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wanders-in-wonderland · 8 months

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A Game

My arms are tied behind my back and I'm sitting on a bench with my legs straddling it. I'm blindfolded and gagged, with no idea what to expect.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of footsteps and a deep, silky voice calls out, "Darling, how are we feeling?" I whimper into the gag as I feel him come closer. I flinch when his fingers dance lightly across my skin as he cups my tits before flicking my nipples.

"I want to play a game," he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "You see, I invested in a lovely little something that's supposed to make little toys like you so desperate and so horny that you can only focus on cumming. But I want to see if that's true, and if so, how powerful it can be."

I can hear him rustling around and the metal clinking of different things makes me even further on edge. I whimper and flinch when I feel him rub something cold against my arm and the smell of rubbing alcohol hits my nose. Before I can process what is going on, I feel the sting of a needle going into my arm. He'd injected me.

It doesn't take long for me to figure out that he'd injected me with an aphrodisiac, the "investment" he'd mentioned. I can feel my whole body heating up, my nipples harden into peaks, my clit pulses, and I feel my pussy clench rhythmically. I'm panting slightly as I feel my body completely overwhelmed with need and I know that if he were to take my gag out, I'd be begging him to touch me, fuck me, please make me cum.

I can feel my pussy leaking onto the bench, creating a puddle. He laughs softly from behind me and suddenly, I feel his hand wrap around my throat. He tightens his grip slightly, restricting my airway just enough to make breathing a little more difficult and the lack of oxygen makes me even dizzier with need.

"I want to see if you'll pick your needy little cunt over your need to breathe," he murmurs darkly. I'm too delirious to fully comprehend what that means as my hips start to thrust slightly, desperately trying to create some kind of friction on my clit to relieve the pressure.

He lets go of my throat and I gasp as much as I can over the gag. I feel him walk away for a brief moment before he's back. He brushes something lightly over my neck and I realize it's rope. He loops the rope over my head and wraps it around my neck, tying it loosely. Then, I feel him walk away again and I hear the sound of more rustling and I start feeling slight tugs on the rope. The tugs become more insistent and I have to stand up from the bench I'm straddling just to keep it from choking me.

Eventually, I feel the tugs stop, but now I realize that he'd tied the other end of the rope so high up that I can't sit back down without restricting my own breathing by essentially hanging myself. I hear him laugh as he watches me, "Have you figured it out yet, honey? Maybe this will help."

I hear the buzzing of a vibrator break the silence and then I feel it. He presses the bulb of the toy against my clit and I moan deeply as my hips start to move. He pushes the vibrator hard against my clit and I'm whimpering from the pleasure. The aphrodisiac has made me so sensitive and needy that the few seconds of the vibrator has pushed me to the brink of an orgasm. But before I can fully enjoy it, he pulls it away. I whine into my gag and beg as best as I can.

"Now, here comes the fun part," he says, "I'm going to put this vibrator right here on the bench. Right where your little clitty would be if you were sitting. Now the only problem is, if you want to sit, you're going to have to choke yourself with that rope. And that is the game." He laughs darkly as the realization of my predicament hits me.

I desperately try to rub my thighs together to relieve some of the burning need but it doesn't help. My clit is throbbing at the idea of the vibrator, and I'm so, so needy that I can feel my pussy clenching.

I tentatively try to lower myself down a little bit. I can barely feel the vibrator brushing my clit before I reach the limit of the rope. I whimper when the severity of my predicament hits me. The slight sensation of the vibrator is making my eyes roll but it doesn't help to relieve any of the need that's been building up inside of me.

I can feel my body begging my mind to rearrange its priorities. I'm so desperate to cum that I'm willing to deprive my body of oxygen just so I can make this need go away. If I were more coherent, I would be humiliated by myself, but right now, I'm too far gone to care.

The desperate part of my brain takes over and I let myself sit down fully onto the vibrator. A choked gasp leaves me, both from the relentless pleasure that overwhelms me and from the tight rope around my neck that restricts my airway. The rope isn't tight enough that I can't breathe at all, but it's enough to make my head spin.

I vaguely hear him laugh but all I can focus on is the pleasure rushing through me. I can feel myself barreling towards an orgasm and if I had more air, I'm sure I would be screaming and moaning from all the sensation. I feel my face redden from the lack of oxygen and I'm becoming lightheaded. I'm so close to cumming but before I can push myself over that edge, I feel my body lift up from the vibrator as my instinct to breathe kicks in. Air floods my lungs as the rope loosens and I feel tears well up in my eyes. My own body betrayed me, picking oxygen over my orgasm.

He laughs in delight, "Oh poor honey, looks like you don't want to cum that badly yet."

I'm panting and shaking slightly, my legs barely having enough strength to keep my body up. I want to sob at how unfair it all is but I'm too focused on drawing in as much air as possible.

"Hm, let's tip the balance honey," he says and I feel him wipe my arm again with an alcohol wipe. I whine when I feel the second injection. He dosed me again. Immediately, I feel the effects of the aphrodisiac grow exponentially. My pussy flutters and my clit pulses even harder. The need multiplies inside of me, pushing me towards the brink of my sanity.

I'm so desperate that I don't hesitate this time when I sit down onto the vibrator. I feel my eyes roll up into my head as the sensation on my clit pushes me toward the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. The lack of oxygen makes everything more sensitive, and I let out a gurgled scream when my orgasm hits, my pussy spraying my release all over the bench and the vibrator. I let myself ride out the orgasm before I get my feet back under me, standing to let myself breathe and to let my clit recover a little from the onslaught of stimulation.

I'm panting from the rope and the orgasm as I shake slightly. But as my orgasm fades, the need rebuilds. "Oh honey, you're going to need more orgasms than just one to burn through all the drugs in your system." His voice barely breaks through the haze in my mind, and I briefly wonder what I must look like right now, tied up and strung out.

