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hi guys^_^ ummm reminder for my mooties and other writers that google docs is in fact messing up a lot more so make sure to back up your works:33

alternatives ive seen used: evernote, notion, microsoft word (apparently you can use it for free + online now but i haven't checked that out), scrivener (gotta pay), reedsy!!!

this could just be a coincidence and multiple events happening around the same time but take this as a reminder to back up your work

this post was made by a minor btw. 🤯🤯

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i want more moots but i literally never follow other writers :'3 and im lowkey picky with who i moot i feel 😭😭

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౨ৎ ﹒ mine, mine, and only mine .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you went on a mission with tartaglia. no problem, right ? well… about that.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem!reader, reader is part of the fatui, jealous scara, choking, use of electro once, dacryphilia, hair pulling, blowjob, drooling, gagging.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ someone had this requested months back but i accidentally deleted it so i’m sorry if that ws youu … also ty all for nearly 500 followers WTFF?! <33 ilysmmm

soft wails and whimpers leave your lips as your cunt is constantly bullied into by the harbinger above you. his hips smack into yours repetitively, each collision forcing a cry out of your throat.

“what was that?” scaramouche taunts, his voice grazing against the shell of your ear. “i didn’t hear you. repeat it.”

“i said i’m sorry!” you sob against his fingers which were stuffed in your mouth. “i’m sorry for going on that mission with him, i still love you and only you!” you didn’t dare say childe’s name as you didn’t know what scaramouche could be capable of if you ticked him off.

his hand trails out of your mouth and down your side, snaking between your legs to pinch and fondle your clit. without his fingers muffling your noises, everything just comes tumbling out as he fucked you dumb.

“yet, you knew what you were doing,” he spat, pulling on your hair. your tear filled vision fluttering open and meeting a blurry ceiling. “you weren’t supposed to be in inazuma with him, you were meant to go with me.”

the fact you had went to inazuma of all places was probably just rubbing salt in the wound, and you finally regretted everything so much. it wasn’t even your fault you were deployed with childe! that’s just how your schedule was; you couldn’t change that!

“listen… j-j’st list— ah!” you plead, until a harsh shock was delivered to your clit, only making your arousal throb—adding to your sensitivity.

“listen? listen to what?” he tugs on your strands, twirling them through his fingers to tighten his almost painful grip. “another pathetic excuse that you’ll waste your breath on? yet i’ve already fucked you so dumb you can’t see straight.”

your knees and thighs burn trying to keep you up, your back in a straining arch, the only thing keeping your upper body held up was his death grip on your hair. your eyes squeeze shut, your head attempting to get out of his hold.

at the sight of your struggles, he lets go, your head limply falling into the pillows. his hand instead moves to your lower back, pushing down and keeping it arched for him.

“so weak.” he coos, angling his hips so his thrusts bruise right into that one sweet spot inside of you. his fingers continue to make harsh circles on your clit, and you were already so close to cumming.

your eyes roll back in your head and you rest your forehead on your folded arms. your own hands go to entangle in your tousled hair to keep yourself aware and grounded. your moans grew louder and more high pitched as his lips suck on your shoulder, giving you just that last bit of stimulation you needed.

“s’close— close… cumming… scara!” you came with a scream of his name, his hips stilling inside you and letting you ride out your orgasm. his lips part from your shoulder as your walls tighten and squeeze around his length. he had to use all his remaining patience not to start slamming you into the mattress.

as you come down from your high, you’re left panting for breath. he pulls out from you, still painfully hard. seeing you were in no state to be able to move, he does the work and flips you onto your back.

you’re blinking away tears, trying to focus on something, anything, but it’s impossible due to how hazy your mind was.

“open wide.” scaramouche’s voice lulls your brain into focus.

you can feel the pretty tip of his erect cock push against your lips, and you part your lips, sticking your tongue out to lick a straight line up from the base.

scaramouche groans, pushing his tip past your lips and into your drooling mouth. you gag, letting your jaw slacken in order to create more room to fit in.

the warmth of your mouth and the sight of your plump lips wrapped around his fat cock makes him weak in the knees. your half lidded eyes look up at him, spit dribbling down your chin, which he lovingly wiped away.

“so pretty under me like this,” he mumbles softly, mainly talking to himself. his hand goes to the back of your head, pushing you down deeper onto him until your nose brushes against his pelvis. you cough and gag around him, struggling for air as his tip hits the back of your throat.

his hips pull back before he roughly slams back into your mouth, making a loud squelch. you make a face at the bitterness of his pre and the leftover slick from your cunt just moments before.

you pull back to the tip, your tongue swirling around it before your head dips back down to let your tongue run over the sensitive vein bulging on the underside.

