#just because you can see someone’s insides does not make it body horror. please.

[anatomical-puppet]

i need people to understand the difference between gore and body horror or i’m gonna start ripping bricks out of walls

#saw is not fucking body horror!!! is anybody listening to me!!!!!! #just because you can see someone’s insides does not make it body horror. please. #horror #puppet rambles

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 16/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Hotel reaction 2 electric boogaloo

still deciding whether i'll post tomorrow

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4 hours later, despite the arrival of Lucifer and the mystery woman, there is barely no progress. Charlie and the others were so hopeful the first few times because it did look like the extra power was doing something. But every time they make a dent, it bites back even worse.

They flinch as another Goetia fell, prompting the Prince of Lust to call for a retreat from her dad.

Lucifer: No! We can't afford to lose a Ring.

Cherri: They are clearly exhausted.

Angel: Yeah. One day won't be tha bad, right toots?

Charlie: Umm, I don't think so. Hell's rings are a complicated. They aren't just places, it's a system. Losing one will inevitably cause the others to fall apart.

Husk: I guess his majesty doesn't want us backed to a corner. If they let Sloth be consumed then who knows how bigger the problem would get.

Vaggie: He's right. The best solution is dealing with it at the literal root. They can theoretically recoup but by the looks of things, Sloth has little to no time left.

Husk: Mhhm. The constant ritual might be the only thing keeping it alive. The ring is basically on life support.

Lucifer: Goodie! Goodie: I cannot give more of something I do not have, angel. I warned you that my support alone will most likely not stop this. Lucifer: We should at least be denting it!

They quickly covered their ears as the TV let out a sound so ear-piercing that it feels like their head is splitting in half.

Angel: What the fuck???

Looking up despite the pain, they see that giant roots sprout from the ground. It went up and up until it reached Lucifer's pentagram in the sky.

Husk: Is that a fuckin' tree?

Charlie is transfixed on the image. She has lived in Hell all her life but this is the first time she had felt dread from something that came from her home.

'This is not of Hell.' She thought. It makes her sick. But her stupor was cut short as a new voice cuts through the footage.

Leviathan: Luci! Your marks!

Charlie looks in equal horror as her Uncle Leviathan when she saw the state her dad was in. The marks on his body have now almost consumed his whole face. She lets out a sob as Lucifer held up the mirror Alastor provided to inspect his condition.

No one spoke as he does this. Then after a moment, Charlie saw something in her dad's eyes.

Lucifer: Goodie. What do I need to do?

Charlie was about to say her confusion out loud when the lady, Goodie, blew a piece of paper onto the King's skin.

Goodie: This might be the only way to stop my sister. That is an ancient seal from before the Nothing- strong enough to render God and beings like Roo weak. Satan: Huh?! Then why didn't you just let us use that from the start??

Cherri: Yeah! The shit??

Husk: I don't like this.

Charlie shares the same sentiment. Whatever is happening, she has a bad feeling.

Goodie: Because there is a condition. Lucifer: And what's that? Goodie: It must be performed from the inside. It needs to be as close as possible to the one you are sealing. The hold will be stronger with proximity. And with you being the highest power here... Belphegor: Then that means-!

Nononononono, please don't. Please don't let it be what I think it is. Please don't do it. Please dad. I love you. I miss you. Please don't leave me PLEASE-

Lucifer: I need to be the one to go in there.

Protests from the hotel residents and demons on the broadcast overlap with each other. Charlie's ears are ringing. Her chest is tight and it's getting harder and harder to breathe. She can feel someone's hand around her, probably attempting to ground her. Yup, definitely a coming panic attack.

Lucifer: Are you sure this will stop her?

She can vaguely hear someone, probably Vaggie, say something to her but it's all muffled. Charlie could only focus her hearing on the scene in the TV.

Dark spots are filling her vision and her breaths are erratic as her beating heart.

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEDADPLEASENOTYOUDONTLEAVEMETOODADPLEASE

Goodie: You are the key, angel. It must be you.

Charlie's world turns to black as she collapses in the arms of her lover. And if her dad looked directly at the camera in hopes of meeting her gaze, well, she'll never know.

#hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin lilith #hazbin vaggie #hazbin nifty #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel cherri bomb #hazbin hotel sir pentious #radioapple #alastor x lucifer #duckiedeer #lucifer x alastor #appleradio #alastor and lucifer #hazbin hotel fics #hazbin hotel fictive #hazbin hotel fictionkin #hazbin hotel fic recs

[msookyspooky]

NSFW Poly!Ghostface Things I've thought of but I'm too busy to write (Someone write these)

TW: Sommnophillia, dubcon themes, bdsm, blood, knifeplay • AFAB and Gender Neutral Reader Ideas

- Stu tying you up and dragging his knife over your body. Cutting your clothes off of you and nicking the skin every so often

- Billy choking you while fucking

- Gagging Stu with your used panties/underwear when he won't shut up...If that doesn't work, sitting on his face does the trick.

