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uc1wa · 28 days
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jason todd who’s a little religious and says he wants to wait for marriage to fill you full with his cock and cum. jason todd whose tongue is lapping at your entrance and his fingers are circling your clit, reminding you that the bible doesn’t say anything about the inability to do this.
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kitamars · 8 months
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oh no! more ginhiji
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heynhay · 8 months
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I've done the math, there's no solution, we'll never last
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rosedom · 3 months
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"in an open invitation, AETHER and KAEYA have challenged you to . . . (do)n't go chasin' waterfalls
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ⓘ THIS WORK IS FOR 18+ ONLY
✦ㅤㅤ dom!top!gn!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!characters (separate), romantic bedroom setting, squirting, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus (kaeya), so much praise and love, aftercare .
aether and kaeya both need some TLC .
"do you accept, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to confirm."
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Before your boyfriend came home, you had set up the bedroom beautifully. Rose petals adorn the floor to the bed (which your lover will surely bitch about later, for the tedious clean up that it will require), but the bed itself is bare; it's stripped of its main comforter and all the blankets are pushed to the side. But right in the middle of it—right in front of the pillows you had planned to plop your boyfriend on—is an inconspicuous towel.
The towel is thick but soft, fluffy—it had taken quite the mora from your pocket to purchase it with, that's for sure. Its quality is unmatched. You had placed soft scented candles around the room, each in a fire-safe spot. The glow from them illuminates the bed in a soft light, the sight truly enchanting.
Then came the boring part: waiting. You had laid yourself across the bed, busying yourself with a light novel, The Two Musketeers. The candle nearest to you flickers yet gives you steady enough a light to read with.
And then there were footsteps. There were footsteps, and there he was: your boyfriend, right past the threshold, silently staring at you, agape and so-quickly flushed. His breath catches in his throat when he takes in the view, takes in the petals, the soft scent of the candles, you.
You suppose it's time to put down your novel and greet him, no?
✦ㅤㅤ 【 AETHER 】
"I—what is all this?" Aether'd squeak, just slightly, shutting the door behind him with a silent click. He'd look so damn unsure on his feet; beckon him in, won't you? Put your novel aside and step up in a few short strides to grasp those tantalizing hips of his.
You'd walk him back to that bed, the one you so painstakingly set up, all while peppering small kisses on his throat. Cooing, "Your reward for working so hard," playing with the waistband of his trousers. "Let me take care of you tonight."
And just like that, Aether'd so easily acquiesce, surrendering to nothing more than your soft kisses and gentle tongue. Small whimpering moans would escape from his throat as you'd have to move in order lathe attention at the irresistible bob of his Adam's apple—it's not your fault he's just so damn pretty !
Pushing him back to the bed but pause before he can fall on it, softly asking with only a tug of his belt, "Can I take these off, honey?" He'd melt at the pet name—at any pet name, really ! Be sure to butter him up in as many as you can.
But or course, he'd only nod—untrusting of his surely shredded voice—, already beginning to step out of his loose trousers. He would hesitate before doing away with his boxers as well, a small, almost imperceptible string of slick connecting to the cradle of it, seconds before it'd inaudibly snap. You'd have to coo at him, a teasing thing, a gentle, "Oh, Aether," as you'd sidle right up to him and nudge a thigh between his two, clothed knee bumping against his wet cunt, "all this over a bit of kissing?"
He'd try to grumble at you, to say a small, "Shuddap," but it'd be inevitably lost in his mouth when he can't help but grind down into your leg. When his slick smears across the rough fabric of your pants, it'll only prove your—quite perverted—point ! But then he'd ask, all innocent and sweet, looking over his shoulder to the towel on the bed, "What's that for?"
The only way you could possibly reply would have to be an evasive, "You'll see."
Oh, and see he will.
Just—Aether's back on the bed, his ass situated perfectly in the middle of that damn towel, cunt spread open weeping on your fingers. Lil' whimpers and pleas, small "I—please, please !" and other begs would be all he could do when confronted with this all-consuming pleasure.
Make sure to aim your fingers up, the pads of your three fingertips pressing perfectly into the soft bump of his g-spot. His cunt'd be so messy, his cock chubby and throbbing above where you'd be working him open; so make sure to grind your palm into the head of it, gently but surely, applying perfect friction to contrast your ministrations inside him.
Murmur, "so pretty," into his collarbone; ask him, "are you close, honey?" after a thrust that grinds your palm and fingers just right onto, into him. He'd be shaking so obviously, the muscles in his thighs jumping erratically when he'd reply only with desperate nods and begs for more—more pleasure, more of your love, an end to this quickly approaching precipice.
