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I mainly rebloged stuff but to the few people who actually interacted with the account on the regular, i was got by tumblr lol. Darkhorniside has risen from the ashes and hopefully won't be snuffed out in the next 24hours lol

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c4pti0ns

#hhhhhhhh #i likey #noisy very noisy #gif #vibe #riding #loving #dom sub stuff

igetawesome-deactivated20140522

“Now that you’ve finished can you help me with my homework big bro? Pleaase?”

#tw breeding #tw inc*st

vafteerseex

#oh i didnt know i wanted this #gif #bj #public

asarigg2

Day 3 - Monsterfucking

#dramatical murder #monster fucker #tied up #size kink is strong in this one

tongue-twists

the enlightened pervert can look beyond kink to find meaning. and then get horny about the meaning instead.

kittennextdoor

۶ৎ nsfw | your man loves when you fuck him back

You're on all fours, back arched deep as he fucked you from behind in a steady, punishing rhythm. The grip of his hands on your hips was tight, fingers digging into your skin while he drove into you over and over, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. You’d been taking it beautifully, moaning into the sheets, letting him control the pace. But tonight you wanted more.

Bracing your arms, you started pushing back against him, meeting every thrust with a roll of your hips. The second you started fucking him back, slamming your ass against his pelvis, taking him deeper, matching his rhythm, he let out a raw, broken groan. “Shit… baby,” he growled, voice thick with surprise and lust.

You didn’t stop. Every time he drove forward, you pushed back just as hard, fucking yourself on him like you couldn’t get enough. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, filthier. He stilled for a moment, letting you work yourself on him, savoring the way you were eagerly bouncing back. He loved it.

You could feel it in how much harder he got inside you, in the way his fingers flexed on your hips like he was barely holding himself together. “Fuck yes,” he rasped, voice low and rough. “That’s it… fuck me back. Just like that.”

Encouraged, you kept pushing, grinding, and slamming back onto him, giving as good as you got. He quickly matched your energy, thrusting harder, pushing into you deeper, one hand sliding up your back to grip your shoulder for leverage as the two of you moved together in a messy, desperate rhythm.

“God, I love when you fuck me back,” he groaned, leaning over you so his chest pressed against your back, breath hot on your neck. “You feel so fucking good like this.”

The two of you kept moving like that — frantic, sweaty, and perfectly in sync, until your legs started shaking and his thrusts turned erratic. With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt one last time, holding you tight against him as he came hard, your own orgasm crashing over you while you kept pushing back, milking every last drop from him.

#fanfiction #desperate #ig idk i just need to add tags

hunnismokah

nanami likes this polaroid of u

#jjk #yandere #i make the tags here #masterbate #loving #desperate

faioula16

The dark extension of your demon butler

Be aware this post contain sexual content read it at your own will

In the deep lore of high-tier demons, the void within them is not just an empty space, it is a non-euclidean pocket dimension. Sebastian has carved a specific, protected quadrant of this internal void specifically for your protection when the threat extremely serious and possess a power even greater than his. When a high-level threat breaches the manor, he pulls you against his chest, and with a soft, shifting sigh of his shadow, you sink through his body and into the interior darkness. Inside, there is no gravity, no cold, and almost no light. It is a warm, pressurized chamber of silence and relaxation. It feels like being suspended in thick, velvet-textured water space that breathes with him and pulses in time with his demon core.

The sounds of the outside world, the gunfire, the shattering glass, the wet tearing of flesh are entirely filtered out. The only acoustic presence is the massive, slow, and comforting thrum of his 'heartbeat' echoing around you like a heavy bassline. To hold you, caress you, and pleasure you while his physical hands are occupied with slaughter, Sebastian projects a portion of his active consciousness into a faceless shadow figure within the void inside him. It is a towering, anthropomorphic silhouette made of solid, writhing darkness. It has no eyes and no human features besides a hollow mouth, but it wears his height, his broad shoulders, and his precise, elegant movements. The figure is made of solid shadow, it feels like warm, heavy velvet, and its skin radiates the same furnace-like heat as Sebastian's physical form.

The figure approaches you in the weightless dark. You cannot see it clearly, but through the soul-bond, you know instantly that this shadow is Sebastian or rather an extension of his form. The faceless figure scoops your body into its massive, elegant long arms, cradling you against its chest. It begins to float with you in the warm void. Its long, shadowy fingers, soft, with no claws begin to caress your face. It traces your cheekbones, your nose, and your lips with an agonizing, slow tenderness, reassuring you of your safety while the physical Sebastian is committing a massacre outside. Sebastian’s consciousness is split in half. Outside of this pocket dimension, his physical body is moving with terrifying, silent speed, dodging bullets and severing limbs. Inside, his shadow proxy is slowly undressing you, ignoring your cute confused protesting while kissing your skin, and preparing your body for pleasure. Every gasp of pleasure you utter inside the void is transmitted directly to his physical body outside. When his shadow fingers slip inside you, his physical cock throibs with a violent, agonizing heat beneath his suit trousers while he is in the middle of a gunfight.

His enemies, would witness a terrifying, beautiful sight while Sebastian is systematically dismantling a squad of assassins with cold, expressionless eyes, his pale cheeks will suddenly take on a dark, feverish rose flush. His breathing, usually silent during a fight, will become heavy, a soft hiss escaping his teeth as his pupils dilate with a carnal ecstasy that has nothing to do with the violence around him. Sebastian is experiencing the ultimate experience of a bloody playground, his mind saturated with the high of the bloody kill outside, and the darkness within him saturated with the high of your shared pleasure inside. Inside the void, the faceless shadow figure's hands beginsl to glide over your body. Your clothes seem to dissolve into the dark mist, absorbed by his own energy, leaving you entirely bare and weightless in the shadow figure's arms.

