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Sorry I didn't see season 6 yet but if it's true that Marinette ended up breaking Sublime's prostetic legs...

(And just because Adrien found a girl friend when Marinette is his girlfriend?)

Sorry I don't think I could refrain to fist fight Marinette

Without miraculous I could take her

And the writers are sickening and don't have any respect for disabled people

Do they even grasp what does it mean for Marinette breaking her legs?

Because yes they may be prosthetic but those are her f legs!

(And they cost a lot too

What if Ladybug couldn't fix them (Because i guess that's how they solved)

Could Marinette repay them?

Could Sublime rebuy them?)

Do the writers even grasp what they are showing to kids and people in general?

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Men use “I’m just a man” to cheat on their wives. Odysseus uses “I’m just a man” to kill, slay and torture people to get back to HIS wife. They are not the same.

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The more I think about my Miss Fortune AU, the more I realize Claw Noir has a point, Marinette would be like a cockroach. Because she's a quick little thing that never seems to be put now for good, frustrating everyone around her.

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this isn’t his first time asking the salesman for a fix

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FOUND A STRANGE COMPUTER!😱EXPLORING AN ABANDONED OFFICE PART 1!🤯

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chloe second chance: What if Pollen is surprised when at first meeting her new queen to have Chloé keep apologizing to her.

Noooo baby ;'(

Patreon | Kofi

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Chloe second chance: Chloe gets desperate and tries to make Alya and Marinette friends with "friendship bracelets" (handcuffs), that should bring them together.

I mean, they're friendly with each other. But more than friends, they are just good classmates 😅

Patreon | Kofi

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Yikes! Yeah, I'm glad I ship Lukadrien, cause I wouldn't touch those unfortunate implications with a ten foot pole!

Sorry for the Maripologists you'll be getting,but I need to rant...I can't even Write a genderbent Marinette... It's like a blockage...she/he but unintentionally made

It's why I tag it as #marinette salt even if it kinda isn't and I decide to blame the writing and certain writer's ideas of romance instead of Marinette 🥲 I also noticed the decline of genderbent love square. It was easier to accept most of her faults or to just tone it down when the show was being so unserious about it. But now, stalking is gonna be integral to her due to trauma so Marin has to be more stalkerish too. Marin has to keep lying to Adrienne cause she's a weak and sensitive soul who can't handle the truth. Marin will eventually break another dude's prosthetics for being friends with Adrienne. Marin will not listen when Adrienne says no, she won't be going to his slumber party with the guys. Marin will play Russian roulette with Adrienne's amoks... That's a lot of shit they'd need to tone down cause let's face it: Marinette would've gotten more haters had she been a he named Marin.

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𝒜𝓃 𝐸𝓍𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 | 𝐿𝓊𝒸𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 | 𝐻𝒶𝓏𝒷𝒾𝓃 𝐻𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓁 | 𝒮𝑀𝒰𝒯 𝒪𝒩𝐸𝒮𝐻𝒪𝒯

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: a short story in which you match with Lucifer on Hell’s #1 dating app, Sinder. You mutually agree your not looking for anything serious and, well, are just kinda horny. However, you both can’t find times to “meet up” so you improvise…

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈:I wrote this silly lil thing LOL inspired by this lovely post

𝒸𝓌: nudes, sexually explicit videos (all consensual!)

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Ding Ding!

You sit upright from your bed as you hear your phone go off. Glancing at your phone, you see:

Sinder: You have matched with Duck_Luvr_666! Send them a DM!

Your eyes widen in shock as you see the familiar goofy username. “Fuckk,” you groan to yourself, your hand dragging down your face in dread.

Yesterday, you’d been scrolling on Sinder looking for a quick hookup when the Lucifer Morningstar appeared. You swiped right as a joke, you never would’ve thought the actual king of hell would’ve matched with you!

But alas, he did, and now your hands are hovering nervously over the keyboard as you try to figure out what to even say. After taking a deep breath, you figure you should clarify his identity:

You: “Hey, is this the actual Lucifer Morningstar lol?”

Lucifer was surprised to see the DM. He signed up for this app with the encouragement from his daughter and her friends. She claimed he “needed to explore his love life” while one of her friends, Angel Dust, said he needed to “touch grass and eat pussy”— whatever that meant.

He caved and signed up. There weren’t many people he liked on the app. Except Y/N. You seemed sweet to him and he liked the interests in your bio, so he swiped right.

Lucifer takes a deep breath and types back a message:

Duck_Luvr_666: “Yes! I can assure you this is him!”

