Distinguishedsaladphantom - Meow

another pornstar!price piece

c/w: lowself-esteem!reader, mentions of smut, self-projection on my part lol

he tracks you down after his video with you goes absolutely viral. it instantly becomes one of his top rated and most viewed works, comments filled with people gushing over the way john held your hand each time he made you cum, or the way he held you in his arms for a few minutes when you need a breather :(

asks if you’d be willing to make some videos with him for his private subscription channel, says he’ll split the earning with you completely 50/50. promises you all that lovey-dovey stuff you asked for when you won that competition because it opened up a whole new department of content for him

seems like a win-win situation to you, good and consistent dick along with money? no question about it. he assumes you’re gonna fall in love with him, poor thing hasn’t had much experience with men so obviously you’re gonna be head over heels in no time

except that’s not what happens, and it’s him who falls first. he knew you lacked confidence, but he didn’t really count for the sad reality that you naturally assumed you had no real chance with him anyway so your brain completely rejected any possibility of falling in love with him

but he didn’t assume that your pouty lips and sad eyes would grip his heart in a death grip. each time you looked up at him, tears welling in your eyes when he calls you his good girl because you know you’ll never be his

but john was yours the second you asked him to just make love to you the first time you met, to please just let you imagine what it’s like to be in love and to have someone utterly you… even if it’s fake and even if it’s just for a few seconds

I was thinking about the whole “Humans are space orcs thing” and I got an idea.

Imagine than in far future, humans are part of some king of intergalactic union with other species, but other species only became advanced enough for space travel after they kind of “outgrown” the “animal part” of their brain. You know they became these highly intelligent very rational beings. And they put their effort to creating better tech after that.

While humans got to the same level just by their sheer stubbornness (you know, our need to figure out if we could and not if we should). Like we just kept going and somehow got to the same level as these other beings.

Humans would be the only intergalactic species that can go insane very easily, that is at war with other people of their own species, Earth is the only “advanced planet” where irrational violent crimes still happen, where people are able to hurt eachother over the smallest things.

So (from the aliens POV) you would have this odd little fella, who’s as intelligent as you are but the second he doesn’t get good sleep all of his intelligence seemingly disappears and he looks like he’s ready to shoot everyone on the space ship and then himself.

But it would probably also mean that humans have the best art. Because they still have their impulses and deep desires that don’t make sense. Since art can’t be made completely rationally. (Or at least great art imo, you still need the emotions in that to make it stand out.)

So I imagine this alien on a mission with their human copilot and the alien is constantly asking the human to connect his fkin Spotify to the space ship speakers cos they really want to listen to fkin Rasputin from Boney M.

Lucifer Facts!!:

- He is actually an affectionate drunk.

- He loves all kinds of music, ranging from classical and cursed records to even metal and rock.

- Lucifer is very passionate about theatre and loves musicals.

- Surprisingly enough, Lucifer hates technopop.

- He refers to himself as a ‘’Demonus Enthusiast’’.

- Lucifer is not a fan of modern art.

- Like Mammon, Lucifer is not a morning demon.

- Lucifer is skilled in playing a range of instruments. Some honourable mentions are piano, violin, guitar and even the drums.

- He is also stated to be a good vocalist.

- Lucifer likes his beverages strong. A valid example would be that he likes his tea that is grown in the ground and covered by solidified volcanic lava that amplifies its sweetness.

I want to sit on Diavolo’s face so fucking bad 

Nsfw ♛

Same nonnie, same <3

Diavolo himself wants you to sit on his face so fucking bad!!- it’s the first thing he insists on doing to ‘get you ready for his cock’.

He lays down on the bed and practically drags your body up to his face, desperate to get his mouth on you. Now don’t insult him by trying to hover or keep your weight off of him. Sit. On. His. Face.

If you still try to hold yourself up a bit, Diavolo will wraps his arms around your legs, fingers digging into your soft thighs and pull you down until your full weight is on him!!! He’ll be fine-

Eats you out like he’s starved-

Alternating between licking long, fat strips along your pussy getting as much of your slick as he can into his mouth to sucking harshly on your clit. It’s all sloppy as Diavolo practically makes out with your cunt, gently rocking your hips in time with his tongue.

Tests what you like more and then repeats that over and over until you’re a mess!! moaning ‘n whining his name, grabbing his hair just to ground yourself a bit and feeling him moan vibrate against your cult when you do-

He’ll be watching you the whole time too, eyes starring up at you so intensity it’s like he’s trying to burn your body into him mind. Especially when you cum all over his face- ‘so gorgeous when you’re lost in pleasure~’

Trying desperately to squirm away as he keeps your body in place, licking up every drop of your cum and then some.

You’re reminded of his slightly terrifying demonic strength when he won’t let you up….he doesn’t stop you with words, he just nips at the inside of your thigh as a warning and holds you down….his tongue almost lazily circling your clit to hear you cry out some more…

You’ll have to be crying from overstimulation or yank at his hair to get him to take his mouth off you- and even then he still doesn’t want to let you go…yet.

Luci Headcanons

Lucifer throws hissy fits. All the time. His inner child is very angry

Lucifer refuses to eat asparagus due to choking on it and almost dying when he was a fledgling. The asparagus was cooked improperly so he couldn't chew it and he had to pull a whole string out of his throat.

