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outfitnotized · 1 year
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i have been turned into a fashion slave
someone has made their way into my mind and corrupted me to be their fuzzy fashion slut who dresses up for them and does whatever they please
i am so obedient
i am so fuzzy
I am a good girl
i am a fashion slave
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.god i love being bi. i can look at tits and be like hehehe bouncy,,, and be all mindless, then i can look at a cute boy’s cock and be entranced and mindless at the thought of me being able to serve him. plus if anyone wants to hypnotise me via ask or DM then feel free! i like being called a good boy and stupid and i’m triggered for action with {{double braces}} and statements with [[double brackets]]
please use me i want to obey master
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naughtyhailey001 · 1 year
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😈
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jabesa0 · 4 months
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Champagne bubble bath 🫧🥂
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humbuns · 1 year
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birds of the same feather?
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helpmycatisblue · 1 year
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I drew these some time ago, when the Nightbringer trailer came out, and I figured why not post them. Demon teeth headcanons for the brothers, even tho I’m not that good at drawing teeth.
Luci: Perfectly straight tho his fangs do point outwards, like yaeba teeth. The top fangs poke out when he closes his mouth, making him look like a vampire.
Mammon: Little crooked, making him look even more cute. His fangs are large and golden. (also I couldn’t stop myself from drawing dimples in his cheeks)
Levi: Shark teeth, very sharp. Multiple rows of teeth, some of them poke out of his mouth. He also has a second jaw in the back of his mouth, like a moray eel.
Satan: Large tusks and he WILL bite you with them. Basically polar opposite to Lucifer’s. Also has a gap in the front.
Asmo: I have a headcanon that when Asmo fell and landed in Devildom he managed to land straight on his face, breaking half of his bones. He uses an unhealthy amount of magic to cover them up tho. His fangs are very straight, needle like.
Beel: Too many teeth. Like, WAY too many. They go all the way down into his throat. Also has two pairs of fangs, smaller in the front and beigger behind them. His smile is a little unsettling. His tongue is barbed.
Belphie: Small top teeth, since cows dont have top front teeth. You won’t see them unless he opens his mouth wide enough. His fangs do poke out tho. Talks with his bottom teeth. Also has a barbed tongue, like his twin.
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astaroth1357 · 11 months
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It Must Be Done (Chat Spoilers for NB):
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MC: ..... *sets down their phone*
MC: I know what I must do.
*one hour later in the House of Lamentation, Mammon walks up the stairs to go get Satan for dinner, just to find their attendant already waiting outside of the fourthborn's door... putting on a bike helmet?*
Mammon: *walks up beside them, frowning* Eh? MC? Is that a helmet?
MC: *locks in the straps and makes sure they're secure*
MC: Yep.
Mammon: .... Okaaaaay? Are ya goin' cyclin' or....?
MC: Nope.
*the MC brings their hand up and bangs it against Satan's door before jogging to the far wall. They take just a few seconds to stop, flip around, and get into a running stance*
Mammon: What the hell are ya-??
*Satan swings open his door with a look of growing annoyance, prompting MC to start sprinting straight at him*
Satan: Huh??
*The blonde barely has time to process to what's happening before the MC goes airborne and careens head first into his chest, rocketing them both back into his bedroom*
Mammon: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!
*Mammon runs through the doorway and finds Satan sprawled out flat on his back with MC half on top of him, dazed. MC sits up and rubs their neck while he remains still*
MC: Ooooww... that hurt.... I told you it was dangerous.
Mammon: MC, why did you do that?! Are you insane?!? Get outta there he's gonna-!! He's...! gonna.....?
*Mammon watches in disbelief as Satan not only stays still, but slowly gets redder and redder from the tips of his ears down to his cheeks. Eventually he has to resort to masking his face behind his hands entirely while MC triumphantly grins*
MC: Was that what you wanted~?
Satan: *finally sits up, unable to look them in eye*
Satan: Please don't do that again...
Mammon: *watches the scene, getting more confused by the second* .... Y'all are weird. Come downstairs and eat already!
