hello hello this is devo from @devotion-disorder... THANK YOU so much for drawin my boy so UNO REVERSE!!!!!!!!!!! your priest boy Micah is very very pretty i hope i did him justice...!!!!!
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BEAUTIFUL! SO BEAUTIFUL!! HE LOOKS SO SOFT AND PRETTY LIKE AN ANGEL??? DON’T DO THIS TO ME HE ALREADY HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD!!!!
I love your art soo much god you are so good at using colors and giving the image a three dimensional, textured feeling… Like oh my god if I was passing by and he threw me a look while looking like that I would fold INSTANTLY
You were caught by Noel, and now you have to suffer the consequences of your escape attempt.
Sequel to Day 5: Sneak.
Word count: 2441 words
Genre: Erotica, horror
Reader’s gender and sex: gender neutral, but “boy/girl” used. Reader does not wear a bra.
Content warnings: Yandere and all that that entails, including sadism/torture, rape/dubcon, manipulation. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.
Notes: Noel is an OC of @devotion-disorder. The art in the banner is also by them!
Read below or on AO3.
“Go on. Walk. You know the way to the punishment room.” Noel gives you a push in the back, making you stumble forward, forcing you further up the stairs. “The more you dawdle, the worse it will be. Time’s ticking, honey.” The way he uses that term is nowhere near cute. It is possessive. He uses it specifically to remind you to who you belong. Anyone else who’d call you ‘honey’ would soon eat their words… or become unable to speak any word at all.
You obediently make your way upstairs. Your body already hurts. The blood drips from your nose into your mouth and down your chin. The way he has kicked you in the back and slammed his body into yours once you were on the ground makes you feel sore all over. But you know it’s going to get worse. I’d better obey him, you think. There’s no way out.
“See? You can obey me. If only you had done that earlier, we would not be in this sticky situation. But noooo, you just had to try to break out.” He smacks your ass hard, but your trousers take some of the impact. For now. “Now I have to punish you.”
You reach the top of the stairs and go right without a word. To the punishment room, right next to the bedroom. The activities done in one room may easily lead to the adjoining one.
“Stand there.” He points some distance away from the door. He fishes a key out of his pocket and opens the door. “After you.” He holds the door open for you. For just a second, you hesitate, but you know you have no choice. Any survival instincts kicking in must be repressed. You have to embrace the pain to survive, counter-intuitive though it is.
The room is filled with all kinds of devices to inflict pain. There’s different whips, pads, cuffs, and things you don’t even know the use of. ‘Punishment room’ is a euphemism; ‘torture chamber’ is more apt. In the middle, a wooden table stands.
“On it. On your back. I want to see your face.”
You do as he says. Noel roughly grabs your wrists and clicks them into the cuffs attached to the table. They’re above shoulder height, so they don’t twist your arms too badly. But that’s not the point of the cuffs, anyway. The point is not even to stop you from escaping—Noel is strong and fast enough to do that with his body. The point is simply to make you feel helpless. To be unable to reflexively lift your arms in self-defense, to be unable to have that basic biological function do its work, adds to the utter despair that he can arouse in you. That he will arouse in you.
He takes your ankles and cuffs them to the table, as well. Your legs are a little ways apart.
“Oh, it seems like you still have your clothes on. Totally forgot about that!” Noel says, clearly acting. You can’t see him from your position. “Guess we’ll have to rid you of them unconventionally.” And suddenly, he hangs over you, showing you a knife. It looks sharp as hell. Your breathing grows shallow. You hope he isn’t going to do what you think he will.
He moves to the side of the table and positions the knife at the neck of your shirt. Then he presses down. You feel it pressing into your skin. He takes your shirt and starts cutting. He doesn’t press the knife into your body every time. But every once in a while, you feel the sharp blade moving over your torso, opening it up, no doubt making you bleed.
“Noel, I’m afraid,” you mutter. You didn’t even think about the words; they just came out automatically. Strangely, sometimes you find that you want him to comfort you. He’s always there for you, after all. The only one who’s there. And sometimes, in your despair, you cry out for him.
