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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.
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yurislotusgarden · 9 months
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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
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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”
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bullieving-in-amour · 2 months
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Everything was warm - warm, warm, warm, surrounding you, not suffocating but embracing.
Embracing, their hands were, where you laid between them, cupped to protect you from all that was, all that were, cupped to love you in reverence, a promise of never-ending safety.
"You would do well to sleep, give in to slumber, Heart of mine."
Nanook's voice was like a caress and a comfortably heavy blanket. You had to agree with them - you knew - right, they were.
"Close your eyes, Love of mine." They murmured, voice ever-present, feeling it deep into your flowing blood.
"Let it all go, Soul of mine..."
You felt the movements of them leveling to you, the warmth of their uneeded breath.
"Rest, as you need, Universe of mine."
You felt their lips against you, soft in a way mortal weren't, too gentle for the difference of size.
Love evident.
"I shall be there, always and forever, until infinity finds an end; keeping you safe, and never letting you forget the truth of my love you oh so deserve."
"Go on. Drift, Sweet Dream of mine."
"It shall all pass - but destroyed, you won't be. Built anew, and adored."
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lovelylittlelevity · 9 months
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MK Meeting You For The First Time
Here's the reaction image at the end if someone wants to use it!:
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taintedbenevolence · 8 days
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A KNIGHT'S CONSOLATION
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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.
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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."
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seleneprince · 1 month
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Mulciber: So, are you a boy or a girl?
Sevrina: I'm a fucking mess
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speaking french and spanish and having non-binary pronouns is a curse
and i'm not even talking about the fact that the whole language is gendered
i'm talking about the fact that "elle" in spanish (pronounced "eyé" (?) is a gender neutral contraction of el and ella
but "elle" in french is basically "she"
So saying that my pronouns are iel/they/elle confuses french speaking people when they read it because they think that my pronouns are basically french-they/they/she and it's annoying lmao
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l0sercat · 1 year
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Because my mutual wanted this I shall bless them with beauty. *Mwah* @raven-the-cryptid
Jonathan Crane x reader
Warnings: stalking, non-con touching and recording
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Once he saw you he couldn't get enough. You were just too beautiful and the way your eyes shined in the light took away his breath. He wanted more, no- he needed more of you.
He started to stalk you, admiring your beauty from afar. But soon it wasn't enough he needed more. He tried talking to you in person but you just ignored him. Pain and anger struck him. But he wasn't mad at you, no not fully you were just trying to do your job. He can relate.
It wasn't your fault that those filthy creatures took away your attention. So instead he settled for a different way to spend time with you. He quickly learned your schedule and your routine. He made sure the times he could come over and the times he could stay and lay with you.
This time is no different he walked down the apartment hallway and headed towards your door. He had made a copy of your key so he could easily break get in. He smiled and twisted the doorknob open. You weren't home right now and weren't supposed to be home until later.
This means he has as much time as he wants to smell your scent. And also see if you made and changes or left anything interesting in your home. He loves knowing everything about you, your just his little thing that he loves to study. He made his way into your bedroom. He familiarized himself with the layout of your home already. He stepped inside your room and walked toward your dresser. He opened your top dresser to reveal your underwear. He grinned and his eyes lit up like kids eyes when they get candy. He grabs a pair and brings it to his nose and smells it. He takes a deep long inhale and then exhales with a sigh. He dramatically shivered and stumbled towards your bed. He falls on it and curls up in it. He just inhales your scent, it overwhelmed him but he didn't mind. He loved it, being surrounded by you is a blessing. He buried his face in your pillow and dozed off breathing in your addicting scent.
He awoke to the sound of the door to your apartment opening. His eyes flew open wide and he gasped. He must have slept to long. Panic engulfed him and he quickly flew to your closet and hid in there. He moved some clothes aside and hid in the very corner. He heard the bedroom door open and you step in. You were humming a tune that sounded absolutely beautiful. He watched you from the cracks. You were changing your clothes, starting with your top. You discarded it haphazardly onto the floor along with your bra. You placed on a bigger looser shirt. Then you took your tight pants that showed off your curves and put on some nice cotton pajama pants.
Jonathan could feel his dick grow hard in his pants. Just watching you change and seeing your body made him feel certain things. You yawned and grabbed your phone scrolling through it and then clicking in a video. You moved one of your hands towards your pants. You slipped your hand underneath your pants and underwear and start playing with your clit. You then entered two fingers into you. You started moaning and pink blush dusted your face. Jonathan was flustered and his eyes wide. He was loving every second of this. He loved hearing your cute moans. He pulled out his phone and recorded you. He was growing painfully hard and started to palm himself through his pants. His eyes are lidded matching yours. He couldn't help it you are just so cute and irresistible. He needed you right now but he couldn't. You let out one big moan and then you stopped your motions. You got up and left and returned a moment later. You turned your light off. You crawled back into bed and drifted off to sleep.
