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lucifersbartab · 2 years

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What's Your Damage, Devildom?

(MC is Veronica Sawyer from Heathers, (the original West End Musical))

THE BROTHERS:

Lucifer:

-> Genuinely enjoys the musical.

-> Expect some theatre themed dates.

-> Disgruntled when Diavolo makes him dress up as Veronica tho.

Mammon:

->So damn proud of his human.

->Tells literally everyone.

-> no.1 fanboy.

-> Theatre dates.

-> His modelling agent recognised you and now you’re the face of this month’s issue of Devil Style.

Leviathan:

-> Has heard of Heathers, never knew that you played Veronica Sawyer though.

-> C O S P L A Y.

-> Instantly a fan, although he still insists that musicals are a normie thing and was outraged that you would betray him like that.

-> Finds himself humming your songs more often than wants to admit

Satan:

-> T H E A T RE NER D.

-> Enjoys reading scripts.

-> Would love to write a musical with you.

Asmodeus:

-> MC~!

-> Wants a private showing of specifically Dead Girl Walking, for totally, not obvious reasons.

-> Seriously loves your acting and voice though.

-> Honestly impressed.

-> Parades you around to his theatre friends.

-> Will be upset if you don’t choose him as your costume/set designer, and hairstylist.

Beelzebub:

->Wasn’t interested in musicals before, but is now, thanks to you.

-> Becomes a ‘lil bit of a theatre nerd.

-> Attends all your rehearsals.

-> Though, what’s a jiffy pop, MC?

Belphegor:

-> Oh, you’re in a musical, that’s pretty chill.

-> Says he doesn’t really care, but actively stays awake when Beel watches it.

-> Falls asleep to a musical recording of your songs.

UNDATEABLES + LUKE (everyone’s favourite racist, chihuahua twelve-year-old):

Diavolo:

-> You really shouldn’t have told him that :/

-> Immediately your no.1 fan, suddenly knows all the lyrics and parts better than you.

-> Forces the Royals to cosplay characters according to their signature colours, Dia obviously being Heather Chandler, Barb as Heather Duke, and Lucifer, much to his dismay and your amusement, as Veronica Sawyer. Mammon even gets roped in as Heather McNamara.

-> Now interested in other human world musicals, surprised at how dark some are, compares them to stage performances in the Devildom.

-> Takes you to the best theatres both in the Human World and Devildom.

-> If you even give the slightest of hints about directing a musical yourself, or something of the sort, suddenly you’ve got yourself an entire crew of confused and scared demons at your disposal.

Barbatos:

-> Finds the musical amusing.

-> Listens to it when he does his more menial tasks.

-> Will want to hear any and all details about its performance.

-> How many other performances have you been in, Mc?

-> Always somehow there at any of your performances.

-> Though his Lord’s singing is starting to get on his nerves.

Simeon:

-> I hc him as loving My Dead Gay Son.

-> Really supportive of you as a stage performer.

-> Goes to all your shows over and over again.

-> Writes you into an official stage-play of The Seven Lords.

-> Essentially, becomes your personal scriptwriter after that.

Solomon:

-> Was already a fan.

-> You two cosplay JD and Veronica EVERY. HALLOWEEN.

-> References it in your conversations.

-> Uses, ‘Greetings and Salutations,’ as an ACTUAL greeting.

-> WhAT’S youR DaMAGE, MC?

->Literally won’t shut-up, thinks he’s so damn funny.

Luke:

-> Doesn’t like/entirely understand the musical.

-> But is supportive, nonetheless.

-> You make mini musicals with him all the time.

-> Likes your voice.

-> You sing him to sleep, on the nights he has nightmares.

(Don’t know enough about the new exchange students ngl, (though I wish I did))

#obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me brothers #obey me undateables #obey me luke #obey me Heathers #obey me scenarios #first time #idk #lmao

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gifti3 · 8 months

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Kinda scary how asmo switches it up if you upset him or do something he doesnt like

just the general idea of having to deal with a very well liked and popular person latching on to you but ur aware that theyre mean and passive aggressive when u dont go along with their shit

and u dont wanna go along with whatever they say but this person keeps latching on harder every time u you try to go against them