“a-ah— just like that.” scaramouche moans lowly, his hands tightening in your hair the more you suck and lick on his cock. he bites down on his lip, lovesick eyes locking down on you intently, scrutinising your every move.

your eyes flutter closed as you tried to focus more on trying to breath as he thrusts roughly into your mouth, making you choke and gag around his dick. a sloppy mixture of your drool and his precum dribbles from the corners of your lips erotically. it was truly a sight to behold.

you could tell he was slowly falling apart, the way his thrusts grew untimely and the way he couldn’t contain his noises as effectively anymore were the obvious signs. his cock twitched and throbbed in your mouth as your tongue continues its work.

he throws his head back with a strangled moan of your name, shooting salty ropes of his cum straight down your throat. his hand keeps you flush with his pelvis, making sure you don’t waste a single drop.

he slowly pulls away, wincing at the loss of warmth. a small string of saliva and cum connects your lips to his length before it snaps, sticking onto your chin messily. scaramouche lays down beside you, carefully wiping the fluids off of your chin with his knuckle.

“don’t leave me for him ever again.” scaramouche states, irritated. his fingers tug on your bottom lip, slightly opening your mouth to check if you swallowed everything. “you hear me?”

you sigh, your whole body aching from his roughness. nevertheless, you nod. “i won’t…” you spoke in a hoarse voice, delivering a soft kiss to his lips in an unspoken apology.

©2024 kvnis do not copy, plagiarise, translate or repost any of my works.

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tags: switch?? boothill, cyborg fucking I NEED TO FUCK A ROBOT/CYBORG SO BAD. OMGNGBFRGH. robodick size kink and mentions of excrements but it isn't sexual. BOOTHILL IS A DISABLED KING TO ME 😭😭😭

ok so to start off i think he's emotionally repressed and struggles to conceptualize the fact that someone would be attracted to him, not necessarily because of internalized ableism but because he doesn't think his personality is all that flattering

and he has a lot of kinks and he's fucked up :3 and like ermmmm imagine sucking him off and like… there's a bulge in yr neck from his robodick and it turns him on SO MUCH. so much so that he can't help it when he thrusts fully into yr mouth to the hilt just to see that bulge get bigger even by a small amount :(!!

that little gas pump hole is DEF sensitive and i know everyone that wants 2 fuck boothill agrees. he isn't used to anything but yk… a gas pump touching that hole so if your fingers were to like graze againdt it accidentally while ur holding his waist or something he'd yelp and flinch 😭😭

if he didn't have a dick before meeting you id imagine he'd offer to get upgrades to his model and tbh u should be flattered as hell for it bcs that's JUST FOR UUUU :3 he's been able to pleasure others with his fingers and mouth after the entirety of his body below his neck became a prosthetic but i think he wouldn't bother with getting a dick since he's able to get rid of excrements in other ways. so he's getting a dick JUST FOR YOU. make sure to thank him greatly by sucking him off for hours on end ^_^

he'd be blushing like crazy when making the offer so don't make fun of him for it or he WILL bite you with those sharp teeth of his

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i wolfed down a bowl of chow mein and now my stomach hurts what the actual fuck 😭

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I LUV RACCONS AND SKUNKS SO MUCH 😭‼️‼️‼️ theyre both so cute and sweet they do nothing wrong to me

haii:3

HII !! omg that raccoon is so cute i just want to squish it and eat it

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Heavily inspired by a threadfic made by @ renrobins on twitter

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do i post this on my sideblog¿?

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Hi, it's hard to find other minors willing to take smut requests! Your sub blade one was so yummy, I was wondering if I could request soft dom Blade? AFAB reader, any pronouns will do since that would be the same as I identify. Praise kink. My unhealthy obsession with this man needs to be fed.

THANK YOU FOR THEASK 💕💕💞💞💕💞💕💞!!!!!! it's right here :3

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One wonders if Shenhe has adapted to life outside Jueyun Karst, and if she's accustomed to the food out there… Ganyu has been so busy lately that one hasn't seen her in ages… Next time, one must ask what kind of work she's been doing that has been keeping her so busy. Hmm, about the massive Xiao Lantern one mentioned earlier, should one construct one to gift them?

…Ugh, why haven't those old fossils arrived yet? The dishes are getting cold already!

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UMMMMM ACTUALLYYYY..!?!?!

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✦ ── SOFTLY, SWEETLY !

