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markedbycain · 9 months
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I want to open your mouth, place my thumb on your tongue. I stroke your hair while whispering such sweet praises— Heaven itself could not love you as I do. Give up your wings, let me pluck the feathers and you shall shiver when I do so. Any pain is washed away by the pleasure I shall give you.
Good girl. Good boy. You shall never be good again.
I want to open your mouth, press my thumb down on your tongue. Body of Christ, was it? We shall carve divinity into yours, until every crevice is holy.
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pobopolybius · 2 years
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Aes blog: @ancientretreat
Demian RP blog: @cainsmark
Kromian archive: @kromian
Hesse art archive: @theglassbeadgame
Paleo/Specevo/Specbio blog: @amphicephalus
Splatoon (mostly SR) blog: @horrorboros
Dm for nsfw o/
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theonewhogrips · 1 year
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cainsmark is homosexuelle. dissipates into the air
"Why, it's obvious! I have yet to see two boys sniffling at each other's necks and be completely heterosexual by the end of it!"
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So? What's the yaoi these days ~Cainsmark
... Ah.
Recently I've been looking into yuri rather than yaoi this time. I can recommend JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.
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markedbycain · 8 months
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Imagine. You’re shivering, honey. You poor, poor thing. They’ve done a number on you— they’ve dunked you in the River in baptism. Forced communion down your throat until you’ve choked. You’ve shown up at my doorway, oh so tired— your white, billowing shirt drenched and stuck to your skin.
Oh darling. My expression shifts to pity, I cock my head ever slightly, invite you inside with a warm hand upon your back. How could they do this to you? Don’t worry, you’re safe now.
I clothe you, I feed you, I keep you warm within these halls. You trust me with your very soul.
Until one night, I slip into your chambers, eyes alight and hungry. They focus in on you, and you know exactly what they crave.
“Shh…quiet that pretty little mouth of yours. It’s meant for other things.
Yes, good, that’s right. So obedient. I know exactly why they wanted you.
Too bad you’re mine. Down to the very soul.”
My teeth meet your flesh as your chest drips with blood and your legs drip with something else <3
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markedbycain · 6 months
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To be loved is to be changed. Make me wear what you think is hot, strip me down and make me wear less clothing. Pick out my lingerie, pick out what toys we use. Make me do my makeup a certain way. Tell me when I need to touch myself, what porn I watch. Change me into your perfect fuckboy.
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markedbycain · 1 month
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I want to be a priest corrupted by a demon, but in the way where they are coaxing me to fuck them, not the other way around.
They show up to confessional, whisper sweet words into my ears. Innocent, at first, complimentary. Though slowly, surely, I am the one whose unholy desires are put into question.
I know what you think when you look at me, Father.
I see the quiver of your hands as they beg to wrap around my throat.
Do you want to conquer sin, to see me beneath you?
Do you want to see me suffer?
Do you want?
Yes, Christ, I want.
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markedbycain · 8 months
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Send me porn to edge to. I need to be made into a good boy.
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markedbycain · 7 months
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speeches for dr. frankenstein - margaret atwood
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markedbycain · 8 months
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Bimbos think in pink— but by the time I’m done with you, my sweet boy, I’ll have you thinking in red.
You’ve always wanted for your head to be as empty as a bimbos, but you’ve never really fit the parameters. You aren’t girly, or even necessarily a woman, and well, you just don’t fit that look, do you honey? It’s alright, you aren’t meant to.
Instead of pink clouds, melt your mind to red puddles instead.
You’re such a cute little thing when your brain bleeds out.
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markedbycain · 8 months
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I am hungry. There are pieces of flesh stuck between my teeth. I cradled your wounds beneath my dirty hands, licked it clean. There is blood caked beneath my fingernails that dig into your thigh. I have bitten my tongue just to taste something. You taste it. I make you taste it. I feed you my heart so you know what this feeling tastes like. There are pieces of flesh stuck between your teeth. You bite my hand because I wanted your lips bloodied. It will never be enough. I am hungry.
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markedbycain · 7 months
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Painted by nails black to be a good dumb goth slut <3
Make me edge with them?
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markedbycain · 9 months
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I dress you up in a clerical collar because you are not worthy of it, then I have you strip until it’s the only thing left <3
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markedbycain · 9 months
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concept: we eat pomegranates before we eat each other, our hands are already stained. we are already stained. and when I grab your thigh, your ass, my mark is visible. You are mine, and perhaps you have always been.
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markedbycain · 9 months
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Sipping my daiquiri as I sink further into the depths of depravity. Would anyone like to hold it to my mouth and watch it slip down my throat?
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markedbycain · 8 months
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I want to be your Pygmalion and craft you in my image. I want your body to turn to clay just so I can mold it. You can whisper how you want to be shaped as my hands work. We can carve away your imperfections until your most perfect form remains.
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