#spooky scary #well tbh not too scary if ur looking from an outside perspective #but actually being involved? extremely stressful #like how do i get this person to stop bothering me but also not make being in this damn school an even worse experience #i wanna go more into this cause i wanna make my shallow mean girl au okay!#but not the movie mean girls #maybe this can be a writing idea for the future #but maybe i make it a little more lighthearted cause im setting all this up just for a stare down in a restroom #and then they make out whejjwn #this is also kinda similar to heathers #not the making out part but just the damn this bich is just mind gaming me into submission #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #ik it doesnt seem like it but it is in my head #very toxic

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regina-fatales · 2 years

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Just dont ask

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cameronkatt · 2 years

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I feel like barbatos is like Heather by Conan gray

He is constantly in everyone's shadow, he is only the butler to the prince. Most people don't seem him as anything more than that. He knows he probably won't have any body else other that diavolo as his friend. Regardless he still falls in love with MC. He constantly wishes he was like the brothers, they get to spend so much time with MC while he is just in the background.

"Why would you even kiss me"

"But you like her better"

"I wish I were Heather"

If you tell him you love him at first he would think it is some sort of sick prank on him. He thought you found out and was so disgusted that you would say that you love him just to break his heart 💔. When he finally realized that you were telling the truth he wouldn't say anything but he would be blushing and have a small smile.

His reaction -> "I... umm..... ☺️ heh"

I think I'm gonna make this a series, comment who I should do next

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tunabesimpin · 1 year

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Obey Me OC interactions with my MC Heather?

Of course!!! I haven't drawn my obey me mc/sona so this is a great opportunity >V< I used the gacha club design for Heather more for reference! I hope i portrayed them ok!!! Heather spots Tuna resting in one of their napping spots :o!

Tuna isn't sure if their music is Heathers taste, but at least they were willing to try! ^V^ If yall don't know Cats , please i urge you to listen- i only have the 1 hour version but its great especially at a low volume with podcasts LOLOL

#tuna be talkin #sakuramidnight15 #thanks for the request!#event request #requests closed #obey me #om! shall we date #obey me oc #om! tuna #heather calfuray

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autism-corner · 1 year

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belphie as jd, mc as veronica.....

especially in dead girl walking ~w~

#yes ive been listening to heathers again idc #its so good...#anyway belphie&mc murder duo.... think about it #obey me #om #sillyposting #obey me belphegor

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hecate-spawn · 2 years

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MC: Welcome to my school, this ain’t no high school, this is the thunder dome

#heathers musical #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me mc #obey me memes

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augustjefferson · 2 years

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Cast for Heathers but it’s Obey Me!

<< this is just who I headcannon they would play, and it was hard to decide who would fit Heather Chandler the best but let’s do it // also my bad if it’s inaccurate and ooc but oh well >>

MC as … Veronica Sawyer

Lucifer as … Heather Chandler

Satan as … Heather Duke

Beelzebub as … Heather McNamra

Solomon as … Jason Dean (JD)

Mammon as … Ram

Asmodeus as … Kurt Kelly

Levithan as … Martha Dunnstock

Bonus

Diavolo as … Kurt’s Dad

<< because Diavolo singing Dead Gay Son would kill me >>

After thoughts

<< in my opinion, I think satan would portray JD a bit more accurately than Solomon would but maybe that’s just me, here’s how it’d probably go if he did though: >>

Satan as … JD

Asmodeus as … Heather Duke

Solomon as … Kurt Kelly

<< should i do BMC or DEH? >>

<< im all for seeing which character you lot would pick for which role // signing off, until next time, buh bye <3 >>

#obey me #heathers #musicals #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me satan

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twerkformammon2 · 2 years

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Tumblr Terminated My Blog

Hey so I run two blogs @twerkformammon @vagabondreamer

The second blog was my writing blog and I just lost a ton of work. I stupidly did not save any that I published. I also lost about 340 followers. This really saddens me because I had been on hiatus for over a year and decided to get back into writing. I was in the middle of wrting something for k!nktober - so maybe that’s why it got terminated.

I wrote for Obey Me mostly, but also had some work for MHA and original posts.

I will start this brand new blog just in case I can’t get my old one back.

Feel free to follow this one!

#heather talks #obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #blog #writing

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sakuramidnight15 · 2 years

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OCs Birthdays on June!

