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conscious-love · 1 year

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All too often [people] believe it is a sign of commitment, an expression of love, to endure unkindness or cruelty, to forgive and forget. In actuality, when we love rightly we know that the healthy, loving response to cruelty and abuse is putting ourselves out of harm's way.

Bell Hooks, All About Love

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puppiitraining · 3 months

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its actually a fucking shame i'm so introverted and shy and literally dont know how to meet people or find people bc i nEED someone to puppy me and help these t shot heATS i go thru like

Post tshot sex and playing with a growing tdick like

I WANT TO EXPERIENCE THIS CRUCIAL TRANS PLEASURE???

local puppyboy rly wants heavy playful t4t sex will beg for free

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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Remember this post where someone asked whether Mammon's prefered magic style was "lightning" and I compiled all the canon times where Mammon was associated with fire?

Remember how in this post I spoke about how intensely supportive Mammon & MC are of each others' plans/ideas?

Remember how canonically Mammon was willing to join MC if they turned evil because "my place of belonging is beside you"?

Remember how Mammon has called MC his "partner" or "partner in crime" at least thrice now?

Remember how (depending on the players' choices) between 1 event & the main storyline MC has nearly (purposefully) set 3 different people on fire? (Little D No. 2, human who kidnapped Diavolo & tried to shoot Belphie, Mephisto) with absolutely zero (0) regret

Anyway,

canon(?)

Fire Demon! Mammon & Arsonist! MC

aka Lucifer's worst nightmare

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mammonsfeatheraccessories · 1 year

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possession

summary: a demon has come to visit you in the middle of the night. how lucky are you?

pairing: lucifer/gender-neutral, AFAB reader

genre: smut

cw: consensual fear play, mild degradation, religious undertones in some places, lucifer’s demonic features (including tongue/genitalia) and mentions of the blood/violence demons are capable of (but not toward reader), oral sex (reader receiving)

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the lights blink, more than they flicker.

slow and deliberate, staring down at you as if you had, in some unknown, grave way, disappointed them.

the air was colder, too. it yoked the warmth from your flesh and left you too chilled to properly shiver. your pillows, your blanket, the soft loving nest of your bed were suddenly suffocating, scratchy and tight and you wondered how you’d ever been able to sleep there. you untangled yourself from them, gasping for air that turned to ice in your lungs:

the lamps gave you one final, lengthy glare, before the light was snuffed out, and not even the moon could reach in to guide you.

footsteps replaced the rhythm of the lights; they clicked despite the carpet beneath them. they were meant to be heard. you were meant to be frightened.

they stopped at the edge of your bed. suddenly, the ring you wore on your left hand glowed a harsh and striking blue. it sought permission, or perhaps even approval, it’s brilliance puffing like peacock feathers in the black night.

the quick, assuring jerk of your chin was all that he needed.

“didn’t anyone ever tell you?” cold fingers danced over your exposed ankle, before forming a tight and painful coil. a rough tug yanked you to the edge of your bed. “uncovered limbs invite the monsters into your bed.”

now that he wanted to be seen, he gave off a gentle glow, almost angelic in the way he lit up the room. how strange it was to see him handle you so roughly; his strong hands were built to be clasped in prayer. how awful that his eyes sliced you to pieces under his knowing gaze; they were so beautiful when gazing at the heavenly skies.

his beauty almost soothed you. he was meant to be looked at. created to be adored, but then broken down to be feared. his crimson eyes were framed by his thick, dark lashes. they were the color of fresh blood. his lips, stern-set but sweetly pink, were parted by the sharp points of his fangs. his face. his lovely, perfect face, marked only by the diamond etched onto his forehead — how was it possible for it to twist with such fury, the way it did now?

but that was where it ended, his similarity to the angels.

for next there was the curve of his onyx horns. from experience you knew the tips were sharp as needles. they would draw blood, even on accident. they were not meant to protect the demon — they were meant to gore. to gut. to hunt.

the feathers of his wings were said to contain an immense power, bringing an exacting savagery to any hex or curse or potion even the weakest sorcerer might conjure. but you couldn’t imagine him letting a single feather fall without consequence.

spread before you now, the span of his wings enveloped your vision, the frame to the exquisite portrait of his nude body. once divine and entirely wicked, your eyes could not help but wander from the prideful lift of his chin to the gleaming expanse of his chest. his skin looked so soft. so soft, even stretched over tight muscles, cold blood and eons of unveiled rage.

he must have kept all that in his dick. it demanded respect, swinging heavy between his thick thighs, the bulbous tip shining a pretty metallic teal, darkening indigo to black as it reached the base. the underside was scaled. it looked smooth, oddly vulnerable. the valley of bumps that formed over his shaft were fun to traverse with your tongue. he was already erect, impatiently so, and it was the one tell in the whole scene, the crack in the facade of your mock corruption; damn it, how he had missed you.

your hands trembled, sought creature comfort in the sheets bunched in between your fingers. he tugged you even closer to the edge of the bed and spread your legs wide.

his nostrils flared, his pupils constricted. your cheeks warmed up in shame, already knowing where this was heading. “this excites you. i can smell it.” he clicked his tongue. “humans are vile. predictable. and worst of all, they are weak.”

and so he went to prove it.

you were wearing shorts to bed. you were pretty sure you’d worn panties, too. now they were gone. you hadn’t heard them tear, you hadn’t felt the slide of them down your legs, nor had you lifted your arms for the removal of your shirt, but you were exposed, needy, and utterly humiliated in a matter of seconds.

