#but can you IMAGINE the look on his face and the most pathetic whimper he'd let out

[pedge-page]

Seducing a married!Joel by sucking his fingers, sliding his wedding ring off and making a show of it on your tongue before swallowing it whole.

All hesitancy to betray his vows completely dissipate right there.

[yandere-daydreams]

tw - unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior, somnophilia, implied non/con, mentions of knots.

Puppy!Yuuta, who catches your eye the second you step into the shelter, despite the fact that he’s not at all what you were looking for. You need a service animal, and as cruel as it feels to say, hybrids of undeterminable origins with less-than-stellar past homes aren’t known to be very consistent, let alone trainable when it comes to such a high-stakes job. You were supposed to meet a pure-bred, highly recommended husky hybrid whose previous owner was no longer able to take care of him, but it was over for you as soon as you saw those big, dark, watery eyes – nearly hidden entirely by overgrown hair and jet-black ears that seemed to droop even lower whenever you threatened to look away from him. You’re already a lost cause by the time you ask a shelter employee for his name, and the paperwork’s signed within the hour. He leaves with you the same day, eyes on the ground and tail wagging a mile a minute.

Puppy!Yuuta, who was always meant to be someone's spoiled pet. He's shy, at first, scared to talk too loudly or cling too tightly or do anything that'll get him sent back to the shelter (no matter how clear you make it that that's a non-option), but it only takes him a few days to warm up to you, a couple weeks to come out of his shell, just under a month to start sleeping in your bed and trailing you around your apartment. He almost trips over himself when you ask if he'd like to wear a collar, and soon enough, he's more akin to a second-shadow than a dog. He does have some aggression issues, particularly when it comes to human men, but he's an angel with other hybrids, and when he bows his head and pouts, you really can't help but forgive him. With a life like the one he must've had, you can't really blame him for being so quick to bear his teeth.

Puppy!Yuuta, who's more than ecstatic when you mention still needing a service animal. He might not be qualified on paper, sure, but he's already constantly at your side, constantly worrying about you - it'd just feel wrong to go out and get another hybrid for a job Yuuta is more than capable of. He says he likes that idea of being able to take care of you, too - like you take care of him. You want to ask him not to be so sappy, to think of a slightly less sentimental way to say it, but when he's so happy and so, so proud of himself, it's hard to be even that strict.

Puppy!Yuuta, who cums untouched the first time you comb your fingers through his hair. You don't seem to notice, and he does his best to hide his face in your lap, to bite back the little, pathetic whimpers that crawl up his throat whenever you scratch at the base of his ears. He doesn't want to scare you, to be so needy so suddenly when you've been so kind.

Puppy!Yuuta, whose one and only flaw is that he can't seem to stop riffling through your dirty laundry. He can't be left alone for more than an hour without stealing one of your oldest, most threadbare shirts or worse, claiming a pair of your underwear as his newest chew-toy. You really should chastise him for it, but it's such an awkward thing to talk about, and he has such a sweet face - it's hard to believe he could ever do anything deliberately wrong. You've resigned yourself to just trying to limit the damage and salvage the less damaged items, even if those mysterious stains are a little hard to get out.

Puppy!Yuuta, who wishes he didn't have such a big, bulky knot. It's too thick and too heavy and seems to swell up whenever he gets even a little hard. If he didn't have a knot, he'd be able to actually thrust into you, rather than just fucking his fist over your sleeping body and imagining how tight you'd be, how pretty you'd look, how nice it would be to make you feel as warm and as soft as he feels because of you. He does what he can with his tongue, but you don't seem to like waking up with his saliva soaking everything between your thighs, and he always gets too excited when he tastes you. If he has to rut against your thigh that desperately again, he's afraid you might wake up and scold him.

Puppy!Yuuta, who can't wait until he works up the courage to mate with you properly. He knows it's still too soon, that it'd scare you to do it so abruptly, that he doesn't deserve it yet, but soon, he'll be able to to step up and take care of you as something more than just a pet. He's not there right now, but one day, he just knows he'll be the perfect mate for you <3

[nanamiscocksleeve]

ok, so I'm really thirsty about the new quadbanner like everyone else, and I really don't know how to request this, but can you write something about Zayne's how he pulling down his zipper, telling us how it would be enough.. tysmm 😔

I think we've all been thirsty since the quad banner came out. I'm like what am I doing with my life, can it just be the 31st already 😩😩😩

Just The Tip

You're struggling. You loved being called a good girl but Zayne made it so hard to be worthy of receiving that praise. Even now. His instructions were simple. Lay naked on the bed and do nothing. No restraints, no punishments. He was trying to make it easy for you. But at the moment it felt like even the simplest things he was doing were making you dangerously close to snapping.

You'd lain there as he'd teased your nipples, working the little buds into aching peaks, and you'd gasped and tried not move as he'd gathered slick from your dripping core and stroked it onto your delicate, swollen, clit, his smoldering eyes darkening as you'd tried to control the building need rising within you. The promise of an orgasm hung in the air but you became careless; one tiny miscalculated action of bucking your hips, and Zayne had stopped, leaving you tingling and bereft.

You'd watched with desperate eyes as he circled around the bed, coming to a halt near your head, wearing a sexy smirk that sent a rush of arousal into your core. "Tch. You make it so hard to praise you, you know? I gave you the most basic of instructions. It appears lying still and doing nothing is too much to ask of you."

Devastated by his lack of approval, you give him your most rueful look, trying to appear apologetic, then whimper as he forcefully grasps your chin, his mouth covering yours as his tongue sensually enters. The wet slip of it against your tongue has you melting, becoming heady from the taste of him as your pussy throbs almost painfully from the lack of stimulation.

Withdrawing, he pushes away hair from your face, cupping your cheek almost tenderly. "Well since it appears you're doing the bare minimum, unfortunately, that's all I can give back to you."

