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trickster aesthetic // mythology

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word moodboard: ancient greek: ἀστράρχη 

↦ (astrarchē), queen of stars, epithet of the moon

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Experimenting with aesthetics for my OCs and such, figured I may as well post it, since tumblr people like aesthetic-related things so much for some reason

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Astronomy Witch Source: @ohthewitchery Found on Pinterest

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Fallen Angel Aesthetic || Anonymous 

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xxxcxo

whenever malia extended his legs eagerly , leo took the opportunity to take the ripe flesh of malia’s left thigh in his mouth . leo had sort of been all over the place , but there was a sense of urgency for him to pick at every bit of malia’s outer surface . so much beautiful , pale flesh to discover and taste , thankfully they had the time . although his mouth had been in a fit of exploration , his fingers still maintained malia’s receptive areas , making sure to pin-point any mechanism that would make malia twitch beneath him . any reaction was a good one . leo’s salivary glands had been roused at this point , so it didn’t take much for him to excrete a lengthy strand of spit from his mouth , creating an unholy concoction of bodily fluids as lubrication from where his finger had been centering along malia’s anus .

leo eased his fingertip for a moment , before applying pressure from the insertion . there was a slight ease to it , yet he figured it would take malia some adjustment before he’d be fully accustomed to the pleasures . not long after , leo was impatient enough that he’d already had two fingers passed the entrance , easing them in and out , in and out . leo made sure to hold his focus on other parts too , a messy mixture that would be his definition of multi-tasking . leo couldn’t resist the urge to sink his teeth into malia’s thigh , the frontal part of his teeth creating a slight tear into the flesh as he mustered up a small streak of blood , just enough for leo to retrieve his first official bite of indulgence . of course , it merely were just an appetizer , there was still so much to scour from the demon .

Malia couldn’t help but enjoy the way Le was all over the place, the almost frantic way that he wanted to touch and taste every inch of the demon. It was flattering to feel so wanted, to have someone exploring every inch of him like a starved man. His own hands finding their way to Leo’s frame, desperate to feel the human’s skin underneath his fingers, nails digging at points, leaving little crescent moons in their wake. The urge to scratch and bruise the human until everyone could see the demon had laid his claim, a calling card to let everyone know Malia had been here.

The demon clenching around the fingers, while it wasn’t the first time something had been there, the sensation never grew old to have both of his holes filled. The urge there to demand more, and the human seemed to sense the thought as one finger became two and Malia was moaning in delight. By the time he realized the mouth had left his cunt, teeth were sinking into his thigh and he felt the skin being forced to give in. A gasp at the tingling shock of pain, pressing the tender skin of his thigh towards the teeth, left nearly panting as blood trickled from the bite. Oh how the demon wished he could will it to scar, how delighted he would be to have a imprint of the human’s teeth on his thigh, something to run his fingers over and always be reminded of him.

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ayalafox

Long fingers stroked over the boy’s pussy, noting the warmth and slight puffiness.  “Someone’s been a good boy for some Masters and Mistresses, I see,” she praised him, recalling that he had a positive response to that the other night.  She petted the boy for a minute until she turned off the water and dropped her robe to the floor.  After stepping into the tub, she held ot a hand to him and beckoned, “Come sit on Mistresses lap, Little Dove.”

Malia shivered at the touch, hips wanting to lift, but, managing to resist the needy urge. Flushing at the praise. Green orbs tracking her as she stripped and slipped into the tub, waiting patiently until he was invited. Dropping to his feet from the counter, using her hand to assist stepping over the edge of the tub and settled into her lap. A small noise of pleasure escaping as his body sunk into the hot water, muscles instantly relaxing.

