Postcard I Did For A Maraton Reading Event For The Spooky Season Called “Miedotón” !! If You Speak

SFW version. I feel like this is very cursed.

if we can make the assumption that mood can be represented as a numerical value, then perhaps we can explain why experiencing “love” is so appealing. i’m not sure why this is so, but apparently feeling “love” (not necessarily its associated emotions) comes with raising your mood aka general feeling of positivity, confidence and control (maybe it’s better to think of it as a modifier for thoughts and feelings). it does not necessarily change anything fundamental about a person, but it does have a large impact in going about day-to-day business. this might be what keeps me going back to the romance genre and otome games despite throwing my schedule out of the window for it - the mood and positivity boost after a good haul is worth the trade off. i have been remiss in noticing this because most of the occasions in which i found myself emotionally engaged, i had without fail also disregarded sleeping at the proper time. if we recall, proper sleeping does have an impact on mood - this balances out the mood increase from the feeling of love i got from the game.

that aside, i played Blooming Panic (one route so far) yesterday and it was spectacular. it might have been too long since i last played an otome game, but oh boy am i parched ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Celia making sure her MC looks cute, like doing their make up/hair/dressing/etc. That kind of cute stuff to make her MC look stunning (◕ᴗ◕✿)

AUGH thank you, I needed this

c.w: no pronouns used, but dresses/makeup/jewelry mentioned. Hair styling. Mildly suggestive toward the end.

She's so tactile with you.

Fingers trailing over the curve of your shoulder as they slide the spaghetti strap of your dress back into place -- it had looked almost plain on the hanger, floor-length and solid burgundy, but she handed it to you, and you trusted her. When you stepped out of the dressing room and saw yourself in the mirror, you gasped, and her reflection grinned from behind you.

The gown made your shape into a work of art, clinging in a way that was both classy and flattering. You noticed, for the first time, the thin silver swirls descending elegantly from the neckline, giving the dress a bit of subtle flair. And the fabric - now that you're paying attention to it, you realize how soft it is. Velvet, maybe.

"It's gorgeous," you say, still stunned, after she twirls you before the mirror.

"It's gorgeous on you," she amends, wrapping her arms around your middle, resting her chin on your shoulder.

---

"Does it fit properly?" She asks.

Leaving a soft kiss on the back of your neck after fastening the clasp of your necklace -- something silver and intricate to go with the bodice of the dress. Her painted nails trail along the line of it, playing over your collarbones, before they lift upwards to brush your earlobes, which currently house simple but sparkling diamond studs. Her palms move to your arms, where they glide down to your wrists and fuss over the filigree bracelets on each one.

Then, finally, the ring, set with an opal and garnet accent stones - she'd slid it slowly onto your left ring finger, and your whole body tingled in response. Then she'd lifted it to her lips for a chaste yet heartstopping kiss, and you'd nearly melted into a puddle at her feet. Now, she merely brushes her thumb over the opal.

"Is that your sneaky way of asking for my ring size?" You respond with a teasing grin. She meets your eyes and smiles back.

"Maybe."

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Hands smoothing over your hair, fingers threading through as she works with the strands -- using the curling iron, or the straightener, or simply braiding it or winding it up into a pretty bun. Tucking a strand behind your ear, pulling it back out to frame your face, pinning things and twirling things and spritzing things. She's probably gone through half a dozen styles so far and can't seem to land on one.

"Is this just my life now?" You tease as she unpins all her hard work for the seventh time.

"I can't decide what style suits you best - you look lovely in all of them. Let me try one more thing," she says, determination filling her eyes once again as she lifts them from yours, back to your hair. You laugh, but otherwise remain still for her.

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"Well, we're definitely going to be late, but I think you're finally done," she states, looking you over critically. You know you've passed inspection when her gaze turns appreciative instead.

Palm cupping your jaw as she gently tilts your face upward, applying makeup with all the intense focus of a chess master -- brushing on foundation and blush, expertly blending eyeshadow, managing your eyeliner and mascara like a pro despite your reflexive, excessive blinking.

Finally, tugging at your chin just enough to part your lips so that she can paint them in the color she picked out for you. She hands you a napkin to blot with.

"Are you, though?" you ask, biting your newly-tinted lip seductively.

"Of course not," she says, gaze smoldering more the longer she looks at you, "but I suppose I'll just have to touch you some more when we get back home."

"Ooh, promise?"

She leans closer, until her lips are nearly touching yours.

"Promise."

Originally i was going to write this story into a fic. however, a comic format worked much better so i want with this style instead. 

Nooo, Jacob 😭 I'll do whatever you want but don't piss on me 😭😭😭

Although Jacob has some odd kinks, he doesn't want to make the person he cares about uncomfortable u0u No peeing allowed Jacob!

im going apeshit over this picture

OK it's horny brain night so I'm gonna speak into the void and say; does anyone else enjoy "degrading" pet names but are said in a positive light. Example:"Your such a good whore" "my favorite slut"

Like that's so much better then actually being slut shamed or degraded verbally. Being a slut is a good thing, it should be said in a positive light. It is high praise to be the best whore they own. Why don't we have that in more porn? I want more slut positive porn I guess LMAO

dont talk to him he angy  - cervidae [minors, blogs with no age listed, & incest/adult x child shippers dni]

[DO NOT REPOST OUR ART]

My first OC ever made. I was really young when my little baby was born. Their first name was Gula, but now I'll use them as my sona (?)/ self <3

If I were in a horror movie, being chased by the killer I’d fall accidentally right onto his dick with my pussy so he could murder me in a different way