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Requests close! :'D esp/eng she/her Le estoy tratando de entender a la raza de Tumblr

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I'm going to open the requests because I want to write and nothing is going to stop me (unless they throw a thousand tasks at me and I have to stay up late to be responsible and feel good about myself because I live for my grades to be good)

I want to write about Honkai: Star Rail even though I only finished Belobog (? and stopped playing

Miren que imagen más aesthetic, ya mismo hago que todo mi perfil se vea aestetik y que no parezca de boomer ;;;;;

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Oh, hi...

I really want to start writing again

And I think I have some late requests...

I'm seriously considering writing only in english too, maybe I could even write for more characters that way...

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Hola...

Sigo viva, sí. No he muerto, no. Solo soy literalmente este:

[trad: I was going to do well this year, but things happened.]

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Hello

I resurfaced through the confines of the internet to say that I already saw the Natlan teaser, and I just want to clarify this:

DIOSMIO AND MY SEÑOR DE RANCHO, WHERE IS HE?! THE MAN WHO HAS A CIGAR FOR BREAKFAST AND OWNS MEDIA CIUDAD PELUCHE?!

I love Natlan very much. It is very beautiful and I hope there is somewhere you can get encebollado and a man offers you canelazo <3333

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Btw, estoy aquí para también decir que me encantó Citlali, es mi fav hasta ahora y es tan bonita y su nombre me hizo soltar ruidos del Pato Donald. No voy a soltarla si la obtengo.

Kinich yucateco es lo mejor del mundo.

Xilonen por favor písame.

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At first I didn't notice Ororon 'cause #blindness, but I want to point out that, although he is not the señor de rancho I've been manifesting since Sumeru came out, I am going to accept him as my babygirl now.

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Hello

I resurfaced through the confines of the internet to say that I already saw the Natlan teaser, and I just want to clarify this:

DIOSMIO AND MY SEÑOR DE RANCHO, WHERE IS HE?! THE MAN WHO HAS A CIGAR FOR BREAKFAST AND OWNS MEDIA CIUDAD PELUCHE?!

I love Natlan very much. It is very beautiful and I hope there is somewhere you can get encebollado and a man offers you canelazo <3333

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Btw, estoy aquí para también decir que me encantó Citlali, es mi fav hasta ahora y es tan bonita y su nombre me hizo soltar ruidos del Pato Donald. No voy a soltarla si la obtengo.

Kinich yucateco es lo mejor del mundo.

Xilonen por favor písame.

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Hello

I resurfaced through the confines of the internet to say that I already saw the Natlan teaser, and I just want to clarify this:

DIOSMIO AND MY SEÑOR DE RANCHO, WHERE IS HE?! THE MAN WHO HAS A CIGAR FOR BREAKFAST AND OWNS MEDIA CIUDAD PELUCHE?!

I love Natlan very much. It is very beautiful and I hope there is somewhere you can get encebollado and a man offers you canelazo <3333

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hey! i just wanted to pop in and make sure that your doing okay! please go drink some water and have some nice food, relax a bit, and most importantly- have a lovely day!! and remember that all of us fans of your love you!!! mwah :33

💖~ I'm still amazed at the number of people who call themselves my fans. It's a great feeling. Thanks for the message!

I'm sorry for the delay in responding. I've had a busy few weeks, and I've been meaning to reply to this for a while. It's made me smile, even though I've been tired. Thanks for your kind words. I hope I can keep writing and making you happy!

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He's a gentle lover

💖~ It was just Diluc, but then everyone fell into the same hole. I'm not complaining about that btw.

I have just finished a homework assignment of almost forty pages and my hand is hurting, my very strong and beloved menthol has carried me through the whole week.

Warning: Smut, not very dirty, lovely I guess idk(?, Fem!Reader maybe | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Él era tierno, gentil. Con sus manos que te brindan calor con cada caricia, cuando levanta tu mentón para que lo veas y le permitas besarte. Siempre es tan gentil, un amante cuidadoso que te desviste con lentitud y traza tu piel con sus dedos.

Le gusta cuando no lleva guantes, pues sus manos toscas y rasguñadas te sostienen con firmeza y confianza, sabiendo cuál es el curso adecuado para que suspires contra sus labios.

Adora besar tu cuello, chupando y lamiendo la carne hasta que llega a tu escote y muerde, siempre buscando tus ojos para saber que te gusta lo que hace.

