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Damnit not all of us guys want to be on top!! Some of us wanna get railed!
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so the house of representatives just passed a bill that will now move to the senate to BAN tik tok completely in the united states and they are expected to argue that “national security risks” outweigh the freedom of speech and first amendment rights. biden has already said that if it gets to him, he will sign it. whether or not you use the app…….this is something to be worried about
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uuuGHHHH I NEED TO RANT!!!!! I AM OVULATING!!!! it literally feels like i am in heat like i wanna be fucked doggy style and usually im not submissive i prefer to be bratty but god i wanna get on my knees and let someone command me every second, i wanna be a good boy. i wanna hear the soft cooing of “atta boy” “thats a gooood boy” in my ear while they finger-fuck my cunt
first time horny posting but MY BRAIN IS ROTTING!!!!
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this>>>>
“atta boy.”
“gooood boy.”
“such a fucking slut, yeah?”
“dirty bitch. my bitch.”
“keep looking at me.. that’s it.”
“so fucking needy.”
thank you for coming to my ted talk.
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The lack of Sephiroth x male reader fanfiction fills me with great sorrow.
I just want him to call me a good boy and bang me like a screen door in a hurricane.
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Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜʀ Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ...
CW: sub amab reader, softdom Thoma, oral (receiving), praise, missionary (i think?) not much dialogue.
As you walked into Thoma's room, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. It was your birthday and Thoma, your lovely boyfriend and companion in your journey, had promised to make it a night to remember. Little did you know, the night was going to be far more than just memorable.
As soon as you walked in, Thoma greeted you with a warm smile and a gentle hug. “Happy birthday, I’m glad you came over!” he said, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. You softly smiled at the gesture and felt your cheeks get pink. “So, whats the plan you had for me, Thoma?” You curiously asked. I mean, he was super insistent on you coming over. Surely it had to be something exciting, right?
Thoma led you to his room, where he had set up a special surprise for you. Candles were lit all around, casting a warm and intimate glow. Soft music was playing in the background, adding to the romantic atmosphere. You couldn't help but appreciate Thoma's efforts to make your special day even more special.
Thoma's hand found its way to your face, gently caressing your cheek. “I wanted to make this night all about you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “To make you feel loved and adored, because that's what you deserve.” His words made your heart flutter, and you couldn't wait to see what he had in store for you.
As Thoma's lips trailed down your neck, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. His hands roamed over your body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. You were already feeling hot and bothered, and the night had only just begun.
Thoma slowly undressed you, taking his time to admire every inch of your body. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed, looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. You couldn't help but blush under his intense gaze, feeling desired and wanted.
Your clothes were quickly discarded, and you found yourself lying naked on the bed, with Thoma hovering above you. His lips found yours in a passionate kiss, and his hand traveled down to your already hard member. He stroked you teasingly, making you let out a low groan.
“I want to make you feel good, my love,” Thoma whispered in your ear, his voice dripping with desire. “Tell me what you want.”Your face turned red, but Thoma's words gave you the confidence to ask for what you truly desired.
“Th-Thoma..,” you stuttered, “I want your m-mouth.” Thoma's eyes lit up with excitement, and without wasting any time, he got between your legs. His mouth enveloped your member, and you couldn't help but arch your back in pleasure. The feeling of his wet and warm mouth around you was unlike anything you had ever experienced.
With every time his head bobbed up, Thoma took you deeper and deeper, making you see stars in the sky. He used his tongue expertly, sending waves of pleasure through your body. “You taste so good, my dear,” he moaned, and it only turned you on even more.
You couldn't hold back any longer, and with a loud cry, you released yourself into Thoma's mouth. He didn't stop until you were fully spent, and when you opened your eyes, you saw the most beautiful sight. Thoma had a satisfied smile on his face, with your release dripping down his chin.
“Baby, I…may I?” He asked with his hand on his belt, slowly unbuckling it. You bashfully nodded your head but he stopped himself.
“Please use your words.”
Your bottom lip slightly quivered, “Please.” His eyes clouded with lust as he finished unbuckling his belt, and his clothes were quickly discarded along with yours. When you spread your legs, he propped them up onto his shoulders and kissed the inside of your thigh before lining his cock with your hole.
He slowly entered you, playing with one of your nipples as a small distraction from the burning stretch. Once settled, Thoma began to slowly grind against you and found that spot that made your body just melt. His hips stuttered and he held your waist, beginning to thrust in and out of you.
With each thrust, Thoma whispered words of praise and adoration, making your heart swell with love and pleasure. “You are so perfect,” he whispered, “so beautiful, haah…breathtaking.” His words made you feel like you were on top of the world, and you couldn't ask for anything more.
After what felt like hours of pure pleasure, you reached your peak once again, and Thoma followed soon after. As you both lay tangled in each other's arms, you couldn't help but thank Thoma for the best birthday surprise ever.
Thoma's words, touch, and actions throughout the night had made you feel loved, desired, and adored. He had made your birthday an unforgettable experience, and you knew that this was just the beginning of many more nights of passion and pleasure to come.
In that moment, in Thoma's arms, you couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person in the entire world. And you knew, no matter what, you would cherish this night and this man forever.
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"ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪsʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ?"
lucifer x m!reader
CW: AMAB reader, degrading, hair pulling, rough fucking, org. denial, a dash of praise. NSFW BELOW THE CUT.
shitty writing
'You have been quite arrogant and disrespectful lately,” Lucifer's voice rings through the room, causing a thrill to race through you. “Do you really think you can just get away with it?” he continues, his tone dripping with authority.
Your eyebrows furrow as you reply, “As if i’d obey you, stupid. It’s funny how you go around acting like you own me.”
Before you can even comprehend what's happening, Lucifer has grabbed you by the hair, pulling you closer to him, his lips pressed against yours in a searing kiss. You let out a pleasured and suprised moan into his mouth, feeling his hands trail down your body, his touch igniting a fire within you.
“Wrong answer,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. He pushes you down onto his bed, pinning you down with his larger hands. “You need to be taught a damn lesson.” he says, his fingers tracing down your chest and rubbing your nipples as his other hand teasingly circles your hardening cock.
“Fuck—!” you gasp and your body instinctively jerks away, but it only seems to intensify his grip on you. “Don't even think about escaping, brat,” Lucifer says, his voice laced with that lustfulness you’ll never get tired of. “You asked for this.”
With one swift motion, he pulls your pants down, exposing your bare ass to him. “Spread your legs wider,” he commands, and you obey, knowing there's no use in resisting (besides maybe more roughness).
Lucifer smirks as he brings his hand down, spanking you hard, making you yelp in surprise and pleasure. “You like that, don't you, bitch boy?” he taunts, striking you repeatedly, each time making your body tingle and twitch. Your meek voice squeaks as his hand comes in contact with your ass. His tongue comes in contact with your ear as he whispers,
“I want to see how many dirty words I can make you moan while I fuck that mouth of yours. I want to see you take all of me, choking on my cock as I push it deeper and deeper down your throat.”
You moan, begging him to touch you, to give you some relief. He chuckles darkly, knowing how needy you must be feeling. His gloved fingers slip under the waistband of your boxers and take out your hard cock, his thumb rubbing the tip. The gloves heighten the sensation, making your legs tremble.
Then, two fingers rub your needy hole and makes you shiver. As if your body knows he’s made for you, it shyly swallows two of his fingers down to his knuckles. His fingers thrust in and out, but Lucifer purposely avoids your sweet spot.
“Please, Lucifer,” you whimper, your body trembling with need.
“Please what?” he asks, his hand still working you mercilessly.
“Please let me cum.” you gasp, your body aching with desire.
He releases a dark chuckle, his fingers moving faster, pushing you towards your release. “Beg for it, you whiny little brat.” he commands, his voice sending vibrations through your entire body.
You let out a strangled moan as his fingers suddenly hit against your prostate, making your toes curl and eyes roll back. “God, please,” you whine “Lucifer please I need it so bad, I promise i wont disobey you, i promise..!”