The proxy begins to massage your breasts, the shadow-hands cup them, kneading the soft flesh in a slow, circular rhythm as you close your eyes and let yourself relax completely against his touch and enjoy the pleasure the proxy is giving you. You feel a wet, hot pressure seal over your nipple. It is his magic, mimicking the exact, heavy suction of his physical lips. The low, motorized purr of his satisfaction rumbles through the entire pocket dimension, the sound waves travel through the dark fluid surrounding you, vibrating your bones, making your clitoris throb in sync with the beating of his core. Inside the silent, warm pocket of his shadow, the rules of human physics are entirely suspended. You are floating, held in place by the gentle, firm grip of his shadow tendrils. Because there is no gravity, the shadow figure can arrange your body in ways that would be physically exhausting in the real world. It positions you face-down, your hips elevated in the weightless dark, presenting your softest curves to his desire.

The solid, warm shadow-cock, an extension of his physical desire enters you from behind. It is a slow, deeply satisfying stretch. The penetration feels like a closing of a circle, every thrust of his magic feels like his very soul is reaching through you. Outside, Sebastian’s physical body is a storm of iron and blood, he is throwing knives, snapping bones, and tearing down the final wave of intruders. Every time his physical body strikes an enemy outside, the shadow figure inside him thrusts deeper into your dripping pussy, making you moan and scream loudly while you look forward in the darkness of the void and smile in pleasure and ecstasy with a feverish blush across your cheeks. The violence of his external fight becomes the rhythm of your internal pleasure. It is a dark, beautiful symphony, a man’s throat is cut on the outside, and you let out another breathless, ecstatic moan from inside him. As the physical Sebastian corners the leader of the intruders like a cat traps a mouse against the corridor, the shadow inside you reaches the peak of its sexual pleasure. The shadow hands continue to squeeze and massage your breasts, while the shadow-cock vibrates inside you, targeting your deepest nerves.

Sebastian’s physical body delivers the final, lethal blow to the enemy, at the exact same microsecond, he allows his shadow to drive deeply against your sweet spot one final time and release inside you. You scream inside his void, your climax a violent, shuddering wave of energy that he absorbs directly into his lungs. Sebastian’s physical body outside lets out a sharp, breathless moan, his cheeks turn into a dark feverish red blush of pure ecstasy, his crimson eyes flashing fuchsia as his own physical erection ruins his trousers in a wave of hot, shared ecstasy amidst the silent pile of his victims he is standing upon. The dining room outside the pocket dimension is suddenly completely silent, save form the rain lashing against the thick glossy windows and the crackle of the flames of the grand fireplace before the long dining table. The threat has been completely, ruthlessly eliminated and now, the demon is finally ready to let his mate come out.

Sebastian does not want your bare skin to touch the blood-slicked air of the ruined room. With a soft, shifting sigh of his shadow, he pulls you out through his disguised body. With the help of his shadow tendrils they hand him a beautiful, clean, and incredibly soft cotton nightgown. Sebastian with a smooth quick movement he pulls the nightgown over your head and dresses you in it. You then gasp as the physical world rushes back, the blinding lights of the room, the smell of gunpowder and blood and the cool air. But you are already cradled securely in his physical, warm arms. Your body is completely boneless, your muscles like liquid wax from the intensity of the climax you experienced inside him. Behind him lies a gruesome, silent pile of the shredded bodies he dismantled just minutes ago. But he doesn't look at them, he simply doesn't care. His suit has been magically cleaned, not a speck of blood remains on his front, though he smells faintly of ozone and bloody victory. He looks down at your sleepy, now dazed face, his expression melting into one of absolute, doting adoration. "I have cleaned the house of the pests, my heart" He whispers, his voice returning to its smooth, velvety baritone, completely calm tone. He begins to carry you down the hallway, away from the scene of the massacre.

"You look so sleepy. Completely spent? Good. That means my...'assistant'...did its job very well" He speaks softly with his chin resting over the top of your head, while he carries you to your shared master bathroom. "I am going to give you the most relaxing, warm bath you have ever had" He murmurs rather joyfully, kissing your forehead. "I will soap your limbs until they are fresh and clean again, and then I will tuck you into the nest" He pauses at the door of your shared bedroom, looking slightly annoyed. "However...the young master is currently awake and demanding a report on the intrusion. I must...reassure him of our security before I can truly belong to you for the night" He lays you gently in the warm water of the tub filled with bubbles and rose petals, he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. "I will come back soon" He growls softly, his fangs grazing your ear's skin in a silent, possessive promise. "I am looking forward of cuddling my little one into the furrs of our nest until the sun rises" He smiles joyfully down at you and squeezing your cheek playfully yet gently before he stands up, straightening his cuffs, the perfect butler once more, leaving you to soak in the warm water, still trembling slightly from the mind-bending reality of having just been loved by the very darkness that keeps you safe.

Headcannons that lead to more lore about Sebastian's dark nature with his mate:

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#fanfic #my corn needs to be creative this is exactly it lol #demon #sebastian michaelis #monster fucker #finger #tw brutal

quezairemelchori

#gif #anal #vibe #toy

spicymotte

nightly visits

#monster fucker #demon #loving

dommmdisplay-deactivated2025040

Missionary. Lights low. Eye contact. Long strokes. Deep creampies.

cherryravish

#recorded #comic #masterbate

pixel-game-porn

#gif #public #tied up #toy #ig idk

puppybeargf

this should be me rn 😭

#furry energy #desperate #comic

elrealmclovin

Seamos 🥴

#gif

bvnnyv1

i want him leaking and whining underneath me while i pleasure him so much his mind gets all fuzzy and mixed up that he can’t even form coherent sentences anymore <33

#dom sub stuff #desperate

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