Devil 👿 @deviliciousv-world - Tumblr Blog

🕯 Welcome to the Den. Not for the soft-hearted.

Age 27 | UK | Dominant | No attachments, only impact.

My old blog @narcissisticsmokers-blog which I put on hiatus and forgot the email id for lol. Hope to get my mutuals back ;)

I’m not here to be loved. I’ve done that once, it left scars that didn’t bleed, only festered.

So no, don’t expect romance. Expect control. Expect corruption. Expect a man who knows what it means to own your mind before he ever touches your body.

I’m back, not to stay in your life, but to haunt your thoughts.

⚡ What I Crave

I crave your resistance. The kind that trembles before it breaks. I crave submission born not out of fear, but desperation.

I like girls who squirm, who beg, who know what it means to ache and still ask for more.

I’m not just dominant, I’m deliberate. I want obedience that’s raw. Eyes that flicker between terror and lust. I want power plays that make your stomach drop and your thighs clench.

🖤 The Kinks I Own: CNC & Somno

CNC (Consensual Non-Consent):

You say no, but you’ve already signed it away.

CNC is not just rough sex, it’s a game of mindfuck and trust. You give me the power to ignore your pleas and I, in return, know exactly where the line is.

It’s about building fear in fantasy, while guarding you in reality.

I love when you’re unsure whether you hate it or crave it.

I love the whimpers, the panic in your breath, and how your body betrays you even when you beg me to stop.

Safe words exist. You’ll need them. But until then, you’re mine to wreck.

Somno (Somnophilia):

You’re at your most vulnerable when you’re asleep.

That’s when I like you most.

Breathing slow, body limp, unaware of what I’m doing to you, until you wake up soaked, sore, and unsure if it was real or a dream.

Of course, consent is given before the first touch.

But once you’re under? That’s where I take over.

You won’t remember when I started, but you’ll feel it when I’m done.

🗝 What You Should Know About Me

• I have no tattoos. I don’t need ink to leave marks.

• I enjoy a good conversation just as much as a good scene. If you’re bratty, obedient, a switch, a curious newbie—slide in.

• I’m respectful until you ask me not to be.

• If you’re here for love, you’re in the wrong place. But if you’re here for longing, denial, power, and devotion, you just found your new addiction

💬 Final Words

This is my world. One where rules bend, where pleasure and fear live side by side.

If you’re strong enough to enter, be ready to lose control and love every second of it.

Your neck looks like a good place to start.

I’m not into buying stuff from anyone. I won’t share nudes or ask for them. Respect to be respected.

Just in case ;)

Took the test today ;)

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deviliciousv-world

You love getting stalked, don’t you?

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reblog if you’d like one of these in your inbox

- ask me things you want to know about me

- why you follow me

- what’s on your mind/what you’re thinking about

- a compliment

- make me choose between two things

- ask for advice

- tell me a secret

- things you associate me with

- anything!!!!

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You love getting stalked, don’t you?

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✨reblog if you're accepting anonymous asks about anything✨

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Reblog if you think the person you reblogged this from deserves to be happy.

deviliciousv-world

You love getting stalked, don’t you?

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Yes but shhhh don’t tell anyone

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I won’t. enjoy getting stalked ;)

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You love getting stalked, don’t you?

you keep acting like nothing is happening between us, like we’re just two people sharing space, like your eyes don’t linger a second too long every time you look at me. it’s almost convincing, the way you carry yourself, the way you speak like everything is normal, but there’s always that moment where it slips. a pause, a breath held for just a little too long, the way your voice softens without you noticing. you think you hide it well, but you don’t. not from me.

I watch you more than you realise. not in a way that’s obvious, not in a way that would give me away, but enough to know the difference between what you say and what you actually feel. you tell yourself you’re in control, that you can draw a line and stay behind it, that whatever this is can be ignored if you just pretend hard enough. but then you stand too close, you hesitate before walking away, you let silence sit between us like it means something. and it does.

you don’t understand that the hardest part isn’t wanting you, it’s knowing you feel it too and still choosing not to say anything. it’s watching you fight something that’s already there, something that keeps showing up in the smallest ways. the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention, the way you stay even when you have every reason to leave, like part of you is waiting for something you won’t admit out loud.

one day I’m going to stop letting you pretend. not in a way that forces you, not in a way that takes anything from you, but in a way that leaves no room for denial. I’ll look at you and you won’t be able to look away, not this time, not like you always do. and in that moment you’ll realise it was never just in your head, never something you could walk away from. because the truth is, you’ve been moving closer this whole time, even when you thought you were pulling back.