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guys they ruined young Sheldon for me
Guys what-
Update: 11 hours now 😭
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WHAT DID HE SAYYYYYYY 😀
Why did I only find out today that the “I think we need to kill this guy meme” was a fucking Steven Universe vs Hitler comic?????
I was just caught so off guard by this
umm .. so like … are we okay ?
no .... we are not okay ...
240122 - photographer kim hee june on instagram
literally gonna close my account soon if this doesn’t let up
*gets notification* *blocks and reports porn bot* *gets notification* *blocks and reports porn bot* *gets notification* *blocks and reports porn bot* *gets notific
I’m actually in shock after reading Nora Sakavic’s “The Raven King” holy shit I don’t know what to do with myself
horn-y • c.s.c.
"Did you know that horns make great handlebars, darling?"
Pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader
Genres: smut (minors dni!), devil!au, angst, mild fluff
Warnings: pwp, swearing, blood/cuts, hints of depression & potential suicidal thoughts, reader has abandonment issues, brief mention of food, loneliness, lots of mentions of fire and heat, criticism of heaven/morals, mentions of faith/religion, death, gore, body horror, cheol is literally a devil okay features and all plus he's hot AND HE HAS A BIG DICK, multiple reader orgasms, ab AND dick riding, he likes to lick, crying, dumbification, bulge kink, slapping, possessiveness, MESSY SEX, WAP haha, he cums inside but impregnation is impossible mwah 😈
WC: 4.3k
A/N: PLEASE TAKE CAUTION READING THIS!! This was supposed to be a crack fic but it got away from me. I'd just like to point out that this is rather a messy piece overall and falls under some darker themes and prolly just a reflection of how funky I've been feeling but everyone should get their happy ending based on your interpretation I suppose, please let me know if I need to add more warnings above 💖 this is for the svthub's spookteen collab, please go check out the awesome writers that are participating and give them some love!! Btw the summary and inspo overall were inspired by this fic hahaha 😈
You had definitely expected your life to change after that night.
At the precise stroke of three am — the witching hour. When you'd let drops of your blood fill the tiny sigil carved into the creaky wooden floors of an apartment you did not own but simply rented. Slightly dizzy from the sudden lack of blood, you were almost sure you were imagining things. Not fully believing that the dismal temptation you'd succumbed to would actually work.
There was no way that the silhouette hidden within the scarlet glow emanating up from the floors was real. The smoky scent filling your nostrils, almost making it hard to properly breathe as you wearily slumped down had to be a figment of your imagination. You were certain it was all just a horrific dream despite how real the pain in your wrists felt. The fiery heat cauterizing your wounds should have left a scar as the shadowy figure knelt by your side, almost as if in concern for your sorry state.
A nightmare.
That's what you thought it was. Especially when you'd woken up in your bed, not a scratch on your body and your room much neater than you remember leaving it. Scrambling to peek under the carpet only to find that the sigil you painstakingly remember carving in desperation with a pocket knife was gone.
Until you smell the unfamiliar smell of food in the air, sizzling noises coming from your kitchen you had abandoned all use of ages ago. Steeling yourself, you tiptoe and peek in the doorway, only to freeze at the sight of an unknown but handsome man effortlessly flipping an omelet at the stove.
You knew who he was… or what he was. After all, "isn't that why you had summoned him?", he questioned.
It was.
"And why did you do it?"
Because you were lonely. Terribly so.
You just hadn't expected the king of hell to be the one to fill that void.
"What a curious little creature. But I already knew that. Your despair cried out so loudly, it was only suitable for me to be the one to answer such a call. Don't worry, gorgeous, I will give you all that you desire. And even more than you can imagine."
And he did. Terrifically so.
Yes, you had expected your life to change. Maybe for the worse. But somehow… it got better.
Seungcheol was kind. Kinder than any other humans had been to you. Unconventional as it might seem, the contract formed between the two of you… practically wound up like something akin to a marriage.
"Devils don't have those amusing, fancy little ceremonies like humans do… it's not like I can waltz into a church with you on my arm, as tempting as that sounds."
