#demon possession

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

James minded his own business under the sun on the private beach within the resort perimeter when a fit older daddy whistled at him. Being the flirty young stud and noticing the bling on that fit daddy's body, he grinned back at the older guy before approaching him. That turned out to be the biggest mistake that cost James his life as the older guy eyes suddenly turned pitch black and his warm smile turned into a devious grin.

Already within grasp of the older guy, James found himself trapped in his place as the older guy grabbed both of his shoulder as he grinned

"It's about time to shed this old skin and start again,"

That's when pitch black smokes emanated from his ear, nose and between the gritted teeth of that older man and started its infiltration into James. The young stud unable to scream for help as time seemingly froze during the moment and before long, the smokes entered his body through all the opened orifices, including his navel and ass crack that slightly revealed due to his skimpy swimwear.

As the final wisps of the pitch black smoke settled into James' body, the devious smile seen before in the older guy now copied to perfection by James.

The older guy seemed confused and at lost, but upon making eye-contact with James pitch black eyes, the older guys pupil dilated and he started speaking monotonously

"Ready to be in service of you, Master,"

James just grinned widely as his eyes turned back to its original hazel color. He then dismissed the old guy to return to his room and James will swing by later to pay the older daddy a visit.

The sun is blazing and James already spent quite some times on the beach anyway, so he walked into the shower area to give his new vessel a thorough inspection.

The shower session was sensual to say the least, as the smoke seduced James body and pushed it to its limit by exiting and entering his body all shower long. The real soul of James can only scream and moan everytime he managed to wrestle control of his body even if only temporarily. Eventually, as he neared orgasm, the black smoke not only entered James body, but also managed to attach and penetrate itself to James actual soul, corrupting the young stud even further as the black smokes now take on the form of James, even in astral level. That is the final push that resulted on whatever humane about James released out with the geyser of sticky white mess the dick released all over the shower stall, inviting delightful chuckles from the new and sole owner of James Dalton physique.

As he left the shower, he grabbed the clothes James brought along. He already put on James shorts as he checked his body in the mirror.

The musculature, the glistening sweat, that irresistible charming face, he's a complete manipulator ready to wreck havoc for women and men alike. But he needs to really scream his sluttiness from the get go, so he closed his eyes and focused his power a bit. As smokes coming out from his body as if he's a fire fuming out smokes, his hair color seemingly bleached on its own and not even a minute later, he's now blonde and looking straight like a lusty sex deviants

Now, he's ready to live life to the fullest, making sure to destroy all humans he decided to be deserving of his corruptive love and subsequent control over them.

#male possession #male takeover #demon possession #mind corruption #personality change #male vessel #male puppet #male mind control

[pinetreevillain]

Death of Me Part 7

Previous, next

Masterpost

#my art #comic #death of me #halloween comic #halloween #spooky #horror #horror comic #father ross #constance #demon possession #demonic possession #catholic

[fangfic]

Normally I'm not into ghosts but imagine a horny ghost possessing you so they can have a body to have sex with and they bring you to like a brothel while you can't do anything but watch and feel.

As the ghosts undresses you and whistles a couple of horny men to you, they fill up your body with their smelly thick cocks.

You pray for the assault to end but when the first guy makes you cum you orgasm like you've never done before because while the ghost can feel your feelings, you can also feel theirs.

Suddenly it isn't that bad to be a possessed fucktoy.

#tw noncon #nsft #ghost fucking #ghost sex #tw monsterfucking #nsft post #nsft concept #nsft text #demon possession #ghost kink

[thecaywild]

Thoughts?

#babes #mature woman #hot as fuck #babesofinstagram #so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #hotwives #perfect wife #hot as hell #beauty legs #tumblr babe #mature babe #nerdy babe #stoner babe #beach babe #i sell videos #short video #sexy pose #pose #strike a pose #demon possession #bootie peach #bootieseason #cutie w a bootie #touch my butt #amazing butt #tight butt #mom butt #perfect butt

[prompts-in-a-barrel]

“Sorry I broke your arm. Demon possession makes one do brutish things. You understand.”

“Uh, I guess. I’m glad you’re not possessed anymore?”

“Oh, no, I am. Ol’ Forktongue and me have come to an understanding.”

#dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #writing prompt #writing prompts #writblr #writeblr #writerblr #demon possession

[soapsodasanta]

RAHHH FATHER ROSS FANART‼️‼️‼️

I absolutely ADORED the Halloween comic by @pinetreevillain and I had to draw him… I’m obsessed with him I need to know everything about him…

And like as someone who wants to create comics and stuff this comic was so inspiring to me like the artwork the story omg it was phenomenal I can’t even put it into words

#art #my art #Father Ross #Father Ross fanart #Demon #Death of me #demon possession #Blood #I’m really really proud of this…

[shittygaypornmagazine]

My toxic trait is thinking that if I got possessed I would just simply not do what I was told. Cuz what will the demon do? Threaten to hurt me??? IM ALREADY NOT MOVING! "Ohhhhh I'll stab your toe into the corner." GOOD LUCK MAN IDK WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO TELL YOU I CANT MAKE MYSELF GET UP AND DO THE DISHES YOU THINK I'LL LISTEN TO YOU???

Anyway the point is, executive dysfunction defeats demons

#THIS ONE IF FOR YOU MOI BOYF #demon possession #fight those demons #shitpost

[cuteguywhump]

Becoming (2020)

#because toby kebbell #2 for 1 carotid pulse in gifs 3 and 14! #becoming #toby kebbell #alex ferri #whump #demon possession #possessed #blood #collapse #weak #injured #supine #anaphylaxis #anaphylactic shock #tw: needle #injection #unconscious #tracheostomy #cut #shot #screaming #pain #restrained #tied up #tw: self harm #tw: suicide #penelope mitchell #lisa corrigan #cuteguywhump gifs

[monstrouslyobsessed]

Can I request this concept? A male kitsune take possession of the still warm, dead body of a samurai and stole the life of this man, especially the samurai's sweet little wife. Darling suspect nothing and is just happy that her husband had returned to her side alive, after having hunted the fox demon who terrorised the village. Thanks! —anonymous

—a/n: ngl im very meh with this piece but hopefully you enjoyed this one anyway?

—tw / tags: gn reader, gore, violence, implied multiple deaths, burning bodies, details of destruction, body possession, general yandere themes, sfw —featured character(s): fox demon-possessed husband / warrior husband

As you emerged from your crooked shelter, your eyes watered from the stench. The air was thick with the acrid stench of smoke and burned flesh, nauseating your empty stomach. Briefly, you surveyed the devastation that surrounded you, the once-populated village was now reduced to a smoldering wasteland of sorrow and splintered homes. Your chest tightened with pain, sympathy rich for other survivors, at the whimpering sobs in the distance.

As you moved your eyes toward the horizon of the beyond, trudging along the rough dirt trail, your feet sore from the jagged stones and splintered woods beneath them, you couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over you at seeing no sign of the person you longed for.

No figure in his iconic red armor forged from the bones of vanquished demons to be seen, leaving only the memory of his crooked smile to keep your heart a touch warm with love and hope.

The ocean of voices flooded your ears and you bit back a weary sigh. More dead to be burned and buried.

As the fathers, sons, and veterans surged forth to relight the bonfire, somberness curbing their movements, the resident monk hummed the funeral hymn and chanted for the spirits to find their way to the afterlife. He was performing the blessings to ensure that no demon would possess the dead to haunt the living. Despite the monk's needed existence in the village, the sound of his aged voice withered your nerves and woke the bitterness in your soul.

The monk's presence was only ever seen during such terrible events, while his faithful apprentice handled blessings for joyous occasions such as weddings and births. To you, the old monk might as well be a reaper wearing human skin, beckoning nothing but tragedies in his wake.

Dry sobbing echoed throughout the stale land. Your throat was parched, tasting ashes. The mothers, daughters, and widows of the fallen followed behind the men, to watch their loved ones burn, shrieking and quietly grieving their losses. Your nails dug into the back of your tightly clasped hands and you prayed you’d not be among them to grieve.

You tried not to shut your eyes too often, as the golden glare of the beast was still imprinted in your mind. Your blood turned cold each time you recalled the demon that had razed your village and slaughtered all those in its path. Its many tails thrashing through homes and stealing lives, it laughed at the bravado of those who thrust their weapons at it.

With one swipe of its claw, it wiped them out. A shiver trembled under your skin as you remembered the cacophony of breaking bones and snapping teeth, then it snapped up a poor soul. The boy's screams and the sound of his body being eaten between rows of white daggers, piercing and shredding his flesh and bones, would forever be imprinted in your memory.

You were there, frozen to the spot, as you watched the demonic being gleefully swallowing the body whole and then licking its chops clean of the remains of its meal.

