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It's spooky season, so really, it's demon prince muse time. Damen and Brooks are available for plots/starters, and tbh, I'm down to make more of their fellow demon princes.
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Brooks knew that the humans were fueled by his desire as much as their own. His power radiated throughout the room, spurring them into action and driving them to fulfill their carnal desires. But he still admired how eager the Zorya's new pet was - her gaze fixed on Brooks and Zorya even as her ass was used as little more than a toy. Oh, he'd be good if it meant he got to have a taste of her. Brooks felt his wife's body snap a second before her head fell back. He barreled into her as she came, her walls squeezing him with the most exquisite force. His lips crashed into hers, needy and open-mouthed as he moaned from the slight pain of her nails. His body shook as her orgasm caused her tight cunt to constrict around his length, and Brooks was soon cumming inside of her, fucking her desperately as he filled her.
Zorya watched breathlessly as Brooks teased her new pet, the woman's eyes going wide at the invisible touch of his magic. She came quickly after that, the force of her orgasm causing the man fucking her cunt to also come, but when he pulled out the other man only pushed her over a nearby table, taking the opportunity to pummel her ass even harder. She moaned openly, but her gaze was locked on Zorya and Brooks even as her body rocked forward with the force of his thrusts. "Only if you're good," Zorya teased, before she found herself throwing her head back, back arching as she came on his thick cock. Her whole body shuddered, thighs shaking as her pussy gushed down his length. She gripped his dark hair in one hand, fingernails scraping across his scalp desperately.
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"The only wish of mine you'll ever fulfill," he growled in between his all-consuming kiss. They both knew that he liked what a challenge Freya was. It wasn't as if she was a difficult person - she was just different. He liked different. Even if he wasn't sure how to express that yet. But any doubt regarding whether he found her desirable melted away each time their bodies met. All that fire and sass and the barbs on his tongue burned into a different type of blaze. He tugged at her top as they stumbled toward the bedroom, nearly ripping it off before he tossed it to the side. His eyes dipped down to her generous breasts, and all logical thought immediately left his mind.
"They're my lands now too! And how am I supposed to become familiar with them if you never let me out to see them?" She insisted, losing her patience now too. His reasons made no sense, unless he really thought that she couldn't defend herself from so much as a bunny rabbit. She half-expected him to turn down her offer just out of spite, so she was equally surprised when he pulled her closer. She was tempted to push him away, but the truth was that she didn't want to fight anymore, and she'd figured out pretty quickly the best way to shut Vandran up. "If that's what my lord husband wishes," she murmured against his lips, taking a hold of his belt and tugging him towards the bedroom.
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"You really think you can handle someone seeing you fall apart for me?" Nate teased with a raised brow. Despite his question, he pulled Poppy flush against his body and pressed his already hard cock against her backside. The balcony wasn't private by any means, but the other fancy party-goers seemed to have forgotten about it. "What if I ruin this pretty little outfit you're wearing?"
smutty one liners. open to m / f / nb !
❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜
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Tyler roughly pulled her legs apart as her cute little panties dropped around her ankles. "Are you wet already?" he practically purred, though he knew the answer already. The mixed scent of their desire was thick in the air. It was a wonder that no one else at the bar had picked up on just how badly they wanted to tear each other's clothes off. Tyler pumped his hard cock as he positioned it against Devon's slick cunt. A hand curled in her pretty blonde hair and snapped her head back as he slammed his cock into her in one swift movement. A hiss of pleasure worked its way out of him as the tightness and warmth of her pussy clamped around him. "Oh fuck, princess," he growled. "You weren't kidding, were you? You need my cock so fucking badly. None of your other little friends can fill you up like this, can they?"
