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Kill Credit card Companies

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he lays on his back, signaling with his hands that he wants you to come there. you carefully hoist your legs over his body, pressing your core down against him as he continues to lie down.

underneath you, you can feel his hard pulsing member. smirking, his hands grip into the fatty flesh of your hips, holding you in place so that you can’t squirm. he can see it in your eyes, how flushed you are at being so close to his dick—something you had yet to take. his poor baby still a little inexperienced, virgin.

it’s undeniable that you want him, though, especially with the glassy doe eyes you flash to him as friction begins to build up.

he drags you against his clothed cock, letting your covered clit throb.

“it feels good, doesn’t it?” he can feel himself itching to tease you further— but he doesn’t want to be cruel to his baby. “let me make you feel good, princess, just relax.”

you nod for him, trying to chase the high he’s providing you. you can imagine the way veins trace over his pretty cock, how his balls sit heavy, waiting to empty themselves inside of you, how his mushroom tip is probably flushed and oozing.

your hips circle over his shaft while a string of whimpers escape passed your lips, ignoring how embarrassing it feels to let out such lewd sounds. reaching forward, you hold a fistful of his t-shirt in your hands, anchoring yourself to him.

“rub that clit onto me, baby, just like that, yeah. can you feel how hard you make me?” he softly pants, his own hips thrusting up slowly. “makes me wanna fuck you right now. watch you squirm on my cock.”

another mewl leaves your throat, and he can tell you’re unraveling. your thighs tremble, clenching together, trying to avoid eye contact as you rut your hips forward like you’ve never had an orgasm so good.

but he can’t let the sight pass right before his eyes. his hand slips free from your waist, grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at him while you ride out your high. you call out for him, ashamed of how soaked your panties feel.

“that’s right, pretty girl, say my name. show me how bad you want me to turn you into a slut.”

sigh i have a corruption kink too i guess … def wanna write more like this

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nanami—exhausted, warm, a little grumbly—comes home after a long day, loosens his tie with one hand, and finds you already curled up on the couch. he doesn’t even say anything. just lets out a breath, drops his briefcase somewhere, and shuffles over to you.

he lowers himself with the weight of a man who’s had enough, and gently, like it’s the most natural thing in the world, lies down with his face pressed to your belly. wraps his arm around your waist, breathes in like he’s home.

and the moment your fingers find his hair, threading through the strands with gentle scratches and slow strokes, he melts. all the tension seeps out of him. every sigh that leaves him gets quieter, softer. eventually, he goes limp. out like a light. mouth slightly parted against your shirt, fingers twitching just once before going still.

he’s so relaxed that you can feel the weight of him get heavier, his breathing slow and deep. no fancy silk pillows could ever compare to the comfort of your warmth and your fingers scratching gently at his scalp.

he lives for it. it’s his peace. his secret weakness. his safe place.

and when you pause for even a second, his brows twitch and he hums like a warning—“don’t stop.”

he’d sleep for hours like that. dead to the world. a log with good hair and the love of his life’s tummy as his pillow <3

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saw this boy at the mall last week or something

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Doodle comic of mc spoiling Mammon cause he deserves it

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Stany doodles^^

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thinking about trying face sitting with nanami for the first time :p

you and kento are both so shy early on in your relationship, not wanting to indulge in each others kinks n what not due to embarrassment. it was something in the heat of the moment but definitely brought on by kento.

kento has you with your knees to your chest, thick fingers spreading you apart so he can suckle on your needy bud, occasionally peppering sloppy kisses and licks to your lips. he’s so enamored with your sweet taste and scent, he can’t shove his face any further into you but of course he has to try — anything is possible!

he’s dragging your hips towards him, your nails are engraved into his scalp as you ruffle through his blonde locks. he’s backing away while dragging you with him, pulling your plush body to sit onto his chest.