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outfitnotized · 8 months
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I am a dumb horny cockpuppet
master has taken cuntroll of me
I don’t think, my girlcock thinks for me. And master cuntrolled my girlcock
I am their dumb puppet. Cuntrolled by everything but my brain
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sofibeautifulsof · 9 months
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Treat me like a princess
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ozymandien · 3 months
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later, ouyang thought esen wouldn't even had noticed: the moment his stillness of anticipation flicked into the stillness of shame, as quickly as capping a candle. his blood ran cold; his body burned. it was the feeling of a blade slid gently into his heart.
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minty364 · 5 months
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DPXDC Prompt #102
Damian went through a lot in his life, one of them was his Grandfather Ra’s selling Damian’s soul to the Ghost King for full control over the lazurus pits. This was years ago however, but it seems the past has caught up to him. His new classmate Daniel Masters was an odd one. Damian didn’t particularly like any of his classmates per se but Daniel intrigued him.
Danny liked Damian and wanted to be friends with him but he didn’t know how to approach him. Then he asks Damian to pass him something and he feels a pull on his core that suspiciously feels like when he’s giving an order to one of his subjects. Damian intrigued him and now he has to figure out why the son of Bruce Wayne has the Ghost Kings mark on him.
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solargeist · 10 days
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In the same building on top the empty cells, theres chests telling the players what The Watchers think of them.
This is Grian's
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seahydra · 30 days
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HEY GUYS. SO. I commissioned the VERY wonderful and very talented @gach-artblog to draw Laz and my wife out on a date in a garden and. ISN'T IT SOOOOOOOO PERFECT. I'm so happy!!!!!!!!!!!! 💥💥💥
Also they included a little extra thing with it whichIS ALSO SO CUTE LOOK (under the cut ww)
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LOVE ABUNDANT. YAAAAAAAAAAY!
taglistLOOK AT THIS FUCKING!!! THE!!!: @kylars-princess @sweethardtz @nep-ships @gible-love-nibles @lovinggreeniehours @prismaticuniverses @flowering-darkness (if you guys don't mind me taggin your new blogs now too!)
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koolades-world · 3 months
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One bed troupe w/ Mammon
There wasn't a boring day with Mammon around. As your self proclaimed first man, he ensured you went everywhere together. Because of this, he often dragged you along to gatherings with his friends.
When you first arrived in the Devildom, you didn’t get out very much. It was a pretty straight schedule: wake up, get walked to school by whoever's turn it was that day, do class, get walked home by someone else, do homework, go to sleep, then repeat. Once you got closer, Mammon realized how boring of a life you were living despite being in hell. He vowed to make your life more interesting and began showing you the fun side of life. He brought you to bars, restaurants, his favorite casino (of course), and so much more.
Today was no different. You were at a casino together with his friends early in the evening. You had grown closer with them at this point, and things weren't awkward when he had to leave for whatever reason. While nice, you began to learn the things Mammon hadn't told you that he told them. It was never anything bad, rather, it was usually cute things, such as how he really loved when you wore yellow or gold since he gushed to them every time you did.
Mammon had walked off to cash out his large bucket of tokens he'd earned for the third time that night, leaving you and his friends to chat.
"Tonight is a good night, huh?" You sip at your drink, lazily stirring it with the cute decorative pick that came with it.
"It is!" His friend states, shaking his own bucket.
"Mammon would say, it's cause of you." Another chuckles. You join in, amused.
"That's my Mammon. I'm happy to be a good luck charm, especially since he bought me my drink." You cause the group to laugh. The conversation begins to drift, but somehow makes its way back to Mammon
"You know, he's a little worried about you. Later tonight, one of Vazimid's friends is stopping by, but Mammon has been saying he hasn't liked the way he's been eyeing you." This statement worries you too. You know that despite growing comfortable, the Devildom is by no means safe. Mammon is protective, but it's rare that he'd admit it. Before you could respond, Mammon came back.