❝ blade loves you, he will never stop loving you . ❞

01 notes: i literally have nothing to put here like ever ... this was my first time writing soft dom im pretty sure i hope it's ok 🙏🙏

02 tags: praise kink, dumbification, unintentional edging, a bit angsty a but fluffy if you squint, creampie, afab/gn reader, puppy/sweetheart/baby used as pet names, blade is called bladie :3

03 mdni blogs do not interact! a minor wrote this. word count 848

“so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, fuck—so pretty, just for me.”

blade let out a soft whimper as he continued to thrust gently into you, his tongue slightly lolling out of his mouth as he stared into space. he probably didn't even realize how tangled up he and you were in the blankets, because all on his mind was you, you, you. your pretty face, your flushed cheeks, your soft thighs and the oh-so-heavenly way you squeezed around his fat cock.

though, to be fair, it's not like you were much better—despite blade's slow movements, the drag of his cock along your walls was enough to fuck you dumb, making your head fuzzy in the best way possible. you had been teetering on the edge of a climax for so long you became much more sensitive than usual, and even though you desperately wanted to cum you still love, love, loved the feeling—being beneath him, completely at his mercy.

blade tilted his head down to connect your tongue to his, the sloppy kiss being the only thing to ground you as he let out a pretty little moan, snapping his hips into yours just once, but it was enough to make you squeal and writhe around under his hold. in that moment, he was so deep inside of you that his tip was probably kissing your cervix from how full you felt, the unfamiliar sensation quickly becoming too much as you arched your back, trying to make sense of the situation.

blade cursed internally, shushing you and pressing comforting kisses all over your exposed neck to distract yourself from the sudden pain. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, my love…” he continued to whisper to you, resuming his slow, sensual movements as he started to rub your clit with a calloused thumb.

you squealed again, your back arching as tears pricked the corner of your eyes and you reached out to tug at his hair. “blade, blade, ‘s too big! too much, hurts, fuck, more, so—ah—so full…”

blade let out a soft chuckle, his thumb doused in your arousal moving up to caress your cheek. “you're not making any sense, puppy. is it too much or not?” he asked teasingly, licking your jaw. “like that, yeah? right here?” his thrusts suddenly got more aggressive again, but not like he was trying to stab you with his dick—they were sharp, the thrusts inward so fast you could barely process what was happening, but he'd drag his cock out of your slick walls so painfully slow a frustrated moan left your mouth.

“blaaaade,” you whined, toes curling as your legs wrapped around his waist, “love you…”

blade’s chest panged with a sort of emotion he was unfamiliar with, yet somehow the sensation felt nostalgic to him at the same time. “oh, baby,” he cooed, tucking a strand of hair away from your face, “i love you too. taking me so well, hmm? ‘s just like you were made for this dick.”

his musings made your heart flutter as your cheeks burned up, you nodded vigorously in agreement as he moved his hands to pin your wrists above your head. “mm, yeah made f’ you, made just f’ you, bladie.”

you let out this bright smile that always seemed to make blade's day, and you nuzzled the forearm and hand that was close to your head. you peppered kisses all over his scarred wrists, feeling his hands twitch and tighten over your own.

“fuck, i—i love you.” blade's head swam, the coil in his stomach tightening as he let out another shy moan. “gonna let me cum inside you, pretty? gonna let me make you all mine?”

you whined, wiggling your hips to get more friction. “c–close,” was the only thing you managed to say, but to blade it was good enough.

“we cum together,” he mumbles, hand gently grazing your jaw as he kisses you softly, deliciously. he never once changed his pace, always keeping it slow, soft, firm, but it was still enough to have his thighs twitching and your walls fluttering around him, the comfort in each other more than enough.

you came first, letting out a high-pitched squeal as you tightened around him and your fluids covered the base of his dick. blade's eyes fell closed, he muttered “fuck”, before thrusting into you just once more before he let you milk his cock. he kept on moving, trying to prolong both of your orgasms, shaky breaths leaving his chest and he whined. his release filled you to the brim and then started to spill out, truly a mesmerizing sight.

his hands let go of yours and shyly, you reached for his neck, delving into a kiss. his tongue glided over yours, tasting everything you had to offer. “so good for me,” he whispered, trailing your jaw with his fingers.

“fuck… again, bladie,” you whined, moving to rile him up. “‘gain, please? wan’ your cock.”

blade huffed. “you have that, sweetheart.” he grabbed your jaw to make you look directly into his eyes. “you have that and more.”

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Doggy to pronebone with Scara?

dumb, dumb, dumber .

── ୨୧：sub!reader x dom!scaramouche

୨୧﹑ synopsis :; you’re so tired from almost hours of fucking, you simply collapse flat onto the sheets; but that won’t stop scaramouche.

୨୧﹑ genre :; smut, nsfw

୨୧﹑ cw :; fem! reader, hair pulling, rough sex, overstimulation, degrading, creampie, implied dacryphilia ?, mentioned marking.