My body drops back onto the bench and I let the vibrator ravage my clit, relieving some of the torturous need inside of me while I gasp for air that just won't go into my lungs. I chase every orgasm like this, pressing myself to the vibrator for as long as I can before the need for air forces me to leave it behind. I cum three more times but still, the drug-induced need doesn't fade, despite the overstimulation that makes me want to stop.

I'm crying after my fourth orgasm, face permanently pink from the stimulation and air restriction. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my neck. I whimper when I feel him step closer to me and I let myself lean into him.

"Are you enjoying the game, honey?" He murmurs into my ear before kissing the side of my neck softly. I whine in response and before I can even get my bearings, he shoves me down onto the vibrator. I'm not prepared this time and I lose what little air I have in a scream. He doesn't seem to care as he pushes my body down onto the vibrator, keeping me from coming up for air. I'm writhing, the vibrator pushing me toward another orgasm as I gasp uselessly.

He's too strong for me and I can't do anything but accept the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen. The lightheadedness makes my head spin when my body clenches as I cum. My cunt flutters around nothing and my clit burns with overstimulation. He doesn't let up, forcing me to ride out this orgasm as another builds quickly. I don't even know if it's a separate orgasm or a continuation of the earlier one when my pussy gushes again and squirts all over the bench. I'm shaking as my vision goes white and the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen breaks me. I feel myself fade out of consciousness as my body goes limp under his hands.

I wake up to my body burning from soreness. I'm cradled in his arms in bed and he smiles at me when he sees I'm awake. His lips meet mine and I press myself closer against him, ignoring my groaning muscles. "Did you like our game, honey?" He whispers to me. "I loved it."

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thesmuttyduchess · 1 month

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padreisdaddy · 12 days

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Free use kink >

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craycraybluejay · 4 months

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wanna get cute scaredy boy super high and touch him while he struggles and trips over his tongue trying to say no. while his body betrays him and reacts due to the aphrodisic properties of the strain and all the while he can barely if at all move on his own. feeling his heavy, flushed hot form, practically limp, leaning back against my own. feeling his dick twitch and drool onto my hand as he pants and cries. firmly gripping his throat and watching his face get even more impossibly flushed. pressing my knuckles deep into his abdomen and telling him just how good he would look if i really punched him there; over and over again. hearing that little sqeak as i first penetrate him with my finger, the surprise and helplessness of it all, the inevitability. fingering him open as he weakly tries to get away. it doesn't even take force to stay him; just a gentle hand on his arm, wrapped around his chest. i feel it on my fingers and in my body, the moment he completely melts into me and allows it to happen. the way all his weight in its entirety lays into my elastic flesh, the way he begins to really open for me like a blooming midnight flower. when i take him, i feel no fear. he won't dare to talk, he may not even remember it. definitely not clearly as I will. even the leftover ache from the stretch when finally, finally, i get inside him; will not properly jog the memory. who ever claimed weed wasn't fun? for thee, but not for me. you can have my entire stash so long as you let me touch you.

#intox cnc #cnc k!nk #r@pe kink #r@pe fantasy #fantasies #dark kinks #nsft #aphrodisiac #asphyxia #choking #non con #ask to tag #ngl i should further explore the concept of paying for sex with drugs #as mentioned toward the end

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choking-on-ice · 3 months

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Baldurs Gate x 80s Dark Fantasy

Part One of the series, I'm gonna do all of the Origin characters! (+ Durge)

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #tav bg3 #digital art #baldurs gate fanart #baldy gay #bg3 fanart #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate tav #bg3 #bg3 lae'zel #lae'zel #baldurs gate laezel #githyanki #dungeons and drawings #dark fantasy #choking on dark fantasy

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alexandrasdesires666 · 13 days

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#passion #obsessive love #dark fantasy #dark romance #obsessed #dark aesthetic #prey kink #choked while fucked #choke her #cnc stalking #touch my body #touch

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astraltrav3l3r · 2 months

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Cut me open & lick my organs💀🎀🖤

#kinky girl #kinky mood #gore lover #dark fantasy #darkness #death work #santisimamuerte #dark aesthetic #cheeta print #choker #choke her #grotesque #dead inside #horror lover #darkness falls

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choking-on-ice · 2 months

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Gale x 80's Dark Fantasy

went with a more 80s dark fantasy - romance for Gale, it just felt like it fit his personal quest way better. Lae'zel's involves alot of fighting, blood fueds etc. But Gale's is abt his inability to let go of the past, resist the temptation of power for revenge over a broken heart, and all that so....yeah fantasy-romance vibes.

Hope you like it! I'm already abt halfway through Wyll's, and then it'll be onto either Karlach or Astarion.

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imawhore09 · 1 year

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3 months of hell (Part 1)

Hey guys so this is my first fic so don't be too harsh.

Warnings: dub-con, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), kidnapping, mentions of pills, penetration, oral(m and f receiving), Violence, gun, taser, and death/blood. and i think that's all.

this is a series so here's part one.

enjoy and leave thoughts.

The last thing you remember was getting thrown into a van and a pinching feeling on your neck. You are now waking up in an unfamiliar place; it’s a dark, damp, and creepy old house. You see 5 other people chained by their wrists to loops on the ground. You immediately recognize them from your school. The tall blonde blue eyed one is Ely, you’ve known him for about 6 years. The tall brunette with eyes that change colors more than a chameleon is Karter, you’ve only known him for about 4 years. The other tall brunette but eyes are melted chocolate is Liam, you’ve known him for 6 years as well. Then there are the other 2 girls: a short dyed black cropped hair is Zoie. You’ve known her the longest, about 7 years. Then there is the short Golden haired girl whose name is Nicole you’ve known her the shortest amount 2 years.

2 men come in; one with a taser and a glass of water and the other with a gun and a couple of pills.