You hear him chuckle from behind and he teasingly bites your ear lobe before thrusting his fingers into you faster and harder. Lucifer’s lean body presses against you to keep you still while you moan and whine. As your mouth is open his other fingers press against your tongue,
“Quiet down. Do you want everyone to know what a slut you are? How desperate you are to feel good?”
You shake your head no as your eyes tear up, you were so, so close. Until, you don’t feel that release. You pant and look back over your shoulder as the build-up goes down and you feel that ache.
With a satisfied smirk, Lucifer pulls away, leaving you breathless and exhausted on the bed.
“Next time I’ll make sure to put you through torture, this was just a warning.”
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holy moly
The Things That Find You
Laughing Jack x Male Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Reader finds an antique Jack-In-The-Box at a yard sale, unaware that by purchasing it they would also be taking home an unwanted guest.
Content/Warnings: Dubcon elements, horror elements, LJ being a stalker creep (so some non con voyeurism), LJ is just fucking weird in this one, clown fucking shenanigans, big stripey clown dick and also long stripey clown tongue, comically large clown penis, LJ eats ass, LJ is massive so big size difference, tummy bulge, that dick should NOT be able to fit in you but it’s my story i can bend the laws of anatomy however i wish, LJ is very mean in this one and doesn’t really care if he hurts you, some degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, reader is kind of a slut boy (same), there’s a lot of build up but please it’s worth it i prommy (but also feel free to skip to the porn that’s totally fair)
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Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!
A/N: Jack is british just fyi so if you’re like me and you read with accents there you go!
The antique jack-in-the-box was certainly an odd find at a garage sale, but there was no denying that it caught your eye the moment you saw it. It was incredibly ornate, clearly hand painted in all black and white and decorated with balloons and candy, not to mention it was preserved wonderfully for a piece that had, presumably, been stored in an attic for who knows how long. You could run your fingers over the edges and feel every detail of the tediously carved borders. You carefully turned the wooden box over in your hands, looking over the large, carefully painted words on the front:
“Laughing Jack In The Box!”, surrounded by all sorts of patterns and shapes.
Your face immediately lit up. Everything about this box screamed one of a kind. You could already see it sitting on your collectors shelf, safe behind the glass for you to keep and observe. You absolutely had to have it.
“Excuse me miss?” You called, looking around for the old woman who was running the garage sale. She got up from her lawn chair and made her way over about as fast as you’d expect from one as antique as some of the items currently being sold.
“Could you tell me about this jack-in-the-box?” You asked, trying to hide your elation.
“Oh, this old thing…” She began, looking at you over her comically oversized glasses. “It belonged to my great, great grandfather, Isaac, and was handmade by his father. It was given to me as a young girl, and I was keeping it in the hopes I could pass it on to my own children.”
You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness at the comment, but it seems the woman had no qualms about selling it.
“Well, it may please you to know that I’m an antique collector,” You explained in an effort to reassure her. “This is a beautiful piece. If you’ll sell it to me, I can promise you it’ll be safe on my shelf.”
“Oh, I have no worries about that. No one would pick this old thing up unless they knew what they were buying. So, what’s your offer young man?”
You thought for a few moments, weighing the box in your hands. You didn’t want to completely rip her off, but a one of a kind antique like this could go for thousands in the right place, and you weren’t looking to break the bank for this thing. Besides, who else would possibly buy it if you didn’t?
You pulled your wallet out and flipped through it, debating with yourself.
“How about…a clean fifty?”
And with that, a deal was made. Before you knew it you were proudly walking back to your car with the box tucked under your arm. You placed it carefully in the front passenger seat where you could watch over it, glancing back one last time to the now empty place on the table where the box once sat before driving away.
Immediately upon getting home you rushed to your room and swung open your shelf, eyes scanning over every row as you tried to find the best place for your newest treasure. It took a bit of rearranging to keep the shelf organized to your liking, but eventually you were able to place the box neatly right in the middle. You carefully closed the glass door and took a few steps back to admire your work. It was absolute perfection, and you couldn’t stop yourself from happily clapping your hands together. You deserved to applaud yourself a bit, after all.
You flopped down on your bed and grabbed your phone, eager to share your find with anyone who would listen, giddy with excitement. You really couldn’t believe how lucky you were! No one else would ever lay hands on a jack-in-the-box like this one, and now it was all yours.
As the hours of the afternoon dissolved into the night, you found yourself peeking into your room just about every time you walked past. You smiled wide whenever you saw the pristine box sitting on your shelf. It was especially beautiful when the sun hit it just right and made it shine. Your chest was still swelling with pride even as you climbed into bed for the night, able to peacefully fall asleep knowing that you’d filled another spot on your shelf today.
Unbeknownst to you, you had just given up the privilege of peaceful sleep.
That night you had one of the worst, most vivid nightmares you could remember.
You were standing in your room late at night, and everything seemed deathly silent, as if all the birds and insects that would normally be chirping outside had up and died off. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked around in confusion. You tried to turn on your lamp, but it wouldn’t come on. Trying the light switch yielded the same distressing result. You moved to open the door, but the moment you reached out for the knob it disappeared as if it had never been there in the first place. When you turned back, your bedroom window was gone too. Both of your escape routes had dissolved into thin air without so much as a sound.
The hair on the back of your neck stood up as your eyes slowly wandered to the jack-in-the-box. It was the only object left on your now open collectors shelf, but it seemed to take up so much more space than before. It had captured your gaze in an iron grip, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t look away. A terrible feeling began to bubble in the pit of your stomach, becoming heavier and heavier until you felt as though you may collapse from the weight, but nothing was happening. Something about the box itself felt so…malicious, so threatening, but it was simply sitting dormant on your shelf.
What were you so scared of?
That was the question replaying in your mind when you woke with a start, nearly falling out of your bed in your disoriented state. You shot straight up as you fought to catch your breath, taking a look around just to make sure your window and door were still there. Fortunately, they were. It really was just a nightmare.
A wave of relief washed over you as you slowly laid back down. You took an extra minute to catch your breath, silently scolding yourself for being so easily scared. You turned your head to look out the window, now noticing the very first little shreds of the dawn coming up over the horizon.
However, you noticed something else as well. Something that set off just a bit of unease in you.
The glass door of your shelf was open.
Not wide open, or broken, just slightly cracked as if it hadn’t been closed all the way and was now just barely ajar. You could’ve sworn you shut it all the way, you could even remember hearing the little click.
But we all make mistakes, don’t we?
That seemed enough of an explanation to calm you as you slipped out of bed to close the shelf once more. This time you double checked, just to be sure. When you were satisfied you went back to bed, finding sleep rather easily and this time without incident.
When you awoke some hours later you couldn’t help but question which parts of the night were a dream and which were reality. The memories of when you had woken up the first time were hazy, not to mention you were still shaken up from the nightmare. You tried to push it out of your mind, though, when you found your shelf securely closed and seemingly untouched. That was really all that mattered.
It seems you had the green light to go about your day as usual.
First thing’s first: you need to change out of your nightclothes. The stained band tee and baggy sweats would not cut it for running errands. You decided on something that would be comfortable for the day, but still made you feel confident and happy with yourself.
As you undressed you couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate yourself in the mirror, standing there in just your boxer briefs. You ran a hand over your sides, turning around halfway as you admired your own figure. It was a silly habit to have, really, but what was it hurting? After all, you were one handsome man. You deserved to be seen.
You weren’t the only one who thought this, and you certainly weren’t the only one who enjoyed admiring you.
Completely hidden out of your view, just how he liked, two achromatic pinwheel eyes spun manically behind the shadows of the jack-in-the-box. He only had to lift the box just slightly, so little that you would never notice, and even if you did you would likely brush it off as your imagination. Jack was skilled like that, able to slowly lure his victims into madness in such a way that they wouldn’t notice until it was too late.
You, though, had caught his attention in a slightly different manner.
You had piqued his interest the moment you picked up his box, handling it with a curious yet careful manner. For generations he had been packed away in dusty attics and grimy basements and long forgotten storage units, completely disgraced by the family line that was supposed to cherish him. But you had plucked him from that miserable cycle, dusted him off, and placed him carefully on your shelf in a secure little spot where you could see each other every day.