“congratulations,” he spoke, eyes to roaming over your form almost distractedly, petting your thigh before sinking to his knees. he slipped his fingers between your legs, coating them in your juices. “you have one of the most powerful beings in all three realms kneeling before you.” a smirk overtook his features as you watched him play with the mess you made, eyes catching yours to mock you. “aren’t you proud of yourself?”

you couldn’t speak. his skilled fingers found your clit and coaxed it to come out and say hello. “so cute,” he sighed, circling it with his thumb. “i hope your pussy is as obedient as you are.”

shit. your legs tried to close, flames licking a little too hot in the pit of your stomach. he’d be pissed if you came this early, not when he’d traveled such a long way.

but you couldn’t move at all. he’d paralyzed you — when? you hadn’t heard him cast any spell. you could only watch him, wide-eyed and nervous when he let his tongue unfurl before you.

you considered it the most demonic thing about him, both in its appearance and what he made it do. it was long, navy and pointed, slick where he’d allowed saliva to pool and drip over your pussy.

he was every bit the monster in your closet, coming out to devour you whole, his fangs glinting brilliant and evil as he teased you with their proximity to your most vulnerable place. he turned his face, reaching under you to pull you closer to him, legs draped over his shoulders. the tops of his teeth gently grazed the inside of your thigh, a simple reminder: he could kill you from here, kneeled between your legs like a supplicant.

but then his tongue soothed over the spot, even though he hadn’t bitten down. he sucked kisses into your skin that were maybe a bit too reverent for a demon trying to steal your soul. he caught himself and firmly corrected it, sinking his nails into the fat of your thighs. they were more like claws, and you gasped at piercing sensation. it made you so much wetter, and him so much cockier, the fragility of a useless, desperate human making his mouth water.

“look at me,” he demanded, and your body complied without thought. so you could move, as long as he willed it, similar to the way you could control him under your pact. how odd. how freeing. “you’re mine,” he said, eyes flashing something ancient and primal. “i don’t kneel for just anyone. you understand that, don’t you? nod. let me see that you understand.”

you nodded.

“good human,” he grunted, then finally lowered his face.

ah. ahh. the lights came on again when he tasted you the first time, then shut off with a bang. his tongue dipped inside of you and moved, unnervingly dexterous and all-knowing, dragging your slick juices to your clit to suck it the way he knew you liked best.

lucifer was a methodical demon. he knew nothing other than to give his very best. which was why it was so hot that he sometimes lost himself in you, dragging down by your hips to bury his face in your cunt when he was supposed to be teasing you. it was hotter still that he’d turn around and blame you for it — he could do no wrong, after all — clearly you needed to be punished — clearly you’d have to try again, and don’t cum this time, be good for him —

his tongue could reach places even his talented fingers couldn’t. it was your downfall every single time you did this. by now you’d learned that in this act alone, lucifer would purposely set you up to fail because he liked it when you did. you’d know the moment he’d grown too frustrated at not being inside you, because suddenly his vicious tongue would lash out with such ferocity it made your very atoms submit to him, twisting, and curling inside you as he lapped at your g-spot, how the fuck-

maybe he’d lost too much focus or your own power had broken through the barrier, but your hips flew up when your orgasm finally crashed through you, painting his clever tongue as your walls pulsed around the wiggling muscle. you clutched his horns and rode his face until it was too much, and it wasn’t until you caught your breath that you realized you’d both failed this roleplay, but it was going to be your problem.

for he was still kneeling between your legs, glaring at you, annoyed.

“i see you have yet to learn your place,” he chided, drawing himself to his full height. now he towered before you, monstrous cock bobbing in front of your swollen mouth.

“i think it’s time you kneel for me.”

#asdgksajda it’s been years since i’ve written and i’m self conscious but i miss it #not edited and written on my phone 😬 so bound to be full of errors #i’m also not a luci simp so i’m surprised he’s the first one i’ve written something spicy about?#anyway #hope it’s ok!!!#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me smut #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me x mc

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shellxrls · 3 months

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john b is soo puppy coded !! his big brown eyes that always have a slight watery tinge, his awaiting stance !!! i bet he'd let you lead him around like he was on an imaginary leash, following you place-to-place with one calloused hand practically glued onto yours.

need a task done, he's doing it for you; need to run an errand, he's making sure he's with you.

pretty sure this applies to your sex life too - if you ever wanna try something new, all it takes is a little coercion and he's practically pouting at your feet and giving into your will (albeit with a wholeee lotta reassurance).

