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About sassykattery...
Call me Sassy! I'm 28, married, and use she/they pronouns.
I am simply one hell of a writer.
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I do not accept interactions from minors or ageless/blank blogs. I will immediately block those who follow me or interact with my content that I catch in my notifications. This is because I regularly consume NSFW content and repost it, on top of creating NSFW content myself. It's not hard to put in your bio that you're at least 18, that's literally all I need to see.
This is an LGBTQ+ friendly and gender-affirming blog. Homophobia, transphobia, and pedophilia aren't tolerated here, nor are any other hate-groups or illegal activities that exist in this world.
I'm a sex-positive and body-positive person, so I am open about sharing personal stories as well as promoting normalization of sex and the human body (i.e. menstruation, being fat/plus-size), you will see this influences my writing as well. This point is only directed at people who think sex or human body functions shouldn't be discussed on any platform (this is literally an NSFW blog, why are you here?), this is not pointed at the people who experience triggers or dysphoria around those topics.
To touch on the last bullet, this is a warning to those who experience dysphoria or have triggers related to certain topics, I regularly discuss certain topics such as: sex, menstruation, body image issues, mental health issues, medical issues. My content will always have tags and "CW," or Content Warnings," at the beginning of each body of work that I write except for "incorrect quotes"/crack one-shots.
The only fandom I write for is Obey Me! (for now), but I do consume content from other fandoms, primarily LADS.
Not really a rule: I affectionately call my readers "sinners." ā”
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"Love, Eternal" Masterlist
Each chapter will have mutliple parts, in which there will be a sub-Masterlist for each chapter.
Synopsis: After returning for the second year in the Devildom, one human, MC, finds herself in the throes of the affairs of the heart, intertwined with two powerful demons who seek to have her to themselves. One demon seeks to redeem himself after ruining his first relationship in centuries. The other seeks to maintain balance between his duties, his love, and his own vested interests. Read as the three navigate one another's struggles and needs.
New Schedule: New parts will be posted on Saturdays and Wednesdays, North America time, that's Sundays and Thursdays for those in UTC and further east. I will be returning to university soon and need time to make sure I'm happy with my writing before publishing.
If you enjoy my writing - my requests are closed! Please head over to this post to see what I'm open to writing for anyone who's interested! I will update this segment when I close my request line!
New! If you would like to be tagged when I upload new parts to "Love, Eternal," please comment below on this post and I will add you to the taglist!
Rules for the fanfic before proceeding -
I will be posting this fanfic on Wattpad as well as here on Tumblr, because I understand some people like the reading experience better on other platforms. As of now, I will not be posting on AO3 purely because I hate how the website looks (don't ask). I will include links for the Wattpad posts in the corresponding chapter sub-Masterlists. That all said, do not repost onto other sites. This is my work, and I will not tolerate others reposting it. Should I find another website to post it on, I will update this post with that information as well.
This fanfic is for those ages 18 and up. Once I begin posting, I will be checking notifications and those who are caught ageless or underage in their bios, will be blocked. Those who interact with this masterlist and do not have an age listed or they're a minor will be blocked.
I will not tolerate criticism for the storyline I have chosen. Please respect what I have chosen for the plot (no backseat writing).
I will not tolerate people creating spin-offs of my fanfic, so please don't do it. You obviously can think of whatever you want, but I kindly ask that you do not make posts based off of my AU.
This fanfic will include scenes of smut, blood, and violence. There are some things I will not write about, however, this is meant to be a romance fanfic, so if you are uncomfortable with graphic sex being written about from a romantic standpoint, please consider this your warning. There will also be scenes including emotional and physical distress, as well as emotional manipulation/emotional abuse within the confines of a relationship. If that is triggering, please do not read.
To follow up with rule #5, each part will contain content warnings, themes, and characters at the beginning of the chapter so that if you aren't interested in those concepts, you are forewarned.