You watch with wide eyes as Zayne opens the zipper of his slacks, and tugs them down along with his underwear, letting his cock spring free, thick and already swollen with arousal, a bead of precum visible in the slit. You almost groan at the sight, imagining how good it would feel to have him fuck you into the mattress, his hot meat stroking your slippery inner walls. You almost forgot that Zayne was not rewarding you at this moment.

He huffs, then positions himself between your spread legs. "Did you really think I was going to let you have all of this?" You let out a small gasp as you feel his tip breach your entrance, pushing in slowly, each minor inch moved making you feel like you might lose your sanity. You try to stay still, letting him do as he pleases, then let out a noise of disappointment as he withdraws. He repeats the process over and over until your arousal has dribbled onto the sheets, making an absolute mess, your mind in a sexual fog.

Zayne's tip is covered with your fluids that have leaked over his velvety column, and he prepares himself to enter again, and the pathetic look of helplessness on your face almost makes him laugh.

"What're you looking at me like that for hmm? Did you think you'd get more with your poor behavior?" He rests his tip halfway inside your canal and stops, feeling the hopeless little clenches of your walls on his cock, as though it eas trying to suck him in further.

"I think that's enough for now." Zayne pulls out completely and you give up, crying out in protest. He chuckles as your reaction before tucking himself back neatly into his pants, fixing his shirt and running his fingers thorough his barely disheveled hair. He offers his hand to you, and you take it, perplexed, and let him help you sit up.

"Get your clothes back on. Yvonne will help you make another appointment. Use that time to work on your discipline and maybe I'll reward that behavior."

© nanamiscocksleeve original work | no copying, plagiarizing or translating

[senseichaos]

long time listener, first time caller

saw the piss thing and… do you do pissing inside? alastor cockwarming on the radio show, having to let out some tension, not wanting to get up and move to do it… maybe even lucifer on his thrown… just a thought 🫣

this is so good! Thank you for the req!

IMAGINE

(ik I use this gif all the time.. leave me alone)

PISS WARNING ⚠️

Sometimes when Alastor does his radio show, having you nestled on his cock is the best to get out his most confident work. And he loves the way you squirm. He'd always end up having to use his tentacles or some sort of magic restraint to refrain you from moving.

This time around however, he had forgotten to do one of the most important things before sitting you on his cock.

Go to the toilet.

It wasn't a big deal, really. He could probably hold it, and he didn't need to go that badly. However as he was talking about some recent news in hell, an idea popped into his tar black mind.

"And we have some acid rain scheduled for this afternoon! Make sure you get inside, or the cannibals will eat your body after it's rotted in the rain. Or I may eat you myself! I have been hankering for some sinner meat recently.." Alastor says, reciting the last thing on his news list for the broadcast.

"Any how, let's get some music playing shall we?" Alastor says the name and creator of the song before tuning his voice out, turning off his mic so he can organize the next part of his script.

Yet as he moves, he can't help but feel his bladder clench.

"Ngh.. Alastor, how much longer..?" You ask with a pathetic whimper, trying to wiggle your hips. Alastor's tentacles tighten around your thighs as this, ensuring you won't try to shift again.

Chuckling, Alastor smooths your hair back, giving you a dark look that causes goosebumps across your bare skin.

"Hm, well I do have to urinate..." He says, looking off into the distance in a sort of thoughtful way. Your face brightens, thinking he may end his show early and go to the bathroom... Then he'd fuck you silly, just how you like it.

"Really? Well then end the show!" You say, tugging on his coat. Though Alastor captures your wrists, placing them onto his shoulders.

"Now now, that wasn't what I was implying at all, fawn,"

Your eyes widen.

"Huh?"

"Stay still for me, hm?"

He presses his hands to your hips, pushing them down so your body's are completely connected at his cock. You shriek to yourself, realizing what he's about to do. Now you weren't going to object, no no, in your own way you were more excited than anything.

"Ah!"

Before you know it, with a sadistic gaze Alastor begins releasing his piss into your hole. You cry out, clasping your hands over your mouth as you lean back against the end of his desk. You can feel it all, warm and hot as it fills you to the brim. It tickles you in ways you can hardly imagine, making you see a myriad of twinkling stars as the liquid starts to seep from your full cunt.

And it just keeps coming, his cock twitching inside of you as it releases its last few spurts of urine into you. Alastor's pants are warm and soaked with his piss, but he doesn't make a move to take you off of his cock. Instead he just keeps you there, continuing his radio show whilst pretending that nothing happened at all.

"Alastor," you begin as he puts on another song. He hums in response. "You're all soaked.." You whine, pressing your hands to his soft and slimy tentacles.

He chuckles, pinching your cheek and watching you flinch. "Just how I like it, dirty. Now hush or I won't fornicate this full cunt with my seed, hm?"

You obey without a thought.

[another-lost-mc]

hiii i love your most recent levi imagine!!! if you’re available i’d love to see a continuation, it’s so cute, i’d love whimpering levi begging for forgiveness and flushed with utmost embarrassment. your om writing is my favourite fr! hope you have a lovely day <3

A/N: I think I wrote three versions of this, it really could've ended so many different ways.

LEVIATHAN x gn!Reader, 0.8k words, nsfw/mdni.

Content warnings: continuation of this scene. Insecurity/anxiety, handjobs, suggestive content.

It takes a few seconds for Levi to realize that someone's in his room, and he jerks his hand away from his cock like it burns. He doesn't yell at them to get out or ask what they want—the only sound he can manage is a pathetic little whine because he had to stop touching himself. After a few more seconds, he realizes it's only you. Ha—only you, as if that's not the worst possible scenario.

You mumble something about forgetting your phone, and he just manages to cover his lap with a pillow by the time you walk around the sofa. He's not sure how he didn't notice the plastic edge of your D.D.D. wedged into the sofa beside him. It's digging into his thigh, but he can't hand it to you—his fingers are still tacky with precum.

Something flickers across your face and it catches him off-guard. He expects anger, disgust, or maybe confusion. He's not sure why you suddenly look nervous, and you shuffle on your feet and bite your lip. What the hell do you have to be nervous about?