The beast was larger than any monster you had seen before, towering over the wooden homes of the commoners. The demon's fiery eyes locked onto you and you knew you were its next meal. It grinned, purring a sequence of words that you were relieved you couldn't recall at all. All you heard were your own thundering heartbeats, pounding in your hot ears, as you choked on your breaths at each step it took toward you.

But then, a blur leaped over you and you heard a roar. You recognized the familiar black sword glinting in the flickering light, and your beloved husband swept in and charged toward the creature. Shrieking profanities as he ran, his armor clattering loudly with each step, and slashed his sword, leaving trails of silver behind it as it cleaved through the air.

The demon recoiled, narrowly avoiding losing its head to his sword.

That was the last you saw of your husband, as he chased the terrible fox from the village. It had been over two days since and you had prayed feverishly for your husband's safe return. A cold fear steadily grew in the pit of your stomach, like a thorny vine chasing the sunlight from the dry earth. It was a sickening feeling and you knew no sleep since your husband’s departure.

With a shuddering sigh, you wet your throat and turned your feet to help the grieving rebuild their lives. Having idle hands wouldn't shorten the hours until your husband's return you feverishly prayed for. There was nothing more you could do.

You may be the village's beloved warrior's cherished one, but you were not its spoiled royalty. You still had your duties to callous your hands.

"The lord returned!" A voice cried out, scattering the crows into the sky.

A quiet gasp departed from your lips—and with your heart daring to hope, you slowly pivoted back to where you were.

The forged armor of the layered bones cracked at each step he took, brilliantly red under the sunlight. His smile was as crooked as you remembered it to be, shining through the mask of dirt and dried blood on his face. He lumbered along the dirt path, tattered and exhausted, using his sheathed sword as a cane to support his weight.

You wobbled in disbelief at what you were seeing. His name whispered through your lips, questioning if he was truly the person you were seeing. Another breath of his name escaped, louder, in a choked cry. As he came closer, he jovially spoke your name.

His voice was all you needed to know that you weren't losing your mind.

You broke into a mad dash, shrieking out your husband’s name—and his warm arms encircled your body. Burying your face into his neck, ignoring the thorns poking you from his hard armors, you gripped his waist and wailed, “—! You came back! I—I,”

Sobs replaced your words and all you could do was cling to your idiotic, wonderfully powerful husband. Remembering the musk of your husband through the stinks of sweat and old blood, the soft texture of his hair against your nose, the coarseness of his thinly furred chin on your cheek—how warmly he held you in his tight possessive embrace. Everything of your husband you missed so, so much.

Nuzzling into your hair, your husband consoled you in a crooning voice, “I’m home, my love, I’m home.” He pet a large hand down your scalp, inhaling your scent deeply—to forever imprint it into his mind. Hiding his face in the crook of your shoulder, your husband hid his wicked grin, to hide the sharp fangs from peering out from his mouth.

Finally, your husband thought as the inhumanly gold color seeped into his once dark eyes, you’re mine.

He should keep this human suit a little while longer, to play pretend with his pretty little spouse.

—end

#my writing #monster's writing. 👹 #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #tetrophilia #exophilia #reader insert #long post #unedited #sfw #concept #gn reader #demon possessed husband #demon possession #body possession

[subliminalbo]

Hypnovember Day 5: Self-Care Saturday

It was supposed to be Andrea’s Self-Care Saturday. She’d bought a ticket to see Vertigo early at the Hedron Theater, then planned to spend the rest of the evening locked up in her apartment in sweatpants, eating freezer pizza and watching TV until she passed out. Then, as she was getting ready for the movie, she got the call from Dr. Fielding.

That’s how their relationship worked. Andrea was paid by the job and she only worked when needed, but she was on call 24/7 and powerless to deny a work request. Even though she wanted to protest, she couldn’t even offer a “But…” As soon as she heard Dr. Fielding’s voice, her will simply melted away.

“We have a job for you tonight, Andrea,” Dr. Fielding said

“Yes, Dr. Fielding,” Andrea replied in that dreamy sort of monotone that signaled the total power Carpenter State’s psychology professor held over her.

Sometimes the work could be exciting. The last time Dr. Fielding had given Andrea a call, it was to retrieve a coed who had torn off her clothes and climbed onto a table at Argento’s moaning, “More!” as she shoveled fistfulls of spaghetti into her mouth. Andrea and Tyler had succeeded in both removing the woman from the business and controlling the narrative—protecting a Romero institution like Argento’s by blaming the incident on a mysterious new drug. That’s why Andrea and Tyler worked so well together. They weren’t just good at cleaning up Romero’s messes, but covering them up too.