This fanfic is written in the point of view of a main character who is named MC in the fic, who is AFAB, has AFAB body parts, and uses she/her pronouns. Now, within the fic, the perspective is from the main character and pronouns are typically written with "you." It is when MC is referenced by other characters that she/her is used.
Because I'm a smut writer, please heed the following message in regard to characters put into smut scenes: here.
In my fic, I've implemented the asterisk system (*) to indicate a smut scene for those who may want to skip it or read it again
Now that's done, please enjoy.
Wattpad: Diavolo's Date, Pt. 1
Submasterlist: Prologue + Season 1
āāāā Season 2 āāāā
Chapter 6: The Royal Standard (Complete)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Chapter 7: The Queen's Torment (Complete)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Chapter 8: A Lover's Holiday (Complete)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7
Chapter 9: Celebrations of the Heart (Complete)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9
Chapter 10: Rites and Rituals (complete)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
āāāā Season 3 āāāā
Chapter 11: Losses and Gains (complete)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
VARKA X F! READER. varka just loves how he's way too big for your pretty little cunt. but don't worry, he'll make it fit š¹
The interior of Varka's tent smells like aged leather and the lingering softness of the finest Mondstadt wine. The bottle lays tipped over on the ground beside his cot, long forgotten between the two of you. His lips are searing where they trace a line from the lobe of your ear down to your collarbone, his entire body hunched down to accomodate your height, his shoulders ā broad and thick from years of leading soldiers into battle ā nearly blocks out all the light from the lamp in the corner. You're torn between what do with your hands, one of them curled tightly in the cotton of his shirt and the other impatiently tugging at his belt. You taste like cherries and something sweeter, maybe the wine, maybe something else when he kisses you, his lips heavy without meaning, demanding without pressure.
Varka has always tried his best to be gentle with you but when it came to a man his size his strenght sometimes overpowered his intentions. Not that you minded. If anything, tonight you wanted nothing more than to be pinned down and tended to.
You make an impatient sound against his mouth, one of your hands straying from the leather of his belt to the buldge straining against his pants, cupping the hard length in your palm before squeezing.
"Careful," Varka rasps against your mouth and when he pulls back to glance at your face a thin line of spit strings between your lips and his. He's worked up, his eyes a little cloudy and his ears flushed all the way to the tips. He just barely ruts into your hand before he manages to reign in his composure, a large and scarred hand coming up to cup your face, thumbing at the softness of your cheek. "Easy, sweetheart. I don't wanna hurt you."
You whine softly, pushing your hand firmer against his trousers before you pout slightly. "But you're so hard," you murmur and Varka lets out a strained chuckle that sounds far from amusing. "And I really want you."
Varka's patience snaps like a dry branch.
āGod, youāre so greedy,ā he growls between your mouths, his hands making quick work of the thin material of your garments, reeling in some of his self control to stop himself from tearing them right off you. His large hands work with a frantic, almost needy lack of coordination, leaving your clothes in a heap on the floor. His eyes don't know where to look, flickering from your breasts down to cunt, watching as he squeeze your thighs together.
Varka looks ruined from the mere sight of you, lashes fluttering, his pupils blown out wide, almost completely swallowing the blue of his irises. Without a warning he hooks his hands under your thighs, hoisting you up like you weigh nothing as he takes three long strides towards the wooden tactical table nudged in the corner of his tent. Maps and inkwells scatter and tumble onto the floor as he clears it, pressing you down against it with a heavy huff. His breathing is ragged and you can tell his self control is slipping from his grasp. He shoves your legs wide, his knee forcing it's way between your thighs to keep you spread open for him, groaning when he catches sight of your glistening cunt clenching around nothing.
āLook at you, so needy,ā he murmurs, his words rough against his throat. Varka makes quick work of his belt buckle and shoves his pants down just far enough so he can reach into his boxers and take out his cock. He leans over you, letting you sling your arms around his broad and muscled shoulders as he nudges his cockāswollen, thick, and glistening with a needy bead of precum at the head ā against your entrance, his entire frame trembling with the effort to not simply lose control right then and there.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he lets out a hoarse groan. You've got nowhere to go, forced to remain pliant in his hold as he glides his cock through your folds, letting your wetness coat him. He's huge, hard and aching, the head of his cock throbbing each time he watches your clit.