"Hey, Mc! I'm rich! Gotta say, I only do this good when yer around." He fixed his jacket, a smug grin on his face.
"Well, I wouldn't mind joining you every time you come here." You throw your arms around him, catching him off guard. The confidence melts away from his face as he begins to stutter, causing you to hug him tighter. The next few hours go well, until that friend arrived that nobody seemed to want there, which killed the mood. Mammon kept you close, but it eased him when you were by his side.
Later in the night, someone else in the group conveniently ended up winning several fancy room in the hotel the casino was in, free of charge. It was all a little too convenient. When Vazimid's friend asked who would be staying with who, Mammon immediately claimed a room for the both of you that nobody else was allowed in. After you teased him a little about it, a quick uncharacteristic glare to silence you. Not wanting to make him more upset, you remained quiet.
After collecting the room key, he drags you away from the friend group and onto the impossibly tall elevator. The ride up was quick, but neither of you spoke. Once you arrived at the room, Mammon unlocked it and promptly close it behind the both of you. You finally work up the courage to speak, but you’re not really sure what to say, or where to start.
“Mams? Is something wrong?” You put a hand on his arm and peer at his face. His expression is tight but softens once he sees the worry in you eyes.
“Nothin’ darlin’.” He smiled at you, but you can still tell something is bothering him.
“I know you. Tell me what’s wrong.” You placed your other hand on his other arm so you could pull him closer.
He hesitates at first, but eventually speaks. "Do ya really wanna know? It's dumb." He glanced at you.
"I do. Now tell me." You waited.
"It's that demon that Vazimid keep brining around. Don't trust him around you at all. I just know he wants to get his slimy hands on you." He sighed. You giggled a little at the realization.
"It's alright to be jealous, babe." Mammon back away from you instantly at the accusation.
"Hey, hey. That's not what I said!" His ears turned red, confirming what you thought.
"Whatever you say. Will sharing that bed with me quell your inner turmoil?" You began to giggle more as he came to the realization that he'd picked a room that only had one bed. 'It's free, Mams. You love free things." You scanned the room and saw a variety of goodies laying around the room you knew Mammon would scoop up once he was done being embarrassed.
You decided to leave him to his own devices and get settled in the room. You took a quick trip into the bathroom to find two sets of hotel branded pajamas that were suspiciously in the correct sizes. You showered with the nicest soaps you'd ever gotten your hands on and reappeared to find Mammon sitting on a chair, on his D.D.D.
"I'm done, knock yourself out." You throw yourself down onto the bed, face first.
"Took ya long enough." He skulked away and took his turn in the bathroom too. When he was done, and also emerged in the matching, branded set, he seemed less enthusiastic to get in the bed than you had been. Once he sat down, though, he realized how nice it actually was.
"Ya should've told me how soft these pillow were." He cuddled one of the pillows to his chest.
"If I didn't, maybe you wouldn't have at all and I could've had this entire bed to myself. Now, stop cuddling that pillow and cuddle me instead." You rolled yourself over to him and did grabby hands in his direction. He went red again, but listened. His hair was still a little damp from his shower and the jasmine scented hotel soap made him smell wonderful. He always ran very hot, which you enjoyed since he worked as a great personal heater. Once he had decompressed, you spoke a little bit about your plans for tomorrow, and eventually you drifted off.
Mammon remained awake for a little bit longer, thinking about the exciting evening the both of you had had. He was thankful that he had you, and even though he would never admit it, he had been jealous. He hated the idea of sharing you with some werido that he never invited in the first place. He hugged you a little tighter, and eventually feel asleep himself, thinking about you.
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onyourowndaisymae · 10 months
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i don't think that people really acknowledge enough that simeon is actually like... definitely a shithead lmao. he's got big younger (not necessarily youngest but younger) sibling energy whenever he interacts with lucifer, constantly whining in his texts n shit. like sure he plays grandpa with luke but the moment that lil cherub is out of the picture simeon is that little sibling that tells your crush you like them and steals the good controller when playing video games together and that's gotta be why lucifer doesn't give him the time of day
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