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fiendishartist2 · 10 months
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jon becomes an english teacher in their somewhere else and is completely baffled by how much highschoolers hate english class
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(left): "mr. sims, can we pls watch you play chess.com?" (macbeth essays submitted: 5/27) [i'm too old for this shit"]
(right): "and they're like obsessed with chess? but only on the computer" "at least they're engaged?"
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vitamin-zeeth · 1 year
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Simon Fairchild is actually my best friend. If I were in tma I would be a vast avatar and we would go round fucking with people together by jumping off high places and disappearing. He gets me like nobody else fr that old man is my soulmate
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arcaneyouth · 3 months
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here's to all the art that will never be known by anyone other than its creator. for whatever reason that is. i love you art that i'll never get to know, especially if it is intended to be that way. i love you art that exists in the nooks and crannies. i love you art that gets destroyed by the creators choice. i love you art that exists only for one. i love you art that will never be defined by anyone except the one who made it. i love you art that will never even leave the creators head. i love you art that simply is
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pathofelation · 6 days
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having 55 bazillion alters sucks for a lot of reasons but the most annoying and inconvenient one is the like. 5 people sharing one name.
we have three alters named gov. i'm trying to get ahold of one specific gov. i ask someone where gov is. "which gov?" the guy one. "there's two of them. which one" i did not know there were two of them. i thought there was just one. i say the one with the sister. "they both have a sister" okay. i am now realizing how difficult it is to narrow down people when you don't know the person you're trying to distinguish they're not. i tell them i'm looking for the short one. "i don't know how tall they both are." oh for fuck's sake
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wheels-of-despair · 1 year
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Series and AUs I Love (This is an ongoing archive project, mostly for my own use. If I've been giving you tag commentary, your series will probably end up on here eventually.)
Eddie Munson: She Feels Like Home by eddiemunsonsmum (+character guide) As You Wish by corroded-hellfire Store Manager-verse by jo-harrington Stranger Than (Fan)Fiction by jo-harrington Isekai Chronicles by hellfirenacht
Arthur Havisham: The Road Forgotten by foundtherightwords
Ralph Penbury: Busy Streets, Busy Lives by quinnkeerys The Hat Shop Girl by rehfan Darling by nightonblogmountain
The funsonmunson/oneforthemunny Eddieverse Collection: Janitor!Eddie (and Oliver!) Bouncer!Eddie Brat Tamer!Eddie Cowboy!Eddie Rockstar!Eddie Plot Twist: It's All of Them
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smalldistortion · 2 years
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Ima “the Not!Them was the most horrible avatar” truther
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the-furies · 10 months
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hey guys? hey guys??? what uh. what happened to One Eyed Doll,
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portuguesedisaster · 1 year
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The tapes' noise! YES I KNEW IT!
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humanlighthouse · 2 years
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I hate this AO3 election, I hate that this amazing place where I met a lot of friends is being threatened by a bitch who doesn’t understand the very basis of its structure and existence, I hate that I am powerless to do anything about it now, I hate that I had no warning about this and might have to do a lot of work and/or lose contacts if things change because of her, I hate that this is taking so much time and mental space from me, and I hate that it has turned any current mention of AO3 from a happy thing to a source of anxiety. Fuck Tiffany G, I hope she gets what she deserves which is fuck all :)
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Buries his face in the back of Phoenix's neck and takes a deep SNIIIFFF beneath the hood of his sweatshirt.
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"Wright...if you tell anyone I did that, I'll sue you."
Phoenix blinks, staring off into the middle-distance like he's entirely used to this. Truthfully, he's thinking about the fact that he sometimes pulls the tea box down from the cupboard just to smell it because it smells like his boyfriend, but he's not going to just TELL him that. Instead, he tips his head down, grinning to himself privately. Maybe he could start leaving his hoodies draped over the back of a chair for him-- after all he doubted that Miles could let an abandoned piece of clothing lie, and it might save him the threats in the future.
"My mouth is sealed, counsellor."
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its-your-mind · 3 months
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Ruins of The Magnus Institute FACTS WE KNOW:
Someone (who runs an urban spelunking forum 👀👀👀) marked it as “cleared,” which has led to a lack of exploration
Pictures don’t upload to the internet and also just fucking. disappear.
People leave with a weird sense of paranoia
Scorch marks from fire 20 years ago 1999 (FIRE? 20 years ago??? Web bond gertrude/agnes hilltop road tree????????)
Third floor mostly gone
Feeling like doors were gonna close and TRAP YOU INSIDE
All! The! Fucking! Papers! In! The! Archive! Are! Gone! FUCK!!!
Old graffiti: symbols - also found on an empty wooden box???
Gross stains all over the floor (hello smooshed worms)
Only images posted (after graffiti images were promised) were of gross/gory Eyes
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jj-one · 1 month
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Your boyfriend Jungkook convinces you to make a sextape with him, ultimately ending up with you getting wrecked on camera.
pairing: bf!Jungkook x gf!reader genre/tags: pwp (plot is barely there), smut, piv, unprotected sex, dom!jungkook/sub!reader, manhandling, daddy kink?, there is absolutely nothing holy about this fic… read at your own risk that’s all i’m gonna say tbh words: 3.0k
[note] if you remember seeing this before yes i’m the original author i didn’t plagiarize lol, i made a new blog and was formerly known as @milkychae but deleted a while ago. i’ll be reposting all my old deleted fics and using this as an archive !
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Jungkook checks himself out in the mirror one last time, threading his fingers through his thick, silky hair before hitting the record button to start filming.
He had the camera set up on a tripod placed in front of the bed, flashing you a soft smile. You couldn’t stop ogling his divine features, he looked so damn good. His messy jet-black hair swept the sides of his face and was only in a pair of white Calvin Klein boxers. He just looks like pure heaven, unable to keep yourself contained as you sneak glances at his nicely toned, heavily tattooed body. You can literally stare at his beautiful sculpted abs all day, he was the true definition of perfection.
‘How’d I get so lucky to have the hottest boyfriend alive?’ You often thought to yourself.
“M’kay, ready babe?” Jungkook asks reassuringly, he knows you’re excited to do this just as much as he is.
You nod your head “mhm, was born ready!” He chuckles at your cuteness, pressing the little red ‘record’ button on his camera.
Once the camera begins rolling Jungkook wastes no time to spring into action, turning towards you to cup your face in his large hands. He kisses you hungrily, causing you to moan ever so slightly into him, without breaking the kiss you both land onto the bed— he’s hovering over your frame providing light touches to your thigh. You were enjoying every minute of this so far, never getting enough of the sweet taste of him. Pulling away for a second, he grabs ahold of your neck, keeping you in place while his free hand roam all over your upper body. He presses wet kisses to your jaw and chin, then comes back up to kiss your pretty lips once again, making the kiss grow sloppier and heavier. A string of Jungkook’s saliva forms when he momentarily detaches hisself from your lips, smiling down at you. It was more of a devilish smile though, a smile that looks like he was going to snatch the soul out of your body. You two play around on the bed for a bit, passionately kissing and enjoying each other’s presence.
“Come here baby,” Jungkook says, instructing you to get on top of him now, positioning himself behind one of the fluffy pillows on the bed. You do exactly as you’re told and get on his lap to straddle him, he grabs your face with his left hand to kiss you some more while rubbing your ass, harshly slapping it in the process. You wore the tiniest pink micro skirt with bows on the side, it was a mesh material and super see through. Jungkook loved the outfit you were wearing since it was a tiny two-piece crop top and skirt, adoring the curves and shape of your body in the least bit of clothing possible. Slowly lifting up your skirt now, he licks his lips when looking down at your bare pussy, teasing your entrance with his tatted fingers. You quietly gasp as he rubs your soaked folds in an up and down, slow motion, making you subconsciously twitch from sensitivity.
“My god.. you’re so fucking wet babygirl,” Jungkook groaned as he slid two fingers inside, “look how much you’re dripping already babe.” he whispers, staring in awe at his fingers disappearing into your sweet cunt. The room’s filled with only sounds of your wetness, combined with the soft moans you utter, all the juices dripping down your legs and his thumb brushing over your clit was having you see stars.
“You hear that? That’s what good pussy’s supposed to sound like,” Jungkook brags while looking over at the camera, he’s taking this very serious, as if you’re going to end up posting this on PornHub or something. You loved it though and you can tell how into this he is, which only makes you want to do a better job at pleasing him. You moaned louder for him as his fingers go deeper into you, reaching those spots that you never could. Rolling your eyes back as he fingers you harder, he was soaked in your juices, obsessed with the view behold him. You match the movements of his pace, grinding against his digits whilst he reaches a certain spongy spot— feeling so close to cumming already.
Then he abruptly took his fingers out of your dripping cunt, denying you of your orgasm. You whined loudly, clenching again just to feel something, wanting more of him filling you up at this very moment. You childishly pout and beg for more, but he just shushes you and flashes a smirk at your whininess. “Don’t worry sweet pea, m’gonna give you exactly what you need..” Jungkook rasps, still staring down at your cute pussy, but this time spreading your lips apart. He ran his finger down to your clit once again to gently rub in circles, making it even more puffy and swollen. Basking in all your beauty as you threw your head back from the intense pleasure.
“Wanna taste you,” Jungkook’s voice almost sounds desperate, not wanting to waste another second. “Come sit on my face babydoll,” he motions for you to temporarily get off of him, lying down on the bed, requesting that you still keep your skirt on. Placing yourself onto him and comfortably sit on his face, his mouth attaches to your pussy quicker than you can form a thought, already ferociously sucking on your clit. His hands went straight to your ass, slapping each cheek every chance he could, forming blatant red hand prints on your butt.
Jungkook was eating you out like his life was depending on it, uncontrollably moaning his name over and over again. You were in a frenzy as you grind on his face, grabbing the top of his head as if he was able to even go anywhere, his face was quite literally glued to your pussy. Jungkook kept at it for what felt like hours, your juices leaking all over his face without a care in the world. Then all of a sudden you felt this weird sensation, something you’ve never experienced before. It was the same slimy sensation that was all too familiar, but just in a different hole instead. Jungkook was licking your ass, his tongue kept flicking it at first, but now he’s fully immersed into it. He’s never done this to you before but it felt so amazing, it felt just as good as him eating you out but had a distinctly different feel to it.
