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merakiui · 1 year ago

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simply business.

yandere!azul ashengrotto x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, slight nsfw, misogyny, power imbalance, workplace misconduct, abuse of authority, ceo azul, secretary jade note - you'll do anything for this job. mr. ashengrotto wonders if there are limits to your anything.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person, Mr. Ashengrotto. Thank you for making time for me today. I can’t begin to imagine how packed your schedule is,” you admit with a gentle laugh.

Just as you practiced with Trey and Riddle, you shake his hand firmly and confidently. Even if most of your poise is feigned to hide a mountain of anxieties, it manages to fool the CEO of Mostro, for he mirrors your amiable greeting with one of his own. Or maybe he sees right through your act and is choosing to remain quiet. You’re not going to think too deeply about that.

“The pleasure’s all mine. You have no idea how startled I was when your application found its way on my desk. Why, I thought I was dreaming.”

If he brings up childhood memories, talk about it. Why not? Trey advised hours earlier, serving you and Riddle individual slices of strawberry tart. Friendship is just as good a connection as the one made through sweets.

Which is very solid guidance coming from a baker.

Even so, she shouldn’t rely solely on past connections. In business, that means nothing if the connection itself isn’t stable and worthwhile enough, Riddle, ever the realist, added with a grimace. We should know. We went to school with him.

Hey, don’t sweat it. You’ll do great, Trey added when he noticed the despairing look you’d given your tart. I’ll bake you something to celebrate, so do your best, be yourself, and bring home good news.

With his and Riddle’s encouragement, you had been so certain of your abilities before, in which you proudly proclaimed you’d get the job and charm Azul in the process, but now you’re not sure. Standing here in his office, thirty-something stories in the clouds, you can’t escape the suffocating fear as it saps the oxygen from the room and renders your lungs vacant.

“I aim to surprise.”

“And surprise you have. Pleasantly, might I add.” He motions for you to sit, to which you comply and lower into the seat across from him. A mahogany desk separates you from a sparkling future. Your gaze pans from him to the man standing a few inches behind, a clipboard and pen held in both hands. Standing isn’t the right word, actually. With his height, all lithe limbs dressed darkly, he looks like a bodyguard ready to escort you to your execution should you make the wrong move. You can handle one pressed suit, but another is too much. And this one looks even more intimidating than Azul with his sharp, stoic stare. “Pay him no mind. Jade’s merely here to make note of our discussion.”

“Ah, I see. Nice to meet you, Mr. Jade.”

He nods his silent acknowledgement, two-toned eyes filling with light.

“Shall we begin?” Azul gathers a few documents, straightens them, and then dives right into the rigmarole. “I must preface this by stating our past friendship has no influence on my decision or the outcome of this interview.”

“Completely understandable,” you blurt, trigger-happy with agreement.

Don’t be a yes-man, Riddle’s words from before float through your head, stern like a parent. You’re human, not some gear meant to strengthen their corporate machine. If they can’t see that, then that’s no environment for you.

“I… Actually, it feels a little awkward talking like this,” you add with a nervous sigh. “With the stakes being so high and everything… It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, but I’m happy you’re doing well for yourself. Oh! I’m not saying that to butter you up or anything! That’s my honest opinion.”

He chuckles. “I’m also pleased to see you again. Although going forward I would like to keep this matter separate from the task at hand.”

“Right. Sorry. We got off topic.”

He flips through the papers—likely your resume and application and any other information he has on file—and hums. “It says here that you have experience managing an online platform. Would you care to elaborate?”

“Oh, that. It was for my friend’s family business. He’s a baker. The shop has a nice reputation in the neighborhood, but they don’t really have any social media presence. My friend and I thought his family could benefit from a website and a Magicam account, so we put both together. I was in charge of creating and managing the website.”

“I see.”

You notice Jade scribbling something and your heart drops into your stomach. “S-So I have experience in design and…stuff.”

Relax. Don’t pay attention to him.

“Then may I assume you’re passionate about photography and graphic design?”

“Very.”

“It’s good to have an eye for aesthetics. I can clearly see that from the samples you submitted. Your portfolio is impressive.”

“Thank you, Mr. Ashengrotto. I take pride in all of my work.”

“In that case, would you mind walking me through your portfolio?”

“I’d be happy to.” You scoot closer to his desk without thinking, gesturing to the prints he’s laid out for you. “That’s the website I designed for my friend. He wanted something simple, family-friendly, and easy to navigate. I had to appeal to both customers from the neighborhood and customers who might be visiting for the first time. Finding a balance was a little difficult, but I made it work after lots of dedicated effort.”

He gestures to another sample and you delve into the lore behind it. This carries on twice more before he indicates his satisfaction with a beaming smile.

“Aren’t you diligent?”

The delivery is more backhanded than you’d care to hear, but you choose to brush it aside. “Thank you.”

“Your baker friend… Are you employed?”

“Oh, not currently! It was just a side gig. A one-time thing.”

“Is that all?”

You open your mouth to reply and then stop. Did you hear him correctly? “Is… Is what all?”

“You may not work for him in that capacity, but you might in another capacity. ‘One-time things’ could snowball into—”

“It didn’t and it never will,” you interrupt. You realize your error seconds later and smooth out the abrasiveness in your tone. “My apologies. I meant to say that I’m not affiliated with him in any of those ways. I’m merely a friend who helped out where she could. Nothing more and nothing less.”

Azul hums flatly, as if disappointed. Jade scribbles. You swallow mounting dread.

What was that about?

“Very well. Moving swiftly on… Can you tell me about yourself? What drew you to this job?”

“I’ve always wanted to manage a social media account for a business like yours. There are so many branches. I think it’d be a very fulfilling experience.”

“Is there a particular branch you’re interested in?”

“Definitely one of your restaurants. I’ve worked with food websites and accounts before, so I have the necessary qualifications you might be seeking.”

“Social media is no easy task. It can be stressful to manage any platform in which you have a following. With that in mind, may I ask how you normally handle stressful or challenging situations?”

“I don’t get stressed very easily. I’m normally very level-headed.”

Liar. I’m so stressed right now. Sweating like crazy and everything!

As if listening in on your thoughts, Jade drags his pen across paper.

“But in the event that you might face such a situation?”

“If such a thing were to occur, I’d take a step back, analyze everything objectively, and see what I can do to mitigate the stress or difficulty that’s cropped up. If it’s a team effort, I’d gather everyone involved for a meeting so that we could discuss together.”

“And if it was an individual effort?”

“It depends on the severity of the stress. If it comes down to it, I’d have no problem notifying my supervisor or manager of the issue firsthand. The sooner you’re made aware of something, the easier it is to draw up a plan of action, right?”

“That can be true, yes.” Azul shuffles his files. “How would others describe you? From the perspective of a friend, perhaps? Or a spouse? Are you married?”

That’s…way too personal. Is that even an interview question? So far he’s asked everything Riddle went over in our mock interview. What’s up with this sudden shift?

You force a stiff laugh. “Not married yet, no…”

“Do you plan to be?”

“Um… I…don’t know. I’m focused on my career right now.”

“Ah, a career woman. Most women your age often settle down. Not you, though. Ambitious thing, aren’t you?”

Your lips twitch into the beginning of a scandalized grimace, but before you can allow your tactful façade to slip you hurry to paste an unruffled grin on your countenance. “I’m passionate,” you smoothly correct. You don’t miss the way Jade’s pen halts before he continues his duty as scribe. “If I may, Mr. Ashengrotto, did you not say you wanted to keep work and personal matters separate?”

“Forgive me. I was only testing you.”

Just what kind of test is that?

“O-Oh. Well, I hope I passed.”

“With flying colors.” He clears his throat. “Now then, what motivates you, Miss (Name)?”

“My friends and family. Myself. The food waiting for me at home.” He quirks a slight smile at that. “I always strive to do my best.”

“A fine attitude to have.”

“Mhm! I like what I do. Every day’s exciting and I love a good challenge.”

No, I don’t. I almost cried on the way here. This is too much of a challenge for me. I didn’t even think I’d get an email back from you…

“You seem like quite the optimist.” He straightens the papers once more and then clips them together. “I appreciate your insightful, honest answers.”

“Oh. Oh! Yes, right! Of course! Thank you for your time.” You practically jump out of your seat to shake his hand.

That was good, right? It felt so fast, but I did well. Right?

“If I may ask one final question…”

“Sure thing!”

Azul smiles. “Just how badly do you want this job?”

More than anything. I need this job. I’m unemployed and desperate. Please, Azul. You have to help me out.

Obviously you can’t phrase it like that, even though the spineless side of you wants to.

“I…would benefit greatly if I was hired. Working for you and your successful company would be an amazing honor.”

“Is that right?” He releases your hand. “All right. The job is yours.”

You blink at him, shocked. “Wait. It is?”

“On one condition.” Azul sits back in his plush office chair. It’s the expensive type. The one with cushions and reclining abilities. “Strip for me.”

Your blood crystallizes in your veins; your heart almost stops. “Excuse me?”

Surely he didn’t just say that. Surely he meant to say something else. Something like…strip all of your worries and accept this position? Your eyes drift over to Jade. He blinks back at you, a razored smile hidden behind his clipboard.

“If you’re willing to go to extremes for this job, prove it.”

“Mr. Ashengrotto… I…” You laugh, but nothing about this is funny. Bile rises in your throat, scalding with sickening acid. “I…”

“Go on then.” Azul waves his hand impatiently, deceptively youthful features twisting with annoyance. “I haven’t got all day.”

Your hands curl into fists, and you dig your nails into your palms so roughly that you break skin. He can’t be serious. He really can’t.

And yet he’s watching you like he expects it.

Again, you look to Jade for help. He lowers his clipboard. “It’s not polite to make one wait, Miss (Name). We pride ourselves on timely efficiency here.”

“But…” You swallow thickly, your hope slowly waning. “But this… This is absurd! I… You must be joking. I can’t possibly—”

“You can,” Azul interjects. “If you want this job, you will do just as I’ve said. Well? The choice is yours. I’ve played my hand.”

Warmth drains from your person until all that’s left is creeping cold.

Oh, you think with devastating resignation, it’s this kind of management. So this is how everyone survives here.

Inhaling through your nose, you steel yourself. Your fingers twitch towards the buttons on your blazer.

“Will I truly get the job?”

“That depends.”

“On what?” you ask, dreading the answer.

“On how far you’re willing to go.”

“C-Can he leave?”

Azul glances at Jade, a sticky smile spreading his lips wide. “Oh, you’ll hurt his feelings with that. How cruel. I can already see the tears brimming in Jade’s eyes.”

“Heartless,” Jade echoes with a sniffle.

You school your scowl into something friendly. “I… I’m sorry, but I don’t feel comfortable with him here…”

“And you do with me? I’m flattered, but our past has nothing to do with this. I’m grateful you bothered to give me a Valentine every school year, but those days are behind us. So stop wasting my time. It’s money, and every second you spend stalling is a Madol lost.”

Your lip trembles, but you don’t cry. You won’t give either of these rotten monsters the satisfaction.

“H-How much do I have to undress to get the job?” You toy with a button, regret pooling in your stomach.

It’s not worth it. I should leave.

You should, but can you?

“We’ll see. I’m feeling generous today, so your fortune may just be favorable.”

Hopeless, you shut your eyes, exhale a defeated breath, and harden your features into something unshakeable.

I’m sorry, Riddle. I’m not a gear here. I’m not even human.

Slowly, while holding unbreakable eye contact, you undo each button on your blazer. You shrug out of it seconds later, dropping it to the floor unceremoniously. Azul and Jade follow your movements like expert predators ensorcelled by prey.

Here, in this hellish bathyal zone, I’m just a whale fall.

From there, you move to your blouse next. You untuck it from your pencil skirt, allowing the fabric to fall freely. Deft fingers work at the buttons, traveling further down until there’s nothing left of the garment protecting your nudity. That, too, joins the slowly forming heap on the floor. The action leaves both men transfixed, and they eye your lacy white bralette as if attempting to sear the sight into their retinas. At one point, Jade decides to write something down. You fondly contemplate all the ways in which he should die.

“Will that be all?”

“Keep going.”

“Haven’t I done enough?”

“If you have room in that mouth to voice complaints, you can stuff it with my—”

You yank your pencil skirt down, silencing the sin that was ready to spill from Azul’s lips. Jade doesn’t muffle his snicker. Again, you fantasize about pushing him out the window.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

With trembling hands, you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra. It’s peeled from your chest then, exposing your tits for their ravenous leering. Their silence says enough. After what feels like an eternity, Azul stops you when you start to slide your panties down.

