In the heart of a quiet town stood an old, eerie hospital that had been abandoned for years. Its once vibrant halls were now cloaked in darkness, and the air hung heavy with a chilling silence. Legends whispered tales of the hospital's haunted past, and those who dared to venture inside experienced inexplicable terrors.
One stormy night, a group of curious teenagers decided to explore the abandoned hospital. Armed with flashlights and trembling with excitement, they cautiously entered its decrepit walls. The sound of their footsteps echoed ominously through the empty corridors, as if the hospital itself was trying to warn them of the horrors that awaited.
As they ventured deeper into the hospital, they stumbled upon a room with flickering lights. Inside, they discovered a dusty operating theater, filled with outdated surgical instruments and blood-stained gurneys. It was said that this room was once used for experimental procedures, and the spirits of those unfortunate patients still lingered, seeking vengeance.
Suddenly, a chilling coldness enveloped the room, and the teens felt an otherworldly presence. Shadows danced on the walls, and whispers echoed in their ears, growing louder and more chaotic. The air turned heavy with the stench of antiseptic, even though the hospital had long been abandoned.
One by one, the teenagers felt an invisible force pulling them towards the operating table. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they realized they were trapped, unable to escape the supernatural grasp of the hospital's dark history. The room filled with the agonized screams of those who had suffered within its walls, blending with the terrified cries of the teenagers.
In a desperate attempt to break free, they mustered the last of their strength and ran towards the exit. But the hospital seemed to have a mind of its own, twisting and changing its layout with each turn. The walls closed in on them, trapping them in an endless maze of hallways, each one more sinister than the last.
As the night wore on, the teenagers grew weaker, their courage waning with every step. They could feel the hospital's malevolent energy draining their life force, feeding off their fear. It became clear that their fate was sealed, forever trapped within the haunted hospital's nightmarish grasp.
To this day, locals warn others to stay away from the abandoned hospital, for it is said that the tormented souls still wander its halls, forever seeking release from their eternal torment. The hospital stands as a chilling reminder of the darkness that can consume even the most sacred of places, leaving behind only fear and despair.
Once there was a girl named Niyah, who lived in a bustling city overshadowed by towering skyscrapers. Niyah was a spirited child with a boundless imagination, finding solace in the busy streets amidst the chaos of urban life.
Tragically, Niyah's life was cut short by a cruel twist of fateâa devastating accident that snatched her away from the world too soon. Her family mourned her loss, struggling to come to terms with the emptiness left behind by her absence.
But unbeknownst to them, Niyah's story was far from over. In the vast tapestry of existence, her soul was destined for another journeyâa journey that would see her reborn in a new form, far removed from the world she once knew.
As the years passed, Niyah's soul found its way into the body of a small, fragile creatureâa stray cat wandering the dimly lit alleys of the city. Confused and disoriented, Niyah struggled to comprehend her new existence as she navigated the harsh realities of life as a stray animal.
Gone were the days of laughter and adventure, replaced by the relentless struggle for survival in a world fraught with danger at every turn. Niyah longed for the warmth of human touch, the sound of familiar voices, but her cries went unheard amidst the clamor of the city.
Each day was a battle against hunger, loneliness, and the ever-present threat of predators lurking in the shadows. Niyah's spirit waned as she yearned for the life she once had, the memories of her past existence fading like distant echoes in the wind.
And so, Niyah's days passed in a blur of hardship and despair, her once vibrant soul now confined to the cold, unforgiving streets of the city. In her quiet moments of solitude, she would gaze up at the twinkling stars above, longing for a glimpse of the world she left behindâa world where she was once a girl named Niyah, full of hope and dreams, now lost in the endless expanse of time.
you're talking abt complaining WHILE making a complaint. if you don't like opinions, this app aint for you sugar đ. we don't need to see you guys black-erizng NON BLACK aot characters, but since yall wanna, how abt someone write a "eren x black! prostitue! heifer! reader w/ a slave kink??"
stg you people bring race into everything. some content just need to stay in the notes app đ€·đ»ââïž.
so I intended to take some time off of social media to spend time with my friends, family, boyfriend (especially my bf and my little sister that just graduated) but since yall wanna fucking play, I got something for you :).
first and fucking foremost bitch, you're a pussy. cause you can't be bold without hiding behind anon. second, MY opinion seemed to reallllllly hit you in your soft spot, huh?