Devon didn't usually give men second chances. It was kind of her policy --she'd give a man one shot to knock her up, and then she moved onto the next. Ty was the first man she'd even wanted to give a second chance, even before she was sure his first shot hadn't taken. "So shut me up," she challenged him, even as he bent her over the arm of the couch. She reached back to tug her panties down under her skirt, baring her dewy folds to him and letting the sodden fabric fall to the floor at her feet. "Good, because I need your thick cock, sir, right fucking now."
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"That's more like it," Archer huffed, giving both of her tits a harsh slap before he returned her kiss. It didn't stay tender for long. Archer slid his arms around Faye and picked her up. Deepening the kiss, he turned hungry and possessive, eager to claim her as his after she'd warmed up with Blaze. Archer wasn't one to grow jealous just because Faye fucked someone else - their arrangement never would have worked if that was the case - but that didn't mean he didn't like reminding her who she really belonged to.
Faye's attempts to hide her enthusiasm died when he called her out, and she bounced a little on her heels. "It's not my fault you married such a slut," she couldn't help but smile. But her smile soured when he reminded her that they were both well aware of the one thing that Faye didn't like. He wouldn't, would he? She knew he didn't like that punishment either, even if he tried to pretend otherwise. It was only the threat of that that goaded her into batting her lashes up at him. She gasped when he pinched her nipples, but that didn't deter her. "I'm so, so sorry, sir," she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, standing up on her toes to brush her lips against his jaw sweetly. "Please forgive me for being such an impatient little whore, sir. I know that my ass belongs to you, sir, and if you want to fuck it until I'm a sobbing mess, begging for mercy, then it's no more than I deserve. Please?" She turned her big eyes up to look at him hopefully, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.
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Cassian inhaled sharply at the first touch of Tessa's talented tongue. "Fuck, baby," he breathed, his hand tightening in her perfect blond curls. It was dizzying to split his attention between the two beautiful women. Cali's teasing fingers and the slight pain of the pinch made him jerk his hips, pushing his cock further down Tessa's throat. He caught Cali's seductive lips with his own, tasting and exploring her with the eager tongue he planned to use to make her scream. His hand slid over her ass and gave it another smack. "Oh, trust me, I can handle you," he breathed when he pulled away. "But you're going to have to tell our eager little slut that she has to move if you want me to show you just what I can do with my mouth."
"Yes ma'am," Tessa watched the two of them banter with a big smile, she'd just known they'd like one another. She did as she was told, tugging his cock free of the confines of his pants, and she giggled with delight. "Although I think he's just about ready for us already," she informed Cali as she dragged her tongue up his shaft, before she took it eagerly into her mouth.
"Sure am... think you can handle me?" Cali teased, nipping at his bottom lip. She walked her long nails back up his abs, circling his nipple with her fingertip. A wicked smile stretched across her lips when he smacked her ass, fluttering her long lashes at him. "Tell you what, baby... you make me cum with this pretty mouth of yours, and I'll let you wreck this tight little asshole," she promised, pinching his nipple between her forefinger and thumb.
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Theo James for Range Rover Sport Campaign
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Brooks let his eyes drift to the woman Zorya claimed. His dark eyes raked over the woman, catching on her bouncing tits as she took the two strangers. Her open, moaning mouth made him wonder what it would be like to have it wrapped around his throbbing cock. "I can see why you like her," he growled, peeling his eyes away from the sight to focus on his wife's pleasure. Even so, he sent a whip of his power to the other woman, teasing her peaked nipples with the invisible magic. Brooks' cock twitched inside of his wife, and he groaned as his body grew tight enough to snap. "Will you share her with me?" he teased before flicking his tongue against one of Zorya's nipples.
Zorya was already well on her way to another orgasm, her body bouncing up and down with every hard thrust, when she felt the familiar touch of his magic, her breath coming in quick gasps. Even getting fucked by multiple men couldn't compare to the way that Brooks made her feel, electricity already spiking through her spent body. "Mhm, I want to keep her," she managed to moan, nodding to the tavern wench she'd started the night with, who was currently suspended between two large men, taking both their cocks at once.