- Billy yanking you by the hair and fucking you doggy style infront of a mirror; demanding you look at how desperate of a whore you are

- Stu pulling a full nelson on you with his arms locked together behind your neck and pounding up into you like a wild animal. Every vein and muscle in his arm popping with his teeth clenched as he's fucking you senseless for god knows how long.Incoherent insults being thrown your way by him.

- Billy and Stu each sucking on your tits while laying in bed. Dragging loving, gentle touches along you body for hours until you're begging them

- Stu licking and sucking you while you watch a horror movie and Billy gives you trivia. Get it wrong; Stu stops for awhile. Get it right, he keeps going.

- Stu reaching around and jerking Billy off while he makes you watch but both refuse to touch you.

- Both of them dressed as Ghostface chasing you down in the woods near Stu's house before catching you and fucking you in the dirtiest most degrading way

- Bouncing on both their laps fully clothed just to see who lasts longer before caving or cumming; Billy or Stu...Or You.

- Billy calling you cute with that evil smirk when your getting frustrated at him for teasing you

- Stu unable to keep his hands off you after showing off a revealing outfit at a retail store before he ends up fucking you agaist the changing room stalls wall. He definitely buys you the outfit to wear it home too

- All 3 of you having sex while a horror movie plays especially if there's sex scenes

- Both of them going feral when you show yourself naked with fake corn syrup blood drenched on your body

- Billy forcing you to go slow. His hands digging into your hips to stop them from going so fast when you're on top. He wants to savior every inch of you.

- Stu's long ass dick starting out by slowing sliding all the way in then all the way out just because he likes to see you squirm under him. Forcing you to feel every inch as it fills you up

- Pissing Stu off just so he'll fuck you hard and pissing Billy off just so he'll be mean to you

- Stu fingering you while having you call Billy just to gloat about what he's missing out on

- Sandwiched between them after a hard day and not having to do a single thing as they both rock inside you

- Taking a nap during the summer with barely anything on just to wake up to Stu's face between your legs and you on the verge of cumming

- Billy purposely grinding against you while spooning on the couch.

- Rare occasion of getting Billy into subspace and gentledomming him. Telling him in a coddling voice how good he is for Mommy/Daddy as he whimpers and rutts against you.

- Stu in subspace desperate to please you. Dog collar around his neck while on all fours begging to make you feel good. Practical tears in his eyes after hours of teasing and he's so desperate to be inside you

- Stu acting nonchalant while wearing grey sweatpants. Using his pelvic muscle to make his cock jump while your watching just so he can tease you about what a perv you are for looking

- Billy commenting on things you're into in a vague way in public just to get you flustered

- Them coming home horny and pumped with adrenaline after a kill. Blood on them, outfits still on while one fucks you and you give the other a blowjob

- Buying a new vibrator and them being jealous of it (They're man babies) before you use it on them and they love it.

- Tying Billy up and giving him endless orgasms. Him whimpering and making noises you never heard from him before with sweat and tears on his face and in a daze with how tired he is but desperate for more (Run as soon as you untie him bc you're definitely next as soon as he recovers)

- Pissed off at Stu, offering to tie him up to be kinky just to be clenching around him when he's in you. Even when he cums quickly; you're staying on and fluttering around his cock. Refusing to stop clenching and unclenching your kegal muscles even after he cums and he's desperately bucking and begging you.

- Stu taking candid pictures and videos of you he jerks off to

- Billy having phone sex with you using the Ghostface voice changer

- Being a Ghostface as well while being a brat taking all their kills. Guess who has to have an orgasm for every victim they took from the guys that night?

- Stu and Billy carving their initials in your inner thigh before worshipping you all night long for letting them do it

- They definitely have grazed between your legs with their knives. Not enough to cut but just to excite you and get off on the power they have over you. That if they wanted to, they could.

- Stu wants to fuck you while you wear his sweaters

- Billy gets worked up by smelling your perfume/cologne. Grinding into a pillow in private while smelling your clothes and moaning your name

#scream #stu macher #billy loomis #im on my period forgive me 😔😔😔

[frostironfudge]

Conversations With The Devil (Part 2) - Bucky Barnes

Summary: For the week 2 writing game by @the-slumberparty i chose to continue one of my first one shots submitted to a challenge, Conversations With The Devil (part one) can be read here. My opening line prompt was 'He was at a crossroads and whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life.'