"black-erizng" two things, a: you missing off an "i" in "erizng" you dumb fuck and b: thats corny... as fuck.
No one is trying to turn AOT characters black. you sound DUMB as HELL.
you really seem to have a problem with how these amazing black writers want these FICTIONAL characters to speak.
yall are SERIOUSLY getting your drawls in a twist over THIS???
bro canada is burning down, global warming is getting out of hand, antarctica is sinking, a fucking submarine with ACTUAL people inside it went missing a few days ago, school shootings are increasing every month, the economy is fucking crumbling and you're worried about a man that dont even exist saying "ma" be so astronomically fucking for real bitch.
and with that little fic suggestion you THOUGHT was funnyâis this your way of asking someone to write about you? do you go out at night, plastering your fucking pussy in the middle of the road for money that can't even buy bread and then go home and say "ugh, i wish i could see myself in a story one day."
don't get it twisted, aint nothing wrong with getting a bag, everybody loves money but nobody wants to see a story about a sketchy whore who thinks the world revolves around them because of their skin colour.
all of this fucking BAFFLES me bro.
if i get shot and you get shot the same time I do, we're both gonna bleed blood.
what is the issue?
and the "slave kink" you're actually disgusting. you're nothing.
people like you make me wish some women loved and cherish their fucking punani đ§đŸââïž. like honestly, this is not comedic at all. whyyy did your mother's vajay-jay HAVE to be activated the night both she and whatever fucking man she slept with decided to get frisky.
you're a waste of carbon matter.
you are the most vilely revolting thing to ever drop out of pumpum.
now fuck off & let me be. for the love of fucking christ.
let me enjoy life đ.
I need to go on an entire hiatus because of this app dawg.
if anyone needs to contact me elsewhere my discord is: veahdarulaa#4858
18+, minors/blank accounts do not follow/interact or will be blocked
miguel joined the military right after he lost his wife and daughter, he figured he could numb his pain better this way, take out his pain in the field. his eyes still never lit up like they did all those years ago. but it was the small things that made it better. he would always love his wife and his daughter. but he knew he had to move on at some point.
when he returned with no one holding any signs for him and nothing but a taxi to get him home, watching his friends hug on to wives, children, parents and all⊠he realized how lonely he was. he just needed someone to hold for a few days when he was here.
he didnât exactly go looking for you. but with one click on a website and a few scrolls down, he eventually came across your profile.
you wanted to co-parent a child, needed a sperm donor and had a lot of good qualities from what he could tell. it was a way for him to finally fulfill his paternal instincts and to cope. it was probably the unhealthiest thing but he knew he couldnât replace his daughter nor his wife, but this was a better thing.
he wanted to do it the natural way. he didnât believe in any other methods. he wanted to be inside of you, to feel you milk him down and clench around him. he wanted to watch your face contort intoïżŒ pleasure and to hear those pretty precious sounds. he wanted to make a baby not just leave you with a bottle of his sperm, he wanted to fuck a baby into you and to put his hand on you belly so that he can feel himself filling you up. he wanted to see lots of it spilling out of you and to use his thick fingers to fuck it back inside of you.
and he wanted to do it as many times as he could before he was called back out, he wanted to come back and to see your belly swelled and to hold you in the night.
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Miguel OâHara doesnât fall in love with just anyone.
But⊠every time he sees you around the office, his hands almost inch towards you like a moth would a light. Something ignites in him that he canât explain, but he canât help but want so much more of you.Â
He likes to give you bagels and coffee during your breaks. (haha) Your work almost seems to magically disappear, and youâre a lot of the time left to finish up the easy stuff. Somehow, heâs even managed to sit with you for lunch, the rest of the spider-people in the cafeteria staring at the two of you while you eat.Â
The entire building, all of the spider-people seem to know the happenings between you and Miguel, and they love it. Itâs become somewhat a staple gossip within the workplace. Â
The Indigenous people of the Americas first domesticated the strain of corn which produces popcorn thousands of years ago.
