#tHROWS THIS AT U HEHE....

[iooiu]

sister of four younger brothers = violence at every corner

[cherrirui-official]

Sorry I've been gone for pretty much all month, the ancient ones awakened from their slumber and only I could defeat them. Anyways Happy Pride! Yippee!!

[inkykeiji]

DAZAI AKU AND READER DYNAMIC AGAIN 😧 not a request but i’m wondering how dazai would punish aku and if reader would be involved like forcing aku to watch as he touches them or only allowing aku to eat the come from readers 🐱 after he nuts in it. 🥱

anonnnn thank u so much for this i have SO much to say oh my gosh

tw: mentions of caning + physical assault, daddy kink, overstimulation, noncon, cuckholding kinda???, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, toxic relationships, cum eating, honestly Daddy dazai is just brutal. 

words: 1.1k

SO! the punishment that i had in mind at the end of that piece specifically was actually purely physical—it was caning! really fucking brutal caning that borders on physical assault. i’m not gonna talk about it much tho because HEHE between u and i, i am currently writing a lil piece that deals with like,,, the aftermath??? and the punishment itself is kinda gotten into in that oneshot so c: 

BUT I LOVE BOTH OF THESE IDEAS SOOOOO MUCH and i could totally see Daddy dazai definitely using either of these as punishment so let’s get into that because i have many Thoughts!!! 

okay first of all forcing akutagawa to eat reader out only after dazai has cum in her/you is so sick and sadistic i love it SO much oh my goddd especially since you know he’d be more than eager to do it, to please Daddy, to receive that precious praise dazai is so goddamn stingy with giving him. so he’d be so fucking enthusiastic as he sucks and slurps Daddy’s thick cream from your cunt, making a real mess of his face, cheeks and chin glistening oh-so-prettily with your and Daddy’s combined essence, tongue unfurling from his mouth to clumsily lick at his own stained skin, anywhere and everywhere he can possibly reach, slick muscle flexing as he stretches it as far as he can, desperate not to waste a single drop. 

and he’s holding your thighs open with such force that his fingertips are sinking into your flesh, nails carving deep crescents in their place, bruises blossoming beneath his grip, sowed deep in the tissues. your muscles ache from how unbelievably wide he’s stretched them, but he won’t let you close them, won’t even allow you a moment of rest at all, a man on a mission—your comfort doesn’t fucking matter, not when Daddy has a demand that needs to be fulfilled.

he eats you out until you’re fucking spotless, not a single ounce of Daddy’s cum anywhere, not even splattered on your inner thighs, because akutagawa, good boy that he is, sopped that up with his tongue, too. he’s almost obsessive with it, eating you until you cum again, until he’s sure your juices have flushed every last bit of Daddy from your body and into akutagawa’s tummy, safe and sound and where it should be. he’ll get in trouble for that, too, of course—you were never supposed to cum, he was never supposed to make that happen, and it’ll be his fault for allowing it, for procuring it, no matter how he tries to spin it. he knows better to argue with Daddy once Daddy’s made up his mind, but he just can’t seem to help it when it comes to situations involving you, whiny complaints spilling from his lips before his brain can even sift through them, voice stringy and thin as he cries about how it isn’t fair! and she should’ve stopped it herself! and it isn’t his fault she can’t control herself! 

at the end of it all, though, he’s proud of himself irregardless, proud of the stellar job he did eating you clean. and even though he scolds him callously, Daddy’s proud of him, too <3

ON THE OTHER HAND, i also really love the idea of Daddy dazai fucking reader over and over and over again and not only making akutagawa watch but also instructing akutagawa to not touch himself at all, in any way (and yes, this includes not shifting and twitching his hips up, rolling them into the air in tiny, pathetic little motions so the head of his cock grinds against the tight denim of his jeans). i love it, because it’s a double whammy in so many ways: in addition to the obvious, he also has to watch as his Daddy fucks the favourite, he has to watch as his Daddy plays with his toy, feeling left out and neglected and lonely. he has to watch as Daddy pushes his toy well past the point of pleasure and into a whole ton of pain, easily reminding akutagawa in that infuriatingly charming, slightly breathless voice that your pain is his fault (v touya-nii of him LMAO).

at first, he acts as if he doesn’t care, and he tells Daddy so, the words spit from his lips with such derision it sours his face, features screwed up tightly. it doesn’t matter to him, he says. he doesn’t give a fuck if she’s in pain, he swears. 

