#den1als

[horrorphase]

ꜜ ﹙ ⚰️  ﹚ ﹕ this was certainly a brand new low for red creek, the register's newest print turning the publication from a respected news source into some smalltown tabloid. and yet, despite the lack of any journalistic integrity or actual investigative content, kieran couldn't just ignore its subject ﹕ bronte dubois, someone he had never really trusted, photographed having an argument with daniela estrada. thoughts were nearly consumed by all the theories running amok in his head, gaze transfixed on the newspaper on the counter, until the bell above the pharmacy's entrance chimed as another customer left. “ sorry. ” he muttered, stare moving from the image to the pharmacist, unsure how long he had been standing there just lost in his thoughts. “ here to pick up my prescription. talbot, kieran nathan. ” but he just couldn't stop thinking, couldn't stand the knots twisting in his stomach, feeling like he might just suffocate and drown if he left his thought be unspoken, unheard⸻ easier to see things in different perspectives once they had rolled off your tongue. “ bronte fits the bill, doesn't she ? ” said nonchalantly, gaze returning to the headline and the photograph underneath. “ nurses like her— they're exactly the type. angel of death, they call it. thirty percent of all female killers work in healthcare, did you know that ? ” and it wasn't lost on him that ruby could also fit the role, but there had always been something a little more off-putting about bronte ﹕ but that might have something to do with actually growing up together, being in the same classes, being able to observe her throughout all the years. “ and bronte … she's too perfect, y'know ? but it's the kind of perfect that doesn't hold up under a magnifying glass. it's like looking at a painting from far away— it's all clean lines and soft colors until you get close and see that the strokes are all damn uneven, the colors smeared. nothing really makes sense when you think about it. always social, always knows the right thing to say. but who is she, really ? ” kieran never really knew. and he was really just thinking out loud at this point, blinking as the haze of his thoughts cleared just enough to remind him of where he was. and now that he had said all that he was thinking, kieran also came to a realization ﹕ this felt easy. a little too easy. “ in cases of missing adult women, the perpetrator is also often someone they know. ” pretty obvious that bronte and daniela knew each other enough to be caught in what looked like a heated argument. still, “ but who doesn't know each other in red creek anyway ? ” @den1als

[repentulant]

⁑ it's a bit early to head to the warehouse for santi's usual tastes, but since tonight is supposed to be his last party, he might as well squeeze in the time for an hour of extra songs. he's a bit entranced by his phone on his walk, not paying much mind to who's around. the voice of the sheriff does inspired some remnants of juvenile anxiety, even if he reminds himself that he's done nothing wrong tonight. that anxiety becomes especially ridiculous when he realizes what demetrius is saying. he looks up from his phone, letting out an involuntary laugh when he's met with a cop in a vampire costume. he fakes a cough, trying to play it off. ❝ sorry, uh– sheriff vampire– i just— was not expecting the get - up. ❞

he nearly chokes on his own laughter. count dilf-ula ? who said that to the sheriff ? he covers his mouth, attempting to hide the grin. ❝ it's a solid costume, really. will totally scare people out of doin' any shit tonight. ❞

⠂ ⠀ LAST SEEN : depends . he was likely on patrol or stationed outside the warehouse so the world is your oyster . ⠂ ⠀ TIME : around 8 : 32 pm .

what is halloween ? it was understood better when he was a child ; the only time of year where you can dress up as something silly and get candy for free from your neighbors . now, as a man in his 50's with a family and a job, he couldn't fathom the idea behind it for those older . outside of dressing up... inappropriately ( slutty was in this year, as some college students said ) and getting discounted drinks, what was the appeal ?

demetrius stood in front of his police car as he watched the people explore the streets, munching on a mini snickers bar given to him by a kid . his sheriff's uniform was spick and span, saved for the obnoxious red cape hanging off his back and the fake fangs held in his hand . "my wife thought it'd be fun for me to dress up this year. 'said i need to... stop being "old" for once," he goes on about to the person not too far from him, using air quotes and rolling his eyes as he still chewed his candy.

" so yes, i am a sheriff vampire . i am not dewey from scream if he was in twilight, nor am i count dilf-ula . whatever the hell that any of that means . "

[humiliatingsluts2]

Watch me control your orgasm

I haven't been keeping up my writing so instead today I have a completely tumblr safe video. I do tell you to cum but I know most of you only deserve a ruined orgasm.