Jadea cuando ve que arrugas las sábanas, hundiendo tu cabeza contra la almohada con los ojos cerrados y cristalinos. Él bebe la sal y el azúcar de tu imagen, de tu piel y se emborracha hasta que sólo puedes chillar cuando se hunde en tu interior, descansando después de haberte arruinado lo suficiente.

No necesitas pensar, no necesitas meditar, ni elegir. Él lo hará por ti, él te cuidará con la mayor dulzura posible que se le resbala de la garganta mientras te mira a los ojos, esperando que tú también lo veas y que lo ames de la misma forma que él te ama.

No necesita que lo montes o que lo dejes follarte la boca, eso puede quedar para otra ocasión. Solo míralo con la misma adoración, sostén su rostro mientras te hace el amor lentamente y acaricia tus tetas y tus hombros, déjale escuchar tus gemidos como susurros en sus oídos. Él quiere ser egoísta contigo, guardarte para que nadie más que él pueda verte de esta manera, sollozando y llamando su nombre, mientras que él te responde con ternura y te hace suspirar.

No quiere que nadie se robe tu figura, ni la luna ni las estrellas que se asoman por la ventana. Solo quiere retenerte para él, hoy y siempre, así que déjalo hacerte el amor en la oscuridad, solo compartiendo su unión por las pocas velas que los alumbran y les reflejan los ojos cuando llaman al otro.

Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao, Baizhu, Kazuha, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Neuvillette.

English:

He was tender, gentle. With his hands that give you warmth with each caress, when he lifts your chin so you can see it and allow him to kiss you. He is always so gentle, a careful lover who undresses you slowly, tracing your skin with his fingers.

He likes it when he doesn't wear gloves, because his rough, scratched hands hold you firmly and confidently, knowing the right way for you to sigh against his lips.

He loves kissing your neck, sucking and licking the flesh until he reaches your cleavage and bites, always searching your eyes to know you like what he is doing.

He gasps when he sees you crumpling the sheets, burying your head back in the pillow with your eyes closed and glassy. He drinks the salt and sugar from your image, from your skin, getting drunk until he can only scream as he sinks into you, resting when he has ruined you enough.

You don't have to think, you don't have to meditate, you don't have to choose. He will do it for you, he will take care of you with the greatest possible sweetness that slips from his throat as he looks into your eyes, hoping that you see it too and that you love him as much as he loves you.

He doesn't need you to ride him or let him fuck your mouth, that can be left for another time. Just look at him with the same adoration, hold his face while he slowly makes love to you, caressing your tits and shoulders, letting him hear your moans as whispers in his ears. He wants to be selfish with you, to hold you so that no one but him can see you like this, sobbing and calling out his name as he responds tenderly and makes you sigh.

He doesn't want anyone to steal your shape, or the moon, or the stars that look out the window. He just wants to keep you for himself, today and always, so let him make love to you in the dark, sharing your union only with the few candles that illuminate you and reflect your eyes when you call the other.

Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao, Baizhu, Kazuha, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Neuvillette.

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Gaming & Freminet as your Best Friends!

Sorry for the inactivity. I've been very busy, and I know I have a few things in my inbox (ily vvs thanks for your requests and patience). But I had this in my documents for a while, and I hadn't found a time until now to post it.

Warning: Nope now💖, GN!Reader | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Estos dos son los mejores amigos, ya seas alguien muy caótico o simplemente te guste más vivir tu vida de manera tranquila. Ambos son una buena compañía.

Freminet es alguien muy relajado cuando está contigo, siempre está tranquilo y disfruta de pasatiempos en los que le gusta escucharte o estar en silencio total. Él está bien con ambos.

Gaming es alguien divertido y jovial que siempre tiene una idea en mente, ya sea que lo esté planeando o ya lo haya divulgado, puedes estar seguro de que será divertido.

Mientras que uno sigue el ritmo de la aventura y su corazón, siendo capaz de correr de un lado a otro admirando Fontaine, el otro está bien siguiéndolos y soltando alguna explicación recurrente del entorno.

Siento que las cosas serían más divertidas si tienes una personalidad tan rimbombante y sinvergüenza, las cosas saldrían tan mal y tan bien que siempre tendrían anécdotas divertidas para contar.

Por ejemplo: Imagina que Lyney ve llegar a su hermano y le pregunta cómo le fue en su salida con sus amiguitos, solo para que Freminet le cuente que se encontraron con un demonio que quería robar sus almas, entonces lo retaste a una épica batalla del rap del frikismo para evitarlo, Gaming te ayudó haciendo beatbox y Freminet estaba temblando detrás de ustedes sin entender nada.