Instead, it involved a parchment scrawled with fancy calligraphy, a promise to give yourself to him, and a stamp of your blood fusing with the molten lava that ran through his veins. Just as he did on the night he arrived, Seungcheol's flames healed the laceration's ichor droplets dotting your arm. As much as he enjoyed the color red on you, he declared with a hiss as the scorched scar faded away that no harm should blemish your skin ever again. Not with him around.
The unflattering shriek you let out when he snapped his fingers and the contract went up in flames was quickly soothed by his strong arm wrapped around you, murmuring comfort against the crown of your head. The scent that surrounded Seungcheol was what you envisioned a campfire roasting marshmallows would smell like.
Not that you would know from experience.
But it's confirmed on the night your devil toasts fluffy marshmallows in the same manner he sent that contract (safely) straight to hell. As he pops them into your mouth with cheerful glee, you wonder how in the world a creature from hell could be sweeter than the gooey confectionary melting on your tongue.
"Tell me, darling. Do you think meager little humans can even fathom what heaven or hell is? Have any of them visited these places and returned?"
You doubted it.
"That's right, I knew you'd understand because you're different. Deliciously so. Humans will make up anything to assuage their fears of the unknown. Damning what they fear and glorifying any deeds as holy for their own gain."
You believed that. Holding your breath as Seungcheol leans in, heat radiating off his entire body yet his breath somehow felt the hottest on your neck.
"Pretty one… do you know why there are now thirteen levels in hell?"
Because the world's gone to shit.
"Close enough," he chuckles, always pleased with your inquisitive mind. "It's true the mortal realm is no longer the neutral limbo it once was. Abandoned and thrown away by heaven, several brothers of mine were born to manage the weight of sin that keeps growing."
You wondered when he would have to return. The true king and grand devil of all. You had learned that he oversaw his fellow brethren governing over the levels of hell, absorbing a portion of their powers for himself and thus, a tiny bit of control over each domain. This creature you'd summoned was powerful. And he was as ancient as time itself.
Time.
A force that not even the most powerful entity in existence has control over.
Seungcheol strokes your cheek and you lean into his touch. No longer afraid of the sharp nails that protrude past his fingertips. Even in the state of his demonic form, the trust garnered between the two of you eliminated any harm that could befall upon your fragile body.
Or maybe it was the contract.
In the corner of your mind, a smidgeon of insecurity lingered. He would leave you one day, just like the rest. Moments when his heat became a little too harsh to bear, leathery wings callous beneath your fingernails, pointed tail becoming a figurative noose around your neck, talons much too threatening.
But that all faded away when his forked tongue worked itself inside and explored every nook of your delicious cunt. Entrusting your entire body to the devil would be frowned upon. It should be considered dangerous. Heresy. But you'd never felt such pleasure before. You were simply as addicted to it as he was to you.
And Seungcheol reveled in all of it. Praises falling from his lips every single time.
Almost as if he settled onto worshiping you. With your naked bodies entangling on one another in a sensual and slow dance, sometimes you feel like you've ascended. Or descended. It didn't matter which one — all you could feel was him. Everything about Seungcheol's build was hard. Yet, his first caress was always gentle. Soft. Warm.
Dare you say loving?
All to make up for the immense feelings of pleasure that followed from that single, simple touch. Transforming into a scalding passion you didn't want to escape from. The sharp sting of his claws digging into the flesh of your hips, a swift slap to your upper body to savor how your tits bounced. Guttural growls vibrated deep inside his chest, shooting down and causing your hole to flutter as his teeth grazed your neck and whispered in your ear to sit your pretty pussy on his face.
"Ride me."
You raise your eyebrows questioningly at his repeating command despite how your eyelids droop from the intensity of the orgasm you were just recovering from.
Because you hadn't stopped.
"Just like I taught you, gorgeous."
Riding the hard planes of his body is far different than the motorcycle lessons he attempted to give you. He quickly found out you would rather cling to his strong, solid figure as he zoomed down the highway than drive it yourself. But straddling his flashy and large two-wheeled vehicle was quite similar to the way you're positioned in bed right now.