“Here is how this is going to work: 2 of you will take these pills and you’ll go to the other room and fuck each other. If you refuse the first time you get tased once, the second you both get tased 5 times, and the third I will shoot you. You both must cum or you will be tased. Am I understood?” The one with the gun says.

You all shake your heads yes not wanting to upset the guy that has a literal weapon in his hand and looks willing to actually shoot you.

“Let's play a game to see who goes first.” The shorter one says.

“The first person to make a noise will go first with her.” The taller one says while pointing at you.

Everyone is quiet trying to not make a noise because no one really wants to fuck you while being forced to. The tall one puts his gun and the pills on a side table in the house, taking his elbow and shoving it full force into Karters stomach making him groan.

“Looks like we have our winner,” The short one says as he unlocks both of your chains and pulls you up.

The taller one grabs the pills and hands one to each of you and motions for you to take it. When neither one of you makes a move to take it the shorter one tases you one after another. You fall to your knees in pain. You're the first to crack and grab the water and take the pill, Karter noticing the fear and pain in your eyes he grabs the water from you and takes his.

The two men now lead you both to a separate room and lock you in there. The pills are starting to take effect and you can see Karter’s hard on through his sweatpants. You can feel the slick running down your thighs and sticking to your skirt.

“Do you want to do this? If you don’t that’s fine we can fix ourselves and say we had sex.” Karter starts to ramble.

“I don’t think we have a choice, Karter. I just want to live, I don't want to die.” You dump the truth on him that this is a do or die situation.

He leans in to kiss you while making sure you're ok with it. As your lips meet you remember your high school days with Karter and all the tension there was with you two. You both liked each other 11th and 12th grade and even made out a few times but it went nowhere. You both start to get into it, you grinding into him and him starting to pepper kisses down your neck trying to find that spot. Once he hits it you let out a soft moan that brings a rise out of Karter. He starts to suck and nibble on that one spot leaving a mark in his way. As he goes further down he looks through his eyebrows making sure this is ok; giving him the consent he needed he flipped your skirt up and rubbed your clit through the layer that seperates you and his fingers. What caught your surprise is his head disappearing under the skirt and emerging with your underwear in between his pearly whites. Kissing your thighs as he travels higher and higher while biting to make sure you both know what happened tonight or this morning at this point you don’t know how long you’ve been here. Once he finally gets to your desperate center: you could have sworn you could have just cum right then and there from the first stripe licked onto it. You moan latching your red nails onto his hair and tugging. Karter groans at the sensation, sending vibrations onto your throbbing bud. His warm tongue slips down further and burrows itself in your hole.

#smut fic #dub con #dark smut #kidnap fantasy #choking

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just-a-silly-little-whumper · 2 years

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Severed

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Elze’ith and Lord Denholm exorcize Altair. It doesn’t feel like freedom.

Contains: Fantasy setting, intimate whumper, mental connection between whumpee and whumper, minor mind control, demonic possession, choking, broken bones, painful magical healing, minor blood, some hurt/comfort, vaguely mentioned religious (cult) whump

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“He’s down there?”

The door to the cellar was unassuming, carrying no outward signs of the cultish activity that once took place beneath or the demon it now kept at bay. Elze’ith swallowed. “He is.”

Lord Denholm traced a hand over the wood, a spark of magic at his fingertips. Small silver runes lit up around the outer door frame. The core of Elze’ith’s magic reserves prickled, as it had many times over the past two days when his protective wards around the basement were tested.

“These wards are quite robust. You never cease to amaze, my light,” Lord Denholm mused, pulling his hand back. The glow dimmed until the door once again appeared mundane.

Elze’ith felt his face heat. “I needed to ensure that the demon did not hurt anyone until I could figure out how I was going to free Altair.”

“Still, if I did not know any better I would say that these runes were fresh. To be able to put these in place after what must have been a difficult confrontation, and maintain them after everything it took for you to get to my home?” Lord Denholm did not hide his smile. “You are most impressive.”

Elze’ith averted his gaze. The presence in the back of his mind flared for a moment before receding. Focus. “You flatter me. But we have work to do. Are you ready, milord?”

The sense of power beside him grew. “Indeed.”

“Then let us begin.”

Steeling himself, Elze’ith pushed the door open, letting the wards weaken. A short set of stairs descended into the dark basement. The air was stale, and there was no sound from below. Creating a small ball of light in the palm of his hand, Elze’ith started down the steps.

When he had originally left the manor that the cult had been using, it had been in disarray. Now as he once again set eyes on the basement where Altair was confined, he found it absolutely chaotic. Shelves and boxes were knocked over, ink and chalk and blood smeared together on the floor, and long claw marks had dug gashes into the stone walls. Clearly, the demon was not happy with its situation.

And yet when his vision adjusted to the low light, he saw Altair’s body sitting casually in the center of the defaced summoning circle. Altair’s golden hair was matted and his clothes were crumpled and spattered with blood, but the demon’s posture was entirely casual and unbothered. Elze’ith narrowed his eyes. He didn’t trust this one bit.

“He said you would come back,” the demon said languidly. It lifted Altair’s hand off his knee to examine his fingernails, which had grown to claws under the demon’s influence. Elze’ith grit his teeth. “I was almost expecting to be stuck down here forever, but perhaps his faith in you wasn’t misplaced after all.

“And you brought a friend, too!” The stairs creaked under Lord Denholm’s feet as the man descended, but Elze’ith was entirely focused on his partner. The demon heaved Altair’s body upright. “Here I thought there was no one else in the valley who could come to poor little Altair’s aid. Who is—” There was a pause, before a manic grin spread across Altair’s face. “You sought out the Lord of the Valley to help you? Oh, this should be good.”

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance. A shame our meeting will have to be so short,” Lord Denholm said with a hint of amusement.

“Altair!” Elze’ith called. “Hang on. I’m going to fix this.”

And then he clasped his hands together and started to chant.