“I’ve seen enough.”

“On the contrary, I’ve yet to have my fill.” Jade smiles at you, hiding behind his clipboard like the coy bastard he is.

You stand there, clutching your bra so tightly your knuckles ache. “Is… Is it over?”

“For now.”

At that, you fall to your knees, wrap your arms around your chest, and suck in great gulps of air. Fixing your stare on the floor, you find yourself unable to meet his azure hues. If you do, you may just vomit. Footsteps click their way over to you. He pauses; you can feel his gaze burning through you. And then his fingers ghost over your bare shoulder, dancing like playful puppets.

“You start Monday. Bright and early,” Azul says. There’s a detached, clinical edge to the fluff. “I expect wonderful things from you, Miss Marketing Manager.”

As if his words have materialized to topple you—to shatter what’s left of your dignity—you almost collapse. Your arms shoot out to catch you; your palms press against the icy tiles. Still, you don’t cry. Jade’s leather shoes enter your line of sight, which immediately dries your ducts. You don’t have to look to see the satisfied smirk sharpening on his lips because you hear it.

“I must thank you for the entertaining show. Perhaps you should have considered a career in acting.” He drapes your blazer over your shoulders for added effect.

It’s the loudest fuck you in the quietest sentence.

I hope you die a million painful deaths, you despotic, disgusting dickhead.

When you finally stagger out of the building—fully clothed and gutted—dropping thirty-something floors from heaven to the sensible earth below in a compact lift, you fish your phone out of your bag. You’re moving on autopilot when you press his contact. Trey answers on the third ring.

“I was waiting for this call. So what’s the news? Am I baking a celebration cake or a consolation cake? I’m ready for either one. Just say the word.”

The tears are already streaming down your face. You wipe them away, smudging your makeup in the process. “No consolation needed. I… I got the job…”

“See? I knew you’d get it. This’ll be the best celebration cake you’ve ever tasted. Just you wait and—hey, you okay? You don’t sound good.”

You open and close your mouth, unable to pull a reply from the dry depths of your throat. For one minute, Trey listens to your soft, hiccuping sobs. “I’m just—” you sniffle— “I’m so happy… I can’t wait to eat cake.”

#yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere azul #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #n/sfw

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mommybard · 2 years ago

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So, I might’ve found a group out there as depraved as those tentacle fuckers. Get this, some people get off on the idea of hypnosis and mind control, whether it’s willingly giving up control to someone or something else or getting corrupted into it. I know, strange, right? Can you just imagine it. Think about it for a moment. Clear your thoughts for me. Empty your mind. Now just picture someone out there getting off on hypnosis. Not just simple versions of it either, like those stage shows where the person makes the volunteers humiliate themselves for others enjoyment. But deep, hypnotic states. Having your mind go blank from just a few words, a simple phrase, or even just visual cues. Either rendering you little more than a human doll or bringing out a whole new personality. And the variety of ways they want it done, it’s fascinating, really. Some of them want to be strapped into a VR machine and get blasted over and over with audio and visual cues. Slowly having the connections in their mind either re-done or erased entirely as they’re exposed to it. Making their iq drop, filling their now-empty minds with lewd thoughts and ideas. Erasing all the worry about the world and stress that was there and replacing it with better things to focus on. Like how empty their mouth feels, wouldn’t it be better to have a nice cock against their tongue or get to feel their lips wrapped around a nipple? Why worry about work when they can worry about how achingly vacant their holes are? What’s the point in stressing about things when they can focus on how cute they can look to try to get more strap/cock~? Can you believe how fucking depraved that is? Others don’t want it to happen so obviously though. You can’t really forget being strapped down and forced to watch and listen to things, and might try to fight against it. They want a more subtle approach, or a slow burn. Getting tricked into it even appeals to these deviants. Opening an email that just happens to have a short video or message that plants an idea but makes them think it’s something innocuous. Being shown a quick thing by someone they trust, or sometimes even a stranger for some of them, and having it start them on their journey. Over time getting slowly exposed more and more to these little things that add up, making them slowly go from who they are, to a bit more open, dressing a bit more revealing. Their mind getting corrupted bit by bit from their normal thought process, to having trouble thinking about anything other than something lewd, to fully embracing the perverted and depraved~ And yet there are still more out there who don’t want it to happen like those. Tech? Psh. That’s too tame for them. Tech can be reversed after all. No, they want something more permanent. Something more…magical in nature. Whether it’s a curse put on them, a part of a demonic bargain, or simply drinking the wrong potion. Having their own control over their bodies supplanted by other powers. Some might introduce little whispers in their mind, slowly guiding them down a path of sluthood, pushing them further along that route until they’re practically begging people in the street to please use their body as a fucktoy, to give them another taste of the pleasures they’ve become addicted to, to violate and defile them. It can also be a rapid shift for some, having their consciousness locked away in their mind, unable to control their body but forced to watch as the demon they made a deal with changes them, warps them, ruins them. Trying to escape the restraints they’re in and take control back even as they’re constantly assaulted by the new sensations and experiences the otherworldly power subjects their body to~ I tell you sweetie, there are some really depraved people out there, willing to do such strange things to themselves for the sake of pleasure~

#nsft posts #mind control #tw mind control #mind control tw

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rius-cave · 10 months ago

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I know quite a lot about prison life for someone who's never been to jail.

The best way to gain power in prison is, ironically, through making deals (like demons in hell). If you keep your word enough, you become known as someone reliable and trustworthy to those that used to have power outside (like mafia bosses).

So, in prison, the most powerful people are (a) The Store Man, (b) bookies, (c) anyone who has connections to the outside, or (d) scholars.

Luci could rise to power from being a scholar or an outside connection. Like someone who could help you get a lawyer to re-examine your case or help you study your own case (there is a surprising number of self-made lawyers who get their law education in prison).

MOST likely though, Luci could be a Store Man: someone who runs a small store in his cell and makes deals (like: for the price of three Ramen noodles, I could get you a pack of cigarettes, but you'll owe me four Ramen next time due to interest). They may seem harmless at first, but they know everyone's debts and will make the rest of your sentence hell if you don't pay up. Plus, they are untouchable because they've anchored themselves as a pillar of the community. They don't even have to hire bodyguards, because the whole prison knows that if anything happens to the Store Man, the small pleasures of the outside world (like candy or nerdy socks or even drugs) will be gone forever. And the amount of brains, business know-how, and client history they have are irreplaceable. Once you lose a Store Man, he's gone. I think he would be known throughout the prison as the guy that can get you a cool rubber duck. It's a little taste of home that you can't get anywhere else that just brings a little spark of joy in such a hopeless place, and all the inmates are absolutely feral for them.

I like the idea that Luci gains power in prison from just being a nice, helpful guy. (Apparently, nice guys do very, very well in prison, as long as they treat everyone with a certain level of kindness and respect. Kinda like what Charlie is trying to to accomplish with the Hotel.)

Holy shit. You have no idea how awesome this is, actually! I really wish I knew more about prisons now tbh LMAO but this actually helps a lot!

I definitely agree with your idea about this being the way that Lucifer gained power! So I think that, taking this into consideration, I think there's three main things that made people respect him and fear him

1: like you said, he is actually a pretty nice dude, he's kind and even tends to respect the most vulnerable in prison. I'd like to think that it's actually thanks to him that the rate of assaults in that prison are so somewhat low. He brings a certain order to the place, and is also in control of the whole "inside economy" so to speak.

2: He is rich, so he actually DOES have incredible power outside of prison. Charlie is able to visit him a lot because he has great lawyers. I'd imagine he is also able to hook up some people with lawyers and reduce their sentences a little bit.

3: he is actually REALLY strong, and maybe most of the inmates have never witnessed it with their own two eyes, and not a lot of people really know why everyone fears him, but there are rumors going around that Lucifer is there because he killed 10 people on his own, cold-blooded. This is of course, an exaggeration, he only killed 1 person and it was to protect his daughter, but it the rumor got out of his hands and he doesn't care to correct it. It is especially believable because of that one time Lucifer sent an inmate to the hospital for 6 months for having made a... Let's say, poor in taste comment about Charlie. Nobody saw that guy again.

Lastly, that one DEFINITELY sounds like Angel! We know Angel is hyper sexual, but he IS also part of a mafia family (which is why he's in prison) so he'd definitely have those kinds of tricks up his sleeve!

#this was so awesome thanks for letting me know about this!#hazbin hotel #lucifer #angel #ask #prison au

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stormyweaver · 1 year ago

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Computer Virus - Vo/x, Ha/zbin Ho/tel

I couldn't not post this eventually. Been rattling around in my drafts for a while so I figured it was time it see's more than just the light of a few people's gazes. Also idk great details about computers/television besides google so uh, yeah lol. (Contains illness and minor mentions of mess) Summary: Vo/x is reminded why he never lets his co-workers use his private tech. AKA Vale/ntino you asshole.

“Fug’ck’s sake…”

Vox swallowed hard - then immediately wished he hadn’t. The action brought a pronounced, throbbing ache along the swollen, tender flesh of his throat. What had started as a barely there tickle and a slight stiffness in his joints steadily morphed into a definite virus - one that decided to bring family and friends, because it felt like his entire being was bogged down with congestion, discomfort and malaise.

In short: It fucking sucked, and he could only blame fucking Valentino.

Every time the asshole had an issue with his laptop, he always, always used Vox’s personal one - seriously, he was gonna need to triple encrypt it at this point to keep him out - and managed to download a fucking nasty malware via some kind of porn site. By the time Vox had connected his own system to the device, it was already too late, and by the time he’d found the source, it had already been transferred to him. Part of him couldn’t be pissed at Valentino. Like, truly couldn’t. Valentino would just start cussing him out; How should I know what the fuck a computer virus looks like? What the hell is malware, anyway? On and on and on, until finally Vox would grow weary and just ban him from using any of his devices EVER again.

A sigh ghosted past Vox’s lips, followed by a sniffle - the sound so thick, sodden and heavy that it nearly had his skin crawling. To know that he didn’t even have a nose, let alone sinuses to get swollen and yet he felt so unbearably full to the brim with congestion… It was disgusting.

He almost wanted to sneeze, if to have a brief moment where his head didn’t feel so full to bursting. Almost.

Maybe if he could call it one-and-done, but nooo. He could never sneeze just once. They came in bursts, itchy expulsions that seemed to tumble out on top of each other, so damned excited to finally be let loose. And they left Vox panting, sniveling and mortified as he tried to mop the fluid that seeped from his vents and lips. Fuck, it was so gross.

Groaning, he shifted onto his side and tugged the duvet tighter over his shoulders - he hadn’t left bed for a good few hours but fuck it. The day was a wash the moment he’d slept through his alarm. Velvette and Valentino (the virus-peddling-moth-fucker) could manage without him for one damn day. His eyes were close to shutting completely, once again allowing the haze of sleep to take over - until he felt it. Just there, right behind his eyes; an inkling of prickling irritation. He whined, squinting and uselessly screwing his expression up as though he did have a nose to wriggle and twitch. Please, just let me sleep for a minute…

As if infuriated at the mere idea that Vox wouldn’t allow himself the pleasure of sneezing, the sensation all but exploded, and a sharp hitch flew past his lips. “Fuhhhck m’be, plhhheease…!” Okay, maybe that was a little weird to be gasping out in bed - alone but, he simply didn’t care. In the moment, all Vox could do was gasp and sputter, a few more lewd-leaning sounds spilling past trembling lips before the television demon’s system couldn’t stand to have the intense irritation linger a moment longer. “heh’IISSCHHH’HIEW!”

The first sneeze always managed to take him by surprise, if nothing else than because he was still stunned he could even sneeze so hard without a fucking nose. He cringed, feeling the pillowcase beneath his head grow a bit damp - ughhh, fucking gross - but he had all of two seconds to dwell on the mess factor before a shiver rippled down his spine. “hHHZZSCHH’hiew! hHHZZ’NGSHHh! Hehh!! Ehhh’IZZSCHH’OOoo! Unnghh… fu’huuugck…”

A pitiful whine trailed after the last exhausting sneeze. It felt like someone had just sucked whatever was left of his damned soul out of his ailing body. And the congestion somehow seemed worse, sluggishly dripping onto his already soiled pillowcase. It plugged his ears and made his head spin even while laying down.

Despite how Vox wanted to immediately throw himself into the pits of hell itself, he settled on nuzzling deeper into his covers and tugging the comforter forcefully over his head.

