Randy Oneshot stories

His Addiction

Where Andy cuts himself and Rye is the demon who helps him get better...
⚠️Self harm, smut, bad language.⚠️

(Andy's POV)
I had just moved into a flat yesterday, with my little brother and best friend Brooklyn. I am 19 year old that suffers with anxiety and depression and I do self harm. However, I only cut myself on my thighs as I love the feeling I get from it and I am so addicted to it. I dont like the feeling of cutting into all the veins on my wrists as it makes me squeamish.

I walked into my new bedroom and start unpacking, as I didn't do it yesterday because I was so tired. Once I finished Brook called me down and asked if he wanted to watch Netflix with him, to which I gladly excepted not having anything better to do. But we ended up watching 13 reasons why as Brook wanted to watch it. He doesn't know about my addiction to cut myself as I dont want to worry him. My cravings to cut got worse as the episodes went on, it got to a point where it got so bad that I had to tell Brook that I was tired and I was going to bed.
When I got up the stairs, I went straight into my bathroom which is connected to my bedroom. I found my pink razor and left new cuts on my thighs which made me let out little moans. I moaned because cutting my thighs doesn't give me pain, it gives me pleasure. I have never touched myself in my life, even if I was horny and have an erection, I wont touch it. I always cut my thighs instead as that gives me all the pleasure I need.
Once I was done, I got some toilet roll and wiped over my bloody thighs before pulling my jeans back up. I then went into the room and sat on the bed cross legged, thinking about what I have done and how good it feels.

Suddenly from nowhere I heared laughing, which scared me so much as I was alone in my room and I could here Brook talking to someone on the phone downstairs. All of a sudden I saw two black hands with long black finger nails coming out of the bottom of my bed. I shuffled back scared out of my mind as I see a figure coming out from under my bed and standing in front of me. Once the figure was in view I could see it clearly, it was a boy with brown hair and eyes, with black hands and black on his arms that stopped midway between his hand and elbow, the rest of his body was tanned. He wore a black ripped and singed tank top and ripped black jeans and he was bear foot. He had a slender muscular body, I thought he looked quite handsome but with the stare and smile he gave me, I was frozen, sat on the bed petrified.
"Hello." The figure spoke. I actually really liked his voice but I couldn't speak back as I was in pure shock and fear.
"You don't have to be scared, I'm a demon but not a bad one. My name is Rye and I was sent here because my boss felt a very strong energy here, meaning you are suffering with some form of depression and he sent me here to help." The demon, Rye said smirking at me. I didn't know what this demon was going to do and that made me more scared. I shifted on the bed making my jeans rub on my new cuts and I held in the moan that wanted to escape making my facial expression unchanged. I could feel the blood from my cuts trickling down my leg. The demon sniffed the air than smirked mischievously at me.
"Have you been cutting?" Rye asked and I shook with fear at that.
"W-what n-no." I said, damn it I stuttered. The devil moved now and he went up to me, grabbing my hands gently and pulling the sleeves up but he was shocked when he saw no cuts. He let go of my hands and kept sniffing around me, then he smelt my jeans.
"Show me." He said staring at me dead in the eyes. I was horrified, I dont want to take my jeans off in front of this devil let alone show him my cuts. I shook my head. The next thing I knew the demon had dragged me off the bed and pulled my jeans down revealing my boxers. I lay on the floor as he looked at my cuts and sniffed them seeing if these were the cuts that were fresh.
"I have helped many people and all of them have been cutting their wrists. Why do you cut your thighs?" Rye asked as he looked at me confused. I don't want to tell this demon, I have never told anyone. I am so embarrassed of my addiction. So I just sat there and looked at him with my back against my bed frame.
"Hey I'm here to help you, if you dont tell me, how can I help?" The demon asked me. But I don't think I can ever stop this addiction, it's just too good.
"How can you help me? I wont stop." I said to him.

"The key to helping you is to first figure out why you cut in the first place, so please tell me why you do it, dont be embarrassed." He said back and I thought for a minuite before standing back up and sitting on the bed, my bear legs dangling off the end. The demon sat next to me, observing me.
"Fine, but just know I have never told anyone this, so umm I-I cut my thighs because it umm, it gives me pleasure. A-and I don't mean that it gives me relief from it, I mean I l-literelly moan from it t-that's how good it feels." I said stumbling over my words as the demon listened carefully to what I had to say.
"I have never heard of someone who likes to cut because it gives them pleasure before." Rye said. "Hmm I think I know exactly how to help you and how to stop you from cutting." He added.
"How?" I asked confused, I dont want any alternative to that pleasurable feeling.
"Like this." He said pushing me down on the bed so I laid down and he instantly started kissing and licking my thighs over the cuts. I was giving out little quiet moans here and there looking at the ceiling, as he explored both of my thighs and kissed every part, not leaving a single bit of skin untouched. Suddenly he started sucking on my thighs making big loud moans come out of my mouth. I can't stop myself from moaning that loud nor can I silence them, I really cant resist this. This feels even better than cutting. God this feels absolutely amazing. Oh demon please dont stop. I clutched hand fulls of the demons brown curly hair, as he went up and down my thighs most likely leaving hickeys. When he got to my inner thighs, which is were I cut the most, as I get the most pleasure out of it. He sucked really hard and even bit my skin making me scream in pleasure and pull on the demons hair. My heart is beating so fast, fuck this is incredible. I am loving this so fucking much. He kept sucking and biting on my thighs making me moan and scream so loudly, I definatly have hickeys now. I really hope Brook can't here this, coz I really don't want to explain myself if he walks in now and just sees a demon sucking on my legs.

So the sucking, kissing and biting went on for a while until he stopped making me whimper. But now that my head is clear, I can still here Brook talking on the phone quite loudly.
"You loved that didnt you." The demon said smirking up at me. I sat up a bit.
"I did, but what is the point of sucking my thighs if you're just going to create more marks on my skin." I said confused as I thought this was supposed to stop the marks and cuts appearing on my skin.
"Well take a look." The demon said and I looked down seeing my cuts are gone completely and there are not even any hickeys or anything. My eyes went wide.
"And whenever you feel the need to cut or the need for pleasure, just shout me ok." Rye said and suddenly the demon disappeared under my bed right before my eyes.
Wow if this is going to be a regular thing, I honestly think I will never cut again.

Hey guys, hope you are all good. So tell me what you thought of this one shot in the comments. Have a safe one. 🌼