“You like it baby?” He asks when pulling his tongue away, replacing it with his fingers. His fingers go so deep in your little hole making you squeal out loud.
“Mmm… yes daddy, I do!” A string of moans escape you, sounding so pretty that it’s like music to Jungkook’s ears. Smirking up at you while his digits continue going in and out of your ass, planting a quick kiss to your pussy.
“Fuck, I love you so much my love,” even during moments like these, Jungkook still reminded you how much he adores you, going back to licking your sensitive clit while still fingering your ass. You were in utopia, lost in the magical feeling of his tongue and fingers doing wonders on you. Jungkook could totally be a pornstar if he wanted to, he had the looks, the skill, and stamina.
“I love you so much kookie..” you mewl, closing your eyes from how intense all of this was. You can feel your release coming any minute and you only got louder for him, grabbing the strands of his hair, gripping it with everything you had. You were riding his face like a rodeo and he was more than here for it, his tongue never letting up on your clit. When he dragged a long stripe across your heat, that was all it took for you to cum all over his face. Slowing down your pace as you finally chase your high, smothering Jungkook with your creamy, juicy pussy.
“Goddamn babe, you made such a mess.” Jungkook grunts out when releasing you from his grasp, his face completely drenched with your juices. You come down from being on top and lower yourself to kiss his wet lips, getting a taste of you on his tongue.
Jungkook tells you to get up and stand directly in front of the camera, you immediately follow his orders. He makes his way over to you, ordering you again to get on your knees in a stern tone. Situating yourself down onto the floor, you pull his boxers down and his cock springs out freely from it’s barriers. Making steady eye contact with the camera while grabbing his thick, lengthy cock, the tip was so red and puffy, precum leaking out to make you even more hungry for him. You wasted zero time in filling your mouth with Jungkook’s cock, it felt so warm against your tongue, loving the prominent veins that would show when he was extra hard. You start taking in his length and getting a good rhythm going, bobbing your head up and down. Jungkook winces at the sensation, taking a fistful of your hair and slamming the entirety of his cock into your mouth. His length hits the back of your throat, coming into contact with your uvula, causing you to make a sudden gagging noise. The drool peeking out from the corners of your mouth becoming more apparent as he fucks your pretty mouth.
“You have the best lips for giving head babe,” Jungkook coos while sighing out and throwing his head back, “your mouth is so fucking good to me…” He couldn’t stop praising you, you were like an angel to him. An innocent angel that was only a freak for him. Jungkook starts to get a little rougher with you, forcefully pushing his cock even further down your throat, causing you to choke for real this time.
“Yeah just like that baby, choke on it,” he strokes your hair out the way to get a better look at you. He thrives off taking control of you, see how far he can push you, he knows you can handle it though, he does it out of pure love. “Like being stuffed with a mouthful of my cock, hm?”
“You’re such a dirty fucking slut, look at you,” Jungkook continues degrading you, “sucking my dick on camera like the filthy whore you are.”
You keep on sucking his cock as you look him in the eyes, the words he’s saying right now is all you need to hear for you to become even more of a dripping mess. Your wetness is only growing and it’s starting to spill onto the floor, oh how embarrassing…
Jungkook’s cock was buried deep inside your mouth, managing to fit all of him without gagging anymore. He’s trained you so well over the years it doesn’t take much warming up for all of him to settle in perfectly, it’s like it was made specifically for you. You stay like this for a while, feeling his fat cock throbbing in your mouth as you gaze up at his gorgeous face through your lashes, appreciating how much you admire him. You’d honestly do anything to make him happy. After awhile, you release him from your mouth and go straight to his balls, sucking them up like a vacuum. Jungkook moans out so violently that you think the neighbors could probably hear that one, your eyes grew wide as you didn’t expect him to be so vocal from that. Seeing the biggest smile etched on your boyfriend’s face.
“Shit.. you’re so good at that baby,” he compliments you again, holding the back of your head for dear life. You could suck him off for hours without ever getting tired of it.
He pulls you away from him, telling you to get back on the bed and to bend over with your ass facing up. You do so without hesitation and begin arching, ready for him to do whatever he wants. He proceeds to spread your pussy lips again, as if earlier wasn’t enough already, he dips his tongue back into your soaking wet heat. Your mouth goes agape, barely able to make a sound, only letting out a small moan as he continues, spitting a little on your slit and rubbing it in. He eats you out again while you look back at the camera, whimpering when he squeezes your left ass cheek and gives it a harsh slap. You whimper from all the stimulation, body vibrating as he chuckles at how adorable you are.
“Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” Jungkook is so obsessed with you, but it’s a mutual obsession amongst each other. He took a short break away from your wetness, “you don’t know what you do to me y/n.”
All you could do in that moment was moan like crazy, he was making you feel astronomically good. He licked a couple more languid stripes across your slit and gave it a little slap once he was done. Lifting his head up, he’s finally going to do what he’s been waiting for this entire time. He rubs your ass with one hand while stroking his cock for a little bit with the other, bringing the tip to the entrance of your slit and teasing your hole. His dick slipping in between your wet folds is driving you insane, making you want to just slide it in already.
“C’mon Koo, fuck me alreadyyy.” You were practically begging for him to stuff you at this point, wiggling your ass against him, wanting nothing more than to be filled up by him and only him.
“Alright babe damn, always so eager for me,” he groans as he starts pushing his cock inside of you now.
A broken moan escapes from your lips as you’re feeling him slowly opening you up, your tightness already adjusting to his girth. He began fucking you from behind at a rough pace, giving you exactly what you needed the most. Jungkook grabs your neck once again and brings your back towards his chest, saying all types of dirty, sinful things in your ear while he relentlessly fucks you, slamming his cock in and out of you making you go delirious. Practically shoving his hard length into you, you couldn’t help but scream out in pure ecstasy. His cock felt was the best thing on earth and the more he slammed into you the more you didn’t want it to ever be over.
He was so big you could feel his cock in your stomach, all your insides were being rearranged by him. Your ass was jiggling on his cock so nicely, giving him an absolutely stunning view. Firmly settling your face back into the pillows again, while looking down at your ass he grabs your waist firmly with one hand, the other being on your right butt cheek which was severely bruised from him spanking you earlier. You were so beyond soaking wet that the only noises filling up the room were the gushy sounds of your wetness and the ceaseless thrusts of Jungkook’s cock going deeper in you than ever before.
“Just wanna fill up your tight pussy with all my cum…” Jungkook coos, sounding so pussydrunk from all the pleasure he’s feeling right now. “Show me how desperately you want my cum inside you,” he keeps going, urging you to give him more of a reaction, probably since you’re both on camera.
“Mmm… yes daddy, need you to fill me up and make your cumslut pleasee,” you beg for him to continue fucking you, bouncing back on his cock and making him growl. You wanted him to feel like he was on top of the world, like you were a drug and the only cure for his addiction was your pussy. He keeps thrusting into you erratically, his strokes getting messier and sloppier as he soon reaches his climax.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuckk—“ Jungkook belts out a string of curses as he fucks your tight cunt, “m’gonna fucking cum babe… so close..” he grips onto your waist tighter, indefinitely picking up his pace as he starts to see flashes of white invade his vision. He was fucking into you so hard and fast that you couldn’t think or speak coherently anymore, just saying random words and babbling the entire time.
“Jungkook I love you, I love you so much..” was all you were able to say, to which he replies with “I love you more” and continues fucking you from behind like the rent is due. Your eyes were permanently at the back of your head as you were absorbed in the utmost pleasure. Jungkook’s hand reaches over to rub your clit as he proceeds to hit all the right spots inside you, his cock felt so good, everything just feels otherworldly to you right now.
“Ah! Cumming babe, gonna cum—“ Jungkook lets out the deepest groan as he shoots his load inside your warmth, “Oh my god, fuck yes…” he felt like he was on cloud nine, thrusting into you with slowed movements while coating your walls with his thick hot cum. You contract around him, soon reaching your climax right after him, both of your releases mixing together inside of you.
Once he pulls out, you were bodies intertwined with one another again, forgetting all about the camera that was still rolling. You aggressively kiss him, tongues mingling together as if you’re trying to swallow each other’s existence. You took a glance at the camera, checking the time on the screen to see that it’s been going on for almost an hour and thirty minutes now… Jungkook pulls away, noticing you looking at the camera, leaving for a quick second to finally turn it off. He faces back in your direction and presents you with the warmest smile, looking down at your thighs and eyeing the creamy mess that’s dripped down between your legs.
“Let’s get you all cleaned up huh darling?” Jungkook cutely offers, gently kissing your cheek. His big boba ball eyes were staring right into your soul with nothing but admiration and love for you. The duality of his actions were almost surreal, he just fucked you like the devil reincarnated but then acts like the sweetest angel once it’s all over. You’ve always adored that special quality about your boyfriend.
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murdrdocs · 10 months
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this but from miguels perspective (gn!reader)
he thinks he's maintaining composure during the call. he manages to hold off the growl between his words, and his eyes are the usual amount of narrowed, so he thinks he's truly not being that obvious. but the envy sits heavily in his chest and the jealousy almost blinds him and of course, there's the devil on his shoulder to taunt him as soon as the call ends.
"were they just ...?" lyla's question doesn't need to be completed for miguel to know what she's asking.
"yea, lyla," annoyance is clear in his voice. to an outsider, maybe it's the usual annoyance that comes from miguel o'hara. but to the one who knows him best, it's a dose ten times bigger than usual.
"oh, someone's jealous." it's singsong, a direct taunt at his expense, something lyla's best at.
"i'm not jealous i'm upset that i now have to find another spider-person to fill in for spider-punk." lie. well, not completely a lie but mostly a lie.
lyla's tone says she obviously doesn't believe him. "uh-huh. sure." but then she's gone, and miguel's left to click on his watch and pull up the audio recording of hobie's call. all calls are recorded for ... archives and such, so it's not that weird.
miguel just needs to let out some frustration before he can focus again. he knows lyla will handle getting someone for the mission, he just needs 10 minutes on his own, with your moans lowly playing in the lab, and his fist wrapped around his cock.
he spits in his hand, the quarter of his suit between his navel and his knees disappears, and he plays the bit of audio that's clearest with your moans. when hobie deliberately paused to "think" about when he was next free, leaving miguel's ears to warm as his overactive imagination conjured up images of you, under the spider-person who upset him most.