except by the third orgasm you’re sobbing out his name, dainty fingers grappling for him in cute little claws that scratch at the mattress in their haste and leave little divots in their wake, sheets ripping audibly, and ryuu! ryuu, ryuu, it hurts, make Daddy stop! 

but this, this pure emotional torment, is a part of his punishment, too, he realizes. 

because then Daddy’s shushing you, gentle and sweet and all of the things he never is with akutagawa, large palms cushioning your sweaty cheeks as he murmurs to you, voice silk and syrup. 

you can do it for Daddy, can’t you, sweetheart? you can cum one more for me, right? you want to be good for me, don’t you? 

and that hurts, too. watching Daddy be so fucking nice to you, watching daddy dole out praise to you the way he doles out punishment to akutagawa. it isn’t until dazai’s sure he’s fully broken akutagawa in every conceivable way that he finally stops, takes the shivering, snivelling man into his arms and onto his lap, akutagawa’s chest shuddering beneath the force of the sobs he keeps trying so desperately to shove down, long lashes scraggly and weighted with fat tears.

you did good, baby, he’s whispering as slim fingers pop the button of akutagawa’s jeans, hand wiggling beneath the material to pull his cock free a moment later. Daddy’s good baby boy, so precious, so fucking pathetic, aren’t you?

yes, yes, yes, he’s sobbing into dazai’s neck as Daddy strokes his aching cock, hard and fast right at the top, thumb grinding little circles into the slit. his words are nothing more than tangles of spit oozing all over Daddy’s skin as they leak, uncontrollably so, from his lips, but that’s alright, Daddy doesn’t mind the mess today, humming out condescending coos into inky strands as he encourages akutagawa to cum all over Daddy’s fist.

and, oh, he’s so fucking hopeless for his Daddy, cumming after a mere three pulls of his cock, thick and sticky and so much, it’s so much for such a skinny boy, almost embarrassingly, disgustingly so, don’t you think ryuu-kun? 

of course. of course it is; he’s disgusting and deplorable and so fucking desperate, but he did it; he’s Daddy’s good boy, and that’s all that matters <3 

[silkjade-archived]

“woven in the fabric of your tapestry / cover me in honeysuckle memories”

[jinxedrat]

what if we did each other's corpse paint? haha jk... unless?

[m0ths-wanderings]

@glitter-alienz

[itoshi-s]

I srsly wasnt gonna make u go down a 🐇 hole but im too impatient so this is the 2nd... I give u five words: oral fixation and cum play,, guess who has it?? (Everyone tbh) but think abt it him telling u to keep his first load in ur mouth while pounding u to get his 2nd telling u not to spill it or swallow until his release and even then he would take it in his mouth only to spit it back in urs (ps should i be an emoji anon bc i know which one to use)

OOOOOOHHHH NOOOOOO :( NONNIE U ARE BACK !!! i swear u are the sole reason behind my existence rn asdfkjs i blame YOU for the fever i was running last nite !!! cause this is just... kajfhk this is SO GOOD

also worry not ,, there's a proper fic coming based on rabbit hole 2 TONIGHT </3 2.5 is in the works still but u know damn well i had to do these ideas justice. these are perfect i luv ur brain so much bbie !! also answering ur prev ask there's a small list of fav/hard no's when it come's to kinks !

i… have a certain ravenette in mind 4 this……………. but i am curious which one of the bllk guys u thought of mostly cuz!! you are so right i can see each of them being into that </3 can't blame them cause it really is the hottest idea EVER i am in looooove with cumplay :( sigh

cw: nsfw, cum play. 17- dni!

imagine rin holding a hand over your mouth so that nothing spills :( it gets even harder that way cause now you're also struggling to breathe properly with the way his large palm almost covers up your nose, too :( but the look in his eyes is enough of a motivation, you've let him down on this before and each and every time, you were rendered unable to walk properly for the next few days. you're on the verge of crying by the time he's groaning under his breath, pulling out and grabbing you by the ankles to bring you face-level with his cock.