[little-computer]

Puppy's New Muzzle

(MDNI)

[t4t, soft sad!stic fem domme x pathetic mas0chistic puppygirl sub, petpl4y, fearpl4y, snvff, n3cr0philia, s4d0masoch1sm, crying, breathpl4y, suff0cation, breath den1al, teasing, praise k!nk, fake s4fe w0rd, clicker]

"What do you think of this one?" Caretaker asked. I hadn't been paying attention because I was too busy savoring Caretaker letting me sleep with her instead of in my cage. She usually only did this on special occasions, like for my birthday. I guess she was just feeling really nice today!

"Ohhh, puppy likes that one!" I responded. She was shopping for these pretty tombstone-shaped earrings and showing me different options. Caretaker always had such pretty fashion sense...

"Yeah? Puppy likes how that type of tombstone looks?" Caretaker asked.

"Mhm mhm!" I wagged my hips. Caretaker pulled me closer and kissed me on the forehead as she put her phone away.

"Good puppy!" she encouraged. I nuzzled into her. She was treating me so well tonight... "Hey, since you've been so good lately, Caretaker has a gift for you!"

"Really?" I responded as my hip wagging sped up.

"Mhm. Caretaker thinks you'll really love it." She scooted over to the nightstand by the bed and pulled the gift out of a drawer. I sat up and tried to get a good look at it.

"Is that a new muzzle for me?" I asked excitedly.

"Mhm. Does puppy wanna try it on?" she held it up to me. I quickly nodded and she replaced my old muzzle with the new one. The first thing I noticed about it was how bulky and full it was. Puppy's old muzzle was like a frame you could see through but this one was totally solid. It was so solid that I even noticed holes on the front to breath through. "That feel snug puppy?" Caretaker asked warmly. To be honest, it almost felt too snug. It seemed to have a seal around my face that pressed down hard and the straps were tight. But puppy really didn't wanna disappoint Caretaker...

"Yes Caretaker" my voice sounded a bit muffled through the muzzle.

"I'm glad you like it, you look so adorable right now." I wagged my hips and looked up at her as she knelt beside me. "I haven't even shown puppy the best part yet. Look at this" she pulled out a small device not even the size of her thumb. It almost looked like a coin on first glance. It seemed to have a plastic basin with a single sliding switch that could toggle between two states.

"What's tha-"

Click

The switch of a servo emanated from the muzzle and reverberated through my skull -- the rest of my words didn't come out. I started panicking before I could even process what was happening. I saw her cover her mouth to hide her giggle.

"Hold your breath silly! You don't wanna be breathing in all that CO2." she teased. I did as she told me, but it only stifled the panic a little. I started to realize what was happening; the mask had sealed around my face so no air could get in or out. I desperately pawed at her -- maybe if I was pathetic enough she would help me. "Need something puppy?" My forming tears were wetting my eyes almost as fast as my underwear was getting wet. I held onto her tight and tugged at her. I wanted to whimper and beg her but nothing came out. Instead, all that energy made me start faintly bucking my hips without even meaning to.

Her expression -- which had been a kind of playful amusement -- was now more sharp and harsh. She glanced down at my pathetic air-humping, then back into my pleading eyes. "Puppy has the right idea. Don't be shy." she said, angling her thigh toward me. I needed to whimper for her so bad. I pulled myself onto her and began humping her thigh with all I could. I nuzzled and clutched her hard as my building orgasm blurred with the firestorm of panic, every cell in my body screaming for oxygen, screaming to cum. Her arms remained calmly by her sides, refusing to react to puppy.

I looked up at her expression again. Her smile was mostly gone now yet she somehow looked more turned on than I'd ever seen her. We locked eyes. She offered a grain of warmth in the form of a subtle head tilt and a slight smile at me. I was starting to get dizzy now, but I could feel the orgasm coming. "Almost there darling" she encouraged, reading me like a book. I locked my head to her chest and sobbed into her tits as I came all over her thigh.

Click

I gasp-moaned -- I could breath again. Caretaker's arm gently caressed my head as I choked out a couple sobs through my heavy breaths and the stars in my vision dissipated. "Good puppy." she comforted, gently petting me as I panted into her chest. I began to calm down a little. "You can cum really fast when you have to, can't you puppy?" she teased. I look up at her and gave her my best whimper, pleading she would take pity on me -- I didn't wanna break her rule about not speaking without permission during sex, I needed to show her I was a good puppy. Caretaker acknowledged my effort with a half smile before continuing. "Isn't it incredible they can fit Bluetooth into something this small?" she showed me the device between her fingers. I felt my legs trembling and my eyes watering at the very sight of it.