his hand turns sloppy as he thinks about how hobie doesn't deserve you. he's too insufferable, too immature, and from the one accidental meeting miguel had with you, he could tell you were the opposite. you were sweet, pretty, the softest features and the most comforting eyes as you offered tea to the spiderman who'd jumped out of a portal and into your home.
miguel remembers scowling at the mix of items that were yours and hobie around the place, but his features leveled out when he saw you, wearing a long shirt that stopped mid thigh, a little bit of toothpaste crust at the corner of your mouth, and a bright smile as you tentatively approached hobie and miguel.
he felt disgusting in the moment, thinking about what you had under that shirt, if you even had anything under the shirt. you were young, clearly hobie's age, definitely too young for miguel, but so much nicer than most young adults, a simple fact that drew him to you even more.
he couldn't help but think about if you and hobie had just had sex while he accidentally stumbled over his words, having to take a pause all together as hobie shamelessly pulled your back to his front and rested his chin on your shoulder.
now, images of how embarrassed you'd looked then flashes into miguel's mind. is that what you looked like while your boyfriend fucked you on call to his boss? maybe your face was scrunched a little more with pleasure. maybe there were tears running down your cheeks, a show of humiliation and satisfaction.
fuck, miguel really wanted to make you cry. he wanted to see those pretty eyes well up with tears while he bounced you on his cock. not on hobie's. miguel wanted to wipe the salt water away, kiss them away, and continue to make you feel good.
he distantly realizes that he's groaning now, grunts thrown in there as his hips chase his own hand. it's messy, a little shameful, but the thoughts are coming into his head quicker than he can process.
pictures of you bouncing yourself on his cock, head thrown back. pictures of you begging to cum because you know that miguel controls when and if you do. pictures of you playing with yourself, putting on a show for him, moans high pitched and vulnerable like they are now as you beg for help.
and just as he's about to come, hobie speaks, and miguel sees a picture of the two of you, hobie being the one to get you off, eyes locked with miguel with that usual taunting look in them. but for once, it doesn't upset miguel. at least not when warm spurts of his own cum is spurting out of his dick and onto his previously clean skin.
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kvetcher-in-the-rye · 1 month
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That's an excerpt from the speech commonly known as "The American Dream". Here's a 5 minute video of it:
..."there’s a reason education SUCKS, and it’s the same reason it will never, ever, EVER be fixed. [...] Because the owners, the owners of this country don't want that. I'm talking about the real owners now, the BIG owners! The Wealthy… the REAL owners! The big wealthy business interests that control things and make all the important decisions.
Forget the politicians. They are irrelevant. The politicians are put there to give you the idea that you have freedom of choice. You don't. You have no choice! You have OWNERS! They OWN YOU. They own everything. They own all the important land. They own and control the corporations. They’ve long since bought, and paid for the Senate, the Congress, the state houses, the city halls, they got the judges in their back pockets and they own all the big media companies, so they control just about all of the news and information you get to hear. They got you by the balls.
They spend billions of dollars every year lobbying, lobbying, to get what they want. Well, we know what they want. They want more for themselves and less for everybody else, but I'll tell you what they don’t want:
They don’t want a population of citizens capable of critical thinking. They don’t want well informed, well educated people capable of critical thinking. They’re not interested in that. That doesn’t help them. Thats against their interests.
Thats right. They don’t want people who are smart enough to sit around a kitchen table and think about how badly they’re getting fucked by a system that threw them overboard 30 fucking years ago. They don’t want that!
You know what they want? They want obedient workers. Obedient workers, people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork. And just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly shitty jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, the reduced benefits, the end of overtime and vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it, and now they’re coming for your Social Security money. They want your retirement money. They want it back so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street, and you know something? They’ll get it. They’ll get it all from you sooner or later cause they own this fucking place! It's a big club, and you ain’t in it! You, and I, are not in the big club.
By the way, it's the same big club they use to beat you over the head with all day long when they tell you what to believe. All day long beating you over the head with their media telling you what to believe, what to think and what to buy. The table has tilted folks. The game is rigged and nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care! Good honest hard-working people; white collar, blue collar it doesn’t matter what color shirt you have on. Good honest hard-working people continue, these are people of modest means, continue to elect these rich cock suckers who don’t give a fuck about you….they don’t give a fuck about you… they don’t give a FUCK about you.
They don’t care about you at all… at all… AT ALL. And nobody seems to notice. Nobody seems to care. Thats what the owners count on. The fact that Americans will probably remain willfully ignorant of the big red, white and blue dick thats being jammed up their assholes everyday, because the owners of this country know the truth.
It's called the American Dream,because you have to be asleep to believe it."
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apollo1three · 12 days
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Obey me writing from @Oikasenpai
I'm so glad I held onto her writing! It's so good, and while it's a shame that she deactivated - as long as things are better for her than on Tumblr, that's all that matters. My darling will be missed :,)
THIS IS NOT MY WORK, this is archived work from a deactivated Tumblr account that I held onto because I thought the writing was amazing.
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Mammon x f!reader
syn: one orgasm is never enough for mammon , he’s greedy for it. well, he’s the avatar of greed after all. he lives up to the name of course, proudly so. ── cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, creampie, implied multiple orgasms (f & m), overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, treasure, darling), not proofread.
“ma—ah fuck..! m-mammon, can’t—ngh!” “aah shit..! just one more f’me, my sweetheart.” mammon let out a heated gasp, his rosy lips parted before burying his face in the junction of your neck—soft breaths ghosting over the sensitive skin of your sweaty neck. your vision was met with his snowy strands that your fingers dug into, occasionally tugging at the roots, earning groans from mammon as he ploughs into your cunt.
‘just one more’ you knew that was nothing but a blatant lie, especially coming from the greediest demon himself—it was never just one more when it came to sex, sometimes mammon would go to the extent where both of you were as overstimulated as you could get; silent screams as pleasure took over your bodies, the coil deep in your stomach snapping oh so deliciously that it’s almost painful, and his balls emptying the last bit of load he has after all the rounds.
your head spun, the corners of your teary vision slowly filled with dark spots that disappeared as quickly as they formed. you’ve already came twice around his cock, and you’ve lost count of how many times mammon brought you to your orgasm with his tongue and fingers, so your body was already sensitive to any kind of touch. you could feel your legs trembling as mammon pushed and pulled his hard cock over and over again, the way your walls clamped around his shaft, allowing you to feel every ridge of it. it was sticky, damp, and stuffy. the mixture of your’s and his cum dripped out of your sopping cunt and down to the mattress, creating loud, wet noises that bounced around the walls of his room. mammon’s heavy balls slapped against your sweaty skin, making a sticky mess down where the two of you connected.
his king-sized bed squeaked with each desperate thrust of his hips, the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall as if it was locked in a rhythmic curse. thud. thud. thud. mammon was sure his brothers could hear the deafening thuds of his headboard but he couldn’t care less. another strained groaned left his throat as you scratched your nails down his bare muscled back, your hands running through an evident bump on it—his wings were starting to come out. his horns were also becoming visible, the ebony spirals emerging from his snowy hair.
mammon growled as he felt himself shift into his demon form from the immense pleasure that washed over his whole body. he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, causing pleasurable pain to shoot up to your neck as his canines grew in size. “aah.. mammon..!” “haah! t-that’s it, my treasure.. moan for me.” mammon lifted his head from your neck, an evident deep crimson blush spread on his cheeks as he met your gaze—his pupils were blown with lust, eyes also teary from the never-ending pleasure. fuck, you could stare at his eyes all day; the way his blue irises faded into a golden yellow at the bottom, like the ocean meeting the citrine sky as the sun dips below the horizon.
before you could close your eyes shut from the way mammon’s blunt tip was repeatedly hitting your cervix, you noticed a faint flapping sound over the ringing of your ears—something slicing through the damp atmosphere of the room and blowing hot air. it didn’t take you long to notice the full-grown pair of wings on his back, flapping with every eager thrust of his hips—it’s bat-like structure proudly stretching out to reveal it’s entire length.
the white markings across his tanned torso were now evident too, mammon was in his full demon form. it was always like this with him whenever he reached overstimulation, the immense pleasure his body held was too much that it often resorted to him unintentionally transforming. his wings moved in synched with his hard thrusts, allowing him to pound harder and reach deeper into you. mammon threw his head back, a heated gasp leaving his lips as he felt your walls tighten around him. a small, desperate cry of your name hung in the thick air before he buried his face near your ear once again.
mammon let out shallow pants, incoherent sentences going straight to your left ear; he managed to stutter out a praise, his voice shaky, and breathless from all the fucking he’s doing. the sweet praise went straight to your cunt, and that was all it took for you reach yet another orgasm.
this time it was significantly more intense than the previous ones mammon had given you. your whole body trembled as the coil in the pit of your stomach snapped for the nth time that night, face contorting in raw bliss as your lips parted in a silent scream. mammon didn’t even have to look at your face to know what you looked like as you came, he’s got in engrained in his mind—the way your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head, swollen lips parted, brows tightly knitted together, and tears rolling down your warm cheeks.
the thought of your erotic expression brought mammon to another climax shortly after you. his muscles turned taut, wings stilling in a stretch as he sheathed his cock deep inside you before cumming. he moaned into your sweaty skin, a string of curses leaving his throat as waves of pleasure fully consumed him. the two of you fell into a unison, filling the room with nothing but lewd sounds as your bodies jolted from the after shocks of a mind blowing orgasm. mammon held you tight—his bare chest flush against your own—to keep himself grounded from the immense pleasure.
