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projectbluearcadia · 5 months
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[P1] His (Their) Queen
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NSFW Sub!Barbatos x F!MC x Dom!Lucifer Spice Rating - 3/4 DON'T BURN YOURSELF
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[ Story Premise: You are the wife of Diavolo, and you're a bit annoyed with the slight disrespect Barbatos shows you one morning. You decide to show him who's boss... except Lucifer, your former lover, catches you and doesn't like your abuse of power. ]
@lost-in-time-wanderer
"And Diavolo watched, full-well knowing this would happen, with his delicious fingers clutched tight around his throbbing, monstrous-" *SLAP* Ow... Not so hard, Luci...
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“Your highness, your breakfast waits for you in the dining hall,” Barbatos murmurs against your ear, gently shaking you by the shoulder as you nuzzle your pillow. 
“Don’t want to…” Barbatos chuckles in response.
“Did his majesty tire you that much last night?” You blink your eyes open and give the butler a warning look. Honestly, the only reason you’re perturbed is because of his tone. It doesn’t seem like he’s respecting you as Prince Diavolo’s spouse. Why is he suddenly deciding to show you insolence now?
“Watch your tongue. Do not speak of my personal affairs with such carelessness.” 
“Hm? Why is that? Are you afraid I’ll tell your former lover everything you’ve screamed in the middle of the night?” Barbatos’ lips curve upwards. “Rest assured, I would never do anything so crass. I am your faithful servant, after all.” 
Is… Is he mocking you? 
“Of course. Now hurry up and dress me,” you huff, an idea slowly pooling in your head as you stand up, watching Barbatos’ eyes briefly and dangerously linger on your half-destroyed lingerie. He, however, was faithful to his job and undressed you with expert care, pretending your naked body was nothing of importance. 
“Would you like me to repair it?” Barbatos asks, spreading the extravagant underwear over his gloved hands for you, and you nod. 
“Both my husband and I liked it; please do.” 
“I will do my best, given the extent of the damage… though these stains may be a bit difficult to remove without ruining this fabric.” 
“Barbatos,” you softly growl, irritated, and he looks at you innocently enough as your idea takes shape. “Since you seem to be implying that those stains are somehow shameful,” You sit down, folding your arms over your breasts, “I want you to get down on your knees. Right now.” 
The butler, to his credit, doesn’t flinch at the order. “As you wish, my lady,” he replies and kneels before you, a faint blush scattering over his cheekbones as he lowers his head in submission. You admit it sends a lovely little thrill through you. Diavolo won’t mind; he already made it clear that he would willingly share you with Lucifer if you wanted that. 
“Lick it,” you order him coolly, and he looks up at you in surprise, his face turning more pink by the second.
“I-I’m sorry?” His composure slipped, though he recovered quickly. It was a pity, considering how adorable he was… “Your highness, what exactly are you telling me to lick?” 
“The thing you just so carelessly implied was dirty. I’m telling you to lick my cunt.” 
Barbatos stares at you for several moments in shocked silence, his blush starting to reach his ears. 
“My…” He licks his lips, though his eyes flick away from your face. “My lady, that isn’t my privilege.” I knew he loved me like everyone else, but I never thought he’d say something like that. 
“Do you think calling it a privilege will get you out of it? Please me, before I lose my patience.” Barbatos noticeably swallows before he leans closer to you. 
“Then… pardon me,” he murmurs as he places one hand on the inside of your thigh, parting your legs a little more before he slowly traces his tongue against your thigh, up to your lower lips. He looks up at you, and his desire is quickly becoming apparent. He softly groans as he fully buries his face between your legs, his wet, soft tongue lathering you in saliva. 
You try to keep your cool, although that plan quickly fails as Barbatos starts eating you out in sincerity, his tongue flicking and swirling against your bud like he knew exactly how you loved it. God, I’m already close, you think with a soft moan, trying to make him work for it as much as possible. Either way, this is not going to be a once-and-done th—
You cry out in surprise as you feel Barbatos pinch your nub in his lips before he presses hard into you like he wants you to suffocate him. He moans, absorbed and possibly even obsessed. He’s getting into this a lot more than you expected, not that you’re really complaining.