A Lyney le causa algo de preocupación, más que nada consternación, cada que Freminet le cuenta estás anécdotas. Pero siempre dejan a Freminet en su casa a la hora adecuada, por lo que está seguro de que volverá sano y salvo.

La mayor definición de Misery x CPR x Reese's Puffs son ustedes.

Hay veces en las que Freminet siente que ustedes dos son demasiado molestos, pero como los quiere mucho no se va, es entonces cuando se pone su casco y los deja a ustedes dos llevarlo a donde sea que quieran ir.

Luego, si eres alguien más pacífica, probablemente sea Gaming quien se aviente una batalla de baile contra el diablo mientras que tratas de evitar que Freminet se desmaye.

Literalmente ustedes:

Sea cuál sea tu personalidad, ambos chicos te tienen mucho cariño. Y si alguien te llegará a hacer daño, van a escuchar acercarse dos ultis caele encima.

Puntos extra porque Pers está lanzando ruidos amenazantes contra el sujeto y Man Chai le está mordiendo los tobillos.

English:

These two are the best of friends, whether you are someone who is very chaotic or you just like to live your life more calmly. They are both good company.

Freminet is someone who is very relaxed when he is with you; he is always calm and enjoys hobbies in which he likes to listen to you or be in total silence. He is fine with both.

Gaming is someone fun and jovial who always has an idea in mind; whether he is planning it or has already spread it, you can be sure it will be fun.

While one follows the pace of the adventure and the heart of it, being able to run from one place to another admiring Fontaine, the other is fine following you and dropping some recurring explanation of the environment.

I feel like things would be more fun if you had such a bombastic and shameless personality, things would go so wrong and so right that they would always have funny stories to tell.

For example, imagine that Lyney sees his brother arrive and asks him how his outing with his friends went, only for Freminet to tell him that they encountered a demon that wanted to steal their souls, so you challenge them to an epic battle of freestyle to avoid it, Gaming helped you by beatboxing, and Freminet was shaking behind you without understanding anything.

It causes Lyney some concern—more than anything, consternation—every time Freminet tells him these anecdotes. But you always leave Freminet at his house at the right time, so he is sure that he will return safely.

The greatest definition of Misery x CPR x Reese's Puffs is you.

There are times when Freminet feels that you two are too annoying, but since he loves you so much, he doesn't leave. That's when he puts on his helmet and lets you two take him wherever you want to go.

Then, if you're someone who's more peaceful, it'll probably be Gaming who has a dance battle with the devil while you try to keep Freminet from fainting.

Literally you:

Whatever your personality, both boys are very fond of you. And if someone is going to hurt you, you will hear two ultis approaching.

Bonus points because Pers is making threatening noises at the guy and Man Chai is biting his ankles.

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i am currently clawing at the walls at that lyney fic (i made the request 0-0) and im just going feral and drooling like some feral animal- THANK YOU SO MUCH oh my goddddd i love you sm thank you thank you my saviour! <3 :D (i feel like my loins have been set on fire)

OMG I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU LIKE IT!!!

This is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me in my entire life!

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TOO!

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Cada vez que tengo estás tareas que se me olvidan y las hago a última hora, doy un respiro, voy a youtube y buscó Non-Stop 1 hour porque si Hamilton escribió 51 de esas vainas, yo puedo hacer esto.

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Y me termino sintiendo la persona más genial del mundo cuando acabo y aún no acaba el vídeo 😎

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Cada vez que tengo estas tareas que se me olvidan y las hago a última hora, doy un respiro, voy a youtube y busco Non-Stop 1 hour porque si Hamilton escribió 51 de esas vainas, yo puedo hacer esto.

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Me, a player of the Assassin's Creed saga knowing Genshin Impact: Oh, what a beautiful game, I wonder what kind of lore it will have, I will surely read everything to understand the complete world!

Me, a Genshin Impact player playing Honkai: Star Rail: omg mucho texto...