you didn’t know how he was still able to cum inside you with such volume, given how many times he’s orgasmed already—mammon filled your cunt to the brim, swearing under his breath as a squelching noise came from your cunt, his seed seeping out and dripping down to his balls and the mattress. he gave a few shallow thrusts to ride out both your orgasms before pulling out, a whine coming from you and mammon at the loss of contact—he watched as your hole dripped with his and your cum, biting down at his bottom lip. how filthy.
“i’m far from being done with you..” mammon breathlessly laughed as he saw your eyes fluttering shut. you opened your lids to see that he’s made his way down to the apex of your legs, where all the mess was. “mhm, i’m going to suck this out of you.” he gave an experimental lick at your sensitive cunt, causing you to instinctively attempt to close your legs. mammon held your legs apart and gave you a smirk before diving in—your hands flew to his spiralled horns, gripping them for your dear life as he shoved his tongue inside you.
“just can’t get enough of you, my darlin’..” mammon whispered against your skin. “mhm—aah! y’so greedy, m-mammon.” you moaned. he couldn’t help but snicker at your response, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the choice of your words.
“now, i’d be worried if i wasn’t.”
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Satan x f!reader
Anon prompt (me!): innocently sucking on Satan's cock like it's your favourite lollipop while he's reading, one hand on his book and the other on stroking your head. "That's my good girl," he says, looking over at your little kitten licks (you can't fit him into your mouth) against the pulsing head before going back to reading. Out of nowhere, after a while, spurts of cum erupt, all the while you clean it all up with a smile on your face.
It is without a doubt that Satan’s favourite pastime is to have his nose stuck in a novel while he gets lost in between pages—the wonders of each inked word on the paper has the fourth born’s undivided attention but Satan enjoys his favourite pastime even more when you’re in between his legs, cock pulled from his pants, and your pillowy lips circling around it—hand pumping the rest of the shaft that couldn’t fit in your mouth. A pang of jealousy blossoms in your chest as your eyes scan his face only to see his emerald ones fixated on the pages before him—moving left to right, left to right, paragraph by paragraph, sentence by sentence. There was no hint of pleasure written on his handsome features; not even a bite of his bottom lip but an evident scarlet blush tinged his cheeks.
You grabbed his attention by moaning around the head of his cock, sending pleasurable vibrations down to his core. Tongue darting out to give kitten licks on his blunt angry tip, and teasing the sensitive slit that oozed with pre-cum. Excitement coursed through your veins as you watched Satan grip the novel in his hand a little tighter—a soft purr leaving your lips as the fourth-born’s free hand languidly strokes your head. You close your eyes as his emerald-painted nails weave through your locks and gently scrape your scalp; his name coming out in a whimper before taking his cock back in your mouth. “Mmm. . That’s my good girl.” Satan moves the novel from his face to hold your lustful gaze, pupils blown with carnal hunger. He tugs on your hair a bit to angle your face up to him before giving you a smug smile—thumb tracing your bottom lip and stroking your bulged cheek. Satan leaves his free hand tangled in your hair before going back to reading the novel before him but this time, he bites his lip, his chest heaves up and down, little grunts rumble from the back of his throat as you suck on his cock with such eagerness. Tongue desperately swirling around the tip, tracing a pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft.
The lewd sounds your mouth makes bounces from wall to wall, mixed with Satan’s soft grunts. The demon before you squirms in his seat, feeling like the velvet couch is about to swallow him whole as waves of pleasure washes over his taut body. Satan lets out a strained grunt, the hand in your hair tugging on your strands as he cums—thick white ribbons of his cum paint your mouth and throat. You moan around his cock as you feel his hot release, one hand trailing down to massage his balls. Satan drops the novel somewhere on the ground—he can pick that up later—to focus on you, one hand gripping the arm rest while the other gently scratches the back of your head and down to your nape as you eagerly swallow down his cum. A loud pop echoes throughout the room when you release his cock, a smile painted on your lips. He mutters a curse under his breath, mind spinning as he sees his cum dribble on the corner of your mouth so Satan does the next best thing: using his thumb to wipe the cum from your face and stick it past your lips. You look up at him with stars in your eyes, tongue keenly lapping up the digit. “So good for me.” He groans before pulling you on his lap, sealing the distance between your faces with a passionate kiss.
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Lucifer x f!reader
Anon prompt: Lucifer's big demon cock leaving an outline every time he thrusts into your poor, abused and weeping human pussy. A little part of him can't help but revel the fact that he's ruined you for any other cock, let alone that of a human.
Lucifer wants to close his eyes shut and relish the way your warm cunt feels around his bare cock; how it’s eagerly sucking him back in for more, more, more; how it’s making such lewd wet sounds every time his hips desperately buck into yours but Lucifer can’t. Lucifer can’t close them because his deep scarlet eyes are fixated on the visible outline on your stomach—the outline of his cock; appearing and disappearing every time he thrusts in and out. The size of it makes Lucifer’s head spin. You’re taking him so well.
Oh if you could only feel the sensation of pride swelling in his chest, the feeling of pure satisfaction blossoming between his ribcage but you don’t need to feel it because Lucifer is staring at your body like it held the stars—his crimson irises held nothing but carnal hunger. Lust. The corners of his lips were curled upwards while he moaned in pure bliss, rough pants in the shape of your name hung in the thick air. “Devilishly beautiful. . Oh, look at you all stretched out because of my cock.” Lucifer gently presses a palm against the imprint of his cock on your stomach which pulls a drawled out moan from you, hands immediately flying around his wrist to grip it.
“You take me so well. . Ruined you so good that no other cock would fill you up like this, hm? I bet no human would be able to.” “Mmm, that’s right because you’re all for me and myself only.” Lucifer’s voice is deep but laced with obvious amusement that it almost sounds scary—the way his voice shakes with pure delight like a madman; so drunk with the view before him, intoxicated by your body. He’s enjoying himself. You can’t even form a coherent sentence from how the tip of his cock kisses your cervix oh so deliciously. The sight before the prideful demon gets him going—he’s the only one who can make you feel like this.
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Satan x f!reader
─ prompt: satan, who whispers romantic love poems directly into your ear with his cock sheathed inside you, deep velvety voice sending shivers down your spine. it would be wholesome, really, if it wasn’t for the sound of loud skin slapping shamelessly bouncing off the walls; if it wasn’t for the tip of his cock angled just right, prodding at your sweet spot that makes you feel at one with the stars.
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.” satan would confess to you with such tenderness, voice a little shaky but nonetheless, a dulcet tone—a daring contrast from the way his hips desperately rut into your own, driven with absolute carnal hunger as his mind spins from how tight your cunt feels against his bare cock.
you don’t know how satan does it, how his mind is as clear as the ebony skies while yours is beclouded with nothing but lust—the sole doing of the demon above you with lust-filled determination in his emerald eyes. and when you both reach your impending orgasm, oh, he has just the right words for you while you writhe beneath him, shocks of saccharine pleasure electrifying your whole body,
“. . . And say with a fervor born of the South that your body and soul are mine. Clasp me close in your warm young arms, while the pale stars shine above, and we’ll live our whole young lives away in the joys of a living love.” you hear every single purred word that slips past his sinful lips but all you can muster is a broken moan of his name as your eyes roll back in pure bliss. you’ve both never been to heaven but satan knows just how to get you there without having to leave the devildom.
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Lucifer x f!reader
Prompt: Brat tamer Luci!!!! <33333333 Hehehehehe <3333 Luci keeps making you cum over and over again and you try to crawl away as you're in tears and he instantly pulls you back by your ankles and tuts. "No, no, brats don't get any mercy. Now stay where you are and take it." :)
Your bare front flush against the soft mattress; nails digging into the fine fabrics of Lucifer’s sheets; mouth agape while a string of moans in the shape of the prideful demon’s name slip past your lips; shocks of pleasure electrifying every inch of your sensitive body as Lucifer’s hips plough into you without a hint of remorse. You don’t know how many times you came around his cock, essence dripping down your inner thighs and onto the soft mattress beneath, just like the tears coating your heated cheeks. The deafening sound of skin slapping and wet squelches hung in the thick air of Lucifer’s room—punishment. That’s right, you were being punished for your misbehaviour earlier, and he wasn’t going easy on you.
Broken pleas leave your quivering lips, to your dismay it just gets Lucifer going, the way your breathless voice turns into a sweet melody, chanting his name to stop—desperate hands reaching back to grab his hips only to be swatted away. You only had one option. A laugh rumbles from Lucifer’s chest as he watches your naked trembling body attempt to move away from him, arms shaky as you drag yourself along the expanse of his bed. He found you amusing. A warm palm encases your right ankle, and in one swift tug, you’re back to where you started. Lucifer tuts as he hears you whine; the demon presses his bare chest against your naked back, lips dangerously close to your right ear, “You dare try to escape your punishment, brat? There’s no mercy for you. . .”
A shiver runs up your spine, his icy tone making your head spin. You didn’t notice the way Lucifer hauled you up, flush against his chest so that you were now on your knees—one hand playing with your clit, and the other encased around a breast. “. . . Now, this will make you stay here and take it all.” Lucifer nibbled on your lobe, kissing down the side of your neck before inserting his cock inside you. You were completely trapped with his arms securely wrapped around your body, and like he said, your only option is to take it all.
Lucifer hopes you’re in for a long night—well, that doesn’t really matter because he’s going to give it to you over and over again until the only word you know is his name, until his cock his soaked in your cum, until the Sun rises again in the Devildom.
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Diavolo x f!reader
── one of diavolo’s favourite position includes showing his unmatched strength—he’s standing, feet planted on the ground as he carries your whole body while fucking you on his thick cock. diavolo’s hands are flush against the bare skin of your waist, your legs hooked over his forearms, allowing for a deeper penetration that has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. there’s nothing you can really do apart from digging your nails into his bare shoulders, and crying out his name in pleasure. diavolo loves everything about this position, from the way tears roll down your cheeks, to the way your breasts move with every bounce he gives you. but diavolo’s most favourite thing would be the intimacy during your orgasm—scrambling to wrap your arms around his neck, nails scratching at the expanse of his toned back, and breathy moans ghosting dangerously close to his ear as if trying to keep yourself grounded while your orgasm hits you immensely. diavolo absolutely adores that you require to be as close to his naked body as possible whenever you cum—he makes your climax a little more intimate by topping it off with saccharine praises whispered into your neck while he sucks the supple skin deep crimson and purple.
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Solomon x reader