“sit.” he whines. that one single word was said with so much emotion, you don’t even know if your pretty boyfriend was all there in the head. his face was flushed a beating red, eyes glossy as though he was about to cry, and mouth parted while his tongue seemingly looked for something to lather itself in.

although you were unsure, you weren’t able to voice your concerns for his well being since he was already plopping his face in between your thick thighs, sucking away at your puffy clit. your hands found his hair fairly quickly, rocking your hips to collide his nose with your sensitive bud while his tongue searched for your leaking hole.

kento was whimpering his heart out, bucking his hips upwards to relieve himself just a tad more even though he was already close to cumming with the sounds of your pretty voice calling out his name.

why did he hold off on doing this for so long..?

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⤷Men that talk to you thru it while they destroy your insides.۶ৎ

۶ৎCaleb

He’s got you folded under him, thighs pressed to your chest, buried so deep you’re not sure where he ends and you begin. His voice is low, rough, but full of warmth.

“Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty when you’re falling apart like this.” He slows, letting you feel every thick inch of him drag against your walls. “You feel that, sweetheart? That stretch? That’s me. All the way in, right where I belong.”

You're clenching around him, mouth parted in desperate little gasps, and Caleb groans. “Shit, baby, you’re squeezin’ me like you don’t wanna let me go. That it?” He kisses your temple. “Don’t worry. I’m not leavin’. You’re mine.”

And when he starts moving again—slow, deep, devastating—he whispers, “You’re takin’ it so well. Doin’ so fuckin’ good for me. I got you. I got you.”

۶ৎSylus

You’re flat on your back, and Sylus has you pinned with his weight, fucking into you slow and deep, like he’s memorizing every reaction you give. His voice is velvet-dipped filth—calm, but so, so filthy.

“Don’t hide from me, pretty girl,” he whispers, brushing hair off your face. “I wanna see every twitch. Every moan. You look so fucking cute like this, all messy and needy.”

He keeps talking, just barely moving his hips, grinding right into that sweet spot inside you. “Feel that? Right there. I know you do—look at you. You’re trembling. Poor thing, you’re soaked.”

And when you arch into him, crying out, he chuckles darkly. “That’s it. Don’t hold back. Let it out. Let me hear how good I fuck you. That’s all I want.”

۶ৎXavier

Xavier’s got you bent over the edge of his desk, one hand on your lower back, the other tangled in your hair. He’s fucking you slow, deliberate, hitting deep with every thrust—and still so infuriatingly calm.

“You can beg prettier than that,” he says, low in your ear, smirking as you whimper. “Come on, baby. I want full sentences. Use your words.”

He pulls back slightly, just the tip still inside. You’re whining, pushing back against him—but he just presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You want me that bad, hmm? Say it. Say you love when I ruin you.”

When you finally cry out that you do—you love it, you need it, please don’t stop—he slides back in slow and deep, making you feel every inch.

“There she is,” he purrs. “That’s my good girl.”

۶ৎRafayel

Rafayel has you underneath him, legs spread wide, arms pinned over your head, and he’s relentless—but still speaking in that gentle, teasing voice that makes your head spin.

“Aww… too full already?” he murmurs, rocking into you so slowly, it’s maddening. “But you wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to be filled ‘til your brain melted.”

You’re clinging to him, whining, mouth too slack to form words. He smiles.

“Don’t cry, cutie. Or do.” He leans down and licks the corner of your mouth. “I like it when you fall apart on my cock. So cute. So ruined.”

And when you moan his name, begging for more, his eyes soften.

“Good girl. I’ll fuck you nice and slow. Just like you deserve.”

۶ৎZayne

Zayne’s the softest, even while he’s balls deep, rolling his hips into you slow and hard. His forehead’s pressed to yours, one hand stroking your cheek as you tremble beneath him.

“You’re takin’ me so good, sweetie. Fuck,” he pants, “I can feel you flutterin’ around me.”

You nod, moaning, but tears prick at your eyes from how intense he feels inside you. Zayne’s thumb is quick to wipe them. “Shh, I got you. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down. But he’s watching you—tuned to every whimper and tremble, praising every reaction.

“You’re so sensitive. So sweet for me. Let go, baby—I’ll catch you. I always do.”

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The quiet moments between Zayne and MC — where words fall away, and love speaks through a single touch.