"It—it feels weird—" he'd start to cry for you, your name hot on his lips, as all he could do is grasp at your shoulders and sob so prettily. Relax him, won't you? Kiss his tears away, tell him that it'll be okay, to let go and feel.
Feel he will, as his toned belly would start to tense alongside the rest of his body. He'd be so close—don't you dare change the pace of your hand, be that the even grinding of your palm or the press of your fingers.
"C'mon, honey," you'd have to coo—to soothe him through this unfamiliar feeling of overwhelm, one he's not ever felt before: that is, before you. "Cum for me."
Like the good boy he is, Aether'd cum immediately at those words—except, this time, unlike all those times before, something wet would trickle down your palm.
"Ah—what's—" He'd try to figure out what's happening—why his legs feel so numb, why his entire body feels light and weightless—, so please shush him, soothe his trembling, quaking body and let him revel in the pleasure. All the while, he'd still be squirting in the palm of your hand, your motions making an absolute mess of his inner thighs. Whatever isn't caught in your hand will only trickle down to the towel—blessedly leaving the bedsheets dry and clean—, leaving dark splotches beneath him.
All the while, please tell him how he's your good boy, say, "You did so well for me, honey," make sure he knows that the mess is exactly what you wanted out of that night.
When Aether finally comes down from his high—and oh, what a high it'd be, leaving a puddle beneath his ass and your fingers pruned—, he'd be so, so embarrassed. He'd bring you down to kiss you, all sloppy and tired, as you'd pull your wet hand from him and hold him close.
After it all, your poor traveler'd be all tuckered out, already beginning to doze. Won't you give him a bath, 'nd go tuck him back into bed for me? You're not gonna be getting your own orgasm, but that's alright—you'd probably cum untouched watching him unravel for you anyway.
bro cannot become attuned to hydro and NOT squirt !!
✦ㅤㅤ 【 KAEYA 】
You'd greet Kaeya, first; a gentle, "Hello," to welcome him in. He'd smile at you, a lil' smirk at the edge, and walk in quite self-assured. Giving you only enough time to just set your novel down, he'd already be in front of you.
"What's all this, dove?"
Since he'd be acting so smug, why don't you go ahead and show him who's really in charge, hm? Grab and pull him in by the loops of his belts, making sure to leave him with no other move but to straddle your thighs, your lap. That damning smirk of his would fall immediately. "Oh, y'know."
He most certainly would not know, thank you very much. But that'd be alright; he'll know soon enough.
But before you can get into that, you've gotta butter him up—make sure he knows you've set this all up because you simply adore him. "I love you, Kae."
"I love you, too, but what's—" that train of thought won't do, so you'd have to shush him.
"A surprise, for my favorite calvary captain. Can I not adore my boyfriend?"
"No ! That's not—" The aggravated flush to his cheeks, an almost imperceptible deepening to his dark skin, will be irresistible: kiss it ! Giggle at him gently, kissing his cheeks before you land on his lips. If you two end up kissing for minutes or hours, that's for you to know.
And, as is only natural, that's what'll lead you to having h face down in the pillows, his bare knees absolutely trembling from where they rest on the towel. You'd have your mouth buried in his cunt while your middle and ring finger are buried down to the third knuckle; imagine the taste of him on your tongue as you suckle at where your fingers drive into him, each inward thrust brushing his g-spot.
Ask him, right against his dribbling hole, "Feelin' good?"
Poor Kaeya would only be able to babble mindlessly, face mushed into the sheets as it is as he nods vehemently. Smothering breathless, "Yes, yes, yes," into a pillow, he'd be whining and crying for you to give him more.
Who would you be to deny him the pleasure he so deserves? Lean up—not without kissing his cunt goodbye—and fold yourself over the strong planes of his back, and murmur sweet nothings right into his ear as you nudge a third finger into his weeping hole. Every whisper of "beautiful" will send him trembling; each "my gorgeous boy" will make him arch so prettily beneath you; and, not to forget, every "perfect" making him plead for you—for you to fuck him, to push him over the edge.
You won't even need to ask him if he's close because he'll already start blabbering, so loud into your ear as you bend over him more, encapsulate him entirely in your arms. He'd say how close he is, how he's "about to cum, please, please—"
Don't be so cruel as to deny him this release, will you? So when you nod against him, your own words lost underneath his whimpering moans, he'd cum immediately. But you wouldn't stop the motion of your fingers; no, rather, you'll be pumping them harder, faster, as all he can do is openly sob and grasp helplessly at the sheets.
He wouldn't be accustomed to this feeling—not the way his cock is throbbing nor the way his body just won't come down. And then, just like that, all that tension will release, and he'd end up squirting all over your fingers.