The words were familiar on his tongue; he and Altair had performed this ritual many times over the years. The way the demon surged at him in anger was similarly familiar, as demons were rarely content to sit and let themselves be exorcized. What was decidedly less familiar was Lord Denholm’s deep timbre overlapping with his own voice, and how the other man made no move to intervene, even when the demon pinned Elze’ith to the wall by his throat in one smooth motion.

His voice sputtered as his air was cut off. On his own Altair was strong, but with the demon’s strength his grip was crushing. Foreign cruelty shone out of Altair’s eyes as the demon considered him.

“I’m not going to give him up so easily,” the demon hissed. Elze’ith struggled to continue his chant, but the demon’s grip tightened, and he gasped breathlessly. “We’ve wanted him for so long, after all. I just need to get past you, and then I’ll have all the time in the world to tear that luminous little soul of his to shreds.”

With Altair’s hand pressing mercilessly into his windpipe, Elze’ith couldn’t continue his part of the exorcism. But not all of his magic required him to speak. Summoning his magic, he held up his hand and created a burst of holy light. The demon recoiled, clawed fingers slicing trails of blood in Elze’ith’s neck as it pulled back. It wasn’t much; the demon was merely temporarily blinded. But it was enough.

“You can’t have him,” Elze’ith gasped, voice raspy. His other hand hovered over his neck, and he hissed at the feeling of healing magic causing his flesh to stitch itself back together. “Nobody can.”

Enraged, the demon lurched at him again. Its movements were clumsy this time, though, and Elze’ith was able to duck to the side as he resumed his chanting. For a brief moment he spared a glance towards Lord Denholm. The other man was speaking evenly, seemingly unbothered by the demon’s assault on Elze’ith. Help from him would likely be limited.

That was fine. Elze’ith could handle this on his own.

Altair’s eyes blinked rapidly and the demon’s gaze locked on Elze’ith once again. Its vision had cleared, then. The veins in Altair’s wrist began to turn purple as the demon flexed Altair’s hand and shot dark hellfire at Elze’ith. Even if the demon was using Altair’s magic, it didn’t have the same power as Altair’s fire normally did, as Elze’ith was able to summon a shield of magical force that repelled the blast with ease. Two more bursts of flame bounced off the shield, and the demon’s growls of frustration grew louder.

Reaching out with Altair’s other hand, the demon sunk clawed fingers into the stone wall and gouged out a hunk of rock. Elze’ith moved to dodge even before the demon hurled the makeshift projectile, as the rock would shatter his shield that blocked magic with ease. But he was just a beat too slow, and the chunk of wall caught him in the shoulder, sending him staggering. The cadence of his chanting faltered momentarily as he grunted in pain, but he swiftly recovered himself. It wasn’t enough of a blow to waste energy healing, but it definitely wasn’t pleasant.

As Elze’ith and Lord Denholm completed the first phase of the ritual, Altair began glowing with a soft, golden light. The magic was honed in on its target. The two men then diverged in their chanting, replacing the simultaneous recitation with different overlapping scripts. This was why the ritual required two people; one needed to keep the body’s rightful soul tethered, while the other cast the demon out and destroyed it. Attempting to exorcize the demon without properly maintaining the soul’s connection to the body ran the risk of the soul also being pulled out and destroyed.

The demon’s attention flicked to Lord Denholm then. Hellfire licked up Altair’s arms as it lunged for the Lord, out of either desperation or ignorance to the man’s power. Lord Denholm neatly sidestepped the approaching demon and seized Altair’s wrist, seemingly unfazed by the fire roiling under his hand. The sense of power the man emanated swelled to the point it became overwhelming. A loud crack rang out through the basement, followed by a shriek of pain that sounded so much like Altair it almost made Elze’ith stop chanting entirely. The hellfire along the arm in Lord Denholm’s grasp sputtered out.

“What’s the point of saving him if you’re just going to hurt him in the process? How far will you go, little hero?” the demon hissed, trying to pull away from Lord Denholm’s unyielding grip. Lord Denholm just smiled and began dragging the demon towards the center of the basement. The sight made Elze’ith’s heart stutter in his chest, but he kept chanting; the ritual was almost done, and stopping now would ruin everything.

The chanting reached a crescendo, and the demon writhed as Altair’s body glowed brighter. It had no words left, and its howls filled the room as the ritual reached completion. There was a flash of light, a flurry of wind, and then silence.

There was a moment, after the demon had been expunged from Altair and his body had gone limp, that Lord Denholm continued holding him up by his wrist. Elze’ith found himself frozen, staring at the tableau as Lord Denholm seemed to study Altair’s unconscious form. Then Lord Denholm released Altair, sending him crumpling to the ground, and Elze’ith immediately rushed to his side.

“Altair? It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Elze’ith said softly. One hand cupped Altair’s ashen cheek, and the other carefully took hold of Altair’s hand. The purple in his veins had receded, thankfully, but his hand was sitting awkwardly, his wrist clearly broken.

For one single, shining moment, Elze’ith let himself utterly loathe Lord Denholm, both for what he had done to Altair and for what he was going to make Elze’ith do. But the presence in the back of his mind roiled at the notion, and he put the thought aside. Right now, Altair needed him. And later… well. One thing at a time.

Elze’ith withdrew his hand from Altair’s cheek so he could cradle Altair’s wrist in both hands. Once he made sure the joint was straight, he closed his eyes and channeled healing magic into the broken bone. Altair groaned softly, and Elze’ith started murmuring words of reassurance as his magic did its work. All the while he was hyper-aware of Lord Denholm’s eyes boring into the two of them.

When Elze’ith pulled his hands away, healing finished, Altair groaned again, louder this time. Elze’ith brushed some stray strands of hair out of his face as his eyes fluttered open.

“Elze’ith?” he rasped, voice hoarse from the demon’s misuse. He blinked several times, eyes seemingly unable to focus.

Hearing Altair’s voice, hearing him and not something else speaking through him, was a balm on Elze’ith’s soul. “I’m here. You’re okay.”