This was certainly unusual behavior.
That ache of contempt that he felt for nearly everyone else somehow had yet to creep in. On some level, Jack was just as curious about you has you had been about him, and now he was safe behind the glass to keep and observe you as he saw fit. Human bodies in particular had always been an odd interest of his seeing as they looked so different from his own. Seeing you flaunt yours so proudly with no one else around was honestly a bit amusing.
He watched silently as you slipped on your day clothes, turning around a couple more times in the mirror and adjusting your outfit a bit before finally deciding you were happy. He didn’t slip back down into his box until he heard your car pulling out of the driveway.
He sat there with himself for some few hours while you were gone. He had lost any sense of time at this point, used to spending his days alone in his box. Although, this time, there was one reoccurring theme that all his thoughts seemed to circle back to:
You.
What made exactly you so interesting, hm? He could venture a vague guess, but something was just…different. His affinity for humans had long since waned to nothing nearly two centuries ago, and yet a small part of it was beginning to stir in him once more.
It seemed this would require further observation, which was certainly no issue to him.
You, on the other hand, were blissfully unaware that you were currently sharing your humble abode. There were a few times when the events of the earlier night managed to worm its way back into your mind, but you always managed to push it away. You were simply being silly, that was all. It was a random occurrence with absolutely no significance.
Yeah, sure, that made enough sense.
By the time you were unlocking your front door, you had been lucky enough to truly forget about your nightmare. It seemed that you had finally calmed yourself and managed to stay grounded.
At least you had until you stepped through the door.
The second you had both feet in the doorway, the nightmare came rushing back in vivid flashes. It felt like your grocery bags were filled with cement, your limbs suddenly going weak. Your entire body had gone stiff, paralyzed with an indescribable sense of anxiety, the feeling that something was terribly, deeply wrong in your home.
You swept through the whole house and found not a single thing out of place, though every time you turned a corner you were sure you’d see something you didn’t want to.
No smashed in windows, no kicked in doors, nothing taken or broken, no other sign of an intruder. Nothing that would indicate anything out of the ordinary.
Then why was your stomach churning with the same heavy dread you’d felt in the nightmare?
You wracked your brain as you tried to figure out what could possibly be making you feel so uneasy in your own home, but nothing came to mind. Even as you put away your groceries you were mumbling and muttering to yourself, attempting to fetch any semblance of an explanation.
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Jack was more than happy to watch you spin yourself into a tizzy over his little tricks. He giggled to himself when you paced back and forth where he could see you outside the doorway of your room, proud to see he hadn’t lost his mischievous touch.
You felt absolutely exhausted by the time you were trudging your way to your room, the subtle thrum of an oncoming headache already threatening to floor you for the rest of the day. You were so drained, in fact, that you had to do a double take to realize that your collector’s shelf had been completely opened.
Not just creaked open like last time, completely opened. If it had been pushed any farther, the hinges would’ve snapped.
You stared in disbelief, mouth hanging half open. You couldn’t even will yourself to move. It felt someone had just lit a match to the pile of questions that had been accumulating in the back of your mind. As if on autopilot, you walked over numbly and shut the glass door of the shelf. This time, you triple checked that it was shut.
Of course, this time you weren’t satisfied with that.
The first thing you did once you had thrown on sweats and laid down was go to order a lock for the shelf online. You even paid extra to make sure it would be delivered the next day. After all, the last thing you needed was one of your prized possessions falling out and breaking.
Yes, that was the very normal, rational reason why you needed a lock.
You sighed with exhaustion as you struggled to get comfortable in your bed, figuring maybe a nap would help you recharge a bit. By some miracle you actually managed to fall asleep, and by another you slept peacefully for a full hour uninterrupted.
Damn, you needed that. You actually felt better when you woke up, stretching and cracking your back a few times before getting up.
Suddenly your fearful reaction earlier seemed so silly! Why were you so upset anyways? Because of a bad dream and a dingy old shelf? How stupid. Really, you were lucky you lived alone. If anyone had seen you like that they’d think you were crazy, irrational, completely out of your—
The shelf is open again.
The fucking shelf is open again, and the box has moved an entire shelf down on its own.
The box has moved on its own.
You were suddenly feeling light headed.
You sat back down on your bed, your head already beginning to ache once more. You were dizzy, confused, struggling to find your bearings in reality. You held your head in your hands as you tried to take a breather. Part of you hoped that if you simply looked away then back up, maybe the problem would fix itself.
No such luck.
You groaned with frustration, practically stomping over to your shelf. You moved the box back to its original place in a quick and jumpy manner, as if it was burning hot and it would hurt to hold onto it for too long. This time you quadruple checked that it had been closed properly, and even threw a blanket over the shelf to cover it.
It wasn’t a fix, but it could at least give you some semblance of security.
“Stupid broken thing…” You muttered to yourself, speed walking out of your room to head to the kitchen where hopefully a snack could distract you.
Jack was giddy with excitement, unable to stop himself from snickering with smug self-satisfaction. It had been so long since he had someone to play with, and you were so fun to scare it almost felt too easy.
He would have to play his next cards perfectly, though, if he wanted to keep this up.
He didn’t mess with you at all the rest of the day, even when he really, really wanted to. You peaked into your room every time you walked by, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw the shelf was exactly as you’d left it every time.
Maybe, you thought for the umpteenth time, you really were just being irrational. You didn’t even have another nightmare that night, and when you awoke the shelf was still closed with the blanket untouched on top of it.
When the lock came in that day you wondered for a bit if you really needed it, but ultimately decided it was better to be over-prepared than under. You could finally remove the blanket cover on the shelf, feeling much better now that you could properly shut and lock it. You stored the key away in the drawer of your nightstand where you knew it would be safe.
For you, it seemed like everything was finally back to normal again.
For Jack, this was the perfect opportunity to increase his antics tenfold. He was becoming more and more impatient, wanting to badly to properly greet you, and with each scare he only felt himself grow stronger. He was feeding on your anguish, allowing it to fuel him until eventually he would be ready to come out and play.
For the next few weeks, Jack made you sure you found absolutely no peace. He was relentless and cruel, even by his standards. He broke your stupid little lock, and the two others you ordered after that. He couldn’t count the amount of times he’d made you shut the glass door to the shelf again. Whenever you tried to cover him with the blanket, he let you know he was particularly upset with you by not only swinging the shelf door wide open, but moving his box right to your bedside table. That way, he got to see your terror up close when you jolted awake, nearly tripping over yourself to get away when you saw the box a mere couple of feet from your face. He made the house creak and jump every time you got a moment of quiet. Hell, he was petty enough to mess with the thermostat when you were out, meaning you got to return home to a freezing cold or blistering heat that was surely running up your bill. Speaking of running up your bills, it wasn’t unusual for Jack to leave the water running either.
The thing that got to you the most, though, was the incessant nightmares.
God, they never stopped.
They were almost all the same:
You’d be trapped somewhere familiar, like your room or a store you’d been at that day. You’d be completely alone and no lights would work, and when you tried to leave all the doors and windows would disappear. And every time, every goddamn time, that jack-in-the-box would be sitting there to greet you when you turned around. That was by far the worst part. Just looking at it would make you weak and nauseous, but you always woke up just before you’d collapse. Whenever you awoke from your nightmares you tried to take comfort in the sunrise beginning to slowly come up over the horizon, but deep down you knew the daylight could no longer save you.
Each day you woke up more exhausted than the last, too tired to go anywhere but not able to stand being in your house with whatever entity was making your life hell.
On the contrary, Jack was merely becoming more and more energetic every day. He hadn’t felt this eager in a long, long time. He was even feeling a bit bold, working up the courage once or twice to open the shelf while you were in the room. That scared you the most, making you jump with fear and scramble out of the room as fast as you could.
