Demon!Emmet being summoned by character of your choice (COYC) and is instantly attracted by their scent. He wants to instantly claim and dick down COYC. He wants to bite mark, piss mark, anything he could feasibly do to show his claim of COYC. He'll even create a cum plug just to keep all of his spunk inside COYC. Could you write something like that?

anon I know who you are and I'm biting you but because I'm horny I'm doing this.

Emmet is a notable demon in the world of magic. He and his twin brother, Ingo, are known as the twin dukes of hell. Former humans turned demons who usurped the royal hierarchy and granted themselves the title of nobility due to their immense powers.

Summoning demons is challenging work, typically done with immense malice and hatred; in pursuit of eliminating or cursing a subject. Typically, the stronger you are, the stronger demon you can summon.

So Emmet finds himself summoned into the human realm; his senses excited and eager to hunt. When he arrives, he finds himself towering over a human witch. The human witch's eyes are blown wide open as they realize what they've done. "A demon?" they tilt their head curiously. "Oops. You're not supposed to be here." They started to consult the floating tome beside them while Emmet boringly stares at them until he takes a deep breathe, taking note of the way the human smelled.

"Little human," Emmet calls out, stepping out of the cauldron and onto the floor. "Don't you know how these summon contracts go? You summon me, I give you something in exchange. Looks like you made a mistake but I can't leave until I give you something..." Emmet saunters forward, using his finger to make the witch's head tilt upwards at him.

Emmet is quick to corner him against the wall, "W-what are you doing?!" The witch stammers before Emmet grinds his thigh against their crotch. He gasps, and in that moment, Emmet is quick, using his claw to slash away the human's clothes. "You smell so good..." Emmet growls as he breathes in the human's scent, before biting at their shoulder. Honey cries out a moan, his smaller form clutching at the demon's. "You taste as sweet as you look, human..." he chuckles as his tail wraps around the human.

A whirlwind of events happen next, Emmet kisses the human witch, sealing a forced contract with them. The environment fades into his personal home, in the demon world. A lavish, pristine white bedroom that feels too ethereal for a demon to sleep in.

The human finds himself unable to break free from the demon's strength, letting out whimpers as Emmet traces his tongue on their neck, giving licks until he starts sucking. "Mine," he says playfully as he raises one of the human's legs, his clothes melting away like oil on water as his inhumane cock is revealed. The cock is unlike any penis the human had ever seen before, larger than the average human by a substantial amount, starting off pale as white as the rest of the demon's body before it shades to a black, pointed tip, adorned with ridges for extra stimulation. "I-I'm not ready-" the human cries as Emmet summons a bottle of lube, stroking his dick, lining it up and thrusting inside. The human lets out an unrestrained moan, their body weight sinking into the bed as Emmet fucks them brutally. "I, I can't-" the human cries as his perfect pussy walls clench the demon's thick cock. "Cumming already?" Emmet says with an amused tone, "You were made for me. Such a pretty play thing. All mine," he says, snapping his hips hard. Grabbing his other leg, Emmet folds the human in half as he bucks his hips into him, going back to suck the human's neck. The human clutches his hands on Emmet's head but can't pry him off as the demon makes his mark, sinking his teeth into their neck. Emmet was using the human as a flesh light, the only thing on his mind was to chase his own orgasm, but his eyes widen and his cheshire grin gets even more twisted when he feels the human cum around his cock. The human's eyes widen for a brief moment, weakly staring at Emmet before he breaks, sobbing and moaning, "I, I can't take it a-anymore. P-please, I'm a good boy-"

Emmet goes in for a sloppy kiss, the human no longer resisting as the pleasure overwhelms them. "Such a good boy," Emmet says as he watches the human's pleasure filled face eyes roll back. All his, his to fuck, his to claim, his to make this human his pretty new toy. "All mine, you're mine!" He says loudly as he picks up the pace, going harder than his previous precedent before slamming his penis deep inside, as far as he could go. The human was nice and filled...

He relents in letting go of the human's legs, who lays there with their arm covering their eyes, taking deep greedy breaths. He smiles to himself as he watches his cum ooze out of the human's pussy, pressing his thumb inside to try and force it back in. Sex had never been so perfectly ruined before, no other cock could compare. The witch weakly looks at Emmet when he feels something enter inside. A cum plug. He lifts his head to look at Emmet wearily. "There!" the demon says with glee. "Now you'll have something to remember me by."

*Married life playing in the background

This idea was probably funnier in my head

Just Shane at work things

reminder

Whitney, your oral fixation is greatly showing in that smoking event of yours—

HAPPY 48th BIRTHDAY PEDRO PASCAL 🎂 April 2, 1975 - Santiago, Chile️️

some old HYMN drawings from patreon. [read HYMN]

the kind of chemistry these two have is very entertaining

“Don’t forget.” Sol leaned close as he passed. “Darkness is coming.”

In honor of this week's total eclipse, I redrew a Sol I drew way back during the 2017 eclipse! (old version under the cut)

"doc, wouldya stop laughin and fix this already?"

just an average day for the mercenaries of reliable excavation and demolition :)

(silly bonus doodle under cut)

oh and soldiers hand isnt stuck at all. he just refuses to remove it <3

warmth.

Simon encounters a creature

reaching for the stars

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Buried, why do you want so much pressure around you? To mimic the embrace of another man?

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Corruption. "You can be fully consumed by what loves you" what loves you? Other men?

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Dark. Why do you want it to be dark? So no one can see you blush when pretty men talk to you?