His cock twitches underneath the pillow and he's sweating through his shirt, and he can't stop staring at you wearing those clothes that leave nothing to the imagination. He always wondered what you would look like naked, but this might be even hotter. Your shorts are tight and they roll up your thighs slightly, and he'd bet a thousand grimm you're not wearing any underwear either. When you lift your arms, that strip of cloth pretending to be a shirt rides up even more and he gets a nice little nip slip.

You drive him crazy. You need to leave before he does something really stupid, but then he thinks about his brothers seeing you like this and that's even worse. He knows the way they look at you, and they'd probably have the nerve to say or do all the things he wishes he could.

He gets so lost in his own mental spiral of envy and self-deprecation that he doesn't even notice that you moved closer until your legs bump against his. That apprehensive look on your face is gone and he swallows around the lump in his throat when you lean forward. His mouth is cotton-dry and he licks his lips, and his eyes dart down your chest where your not-a-shirt hangs loose and fuck he feels dirty but he can't help but stare—

He jolts when your hand brushes against his thigh. This is the part when he thinks you're going to grab your phone and yell at him for being a gross pervert and storm away. That's what he expects, but that's not what happens—your fingers inch over his thigh and pause at the edge of the pillow instead. Your breathing's a little heavier now and your eyes are molten with lust, and he's never seen you like this before and he wants you so bad.

He's paralyzed with shame and need. He thinks your lips tick up into a little smile before your face becomes a blur, and there's one last warm puff of air against his mouth before your lips press against his. Your hand nudges the pillow off his lap and it falls to the floor at his feet, and he finally kisses you back when he realizes you want this. He pants against your lips after your teeth clack together, and he opens his mouth when your tongue nudges inside and curls with his. His cock starts aching all over again, but you kneel over his thighs and wrap your fingers around him. It's going to be over soon because it's too much, it's nothing like he ever imagined because it's better. He doesn't feel embarrassed about moaning into another sloppy kiss because you echo him with a needy sound of your own.

He spills all over your fingers and his cock twitches because he wants more. Your flimsy crop top makes a better rag than a shirt—you yank it over your head and wipe your hand clean with it while your eyes glance at something over his shoulder. You slide off his lap and head towards his tub. It takes him longer than it should to accept that not only are you still here, but you're half-naked and settling into his nest of body pillows and blankets in his makeshift bed. He recognizes what that dark, half-lidded gaze means and he stands up, powerless to resist you and desperate to follow. Maybe this is a mistake but fuck it—he's not going to refuse you now, not when he's already hard again and his fingers twitch with the urge to rip those dainty little shorts off you. There's so much to talk about, so much he wants to ask, so much he wants to say, but that can wait—there'll be time for talking later.

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[mrsshabana]

So I'm gonna try to keep this short lol, but with the tattoo thing I asked last time 😅...id love a story on it. Heres an idea I had and I'd love to see where you take it. So I'd imagine if its a girl he's never seen before but she knows about him buuut when meeting things don't go so great for her.... he ends up attacking her and has hes getting ready to kill her while having her pinned on the ground he notices the tattoo of him on his arm.. I really wanna see where you go with the rest in a full on story I'd love to read it!! Cause your writings are amazing and I love reading them.

𝑮𝒚𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎

✧ CW: GN!reader x Gyutaro

✧ AN: So, this is hard because I'm trying to think of a way that someone could have a tattoo of Gyutaro (knowing of him, but having this be a first meeting) but still have it be canon. It's as if canon Gyutaro was thrown into the modern world. Let's just ignore the fine details and I can make this work. I pretty much ended up basing this version of Gyutaro on tumblr Gyutaro.

✧ WC: 707

How the hell did you manage to get into this situation? Most people would kill to be in your place, but this truly wasn't your intention. You hadn't planned on stumbling across the one guy you may have a tiny obsession over. But that's not all, did I mention he's also a demon with an unquenchable thirst for human blood? It should've made you think twice before crushing on him so hard.

But now you find yourself in a predicament, pinned against the cold, wet asphalt. With Gyutaro's body hovering above you, holding your arms down so you can't fight back.

It was all a coincidence really, he thought you looked tasty and he was feeling hungry so, why not?

He took you down easy enough. Hell, you weren't even putting up a fight! Just staring at him with those big doe eyes of yours. He leans in closer, ready to indulge in such an easy meal. Maybe he'll tear off your arm and enjoy the melody of your pained screams.

But as he leans in closer to your arm, ready to tear you apart, he sees a familiar face.

"Is that...? Me?!" He thinks to himself, "There's no way this lady has a tattoo of me."

He leans in even closer, closing his mouth and squinting his eyes. He scoffs and his lips curl in disgust.

"What's wrong with you?" he says coldly, sitting up but still straddling your waist so you can't get away.

"E-Excuse me?" you whimper. Not sure if you're overwhelmed by the fact that he was about to kill you or that you're so close to your crush.

"The fuck is wrong with you lady?!" He yells in annoyance, "You fuckin' got me tattooed on your skin?" He roughly grabs your arm and lifts it, showing you the tattoo as if you haven't seen it already.

"I um..." it takes you a moment to compose your words, too embarrassed by his harsh judgement. You don't want him to think ill of you. This isn't the first impression you wanted!

Taking a deep breath, you finally speak, "I did. I got a tattoo of you... because you're my favorite guy."

He sits there in silence, raising his brow quizzically.

"Tsk- What an utter disgrace you are. Ruining your perfect skin with something as unsightly as my face" he scoffs and releases your arm from his grasp, "pathetic."

His harsh words put you on the verge of tears. Maybe you were dumb for thinking he'd actually like it. You sit there, letting the weight of his judgment bear down on you. But then you realize, he doesn't hate the tattoo, he just hates himself.

"Gyutaro, that's not true at all!" You grab his wrist just as he was getting off of you, "I got this tattoo because I thought it was beautiful! Every time I see it I can't help but smile. It makes me happy, and there's nothing I rather look at every day for the rest of my life."