Jonathan looked at his phone it was 10:55pm it was late. He slowly opened the closet door and stepped out. He closed the door gently and made his way over to you. He laid down with you spooning your body close to his. His hands started to wander caressing you in many places. He felt how soft your tits were and how squishy your thighs were. He was worshipping your body, he couldn't get enough. He was loudly breathing into your ear on accident. He grabbed one of your hands and slid them underneath his pants he made your hand grab his dick. He gasped at the feeling and held back a moan. He started pumping himself with your hand. He was close to cumming, the sensation of your hand on his dick was to much for him. He let out a loud moan and cum covered your hand. He pulled your hand from his pants and placed it back where it was. You were stirring from your sleep but he paid no mind.
He started to touch you some more this time playing with your hair. Your eyes slowly opened and you froze. Your blood went cold and you accidentally let out a whimper. Jonathan froze and turned your body facing him. Your eyes were big and bug eyed staring at him. You started to move so Jonathan held you down, trapping you underneath him. You started to scream, letting out a big bloody scream. His eyes widened and he cursed himself. He reached into his pocket and grabbed out some of his fear toxin. He sprayed you with it making you speechless but your fear still active and much worse. You just stared at him with tears cascading down your face. You wanted this to be over but he wanted this to be forever and eventually it will.
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mime-rodeo · 3 months
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i think people still fail to realize that there is no "masculine" or "feminine" facial feature or body type. none whatsoever.
because yeah, trans, non-binary and intersex people exist but even otherwise. sometimes cis women have typically "masculine" features, like facial hair, a flat chest or broad shoulders. sometimes cis men have typically "feminine" features like a small waist, big chest or soft skin. sometimes cis women are taller and cis men are shorter. it all depends on your genetics and sometimes your lifestyle.
and this is where transphobes trip up when they say shit like "we can always tell". no you can't. you'll go and call a cis woman slurs because she happens to have a body that you consider masculine. you bully a cis man because he doesn't fit your criteria of masculinity. you're literally a parasite to your own community, just because of your hatred of the trans community.
so yeah. the sooner we dismantle these stereotypes and just accept that people have different features, regardless of whether they are cis or trans, the easier it would be to just exist in your own body without worrying that you're not masculine enough or feminine enough.
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unknownarmageddon · 6 months
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Thanks man (non gendered)
Yeah no worries
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kafkaguy · 2 months
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im gonna be hanging out my mum all week next week and i bet i could make her nonbinary by the end of it
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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.
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natureaker · 3 months
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every time i try to make new friends it's people who constantly say shit like 'men suck' 'cis men suck' like i don't want to control what you say when it comes to venting your frustrations but COME ON DUDE
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bullieving-in-amour · 3 months
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this is nonsexual intimacy thoughts but.
if you're hairy, be it in general, or in specific places, just. halsin running his fingers to feel your skin and hair against his hand because its a part of you, and he loves all of you.
chest hair ? buries his nose there to nuzzle at the spot. stomach ? great to kiss all over. thighs or legs in general and your arms, and happy trails - just running his fingers across in nonsensical rythm and pattern.
facial hair is for nuzzling his cheek against, always.
halsins a man who'll always appreciate enjoying someone's hair. be it on their head or body. idk just soft intimacy and cuddles and its nice
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yukipri · 2 years
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May I inquire as to your pronouns? Big fan of your art and I donxt want to misgender you in sharing your art with friends :)
Thanks for liking my work!
Copy-pasted from my FAQ post, which you can find through my Masterpost pinned to the top of my blog:
Gender/pronouns?
I’m genderfluid and nonbinary, and am also perfectly happy applying the term Queer to myself. Most people assume I’m feminine, and I can be, but not always. I prefer he or she, but honestly don’t care what you use.
My own gender/sexuality is far less important to me than most other aspects of me, such as my culture, fandoms, and opinions.
TLDR: I don't care! I would rather you use the brain power necessary to think about my pronouns thinking about my art or fics instead!
To reference another Tumblr post, my 3rd person gendered pronouns in English are, as far as I'm concerned, a you problem and not a me problem <3
❀ ❀ Send YukiPri an Ask! ❀ ❀
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like honestly just give your non binary characters traditionally "gendered" features. just do it. it's not like being androgynous ever stopped non binary characters from being misgendered.
frisk undertale and kris deltarune were androgynous and are only ever referred to by "they/them" and ppl are still arguing over how the "main character is not the player but their own person" message didn't apply to their genders bc they refuse to wrap their head around different pronouns. raine owlhouse was paraded around as "disney's first ever nb representation" by everyone and their mother but bc they have short hair other countries dub them as male. this also happens to most anime nb characters bc of how japanese pronouns work. halara raincode literally has the color scheme of the non binary flag AND their in-game profile says that they, and i quote "have no specified gender" AND several characters remark on it in the actual game but bc theyre voiced by a female voice actor ppl still call them a woman.
like literally at this point just give your nb characters huge tits and a massive beard. if ppl refuse to accept the existence of non binary characters in media, then there is no way to make a character non binary "enough" to convince them otherwise. no matter how much you hammer in their androgyny in an attempt to detach them from "male" and "female," there will be people determined to assign gender roles to any trait you give your character.
creators being hesitant to give their non binary characters traits that could be associated with a binary gender is why every goddamn genderqueer character that the creator wants you to take seriously in popular media has shoulder length hair and a board-flat figure and a perfectly neutrally pitched voice. like. just do what you want at this point. the character is non binary because your story said so and people who misgender them would have done that no matter how androgynous they look.
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