Europeans learned about popcorn from Natives. When Cortes invaded Mexico, and when Columbus arrived in the West Indies, each saw natives eating popcorn, as well as using it in necklaces and headdresses.
In fact, popcorn artifacts dating back to 6,700 years ago were discovered in Peru.
Something that a lot of people probably do not know, is, that it is not only Pride Month, but also Indigenous People History Month. And I think that it is something that often gets overlooked. Even in Diversity Discussions Indigenous people often get forgotten.
Yesterday this one article got pushed into my Twitter timeline and I thought I was gonna share it here. I watched about half of the movies and they were all pretty darn good. Especially Blood Quantum.
June is National Indigenous History Month, and there's no better time to enjoy some Indigenous-made entertainment. Check out these recommend
For Your Ears Only | When MC Sends Them Audio Porn
THE DEMON BROTHERS
4.4k words | NSFW | gn!Reader | Smut and Depravity
Content warnings: Mentions of sex toys, masturbation, sexting (audio/photos), oral sex (m! and gn! receiving), teasing, light dom/sub undertones, consensual recording of sex acts, penetrative sex, phone sex, mutual masturbation, pet names, praise kink, sex acts/masturbation in semi-public spaces, strip tease, oral fixation, cum eating, creampie, overstimulation, light degradation, dream sex, consensual somnophilia.
You: for your ears only đ
â¶ïž Attachment: missingyou.mp3
You relax into the mattress with a sigh and let the D.D.D. slide from your grip onto the sheets. Your breathing is finally back to normal, and you swallow thickly as nerves and lust and a hint of embarrassment wash over you. Youâve sent your lover dirty texts and teasing photos before, but this was different. You sent the audio clipâroughly two minutes' longâwithout listening to it first; you were worried that if you did, you might lose your nerve and scrap the whole idea.
Curiosity gets the better of you, and you finally listen to it yourself. The quality is impressive and better than you expected since youâve never tried making something like this in the past. (You're slightly aroused listening to yourself too, so you can only imagine what their reaction will be.).
Thanks to some careful planning beforehand, your soft sounds and whimpers and curses are crystal-clear without any background ambient noises. The toy you used squelched obscenely with lube and cum as you moved it against and inside your body. The recording even picked up the faint sounds of your squeaky mattress creaking under your weight when you came so hard, your trembling body shook the bed.
You still feel an inkling of desire not yet sated, and you resist the urge to reach for your toy again. You squirm imagining your lover storming through the door and finding you like this, or maybe theyâll call you and you can listen to them get off too? You rub your thighs together as your body tingles with all the possibilities.Â
Your glance at the phone in your hand and ponder what to do while you wait for a response.
LUCIFER // a test of patience
Lucifer puts his phone to his ear, and after a few moments of staticky silence, he finally hears you. He's memorized all your sounds, having drawn them from your body so often by now, and he can perfectly imagine the way your body moved as your fucked yourself with your toy. He wonders which toy you usedâhe gifted you several in your collectionâ and whether you did this in your bed or his.
It's only his sheer stubbornness and force of will that keeps him on the RAD campus, instead of abandoning his responsibilities to rush to you.
When he returns home, you notice that he seems mostly like himself, and maybe if you didn't know him that well, the subtle changes would escape you. His eyes are darker when he looks at you, and he finds silly excuses to touch you: a hand on your shoulder as he passes you at the dinner table, pretending to pull a stray piece of fluff off your shirt. He leans closer to you when he speaks to you, pressing his chest against your back while he murmurs quietly in your ear. His lips brush against you when he speaks, and you can feel him smile against your skin when you shudder.
You understand that this has turned into some kind of game. Heâs teasing you and testing your reactions, and you know heâs waiting for you to break first. You refuse, no matter how much you might want to, and neither of you bring up the recording you sent him earlier.
He finally seeks you out in the library after dinner. "Come to my room in thirty minutes," he says quietly when he cups your cheek with his gloved hand. He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. "Such a lovely gift deserves a reward."
When you stand up and try to follow him immediately, he looks at you sternly and it freezes you in place.
"I've been patient all day," he reminds you with a gentle rebuke, "so I think you can wait a little longer, too."