Fuck a day off. At this rate, the other Vee’s were lucky if they managed to get him back in a week.

#greywrites;#//i literally have so much more filth in my brain for this man but for now #hope y'all enjoy~

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roguelov · 8 months ago

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imagine dream/hob eating y/n out on dreams throne👀

or riding dream/hob on dreams throne?🥵

… you get me on so many levels and I appreciate you 🥰 now hear me out (cuz this idea smacked me as read your lovely idea) … you and Hob fucking on Dream’s throne while Dream watches 🤭

Maybe Dream who has been so busy with his duties and maybe you and Hob wanted to have a bit of fun (and maybe even trying to get Dream’s attention)

…

You are completely bare. Your clothes scatter up the stairs and around the regal, yet ominous throne. Only one sits here, but now it is your sit while one of your loves, Hob, sinks to his knees and happily begins to eat you out.

Your legs are thrown over his shoulders while his tongue swirls around drawing out such pretty noises from you. Your moans echo in the large vast empty place, mixing with the sinfully and downright vile wet sounds. Your fingers tangle into Hob’s hair yanking him closer as you buck your hips up. Wanting and needing to see you unravel, Hob slips in two fingers pumping them at just the right angle while he sucks on your clit.

You moan out his name. You are so very, very close.

“And what do we have here?” A familiar hypnotic voice calls out.

Your eyes snap down to find Dream slowly walking up the winding steps. His eyes lock with yours, and a certain thrill crackles down your spine.

Hob chuckles. He can feel the way your walls clamp down on his fingers. He pulls his mouth away, glancing over his shoulder. He smiles so softly, despite how his lips are coated with your juices. “Just a bit of fun, love.”

“I can see that,” Dream answers. “Must it be on my throne?”

“Why not?” Hob shrugs then laughs lightly. He curls his fingers making you gasp.

Dream’s eyes flash black, making you shiver. You move your hips, desperate for more from Hob. And in the moment, he is willing to give it. But, he also had an idea.

“Let’s put a show for him, yeah?” Hob smirks.

You didn’t need to think twice, you mumble a ‘yes’. And once you did, Hob picks you up, frees his aching cock, and gently guides you down on it. You throw your head back onto Hob’s shoulder, whining. Hob kisses the side of your head and whispers how perfect you are.

Dream, however, stands a few steps back transfixed.

“You - love, Dream - can watch, but no touching,” Hob states.

Dream’s eyes take over you and Hob, specifically on where you connect. Hob’s thick cock now fully inside of you as you create a wonderful dripping mess. Dream’s eyes dart back up to Hob. “Then put on a show for me.”

Hob hums, “With pleasure, ready love?”

You nod, biting your lip.

“Wonderful,” Hob kisses your head once more before he lifts you up and brings you back down.

Your nails claw into Hob’s thighs as soon you find a pace to match him. You bounce on his cock, moaning out his name.

“We have a guest, love, why don’t you say his name?” Hob teases.

You slowly look up at Dream. You lean forward a bit, trying to get closer to him. At this new angle, you immediately cry out Dream’s name. He can feel his cock, straining in his pants. He strolls forward until he is standing directly in front of you.

“No touching,” Hob reminds through gritted teeth.

“I know,” Dream hums. He leans down, his breath fans across your neck. “Does it feel good, my dear? Do you feel full?”

You nod, unable to say a word.

“Because you look magnificent,” he purrs. His mouth waters thinking about sucking on your nipples. He wish he could play with them to hear you cry out his name again. His gaze flickers to Hob. “How does she feel?”

“So, so good,” he moans, bucking up.

Dream chuckles, “And did she taste divine too?”

“Yes,” Hob whispers, picking up his pace. The slaps of skin against skin now growing louder.

Dream smirks. He may not be able to touch, but he certainly knew how to take control and have his own fun. “Such perfect lovers, I dare say I could watch you both all day.”

#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #robert gadling #hob gadling #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #hob Gadling x reader #hob x reader #Morpheus x reader x hob #Dream x reader x hob #x reader #afab!reader #ask #smut #starrypansies

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paniniichan · 6 months ago

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Ballade of the Lost Ones - Wandering / Chapter 2

Characters: Yuzuru, Tsumugi, Niki, Madara, Rei Proofreaders: Aru, Oli, Azu

＜Several Days After the Bag Thief Incident＞

Yuzuru: Cleaning, cleaning, funfufufu~n♪

Moving the broom to a fixed rhythm is the most efficient way to sweep up the falling petals. My skills haven’t faltered either.

Ah, meeting expectations as expected…♪

Oh, there seem to be more sakura petals falling over there. I’d like to clean those too if possible.

But I’m almost out of time, and in addition, I mustn’t completely take over someone else’s job. I must restrain myself.

Tsumugi: ……

……? (Rubbing his eyes as if he’s hallucinating)

Yuzuru: Oh? Aoba-sama, a pleasure to see you.

You seem to be in a state of shock, are you alright?

What is the reason for you staring at me with such bewilderment?

Tsumugi: …Ah, this is ES, right? My brain confused this place for Yumenosaki Academy for a moment there.

Maybe I should instead be asking why you’re cleaning here, Fushimi-kun? ES has its own cleaning staff, after all.

Yuzuru: I am well aware. I believe a member of staff was cleaning here until a short while ago, but it seems they’ve been absent for a while now.

When my hand subconsciously reached for it, a strong yearning swept over me and I simply began to clean.

Since I have been living in the dormitory and no longer need to clean the Himemiya Family’s estate, I’ve completely lost the opportunity to pick up a broom.

Tsumugi: Ah. Now that you mention it, I can see what you mean.

You don’t need to use a broom in any of the dormitory rooms. And all the other spaces are cleaned by the janitorial staff.

Yuzuru: It is as you say– Ah, it’s that time already…!

Thank you very much for your understanding, Aoba-sama. Anzu-san has called for me after this, so you’ll have to excuse me soon.

Tsumugi: Eh? You too, Fushimi-kun?

Truthfully, I’ve been called by Anzu-chan as well. You’re heading to the “COCHI” Meeting Room, right?

I was also going to head over there in just a moment.

Yuzuru: You’re going as well, Aoba-sama? I was sure it was a task I had to take care of.

Judging by this situation, others may be assembled as well.

＜30 Minutes Later. “COCHI”, a Coffee Shop Near ES Building＞

Niki: Huff, huff. Hiyaaaa~☆

Madara: Hi there! –Huh, wait? What’s up, Niki-san? You’re sweating like crazy.

Yuzuru: So it seems that Sakuma-sama, Mikejima-sama, Aoba-sama, Shiina-sama, and myself were all summoned to this place.

Niki: –Wha!? There’re way more people here than just me!?

What even is this? Anzu-neesan told me to come here so she could get my help with something, no doubt about it–

I thought I was gonna be taste-testing a new menu item, I even skipped all the way here from the dorms!?

I never once gave up, even when it felt like my legs were gonna break!!

Rei: So then, is that why you’re sweating so much? I can’t imagine you’d sweat that much naturally in early spring.

Madara: Hahaha☆ Aren’t you just overflowing with energy?!

Niki: Noooo, I can’t do this anymore… I used up all my energy just getting here, I can’t move anymore. Goodbye, cruel world…!

Rei: Shiina-kun, what on earth are you doing? You’re being unexpectedly serious.

Tsumugi: It would be fine if you ate something while waiting for Anzu-chan, wouldn’t it? There’s still some time until the meeting is supposed to start.

Niki: Whoa! That’s a great idea!! Alrighty, I’ll take one “Seasonal Burger Plate”!

＜About 10 Minutes Later＞

Niki: Nomnomnom…♪

Madara: Niki-san sure eats a lot. Since I’m a big eater myself, I feel a sort of connection with you ☆

Yuzuru: I do recall Mikejima-sama set up food and drink carts at the school gates relatively frequently.

Madara: That really brings back the memories. I can remember how a furious Keito-san would rush in after a while like it was just yesterday. Hahaha!

Yuzuru: Please do not laugh about such matters. As I was not a member of the student council at that time, I could only watch and remain in my position–

Oh? It seems like Anzu-san arrived at some point during that exchange. In that case, let’s end the stories of reminiscence.

Anzu-san, welcome. …Yes, there are five of us gathered here.

Ah, now that everyone who Anzu-san called for is present, shall we begin?

For what important matter did you bring us here today?

Eh? There’s someone you want to introduce me to?

–Ah, you are…

Niki: Nomnom– Aaah~! Aren’t you that guy whose bag was snatched the other day!?

Rei: What on earth do you mean by snatched?

Yuzuru: Truthfully–

＜Several Minutes Later＞

Rei: …Hm. So to summarise your story–

Fushimi-kun and Shiina-kun happened upon a scene of larceny, and this man they helped also happens to be a film director.

Madara: It seems that coincidences like these truly do exist.

Though I don’t think I’ve heard the story of “I met someone downtown who also happened to be a film director” before.

Rei: Well, there is a phrase that reality is often stranger than fiction.

In any case, this director wanted to request for Fushimi-kun and Shiina-kun to star in his film and therefore made an offer to ES for a film production, however…

At the present moment, ES’ hands are full and he was pushed aside.

Tsumugi: It’s a shame to say this, but as someone who is involved with office management I can give some insight.

Every department has its hands full with something this time of year, so it’s not easy to plan new projects. Therefore I think something like a movie that takes a lot more time is even more likely to be dismissed.

Niki: Hm? Isn’t that strange though? Why did Director-san come here with Anzu-neesan if ES rejected it?

Yuzuru: I believe Anzu-san raised her hand to take on this plan as a part of “P Choice”.

Rei: Oh, I see. What a good idea.

After becoming an independent individual from the “P Association”, Ojou-chan has become responsible for the “P Choice” project.

Certainly, since this is the case, she can also take over projects that have been rejected from ES.

Niki: So then the reason we were called here today is… Yuzuru: We will be appearing in this director’s film as a part of “P Choice”, correct?

#enstars #yuzuru fushimi #tsumugi aoba #niki shiina #madara mikejima #rei sakuma #enstarstl

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pjisskullourful · 7 days ago

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶

🌼 Damiano × reader

part 32 [series masterpost]

18+ readers only!!!🔥 very dirty playtime, the word hole makes 13 appearances

° Damiano David/female reader insert

° you bring a new, kinky idea to your boyfriend, truly surprising him

wordcount:: 5,713

° anon request: i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader. [requests are open! but commissions get priority& more control, book your own here!!]

° [ITA:] cazzo: fuck

You were sitting alone in the bedroom. You had left the living room behind after Damiano had stepped out for a cigarette when the episode of The Last of Us finished.

You had taken your tail-decorated anal plug out of its box, giving the toy a thorough inspection. Specifically you were looking at the spot where the tail connected to the plug’s base, showing this mechanism more curiosity than ever before. It hadn’t mattered to you in the time since being presented this gift, but now you needed to know.

You found it wasn’t any kind of hook, nor was it a button. Instead it attached thanks to a series of grooves. You got the fluffy tail removed by pushing it closer to the base, you heard a quiet click. Then you twisted and found the correct direction, getting the plug loose.

You were feeling quite satisfied, the limp cat tail draped across your lap. You had figured it out without your boyfriend’s help, which gave you the benefit of not having to explain why you wanted the two pieces to be separate. Whether or not you shared the reason with him had been dependent upon this result. Now that you were holding the detached anal plug, you decided you were going to share your developing fantasy with him.

But you didn’t have to seek him out to do this. You hadn’t had the chance to get up from the bed before he appeared in the doorway, approaching you.

“Hey, are we going to watch more episodes tonight?” He asked. “‘Cause I really wanna see…” He trailed off, his eyes going to what you currently possessed, a smile developing on his face. “What are you up to, babygirl?”

“Probably not what you’re thinking.” You said, smiling too because the fantasy and the way you knew it would surprise him was giving you a sense of being emboldened. “It might seem kinda random to you at first. But do you remember when we played sexy Jenga?”

“Of course.”

“We did some ass-specific playing that night and it’s led me to fantasizing about something kind of similar, but also kind of not.” You said.

“Well I’m always curious to hear about the dirty things my dirty toy has been thinking up.” He said.

You held his eyes as you went directly to the point. “Do you ever think about pegging?”

He wasn’t ready with anything flirty or witty to say back to this at first. His eyes grew wider as he truly absorbed what you had said. His mouth opened, but he didn’t make any sounds.

You could only wonder what he was thinking. Did he see this the same way that you did, as a product of all the corruption he had so tirelessly fed you?