Altair smiled weakly. “Knew you would come.”

“I’m so sorry I took so long. Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Nothing that time and rest won’t fix,” Altair said. Which, knowing him, could genuinely mean that he just needed time to recover from the strain of possession, or that he just didn’t want to trouble Elze’ith with healing some injury he was hiding. Hard to tell with him. He started trying to push himself up onto his elbows, and froze, prompting Elze’ith to catch his shoulders to prop him up. Elze’ith’s injured shoulder twinged in pain as he took Altair’s weight. “Lord Denholm.”

The Lord of the Valley smiled. “It is good to have you back, young Buchannan. I hope that this experience won’t turn you off your line of work going forward, will it?”

“It won’t.” Altair’s muscles were tense under Elze’ith’s hands; in his exhausted state even that slight tension was causing him to shake. “What are you doing here?”

“Saving you, of course. Your partner couldn’t perform the exorcism alone, and as such he entreated me for assistance.”

“You asked him?” Altair hissed.

“I couldn’t just leave you.”

The look Altair gave him was full of emotions Elze’ith didn’t want to put names to.

“I’ll leave you two to talk,” Lord Denholm said mildly, although his smile betrayed the fact that he was enjoying every moment of this. “Meet me at the carriage when you’re finished here, my light.”

With those words the presence in Elze’ith’s mind turned into an all-encompassing pressure that had him wincing, before it receded slightly. The weight of it still bore down heavily on his consciousness. That was a command, then, and one he could not refuse without consequences. When Elze’ith was able to focus again, Lord Denholm had gone.

“Elze’ith.” Altair had pushed himself properly upright. More color had returned to his complexion. “What did you do?”

“I made things right.” Keeping one arm around Altair’s shoulder, Elze’ith gently took Altair’s hand in his own. “I wasn’t just going to abandon you. I’m sorry I let this happen in the first place, but I couldn’t live with myself if I just condemned you to that fate without doing everything I could to save you from it.”

Altair sighed. “My getting possessed wasn’t your fault, my dear. I’m just shocked you went to Lord Denholm, and that he agreed. We both know what kind of man he is.”

A shiver ran down Elze’ith’s spine. His voice was small when he spoke. “It takes two people to perform the exorcism. There was no one else I could ask.”

“And did he ask for anything in return?” Altair’s voice was even, almost stern. “He must have wanted something; I don’t believe for a moment he did this without some ulterior motive.”

“He—” Elze’ith tightened his grip on Altair’s hand. “—He said he wanted the companionship of a sorcerer. I offered to stay with him after we made sure you were alright.”

Altair took a deep breath, then exhaled long and slow. “So it’s life in Castle Tergoria for us from here on out, huh?”

“He only wanted one of us. He was very explicit about that. He wants you to continue clearing the valley of supernatural threats.”

“Elze’ith—”

“I know, sunshine. I know.” Elze’ith was fighting to keep his voice from breaking. “I just— I couldn’t free you from this only to let you be trapped in the castle. I couldn’t do that to you. It had to be me.”

Altair seemed dubious. “I don’t like he way he acts around you. He makes you uncomfortable.”

“It won’t be that bad.” The smile Elze’ith gave was unconvincing, and he knew it. “I’m sure I’ll get used to it.”

Altair twined their fingers together and squeezed Elze’ith’s hand. “You’re not going through with it. We’ll just hide for the rest of the winter, and find a way out of the valley once spring comes. We’ve done it before.”

The pressure in Elze’ith’s mind pulsed, and he tried to hide a wince. “I don’t think he’ll let me do that.”

By the look on Altair’s face, he had some inkling of what Elze’ith meant. “He—”

“It’ll be fine.” Elze’ith pressed his forehead to Altair’s and closed his eyes. “I’ll be alright, my love. And it won’t be forever. Like everything else, we’ll find a way through this. We’ll just have to be apart for a little while.”

For a moment Altair didn’t move. Then Altair’s other hand cupped Elze’ith’s cheek. Elze’ith leaned into the touch. “Promise me that I’ll see you again.”

“You will. I promise. Promise me that you’ll survive until I can come back to you?”

“I promise.” A pause. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They sat there, breathing each other in, for a long moment, before Elze’ith began to pull away. “I have to go. Will you be alright?”

Altair nodded. “I told you, I just need to rest.”

Elze’ith smiled, and began pulling himself to his feet, gently tugging Altair up with him. He was careful not to take too much of Altair’s weight on his aching shoulder. “Forgive me for not entirely believing you.”

Altair chuckled, then his face grew somber again. “Well then. I guess it’s time to see you off.”

“I guess it is.”

Still, if they let themselves linger in the basement for a little while longer before making their way back outside, then nobody could blame them for that.

#silly writes #whump #whump writing #elze'ith sylrel oc #altair buchannan oc #lord soren denholm oc #fantasy whump #intimate whump #possession #magic #choking #mind control #mind reading #broken bones #flicker in the dark

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dramatic-shitpost-poet · 1 year

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Oh, my lover

Slip that hand around my neck

Choke me so sweet

Fuck me up in the best

Growl out like a beast

All in fun, right?