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"These are my lands! I'm familiar with them! You aren't. I don't want -" Vandran's face turned red, not from embarrassment, but from annoyance. "At least tell me where you're going so I can go looking for you if something happens," he insisted, never dropping his hold on Freya's arm. He opened his mouth to argue again, ready to throw a thousand nonsense reasons around to try and get her to stay near their home, when she made her suggestion. His annoyance didn't melt away, but it certainly caught him off guard. The grip on her arm tightened - not painfully - but enough to show that he was surprised. She was infuriating. Confusing. An absolute menace. But instead of telling her all of that, Vandran growled, "Why wait until after dinner?" He tugged her closer, pulling her into his strong arms and catching her lips in a feverish kiss.
"Why not?" Freya spun to face him when he grabbed her arm, a wrinkled creasing her brow as he chastised her. "You do the same thing all the time, why am I the only one who's supposed to be tethered to the house?" She rolled her eyes, she knew why, but she wondered if he could appreciate his own hypocrisy. "I'm sorry if I worried you, all right?" She was trying not to let him spoil her good mood, so she leaned in closer. "I was thinking after dinner we could try for a baby... unless you're too upset?"
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Ty couldn't explain what had possessed him since the first time he slept with Devon. Before that, it had been about the chase. He wanted her, so he'd pursued her until he'd gotten the taste of her that he wanted. That had always been enough for him with other women. But a switch had flipped in him that night. One taste hadn't been enough. His desire for her was all consuming. It bled into every moment of his day and seeped into his dreams. He didn't want it to stop. "God, you're so fucking bossy," he gruffed, shutting the door with too much force after she entered. His complaint wasn't serious. He was already unbuckling his belt and grabbing at her, bending her over the couch. "I've been thinking about your tight cunt all night, baby girl."
rushed and desperate, messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom. - devon & ty (@glittersgcld)
Ever since that first night they'd spent together, fucking in the closet during a pack party, Devon hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. When he wasn't around, she fantasized about if he was, and when he was around, it was all she could do to keep from ripping her clothes off an jumping him. Tonight had been about all she could handle, staying on the opposite side of the bar from him all night, but she couldn't take it anymore. While the rest of her family had gone home, she'd managed to sneak off, tracking his scent back to his apartment, she banged on the door impatiently. When it finally swung open, she wasted no time. "Take your pants off --now."
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Tyler's kiss was desperate and primal. There was something so appealing about the pack princess being his good girl. They didn't own each other - they weren't even together - but the wolf inside of him didn't understand that, especially when his cum was filling her. Tyler panted against her lips, his hands still gripping her firm ass even as his body stilled. "That's right," he husked, "You're my good girl, and good girls get bred."
Devon let out a breathless chuckle, a delirious smile stretching across her lips. "I'm only a good girl to you," she reminded him. She could help the way her hips rolled her forward against him, her tight cunt milking him for every drop of seed. Her body craved it, no matter how she tried to rebel, the one thing she desired more than anything else was to breed. She moaned against his lips, her lashes fluttering, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him desperately.
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Jackdaw (2023) dir. Jamie Childs
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@feverish-desires // based on this!
There was nothing more arrogant than lounging on his throne while this year's "sacrifice" was brought before him. That didn't stop Nathan from doing it. A wicked smile danced across his face when the doors to the throne room were thrown wide open to reveal the guards...and his new pet. Straightening just a little bit in the throne at the sight of her, Nate's smile widened to reveal his pointed fangs. "I was starting to wonder if your village was considering rebellion. Their gifts usually come earlier in the year."
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Reblog if your partners don’t need to make excuses or feel like they need to hide from you if they’re not ready to reply to a thread. No one wants to be the person that takes the fun out of someone else’s experience.
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LEO SUTER as Harald Sigurdsson Vikings: Valhalla, The End of Jomsborg (3.04)
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THEO JAMES Photographed by Max Farago for Netflix Queue
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