He knew you didn’t really have anywhere else to go. You could leave for the day, sure, but sooner or later you’d have to come back home. The stars must’ve aligned for him to find you, the perfect little plaything that could never really escape and gave him endless entertainment. You were certainly a funny one.
Although, there were times he enjoyed simply watching you just as much as tormenting you.
Countless times he’d find himself occupied with quietly observing you as if you were a completely foreign creature. He’d peak out of his box to watch you toss and turn at night, to watch you dress in the morning, and he even got to see you walk back from your showers a few times. You looked so soft, even from this far away, with so many places for him to grab and squeeze and wrap his massive claws around.
It was shameful, really. Or it should’ve been at least. Jack didn’t know the meaning of the word. All he knew was that the urge to reach out and grab you in his claws was growing stronger, and fast. His already minimal patience was beginning to thin, and he knew that soon it would run out completely. Watching you from afar wouldn’t be enough.
But that was okay.
He was finally ready to properly greet you, and he knew exactly how he’d do it.
That night you experienced one of the usual terrors, but this time you couldn’t recognize the room. It looked to be the bedroom of a victorian mansion with tall wooden walls decorated with dusty paintings that seemed to go up forever, closing you in on all sides. A child’s toys were scattered around the room, and the blankets on the bed had been tussled and pushed around. It was clear someone had been living here, but who? And why were you in a room you had never seen before?
And why, God—
Why was that jack-in-the-box still sitting on the shelf? And why was the crank turning on its own, playing the quiet, foreboding tune of “Pop Goes The Weasel?”
The feeling of dread that filled you was nothing new, but what you didn’t expect was to see the box slowly open as the crank continued to turn.
The movement wasn’t sudden, but it was absolutely shocking, so much so that you fell back onto your hands. You tried to scoot backwards, to somehow get away, but you couldn’t move. All you could do was watch as the lid of the box clicked into its open place, and a dark shape began to emerge.
It took a moment for you to figure out what you were looking at. The shape had sharp edges and moved slowly, in a controlled manner. It wrapped around the edge of the box and tapped against it.
It was a hand.
A massive hand with pitch black claws, each nearly as large as your palm, much too big to belong to something that should’ve been able to fit in that box.
A second clawed hand reached up, grabbing onto the opposite side of the box. They looked to be pulling up the rest of the body.
You watched, mouth agape in silent horror as the claws were followed by long striped sleeves, then a head and face covered by long black hair that fell past broad shoulders, until eventually the entire body had dragged itself out of the box. The creature sat there limply with its limbs bent unnaturally as if its own body was too heavy for it to move. There was one thing about it, though, that made your blood run cold:
Above a sharp toothed smile that was stretched impossibly wide were two achromatic pinwheel eyes, spinning manically behind a curtain of dark hair. They pierced your soul with their stare, almost seeming to glow in the dark.
There was a split second where you knew you were about to wake up, but the sight before you when you forced your eyes open was so similar to your nightmare that you weren’t sure it had worked.
That…thing from your dream was hovering over you.
Its visage was completely clear to you now, hair falling around its face and on either side of your head as it peered down at you. A single glance towards its body showed it was even bigger up close, easily twice your size. It resembled some sort of clown, in line with the theme of the jack-in-the-box, but nothing about it seemed comforting or humorous.
Your first instinct was to thrash, but you couldn’t move. The clown had pinned your arms down with its massive claws, not even flinching when you tried to fight it off. It took no effort to hold you down.
Its razor-toothed mouth began to crack open, and for a second you expected it to lunge forward and end it all with one fatal snap of its jaws.
But that didn’t happen.
No, instead…
It laughed.
The laugh itself didn’t even sound malicious or evil. In any other context it could easily be mistaken as an innocent giggle, a sound you might make when you saw something particularly cute.
That was what you were to Jack:
Cute.
But not in the way you’d think.
You were cute in the way a helpless, injured animal is cute.
Cute in the way that something you could hold in the palm of your hand is cute.
Cute in the way that something you knew you had complete control over is cute.
Cute in a pathetic, pitiful way that Jack loved.
He had waited so long to have his fun with you, he was trembling with excitement.
“Oooh, there you are!” Jack spoke in a lighthearted tone, drawing out his words in a playful manner. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to sound like, but it definitely wasn’t that. You couldn’t decide if his oddly happy demeanor and sing-song tone with the cartoonish lilt of his accent was more or less frightening than the classic demonic voice of a supernatural killer.
Suddenly something uncomfortably wet slid from your shoulder to your cheek, and it wasn’t until he pulled back that you realized it was his tongue.
It was impossibly long and had the same striped pattern as his sleeves, moving in a much too articulated manner, as if it was another limb. You watched with wide eyes at it slowly retracted back into his mouth with a sickening wet sound. You could imagine it coiled up in there like a snake; after all, that was the only feasible way it should’ve been able to fit back in his mouth.
“You taste even better than I imagined…” The clown continued, taking no notice of (or at least not caring about) your discomfort. “You’ve been teasing ol’ Jack, haven’t you?”
“J…Jack?” You echoed in a whisper. You could hardly hear your own meek voice.
He only chuckled in response, taking great delight in hearing you say his name.
One of his hands released your arm, though you didn’t dare move either way. It slowly slid its way under your oversized nightshirt, pushing it above your chest and exposing your entire midriff. Both of his hands ran along your sides slowly, two claw-tipped thumbs barely scraping over your skin. Just a bit more pressure could’ve drawn blood, and it wouldn’t even take much effort on Jack’s part.
You tried not to move, to not even breathe, terrified that one wrong move would get you torn to shreds. You could imagine one razor sharp talon digging into your chest and dragging to your stomach, slicing you open in a mess of gore and intestines and oh, God—
You winced when Jack’s tongue unfurled once more, this time running from your navel all the way to your chest. It left a cold trail of saliva that made you shiver. You had to turn your head away, unable to look at Jack any longer, only to yelp in pain when you felt the sharp sting of a bite.
When you looked down again you were greeted with Jack’s smug grin.
“Pay attention to me and I won’t have to do that again.” He ordered, unblinking stare piercing through you. The tone of the demand was almost whiny, like he would throw a tantrum if he didn’t get his way.
“Wh…What the hell do you want?” You choked out.
Jack didn’t answer. It would be more fun to watch you figure it out on your own.
He adjusted you in his hold, allowing him to sit up as he moved to grasp your thighs. It was then you realized you’d neglected to put on any actual pants before bed, your lower half clad only in your boxer briefs which were doing very little to keep you modest, especially as Jack lifted your clothed bulge closer to his eager mouth.
“W-Wait—!”
But your plea came a moment too late, and any other attempt at words died in your throat when you felt Jack’s tongue run over your cock through your boxers.
“Shit—! Jesus Christ…” You huffed, “What the fuck…are you doing…?”
You dug your teeth into your bottom lip and watched helplessly as Jack’s tongue ran over you once more, making you tense as you felt your cock twitch. Damn, that felt good…
You really shouldn’t have been enjoying this. Especially not this much. You expected to be much more disgusted, and yet you weren’t. In fact, there was a little voice in the back of your head that was eager to take much more.
But what choice did you have, really?
Jack certainly had no intention of stopping, and you certainly weren’t going anywhere. Besides, for all you knew you’d wake up tomorrow and realize this was all a shameful wet dream.
You tried to relax a bit in his grip, which proved difficult when he was staring at you like he wanted to eat you alive.
Before you could blink Jack had suddenly flipped you onto your stomach, making quick work of your boxers with one swipe of his claws. The sound of ripping fabric caught you off guard, and everything happened so fast you weren’t sure what had happened until you felt Jack’s tongue run over the bare back of your thighs.
“Oh my God—!” You cried out, barely managing to muffle yourself with a pillow. You held it tight against your face, and even had to bite down on it in an attempt to stop yourself from screaming when Jack slipped his tongue inside of you.
It felt even longer than it looked, squirming inside of you and leaving absolutely no spot untouched. Every time you thought he couldn’t possibly go any deeper, he somehow did, filling you with his tongue until you couldn’t fit anymore. A shame, really; he had lots more to offer, but he couldn’t expect much from such a little human.