OCs By Order:

-Elijah Rodriguez (HSA OC)-(Magixella-@hourglassstationacademy) June 15

-Saburou Lewis (HSA OC)-(Falciette-@hourglassstationacademy) June 22

-Chouka Memphis (HSA OC)-(Talerenea-@hourglassstationacademy) June 9

-Heather Calfuray (OM MC) June 28

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xoxodiluc · 4 months

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obey me! brothers’ gfs having their period | obey me! brothers x female! reader

genre fluff, headcanons

cw mentions of dying but it’s not serious lol

notes it’s been so long since i’ve written for obm <///3 these are just short cute lil headcanons about them hehehehe because i’m on my period rn LOL

— lucifer.

he probably studied about the menstrual cycle

he would def abandon his paperworks for a while just to make you feel better

spoils you with the things you like and buys you food you’re craving

— mammon.

he will freak out. deadass.

he’s so scared you’re going to die bc you’re bleeding out from the coochie. and you’re just chilling so he’s like “YOU’RE LITERALLY BLEEDING FROM THE PUSSY HOW COULD YOU BE SO CHILL ABOUT IT?!?!” you had to explain what menstruation is to him.

he’s still not convinced that you’re safe but for you, he buys you everything you want and need

— leviathan.

he doesn’t know much about it but he’ll research all about what menstruation is on the internet

buys you pads/tampons, chocolates and stuff you like on akuzon

invites you to play games with him to make you feel better

— satan.

this man reads books all the fucking time, of course he knows what menstruation is

pampers you aaaall day

if your lower abdomen is aching, he’ll place a hot compress and gives you some foods you’re craving

— asmodeus.

when he learns about your menstruation, he spends no time taking good care of you

he gives you massages, spoils you

and ofc gives you endless affection

— beelzebub.

“bleeding from… what…” babyboy is clueless, but once you explain it he’ll get it soon enough!

he’ll try and cook for you and shares his food with you and ONLY YOU.

gives the best cuddles

— belphegor.

doesn’t know about the menstrual cycle till you told him about it

also gives the best cuddles and sleeps with you all day

for you he will massage your lower abdomen if you’re having period cramps

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twerkformammon1 · 2 years

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Okay so my name is Heather and I keep having my blogs terminated I’m guessing bc the content is adult.

My blogs were @twerkformammon and @vagabondreamer

It’s super upsetting bc I put in a lot of work and pride into my writings. And most of them are gone bc I didn’t save them.

Anyway, I’m not sure what I will do when it comes to adult stuff, I may have to link it to another website like Ao3.

I hope to gain what I once had and have support, thanks ❤️

#obey me #Heather talks #writing #blog

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thisislizheather · 2 years

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The best tweets of July 2022 so far can be found over here.

#best tweets #obey me funny #the bear #liz heather #this is liz heather #funny

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respectthepetty · 3 months

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How does it feel to stay winning Petty? Also who would've guessed that baby Barcode would be the one of the BOC boys to collect kisses from all the homies!?

Anon, I appreciate you sending this because, right now, I feel like an elite status female rapper. Like CL from 2NE1 rapped in their 2011 hit, "I am the best", Be On Cloud owns me, and y'all can't tell me shit about this show.

I know I have some Wild Ass Theories and I'm always clownin' in these BL streets, but I love when my theories actually hit their target like . . .

When I knew Teacher Chadok was in a relationship with Teacher Dika since the first episode of The Eclipse.

When I knew Kanghan's house was going to be robbed and his dad would be shot since the third episode of Dangerous Romance, even though I thought Saifah would do it.

When I knew Pat was working with Joke to win over Zo since the first episode of Hidden Agenda.

I love making Wild Ass Theories no matter how crazy they are, like my belief that the twins' dad is involved in this whole murder and sex work plot in Playboyy. No matter what happened in this past episode, I still believe it and am eagerly awaiting the upcoming chaos to see how hard I clowned.

Which is why I LOVE Dead Friend Forever.

I want the record to state that no matter what happens after episode seven, that at this exact moment in time, I love this show. It makes me happy to be alive at the same time this is airing, and I'm not joking. I want to remember that at one point, this show was everything to me, and even if it goes down hill, it had all my attention in the first seven episodes. I want to appreciate it right now because regardless of what happens, it did everything right in the first half.

With the way some shows keep losing their footing in the end, sometimes we forget how good they were in the beginning, and the emo in me doesn't want to forget this feeling. Some of my favorite movies are Scream, Heathers, and Jawbreaker so this show has been giving me the explicitly queer version of kill your frenemies since the very first episode, and I love it.

My internal alarm went off the second Tee got upset that Phi was speaking to White in episode one, then the dark hand touched him making him enemy #1. I didn't like the way he told White he needed to obey him, and I feel like the dark hand wasn't too pleased with it either. It was a vibe.