This call was not the weird horny spaghetti demon lady. This call was, “Attend this scholarship dinner and watch for anything weird.”

“Anything weird?” Tyler had repeated when Andrea climbed into his car with a huff.

“That’s all she said!” Andrea shot back. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

Tyler had lost track of the conversation. He was busy ogling Andrea’s low plunging dress.

“Oh, fuck off,” Andrea snapped. “We got like thirty minutes notice, this is the best I could do.”

“Well you look great,” he smiled.

Tyler speculated that whatever they were supposed to look out for must be so obvious that they couldn’t miss it if they saw it. And, of course, if they never saw anything, Dr. Fielding wouldn’t have to worry about exposing them to too much information. One of those “need to know” type things.

Of course he’d take Dr. Fielding’s side on this, Andrea thought. The scholarship dinner was a great opportunity for Tyler to yuck it up with some big name Carpenter State donors. He absolutely lived for that shit. Andrea had trusted Tyler a lot less since he admitted to her that he’d accept pay in exposure. “Fuck that,” she’d said. “I’m trying to eat.”

The dinner was predictably boring. Tyler had abandoned Andrea almost immediately to introduce himself to Pageant Crowe, the longtime editor of the Romero Scribe. She hung back against the wall trying to make herself as small as possible. After forty-five minutes of listening to old white men speak about the value of a Carpenter education, she tapped Tyler on the shoulder and whisper-shouted, “I gotta piss,” turning more than a few heads at the English majors table.

The bathroom was outside of the dining hall, near the back of the building just by the kitchens. The sound of the muffled speeches bounced off of the cement walls. As she exited the bathroom, she gave herself a moment to sigh, but before she could head back in there she heard a bump from the kitchen. It was probably nothing, she thought, but enough to pick up her terminally bored interest.

“Hello?” Andrea called, stepping toward the dark hallway that led into the kitchen. Next she heard a metallic clang, and a moan floated down the corridor. Andrea followed the noise, gasping when she entered the kitchen to find a woman on the floor surrounded by pots and pans. She was dressed in a red ball gown, an absolutely stunning body with long, black hair and full lips that curled into a perfect crimson O as she moaned. Andrea figured she must have been a donor, because her look wasn’t “fresh off the rack at Target” enough to be a scholarship student.

it wasn’t the woman’s looks that took Andrea’s breath away, though. It was what she was doing on the floor, her legs spread as she fingered herself, cupping at one tit hanging loose from the dress. The woman’s eyes rolled back in her head, delirious as the pleasure drove her forward.

“Good…” the woman moaned. “So fucking gooood…” the woman moaned.

“Jesus,” Andrea laughed. “I’m sorry, I’ll just…leave you to that.”

Andrea went back through the kitchen entrance, closing the big double doors as she exited to give the donor some privacy. But as she made her way back to the hall, she froze as Dr. Fielding’s words flashed like a sign on the highway: something weird, something weird.

“Goddammit,” Andrea groaned when she realized that she had to go back. The woman was gone when she returned to the kitchen, though. “Hello?” Andrea called in her signature whisper-shout. “Horny lady?”

As she crept through the dark kitchen, she pulled her phone out of her small clutch and texted Tyler, then decided that a call would be more urgent. He didn’t answer on the first try. Fuck. A sound somewhere in the kitchen made Andrea jump, but doing a quick scan of her surroundings she didn’t find anything.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she said. “I’m going to get you help.”

No response, but she thought she heard the sound of something large scurrying across the floor. Fuck, fuck.

She dialed Tyler again, finally getting him as she reached the opposite exit of the kitchen. She turned around at the doors to face the direction she’d just come from, expecting to find a pair of glowing eyes facing her, but instead she saw nothing but the dim glow of the kitchen lights.

“I think I found the something weird,” Andrea said into the phone. “Yes, I know who Pageant Crowe is! Come to the kitchens, you dork, I could be in trouble.”

She turned around again, reaching out to pull the double doors open. As they swung toward her, the woman in red slipped through, pressing her hand to Andrea’s chest.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Andrea whimpered, her phone shattering on the floor. When the woman’s fingers made contact with her skin, it felt as if they continued moving, pushing through into her body. Andrea could feel long, invisible tendrils extending from the woman and spreading out into her body.

Something weird, something weird, something fucking weird!

The woman in red licked her lips as if she were savioring a delicious meal. But Andrea didn’t feel like she was being consumed. The woman was transferring something to her, something that only got stronger as it inhabited more and more bodies.

