#if you squint but it is implied 👍

[arlerts-angel]

hey!! i wanted to request sum, so here it goes!:

armin was always showing off his pretty gf to his friends, but once they started hitting on her, he decided to show them who actually she belonged to!! 🤭🤭

a/n: ugh i live for jealous armin 🤭🩷 he's lowkey mean in this and much more dominant than i imagine he'd be but it was fun to write so ENJOY 🫶 smooches 😚

edit: not me forgetting tags 🥴 if you saw this w/o tags no you didn't 👍

cw: soft dom!armin x fem!reader, established relationship, dubcon? (no verbal consent is given but written with implied consent) briefly jerking off, oral sex (m!receiving), penetrative sex (piv), orgasm denial (reader), pet names (angel, princess, pretty girl, good girl), breeding kink if you squint

taglist: @callm3senpaii @arlertwitch @arlertdarling @dilfkentolover @i-literally-cant-with-this @darkstarlight82 @ringsofsaturnnnn @nigthmar3moon @softlilpeachxx @daddydynamight @millennialmagicalgirl @tomuraslut @hannas16 @la-undercover-latina

armin tends to keep a pretty level-head on his shoulders.

he's aware of how pretty his girl is, and he's very proud that the eye candy he walks down the street with is his. nothing makes him feel bigger than going out with you and watching the eyes of strangers follow your swaying hips with each step you take while you walk next to him, hands interlocked. there's only one thing that can get into his head, though.

his friends.

that's why you still haven't met his friends after this long. armin knows his friends are more conventionally attractive than he is, and he knows they'll be all over you the minute they catch a glimpse.

and that's exactly what happened the first time they met you.

eren couldn't keep his eyes off you. he may as well have been foaming at the mouth as he watched your tits bounce with every move you made. jean kept asking you question after question just to hear you talk and to watch the way your lips moved when you spoke. you didn't think much of it, but your poor boyfriend was seething internally.

armin couldn't quite understand what this visceral reaction was. the thought of his girl taking his friends' cocks infuriated him... so why was he getting hard? armin pulled you to the side.

"you like their attention, angel? you know they wanna fuck you, right?" he whispers in your ear. "armin–!" you laugh and roll your eyes playfully. "do you want them to fuck you?" he asks. you scoff and shake your head. "i asked you a question, angel." he coos, lifting your chin to look at him.

"armin–" you start, but are quickly cut off by him dragging you to the bathroom. "look at how hard my cock is, princess." he growls as he unbuttons his pants. "the thought of my friends fucking you made me so mad it made my dick hard." he freed his erection from his tight pants. your pussy is as wet as his dick is hard, panties are no good at this point.

"you're mine, angel. they don't get to have you." he brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear lovingly and strokes his cock with his free hand. "i need your help, pretty girl." he smiles devilishly. you get on your knees and take his cock in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down earning the most sinful noises from his mouth.

"fuck—that's a good fuckin' girl sucking my cock." he breathes, thrusting his cock into the back of your throat as you suck him off and swirl your tongue around him. your hand creeps up his thigh, taking his balls between your soft fingers. he throws his head back and moans. as his cock twitches he pulls out of your mouth quickly.

he helps you up and bends you over the sink, pulling your soaked panties off. "i'll keep these for the rest of the evening so you can walk around full and dripping with my cum, they'll know who you belong to won't they, angel?" he coos as he slides into you, grabbing your hips to steady himself. you moan and slam back against him.

"that's my girl, taking my dick so well." he grunts, slamming his cock against your cervix. "keep it up and i'll give you a baby." your knees buckle with each thrust. "ah fuck–! armin–" you whine. "yeah? you wanna cum, angel?" he asks. "if you're a good girl the rest of the night i'll let you cum when we get home." you pout. "just gotta keep my cum inside that pretty pussy, angel. if you can do that, i'll let you cum at home. i can't let them hear how pretty you sound when you make a mess on my cock." he slams one last, sloppy time into you and spills his cum into you, pushing it as deep as it could possibly go.

he kisses your shoulder and adjusts your dress, then stuffs your wet panties into his pocket. "all mine, angel. let's go back out there. don't want them getting suspicious."