“You’re afraid? As you should be.” He finishes cutting and tears the remainders of your shirt from your body. You feel the cloth covering your back slide out from under you. Your entire torso is now displayed to him. “Bad [boy/girl]s won’t get any comfort from me. You fucked around. Now it’s time to find out.”
He clenches his fist and smashes it into your stomach. Pain sears through you. You feel the bile rising in your throat, but swallow it down. Then you sputter and cough, and scream.
“See? No pity from me. It’s all your fault, you know? I can be nice. You know I can be nice. I love you, and I want nothing but the best for you. You know this.” He caresses your face with the knife, leaving a shallow cut on your left cheek. “That’s why I’m hurting you. It would be terrible for you and me both if you were to continue misbehaving. So I need to beat it out of you.”
“P-please,” you stammer in fear. You know it won’t do anything, but the words just spill from your mouth.
Noel ignores you. He moves to the back of the table, outside of your field of vision. “Time to get started on your trousers.” He sets the knife at the bottom, making a cut in the cloth near your right ankle. “Fuck it, I don’t have time for this.” You hear the sound of tearing cloth and feel cold air running up all over your leg. He does the same for your left leg: a small cut at the bottom, and rest is just one big tear. For the last part, near your waist, he takes out his knife again. He doesn’t hold back this time. He sets the knife in the cloth forcefully and cuts the last bit of cloth efficiently, without regard for your skin. You whimper and cry as the knife leaves a deep cut. You hear Noel chuckle.
He quickly removes the tatters of your trousers from your body. You’re only wearing your underwear now, though there’s not much left of it. But there’s still enough to conceal your most private parts.
“I’ll leave that on for now.”
You sigh in relief. A last shred of dignity can be retained. It is a tiny shred, but you have to take what you can get.
“Just kidding!” And he tears your underwear apart, exposing your genital area.
“Noel!” you cry out.
“What is it, baby?” He sounds cruel.
“Noel… please… I’m s-sorry. I’m so so sorry. I won’t do it again, I swear!” You’ve completely lost control of your mouth, rattling off apologies without even thinking about it.
He moves so that you can see him again. “No can do. I told you: if you are naughty, you will be punished. It’s not like I want to hurt you, but it’s necessary. You should never ever forget what happens when you break the rules. The consequences of that should be as dependable as gravity.” He says that, but you know better. He fucking loves to hurt you. Part of him is happy you broke the rules, so that he has a good excuse for fucking demolishing you. Knowing that only intensifies the fear.
“I’m sorry,” you sob, but to no avail.
Meanwhile, Noel moves back and rummages around. “Ah, got it!” He steps towards you to show you his find. A whip. But not just any whip: this one has spiky studs. “This will be a night to remember, y/n.”
“Please, for the love of God, Noel, stop!” Tears are streaming down your face; the terror he inspires in you is out of this world. “I beg of you!”
“Hmmm… should I stop?”
“Please, Noel! I’ll do anything for you! Please, just… don’t hurt me.” Something inside of you breaks, and you start sobbing even louder, making you unable to speak another word.
Noel just laughs. Suddenly, you feel a searing pain on your thighs, and you scream at the top of your lungs. As soon as you finish the scream, you gulp for air, but then the whip strikes again. Another scream escapes you; your entire world is pain. Somewhere in the back of your consciousness, you hear Noel complain giddily about how you make too much noise, but it doesn’t register. All you can do is sob and scream.
More lashings follow—you don’t even know how many, nor how long it lasts. Just that, at some point, the burning pain stops renewing itself. Suddenly, Noel’s face is right above yours; too close. “Now that’s what I like to see. You’ve learned your lesson now, right?”
You nod shakily, unable to do anything else. He could be asking you to sell your soul and you’d still nod; all you want is for the pain to end.
“Good, good.” He undoes the cuffs around your wrists and ankles. You feel his arms slide under you and, with a grunt, he lifts you up and walks out of the room. You both know you wouldn’t be able to walk by yourself. Still sobbing, you snuggle against him. God, how you missed him. This softer Noel. The one that would hold you in his arms.
He chuckles. “You’re such a good [boy/girl] now.”
