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[rae-pss]

masterlist

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . listening to tu falta de querer (by mon laferte) makes me hallucinate (/j). may have a second part (if I'm able to put myself to write it), and even a third one. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, angst (?), gn reader who's said to wear make-up, remember that this is from reader's pov so we never know what actually happened.

surely, it was all a joke. a devastating, heartbreaking lie on its twisted side. one that destroyed the day when at the altar, standing up there, with that beautiful outfit, makeup and hairstyle done, with all those people present there waiting for the union... a damn joke that was evident to every and each one's eyes on your wedding day.

your supposedly happiest day became the very day that put an end to a years-long relationship. the humiliation was monumentally overwhelming like no other when from the seconds, the minutes, the hours he did not appear. his damned figure was nowhere to be seen nearby.

he didn't respond to messages or calls. not from friends, not from family, and much less to yours.

oh, the translucent tears that overflowed from your eyes bathed in the deepest, desperate sadness.

oh, the streams of salty water that flowed across your cheeks as if it were their natural flow.

oh, the trembling of your body, a violent movement that brought you to the ground on your knees when you realized that all your love was a joke, a lie.

gojo satoru, toji fushiguro (jjk); dazai osamu, nikolai gogol, fyodor dostoyevsky (bsd); hisoka morrow, chrollo lucilfer (hxh); kaeya alberich, tartaglia/childe (genshin); hol horse, illuso (jjba); apollo (snv/ror); ran haitani, hanma shuuji (tokrev); oliver aiku, shidou ryusei, michael kaiser (bllk); douma (kny); anyone you can think of.

[hajihiko]

Ok my henchmen i have a mission for you. Liberally use the term 'relationship' to mean any and all relationships. Platonic, professional, hateful, etc etc. If people wanna talk about a romantic relationship they gotta specify the romantic part. We must weaken the alloamatonormativity. Ok thats all thanks line up for kisses

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Imagine you're a scientist. You work for, probably, not the most ethical of organizations. The work you do was supposed to involve research demonic power and it uses to better the world. But, instead, you've found yourself observing and dispensing of gallons of demon cum.

The idea started simple. Demons generate energy through their impulsive and sinful natures. So, if one can find a way to "milk" out that energy, then it could be used a potential limitless source to power anything one can dream of.

The drawback is that, between the seven deadly sins, Lust has been the only nature that's consistently drawn the most power over time.

Thus, you - standing in front of the observation bay windows - watching a demon pound away into a milking machine. He was large and muscular, thick horns jutting outwards and sharp enough to kill a man with the smallest of gestures. He had a name - supposedly - but demon language meant nothing but gibberish to human ears. You just called him "Dee".

The job wouldn't be so bad, The cum wasn't very useful and you had the job of disposing of it, if it weren't for the fact that the more "higher up" scientists had noticed this particular demons energy output rose exponentially when you watched them.

It wasn't being in the same room, whether it be through camera or window, the thing somehow knew when you were watching him. In recordings, he would fuck into the machine, for lack of a better word, "vanilla". Rhythmically fucking in and out almost bored by its predicament. But when you entered the room... When you watched the live feed...

Dee's breath hitched and he picked up the speed. His hips pulled out in long and swaying thrusts, becoming more targeted to the phantom mares inner collection chamber. As if he were fucking a real body. His body hunched forward and he breathed against the metal frame and spoke in demon tongue. And his claws, they dragged into the ground, being careful not "hurt" the fake body it was presented with.

It was showing off. Everyone knew that it was thinking of you when it thrust inside. That it wanted you to replace that the unfeeling, robotic hole that it fucked day in and day out.

And, what started out as disgust, was slowly turning warmth and arousal. You were growing jealous of the mechanical contraction it bred.

It should be you.

[edit: Link to the next parts ]

[traumagenic-positivity]

i love you systems who call your alters "parts"

i love you systems who call your alters "alters"

i love you systems who call your alters "headmates"

i love you systems who call your alters "voices"

i love you systems who call your alters swears

i love you systems who call your alters things that are silly, weird, or normal

dont let anyone tell you what to call them <3

[simplified-birds]

Simplified bird #40 - feral pigeon

( requested by @pavpavlova )

[m4rs-ex3]

ok but this one of this show's main characters is a girl raised by gay dads and we don't talk about it

[ot9snumber1]

subby momo probably cums just from eating u out and gets pussy drunk

she def does :(( that reminds me of this fic!

rewarding her by letting her eat you out for hours, amused by the way she whines every time you tug her head away to check in on her.

"baby, aren't you tired yet?" you ask, breathless and exhausted from your latest orgasm. momo whines, trying to pull away from your grasp on her hair to attach her lips back to your clit. "no.. no.. one more, please?"