"Fuck," he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut. "You and this goddamn cunt."
His breath is a hot, humid exhale against your ear, smelling of woodsmoke and the sweetness of the wine you shared earlier. Every muscle in his massive frame is coiled like a spring, his abs and biceps rippling with a sharp, involuntary force that he can't seem to throttle.
"Just the tip," you gasp when you feel him nudging at your entrance, your fingers digging into the thick muscle of his shoulders. "Varka, pleaseājust the tip."
He lets out something that doesn't even sound remotely close to an apology, but rather a sharp, guttural moan that rumbles from deep in his chest, sounding more like pain than pleasure. Heās pussy-drunk and he hasn't even tucked you yet, but the feeling of your warm cunt clenching around the tip of his cock already has him looking ruined and desperate. The sight of your pussy āwet, swollen, and glistening under the lantern light with a mixture of your arousal and his āis a drug that has stripped him of his patience and pride.
"I can't," he whimpers against your skin as his hips rut forward. "God, you're so fucking beautiful, IāI can't stop."
He tries to listen. He tries to control himself. He really does. For a heartbeat, he just breathes you ināthe scent of your skin, the salt of your sweat, and the heavy, greedy scent of need pouring off of both of your bodies. But then you clench around just the tip of him, a soft, fluttering invitation, and Varka finally loses the war.
His hips jolt forward with a sudden sharp jerk. He doesn't just push inside, he buries himself, the entirety of his massive, rigid length driving home in one long, devastating stroke that positively knocks the air that his mouth once stolen right from your lungs. The table groans and slides an inch across the dirt floor under the sheer force of his thrust.
"Varka, ngh!"
"Fuckāfuck, I'm sorry," he nearly sobs, his face twisting in pleasure as he feels your walls clench and stretch to accommodate him. You're warmer than he remembers, tight and snug around him, your cunt drooling, making a mess of the table beneath you. Heās deep, deeper than he should be, his balls grinding against you as he fills you past the point of saturation. "You're so tight, babyāyou're taking me so fucking well, Iā"
He starts to move, his rhythm messy and frantic. Heās devouring you, mind, body and soul ā his mouth finding yours again in a searing kiss, ensuring that every one of your moans land right on his tongue as you sob out your need. He can feel you leaking down the length of him, soaking the table, making a mess and it fills him with a jostle of pride knowing he was the only man who could get you this wet and needy. Every pulse of your pussy is another nail in his coffin, another reason for him to lose his mind.
"Look at me," he growls when your head falls back with a particularly loud moan, his voice a wrecked octave that barely scrapes past his throat as his hips continue to pat pat pat, driving his cock into you. "Do you want the whole camp to hear us? Want to wake up my soldiers and have them realize you're getting fucked nice and dirty?"
You vigorously shake your head, your nails dragging down the massive expansive of his back, trying to grasp at anything to keep you grounded as Varka fucks you. It's nasty and mean and sweaty but you wouldn't want it any other way. Two thick digits circle your lips before he pushes them inside, pressing down on your tongue.
Will you ever finish love eternal? I remember reading it a few years ago and I always come back to reread it because I enjoy it so much!! If not I understand, it will always hold a special place in my heart ā¤ļø
Hi friend! I'm so glad you enjoy my story enough to re-read it. I do plan to finish it one day š„¹ I just have a lot going on in life at the moment. I have a plot line, I'm just needing to sit down and finish it out.
his hand is clasped over your mouth to keep you quiet as he ruts into you desperately. he was holding himself back the entirety of the last week-- he was pent up, stressed and too many resources were lost in the last operation. he needed something to take all of it out on.
and you, absolutely enamored by the beast that is grandmaster varka, offered to help him. well, you offered to spar with him, but he said he had something else in mind.
you were so sweet to offer, even if you didn't realize what exactly you were getting yourself into.
varka held himself up above you, one hand planted firmly on the ground and the other clasped tightly over your mouth. you were on your stomach, your back arched deeply and your head leaned back against his shoulder as he drove his thick cock inside you repeatedly.