Click

Her thumb moved up a quarter of an inch and I couldn't breath again. The panic and tears returned immediately, having just barely left in the first place. I looked at her face and pleaded with my eyes. She looked down at me for a moment, drinking up my expression.

Click

"Oops, sorry puppy, my mistake." she said casually. "They really shouldn't have made the switch so small, huh?" I tugged at her and tried my hardest to whimper at her through my panting -- pleading her with my eyes to give me permission to speak. I needed to beg her to let me breath, I needed to promise to do anything she wanted, I needed to submit to her. "It's ok puppy, you can speak" she said.

I pleaded "Pl- please Caretaker, please let me-"

Click

"Just kidding" Caretaker could barely hold in her laugh. She looked down into my eyes. She tried to cover her mouth but only managed to hold it in a couple seconds. Puppy felt a droplet of spit hit my cheek as she laughed in puppy's face -- I leaked a little. "Well? What are you waiting for puppy?" Caretaker managed to get out in between laughs. She nudged her thigh forward slightly.

I smeared the cum from my previous orgasm all over myself as I desperately bucked into her thigh. With my eyes locked to hers, I non-verbally told her out badly I needed to breath, how panicked I was getting, how I would do anything she wanted me to do, anything. Caretaker smiled back at me warmly, her eyes were glistening with euphoria at the sight of my desperation. With her free hand, Caretaker guided my hand down to her cock. My eyes widened with hope at the chance to earn my right to breath.

I was getting dizzy now but I focused all I had; I nuzzled my head into her shoulder and started touching her, making sure I didn't stop humping. The room was completely quiet except for the faint sounds of friction of the sheets, the steady hum of a radiator in the background, and Caretaker's occasional giggles. Seconds passed. My tears dripped onto her neck. Desperation grew unbearable. I realized this wasn't working, I needed a new idea. I tried scooping a handful of my cum from her thigh to spread it on her cock but my hand was shaking so bad I spilled it on the bed. She laughed at that. My body screamed for air. I tried again and managed to get some of my cum onto her without spilling. I desperately stroked, praying that my cum was a worthy enough lubricant to get her off.

I looked up at her face to see if any of this was working; she was just grinning at me. She looked so turned on but I just knew that it had nothing to do with my pathetic attempts to pleasure her -- or maybe my failure was exactly the reason. She cocked her head, amused. "You can always use your safe word if it's too much puppy" she said playfully. My eyes widened with hope again -- I remembered our nonverbal safe word and began desperately tapping her stomach with my hand. I knew relief would come any second come on come on. I looked back to her face to see what was happening. Her mouth was open in playful look of shock "Aww I can't believe you actually believed that. Caretaker has to work on her sarcasm, doesn't she puppy?"

I was trembling. The desperate screams for air coming from every corner of my body were drowned out by the growing realization that Caretaker might actually kill me, that puppy had no way to stop her. The tears were flowing now -- I was so scared to die. My head was hurting so much too. I had to cum, she let me breath last time I did, it was my only hope. I focused on humping her leg but I was getting weak now. My grip on her was loosening. Fuck, maybe this was it. I limply looked back up at her, my vision only half-working. She looked right into my eyes and then past them. She was lustful at getting to watch me die.

I only had one more idea. As I looked into her thirsty eyes, I imagined her using my corpse after she killed me. I imagined how turned on she'd get fucking my lifeless head. I imagined her moans and laughs. I felt the tingle of an orgasm. I imagined her cumming inside my body, cumming harder than she ever did when I was alive. My orgasm was growing. I tried to move my hand down to help myself -- I felt so guilty, I knew it was against the rules but I was so desperate to live. I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I kept thinking to myself. Caretaker gently deflected my hand with a giggle -- I had no strength left to resist.

Focus puppy, focus. I continued weakly humping her thigh, now imagining her burying me somewhere remote, her looking down at my body splayed in a dirt hole. I imagined us both in that grave, covered in dirt, as she decides to use me one last time. I was so close, so close. My vision was cutting out now. My arm flailed for the remote -- Caretakers' arm gracefully dodged, barely even having to move. "Bye bye, puppy" she teased. Something about that was enough to send me over. My cock trembled and a few exhausted drips of cum slid down the side of her leg. "Aww, was that you cumming a second time? Soo adorable. I'm impressed you managed to pull that off at the last possible minute puppy, I really am." My muscles gave up. I collapsed against her soft shoulder. I had no strength left as the world began to fade away. "Don't worry darling, I'll put your pretty puppy corpse to good use. You were such a good pet for me. Go to sleep now baby."

[ru1nm3]

I just need a man, who will ignore my cunt and fuck me only in the asshole

[redcreekfm]

members , please unfollow @den1als !

