#demon posting

[iolitedoll]

I hated how small I felt in her presence…

And how much I yearned for her to come closer…

She stood tall, a beacon of radiance in the abyss. Her golden hair was like molten sunlight over her shoulders. Her eyes, piercing grey, stared into mine with an intensity that made me feel stripped bare. Her wings… vast, powerful, and perfect, extended behind her, each feather emitting a gentle glow. She was wrapped in a white gown, the fabric clinging just enough to hint at the curves beneath.

“Little one…” she said, her voice a blend of warmth and concern, “what are you doing all alone in this miserable place?”

I scowled. “What does it look like? I’m a demon; I’m exactly where I belong.”

Her smile was soft. “Are you? Or afraid to admit that you don’t?” the words tinged with just a hint of teasing.

I made an attempt to stand and evoke some sense of authority, but something in her gaze made my legs weak. “You don’t know anything about me,” I snapped.

“I know more than you think,” she said, stepping closer. Her wings fluttered lightly. “I know you’re tired… I know you’re hurting… And I know you’re longing for someone to take that burden from you.”

Her words cut deep and true. “Leave me alone,” I stammered unconvincingly, looking away in hopes she would relent.

“Is that what you really want?” Her voice lowered, soft but pointed. “Or are you just afraid to ask for what you need?”

As I opened my mouth to retort, she knelt before me, her fingers brushing my chin, tilting my face towards hers. The heat of her touch seared through me, leaving my skin tingling and thoughts foggy.

“Poor thing,” she mused, her thumb grazing my bottom lip. “You’ve spent so long trying to convince everyone you’re bad, but I can see it in you… the part of you that’s desperate to be good.”

A shiver ran through me, and my resolve crumbled. “I don’t… I don’t know…”

Her lips curved into a smile both tender and wicked. “Let me show you.”

Before I could respond, her arms wrapped around me, pulling me against her. The feeling of her body against mine was overwhelmingly soft, and her warmth seeped into every part of me. Her fingers traced down my back, and resistance faded from my thoughts.

“There’s my good girl,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “So eager, so willing. All you have to do is give in to me.”

I whimpered, my hands clutching at her gown for stability as my head spun. “I… I’ll try,” I whispered.

“Promise me,” she said, her tone firm. Her lips were just inches from mine, close enough that I could feel the heat of them. “Promise you’ll be good for me.”

“I’ll be a good girl… I promise,” I breathed, my chest tight with emotion and want.

The moment the words left my lips, a surge of heat erupted through me. It wasn’t the fiery heat of the Hells; it was gentle as it consumed me. I gasped as a soft glow enveloped me, and my hand moved to above my head.

A halo.

[crtgirl]

I DONT WANNA PASS I JUST WANNA BE A SUCCUBUS

[demon-of-side-quest-hell]

Do y'all have any idea how much I put on the line to by being a DOOM fan in hell.

It's not banned or anything it's just really problematic. But unlike other demons I've learned to separate the art from the artist and by that I mean ignore how it promotes pro-nights sentinels revisionist history and the genocide of my entire race.

[930am]

okay liza is related to mavriky nikolaevich yes? or are they are step siblings since they have different last names?

[preservationofnormalcy]

I feel confident enough to post these now. A collection of all the existing posters after some edits from the other post that got 13k notes! These are full size/quality. Go nuts.

You may use them for wallpapers, tabletop campaigns, whatever. Consider tipping me or buying a print or sticker on ko-fi here! If you do use them, let me know what for, or send pictures!

[thesociallyanxioussociopath]

Very much inspired by that Valentine Pin-Up Alastor merch where the only significant change is him having his bow-tie unclipped.

Anyway, happy valentine day sike, it's Aro week and we are begrudgingly going on dates to help our friends with their heist. Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (end)

[bruciemilf]

I think it’d be so funny if Bruce just refuses to disclose the existence of Robin to the league. He knows it’d take less than a minute for them to form a wicked mock club against him.

Except he just? Carries Robin around. Under that endless void that is his cape. Clark pinches the stress point between his brows. “Batman, is that a child under your cape?”

“No.”

“Bruce I can HEAR his heartbeat.”

“I think the long exposure to kryptonite partially damaged your brain. There is no child here, Clark.”

“He’s literally drinking Barry’s coffee right now.”

“He’s WHAT-“

[specshroom]

Demon / imp friend who keeps pretending they can't control their tail⤵

Pretending to be bashful when it winds its way around your thigh or wraps around your waist.

"Oh! Sorry haha, this damn thing. Like it has a mind of it's own 😅"

You let it slide because you like them, until one day you see them not so discreetly catch a pencil with their tail and manoeuvre it expertly back into the pen holder on the desk it fell from.

You pretend not to notice, your sneaky suspicion now confirmed.

So the next time they're sitting next to you and their slinky tail starts winding around the fat of your thigh, you're so ready for it.

"You're doing it again."

They turn away from what they were pretending to focus on, act all bashful and start apologising,

"Oh shit, I'm sorry."

Before your demonic friend can retreat, you cross your legs, effectively trapping their coiled tail between your warm thighs.

"It's alright, I don't mind."

You say dismissively, as you lightly stroke the arrow shaped point at the end of the tail with your thumbs.

You feel them shiver and look up to see them practically panting, staring down at you with heart shaped eyes and hot cheeks.

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[iniro]

bgs are hard but at least this makes it easier T_T

[beaulesbian]

Emmrich & Lucanis banter about/with Spite because it's a very fun angle of conversation between them

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[goldsnek]

No Mercy.

[strange-aeons]

HELLO?????

[short-for-jules]

[mizgnomer]

Hippity-Hoppity Crowley

[cheerscafe]

It’s actually killing me how canonically kind and sensitive Giyuu is.

He stitched the haori’s of his two loved ones together and wore it for years. He remembered Murata’s name after all this time. He felt so strongly about Sabito’s death he had to repress his feelings entirely to function again. He gave two siblings a chance to try to find a way to cure becoming a demon despite his duty to do otherwise. In the manga he helped Mitsuri up when Tengen accidentally knocked her over at the first pillar meeting we see. He wanted to try and befriend Sanemi by giving him his favorite snack.

The fact that he went from smiling so wide and tearing up over his friend slapping him to showing hardly any emotions at all–just so he wouldn’t succumb to the despair and hopelessness of his grief, just so he could keep living–it’s so heartbreaking.