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hey!! I saw that you write for lyney (I love your lyney fics btw- they're so scrumptious) and I was wondering if you could write sub!top lyney who gives dom gn! reader oral, and then is made to fuck reader and overstimulates himself because they told him to :0 If you can thank you so much! have a nice day :3

(also sub!top is basically someone who isn't in control but does the fucking if you were confused- sorry if im not describing it well)

💖~ Thank you for making this request! I won't deny that I love the idea of sub!Lyney 👀

Warning: NSFW, breath play, creampie, GN!Reader | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Lyney se ha acostumbrado a perseguir tu satisfacción antes que la suya, principalmente porque no le gusta ser egoísta contigo en ningún aspecto. Te cuida mucho antes, durante y después del sexo, tratando de que siempre estés tan a gusto y feliz como él. Se enrosca a tu alrededor, te limpia y desborda su devoción como si fuera lo único capaz de sentir.

Por eso, cuando se puede permitir ser cuidado, no es capaz de negarte nada. Ni siquiera si se trata de ponerse un collar y follarte tan fuerte como le permitan sus caderas.

Tiras del cuero contra su cuello, él siente que su respiración terminará por incendiar sus órganos enteros cuando tu humedad lo chupa y lo exprime hasta dejarlo casi ciego por la lujuria. Su rostro patético solo puede demostrar su estado mental, vacío, solo enfocado en lo bien que te sientes cuando su polla te martilla y es abrazado por tu carne. Lyney no es alguien que disfrute ser vocal, pues le gusta mantener las cosas discretas, llamándote en susurros mientras se obliga a llenarte con sus múltiples cargas, pero esto es nuevo. Tan nuevo que la máscara de confianza del mago ha caído muy lejos de su rostro, solo siendo capaz de jadear y sollozar con tu nombre y súplicas.

No sabe cuántas veces se ha corrido en lo que va de la noche, tampoco puede enumerarlas ahora, solo sabe que la extraña sensación pegajosa que sentía en el punto donde tus muslos y los suyos se conectaban era tan irreal que quería perseguir más. La toalla debajo de ti se encontraba empapada, la cama también era una pista de la escena del crimen que estaban cometiendo, pero no pudo pensar en que debía cambiar las sábanas y limpiar el colchón, sino que se permitió soltar más lágrimas que caían por sus mejillas hasta tu propio rostro.

Su boca estaba manchada, rastros de labial y el delicioso líquido que lo obligaste a tragar minutos antes se mezclaban con la saliva que caía por su lengua. Era una buena imagen, fascinante, como Lyney perseguía el placer sin detenerse, sus manos estaban agarrando con fuerza el marco de la cama que para este punto ya había dejado varias marcas en la pared.

“No puedo…” Lloró buscando tu mirada con sus ojos aguados, incapaz de demostrar algo más que unas nuevas ganas de llenar tu interior con su semen. “¡Por favor, por favor!”

Pero Lyney es tan obediente contigo. Es tan lindo cuando jadeos contra su oído y tiras más fuerte de la correa que lo deja sin aire momentáneamente, suspirando su lujuria y golpeando contra ti con más urgencia. Ya había cerrado los ojos, perdido en la sensación deliciosa y pegajosa de los lubricantes mezclados con su semen y saliva.

“Me voy a desmayar, amour.” Traga saliva cuando siente la picazón en la punta de su polla que lo obliga a arañar tu muslo y acercarse más. El ruido de la piel sudorosa chocar se pierde entre sus maullidos y llantos. Su semilla se dispara lo que profundo que puede dentro de ti, que lo aceptas con gusto y le besas las mejillas mientras limpias sus lágrimas. Ha sido un buen chico, tan dulce y sensible que tiembla entre tus piernas y se detiene para por fin respirar algo de aire fresco y no el aliento cálido del que se ha vuelto adicto.

Pero no tiene mucho tiempo para descansar, pues vuelves a apretar el collar y lo haces encorvarse, tembloroso, para besarlo en sus labios devastados. Y Lyney entiende que aún no han terminado, y vuelve a follarte más a través de su semen que gotea y baja por tus labios y lo embelesa más contra tus suaves paredes que lo aprietan nuevamente.

English:

Lyney has taken to pursuing your satisfaction before his own, mainly because he doesn't like to be selfish with you in any way. He takes great care of you before, during, and after sex, trying to ensure that you are always as comfortable and happy as he is. He curls around you, cleans you, and overflows with his devotion as if it were the only thing capable of feeling.

 

Therefore, when he can allow himself to be cared for, he is not able to deny you anything. Not even if it means putting on a collar and fucking you as hard as his hips will allow.