His eyes widen, and his lips close into a slight frown. Your words have really caught him off guard, no one has ever said such a thing to him. For a moment he questions if you really mean it. But you must if you went through the trouble of actually getting that tattoo.

Gyutaro's body moves on it's own as he leans forward and embraces you in a tight hug. He doesn't understand why, but when you said that to him it made him want to be closer to you. His heart skipped a beat and he felt as light as air.

It was a good feeling. Something he's never experienced before.

"Oh!" you gasp when he hugs you. You're just as surprised as he is by his actions, but of course it's something you welcome. Wrapping your arms around him, laying your cheek against his shoulder.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He doesn't know what comes after this, or what he should do. But he knows that he will ingrain your scent into his memory. Because he's never going to let go of the human that made him feel beautiful for the first time.

[gothwives]

they couldn't help the way their nose wrinkled when he referred to them with such a stuffy title, much preferring whatever he'd called them in swedish earlier, though they still didn't know what it meant. "maybe you already have... but i'll find yours eventually. i can be very persistent." even if she had to keep showing up at their shows every night for the whole rest of their tour, marnie was now fully committed. she wouldn't force herself on him if he really didn't want her, but she wouldn't give up, either. just the way he looked at them once they revealed yet more bare skin brought a flutter to the pit of their gut, feeling so intensely desired that it was almost overwhelming. there was nothing to do but sit and wait for whatever he had in store for them, their breath hitching in their throat once he threatened them in the most erotic way. rather than scare her, it only entranced her further, desperate to know what he had in that twisted mind of his. the gasp she let out once he tore her panties to shreds was involuntary, but it shouldn't have shocked her to have him so eager to get to her bare cunt now that she knew just how badly he wanted her. "asshole..." she mumbled, tugging at his hair in retaliation, though she couldn't bring herself to genuinely care about the ruined garment when he'd guided her to remain poised right over his mouth, teasing her with the promise of all he planned to do to her. again, marnie was taken off guard as sven swiftly flipped them over, their back hitting the couch with a soft thud, unable to even process the change in position before his face was shoved between their thighs, and he began to devour her. the unfamiliar sensation of his greedy tongue lapping at her cunt was better than she ever could've imagined, making her cry out in ecstasy and attempt to clamp her thighs shut around his head. she was taken aback by the wave of pleasure that threatened to knock her under. "sven..." their voice was strained from the effort of not dissolving into pathetic whimpers and moans, one slipping out anyway as they yanked on his hair and writhed beneath him. / @bluejeanbaby

sven couldn't help but to let out a snort at their words. "yes ma'am," he agreed with a little salute. he tilted his head as he was called tough. it took him a moment to respond, his hands continuing to tease just about any skin he could reach along her hips and thighs. "i suppose i am. i wish you luck trying to break me down. i think i'll have better luck finding your weak spot, no?" he whispered, his already deep voice seeming to drop by an octave by the time he began nipping at her inner thigh. he couldn't help but to look up the moment she took her bra off, another quiet growl escaping him. "fuck me," sven huffed out. his fingers moved deftly, first to push her skirt up higher, letting it rest at her waist. "i wanna hurt you," he grumbled as he hooked his hands under the waist of her panties. he didn't bother giving her warning before he pulled roughly until they ripped. sven wasted no time tossing the tatters to the side and pulling her hips in closer, tugging marnie until their hips were resting just above his mouth. "i wanna hurt you and i wanna make you feel so fucking good." he grumbled. it wasn't as smooth as he wanted it to be, but of course he was just amazed his words were still coming out in english. yet before he could give in and finally attack her with his tongue, he decided to give them one last surprise. once he was sure marnie was semi-settled above him, he wrapped and arm tight around their waist, while his other moved to support their back before he used that last bit of strength and restraint that he had to flip them both over. he made sure they both didn't fall or bang into the arms of the couch. sven barely gave marnie a chance to respond to the flip before he buried his face between their thighs, dragging his tongue along their core. @gothwives

[theredsuzuran]

Kᴏᴋᴜsʜɪʙᴏᴜ, ᴅᴏᴜᴍᴀ x ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [ NSFW ❣︎ ]

ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵐᵘᵗ ˢᵒ ᵃᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ʸᵃʸ¡

Kokushibou~

Tags : non-con, dom-sub, hate sex, fingering, creampie, belly bulge.

"I believe you want to decapitate my head, no?"

The demon spoke calmly while teasing that swollen clit of yours on the other hand his long wide digits pumped in and out of your tight wet core vigorously. Ending up like this after dedicating your life to the crops is rather humiliating but instead of cowering with shame and disgust, you find yourself enjoying every thrust that penetrated deep inside the clenched hole of yours, prevailing a pure state of ecstacy.

"Speak of yourself filthy demon" you managed to speak between low grunts by resuming the lweds noises from escaping your soft trembling lips. A series of swift slaps landed onto your bare tits molding the flesh roughly in the process accompanied with pinches in the hypersensitive bud erected high due to its intensity. Your knees shuddering with each blow as kokushibo slaps harder simultaneously in your hip and breast without mercy.

How did you two end up like, this night was supposed to predict the future of humanity, either one of your demise, yet there you were being fucked by your sworn enemy. Hate was an understatement to define the feelings you store for him, lothe was the correct word. You loathed him for long as you can remember starting from the way he overpowers you to the way you whimper helplessly beneath his touch. All the insults he throws at you with his gaze locked directly over your frail quivering frame, caressing your forbidden places, fluids overflow shamelessly from your heated cunt.

Hovering on top of your small delicate body, the tall demon bends you aggressively against the tree stem. Fearing what might happen next, you tearfully pleaded but was it too late for he gropes your hips with such force rubbing his cock in between them.

"Weak" is all that come out from the silence, that one thing you never wanted to hear especially from him, it was unacceptable how he honorably stood as if he was mocking at your pathetic state while you lower you head down due to mind numbing pleasure, unable to put up with this degradation you decided to work on your impulses, applying all your remaining force you lifted your head only to be pressed down allowing him to hold a fistful of your hair roughly. 