His footsteps echo down the hall as he walks away from the library. You try to focus on your book, but you keep re-reading the same passage and your eyes dart impatiently to the clock across the room. Time passes so slowly, and by the time youâve waited half an hour like he asked, youâre nearly vibrating with anticipation and the inside of your underwear is damp with your arousal.Â
You knock on his bedroom door and slip inside. The room is dark, but you can see Lucifer sits on the bed with his legs cross. Candlelight from the mantle flickers across his skin and bathes him in wispy shadows and his deep, red eyes glow as he stares at you. You mightâve started this game between you, but his hungry smirk tells you what you both know: youâve lost, and heâs won.
He pats something next to him on the bed, and you nearly gasp in surprise when you realize he fetched the toy you used earlier from your room. How did he know which oneâ?
âI was so impressed by your performance earlier, that I was hoping for a repeat performance," he murmurs casually, ignoring your shocked expression.
Itâs not that you donât want to, but his request catches you off-guard. He stands from the bed and reaches for the hem of your shirt so he can tug it over your head and toss it aside. His eyes roam your bare skin and you melt into him when he pulls you flush against his chest. Your nipples harden against the fabric of his shirt, and you shiver in his arms when he kisses your jaw.
âUnless you donât want to?â he asks quietly. He pulls back and tries to read your expressionâhe can sense your hesitation, and no matter what he might want, he would never dream of forcing you to do something youâre uncomfortable with.
âIâd rather have your cock instead,â you admit, and it comes out as a needy whine that makes your cheeks warm.
Itâs a brutally honest honest answer, but youâre not capable of anything else: Lucifer wants your honesty, and youâre so riled up from his subtle teasing this evening that you canât seem to filter your thoughts.
âPerhaps I can give you a little taste for motivation, hm?â he drawls, and his gloved thumb runs along your bottom lip. His eyes glitter wickedly when you lower yourself to your knees and reach for his belt.Â
He fishes something out of his pocket as you undo his fly, and you realize itâs his phone. âLetâs see how beautiful you sound with your lips around my cock. I would love to see how it compares to your solo performance,â he admits quietly, and you can hear the eagerness in his rough voice.
You nod slowly to give him permission, and his eyes glitter with wicked excitement. He taps the Record button on the screen just before you swallow him down and moan greedily at his taste.
MAMMON // doesnât care how, he wants you now
It doesnât matter where Mammon isâthe club, the casino, a photo shootâas soon as he starts listening to that recording you sent him, heâs already abandoning his plans so he can come to you. He bites his lip to keep himself from groaning your name, unless heâs somewhere noisy where his frustrated exclamations will go unnoticed.
(Fuckinâ hell, baby, youâre so fuckinâ hotâ)
He doesnât even have to listen to the full thing, either. When the first soft moan falls from your lips, his cock is already stirring in his pants. He rushes to his car and speeds home, playing the recording on repeat over and over until he can see you.
Heâs never felt so desperate, but heâs greedy for more of you, all of you. All your little whimpers and sighs, and the obscene squelching sounds as you fuck yourself and beg for himâtheyâre all his.
He rushes through the front door, gliding past your bedroom and marching straight to his own. When he opens the door, the scent of your arousal and cum makes him stagger in the doorway like he's intoxicated by you. Youâre naked and writhing on his bed, thrusting the toy in and out of your greedy hole, while you whimper his name. The wet noises your body makes are even more visceral in person, and he canât wait anymore.
He rips open his belt and tugs his pants down enough to pull out his cock. He crawls onto the bed and kneels between your legs. He stares at the toy that disappears in and out of your body. Your skin is wet with cum and lube and you sound so hot and you smell so fucking good.Â
He wraps his hand around yours so he can move the toy with you, and it's a little faster and deeper than you managed on your own. Youâre so close and you donât want to stop, but Mammon stares at you with his mouth hanging open and it's almost enough to undo you and he's barely touched you.
âIâm so close,â you whine. His eyes glow like molten gold as he moves his hand a little faster, grinding the toy inside you and brushing against that soft, spongy spot that makes your whole body tremble.
âYeah, câmon babe, lemme hear you,â he pleads, and he doesn't care how desperate he sounds because he wouldn't trade this for all the fuckin' grimm in the world.
