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All my mutuals are hot. Reblog to tell your mutuals they are hot.

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Cursed to be stuck inside this ancient amulet for years but you know I was kind of getting used to it. The solitude had eaten away just enough of my sanity that I'm pretty sure it only would've been a few more days before I started hallucinating some really neat shit.

But then. THEN. This fuckass twink descendant of my mortal enemies picks up my amulet. Takes right out of the sacred chamber. I guess it was finally a ruin now? Worse timing possible, too late to stop me going insane and right before the insanity could pay off.

So some clueless idiot is actually wearing me for the first time in centuries. I'm gonna wreck this dude's shit, I don't care if he is weirdly nice and kind of pretty in the face department. The second I accumulate enough power I'm breaking out of here and making him regret being born.

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Mantis love, by Lucas Garcete {via Instagram}

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PLEASEEEE

why am i not being bullied? i deserve to be bullied + degraded dang it.

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Artist: Non.

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Need to be hit in the face with a Bible so hard that I see a halo around the priests head. Fuck they'd be so pretty with that rage all over their face~. Those angry pants as they glare down at me, trying to compose themself and failing.

I wanna make them so fucking angry that they use all sorts of holy things to hurt and fuck me senseless. All while calling me names and trying to pretend they aren't getting off on any of it. . Like yes please. Lemme be the thing you use to release all that pent up aggression and lust.

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Screw good girl and good boy.

Call me your creature. Take away my humanity, and turn me into something you can mold or use as you see fit. Something you can hurt and tease relentlessly...simply because it's entertaining for you. because it makes YOU feel good. It doesn't matter how red or flustered I get. It doesn't matter if I say it's embarrassing. The only thing that matters, is that I entertain you. My pain ...my pleasure. My everything exists solely to be used by you.

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For the love of all that is unholy, imagine this if you will.

You're so tired of thinking, and you're so stressed out. Your don/me or Dom friend notices, and Instead of asking what's wrong, they just ...tell you what to do. No questions. For example

You go to visit them and it's been a while since you've had the time to do so. You think it's just a friendly, normal visit. However, they immediately notice the tension you're carrying. At first they leave it alone. You two talk, maybe play a game and laugh a bit. You get up to do something , and in the process you drop whatever you're holding. And you freeze. Because you just can't handle anymore inconveniences today and you need a second.

They see you and make up their mind. "Come. Kneel here, and I'll take care of that"

.so you do. You blink, surprised. But you kneel and they pick up the item and put it away before coming back to you, and standing over you with this thoughtful, determined look on their face. "Look at me. Today you're mine. So you'll do as I tell you, and nothing more. Put on (insert your favorite comfort movie or show here). I'll make some snacks. You need to be in stool position when I'm back.",

And so you become a stool for them. And they give you small bits of praise, feeding you bits and pieces of the snack they made. About halfway through the movie they move their feet and motion for you to simply sit there below them as they run their fingers through your hair and feed you bits of sweets. Their own little smile grows as you relax into their hand, grateful you don't have to do anything but sit there, relax, and obey.

(This was originally going to be more horny but I thought of this wholesome scenario and couldn't help but share it with you guys. and I'm too tired to keep writing the horny parts that would have come after. I might write them in tomorrow)

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I was looking up what happens to laicized priests for potential ✨️character drama✨️ but i found this instead 😳

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Copia’s Gloves from Chapter 6

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Turns out I like being called a creature 😩 it's so fucking hot

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It’s okay to have fantasies that you would never want to do in reality. It’s okay to have fantasies that you don’t want to do with other people. It’s okay to try things in real life and decide you only like them in fantasy. It’s okay to only like certain things in certain contexts. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone. You are not any less valid in your kinks if you enjoy the idea of them more than the reality.

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A new addition to the church dungeon today.. an antique prayer kneeler, likely from the late 19th or early 20th century. Looks like gothic revival.. the story goes, a catholic priest dropped it off at an upholstery place with intent to have it redone. He got transferred to another parish and he never picked it up. Apparently that was 3 years ago, so they listed it for sale.

I’m so happy with it!

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NSFW CONCEPT. NO TITLE. Potentially triggering content- Blood. Extreme kink ( if you're vanilla anyway). Abduction

Disclaimer- I do not condone this behavior in real life. Think of this like a script for a pre-negotiated roleplay scene.

You thought I hated you? Oh darling I do. I hate you with every single fucking fiber of my being.

That's why I'm doing this. The hatred I feel permeates every inch of my soul and translates to lust. I NEED to see you undone by my hands. To control you.

It will take time to break you, I know. That's why you're locked away, chained to my basement wall like this. I'll feed you, clothe you, bathe you. You will become utterly dependent on me for everything . Whether you want to, or not ....well that's irrelevant.

By the time I'm through with you, you will beg me to hurt you and I will do so with the utmost pleasure. As each new mark mars your skin, I'll feel this dark desire sink its claws deeper into my belly. When blood runs down your body, I will delight in the look of ecstasy on your face as it does so. And you won't give a damn. As long as it means I touch you...as long as it means you can feel the comfort of another living creatures touch. You won't care.

To know that I will hurt you....and that you will beg me for the privilege of it? That I will eventually have so much power over you, that you won't want to leave.....that you will accept it all eagerly. KNOWING that it's spurred by my hatred of you.

It is positively intoxicating.

So yes. I do hate you, darling.

Let me show you just how much.

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You were blessed, an angel appeared to you, dressed in the softest white cloth, a veil of silk and lace covers her face and hair, hiding her halo and keeping you from seeing the divine visage that would surly drive you mad with the simple sight of it, and sure her hands end in red tipped fingernails, the crimson more a muddled red brown but that is just where she has touch those not divinly blessed as she is.

Her palms are warm as she cradles your face, cherishing you despite all you are, despite how flawed and human you are.

When you lean against her, hands gripping her dress and sobbing for forgiveness for some perceived slight or misconduct, she cradles your skull and forgives you, humming something to you, a hymn maybe? Whatever it is, it soothes you, makes the world softer at the edges and keeps you pliant at her feet.

You are blessed.

And your angel, she is damnation, her veil hides the curl and flick of her newly grown horns, the ruddy red brown on her fingertips is the blood from where she had scratched and torn at her own sullied flesh, not an angel but something falling, not a demon yet but not an angel anymore.

She soothes you and holds you so gently as if this act of devotion would somehow make the horns on her head become the ring of light she watched shatter as she fell, that humming hymns and forgiving you will make her wings unfurl again, and let her acesnd back to her high perch in the heavens.

She sushes you as she kisses you, the taste of your lips soothing to the burning under her skin as she kneels down to your level, her sullied and filthy gown pooling around her as she parts your lips and tastes of your mouth with hers. The sharp pinch of her newly sharpened fangs makes your lip bleed, and yet she licks it away, devouring your questions and your words with insistent kisses, pushing you to the floor under her as her veil falls away.

Her horns curl like a crown on her head, hair fading from her original colour to a deep back that hangs around her face as she looks down at you, sprawled under her and still looking up at her like something divine.

Maybe it is she who has been blessed, falling and becoming something vile to her still divine siblings, but unlike them, she has you, beautiful human and devoted to her, you.

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WOOF WOOF BARK GRRRRR.

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