A few moments later, he throws you on the bed. It doesn’t come as a surprise that he carried you to the bedroom. Noel is undressing hurriedly, unable to wait another moment.
“On your stomach. And place a pillow under yourself, so that your ass sticks out.”
You’re not sure if this is part of the punishment, or just ‘business as usual’. Things blend into each other. But at least, when he fucks you, he’s not as cruel as he is in that other room. So, for all intents and purposes, this is not punishment; this is a treat. Even though he’ll fuck on his own terms, as hard as he wants.
You obey him and, within seconds, you feel him take his place behind you. Two lubed up fingers massage the rim of your asshole. “You always make me so horny, you know? I love to see you happy, but God, your crying face just makes me want to fuck you so hard.” He slips in a finger and thrusts it in and out at a high pace. “I just can’t wait to fuck all those sweet moans out of you. It was so hard for me too, you know? To not thrust my cock inside you then and there.” Already, he adds a second finger. “You’re still tight, but I’ve waited so long, I can’t just…” He doesn’t finish his sentence.
You want to speak, but you’re still unable to, your body completely broken and shaking all over. Noel continues his preparation of your ass. After a little more than a minute, he thinks he has prepared you enough. You’re not quite so sure, but you don’t struggle. If he thinks it’s enough, it must be enough. What Noel says goes.
“Ready for my cock, love?” He is holding your waist as you feel the head of his penis stimulating the rim of your anus. He presses inside; his impatience in the preparation makes it a little tight still, but he enters. There’s pain, but compared to the pain elsewhere in your body, it’s negligible. He sighs deeply, contentedly. “So damn good.”
He changes his position to lay on top of you, covering your body with his. With one hand, he pins your right hand to the mattress; the other wraps under your left armpit and grabs you at the throat roughly. Your breathing becomes more labored as he constricts the air flow.
“You like that, huh? Being all mine. You don’t get to breathe unless I allow it, got that?” He starts moving his cock, thrusting in and out slowly. His member is rather thick, and it always takes a while for your hole to get used to it.
When you don’t reply, he shortly squeezes your throat hard before loosening his grip, leaving you gasping for air. “I said, did you get that?”
“Y-y-yes, Noel.” Your voice comes out as a wheeze.
“Good,” he coos. “That’s how I know my sweetheart.” He lets go of your throat and pins your other hand to the mattress, too. “I think you’re loosened up enough by now.”
It’s true; his cock is going in and out more easily than it was before.
“Let me paint your insides white.” With those words, he starts fucking you in earnest. Hard and deep; with each thrust you scream it out. “That’s it, y/n!” he moans in your ear. “Let it out. Let me hear how good you feel.”
And, despite everything, he was right: you did feel good. He had abused you, even tortured you. But that was the punishment, which was over now. So, surely, now you could enjoy yourself… right? It was hard to think straight around him. He didn’t allow you the space in your mind.
“How does it feel, baby?” Not having gotten his answer in words, his tone became more demanding. He accompanied it with a particularly hard thrust. The pain surged through you, but there was pleasure, too.
“Feels so good!” you mewled. “Noel… Noel…” You moan his name over and over, and he, with his mouth so close to your ear, whispers yours. You can feel his breath and hear every tiny sound he makes.
“See? If you behave, I’ll fuck you nicely. Isn’t it pleasant like this?”
“Yes, Noel.” You’re not even sure anymore if you mean what you say, or what the causal chain of events is. Did you agree with him because it is pleasant, or is it pleasant because you agreed with him?
“That’s a good [boy/girl].” His breathing grows more labored as he keeps penetrating you deeply. “I’m going to cum soon,” he whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna cum inside, and fill you up really good. You did so good bearing the punishment. You deserve it, you deserve my thick cock shooting it all inside you.” His voice grows more frenetic as he gets closer to ejaculation. He moans and groans and you feel his cock throbbing inside of you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Fuuuuck.” With a final thrust, he shoots his load inside of you. He can’t help but twitch inside of you as he ejaculates. “God damn, you feel so good.”