"sweetheart..." you sit up shakily, scratching her scalp lightly so she wouldn't whine about the lack of pussy in her mouth. she was so sweet-looking like this, doe eyes and pouty lips and flushed cheeks and—

your foot feels something damp as you were adjusting the way you sat, curious, you looked down. "baby, did you cum?"

momo's cheeks flush as her gaze follows yours, the mess she made on the sheets being more obvious than yours. how could she not notice? she was too busy pleasing you to even realize she'd reached her peak. multiple times.

"oh—i'm sorry, i didn't mean to!" she immediately hides her face against your neck, wanting the earth to swallow her whole. "sweetie—" you try to conceal your laughter as you rub her back gently, pulling her onto your lap. "—don't be sorry. i think it's cute how needy you are. you know that."

momo nods, holding you tighter as she lets out a little whimper of acknowledgement.

"why don't you help me change our sheets so we can cuddle for the rest of the night, hm?"

[finchmarie]

Doing a lil v-day sale! Want to focus on shippy art to continue to build out that portfolio! 🖤💖

Offering for my tumblr fam only 25$ smooch sketches! Full color sketches, but will likely be shoulder/waist up and I might be a bit experimental with coloring! (Look to recent OC sketches for ideas).

FinchMarie-studio.com has a contact form, feel free to DM, email FinchMarie@PM.me or use discord @ FinchMarie

[rae-pss]

˗ˏˋ COMPILATION !

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༉‧₊˚. ─ HADES GAME !

─ dionysus headcanon

༉‧₊˚. ─ NON-SPECIFIED !

─ delicacy

─ a lie

༉‧₊˚. ─ THE KID AT THE BACK !

─ sol gets caught writing about you

[yurislotusgarden]

My daily 50 kisses

ʚїɞ Dazai Osamu x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes!

ʚїɞ First x reader work

ʚїɞ word count: 208

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just pure fluff with soft Dazai, Dazai calls himself your future husband once, reader's gender is not specified in any way, the reader is implied to be at least slightly shorter than Dazai

34, 35, 36, 3- oh?

36 is the exact number of how many kisses Dazai got on the face. He counted, and mind you, it was too little. 

“Why’d you stopped?” Came the question from the brunette, his arms tightening around your waist. Your hands were on his cheeks, he was enjoying the feeling thank you very much.

“Didn’t you have enough by now?”

“Nope! Your handsome boyfriend demands more kisses!” At that, the taller figure gets closer to your face.

“What if I say no?” A chuckle from you, an amused one. Dazai’s always like this when you give what he decides, is too little affection.

“You see, there’s no ‘no’ option. You simply have to agree”

“I would disagree” It was hard not to smile in this situation, seeing your significant other so openly wanting affection from you never fails to warm your heart.

“And I disagree with your disagreement. Your future husband is demanding his 50 daily kisses, and he won’t fail at getting them” You don’t fail on slightly blushing at what he called himself - just what he wanted to see.

“Your daily 50 kisses? That’s the first time I hear of such a  rule”

“Hm, you heard right. My daily 50 kisses”

Notes, comments, reblogs and anything else is greatly appreciated

[biscuitdragonwithastick]

Imagine your just walking through the woods when a monster rushes you from behind. Sprawled on the ground, helpless under their weight, you wait for the blinding pain of claws tearing through flesh, but it never comes.

Instead, those sharp claws tear through your clothing and you feel blood rushing to face out of embarrassment and confusion. Thoughts rampage through your mind as to what it wants, and then you feel something wet and hot against your opening.

You scramble to get a away but it growls against your neck. It's a monster with needs. It won't let you go until it's done.

You cry out as it thrusts into you. Like an animal, it's only focus is breeding you full of its monster spawn. For some horrible reason, that turns you on. You try to fight how arousing it is to be used like this, that this doesn't feel good at all.

Your voice betrays you though and you moan with an orgasm as it thrusts into you one last time and cums.

You're so ready for this to be all over - to just crawl home and fall asleep in a warm blanket - but then you feel something press against your entrance.

The monster whine and bucks forward. You groan with the force as something pops inside. You have no time to wonder what it is as more of these objects start flood your insides.

Eggs.

You realize that you're being bred with eggs. Your tummy rounds so beautifully with them, your tired mind less horrified and more fascinated to watch it expand with each intrusion.

Finally, the monster pulls out. It carries you back to the entrance of the forest and leaves you there to find your own way home.

All you can think about is how your going to hide this from everyone in town.

[seleneprince]

Mulciber: So, are you a boy or a girl?

