Devilish Stuff’s Crap

⚔️BLACK AND LIGHT BLACK⚔️ Any pronouns | 19 | pansexual | Irish | owner of @princey-puppy

[devilish-stuff]

Hola

This blog is *mostly* sfw so viewer’s discretion is advised

“Name”:Devil

Age:19

Irish 🇮🇪

Pansexual, any pronouns

Other account: @birdwatcherseries

Currently dating @princey-puppy and yes I am the dom

Fandoms/obsessions: The Pitt, anything to do with birds, Hellaverse, psychocuties, UTAUs, Xiu Xiu/experimental music, TADC, Omorashi, David Lynch

(In order)Fave bands: Xiu Xiu, Death Grips, Dreamcrusher, Gilla Band, Merzbow

Theme tune to my life:

[birdwatcherseries]

🪶✨Prologue✨🪶

Finally here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Word count: 1,073

Reading time: 4 mins

Landlocked on the outskirts of Yellowstone National Park lay a 2.5 mile square wall which held one of the most interesting towns in the world, the wall, 6 meters high all around with a steep angle slope at the top.

“where did this wall come from?”

“Why is it here?”

“What’s inside?”,

curious children yell from the tour bus, the bus only comes every week as to not disturb the residents from inside the wall’s shackles and, despite having a very interesting and long history it was never a popular site due to centuries long discrimination, misinformation, rumours and propaganda.

Humans evolved alongside every other animal that was around them, safety in numbers, we couldn’t have evolved with out the help of every other animal if that was them being used as food, helping us forage, looking out for predators or just simply keeping us company we lived alongside them in peace, even our predators where helpful we would eat their scraps and sometimes hunt with them, they kept any species threatening to overpopulate at bay. So we grew to love our roommates not just as friends but y’know a little bit more then just friends, the species interbreed, we were evolving and they were too, at one point nearly all of us were hybrids of each other.

The one exemption being us, humans, we were evolving faster then them so we separated our selves, hunted animals faster then any other species could, using their bodies as clothing and bones as tools and we threw the natural order off so much that everyone learned to fear us. We built houses and villages and kept livestock and hung their heads on our doors to scare any intruders away. We grew and grew and grew bigger and bigger and bigger and we saw hybrids between us and other animals as monsters that were impure and uncultured and killed as many of them as we could, we saw them as uncanny, they saw us as greedy. We killed as many of them as we could over hundreds of years more and more hybrid species were becoming extinct, except for one, The Avian Hybrids.

They were just as intelligent as us, they were half-us after all but with their ability to fly and be extremely agile with their flight they found their way to avoid us. This was a battle fought for centuries until 500 years ago, their were many avian-protesters trying their best to convince the government to give them even just an once of the rights that humans had and the government caved. They built avians a 2.5 by 2.5 miles square wall that was 6 meters high as an attempt to stop the constant violence and pressure. The project was extremely controversial causing public outrage and threats to the government, from humans, that the were letting a species that was dangerous live and not be executed, and birds, that this was oppression and not protection but the wall was not built to help birds caged but to keep humans out giving avians the option to stay or leave the walls. Luckily the project was never disbanded as the promise that many, many centuries of war may start to disappear was too good to halt.

The project was finished in December of 1525 and the avian population was starting to rise from a measly 500 to a much more appropriate 15,000, if the walls were wider then the population easily could have grown to something much more but opening any of the walls would come with many risks that overall wouldn’t be worth it.

For 500 years no one really thought that anything needed to be changed. There was a bird-cult that lived outside of the wall, kidnappings for research and even a couple school shootings and enviably these hit mainstream media in the human part of the world, the government probably won’t have done anything unless people knew about it and people did, peace protesters wanted something more then a wall to be done to protect the endangered species. So yet again the government wanted to change as advised by avian specialists they put together a plan. Send out flyers to every part of the US advertising 1 year living in the Town of Avians, this appealed to many, those who wanted to torment the birds, those who wanted to study the birds and those who, the ones the government was looking for, wanted to try and become one with them.