"open," it's breathy and quick, desperate as he jerks himself, grip tight to mimic the feeling of your cunt. he would've thought it's impossible to feel any better than this, but as you obediently open your mouth, showcasing the pool of cum mixing with your saliva, he comes so hard his knees buckle underneath his weight.

and god he cums lots :( milky and runny and there's so, so much, cause he treats his body so well. your mouth overflows, a soft mewl slipping past your mouth along with a streak of cum as you watch him lose it. teal eyes hooded, mouth agape as he pants and grunts under his breath, rides his high out for all it's worth.

you'd think he was done - but the way his thumb reaches down to wipe away the cum that seeped out the corner of your mouth grants you the contrary. there's a glint of unease in your eyes, simply because you're just so worn out since you've been at it for what seems like hours - and he laughs a bit at the sight.

"fuck. who's my good girl?" it's sweet, a praise that you'll never get bored of and rin's aware. you whimper softly, the obvious answer almost rolling off your tongue - but the very next second your eyes are widening just slightly as he does the unexpected and goes for a kiss. filthy, eager and messy with the way his tongue dips past your lips and laps at your own, tasting himself all along.

you grab at his biceps, nails digging into the sturdy muscle, and you can sense yourself soak the sheets with need all over again.

rin groans into your mouth, hips dragging against the mattress despite his cock already bright pink with overstimulation, and grabs the back of your head. pulling you up to more of a sitting position, he deepens the kiss even more and renders you breathless. it gets your head dizzy and heavy with pleasure all over again, jaw slack as you let him take, take, take.

until he's had his fill.

he breaks the proximity between you two, a string of saliva mixed with his seed connecting your lips until he sits back on his heels again. it breaks off, makes him wipe at his chin with the back of his hand - the other already grabbing at your jaw to keep your mouth agape.

this has played out countless times before already, but doesn't fail to make you lightheaded anyway. he spits on your awaiting tongue, adding in to the mess of drool and two hefty loads of cum that have grown bitter on your tongue from the wait.

"good. swallow."

you only ever realize the breath you've been holding when your throat finally bobs, as you swallow the filth and almost choke with the way your lungs feel so tight from asphyxia. your mouth feels strangely empty as you stick your tongue out again, to show no sign of his cum anywhere.

only then does rin's shoulders roll back slightly, taut muscles finally relaxing with a shaky exhale. he's spent and you can tell - from the way his thighs have a slight tremble to them as he lowers himself down to lay next to you, strong arms pulling you on top of his chest.

"god i fucking love you." he breathes. "you know that?" there's an almost amused lilt to his voice as you nose at his throat - settling for a soft hum as your only answer.

of course you know - he makes sure you do, by all the filth he puts you through <3

[burries-art-box]

This song makes me SOB like a REAL MAN 😭

[maraschino-dyke]

pov the girl you're fucking is soooo pathetic she can't do anything but whimper and mewl and whine while you make her cum <3

DYKES ONLY | MEN DNI

[sentientsky]

a tiny little ficlet based on this lovely comment from @queer4cryptids on this post! (i accidentally made it angsty, i’m so sorry!! but there’s comfort and gay yearning in there, i swear!) when the night falls low and settles against the side of the Earth; when the the dark begins to carry a certain weight, he shifts his stance. he lets himself breathe air he doesn't really need into lungs that exist simply by virtue of his inclination to breath. it's the same pattern Crowley's watched unfold a hundred million times times over—the stretching of a thread until it frays, three women, a set of blades; a wicked inevitability carried in the lines of time-weathered hands.

and still it never changes, never lessens the welling of grief that builds and breaks in his chest, that stagnates and stratifies like layers of sand upon gravel upon so many eons since he first fell from the sky and lost the right to mourn a woman hungry only for bread and a little kindness.

he leans back against a headstone, swallowing down a familiar hollowness. the sparrows have all taken root in the knots of tree trunks. the moon blinks back at him, clouds swaying like an eyelid closing to sleep.