"not what you expected, huh?" he laughs, his voice rough and low as he tried to stay relatively quiet. "fuck."
you whimpered into his hand, eyes rolling back and eyebrows knitting as your hands clasped fruitlessly at his arms. thick and scarred by endless battle, they held you in place without much effort on his end. your legs were spread, knees anchored in place by his own, thick and muscled which pinned you in place.
all you could feel was him. all you could smell was him, all you could hear was him and all you could even taste was him. before he'd even manhandled you onto the ground he kissed you like he wanted to eat you. his teeth nipping at your lips, at your jaw and at your neck, his tongue meeting yours and leaving the faint taste of alcohol behind. he was drinking, as usual, trying to buff his nerves to feel less frazzled.
the alcohol only worked to convince him to come onto you. so, when everyone was winding down and as you were going to get into your tent, varka called your name. he told you to come over. and you, absolutely admiring varka as you did, agreed.
"remember when I said I had a better idea?" varka murmured, his voice low. "c'mere..." he held his hand out, and you moved close. he yanked you into his tent and zipped it shut, sitting down and pulling you into his lap.
...and that's what got you here. you'd already came twice but he kept going. he had incredible strength and stamina, you knew that, but you ddin't know if it carried over into sex.
you whimpered and moaned, his name hot on your tongue as you cried for him. it was all so overwhelming, but you knew exactly what you wanted. more. more of varka. more of his cock.
"don't worry. shh... i'll fill you up like you want me to. don't worry." he whispered, shushing you and kissing your ear and your jaw as he fucked into you even harder. his hips collided with yours, pushing you forward a little, but his free hand pulled you back onto his cock. each thrust made him hit that deepest point inside you, the one that made you squirm and drool. you felt hot, and knew right then that you were gonna cum again.
and he knew too. somehow. somehow, he knew. maybe it was the way your thighs tensed and tightened around his, or the way you moaned his name, but he knew.
"gonna cum again? do it. one more for me and i'll give you what you want."
suddenly, he lets go, and moves his hand to grip the hair at the back of your head, pushing you down so your cheek rested on the floor. his other hand lifted your hips and he eased himself back onto his haunches. the hand in your hair released it and moved down your back, grabbing your upper arm and pulling you back a little bit. the hand on your hip slid down the front of your thigh and spread you out even more.
the angle let him hit deeper. he angled his thrusts, fucking you harder and groaning. he gritted his teeth when he felt you clench around him, and watched your body tighten and curl in a little as you cried out sharply. this view of you was enough to make his core ache and his balls clench. not long after pleasure washed over you, another one followed as he slammed into you and came as well. he gripped your thigh and his other hand braced himself as he leaned over you, curses leaving his lips as you whimpered his name. you twitched and fluttered around his cock, tension leaving your body as your hands gripped for purchase in the blanket beneath you.
varka took a breath, leaned back and rolled his shoulders back and tilted his head, the intense relief enough to let stress and tension physically wash out of his body. slowly, he moved back, pulling his softening cock out of you and turning you over. he tucked himself away, fixing his pants and buckling his belt.
"you need water?" he asks, leaning forward and placing a kiss to your forehead before lifting himself up and leaning over to his bag, pulling out a flask and handing it to you.
you sit up, taking a breath but listening to see if anyone is awake. you take the flask and look at him. "...they definitely heard."
"oh, you think so?" he chuckles, folding his arms. "if they did, they probably know that I won't be as much of an ass now. they're probably more happy than anything else."
you swat his arm.
