#rad fems get blocked

[jak--ash]

I've worked on overcoming a lot of internalized transphobia but the most prevalent thing that upsets me so deeply about being ftm is that I still find lesbians attractive. Feminine lesbians that are cute and soft and masculine lesbians that chop wood in forests and have cool swords and big muscles and poc stud lesbians and fat butch lesbians and all lesbians I love their love and community and it saddens me to know I would never be happy as a lesbian. I had to transition to live my life happily but it also so happens that the type of people I'm attracted to most likely arent interested in me. It makes me feel weird, almost predatory. I pass well and have a beard and stuff, and I dont want to have to change my appearance for anyone. Idk here's to hoping I find some really cool and sexy people regardless of their sexual orientation who want me like how I want them

[mollificen]

Just want to make it clear:

If you are a terf / gender critical

Get the fuck off my page right now you piece of shit cunt

[kuro-after-dark]

The Game

Mammon x fem!reader smut

Summary: in which you play a naughty game with the Avatar of Greed and lose but you still gets a reward anyway.

🔞r18 content🔞

Minors and ageless blogs DNI or you’ll be blocked

CW: use of toys, facefucking, public sex, cream pie, light degradation, implied breeding kink (ig) exhibition kink i think I got everything

Imagine playing a game with your favorite demon. It’s just a small simple game: you’ll both wear a vibrating toy for the entirety of the day and who ever cums first is at the mercy of the winner- they have to do what ever the winner asks for 24 hours starting from the end of the game. Sounds easy, right? And that’s how you hook him into your fun.

Mammon agrees- always so eager to see you bend to his will. He’s already thinking about what he’ll make you do when he wins. Some of those thoughts are innocent, others are more naughty however. He doesn’t quite realize what he’s signing himself up for just yet. Doesn’t realize that when you play these kinds games you play for keeps.

You smile sweetly as you tape the toy around his cock. This is all part of your plan. You want to see him coming undone over and over again when you win and you’ll do anything to make that happen.

You slip your own toy inside easily, nestling it just right against your g-spot, and hand him the control to it. You’ve got the control to his and you both click them on to the lowest setting and go about your day.

As you sit in the classes you share at RAD, you take great pleasure in dialing up the intensity on him suddenly for a few seconds. Watching him try to hide the gasp he lets out while subtly readjusting his very obvious erection is entertaining- especially when he returns the favor.

You’ll give the demon credit for his resolve and self-control. You thought for sure by lunch at the latest, he’d have made a nice little mess in his slacks for you to clean up but the both of you are still going strong in your little competition.

It’s when you arrive back at the House of Lamentation that another idea pops into your mind. There was a new club in the red-light district you’d been wanting to drag Mammon to so once you two drop off your school bags and change into something much more appropriate for a club, that’s where you head.

The atmosphere is charged with sexual energy the minute you walk in. Erotic moans and lewd slapping of skin against skin fills your ears and turns you on even more than the constant hum of the vibrator inside you.

Mammon knows exactly what you’re doing the moment, you push him down onto one of the many couches and staddle him. He opens his mouth to playfully accuse you of cheating in your guy’s game, but you silence him by turning the intensity of his vibrations to max. The demon’s head falls back as he moans, hips jolting up against yours to seek more friction to which you only smile and oblige with a roll of your own. His body is shaking with the way you grind against the tent in his pants, slow at first, but then growing in intensity and speed.

He looks up at you with such pretty, hooded eyes, pupils blown out in lust. The sight of you above him, clearly enjoying yourself as you hump his clothed cock, makes his balls tighten with anticipation of stuffing your pretty pussy full of his cum. He just needs to hold on just a little bit longer. You have to finish first.

And finish first you do, when Mammon has enough of the one-sided torture and turns the vibrations inside you to the highest setting. You make such a pretty mess all over his lap as your hips jerk and twitch. Your release soaks right through the lovely lace panties and leaves a sopping wet patch on the front his pants.

With the game won, Mammon smirks in victory as he lifts you up and lays you on the couch. He leaves your toy on allowing it to drive you toward overstimulation as he takes the remote from your hand and switches his off.

“Looks like ya lost, treasure,” that shit-eating grin never falls from his face. “You know what that means, right?”

You nod as your eyes watch his hands undo his pants and pull his leaking cock out.

“Open.”

You obey the simple command as he thrusts roughly into your hot, wet mouth. Mammon’s eyes flutter closed as he exhales a sigh of relief and it’s not long before the demon is chasing his own high, using that pretty mouth of yours as his own personal fleshlight.

“Y’re gonna be my perfect lil’ cumdumpster tonight, got it?”

The sound of your agreement only excites him further as the coil that had been winding in his stomach all day finally snaps and thick spurts of his pearlescent release shoot down your throat.

He rides out his first high with slow thrusts, eyes rolling back every time you swallow around him until he withdraws.

“On your knees, baby.” He smirks as you submit, his hands smoothing up your drenched thighs and pushing your skirt out of his way. Your panties go next, giving the demon and unobstructed view of you weeping cunt, clenching and unclenching around the toy still lodged inside.

Mammon pulls out the device setting it on the couch as he mounts you like an animal in heat. His dick glides in easily, all the fluids making a squelching sound and he sets a brutal pace from the get go.

You gasp as you try to rock back into him to get the demon as deep as possible. Watching the other demons around you participating in their own sexual escapades or other stopping theirs to watch the two of you makes you clench impossibly harder around Mammon’s cock.

“You like bein’ watched? Like all of these losers see how good I fuck this pussy?” He laughs as you nod a loud squeal of pleasure erupts from you has his fingers work roughly around your clit. “Dirty little slut. Since you wanna be watched so bad, let’s give ‘em a show.”

Mammon changes your positions. You’re sitting on his lap, facing the crowd of onlookers as he holds your legs open for all to see how your cunt greedily swallows his shaft. He bounces you easily on his lap. Up and down, up and down. It makes your eyes roll back in your head as you arch your back.