His bedframe rattles when you come with a hoarse cry. He teases you through the aftershocks until you whine try to clench your thighs shut around his hand. He finally lets the toy slip from your greedy hole, and he tosses it aside so he can kneel between your legs instead. Your legs are still shaking, and he guides them to rest on his hips.Â
âReady, babe? Nice and stretched for my cock?â he groans as he teases your entrance with the head of his cock.
You nod and roll your hips to encourage him, and you both moan against each other's mouths when he finally plunges inside you and claims your body for himself.
LEVIATHAN // dirty little secrets
Leviathan isnât a stranger to porn. He pretends he doesnât have a collection of videos and adult games with characters that look suspiciously like you, and you pretend you donât know he has them. He doesnât really need them anymore, and heâs slowly replacing his collection with videos and photos of you instead: you're the real deal, the attractive-as-hell human that wastes their time with him for reasons heâll never fully understand.
There are nights when you canât be together, like tonightâhe doesnât want to keep you awake with the all-night gaming event he's taking part in. You reassure him that it's okay and you understand, but you go to your room and lay in bed, thinking about him and missing him. You send him your little gift anticipating he'll listen to it at some point tonight before you fall asleep.
When his guild calls for a break, he listens to the recording through his gaming headset and heâs hard almost instantly. His body burns with embarrassment, and he hates how desperate he feels when he scrambles to pull down his pants and palm his weeping cock. Your first whimper of his name makes him whine.
He fumbles with his phone so he can call you, and you answer almost immediately. He groans when he hears the familiar sound of your creaky bed springs in the background as you continue touching yourself without him.
âMy greedy little boy,â you coo breathlessly in his ear when you answer his call. âDâyou want more already?â
He nods even though you canât see, and his throat bobs when he swallows around the lump in his throat. âYeah, fuck, you sound so goodââ he trails off into a long moan.
He doesnât even realize heâs stroking his cock in time with the wet, slick thrusts of the toy plunging in and out of your hole. He knows how shameful and pathetic and weak he is, but he's so fucking hard and needy for you that he can't bring himself to care. âWanna come, make me come, please, I want you so badââ he babbles in your ear.
Your airy chuckle is punctuated by your own whimpers and moans. âCome for me, baby, let me hear you come too.â
Those words trigger his own release, and he bites his lips to muffle the shout as his cock shoots thick ropes of sticky release up his belly. He keeps going, hips jerking from the sensitivity, until you groan out his name and all the other noises on your end of the call go silent.
âHow dâyou feel, baby?â you murmur in his ear when his breathing calms down. âDid you make a mess for me?â
He winces at the mess covering his shirt and his hand. âY-yeah, itâsâŠa lot.â He sounds so uncertain. He's doubtful that you like how out of control he is when he's with you, and he wonders if his desperation is what might eventually drive you away from him.
âSend me a picture of how sloppy you are, then clean up and go play your game.â The call disconnects and he scrambles to do as you ask. He sends you a photo of his cum-soaked shirt, his sticky, wet pelvis, and his half-hard cock resting against his thigh.
He worries that you might be disappointed when he hits Send. His phone pings with a reply, and he sighs with relief as your praise warms him though and he basks in your love and approval.
You: Good boy.
SATAN // self-care
Satan has a bad habit of overworking himself and denying that he does it. He spends longer nights hunched over the desk in the library while he studies, or he holes up in his room when he reads.
Today, he skipped lunch at RAD and now heâs shrugging off dinner, too. He gives you a weak excuse about needing to study some more. You want to be supportive, but he needs a break. You know that if he were in your position, he'd be saying the same thing to you.
You go to your room and think about how lonely it's been without him these past couple days. You lay back on your bed with a satisfied hum and hope your little surprise entices him to finally indulge in some much-needed self-care.
It doesnât take long before he knocks on your door and lets himself inside. Heâs panting like he just ran down the stairs from his room. The front of his pants are tented and you canât help the breathy laughter that bubbles out of you when you imagine him rushing through the house looking like that.
âOh, you think this is funny, do you? You little teaseââ his words are pointed but his tone is playful. He tries to smother a wicked grin when he steps to the edge of your bed; he admires the sheen of sweat glistening on your skin, the discarded toy still slicked with lube and traces of your release, and your half-lidded, bright eyes that promise him more.