"You think you can defeat an upper rank?" he yanked your hair roughly causing you to flinch with pain, and before you knew his member slide inside your drenched opening, you clinged onto his toned chest scratching his shoulders. He began pounding you with inhuman speed, his other hand spreading your leg wide as he mercilessly pumped his shaft upto your cervix creating concussions all over your body, belly bulging out due to his length. The forest filled with lwed moans, pants and grunts accompanied with sloppy noises of bare skin clapping against one another as the two of you continue to bang.

"Look at me" kokushibo ordered with his low voice, as an act of rebellion you refuse to listen to him gritting your teeth in protest. Suddenly he grabbed your face roughly to stare at you with his menacing eyes, your faces inches apart ready to mingle with burning passion but now would he let your lips connect? Demons are not capable of experiencing emotions anymore for they have abandoned their humanity long ago and before you stood one of the most ruthless, cruel demon of all time dominating your fragile little body like a play thing. Saliva drooling off your mouth while your tounge sticking out as he increases his pace gradually, upon witnessing the pathetic sight of yours, he chockes you earning moans of his name from your lips. There was nothing more you wanted than his cock. He shoots it warming up your walls while your juices coating his member reaching your respective orgasm, he releases you from his grip making you fall onto the ground, his hot seeds oozing out off your pussy. Just as you thought your miseries have ended and your life as well he pulled you up the ground earning a loud shriek in response, his usual calm face curving slightly into a sinister expression.

"I know exactly how to break you, (y/n)"

Douma~

Tags : mastrabation, degrading, oral sex, cock worship.

You have always loved the eccentric cult leader from afar which begun from exchanging a glance, you were just an insignificant maid like some other women in his prismatic pair of eyes but devoting your life and soul for his upmost affection became your priority. Everybody desires that whole heartedly you never consider yourself as an exception but you dared intoxicating your thoughts spending tedious nights imagining yourself indulged in sinful pleasure.

Just like any normal day, you were assigned to do chores around the cult including tending your master's room. His scent lingered as you prepared the cushions he would he sitting later "douma s-sama" your lips parted to chante his name, fingers automatically rubbing over the fabric of your heated spot forming inbetween shaking thighs, trembling, as all kind of dirty thoughts engulf your mind Sitting onto the bed you spread them, so blissfully unaware that the one watches intently.

"Look who we have here, (y/n)~ touching herself while calling her master's name" you jolted upwards in utter shock soon turning into shame.

"Don't mind me, continue what you were doing dove" the man beamed with excitement as his lustful gaze roamed upside down.

"I-" you hesitantly replied.

"I won't ask you twice, if you don't want me to force you, do what I say you useless slut" his tone changed in a matter of second the carefree smile he puts up usually is replaced to a completely unemotional one scaring you for you followed his orders fearfully by rubbing your clit infront of him avoiding eye contact. He locked his eyes directly on that dripping entrance. Your wildest fantasies have come to reality.

"Come here" which you immediately obliged to, he motioned to the tent forming in his pants. "Suck" you touched the length with your hand carefully unzipping the fabric, his scent filled your nostrils captivating you to take that inside your warm mouth and you did, swirling your tongue around it kissing and sucking it gradually making the demon groan in satisfaction. You bobbed your head slowly adjusting to his big size and start sucking it upside down when suddenly you were bend down with his nose poking at your wet core, hot breath tickling onto your pussy.

"I thought it would be rude of me to enjoy on my own" he explained his expression just the same as usual as if nothing like that happened before. He stretch his tongue out to have a good taste of your wet little slit. "Oh, did I allow you to stop now, dove?" Then he began assaulting that area vigorously with his long wide tongue making it hard for you to clinge onto his cock. You scream with pure ecstasy while he continue licking and teasing your vulva occasionally sucking on it, each time harder than before. You manage to suck his cock trying to match with his inhuman speed, then he suddenly pull out a string of saliva mixed with your fluids connecting his tongue.

"You really like it no? You have to beg for it if you do" a devilish smirk formed on his features. "I do" you replied trying to clasp the area he assaulted minutes before. "No, be specific, say you are horny little slut who wants to be touched" douma explained his smile never fading away. "Please.." tears forming your eyes, who knew he'd be so sadistic but you can't deny you loved every inch of it however he pocked onto your sensitive erected clit with his sharp nails just enough to not scratch it. "You won't? Too bad" he rubbed it slightly driving you crazy.

"I- want I-it"

"Mm? You want what dove?"

"I want you to touch me master for I am a horny little slut who needs your attention.. please master" you mwealed unable to take his teasing anymore, he bit your clit harshly making you squirm in pain, your walls tightened releasing all the pent up frustration you have stored over his face, you collapsed your eyes rolled back, tongue sticking out.

"That's it?" Douma pouted.

"But don't worry you have to yet make me cum, this day's gonna be so long (y/n)"

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HAND REACHES OUT ONCE MORE, ANOTHER ATTEMPT at touching him the way she used to when he was still around. A simple notion that now became far more meaningful than she realized before. But then he disappears, and a light whimper automatically leaves her when the chair becomes empty once more, confusion gracing her features until she hears the sound of his voice again causing her to turn around on the floor. Her heart sank at the sight of him laying upon the bed, like a tainted memory she'll never forget; the way his arm is bent and propped up behind his head and that subtle hint of a smile gracing his face.

❝ Travi-… ❞ she can't even bring herself to say his name in full as she begins to crawl her way towards the edge of the bed where he now resides. It's the tone behind the endeavor that makes her desperation obvious and yet, when she reaches for him again, she still can't quite manifest a corporeal sensation that makes him viable to touch. The fact of this only infuriates her more, face crashing into the messed-up comforter before she finally begins to scream and cry out of sheer frustration. Fingers curling and gripping into the sheets, no longer listening to the words that he'd said because they honestly didn't matter.