Rental ~ 1/24

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mcnstrosite

❛ doesn’t count if they want to cum. ❜ sure, he likes to sexually torture people and force an orgasm out of them as much as the next guy, but that is only satisfying when the person in his possession does not want it. ❛ it is all about humiliation and shame, not gratification. ❜ this is what malia fails to understand. ❛ lucky for you there are masters who are willing to settle. ❜  his drink has been left unattended for too long and so he reaches for it to kick it all back. the sound of the ice cubes clicking inside the glass. takes the fun out for you.  ❛ exactly. ❜ no further explanation needed. obviously caleb is a man who cares only for his own satisfaction. he has not decided if he likes this new attitude the demon is showing but at least it’s an upgrade from all the incessant whining. becoming a slave had been therapeutic. ❛  i bet i can break you. ❜  he waves to the bartender for a refill. ❛ everyone has a limit. it is only a matter of finding yours. ❜

Malia is nodding, a show of listening, not agreement. Agree to disagree, at least for the demon, this wasn’t the hill he was choosing to die on today. “Lucky me.” He hummed with a smile over the brim of his own glass. Requesting his own refill while the bartender is there for Caleb’s, taking a moment to consider his words. His own curiosity about where his limit was. And if anyone here could find it, Caleb was the individual. But, he wasn’t a fool to consider what Caleb would stop when he found that limit, it would go well beyond. “I’m sure you could.” He finally murmured, discarding his empty glass to pick up the fresh one. The demon considering whether he wanted to be broken that far down, again. “But, what if you can’t?” The demon hummed. 

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// ooc

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3/3 aesthetic for @not-your-average-incubus ❤️ Hope you enjoy love!

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Blue and purple incubus aesthetic for @tacco-pride -Admin Paint

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ayalafox

The fact that she towered over the boy even barefoot sent a special kind of thrill through Ayala.  It baffled her how anyone would think him a dominant Master, Demon or not.  “She knows a good money maker when she sees one,” Ayala chuckled, stopping by the large tub and turning on the water.  She dropped in a bath bomb, then turned and lifted him to sit on the counter.  “Spread your legs for me, Little Dove.  Let Mistress make sure none of them damaged you too badly to make playtime fun.”

The demon followed along, smiling a bit at the compliment, even though it could be taken as an insult, Malia took it as a compliment. It meant he was good at something. Green eyes following as she got the bath ready and made a small noise of surprise when he was lifted and sat on the counter, always a little taken off guard when he is moved so easily by others, though he should be use to it. Cheeks getting some color in them as he spread his legs, letting the mistress inspect him. Though he was a little puffy, used and abused, he didn’t have any tears or serious injuries.

Rental ~ 1/24

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mcnstrosite

one minute he is considering taking the demon home and ripping him open with his own bare hands to use his spleen as a cum bucket, and the next he is staring at him with frustration. it is like someone has turned a light switch in his head. there is a pounding in there now that was not there before, which only means that he’s starting to feel the hunger pains. that need that crawls in his innards like a nest filled with maggots. malia paints a nice little picture, and caleb would be jumping at the opportunity if it was not for the fact that the demon wants it so badly. not only wants it, craves it. like a starving whore. his comment causes a light chuckle to brush past his lips, followed by a disappointing head shake. ❛ why? because malia, i don’t give a fuck if they cum. i only give a fuck if i cum. ❜ he sighs, pressing his fingers on the bridge of his nose as his headache gets louder.  he can’t help but feel slightly disenchanted with this new turn of events. ❛yes, i know you do. and even though this masochistic need of yours might seem alluring at first, the fact that you actually enjoy it just takes out all of the fun. ❜ after all, the whole point of being a sadist is causing not only pain but fear and humiliation. this was not meant to be pleasurable for his victim like some cheap pity fuck. the rape makes him feel dirty now. ❛ such wasted potential. ❜

“Because, the amount of mind fuckery they go through at the idea they’re cumming while this is happening to them.” He countered with a small eye roll, the demon noticed the shift in Caleb and it should have bothered it, no, would have bothered him. But, even as Caleb scolded and insulted him, it wasn’t there. Green eyes simply staring at him, something akin to amusement in his features instead. “Takes the fun out for you.” He shrugged, turning back to his drink, his entire body frame turning back to the bar and away from Caleb. Almost immediately looking for another target, as if the other’s approval or lack there of, was of little value. “Too bad, I’m sure you would have been... interesting.” The small demon shrugged, dismissing him, not even attempting to defend himself or convince the master that the demon was worth his time, like he would have in the past.