His hands were easily large enough to grasp your waist and hold you against his mouth. You had no way of knowing, but Jack was more than aware of his own strength, even taking care to make sure he didn’t pierce you with his nails. You’d be much for fun alive, after all. Although, this didn’t mean he didn’t have a bit of fun scaring you, occasionally giving a rough squeeze just to feel you flinch. He was thoroughly invested in tasting every inch of you, but that didn’t mean he’d stop toying with you at every opportunity.
Despite his hold on you, you couldn’t stop yourself from writhing desperately in his hands. You weren’t trying to fight him, but the sensation of his tongue wriggling around so deep inside of you was certainly an odd one. Your cock was already throbbing between your legs and dripping precum onto your sheets. There was a nagging urge to reach down and give your needy member some much needed attention, but you couldn’t force yourself to release your painful grip on your blanket. It was the only thing providing you any sort of purchase.
Jack was making quite the show of eating you out as well, moaning and slurping in a rather dramatic manner. He certainly wasn’t afraid of being noisy, though he made sure to stay quiet enough to listen to your encouraging noises. You sounded so desperate and needy, he just couldn’t get enough. You became especially loud when he began to slowly move his tongue in and out. He could even feel you squeeze around it, and it made his cock ache as he imagined what it would feel like to finally be inside of you.
You shuddered when Jack finally retracted his tongue, his saliva completely soaking your hole and beginning to run down your legs, leaving you now feeling thoroughly stretched but unpleasantly empty. He only let you rest as long as it took for him to close and wipe his mouth before he was manhandling you once more, this time flipping you into your previous position on your back. It happened so fast that just the impact of your head on the pillow made you dizzy.
When you looked up again Jack had leaned back a bit, looking down at his hands as he unbuckled his suspenders and soon after his pants. You followed his gaze just in time to see his own massive length spring free from his trousers.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
It was bigger than anything you’d ever even imagined, and suddenly you felt embarrassingly inadequate. It too was striped, and shaped in such a way that you could easily tell it was a cock but definitely not a human one. He laid it over your stomach and you couldn’t help but gasp at the sheer size. It was thick and heavy too, throbbing eagerly against your skin.
“W-Woah, wait, no way—“ You stuttered, attempting to crawl backwards and away from Jack. “That’s fucking giant, holy shit…You can’t— T-That won’t—“
“Shhhhh!” Jack interrupted as he roughly pulled you back to him, “Calm down, you whiny little thing. You’ll be fine.”
You only whimpered in reply, watching with bated breath as he spread your legs wide to make room for his cock. He groaned with delight when his leaking tip brushed against your waiting hole.
“A-At least be careful…!” You pleaded in a last-ditch effort to earn yourself some mercy.
“I make no promises.” Jack replied shortly, as if he was annoyed with your request. Maybe it was a bit cruel to be so careless, but surely you were being dramatic. Humans were meant to stretch, right? Surely you weren’t that fragile.
The noise that struggled out of your mouth when he forced himself into you was downright inhuman, followed by a string of curses and other equally nasty exclamations of the sort that could’ve barred you from getting you into heaven all on their own. Not that you were going either way at this point.
When Jack had finally filled you as much as he could, only about two thirds of his cock had managed to disappear inside of you. That was still rather impressive, all things considered, and it’s not like he could complain. Your tight hole squeezed around him in all the right places.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You repeated under your breath as you tried to adjust to Jack’s size, a borderline impossible task.
“Foul mouthed one, aren’t you?” He scolded, grabbing your chin roughly. “Behave, or I’ll have to wash your mouth out.”
He seemed to find that hilarious, laughing to himself as if he’d never heard a funnier joke in his life.
“You…fuckin’ freak…” You spat back at him half-heartedly. It was hard to sound angry when you were trying to catch your breath after being filled to your limit. Jack feigned a gasp of disbelief at your lackluster insult.
“Naughty, naughty thing you are! Someone simply must teach you to behave!”
He squeezed you in his grip, testing his hold one last time before he began to pull back. You thought he’d stop halfway or at least start slow, but you were left speechless as he pulled out nearly all the way, leaving just the tip still nestled inside of you. You grabbed his shoulders in an attempt to brace yourself for what was sure to be a brutal impact.
“Brutal” was an understatement.
Shit, it felt like he fucking impaled you. You choked on what would’ve been a shriek when he pushed into you again, nails digging into his shoulder so hard it would’ve drawn blood if he had any. You felt unbearably full as his cock bullied its way back inside of you until it was laying heavy in your stomach.
Jack let out a shuddering moan that dissolved into a breathy laugh as he watched you struggle to keep it together. Your mouth hanging open in a silent scream and eyes going wide with panic was exactly what he wanted to see.
“Aww, did that hurt?” He asked, and honestly the condescending tone stung a bit. You only glared in reply.
He pulled back again, slamming into you with even more force than the first time. You could feel the bed swaying beneath you from the sheer strength. You could only hope he didn’t wind up breaking it after he broke you.
Jack was never one to take things slow, and as soon as he had gotten the hang of his thrusts he set a brutal pace. Each movement made your head spin with the impact. You really weren’t built to take something so massive, you shouldn’t have been able to, but you were taking it despite your body’s protests. You didn’t want to look down, unable to even stand the thought of seeing his gigantic cock disappear inside of you.
Desperate, animalistic noises spilled through your gritted teeth and out of your mouth. Each thrust hit deeper than the last and there were times you swore he was literally rearranging your guts. Of course you would eventually adjust to Jack’s size and strength, but that didn’t shake the fear that this encounter could land you in the hospital. This fear would fade as he continued though, the overwhelming fullness and ache soon melting into a pleasure like you’d never felt before. You grasped at anything you could, whether it be your sheets or Jack’s sleeves or hair, hopelessly clawing at anything you could get your shaky hands on.
Jack’s tongue laid limp out of his mouth as he panted, shamelessly rutting into you like a toy. You were nothing but a rag doll in his clutches for him to hold and use to his black heart’s content, and then some. While you couldn’t bring yourself to look down, he was more than happy to watch his cock thrust in and out of you. The wet squelching sounds made by each little movement were like music to his ears.
He knew he must’ve been hitting deep when he noticed the bulge he was making in your stomach.
Oh, you simply had to see this!
He grabbed your hair roughly and forced you to look down.
“Ahah! Do you see that? Do you?” He asked eagerly. He took your choked noise as a ‘yes.’
“You’re so small, ahah…I wonder how deep I can go before you break in two!”
He tugged on your hair once more, this time pulling it back to expose your neck. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning as he dragged his tongue slowly up your neck before pulling you into a messy kiss. It only took one second of your surprise to allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth, and it quickly found its way down your throat. You were caught off guard and nearly choked, which only made Jack laugh against your lips. You could feel every little twitch or jerk it made as it explored your throat with no regard for your comfort.
Jack didn’t pull away until he could tell you were struggling for air, retracting his tongue incredibly quickly. You were coughing and heaving to catch your breath, which he apparently found very amusing. It seemed to send him into a giggling fit every time he scared you half to death.
Suddenly Jack came to an abrupt stop. You looked up at him in confusion, but he wasn’t looking at you. He was focused on something else. You felt yourself being jostled around as he shifted his position, sitting up on his knees and lifting you from the bed with one hand still around your waist and the other under your back. You were entirely supported by his hands now.
What the hell is he thinking?!
You felt him retracting once more, but this time he wasn’t moving his hips. He was moving you.
He showed no signs of struggle or even the slightest strain as he began to thrust into you again, your weight practically nothing to him. He was using you like a goddamn fleshlight, nothing more than a sleeve for his cock.
And honestly…It wasn’t so bad.
That seemed to be your breaking point, any sense of dignity you had before completely going out the window as you gave into him fully. If he was going to use you like a toy, you could at least put in the effort to be a good one.
“F-Fuck! Ah—! Jack, m-more…!” You begged, and for a moment a look of surprise flashed across his face. The last thing he was expecting was to hear you pleading for him so shamelessly, but it was a welcome surprise. His signature grin returned quickly, stretching from one pointed ear to the other.