It feels so good, the way the veins in his girthy shaft rub so sweetly against every sensitive spot in your needy pussy, how his cockhead bullies your g-spot relentlessly. It makes your toes curl and your core begin to tighten unbearably. You try to warn him that you’re about to cum, but one glance at everyone around you, pleasuring themselves to your downright pornographic display, sends you over the edge.

An absolutely mind blowing orgasm washes over your body goes taut and you scream out. Your release gushes out of you soaking the couch beneath you as you feel Mammon pull you down once more and fill your spasming cunt with his thick seed enough for it to dribble out and down his balls.

Your body shakes as you slowly start to come down and heave ragged breaths. You can hear him chuckle in your ear.

“Oh, Baby, we ain’t done yet.”

[boytransmission]

butchkelev -> boytransmission

My pronouns are he/him/his/himself. I’m largely T4T/NB ⚧️

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[genderqueerdykes]

(tw: vent, relationship abuse, transphobia)

from 2020-2023, i was in a toxic relationship with a terf. she identified as a (still truscum-y) trans guy when we first got together, but about halfway through she detransitioned and pressured me to detransition as well. i identified as nonbinary at the time and i was scared of not listening to her, so i detransitioned because i thought i was being misogynistic if i didn’t. things just got worse, her transphobia got more radical, and we grew further apart, especially when i started questioning my identity again.

it’s been over a year since we broke up. i’ve started my transition as a trans man, i have her blocked on everything, but i still keep thinking about all the ways she hurt me. it feels like she’s winning. most sources i find on toxic relationships are really heteronormative and rely heavily on gender binaries, so they’ve been no help. do you have any advice on queer toxic relationships and/or unlearning internalized transphobia? thanks so much, no pressure to answer this if you don’t have the spoons

that's terrible, i'm so sorry you went through that. that's a long time to have to deal with someone pressuring you to change how you refer to yourself and how you see yourself. it's okay if someone needs to detransition but they should never force anyone else to just because transitioning like that was wrong for them. i'm so sorry she acted like she knew what was best for you. it's painful to watch someone fall down that rabbit hole and never come back. you want them to be kinder and to love themselves and everyone else, but it's just not the case

whenever people try to tell me that i "don't understand rad feminism", i point to experiences like yours. rad fems tell people that it's literally somehow "misogynistic" for trans men and mascs to transition. they tell people that that trans men and mascs are a danger to women. they tell people that trans men and mascs are confused and don't know any better. they tell trans men and mascs how to think, and they're doing it to everyone else, too. there's never a good reason to call someone misogynistic for transitioning

i would say maybe try to touch base with communities for transmasculine people and trans men. even if you meet a few people you like in the tags here, it's worth it. remind yourself that you weren't wrong, that person just thought she knew what was right for you. she saw something she hated in herself. it has nothing to do with how you should feel about yourself. you'll run into bumps and snags with how you feel about gender, especially your own. it's not a bad sign, it just takes time to get over the shitty things you were taught.

you can't dismantle it all at once, to take time, pace yourself. you were literally being groomed to hate yourself and other people. you need a moment before you can become proud of who you are. someone whittled you down until you were nearly nothing. that's not easy to move on from in a quick fashion. manhood is not evil. manhood is not what's hurting people. men are diverse. men are not a monolith. making blanket statements about men is profiling

i hope that helps some what, good luck, stay safe. i appreciate you for reaching out. it's not easy to deal with or move on from these kinds of things, but be as kind to yourself as you can. there's nothing wrong with transmanhood

[velvetvexations]

Since we're talking about forcefem, here're most of the forcefem-related asks I've had in my inbox, some of which are a few days old on account of technically going in the vexatious tag if not exactly kink asks. I wanted to answer one from today on it's own which I'll get to later but I wanted to get to the older ones and also get to a few of the others from today while I was at it.

i just saw a post where a trans guy was showing some messages where someone was (unconsensually) basically roleplaying forcefemming him. despite him telling them that he did not want that and that it was very much transphobic, and he atill got a message boiling down to "you're not a man, silly, you're a girl :D" and. to be honest. this was the thing that stopped the brainworms of "what if the whole concept of transandrophobia is actually transmisogynistic and i am entirely wrong" bc at least some of these people will just say the most bog standard transphobic shit to trans guys and not register it as transphobia. so why the fuck would they be right about anything transmascs experience also on that note thank you for being so outspoken in favour of transmascs getting to discuss their oppression. it's really helpful to see trans women stand with us here, especially when it comes to aforementioned brainworms

congratulations to that transphobe for creating a new transandrobro

the 'forcemasc isnt revolutionary' shit is the most annoying iteration of stupid tumblr discourse. like im going through the tag trying to read some horny shit and oh look. theres someone being stupid and hypocritical. in my horny tag.

people are getting tribalist about kinks and it's depressing

Every time people are saying that trans men & mascs cannot possibly fathom being objectified & fetishized, I think on all of the posts I’ve seen that did that exact same thing. And yeah, some of it might have been kink, so no hate no judgement I dabble in that tag too, but I’ve also seen “get in the dress” type posts that seem to be genuinely calling for trans men to be more feminine, untagged & in the wild, enough where I’m like — am I just imagining this? Like am I crazy? Am I missing something, or was that extremely detailed post about why I MUST stay feminine — or become more — for someone else’s benefit being 100% serious? And, again — if it’s kink, all the power to them, I love that for them, I even occasionally love that for me. But I have encountered enough people who were dead serious that I sometimes want no one but trusted friends & advisors to ever witness me again. And then I look at statistics & feel genuinely ill. And yeah, I’m gnc — and there’s the rub, because while I feel genuine joy being fem as well as masc, I want it to be a Choice, not something forced upon me.

people need to be fucking normal

Yh like ik a lot of shitposts don't have any tags but people have. Really gotta tag forcefem. I've blocked a large amount of people making these jokes + filtered their names n I still see it

I'm sorry, anon. <3

Fuck thank you so much for talking so openly about forcemasc. I’m so dumb I thought there wasn’t a name for that kink that I’ve been into for years, albeit my version is way more weirder. It would be like a… forcemascfem??? Like first it’s forcemasc and then it turns into forcefem and then right back to forcemasc…. And then back to- Idk my gender is weird and my kinky fantasy for that is weird

Cross as many boundries as you want, that sounds rad. Forcefem has a lot of infrastructure to jump off of.