﹒notes ! ⸜⸜ new theme (again) . . . i’m indecisive and idk if this one is better or the original one hsjsi i can’t decidee , i think it’s calmer on the eyes

a hand on the back of your head, yanking it back, pulls you out of your lust-induced haze. your hands frantically grip the sheets as scaramouche mercilessly pounded into you from behind.

your back was bent at an almost uncomfortable angle, his hands holding your hips up. the drag of his long cock against your walls is making you see stars, every ridge and vein only adding to the dull pain of over-sensitivity.

you can’t remember how many times you’ve came already. your thighs have already began to shake and are threatening to give out at any minute. your mind is fully fuzzy and you can’t remember anything except the feeling of his dick stretching you out.

it stuffed you to the brim, reducing you to a pitiful pile of mush splayed out beautifully on the sheets. your body aches, scaramouche’s back pressing flush against you.

his plush lips press tender kisses down the side of your neck, eliciting low whines of pleasure you didn’t even know you were physically capable of making.

you tried your best to muffle them by covering your mouth with the back of your palm. however, even that simple movement of bringing it up to your mouth burned with every nerve of your muscles.

scaramouche’s eyes pierce into the back of your head at the notion that you were trying to conceal your own noises from him. his hand leaves your hair to grasp your wrist, pinning it behind your back to enable your noises to come tumbling from your lips.

you’re left panting, the raw force of his thrusts immediately taking your breath away. all of the noises you were previously restraining were being babbled out shamelessly, alongside multiple pleas and cries.

“p-please… i c—i can’t!” you sob out, head handing low from your fatigue. you could already feel another orgasm building up for the nth time that night; you were practically falling apart.

your eyes roll back in your head and flutter shut at the dull pain of his grip turning bruising around your wrist, his other hand going down to rub and trace circles on your puffy bud.

“you can, just one more. you can do that, right?” he murmurs in your ear, his thrusts increasing in pace as he felt your walls squeeze his length.

he’s said that for the fourth time that night, and at this rate you don’t think that this would ever end.

you strangle out a moan as a wave of pleasure washes over you, your body shivering and twitching as endorphins flood through your veins and your vision flashes white for a brief moment.

coming down from your high, your whole body thrums with exhaustion, the last fibres of your will being the only thing holding your body up, but your resolve was crumbling.

with a harsh thrust from scaramouche, you collapse flat onto the bed and he immediately takes this opportunity to rest his weight on you, one of his hands pinning your hand to the bed and the other one holding onto the back of your head.

“n-no more…” you attempt to complain, but you were left unheard as scaramouche repeatedly slammed his whole length into you.

a soft scream was ripped from your throat as he fucks you into the mattress, your head being pushed into the pillow as your eyes begin to water from the overstimulation on your abused pussy.

scaramouche’s head buries into the crook of your neck, nibbling and sucking on a fold of your skin with the aim to leave a mark. your head cranes side to side, squirming away from all the stimulation.

his hand fists in your hair, pulling your head out of the pillow to see your messy expression. a smirk grew on his face, feeling prideful at the fact that he was the one that reduced you to this.

“why are you trying to squirm away so badly?” he teases you, mirth laced up in his saccharine tone. “you know you want this as much as i do…”

your glassy eyes flit to him, a silent voice of agreement. you hated to admit, as much as this was borderline painful, it felt heavenly; you wouldn’t dare deny it. he knew what to touch and how to push you over the edge to make your mind shatter like this. he probably knew your body better than you knew your own body.

you bite your lip, eyes coming into contact with his. a heat flushes over your face at the sudden intimacy. you try to turn away, but the iron grip his hand had your hair in just wouldn’t let you go.

your mouth parts as he angles his hips just right, pounding straight against your sweet spot and making you slack in his hold. the only thing giving you support in this moment was him.

“f-fuck…” you spat under your breath. “there… there…” you beg, mindlessly. all inhibitions thrown out the window, pain and pleasure merging to create one mangled mess in the mist of your brain.

“that feel good?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, smirking at the face that you made as he pushed your sanity to the brink. “you gonna cum that quickly? after i’ve fucked you so dumb on my cock.”

you writhe and whimper at his words, that finally being your tipping point as you cum around him for the seventh or eighth time that evening. honestly, you lost count after the first two, everything else being a blur.

from the sensation, scaramouche releases deep inside of you, letting out a quiet groan straight into your ear as your walls squeezed him dry. his eyes roll in his skull at the sensation.

your senses dull, and you’d have probably passed out in the middle of it if he continued on any longer. he peppers a bundle of soft kisses against the racing pulse of your neck, slowly and carefully pulling out as to not hurt you beyond how spent you already are.

scaramouche hummed, watching his cum dribble out of your used up folds. he observed, how your thighs trembled and your breath broke with every exhale.

his finger trails up your side, brushing a stray lock of hair out of your face, only now realising you had easily fallen asleep in a matter of seconds.

nevertheless, he presses a kiss to your forehead, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling your limp body closer, burying his face into your chest and basking in your natural warmth for the time being.

©2024 kvronushi do not copy, plagiarise, translate or repost any of my works.

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smut writers where do yall get the manga panels you use for headers in your posts 😭😭🙏 help a guy out :3

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