"what? be proud," he smirks. "i'm sure they all heard how much you loved it anyway. no use in acting embarrassed."
iāll forgive a fat girl for so many annoying things simply because i know how fucking miserable it is to be a fat girl. like. you dont get to exist freely and with any joy until you go through a decades long soul search full of extreme emotional pain OR you nearly kill yourself to become something society might accept. or you toughen up after years of bullying forced you to be more confident. literally there is no painless route to being a fat girl in your 20 somethings. so like. fat girls can be annoying as a treat. you have all been annoying our whole lives
this goes quadruple for fat black girls and fat trans girls btw. literally do not try to tell me anything they do is cringe cuz iāll demolish you with my giant ass
who the fuck even uses "pretty boy" as an insult any more I thought we all came to the agreement that all it does is make you sound like you want to stick your tongue down the other guy's throat
saw someone say they feel bad and awkward ācontributing nothingā to fandom (āno fics, no drawings, no theories, just gluttonyā) and to anyone who feels inferiority about this i gotta say us creators, doing things for free, love nothing more than your unbridled spiralling greed in our notifications aka genuinely be more unapologetically gluttonous 24/7 there is nothing wrong with enjoying something insatiably because us writers and artists feel empty and despairing without a passionate audience and feral surroundings so please and thank you and we love you
This is a little smut fic I wrote for Diavolo's birthday, but since I have two fics now and this isn't a "birthday-themed fic," I thought I'd post it now.
CW: MC is AFAB and nameless, uses she/her pronouns. Piv sex, creampie, roughness, harsh language.
WARNING: This fic is centered around the CNC kink. I will explain what that is, but if it's something you may not enjoy due to trauma or other issues, please don't read!!!
CNC: Means consensual-nonconsent. The premise of a cnc scene is that beforehand, both partners agree to certain types of rough or aggressive sex that is of "nonconsesual" nature during the scene. The consensual part is the agreement before the actual sex occurs, where safewords, boundaries, and other parameters are in place. Some people call it rape play, I don't necessarily agree with using that as a blanket term for CNC. This is risky and should not be taken lightly, just like BDSM.
Minors and ageless blogs DNI
Third person POV, reader insert
18+ only
Enjoy
"So we are in agreement. We're doing this?"
"Yes... I think so."
"You can't just think so. This is something that could go poorly for both of us if we aren't both on board with it."
She was quiet for a moment, deciding what to say next. Diavolo lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes, a softened but serious look in his.
"I want this. We have our rules, we agreed to the rules, and we know our way out should we need it," she answered confidently.
"Then... so it shall be."
She sighed as she gazed at her test score. It was fine, but she wanted better. Quietly, she folded it and set it aside so she could focus on class. That was, until she saw Diavolo walk in, making a beeline for the teacher's podium.
"Good morning everyone. Your professor had to take leave today, so I will be filling in for the day. His message to you all is to work on your assignments due this week. You may ask me questions if you need to. No lesson for today," Diavolo explained.
The class became quiet and got to work as instructed.
Except her.
She stared up at Diavolo for a solid minute until his eyes finally landed on hers. She raised an eyebrow. The corner of his mouth barely tipped up.
Today was the day.
She began to work on her homework for the next hour, counting the minutes and seconds until class was over. It was so much more distracting to have him there, just steps away from her own desk while he sat at the professor's. The anticipation was building, and all she could do was organize in her head how this would go. Her thoughts were consumed with running each scenario, every word, every single movement they could make. It was so important that this went right, and maybeā
"And that's class. Thank you all for coming. Have a good day," Diavolo announced, standing at the podium. Everyone was already up and leaving, having packed their things while she just sat there daydreaming.
Once the room was cleared out, she cleared her throat quietly and got up from her desk, her test in hand as she walked up to the podium.
"Hey, I had a question," she stated confidently but softly, trying not to intrude. She saw the papers on his podium and knew he was likely busy.
"Yes, what is it?" He replied in his usual candor, golden eyes gleaming and bright white smile beaming.