It's absolutely sinful how the cream-colored bed sheets make Seungcheol's messy black strands of hair look even darker. His horns are out and curve upwards, nearly grazing the headboard. They most certainly would have pierced through the wood if not for the muscular arm supporting the back of his head so scarlet pupils can remain trained on your actions.
The forked tongue that had just been inside you now snakes out to lick up the wetness coating his chin. The corners of his mouth quirk up in a devious smirk, pleased at the sight of your arousal pooling in the crevices of his abs as you drag your hips along the hard ridges. Letting out cute little hisses at each bump that rubs just right between your sensitive folds.
"You are the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. The gods talk a big game about their holy ambrosia but that's because they could never imagine something as delectable as this divine creation crafted by their own hands. And they'll never get to."
Your hips can't help but jerk faster when he relaxes and then flexes his abs again then sneaks his hand down to play with your clit.
"You're mine. All mine. Isn't that right, my darling? This heavenly pussy that can bring anyone to their knees belongs to me. Only me."
Seungcheol doesn't need to demand any verbal responses when he can clearly hear how your mind rushes all thoughts of him to him, tongue too heavy as you pant in desperation. You can feel the slap of his long, hard cock against your ass every time you move. It's hot and heavy, decorating your back with steaming smears of pre-cum.
You want it. Crave it.
His eyes glow with carnality and he shivers with a sort of giddiness at the irresistible pull of your wanton desire that calls and beckons him. This ultimate peak of hedonistic pleasure is how you're able to finally squeeze your pussy lips around him and fully seat his huge length within your tiny womb. Times when you felt like you were truly invincible.
And you were. Seungcheol made sure of that. Nothing would ever hurt you, he would shield you from all of it. You just had to trust and place your entire faith in him.
He feels it radiating from every part of your psyche now. A beaming signal for him to position you above his cock.
You're shuddering and shaking as you do your best to ward off the tempting desire to climax simply by being so full — and it's only the tip of the bulbous head. It had taken quite a bit of training to not cum and blackout from him simply entering you, the mindblowing thralls leaving your head empty. Only cock-drunk. You lazily attempt to smile down at him, drool dribbling out of your mouth instead.
Seungcheol's eyes are narrowed in concentration. Your pleasure always a priority. It was something he was dead set on consistently achieving but that didn't mean it was easy to focus with how tightly you wrapped around him no matter how frequently he stretched you out.
Fingernails dig into the sides of his ribcage as you work with him to ease you down. Trying not to clench too hard in order to accept each and every inch of him. His cock is like a hot iron rod, the searing heat leaving you dizzy. Moans spill out of you, a gibberish mantra of his name mixed with mindless sounds.
You flop down to lay on his chest, tingling nipples squished painfully against his. Head buried in the crook of his neck as you bite down hard on his shoulder to ground yourself at the successful meeting of your hips seated on his thick thighs. Knees planted on the bed around his waist. Poor, puffy clit brushing against his pelvis. Hot. Mind-numbingly full. Good. Finally.
It takes everything in you to pull your upper body away. You can feel the squishy warmth of his scrotum pressing against your ass cheeks once you've sat up. Grinding down and gyrating your hips, you can feel his cock twitch pleasantly inside. Seungcheol lets out a throaty groan as he sees that same movement ripple across your lower abdomen from his vantage point.
"Look at you take me so well. Always do such a good job. Made for me. Best cunt I've ever had."
His thumb rubs up and down the skin where the long bulge shows and you're sobbing in delirium. The flames of pleasure aren't just heavily concentrated between your legs but licking up your spine and spreading across your entire body. Your hips rock pitifully and he takes your hands grasping at your ankles and brings them up towards the magnificent symbols of power adorning his head.
"Did you know that horns make great handlebars, darling?"
