there will never be anything more intimate, no way to ever get closer to someone than to be consumed by them.
hugged tightly, fit comfortably snug in their warm stomach and surrounded by the idle sounds of their body, of their heart thumping lazily somewhere above you, and their lungs slowly filling with air as they relax. their breathing adds a gentle movement on top of their stomach's careful massage around you.
A muzzled hound I'm tied and bound, a wild beast crying for release...
Welcome!! My name is Foxy/Thoren/Ace/Crumb, My pronouns are He/they (transitioning male), I'm Pansexual, 18 and unfortunately have the horrible case of "scenmo" I know truly tragic
Other Socials: Extras + Twitter + Bluesky + Youtube + Plushies blog
DNI: P*dos, z**philes, Pr*shippers, hate speech supporters, Transphobes/Homophobes
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I am an artist animator, fanfic writer, sewer and Kandi maker! I like to make cosplays but I'm too nervous to go to any cons nor have the money sobs sobs- I may pic videos of cosplays but I'm a little uncomfy with taking pictures of myself
I have diagnosed PTSD and get really panicky very easily, I tend to avoid blogs that have heavy topics. If you're a moot of mine and I don't interact with you much I swear I'm not being mean I just don't want sensitive topics on my feed, I'm very fragile and sensitive </3
I'm very shy about saying these out loud but I am a Fickin and Age/pet regressor I use as coping skills. My kins are Noise, Pizzelle, Peppino, Mr Orange(PT/SS), Lyle, Phillipee(LOOU), Jax/Evil Jax, Gangle(TADC), and Henry(THSC)
Interests: PIZZA TOWERRR I LOVE PIZZA TOWER FDEHUKDSHFLDFDSFHJDKS AND SUGARY SPIRE, Look Outside, TADC, Henry Stickmin, Wobbledogs, Transformice, Mixels, Madness Combat, Pucca, Bugs and Animals
Plushies are a HUGGEE comfort to me and one of my biggest fixations, I tend to take pictures of them a lot. I post them on my plushie tumblr if interested!!!
I'm the owner of an AU called The Hidden Door AU which is constantly in the works! It takes a rlly long time but I'm working on making the first actual episode for it!! Stay tooned ^^
Pizzano is my fictional husband you can't have him....(I do have a partner irl love him so much ugh)
Heres my Sona!!
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I was daydreaming about Asmo and had a thought. I have a problem with chewing, biting and picking on my lips, and often it ends up with blood(my bad habit). So, who is very knowledgeable about caring products for the body – right, it's our amazing Asmodeus. And then I came up with a little scenario under the cut
warning: bad English and self-indulgent thing is going on here, fem!reader-mc? they already have everyone's pacts
It was an early morning at the house of Lamentation. The lights were on and the demon brothers already gathered together in the dining room, chatting and arguing with everyone and no one at the same time. The table was full of delicious food and perfectly presented: today Lucifer was on cooking duty. Others should say "thank you" for it was not sparkling.
Beelzebub's platter had already been emptied several times, and he didn't think about stopping any time in the future. He also was stealing Leviathan's toasts, while he was absorbed in the new manga story, expressively talking Belphegor's ears off with the unique character development and the intricate plot.
Mammon was actively trying to explain something to Satan, showing him his phone, while the fifth born drowsily talked back, after the long sleepless nights of intense reading. It was something about a great plan, an opportunity and something more and more shady, than it already is.
The oldest was sitting at the head of the table, watching his brother's antics. He was relaxed, slowly sipping his hellish mix of shadow coffee with bitter oolong and black tea.
While those mornings were quite usual in this household, one of the demon brothers was plotting something. It was the infamous demon of Lust – Asmodeus, who's already tired of constant reminders made specially for their dear human, so he came up with a little cheeky plan.
It seems, as if she just can't or don't want to listen to his really valuable pieces of advice about maintaining the minimal care for their skin and lips. That was fine, not ideal, but he could live with it, until he couldn't. The human was constantly tormenting her own lips, sometimes stopping when there was slowly dripping blood or he himself decided to intervene, lightly slapping her hands off. He just couldn't watch it anymore. Her poor cracked lips have never ever had a day without being bitten, pulled or chewed on, and not in a funny way. Asmo had to do something, so he had got an idea.