“MC, are you oka—” are the words that stop your impending orgasm as you glance over, wide-eyed to find your old flame, Lucifer, staring at you from the doorway to your bedroom. 
“...Hi, Lucifer,” you say awkwardly, and it vaguely occurs to you that Barbatos hasn’t stopped licking you, happily still trying to please you. Lucifer’s brows furrow, and he begins walking closer. 
“I can guess what happened, knowing you, but you are married, MC,” Lucifer rumbles, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up. Barbatos groans into you, and you moan out a response, sending a blush into Lucifer’s face. 
“Diavolo doesn’t mind,” you breathe, and Lucifer growls at you. 
“It doesn’t sit well with me. It seems like someone’s decided to be a spoiled little brat since she became royalty.” 
“Y-You should learn some respect,” you gasp, trying to be firm but miserably failing. You find yourself remembering the battles for dominance you used to have with Lucifer… The way he’d make you scream when he won. 
“No,” Lucifer murmurs, tracing his thumb over your lips, muffling a moan. “I think… that you need to learn some respect…and I will thoroughly teach you.” 
“Luci—hmnn.” Lucifer kisses you, teasing your mouth like he always used to. “Nnn! Oh! Barbatos!” You find yourself finally losing yourself as Barbatos pushes you over the edge, making you lose all sense as you cum, and he licks and swallows every drop like he’s starved for it. You pant and ask: “B-Barbatos, did you learn some sense?” 
“I admit I misspoke…” Barbatos replies, his cheeks still bright and rosy and his lips shining with your juices. “Is there any other way I can serve you, your highness?” 
“Don’t serve her,” Lucifer growls, an excited look crossing over his face as you pant, your chin held up by Lucifer’s fingers. “A slutty girl like her doesn’t deserve pleasure yet, does she, MC?” 
Without even realizing it, you nod, and Lucifer’s grin grows even wider. Fuck, old habits die hard… you think, biting your lip. But… it’s been a while… 
“You’re being cruel, Lucifer,” Barbatos murmurs, kissing your calf. “She is essentially our ruler… an authority which I so rudely impinged upon.” He strokes your leg up and down, massaging it gently, softly chuckling in that cute way of his.
“Ruler,” he scoffs. “A ruler like her needs to be kept in check. Preferably with a firm hand.” Lucifer squeezes your hip, and you whimper. “Stand up.” 
And without giving you the opportunity to respond, Lucifer returns to kissing you, moving you past Barbatos as your legs dangerously wobble. It must have been Diavolo last night; he was probably the reason you were already starting to shake. I mean, you couldn’t be sore and exhausted with just one or two rounds with sex fiends like Lucifer and Diavolo. Curse your husband for making you lose to Lucifer…! 
“Barbatos, you’re dying to touch more of her, aren’t you?” Lucifer murmurs against your ear, making you bump and twitch against something solid—the front of his lean body. You can feel the cold tickle of metal buttons on your neck and pressed down either side of your spine. His RAD medal jamms uncomfortably against your shoulder blade, though you’re paying more attention to the hard bulge he’s pressing you against. Even through two layers of clothing, you can still feel its general shape. “Give her breasts plenty of attention.” 
“I will only do so if her highness wishes it,” is Barbatos’ loyal reply, although his eyes are begging for the permission to do it. He wants to absolutely spoil—no, worship—you. 
“Do it, Barbatos,” you order, semi-commandingly, and Barbatos covers his mouth to stifle a soft moan. Faintly, you realize he’s also nursing a stiff length, and you’re not quite sure when it started, but you’re starting to really like the idea of letting him edge the absolute shit out of himself.  
At least you’ll suffer together.
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xaithings · 2 months
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“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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lavend3r-stardust · 2 months
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Shy, whiny, subby boys who look at you like you're the world to them, rutting their hips into your palm as you jerk them off and watch them twitch while you praise them for how good they feel cumming on your hand like a good boy
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heaven-ly-father · 5 months
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God there's nothing I love more than watching my brilliant, polite, well-spoken boyfriend turn into a mindless toy for me.