── solomon loves staining your pact marks with hickies. hues of dark red and purple peppered all over your body where each mark resides. solomon makes sure to give the one over your heart—lucifer’s—a little more attention, more bites, more licks, as if doing so would somehow cause it to disappear and never be seen again. you don’t miss the way solomon’s lips stretch into a taunting smile as his hazel eyes gaze over your body, each sigil stained and wet from his mouth, mocking the seven demons that he’s the only one that belongs to you. no one else.
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Satan x reader
─ satan loves to pepper your palms and wrists with chaste kisses, guiding your hands to cup his cheeks while he admires you—sparkling emeralds holding your gaze. without a doubt he’s chivalrous and polite with how he carries himself around you but he’s also calculated and self-restrained. but oh does restraint consume a lot of willpower; you don’t miss the intent behind each gentle kiss he places against your soft skin, the carnal desire behind it. you don’t miss the way his emerald irises glimmer with a hint of lust. the innocent facade fades once the door to his room is tightly shut and he’s all alone, the righteous mask falls and satan feels almost guilty. almost, because the way he’s touching himself to the mere thought of you is just too intoxicating. blissful. the way his hand pleasures himself, imagining it as your own. he’s not innocent, he wants to ruin you. take you until you’re begging him for mercy, chanting his name like a sinful prayer that mocks the very realm that banished his brothers. take you until the only thing you see are endless pools of emeralds that pull you deeper into bliss. take you until you’re both nothing but moans and whimpers, becoming one as pleasure engulfs your bodies.
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Lucifer x reader
Prompt: good morning!! <3 Thinking about Luci's voice today!! Imagine his deep voice as he's on top of you, pressing soft, warm kisses along your neck, and he's taking his time going soooo slowly, teasing you with the promise of more as his teeth just barely graze along your skin, and you can't help but feel so needy so you beg for more. Of course Lucifer lets out a chuckle at this, his deep voice reverberates against your ear, and he sucks a nice little mark right below your ear. "Mmm, you want more, do you?" He'll say with a smirk, and you can practically hear it within his voice >:I but you nod, and he pulls away from your neck to make eye contact with you and he tilts your chin up, and slowly he leans closer. "If you want more, darling, then I want you to beg." and his voice is so deep and sultry it sends shivers down your spine faarajfhskfhskccb idk a man telling me to beg makes me all giddy hehehehe
no bc i just know he’d try and get you at your limit with all the begging. lucifer would be such a lil shit and go like, “hmm? i can’t hear you..” even though he’s literally centimetres from you. he’d make you beg for him until pride swells in his chest and he feels satisfied with it. but oh lucifer doesn’t disappoint when he finally gives himself to you :>
he’s going to make sure to place his lips just right by your ear as he fucks you all night long to make sure you know who’s dicking you down that good. lucifer never shies away from praises, never. strings of saccharine praises spill from his parted lips, whispered hotly to your ears, causing goosebumps. the best part about it is that lucifer doesn’t stop praising you, even when he’s close to his orgasm. you can hear everything, the little grunts, whines, and pants laced into his praises and it’s the hottest thing ever, “ngh—ah..! you’re taking me so well—fuck..!” just hearing his calm voice turn into a quivering, panting mess makes your eyes roll to the back of your head—especially since its such a rare occurrence hearing him that fucked out.
oh, and when lucifer cums, he starts growling but its not that kind of growl he does when he’s angry, its more of a desperate one—one that’s full of passion and very heated. and fuck, it’s enough to bring you to your own orgasm <3
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Lucifer x reader
prompt: okay OKAY imagine cockwarming lucifer while he gets his work done but it’s his way of punishing you for being so needy and distracting him from the report he’s doing. the thing is, halfway through it, luci starts to deeply regret letting you cockwarm him because he feels like its more of punishing himself with how tight your walls feel around him—he so shameful bc you’re not even clenching or anything, just sitting there and taking your punishment like a good girl. eventually, you notice the way his breathing starts to get uneven, coming out more ragged and harsh; you also start noticing how lucifer ever so slightly ‘adjusts’ himself in his seat but its really just a pathetic excuse of trying to chase some kind of friction because you’re making his head spin. being the prideful individual he is, lucifer doesn’t want to admit how much he wants you fuck you right now because it means that he’s the needy one now BUT the way his fingers tighten around the pen he’s holding blows his cover, nonetheless. SORRY ITS KINDA LONG
bizarrebankai-deactivated202309 answered:
Like !!! This usually doesn't happen !!! But you just look so good and you just feel so good wrapped around him that he can't help himself :(( you look so sweet with your head resting on his shoulder, and your skirt hiked up so he can see himself sheathed inside of you :(( and you just feel sooo soft and warm that he cannot help but feel sooo good inside of you :(((
And !!! When you notice his struggle, you decide to get a little smart with him and you sloooowly start to drag yourself along him to tease him… and when you do, Lucifer's grip on the pen gets so tight that it bends, and he gives you a warning glare like, "don't try me." but 😔 you do. You do try him and you move a bit faster and immediately the pen snaps into two, and his hands immediately grip your hips and he holds you still, telling you to stop or he'll give you an even worse punishment !!! But you retort and whine and whimper, and it's enough to make Lucifer pick you up and pin you down onto the bed so he can fuck you as much as he wants 😔
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Lucifer x f!reader
(cw: somno <3) Moot prompt: Thinking about Luci coming back to his room from a busy day with Diavolo, and he's tired and he sees you so pretty, asleep on his bed, in nothing but a long t-shirt that barely goes past ur ass and a cute pair of panties <333 and he's had such a long day that maybe it wouldn't hurt if he started kissing up along your thighs, and maybe it wouldn't hurt if he started fingering you <33
i just know it drives him absolutely crazy seeing you in his t-shirt, and he hates to admit it that it does because he thinks its silly!! lucifer would definitely help himself to you, gently parting your thighs and giving them open-mouthed kisses which earn a slight whimper from you as you stir in your sleep. he’d also start whispering into your ear as he plays with your now wet folds AGHHHHHH!! luci is such a sucker for whines and whimpers that you make while you’re asleep because it’s so raw and pure, there’s no restraint to it 🧎🏻‍♀️
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THE ACT OF SPITE
SATAN x f! reader MC ft. LUCIFER
syn: the avatar of wrath knows just what would infuriate the prideful demon the most—that is, fucking you against the door to lucifer’s secret office, all while he’s inside it. ── cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, semi-public sex (inside the HoL library), unprotected sex, creampie, masturbation (m), horny luci, satan being a lil shit to lucifer, pet name (darling), not proofread.
this was wrong. sinful. lewd. hell, those words were far beyond what you and satan were doing right this very moment—there weren’t any words to describe how naughty your actions were but with every single thrust of the fourth-born’s hips, those thoughts of hesitancy slowly slipped from your mind. buried with the surge of lust clouding your thoughts as satan’s pace didn’t let up, not even once. his hips pushing into your own with such drive, and desperation that your lower back painfully digs further into the edges of the shelves.
that’s right. you were inside the library, most importantly, your back flush against the door to lucifer’s secret office—satan made sure of it. the worst part wasn’t even having sex in the library, it was the fact that you two were doing it right outside lucifer’s private study while he’s inside. oh, satan has seen the way his eldest brother looks at you with intent. the way lucifer’s scarlet eyes hungrily trace your figure with each opportunity he gets, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s practically eye-fucking you. satan still remembers the swirling storm inside him, the anger that bubbled at the pit of his stomach from the way his older brother eyed you. now, he just can’t help but remind lucifer who you belonged to.
the soft ember glow from the fireplace cast the side of satan’s handsome face, sweat glimmering from the fire, painting the colours of the sunset upon his fair skin—golden hair that stuck to his forehead tinged with streaks of reds and oranges; emerald irises full of lust mixed with a scarlet hue, his features fading into an angry red. wrath. you were sure that’s what he was feeling, he always did. your nails dug into the fabric of his shoulders, legs wrapped around his slender waist tightening with every jolt of your body. “s-satan—ah!” you moaned, heated and desperate just how he liked it. the corner of his mouth tugged upward, satan was sure that your erotic sounds were loud enough to reach the other side of the door. enough to disrupt lucifer from his work.
satan bit his lip from the way you felt around him, your warm walls hugging his cock so tightly, so deliciously that it made his emerald eyes roll to the back of his head. he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with how you squeezed him, and that was fine but he needed to make the most of it—he needed you to be louder. satan’s nails painfully dug into the edge of the bookshelf, his heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust of his hips. arousal dripped down to his balls, creating wet noises that filled your ears—a white ring forming at the base of his cock. fuck, it was naughty. the vast library was filled with your’s and satan’s sounds mixed with wet squelches, and the crackling of fire. you didn’t need to worry about being caught by the other brothers; belphegor was up in the attic, fast asleep, and leviathan was having a TSL marathon while the rest of them had gone out, leaving satan and lucifer down here.
thud. thud. thud. the door to lucifer’s secret office cried from satan’s unwavering pace. inside the private study, a blanket of blush covered lucifer’s face, cheeks heating up from the obvious activity happening outside the room. he didn’t know whether to curse his younger brother for vexing him like this, or to feel flustered at the lewd noises coming from your throat—the way you cry out satan’s name every now and then with such desperation, such passion that he almost wished it was his name rolling off your tongue. that he was the one making you feel pleasured. lucifer’s free hand curled into a fist, the papers beneath his palm crinkling at the movement. the tent in his pants grew with every sound you made, erotic images of you clouding his mind; imagining the way your brows furrow in pleasure, lips parted, completely lost in lust.
lucifer’s heart pounded against his chest, the half-done report before him sprawled on his desk, already forgotten. “satan.. what will i do with you..?” his voice was quiet but it seethed with fury. he knew his younger brother disliked him but not to the extent of fucking you right outside his private study. lucifer didn’t exactly know what satan gained from.. this but he wasn’t surprised with how territorial his brother was. especially when it came to you. the thuds of the door mixed with your heated moans engulfed lucifer’s ears. he didn’t even notice his eyes were closed—relishing in your sounds—until he snapped them open, startled from the wooden ink pen breaking in half from the tight grip.
dropping the broken pen on the desk, he leaned back into his chair, placing a forearm atop his closed eyes while the arm other rested on his thigh. it tingled. his palm tingled against his clothed thigh, as if urging him to do something about the growing problem at the apex of his legs—urging him to relieve himself with the help of your sounds. it wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? merely fisting himself at the thought of you wasn’t going to be the most sinful thing he’s done. lucifer had already committed the gravest sin of his life, it led to his downfall. this is nothing.