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Shielding him from his God’s harsh gaze

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*glomps him*

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One of the things that has always fascinated me about Satan is his manipulative nature, specially in the og obey me game, bro was advertised on being this demon who could literally destroy the world if we got him angry enough but all he did was smile and be a cat lover nerd I love him sm for that~

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“my angel is unable to orgasm…” —rafayel

you were panting, legs twitching, body soaked and flushed with heat. rafayel’s lips, his tongue, his fingers had kissed every inch of you, even his voice laced with worship, but the edge wouldn’t come. and you knew it. he knew it. and it hurt.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered, cracked, tears threatening. “i’m trying—so hard—i just—”

“stop,” he said softly. his eyes were wide and glassy with concern. “don’t do that. don’t apologize.”

“but you want me to—”

“i want you,” he interrupted, climbing up to hold your face in both hands. his thumb brushed your trembling bottom lip. “not just your pleasure. not just a result. you.”

you turned your face away, ashamed. “i’m just so tense. i feel like i’m failing—”

“oh, my pearl…” he whispered, pulling you into his arms, wrapping you in his warmth, his scent, the blanket of his presence. “you’re not a performance. you’re not a goal. you’re my home.”

you trembled in his hold.

“i can feel you trying too hard for me,” he murmured into your hair. “don’t. don’t give me what you think i want. just feel me. let yourself be loved.”

you nodded slowly, breathing in sync with him. and when he eased back between your thighs, he didn’t go fast. he went slow, deep, and gentle. every thrust a promise. every kiss a grounding thread. no pressure. no rush. just him.

he held your hand the entire time, stroked your trembling stomach, kissed your cheek as you whispered his name through sobs and gasps, and when you finally, finally tipped over, it was safe. deep. real. you cried when it hit. and so did he.

he held you after, arms wrapped tight, his voice shaking. “you did so well. you don’t have to try so hard for me. just let me love you.”

you did, because you were his pearl, and he was yours.

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“my angel is unable to orgasm…” —sylus

your legs were shaking. your back arched off the bed, slick soaking the sheets beneath you. his fingers moved in slow, steady circles, and his mouth—god, his mouth—was hot on your neck, whispering, “just a little more, baby, you’re almost there.”

but it wasn’t happening. you were so wet it was obscene, so turned on your whole body buzzed, but the edge kept slipping just out of reach. frustration began to creep in, making your eyes sting.

sylus noticed. of course he did. he pulled back slightly, brows furrowed, fingers still gently working between your thighs.

“hey.” his voice was low, grounding. “you okay?”

you nodded, lip trembling. “i—i want to come. i need to, i’m just—my body won’t…”

he studied you for half a second before cupping your cheek, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. “you’re not broken,” he said softly. “you’re overwhelmed. that’s okay.”

you tried to look away, but he caught your chin.

“look at me, sweetheart.” you did. his eyes were impossibly soft, just for you. “we’re not chasing a finish line. this isn’t a goal. it’s you and me.” he kissed your lips once, then again. “i love how wet you get for me. i love how your body trembles. you don’t have to come to be perfect.”

you swallowed hard. “but i want to.”

he nodded. “then let’s try something else.”

he slid down between your legs without another word, shoulders anchoring your thighs apart. his mouth replaced his fingers, tongue slow, unhurried, worshipful. you whimpered, head pressing back into the pillows as his fingers laced with yours, holding you open like an offering.

“sylus—”

“shh. let go,” he murmured against your heat. “just feel. no pressure.”

his tongue moved with surgical precision, finding every sensitive spot, teasing the edge without pushing. his other hand gripped your thigh tight, grounding you, keeping you tethered.

it built slowly. gentle waves of pleasure—soothing, warm, safe. then it hit hard, all at once. you cried out, body locking as your orgasm slammed through you like a breaking dam. sylus kept going, tongue dragging you through the aftershocks until you were gasping for breath, shaking all over.

when he finally pulled back, his mouth was slick and his eyes so damn proud. “you did it,” he whispered, crawling back up and wrapping you in his arms. “told you i’ve got you.”

you buried your face in his neck, body still twitching. “don’t let go,” you whispered.

“i won’t,” he promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “even if it takes all night.”

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On top of him 🤭

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Felt like doing a new poster of these demon boys ^^