I love watching him relax when he plays with himself, going from embarrassed to uncaring as his body goes limp and his cock gets hard under his hand-- under my instruction. Reminding him that he's safe with me, that he can let himself feel good without shame. You don't need to think about anything but how good it feels-- you can worry about everything else later. It's not going anywhere. Right now all that matters is being my good, obedient boy.
Seeing the hazy look in his eyes as he nods lazily, his handsome voice repeating back anything I want to hear. It feels so good to listen to me, and he is such a good boy. Nothing quite like watching an intelligent man struggle to find his words between his slurred moans.
I want to play with his cunt and cock until there's nothing in his head except my name and how badly he wants to cum for me. What an honor, to have such an obedient, adoring boy like you. Cum for me, baby.
Over and over, until I say he's done. Even when it's too much, and his poor cock is aching and sensitive and twitching. He'll keep going, because he wants to be my good boy. How terribly lucky I am.
Finally, finally letting him take the toy off when he's shaking. Watching him collapse into his bed with an exhausted grin. My darling boy.
I let him stay like that, floaty and sweet and obedient until he fell asleep to my whispered praises. My good boy. You did such a good job for me. You know I love you so much. So good for me, honey. You're okay. I'm proud of you. You're all mine, and you know I'm all yours. Relax now. It'll all be there for you tomorrow. But for right now, all you need to be is my good, sweet boy. And you are.
I can't wait to do this again but with him asleep on my chest so I can run my nails down his back and play with his hair. My good boy <3
This is about gay trans men // Cishets fuck off
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luvsubbymen · 6 months
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Very much in the mood to make a guy cum so many times that he is unable to speak or process anything
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auroralotus · 1 year
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Can't stop thinking about getting fucked awake.
Just waking up to a thick cock/strap pounding into me slowly yet so rough and deep. I'm still in a daze, my mind unable to catch up at first and so I'm squirming and whining for you to stop cause it's too much. So please, stop just a moment so I can sort my thoughts and think.
But you won't let me. You pin me down and keep on using me, forcing me to take it as you coo into my ear how I just need to be a good girl and relax. "Shhh just like that. That's right, baby. You don't need to think, you just need to be good for me, hm?."
And so I melt, moaning and whimpering as I get overwhelmed by it, feeling you so deep as you make me cum again and again until I'm unable to think about anything else the entire day.
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fangyfag · 7 months
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the whole "looking at the moon and wondering if they're looking at it too" thing except it's me touching myself thinking about them and wondering if they're touching themself at the same time, thinking about me. how romantic
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heizouz · 3 months
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thinkin' about
sub!scaramouche, kaeya, kazuha, kaveh x gn!reader
just some quick random nsfw thoughts i have abt random characters bc im bored and have no inspiration to write full works rn <3 cock can be referred to as a strap btw 💢💢
thinkin' about how scara needs to be pounded for being a brat. how he needs to be shoved into the sheets, panting and growling about how frustrating you're being, yet the pretty gasping moans slipping past his parted lips tell you otherwise. your cock plunging into his hole repeatedly, not letting him catch a break and even when he attempts to lift himself on to his arms, your hand is in his hair, shoving him back into the bed. scaramouche whining, fingers curling into the sheets and tugging when your nails dig into his hair and pull harshly. thinking about scara sending you a glare as you keep his face pressed against the covers but not letting you see the tears pricking in his eyes at how good your cock feels and how your tugging at his hair to keep him in place. he tries to snap back at you, snarky remarks followed by breathy whines. it only ends in you pulling out enough that scara looks back in horror, breath catching and hips involuntarily pressing back, before slamming back in with no warning, pushing out sudden pitchy moans from the boy's pretty lips to shut him up instantly.