“Accept me as a gift,” the woman said. “Accept all of me, and I’ll make you feel so good.”

Something…good…so fucking gooooood…

Andrea’s lips curled into a smile as she slowly accepted her body’s new inhabitant. Whatever it was that took hold of the woman in red’s body, it was inside Andrea now. And as its lifeforce seeped into every corner of Andrea’s body, it transformed her into the same drooling, mindless slut as the donor. That was the gift that she was given: the thing inside would have total control of her body, while the Andrea inside was subdued by endless orgasm. She began to moan, feeling that aching desire to be filled in every hole. The thing inside seemed to be feeding off of her sexual hunger. That’s what lust demons do.

The woman in red dropped to her knees, tearing down Andrea’s black panties and plunging face between her soaking folds. Andrea had never been so horny, so eager to cum. And she knew that once she did, she would never stop. She would cum again and again and again until there was nothing left of her mind and the thing could move on to its next host.

“Moooore!” Andrea cried, pulling the woman into her. “It needs more! It’s so hungry and it needs to feed! I need…I need to cummm!” 

Andrea left the kitchen with the same disheveled look as the woman in red. Her hair was a mess, her tits loose from her dress, her smile was wide and her eyes were empty. She hastily cleaned up, then returned to the hall eager to share the thing inside of her with Tyler. Maybe this would finally convince him to give it to her the way she’d always wanted it. And hey, even if he didn’t want to, it wasn’t like he had a choice.

Andrea laughed in a voice that was not her own. After such a long, boring night, this scholarship dinner was finally starting to turn around.

#hypnokink #mind control #demon possession #brainwashed #serial recruitment #hypno story #hypnovember

[shamrockqueen]

Holy is the lamb Chapter 1

Pairing : Dark priest Bucky x innocent nun reader

Warnings : R18, Possession, horror, eventual Smut

Word count : 1049

Bucky Masterlist

Kinktober masterlist

You hear it echoing somewhere deep in the never-ending folds of your dreams. A low melodic purr, humming along the corners of your mind and making your ears twitch. It called out to you, pulling you towards it along an unseen string.

“Hello, little one.” Like a bittersweet syrup on the tip of your tongue, the voice is thick and heavily alluring. “Come to me, and all will be at ease."

Further and further into the void, it seemed to drag you to it. It surrounded and consumed everything around your little spark of consciousness.

The breath seemed to be forcibly pulled from your body while you were in this deepened state of sleep. The color draining from your skin, and a terrible sweat overtook you.

Your body begins to shake as a terrible fit overtakes you. It alerts the other sleeping women in the dormitory, making them all circle you like scared chickens clucking around a rabid fox.

Your tongue knots behind your teeth as a surge of some unspeakable language forces itself out of your mouth.

One woman cradles your head in her hands as others try to hold down your thrashing limbs, and another runs from the room to alert the priest.

The other sisters screamed at you in the hopes of pulling you from this fit, but you only convulsed in their arms as they sobbed for you.

He came rushing in with a few of the sisters in tow to find you like this. They all called to him to help you as he approached, staring into your widening black pupils as they ate the once vivid colors of your eyes.

“Everyone! Get back now!” His voice rang through the room, only to be met with sheepish looks as the sisters didn’t want to let you go.

“I said get back!” He nearly tore their hands from your arms before talking you into his to pull you from the bed. You were still kicking and flailing, but his hold remained firm around you as he ushered you from the dormitory.

Your vision was gone; you were barely holding onto your other senses when the once sweet voice began bellowing around you with indecipherable chanting spilling around your mind like a flood of hot, suffocating tar, clogging your voice and gluing your limbs to your sides. It laughed at you and taunted you as it twisted around your subconscious like a vile snake.

Your kicking body was taken away to a safe room where you could be tied to an infirmary bed as you thrashed painfully against the rough ropes. The other nuns were told to stay away as the candlelight began to flicker within the small room. The door was locked, and your beloved priest held his hands high above you and began to speak. But his words were strange and nearly unintelligible as they poured from his lips.

The black clouds overtook your little subconscious entirely as he spoke. Cold, icy blue eyes flashed through the mire of black within your mind as every breath was sucked from your lungs.

Your skin is sickly, graying, and dusty, like your soul was bleeding out of your body to pool around on the floor below the table. You felt suffocated, dying as this strange entity squeezed the life from your very bones until you were completely engulfed by its influence. The last of your fleeting thoughts and fears were left to disappear in its wake.