You grip at them and would have laughed at the silliness if the new position hadn't somehow turned out mind-meltingly better than the prior. Cock nestled so deep within your cunt and now squeezed between your moving lower bodies. Your tits dangle and sway like ripe fruit and that forked tongue of his sneaks back out. The v-shaped ends wrap around one of your nipples. Tweaking, twirling, teasing, tickling around the little bud before languidly doing the same to the next. Applying the right amount of pressure guided by the way your breath hitches in between moans.
Seungcheol's pearly white teeth are on full display as he gazes up at you with an open-mouthed grin. A shiny trail of saliva warms your skin, left behind by his tongue tracing the underside of your breasts, enjoying the salty tang he tastes on your skin.
His tongue disappears back into his mouth so he can watch the way you're now earnestly riding him. Admiration and awe at the way you're soaking his cock in a lovely sheen of arousal, feeling it drip down between his balls and onto the bedsheets.
Messy. Fuck, he loves it. Finds it unbelievable how sexy you are. Your desperate soul that once cried out in sadness and longing now sings out loud unholy moans of pleasure. For him. All his. The heavens that boast to save all and treasure poor lambs failed to promise the redemption and protection you deserved. Instead, it was him alone who delivered it to you.
"Mine," he reiterates and slaps your left ass cheek. And then your right.
Soothing the stings with a gentle rub, enjoying the smooth expanse of your round ass. His other hand reaches out to still your hips right at the tip of his cock before he takes over control. Feet planted firmly on the mattress, Seungcheol pistons his hips up. Thrusting at an unforgiving and brutal pace, he occasionally adjusts you a bit to appreciate the way your tits jostle prettily. Arching his back every other time he's fully sheathed inside and swiveling so his pelvis hits that spot that has you seeing stars. Poor, abused nipples continue to rub against his, sending electrical jolts that cause you to spasm and clench around his cock extraordinarily tight.
A telltale sign.
You babble unintelligibly and he coos, somehow finding it cute. Coaxing you to let go for the umpteenth but final time of the night. Marveling at the way your cunt has molded perfectly to the shape of his length, allowing him to fuck you easily through your climax. As you gush, cream, and make an absolute mess of the bedsheets, tears run down your face. Seungcheol laps at them, the return of the salty taste setting off the release of hot seed filling up your pussy as it ripples lightly around him, milking him all the way to completion.
Even if both of you desired, it's not like you can get pregnant. He rolls over on his side with you in his arms, listening to your erratic heartbeat in the quiet of the room. Letting you catch your breath and regain your senses. With a whoosh, his wings protrude out from his back, one of them protectively covering your naked, panting figure. His tail gently curls around your ankles, flicking back and forth, before drawing soothing little circles on your legs.
Although Seungcheol often found the extra appendages cumbersome in your tiny apartment and bothersome in bed, they held a great role in providing a semblance of comfort after an intense round. You rather preferred the leathery heat radiating off his wings than dirtying another fleece blanket.
Your eyes are beginning to close and he purses his lips, knowing he has to clean you up before you completely drift off into dreamland. He slides his softening cock out of you, biting his lip in delight at the way the mixture of your releases drips out and decorates your thighs. But a groan followed by your slight fidgeting quickly snaps him out of the trance, racing to the bathroom to get a washcloth before your body temperature cools down too much.
Seungcheol hates the thought of you in even the slightest amount of discomfort. Ironic, since that was what drew him to you, what sustains him. But in the very same vein, you've had a lifetime of despair and he's been working to replace the negativity he feeds off of with happier memories. Stunned at how the positivity he's created blossoms into a mutual relationship where you become less and less affected by his demonic features and qualities. Crushed in the tiny moments he feels you close yourself off and retreat back into your shell, an unspoken sense of distrust.
He frowns at the fracturing connection lingering in your mind once more upon his return to the bedside. Loneliness never tasted so bitter and he hates it. Your back is facing him as you doze on and off, curled into yourself with your hands clutched tightly together.
"What is bothering you?"
It's a question he's asked before. One that you've brushed off several times. It's nothing, you were tired, you were already asleep — you've tried every excuse in the book to avoid the topic.
"Stop reading my mind."
"It's only due to my nature that I know all of your thoughts but that does not mean I understand them."