“Oh, more he says?!” He replied, “More, more! What happened to ‘wait, Jack!’ and ‘you can’t, Jack!’, huh? Sudden change of heart?”
He was mocking your voice, degrading you so blatantly that he expected you to recoil at his nasty words, but instead you tightened around him.
Oh…you liked that.
He was more than happy to keep going.
“What is it then, hm? Or have you already gone too stupid to answer me? Aha, you really do love this!”
You nodded quickly in response, managing to push out a slurred reply that sounded vaguely like an agreement.
“Fine then,” he conceded, “I can give you more…”
And just when you thought he couldn’t possibly go any faster or shove in any deeper or make you cry out for him even more.
He fucked you like his current life and the next depended on it, each thrust slamming the headboard into the wall so hard it left a mark. Your legs trembled as you began to get lost in the pleasure. It all felt like a blur, a wonderful blur only broken up by the realization that you were much closer to your orgasm than you realized.
“Jack, J-Jack—! I’m close, I…I’m…” You couldn’t even choke out a single sentence of warning. Jack was more than aware of what you were trying to tell him, but he was content to let you pathetically struggle for words.
“Go on, why don’t you? If you need it so bad I won’t stop you.”
His attempt at an impartial tone was greatly hindered by his obvious excitement, a result of how close he was to his own peak and how much he desired to see you cum. He wanted so badly to see you make a mess for him, to feel you spasm around him and know that he was the one who brought you to that.
“Oh, please—!” You whined, “Please, please, please…”
You had no idea what you were begging for. You didn’t have to, though, because it seems like your pleas worked anyways. Every muscle in your body tensed on instinct, your back arching up into Jack and one last high pitched cry managing to leave your throat as you came. The force of your orgasm hit you like a truck, more intense and prolonged than any other you’d had, helpfully hastened by Jack’s increasingly erratic thrusts.
“Ahah, you squeezed so tight!” He gushed, “You feel so, so good…”
Faster, faster, faster, he had to go faster. He was so close, so close. He had to fill you, he had to. He had to see his cum dripping out of you and to know that he’d filled you with all he had and you had to be filled.
He went silent for a split second, and you knew what you were in for when his hips stuttered before going still, but you weren’t ready for the sheer amount of cum he pumped into you. He held you on his cock until he was completely done, continuing to make small ruts with his hips until he’d ridden out his orgasm to the end. There simply wasn’t room for it all inside of you, but even as it flowed out of you and down your legs and onto your sheets he continued to spill into you. You’d gone limp in his hands by the time he was done.
You barely processed the feeling of being laid back down on your bed, but you definitely winced when Jack pulled out of you. Damn, you were already sore. Not to mention your forehead was drenched with a thick layer of sweat and your thighs were soaked with a multitude of bodily fluids that you were trying not to think about right now.
You managed to crack an eye open when you heard Jack snickering.
“Tired already? A shame. I had fun.” He said casually, as if the both of you had just returned from an outing and he hadn’t practically jumped you in your own home. Your only answer was an exhausted sigh.
Jack cocked his head to the side as he stared down at you. Were you really so worn out already? He wasn’t tired at all! Then again, “tired” wasn’t really something he felt…
Humans are so strange.
He laid down beside you and draped an arm over you. When he leaned in you expected him to lick you again, but instead he brought you into a kiss. An actual kiss, the first real gesture of affection he’d given you, even if it was rather brief. He pulled away to nestle his face into the crook of your neck, and you could feel his laughter against your skin.
“You’re a funny one, do you know that? I hope I get to play with you a lot more…”
Oh, fuck.
He wasn’t leaving, was he?
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Lol lucifer in canon gagging at the prospect of being with another guy.
They didn't include pronouns in the eng version so they could expand the fanbase and profit more, but Obey me is an otome game, meaning that it's oriented towards women by default. Solmare has never EVER made a game that has a male mc (blood in roses for example), and they never will.
Sucks to suck ig
You can wave your ooc luci bye bye
its literally gender neutral lmao 😭 if you remember in the game Mammon said love is love no matter gender, race, ethnicity wtv. therefore its for everybody and not just white women. educate urself before replying with stupid shit, the game even uses they/them pronouns.
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THIS IS AN MLM BLOG. WOMEN PLS DNI.
“Eyes on the mirror, puppy.”
Dom!Lucifer x shy m!reader
CW: NSFW, amab reader, praise, use of “puppy”, katoptronophilia, begging, handjob recieving, collaring, spit as lube
a/n: omg i wrote this at 2 in the morning
You hated eye contact, but since you started dating the one and only Lucifer, he’d force eye contact almost all the time! Not only that, but when he would openly praise you in public, you could feel your cheeks burn.
Now this wasn’t your first time having intimacy with Lucifer, but this seemed a bit…erotic.
It started with you coming into his room to visit, setting some coffee on his desk with a small smile. He’d been working on things for quite a bit and you figured he deserved a break.
“Ah, thank you.” Lucifer said, taking a sip of the bitter tasting coffee—too bitter for your taste anyway. “You’re welcome,” you smiled. “You should take a break.” Lucifer set down the cup and turned his head towards you, his eyebrows raised.
“Oh?”
Such a simple word, yet it had such an effect…You cleared your throat and looked to the side for a split second before locking eyes with him. You mumbled awkwardly, “Well, you’ve been…um, in here for a while so..y’know.” He listened and nodded, standing up from his chair and now at his full height. You had to tilt your head up to see his face and it was a bit embarrassing to say the least. Lucifer’s hand met with your chin and he bent down a bit to give you a tender kiss. His lips were as soft as ever and you closed your eyes happily. He pulled away and brought you closer, your bodies touching one another. Your cheeks tinted red and you looked down at the floor. This didn’t go unnoticed by him and he gently brought your head up more. “Look at me, c’mon. We really need to work on that eye contact.” Lucifer teased. Your eyes darted back and forth from random things in the room and him before you hummed in agreement. His other hand went to yours and his fingers interlocked with yours.
He said smoothly, “I think we should work on that now, don’t you?” You tilted your head in slight confusion before he gave you a command. “Sit down.”
“Huh?” You questioned, “Like…in front of you?”
Lucifer nodded, smirking as you slowly kneeled before fully sitting on your knees. “Now look at me.” It took you a few moments before you actually did it, your eyes setting onto his. “That’s it, good puppy.” He praised and patted your head, to which your face flushed red. Chuckling, he told you to stay right there as he shuffled through his closet before pulling out a silver lined mirror. It looked pretty refined and you admired the design while he placed it in front of you. “What’s this for?”
“You’ll see.” said Lucifer. He positioned himself behind you and you watched him in the mirror. his hands reached to your neck and a black collar was locked around your neck. Your head snapped back to Lucifer, but he moved your head to face the mirror again. The collar was like that of a dogs, except it had a small lock in the middle. “U-umm..Lucifer?” Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke. “Just keep your eyes on the mirror my love.”
You said nothing and looked at him in the mirror, he seemed to be enjoying himself already. “Good boy..so obedient aren’t you?” He said, admiring how your face went red. His hands went under your shirt and you felt his cold fingers circle on your nipples. You flinched a little at his actions, but the sensitive buds hardened under his touch. Lucifer pinched one of them and your breath hitched while your eyes closed. He licked the shell of your ear and whispered in it, “What did i say, puppy? Eyes on the mirror.” Again, your eyes slowly opened and your gazed fixed on the mirror. Your breathing went shallow and you felt your cock start hardening against your pants. A small whine of both embarrassment and pleasure left your lips. His fingers left your sensitive nipples and trailed down, stopping at the zipper of your pants. “May I?” he asked, you nodded in consent. Lucifer whispered in your ear again while looking at you in the mirror. “Mm-mm. Use your words.”
You cursed in your head and muttered aloud, “I want it, please.” Your eyes flickered away from the mirror for a second before you remembered you weren’t allowed to do that. “Atta boy.”