#poetry #dark fantasy #dark poetry #bdsmkink #bdsmplay #choking

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choking-on-ice · 2 months

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Gale dark fantasy WIP

sorry for how long the next in this series is taking, school is kicking my ass rn. should have Gale's done in a day or two, Wyll's will be quick to follow

note: also just wanted to show the absolute ridiculous amount of ref pics i ended up with for this one

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songs2aiart · 2 days

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Muse - Propaganda “Floozy, You got me trapped in your dark fantasy world”

“Don't you know you make me woozy? You have me wrapped around your little finger”

“Cold chick, You ate my soul just like a Death Eater”

“I'm the ocean, you're an oil slick Now I am choking on your thought pollution” https://youtu.be/9LgLcDg15SM

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littlexdeaths · 1 month

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i get off - e.m.

perv eddie munson x perv fem reader

you don’t know that i know, you watch me every night…

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: voyeurism, masturbation (f & m), eddie is lil peeping tom but reader loves it, they both steal each other’s shit, oral (f receiving), fingering, cum eating, choking, spanking, dirty talk, mean!dom eddie, unprotected piv sex, cream pie, squirting, they both are nasty freaks

a/n: this is another edit and repost from my old account. it’s one of my favorite fics so i had to move it over here. enjoy freaks xx. 😘

based on i get off by halestorm

word count: 3.8k

you’re sprawled out on your bed, fingers running through your drenched folds. clad in only an oversized iron maiden t-shirt and a pair of knee high socks, you’re everything he’s ever wanted. plucked directly out of one of his dirtiest fantasies.

you can feel his eyes on you, you always do.

not that he realizes that.

and while you’ve lived barely ten feet apart for your entire lives, eddie has never had the courage to make a move.

so he settles for this— watching you through his bedroom window.

fantasizing that the delicate fingers now dipping inside you were his. and the fist currently wrapped around his thick cock was smaller, softer. yours.

the first time he witnessed you like this it was a complete accident.

you had been pent up all day, and didn’t think to shut your bedroom curtains before slipping your hand inside your panties. the bedside lamp bathing your room in a muted yellow hue. eddie had been working on a new song, guitar perched on his lap.

he was frustrated with trying to string together this new melody, glancing up in utter annoyance. that is until his gaze drifted towards the window, his eyes widened and his cock stirred in his jeans.

you looked beautiful, you always did. however this was the most vulnerable state you could be in, and the fact that he got to witness it— made you all the more enchanting to him.

he’d be embarrassed to admit that watching you touch yourself made him cum in his jeans, completely untouched. and that first time you were none the wiser, not noticing the dark eyes that were trailing your figure. but once eddie had gotten a taste he couldn’t get enough.

eagerly waiting by his bedroom window to enjoy his new favorite nightly program… you.

you weren’t sure exactly how long he’d been doing it for, but the night you caught him in the act, it awoke something within you. while eddie made sure to keep his bedroom light off, the moonlight was not on his side that night.

it had filled his room in a soft white glow, highlighting his pale skin. his naked form perched on the edge of his unmade bed, stroking his shaft in tandem with each thrust of your fingers.

his moans are what gave him away, as your eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure. but he’d gotten a little too carried away, thinking about how pretty your pussy would look stuffed full with his cock.

the thin walls of the trailer doing nothing to conceal his sounds. when your eyes finally opened, you were met with the most glorious sight you’ve ever seen.

eddie fucking himself into his fist, his head tilted back as he spilled all over his ringed fingers. the image alone had your eyes rolling back, body shaking as your orgasm ripped through you. one of the most intense you’ve ever had, and from that night on you always kept your curtains open.

desperately chasing that euphoric feeling again.

while you didn’t always see him, you knew he was there. the feeling of his greedy eyes on you was enough to have you cumming harder than you ever have in your entire life. your whimpers were muffled but still rang through his ears as he’d make a mess all over his hand and chest.

different images of you— on your knees, on top of him, taking you from behind, or his favorite with his head buried between your thighs.

it was slowly driving him crazy, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of you. he needed more. he quickly found himself staring out his window any chance he could. gazing longingly as you floated around your bedroom.

he watched you change, get ready for the day, study with your college textbooks. your pencil resting in between your teeth. eddie knew it was wrong, that if you ever found out you would be revolted.

if he only knew it was the exact opposite, and how you couldn’t finish without feeling his eyes on you. but you also needed more, desperate to feel his weight on top of you. his mouth trailing over your skin, his cock stretching you out perfectly.

so you became bolder, going as far as to leave your bedroom window open. letting your moans drift through the night air, teasing him further.

and when you noticed some of your panties had gone missing it only heightened your desire for him. knowing he was in your room, touching your things… holding your panties up to his nose as he came all over himself.

grunts of your name escaped his pouted lips, and his left yours as you drenched your fingers. but it wasn’t enough.

you needed him.

fueled by your insatiable lust you found yourself gazing at him more and more. as he sat on his messy floor, playing guitar or working on a dnd campaign. focusing intently on his fingers, and imagining just how good they would feel inside you.

but your favorite was when he was fresh out of the shower. his dark curls were drenched, water dripping down his inked chest. the patch of hair that disappeared beneath his towel drove you absolutely mad.

so you took a play out of his own book, sneaking into his room while he was working at benny’s. or coming home late from a gig at the hideout, surrounding yourself in everything that was so distinctly eddie.

eddie honestly wasn’t concerned when a few of his shirts had gone missing. or a pair of his cum stained boxers, a guitar pick… as he lost things all the time. he simply chalked it up to his forgetful nature, either he misplaced them or lent them to someone.

that is until tonight, as he peered through your window for what felt like the millionth time. his heart was in his throat as he instantly recognized the iron maiden shirt adorning your frame as his.

the realization dawns on him that you knew exactly what he’d been doing this whole time… and instead of being disgusted or upset, you liked it. enough so that you began doing the same thing to him.

that epiphany made any reservations or fears he still had fade into nothingness. the male decided that he couldn’t sit back and only watch you anymore.

he had to have you.

the brunette rose to his feet, pulling a pair of sweatpants over his long legs before slipping out of his bedroom window. quickly dropping onto the ground as he walks the short distance to your adjoined trailer.

his large hands grip the bottom of the window sill, pushing it open the rest of the way before he’s hoisting himself through it. a small gasp leaves you as he tumbles inside and onto your bedroom floor.

eddie is quick to get back on his feet, as you eagerly eye the obvious tent in his gray sweats. licking his plump lips as he sizes you up. he stalks forward like a predator, slowly crawling onto your bed and between your spread legs.

the male grabs your wrist, coaxing your fingers out of your drenched cunt. raising them up to his mouth, slipping them between his lips with a deep groan. “such a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

for once you’re speechless, his actions jumbling your already fuzzy thoughts. you never imagined he’d actually come through your window, like you’d been dreaming about for weeks.