[ins1ders]

○    NOW DELIVERING TO . . .    ⏤ @den1als!

KINGSLEY COMES TO ATTENTION WITH A SNAP as he notices who is near him . kingsley raises his hand to his forehead , in a salute . " in this police state society , where we as a people are imprisoned rather than rehabilitated , and you work to keep this society established - i greet you , demetrius kelly the third , sir . " his voice is quiet yet determined , like billows of cigarette smoke . speaking of which , he's holding his joint in his left hand . he looks at it , then at the sheriff . " . . . do you want a puff ? "

[lonelela]

TIME: afternoon around lunch time PLACE : red creek pharmacy WITH : ruby grier , @den1als

with the weather changing, it was only a matter of time before someone in the santoro household got sick and this time it was her little sister. lela had taken her to the doctors and the little girl was put on antibiotics which were promptly ready at the pharmacy. since her own mother wasn't going to get out to get them, lela took it upon herself to head to the pharmacy. when she got there and the sign stated they were out to lunch, she let out an exaggerated sigh. "of course it's closed," she muttered to herself. "do you know what time they open back up?"

[hypnotiscd]

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" hey ! " nadia hops up onto the empty seat next to roman with a lot more enthusiasm then she showed him last night . the self - reminder is enough to cause a sharp stone of guilt slide down her stomach . if the bar wasn't as empty as it was right now , nadia knows she wouldn't be so brazen . her guilt slides further within her . " sorry about last night . " THE IGNORED WAVE . the flash of hurt on his face as nadia turned away . " i didn't recognise it was you . " a lie , a lie , oh , a lie .

[ru1nm3]

Female

Age: 36

Pronouns: piece of shit, pig, cunt

Location: East Europe

About me: Fat, stupid ang ugly, slut, gender traitor

Into: Humiliation, blackmail, degradation, misogyny, tickling, head shave, fr33 use, orgasm denial, ruining orgasm, breeding, lezdom, r@ping, pain sl4t, fat shaming

Limits: blood, scat, knife play, gore, diapers(find it stupid)

I beg you to humiliate and degrade me as you want, please.

[inadeqcies]

○    NOW DELIVERING TO . . .    ⏤ @den1als !

ricardo brushes back some of his hair that ungracefully fell onto his forehead . he's still re-buttoning his crisp white shirt when he looks to ruby . " were you still yelling at me or is that done now ? " his heartbeat is very slowly but surely returning back to normal , a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead which he dabs away at . next is his trousers but his eyes instead zero in on ruby and the way she looks when she's QUIET for once . a lazy smirk colours his mouth . " you were yelling very differently just moments ago , i mean . if that's the kind you want to resume , let me know . but i only have 20 minutes before my next meeting . "

[po57c0nt3n7]

❗are you two finally dating

> N0, she's 1n den1al

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

Meenah: dying sounds pike it sucks barnacles how do yall carp with being mortal

Porrim: Vio+lent o+utbursts, general sluttiness,

Rufioh: thanks to den1al... 1’m 1mmortal!

[ins1ders]

○    NOW DELIVERING TO . . .    ⏤ @den1als !

one serve for her , one serve popped in the microwave , one serve in a container to drop to josie . dinner has a set routine that's stayed this way for a while . once upon a time it used to be two dinner plates at the table . then josie was born , and a smaller one was added . but over the years , more plates have left and never returned . THAT'S WHAT GROWING OLDER MEANS . by habit still , renee still looks at her phone , half expecting a text or phone call from her brother . but for years the screen has stayed empty . ' can i borrow $200 ? ' imprinted as the last message she ever received from him . lost in her thoughts , she almost jumps as the front door opens . renee's fingers pause from where they've been gently encircling the rim of her wine glass . she can tell those footfalls from planets away . the part of her that always remains for demetrius fizzes at the familiarity .

AND THERE HE IS . her husband , in one piece , a sight that never fails to let her exhale in relief . " i wasn't expecting you home so early , kd . " she says , pleasant surprise ingrained in her voice . a smile that only ever lights up around him graces her lips . " i just popped your dinner in the microwave but i think it might actually still be warm . " she can't remember the last time this has happened . it feels like a thrill , a rollercoaster only bound upwards . she turns , moving with ease and opening the microwave , pulling out the plate of pilaf . " new recipe . not my best work , but we have leftovers for days now . " she still hasn't gotten used to cooking in appropriate batch amounts , a fault she's kept even through josie's teens who'd groan and say ' leftovers again , mum ? '

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[c1rcumspect]

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