And now Non has a hurt hand in the past from falling off the bike . . .

Then, Jin was the main character of the previous film, so he was either the killer or the biggest baddie.

But Phi was just so sus, that I clocked him as a killer.

Which meant Phi and Jin were the killers, but Tan has no backstory and people with no history are intentionally hiding it, so they can kill everyone and peace out.

So in my mind, Tan and Phi were regulated to the killers, Tee was the second to last to die, which I'm hoping it's by his boyfriend White who he thinks disobeys him, and the rest of the squad would die as needed. Which left Jin to be the baddie.

All of my theories could blow up at any second because we don't know if Jin actually sent that video or if his computer fizzled out before it finished uploading, so he could still be a killer avenging Non instead of a baddie who wronged Non (but he took the video and that is messed up regardless of what he planned to do with it).

But either way, I'm hoping it comes down to Phi and Jin in that forest because the show started with them.

And I don't think Jin realizes who Phi is to Non since Jin never got a good look at Phi's face in the past.

The Twitter folks spotted that Phi's dad was the police chief from the letters the boys got calling them in for interrogation in episode six.

And now the knife from episode two is showing up in the past in Non's backpack.

Up until this point, I feel the show has laid out a solid story with a good cast, and I think Be On Cloud relied on their KinnPorsche casting to throw people off in this show because who expected Us to be doomed in the first episode? That was like Drew Barrymore dying at the beginning of Scream.

People have felt off about JJ's character, but the show wouldn't really have JJ do anything bad to sweet Barcode, right?

And Barcode and Ta being paired together was a pipe dream for the Macau x Porchay shippers, so it could never happen here!

Especially because Ta and Copper won The Hidden Character, which meant they were going to be the main pair of this show, right?

WRONG!

Barcode is gonna be involved in some fucked up shit, and according to those MDL comments, people are realizing they messed up making any assumptions before this show started based on what the actors previously did.

I truly feel like BOC looked at its lineup and said "Baby Barcode was babygirled so hard for the past two years that the audience won't even think his character is capable of such things"

and I love that for us.

BOC gave these youngsters (19-23 in age) a script from Dr. Sammon and the Pit Babe writers and said "go HAM, bitches"

And the audience stays winning.

This isn't about my Wild Ass Theories coming true. This is an appreciation post for what this show has given to me up until this point - a good mystery.

Every week I have more questions and none of them feel like they will go unanswered. Is Non dead? Did Jin actually upload the video? Is Tan a killer? Why did Phi hook up with Jin? Will White finally snap, crackle, and pop like a bag of Rice Krispies treats for the mere fact that he simply wanted a nice weekend getaway with his boyfriend and now has to deal with all this bullshit?

But most importantly, when did Phi realize he was going to kill all of them after making them run around scared for their lives?

Because by time the show makes it back to the present day, I'm sure we're all going to want to watch these kids suffer in the worst ways possible.

Manipulate, Murder, Mayhem

#dead friend forever #dead friend forever the series #I got wild theories for days #but all I know for sure is I love this show #please don't disappoint me show #you have all my attention #don't break my heart #phi has to be in on this #he must want revenge #and a confession #let me have this!

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sadhours · 7 months

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can’t believe im suggesting this…. Would you like to be the first one to write a fisting billy smut… gosh his arms are so strong and fuck-

maybe he’s read about it in a magazine and suggest it to you.

it’s late at night- you’re both up talking, Billy’s being typically horny sucking on ur neck and grinding to you. He remembered what he read and wants to try it on you. Praise and degrade? Oh and of course you end up squirting👯 his ego is so large knowing his hands could do this

In honor of kinktober….

18+ minors dni, this is filth.

He read about it in Hustler. Fisting. What a deplorable, filthy fucking action. And it’s completely captivated him since. A candidate. That’s what he needs. Perched on his lifeguard chair, he surveys the crowd. Drops his eyes amongst the row of middle aged women who would most likely let him do whatever he wants to them. Surely they can handle it, too. Each one of the ladies has popped out at least two kids. Billy looks down at his fist, clenches it and knows that a fucking infants shoulders are barely a comparison. And truth be told, that grosses him out. Labors not fun, he’s sure of that. And the article explained that this was fun.