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Desolation. You like things that are hot? Well men can be hot

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the End. What do you want to end? The "are we /r flirting or /p flirting" you have with your friend? Who is also a man?

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Eye. What do you want to see? Other men?

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Flesh. This one just sounds like a euphemism for sex and straight people only have sex in TV shows

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Hunt. What are you hunting for? True love with another man?

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Lonely. Why are you lonely? No men around to be gay with?

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Slaughter. You're bound to end up covered in blood, why would you want that? Because other gay people find men covered in blood attractive?

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Spiral. I mean, look at them.

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Stranger. Why do you feel like you're other? Because you've been othered by society for being gay?

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Vast. What's so massive? Your love for men?

Kinda gay to be an avatar of the Web. What strings are you pulling? Strings that bring other men to you?

ughh i wanna put a bratty sub in his place so bad!! :((

i wanna make him think he’s got the upper hand until the last minute, to watch the look on his face when he realises that he’s been playing right into your hand the entire time; that every moment leading up to this was just a carefully calculated step in your plan. i want to see how he struggles to fight back once he does, how hard he tries to prove himself, not realising that if he was really the one in control, he wouldn’t need to prove it, would he? he’d just do it. yet here he is, scrambling for his place back in the driver’s seat that he was never truly in.

your giggles would interrupt him amidst his little speech, cutting off the empty bluffs and dirty promises that he could never even dream of keeping anyway; the way you’d chuckle behind a coy hand like you’ve got some little inside joke with yourself? it would make that fragile ego of his fucking quiver; make him feel confused and embarrassed and he would try to twist the situation back in his favour, of course he would, to try pretend he’s in on the inside joke... but the truth is he feels helpless. for the first time ever, it feels like he’s the one in the dark; he’s the clueless and defenseless one, the one who’s been caught in a trap he never saw coming.

but then again, how could he when you play the part of prey so well? when your innocent performance is so convincing — with your big glossy eyes and shyly averted gazes, your voice so sweet and unsuspecting, stumbling over filthy words like you’ve never even thought them before? what reason would someone like him have to fear a precious thing like you? he’s all chiselled muscle and tenacity, with the eyes of a wolf; you’re small compared to him, cute and soft and easy to overpower — and yet he still ends up beneath you because your presence alone harbours more power than he does in all those muscles he’s so proud of, and his resolve is weak as long as you know where he’s most sensitive and what words make him blush, and with enough patience and punishments, those wolf’s eyes will melt into a puppy’s every time.

and getting a man like him to submit — or better yet break — is no easy feat. he thought himself a dom before he met you and god, if there isn’t anything more rewarding, more wonderful than that; teaching him to bend to your will and seeing his inevitable downfall each and every time. no matter how many times or how far he goes to defy and provoke you, you both know that he will always return to his rightful place: beneath you and completely at your mercy.

EREN JAEGER, TOJI FUSHIGURO, TOUYA TODOROKI, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

you’re made of tougher stuff than rafe had realized.

he pampers you, of course, gives you the full princess treatment, even though you get all shy about it, trying to refuse him—which never works. he thinks you deserve it, because you deserve everything that he can give you, but he’s really trying to butter you up, get you ready for when you find out what kind of shit he’s really been up to. 

you’ve made a habit out of not questioning anything rafe says, following his instructions without a second guess. your boyfriend is overpoweringly dominant—it’s easy to do as he says and a part of you is convinced that you prefer it this way. you feel your shyness melt away when you’re with him, your real self bubbling to the surface, more sure of yourself now because rafe is sure of you. 

you don’t realize when it’s happened—only that it has. hand in hand with becoming more confident like rafe, because of rafe, you start being a little more observant.

rafe usually sends you away—gently murmuring in your ear to go get him another drink, or go say hi to someone for him, while he’s trying to conduct business. he sells coke only when you’re out of eyeshot or back at tannyhill waiting for him—he doesn’t need you knowing the details of what he’s doing to make money. the crap with the pogues is put on hold anytime you’re around since he knows your bleeding heart will only feel bad for them. more than that, rafe doesn’t need those idiots earning your sympathy and making him seem like the bad guy. he likes you as you are, all your emotions just for him. 

he thinks this is the way it needs to be to keep you with him, but you start to surprise him.

you come back with a beer for rafe and another lemonade seltzer for yourself, handing it to rafe with a smile and settling on his lap. people at the party might look at the two of you weirdly, but you don’t care anymore, even though the thought of something like that used to make you cry. you lock eyes with rafe, a hand resting on his shoulder while his own hands wrap around your waist.

“that guy over there told me to ask you if you had any coke on you,” you say, taking a sip of your drink and making yourself comfortable against rafe. he freezes for a second, tenses under your touch.

“he said that?” rafe shrugs, fist clenching around the beer bottle. “don’t know why he’d ask that.” you respond with a matching shrug.

“i don’t know. but he’s been talking to those two all night, i bet they’ll buy from you too.” he tries not to act surprised with your words—so comfortably talking about who he could sell drugs to tonight, like you’re discussing what you want for dessert. 

“yeah, kid?”

“mm-hmm. he seemed real nervous. you could probably upcharge, doubt he’d notice.” you take another sip of your drink, swinging your legs. “can we get ice cream on the way home?” rafe presses a wet kiss to your cheek, making you squirm and giggle. he gets up, setting you down on the couch. 

“yeah. let me go take care of business first.”

“okay. charge him double. then i can get a large.” 

“sure thing. you’re the boss.”