“I’m doing a kink in a non kink way so it’s not kink blog!” Sorry this pisses me off It’s still a kink. Like. If someone made an I-suggest-BDSM blog and tried to claim it wasn’t a kink blog I’m sure more people would see how silly this is but because it’s the transfem approved virtuous forcefem they just let it slide??? Like. You are engaging in a kink and thats fine. You can say there won’t be anything explicitly sexual! But it will still be a kink blog because it’s a blog about a kink! A kink blog if you will! It doesn’t matter if you’re not getting off to it, it’s still a kink! That you are participating in! On your blog about that kink!

It SHOULD piss you off! It's extremely fucking scummy!

what the hell? for like one solid minute(longer than that but i like saying it this way) all the forcefem on my dash was tagged and i could blissfully not have to see it every other post and then just today i had to unfollow a buncha people for an assload of untagged forcefem :/ like im transmasc i think its understandable that i do not wish to see that anyway hope your day is goin well miss velvet

yeah it's praxis to not tag kink anymore

trfs are perfectly aware what the "force" bit means when forcemasc comes up in conversation

strange how that works

[arvandus]

Closet Space - Mammon x F!Reader

AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!

This is a birthday gift for @silverrings-n-prettythings (happy birthday, you fabulous bitch!) and takes place during the OM! 2023 Halloween event (loosely based, creative license was very much utilized...).  Also, disclaimer that I have NOT completed the original game yet (I’m on Chapter 29).  Therefore, discrepancies may abound.

Content warnings:  18+ NSFW content; fem!reader, female!reader; reader is dressed as a sexy nun (for the birthday girl 💚); oral (f receiving), fingering, finger sucking; reader gets lifted up, held, and carried by Mammon (he’s a demon, okay?); rough(ish) sex; some dirty talk; the L-word is dropped cuz this man is canonically a simp.

“RUNNNN!!!”

You stared wide-eyed as Mammon ran full speed at you.  He closed the distance within seconds and before you could even respond, he grabbed your hand and started pulling you with him.

And just in time, too; behind him was a mummy in hot pursuit, its eyes gleaming red, its crooked fingers outstretched and leathery mouth gaping.

You instantly fell into step next to him, your hands still linked, the high heels of your knee-high black boots clicking on the floor.

“What the hell happened?!” you demanded.

“I don’t know!” he replied.  “We were all working at the café, and suddenly they all went apeshit!”

You struggled to stay level-headed, especially considering Mammon was the one who was so scared of monsters.  But you couldn’t help the fear that tightened your spine and sharpened your senses.  The short, tight dress of your sexy nun costume threatened to hike up dangerously high as you tried to hold it down with a free hand, and your boots were killing your toes as you prayed you wouldn’t twist an ankle.  This was not the outfit you should be wearing while getting chased by a monster.

Mammon glanced down at your feet, his cheeks flushed. “How the hell can you run in those?!”

“I can’t!” you retorted.

You knew you were slowing him down, and you glanced back to see the mummy was quickly closing the distance.

“Mammoooonnnn!!!” you warned.

He glanced back and yelped, the mummy’s reaching hands inches from your backs.

“C’mon, slowpoke!” he yelled.

He yanked your hand, making you lose your balance and fall into him.  In a matter of seconds, he scooped you up in his arms and burst into a full run down the deserted hall of RAD.  The mummy behind you roared in anger, and you stared with wide eyes as the gap between you began to widen.

Mammon turned the corner and entered the main hall where the double staircase twisted up to the second floor, the black iron balcony high above.

“Hold on!” he ordered.

“What??”

Suddenly you were flying, buoyant in the air.  Or at least it felt that way, with the way the floor shrank beneath you. You watched as your nun’s hat blew off the top of your head and drifted down, down below you.  You yelped and clung to his neck, burying your face into his shoulder.

It was brief, lasting mere seconds, then suddenly you felt the impact of his boots against something hard.  You opened your eyes just in time to see his thin bat wings fold and vanish, his demon form once again tucked away. You looked down and realized he was perched on the balcony railing like a bird of prey.

“Wait, did you just fly?” you asked.

“With these skinny ass wings?? Nah, I jumped. The wings helped with balance and gliding.” Mammon replied as he hopped down with you cradled in his arms.

He set you down, his hand once again holding yours tightly.  “Demon, remember?”

“Like I ever forget,” you teased.

You both looked down below to see the mummy had made its way to the base of the stairs.

“Damn, he’s persistent...” you commented.

“Shit, shit, shit, let’s go!”

And then you were running again, but apparently not fast enough for Mammon, because he once again scooped you up in his arms, his hands hot against your bare thighs.

As he ran, his face lit up. “I have an idea.”

“NO,” you said immediately.

But he didn’t listen.  He bolted with purpose down the hall until he reached the double doors of the cafeteria.  He kicked his way through and made his way to the kitchens as you watched the double doors swing back and forth behind you.  It was dark, the cafeteria closed for the evening.  But even so, the doors were loud, and it took them forever to stop their swinging.

“Where the hell are you going??” you demanded.  “Those doors don’t even lock! He’s just gonna follow us!”

“Quit yer yappin’!” he scoffed as he pushed past another door.  He was in the kitchens now, rows and rows of counters, ovens, and stoves surrounding you. The only light in the space was the furnaces still burning low, keeping the coals hot for tomorrow’s breakfast.  It cast an eerie muted warm glow throughout the room.

You looked at where he was going, and then you realized.

“The pantry?! Seriously?!”

But before you could stop him, he opened the door and stuffed the two of you inside.

It was pitch black, and you both stumbled against each other.  Your hands reached out and found all four walls easily within a half a step’s distance.

“What?? What is this? Why is this pantry so small??” You asked.