"What a good boy for me," you'd simply have to coo. Take your fingers out slowly, lingering on his oversensitive g-spot, and make sure to spread them in the candle-light—sticky wetness stringing obscenely through them.
You'll know when he's come down from the high, for real this time, when he relaxes into the sheets, knees failing him. He'd make a strangled noise—a whimper, a whine: something—when his groin meets a wet towel. You can breathlessly chuckle, so long as he knows it's not at his expense; why don't you make sure to kiss the nape of his neck while you sigh contentedly against his skin.
If he tries to return the favor on you, shush him. Pull him against your chest, heedless of the wet cum between the two of you (that's mainly between his thighs, but is also all over your hand).
do u think cryo men would have colder squirt? lmao i'm jk (unless) . . .
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FJFJDHDJ that was so much more than i intended . . . haha whoopsies ! but also: thank you guys SO MUCH for 120 followers w(゚Д゚)w !! i'm beyond thrilled and honestly v v flattered. i love u and appreciate u guys sm for engaging in my stuff, even if it's just a like/reblog: i treasure them all <33
JAN. 7, 2024. @rosedom, rosey .
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firelise · 4 months
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Only Friends (2023) as Clueless Quotes ✧・゚
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doodlerh · 1 year
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big bro himemu :’)
#h doodles#enstars#himeru#kohaku oukawa#crazy:b#himeru enstars#??? mans has no last name#fun fact himeru's my fav voice from crazyb i think i like all the characters equally tho mb slight rinne favoritism#anyway forget that. my SURFACE PEN IS OUT OF BATTERY AND I DIDNT BRING ANY BATTERIES TO SCHOOL#IM!!!!!!!!!!!! A CLOWN#i ordered some online dw but. they come on friday </3#not too bad ill survive. no art till then (pensive)#sorry i just like drawing ppl hugging super hard. you have to like looking at it#i think himeru dotes on kohaku bc he never got to..dote on his brother#if anything he sees it as practicing for when kaname wakes up#kohaku also prob really admires himeru KEEP IN MIND I KNOW LIKE NOTHING ABT ENSTARS LORE/RELATIONSHIPS#kohaku also prob really admires himeru especially how well he can keep his cool around rinne and niki and of course as an idol#my fun scenario i imagine in my head is kohaku offers to fix himeru's part bc he like just took a shower so his hair's messed up#and himeru is like haha ok thank you :) and while kohaku is fixing his hair he sees that his roots are darker...?#all in all theres no way himeru has the exact same color hair as his half brother its still anime boy blue but a different shade#and kohaku is the first to notice (himeru usually has it taken care of very frequently)#if he does bring it up to himeru himeru is probably mortified but also like. ok i can at least come clean to someone else#btw if kohaku/rest of crazyb already know then. whoops#ANYWAY I THINK ABOUT HIMERU KOHAKU INTERACTIONS !!#i also think rinne mean-spoils kohaku bc he misses being with hiiro#and then niki makes so much food and feeds kohaku so well all in all kohaku is loved#a family can be three guys and one littler guy#ok. im late for badminton <3
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haunted-xander · 2 months
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Baby's first kiss(ing attempt)
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1driedpersimmon · 1 year
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L. A.fter B.eyond B.irthday
Playlist: X
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xiiiwayfinders · 5 months
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Three divorcemen of the apocalypse
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bowenoke · 19 days
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even if you could pay me. You're not
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c-kiddo · 9 months
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Do You have any doodles of Ashton greymoore from cr 3rd campaign that you’d be willing to share? Also I love your art style so much!
thankyou !! here is an ashton from my sketchbook the other day, coloured it super quick right now lol
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[ID: a messy portrait sketch of ashton from critical role with spiked purple-grey hair with purple crystals growing inside it, smudged eye makeup, a bloody nose and black-red blood flecked on their skin, and a grin on their face, like they've been in a fight. end ID.]
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nullapophenia · 15 days
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Kissing Lucifer
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{You're okay, you're alive, you-- You're so happy you could just-- Sif--!}
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{Sif pushes you away}
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comfortyart · 10 months
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I set out to draw Tsukki but those two insert themselves into everything I do!
Something tells me Tsukki has the same issue 😅💖
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cherrirui-official · 3 months
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Friendlocke Violet Gijinkas (Part 3/7)
PART 3 RAAAAGH!!! SO SORRY THIS ONE TOOK SO LONG AAAH!!!! But it's here now, yippee!!! And just in time for Christmas too, wowie!
I plan on posting them in order by groups of three, so there's gonna be seven parts in total, all of which I'll be linking here when done vvv
(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven)
!! These will contain personal headcanons I have for the cast, little fun facts, and also spoilers for Friendlocke Violet (for both the edited vids and the streams) !!