You were glad at the reassurance, but anyone could just claim to be Lucifer after all:

You: “Do you mind sending a picture of yourself? Sorry I just don’t want to get catfished.”

Lucifer winced at the text. It was fair, but he looked like a mess. He hops out of his bed and quickly brushes his teeth and washes his face, making sure to look put together and not the hot mess he truly was.

He angles his phone up high (careful to not get the duck pajamas in the photo) and smiles, capturing a decent photo of himself:

Duck_Luvr_666: Photo

“Oh fuck! It’s actually him!” you think to yourself. Half of you wants to panic and the other half wants to squeal in excitement. The King of Hell thinks you’re hot? Score!

You: “Cute photo :)”

Lucifer blushes as he sees your message. He had been called “Cute”, the first compliment he’d heard in… awhile.

Duck_Luvr_666: “Thank you.”

Your eyes widen as something dawns on you. Shit, didn’t his wife Lillith disappear on him years ago? You hoped that he wasn’t looking to make you her replacement.

You: “Just letting you know, I signed up for this app not looking for anything super serious. I just got out of a relationship and I don’t think I’m ready. Is that okay with you?”

Duck_Luvr_666: “Yes, that is fine with me. I also got out of a serious relationship and I’m just looking for a nice time with a lovely person.”

The angel bites his lip as he considers sending a riskier text, his sharp teeth digging into the soft skin.

Duck_Luvr_666: “Since I sent you something, do you mind sending something back? No pressure at all!”

Your relieved that your on the same page but that feeling fades as he asks for a picture of you. Jumping out of bed, you do your routine as quick as possible and put on a cute shirt to make it look as if you didn’t just roll out of bed.

You snap a quick photo and send it over:

You: Photo

Lucifer’s heart nearly leaps out of his chest as he sees you. You’re even prettier than he thought.

Duck_Luvr_666: “Wow, you’re beautiful.”

You feel your face burning hot at the sudden praise. He’s actually really sweet! Who knew the Devil would be this nice?

You: “Thank you!”

You: “Are you free this week?”

Duck_Luvr_666: “I’m free this Friday and Sunday, does that work for you?”

You: “No I have work that day. What about Wenesday or Thursday?”

Duck_Luvr_666: “Sorry that doesn’t work for me. But maybe we can keep talking and sending pictures until we’re both free?”

“Wait- does he mean?” you think to yourself, eyes widening as you examine the implications of his texts. Did the King of Hell want to sext you?

You: “When you say send pictures do you mean “pictures ;)” or “pictures”?

“Wha?” Lucifer mutter aloud. Maybe he was getting old, but he couldn’t decipher what the difference between the two was.

Duck_Luvr_666: “I think I’m a bit lost.”

You: “Sorry I can see how that was confusing. Do you mean nudes or…?”

You cringe as you hit send, hoping you didn’t misconstrue what he was hinting at.

Duck_Luvr_666: “Oh! No no no, I’m sorry I think there was a misunderstanding.”.

Yikes, you totally misinterpreted that. You throw your phone as you see his response. Fuck that’s so embarrassing. Jumping under the covers, you hide yourself under your pillows to avoid the humiliation you feel.

After hiding for a few minutes, you feel your phone buzzing with new notifications.

Duck_Luvr_666: “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you off. I guess I’m kind of old school.”

Duck_Luvr_666: “But, I’m not opposed to try new things.”

You: “No it’s fine, I shouldn’t have assumed! I don’t want to pressure you into anything.”

Duck_Luvr_666: “You’re not pressuring me, I want to.”.

Oh fuck, he really wanted this? From you? Your flattered and nervous all at once.

You: “If you’re sure, then I’m down. I can send something first if you’d like, I’ll start slow.”.

Lucifer kicks his hooves excitedly, he hasn’t felt this way in years!

You reach up and pull your shirt off over your head. Looking up at the camera, you take a photo of yourself in a lacy bra and hit send.

Lucifer nearly drools as the photo comes in. He quickly kicks off his pajama pants and zooms in onto your pretty face and cleavage. “F-fuck,” he says as a bulge forms in his duck print boxers.

He points the camera at his bulge and sends a photo in return with a shaky hand.

Your breath hitches as he sends the image, a sudden dampness coating your pussy that makes you squirm.

Reaching back, you unhook your bra and throw it haphazardly on the bed. You send another photo, your back arched with your fingers laying teasingly by your core while your tits are on full display.

Lucifer chokes on his own spit once he receives your message. “H-Holy shit,” he says shakily. His thumbs hook under his boxers and yanks them down to his ankles.