“Um, no.” He said, scratching at his head as his eyes routinely switched from looking at your face to looking at the butt plug you still held. “I can’t say that I do think about that. You do?”

“A bit. Not really before we had that game of Jenga. You were really sexy how much you liked that rim job. And then I was already super turned on when I was grinding on your ass. It felt so much better than I was expecting it would. That motion and the stimulation on my clit- it was fantastic. It’s stayed in my mind, a lot.

“And as I’ve been thinking about it, my mind has been adding to it, wondering how it could be recreated, even improved, possibly. I realised that something like pegging, even though I’ve never done it, could be the key to doing something we both could get a lot of pleasure from at the same time.” You explained.

The shock was less present on his face now. But he didn't appear as relaxed as before, you could tell that smile wasn’t on the verge of coming back onto his lips.

“I knew you were having fun grinding on my ass, which I wrote down as a prompt for myself. I just didn’t realise it had been that much fun for you.” He said.

“Is that okay?” You asked.

“What? Of course it is, kitty. There’s nothing wrong with you finding something that turns you on.” He said.

You were watching him carefully, looking for those silent indicators of what was going on in his head. “Even this?”

“I…” He stopped himself, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he gave his response more consideration. “It’s hard for me to know what to think, because I’ve never thought about this before, not really. I haven't had anything more than one finger and a tongue in my hole before, and not at the same time. And I’ve never felt like I’ve needed more. But that’s beside the point.

“The point is: I can’t just say sure, fuck my ass, I’m sure it will feel amazing. Because I don’t know if I could literally take it.” He said.

You knew exactly where you stood - now it was up to you to help him (and by extension, both of you) get some clarity. “Are you saying no?”

He sighed and dropped his eyes to the ground. “No, but I’m also not saying yes.”

“Okay, if that’s where we’re at…” You said, nodding.

He came over and sat down on the bed with you, not yet touching you. “I’m sorry if this isn’t the response you were hoping for, you’ve just totally caught me off guard with this, kitten.”

You playfully poked a finger at his chest. “Consider it a taste of your own medicine.” You took his hand with yours, going for a softer tone. “You don’t have to be sorry.”

His eyes were focused on your face now and it seemed like he was looking for something, rather than just looking at you. “I’m just trying to see, see if I can recognise that shy girl from the start of our relationship. That girl who got nervous when I looked at her. She really has been led down the path of corruption, hasn't she?”

“More like she went skipping down that path.” You said. “And I’m not sorry for it.”

He put his hand to your cheek as he moved in for a chaste kiss. “Good, I don’t want you to be sorry for it. ‘Cause I’m not, either.”

Already feeling more connected to him, you rested your hand on his thigh. “If you remember the girl who got flustered and nervous when you stared at her, then you probably remember the girl who was kind of scared by anal before we did it…”

Suddenly his back became straighter, his entire body a little more rigid. “I’m not scared.”

“And I’m not saying you are, Damiano.” You calmly responded. “I’m talking about how my experience went. It was so intimidating because it was so unknown and it got really built upon in my head. I was convinced that it would hurt, like a lot, and that it would be too different to the kind of sex I was used to so I wouldn’t be able to get the same pleasure from it.

“But I had the perfect partner to try it with. You were so sweet and you took it exactly as slowly as I needed, there was never any question of how you would treat my boundaries. And you made it romantic, which I didn’t think was possible before you did it.

“The thing that really helped me and kept me so turned on, was that pleasing you pleases me so fucking much.” You said, scooting closer to him so that your sides were now touching. “It barely hurt and there was so much to enjoy that whatever minor discomfort was outweighed, like, a thousand times over by how much I enjoyed it.”

You hesitated as you awaited his response. “I’m not being pushy or anything, am I?”

“No. Persistent, yes. But pushy, no. It’s sexy when you get fixated on a fantasy and I’ve told you before how much I think the corruption suits you. But I just don’t know if I’m on board, not yet, at least.” He said.

You kept talking - all of these ideas you had been waiting to share. “If you don't want it to be so completely out of norm for you, then we don’t have to make it super submissive. Just because you’ll be the one getting fucked doesn’t mean you won’t be the dom. I could still call you Daddy throughout, or Master. You could even degrade me, if that’s what you want, if that’s what turns you on.”

“Wow. You must really want to peg me.” He said.

“Of all the things that you’ve taught me, I think one of the most important lessons is to stop policing my pleasure. We used to talk about that a lot, you thought I was kind of repressed and you wanted me to stop denying my sexual identity and desires.” You said.

“But what if this isn’t one of my sexual desires?” He asked.

“But you love it when I eat your ass.” You said, referring back to the seed of this fantasy.

“But that’s so different to pegging and I think you know that.” He said.

“I just don't see why you won’t at least give it a try. I thought you would want to explore more of that p-spot.” You said.

He got up from the bed. “I don’t know what I want. I need- I’m gonna go have another smoke.”

“Okay, take all the time you need, babe.” You said and you watched him leave the room without hesitation, without even a quick glance back at you.

You looked down at the plug in your lap and felt something of a disappointment. Had you been expecting that his response would be to instantly bend over and spread his hole for you? Not exactly. But you hadn't anticipated such resistance. You had been looking forward to surprising him, but now you were the one feeling a great deal of surprise, and you didn’t really know what to do with it.

You weren’t sure how to act. It was as if his uncharacteristic reaction had taken away some of your familiarity, making you question the way you would typically behave.

But you knew to leave him alone. Crowding him wouldn’t accomplish anything. You knew that you didn’t have the perfect thing to say to get him totally on board, so you avoided the veranda.

You distracted yourself by loading dirty crockery into the dishwasher. After setting that, you went into the office room to check one of the bags that was packed for your upcoming visit to America. It was going to be your longest stay, so you were putting more thought into which makeup to take than you usually would. What was too much? Which items would you regret leaving behind?

Concentration on this task was a lot better than mentally arguing with yourself over whether it was a good or bad idea to bring pegging up to Damiano.

You were considering the colours of an eyeshadow palette when he reappeared, cautiously walking into the room. He had his hands back in his pockets as he lingered not far from the doorway.

“Hi.” He said, his voice almost shy.

“Hey, babe.”

“It’s important to me- I really need to make sure that you’re not feeling like I think you're gross, ‘cause pegging is dirty but in a negative way. ‘Cause you have never done that to me, no matter what kink I bring to you. I literally ask you to eat my ass and you don’t act like it’s nasty or gross or too far, you never discourage me and I want to give that energy back to you.

“You are not disgusting. Babygirl, I’ve never thought that you were and you need to know that.” He said and you released a breath you hadn’t noticed yourself holding. “You’re the opposite of disgusting to me. This confidence that you have in what you wanna try is really sexy. Your curiosity for more is literally everything that a dom hopes for. And you’re such a good problem-solver.

“But I don’t know if I can say one hundred percent that I’m on the same page as you about this. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be, or that I never will be. But this is how I’m feeling currently.” He said and you could appreciate the effort that had gone into picking every word, clear concern for the effect of each.

You nodded as you listened then waited for him to definitely be finished speaking. “That’s okay. I always intended for this to be something we would have a discussion about ‘cause I need to know your boundaries. It wasn’t instantly and spontaneously going to go to pegging, though. We don’t have the necessary equipment, so you can just chill.”

“I am chill.” He quickly defended while you were getting to your feet.

“Okay, Dami.” You said as you crossed the floor over to him. Once you were standing directly in front of him, you pulled him into an embrace. “Thank you for saying all of that. I love you.”

He held you securely in his arms. “I love you too.”

You were grateful for the way that he didn’t let go, letting you settle yourself in this moment. You felt like you could melt into him, and he could go back to being incredibly familiar in your mind. You could melt into him, with no resistance between you.

You turned your face forward and inhaled once your nose was pressed against him. Your fingers savoured the soft fabric of his shirt as you gradually drew your hands down his back.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured, that was never the point.” You said, earning you a kiss amongst your hair. “What I want is for you to feel turned on because it turns me on. Having that and not sharing it with you felt wrong. I knew that no matter how good it felt in my head was a weak imitation of how it would be having it with you, baby.”

The way his arms were wrapped around you slightly altered, but the firmness was maintained. “It turns you on, do you want to tell me about that?”

You smiled to yourself, relieved and excited by what his curiosity for more details meant. “It was really sexy giving you so much pleasure like that. It made me feel proud of myself, like it’s something I wanna show off about, almost. Like, ‘look what I can reduce this grown-ass man to’, when you let me.

“You talked about coming and ruining that carpet fuckin’ fast. It’s an incredible compliment, over something I hadn’t ever considered before meeting you. It happened so many months ago but I think about it and I still feel legitimately hot, like blushing and look at me.” You said as he was readjusting his hold, allowing you to look at each other again. “Do you see that?”

You wrapped your fingers around his wrist so you could place his hand to your forehead. “It’s not quite a fever, but do you feel that?” You asked before laying his hand to your cheek.

He smiled, his fingers caressing you. “I do feel it, this is a warm kitty.”

“On those days when I’ve gone to the studio with you…” You began and he was sliding his fingers down your face, moving towards your neck. “I thought about it then.” His smile grew wider and his intrigue was all of the encouragement that you needed. “Specifically when you would be doing your vocal warm-ups.” You couldn’t help but giggle.

“What? While I’m literally working? That’s so naughty.” He said.

“I know. That really fuckin’ adds to it.” You said as his hands moved from your neck to the top of your chest. “I would think and wonder to myself the kind of noises and high notes that you could hit if my tongue was in your hole. I’ve imagined how amazing you could sound if I was just relentless on that p-spot.”

He had stopped moving his hand, now content for it to rest on your breast. His fingers conformed to its shape, holding over the thin material of your shirt. “I noticed you watching me doing those repetitive exercises and I remember wondering why. I didn’t get why you would wanna watch me doing possibly the most boring part of being a singer.”

“It wasn't boring in my head.” You said. Silently, you struggled with the choice of watching his lips or looking into his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess it just takes courage and the right mindset to make anything depraved.” He said.

He began to kiss you before you could think of a reply to what he had said. You tightened your arms around his waist while your mouth relaxed, granting his tongue access between your lips. He transferred his hand from on top of your shirt to beneath it and you felt like you could do a different kind of melting.

“Are you my naughty girl?” He asked, barely separating his mouth from yours.

“Fuck yeah, I am.” You said.

“You’re so naughty that you’re thinking about eating ass right now.” He said.

“You’re probably thinking about it more.” You said.

“I don’t know if it’s the kind of thing that can be measured.” He said.

You reached your hand lower so that you could grab his ass. “We could have a whole discussion about this, or we could just go into bed and I could actually eat your ass.” You were surprised when he paused so you switched to a less flirty tone. “We can put a pin in that other conversation for now. And like I said, we don’t have the right supplies. You’re in charge, if all you wanna feel is my mouth and a finger, then that’s exactly what you’ll get.”

He nodded and you saw no more flashes of uncertainty in his eyes. “That’s all I need.”

You departed the office, he led the way back into the bedroom. You headed toward the mattress without hesitation. You sat down and immediately relocated the toy you had been inspecting earlier, placing both items on the ground beside your side of the bed.

As you started to lie down and get comfortable, you noticed that he hadn’t yet joined you. He was at the closet, looking through the section where the sex toys were stored.

When he came towards the mattress, you saw the box for an internal vibrator in his hands. He was already opening it to get to the device. “I liked what you were saying about finding something mutually pleasurable. It’s a different idea to yours. But we should have fun together.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” You said.

He puckered his lips and blew a kiss in your direction. “Do you wanna get naked for me?”

“Always.” You said as you got to this task at once. “Well, maybe that’s not entirely accurate. It’s more like: most of the time, so long as I’m not having a bad day with my self-esteem, or on my period. But just saying always seemed way sexier.”

He furrowed his brow as he looked at you. “Do you want me to ask the question again, so then you can just say the sexy answer?”

You laughed as you tossed aside your underwear, your last article of clothing. “No, I don’t think that’s necessary.” You propped yourself up on your knees. “But what is definitely necessary is you taking your clothes off.”

He started to do this without putting the device or its small remote down. He was reminding himself of the different modes and their speeds, potentially making a mental plan of how to inflict them upon you.

You saw that his dick was already starting to get firm as he took his briefs down. You eagerly moved closer, even as he treated this as a non-event, still concentrating on the vibrator. You could hear its buzzing, which added more fuel to how keen you were feeling.

“How should I position myself for you, Daddy?” You asked, kissing him on the cheek.