“It connects to the larger storage room, but they lock it up with magic because they know Beel would clean it out if they didn’t,” Mammon muttered.  “There’s like... ten of these and they call connect to the same room.”

He was close to you, really close. Close enough to feel his warm breath against your hair.  Your hand found his chest, your fingers brushing against the fabric wraps of his mummy costume that he wore. You heard him inhale sharply at the contact.

“Hey—” he started.

But his words were cut short by the sound of a deep bellowing howl.  The mummy had finally reached the top of the stairs.

You both froze.

“Mammon... does this pantry door lock from the inside?” you asked around a tight throat as you began to fumble for some sort of latch.  “Like to keep Beel out?”

“Don’tcha worry.  I worked in the kitchens before to pay off some debt and learned the spell to get in the storage room.  Once we’re in, the magic will hide it again. I just gotta say the incantation.”

“Well, get to it then!” you whispered harshly.

“Yeah, yeah! Don’t rush me!” he snipped back.  “Okay, okay.... let’s see...”

He muttered the words, and you waited. And waited. The magic pulled, shuddered.

Nothing happened.

“Well that did a whole lotta nothing,” you commented dryly.

“Shaddup! Lemme try again.” He muttered the incantation again, his voice a little louder, a little firmer, his palms pressed against the shelves.

Again, nothing happened.

“What?? I don’t understand! Why isn’t it working??” he said.

“Mammon, are you sure you even remember the spell correctly?” you replied.

“Tch, of course I do!” he replied, his voice rich with indignation.

“Is it possible that they changed it?  Like changing a password or something?”

“Wait... hang on a sec...” he muttered.  You felt him moving next to you, his arms outstretched, and you could feel his hands touching the objects on the shelves. It was the sound of glassware clinking, bags rustling.  It was nearly pitch black, and you didn’t dare turn on the light, lest it shine beneath the door and give away your hiding place.

Mammon’s hand bumped something, and it fell to the floor with a loud, shattering crash.  You both flinched against the noise and waited with bated breath as you both listened.  A moment later, the unmistakable sound of a monstrous growl and the double doors slamming open resounded, and you both jumped.

Your breaths were coming in faster now.  “It’s here....” you whispered.  You clutched the sleeve of his jacket in a death grip.  “Mammon!”

The scent of spices began to hit your nose, drifting up from the broken container at your feet.

“Wait... “he muttered. He bent down and touched the powder with his fingers and sniffed.  “No...”  He stood up and opened another container and sniffed it, and then other.  “Shit! No, no, noooo....” he muttered.  He laid his head against the closed door.  “This is the wrong one.”

You felt the blood drain from your face.  “What?”

“It’s the wrong pantry! This one is just spices!”

“So?? What does that even mean?”

“It means it’s not connected to the storage room!”

“Why the hell not??”

“I don’t know, that’s just how they designed it! Ask Barbatos, he probably knows!”

“Mammon!!!” you whispered harshly.

“Hey, it’s not my fault!” he protested.

“Yes, it is!!”

“No, it’s not! I was distracted!”

“By what??”

“By the damn mummy chasing us!” he retorted.  “And you, dressed like that...”

You did a double take.  “Excuse me??”

The sound of something hard scraping against the cafeteria floor snagged both of your attention.

“Why did you have to be a sexy nun?? With that tight dress, and those boots...” Mammon muttered to himself.  “It’s okay, it’s okay... we just gotta think of... something.” Mammon let out an excited gasp.  “Hey! You’re an apprentice now, right?? You know any good spells?”

Your brain was still stuck on the ‘sexy nun’ comment.  Another scrape of noise, the sound of one of the cafeteria tables being bumped, regained your focus.

“Me?? What about you?? You’re thousands of years older than me!!”

“Yeah, do you think I’m spending all that precious time staring at spell books when I can be out there earning cold hard Grimm??”

“Ugh,” you groaned.

Another scrape, closer this time, followed by the sound of one of the stacked chairs clattering to the ground. Mammon’s arms were around your waist in an instant, holding you tight against him.

“Shit, shit, shit... hurry!” he whispered into your ear.

“Okay, okay, just... shut up and let me focus,” you muttered.

His hands released you, and you felt along the edges of the door, tested the shape of the door handle.  A binding spell, or a weaving spell? Which would be better?

“Okay, I think I got it...” you whispered.

You placed your hands on the door and began to chant.  As you chanted, your hands began to move, following the seams and leaving a trail of faint, pale light before vanishing like ripples on a pond.  You did the doorknob last, weaving the binding spell thick and taut.

“That should do it.”

The door to the kitchen banged open and you both jumped.  Mammon yelped, and you covered his mouth with your hand.  Once he was quiet, you removed your hand and you both waited and listened.

One, two....

Three.

Then you heard it.  The sound of scraping, dragging footsteps and raspy breath. It was getting closer, closer...

Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest, your palms sweating.

But it was Mammon who was really starting to lose it.

“No, no, no, no.... he’s gonna find us!” he whispered.

“Mammon!” you whispered back.

You heard a loud bang, the sound of a door being thrown open. Then the shuffling of footsteps, and another bang.  The mummy was checking all of the closed doors.

“No, it’s too late! He’s gonna find us! I’m too young to diiieeee,” he whimpered.

You could feel your eyes roll into the back of your head.  “You’re a demon! You’re not gonna die!”

But he didn’t hear you; his breaths were coming heavy and fast now, and your frustration was starting to morph into genuine concern.

“Mammon...” you tried again, your hand against his chest.

You could feel the movement of his body, could tell he was shaking his head in the darkness.  You covered his mouth with your hand just as the shuffling footsteps stopped right outside the door.  Then you heard it.  The jiggling of the doorknob.

It didn’t open. Your spell held, the knob giving off a faint glow as the magic activated.  With it, you caught a glimpse of Mammon’s terrified eyes as he stared at the door. The dim light faded as soon as the hand released the knob on the other side, once again plunging you into darkness.

It happened again, the shaking of the knob harder this time. But again, the magic held, the light shining slightly brighter than before.  Mammon whimpered against your palm, his arms finding your waist again as he clung to you.