He rubs his tip with his thumb, smearing pre cum all over the flushed head of his cock. Using his non-dominant hand, he hits record. The angel had lost composure, he wasn’t shy anymore, he was excited.

He wanted you to see the effects you had on him, how desperate and needy he was all for you. He pumps his cock a few times, his wanton moans and whimpers audible through the video.

You immediately click on the attachment once he sends it, your eyes widening. Shit, he’s adorable and fuckable. Turning to your nightstand, you rummage through your drawer and find your vibrator.

A hooked finger pulls aside your panties and your clit is immediately stimulated by the vibrating toy. “Hnnf, nnf,” you moan, watching the video as you play with yourself.

“L-Lucifer…” you call out breathily, watching closely as his charcoal hands wrap around his cock. He was just as big as you thought. A solid 6 inches with a girth that makes your pussy ache to be filled. And, fuck, did you want to be filled right now.

Lucifer anxiously waits for your response. You hadn’t replied to his video and it’d already been ten minutes. Did he do something wrong? Was his body just that undesirable?

He quickly types out a nervous message hoping you didn’t leave him hanging:

Duck_Luvr_666: “I showed you my duck, please respond.”

Duck_Luvr_666: “dick*”

Lucifer lays back on his pillows defeatedly. He made a fool of himself and auto correct made him look even dumber.

Just as he was about to wallow in shame, he hears his phone buzz:

You: “Sorry! Didn’t mean to leave u hanging! I was distracted ;)”

You: Video

Holy crap, they weren’t ghosting him and they sent him a video?? Lucifer presses play as quick as possible and nearly cums on the spot

The video entails you sprawled out on your bed, vibrator pressed firmly onto your clit while you moan out “Lucifer”.

His hand wraps around his cock, moving up and down at a rapid pace. The sound of his name on your lips sends a shiver down his spine. Your breathy “Lucifer” echoed in his ears and spurs him further into pleasure.

“Nnf… Y/N… fuck… hnn.,”

The Angel begins to buck his hips into his cock desperately, his wanton desire on full display. Without warning, his pleasure reaches a peak and opalescent cum shoots out of his gold flushed tip.

“Fuckfuckfuck!” he calls out, pumping and thrusting rapidly as cum spills out and coats his stomach and bedsheets.

Lucifer lies on his bed panting, “Hnnf, oh fuck.”. Removing his sticky hand, he winces at the mess he made. “That much?” he mutters to himself, “I guess it’s been a long time…”.

Using his non-sticky hand, he texts:

Duck_Luvr_666: “I’m sorry, I finished. I can still send something though! Your pleasure is what matters, sweetheart.”

You giggle at his text, you never figured the embodiment of pride would actually care about your pleasure before his.

You: “I finished, thank you though 😘. Let’s meet up when were both free.”

Lucifer smiles and hearts your message. With a snap of his fingers, the bedroom turns squeaky clean instantly. He lays back onto his bed with a contented sigh.

He still wasn’t sure if he wanted something serious but… he had to see you again.

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lucifer then sent u 100 texts per day to u talking about ducks, how pretty you were, and his daughter charlie. he really made you rethink the whole “casual fling” thing.

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Just watched the latest TADC episode and something I've noticed is that when Jax is annoyed or bored, he immediately goes to bullying and teasing. But when he's well and truly pissed? He's silent and glaring. It's when you know you've messed up.

That's the face of someone who's going find a way to make you bleed.

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he shouldn't have made her complex and entertaining if he didn't want people to like her

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Can you draw Mordecai Heller from the Lackadaisy comics? He's the tuxedo cat with the brooding stare

He's also ace btw ;)

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Even Luci's snake is sleeping

Oldheads 🌈💖

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Boyfriend Vox catches you watching Valentino's videos.

The moans were artificial, but the desperation wasn’t.

You were leaned back, one leg tucked under you, eyes glued to the screen as the actress squirmed under flickering LED lights. The room in the video was lavish—gold-accented, soft red hues, collars and wires, and slick skin gleaming under a camera’s gaze. Valentino’s signature: overstimulation, opulence, and control.

Your face was flushed, lip caught between your teeth. You weren’t touching yourself—not yet. But you were close. Just watching. Curiosity, boredom, arousal—blending.

You didn’t hear the door open. You didn’t need to.

The screen short-circuited for half a second—barely visible. A flicker of static.

Then the voice, smooth and sharp as a cut-glass screen:

“Oh, darling…”

Your stomach dropped.

“…you watching Val’s shit to get off?”

You froze. Eyes wide. Busted.

You turned slowly, caught in the act like a kid with a hand in a cookie jar—except this cookie jar was filled with sultry porn and power-play.