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@saltydkart-reblogs
Designs under the cut!
GRACE:
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The light scars/ cracks on her body were injuries formed while she was accidentally sent through Turo's time machine. Unlike the paradox pokemon/ miraidon, GrAce's body isn't made of iron or metal, so her body wasn't able to withstand the large amount of tera energy used to power the machine as easily as the paradox pokemon were.
Luckily, she was just barely able to hold out against the time machine's energy until she made it to Turo's lab in the present day. Unfortunately, she can't be sent back because she would literally die if she went through the time machine again. Sooooo she's stuck in the modern era.
Very familiar with Area Zero and the various pokemon that reside down there, but moved out in order to continue producing music as well as familiarize herself with current-day Paldea.
She only vaguely know Clavell back when he was a rebellious teenager, though she didn't know his name. Clavell, on the other hand, was one of her biggest fans back in the 50s-60s.
Funny enough, when she sees "Clive" for the first time, she recognizes him! But not as Director Clavell, she just barely recognizes him as the random teenage fan that would occasionally ask her to sign various GrAce posters he had bought. She is also under the belief that he too, was sent from the past into the present, unaware that he simply just grew up.
Likes doing random poses for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
BRAIDY:
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Believes that everything can be solved without violence, but can and will throw hands if need be.
Everyone in Braidy's family greet each other by playfully ramming into one another. So when Peppy and his team were getting chased down by Braidy's family during their journey, they weren't trying to attack them, they just wanted to say hi!
Braidy is really good with kids due to his experience with being the eldest sibling, as he'd often have to take care of his younger siblings.
Mykyie and Braidy shop at the same clothing store.
Speaking of Mykyie, the lighter parts of Braidy's fur appeared only after Mykyie passed...
As of now, he's still an apprentice, but he has great potential to become an all powerful wizard... someday.
CHRISTENE'S:
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Artist's note: I couldn't fit their children in the bio sorry girls and gays. I'll probably draw them out later on after I'm finished with everyone else.
Their stomachs are basically voids, so every time they eat the food just disappears, which is why they're ALWAYS hungry.
HIGHLY flammable.
It is speculated that they're poppets, but you don't have any proof of that, do you?
If you listen closely, you can hear soft bell noises every time they walk. It is unknown why this happens, but I believe it is best not to ask.
Aaaaand that's it! I plan on taking a short break from these bc I wanna draw some other stuff. Dw, I'll continue to work on these very soon!
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manygreetingsfriend · 10 days
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i’m sooooooo normal about the god of war series. so incredibly normal i liked it a normal amount and would be so chill talking about it. don’t worry about the sign
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#god of war#i’m so so so so so normal about it it’s so whatever it’s so haha you know#something something when it comes to yourself you’ll let yourself drown before you change. you’ll die before you change who you’ve become#to survive this long#up to and until it affects the ones you’ve come to love in this life you’ve made for yourself and you suddenly have no choice but to change#it’s fine it’s ok it’s chill. everyone does this.#it’s becoming a parent and loving your child so much you HAVE to change. you HAVE to be better#we MUST be better. than they were.#who’s they. our parents. the gods that come before us. yes.#i’m screaming i’m crying i’m wasting away im disintegrating. there’s no coming back there no return#you are on your knees. you are gripping your son’s shoulders like they’re the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth.#you are struggling with who you are and who you want to become. you are promising to be better.#i’m so normal about parent(al figures) taking responsibility for their actions and choosing to do better#i’m not high enough to really express what’s going on here. can you feel it? can you fucking feel it?#this series has destroyed me.#dad of boy. dad(s) of boy. i will never be the same (affectionate)#can’t remember the last time i finished a series and went ‘oh well i’ve GOT to play it again Now That I Know’#AND I HAVENT EVEN TALKED ABOUT THE BROTHER HULDRA!!!!!!!!!#sindri’s face. has not left my memory#i’m dying scoob#gow#gowr
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utilitycaster · 29 days
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I'm still thinking about that post about how female characters and especially wlw and f/f ships are treated in fandoms because I got a reply that I deleted on my post about how all the Nein were big shippers on deck for Beau and Yasha that boiled down to "haha Caleb making a tower so the useless lesbians would admit they liked each other!" and it's like. He made the tower to Beau's orders. She had already asked out Yasha, who in turn had of her own volition written Beau a phenomenal, beautiful letter instead of a poem as recommended by Jester. This is factually incorrect and obnoxiously dismissive of a genuinely great dynamic and attributes all agency to a man. When you say shit like this you sound like you are Chat GPT. No new thoughts no time actually spent analyzing a relationship dynamic just "ooh i see a woman in fiction what is the phrase most associated with this ok done onto the next task".
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