thinkin' about bending kaeya over his desk. pushing him into his office after hours and forcing him over the cold wood of his desk, pressing his head into the wood with your hand gripping his hair. he's thrilled by it, arms going under his head as he looks back at you with a flirtatious gleam in his eyes. kaeya biting his lip, pushing his hips back to press against your front which parts his lips in a soft moan. you don't do anything, letting him have his fun with his teasing. thinking about the grip in his hair getting stronger, almost tugging his ponytail loose when his hips starts getting desperate, pushing against you and breath quickening into small pants. folding yourself over kaeya's back, pressing him further into the wood of his desk and opening his thighs with your knee. wrapping your hand with your hair and tugging to pull his head from his arms, listening to the moans he lets out when he grinds against your thigh, your hand going to his hip to control his movements.
thinkin' about kazuha hiding his face in his arms when you drag him along your cock. he's not shy, but he can't keep his head up because your cock is making him feel so good. pretty soft moans muffled by his face against his arms, your hands around his little waist, guiding his hips along your cock in slow movements. smoothing your hand along the small of his back before pushing in the middle, forcing him to arch and press his chest against the bed which has him moan a little louder, head lifting to look back at you in shock. thinking about the angle - making sure your cock hits deeper, kazuha unable to stop the stream of whimpers falling from his lips at how you grab his waist, at how you easily plunge into him, at how you're muttering "good boy" and "pretty thing" to make his lower stomach coil.
thinkin' about relaxing kaveh after a stressful work day. kaveh coming to you in clear stress and tiredness, falling onto the couch with a sigh and you're immediately by him, running your fingers through his hair, asking him how he is, pressing kisses to his pretty face. you can tell he's stressed and it doesn't take long for you to come up with a way to help him relieve it. thinking about getting to your knees and tugging the material of kaveh's pants down, pressing kisses along the length of his cock as he whimpers and throws his arm over his face. taking him into your mouth, slowly and gently, your hands running over his thighs to edge them open and kaveh obliging obediently with soft moans. pulling off his cock when he starts getting needy, hips bucking up to chase your mouth, and softly telling him to look at you. he does, cheeks flushed and eyes dazed when he looks down at you. giving him a smile and kissing the tip of his cock, before taking him back into your mouth once again.
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rodolfoparras · 6 months
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Thinking about John Price being a big name in the porn industry not just for his dashing looks but also for the amazing chemistry that he has with his coworkers.
Despite the varied types of content that he makes, Price is mostly known for his facials and even cream pies videos. Price is good at his job, knows how to make the viewer feel engaged in the scene and he knows how to pull a genuine reaction from his costars, unlike the majority of people in the industry.
But recently he’s noticed the declines in views, different types of comments complaining that he’s just making the same old type of videos and even a few news sources saying he’s been swapped out for someone much younger.
All it takes is one click on some run into the ground new source to find out who exactly has come to take his place, only to see that it’s you who’s much younger than him, said to have a much more varied content and with a good amount of views for someone who just started out in the industry.
The curiosity in him hadn’t found peace until he had found out what exactly made your content different from his. Porn is porn isn’t it?
However he’d quickly realized what made your content different when he’d watched a video, matter of fact, multiple videos showing men pinned under your weight as you bully your cock into their holes, men down on all four taking your cock down their throats or with your head buried between their thighs as they scream and sob from pleasure.
Price doesn’t know why but something in him made him contact his manager and request a collaboration with you.
It could be for his decline in views. It could be because he thought he needed something new, something he hadn’t shown his audience before or it could be for the way his cock twitched in attention when watching your videos.
He didn’t think he’d get a yes, pacing back and forth while nervously chewing on his bottom lip only to almost jump in happiness when he received the text saying you had agreed to collaborate with him.
However any trace of happiness disappeared when he’d received the script, because something Price hadn’t expected was to bottom in the scene, yet it said so in the script and for a second he hesitated. Price hasn’t ever bottomed before, neither on nor off camera. He should’ve realized this could happen, since you were the top in all of your videos. But he’d gotten ahead of himself, forgotten about the possibility that this could happen.
For whatever reason Price agrees to do the collab anyway, tells himself he can do it, at least to save his career.
The day of your shoot he’s nervous like he’s never been before, rereading the script over and over, constantly glancing at himself in the mirror, even going as far as praying in hopes that he won’t mess this up.
When he meets you he’s taken by surprise once again. You’re ever so charismatic, shaking his hand and giving him the very same dazzling smile you’d given the camera lens while cumming all over someone’s face.