“speak for yourself munson…” your confidence suddenly comes rushing back, pushing your fingers deeper into his mouth. feeling your wetness pooling onto the bed sheets as he swirls his tongue around them.

“guess we’re both a little dirty, huh baby?” eddie chuckles as he removes your fingers from his mouth, now leaning over you.

letting yourself fall back against the pillow, his face mere inches from yours. this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to him, now noticing the light freckles dotted along the bridge of his nose. the dimple that indents his cheek as he smirks down at you, little things that you found utterly endearing.

his hands begin drifting down your sides, his smirk only widening as you shudder beneath him. “is that what does it for ya? you like being watched sweetness?” he grips the fabric of his shirt, starting to push it up your torso.

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. “i get off on you…” you slowly trail your lips up his throat, sucking harsh bruises onto his pale skin. the male letting out a husky moan as you nip at his ear, “getting off on me.”

eddie curses under his breath before he’s pinning you down against the mattress, his lips crashing against yours. your fingers tangle in his wild curls, kissing him back just as forcefully. all the pent up sexual tension and desire now spilling from both of you, as his hips rut into yours. feeling his hard length pressing onto your thigh, moaning into his mouth.

your impatience seems to get the better of you as you grip onto one of his wrists, guiding his large hand in between your thighs. a not so subtle way of telling him exactly what you wanted, the male nipping at your lower lip before he’s leaning back onto his knees.

spreading your thighs even wider, as his dark eyes zero in on the mess between them. his fingers dip between your folds, gathering your sticky nectar on the digits. swirling them around your swollen clit before moving lower.

the metalhead teases you as he circles the tip of his middle finger on your entrance. barely pushing it inside you before removing it, a wet squelch filling the room. “oh listen to her purr for me baby… you want my fingers inside you?”

you nod frantically, lifting your hips up in an effort to get him closer to where you needed him. but he pulls them away immediately, causing you to whine from the loss. eddie grabs your cheeks in his hand, squishing them together as he meets your hooded gaze. “i asked you a question, sweet cheeks.”

he watches as your eyes glaze over more, the dominance he was exuding turning your brain to mush. “and i expect an answer, or is that pretty little head of yours too fucked out for me?” his tone is condescending, borderline rude but it only seems to fuel the fire in between your legs.

you let out a soft whimper, the male letting go of your cheeks to trail his sticky fingers down your jaw.

“need your fingers eddie…” the male chuckles, wrapping his hand around your neck. hovering his face over yours, his thumb stroking the column of your throat.

“need them where, hm?”

you’re quickly becoming impatient, and he can tell from how your lips jut out into a pout. thighs closing in around his own, in an attempt to feel some kind of friction.

“come on now… don’t ya wanna be a good girl for me?” he can see the effect those words have on you, your pupils dilating and your breath hitching in your throat.

“put them inside me.”

while your tone is meant to be demanding, it comes out as more of a plea than anything else. your heart is racing in anticipation as his fingers trail down your stomach. cupping your cunt in the palm of his hand, “and what do good girls say?”

you now realize your mistake, the male raising a brow as he awaits your answer. “please touch me.” eddie is quick to reward you, plunging two fingers into your awaiting heat.

“see? now you’re learning,” another string of curses leaves his mouth as your walls tighten around his fingers and a high pitched moan falls from yours.

“shit sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight.” he curls the digits up, watching in awe as your back arches off the mattress.

“fuck i need to taste you,” he mumbles more to himself as he lays between your thighs. his tongue darting out, encircling your clit with an urgency you’ve never experienced with anyone else before.

the noises you’re making are music to his ears, and while he’s heard them before— you’ve never sounded quite so needy. pride blossoms in his chest knowing it was because of him, you needed him. he was making you feel this good.

your thighs begin to tremble as he increases the pressure of his tongue, pumping his fingers faster.

“m-more need more.” while eddie wanted to reprimand you for not using your manners, he’s been waiting to have you like this for far too long.

but he’d make sure you didn’t forget next time… if there was a next time. he hoped there would be.

he slips a third finger inside you, the long, thick digits reaching places you never realized existed until now.

and now that you knew what they felt like, your own would never suffice again.

“aww pretty thing, you gonna cum?” he chuckles mockingly as the sound vibrates against your core.

the feeling only aiding in bringing your release that much closer, as your eyes flutter shut. a harsh slap on your thigh has them flying back open, your eyes meeting his as he looks up at you from his position between them.

“eyes on me,” his tone is stern, commanding as his tongue returns to assaulting your swollen bud.

as you start to grind your hips up against his mouth, it pushes his fingers even deeper inside you. hitting that sweet spot that has you crying out a broken, “oh god, please.”

eddie hums against you, increasing the speed of his fingers. “i prefer master… but god has a nice ring to it.” if you weren’t on the brink of an orgasm you might have found that funny, not registering his soft laughter as he sucks harshly on your clit.

the sensation is what finally sends you over the edge, your thighs squeezing around his head and trapping him there.

not that he would ever dare complain.

once you settle back into the mattress is when he pulls away, crawling back up your body towards you. your excitement covers his chin in a light sheen, now tasting yourself as he kisses you with a bruising force.

you reach for the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down his legs. feeling his cock rubbing against the bare skin of your thigh, and you want nothing more than to feel it hard and heavy on your tongue.

“wanna taste you too eds,” you whine as he trails his lips across your jaw, sucking onto your skin. as much as he would love to have you gagging on his cock, his impatience had reached its peak.