“I think how you are right now works for us to get this thing in place, just get your knees a little further apart.” He said. You complied, creating a greater space between your thighs as he turned the toy off. “Wow, that just happens so naturally for you, huh? You were waiting for an excuse to do it.”

“Pretty much.” You replied shamelessly.

He moved closer to you, holding the vibrator lower. “That one is an always.”

His eyes left your face as he concentrated on your cunt. He gently pushed the toy’s rounded tip up against your labia, letting you feel how the vibrations remained switched off. You let out a deep exhale, working against the way the excitement made your muscles want to tighten.

He slightly wiggled the toy as he pushed it further, creating a sensation like it was nuzzling into your pussy. This made you smile as you felt more blood filling into this area. His tactic eased your labia majora apart and you started to feel pressure around your entrance. He kept working the toy smoothly from side-to-side.

You let your eyes shut, trying to maintain your baseline. He continued to tease the toy here, your wetness starting to coat the silicone as he did the opposite of rushing you.

It was a gradual penetration, your cunt given ample time to adjust throughout. Your walls affixed to the egg-shaped toy, holding it firm.

There was an exterior appendage, like a tail from the base of the toy. It was thinner, making it poseable. He followed the natural curve of your cunt with it. At the end of this length was another smaller bulb, which would carry the vibrations too. He got this lined up with your clitoris, your labia keeping it in place.

He backed away a step, surveying what he had done as you held this position. The only thing he had in his hands now was the vibrators remote, but he refrained from pushing any of the buttons.

“I thought we would do a different position for this rim job.” He said.

You smiled as you watched him walk along his side of the bed. “Consider me intrigued.”

He climbed on at the head of the bed, placing his butt just in front of where the pillows always laid. You turned around for a better view as he was leaning back and stretching his legs out.

He pointed to the space between his thighs as you were trying to wrap your head around how all of this would work with him facing up. “You go there.” You furrowed your brow but you began moving into this area all the same. “Don’t worry, I’ll do this…” He scooted his ass forward a little as he changed the angle of his pelvis and lifted his knees. “Daddy will make sure you still have plenty to eat.”

“You’ll be comfortable like this?” You asked.

“I don’t see why not.” He said. “Will you?”

You got your chest down to the mattress, trying to strategize the best way to settle your weight. “I’ll let you know if I’m not.” As you got the rest of your body lowered, you couldn’t help noticing what was now at your eye-level. “And what are the rules around what I can and can’t do with my hands as I’m eating?”

“There are no rules.” He said.

You trailed your fingertips along his inner-thigh. “That’s good to know.” You put your other hand to the spot just beneath where the word mammamia was permanently inked on his skin.

“For both of us.” He said.

You got your face closer, breathing in this primal and entirely unique scent as your fingers kept exploring across his skin. Your eyes took notice of the distance between his sac and asshole. Then you sized up the hole itself, wondering how tight or relaxed it currently was.

You started with a lick, your tongue running along the line of his crack. You finished by tilting your head off to the right, giving his cheek a gentle bite. His breathing hitched at this and you were already starting the next lick.

You collected more of this inoffensive taste as you continued to drag your tongue up this crevice, barely pausing at the hole. At the same time you wrapped your fingers loosely around his erection. You could feel how it had reached full firmness by now.

You transitioned to applying just the tip of your tongue to his asshole. You fluttered your tongue here as you relocated your unoccupied hand to his ass. You used this to spread him a little as you pushed your face in more.

With the aid of your hand, you used your tongue to work his hole open. You could feel it relaxing thanks to your thorough treatment. This was in contrast to the way all of the blood in his cock kept making it tenser.

You got your tongue inside, bringing your lips to his skin as well. You ran your tongue along this textured and receptive skin, figuring out what you could reach.

“Fuck, thart’s good, kitten. That’s really, very good.” He said through some shaky breaths.

You quivered, feeling a different kind of energy come into your body when you felt him turn the vibrations on. You had stopped noticing the light pressure in your cunt and on your clit until that point. It wasn’t set to an intense level yet, but the sensation was enough to clear your mind and you held onto his dick with a steadier grip.

“You would tell me if you were struggling to breathe down there, or just struggling in general, right?” He asked.

You didn’t want to part from his ass to respond. Instead you released his cock so that you could lift this hand higher, to what was hopefully his eye-level. You curled your fingers while jutting your thumb up into the air.

He let out a relieved sigh. “Okay, fantastic.”

You blindly reached around, trying to get back to his cock. At the same time he was dialling the vibrations up, the supernatural tempo becoming more persistent. The fire in your abdomen grew in response.

You got your hand around his cock again. Now you explored his length, stroking up then moving down, almost to the base. His next inhale was marked with a wordless whine as you guided your hand toward his head again. You moved slowly, just getting comfortable in this range of motion. You confirmed to yourself that this unusual angle wasn’t going to impede you, you could maintain this.

So you began to pick up speed, gaining confidence. He chose to increase the vibrations and the building intensity was delicious. You rubbed his cock with consistency, setting into a tempo that you heard made his breath come in faster, shallower.

“Cazzo…” He strained to say, his tone higher than before,

You followed the pleasure deeper, invigorated by the results you had regained thus far. You tensed your tongue and started to bob your head. You went back-and-forth in his hole, not quite as fast as you were jerking your hand. But it was fast enough to earn little cries from him.

It also inspired him to turn your toy to a higher frequency. It almost intimidated you, all of that relentless stimulation. You started to grind a little, needing to use some of this powerful energy, which was only going to gain more power, you knew.

“Oh, my toy…” He moaned. “You’re the best, you’re just the best, hu…” Then he trailed off into a happy hum.

You worked your hand faster on his cock, feeling the trembling start in different spots of his body. Within his hole, you curled your tongue, pressing into a new, squishy spot. All of your senses dedicated to his pleasure: the signs that you were getting made you confident that you would be able to secure his climax.

The vibrations inflicted on your pussy changed, thanks to him selecting one of the preset patterns. The intensity you had been coping with eased off, this part of the cycle felt close to nothing. Then, rather rapidly, its strength climbed up. It felt even more powerful than what you had been subjected to earlier. Your heart launched itself higher in your chest as the height of this cycle continued.

A moan was swelling up in your throat as you started to wonder if this would end. Then it did and you released an exhale around your moving tongue.

But your nerves were lit up now and you knew these sensitivities wouldn’t have the chance to settle back. You continued to work your hips, indulging the beginning of a climb that had a set destination.

But you didn’t let all of these delights distract you from your efforts. You built his pleasure in tandem with your own. You were too determined to let up with either your tongue or hand.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s it, baby. That’s… unh…” He loudly celebrated. “Oh, I’m seein’ stars. Fuck! Fuh…”

To his sounds, you felt everything in you crying out to burst and stop trying to hold it all together. The intense high wanted to entirely overwhelm you. You kept forgetting to take a breath and the grinding of your hips grew jerkier, even less coordinated.

“You’re gonna make me fuckin’ come.” He whined.

As your hips crashed down, you were instantly stunned and the release was upon you straight away. It tore free from your core, a power nothing could stand up to. You forgot to bob your head as your jaw fell slack.

The dreamy afterglow didn’t come at once. As you shuddered, you frayed even further with the vibrations still playing through the cycle.

He pushed his ass firmer on you, helping you to refocus a little. You worked your tongue as your hand continued at that almost automatic tempo.

You felt the moisture on his dick as you stroked faster. You got reckless, hoping to make him feel as frenetic as you currently were. You didn’t feel the strain from this effort, just enjoying how his noises were filling every second.

His hole twitched around your tongue and you could feel quivers through the other parts of his body that touched you. His control was gone, the same as yours.

“Oh, oh, ohhhh…uh, unh!” His loudest whimper yet, it was almost a shout.

Then you felt the droplets of cum hitting your fingers. His length became coated as you continued to stroke, moving a little slower. You removed your tongue from his ass and pulled back, still struggling for any kind of composure while those vibrations raced through more cycles.

“Oh my fucking God.” He gasped, letting his body slump.

The stream from his tip had run out. You couldn’t relax the same as him. You gradually released his cock as you started to move. You were shuddering all over as you climbed up his body.

You snatched the tiny remote out of his hand. With his eyes shut, he didn’t notice anything you were doing and you didn’t wait for this to change. You pressed the button and finally stopped the vibrations.

You let out a deep sigh, starting to feel relief again. You all but collapsed onto the bed next to him, keeping your legs far apart. Your fingers were immediately slippery as you started to extract the toy, But you were still able to get it free, liberating your overly-sensitive pussy from any further pressure. Now you could close your eyes and relax too.

“Did you like those sounds I made for you, toy?” He asked.

You smiled. “Mmn, yes. It sounded really spectacular.”

“And that’s exactly how it felt. You’re so, so, so good at that.” He said, draping an arm across your tummy. “I trust you with my hole.”

You were nodding as you opened your eyes to look at him. Then the urge to laugh came upon you and you couldn’t get your hand up to cover your mouth fast enough. He retracted his arm a little, furrowing his brow.

“I’m sorry.” You said, struggling to bring your chuckling to an end. “I know what you’re saying and I appreciate the sentiment so much. But the actual statement- that’s so unromantic and not sweet.”

“Wow. Thanks, thanks a lot.” He sarcastically replied.

“I’m sorry, babe.” You said, laughing less. You rolled over, making moves to place yourself on top of him. “I’m really sorry.” He allowed you to cover his face in quick kisses. “I’m sorry, please forgive me. Because I’m so grateful for your trust, so fucking grateful.”

He eased your hair back, clearing the way so he could cup your cheeks. He had started to smile a little. “I know you are.”

“So, you still love me?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Forever.” He said before giving you a kiss. “I just realised, we've already packed your menu and the special robe.”

Now you ran your fingers over the side of his face as you gazed at him. “It’s okay, I know what I want for aftercare, and it’s literally this: cuddling and talking.”

“That’s a flawless plan.” He said. He secured his arms tighter around you, then rolled onto his side and placed you on the bed in front of him. He stroked your hair as you settled into this position, winding your arms around him. “Speaking of packing: you weren’t gonna bring your tail with us?”

You paused to stifle a yawn. “I guess not, I hadn’t thought of it. Do you want me to bring it?”

“Yeah, I think I do.” He said. “A cute kitten deserves her cute tail. And it could prove useful in different ways.”

You tightened your arms around him, bringing him closer. “Alright, I’ll pack it just as soon as I’m finished with this cuddle.”

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so-much-for-subtlety · 5 months ago

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For last couple months I've been working on an exercise that my therapist suggested which is to identify my core values - things that bring me the most satisfaction, fulfillment, and sense of purpose.

It's been a difficult, but insightful experience. I've gone through a LOT of iterations of finding the right ideas and the right words.

Anyway, I'm at a place where I've identified my values and I've started using them - like reflecting on how they manifest in my day-to-day, thinking about changes that would would bring me more satisfaction, better understanding why certain things rub me the wrong way.

I know a lot of people are anti generative ai, but I've been using a robot assistant to help explore this and has been a really helpful tool.

I did ask my new robot friend to see if they could generate some content for Grindr/Scruff profile which hints at my values, and also tries to attract people who may have some complimentary values that would be good for a partner.

At the moment I just use a blank profile lol. I'm too ASD to know if these are good or awful so turning to Tumblr wisdom:

Version 1: Curious and Creative

Imaginative guy with a knack for turning "what if" into "why not?" Looking for someone to explore life's possibilities with - from steamy nights to starry-eyed dreams. Into guys who can match my curiosity and aren't afraid to get hands-on with new experiences. Let's create something exciting together, whether it's for a night or a lifetime. 🌟🛠️

Version 2: Thoughtful and Playful

Deep thinker with a mischievous streak. I love diving into the unknown, whether it's a new project or a new position 😉 Seeking someone who can keep up with my mind and body. Ideal match: emotionally open, intellectually curious, and always up for an adventure. Clothes optional, sense of humor required! 🧠🔥

Version 3: Forward-Thinking and Flirty

Future-focused guy living for today's pleasures. Whether we're planning world domination or just tonight's fun, I'm all about making every moment count. Looking for someone who can balance deep talks with playful banter. If you can teach me something new while we explore each other, we'll definitely click. Ready to make some memories? 😏🚀

Version 4: Detail-Oriented and Daring

Perfectionist in the streets, experimenter in the sheets. I put care into everything I do - from my work to my play. Seeking someone who appreciates quality and isn't afraid to push boundaries. Whether it's a quick hookup or a slow burn romance, let's make it unforgettable. Up for some rigorous testing? 🔬🔥

Version 5: Innovative and Intimate

Creative soul seeking new connections. I'm all about finding novel solutions, whether it's fixing a tough bug or finding your sweet spot. Looking for guys who aren't afraid to think outside the box and inside the bedroom. If you're up for mixing intellectual stimulation with physical exploration, we'll have a blast. Wanna collaborate on something hot? 💡🔥

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 1 year ago

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Ace and Lilia VS Deuce and Malleus

There is quite a strange connection between Ace and Deuce’s relationship with Diasomnia. Specifically Malleus and Lilia.