No, a mother won’t do. Besides, maybe it’s superficial but he’s not particularly attracted to any of those broads. Could be the desperation pouring out of them. Maybe it’s the crows feet they all have. Tits sucked on by bratty kids, no where as perky as he likes. It’s not the size of them that’s important, but something grosses Billy out about lactation. And he can see through their suits, their tits are deflated. Not to mention they’re all fucking married. What a headache. No, he needs a girl close to his age.

Heather’s a good candidate except a few of his coworkers have already had her and Billy’s not too keen on that. He doesn’t kiss and tell, but he can’t be sure she won’t. And what he wants to do is something he doesn’t need Heather blabbing about. This has to be kept under tight wraps. He scans around, considering each woman until… you.

It’s so clear to him. Why hadn’t he immediately considered you, he isn’t sure. You were dropping hints all senior year. Yet, no forward enough for him to pursue it. Plus, you were the reason he even passed English to begin with. Being paired up was a blessing in disguise. You were smart as hell and even when he could’ve bent you over your dining room table, you were too focused on the project. He’s no fool, knows that you would’ve let him.

Billy had heard about you in the locker room. Knows you slept with at least five of them. You weren’t a prude, but this… this was something. You don’t just spring this on a girl. He’d have to play the long run. So he does. That day, his shift ends and he saunters over to where you’re laid out on a chair.

“Let me take you out,” he insists.

“Now?”

“Yeah, c’mon.”

The date goes smooth, Billy fucks you in the star court parking lot and is pleasantly surprised when you beg to swallow down his cum. It turns into a common occurrence. Rushed sex in the cramped backseat of his Camaro and him shooting down your throat every time.

Then, he says he wants to take you away for a weekend. He drives and drives, to the next town but to a motel.

“I’m not gonna kill ya,” he assures you before ushering you into the room.

“Lay on the bed,” he instructs as he shuts the door and you obey, like he knew you would. Billy knows you’re down bad, sees the look in your eyes whenever you rode him in his backseat. There’s desperation in those eyes. There’s infatuation. Submission. You’ll do whatever he says. It ignites him.

He slowly undresses you, nipping at your sensitive skin as he does so. He sits between your legs and displays a bottle of lube.

“I— I don’t usually need that,” you confess and Billy knows. You’re like a goddamn faucet when he’s around. He’s never been with a woman who gets as wet as you do.

“You will for what I’m gonna do to ya,” he chuckles, rubbing his thumb in circles against your aching clit.

“What?” you look at him panicked and Billy frowns as he smoothes his hands against your navel.

“You trust me, right?” he asks, blinking innocently.

You reluctantly nod, propping yourself up on your elbows, “Yes, I do.”

“I just wanna make you feel good, baby. You know that, don’t you?” he moves his thumb back down to your clit. The pad of it running against the bundle of nerves has your heart racing and your thighs tingling. His words also aide in the arousal coursing through you.

“I know,” you nod, “What are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna stretch you out,” he growls, smirking down at you. Billy reaches for the bottle of lube, pops it open and flips it over, squeezing the plastic gently. The slippery liquid drips down your folds and Billy spreads it with his fingers. The sensation is almost overwhelming. Adds so many layers to the pleasure you’re feeling. It’s almost as if it makes you more sensitive and you squirm at the feeling. A breathless moan tumbles from your lips as you throw your head back.

Billy chuckles softly, playing with your glistening pussy as he tells you, “See? Feels so good already and I’ve barely started.”

“More,” you beg, squeezing your eyes shut.

He placates you, allows this bit of power to be yours as he slides a finger inside of you. It’s much easier to take with the lube. So much easier he’s sliding a second in moments later. He coos, watching the way your cunt eagerly sucks in his digits. Billy scissors his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you, stretching you out little by little.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, “I think you’re already ready for more.”

Billy adds in a third finger and you’re head is swimming, feels heavy as you rest it against the mattress. “Oh, god,” you cry out.

The sounds of his lube slick fingers sliding in and out of you fills the room, sounds just a filthy as it feels. It makes you feel sexy, especially with the way Billy groans lowly and squeezes your thigh with his left hand.

“Looks so fucking hot,” he growls, a desperate tilt to his honeyed voice.

You hear the pop of the lube bottle and then everything gets so much wetter, the squelching sounds get more obscene and Billy’s pace gets harder. He thrusts his fingers in a little faster and when you finally open your eyes to get a look at him, your whole body vibrates. The man’s focused, lips parted in awe as his lustful eyes watch how his fingers disappear in your fluttering heat.