Price thinks he can do it, takes a deep breath as he lays down onto the sheets, only to swallow hard while you crawl up to him.
He’s sure he almost faints when you grab his chin with your thumb and index “hey hey breathe” you say loud enough for him to hear but not enough for the camera to pick up on it.
There’s a flash of surprise on his face before he does as you say and slowly but surely a bit of that tension bleeds away.
“Good good” you say with a small smile on your face while leaning into his ear, gently nibbling on it before whispering “You tell me if you’re uncomfortable with anything and I’ll stop immediately alright?”
Price almost laughs. You’re the rookie here yet you’re making him seem like one but somehow he doesn’t mind it, feels butterflies in his stomach as he nods his head in response.
It all turns into a bit of a blur from there. He remembers you placing kisses all over his body, remembers his dick hard and weeping before you granted him a moment of relief, even how your velvety tongue felt buried between his legs. But what lays engraved in his mind is when he had straddled your lap, hands shaking as they adjusted their grip on your chest and thighs quaking as he lined your cockhead up with his entrance.
“Come on John, show me how well you can take my cock yeah?” You say voice breathy and strained, reading a direct line from the script while desperately trying not to buck up into him.
“Ah fuck!” He cries out, head lolling back and eyes squeeze shut as he feels your tip push past his puckered rim
“God just- just like that pretty” you manage to say through gritted teeth, thumb soothingly caressing his hip while eagerly drinking up ever small reaction he gives.
“Feels feels so- so full” he whines out as he continues to take inch by inch, completely forgetting about the cameras on him along with every line in the script.
When you finally bottom out, he’s got fat tears trickling down his cheek, bottom lip wobbling as whines and whimper escape his lips.
“There you are sweetheart” you say, going off script, as your hand cups his cheek, calloused thumb stroking his flushed skin.
In that very moment Price realizes why you’re as popular as you are. It’s not for the varied type of content that you make, it’s not for the men you got pinned under your weight but rather because of how considerate and caring you are towards your partners.
Slowly but surely he starts moving, hips setting a steady pace and with each thrust he feels jolts of pleasure coursing through his body
Fuck, why hasn’t he done this before?
It feels so fucking good, he thinks to himself but realizes he’d said out loud when you respond to him,
“Feels good yeah? Just like that pretty” you grunt out “make yourself cum on my cock”you say once again reading a line from the script and in that very moment Price remembers the two of you are actually doing a scene and not just fucking.
He’d allowed himself to get lost in pleasure but for whatever reason the director didn’t seem to mind it, if anything the director seemed to like it going by the big smile on his face as he watched Price practically bounce on your cock.
Price scours his brain for the lines he’s supposed to say, but all he can think about is how your cockhead is pressing onto the ball of nerves over and over again.
“Please please-“ he slurs out, eyes squeezing shut as blunt nails dig into your skin. Despite being lost in bliss he can’t help but notice how you’ve even got him begging, something he also hasn’t done before and if he wasn’t in the position that he was in, he’d actually laugh.
“Come on sweetheart, cum for me” you say, as if already knowing what he’s waiting for and before he knows of it, he’s tipping over the edge, buckets of sweat pouring down his spine, and ropes of cum spurting all over your abdomen.
As he slumps down next to you in the bed he can’t help but realize that you’d even made him cum without actually touching him.
Many firsts in one night, Price thinks to himself.
Needless to say there were many collabs after that and Price was more than happy to bottom in every single one.
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collarme · 14 days
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I'm really craving being between sweaty thighs right now... taking deep breaths to smell you and my head being pushed deeper so that my face is completely in it.
Small muffled moans vibrating against you as my tongue laps up everything that leaks out. Even after I feel you pulse and grip my hair, releasing into my mouth, you just taste so good my brain is blank and my mouth is moving on it's own.
If you try to push me away I grunt and pin your hips down so that I can finish my meal without struggle. You keep squirming and whining so I have to reach up with one hand and shove my fingers into your mouth to muffle your protests.