 

You pull the leather against his neck; he feels that his breath will end up setting his entire organs on fire when your wetness sucks and squeezes him until he is almost blind with lust. His pathetic face can only demonstrate his mental state: empty, only focused on how good you feel when his cock hammers you and is embraced by your flesh. Lyney isn't one to enjoy being vocal, as he likes to keep things discreet, calling out to you in whispers as he forces himself to fill you with his multiple loads, but this is new. So new that the magician's mask of confidence has fallen far from his face, only being able to gasp and sob at your name and pleas.

 

He doesn't know how many times he's come so far this night, nor can he list them now, he just knows that the strange sticky feeling he felt at the point where your thighs and his were connected was so unreal that he wanted to chase more. The towel under you was soaked, and the bed was also a clue to the crime scene you were committing, but he couldn't think about changing the sheets and cleaning the mattress; instead, he allowed himself to let out more tears that fell down from his cheeks to your own face.

 

His mouth was stained, traces of lipstick and the delicious liquid you had forced him to swallow minutes before mixing with the saliva that ran down his tongue. It was a good image, fascinating, how Lyney pursued pleasure without stopping, his hands were tightly gripping the frame of the bed, which by this point had already left several marks on the wall.

 

“I can't…” He cried, searching your gaze with his watery eyes, unable to show anything more than a new desire to fill your insides with his cum. "Please please!"

 

But Lyney is so obedient to you. He's so cute when you gasp against his ear and tug harder on the leash that it leaves him breathless momentarily, sighing at his lust and pounding into you with more urgency. He had already closed his eyes, lost in the delicious, sticky sensation of the lubricants mixed with his cum and saliva.

 

“I'm going to faint, amour.” He swallows when he feels the itch at the tip of his cock that forces him to scratch your thigh and get closer. The noise of sweaty skin colliding is lost between his mewls and cries. His seed shoots as deep as it can into you, who accept it with pleasure and kiss his cheeks while you wipe away his tears. He's been a good boy, so sweet and sensitive that he trembles between your legs and stops to finally breathe some fresh air and not the hot breath he's become addicted to.

 

But he doesn't have much time to rest, as you tighten his grip on his collar again and make him bend over, trembling, to kiss his ravaged lips. And Lyney understands that you're not done yet, and he goes back to fucking you more through his cum dripping down your lips and enthralling him more against your soft walls that squeeze him again.

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solo vengo a decir q sos la primera escritora q encuentro de genshin en español 😭😭😭 y encima escribís re lindo, me causan una re ternura tus textos (?) nada eso, me alegraste el día T_T seguí así te re banco

Kdgkdhdi ¡Muchas gracias por tus lindas palabras!

Lamento apenas responder a esto, tu también me alegras te mucho el día ily mi gente latino ✨✨✨

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HEAR ME OUT GUYS!!! BOOTHILL!

Boothill falls in love with this beautiful girl, who is the daughter of the owner of a manor, a landowner who is not happy that his little daughter is hanging out with an armed cyborg cowboy.

 

Boothill literally arrives on horseback to take you dancing in a tavern while your father thinks you're asleep, not knowing that you're doing everything but resting. But that's okay, because Boothill gets you home before anyone notices.

 

But how strange, your father thinks when he sees some hoof prints that are not from his own horse. Maybe you were learning, but from whom?

Literally Y/N and Boothill:

[Attempted translation:

- Honey!

- I'll be back, Boo!]

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Ya acabé Fontaine. Tengo este vacío en mi interior que solo se va a llenar si Hoyoverse se pone las pilas y pone a un señor de rancho en Natlan, que tenga un machete y nos cuente que se peleó con el diablo en el cerro.

Sino, no quiero nada. ;;;;

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¿SABEN? ES QUE ES UNA NECESIDAD

Un Gallagher de hsr, un señor moreno, fuertote, que parezca que cada noche se pone pedísimo mientras escucha Soda Estéreo o a Belinda. Que traiga poncho, sombrero de paja toquilla y que tenga vibra de que está jodido, llorando por sus tres divorcios afuera de su casa en un rancho.

NECESITO ALGO ASÍ DIOSMIO- Hoyoverso, aliméntenme con un señor de campo o me va a dar algo.

O QUE HAYA UN DEMONIO QUE TE PUEDAS ENCONTRAR EN MEDIO DEL CERRO Y SEA UN MINI JEFE.

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Estoy cada vez más decidida en que si el anoverso no hace algo así, yo carrearé mi estabilidad emocional y haré un OC acerca de eso...