"you sure?" he questions, manhandling your frame until your head is at eye level with his, as if you weren't the one who suggested this idea in the first place.

"mhm."

"words, baby."

desperate and almost dazed from the anticipation, you whine out a prolonged "yess! 'm sure, just need you."

#yeah i'm writing for john b rn as well ohemgee #can't help it this is what i get for dating a man who surfed for 3 years #obx men are forever ingrained into my conscious as my standard type 😔#john b #;concepts #john b routledge #john b x reader #john b prompt #john b smut #john b x reader smut #john b imagine #john b concept

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pseudonymphomania · 4 months

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What if in lesson 38 after diavolo bowed down he grabbed lucifers hand and kissed it gently and then he pulled himself up still holding lucifers hand then he pulled lucifer for a kiss then lucifer kissed back and as lucifer did he gracefully turns back to his demon form and lucifers glow as he turns back makes them both glow and they look like a majestic couple in an anime after the main character revives his lover with a kiss then then- (my unfed ass adding to these crumbs)

#dialuci #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #diavolo x lucifer #obey me dialuci #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me spoilers #my safe art #my asks #obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me mc #fan comic #I mean yes absolutely absolutely they deserve this #but also lmao the implication that they forget other people are around has me dying #the two people who are the most conscious of their public image XD #sorry for the wait on the answer I just had a lot of stuff to do but I’ve been thinking about this lol

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compacflt · 10 months

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icemav going on a cinema date?

i have thought about this one long and hard and: i don’t know how to write a one-shot about this that is compelling & interesting. But i CAN tell you ice & mav most assuredly DID go see titanic together when it came out 1997, probably as a joke, lots of semi-ironic “it’s a date!”s, and then left the theatre together three hours later overwhelmingly depressed & speechless

#they WERE holding hands halfway through too #and lots of self conscious posturing outside the theatre every time they go to a movie together #deciding how they’re gonna buy two tickets together and have it NOT look like a date to the cashier #‘okay. lll buy foxtrot eight; five minutes later you go up and buy foxtrot nine.’#’but what if foxtrot eight and nine are taken?’#‘then we’ll get echo eight and nine. failing that; golf eight and nine. i won’t do delta my eyes arent good enough anymore to sit in row D’#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #asks #the navy ‘i like big boats & i cannot lie’ mindset…

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remythologise · 5 months

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I’ve had like 8 hours of sleep over 3 days and now I finally can sleep… it’s 4am and I can’t!!!!! because I just read volume 6 and the way Richard is so clearly aching to touch Seigi all the time he was like ‘You never attempt to close the distance between us. And you never allow me to pay your price, the affection, you are worth’ like brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

#never mind the everything else.#seigi I understand your conscious and unconscious feel of unworthiness bringing this romance to a standstill but like. ten more years?#ten more years of this……. ok……..#Richard should have been at the club (Seigi dating him)#literally me anytime they mention ages and I’m like oh god babies……?#the case files of jeweler richard #kira for ts #sorry for posting if I vent maybe I can sleep now. thanks tumblr for letting me blog

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carefulfears · 8 months

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It’s the fact that revival!Mulder is not really hot for his appearance (he is) but more for his actions. Like seeing him point his gun and yell in peoples face with a stubble and rolled-up sleeves to protect his wife and son is enough to make me swoon. And then when he’s calm down he cooks a nice dish while wearing an apron saying « the Grillfather » on it.

YOU GET ITTTTT!!!! exactly! like, he is attractive, but it’s more than that!!! mulder was never like……cool……or like……good at fighting. he was always kinda wimpy, and that’s FINE! but revival mulder….this is a man who has been on the run from the law. this is a man who has lived on his own in the woods for years. this is a father, this is a husband. i enjoy it! my favorite is in msiii when he’s talking to the new syndicate-y people (idk the plot) about CSM and he’s like “what does he want with my son??” and they’re being very coy, and he’s pointing the gun at one of them, and just goes, “you wanna see me snap?”

like okayyy!! and then!!! when he comes back and that guy (idk the plot) is attacking scully, and he so easily could’ve apprehended him and questioned him, but he just picks up a scalpel and slits his throat. and the blood is dripping onto scully’s face and she just takes his hand. i’m sorry y’all, i like this episode so much (idk the plot)

and in ghouli, outside jackson’s house, when he’s talking to the DOD guys or whoever, and he goes “keep cracking wise, you have no idea my state of mind.” like….they’re just tired. they’ve been through a lot. they don’t know where their kid is. they were in hiding and in danger for a long time. everything really could snap at any moment.

and his arms are sooooo big like you gotta go crazy

#SCULLY: try not to say ‘daddy’ challenge #i feel very strongly about this #y’all know i adore revival mulder #he just loves his wife and his kid! he’s trying really hard! he’s really grown up #like he’s different? and has rougher edges? but also softer and more conscious and more aware and open #this is also the same man that takes his partner on date nights and hugs his son the first time he sees him after 17 years

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