Ace is someone who leads in almost every aspect. He’s not afraid to openly talk about things that bother him or so he leads on. When Riddle gets under his skin in book 1 he’s quick to challenge, knowing the risk. In the ghost marriage Ace holds the bride accountable while leading the team. During the Endless Halloween night event, Ace once again is consistently holding Malleus accountable for what happened. All of which is quite stubborn but shows how he’s fast to take action against those he disagrees with.

Another character who is strikingly similar is Llila, which is a little unexpected. For instance, during his lab wear we see a Lilia who doesn’t hesitate to take down several students for their actions. There’s also the time when Lilia fakes a stomachache to allow Malleus to go on a rewarding vacation. He’s a character who takes charge when he wishes too.

Yet, for the majority of the time the two students prefer to be lost brain cell idiots who enjoy the pleasures of life. If anything, they make it, so they don’t need to use their brain as much as possible. Unless it’s needed in a time of panic or worry. Hence, the reason why I suspect these two have overlapping events. Both Ace and Lilia prefer to take the backroad to enjoy life. Which is probably why we see these two characters interact more. After all, if they share the same ideals then wouldn’t it end with them being together rather than apart?

This brings me to another thought I had recently. Ace and Lilia are in a way reflections of each other. Not many characters openly chose to behave in the way that they do. Being happy without a care in the world, almost blind to their actions. However, when in danger you know it’s going to be okay to trust them.

In comparison to Ace and Lilia, there’s also Deuce and Malleus. Deuce, just like Ace, is a mirror to Malleus. Someone who does in a way good, he’s always extending a hand with their soft aura. An aura that isn’t foolish like Lilia or Ace, Deuce and Malleus are characters who you can trust at all times.

Instead of pushing their ideas onto others they sit back and encourage one to let their ideas out. For Deuce I would say his encouragement to Epel would be this action and for Malleus it would be Riddle’s pep talk before heading into battle. When we compare these scenes to the Ace and Lilia’s wilder takes, we aren’t feeling a rush of a scene. Rather, it’s very smooth, creating a well weaved bond between another character instead of an attack or distaste towards one another.

I’m sure there are plenty of other interactions or similarities, but these are just the ones that stand out to me.

#twst #twisted wonderland #ace #deuce #malleus #lilia #ace trappola #deuce spade #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge

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cafedanslanuit · 2 years ago

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☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ HOW THEY SEE ROMANCE BASED ON THEIR MOON, VENUS & MARS SIGNS

isagi, bachira, kunigami ☼ chigiri, reo, nagi ☼ rin, sae oliver

why those signs? well, you see, those three are the most relevant in our charts when it comes to romance. our moon sign shows how we deal with emotions, how we express them and our emotional needs. our venus sign tells us how we approach romantic relationships and what brings us pleasure. and lastly, our mars sign reveals our truest desires, our instincts, and sexuality.

tags/warnings: gn reader + no pronouns, suggestive

note: i based my calculations on the birthdays shown on the egoist bible since they sometimes differ on different websites :) gOD im a sae whore but oliver's chart makes me wanna wreck him sgsksbs

masterlist

RIN — libra moon + scorpio venus + virgo mars

Rin, as a romantic partner, is someone you can always count on. If he loves you, he will take care of you while remaining loyal and committed to your relationship. He’s very practical, so he needs his relationship to be able to work like that as well. Doesn’t do well with long-distance relationships since he needs physical presence and reliability when he’s sharing his life with someone. For him, sex is a physical expression of love, and needs it to reassure himself. He relies on his sexuality to feel loved and connected to you, which means he can’t go on without you for much time. He’s not very communicative, even if he can be very concerned about your emotions. Doesn’t take relationships lightly, and neither does he let go without being sure he did as much as he could to make it work. He’s really attracted to people that express loyalty paired with a little fragility. If he’s really into you, he’s willing to concede in order for the relationship to work. He likes relationships where he feels safe and reinforced.

SAE — pisces moon + scorpio venus + virgo mars

While Sae may have fun here and there, it takes someone special for him to consider a serious relationship. Sex is also an important part of him because even if he values his solitude, he needs physical proof of commitment. He takes his time, rejoicing in the feelings rather than achieving pleasure and calling it a day. He sees sex as a complex layer of desire, love and control; and he has the ability to feel confident in any level of control he wants. He may consider long-distance relationships and give them a try, only to quickly figure out he needs you close. He can easily become jealous and it can translate into either moodiness or the need to be alone for a quick minute. He’s not the best at communicating his feelings and, sometimes, he may expect you to understand them as they come. He grows to really care about you as a partner, especially if you can provide reliability and steadiness to his life and is really good at picking up what you’re feeling. He tends to burn out emotionally with ease, so a relationship with constant fights will tire him out.

OLIVER — capricorn moon + leo venus + libra mars

Oliver loves to feel useful when he’s in a relationship, so he will always be looking out for ways to help you. When in love, he’s spontaneous and always open to new experiences. He’s very independent and tends to get straight to the point when it comes to saying what he needs. Very attracted to people with whom he can talk about everything and anything. He has the tendency to separate sex from feelings, even if he can be quite passionate and daring. He thrives on the idea of perfect love and might lose himself with many superficial lovers as he looks for this perfect and sometimes, unrealistic, ideal. This, however, only delays him from meeting the one. He’s very flirtatious and naturally attractive, and you just know you’re gonna have a fun time with him. For him, the perfect relationship is one where he can extend the thrill of courtship for the longest time possible while also basking in a sense of safety and security. He tends to keep his strong emotions under check and is very competent, but he will not wear his heart on his sleeve, rather waiting for the perfect person so he can finally let loose.

#blue lock x reader #bluelock x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x reader

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fragilecapric0rnn · 1 year ago

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tagged by my lovely friends @gothbat99 & @fastcardotmp3 ❤️

rules: post five of your favorite fics that you've written and talk about why you love them. tag some mutuals so they can do the same and we can all spread some positivity about our writing ❤️

in order from most to least hehe

Anyway, It's About Old Friends My (unfinished) magnum opus. My heart and soul on full display. I love this fic with all my heart. I love this Steve and Eddie with all my heart. Writing an AU based on my favorite movie of all time but staying true to who these characters are has been so much fun and honeslty has taught me a lot about how I write long winded stories. Writing their struggles, especially writing Steve in this fic has been such a joy and a pleasure. It's on a brief pause as I wait for the WHMS bug to bite me again (its coming on fall and winter so its bound to bite me any day now). But I love this story and will always hold it close to my heart.

Catch Me (I'm Falling) This fic. Lol. This FIC. I know, I know, she was offline for a bit BUT she's back baby! In a different sense, this fic is also my heart and soul on full display. A lover of romantic comedy, wanting to write something that brings light and joy and laughter, much like the romcoms I love have brought me <3 Also, one of my favorite characterizations of Steve that I have ever written tbh! Bitchy Steve you will be my muse in any and everything that I wriiiiiiite!!!! Writing this fic also taught me that burnout is real and that I need to re-fucking-lax, no matter how much a story excites me lol.

Faces Freedom With A Little Fear JJ Harrington, our communal wife 💗 No but fr, Steve Harrington has always given me younger brother of an older sister vibes. Idk if its because I'm an older sister of a younger brother or what, but it works! I also loved creating an OC that was pretty three dimensional on her own, but also added so much to the characterization of Steve! It was also a bit healing to write this, as someone who is in a similar situation as JJ. Wanting to live my life away but having someone at home who you just can't help but worry about. I can only hope there's no monsters or alternate dimensions involved in my case. I do want to continue this verse, I want to write more of JJ, she is too special to be a one-time gal!

you can take the heart from your chest to use as a compass when you are lost Missed connections fic 💗 I have a lotta feelings about this one. I was still figuring out my voice, my first long fic. Re-reading this is like looking at pictures of you and your friends from middle school. It's cute and sweet but at times it makes ya full body cringe. I would love to rework this, rewrite certain scenes, add entire scenes. But, I also love the idea of my writing acting as a time capsule, a snapshot in time of what my writing looked like at a particular time. And at the heart of it, it's a story about subjects that are super close to my heart. Found family, holiday angst, steddie getting together, and Thanksgiving belonging to friends who feel like family <3<3

words caught in my throat (who talks first?) LOVED writing this one and also love rereading this one! A lot of the story is told from Steve's head as he navigates a very awkward and difficult situation of being locked in a house with his ex. Of which I was able to work on a lot of prose, and as someone who's strength is in dialogue writing, was a real treat! This fic also taught me that I am not just a one trick pony in that I can write difficult subjects and its not all just goofs and romcoms and meet-cutes. The stepping stones toward writign a fic like Old Friends. Snowed in fic!!! I love youuuuuuuu!

Tagging some fellow writers<3<3

@cheatghost @figthefruitfaeth @kkpwnall @hellsfireclub @gideoncharov @judasofsuburbia @thefreakandthehair @sharpbutsoft @legitcookie

#my fic #steddie fic rec #will be in my ronance writing era until further notice so here's some of my steddie before that fully kicks into gear ;)#tag game #steddie #stranger things

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wizardsandcrystals · 9 months ago

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Theistic Satanic/Luciferian Journal

@czortofbaldmountain made this post and I decided to answer them! If you're curious about reading about my practice here are my responses!

Who is Lucifer/Satan to you personally and what is his role in your life?

He is my teacher, mentor, and father– He comforts me, teaches and encourages me, as well as strengthens me in my beliefs and against fears and anxieties. I however do not see him necessarily as a ‘god’ or ‘deity,’ and it is in my particular experience that is not how he would wish to be seen. “No gods, no masters” includes him too.

How did you become a Luciferian/Satanist and why do you remain one?

I found out about non-theistic Satanism through a leftist atheist YouTube channel, who happened to post a video about Paradise Lost, describing how Satan is a representation of liberation and is a sympathetic character and was a start of romantic Satanism. This intrigued me, and he had followed this video with a vlog of a Satanist convention and interviews with Satanists. I felt deeply moved with the leftist and anti-fascist political views that it encouraged as a belief system that had already aligned with my current political beliefs. Through exploring Tumblr, I saw that Luciferian and theistic-Satanists existed. While I had never felt any connection to any deity or particular vein of belief or religion and after leaving Christianity have always been a mixture of spirituality in my witchcraft but it also very atheistic and logical. However, the idea of an actual Satan was so incredibly comforting. My general theory is that if you believe it, it is true to you and you choose whether something is real or not when it comes to spirits, whether or not in reality it is true. I choose to believe that Satan is real, even though I know that this image of Satan (and other demons and spirits) is something that I have in a sense made up in my own head. Therefore, ironically, I identify as an atheistic theistic Satanist witch.

As for why I remain a Satanist, I choose to stay as one, the community that I have found for myself is incredibly important to me. Two, as I mentioned, I find him comforting, and I have only had good experiences with him and other demons. I have a tendency to be very hard on myself and he keeps me sane in reminding myself that the pleasures of life are okay. He also encourages me to be skeptical and learn. I have always loved learning.

If you were raised in a different religion, what is your relationship to it?

I was raised as a non-denominational Christian in a very small local church. My relationship with Christianity in general has become less fiery and touchy as I know that people can be a leftist Christian who doesn’t force their beliefs on people. However, I am still extremely critical of those who use their religion to harm and bludgeon their own values into law. Which, in the United States, is an extremely common theme. I have and will continue to be vocal about the Christian fascists that are in the government. The church that I grew up in falls under this. The pastor’s son is a state representative in which I live. His father constantly speaks right wing conservative garbage which has completely warped my parents. The community there is very tight-knit to the point of possible cult-like behavior that I have to pretend to be a part of due to my current living situation. Talking to my parents and their constant bringing up of their brand of Christianity leaves me still feeling quite hurt and angry.

Do you practice magic? If yes, how does it relate to your religion?