“next time sweetness… need to be inside you.”

you clench around nothing at the thought of him filling you up. the promise of a next time making your heart flutter beneath your ribs.

eddie unwillingly untangles himself from you, now standing at the edge of the bed to remove his sweats. his cock stands at full attention as you sit up, eagerly crawling towards him. your mouth waters at the sight, finally able to admire him how you’ve been dying to for the last few weeks.

you wrap one of your hands around the base of his shaft, glancing up at him as you lick up the pre-cum that was smeared across his pink tip. the male grips a fistful of your hair in his hand, tugging you off his dick as a small whimper leaves you.

“hands and knees— now.” he nearly growls at you, releasing you as you continue to look up at him in a daze.

“don’t make me repeat myself baby.”

and as much as you would love to test how far you could push his buttons, that would be saved for a later date. so you do as you’re told, crawling away from him now on your hands and knees.

feeling his eyes trailing over the plush skin of your ass, “take a picture munson, it’ll last longer.”

what you don’t expect is to hear the snap of your polaroid camera, whipping your head around to see the shit eating grin he was sporting. setting the camera and picture down on your dresser once more, “just following orders sweet cheeks.” he chuckles, crawling onto the bed behind you.

eddie lands a firm smack on your ass, his chest now draped across your back. his hot breath fanning over your neck as he leans forward to whisper in your ear, “face the mirror, you aren’t gonna wanna miss this baby.”

your thighs clench together, now turning to face the full length mirror that stood across from your bed.

you glance at yourself briefly before your eyes trail upwards, now meeting his in the reflection. a cocky grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, his hands now roaming the full expanse of your ass.

feeling the tip of his cock brush against your core, pushing your hips back so you could feel more. eddie’s calloused hands grip you tightly, stopping any further movement on your part.

“don’t be fucking greedy, you’ll take what i give you.”

you squeak out a small apology, keeping your eyes focused on him as he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds. gasping once he slowly pushed himself into your awaiting heat, a strangled moan tumbling from his lips.

his eyes squeeze shut as he bottoms out, his balls flush against the curve of your ass. you feel incredibly full, the stretch so divine it makes your head spin.

“eddie please.” you mewl, watching as his brown eyes meet yours.

desperate for him to do something— anything.

eddie’s rings dig into your hips, his eyes glancing down to watch as he slides his cock back out. groaning as you’ve already coated his length in your arousal, a sight he’d only ever seen in his dreams.

“gonna give you everything,” he grunts before slamming himself back inside, knocking the air out of your lungs as you fall forward onto the mattress.

you grip the edge of it for support as he continues to rock his hips into yours, this new angle allowing him to rub against your sweet spot perfectly. keeping your eyes locked on the mirror, the image of him behind you— thrusting into you will be seared in your memory forever.

the black ink swirling on his skin, the light sheen of sweat on his chest. the veins in his forearms that are much more noticeable as he grips you tighter. he looks more like a greek god than anyone had a right to.

your jaw is slack, mouth hanging open as you continue to watch him. the little ‘uh uh uhs’ that leave your lips mix with the sound of your skin slapping together. now filling the quiet space of your bedroom.

“taking me so well— this pussy was made for me.”

eddie moans, completely distracted by the way your pussy flutters around him. the creamy ring that’s formed around the base of his cock expanding with each thrust of his hips.

“look at me,” you whine, that signature smirk returning to his features as he meets your eyes in the mirror once more.

“aww poor little baby,” he coos, slipping his hand between your thighs and landing a harsh slap on your already sensitive bud. “always need my eyes on you… don’t you?”

a string of curses slips past your lips as you nod your head. “need it,” you whimper as his calloused fingertips circle over your clit. “need you.”

your words seem to have quite the effect on him, a low growl leaving him as he fucks into you even harder.

“what do you need me to do, pretty girl? tell me.” it takes you a minute before you can answer him, the male having fucked any coherent thoughts from your head.

“n-need it inside.” is the best you can manage, but eddie understands all too well.

it’s what he had hoped you would say, “yeah, you want me to fuck you so full? ruin this pretty little pussy for anyone else?” your eyes roll back in your head, as the male wraps his other hand around your throat.

he handles you like a rag doll as he pulls you up, your back now flush against his sweaty chest. the action forces his cock even deeper inside you, brushing against your cervix. his hand that was wrapped around your throat is now cradling your jaw, guiding your gaze back to the mirror.

your half lidded eyes watch as he leans forward, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, “this pussy is mine now, got that sweetness?”

it’s suddenly all too much, the rubber band in your middle finally snaps as your body trembles in his embrace. cries of his name and ‘yours yours yours’ tumbling from your mouth.

the brunette watches in amazement as you drench his thighs, your bed sheets— the pressure almost forcing him out completely.

the metalhead curses as he continues to bounce you on his cock, the wet squelching of your pussy finally sending him over the edge. grunting as he pumps you full of his cum, your body falling limp against his chest.

you’re both panting as you come down from your highs. his touch on your hips is much more gentle than before as he coaxes you onto your back.

you hum contently, eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion hits you. eddie cradles your face in his palms, pressing soft kisses to each of your eyelids before his touch suddenly disappears.

your eyes fly open in alarm, reaching out for him as he presses a kiss to your knuckles, “don’t worry… you aren’t rid of me just yet.”

eddie chuckles as he spreads your thighs apart, his dark eyes watching intently as his cum drips out of you. pooling onto the bed beneath you, making an even bigger mess of your sheets.

his head dips lower, inhaling as he gathers the mixture of both your arousal onto his awaiting tongue. moaning before diving in deeper, “shit, we taste good together.”

“too much,” you whimper, wiggling your hips away from his eager mouth due to the oversensitivity.

eddie presses a kiss to each of your thighs before he joins you once more, collapsing next to you with a boyish grin on his face. you reach out to trace the stubble along his jaw, your fingertips brushing over his plump lips.

you feel him release a shaky breath against your fingertips, the look he’s giving you makes your stomach do a little flip.

“so… is it too late to ask you out on a date?”

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