“Mammon, pleeeease...” you begged in the faintest whisper against his ear.

The light dimmed again.  There was a long pause.  Just when you thought the mummy had left, a loud series of bangs resounded against the sealed door.  The edges glowed, the framing illuminating the small pantry space.  Mammon yelped into your palm, and your heart nearly tore out of your chest with how quickly it was pounding.

If the mummy heard him... if he learned that you were both in here...

You had to shut Mammon up.  You had to distract him.

You grabbed the thick collars of his jacket and yanked him down into a kiss.

His mouth crashed against yours, lips warm.  He froze, eyes wide in the darkness, lit against the pale glow as the mummy tried to the doorknob one more time.

The doorknob stopped jiggling and the light disappeared, once again plunging you into darkness.  One breath, two, you counted as you kept Mammon’s lips pressed against yours.  Just as he began to overcome his shock and wrap his arms around you, you heard the shuffling of the monster’s feet as he trudged away.  You pulled away, your body hot and sensitive.

You waited a couple more minutes with your ear to the door before finally braving a whisper.  “I... I think he’s gone... maybe he went to go find someone else?”

Mammon was uncharacteristically quiet.  You cast a lighting spell, and a small orb of orange light lit up the small pantry.  You tossed it up gently and it floated over your heads.

“There, that’s better...” you muttered as your eyes began to take stock of everything. 

The shelves were well stocked with various questionable devildom ingredients.  Mammon was right; it was the spices pantry, rows upon rows of glass containers with various labels on them. Eye of newt, ghost garlic, howling peppers.  You noticed the broken container on the floor, red powder scattered with Mammon-sized footprints pressed into it.  On the higher shelves sat various pickled ingredients: rabbit feet, bat wings, toad eyes...

But your attention to the pantry space was overshadowed by the heavy stillness that lingered behind you in the form of one unusually quiet greed demon.  Mammon’s silence was becoming torturous, and finally, knowing you could no longer avoid what’d happened, you turned and looked at him.

It was enough to snap him out of his stunned state.

“What the hell was that??” he demanded.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’? You kissed me!”

“Well, yeah, you were starting to lose it and I had to shut you up!” you retorted.

“With a kiss? Here? Now??”

You couldn’t suppress the grin that blossomed across your face.  “Are you telling me you didn’t like it?”

“Wha- No, I didn’t say that...” he muttered as he scratched at the back of his head, his eyes looking away.

You stared at him for a long moment, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Mammon...”

“Hm?”

“You know I like you, right?”

His eyes snapped back to you, his mouth open as he tried to find words.

“Y... you do?” he finally said.  But then a lopsided grin curled up on one side and he straightened up pridefully.  “I mean, of course you do.  I’m the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed.”

You laughed, rich and light with amusement.  You grabbed him by the wrapped bandages of his costume. “C’mere.”

Mammon’s grin was full now, his eyes gleaming in the warm light.  “You gonna kiss me again?”

“Yes,” you replied as you pulled him closer.

His arms tightened around you, pulling you against him. The scent of his expensive cologne surrounded you, and you fought the urge to bury your face into his neck and inhale.

“But I’m not scared anymore,” he teased.

“Oh,” you replied. You placed your finger to your chin thoughtfully.  “You’re right.  So maybe you should kiss me instead. As a thank you.”

“You want me to kiss ya?” He began to dip his head down, his eyes staring at your lips.  “ Y’know I won’t be able to stop when I start, right?”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

His lips were close enough to brush yours, feather soft.  “Because I’m greedy.”

“So am I,” you grinned.

A small scoff escaped his upturned lips, the warmth of his breath fanning yours for a split second before he kissed you.  Warmth spread throughout your body and you held his face in your hands.

He pulled back for just a fraction of a second to take in your dazed eyes and parted, open mouth.  Then he kissed you again, harder, as his body pressed you up against the sealed door. Your mouth opened for him instantly and Mammon took advantage of it, his tongue meeting yours hungrily. His hand came up to cup the back of your neck while his other held tightly to your waist.  Over and over you kissed, his warm tongue swiping against yours as his hands began to roam, caressing your body with a selfish touch.

You nibbled on his lip and he groaned as his body pressed harder against you, his leg taking up residence between your parted thighs.  You could already feel his hard cock pressed against your leg from within his pants, twitching eagerly against the restraining fabric.

“Your costume has been driving me fucking crazy all night,” he growled as his hands palmed at your breasts.  His body forced your legs open even wider to make room for him as he stood between them. “Especially these,” he commented, as his fingers tugged playfully on the edge of the knee-high black boots.

You glanced down at your costume with a giggle.  The short skirt was hiked up to your waist thanks to the way he had you spread for him.  It left your panties exposed, pretty and enticing.

Mammon wasted no time once he saw them, his palm cupping the shape of you through the thin fabric as he rolled and pressed his fingertips. You sucked air in through your teeth as sharp jolts of pleasure radiated.

“You better’ve put these on for me and no one else,” he growled.

Your breath shuddered from your chest as you struggled not to buckle under his firm touch.

  “Only you,” you replied.

“Good,” he whispered, and then he kissed you again, his tongue stealing your mouth.

His fingers continued to rub circles through your underwear, your wetness causing the fabric to glide easily across your sensitive skin as it soaked through, hot and slick.  You moaned into his mouth, and it spurred him on, his fingers pulling the panties aside and dipping into your wet heat.

Your body was more than ready, your walls slick and welcoming as he pushed one finger in, curled it, and then followed it quickly with a second, pushing deep into you until his knuckles were pressed against your folds. His other hand tugged the edge of your top down just enough to expose your breast, your nipple captured between his thumb and forefinger.

You gasped, your lungs filling hungrily with air as your nerves sang.  Then you exhaled, the breath carried on a wanton moan as he curled his fingers against your soft walls while his other hand rolled and pinched.

“Fuuuck,” he muttered against your lips, his breath hot. “You’re so fuckin’ hot...”