he turns his face away from the light, sucks in breath for which he still has no need. the rough-hewn granite is going to scuff his coat; he knows this with the certainty of having lived in a world full of serrated edges for so many years. and yet he doesn't care. Crowley can't find it in him to give a damn because finally, finally he's there. he's there and he's real and tangible and it's been eleven months, two weeks, and four days since he's last felt the warmth of angelic skin so close to his own. not that he's been keeping count, of course. and Aziraphale's got that faraway look again. the one pressed into the lines of his face in the aftermath of a flood that tilted against the sky; the same one Crowley saw in the stark daylight of a death warrant unfurled and stamped with the name of the holy Mother herself. it's the same, hollow, teeth-gritted look Crowley himself wore as he stood on a hillside reeking of freshly-cut wood, bearing witness to yet another child of the Almighty thrown to the wolves. Aziraphale turns, then, and blue eyes meet black lenses meet amber-gold. "Crowley—" Aziraphale manages, choking it out in a half-whisper, like it hurts—like it scrapes his throat with bits of barbed wire. and, just like that, something in him is breaking and the oak trees are all whispering dangerous things and still, still he can't find a version of this story in which he doesn't lean closer, doesn't press himself forward into air that smells of earl grey tea and old books and something celestial and hallowed and holy underneath it all. and as though he's drowning—as though the moon doesn't watch them with a flickering gaze and the trees can't hear the brush of skin meeting skin—Aziraphale presses his fingertips to the side of Crowley's wrist. he moves no further. the air holds still, time seeming to freeze around them. it's intentional, he realizes; it's fire and it's heat and it's utterly fucking terrifying. even now, so far above ground, Crowley can nearly feel the weight of hellish eyes on his back. a shudder runs the length of his body. and yet. in the atomic space of that hungry, desperate, throat-baring yet, he turns his hand, trembling, to the side. he finds the angel's touch like a bird bearing North—like a compass forever calibrated to a single, fixed point.

"I know—" he rasps. “Angel, I know.” he twines his fingers with Aziraphale's, and it's positively electric. every cell in his tragically, wonderfully human body has turned pure gold, conducted and galvanized and sparking. a sharp, stilted inhale; a quiet anticipation carved out in the space between their pressed hands (and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss...). the graveyard is still. the grief is there, still. the grief might always be there. but the sharp edges dull, the welling in his chest grows steady and slow and gentle. and the world becomes a little less difficult to bear with the two of them holding it up.

[generalsmemories]

SHUT UP.

[kindred-spirit-93]

there are no winners in war :')

sliding back into my musical phase (send thoughts and prayers pls. and chocolate too); currently listening to hamilton, the sweeney todd soundtrack is next and some waitress is in my playlist as we speak.

anyhows epic the musical somehow doesnt have a wikipedia page lol? hadestown does tho and im intrigued. can anyone be kind enough to give me a run down of one or both? be as thorough as u want, i need someone to explain to me exactly what im getting myself into bc its going to hurt like a mf i know it and this is literally the worst period in my life to collect obsessions like no tomorrow but hey its too late for that now lol. what can i say i hate myself ಥ_ಥ

[a11sunday]

" i hope the liveliness isn't too jarring for you. it rarely quiets down around here. " robin settles into the lawn chair beside carol, setting a bowl of freshly cut fruit on the small table between them. " the library is probably the quietest place if you need some time away. nami insists on it being a shenanigan free zone. -----though, so far, you seem to fit right in. " / @danversiism , sc.

[feralghxuls]

dorito. dorito.

BLEASE

ask and ye shall receive <3

contains: sub mountain, dom dew, spanking, pet play, implied temperature play

words: 1,152

He'd lost track of where he ends and where Dew begins a long time ago. He's been in this room for years. His knees are sore. His ass stings. He's bent over a dresser, struggling to keep his eyes focused on his reflection because Dew told him to. He can't quite manage to lift his eyes to his own face, instead staring at the blurred dark streak of the collar around his throat, the bruises and bite marks framing it, trailing down his chest, across his shoulders. His brows draw together as his eyes track over the marks, fighting to remember what he'd done to earn them. 

The collar tightens around his throat without warning, pressure against the front as Dew pulls hard. His face appears floating over his shoulder, and in the space of the seconds it takes him to drag his gaze up to look at the razor-sharp grin splitting his face, Dew's palm cracks across his ass, makes him jump and groan. The sound is disconnected, far away, but he knows he's the one who made it because it reverberates in his chest. 

"Mountain," Dew growls, his voice rough and low right in his ear. "I asked you a question."

Did he? He's struggling to parse meaning from words. The name Mountain feels so distant. It does on the best of days, but especially now, when he doesn't feel even remotely tethered to reality. Only the pressure on his throat and the insistent burning sting of his skin feels real. 

I– he starts, pressing the word into Dew's head. He's interrupted by a sharp strike across the back of his thighs, a yank on his collar. 

"Out loud. Words, Mountain." Dew's tone is sharp, and all he can do for a moment is groan unintelligently. He works his heavy tongue in his mouth, trying to remember how to form voluntary sounds. He's drooling. He manages a slurred, barely coherent version of the heavy growls and clicks of ghoulish.