One kid in particular stuck out to the ones in power, Theo Agnew, he was considerate, understanding and very well researched. They set up tests to research the kids’ knowledge and he passed all of them with flying colours, their anatomy test, passed, their society test, passed etc. he was everything they were looking for and he was very eager about his opportunity. It was clear he had spend his whole life, his whole ambition, everything he had ever done led up to this. He completed the whole course answering pretty much every question correctly and all of his roleplaying scenarios all felt very natural, it was clear that he put in his whole life’s effort for this.

Obviously he was selected as he far ahead of all the other participants so the plan went as followed: he would be sent out a letter explaining that he won and a transport guide on how he would get there from LA, he would get picked up by a taxi that would drive him to the airport, a plane would bring him to Wyoming where he would a have a hotel room in Lake Yellowstone Hotel and the next day would get a bus to The Town of Avians and climb a ladder into the wall and abseil down into the town with staff helping with his possessions. He would stay with the economics teacher Secretary in her house for a whole year. His parents would be able to travel with him the whole journey except the very end but they would not be able to visit for the whole year he would live within the walls. All of this was agreed to in the paperwork that was signed at the start of the trials for this whole thing anyway and all the traveling expenses were covered for Aggie and his family.

This would change history, one boy and his passion to change the world.

[devilish-stuff]

!!!!!!!!! I did it!!!!!!!! Go read it!!!!!!

In all seriousness as a dyslexic person who has always wanted to be able to express my extremely vivid and complex imaginative my whole life and finally finding a place to put it feels sooooo nice, writing is very difficult for me and finding motivation is even harder but I’m glad I could do this and I’m already working on chapter one

[artyphex]

Like, why is it so big

[hucklerobby0bsessed]

This is so S1 Whitaker-coded

[fagsromana]

i may not have fucked that old man but by golly i sure have sexualized him

[weaponised--soul]

[princey-puppy]

Ehehe so recently, my lovely lovely partner has discoverd just *how* susceptible to pain i am!

Of course they knew the gist, that im a bit of a masochist and enjoy it, however it seems they realised that it doesnt just have to be in bed and it doesmt have to be a whip or a paddle or anything lile that, they realised that all it takes to get me absolutely melting and whimpering for them is a simple slap, not even very hard.

So now, i can be all sweet and cuddly, snuggled up with them and if they get bored or just wanna see me yelp and whimper, they slap me across the cheek.

And oh my goodness is it wonderful!!! Always veing a little on edge, waiting for the next time they get a bit bored, not knowing if i wanna flinch or feel that sweeet sweet sting! And they look so smug doing it too, fucccck i love my life

Ahem anyway im not completely pathetic at all :3

[devilish-stuff]

[catbountry]

It's that time of year again...

[rahafwabas]

What are killer sans cat's names?

Force killer to tell you his cats names

Tell them

Please don’t

Voting ended onMay 25

[rahafwabas]

[superyoumna]

[rahafwabas]

[theres-a-tvjoe]

rabbot ‘together since the start’ social media au:

Part 13/?

Masterpost

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“Wha -?” Jack’s sleepy confusion is muffled against Robby’s lips. It’s early, the sun only just starting to peek in through the curtains of their Airbnb.

“Just had to kiss you,” Robby murmurs. “Sorry to wake you. I just - I saw your post and I fucking love you so much.”

Jack smiles, sleep soft and eyes half lidded.

“Love you more,” he murmurs. “Happy anniversary.”

Robby smiles, kissing him again, deepening it and caging Jack below him. “Happy anniversary.”

[str4ymutt]

reblog if you love chubby/fat trans men. I’m doing research,,,

[pissbuddysrevived]

genuinely surprises me that some people develop their piss kink as an adult like, what do you mean you didnt grow up with a weird fixation on pee and felt deeply ashamed about it but didnt know why?

[streethorrrsey]

Meowmie Stewart

[tvgremlin]

[xiuxiuimagines]

Listening to coil makes me wish butt stuff was more pleasurable for me I know I'm missing some of the context

[skarvishere]

Dennis housesitting for Robby wanting to learn everything there is to know about the older man.

Vacuuming the whole house was really just an excuse to get into every nook and cranny of Robby's livingspace. He makes his way to Robby's bedroom, geez, it's been a while since this place was properly cleaned, hasn't it? He's thorough with it, making sure to get everything, under the dresser, on top of the baseboards, and of course, underneath the bed.

thunk

The vacuum hits something under there. A box from the sound of it. And Dennis is nothing if not curious. He knows he shouldn't, of course, but it's just a little too intriguing. And besides, it's not like anyone would ever know he secretly likes snooping around in Robby's stuff when he can't see.