He kissed you.  Then Mammon pulled his fingers out slowly and pushed them back in.  Your eyes rolled and your mouth moaned. 

“I’ve thought about this so fuckin’ much,” he murmured as he watched you intently, “...fisted my cock every damn night to the thought of havin’ you just like this.”

Mammon pulled his fingers out again and then pushed back into you swiftly, harder, his palm grinding against your clit.  You yelped, your spine straightening as your head fell back against the hard wood of the door.  He stared in rapture and did it again.  Your fingers clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his jacket.

It was everything Mammon had hoped for, everything he’d wanted.  Every whine and moan, every gasp and spasm were like little gifts of worship that you left on his golden altar.  It only spurred him on, eager to hear more, see more, take more. 

He began a steady, hard pace with his fingers, curling his tips on their retreat and grinding your clit on his return.  Your yelps turned into breathy whines, his name on the tip of your wet tongue and swollen lips.

He grinned devilishly. “You like that, huh? You like when I fuck your pretty pussy with my fingers?”

You were too enraptured by the sensations he was stroking in you to respond, your mind going dumb against the rapid onslaught of pleasure, and he chuckled.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby... gonna spoil ya, treat you the way you deserve.”

Mammon was everywhere; his fingers deep in you, the scent of his cologne surrounding you, his hot breath painting your lips.  He stole wet kisses from you with his tongue before trailing his mouth down your jawline.  He sucked on your neck harshly, pulling at the sensitive skin where your pulse fluttered wildly. It ached, sharp and rich, and you knew the mark would linger for weeks, and somewhere in your dazed mind, you thanked him.

But then he was moving further down, his teething grazing your collarbone and down your cleavage until he found your nipple. He took it into his mouth and bit it between his pearly white teeth with a growl.  Your body jolted, your hands pushing against his shoulders instinctually, but he did not relent.  Instead, his tongue lathed over the tender flesh and he began to suckle.

“M-Mammonnn...” you begged as you finally found your voice.

He released your nipple and continued to crouch lower and lower, until his face was level with your exposed, needy cunt.  His fingers still worked you, but they slowed considerably, causing you to whine.

He stared up at you, his blue-gold eyes dark with hunger.  “You haven’t been with any of my brothers, right?”

You vision focused, the seriousness of his tone forcing you to concentrate on him. “No,” you replied. “I p-promise. No one else...”

“I’ll be your first,” he said firmly.  “And I’ll be your last.  No one else is allowed to have you, ya got that?”

“You’ve always been my first,” you confessed. “I don’t want anyone else.”

He smiled at that, lips pulled into the sexy grin that you loved so much.

Then his mouth was on you, tongue dragging mercilessly across your swollen clit.  You gasped, deep and rich as your fingers tangled into his white locks and tightened on his roots.  He moaned against you, his voice reverberating into your core.  Mammon removed his fingers from you and in a single swift motion, he grabbed both of your thighs and put your legs over his shoulders.  You yelped as your body weight shifted against the door, but between his shoulders his hands gripping your ass, and the hard wood at your back, you were held steady.

The shift in your position forced your cunt harder against his face, and his tongue dived into your folds as his nose nudged your clit.  He licked and sucked, moaning like a starving man as he devoured you.  He relinquished your ass cheek with one hand, trusting in his shoulders and the door behind you to hold your weight as he pushed his wet fingers back into you, pumping them in a steady rhythm.  Your hips began to roll and buck, your fingers clenched into fists upon his head as you grinded yourself against him.  It built rapidly, faster than you could manage.

“Mammon!” you cried in warning.

You came hard, your body wracked with wave after wave of hot euphoria.  It rolled through you in shudder after shudder, the pleasure pushed out on decorated moans.   Your cunt throbbed needily around his tongue, his fingers, aching for more, more...

Your orgasm hadn’t even fully finished before he was removing his fingers from you and setting you back down on shaking, weak legs.  He came back up to face you, his mouth capturing yours in a hungry kiss as you whimpered against him.

You were torn between the aftermath of pleasure and the lingering sensation of feeling incomplete.  God, you wanted more of him, needed to feel him in you, hitting you deep and filling you up...

Before you could even so much as speak, his fingers were in your mouth, drenched in your arousal.

“Suck,” he ordered.

Your lips closed automatically, swallowing your juices off his long digits as they pressed against your tongue.

He laughed, breathy and light, as his eyes drank in the ruined sight of you.  “Look at ya, so fuckin’ greedy... I knew you were perfect for me...”

As you sucked his fingers clean, his other hand was quickly undoing his belt buckle and then his pants.  He’d barely gotten his cock free before he was lining himself up with your sopping, messy hole and pushing himself into you.  You moaned around his fingers, your eyes rolling back into your head as the filthy sounds of profanity fell from Mammon’s lips like prayers and promises.

His free hand lifted your thigh up against his hip as his body, hot and sweaty, pinned you against the door. You took every inch, every centimeter, your walls stretched and burning at the size of him, reigniting the nerves that hadn’t even had the chance to mellow before he began to fuck you.

Your legs were already weak from before, your heels making it difficult to stand.  Mammon removed his fingers from your mouth and hooked his forearms behind your knees and lifted you with ease, pinning you against the door with your knees drawn up on either side of you.  It rendered you helpless, the shift in the angle allowing him to hit you deeper until you were seeing stars.

Mammon fucked you harder, his hips pistoning his hard cock into you at a relentless place.  You clung to his shoulders as your whines and pleas grew louder, higher.  It was too much, the pleasure too rich, too sharp, it felt like wildfire...

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he moaned between his heavy panting.  He kissed you, hard and sloppy, his mouth conquering yours as if he were searching for the residual taste of your cunt on your tongue. “I love you. I love you, I love you...” he chanted.

He adjusted his hold on your thighs slightly and his pace shifted, his cock pounding, faster, deeper, a greedy pursuit of a high he’d longed for ever since he first laid eyes on you.  It hit your sweet spot over and over until it ached, throbbed, and finally you were shattering, your second orgasm ripping through you, harder than before.  You cried out, and Mammon laughed, thrilled at the sound of your pleasure.