His fingers fumbled with your zipper before getting it undone, also unbuttoning them. His hand reached to take out your half-hard cock, and then pryed open your mouth, deciding to use your saliva as lube for now. Lucifer’s hand went at a slow pace as he stroked it to a full erection. Your head fell back slightly in pleasure as you let out a shaky breath, then focusing your gaze back in the mirror. Your shaft now glistened with precum, the collar’s lock shining in the light and Lucifer’s smirk. He nibbled your earlobe, “It seems your enjoying this yes? I didn’t know my sweet boy would be a bit of a pervert..” He teased. To your mortification, his teasing comment only made you more needy. His hand moved now at a faster pace and you began to softly moan. You wanted to cover your mouth, but you knew he wouldn’t allow that. So like the obedient puppy you were, you kept your hands at your sides slightly clenched. “Ah—fuck..” you moaned, biting your lip. Lucifer started to whisper into your ear, his thumb rubbing your tip. “I have more ideas…this is just the beginning.” He started, “I wanna see your eyes roll back…your hands tied up. I want everybody to know how good I’m making you feel.”
Your legs began to shake a little, your ears tinting a pink color. His hand stroked your cock faster as he whispered these things into your ear, making you visualize everything he wanted to do to you.
“I’m going to tug you on a leash, you’d like that wouldn’t you? How about I make you call me master..”
Your eyes glaze over, looking at the way he plays with you in the mirror. Those small whines of yours began to gradually get louder, your body being forced in place by Lucifer’s to keep you from squirming. He noticed you trying to keep still. “Are you close, puppy? Let it out, sweetheart…”
With another change of pace, and the pressing of his thumb, you came hard. He stroked you throughout your high. This time, he said nothing as your eyes fluttered shut. However when you opened them, you saw him licking his fingers clean.
“How about we get started with the other things I mentioned, yes?”
#mlm#mlm ns/fw#smut#bottom male reader#sub male reader#obey me smut#obey me x male reader#obey me x male mc#obey me#lucifer obey me#lucifer obey me smut#lucifer x male reader#male reader smut#gay#obey me shall we date
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I OPENED MY EYES SEEING YOUR JING YUAN WORK IT-
sorry i freaked out cuz of how good it was 😭😭😭 you did a great job!! keep going i love your words already. really hope to see a 2nd part if possible i thirst for jing yuan-
have a nice day/night! thanks for the meal ehe
THIS IS AN MLM BLOG. WOMEN PLS DNI.
“Maybe I should punish you like the bitch you are…”
part 2 as requested! i appreciate the lovely feedback ive been getting :3
CW: first time writing smut, amab!m!reader, sub reader, dom!jingyuan, oral recieving, sir kink, org. denial, humiliation(?), maybe OOC
a/n: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, was in the hospital☠️
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“Maybe I should punish you like the bitch you are..”
Jing Yuan mumbled. He removed his fingers from your drooling mouth and his hands moved from your body to the silver cuffs you were in. Flipping you over, he took out a key. Clinking of metal could be heard behind you as he unlocked the cuffs and he let them fall to the floor. The noise reverberated off of the walls in the room meant for interrogation.
However, it was now clear to you that interrogating was in the far back of his mind.
Red marks were left on your wrists from how tight they were, and it felt so relieving to finally have them off. You raise your hand to crack your wrist until Jing Yuan caught it, and seized your other hand as well. “Jing Yuan—“
“Call me sir.”
He said sternly, turning you back over so you could face him. You glared at him as he simply smiled. It wasn’t a very nice smile either, it was cocky and mocking. Jing Yuan’s hands slid down your torso then stopped at your belt. His fingers fumbled with the buckle and he tugged it off. A flash of panic went through you as he started sliding your pants down and you tried to kick. He threw your pants to the side without a glance at where they landed and chuckled at the precum which seeped through your boxers. Ashamed at your state you tried to close your knees to prevent him from looking any further, to which he pryed them open.
“Your legs stay open, slut.”
You let out a small whine when he brushed his fingers against your hard-on, letting your head fall back a bit.
You wallowed in your self-pity, watching him slide down your boxers and slip them completely off. Now being bare from your hips down, you were on display for him to seeleaving you naked from the hips down. The sudden burst of cold air made your sensitive body shiver. “Y-you fucking…” your voice trembled as you trailed off, watching him grab the base of your cock. You jolted at the sudden sensation. “Hm? What is it? C’mon, speak up.” Jing Yuan teased, rubbing his thumb on the slit slowly and pressing into it to make you whine. The tip was already sticky with pre from his previous actions, but this just took everything to a new level. He closed his eyes and kissed the tip as he rubbed your thighs with his other hand, lightly scratching you with his nails. His tongue licked up your shaft as he watched your every reaction. Every twitch of your cock, every whimper. You had to hold back the dying urge to just push his head down while you grabbed at his soft hair.
He finally took you in, slowly but surely. You moaned when your dripping cock touched the back of his throat. Jing Yuan bobbed his head up and down, lapping and licking while you mewled. He slapped your thigh, causing you to jolt.
You softly moaned, “Ji—..mmng…sir..” He could tell you were breaking, and that feeling brought nothing but more lustful urges. You saw his eyes grow darker, and he kissed the inside of your thigh before going back to your leaking cock. This time, he licked a long stripe up your shaft, before taking you in whole. His throat constricted around your length and you had to hold back the desire to push his head down further. Letting out shaky breaths, you tilted your head back and let him do his thing. Jing Yuan’s nails lightly scratched at your thigh and you squirmed. His head came up for a second, giving you a taunting smirk. “Feel good, baby?” He teased, slapping your thigh. Again, his tongue came in contact with your cock. You writhed and moaned underneath him, so so close to your release..
…Until he stopped.
Your gaze fell on him and he hummed, his eyes going dark.
“Quit whining like a bitch and I might let you cum next time.”
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hey just a question,, what about people who identify as a woman and a man? am i not allowed here because im genderfluid? can i not be here if i identify more as a woman one day? im kinda inbetween being like "woman dni!" or "men dni!" because it gets really messy when the concept of gender gets brought in? not hating at all just genuinely curious on the stance there because it gets a bit hard to actually tell if you belong, and again if you're both a man and a woman that could be transphobic or hurtful in itself :(
thats a really good question i never thought about that, thank you for asking. yes, youre welcome here!! my apologies, i should have specified im talking about cis/people who fully identify as female. thank you so much for asking!
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this is an mlm blog. not writing for fem
Welcome to my Blog.
Hi!!! My name is Solomon and I literally have nothing to do besides classes so I thought “Hm let’s post internet porn.”
Anyways, before I get called a misogynist, plenty of ladies have WLW blogs where men cannot interact. I’m not the only MLM blog where I would like women to not interact because it’s for men/non-females. Also to clarify, I will write for afab, g/n, enby, etc etc. Just not ppl who identify as women and heres why:
I see a lot of posts/blogs (whether its fluff or smut) where it’s supposed to be written for g/n or male. Either you get slapped in the face with she/her pronouns or it seems more aimed for f!readers. Sure, there’s blogs for male readers but over half of them are top/dom readers. Personally, I like to be on the bottom/sub side and I don’t see a lot of sub male reader inserts. So, I wanted to try and write my own stuff just for fun and for that purpose.
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I Will not Write for:
piss, scat, emeto shit
women
dsmp
minors obvi (age 17 i can age up)
doms, unless i want to. this is my blog i can do what i want ☠️
ageplay
inc3st
Fandoms I will write for:
Obey Me!
Genshin Impact
Honkai Star Rail
Twisted Wonderland
Maybe NIJISANJI (still deciding)
JJK
Zenless Zone Zero
VNC
Demon Slayer
Bungou Stray Dogs
Any fandom really, those are just what came to my mind. It depends.
I Will Write:
Degrading, my fav
Praise
Impact play (spanking, slapping)
Bondage or any kind of restraints
Org. Denial
Edging
Overstim
Pet play
Gags
Aphrodisiacs
I will write dubcon if asked
Voyuerism
Wild things like knife play
Rough shit like choking
Soft dom
Hard dom
Wont write for dom or fem reader
maybe DDLB, if asked
aftercare :3
headcanons
afab/trans reader
default is amab
others
OCs (new)!!