"When are you leaving?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You know, to go back to hell. I mean, it's not like you can stay here forever, right?"
"You're correct, of course, I will have to return at some point. But there is no rush. I have time. We have time."
"But what is time? What happens when time is up… and the contract is… null?"
Seungcheol strokes your cheek as he takes great care to wipe gently between your legs. "Then I shall fulfill my rightful duties."
"You'll take my soul."
"Yes, I will take you as a queen, ruler over the thirteen circles of hell."
"Yes, you'll — " you sit up in shock at his words. "Wait, I thought you meant it like… extinguishing my soul from existence or something like that?"
"Do you not wish to be my queen? It is true the purity of your soul will cease, unable to reincarnate because you are already one I've been promised to have. The heavens will not accept you back."
"No, I just… I don't know, what's with the change of heart?"
"Heart? I do not — "
"I mean change of mind. Plans. Why would you make me queen?"
He smiles smugly and crosses his arms. "My 'plans' as you say have never deviated. You don't think the king of hell would come here and play around for simple amusement, do you?"
You bite your lip. "So you're saying you actually want to spend like the rest of eternity together?"
"For the rest of this life and the eternal one that will come after. Yes. Or if you choose, this can be your final cycle of life. Surely, you are tired. But as I said, we have time."
"But what if I want to die now?"
Smooth wipes pause at your whisper, Seungcheol's eyes instinctively glowing at the overwhelming amount of despair that suddenly surrounds you like a feast before him yet he narrows them in disdain.
"What did you just say?"
"I mean, it's not like there's anything holding me back here," you shrug. "What would be the harm in taking me now? Unless it's like against the rules of hell or something unspoken slash fancy."
His mouth opens and closes several times. "Y-you're not in a clear state of mind right now, you have time to consider this and be entirely sure it's something you wa — "
"I'm totally and completely sane right now. I've never been more sure of something. Take me to hell, devilman."
You watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows nervously. It's true though. Even if he wants to vehemently deny it, he's never tasted such strong conviction from you, he can practically see it surrounding you like a glowing aura. Your trust in him is firm at that moment and he almost loathes it.
Faith. Love. The kind of morals he's sworn to detest are a part of you. Gingerly, he lifts your body up so you're resting in between his arms.
"This will hurt. It will be painful. There's a chance that — "
"You worry too much." Your finger slides across his lips to silence him. "What's the worst that can happen? I'll be dead either way."
Seungcheol's grip tightens around you. It's ironic really, the fact that the grand devil himself is fearful of what you've summoned him to do.
"I was hoping to wait until you were much older, on the brink of death, even. It would be much easier. But if it is your wish, it is my command to follow."
He gulps, taking a deep breath to prepare himself. A shaking hand rises up and his claws elongate out, longer and sharper than you've ever seen before. They glint dangerously in the darkness. You place your hand under his wrist to steady it, reassuringly running your thumb along his feverish skin.
Looking into your eyes again, he reconfirms the certainty accompanied by a tiny nod of affirmation. He nods back, grits his teeth…
And plunges his claws deep within your chest.
Carving the same sigil you'd carved into the wooden floor to call him to the mortal realm. This time it's etched in deep, gory details upon your body. His sigil. The encapsulation of power. Blood spills out of the wound and drips down, decorating you in what almost could pass as a thick latex dress.
Gurgling sounds follow your initial gasp, trying yet failing to intake any oxygen. Red liquid bubbles up from your throat and then out of your mouth. Painting your lips a flattering shade of red before adorning your neck in jagged lines trailing down your neck to connect to the vermillion mess below as your arms flop weakly onto the soiled mattress.
Seungcheol has always been quick at his work but this one seems to last an agonizing eternity. He's panting, maybe even crying, by the time he's finished and the scarlet hues of a familiar glow begin to emanate around him.
He bows his head, and with care as if he could still wound you, places a final kiss against your lifeless lips — barely flinching. Pretending as if the bloody puddle you lie in doesn't exist.
The illusion shatters.
It's dark.
