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saltyfryz · 15 days
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sleepnoises · 6 months
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actually i really need everyone to know about my friend's blog
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rosedom · 3 months
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"you have invited AETHER to play . . . forgive me, daddy, for i have sinned
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✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!male!reader, sub!ftm!aether, daddy kink, kink discovery, cunnilingus, praise, rather abrupt ending .
A/N : god. i love him. also, slightly adjusted format c;
"is that correct, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to confirm."
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"Aw, honey," you coo, "you're so hard, huh?" 
Aether whimpers, your name broken across a delicate gasp. The muscles of his kiss-bitten thighs jump in a barely-restrained attempt at closing them; he would have succeeded, too, had you not been prostrate between his legs. His cock twitches, an engorged red thanks to your earlier ministrations.
"What izzit?" Your breath ghosts across his cunt, leaving him to petulantly whine at you. 
"Touch me, please."
You grin, squeezing his thighs kindly, before unkindly saying, "I am touching you." He squirms. 
"Please, I-I—" he stumbles over his words before taking a deep breath. His face turns a fiery red as he murmurs, "Blow me?" 
Your breath leaves you in a low whistle. "Attaboy."
Then, with utmost care, you bring your tongue down the remaining inch and touch it to his cock. His thighs jump and try to close, again, but—what with you both lying between them and holding them open—he does not succeed. He whines, high and reedy, "Daddy."
You pause. Oh.
Aether squirms beneath you, confused at the cease of your tongue's gentle movements. It's almost as if he didn't realize, then—
"Daddy?" he repeats, and, oh, again. He meant it, truly.
All you can do is sit there, your tongue motionless on Aether's cunt, and stare up at him. He's squirming, now, trying to press up onto your tongue, your mouth, your lips parted for him—all without success. 
However, it's not until his eyes open to finally meet yours that reality seems to set in for both of you. 
Aether's eyes widen—almost comically, really—and he jerks back from you. He ends up slamming his head into the bed's headrest. He winces, and you're on him immediately—cupping the back of his skull and rubbing tenderly. 
"Are you okay?" you ask, brows drawn in, arousal still simmering low in your belly. He nods.
"I'm sorry, I didn't—I, really, I—" and there he goes, stumbling over his words. He's never been good with words; he has always preferred body language. And that's fine! But not in bed. It's a rule you established early on because while you are fluent in Aether's body language, you were raised to never, ever take anything but a verbal yes, yeah, please, or whatever the hell else as consent.
That negotiation extends into kink, too; anything but an enthusiastic yes is an absolute no.
. . . But, that didn't sound like an absolute no, either. Rather, it sounded more like a please hidden beneath some notion of shame—which is exactly what you don't want your sun to feel, especially not when he's in bed with you.
"Sunshine," you murmur. Your hands slide to his chubby cheeks, cupping his ruddy face. "Did—do you, I mean, want to . . . call me that?" 
Aether's breath has effectively stopped. 
"Please, Aether."
His golden eyes crack open to meet yours, but for only a brief moment, there and gone. however, they quickly flitter away; he adamantly looks, instead, at the strand of loose hair that you can feel tickling your ear. "Yeah?" He closes his eyes again, trying desperately to let the ground swallow him whole.
Smiling softly, you lean forward and press a featherlight kiss against his forehead, his nose, and the apple of each cheek. "Aether," you repeat, just to feel the way his name rolls off your tongue, "do you want to call me daddy?"
That was the hook.
Aether opens his eyes again, irises flicking side to side. The blush on his cheeks has spread down his naked chest. 
Line.
"I-I—," he coughs. He scrunches his face before burrowing into the crook of your neck. Against your bare skin, his cheeks leave a warm brand. 
"Yeah, I do. I wanna." 
And sinker. 
"Oh, honey," you murmur, leaning in to kiss him soundly. "See? That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
Aether cringes, and you feel his mouth drop open—likely to retort with something silly, like, "Yes, it was horrible," or, "Awful, I want the ground to swallow me up—", so you naturally dip down and curl your tongue into his still-wet cunt. (You don't think he's been wetter.) He makes a quiet, pitiful sound against you before he melts back into the bed. 
"Daddy's here.”
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yes . . . am working on the requests . . . yes, did get sidetracked by aether . . . baizhu and kaeya (same post, separate thoughts) are coming next (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)
7 FEB. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .
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sorrowsofsilence · 22 days
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please sir have mercy
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nexiscool · 4 days
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Ahhh i have nothing to post so i colored this sketch i did qkksowwoqisoowwwsmk
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macks-ugly-cackle · 1 month
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rosie-tyler · 10 months
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uptilmoon · 2 years
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screenshots from the frontiers trailer. i wanted to try a diff coloring style :o⁉️
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indelikatt · 4 months
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My therapist: I thought Tumblr…was a dating app for homosexuals. Is it not?? Me, scream laughing for my fuckin life: that’s Grindr, dude. Oh my FUCKING god that’s grinder.
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cherryrollarts · 1 year
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she go postal on my dude til i got brain damage
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empydoc · 2 months
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can’t stop thinking about morgan so i guess here’s some slow burn things/headcanons for him and seer obscura
- morgan’s definitely given obscura a hug after something shitty happening relating to their sight, and it’s lingered just a little longer than either of them expected. not that either of them mind- in fact it’s all they think about afterward when alone.
- if morgan ever gives obscura little gifts or items that remind them of him they keep them in a little box that was originally not made for anything important. now they look into it fondly, and often.
- morgan’s probably gently tried to move past obscura by putting his hands on their waist and moving them to the side (maybe in his kitchen, or balcony) and they’ve thought about it a lot more than they did in the moment.
- making eye-contact and the vibe of the room changes a little. not uncomfortably, but for some reason one of them has to look away before something unsaid happens.
- obscura saying something to morgan and he laughs. and obscura only really remembering how lovely his laugh was in the moment, whilst morgan remembers how sweet it was to hear them say what they said.
- “i don’t feel too great. i’m sorry i called.“ “come over, please?” becoming routine, that eventually it turns into “can i come over?” “always.”
- morgan watching obscura do something and just thinking to himself how wonderful it is to be able to see them be themselves. totally just a platonic thought, until his face warms and he just keeps looking at them. how lovely their laugh is, how concentrated their face looks when they’re doing something slightly difficult, and how warm their smile is when they look over at him.
- obscura thinking about morgan to get to sleep, because surely that’s a normal thing to do with friends, and surely it’s just because he’s a calming presence.
- morgan holding obscura’s hand for emphasis when going on one of his tangents, and neither of them end up pulling their hands away long after.
- “i love every part of you,” he muses, “everything i’ve learnt has been a delight to know.” — obscura wants to share the same sentiment, although with burning cheeks and a meek look on their face, all they really stumble out to say is “i love…” with a long pause, before shaking their head. it doesn’t come out, but morgan doesn’t bother them over it. he just smiles.
and a bonus of:
- morgan cradling their face in his hands, having done so a few times before and seeing how it’s calmed them, but now their face is warm in his palms and they’re looking at him with curious eyes, and for some reason all he can think about is what it’d be like to kiss them like this.
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slicedsashimi · 8 months
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i love cutiespace
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vainvaiheart · 2 years
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🕑Time Stop 🕑
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art-of-amms · 4 months
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Scott’s hot roommate, Wallace Wells
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nerdpoe · 11 days
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i'm sorry but i gotta share this beauty of an ASMR video
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dude's gimmick is he says "relax my friend" and "what" a lot, and he does not let falling into the backrooms stop him from making his ASMR video
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friedrocks · 7 months
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mans is in a dungeon fighting crazy mobs like it's nothing I love this
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