back in the library, your soft moans didn’t satisfy satan, he needed more from you. removing his hands from the shelf behind you, satan snaked them down to your ass, palms flat against the heated bare skin. a string of loud moans and curses left your parted lips as he bounced you on his cock. “o-oh my—fuck..! aah! just like that, satan!” “y-yeah? you like that?” satan’s lips ghosted over your own before sealing you into a kiss. the kiss was messy, spit coating the corners of your mouths, teeth clashing—he chased your parted lips with every bounce of your body. satan made sure not to swallow your whimpers down, he needed lucifer to hear how good he’s making you feel. he needed lucifer to know that he’s the only one who can make you moan like this.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head, bottom lip trapped between your teeth from bliss. the slight change in angle enabled his cock to reach much deeper into you, allowing you to feel every ridge when you clenched around him. satan’s cock had a slight curve to it, and the way it repeatedly hit your cervix over and over again made it more pleasurable—sending electrifying shocks up your spine. goosebumps formed under the fourth-born’s lips as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, and down the side of your sweaty neck—sucking and biting at the supple skin, leaving a hues of dark red and purple. satan marvelled at the masterpiece peppered on your skin before licking a long, flat stripe up your neck and nibbling at the lobe of your ear.
he didn’t shy away from groaning directly into your ear, harsh pants escaping his parted lips, mixed with broken endless praises. satan knew the effect his voice had on you, especially when he sung praises to you—he didn’t miss the way you squeezed around him with every praise muttered into your ear. satan cursed at the pleasure, a heated gasp and a desperate whisper of your name coming from him. this spurred him on, harshly bouncing you on his cock with all his strength—you swear he’s about to leave handprints on your ass with how hard he’s gripping them.
it was getting too much, you could feel the coil deep in your stomach beginning to unravel. your body grew limp from pleasure, simply leaning onto satan’s front and letting him have his way with you. all you could really do was cry out his name and run your nails down his clothed back. satan groaned, relishing at the way your moans travelled straight to his ear—specs of white slowly clouded his vision, and his fingers dug into the supple flesh of your ass. he was close. “s-satan—ngh! fuck fuck fuck! ‘m cumming!” broken shallow pants left your lips. holding his emerald gaze, lids heavy with lust, “that’s it—haah! let go for me, my darling.” satan breathed out, knees buckling from pleasure. he was close too.
leaning against the other side of the door was lucifer, pants unbuttoned, and pulled down just enough to take his cock out. his wrist between was between his teeth to muffle moans as he fisted his cock to your sounds. it was heavenly, even the angels up at the celestial realm couldn’t compare to the way your voice sounded. he let out harsh breaths, each one shaky from how his fingers curled around his hard cock. lucifer teased the sensitive slit with his thumb, knees almost giving in from the immense pleasure. with his back against the door, he could hear things much better—the skin slapping, the wet noises, the heated gasps, all of it. how lewd but lucifer didn’t care, he had one thing in mind: cumming. he sped up the pace, synching it with your shallow pants and hoping to reach his orgasm the same time as you.
both of you sung in unison, cries of pleasure filling the entire library as you reached your orgasm. your legs tightened around satan’s waist, every muscle in your body turning taut as shocks of hot, white pleasure ran throughout your body, making your toes curl. satan let out one last cry of your name before sheathing his cock deep inside you and letting go—thick ribbons of white shamelessly painting your insides as he came. he rode our both your orgasm by giving you shallow thrusts, fucking his cum deeper, and earning a small whimper from you.
lucifer couldn’t believe himself—he came to the sound of you desperately moaning his younger brother’s name. white, hot liquid dripped to his digits and down to his wrist; chest heaving up and down, attempting to catch his breath. lucifer stayed that way for a while, leaning against the door to try and compose himself as his head spun with pleasure. his lust-clouded mind soon cleared, pleasure that coursed through his body faded into fury. he was seething with rage—enough for satan to smell the scent of wrath. his brother dared to disrespect his private space, not only that but also by performing such a brazen act.
he knew. lucifer knew this was just to spite him, that was part of satan’s personality—to defy, and vex him. it was fine, he handled everything satan threw his way but using you? oh, that’s a whole different story. lucifer felt like satan has got him wrapped around his finger with how he practically jumped at the opportunity to fist himself to your sounds. it mocked him—putting him in his place, and letting him know that he was never going to experience the pleasure of being inside you because you were satan’s.
satan smirked into the kiss as he caught a whiff of the familiar smell that emanated from the other side of the door—the smell of wrath. the essence that he was more than familiar with; the essence that embodied his very own existence. pulling away from the kiss, his emerald eyes traced your features, giving your sweaty forehead a chaste kiss, “you did so well.” satan breathed, eyes glimmering with adoration. you didn’t miss the hint of mischief behind it, though.
but before you could reply, satan parted his lips to speak once again, a smug look on his handsome face,
“isn’t that right, lucifer?”
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Lucifer x f!reader
── lucifer can’t help but become flustered at your reply when he had asked if you were going to buy the tube of lipstick you were admiring—deep shade of crimson red in all its glory, contained in a small glimmering glass tube. “yes, it has the same shade of red as your irises” he still remembers the way you looked at him with such eagerness. that was only a minute ago. now, lucifer can’t shake the uncomfortable stir in his slacks because all he’s thinking about are your lips. your lips wrapped around his cock while wearing that sinful shade—the one that reminded you of his eyes. he mentally curses himself for thinking such lewd thoughts but those were cut short when the image of your scarlet-stained lips clouded his mind once again, desperately sucking on his tip. maybe he’ll make you wear that lipstick later tonight, to test it out.
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cw: f! reader. nsfw (mdni), light smut (dry humping), luci being touchy and needy, neck kisses syn: lucifer gets a little too needy in the middle of doing some paper work.
tonight was supposed to be boring and monotonous—volunteering to help lucifer with the mountain of endless papers stacked on his desk to ease his job a bit, so why were lucifer’s lips all over you? hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing from your jaw and down to the side of your neck, raising goosebumps along the way. “f-fuck.. luci—mhm..! focus, please.” a breathless whine escaping your parted lips as he licked a long stripe up your neck. lucifer was ravenous, he extended his torso from the chair he sat on to bury his face in your neck; scattered papers before him were long forgotten, his hand around your nape instead of the wooden fountain pen.
the prideful demon only gave you a grunt, pulling your body closer to his, the armrest almost painfully digging on your side from lucifer’s eagerness. you were sure the pen you held was about to snap from the way your fingers curled around it, knuckles turning white. “l-lucifer.. aah.. didn’t you say you needed these done by first light?” your free hand balled into a fist as he kissed a sensitive spot once, twice, thrice, enough for an intense shiver to run along your spine.
lucifer pulled away from your neck, lips parted to let out soft pants, lids heavy from his lustful crimson gaze. “your words contradict your actions. telling me to focus yet you’re the one craning your neck to expose more skin for me.” the heat in your cheeks spread down to your chest at his words, you didn’t miss the way the corner of his lips tugged upwards. you fell silent at that, embarrassed that lucifer noticed your desperation as well.
two taps on his thigh, “come here.” you didn’t have to be told twice. getting up from your seat, legs instantly parting to straddle his lap. a small whine spilled from your throat at the way your clothed clit rubbed against the tent in his pants. you blamed your eagerness. “devilishly beautiful.” lucifer whispered, the tip of his index finger tracing the ragged edges of the bruises peppered along your supple skin. you leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut at the way his finger ghosted over your warm skin. lucifer wasted no time to seal your lips together in a sensual kiss, taking his time to savour the taste of your soft lips—moving them slowly, and pressed his face closer to your own.
as his hands found its way to your ass, yours wrapped loosely around his neck, playing at the onyx strands along his nape. lucifer swallowed your wanton moan, shoving his tongue past your lips as he rocked your lower half back and forth along his hard cock. pulling away from the kiss, you buried your face at the junction of his neck, soft pants coming from you as lucifer stimulated your clothed clit. the demon beneath you bucked his up just enough to put more pressure on your cunt, earning a loud whine from you.
“look at me.” his tone shouldn’t have turned you on like that—saccharine yet demanding which had you disappointingly clenching around nothing. you did as lucifer said, lifiting your face from his neck and meeting his crimson gaze from under your lashes. this was something lucifer deeply appreciated, the intimacy, the sensuality, and the gentleness of everything. he adored holding your lustful gaze while you performed such lewd acts against his clothed cock—the way your swollen lips ever so slightly part to let out soft, desperate pants as your face contorted in pure bliss.
lucifer cupped your cheek with a large palm, softly caressing the heated skin with his thumb before inserting it in your mouth. as if on instinct, your lips immediately moulded around the base of his digit, eagerly sucking and swirling your tongue around as if it were lucifer’s cock. “good girl..” his breathless praise had you clenching around nothing yet again.
sounds of heavy panting bounced around the walls of lucifer’s private study, filling the room with a thick tension that hung in the air—full of carnal desire. the papers could wait for the meantime because right now, there was only one thing in his mind—to pleasure you, and lucifer is a man of his word. rightfully so. he’d rather spent the night exploring your beautiful body with heated kisses, leaving no part untouched by his soft lips.
─ lucifer shows the most restraint out of all seven brothers due to the shadow, known as his reputation. though, that’s just a facade lucifer dons whenever he’s around people, almost like a second skin. oh but whenever he’s alone in his private office, restraint isn’t in his vocabulary anymore, no. the way lucifer desperately fists his hard cock at the mere thought of you says it all, his long fingers curling around his shaft to squeeze it just like how he thinks your pretty cunt would. how he shamelessly throws his head back in pure pleasure, brazenly chanting out your name in loud, throaty groans as if to summon you, who is responsible for all his pent up sexual frustration. what would you think if you saw him like this? his onyx strands completely dishevelled, crimson tie hanging loosely around his neck, hips eagerly bucking up to his hand. would you help him if you saw him like this?—run the tip of your tongue along his sensitive slit? wrap your lips around his cock? take the entirety of his length? or would you let him have his way with you? lucifer almost feels shameful for thinking about you in such a lewd manner but he’s far from holy.
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cw: sub alhaitham, dom reader, gn reader, mild dacryphilia, enemies with sexual tension gone right, foot jobs, hand jobs, choking, begging, light sadism, coming in pants, dumbification
wc: 1.6k
Summary: Sometimes, even the scribe of the Akademiya needs a reminder of where he belongs.
You hate Alhaitham. 
 