“You gonna take another for me?” his husky voice falls on your ears and he glances up at you. You nod emphatically, spreading your legs for him even further. He growls again, sounds like he’s feral with desire and then he tells you, “Bet you can take my whole fist. Can you? Gonna be a good girl for me?”

“Fuck,” you exhale sharply at the thought. It’s a little intimidating but the sheer arousal dripping from Billy is enough to make you want it. It’s an added bonus that he’s fucking you with his fingers so good you’re seeing stars. “Yes, yes, I can. Wanna be a good girl.”

Billy adds in his pinky, the stretch is delicious and you feel so full already. He moves his thumb up to swipe quickly at your clit and the motion has your hips jolting up and your back arching. Everything feels so good, your body flooded in complete ecstasy. It feels like your drowning but in a oddly wonderful way.

“Billy—“ you gasp, “I’m gonna cum.”

You think you are. You’re not exactly sure because it doesn’t usually feel like this but the intensity of the pleasure makes you assume so. Billy stops rubbing at your clit, pulls his fingers out and you whine in frustration. You feel so empty, you slam your fists against the bed in protest as you whimper out pathetically.

“Hey, be patient,” he scolds, smacking your thigh gently before he’s reaching for the bottle of lube and squirting more on his hand. He spreads it over his fingers and fist before returning them back to your used hole. “Said you were gonna be good girl.”

You whine, squirming in frustration from the denial of your orgasm. And then he’s pushing his fingers back in, and he keeps pushing and the stretch is hot and searing. You have to squeeze your eyes shut from it and grit your teeth. But it’s like he gets past a threshold and you’re flooded with that overwhelming pleasure again, crying out his name as your chest heaves.

“Holy fuck,” he exhales, sounds like he’s in disbelief and you lift your head up to see he’s got his hand inside, to his wrist. “Does that feel good?”

You swallow hard, wiggling your hips as you tell him, “Yeah… feel so full.”

“Such a good fucking girl for me,” he purrs as he looks at the way your cunt engulfs his fist. “Fucking dream come true.”

You can forget forming words, you’re passed that as your mind empties. The pleasure it too good, too sinful, too obscene. All you can do is moan for Billy, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.

Once he moves his free hand to play with your neglected clit, you’re a goner. Shrieking as you cum forcefully. It wracks through your body and you’re thrashing with it, squirming and seizing. Billy groans, watching with hungry eyes. He pulls out and moves up your body, kissing you hard as he’s pushing his clothes off his body. Billy gets his cock out and it’s so hard and leaking, precum dripping down the shaft. He wastes no time, slipping inside you with ease. You whine, body feeling spent as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, locking eyes. Billy snaps his hips a couple of times, sounding uncharacteristically whiny as he moans and then he’s spilling into you. Painting your used walls with his hot, sticky seed. He plants another searing kiss against your lips as he does so.

Then Billy's collapsing beside you, chest heaving. He has this satisfied grin on his face and he turns slightly to tell you, “I’ve been wanting to do that so bad.”

You giggle, “I liked it.”

He leans close and pecks your lips, “Me too. I’m gonna go clean up. Wanna join me?”

“Yeah,” you tell him, “Give me a second though. I don’t think my legs will work.”

He laughs softly, “I’ll go get the shower started and then I’ll come get you. I can carry you.”

“Okay,” you blush, stars in your eyes as you look at him.

#billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #request

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saintbryde · 4 months

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bound to the jinni | pt 4

Content Warnings | Tropes : breeding kink, noncon, dubcon, huge monster peen, somnophilia, sex slave and master dynamic, primal, dom/sub power exchange, squirting, creampie, fingering, bondage, drugged state from aphrodisiacs, instalove, raspberry sherbet flavored cum which is also an aphrodisiac

A/N : Please don’t use this as a reliable sex resource, the sex slave and master dynamic presented here is in no way meant to be a true representation of a healthy BDSM relationship

Parts: the end!

"Crawl," Varcan commanded, stationed at the room's center, beckoning her with a subtle motion of his finger. "And show me what's mine."

For the past week, Varcan had thoroughly trained and bred Heather to the point that she didn’t even know what day it was. Not a worry had entered her head. A routine had been established between them; every morning Heather would show Varcan every crevice of her body because it belonged it him.

And she loved the way it made her feel.

Having recently awoken, Heather’s dark unruly hair fell in cascades down her back and shoulders as she obeyed, moving on all fours before him, chain trailing underneath her.

