Now That I Know That He's A Corpse Lover I Couldn't Take This Off My Mind.

You never ever believed in me

(Reblogs appreciated)

Dahlia in 💋 and 😬 pleaseee

Sexy attire and something they would never wear aka the same thing lol

robo... since u are in a silly goofy mood, i gathered my courage to ask this. you know that nickname that quest likes a lot which starts with D and ends with Y?.. what would xyx and toasty feel abt getting called that...

B)

Toaster: chokes. Starts coughing. Rolls off of you (what is he even doing there. weirdo) and stares at you, wide-eyed. "Darling. What did you call me?"

Xyx: laughs against your skin. Grips his hands tighter until his nails threaten to break your skin. "Trying that now, are we?"

This is what is playing in the background cause I love them so much <3

These conchetumadre, sweet bastards belongs to @gatobob

Come with me girl, I'm taking you to the real thing

I’m thinking what would be worse for Lawrence to give to Dahlia

Taco Bell or Chipotle 🤔

Maslow's hierarchy says that, not me.

Some angst where one of the LIs show up at mc's wedding asking them to run off with them only for mc to say no and go through with the wedding

A hand grabs you and tugs you back around the corner you just rounded at the venue. You stumble into their chest as they attempt to help steady you.

"H-hey! What gives?"

"S-sorry!"

You shove back at that voice, and that's when you see who it is.

"I thought you said you weren't coming."

Toaster scratches the back of his neck. "Yeah. I wasn't."

You look down at your wedding attire -- luckily, not a spot in sight from that tumble. He studies you as you wipe at the fabric.

"You look lovely, by the way." You turn back up to him, expecting a blush to form, but he maintains a steady, thoughtful gaze.

Now you're the one blushing. "Erm, thank you. Y-you do too." You gesture to his gray suit and he laughs.

"Thanks."

"So, uh," you clear your throat, "can I just. Get back to what I was doing?"

They lurch forward then and take your arm once more. "No! No. Uh, first. Please listen to me."

Your heart sinks. "This isnt..."

"You can't marry them."

"Why?"

"I can't... I can't let that happen." Their hold tightens on your skin subconsciously.

"Let go, please."

They release you immediately, and you take a step back. It's quiet for a moment. Toaster flexes his hand, thinking, but you break the silence first.

"I'm going to get married today, Toast." You speak slowly, quietly.

"Then get married. But not to them." They place a hand over their heart and pat. "Marry me."

"Are you crazy?"

"Maybe." He closes the distance between the two of you and his voice drops to a whisper. "But, God... I'm crazy and I'm brainless and I'm desperate for you."

They kneel on the ground before you, as if they were about to pray. Maybe they are, in their own way.

"Please."

"We can't do this."

"I've never wanted anything more in my life." They grab your hands and kiss them reverently before gazing up at you. "Please. God, you're so fucking beautiful in that."

"You can't say that now." You can feel tears welling up and you want to curse and shout and scream. "You can't. You can't say that anymore."

"I was wrong. I was an idiot. A fucking idiot." They kiss your hands again and their thumb rubs against your soft skin. You start to tremble and Toast kisses your hands once more in response.

You shake your head. "I moved on, Toast."

He stares up at you, then slowly smiles his head. "Don't lie to me. You've never been good at it."

Angry, you yank your hands from his. "Go home. Get out."

"Wait, I'm sorry-"

"Get OUT!"

You turn, ignoring their shouts as you run from your ex-fiance. You burst into the changing room at the end of the hall and lock the door.

Once glance in the mirror and you realize your makeup is smeared. Damn it.

Your back slides against the door, you fold in on yourself, and a sob chokes out your throat as you shake and try to forget the feeling of their lips on your skin.

Damn it.

Postcard I did for a maraton reading event for the spooky season called “Miedotón” !! If you speak spanish, the organizers also make a very fun podcast about all kind of horror stuff, I love listening to it “Me asustas pero me gustas”.

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