[m0thaftwrdark]

Obey Me Imagine,,,

aka me being horny for demons in a "___ who..." fashion 👍

[the brothers, seperate]

CW: nsfw. implied dacryphilia if you squint. gender non-specific :)

soft Lucifer who insists on covering you in kisses and the lightest scratches before he even entertains the idea of touching you properly because he wants to get across his love for you first and foremost. Lucifer who seems to be constantly mumbling about how much you mean to him. Lucifer who all but sings you a soft chorus of innocent praises while he's busy carving himself a space inside you

whiny Mammon who is more than willing to drop his pride and beg you to let him touch you, and will beg even more to get you to touch him. Mammon with a hell of a praise kink, getting a chorus of "that's it, treasure, just like that" "so, so good for me..." or alternatively, getting fucked by him and hearing him babbling "y'feel so good, treasure, s like you were made for me" "be good and cum with me, okay? please?"

Leviathan who completely forgets about his anxiety when he's horny enough, biting and marking wherever he can while he unconsciously wraps his tail around one of your legs to open you up more, and Leviathan the next morning who can't look you in the eyes while he apologizes for being so forward. that same Leviathan on a different day who taps into his Grand Admiral status when you give someone a little too much attention, pulling you away for hours and making you tell him who you belong to. spoiler, it's not that other demon

soft Satan who refuses to say the word fuck when you talk about sleeping with him. Satan who's oh so careful not to hurt you, borderline torturing you with how slow he's stretching you open. Satan who's so kind yet so cruel, sitting you on his cock and holding you still, under the guise of not wanting you to be in pain. while that's true, it's also a part of his game to make you wait until you can't anymore.

Asmodeus. Asmo who just knows what you like first try, and doesn't stop until he has you crying. Asmo who does your makeup before hand just to ruin it, and in the same session say you're as pretty as him when he's fucking you. Asmo who leaves hickeys where he KNOWS the others will see, just adoring the envy radiating through the house. Asmo who lets you wear his pink sweater, cooing over how cute you are covered in him.

Beelzebub who's so careful with you to start and then absolutely ruins you because he knows you can take him. Beel who can never get enough of you, overstimulation be damned, and would eat you out, suck you off, or just kiss you until the end of time if he could. if it were up to him, you'd be the last thing he tastes

Belphegor who loves when you ride him because he loves nothing more than watching you use him, while also getting him off. its a win win! Belphie who really is into choking but can't bring himself to mention it to you, Belphie who has a habit of kissing and nipping at your throat. he never leaves marks there, but he refuses to leave it alone and never tells you why. Belphie who never shuts up about how much you mean to him, always finding an opportunity to mumble about how much he loves you

[liauditore]

aight i think i'll be releasing all my whumptober drabbles whenever i finish all the prompts (cus i am NOT finishing on time lmao) on AO3 as a collection but until then have this 👍👍

limlife martyn hurt/comfort with some treebark/solidwood/zombiewood if you squint (not explicitly romantic, just very affectionate, u can read it however u'd like)

// detailed violence, character death, light gore, implied insanity, implied mind break, swearing, hallucinations

The first thing Martyn knew was that it burned. The second thing was that he should’ve been dead.

As he dragged himself across the gravel, leaving a trail of red behind him like paint off a paintbrush, he wished he was.

His legs had given up on him, that much was clear. He was almost thankful he couldn’t feel them, if the splitting pain that ran down his torso from chest to stomach was any indication of what they would feel like right now. Not that there was much left of them anyway.

He grits his teeth, squeezes his eyes shut and claws himself forward another few inches, dragging the rest of his body behind him. The gravel scrapes at his exposed skin, leaving long, raw scratches running down his forearms. A hundred tiny needles digging into his fingertips.

He does it again.

And again.

And again.

Involuntary grunts escape from his lungs. He yanks himself forward. Something sharp cuts into his side. He yelps. His arms give in, his form falling down onto the coarse earth with an unceremonious thud. Forehead pressed against the coarse earth, Martyn chokes out something between laughter and sobs.

God, where the fuck was he even trying to go?

He remembers now. The game, the timers, the way Scott looked at him as he pulled the sword back through his ribs. He finds it funny now, thinking back, how fast he got to die. Martyn had won.