Yes, I do and it predates my Satanism. After becoming an atheist, I said fuck it, I want to learn about everything that was deemed off limits. Through Tumblr, I learned about witches and instantly was interested. I still see it as a helpful therapeutic placebo effect to calm and soothe the mind. Does placing ingredients in a jar actually protect you when you’re nervous about traveling? No, but the idea of having something physical is comforting and allows that anxiety to lessen. Remember kid, magic is not a replacement for common sense and medical advice!

Do you work with or venerate demons other than Lucifer/Satan or other beings associated with him? If not, would you like to? Which ones?

I work with a couple demons including Caim, Bune, Vine, and if you consider them separate, Baphomet. In terms of Caim, I call him in my divination practice and work with animals, Bune for my money/work magic, and Vine for protection and justice magic.

Do you consider to be worshipping Lucifer/Satan? How do you personally feel about worship in general?

No. As said previously he is not a god or deity to me which is what worship implies. I feel uncomfortable with worship as a concept as it comes off sometimes as a requirement for a good relationship with the being like in Christianity. In general, I don’t like the idea of hierarchies in any fashion. To worship is to say they are above or better than you in some way. No being is more important than another whether physical or metaphysical.

How do you feel about Christian God?

I have complex feelings about the Christian god. I don’t like the idea of a perfect being that can supposedly do no wrong. One that has requirements to be subservient to him to not experience eternal suffering on top of the suffering that already exists in this world. I also don’t like him taking credit for human accomplishments. However, due to my upbringing, in certain times of fear, I do also call out to him as well. That small voice in my head that Christian guilt still appears on occasion.

How do you feel about angels? How about Michael specifically?

My denomination I grew up with did not work with/speak much of angels or saints like Catholics do. Angels are a faceless group of beings acting as a guardian for people or an army that do whatever the Christian god says against demons in the spiritual war. Therefore I haven’t got any strong feelings about them. In a sense I do feel pity, because unlike fallen angels like Satan they are deluded, and in another anger at their inability to question the god they serve.

Do you work with or venerate any Christian spirits?

Nope, and I don’t plan to.

Write a Luciferian/Satanist poem.

Be the wolf not sheep

Be the stars that light the dark

Uplift the inner god

What aspects of Lucifer/Satan are currently the most significant in your practice?

Resilience. I am going through a rough patch in my life in which I am away from the people and places that I love, have no money, and forced to hide pretty much every aspect of my identity for my own safety. He encourages me to live on and continue to strive for what I want.

What symbols are significant to you as a Luciferian/Satanist?

For me, the image of Baphomet or the “as above so below” hands is the most significant. Aesthetically I like the inverted pentagram and the Leviathan’s Cross but they don’t hold any religious significance to me.

Write a Luciferian/Satanist prayer.

Satan, guide us in thy flame and morning light

Keep us within thy protective black wings

Come forth and help us raise ourselves up against oppression

Remind us of our common humanity and ourselves as honorable gods

Ave Satanas!

Nema

Is there anything you would like to change about your practice? How can you do that?

I wish that I could be more consistent and diversify my magic. I have worked to be more consistent over the past year but mental health will always affect that. As for diversifying my magic, I need to do more research. I have been intrigued by numerology and astrology, but never fully dove into either.

If you were not always a Luciferian/Satanist, how did you change since you became one?

I have become much more comfortable and enthusiastic to learn about the occult and the ability to more comfortably engage with Christianity. When I was an atheist or even a Christian I felt so incredibly uncomfortable with interacting with it on my own without the use of a mediator. Now, I am more okay with doing so critically and from a perspective that I’m sure of on my own. Doesn’t make it any more enjoyable, but I can more easily pick it apart.

What is your favorite text relating to your religion and why?

My favorite text is probably Rev. Cain’s The Infernal Gospel, purely for its digestibility, and it's easy to build off of your own personal beliefs. I also enjoyed Ellen Pagel’s The Origin of Satan as it granted me a historical and factual reference for the development of the idea of Satan and Christianity. It really helped me understand Christianity not from an ideological standpoint, but as a text and idea that reflected the humans that lived through social and political events. A way of depicting what the human authors were going through.

What are your favorite and least favorite fictional depictions of Lucifer/Satan and why?

I have not really seen any fictional depictions of Satan, outside of Paradise Lost, that I particularly like. Demons in general on the other hand, my favorite depictions

What has Luciferianism/Satanism helped you with?

Confidence, dealing with that self-critical voice, and giving myself purpose.

What Luciferian/Satanist stories are important to you and why? (ex. stories of the Garden of Eden or the Rebellion of Angels)

The Rebellion of Angels for sure. The act of rejecting dictatorship and embracing yourself and creating your own domain really resonates with me.

Do you listen to music with Luciferian/Satanist themes? Do you feel your religion has any impact on what you like to listen to?

I adore punk music now. Music that directly calls out injustice or is about embracing yourself as a weirdo and outsider. I jumped into this kind of music after identifying as a Satanist but always had an interest–it makes it that much more meaningful to me. I also listen to some demon hymns.

Write a thank you note to Lucifer/Satan.

Thank you for bringing out the best qualities in me. Caring for me. Allowing me to feel more comfortable in being myself!

What do you find to be hard about being a Luciferian/Satanist?

The hardest is hiding it and the horrid misguided people have about it. At one point in my life I didn’t have to hide it and was quite open about it but now I cannot and it's so frustrating. I also find it frustrating hearing Christians fear-monger about us when it is obvious they have no idea what we really do or are. Constantly being blamed for every bad thing. A good recent example of this is the destruction of the TST Baphomet statue this past winter by a fundamentalist Christian that spewed lies about how horrible we are on TV. Thankfully, the man is being charged for a hate crime and is being tried in May. I hope that the charges stick.

What about being a Luciferian/Satanist brings you joy?

I love the community it brought me and the (near) daily rituals that allow me to engage with the spiritual in a meaningful way to me.

Do you feel alienated sometimes as a Luciferian/Satanist? Do you have or would like to have some kind of community? If you don't but would like to, how can you find it?

Yes. I would love a better in-person community. The one group IRL that I have visited was alright but I do not think I vibe well with them so I haven’t gone back. However I have a couple discord servers and an online satanic church that have been a near lifeline for me.

Describe your ideal altar or sacred space.

I nearly had it and you can find it on my tumblr. My decks, idols, crystals, jars, candles, and (what I never got to do) my Baphomet tapestry.

What songs, if you have any, remind you of Lucifer/Satan?

TX2-Randy McNally (No Love Like Christian Hate)

Pierce the Veil-King for a Day

Pansy Division-Blame the Bible

Bad Religion-Punk Rock Song

Nine Inch Nails-Happiness in Slavery

Is fun a part of your religious practice and why yes or no? If yes, in what ways? If not, would you like to incorporate it? How?

Yes to an extent. My fun is including pop culture demons to my practice such as Sebastian from Black Butler or Crowley from Good Omens. They bring me happiness. I sometimes wish I could be more silly with it but it is hard because the side of Satan I see and have interacted with is quite serious.

Do you have any Luciferian/Satanist UPGs? What are they?

My UPG is that he loves roses and chocolate, loves physical touch (I have felt him actually touch me multiple times), and in general a quiet man.

What are some interesting things about your local devil lore? Research if you don't know.

I have tried to do some research for my local area, however, most I’ve been able to find are in Kansas about an hour away. Some say there is a chair that is a portal to hell, a cemetery or that the devil appears in a cemetery’s chapel on Halloween, and a stairway that leads to hell. In general, it seems Stull, Kansas is particularly steeped for devil folklore.

If you have any, what are your favorite songs you associate with Lucifer/Satan or your religion in general?

See 26.

What are your favorite depictions of Lucifer/Satan in visual arts and why? What makes them speak to you?

Le Génie du Mal by Guillaume Geefs, 1848 for its rendition displaying his beauty and his gentleness and L’Ange Dechu (The Fallen Angel) by Alexandre Cabanel, 1847 for how it depicts the rawness of emotion of betrayal by the Christian god.

Your thoughts on Romantic and Socialist Satanism (if you don't know what they are, research - they are important to the development of Satanism and Luciferianism as religions).

Well I find Romantic Satanism interesting as an academic, its influence on art and literature as a movement off of an accidental sympathetic portrayal seems uniquely…satanic in the twisting of something used to prop up Christian society to create works questioning humanity like Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. I would also argue Rocky Horror Picture Show is a great example. Similarly, Socialist Satanism is a cool political tool that is logical and unique. I am not as familiar with it, however it seems like you could try and compare TST to be a modern (and problematic…and ineffective) rendition .

Your thoughts on the Bible.

The Bible is a book. A book of myths alongside the mythologizing of history by humans to fit their own beliefs. For example, the worshiping of the golden calf done by Aaron and the jews in the desert while they waited on Moses is a way of shaming a version of Yaweh that originally was in the form of a cow that was still accepted in other sects. The devil was added in later, the use of the word Satan to refer to any nonbeliever.

Your thoughts on Paradise Lost.

I have only read the beginning as of yet, and from the start it definitely seems that Milton didn’t necessarily mean for Satan to come across as a sympathetic character, but however he did succeed in making him and hell seem pretty damn cool.

Choose a myth involving Lucifer/Satan and reflect on it.

. The myths of selling your soul to the devil to acquire fame always struck me as odd. Perhaps it's because the idea of fame sounds awful to me.

What has Lucifer/Satan done for you and what can you do for him?

They have given me security and support, and I really want to honor them by continuing my studies and also continuing my offerings. I do need to ask him more for his thoughts and guidance directly.

Do you meditate as part of your religious practice? Which forms of meditation work best for you, and which do not? Why?

I struggle with meditation, my brain needs stimulation and for my hands to be moving. My version of meditation is usually a couple seconds of quiet in front of my altar I try to do everyday, offering a prayer to the demons.

Do you celebrate any festivals or special days as part of your religious practice?

Holidays I celebrate:

I do acknowledge the wheel of the year, though not particularly seriously minus Yule and Samhain

Shayreh’s Created Holidays

Quintessence–Jan 13-14

Florae Infernelle–March 19-20

Flames Out–Sept 15

Ars Trivium–Nov 5

Lightrising–Dec 19-25

Have you ever done an official dedication? If yes, what did you do and how did it affect you? If not, would you like to?

No, I haven’t. I would like to at some point. I see it as an extremely serious commitment and would want it to be done properly and not something done rushed.

If you were baptized, have you ever revoked your baptism? If yes, how did you do that and what did it change? If not, would you like to or not? Why?

I was baptized when I was a preteen. However I don’t particularly see it as necessary to revoke it at this particular point as it's pretty obvious that I no longer serve the christian god (I didn’t really even when I was baptized) and when I get around to doing an official dedication I believe that formally revokes it.

If you make offerings, what do you like to give Lucifer/Satan (it doesn't have to be physical)? What do you think he likes to receive?

I do make offerings, less often than I’d like/used to when I was living on my own. Now I have to be much more secretive. I offer cigarettes I’m smoking, chocolate, and coffee nowadays. I used to have a jar that I’d recharge every night with moonwater. He also enjoys roses and alcohol.

If you use pre-written prayers, what is your favorite one and why?

I don't usually but I do have a prayer book that includes this one in Latin–and I love any excuse to speak it:

Sit laus Satanas: laudate Satanas: laudata Satanas.

Satanas in nomine nigra flamma.

Potestatem filios terrae.

Et Rex magnus, glorificamus te iungere

Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur virtutis tuae satanas,

Dominum nostrum de terra deorsum regionum

Satan regit et fortis materia, et floria, et imperium sempiternum

Sic factum est!

Rewrite a Christian prayer. Try to not make it a simple name switch, but something actually fitting the context of your religion.

We never had any scripted prayers in my old church, so honestly I don’t know any minus the Lord’s Prayer that was said to be a template on how to pray–it was supposedly not meant to be recited or prayed word-for-word.

How do you see Lucifer/Satan? It doesn't have to be based on visions, you can just describe how you imagine him to look when you think of him. You don't have to limit yourself to visualizing either, especially if you struggle with it! What scents do you associate with him, for example?

Most UPG I have is the forms for Satan and the other demons I interact with. The form he comes to me in is similar to Elias from the anime The Ancient Magus Bride, sometimes with large leathery wings like a bat that he wraps me in. Caim comes to me as a blackbird most of the time. Bune as a large dragon with multiple heads. Vine as a man with the head of a lion in golden armor on a white steed.

How has your practice changed since you have started?

My practice is much more slimmed down and streamlined with me moving back in with my christian parents. I cannot have a proper altar how I’d like, I have to hide all my decks, I had to leave my dedicated clothing and items behind.

Do you consider Lucifer/Satan to be a deity?