He starts thinking of all the possibilities of what the box could contain as he pulls it out. Maybe childhood memories from when he lived with his grandmother? An old stuffed animal or maybe some pictures? Souvenirs from medschool or travels? Dennis is so caught up in wanting to learn about Robby's past he completely forgets about the obvious answer.

Ah

It's a bunch of sex toys.

His first reaction is to be disgusted and maybe a little disappointed, but then he takes a second. These are Robby's. These have all been, at some point, specifically picked out by Robby. They are all neatly tucked away into drawstring bags, so he can't see what they look like. All he can see clearly are the few stray condoms and some very normal-looking water based lube. But he can tell the size of the toys. He knows in the back of his mind these are probably what he would use on other people, there's no way Robby would bottom all by himself, right?

But oh, isn't it something to consider. Immediately his mind is flooded with images of his boss using the toys on himself. Robby laying on his side, using one arm to hold one leg up as the other fucks the largest dildo into himself, his face contorted in pleasure at finally being able to unwind after a long shift. Or Robby in the shower, using the suction cup on the end of another dildo to attach it to the wall, moving back and forth on it without having to bend his older knees too much. Hot water dripping down his-

This is an invasion of privacy.

Such a big one, in fact, that Dennis is afraid that if Robby knew, he'd surely throw him out of his house if not fire him altogether. He puts the lid back on the box in a hurried panic and shoves it back into place. Under the bed. Undisturbed. Forgotten. He finishes the chores he came to do and promptly leaves the house, never intending to look at the box again.

His willpower is strong enough to uphold this thought for all of three days. The second he's back in Robby's bedroom (just going in there to dust the shelves and air out the room, he swears!), he finds his gaze wandering back to the bed. To the spot he knows the box is under.

The thing is, everything else in Robby's house is very... plain. Sure, there are some personal artifacts here and there, but everything else is like a factory basic. White mugs, plain rugs, blankets, bedsheets and towels. Nothing that reflects any real personality. It makes Dennis wonder. Are the toys equally as plain? Would they all just be the cheapest, basic black silicone, just something to get the job done, it doesn't matter what they look like. Or would they reflect what Robby fantasizes about? A favorite color? Something that reminds him of someone?

Before he knows it, he's standing by the bedside again. Bracing one hand on the matrass, getting on his knees and reaching under. His hand finds the handle, takes hold and pulls it out. The lid comes off and he's met with the exact same sight as last time. Neat bags, expired condoms, lube and toy cleaner. This time though, instead of just staring at the contents, he reaches in. He picks up the bag laying on top of all the others, maybe this one was Robby's favorite? It surely had to be the last one he used.

The toy is firm and thick, he feels the flared base curve into a suction cup at the end of it. He feels the details through the soft bag, a pronounced gland and a few veins running along the shaft. Loosening the drawstrings, he grabs hold of the base and carefully removes the rest of the bag. It bobs gently in his grasp. The clear, neatly cleaned silicone shines in the dim bedroom light. And suddenly Dennis feels hungry for it. No matter what Robby uses it for, whether that be on himself or on other people, Dennis needs to know what it feels like.

He could blame his thoughts on the 12-hour shift he just got back from, or his increasing frustration with Robby being gone, or his lackluster sex life, or literally anything else. But he knows why he wants it. He wants it because it belongs to Robby. He wants it inside him because he knows Robby has touched it. He's touched it with a heavy breath and lube-slick fingers. And Dennis wants it.

No-one would know, right? If he just carefully cleans it before and after he uses it, right? If he tucks it carefully back into the bag and shoves the box back into place when he's done, it wouldn't be a problem, right? He knows his logic is ill-intentioned, but dammit he's never been so sure he wants something in his life. So he keeps hold of the toy and grabs the toy cleaner with this other hand, reading the instructions on the bottle as he makes his way to the bathroom. He rinses it, dries it with a clean towel, and rubs a thin layer of the blue-ish gel to the head and shaft, then sets it on the counter to air dry. He stares at is for all the six minutes it takes for it to fully dry.