Vox stood in the doorway, lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes, static crackling faintly at his fingertips.

“You know,” he said, strolling in with the smugness of someone who absolutely knew he was hotter than the guy you were watching, “I didn’t peg you for a fan of synthetic overstimulation and fake tears.”

You swallowed. “It was just… curiosity. I wasn’t—”

He tsked. “You were curious about what, exactly? How many times she can cum before crying? How long he keeps her on that vibrator? Hm?”

You looked away.

“Sweetheart.” Vox’s voice dipped.

“He doesn’t even do the work. He scripts it, funds it, sits back, and collects credit.

That girl? Probably passed out after the third take.”

You blinked. “You sound jealous.”

He grinned. “Oh, I’m not jealous. I’m offended.”

Vox moved to the bed, climbing on with all the slow, deliberate confidence of a man about to prove a point.

His hand slid behind your neck, tilting your chin up. “You want to get off?” he purred, mouth brushing your ear. “You could’ve just asked me.”

Static danced across your skin, playful and dangerous. His free hand moved to your thigh. “

Vox’s fingers traced lazy circles just above your knee, each one buzzing with faint electricity—teasing, threatening. He leaned closer, eyes locked on yours, the screen behind you now long forgotten, still frozen mid-moan.

“No cameras,” he whispered, his voice dropping low—lower than you’d ever heard it. It felt like a current across your skin.

“No scripts.” His lips brushed your cheek, smirk curling at the corner.

“Just me.” His palm pressed flat against your thigh. Warm. Possessive. Unrelenting.

“You.”

The lights in the room dimmed with a flicker, and you knew—you knew—he was about to ruin you beautifully.

Muahahahahahhah.....

I just had to, I love this man so much.

I don't know if I should actually write what happens next or......lmk in the comments. Also, flood my ask box with requests, any character of your choice, any pov you want, doesn't matter how depraved it is, I've probably thought of worse.

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I don't know if your taking request , but if your not then please delete this :D

do you think I can request yandere pure vanilla and clotted cream rivalry ?

If you don't feel doing yandere then that fine ! Can be normal rivalry if you want 3

The Serenity or The Charismatic (Pure Vanilla vs. Clotted Cream Cookie)

Clotted Cream Cookie wanted to take you to the Creme Republic.

Pure Vanilla Cookie wanted you to stay here at the Vanilla Kingdom with him.

The two are a stand still over you, with neither side wanting to back down from this obstacle they call their opponent.

Clotted will try kinds of persuasion and manipulation to convince the cookies around him that taking you with him to the Republic is a good idea, you’ll be amazed by the sights and be perfectly safe.

Pure Vanilla will raise objections, this kingdom was where you called home and it would be wrong of Clotted to just yank you away from it. PV will use emotional words to tug at the heartstrings and convince others to his side!

With his wealth and status, no doubt Clotted will try to woo you over with pretty tasty delicacies, those scones are looking pretty tasty.

Pure Vanilla presents you with familiar foods from the Crow Inn, why try something new when you can have all the food you want that you’re familiar with!

Both will face you declining their advanced with brief sorrow, but with more determination to win you over from the other!

Clotted could try to discourage PV from pursuing you by using his past against him, how will he protect you when he had fallen to Dark Enchantress Cookie?

Again, PV will not be easily discouraged from getting what he wants, you.

Walks around the castle and gardens are how PV is able to keep you away from the Consul. He’ll also just straight up lead you away even in the middle of conversation with Clotted if he feels the House Custard cookie has been getting too close.

Both do a good job of suppressing their anger for each other, but it’s only a matter of time before one of them goes ballistic from the other’s meddling, which would likely be the Consul. PV is able to hide his rage, but when he goes mad, he goes mad.

Clotted will try to bring up the notion that with the Soul Jam, PV will outlive you and you will only become just another memory for the ancient, but with him, you both can make the most of your limited time in these lands.

Yeah right, Pure Vanilla will gladly put down the Soul Jam if it meant he got to spend the rest of his days with you. Death will not be doing you and him part.

PV might even need to ask Dark Cacao Cookie to get Clotted to back down from this competition of theirs, can’t he see that you and PV were meant to be?

When it came to you, Clotted was uncharacteristically unfazed and will not stand away from you, his love for you giving him the boldness to remain at your side!

He didn’t care what PV had to say, he’s taking you with him on that airship!

Pure Vanilla will pull you away, you’re to remain here with him and that’s final as he glared at Clotted. Perhaps he should get Black Raisin’s crows to peck apart the airship…