You reach for him and run your hand over the outline of his cock and you smile when his hips buck towards you. Youâll give him anything he wants as a reward for finally listening to you, and he knows it. He asks you to swing your legs over the edge of the bed, and he kneels on the rug and pushes your thighs apart. His tongue licks long, slow stripes against your tacky skin and he moans when you run your fingers through his hair.
He unbuckles his belt and slips his cock free so he can jerk off while he chases the taste of your cum that still stains your skin. All your little noises sound so perfect even when heâs buried between your legs. He cleans up the mess you made of yourself while he makes one of his own.
By the time you whimper and tug at his hair from the sensitivity of coming more than once under his sinful mouth, heâs hard again and ready to fuck you properly.
ASMODEUS // a game for two
Asmodeus adores these little games you play together. Heâll send you a picture, you send him one back thatâs just as naughty. Itâs a nice way to build anticipation throughout the long, boring days when he can't sneak you away for some alone time.
Most of the time, it's not a problem. Heâs the Avatar of Lustâhe knows how to keep some semblance of self-control. Or he did, until he made the mistake of listening to that video you sent him between classes. Heâs stuck at RAD while youâre waiting for him at home. He knows his options: he can skip class and go home where he knows you're waiting. Or, he can give you a taste of what you want and let the excitement simmer until later when desire finally boils over.
Being a student council officer has its perks. Asmo can walk into an unused office in a quiet part of the building without being hassled. He can lock the door and hop onto the edge of the large desk without being lectured about propriety or manners.
He lets your recording play on loop while he switches to the camera app on his phone. It's not loud enough to draw too attention from outside, but he can still hear each lovely sound you make; they send little jolts of pleasure shooting down his spine.
He leans back on one hand while he takes a photo and sends it to you.
Asmodeus: Like what you see, darling?
His grin sharpens and becomes more feral with each new picture he sends you. In the first photo, the collar of his uniform is unbuttoned and the shirt hangs loose across the top of his chest. In the next, his uniform jacket is gone and his shirt is completely unbuttoned; he makes sure you can see how his nipples hardened in the cool classroom air. The third photo is focused on his lower belly and the outline of his cock straining against the zipper of his slacks.
He waits for your enthusiastic response before he unzips his fly and tugs his boxer briefs down. In the next photo, his hand is wrapped around his cock, and you can just see the tip that's trickling a stream of pre-cum onto his fingers.
You send him a new pictureâyour hand between your legs, mid-stroke along the edge of your arousalâand he starts jerking himself off too. Fuck it. He's too impatient to stave off his desire for you any longer, but it's so hot that he knows you're doing this together.
After he comes, he sucks one of his sticky fingers into his mouth and sends you one last picture; he bites his lip and stares when you send him a picture of yourself doing the same.
BEELZEBUB // impulse control
Beelzebub struggles with his insatiable appetite. If there's something he wants, heâs willing to rampage through the Devildom to get it. Youâre careful about timing the little treats you send him to whet his appetite for you. When you send Beel something teasing or provocative, itâs not about driving him into an uncontrollable rampage (youâve already learned that lesson)âit's about showing him how much you love him and miss him and want him. (And to keep him from getting too distracted by food on his way to see you.)
He doesnât usually skip meals, especially after Fangol practice, but tonight he walks past the dining room to your bedroom door. After he lets himself in and locks it, he stares at your naked body laid across the bed. The musky scent in the air from your earlier activities makes his mouth water. He starts drooling from the corner of his mouth; heâs too distracted to notice, and youâre too enamored to care.
You make room for him between your legs, and his large, warm hands wrap around your ankles. He tickles you gently and glides his hands up your calves and over your knees. He rubs his hands over your soft, fleshy thighs; he spreads them apart even more while his gaze lingers on the glistening skin between your legs. He salivates even more at the sight of lube and slick and cum on your toy, and he licks his lips.
The only message he sent you after he listened to your recording was a request to keep your toy the way it is. It's beside you on the bed, and his eyes darken with lust and hunger when he sees that you did as he asked. He picks it up and examines it; it's not nearly as girthy as he is, but it's still an impressive size. He makes a show of licking it clean, and after a few greedy swipes of his tongue, youâre squirming with desire rather than embarrassment.