The last thing to be heard is the once-sweet voice of your dear priest echoing out into the endless distance of your mind as if it were stolen from you. His arms opened up through the fog to welcome you into his safe embrace. His cooling blue eyes made your body feel a strange sort of numbness as your little mind ran right to him. When you collided with his hold, you seemed to feel every ounce of his being, from the soft strands of his dark, walnut hair to the vigorous beating of his heart as it shot hot blood throughout his body.

You disappeared inside of him, the black clouds behind him rising up into a mighty maw before slamming overtop of you both, severing your subconscious from your feeble little body. You fell headfirst into that abyss, your body bowing outward from the bed and pulling painfully against the restraints as everything was stolen from you. Eyes flooding over with those same black tendrils, like the sharp legs of spiders digging in through each tiny vein, before fading out to hide themselves and returning to copy your natural iris color on a white background.

Your body throws itself back down onto the tense plush of the stiff bed. Your eyelashes flutter as you take in the room.

His eyes traversed over your body as he ceased his incantation and watched as you regained your former hue. Your cheeks pinked, and your eyelids lost their former darkness before they slowly blinked open.

He pursed his pink lips before flicking out his tongue and dragging it along the dried skin. “Is it you, my love?” He calls towards you, almost breathless, as he waits for a response.

A sly smile curves along your sweaty face, baring to him your perfect pearly teeth before you answer. “It is?”

So few words, yet so much to tell as they slipped from your teeth in a mix of two voices speaking as one. Something inhuman is bleeding over your once-sweet tone. The darker of the two faded away, leaving only your original voice for him to hear once you’d finished speaking.

What lay within you, puppeting your body and mimicking your lovely voice, was evil at its finest. It had twisted its poisonous barbs around the good priest's heart, squeezing it for all the love that could bleed out onto its tongue. He was purely smitten, overtaken by its power as it finally gifted you to him.

He leaned in, wanting to crawl up your nightgown to nuzzle along your skin. He nearly sounded as if he were begging as he spoke to your form. “May I touch you?"

Your eyes were pointed as the demon used them to stare into him before stealing your lips to speak. “Untie me first, James.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #sebastian stan #bucky x you #bucky smut #eventual smut #demon reader #priest Bucky #priest x demon #bucky x demon reader #priest Bucky x reader #demon possession #possession #body snatchers #kinktober fic #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #demons #religion #priests and demons

[pinetreevillain]

Death of Me Part 11

Previous, Next

Masterpost

#my art #comic #death of me #halloween comic #halloween #demon #demon possession #father ross #constance #i actually hate this one lol

[cats-and-confusion]

siblings

#shitty doodles #rise leonardo #rise leo #rise donnie #rise donatello #rise disaster twins #rottmnt #rottmnt fanart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #threats of violence #tw threats #demon possession #shitty memes #rottmnt meme #my art

[favouritefearlesswhumper]

Demon Whumper and Human Whumpee is always a great one.

Demon Whumper that's a curse or accidental summon/possession.

Demon Whumper that shows up in mirrors, where only whumper can see. Only whumpee can feel claws digging into their skin, hot breath at the back of their neck, a laugh hissing in their ear.

Whumpee unable to sleep at night, knowing they'll wake up with gashes ripping into their back, their sides, their thighs- blood spotting the sheets, and their limbs burning. Memories of an impossibly hot body pressing against their own, of cruel taunts and promises of eternal torture. A long tongue sliding up the skin at their cheeks, soaking up the tears that fall.

Whumpee waking up to find a strange tattoo-like symbol on their lower back- but one not imprinted with any ink from this world.

Whumpee choking back a sob as they realise what this means-

Realise they've been claimed.

#demons #demon whumper #supernatural whump #demon x human #human whumpee #whumpee x whumpee #whump #whumper #whumpee #whump prompt #mine #possession #sort of #demon possession #demonic haunting #maybe thats a better tag

[charleecat-bat]

this is story i wrote based off those pictures of storm and his demon form that i drew for my horror inspired au

so if you'll are interested, go right ahead but be warned, it does centre around topics that are usually akin to horror, mostly body horror, gore and demon-related stuff.

#storm the albatross #slasher au #horror au #sonic the hedgehog #sth #my writing #short story #one shot #content warning #trigger warning #demon #demon possession #transformation #monster transformation #demonic takeover #body horror

[babyjackdaniels]

#fox writes imagines #spn #supernatural #angsty angst #Dean Winchester #Hunter!reader #demon possession #possessed!reader #spn imagine #supernatural imagine #dean winchester imagine #hunter!reader imagine #possessed!reader imagine