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“I have nothing to hide” Asks

(For those daring enough to reblog)

1. What are 4 tabs that you have open on your browser right now?

2. Have you ever thought about seriously harming someone?

3. How are you feeling emotionally right now?   

4. What type of place(Like building) are you in right now?       

5. Does anyone know your deepest, darkest secret?

6. Have you ever tried to feign mental illness for personal gain?

7. Do you have any enemies?

8. Do you have any people you only pretend to like?

9. What is one item that you never let anyone besides yourself look at or in?

10. Do you have any talents that people say you have but you don’t believe you actually have?

11. Something you like that other people generally do not like?

12. Are you a Virgin?  

13. Is there anyone that your grandma would hate that you are subscribed to on youtube?

14. Introvert or extrovert?

15. What is the most used application on your device?

16. How much fan fiction have you actually read?

17. Worst Fears?

18. Biggest mistake you’ve ever made?

19. Worst lie you’ve ever told?

20. Do you consider yourself a trustworthy person?

Chapter 139 Recap and Notes

Holy shit, what the hell happened!?

This is the chaos that Mephisto was talking about back in chapter 130? If Satan is defeated it'll warp the world.

Mephisto has been floating inside the disembodied Satan, it's simply Gehenna on steroids.

Now that Gehenna has broken into Assiah, we have an ugly mismatch of worlds....and possibly, according to Mephisto, times.

Despite everything, Mephisto has luckily survived. But he has yet to learn what is coming next; for the first time in his existence, he doesn't know the future. The world as he knows it has become unpredictable. He's also been trapped and possibly unconscious for quite some time, within Satan.

It's been two years since Satan lost his body, and the entire world has gone to hell literally, with Gehenna and demons coexisting with the humans in a dystopian realm. We have True Cross still intact and under the command of Arthur Auguste Angel. Who, no doubt, rules with an iron fist under the careful manipulation of the Uzai. Check out his robes. For a minute, I thought Shiemi was the new Paladin and Angel was dead, but they pulled the old "bait-and-switch" character intro.

Check out Angel's face. He has the mottled look of a demon that's straining its human vessel. We know Angel is a clone descended from demons, but technically he's human with a Lucifer temptaint. His own original body wouldn't have rotted away like that, because he was in charge of his own living flesh and had balanced powers.

So, does that mean that Angel didn't really survive in the last chapter and that he was replaced by something else? Was he possessed by a very strong demon? Is that demon co-existing and controlling the weak-minded Angel? I don't know for sure, but it ain't right.

Our other favourite exorcists, Shura, Lightning, Yukio, and Shiemi, are nowhere to be seen, and Shima has become a star amongst the Order. The same Order he undermined while working for the Illuminati. Shima was that lazy guy that hated responsibilities and didn't give a shit about his friends and family. He's now a world-stage star and a heart-throb. That ain't right. But predictable...he's self-absorbed and self-indulgent. Being a star gets him closer to hot chicks, and he'd walk away for that alone.

Predictions? I have a few.

Sometime in the last two years, the True Cross order took on a hardline approach, banishing anything or anyone that was part demon. Under Angel's stubborn rhetoric, their existence would have been traitorous. Rin, Yukio, Shura, Lightning, Shiemi, and Kamiki would become outcasts for their apparent Demon DNA and heritage. Angel is the same as they are, but he denies it!! And the Uzai have carefully protected that lie to remain in control.

True Cross did something horrendous and divided their ranks.

And thus, we see Paku comes back into the fold. She's older and war-torn. She's seen some shit and is trying to find or tell people the truth. Something ain't right.

True Cross has become Evil, and Rin and the others have established a Rebel counterforce. And check out Rin! He's in control of Amaimon's familiars!! Hobgoblins. Plus a really big dragon...so does this mean that Shiemi and Rin are working together and Amaimon is along for the ride as the servant of Shiemi. Curious! He has an Amaimon-styled, shredded cape, jeans and a scarf....at least he's comfortable.

At least we can feel a slight relief in all this chaos.

Mephisto's alive....and he's free!!

Rp struggles

As a writer and someone who does RP, I hate it when I have a character that I love so much but I can't use her because she's a girl and my RP partner prefers male characters...

In this new RP I have three characters, two girls and one guy. It is very obvious he favors my male character. I have so much lore for the two girl characters and yes even for the male character, I don't discriminate while crafting my characters. My main thing is I put the character first, I don't care about the gender. However he sees my male characters and automatically is drawn to them first because they have d!cks. He's literally admitted that.

I just don't know what to do. I don't want to only make male characters but in order for them to have written screen time I feel like they have to be male. I am so proud of how I write my characters and I love writing my female characters, but he prefers my male characters. Honestly this male character so far has been so BORING for me to write because of this factor. I know the only reason he's liked is because he's a male character. I'm tired.