Warm sunlight spilled onto her skin from the crystal window, and she sighed pleasantly, prowling around Varcan.

She held her chin high just as he’d trained her to, eyes never leaving Varcan’s face. Drinking in all Heather’s curves, a muscle in Varcan’s jaw tensed and he breathed a deep sigh as if he was composing himself. Heather’s eyes flicked to his cock, stirring to a slight erection.

Heather gave him an impish grin. Varcan’s eyes trailed her thick thighs, visibly taunted by their unblemished skin, waiting to be marked as proof of his ownership of her. He’d given her enough time between their sessions for her skin to heal of bruises and bites. And then there was her ass, which Heather perched right in front of Varcan once she’d done a full circle around him.

She glance up at him over her shoulder and gave him her best doe eyes, lowering her face to the floor. She arched her back, wiggling her ass at him.

Heather bit back a giggled that almost escaped her throat. From her low vantage point, Varcan looked more mighty and ferocious than he already was. The only evidence that he was truly affect by her submissive display was his fist tightening at his side, and his erect cock now bobbing before his stomach, streams of pre-cum dripping down the thick shaft.

“Do you see how much you turn me on?” He said halfway between a scoff and a laugh. It seemed Heather wasn’t the only one being tested this whole time. Varcan’s face was taunt, his eyes burning with horny resentment. “Ever since you first trapped me, all I could do was watch you—hunger for you.” His voice grew darker, bitter. “Knowing all those other jinni’s were fucking their Masters instead of being used for wishes…”

Varcan smacked Heather’s pussy so hard she squealed, covering between her legs.

Which earned her another hard smack across the ass. Varcan had fallen into a fiery trance, his palm spanking her nonstop while forcing her hands away from covering the hits.

“Ow! Master please stop.” She cried, feeling the red hot sting of her cheeks. Her legs buckled and now that she couldn’t hold her position for Varcan, he fell to his knees and forced her to keep her ass in the air for him as he spanked her pussy until she thought it was black and blue.

Once she stopped trying to cover herself, Varcan stopped the brutal spanking, panting heavily. “Good girl.”

Varcan had made her hurt just like Heather had predicted. But even thought tears stung the corners of her eyes, a deep primal part of Heather liked the way he made her hurt.

All she could do was stare at him.

“You okay?” He asked, holding out a hand as he summoned two long red ropes in a puff of magic.

She nodded, but then remember Varcan preferred Heather to use words. “Yes, Master.”

He instructed her to assume a kneeling position with her hands clasping her elbows behind her back. As Heathers eyes lingered on the rope, Varcan proceeded to expertly frogtie her legs and boxtie her arms. Her thighs started to ache with how long the precise knots took to make, but she held still for him until he was done.

Surveying his handiwork, he ensured Heather’s inability to wriggle free by tugging and testing the ropes. Heather now rested at Varcan’s complete mercy, utterly helpless on her knees.

Her heart raced as her voice came out in a breathy whisper. “What are you going to do to me, Master?”

“I’m going to give you a task.” He declared, savoring the mix of fear and reverence in her eyes as he tower over her, he caressed her chin. “Kiss the floor.”

The command confused Heather at first, but when she clumsily fell to the floor—unable to use her hands—she realized why. With her cheek pressed to the cushion floor, Heather caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror that lined the wall.

If she hadn’t convinced herself that she was his sex slave, this position screamed it. Heather’s shoulders and face were the only thing holding her up against the floor, and her feet were suspended in the air as her calf muscles were secured to her thighs by the rope.

It looked degenerate. Humiliating. Her core throbbed at the sight.

Heather blew strands of hair out of her face, catching Varcan’s dark eyes in the mirror. He raised a wicked brow, taunting her.

Right. She kissed the floor and looked to him for approval. “Good girl.” He said, smirking. Heather felt his warm hand glide up her ribcage and back. “This is called the CFM pose.”

Heather crinkled her brow. “What does that stand for?”

Varcan squeezed her ass cheek, and she sucked in a hiss as pain flared. “Come Fuck Me.” He forced her thighs open, and Heather gasped as Varcan dipped a finger into her pussy, teasing her. “It fits you perfectly, don’t you agree?”

Her raw, swollen pussy ached around Varcan, and Heather flushed. When she didn’t answer, he chuckled. She watched him in the mirror as he got down on his knees behind her and fisted his cock.