“Yeah, let ‘em here ya baby, fuck.  Let ‘em know who you belong to.”

But then his own words fell away, and he burst with a groan, loud and heavy as he buried his face into the crook for your neck.  His cum was hot, like fire, and it filled you up, and still he fucked you through it, savoring, reveling, until it oozed down his cock and soaked his balls, his pants. 

With a final thrust, deep and hard, his cock spasmed the last drops and he moaned low in satisfaction.

Your world spun, dizzy and tumbling with lightheadedness as you gasped heavily for air.  Mammon was still for a long moment, his sweaty forehead pressed against your collarbone as his hot breaths coated your chest.

Slowly, he lowered your legs until you could wrap them around his waist.  Then, with you still held in his arms, you both slowly slid down the door until you were sitting in his lap, his softening cock still tucked snuggly in you.

You stared up at the ceiling, dazed, as the orange orb glowed and hovered, flickering like a candle.  The air was hot and stuffy, rich with the smell of sex and spices.

You tangled your fingers into his hair at the back of his head and scratched along his scalp tenderly, and he groaned contentedly.

“I love you too,” you finally rasped around tired lungs.

Mammon sat up finally and looked at you, his arms still around your waist.  “Do ya?”

You smiled at him.  “Yeah.  I do.”

He kissed you tenderly, his gentleness returning now that his lust had finally been satiated... for now.

“Good,” he replied. “Cuz I meant it when I said it.  I love ya more than anything.”

You smiled and kissed him back.  “I know,” you replied.

You leaned your head back against the door and closed your eyes.  Mammon laid his head against your chest as he snuggled you.

“Mine,” he muttered.

You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair.  “Yours,” you replied.

After a few long minutes of silence, you finally spoke.

“Mammon...”

“Hm...?”

“I have a confession.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

“I don’t know how to undo the binding spell on the door.”

“..... WHAT?”

[animentality]

… the post with the terfs on it is the 4b feminism post, because 4b is a radfem movement with self identified terfs in it. terfs are eating that post up because it’s literally what they’re all about, and the 4b crowd continue to screw over and exclude korean trans women and progressive korean feminists. there’s some great articles of the history of this growing transphobia in the korean women’s lib movement for free on jstor

ok I just checked that post and the version that's getting spread around is literally the anti terf anti rad fem version, like what the fuck?

the replies aren't even bad bc only people who follow me can reply to my posts anyway.

it has 18,000 reblogs.

you guys really think I have the time to go through every reblog to block every single terf who might be reblogging it???

like listen I'm sorry. people have complained about me not blocking every single terf before.

but with all due respect and this is not a fucking flex...

I literally do not have hours to just spend going through my reblogs and blocking every single person who might be a terf.

I can maybe go and block people who add tags.

but not just every single person who's reblogged it.

it's really not feasible, and I have other things to do than fight with stupid ass terfs who just have a million alts anyway.

now if you have someone you want me to block... feel free to tell me and I probably will.

but you don't know every single terf blog on Tumblr either, id wager.

so maybe calm down and remember that you don't have to engage with terfs on this site.

they thrive off making people angry.

sometimes you ignore people who are perpetually online.

sometimes it's better to support trans people, not just rail on transphobes all day.

[fanby-fckry]

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[medusa-fem]

Heads up this blog liked one of my posts about detransitioners. Of course I was suspicious of a rad fem with "kink" and "princess" in her username. Went to check wtf was going on and it's a goddamn sissy blog who gets off on forced detransition kink! Feel free to go ahead and block him if you don't want a potential sex offender near your posts. Be wary clicking on his blog if you have any trauma, I found it rather triggering.

[brownwomanisland]

Israeli scholar, historian, and citizen Lee Mordechai calls Israel's action in Gaza a genocide.

He then goes on to share pictures from page 1 to page 14.

His words echo what other sources such as the Lemkin University for Genocide Prevention and Human Security have said.

The fact that I have to post an Israeli MALE scholar/historian talking about genocide for some rad fems to finally pause and think about what the rest of us have been saying ...

Your birth is a lottery and you do not get to choose your country, ethnicity, cultural background.

No tags bc I don't feel to be inundated with the "well actually" bullshit. And I'm blocking freely too. If you can excuse a sister's death anywhere, you can excuse it everywhere. And you cannot be considered a sister tbh. What's the difference between you and the obvious handmaidens? Tell me that the Israeli women are actually safe in a society of men who are flagrant murderers driving tanks over little girls bodies and shooting their bodies till it looks like a colander.

What other women are you shrugging your shoulders to because you believe them to be participants in the crimes against them?

[arseniccattails]

Observation of rad/fems during this debacle: they also believe that their political enemies are usually immune to content moderation standards. Rad/fems believe that trans people get a free pass to harass them, but that they get banned for minor offenses. Am I saying they're correct? Absolutely not.

I'm saying you're all being kind of stupid about this.

You think that your allies get banned but your enemies don't because you know your allies and friends. You notice when they're banned. Even if you know they did break the TOS, you also know your political enemies break the TOS too, and the problem of their existence hasn't gone away, so what gives? Here's a hint: you don't notice when they get banned, because they're faceless to you, and there's always another enemy to take their place. Radfems get banned. Nazis get banned. Progressives get banned. Tankies get banned. Someone somewhere, who is always some type of person, is always breaking the TOS.

The same applies to bots, by the way. Bots are interchangeable and not memorable, and you always block them, so you think moderation attacks real people's NSFW posts, but leaves the bots alone. And. No?? Bots get banned and deleted, guys. I promise. It's just the nature of spam that there are always more new ones.

Furthermore and regarding bots, can you imagine something the moderation team is currently going through that might make enforcing site rules quickly a little hard? Could it possibly be related to the bot problem??

Especially if you're going to claim rad/fems don't get banned, I'm just going to tell you that while on a little blocking spree (I prefer to block rad\fems/tankies/the occasional nazis in batches because it's more efficient,) I saw several grey urls in reblog chains that were days old. You also run into blatant ban evasion.