You hate the way he carries himself with that arrogant air surrounding him, and each time he opens his mouth, you want to punch a hole into his skull. It’s such a pity for a man as handsome as he is, but you’ve grown used to it. 
 
Due to your field of work, and how well the two of you work professionally, you are constantly assigned to partner up with him. The both of you are very dedicated to the task at hand and usually, whatever annoying remark he throws at you, you can handle. Unfortunately, you’re not always in a good mood, and Alhaitham, being around you so often, always seems to know it. To him, that’s the best time to push your buttons.  
 
Today was one of those days. You and Alhaitham were assigned to work through and sort out different documents and archives, and prepare materials for a meeting between the sages of the Akademiya. “Where should I place the documents about the Knowledge Capsules?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you. 
 
“One as skilled as yourself should know something so simple,” he replied with a slight scoff. Oh, here we go again. 
 
“My foolishness doesn’t comprehend the talent of a scribe such as yourself, hence my question being directed to you. O mighty scribe, would you fucking answer it already?” you say, standing up to wave the documents in his face. Despite knowing you were playing into his cards, entertaining him with your reactions, you couldn’t help but express your annoyance. You’ve had a long day, and playing games was not something you were in the mood to do. 
 
Grabbing your wrist, he looks up at you with a slight smirk. “Come now, there’s no need to be so emotional. The point of a discussion is to arrive at a conclusion, is it not?”
 
