let’s all think about some of our favourite dbf!’s in summer
it is crazy hot outside and you are stuck in a in the same place as him, waiting for your dad to come.
because you have well manners you told him to make himself comfortable while you went to kitchen
the a/c is old and semi-broken so the only solution you have found was to get yourself some sorbe/ice cream to at least stop your organs from boiling inside
you don’t even care to look up to him. busy with some magazine on your lap, as you extended your legs on the coffee table.
you were a pure torture
he can’t even decide whether he should focus on your exposed legs or the excuse of a fabric you called tank top these days or how you licked up the ice cream.
or hide his semi-bulge which was growing each time you licked your ice cream.
when you took last bit inside your mouth like a pro he could not help but groan
you did not even try to hide your smirk
you knew exactly what you were doing to him. and you were enjoying it a bit too much.
he knew he lost it when you put your finger inside your mouth to suck on the sticky liquid
a small moan left your lips, not because of the sweet taste on your fingers. it was just to push him to the edge
“why ‘suck on your fingers babygirl, when I have something better for you to suck right here?”
a/n: The devil card depicts intense sexual desire and physical attraction.The Devil is the gateway into the future kinks.
THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23
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The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.
Your wings were scattered at your feet as you stood rigidly in his home office.
His radiant blue eyes met yours with a languid gaze, making you feel heat prickling beneath your skin. He swept his eyes up and down your body, and his hands slowly moved over your curves. “I wonder if your parents are looking for you,” lifting you onto his lap with one arm while the other braces against your chest.
A hand slapped your pussy as it dug through your naked form, exploring every inch of it.
"The party gets drunk downstairs, but my touch will make your pussy drunk here." When your head fell back against him, his hot breath heated up in your ear. He grinned into your neck while biting your skin. “So desperate to be touched, aren’t you?”
You closed your eyes and wondered if it was all a dream or if reality had tricked you. The Halloween party had already begun earlier that evening, and you’re almost naked on his lap, wearing only your angelic halo.
Your body vibrates in anticipation as you sit on the devil’s lap, with your once pure angel wings lying on the ground.
An inferno looms to consume you whole when the spark within you ignites.
Your heart surrenders to his touch, allowing yourself to be influenced by the promise of pleasure and the unknown.
There is an electrifying quality of being around him, but it is also terrifying; you know it is dangerous territory, but you can’t help feeling drawn in by his dark charisma. His midnight blue eyes promise a night of sensuality and debauchery beyond your wildest dreams.
You’re helpless as he whispers softly and tastefully, and you’re beckoned into the unknown by his sinful dirge.
A tingling sensation runs down your spine when you catch sight of his gaze.
There is something dangerous about your attraction to him, and what will happen if you comply with him?
While you appear angelic, his aura is testing you into darkness.
A knowing smirk curls his lips as he stares at you as if he knows exactly who you are and what you want.
He pulled out his phone from his pocket and swiped it until the camera was on.
His right hand was poised over the phone while his left touched your body. He spoke low and velvet-smooth, saying, “I want this recorded proof that even angels can moan for devils.” Taking your lips in a passionate kiss, he traced circles across your skin, generating sweltering heat.
With a smile, he roars like a devouring demon, and his firm contours blend perfectly with my angelic features.
When you both pulled apart, you saw his eyes blazing with desire. With each slap of his palm, a fire ignited within you, threatening to burn out of control.
“Show me how the devil can make pretty angels moan. Aren't you my pretty angel?.”
Deep, slow breaths push warmth into the air.
“You like that, don’t you?” His warm slaps glide across your clitoris, and he holds the phone close to your pussy.
As he taps your clit each time, pain and pleasure wash over you simultaneously. You need his fingers in your clit for him to release the orgasm and touch, so a slap does not suffice.
It feels like he might slip his fingers inside, but he slaps it away, leaving the breeze to cool the air.
In a warm embrace, his finger traces shapes around your pussy. A gentle tickle alternates with a firm slap that makes your hips jerk. Every time you shudder, you are slapped harder.
You muffle a small moan against your palm as your body burns and your eyes tighten.
His dark and menacing voice whispers in your ear. The phone moves closer to your face. You feel your body quiver as he punctuates the words with more intense pussy slaps. “Such a good angel.”
There were no words between you as you walked forward and kissed the fiery.
Every step brought profound relief that swallowed light and sound.
The only force you could understand was a burning desire to be with him, but you could neither understand nor resist it.
There is no escaping the devil when the night is dark and your heart is led by him.
Fuck no | No | Rather not | Not sure | I suppose | Yes | Fuck yes | Give it to me right fucking now |
The best one for this particular kink would be DBF!Andy Barber.
He likes it rough, likes it when you're bruised and marked up because of him. But he goes fucking feral when you rake your nails down his back or pull his hair while he eats you out.
And if you really want to get fucked, I'm talking giving it to you so hard and fast that you cant even scream, all you can do is hold on and take every fucking inch-slap him. Right across his face while you're riding him and he loses every ounce of control, turning you into his personal fleshlight.
Andy is constantly finding excuses to punish you, to make you cry and gag around his cock while he fucks your face, his fingers digging into your scalp, pulling your hair while he uses you.
Andy loves to have you bent over his desk in the middle of the day, making you ride his thick, long fingers while he spanks you, each thrust is paired with a sharp, powerful slap. Pleasure mixes with pain until you can't tell one from the other.
Your skin is burning from the relentless smacks, pain rippling up your spine as his fingers grind over your spot and fuck does it feel good. So good that you don't even care that your dad is knocking on Andy's door, asking if he knows where you are.
