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About Me & Tags!

Hi Hi Everyone!!! You may know me from @paffuto-pastry ! If this is your first time encountering me then Hello~! Lemme tell you a bit about this blog!

ᯓ★ You can call me Puff or Puffy! (I'm 28 and use she/her pronouns!)

ᯓ★ This blog was originally for me to post my OC x Canon Fanfics but has now turned into my own personal tissue box to use as I weep over my f/os (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ

ᯓ★ I will probably post NSFW works on here so I have a very strict MDNI policy! AGE OR AGE DESCRIPTOR IN BIO/ABOUT OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITHOUT QUESTION!

ᯓ★ Notable Tags! ₊˚⊹♡

#puffy posting! ‎٩(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)و̣̩⋆̩ - Updates or rambles from yours truly!

#writing! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚ - Works written by me!

#puffy pals! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ - Interactions from Mutuals!

#creamy puff! ( ´ཀ` )♡ - NSFW Tag!

#asks! ʚ(´꒳`)ɞ~♡ - Asks I get!

#oc info! ♡(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ - Info posts or asks about my OCs!

#puffsona! (っ'ヮ'c)₊˚⊹♡ - Self Insert posts!

𖹭 Personal Tags Below 𖹭

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#info post!!! wahoo!!!#puffy posting! ‎٩(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)و̣̩⋆̩#I'll add links to the tags as posts are made sjdkasdas

aetherwontshutup

grgggggggr gb g the idea of diluc being this tough guy who’s strong and stoic but really sweet and squishy in private GEGGRGGGRGRGRG I NEED TO KISS HIS STUPID FACE

THE IDEA OF HIM COMING HOME AND HE STILL HAS HIS RESTING BITCH FACE BUT THE MOMENT HE SEES YOU HE JUST SOFTENS

takaholic

You should grab his dick through his clothes, look him in the eye, tell him you love him, and feel it grow and twitch and throb in your hand.

imactuallyagiraffe

no i am not immune to early 2000s pop-punk music that fucks a little harder than everyone likes to admit

oviz-deactivated20171127

Switzerland

butterfly---bones

wait wait wait!!! stop!!! tell me what your f/o likes to call you! a pet name? term of endearment? silly nickname?

puffybee-dreams

Diluc - My love, My Lady, Darling

Furina - Ma Cherie (pry it from my cold dead hands) she wants to use others but gets too flustered hehehe

Flins - Dearest/Dear, Princess, Duckie

#brain too fries from traveling to do more so have these andmdmwjwjwn

safranatik

I don’t know guys, just me, my thoughts (Diluc stroking himself guiltily while thinking of your hands and how well they would fit around him, and how ashamed he feels for thinking that of you without your consent, and how even more guilty he feels to commit such a filthy action without you knowing of it, with you smiling innocently at him the next day and waving your hands at him, the same hands he came from just thinking about the very night before), and I.

philistiniphagottini

Y/N: “Flins, I know you've had a few hundred years to master the art of ragebaiting, but you've got to be one of the dumbest mother fuckers in Nod Krai if you wake up one morning and decide ragebaiting Rerir, of all people, is a good idea.”

mawofthemagnetar

What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?

When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.

baleful-meat-worm

apologies to anyone who followed me for tma. cow studies :) ❤️

mydiluc

Having sex with Diluc Ragnvindr a few days before his 18th birthday, the boy you’ve loved for the years of your childhood, now grown into a man. Losing your virginities to each other as his gift, all nervous but fervid touches and gasping between kisses while he rocks into you.

The days that follow are nightmarish blur. What was a celebration of the one you love, has turned into something you could only stand by and watch in abject horror as Diluc loses everything around him.

But not you, never you.

And still, he leaves. He can barely look you in the eye when you take his hand with a sob, and tell him to be careful and you will miss him. That you love him.

You know not to write him, it’s much too dangerous. You believe that he will return to you, and Diluc looks up at the pale moon each night — whether through blood soaked lashes after a fight or above the snow capped mountainside and thinks of you.

Those 4 years pass by slowly and then all at once, your little house nestled in outer skirts of Springvale where you sit outside on a blanket and look at the shapes in the clouds that pass by overhead. You still thought of Diluc, who you no longer knew if he was alive or dead, but it was hard not to be reminded of him in your daily life.

So when you’re standing outside and hanging your freshly washed laundry on the line, laughing at the way the wind blows your bedsheets every which way — you then find yourself startled at the shadow cast behind them, but you cannot look away.

A breeze flutters softer then, lifting the sheets away like a curtain to reveal Diluc Ragnvindr standing in front of your house.

Your fingers grasp at your skirts, blinking rapidly in confusion, you’d thought you had stopped hallucinating him a long time ago. He steps forward, you gasp at the crunch his boots make in the dirt, he says your name. Your body shakes as your hand comes up to your mouth, a sob behind it when he reaches for you and the boy you fell in love with is here, taller and broader and covered in scars and hair wild when he touches your face.

He exhales an apology, searching your face with pain in his eyes, your heart aches in your chest as you cup his face in return. Your knees wobble and he catches you when you collapse in his arms, crumbling to the ground while holding onto his jacket.

It’s all short lived then, his forehead coming to rest against yours, when you hear a small voice coming from your doorway. A tiny hand grasping a toy, a head of red hair swept to the side with a clip, and a small heart that has kept your own beating since the day you found out she was in your belly.

“Mama, who that?” she says curiously. Chubby, bare feet padding through grass and coming to tug on your arm. Diluc stares for a long time as she tilts her head at him and grins, sunsettia juice on her chin,

“He’s got the same hair as me!”

geeheartsu

boobs this and ass that. what about THIGHS?

when a woman sits down and her thighs do that thing where they expand? god. the softness makes me so weak.

stroking her thighs underneath the table. sitting on her lap and grinding against them. getting off on her thigh. planting soft kisses on her inner thighs before eating her out. her squeezing them tight around my head when she comes hard. biting them just to mark her mine.

fucking delicious.