Not when they were just about the motel or where they've previously stayed in passing, she doesn't care about any of that, sneaking their way behind the back of whoever he'd be seeing at the time. She just wants him there, wants to be able to have him hold her the way he used to with a comforting embrace that made her once feel even somewhat safe. The others might have felt as if it was Natalie that got them all through the wilderness, but she wouldn't have been able to do so had it not been for Travis by her side, holding her hand and encouraging her with every bit of encouragement that kept herself going.

He may have had his moments of being hot and cold with her at times, but when he was kind, he was the most important being she'd ever come to know. Her head turns and lulls against the corner of the bed, another light scream before she finally sobs out, ❝ I-… I can't. I can't do this without you. ❞ He'd been her own personal saving grace out there, regardless of not always having him around after they'd gotten rescued, but at least he was still somewhat available, even when he wasn't. It all seemed so overly dramatic, pathetic really, and she knows how this must look, but she doesn't care in that moment.

He wasn't there anyway; he was nothing more than a memory now and a figment of her imagination. Still, she's trying to cling onto him as much as she can even if just in mind to keep him solid. When she does look up at him again, her makeup is smeared with eyeliner grazed across the corner of her eyes after brushing her face against the comforter and she crawls her way on top of the bed, laying herself down next to him even if she can't cradle him the way she wants to.

She can still smell him, his usual cologne and aftershave she'd grown so accustomed to throughout the years that never changed. Not realizing that she was drowning while still attempting to breathe and take that inhalation of breath. Mind playing tricks in more ways than one.

Travis had never given much thought to how he would die. He knew, at least, that it would be either directly or indirectly be caused by his addiction. That he would slip up and use again and that would be the final time or it would catch up to him eventually via a heart attack, stroke, or something else. Taking his own life, though, that had never been in the cards for him because he knew he couldn't go through with it. That at the last second he would change his mind, but he also feared that if he did go through with it, he would mess it up. That something worse than living with the pain and guilt that tormented his mind would join it all.

So that night in the bar, he had no intentions of killing himself. He simply wanted to get as close to dying as possible without committing. It was reckless and there was a chance that it might not even work, that he wouldn't see what Natalie had seen or what Lottie had seen. But he had to try and well, you know how that went. The minute he began to feel the last bit of air in his lungs leaving him, he knew he had fucked up. That he should have listened to Lottie and the rational side of himself that had warned him against doing it. It didn't matter much now did it? Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda.

Death was one consequence that Travis couldn't escape paying and dealing with. He wasn't suffering anymore, not really, but he was still there. Bound to this earthly plain and because of her, because he couldn't leave her like this. She was the only one that he feared hurting if things did go south that night, knowing that he would break yet another promise made to her. That Natalie would be the one to suffer in her grief of losing him and he could see it in full effect right then and there. And it pained him or at least it would have pained him if he could physically feel anything.

The desperation and enthusiasm in her voice and movements, he knew him being here was cruel. That he was adding to her pain or that he would once she realized what was going on; that he wasn't really there. Because in truth, he could have simply been a hallucination brought on by her mind trying to comfort or torment her, making her see him as she did the last time. He wore the same faded blue jeans, work boots, and flannel he had that night and other times before. Whatever this or he was, it was for Natalie to interrupt, he was simply there.

Sad twitch of lips brought the smallest of smiles to his face at her enthusiastic greeting. It did not last nor did his position in that chair at the table he had never sat at before. With her final batting hand to touch him, Travis disappeared for a second before he reappeared on the bed that he had never laid in. Arm was placed behind his head to prop it up as he crossed his ankles and looked towards her. "Ya know...I can't remember if we ever stayed here or not..." he murmured, disregarding her comment and question for the time being. "Probably stayed in somethin' similar, huh?" he mused, eyes looking away from her to look at the walls.

[writearctic]

A Stupid Seed of Misunderstanding (f) - Song Mingi

wc: 1.3k

pt. 1 | pt. 2

i highly recommend reading the first part before this.

"Open this d*mn door, now!" Moon had absolutely no patience. Not when one of his best friends was being treated like this.

Mingi found it laughable that your loyal room mate was pounding on his door after Mingi discovered your dirty secret. He opened his apartment door with an amused grin spread decently across his face.

That grin was short lived, however.

As soon as Mingi's door creaked wide, he was met with a shove that knocked the wind out of him. His smirk was gone; his lips were now gasping for air as Moon lunged past him.

Moon slammed the door and yelled: "I'm f*cking gay!"

Wh- what?

Mingi's lungs felt heavy; he wished his breath hadn't returned to him because now, he wanted to stop breathing completely.

Moon noticed Mingi's retreat from his "badboy" stance and changed his tone altogether. He sat down on the floor of Mingi's apartment and explained what you weren't able to.

"Y/n and my sister were room mates in college," he huffed as he began playing with the dirty-white laces of his converse. "When they graduated, my sister got engaged and moved in with her fiance. Y/n needed someone to help with keeping the rent, and she knew me. Not well, but we've become rather close. Thus why we're still room mates."

Mingi's heart felt tight, and his knuckles were white in anger. He had absolutely no right to be upset at you earlier. He needed to hear your side of the story, but instead, he assumed things. His imagination got the best of him. In the six months you'd been dating, your love for him was nothing short of love. While he, on the other hand, jumped to conclusions, pushed your explanations away, and even called you a wh*re when you were anything but.

"I understand were you came from though." Moon's lips parted to a soft smile. "If my boyfriend was room mates with another guy, oh boy would there be some flames." He followed with a slight laugh.

He stood up. As Moon turned to go, he chimed: "Go to her. I was planning on spending the night with my guy anyways."

Once the door clicked shut, Mingi rushed to his shoes. He needed you. He needed your forgiveness. He would even beg if need be. Tears pricked his eyes as he buckled his seat belt and started the engine of his car.

He sped to your place, of course. Not in fear that you'd ignore him- he deserved that- but in full blown sorrow. He knew you were the most important person in his life; it took a huge mistake for him to realize how much he cherished you.

He needed you. And you needed him.

〰️

When Moon left your apartment, you were asleep. But after a while, you woke up in tears.