Varcan slapped the tip against her folds, Heather’s skin still sensitive from the spanking a shiver ran down her spine. But then he rubbed the tip up and down, stimulating her and spreading her wetness thoroughly.

Slipping the tip in, he began shallowly fucking her entrance. Never going the full length, just the head of his cock filled her pussy before it jolted out. Heather whined, her pussy pulsing.

“You sound like you want something.” Varcan teased.

“Why aren’t you going all the way?” She asked.

“You have to beg for it, little pet.” He panted, biting his lip as he pushed in again. “What is it you want?”

“Please I need you cock, Master.” When that answer didn’t satisfy Varcan, Heather scoured her horny mind for something more. “Please, Master I love the way your big cock feels in my tiny cunt, I need you to fuck me deep—“

His hips snapped into her, and Heather cried, her collar tugged back, forcing her head up from the floor. Through strands of hair, she saw Varcan in the mirror pulling the gold chain like a horse’s rein.

“I want you to look at me as you cum, pet.” He ground out, sliding all the way out until the tip and slamming back into her.

“Fuck.” His hard slow pumps were so brutal Heather felt her core tighten, ready to explode. “Yes, Master.”

She let Varcan use her pussy, moaning as she felt his cum dripping down her thighs. Combined with the pressure of the collar against her throat she felt light headed, her eyes glazed over and it was as if she was lost in trance.

“I’m going to blow my load in you so deep, my little pet.” Varcan panted, hips slapping against her tender ass. “You’ll be pregnant for years to come, like the brood bitch that you are.”

Heather had monthly shots, so there was no way she was getting pregnant. But the thought sent her over the edge and she backed up into him, body shivering with electrifying pleasure.

“Master.” Heather cried, her eyes never leaving his in the mirror. “It’s too much.”

This time Varcan wasn’t stopping, and Heather became a bumbling mess. Groaning, he pulled back, watching his cock slip in and out of her wet cunt.

“Yes yes yes.” He chanted, his stomach taut. Suddenly, he leaned over her back, his palms resting on either side of her head. Hips now pinning her to the floor, he drilled into her at an even deeper angle. He growled into the back of Heather’s neck, his hips jolting to a stop as his cock throbbed inside her, spurting. The warm wash of his cum filling her to the brim made her shiver.

They stayed interlocked until they both caught their breath, Varcan slipped out of Heather causing copious amounts of his cum to leak out.

Heather wished she could have seen it, but the expression on Varcan’s face made her smile.

“You take me so well, pet.” He praised, stuffing some of the cum back into her pussy. “I think you were born to take this cock. No one else can.”

There was a weird sense of accomplishment in that. Heather had doubted herself, and expected him to hurt her with it. But surprisingly, it didn’t. In fact, no matter how used and bruised she felt, she still wanted more of Varcan.

He hauled Heather up into a kneeling position, and she felt like she was going to black out with all the blood rushing from her head. She slumped against Varcan’s strong body. “Get me out of these restraints, my whole body aches.” She commanded, knowing full well her knees, thighs, and ass would be killing her tomorrow.

Varcan smiled softly, unclipping her collar while he started to loosen the knots on her arms. “I’ll give you a bath.”

Clicking his fingers, a gold bath appeared. It was one that was deep and spacious, a great size to accommodate one little human and a huge jinni.

Once the restraints were off, Varcan lowered Heather into the bath like a fragile thing. The warm water smelling of roses with a layer of bubbles on top.

Heather sighed, her muscles relaxing. She closed her eyes and smiled. “Aren’t you hopping in? I think I might drown if you don’t.” Varcan chuckled before standing to get in behind her. “As you wish, my pet.”

Water overflowed as he sank down, but magically refilled despite there being no faucet. Living with a jinni would be quite convenient, Heather thought.

And as she laid against his chest, closing her eyes, Varcan’s heartbeat was like a drum against her back.

“It’s nice giving up control.” Heather murmured, reflecting on her time with Varcan. How terrified she had been at the idea of releasing him, to getting fucked and bred by him. Being his little sex slave felt like a fucking holiday. “I almost don’t want to leave.”

“When you leave, it doesn’t have to end.” Varcan said, smoothing his hands down her shoulders. He whispered against the shell of her ear. “I can’t set you free after getting a taste of that sweet pussy.”

His heart fluttered wildly at Heather’s back. A spiking heartbeat like that had to mean he was nervous, hanging on her every word. She tilted her chin up to kiss the side of his mouth, and smiled. “I want you to come home with me, Master.”

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