You feel a warm feeling welling up inside you. It’s happiness. You feel happy you can please him.
ok so! this is a fanart comic strip, featuring @devotion-disorder's elf gangs: Killian, Mishka, Asa and Yuri, and my nameless oc Noc for the insert situation
THIS POST AND THIS POST INSPIRED ME
basically just a different take on the situation, what if the human wandered in the forest was like...that?
warning: suggestive (but it's pretty tame ngl)
-> lots of assumptions are made, amateur art, Noc is female in this one because one of the post suggests they have population crisis and wanna breed lol
the beginning: (her clothes changing halfway was intentional but idk how to draw elf clothes im sorry)
(im so sorry to Killian you're so hard to draw for some reason)
and then things took a turn, but not in the way you'd expect...
(basically this bitch has had enough aphrodisiacs to know how it taste)
but she gets a little overwhelmed...(having post nut clarity probably)
(the idea here is that because she was so happy to comply they never drug her after that first incident)
and so...
surprise! she's a player lol
anyway that's the end, whatever happens next is up to imagination~
(hello Devo, if you see this, I'll cry happy tears, and I wish you speedy recovery from the cold. )
if anyone feel like it, feel free to describe the potential aftermath, but no pressure ☆
Noel is searching for you. You need to escape, or suffer the consequences of failing to do so.
Word count: 558 words
Genre: Horror, sexually suggestive
Reader's gender and sex: gender neutral, but “boy/girl” used. No sexual characteristics mentioned.
Content warnings: Yandere and all that that entails
Notes: Noel is an OC of @devotion-disorder. The art in the banner is also by her!
Read below or on AO3.
“When I find you, oh, you’re gonna be sorry.” Noel’s voice rang out menacingly from downstairs. “You’ve been so naughty. And the naughty need to be punished.”
You place your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from crying out in fear. Adrenaline is coursing through your veins. Every cell in your body is telling you to get the fuck out of this place.
You’re currently hiding in one of the bedrooms. You inch toward the door, opening it a crack. The red-carpeted corridor seems empty, as far as you can see. You open the door a little further, and stick your head out. The coast is clear. He may still be downstairs.
You stick your head back in and slip out of your shoes soundlessly. It’s easier to sneak around barefoot than it is with shoes on. You take another quick peek out the door before you go through. The staircase is to the right. That’s where you have to go.
Making as little sound as possible—thank god for the carpet muffling your footsteps—you make your way down the corridor, looking carefully for any sign of your captor. You stay close to the wall, and when you reach the staircase, you first carefully peek over the baluster.
No one in sight.
Now it’s a matter of making your way down quickly and silently. You take a deep breath and quickly go to the staircase. Step by step, as fast as you can, but taking care not to make any sound. You’re attuned to all the sounds around you; in the silence, your breathing sounds like it’s ear-deafening.
Halfway down the stairs, you hear a door close in the distance. “Where are you, honey?” His voice is coming from the corridor upstairs. You swallow and hurry down the stairs, accidentally placing your foot down louder than you would have liked. But you continue on. Behind you, you hear footsteps hurrying towards you.
“There you are.” Noel’s voice is sickly sweet, but you can’t give up now, and you run down the stairs, Noel hot on your heels. When you reach the bottom step, you suddenly feel a hard object slamming in your back, causing you to lose your balance and fall face down on the floor. You immediately try to get back up, but another impact in your back slams you back into the ground painfully, making you cry out in pain.
It’s Noel. He’s standing on top of you, his right foot between your shoulder blades. And putting his weight on it.
“Now now, that’s not how my lover is expected to behave.” He grinds his foot painfully in your back. “And I told you, didn’t I? If you disobey me, you need to be punished.”
He takes his foot of your back, and relief courses through you for a fraction of a second. But then gravity does its work and his full body slams into yours. His arm hits the back of your head and smashes it on the floor. You’re pretty sure your nose is bleeding.
He adjusts his position so his crotch is at your ass. He grinds his bulge against your buttocks while his mouth is at your ear. “I’ll show you what you get for defying me. You’re in for a world of pain.”
Noel x Reader: Taking care of his sick darling (Erotica)
Headcanons of what Noel would be like when you're sick.
Word count: 864 words
Genre: Comfort/horror (depending on the reader), erotica
Reader’s gender and sex: Gender neutral. Sex neutral.