“Then quit your attempts at patronizing me all the time. I’m not in the mood to play games,” you reply, snatching your wrist off of his hold. 
 
“Is that so. Well, let’s get back to work then, shall we? Considering you’re the one who interrupted me, after all.” He looked back down at his papers, seemingly satisfied with his reply. You swore he looked like he was about to burst with laughter from your anger. He was mocking you. 
 
“I fucking hate you.” 
 
“Mhm,” he replied absent-mindedly, going back to sorting out his own documents laid on the table. 
 
You’ve had enough of him. Reaching out with the hand that wasn’t holding your papers, you grabbed Alhaitham’s jaw roughly, making him look up at you. Gods, he was so pretty it only served to irritate you further. There was a hint of surprise that disappeared as soon as it appeared. 
 
“Look at me when I fucking speak to you. It’s proper etiquette, isn’t it?” To your annoyance, he started grinning. He clearly thinks he’s won. 
 
“I’ll kill you,” you spoke again. 
 
“Go ahead.” 
 
There was a moment of silence between you, your eyes locking with his. Even now, with him looking up at you from his chair, his cheeks being squished together roughly, he was trying to win, to assert dominance. 
 
Fuck it. 
 
Fuck him.  
 
You lean down and smash your lips to his, and he lets out a yelp that was almost inaudible, having once again been caught by surprise. He gave in quicker than you thought though, shutting his eyes and kissing you back with a sloppy hunger you weren’t expecting from him. 
 
Alhaitham was an intelligent man. Was he expecting this? Did you play into his cards again? Deciding to enjoy the moment rather than dwell on it, you bit his bottom lip before going back to kissing him with fervor, licking his lips as if to ask for access to his tongue only to pull away once his mouth opened for you. 
 
Panting, you looked at each other with half lidded eyes. Fuck, his lips looked so glossy and inviting, you wanted to dive back in, but unfortunately, that thought dissipated the moment he opened his mouth to speak. 
 
“If you wanted me this badly all along, you could’ve just told me,” he breathed, speaking as if he didn’t look debauched from a single kiss already. 
 
Sliding your hand downwards, you took hold of his neck, and leaned in to whisper. “You know... It’s about time someone puts you in your place, you arrogant mutt.”
 
Fuck, your words were so harsh, and since when did you look so dominating, looking down at him like that? And why did it make his dick throb? In an attempt to regain his composure, he cleared his throat as he spoke, “Is that so? Enlighten me, how exactly do you plan on doing that?”
 
“My dear scribe, I trust someone as smart as you would know. After all,” you prod his legs open with your knee, before lifting it and placing your shoe on the base of his erection and nudging it. “You’re already hard. Do you like this treatment?”
 
Looking down at where your foot met him, he gulped before attempting to look up at you again, only to turn his head to the side at the way you stared down at him. Dissatisfied with the lack of response, you applied pressure to his balls, making him jerk up and look at you with widened eyes. 
 
“H-hey, how about we get back to work now…” He cringed at the way his voice came out, shaky and breathless, but the smirk forming on your face and the way you’d been touching him only made him harder.
 
“How about no? It’s true, Alhaitham. I did want you all along. I’ve been dying to see you like this. How could I not?” You lean into his ear, continuing as he tried his hardest not to squirm, “The way you speak just screams of someone who wants to be put in their place. And don’t get me started on how you flaunt that tiny waist and those tits of yours with the tight clothes you wear.”
 
You could see the goosebumps forming on his muscular arms from the proximity of the two of you and your hot breath on his sensitive ears. He opened his mouth to speak, but he could only breathe out heavy puffs of air as you lifted his head up by his throat and began to leave open-mouthed kisses along his jaw. 
 
“Go ahead, tell me how badly you’ve longed for this. There’s no need to keep putting up a front, I’ve already seen how perverted you are. See?” You look down, and his eyes follow yours only to find that he’s been subconsciously humping your shoe. Fuck, if he felt pathetic before, he feels like a complete degenerate now. But… he couldn’t stop. His mind was becoming hazy from everything, and he didn’t care anymore.
 
“I want this. It feels so good. Please,” he breathed, watching as the precum leaking from his slit started to form a wet spot in his pants from the delicious friction.
 
“There you go darling, good job,” you whispered, and finally decided to help the poor thing out by moving your foot along with his thrusts, causing him to buck up and let out a whimper that surprised the both of you with how desperate it sounded.
 
Moving your hand from his neck to the back of his head, you pulled it backwards, and Alhaitham let out a hiss in response, but the way his hips sped up told you how much he enjoyed it as you smashed your lips to his once more. Your other hand traveled along his torso, leaving feather-like touches all over it, contrasting the desperation and roughness of your makeout. 
 
Not daring to pull away, Alhaitham moaned into your mouth before muttering incomprehensible words. For a man like himself, he was surprisingly needy and quite adorable. It made you melt a little on the inside. You took the initiative to pull away first so he could speak, looking at him as he attempted to catch his breath.
 
Aw. His eyes were getting teary.
 
Cupping his face gently, you let him speak. “I’m s-so close. Wanna cum. Gonna cum,” he panted, words all slurred as he got drunk on the pleasure you were so graciously providing him.
 
“You can ask me nicely, can’t you? One as skilled as yourself should know something so simple,” you mocked, and his face burned with embarrassment as the knot in his tummy kept getting closer and closer to snapping. He liked it. It felt good being the one who’s played with.
 
“Please. Please let me cum, I need it. Please?” Gods, the desperation in his eyes as the tears finally started falling sent jolts down your spine. Hearing him finally beg like he was made for it felt so much better than all the times you’d fantasized about it.
 
Pulling him in for one last kiss, this one gentler as you left small pecks all over his plump lips, you removed your shoe from its place, causing Alhaitham to jolt his hips into thin air as he whined. He quickly went quiet though, because you replaced it with your hand, cupping his cock and rubbing it in tandem with his thrusts. You’d graced him with something better to rut against and it made him go dizzy as he whispered chants of thank you’s into your lips, attempting to catch them into a kiss but ultimately failing.
 
“Go ahead, cum for me like the dumb puppy you are,” you whispered back, helping him connect his lips to yours while his mind went on auto-pilot and his hips stuttered before he came into his pants with a loud moan.
 
Helping him ride his high out, his eyes had shut from the intensity of his own orgasm, but your thumb rubbing his tears away from his flushed cheeks caused him to open them once more to the sight of his cum having seeped through his pants and your hand being stained.
 
Absent-mindedly, he took hold of your wrist and started licking your hand free from his own filth, wincing at the taste of himself but being too out of it to care.
 
You really hate Alhaitham.
And now you hate how the beautiful face he makes when he orgasms would be etched into your mind permanently.
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