He remembers now. The moments after he killed Impulse. The clarity returning to his mind, the smell of blood and sea water in the breeze. The fact that nothing happened at all.

Whoever had Watched them, made them fight to the death in this sick game, didn’t offer any congratulations or reward for Martyn after his victory. He got nothing. Nothing but the continued beeping on his bracelet as the seconds continued to tick down.

He’s… Not sure what happened after that. There was an hour and more left on his timer. Then there was suddenly less. And it hurt. A lot. But whatever it was, it didn’t manage to finish him off.

Martyn laughs til his throat could take no more.

All of it. Everything he did. For this?

The least they could do was kill him right.

Martyn stops trying to move. His breath weakens and shallows.

Maybe if he manages to stop thinking, he’ll be okay.

Time passed.

The waves kept crashing.

The birds kept singing.

The leaves rustled in the breeze.

Something crunched, far off in the distance.

The ocean sung.

A dull noise sounded somewhere far off.

Blades of grass brushed up against each other, propelled by the winds.

Another crunch. Closer.

A larger wave crashed, the very edge of it brushing up against Martyn’s hand.

The crunches speed up. Closer. Closer. Closer.

Footsteps.

That noise again. But clearer. Closer.

“Dude, hey!” it was a voice. Martyn’s eyes re-focused.

“Dude, are-are you okay?! Oh, jeez…” the voice was right next to him now. If he rolled his eyes all the way up, he could make out the bottom of the person’s boots.

This was… Impossible.

It can’t be him.

“Come on, babe,” the voice spoke. “Let’s get you someplace safe.”

The man lifts Martyn up into his arms, resting his head on his chest. Suspenders, Martyn noticed, as he nuzzled up to his mystery saviour.

“Eager there, lad!” the voice chuckled softy. Martyn doesn’t have the energy to smile back, but something about the way this guy is trying to brighten him up… Feels right. Familiar. He lets his weight sink completely into the man’s arms. Warm.

He doesn’t know when the tears began or when the wet splotch on Ren’s shoulder formed, but he didn’t care. He doesn’t know how Ren is even here. Or why he’s helping him. Or if he remembers him. But he doesn’t care.

“That’s right, there you go,” Ren whispered as he carried Martyn… Somewhere. “You can sleep if you want, my dude.”

Martyn woke up in a bed with way too many pillows.

“R-Ren!” he shot up to a sitting position, taking in his surroundings.

He looked down on his legs. Wriggled his toes. He was… fine. It didn’t hurt anymore. The bracelet with the timer on it was gone.

He was… in his usual t-shirt and shorts, not that gaudy outfit with the broken buttons.

“Martyn?”

Not Ren’s voice. Pitch was higher, accent was different, but familiar-- he knew this voice.

“Jimmy?!” Martyn’s eyes went wide, his breath hitched.

“Martyn, are you—”

He dived out of bed, tackling his former friend a little bit too hard. He squeezes him, burying his face into Jimmy’s chest.

“M-Martyn, jeez!” Jimmy exclaimed, a half-laugh accompanying his words. “Not that hard, jeez! Let go!”

He tried to kill Timmy. Martyn remembered. He set up that trap, he was so mad at him for… Everything.

He watched him die.

Babbling resembling apologies started to escape between gasps for air, incoherent yet visceral.

“You should be dead,” Martyn whimpered. “I watched you die, I would’ve killed you, you—”

“Martyn,” Jimmy sighed. “It’s-- It’s not-- I’m not mad, Martyn.”

Another figure approached, Martyn could feel the presence behind them.

“Oh, someone’s up!” Ren exclaimed. The dog-man squatted down. “Martyn, was it?”

Martyn just stared, unsure of what to do or say.

“You’ve, uh… Been through a lot, haven’t you?” Ren tilted his head. “You’ve probably got a million questions, huh?”

Martyn nodded, looking back and forth between Jimmy and Ren.

“I don’t… really understand what’s happening either,” Ren said. “But, uh, couldn’t just leave you there, y’know?”

“Ren,” Jimmy spoke up, still holding Martyn close. “I think… I think you should grab Cleo.”