I guess I just don't understand why someone would prefer a character because of what's in their pants, probably because I'm asexual. I like a character based on their character, but he always likes a character first up because the character is a man.

I don't know what to do, I really don't and I feel like I've said that enough. I've tried to bring this up to him but he just brushes off my feelings, I don't know why. I try to always listen to him and honestly I wasn't even going to make a male character but I forced him in there because I know what he prefers. My first two designs for the RP were the two female characters, but then I got extremely anxious that he wouldn't want to RP if I didn't add a male character, so I forced myself to. Now he's overshining my other two characters, even though I'm convinced if one of my female characters was a male he'd be all over her. But no because she's a girl she gets side lined.

A smug morning

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Smut, Lazy mornings, Fingering, creampie, delayed orgasm, multiple orgasms, implied drinking, implied rough sex, tender sex, jealous, possessive

Word count: Roughly 2K

A/N: You wake up naked in Lucifer's bed, and he decides to seduce you. Too bad you fell under his spell a while ago.

Also known as I felt like writing some lazy morning smut.

Images belong to Solmare.

You feel nice and toasty warm, the weight of the fabric covering your body just enough to give that sense of contentment. The glide of smoothness from the material as it shifts is the first thing you notice as you slowly come to awareness. 

The haze in your mind is comforting as it clears after a well deserved night of rest and your senses start to take notice of your surroundings. The rise and fall of your chest as you breathe deeply, the vaguest scent of cologne from the night before lacing the air. Just under that, a layer of something that reminds you of oak permeates the room formed by the occupant and the length of time he’s occupied the space.

You hear the sound of even breathing, the loudest noise in the room lacking any form of time keeping devices aside from the two phones. A creek of the wooden slates of the bed under the mattress, his inhales louder as the tip of his nose brushes against the shell of your ear. 

The warm wash of his exhales along your skin makes you shiver as a line of goosebumps forms along your shoulder. The point of your tongue slipping past your lips to moisten the dry cracked skin, tasting tartness from the demonus you had shared before going to bed last night. 

Blinking your eyes open and spotting the bottle and empty glasses on the table. An explanation of the slight burn at the back of your throat, the two of you drank the entire thing. A soft noise escapes past your lips as you arch forward to stretch your back, a few pops and cracks that seem so much louder than they are. Prompting a low rumble from the figure behind you, his warm palm sliding from your hip to your stomach and upwards along your skin before stopping in the center of your chest. A slight pressure against the hard mass of your ribs so your back is in contact with his chest once more. Followed by a shift of his hips, and something hard rubbing against your bottom. 

You let out a soft chuckle, feeling his fingers spread and brush against the skin of your breasts. If he was trying to pretend he was still asleep any chances of you believing that deception are long gone. Lifting your arm behind your head at an awkward angle to brush your fingers along his neck. “Good morning.” A rasp from the lack of use from your slumber, one that like always will be gone once you speak a little more. 

“Morning.” His deep voice echos just under your ear, another shiver as his teeth drag lightly against the column of your throat. His lips planted soothing quick kisses along the path he just made. 

“I think we passed out last night.” 

“Hmmm” A noise of agreement as his mouth keeps moving, trailing down to your shoulder while his arm that had been under your neck worms under your body to replace his hand on your chest. 

“You’re so talkative this morning.” Letting your arm fall into a more natural position behind you, sliding your fingers down the firm muscles of his side until you reach his butt and give it a squeeze. 

“I’m trying to seduce you.” Trailing his fingers downward along your stomach to the apex of your thighs. “That doesn’t require me to speak.”

You laugh while your heart feels light inside your chest. “I’m naked and in your bed Lucifer. I think that counts as having successfully seduced me.” A long inhale as his fingers ghost over your folds, close enough to feel the heat from them without touching the skin. A tease. 

“You being in my bed isn’t enough.” Nipping at the junction where your neck connects to your shoulder before he sucks harshly and you let out a gasp, arching to let him have more access to the tender flesh. “I want you panting from my touch.” Guiding his mouth higher, brushing his lips along your pulse point with thin strands of his salvia breaking against your skin. “Writhing as I make you squirm.” A series of wet strokes as he laps at the area where he can feel your heart beating in your neck, noticing the increased tempo of the muscle as it pulses. “Hearing you moan my name while I’m inside you.” 

“That.” You whisper, trying to turn your head to catch his crimson gaze “Sounds like a lovely start to the day.” Tilting your head more and Lucifer lifts his lips away from your neck, his whole body shifting behind yours to kiss you properly. It’s slow and sensual, building the fire in your core in tandem with his fingers brushing along your weeping folds. 

A soft whine that he swallows down, pulled from your body as two of his fingers slip inside your sex. Curling them to press against a cluster of nerves that makes you break from the kiss to pant. “That’s a good start.” Pleased with himself, Lucifer starts to pump and curl his fingers faster, as if planning to make you cum on his fingers. 