"I got this score on my test, and I really thought I did better... Is there any way I could... get some help?" She answered, handing him the sheet of paper. He looked over his nose at her and nodded, taking the paper and setting it down to look at.
"I'll see what I can find."
He scanned it over, reading every question and answer. If there was any skill he mastered, it was looking at anything unfazed and replying in a similarly unaffected manner.
"I see. So, you seemed to have not totally understood this concept here, and this one could have been better here," he explained, pointing out to her what he meant. She came closer and nodded, listening carefully. "I think this one could have used a few more examples to drive home your point as well."
She sighed. "Yeah... That's what I thought, too. I wish I'd done better..." she murmured to him.
Her mind became distracted again, thinking about how good he smelled, the amber and musk filling her head with ideas other than this test.
"Are you listening?" He asked quietly, bowing his head to look at her.
"Oh, sorry..." she mumbled.
Finally, she turned her own head up to look at him, and she swallowed thickly at the idea buzzing in her skull, the one making her question every fiber of her moral being.
"Is there... anything I could do to improve my score? Anything at all?" She asked carefully and slowly, bringing herself closer and peering up at him with slightly widened eyes, her expression maybe a little innocent.
"Did you have something in mind?" Diavolo asked in reply, his voice pitching lower in his tenor range smoothly.
She mentally took a deep breath, centering herself. I want this. I want to try this, she thought to herself.
"I mean... What are my options?" She asked, her own voice stepping just a hair lower in pitch as well, leaning into the intensity of the moment. Her body moved closer intentionally, now just mere inches away from his.
"Don't be coy, I think you and I both know what you're implying," he answered, a bit dominantly. "I saw how you stared at me all hour. You can't stand here now and tell me you don't know what you're asking."
Here we go.
"Surely I don't know what you mean..." she stated, sounding slightly shocked.
His arm snaked around her waist, and he snatched her closer, a little roughly, and bowed his head down to whisper in her ear.
"Don't lie. You want me to improve your grade in return for something, right? A little mentoring? Well, I know what it is you want, and I know what I want, so why don't we skip the rest and get to the point?"
She nearly trembled then, with excitement and nerves from how he spoke to her so harshly but still yet so seductively.
"I... I don't understand. I just wanted to seeā"
"Shut up, and come here," he snapped quietly in her ear, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her over to the desk. He pushed her against it, wrapping an arm around her when she became off balance from the sudden movements to hold her up. "You asked for it, now I'll make sure you get what you want, and I'll get what I want," he murmured in her ear before biting on the shell of it.
"Butā"
"But nothing, now am I going to take these off, or are you going to help?" He interrupted her again, pushing her to sit on the desk and slipping his thick fingers into the belt loops of her slacks with a hard tug.
"No, I really didn't meanā" she tried to insist.
Riiiiiiiiiiiip.
"I guess I'm doing all of the work," he mumbled, quite literally ripping her slacks off with his inhuman strength like the material was paper.
"Diaā"
She started to yelp, but he slapped a hand across her mouth to cover it and keep her quiet.
"Now, are you wanting your classmates to know you want your headmaster to change your grade in exchange for sex?" He challenged her, his gaze piercing her soul. She shook her head. "Then be quiet."
With her torn slacks on the floor in pieces, his hand skimmed up her warm thigh, and he roughly opened it out wide so he could stand between her legs. He looked down and smirked as her underwear peaked out in the creases of her thick thighs and soft tummy.
"You were anticipating this, weren't you? Wearing just a black little lacey thong today. Were you going to ask your professor for this too had he been here?" He mocked her, snapping the band of her panties against her, making her flinch and moving his hand from her mouth. "Answer me," he snapped.
"No, I wasn't asking for this! Iā"
She clamped his hand on her mouth again while tutting her. "I said be quiet. Do not yell again unless you want this to get much worse for you," he commanded. She nodded. He smirked at her panicked expression, tears welling up in her eyes. "Now, there's no need for that. I'll give you what you want. Besides, you're going to be good for me, right? This is all for me, and I'll make sure you enjoy it too."