Content warnings: Yandere and all that that entails; sexual content.
Notes: Noel is an OC of @devotion-disorder. The art in the banner is also by them!
I didn't originally mean to write smut, but it turned out that about a third of the fic is sexual. Whoops.
Read below or on AO3.
When you’re sick, there is a part of Noel that secretly enjoys it. Although he doesn’t want to see you suffer—unless he’s the one inflicting the pain—he loves getting to take care of you, all frail-looking and weak. He makes sure you stay in bed all day, and only get up to go to the bathroom. When he’s not with you, he locks the bedroom door from the outside, so that you can’t walk around the house without his permission.
Food and drinks, he’ll bring to you. He makes eating as easy as possible for you: he doesn’t just bring you fruit, he cuts it into bite-sized pieces first. He also feeds you. At first, you tell him that you can handle that much yourself. But he insists: “No, you need to rest, and you need to stay warm. So keep your hands under the blanket, honey.” You don’t have the energy to argue with him, so you just let him. Part of you doesn’t even mind. You feel miserable with this sickness, so maybe it’s not that bad being doted on…? Just for a little while, at least.
Noel’s feelings about you only grow stronger every day that you’re bed-bound. He thinks you’re adorable, all bundled up in the blankets; so vulnerable, so delicate. More than ever, he feels that only he is allowed around you; other people are dangerous. It’s for your own safety, of course! “I’ll keep you safe… just trust me,” he mutters, sitting by your bedside as you are asleep. He desperately wants to play with your hair, but he doesn’t want to wake you. So, he stays his hand as he keeps watch over you for hours while your unconscious body is fighting the disease.
A bonus for you is that he does not want to have sex as long as you aren’t feeling well. That said, if your sickness takes more than three days, he needs to let off steam somehow. So, during one of your daytime naps, he’ll sit at your bedside and start masturbating to your defenseless figure. God, how he’d love to fuck you hard again, and see that sweet, innocent, and delicate face beneath him. Fantasizing like this, he cums hard.
One time, his cum shoots out so hard that some of it ends up on your face. He sighs in relief when he realizes it didn’t wake you. But when he wipes the sperm off with his finger, your eyes flutter open. That’s when he loses it. You had his cum on your face, and now your sleepy, defenseless face is looking up at him while he’s naked. He lays down next to you and starts masturbating. When you want to look away, he forbids it and forcibly makes sure you keep facing him. “Look at me. See how hard I am for you? God, I wish I could wreck that little hole of yours again. When you’re all better, you’re in for a real treat.” Noel allows you to close your eyes, but you can’t close your ears. Seeing you so close to him and knowing you can hear all his dirty talk turns him on even more. He changes his position: now, he’s sitting on his knees with your body in between, his crotch close to your face. “You can sleep if you want, y/n,” he says with a grin. You close your eyes and try to sleep, but it’s difficult when you hear his fapping so close to your face. After a few minutes, he starts breathing heavily; he must be getting close. With a moan, he ejaculates, and you feel his cum all over your face. “You look so good right now. You’re mine, baby.”
While he would prefer to stay by your side every second of the day, he still has to stream—it is how he earns money, after all. He does it a little differently from usual. As long as you’re sick, he only plays single-player games, so that he can pause whenever he likes. He placed a baby cam in the bedroom, which he keeps an eye on during the stream. Whenever you call for him, he will immediately go to you. Sometimes, seeing you on that little screen just isn’t enough, and he’ll pause to check in on you physically. He needs to know for sure that you’re still asleep, and if you’re not, if you need anything. He knows you won’t call for him unless you really want something or need to go to the bathroom. So going to you on his own accord and checking in with you tends to be more effective; after a little encouragement, you’ll admit that, yes, you would like some tea, fruit, or crackers.
Noel mentioned on his stream that he will go AFK every so often to check in on his beloved partner, who is sick. The chat thinks it’s adorable that he is such a doting boyfriend, and some people even express the wish that Noel was their boyfriend instead. However, Noel is resolute: “I love you all, but none of you stand a chance. y/n is the only one for me.”