When your body is trembling and you're dripping down my chin, then maybe I'll be satisfied and you can warm my cock while we cuddle.
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luvsubbymen · 6 months
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Having him tied up and blindfolded while giving him a hand job would satisfy me
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master-xochimilli · 1 month
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I dunno I just think getting sucked off by my pup as I go on one of my half hour non stop nonsense rambles would be the hottest fucking thing ever
Like fuck yeah I'm gonna cum load after load into my pretty boy's mouth as he chokes on my cock while I pet his head and let them rest their cheek on my thigh as I ramble about what fruits I bought at the store
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I want you to ride my strap. I want to be able to watch all the sexy faces you make as you take control of your own pleasure. I want to watch how hard you work to get yourself off. I want you to use my tits has handles while you grind your hips against me. Every once in a while, I want to buck into you just to hear you gasp from the unexpected pleasure. When you start to get tired, I want to use my hands to help guide your hips up and down. Then, when I know you're at your limit, I want to thrust into you as hard and fast as I can. I'll keep thrusting inside of you until you finally cum all over my strap.
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tmascfaggot · 3 months
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idea: hands being tied in constant prayer, arms bound to my chest, head made to be bowing, forcibly trapped in worship
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iburnedmyselfalive · 3 months
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FILL ME UP
nsfw— 18+ enjoy guys, not proofread <3 PLS I NEED IDEAS
"Oh, that's it, baby, that's exactly where you need me," Hayden's voice dripped with heat as he chuckled from above you, relishing in your expressions.
With commanding force, he pounded into you, his hips rolling at the perfect angle to hit your sweet spot relentlessly, each thrust making you cry out in pleasure.
"Oh, yeah, baby, that's it," he growled hungrily, his voice thick with desire.
"So needy, grippin’ round me like you can’t get enough," he murmured, his thumb skillfully finding your clit, only bringing you closer to your orgasm.
You'd only crossed paths with Hayden a few months back, but he was already a master at igniting your desires.
"You gonna cum, hm? you gonna cum f’me, cover my cock in your juices? hm, baby, tell me” he husked, his voice dripping with heat as he picked up the pace, driving you closer to the brink of ecstasy.
"yes, m’gonna cum, hay," you cried out desperately, your pleas filling the air. "please," you whimpered, your legs trembling as he chuckled in response.
“yeah?" he cooed, pressing his forehead against yours before trailing kisses down your neck, his lips hovering near your ear.
“make a mess all over me baby, c’mon, you’ve done it before, do it again," he urged, his commanding tone fueling your arousal as he encouraged you to release yourself upon him once more.
"you're mine," he asserted firmly, his voice dripping with dominance.
“Cover me completely," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. As he felt the tension mounting, his grip on you tightened possessively.
“I'm going to take what's mine," he growled, his hand pressing down on your stomach with unwavering authority.
“m’gonna fucking fill this pussy”. He grunted, letting out a deep breath, “bet she likes it huh? yeah, bet she does”.
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cynnkk · 2 months
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mammon. oh mammon.
since he's competing w/ all the other devils for your attention, he decided to be owned by you, not the other way around.
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He opened up and admitted that he fell in love with you at first sight. if you remember, you were resting on his chest when you woke up in the hospital and he spent all that time thinking about how wonderful, breathtaking and powerful you were and what it would feel like for you to own him, for him to belong TO you.
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He would be solely and exclusively devoted to you and to your well-being. Mind you, he's not a low level demon: he's the king of Tartaros, the wealthiest kingdom in Hell and everything belongs to him but, as his master, everything will belong to you as well.
The whole thing is new to the both of you but he's resolute: he likes you "just because", not because you're solomon's descendant but because you are you.
You'll come around someday and love him like he loves you. He wants you to surrender to your greed, to take everything from him and he'll accept everything you have to offer: from lovely dates along the tartaros river to long fucking sessions on his throne, he would lap it all up, like the good sub he was always meant to be.
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in a world where you are seen as somebody else's stand-in, he's the one asking you to recognise him.
You're his master after all, no one can replace you.
He's yours. you just have to accept it as a fact, because he's not letting you go.
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