She shook her head, and he ignored her as he slid her panties down her thighs. When she started to fight him, closing up her legs and pulling away, they met the same fate as the slacks. His eyes dilated when he started to see his prize, and instantly got more aggressive.
"Don't. Fight. Me," he barked at her, grabbing both her thighs and throwing them open wider so he could see her perfect little wet pussy on display for him. She still tried to fight against him, pulling away and shaking her head while she whimpered. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Finally, he pinned her down against the desk with his massive hands on her shoulders, papers flying everywhere. "Are you done?"
She stopped for a moment, looking up at him. Her hands had gripped onto his elbows, trying to hang on as he pinned her. She tapped her finger once against his elbow before saying, "Stop! This isn't what I meant at all!" She pleaded with him.
"Oh, but I think deep down it is what you wanted, pet. I think you were waiting for the perfect moment to use your little charms to win me over, but now you have cold feet. You know you want this. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," he answered menacingly. "I'll make sure you enjoy it, at least a little."
She shook her head and sobbed. Seeing that she wouldn't stop making noises, and he found them to be rather adorable, he snapped his fingers to block sounds within the room from being heard outside.
"What a mess..." he mumbled with a sigh.
He began kissing her on her lips, hoping to shut her up just for a little bit. He ground himself against her body and let his hands wander her body. His fingers made short work of her uniform jacket and blouse, quickly loosening her tie and gaining access to what was beneath it all. He gave a purr of content as he got a glimpse of her. She laid there, still squirming and whimpering, trying to push him off, but that was like pushing on a brick wall when it came to the prince of hell.
"You are beautiful," he murmured in her ear before licking the shell of it a little obscenely. He ducked his head down and left hard kisses, little bites, and trails of his saliva on her chest.
"Stop," she whimpered, turning her head away from him, but he just chased her down with his lips hot on her exposed skin.
He chuckled darkly in her ear and groaned. "I'll even do you a little favor," he told her while he slipped a hand down her exposed form to her pussy. He danced his fingertips along the slit before sliding them past the crevices to reach her clit where he rubbed it generously.
"Noooo..." she groaned, finding it harder to fight against him. "Please don't do that."
"Ohhh, but you're so wet, pet," he murmured to her, and even she couldn't deny how much more slick she became down below. "You're loving this no matter how much you want to deny it."
He trailed his kissed lower and began feasting upon her breasts, sucking and laving his tongue over her perky nipples with elation.
"Finer than any forbidden fruit, sweeter than any sugar," he mumbled against her flesh. "I can't wait anymore."
Diavolo brought his head up to kiss her with his tongue bullying into her mouth. His hands began to unbuckle his belt and send his slacks to his knees. He quickly shed his uniform jacket and loosened his tie.
"You ready, dulcis? I need you," he said huskily in her ear.
Just after he spoke, she felt something warm and hard pressed against her thighs. Pre-cum started to coat her thigh as he rubbed it against her.
"Please don't, please," she pleaded with him, with a tear rolling down her temple.
"Shh, it'll feel good, just enjoy it," he whispered to her.
The demon pried her legs apart again and stood between them, leaning on one hand on the desk while the other grasped his cock to start rubbing the fat head against her little clit.
"Just a perfect little pussy, and all for me," he mused, feeling her slick coating his length. He bowed his head again to murmur in her ear. "Don't fight me. This will go a lot better if you just take it," he warned her before kissing her temple again. All she did was squirm again beneath him.
After pulling his hips back and angling himself, he slid his cock into her, groaning at the overwhelming tightness of her walls.
"Oh god," she whined, trying to worm away from what was bullying its way into her depths.
He chuckled and kept her in place with little effort on his part. "There's no god here to help you now. It's just you and the Demon Lord," he rumbled darkly in her ear.
It took a few more moments for his cock to be fully seated in her. He took the moments after to breathe in her scent, the glistening light sweat on the sides of her neck, and her sweet, sweet arousal. It was fuel for his fire to keep going.