The reason moderation may have been acting quickly right now is twofold: you're breaking TOS at people who work for the company, meaning the evidence is squarely in their faces, and it's a high profile topic. Considering I've seen extremely un-jokey death threats about moderation and other staff since this started, I am extremely disinclined to trust on faith everybody being deactivated right now is just being silenced.

[apolloshinesdown]

I just had to block a blog that had rad/fem in its name, so let me be very clear: My blog is not for TERFs. Get out.

[actualadvocacybruh]

Rad fems - “STOP TALKING TO US MOID”

Me - “K”

Blocks them

Rad fems start spamming my dms and asks screeching at me anyway ….

So I’m respecting their wands and not talking to them and they are insisting on violating my consent by harassing and whining at me now

Cause again they never cared about consent or anything it’s just a farce so they can play victim and justify their whiney bratty behavior

Don’t be like them …. work through your abandonment issues like a sane person so you don’t waste your life wondering why your father left you and your mom to get cigarettes and milk and never came back

[genderqueerdykes]

part of me wants to revive my old ace/aro positivity/advice sideblog and part of me still hurts and shies away from it because of the discourse and some of the shit i went through on that blog just for daring to say that aces and aros are queer.

how do you do it? how do you keep a blog like this going when there's just constant nasty bullshit coming in? i miss running it and i miss being the one who got to tell people who weren't sure who they were that they could be whatever they felt and that they were welcomed and loved. but i do not miss regularly getting told to kill myself or that i need therapy.

you know, that's a very good question, i haven't thought about that

it is very hard and i'm sorry people have treated you that way. i don't know why people are so determined to be as rude as possible about aspec people. like folks are just ruthless and it makes no sense because romance and sex are so normalized in our culture that people who step outside of what is considered "normal" for human attraction are very much queer. someone who refuses to partner because it doesn't interest them is very queer. someone who enjoys erotica but not sex is very queer.

it is hard, i will give you that. i do receive a fair amount of nasty messages, but i've noticed they've decreased recently because periodically i go into the terf and rad fem tags to block everyone who is participating in those communities. i'm very proactive with the block feature, i will use it if i feel unsafe, uncomfortable or like that person would be unproductive to interact with. i naturally have a sort of confidence to me that comes with my autism. i know i'm right about what i'm talking about (most of the time). if someone wants to challenge me, that's their business, but i'm generally very sure of myself and what i want to say

i am also heavily medicated, so keep that in mind. i do take several medications for anxiety, bipolar disorder, and so on. so a lot of the time my emotions are kept in check by my meds. i've been in therapy for a very long time and if things arise i can talk to my therapist or friends about it. generally online trolling doesn't bug me because i've spent most of my time online ever since i was a kid. i'm very used to the patterns that manifest when people want to bother someone else. i don't like giving rude people what they want

i remind myself that rude people are entitled. they expect the world to work the way they want it to, but that's just not how life goes. i also have DID, which means i have other people living in my head with me that can take over if i get too frustrated. generally i quickly journal out my feelings, delete the ask, and then move on. the greatest piece of advice i can give you is that you do *not* have to answer every single ask or message. if an ask pisses you off so bad that you can't formulate constructive thoughts on it, just delete it. you don't owe internet strangers anything

generally i'm very socially oriented. i really, really enjoy talking to people. because i've always had very progressive beliefs, i'm very much used to people trying to challenge me on what i know about the world and how things work. i lived with republicans and libertarians early on in my life and saw the fascist patterns in their behavior and wanted nothing more but to discuss how life really can be more gentle, welcoming and opening.

after i started this blog, i realized that there are people who are hellbent on misunderstanding you and that's something you just have to cope with. it's literally impossible to make people all think and feel the same way on a given subject, humanity is too diverse for that. there will always be someone who wants to misunderstand what you're saying in order to suit their own narrative. once i was reminded of the strawman fallacy, i began to realize that so many people literally just make up people to be offended on their behalf. people make up problems where they don't exist. some people literally wake up in the morning to do this and you can't change it- and that's alright. you can always block and ignore them. just because they got under your skin doesnt mean you owe them anything.

honestly, sometimes a person is cut out for it, and sometimes they're not- not saying you're not. it's *very* hard to do this, don't feel like you're a failure or anything. it's very exhausting at times. i take breaks and answer asks when i can for that reason. i don't want a schedule. i don't want to force myself to do this every single day. it's a job, but it's not. i like being an activist. i like helping. and i like changing people's minds. i don't mind having stressful conversations, because they're the ones people avoid the most. i've never been scared of having "tough" conversations. again, my autism helps me out in this regard

i think at the end of the day it's my love for other people that drives me. i've always been selfless and put others before myself. i really care about community and people uniting, it's literally my goal and passion in life. i've always wanted to become some type of figurehead in the community who is here to help. so for me, it's aligned with what i want to do in life. i'm aware that i have to take some blows in order to do it, so i do my best to take em on the chin

i hope that made sense or helped at all. i'm here to try to help spread awareness for folks like you who maybe can't due to mental health reasons. it's absolutely okay to not be able to keep up with it because of the amount of absolutely rude comments. i do what i do for people like you. maybe in time you'll be able to do so again. good luck out there! take care of yourself

[dead-inside-demiboy]

Accidently stumbled upon a detransition rad fem account (didn't interact, just blocked them) but my reaction to their main take was just like

Account: Taking masculinizing hrt can potentially harm a female body really bad because it does permanent changes to your body and there is potential for permanent harm that would still exist even after you stop.

Me: yea that's a fair point, you should read the risks and do the research, to make sure you know what you're getting into and that you're sure beforehand. Also doctors should do more trans research cause our current knowledge isn't the bes-

Account: And that is why hrt should be completely banned for all afab people and also if you want to take testosterone or are currently taking it as an afab you're anti feminist and hate women :)

Me: wait what the fuck

Account: also trans men are just masc lesbian girls, you're pretending to be a man cause it makes dating women easier. You should just let yourself be a queer woman and stop taking those nasty hormones :>

Me: ....