"Oh," you murmured. "I- I cried." You never knew someone could actually cry in their sleep. "Guess it takes a real hit to do that," you eased your anxious mind. Although you knew it wasn't really your fault, you placed the blame on yourself. Why didn't I tell him from the beginning? I should have invited him in when he dropped me off from our second date. Everything would be-

Mingi's desperate knocks at your door broke your thoughts. ""Y/n! Y/n, please. Please open the door." His voice was pitiful, but Mingi didn't care at all.

At the sound of his voice, you fumbled off the couch and ran to your door. As you swung it open, you instantly pressed your face into his chest. Your arms wrapped around his toned body and tightly clung to him. You were still crying; you hadn't stopped.

Mingi gasped when you flew into him, but he regained his breath with ease in your scent. He held you like his life depended on it- because it did. Mingi knew he could never live without you. His big hands rested on the small of your back as he carefully guided you into the apartment. After shutting the door with his foot, he engulfed your trembling body into his.

His arms pulled you closer until, if he held you any tighter, he would've worried about suffocating you. His tears started falling from his eyes again; he watched his wet lashes blur his view of your head against him. Then, Mingi noticed, he too was shaking.

After a while of muffled sobs, you looked at his wet eyes.

"MinMin, I- I'm sorry," you sniffled. You were on the verge of deeply crying again, so you tilted your forehead to Mingi's chest and continued to talk while looking at his untied shoelaces. "I should have tol- told you before. I didn't realll- realize it would be a bother to you."

Mingi's firm hands rested on your hips again while drawing small circles to soothe both of you. His forehead gently settled on top of your soft hair.

"Baby, no. Don't apologize." He stepped back and held your shoulders. He leaned down to fully see your red eyes and blotchy face. Mingi swore to himself right then and there too never make you cry so hard again. "You did nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing. And you have nothing to apologize for." His slim fingers brushed the hair away from your face. You continued to cry uncontrollably, and it worried Mingi.

He picked you up and carried you bridal-style to your bed. As he carefully laid you down, Mingi noticed your tiny fingers were harshly gripping the sleeves of his hoodie, and he easily shoved his shoes off. He settled next to you and took your hands in his.

"Y/n, I am so sorry. Everything I did tonight was wrong and hurt you. Y/n, baby, you're not a wh*re. You are no where near pathetic. And you are not bad. Baby, you're nothing but butterflies. I'm bad for not confronting you when I was first worried."

Your eyes weren't nearly as glossy from when you peered up at him earlier. You were flush against him- minus your face which was now focused on his. Mingi was on his elbow caressing your hair with a tender smile upon his tear-stained face.

"MinMin." Oh how he loved when you called him that. "You're not bad at all. It's not your fault; it makes sense." Mingi was hooked on you. You were addicting in every way; he couldn't keep his eyes off you. He even noticed the small giggle that fell from your plush lips. He wanted to kiss you oh-so bad.

"It hurt me when you called me those things and spoke to me in a scary tone, but I knew you were just too angry. I can never stay upset with you. Because I love you, MinMin."

Your eyes trailed along his neck then met his as you told him you loved him.

He leaned down, and Mingi's lips connected with yours. Salty tears heavily covered both your lips. It was almost not a kiss at all because Mingi kept delicately whimpering "I'm sorry" and "I love you."

You pulled him to your chest; he was drowning in your forgiveness. You hummed to him softly, desperate to calm his weakened body. He could faintly hear you over his sobs; what calmed him was you. Your scent, your body, even the vibrations he felt from your hums. You didn't notice he stopped crying because you fell asleep.

Mingi slid up to you and gracefully pulled the covers over both your bodies. He wrapped your sleeping figure under his arm allowing him to spoon you. He kissed your temple deeply before laying back down. His eyelids were heavy, and he didn't want to go to sleep just yet. But, the overwhelming pleasure of being in bed with you, convinced him this was only the first time he'd fall asleep with you beside him.

And it definitely was not the last time.

[bandomgay]

My brain to yours pt.1 b.u

Tw: blood,gore,self harm,violence,hallucinations,slight mention of an ed

Au: hey babes this is gonna be my 5th time trying to post this and i want death so bad...however if there is any confusing things or typos or things seem to quickly paced im sorry thats just my brain babey! Enjoy...i guess

Word count: 1,894

It all started when he was about 6 years old, he never spoke ever,not that he couldn't he just wouldn't, his parents were worried about his development,however nothing was ‘wrong', he had a quite developed thinking process for a child, but it wasn't a good one for his age nor was it a normal one,no child should be so terrified of talking to people and being thought lesser of as his voice shook violently while trying to say the easiest of sentences.

he understood people to early into his young life ,he got the memo that everything was too stupid and too hard to understand so he gave up . his mother took him back and forth to hospitals and child psychologists ,his mother scared for what was to come of him could this weirdness she didn't even have a name or diagnosis for develop into something more as he grew? She thought, would he be normal? Would he be like the other children who laughed and giggled at the littlest of things? Would he be happy like them? She had decided to push her concerns into the back of head deciding that maybe he was just awkward it's okay to not fit in hes a fucking 6 year old boy maybe it's not that deep.

he was now in the 3rd grade now and teachers became more and more loud and responsive with their problems, he thought maybe whatever bad stuff they had going on at home they just needed to vent threw aggressiveness and shaking hands and restless mornings,but however it was their screams he didn't care for, he looked them in the eye wondering what he had done wrong, however he didn't care enough to continually think about it, but he realized slowly that couldn't feel anything like the red faced teacher did, he’d envy the poor mannered teachers feelings if he could, just how they could get so angry and fed up with kids who were disgusting and vile and how he never felt that…... he never felt anything at all .Now he was in the 5th grade he had to repeat the 4th grade due to staggeringly low grades and his failed attempts at homework he never seemed to have remembered. Things were getting hard to remember, so hard to remember what the teacher had said in the classroom that seemed to fade away after he was picked up by his mom and the sheer silence of the drive home and his mothers sneaking looks into the mirror with furrowed eyebrows at her son who never told her how his day went.