“Luci-fer” A broken moan as your hand grips the muscles of his butt harder, your hips starting to rock as you chase his fingers. 

“Just like that.” Mouthing at your neck once more, using the point of his tongue to trace the cords of muscle standing out as you arch your head back. The burning in your core grows hotter from his touch, scissoring his fingers before adding a third. A noise like he’s pleased with you, his breath washing against your damp skin makes you shake in his hold. 

“Close~” Shutting your eyes as you focus on the movement of his mouth, his sharp teeth dragging over your pulse while his fingers flick inside your walls. Curling his hand to brush the edge of his thumb against your clit. Panting his name like it’s a mantra. 

Only to let out a choked sob as he rips his fingers from your core just before you can tip over that edge, his lips a hair breath from your skin. The hand on your chest keeps you still while he smears the slick from your core along your hip. “Not yet.” Teasing you with his voice, aware that denying you now means you’ll just come harder for him. 

As you feel that inferno inside you cool, Lucifer brushes his hand over your hip in small circles waiting for your breathing to even out. “Two out of three” whispered against your ear once you were no longer shaking in his hold. 

“Should I” Stopping to lick your lips as your words took your own breath away. “Should I roll over?” As much as your skin has cooled, the thought of him above you snapping his hips into yours with his eyes narrowed while he watches his length disappear inside your warm walls makes the fire in your core spark once more. 

“No.” Sliding his palm down your leg before slipping under your knee and starting to lift upwards. “I want to take you like this.” It's a tantalizing thought, the idea of him fucking you from behind and your body held tight in his embrace makes your head swim. Releasing your hold on his ass to grab the inside of your knee, keeping your legs open for him. 

“Such a good girl.” A quick press of his lips to the space just under your ear, clenching around nothing from the praise. A slight jolt when his knuckles brush against your pussy, while you can’t see it, you know he’s lining his cock up with your opening. You can picture his length, hard with a few prominent veins, the tip red and shiny from the pre cum that seeps from the slit. A noise of pleasure laces the air with an unconscious slide of your tongue over your bottom lip. “Now to give my good girl her reward.”

Guiding his tip between your folds and sinking as deep into your warmth as the position allows, both of you moan as he breaches your body. Like this, he can’t snap his hips, or sink as far into your slick channel, yet the position is intimate with your bodies tightly together. A gentle sway of his hips, his hand serving as a barrier to keep his dick inside your walls with his shallow thrusts. 

“So good.” Moaning as the orgasm you had been denied already has you near the edge, rolling your neck to try and coax him into a kiss. A brush of his lips before the kiss deepens, gliding his tongue along the inside of your mouth. Just as he starts to flick your clit with one of his fingers. It’s different, but still has your body thruming with the beat of your heart. A mewl low in your throat, a verbal signal to him that you’re close once more. 

This time he doesn’t stop. Lifting his lips away to watch you come undone for him with a low call of his name as your walls clench around his cock as if trying to suck the rest of his length in and milk his balls dry. It’s one of Lucifer’s favorite sights, the way your eyes flicker as you fight to keep them from shutting, the way creases along the corners of your eyes form as your body is flooded with chemicals from your release. The way your jaw goes slack after a moment when you decide to succumb to the pleasure racing through you instead of trying to hold it back. The visible pulse of your heartbeat in your neck as the muscle races to pump blood through your relaxing form, it makes his own mind reel. 

He’s far from done, waiting for you to come down from your high before he starts to move again. Pulling several more orgasms from your body between his soft praises and lingering kisses. At night, he fucks you to the point of breaking you. Reminding you who you belong to with the snap of his hips, your hands bound to keep you from trying to caress his body and distract him. Once in a while, he gags you to keep you from breaking his focus with your cries of his name. A rough lover you can’t get enough of.  

The mornings, however, are for long lingering touches when the mood strikes him. A reminder that as much as you belong to the avatar of pride, he also belongs to you. A possessiveness he wishes you showed a little more when it came to him. As selfish as he is, he knows he can’t keep you to himself when his brothers also vie for your attention. A concession on his part, but they are his brothers and he’ll allow some lenience when it comes to them. 

It’s the other demons of the Devildom that get under his skin when it comes to you. The way they try to be coy when speaking to you in the halls of RAD, the offers for coffee at the newest cafe, and similar dates that seem to come at you from all directions. The piles of so called confessions that pour from your locker when you open it. It makes part of him rage inside of him because his own pride stops him from proclaiming you’re his. That a demon like him could wind up so desperate for a human. 