Lucifer keeps every achievement his brothers ever have. It can be ribbons or shitty art from when they were five but he still kept it for old times sake (I saw another post saying he keeps the achievements in the part of his office that's up those random stairs)

Lucifer either sleeps in the middle of his bed as stiff as a board or sprawled out in disturbing positions in his demon from. There is no in between.

As a final "fuck you", God cursed Lucifer to have the scent of the Celestial Realm always follow him so he would never forget.

Luci actually cries a lot, he usually goes to Mammon when he does so

Lucifer absolutely takes Naps in Mammon's car. Mammon only allows this because he knows how much Lucifer needs sleep.

Lucifer has a few plushies in his closet since he doesn't feel comfortable asking his brothers for a hug.

Lucifer actually gets sick a lot but won't admit it. Overwork and not taking care of himself has weakened his immune system.

Lucifer has his brothers on his Home Screen and his lock screen is Mc with a knife being unhinged.

Mc could commit murder and Lucifer wouldn't bat an eye since he's used to everyone's unhinged bullshit.

Lucifer actually stopped drinking as much after making a pact with Mc, mostly to keep them from worrying

The tags are everything I know. I am sharing this with every single one to try and spread the word.

Got reminded again of my old coworker who was a massive misogynist but also trans inclusive. Told me he believed trans women are indeed women because "only women would be stupid enough to want to be women"

I wonder what he's doing now

Normalize subs taking longer to cum. Not everyone is super sensitive and untouched. Some subs are on medication, are stressed, masterbait frequently, or just naturally have a higher stamina. Not every sub you meet is gonna cum within the first 10 minutes and there’s no reason to assume they will. It doesn’t reflect on the sub as a person or on your skills as a dom/top. That’s just how the body works sometimes

no one respects the art of cock-warming quite like Price.

18+ | cock warming. exhibitionism.

he loves having his lil sub (whether you want to be or not) kneeling at his feet, his cock stuffed down your throat while he works, alternating between holding a cigar in his hand or a pen. the other on the back of your head, keeping you still. cradled his lap where you belong.

and he'd spend ages training you up for it, too.

starts by makingyou sit in his lap, letting you mewl and whine and pant in his ear about the stretch, the need. wanting him to just fuck you already and get it over with. but he's patient. let's you acclimate slowly until all he has to do is pat his thigh and you're already shoving your panties to the side, sliding down his thick girth as he turns on some movie you'd been chirping about wanting to see. squirming around for a moment until you find your spot before melting into his chest, breathing around the stretch. because at some point, having him inside of you, stuffing you full—cock, mouth, ass—comes as naturally as breathing, anyway.

but if you think this is a private endeavor only, well. you'd be wrong.

it starts small. his fingers inside of you when you're out at a restaurant with Laswell and her wife (who seems to sharing your expression; Kate's hand disappearing below the table), just sitting. teasing. he's not trying to get you off. it's just training. new horizons, love, he says, and it's just so easy to get swept up into the maelstrom of his desire, isn't it?

a movie after. it's boring. you hate it. so, he unzips his trousers and offers himself to you instead. let's you thumb through your feed (phone on silent, brightness down to zero) in the back of the theatre as you lounge across the chairs in the empty room, his cock down your throat.

an opera. sitting on his lap with him inside of you, dress covering the indecent act as he shoves your panties to the side (only worn in case he finishes—can't have his cum dripping down your thigh when you go out to eat, can you?) and sinks in deep with a little groan muffled into your neck.

soon, he'll refuse to let you sit anywhere that isn't his lap. on his cock. you almost get caught a few times (and maybe you do) but John's influence is all-consuming and no one bats an eye when he starts to bounce you on his lap in an empty restaurant, hand curled over your mouth to keep any noise that spills out just for him. only for him.

if you think falling asleep without him inside of you is an option, then you should have thought about that before moving in because after he fucks you, he'll cradle you close, ignoring any protests about cleaning up. feigns sleep until you huff, giving in.

(you sleep better when he's inside of you, anyway.)

he's just utterly insatiable—and smitten, really—and it doesn't even feel much like training or conditioning when (he rings the dinner bell and) your mouth starts to water as he sits down, thighs spread wide enough for you slip between. nursing his cock the same way he carts his fingers across your nape, cradling the whiskey in his hand. staring down at you with a deep, ravenous hunger as you sigh around the thick of him, and rest your head on his lap.

(a bell echoes in your ear, but it's easy to ignore it because he was right, after all. this is where you belong.)

No, come back here, gimmie your thoughts about price coming home, sweat soaking through his clothes. Reeking, needing a shower.

But you just won't let him. Clinging onto him before he washes it all away.

“Bloody hell love, what’s gotten into you?” John snorts as he watches the way you shove yourself deeper under his arm, nose pressed firmly against his armpit and he raises a brow at the whine that leaves your throat. You had ambushed him on his way to the shower, blocking the doorway as you rut against him like a bitch in heat

“Shmellsh goodsh..” John can’t tell if your voice is muffled or slurred, or a combination of both, and he swallows when he feels the slick heat of your cunt against his thigh.

“Jesus pretty, at least let me-“

“No! No you can’t!” You beg, breath catching as you hump yourself against his leg, dragging your tongue over his collar bone, collecting the sweat that had pooled there.

“Fuck you’re a nasty fuckin girl.”