He hums and groans at your taste, but it's not enough. He swipes at the sticky mess between your legs with his fingers and sucks them into his mouth. He makes an impatient noise in the back of his throat when his fingers are clean and he's still hungry for more.
He lowers his head so his mouth can finish what his fingers started, and he shifts your legs onto his shoulders while he sucks on your arousal and flicks his tongue against your entrance. He stretches you with his thick fingers while your thighs tighten around his head and keep him in place. He finally raises his head when you tug at his hair and beg for him; you feel so empty and he's the only one that can fill you the way you want.
He watches his cock sink into you, and he finally fucks you with powerful, deep strokes that shake the bed. He holds onto the headboard for leverage, and each snap of his hips punches the air from your lungs in shaky moans and keening whimpers of his name. You come first and your walls milk his cock until he fills you to the brim.
His cock slips from your body and he he lowers himself between your legs again. His tongue laps greedily at your release mixed with his. He does it over and over again, fucking you senseless with his cock and eating you out after, until your throat is hoarse and you can't possibly come again.
He looks satisfied when he finally raises his head from between your legs. The lower half of his face is warm and sticky, and he kisses you so you can taste how delicious you are on his tongue. He lays down next to you and gathers you into his arms.
While your breathing tapers off into quiet snores, he smacks his lips with satisfaction; the only thing that tastes better than you is the combined taste of both of you together.
BELPHEGOR // sweet dreams
You send Belphegor the recording you made for him, but you still haven't heard from him by the time you start getting ready for bed. When you check on him, you find him fast asleep in the room he shares with his twin. You smother your disappointment and hope heâll still appreciate it when he wakes up tomorrow.
âYouâre so fucking horny for me sometimes, arenât you?â he whispers into your ear from somewhere behind you. He suddenly pulls you tightly against his chest and hooks his chin over your shoulder. His hand dances along the waistband of your pants and his cool fingers dip underneath and tickle the soft skin of your belly.
Your mouth opens soundlessly in surprise, but you quiet, muffled moans echo around you. The sounds play on loop over and over, and you realize that they're yours.
âThat pathetic little toy of yours canât satisfy you the way I can,â he states matter-of-factly because you both know itâs true. âHow many fingers do you want tonight?â he asks teasingly as his hand slips into your underwear. âOne? Two?â You gasp at the cold, slick sensation of his fingers teasing your entrance. âOr three?â he breathes into your ear, and when you nod shamelessly, you cry out as he thrusts them inside and your hole stretches around him.
You reach behind you and fist one of your hands in his hair, and he hisses as a jolt of pleasure-pain shoots through his body. He smirks against your shoulder and nips at your throat in retiation. You start rolling your hips and fucking yourself on his greedy fingers; he grunts when your ass rubs against his cock thatâs hard and pressed into your back.
âSee?â he taunts you as he coaxes you towards the precipice of pleasure, but his fingers are thrusting shallowly into your hole now and denying you the friction you crave.
âIâve been here the whole time, you couldâve had me instead. Iâll fuck you however you want.â He tugs on your earlobe with his teeth. âYou beg so prettily for my cock.â
âYou were sleeping,â you whimper, and he clasps his hand over your mouth to muffle your frustrated cry as he pulls his fingers from your body completely. He wipes them on your shirt with a huff of laughter.
âEven if Iâm asleep, Iâll still fuck you better then your fingers or toys ever could.â He licks away a bead of sweat trickling down your neck and sighs hotly against your skin. âYou have my permission to do things, just like I have your permission, too.â
Suddenly youâre both bare and he pushes you down so youâre on all fours. He leans over you, and you feel the head of his cock slide between your legs and press against your entrance. âYou riled me up with that little message you sent me, and now itâs time to wake up so I can fuck you properly.â
You gasp as your eyes fly open when the dream ends, and you moan into your pillow when he finally sheathes himself inside you.
So, for all the people who keep saying they hate belphie because they kill us and traumatized us. Wasn't that a whole different reality or something? Before we went back into the past, Belphie didn't try to kill us. IM CONFUSED ASF SOMEONE PLZ EXPLAIN