When he's sure it's done, he takes it back to Robby's bed where he lays it gently on the sheet and grabs the lube from the box. Laying down after taking his pants and underwear off, he gets a waft of Robby's smell from the sheets. He hadn't been gone long enough for the smell to wear off yet, and Dennis feels it only increase the wetness between his legs. He had left the window open, so as he spreads himself he feels the cold evening breeze brush against him, a welcome contrast to how hot he feels. His breathing turns heavy as he drips a good amount of lube onto himself. Not that he really needed it by now, he just wanted to be sure. Anticipation boils beneath his skin as he picks the toy up and rubs it along his folds, his bottom growth making contacts with the edge of the gland and rubs along the imprint of veins along the shaft.

Taking a deep breath, he slides the blunt head in with barely any resistance. Moaning as the rest of the shaft follows smoothly. The toy wasn't the biggest in the box, but it was still both long and thick. Not enough to burn, just enough to fill him with the dream of Robby pleasing him. He pushes it as far as it will go inside him, leaving only an inch that won't fit. Groaning out of frustration at not being able to fit all of it, he wanted to be stuffed full of Robby, to take all of him at once, to be good for Robby.

He starts a slow rhythm, getting used to the size of what he now hopes is close to Robby's actual size because this felt utterly perfect. Whimpering and moaning his name into the empty room, Dennis hears the wet noises from his steady thrusts. He tries to imagine its Robby shoving the toy into him, sitting between his legs and aiming for his belly button from the inside. Fueled by the exhilarating mixture of shame, embarrassment and arousal he picks up the speed, increasing the noises coming from both ends of him.

"Touch yourself, puppy, show me how good I make you feel," the Robby in his head says. Shit, should've brought a towel, Dennis briefly thinks, but that thought was soon lost. Quickly soiling his clean hand with lube as he tugs and pinches the spot he wants it most. It's at this moment the last shreds of guilt dissolves completely and he feels himself sink deeper into the warm comfortable pit of pleasure. He allows himself to rearrange himself so he hits the perfect spot every time with the dildo and uses more and more pressure with his other hand on his dick. The rest of the world becomes a blur and all he hears is the sound of his skin smacking against lube and the voice of Robby in his head.

His boss, he thinks. His much older, positively straight and strictly professional boss. The man he has to present every patient to. The man in charge of how he does his job and the safest person to go to for advice. Dennis thinks of the immense comfort Robby represent for him. The warmth of not just his hands on his shoulder or his rare genuine smile, but of his competence during traumas or dealing with rare cases. Dennis wants to learn everything Robby knows. Wants to learn everything about him. Including how he'd make Dennis cum on his cock. How much time it would take him to find the perfect rhythm, the perfect angle, the perfect thing to say to make Dennis come completely undone in his grasp.

"Come on, puppy, you've been so good for me. You can come if you need to." Just imagining these words coming from Robby's mouth, being given his permission, is enough to send Dennis over the edge. His body tenses and arches and he desperately tries to uphold the pace through his orgasm. He fucks himself as waves of pleasure bursts through him, bitten moans and breathless gasp coming out of his mouth. The toy hits that spot deep inside him that only intensifies his climax as he desperately clenches around it.

Panting wildly, he slumps against the matrass, still keeping a firm grip on the toy inside him not wanting to let go just yet. But his sweaty body betrays him and starts to shiver in the cold air of the bedroom. Despite wanting to keep laying there with Robby's toy buried deep inside him, his logical brain is starting to come back online and he knows he needs to clean up and get back home to his own bed eventually. The reality of what he's just done seeps into his still sluggish train of thought, and he giggles a little to himself at the absurdity of it. Jesus Christ. He just used his boss' sex toy to get himself off, in his boss' bed, without ever asking permission.

Oh well, maybe he could ask for forgiveness when he comes back.

[lexirosewrites]

The Five Stages of Hucklerobby:

Denial: The ship is cute and I like the fanart, but I’m too busy for another fandom.

Anger: It’s all over my feed. They won’t leave me alone.

Bargaining: Okay, I’ll just read a few fics and see what they have available…

Depression: There’s not enough omegaverse. I know what this means.

Acceptance: I’m almost 4k words into writing the oneshot!

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