Thought of making a variety of OCs so I can cater to peoples tastes. You can submit asks about them so I can further deepen their personality/maybe lore. so—here’s 3 that I’ve conjured up so far.
Valak: authority figure, more of the rough mean type (my fav). vampire OC because who doesn’t like vampires?? 6’1, has shoulder length hair because its sexy and more into the ouji fashion
Sitri: soft dom, prefers submissives over brats. black w dreads which are usually tied up, human OC and 5’10 ^_^, he’d be the type to sit you on his lap while playing video games
Vaughn: switch (i’ll write reader domming him if asked ;). daddy dom, would so use a sweet voice while absolutely blowing your back out. 5’9, short lighter hair, rich af
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Reblogs are greatly appreciated!
—Also, if you’re here just to hate then I’m gonna gonna answer ur shit😭😭
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Do you not ever stop to think about the misogyny you're perpetuating. Women aren't allowed to interact? Like at all? "No girl allowed this is the he man woman haters club"? Get a grip!
-fellow gay
bae im bisexual, i like girls too and i havent nothin against em. i rarely EVER see blogs meant for mlm specifically so i wanted to make one. im not the only one doing this, the grip is gripping. there are wlw blogs like this as well where men cannot interact, it goes both ways. get a grip <3
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What... what does "this is an mlm blog women dni" even mean...
it means its an nsfw/writing blog for GAY MEN only, and i dont want women interacting with my blog because its specifically for mlm. its not that hard of a concept
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THIS IS AN MLM BLOG. WOMEN DNI.
“Maybe I should punish you like the bitch you are..”
CW: NOT SMUT. degrading, bratty m!reader, he grinds his shoe against ur…, brat taming, some lewd stuff…
a/n: i tried my best on this one broski..
“Answer me.” Jing Yuan spat, pulling your hair to have your eyes meet his. You were tightly cuffed onto a chair, placed in an interrogation room. He glanced to the side, eyeing the guards and signaling for them to leave the room. The door slammed and he turned his attention back to you. His eyes were cold, but you were colder.
“I’m not answering shit. This is fucking ridiculous, I didn’t even do anything.” You claimed, lying through your teeth. As your job, you were assigned a spy. He knew full well what you were doing, and it didn’t take long for him to catch onto your plan. To your demise, he caught you sneaking around and saw through your lie as a butler. Jing Yuan scowled at your response as his eyes narrowed. “Then tell me exactly why you were sneaking around. You aren’t a butler, nor a guard. Are you being accompanied by someone? Blade perhaps?” You could tell he wasn’t going to fall for another lie, but you really couldn’t afford making the situation worse. So, what else could you do besides annoy him? Maybe he would let you off the hook…
“No. I’m alone, are you blind?” You raised an eyebrow mockingly. He let go of your hair and pinched the bridge of his nose, laughing to himself in visible frustration. “Listen,” he said sternly, his voice echoing in the dimly lit room. “I need you to cooperate, or else the consequences will be much worse.” He spoke with promise, others would be intimidated by the first sign of aggression. However, being the stubborn idiot you were, you persisted.
“And why should i believe that? It’s not as though you have any leverage against me.” You provoked him further, the corner of your lip turning up. Simply smiling, Jing Yuan kicked the chair you were handcuffed to. You let out a small gasp, hitting the hard floor. Pain shot to your head and you groaned as he came closer and put his heel on your chest. “If I were you, I would be careful what you say right now.” Your expression shown no emotion, but your stomach churned. “Or else? Go on, I’m not afraid of you.” you challenged.
Jing Yuan looked amused at your bravery, he pressed his heel down harder and chuckled when you grunted. You tried to wiggle your hands through the cuffs, but all they did was leave marks. Moving his heel down, he pressed it against your clothed dick. You let out a sharp moan and grit your teeth. “Ah, fuck! The hell are you—doing..!?” you angrily voiced. His eyes were half lidded as he started slowly moving it up and down, grinding on it.
And fuck did it hurt. It hurt so bad but felt so good, you felt tears pricking at your eyelashes.
You bit your lip, shutting your eyes as you squirmed and wriggled on the floor. A pathetic whine escaped your throat. Jing Yuan cocked his head, “Does this feel good? Hm? What a slutty boy you are, getting turned on from something so dirty.” He wasn’t wrong by the way your cock got harder by the second, and soon left a prominent tent in your pants. Your face reddened as heat climbed up your neck. “D-dude what the fuua—!?”
Your words were cut off by something soft forced against your tongue, you didn’t even get time to gasp before Jing Yuan shoved two of his fingers, pressing them onto your tongue and immediately silencing you.
“Did I say you could speak?” He said in a stern tone. By the sound of it, he seemed amused. Removing his heel, he replaced it with his hand. You closed your eyes and gagged when he pressed his knuckles to your lips, drool leaking out from one side of your mouth. Softly palming your dick, his eyebrows raised.“Look at me.” Jing Yuan demanded, making you feel a little intimidated. You obediently opened your eyes and looked up at him. His lips twitched upwards, “Maybe…I should punish you like the bitch you are.”
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THIS IS AN MLM BLOG. WOMEN DNI.
“On Your Knees, Slut.”
NSFW WARNING.
C/W: humiliation (?), degrading, hair pulling, choking, brat taming, use of his tentacles, amab reader.
Azul Ashengrotto x M!reader
a/n: this isnt full on smut, im learning😭
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* You were known to mouth off, and cause trouble for your peers, but today—you had crossed the line.
In the middle of a dispute with Azul, you said something about his “chubby octopus tentacles” as an insult. When you argued, you aimed straight for peoples insecurities. Smirking to yourself, you thought you had won the pointless argument.
You could have not been more wrong.
Azul’s expression went dull for a moment, seemingly emotionless. You turned on your heel, sighing in contentment. As you began walking towards the door to exit the library, you felt something slick touch the back of your neck. You shuddered and quickly turned to look at Azul, who had an eerie smile painted on his face. One of his black tentacles shrunk back to him and he laughed at your confusion. In an instant, one shot your direction and pulled you to him by your waist, another covering your mouth. The tentacles were cold and you could feel them with your clothes, your hands desperately tried to pry them off you. They only squeezed tighter.
“What a selfish boy,” Azul cooed, bringing you close enough so he could whisper in your ear from behind you. “You disgust me, someone needs to fix that dirty little mouth of yours.” Your muffled curses at him were falling on deaf ears as he pulled your hair back, making your neck strain. The tentacle covering your mouth was pulled away and you used this chance to make a snarky comment.
“Jesus christ, what a sicko. Trying to seduce me with those slimy tentacles of yours.” You scoffed, grimacing at him and then turning your gaze to the ground. Azul turned you around to face him. “These tentacles are the things that’ll make a perverted slut like you desperate and crying for my attention, if you already aren’t.” he says smugly. His gloved hand went to your jaw, forcefully grabbing it and making you face him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t the tiniest bit aroused, and he knew so. A tentacle slid up your leg and around your thigh, planting itself there tightly for now. “Hmm,” he hummed. “You’d look cuter on your knees.”
Your cheeks grew rosey. He knew you wanted it, but he also knew you wouldn’t go down willingly. You raised an eyebrow, “No, the fuck? Seriously, who the hell do you think you are?” His eyes narrowed in response and the tentacle that was previously on your waist slithered up to your neck and wrapped itself around it. Before you could try and claw it off, it squeezed, making you choke. It was painful, definitely, but you could now feel the strain of your pants against your increasing hard-on. Azul smirked at you. “I said…”
“On your knees, slut.”
With no choice, you were forced to sink to your knees. The tentacle loosened on your neck but didn’t move an inch away. “There, that’s a good boy. Now was that so hard?” He pulled your hair again, forcing your head back and snickering when you lowly whimpered at the sting of your scalp.
“I’m going to break you, sweetheart.”
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