“Right, right!” Ren bounced back up. He looked Martyn in the eye, grinning. “You should’ve seen the look on her face when I took you home, dude! I don’t know what you did to her but-- Sheesh!”

Cleo. Cleo was here too?

Martyn didn’t catch the rest of what Jimmy and Ren said. His head spun. Wooden floors, he noticed, and a huge window on the side of the house. Sunlight beamed down on a cute little dining table, littered with crumbs and dirty plates. It must’ve been lunchtime not too long before he woke up. This was… a house. That much was sure. A home, even. Multiple rooms. Bedrooms. Lived in. Ren and Jimmy, did they live here? With Cleo too? For how long?

Could he… stay here with them? Forever?

The distant sound of waves crashing ashore could be heard, a little more violent, a little angrier.

But Martyn felt safe.

And as his body finally grew cold, as his heart couldn’t keep up any longer, his entire body went numb.

Waves. Crashing.

The moon rose, full and bright and beautiful on the shore.

This is okay, he’s okay.

He’s going to go home.

A wave crashes over his body, dragging it towards the ocean’s jaws. He doesn’t even feel it.

As he dies, as the last beeps on his timer sound, his mind is not alone, cold with mangled legs on that deserted shoreline with the bodies of his former friends just metres away. He is having freshly baked carrot cake with people who care for him, hold him, love him around that tiny dining table in that cabin off by the cliff side.

Even as his body is carried off to be washed ashore someplace far off in the future.

Inthelittlewood fell out of the world.

[the-knife-consumer]

Thinking about how you draw people from pokemon because I have pondered humans existence in pokemon for too long. Like,, Mystery Dungeon heavily implies that all pokemon are as sapient as people, but in a language we can never understand even when they can learn ours on occasion. Plus the anime and if you squint B&W further provide. But. Why aren't Humans typed. Why can't we use moves. Even physical pokemon moves seem to pull from some sort of limited energy pool, but why would only humans and flora lack it? Are humans more plant than grass pokemon? Or did humans get isekaied into the pokemon / mystery dungeon world at some point or vice versa? Are single celled organisms still pokemon??

People but slightly funky just make more sense to me. They r just silly and that's okay. No need for a crisis over the lore with them 👍💚

LITERALLY it bothers me soooo much that humans in the pokemon world arent at least a little bit creature. There are literally psychics. Trainers that can use telepathy. Avery got his gym leader status revoked because he flung challengers in the air with his mind. Liza and Tate can FLOAT and game freak is telling me that poke people CANT have animal traits??? No silly teeths or mild fire powers or making plants grow with touch or ANYTHING?? EVIL.

[lifeintheworldtocome]

hey girl* i want tk get into will wood but i just Dont know where to start. theres so Much Thing and that is so scary. Hell

well my friend you have come to the right (or maybe entirely wrong)place...imm going to put this under a cut because it is So Long

ok i personally listened to the normal album and then everything else all out of order which is. a way you could do it. you could also just put his entire discography on shuffle i have a playlist for that but that will give you so much whiplash because every single song he does is in a different genre. so um listen to everything is a lot first and then the normal album. and then everything else that is my personal reccomendation as a certified william wood stan or whatever you people think of me as. also. this is a good liveshow and so is this one. and here r some individual live covers of released songs or renditions of unreleased songs that i like : x x x x x. and also if you want some individual song recs : red moon (this song is ridiculously underappreciated so im putting it at the top. ITS SO GOOD), thermodynamic lawyer (tw um he talks about abuse and stuff and theres one line thats ableist if you squint but if ur like me and dont pay attention to lyrics youre fine), laplaces angel, 6up 5oh copout, aikido but specifically the 2020 remaster, front street, a little bit mine, and if i did you deserved it, euthanasia (live)(this song rearranged my brain chemistry.also tw animal death but i think thats implied by the name probably), BECOMING THE LAST NAMES (hits different if your parents are divorced) , falling up, thats enough lets get you home, blackboxwarrior, marsha thankk you for the dialectics but i need you to leave(also rearranged my brain chemistry). also um just so you know. some of these are under the will wood and the tapeworms profile. its fine theyre the same guy 👍 hope this helps unless it didnt