"I don't–"

Again, Dew yanks and strikes. Simultaneously this time, making his body jolt and slump forward with a soft groan. It only puts more weight on the collar; Dew offers no give, no mercy. 

"English. You remember English, right?" He sees the sneer on Dew's face out of the corner of his eye and just groans again, something deep in the pit of his belly tightening. "It's a simple fucking question." 

He's not sure if Dew means his thinly veiled insult, or the question he doesn't remember being asked. He drags his eyes up in the mirror to meet the reflection of Dew's gaze, watches his lip curl in distaste. 

"You don't even know your own name right now, do you," Dew mutters, wrapping the leash around his hand, once, twice, a slow and deliberate movement. He’s mesmerized by the movement, and it’s the only warning he gets before Dew yanks hard, down and back, makes his back arch and his head drop back, a wrecked sound punching out of him. He can't breathe like this, the ceiling swimming above him. Dew's upside-down face fills his vision, rolling his eyes at him as he pulls him back even more, forcing him off the dresser until he's standing unsteady on his own two feet. 

His vision starts to go dark and distantly, he hears Dew huff a split second before he releases the pressure on the leash. Not all the way, of course not, but enough. He sucks in a lungful of air, eyes wide and wild, hands reaching in front of him to brace against the dresser. He catches sight of his own cock in the mirror, hanging hard and heavy between his legs, watches it twitch as Dew's hand splays against the front of his throat. His palm is hot on his skin. His cock kicks again, drooling, and all he can do is moan, a wanton sound high in his throat. 

"Dumb slut," Dew murmurs, his tone neutral, almost sweet. Like how poisonous plants paint themselves bright, enticing colors. He licks a long, hot stripe up the side of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine, settling as heat coiled at the base of it. "Come here." 

Dew doesn't give him time to comply on his own, or try to figure out where 'here' is supposed to be, simply tugging on the collar, jerking him to his feet again. His hand stays at his throat as he pulls him across the room, stops him just in front of the bed. There's a metalic snick from behind his skull, and the pressure is gone. Dew appears in front of him, his expression focused as he clips the leash onto the ring at the front of the collar. It morphs into a dangerous smile as he looks up, gaze boring directly into his soul as he slowly lowers himself to sit on the edge of the bed. 

His thoughts are thick syrup, unable to predict where this is going as he watches Dew lay back, spreading his legs, tail relaxed and flicking lazily between them. "Well? You gonna just stand there, or are you going to do the one thing you're good at?"

It's a lot of words. They sink in slowly, a little jumbled, and he's struggling to untangle the meaning. Dew props himself on his elbows and wraps the leash one more time around his hand, pulling it taut and forcing him a shaky step forward. 

"Mount me. Like a fucking dog," Dew says, the last word punctuated by a lash of his tail, the spaded tip whipping up to snap against the underside of his balls. He bites back a moan, knees threatening to buckle. He understands these words, his body moving without him telling it to, nearly falling forward onto the bed. He kneels over Dew, feeling taller than he should. Instinct takes over and he's watching his hands reach down and grip his waist and a thigh, neatly rolling him over. He takes a handful of Dew's tail, right at the base, dragging his hips up. He's jerked down by the neck, that leash still in Dew's hand, still controlling him, but he pays it no mind. 

He's focused, hands on Dew's ass, spreading him open and sinking into wet heat, listening to Dew's harsh exhale as he buries himself balls deep. His own voice startles him, a low, gutteral growl as his claws sink into Dew's hips. He plants his knees wide, bracketing Dew's legs between them and braces against the pressure of the leash, leaning into the weight at the back of his neck, even as Dew pulls harder and harder. He has orders, and he's going to follow them. 

His hips snap forward. Dew yanks on the leash. He buckles forward, has to shift his hands to Dew's back before he faceplants. Just in time to hear Dew hiss out, "Brat."

[squid-pawz]

hi hi I want to experiment with a chibi-ish style and make some example drawings to put on the comm page on my carrd... if y'all want a free chibi throw a ref at me and I might draw ur character :3🤲🏽 furry or humanoid!!

[bylertruther]

haters want his sopping wet feral kitten found splashing in a puddle hot final girl swag soooooooo bad it's embarrassing at this point tbh