Instead, he contents himself by flooding your core with his cum. His voice low as he whispers against your ear. “The idea of all those demons flirting with you today, unaware of my seed dripping from your core. It does something to appease my ruffed feathers at them thinking they can take what’s mine.” Grinning wide aware you can’t see the smirk that bares his namesake sin. “I’m well aware that they could never succeed in seducing you from my side, but it’s fun to watch them try. Knowing you’re thinking about me when your core twinges, as your skin grows flush at the thought of being under me again.” 

You let out a small noise before shaking your head at his antics. “You’re not wrong Lucifer, but I sweat sometimes you’re over the top.” 

Laughing as he gives your body a swat before removing his softening length from your core. “I am your top after all.” Rolling to slip off the side of the bed with a swagger in his step. “I did tell you once every bottom deserves the right one did I not?” 

“You’re never gonna let that go are you?” He just keeps laughing as he heads for his private bathroom instead of answering you. 

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Having stumbled into a building Blizzard had thought was abandoned, she had found herself trapped in this odd place. Of course nothing worried her too badly until she heard a voice from behind her.

Chills ran up her spine as she completely froze in place, a cold swear beaded around her neck. All the hairs on the back of her neck stood up straight, feeling the presence as if it was right up to her back. Slowly, she turned to face the horrifying being-

Small.

Small.

That was the first thing that crossed her mind as she stared down, her eyes still wide and shock filled her mind for a completely different reason than horror. Still frozen with her mouth agape, slowly her hand moved up to cover her mouth. To anyone it would appear like she was frozen in fear(not really).

The moment the boy in front of her turned into a Swoobat like being, she let out a slight squeal like one would when seeing something cute. Turning away to catch her breath, all she could think was how fluffy the boy's other form appeared. Taking in a deep breath to calm herself down, letting out a very slight, "Oh my goodness" as she exhaled looking back at him with a smile, "Hello there."

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"What a shame, that door is locked...!"

Sorry, Blizzard, your attempt to just find your way back out, testing random doors, proved a failure, as the occupant of this abandoned mansion has been silently following you from the shadows, and has now decided to reveal himself, after silently approaching! While startling due to the sudden and unexpected speech, it's a rather high voice, isn't it? Either a child or a deeper-voiced woman. It seems to come from lower behind her, too...

Were Blizzard to turn around, she'd find... he's... awfully tiny, isn't he?! That cape dwarfs him and looks like it would constantly get caught underfoot were he not wearing heels to elevate him and keep his cape just above treading range...

Despite all that, he looks smug and quite proud of himself for securing prey! (He hardly did, though...? She kind of just stumbled in by sheer luck, fortunate for him, unfortunate for her...?)

But, would she just be prey? It almost seems too bad, she was fun to watch, wandering the mansion, that almost felt like ending it too quickly...

After his unnecessary taunting (probably emboldened by the fact she's trapped here with him), he'll immediately turn into... a Swoobat (albeit one with a slightly more human face, with dirty blonde her, grey eyes, but sporting the upturned fangs, ears, and heart-nose of a Swoobat!) to fly up to try and bite her neck.

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Another Topics List

Word lists may be helpful for some people to overcome writer's block.

PERSONAL FEELINGS, OPINIONS, AND EXPERIENCES (Adjectives)

PLACES: Buildings

PLACES: Countryside

PLACES: Towns & City

WEATHER

Source: Cambridge English: Preliminary and Preliminary for Schools Vocabulary List (2012)

More: Word Lists ⚜ Topics Lists

a list of 100+ buildings to put in your fantasy town

academy

adventurer's guild

alchemist

apiary

apothecary

aquarium

armory

art gallery

bakery

bank

barber

barracks

bathhouse

blacksmith

boathouse

book store

bookbinder

botanical garden

brothel

butcher

carpenter

cartographer

casino

castle

cobbler

coffee shop

council chamber

court house

crypt for the noble family

dentist

distillery

docks

dovecot

dyer

embassy

farmer's market

fighting pit

fishmonger

fortune teller

gallows

gatehouse

general store

graveyard

greenhouses

guard post

guildhall

gymnasium

haberdashery

haunted house

hedge maze

herbalist

hospice

hospital

house for sale

inn

jail

jeweller

kindergarten

leatherworker

library

locksmith

mail courier

manor house

market

mayor's house

monastery

morgue

museum

music shop

observatory

orchard

orphanage

outhouse

paper maker

pawnshop

pet shop

potion shop

potter

printmaker

quest board

residence

restricted zone

sawmill

school

scribe

sewer entrance

sheriff's office

shrine

silversmith

spa

speakeasy

spice merchant

sports stadium

stables

street market

tailor

tannery

tavern

tax collector

tea house

temple

textile shop

theatre

thieves guild

thrift store

tinker's workshop

town crier post

town square

townhall

toy store

trinket shop

warehouse

watchtower

water mill

weaver

well

windmill

wishing well

wizard tower

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