Sevrina: I'm a fucking mess

[petercushingscheekbones]

Ahhh tearing my hair out. They make me insane

[starrynight-edits]

D --> you don't need to do this but i would like to request equius, specifically the one pester quest sprite where he's playing with hair, i would like his hair to be way longer, like almost to his hips, and slight stubble on the face, scars from my face and all over the arms and the grey darker, the belt was white-grey and the belt was gold, also a golden ring on the intact horn, whit gloves too, pointy ears that have gauges that are nepetas b100d color, the sleeves ripped off and multiple burn holes in the shirt. i believe that's it,

Here you go! If you need anything changed just let me know :D

[taintedbenevolence]

A KNIGHT'S CONSOLATION

a/n: thinking about argenti's s/o consoling him whenever he wonders if spreading idrila's word is pointless and if his faith goes unheard. pairing: argenti x gender non-specified reader warnings: no particular warnings. maybe a bit of information about the knights of beauty. not proofread. category: comfort/mild angst.

Argenti was a typically well-mannered man, with looks so stunning one would think he's the very image of beauty. Fitting, for being a Knight of Beauty, I suppose.

Candid, devout, and warm-hearted were words people often described him as. He bore no ill intent, and although a little exaggerated at times when he directed himself, it was clear he only meant well.

After all, what kind of Knight would he be if he didn't spread Idrila's good word?

Alas, not everyone returns the kindness he offers. And a flower, as beautiful as every, withers like any other if not taken care of.

The kind knight is amicable, but not delusional. He knows well that she whom he follows is well most likely dead — not missing.

This objective of the Knights of Beauty to find their vanished Aeon was starting to seem more like wishful thinking than an accomplishable feat.

And when one's testimony of The Beauty is rejected more often than not, it's easy to grow frustrated — so when your lover strolls with you in the garden with mildly furrowed brows, you can tell the lack of appreciation for his beliefs is starting to get to him.

You take his armored hand in yours, guiding him to a section surrounded by flowers and grass, as you both slowly sit down in between nature's glory.

Slowly beginning to pick apart a few flowers and tying them around each other, you speak softly.

"What is it that bothers you?"

A simple question, but it does bring the knight's attention back to you. He musters a smile, a quiet chuckle leaving through his lips that reverberates through his chest as he gazes at you.

"Dearest, and here I believed that this was meant to soothe us?"

His words are teasing, and well — elaborate, as always, yet, you can tell he's attempting to shift the subject just slightly. Subtly.

But you know better than to ignore when Argenti begins to show signs of distress. So you pry further.

"It is — and I know something is occupying your mind."

And as his breath catches, his emerald hues flicking towards the sky briefly before glancing back at you, a wry smile tugs at his lips — you have him.

And well, it can't hurt to tell you, now can it?

"I still haven't found her."

Those're the first words he speaks. He pauses, before continuing, just a hint of melancholy present in his usually warm gaze.

"And not many are willing to spare a glance at her radiance."

A bit of a complex statement at first, but you're able to decipher quickly enough what he means by his words. His Aeon remains unfound, dead, and any attempt to garner faith for The Beauty has by now been almost but completely futile.

You continue making a wreath out of the flowers, as you hum quietly in response. You know spreading The Beauty's word can for him be, whilst certainly a blessing, also a burden.

"Not many are able to withstand her radiance," You reply in turn, beginning to lift your gaze to meet Argenti's eyes.

"The human mind was not made to comprehend the divine," You continue, finishing the wreath of flowers as you sit beside him, hugging your knees.

"It's normal for a mortal to not believe what cannot be seen," You say to him, not minding his silence as he gazes at you with an expression that slowly turns into a half-hearted, amused, but certainly endearing smile.

"That is very consoling, my love, but.." He chuckles, his lips forming a more genuine smile that has a hint of hurt, not intended to be hidden. "It doesn't make it any less exasperating."

And he is right — even if your words provided a soothing message to his heart, his mind yet remains uneasy. You gaze at him, contemplating his words, and you sigh quietly, as your head leans on his right shoulder.

"There are things that'll remain with uncertainty, Argenti," You state, gazing at the setting sun, the sky slowly shifting into a faded dusk. "Faith cannot be demanded of instantly — it must come of the soul."

Your hand finds his, gently squeezing it, and he still feels a miniscule chill sent through his way with an accompanied warmth from the palm of your hand, despite the armor that separates him from your touch.

"Even if you don't live to see her light once more .." you speak, feeling his attentive gaze fixed on you. You pause, trying to find the right words, before you smile faintly, finishing your statement.

"I can say for certain — the Path you treaded will leave Traces, and I'm sure that she will find a way into mankind's hearts as she did once before."