No, as previously stated.

Did you use to be afraid of Lucifer/Satan? What were you afraid of and how did it change? Do you have some remaining fears?

I wasn’t particularly afraid of him, more afraid of Hell and eternal suffering. I never understood blaming all bad things on just one random guy. What was his purpose if you already supposedly knew that god was unbeatable? My main anxiety working with Satan was the human judgements.

Your thoughts on Hell.

I still get anxiety around what if all that's said about how horrible Hell is is real. My rational thoughts say that it doesn’t really exist.

Do you consider blasphemy or inversion a part of your religious practice? Why yes or no? If yes, what is its role?

No. I never felt particularly strongly about being a christian when I was a believer and not really one to be vengeful towards god for just growing up how I was raised. I suppose that falls in line with how a being only really exists or is true to the person who believes him. I wasn’t ever a particularly dedicated believer in the first place. I’m more to go around shaming christo-fascists/nationalists than the christian god.

How can you fight the far right presence and ideas in the Left Hand Path community?

Check your sources. Look for dog whistles. Learn the talking points. Call them out and defend/stand up for those who are being attacked.

How is your religion present in your daily life?

It's not super consistent but I try to light incense and cleanse my room and self, pray at my altar, sign the inverted cross, draw a ‘demon of the day’ card, anoint myself morning and evening with sun and moon water, and spray myself with my dedicated cologne.

Do you like complex rituals, or do you prefer to keep things simple? Why?

I typically have low spoons so I like simplicity, however I do enjoy more complex rituals on special occasions. They do tend to make me feel particularly close with Satan.

What aspects of Lucifer/Satan do you feel are most present in your practice? Would you like to explore some other ones? Why or why not?

The most present aspects are that I try and participate in activism and spreading awareness of key humanitarian issues, I study and love to learn, I love breaking gender and sexual norms, and strive for my independence.

What do you think happens after we die? Is it important to you or not? Why?

My religious thoughts are that Hell is just a place where you spend eternity with Satan and the other demons, working with them to help continue to guide humanity when we die. Again my logic says it's an eternal sleep without dreams.

What things about your practice are the most important to you and why?

Divination. It’s my longest lasting aspect and it keeps me focused in my practice.

How would you describe what your religion is about to someone who knows nothing about it?

I have described it as live and let live, do what you want forever, and fuck bigots in a trenchcoat.

Where do your ethics come from?

My ethics come from a humanitarian perspective to support and respect all. Let people live even if they’re different from you. Fight oppressive systems and those who purport it. Uplift each other. Inaction is an action.

How do your ethics relate to your religion?

They fall in line, however I am not as quick to anger or revenge as stereotypically seen in Satanist philosophy. I also am not as individualistic and highly believe in community and going against the USA’s obsession with hyper individuality. Socialism rules.

What do you appreciate about Lucifer/Satan?

I appreciate his softness that compliments his firmness. He is absolutely not afraid to roast you and then hold you.

Do you use any kind of divination as part of your religious practice? If yes, what methods work best for you?

I use tarot, oracle cards, my ‘demon of the day’ deck, and my pendulum on occasion.

How does cultural Christianity affect you as a Luciferian/Satanist? What things you do or beliefs you hold are culturally Christian? If you live in a Christian culture, it's likely more than you think even if you were not raised in the religion.

I mostly fall in celebrating some culturally christian holidays from a secular perspective like Christmas (give gifts and be jolly with those you love) and Valentine’s Day (an excuse to be lovey dovey with your partner). Easter is for chocolate.

If you are interested in Lilith (or any closed figure), what are the qualities of her that speak to you? What open figures with those qualities could you explore in your practice instead? Research if you don't know.

Nope. I’ve never been interested in anything related to her.

What does it mean to you to be a Luciferian/Satanist?

It means bettering yourself and others the best you can for the sake of the greater good.

Is sexuality a part of your religious practice? What is its role in it?

Yes but not to a major degree. I do like dedicating orgasms on occasions and do find queer BDSM with my partner to be beautiful and godly. I have also had Satan come to me in the middle of having sex with him and tell me he chose my partner for me. It was so intense we had to stop because I started crying. It was so moving and special to me that Satan knows me so well to choose someone so wonderful for me.

If you were planning a ritual or any religious activity for a group of people, what would it be and how would it look?

I’m not sure, perhaps dedicating acts of service or activism with those in need.

What non-satanic philosophies and practices do you find inspiring?

I find the idea of Socialism to be quite inspiring. Fuck capitalism.

What makes your religious practice personal and truly yours?

The fact that I almost exclusively do sigils, spells, hexes, and rituals that I have created myself (either on the fly or planned) and have a personal relationship with Satan.

What would you like to change about Luciferianism/Satanism and why?

I’d like to change its stereotypes and inaccurate reputation/representation so that we can gain better understanding from the wider public. I also would like for non-theistic Satanists to not try and erase theistic Satanists or claim we’re just as crazy as Christians.

What ideas in LaVey's works do you think are connected to his fascist sympathies and how can you challenge their presence in the LHP community? Do you think you were influenced by them? How can you deconstruct them?

I never interacted much with LaVey’s works–what little I did instantly turned me off as it struck me as generally hostile– and I have never interacted with any LaVeyans either. I stick close to my own current community. However, his belief in the Satanist superiority/hierarchy and beliefs in eugenics is inherently disgusting. It directly goes against what Satanism stands for–the equality and divine in all humans.

What plants and animals in your local environment are associated with Lucifer/Satan? Research!

Aralia spinosa grows in Missouri and is nicknamed the Devil’s Walking Stick!

What popular ideas in your religion do you disagree with and why?

To a certain extent, the inner god. I believe in all beings being on equal ground and the word ‘god’ assumes you rule over others absolutely. While you can to an extent be self-determined, there are just things outside your control.

What texts were influential for you as a Luciferian/Satanist and how?

I think the most influential text has been Paradise Lost. Just because it is what convinced me to look into Satanism seriously.

How can you connect your religious practice to your culture?

I don’t identify with a particular culture, I'm just a bland white suburban American with no connection to any familial or regional roots and traditions.

Would you like to incorporate your hobbies or interests into your religious practice? How can you do that?

I love to make gothic and satanic themed sims builds! I also love fashion and including satanic themes and motifs in my outfits!

Research and describe a local folk demon or a folk demon from the culture of your ancestors. If you really can't find one, just describe any folk demon you find interesting.

I found some mysterious monsters rather than demons, but one is the Ozark Howler or the Devil Cat that supposedly takes the form of a large cat like a cougar (however they don’t live in this area) and glowing eyes that can let out a howl that can kill however if you hear it three times. Some people apparently say it’s the size of a bear with shaggy long hair and horns.

Describe a Christian story you perceive differently as a Luciferian/Satanist. How and why is it different?

The myth of Job is an interesting one, Satan and God making a bet on him to test his faithfulness. As a Satanist, my feelings are mixed. On one hand, like in Noah’s Ark, it shows the Christian God’s ability to be cruel and propensity for killing for the sake of his own interest. Especially as Job was supposedly the most faithful man and following God’s will. On the other hand, the actual enactment of the violence was done by Satan. However, when someone hires a hitman, it's not just the hitman who gets tried for murder. Satan is forthright in his actions, even offering Job an out of his suffering, sympathetic to him by offering him the same offer he gave his fellow angels at the great fall–renounce God in order to be free of his tyranny. If anything, at least Satan is willing to be honest and put his face to his actions while God sat invisible, immoveable, and deaf to Job’s losses.

Your thoughts on the concept of sin.

Sin doesn’t exist, it's merely a way for christians to shame others.

Do you have some personal religious traditions? Describe them.

I’ve only been a Satanist for a year, so I don’t have any personal traditions.

Do you perceive Lucifer and Satan as the same or different and why?

For me Satan, Lucifer, and Baphomet are a trinity–three in one, each representing an aspect of the same being. Satan being the rebellious political spirit, Lucifer being the skeptical and knowledge-seeking spirit, and Baphomet being the celebration of the human experience and diversity spirit (e.g. inner-gods). They are all obviously intertwined and participate together in the Satanist system, you cannot separate them. I generally refer to all of them as either Satan/Lucifer, however if I want to focus on a particular aspect I will call them by the associated name.

Does your religion bring you comfort? If yes, how?

Yes, as it provides me with a sense of control and a sense of community.

Describe a folk story about Lucifer/Satan, preferably a local one.

The closest thing I could find are the folk tales of the Ozark Howlers, essentially the american hellhound or Black/Old Shuck. Not exactly about him, but I’m having a h

How do you connect with your own divinity? When do you feel it the most?

When I’m with my partner. They compliment my personality and bring out my best, stretching me and helping me grow!

Recognizing your inherent worth and divinity also means recognizing it within other beings. How does it affect your treatment of them and do you think something about it should change?

I think that I need to be braver and more active with irl interactions. I tend to be a hermit and therefore just don’t interact much with others to appreciate them.

Do you have an interest in the dark and macabre, for example, vulture culture or certain kinds of music? What makes it speak to you? Do you think it intersects with your religion? If yes, how?

Oh yes. I’m fascinated by dark mysteries and ghost stories, goth decor and alt fashion. I also like spending time in graveyards and speaking/being with the spirits. I think it does as I often do death work and find death to be an aspect of life–something that connects us all as humans.

Choose an aspect of Lucifer/Satan and reflect on it.

His thirst for knowledge. I love learning even though it's hard for me to structure time and focus for myself. I like having something in common with him.

Do you consider yourself a pagan? Why or why not?

Not particularly, as I don’t believe in any nature-based beings or practice much nature-based magic.

Is taking care of yourself a part of your practice? How?

Very much so however I’m still not great at it, I’m working on it and try not beat myself up about it. I try to work on hygiene and skincare.

What makes you appreciate earthly life?

Food and sex for physical appreciation. If you’ve experienced the power behind being in a choir, there’s nothing more beautiful and human.

If you have ex-Christian trauma, has the religion you practice now helped you? How?

I do. My religion has helped me develop my own sense of self outside my parents and my ex partner. To be braver. To be more myself.

What values and virtues do you associate with Lucifer/Satan? How can you make them more present in your life?

Bravery is what I most associate with him. I also associate rebellion and love with him. I definitely need more bravery–I’m an extremely anxious person. I need to challenge myself more.

Has your religion helped you with accepting yourself? If yes, how?

Definitely. It accentuates my queerness and encourages me to not be so harsh on myself. I’m horribly self-critical.

What makes you feel connected to Lucifer/Satan?

Reading. Academics. Church.

Are you Luciferian or Satanist? Why are you on this path and not the other? Is there something you appreciate about the other one and would like to incorporate into your own practice? If yes, how can you do that?

I identify as a Satanist, though I do have Luciferian tendencies to have Lucifer and Satan as two aspects of the same being and to separate him from Christian lore. However I do not believe in a light and dark and believe spiritual goals are only important to you if you believe so. If you are a casual Satanist because that’s what suits you that’s cool.

What things about Christianity do you think are harmful? What do you appreciate and is it something you would like to take inspiration from? If yes, how can you do that?

Harmful things: blind faith, tendency for text literalism, subservience and superiority, proselytizing, and us vs. them innateness in believers and non believers. I do appreciate taking care of others and loving thy neighbor. I try to do those things daily.

Write down some problematic things about your own religion. How can you counteract them?

The ability for independence to turn into superiority/right-wing fascism and cultural appropriation. I hope the prevalence of anti-fascist Satanists and calling them and those practices out continue to grow and raise awareness.

What good things do you think your religion brings to the world? How can you make the world better as a Luciferian/Satanist?

I think it brings a sense of community to those who are rejected by society or oppressed by established systems. Supporting and being active in your Satanist and local community is your number one way to make the world better.

What makes you proud of yourself?

This is a surprisingly hard question. I’m proud of how I took a giant chance to move to the UK for those few years. The best few years of my life and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

What brings you pleasure? Do you ever feel guilty for enjoying harmless things? If yes, why and how can you help yourself release that guilt?

Food. FOOD. I struggle with disordered eating and feel extremely guilty. It's one of my main things I am working on with Baphomet and Satan. They remind me that you can and should enjoy food. You should have balance at the same time to make sure you stay healthy and don’t spend all your money on it.

What interesting things about your religion have you learned recently?

I recently learned that Agrat and Azazel enjoy weed lmao.

What are the subjects in the realm of your religion you would like to learn more about?

I want to learn more about more goetic demons, as I’m only familiar with a few! Especially lesser known ones! Also Leviathan too.

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