"You're mine. You're all mine, and I'm not letting go," he stated with a malicious chuckle.
The first thrust was rough, and she cried out at how harsh it was. She couldn't help but cling onto him, her little hands gripping the fabric of his shirt along his elbows. He went back to planting a field of dark blooms, hickies and bites galore. With every thrust, he grunted, fighting the urge to completely lose it. Little squeaks and groans fell from her lips as well, signing conjuction with the rattles of the desk.
"Hells, darling, you're going to make me let go too early," he murmured against her neck. "You can't tell me anymore that you didn't want me to fuck you raw on this desk, not with you dripping down your ass and my thighs."
"I didn't," she insisted weakly, knowing she was losing the fight to stop him and now trying to win the fight to make it through to the end.
He grunted again as he made another hard thrust into her. His pre-cum and her wet walls made it such easy glides in and out, but there was something so cute to him about how she squeaked and whined with every pounding he gave her.
Diavolo chuckled again. "Right, and you don't want me to release inside you too, hmm? You don't want to feel me finally fill you up properly, to give you what you've wanted for so long? You wanted to be fucked, and now you're simply getting the best."
"Oh god," she whined again, clutching onto his shirt along his chest.
"God doesn't save whores like you who beg to be filled so deeply," he replied in her ear, his voice much more serene for someone who was doing this.
He kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her body, trapping her entirely as he made the last few thrusts count. Using the desk as leverage, he leaned forward more to bring her hips up so he could penetrate her deeper. It took all of just mere moments to start moaning and crying with relief as he hit that sweet spot deep inside, and only that many more moments to make her body lock up as the most intense orgasm of her life befell her. The hot sparks of pleasure bloomed from her abdomen and spiraled out to her limbs. The chasm of pleasure was a deep one, and when the Demon Lord felt her walls contract around his cock and pulse, he was pulled down with her into the abyss of carnal bliss. Hot jets of his cum filled her in waves as his hips rocked forward with each one.
When it was over, the pair lay there, heaving and trying to catch their breath. Diavolo was the first to relax and gain his bearings again. He looked down at his human lover, feeling a wave of passion and simultaneous anxiety.
"My love... My love, look at me, please, baby," he cooed to her, stroking her cheeks with his hand.
Her eyes fluttered open. She looked relaxed at peace.
"We're done... Finis," he softly whispered to her, his hand rising up to pet her hair back. She nodded in understanding and let go of her iron grip on his shirt. "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"
She shook her head and reached up with a trembling hand to touch his cheek next. He smiled and kissed her palm, reaching with his to grasp her hand gently. He bowed his head slightly to prompt her.
"I'm okay. No pain," she finally verbalized it for him.
"That's good. Shall I take you home so you can rest?" He asked her in a throaty murmur. She nodded. Standing upright, he reached for his red uniform coat and wrapped it around her as he pulled her up right. It was already long, and on her, the coat looked like a blanket and kept her decent. He then put himself back in order, slacks up and buckled, and shirt back in place.
He slid his arms beneath her and picked her up effortlessly in a princess carry.
She laid her head against his shoulder and asked him softly, "What about the rest of the day? My classes?"
Diavolo chuckled and shook his head, carrying her out of the door, snapping his fingers to use magic to reorganize the desk they just laid waste to with their fornication. "After that, you deserve some pampering and all the care I can give you." He then bent his head down to whisper to her, "Besides, those are the perks of being the lover of your headmaster, no? I make the rules, I say what goes."
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed.
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Awww Anon! Thank you. I miss you all too. I started med school and it has absolutely sucked every moment of my life away. And before now, I had a job that did the same. I hope someday I'll get back to my writing.
Iām hoping I donāt have this wrong but, didnāt you have a series about mc hiding the birth of their and Diavolos child?? I thought it was you but I canāt seem to find it
Hi there! Nope, that wasn't me, I'm sorry. Happy hunting, though!