In school it was just so easy just to drift off in the land of dark swirls and dark worlds filled with make believe that he couldn't separate from the real world that never seemed to go away and darkness he felt comfort in his head till he heard nothing but the disgusting laugh of a teacher who had looked as if she wanted to deck him in the face ( he imagined about 3 different scenarios of how that actually could have occured, he held back a giggle and a sly smirk) as she snapped her wrinkled hands in his face “earth to brendon” he heard the aged feminine voice laced with anger repeat twice but he had failed to tune into the first reminder he was too dissociated to notice, he came too but didn't understand her reasonings of not just leaving him alone and let him rot and break free and he soon heard the fits of laughter coming from children he knew he was too weak to stop.

he wanted to do terrible things to everyone in that very room including himself, a dark desire he couldn't contain from his mind but he never followed through with these type of thoughts. he could never seemed control them he thought of them like messages being sent from an unknown source in the back of his head that had an invisible connection to someone he could see but nobody else could he dared himself if he could just pull at the cord in his head he wouldn't have those those thoughts, the figure never showed up in the same form it could be the shadows of dirty rain water coming from outside showing like a projection on the dingy beat up wall rising above him to claim a mental dominance , or the rotten stain of mold on the bathroom floor that now seemed to have a charming glow yet secretive smile or the bag of dirty clothes that sat high up on its rounded edges now smiled at him and watched him threw the night .

now it was the 7th grade and things had went to shit,it was already shit but it had gotten no better, fits of depression had left him wanting to call a hitman on himself and letting himself be cut open so all the organs in his body to be shot out of him or rip his jaw and everything behind it out of his body but he was too fatigued to think about it anymore his brain seemed to have stopped working back in the 6th grade, he could never think clearly a heavy fog on his brain he could never do much for himself he found the most simple of things he couldn't do, he couldn't pay attention, he felt dizzy at random times becoming feverish and not thinking about why because he couldn't think he thought process lessen and lessened with every passing day until all there were was thoughts of gore and death,sadness and the never ending thought of killing anyone or anything that had managed to make him want death even more.

he just continued to fade in and out of reality staring into the wall for to long or unknowingly staring at the couple of people who he thought was calling him pathetic and worthless with the contradictory voice telling him he's so much better than the disgusting people he saw and that they didn't deserve to smile they don't deserve happiness even though they’d never even spoken a word to him, they were never mean to him. he started pinching,stabbing,pulling at his hair,clawing at himself hard trying to see if he could care that he'd just hurt himself he continued to hurt himself hoping somewhere in the back of his mind he start to feel things, to show him he's real everyone sees him, but his inner self knew what he was doing he wasn't just trying to see if he was a real person he was punishing himself because he couldn't do what the rest of the real kids could do he couldnt plop himeself in a hard metal chair and take a test without thinking about what a disgusting person he was, without hearing them say he wasn't shit that his brain is mush that he couldn't understand the easy directions how he could get so angry and mad without hesitation how he could imagine killing his parents im cold blood… he stomped on his own foot,why is he thinking about this why is he thinking about this why, they creeped back up on him showing him images of his brother and sisters dead and gutted his parents choking on blood and vomit pale and dying, he hated himself for thinking these things,but if it was possible for him to be completely honest with himself he didn't care if they had died or not he just didn't have the ability to care.

He couldn't look people in the face without seeing these images of grewling faces pushed together in piles of pink and red flesh crawling into each others organs which looked rotten and distorted, why was he seeing this things these disgusting things these things… he wouldn't admit to himself that everytime he looked in the mirror he tried not to vomit he tried to hard, he bashed in the mirror bloodlying his hand, his hiss echoing in the empty bathroom he couldn't go to the nurse he couldn't look her in the eye and see her like that, besides he was on the first floor and he was too weak to go all the way to the fourth floor he knew he would pass out, he felt something pooling in his stomach it was anxiety he felt the cramping in his stomach and the salivating in his dry mouth, he vomited into the sink, he hasn't eaten anything in about 3 weeks so the pain of dry heaving for almost half in hour into the sink made him dizzy and ultimately pass out. he had now awoken to bright lights that made him nauseous and whimper, he was in the hospital again. he tried so hard not look the nurses and doctors in the eye and seeing horrific images in his mind of them dead, rotten maggot filled and bloody be he regained his ability to see the normally after a while.

“Brendon honey…” his mommy's voice was there “mommy...hi mommy” he said in a broken whisper. She had realized he never calls her mommy unless something's wrong he wasn't aware that he was, he turned to the right finding an iv carefully placed into in scarily pale arm “honey...they found you in the bathroom your hand was cut up...you where passed out what...t?” she silenced herself for a moment seconds later starting up again. “They found you in the bathroom..the mirror was broken and your hand was cut pretty deep and passed out” he mouth trembled a bit, she moved his sweaty bangs out of his forehead, he felt wetness on his skin his own uniform shirt clinging to his skin he was sweating.

He didn't feel real he didn't respond properly to what she had said he only looked away.. And said “dizzy….everything hurts…” he was so surprised he felt something but if feeling was like this he didn't want it. “I d..don't wanna feel like this..can you make it stop mommy please?!” Nani was absolutely terrified she'd never been so scared for her little boy, “its gonna be okay,sweetie...i swear..to god i swear…” in this moment if she was honest she didn't believe there was a god, no god would do this to her son, she turned around after hearing the door and hard footsteps.

“Hello ms. Urie im dr. Yakima, i will be assisting and diagnosing your son” she nodded softly wanting her son to be okay. “Hey son,open your eyes for me,i'm here to help” brendon heard a much more distorted version of what the doctor had said than nani did, but then again he was fading in and out. He handed her pills and said firmly “these are anti-nausea and pain killers i'm gonna give these to him and he will feel much much better i promise..” He was right it with his cocked up eyebrow and charming smile that sparkled with calmness and reassurance that worked its way into nani. the medication  worked but not instantly. “Sit up honey..” She said softly, he followed what she said slowly with a wrecked groan and intense muscle pain however there was no rush.