Their human was always forgetful about applying healing lip balm or just straight up eating it after applying, so he decided to take the matter into his own hands, or should he say lips..?
Sitting at the table, Asmodeus was waiting for the best moment to make his move, to strike. Several days ago he had been working hard, trying to figure out a new formula for a balm, that wouldn't be that easily brushed off, and now he was wearing the results of his hard work. His soft and plum rosy lips were soft and glossy. The only thing he had to do to consider his mission accomplished – to test it on their darling.
His golden eyes were watching closely after the human moves, waiting for the perfect moment.
There she is, sitting among the demons at the table, peacefully eating her breakfast and from time to time adding something into the conversations when asked.
The time was moving slowly, ticking every second away, while Asmo was preparing to jump at his unsuspecting prey. The sandwiches were eaten, hell tea was drunk, and the human was happily sitting at the table, full of food and slowly charging with energy.
There it is! Asmo starts small talk with them, asking about plans for today, sharing his new Devilgram posts, standing up from his chair and slowly moving closer and closer.
One moment and he's already stood behind the human's back, slightly hugging them and showing some photos on his phone. His elbows were on their shoulders, while Asmo's breathing and soft voice were slightly caressing her right ear, teasing a little bit.
The human, out of habit, again starts chewing on her lip, and that was exactly what he needed. With a sly smirk on his face, Asmo, after putting his phone away, took the human's chin in his hand, slowly stroking it with a thumb and turning her face his way.
The room had fallen into silence, everyone was looking, ready to combust with complaints. Human was invested in their chatter, so she was a little bit puzzled, why was that for.
And then, the demon of Lust started talking with a teasing voice, slowly moving his thumb closer to her lips.
— Oh, hon. Again and again you are stubbornly ignoring my instructions. What should I do with you? You just can't help yourself, but I've got an idea. Do you want to hear it?
Human locked her eyes with his, starting to get flustered from the proximity with his face and embarrassed for being called out for neglect of his pieces of advice. A smile was creeping out, trying to soothe away awkwardness after his words.
— Well... I think yes, please. Share with me a little bit of your wisdom.
The smile on his face became cheekier, and eyes were sparkling with joy.
— Of course I will, especially after you asked so nicely.
The moment these words were said, Asmo leaned closer to her face, slowly initiating a kiss. His lips were smooth and sweet, gently moving on her own lips. Through the kiss he also shared his new balm, thoroughly coating hers.
After a minute or two, he leaned back, looking like a very pleased cat, that ate all the cream. The human's lips were glistening and smoother than just a moment ago.
The balm on lips – check, flustered rosy human's face – check, stunned brothers – check, mission completed successfully – check.
And before anyone started reacting, Asmo took his phone and went out of the dining room blowing a kiss with the feeling of an accomplishment, while human was pressing her lips together, feeling and tasting that new lip balm.
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2 hours of writing at night, I'm sure there is a lot of mistakes, but I'll reread it later
The dictionary is my hero, thank you very much, without you I'll be writing something incomprehensible
If you are here, thank you for spending your time reading it (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧
Uhhh so amid all the hype surrounding Jack Marston x OC content, at the moment, I'm gonna be cringe.
Here's my two favourite little goobers from I Don't Give (a Fistful of Ashes), aka my Jack Marston-centric thing I never shut up about that I wrote because I wish RDR did more with the 1914 setting
Nobody be mean to them, they're my babies. NEITHER of them have big roles in the fic yet (Soph has showed up in exactly two chapters and Preachery in one) but I love them dearly and I care for them an insane amount. There are going to be many OCs in this fic, once I finally get into a rhythm (I write at a snails pace) it's probably gonna be quite long and I like giving Jack people to talk to.
The OCs in this fic SO FAR basically are stranger missions where Depressed Ass Jack ends up encountering someone, has a conversation with 'em, might do something with them, and then goes about his day. They'll become more important later.
More of these little profiles to come. They're fun to make.
Here's some unfinished doodles I did of my british bookseller daughter too. If you are mean to her you will go to hell /lh