There's a faint, dim light illuminating somewhere and somehow above your head but you can't even make out your hand waving in front of your face.
You don't know where you are. Who you are. What you are. How you are.
Nothingness. Emptiness. Quietness.
It's… peaceful.
You close your eyes.
Time passes. Or does it? Maybe it's a continuous loop with no limit. Maybe time had gradually stilled to a halt. You are unsure. In fact, you can't even fathom anything until he approaches you.
Out of the dark, comes a figure, astonishingly visible. You can distinguish his sharp features despite the distance yet nothing of yourself. Perhaps you have become part of the darkness yourself.
But his glowing, unblinking carmine eyes are locked onto his target — you. Your breath hitches in your throat.
A circular array of horns grow and shrink both at different rates and at the same time like a deathly crown upon his head. It's the same with the multitude of wings that sprout out in various directions from his back, moving ominously back and forth.
They are strangely familiar, resonating with you in an eerie dissonance. Sooty feathers lining each one tremble in a wind you don't feel.
But suddenly, the area is frigidly cold causing you to shiver and lean towards the only source of heat now radiating from this creature slowly approaching you.
Silver cuffs adorn his wrists, broken links hanging off of each of them as if they were once connected. Chained like a prisoner. Black tattoos of hellfire wind up his muscular arms and around his broad shoulders, disappearing underneath the black armor protecting his chest. The signs of a traitor.
Your eyes widen in reawakened recognition.
"You… you're… Sata — "
"Seungcheol."
A hand extends out, black nails gesturing in an invitation for you to take it. A parchment paper with fulfilled terms grasped tightly in the other.
"Welcome to the gates of hell, my queen. I've been waiting for your arrival." He leans downs, inches away from your lips. A smoky scent invades your senses, a burning fire teasingly dances in his eyes as he smirks triumphantly. All reminiscent of the night you summoned him. "Tell me, how does it feel to finally fall, angel?"
A flickering halo cracks, disintegrating as the tiny spikes that were barely keeping it afloat materialize into lovely curled horns of your very own when the terrifying realization finally dawns. You lean in to press your lips against his tempting ones in a searing kiss. The creature responsible for it all, the only one that is allowed to break you.
"Like absolute hell."
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LISTEN I LOVE TAEKOOK SO BADLY I COULD CRY. OR NOSE BLEED. ARGH.
This is well-written and fulfull all my desires, so it’s basically a FAV. 100% fav. Top of the list!!!!!
Dulce Periculum Pt. 2
Summary: Devious and devilish, your two new impish hybrids never miss a chance to torment you for your hopeless attraction to them, knowing exactly what they do to you. But is sly sexuality and enigmatic allure all there is to the tiger and wolf hybrid, or do the depths of their eyes hide something more for you? Part 2/2.
Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 8.8k
Pairings: Tiger Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader X Wolf Hybrid!Jeongguk
Warnings: Taehyung has some tiger parts that you might wanna google, knotting, too much cum, creampie, cumplay(?), penetrative hardcore sex, oral sex (f and m recieving), slight ass play, threesome, swearing, ugly crying lol.
Part 1 | Part 2 (complete)
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Bewildered, Jeongguk stood rooted on his feet for a few seconds, unable to comprehend what had just occurred. He had expected surprise from you, maybe even a little bit of disgruntlement, which he could deal with and have you back in his arms in no time.
Instead, he’d just watched you cry for the first time. And he was the reason.
Muscles snapping back into action, he dashed after you, shouldering past many a drunk people impolitely. Jackson wasn’t gonna be happy with him for slacking off on bouncer duty, and shoulder checking club-goers on top of it, but right now he couldn’t give a flying fuck about anybody but his owner. He was a little shaken, second guessing everything.
He knew you were attracted to them. It was crystal clear you wanted them. Although he admits it wasn’t the most ethical thing to not reveal his identity to you, but he was a hybrid! He hadn’t considered that possibility until after you kissed him. Because for him, he could recognise your scent from among a crowd of people blindfolded. But what had he done that was so bad you would cry?
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Ultimate Anime Tournament: Round 2, Matchup 49