Pairing: Soft!Dark!Devil! Bucky x Desi! Female!Reader

Word Count: 6.9k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, seances gone wrong, Oral F and M receiving, horror themes, smut, having sex with the devil?, a smidge of demon cock (nothing explicit just demon p grinding against human v), overstimulation, p in v, multiple orgasms, magic, sort of god complex, a little dark, whump, possession of a family member of the reader (not very horror-esque), protective bucky, horny bucky, devil bucky is a menace. please proceed with caution, you are responsible for your media consumption.

Masterlist || AO3

He was at a crossroads and whichever path he chose would ruin someone’s life. Not that he ever cared for either kind of critters that littered the realms he roamed. Bucky was more so concerned with himself, always himself and his concerns.

Even months ago when he stumbled across those three little humans during the seance. 

He stares at the gold gleaming around his wrist, it was surprising this piece of magick. Remaining uncut by the most demonic and angelic of swords. The fire of hell did not melt the gold. Incantations that would have worlds collapsing did not break the chains.

A curse or blessing upon the human’s family. He scoffs, at least they were no longer binding his neck and right hand. Only one remained around his left wrist keeping the two of them coterminous across realms. He licks his lips remembering her taste on his tongue. His cock hardens, then Bucky focuses his eyes back on the demons arguing in his court. He resists the urge to roll his eyes at their repetitive blabber.

Tear apart limbs this, possess little red haired ragdoll that; Bucky groans internally. 

Then a wicked smile stretches across his face. He should check in on his own little Doll. She did just tempt him. It had been days since he teased her from his throne. The tendrils bellow softly beneath his throne, making their way to the portal he had hidden.

Closing his eyes, Bucky visualises her, hmm, a different outfit than he’d seen her wear before. The long skirt shifts delicately with each step. 

His gaze takes you in, your brows furrow as you turn in the empty corridor trying to discern why the feeling of being watched creeps up your spine. His fists clenched as he stopped himself from allowing you to feel his touch.

You would have to wait.

You’re at yet another boring pre wedding dinner with the entire family. Distant cousins, uncles and aunts all gathered around. The loved by all elders and hated by all cousins, cousin Shaiyana, beams brightly as she shows off her man. 

Only the women in the family can see the faint gold chains that extend from her own bracelet to the boy’s neck and hands. You bite the inside of your cheek.

No one knew yet of Bucky or the fact that the chains had reduced from three to one over the span of six months. His intermittent visits and the one instance where he–no, he wasn’t there because of you. He had to cage that demon. He wasn’t there for you. 

Your mind still brings forth that night, from four months ago. 

Four Months Earlier.

Martin shrugs you off yet again, saying this time the seance would be foolproof. Lesser candles and Misha’s confidence lured you into the plan yet again. So there you all sat, fingers on the planchette. 

Dread filled every crevice of your chest. The hairs on your body rising as the temperature dropped enough for you to see Misha’s breathy exhale followed by Martin’s sniffle.

“Why does this happen to us?” Martin questions, the planchette moves to the letters.

The two of them stare at you with accusatory gazes as your name is spelled out.

“What–,” Your words are cut off as the three of you are yanked into corners of the room. You wheeze out as a pressure builds upon your chest, your hands placed down an invisible force holding you down. 

Misha’s voice echoes with the prayer followed by three claps, you breathe hard as the pressure vanishes. 

“What the fuck was that?” They ask you. 

You shake your head, “I don’t know.” 

Checking your hands, three long lines manifest across your forearm as though scrapped. No words or responses form. Wordlessly you help them fix their living room and leave for your own home.

The studio apartment greets you as you had left it. Every little common sound, reasonable thump has you on edge. Part of you wonders if Bucky would know what that was, if he would even appear again. 

The last time you saw him was when he raised his head from between your shaking thighs and licked his fingers and lips. Then he left. You knew he was still bound when your bracelet gleamed with three chains that seemingly went nowhere. As it did every day since that night two months ago.

You stare at the bracelet yet again and sigh a part of you sought him out. Wanting to know more, wanting to talk to him, feel him pressed against you again. Shaking the thoughts away, you go through your routine before bed.

Soon enough your earlier dread returns just on the cusp of sleep. Before you can utter the little prayer to defend yourself, the weight on your chest returns, heavier than before and you can hear the low growl above you. 

Your bracelet shifts closer to your palms, your folded fingers brush over the chains. Your mind brings forth his deepening azure eyes. 

The presence yet again holds your hands down. It reminds you of sleep paralysis only occurring when you’ve had the most tiring of days. 

“Please–,” You rasp, “Let m-me g-go, p-please–,” The pressure adds onto your throat the tears pooling now brim over. 

You can feel one breath remaining, it's a long shot you know. 

“Bucky.” You whisper into the room, only resulting in the pressure intensifying on your chest.

There is a snarl from the edge of your apartment, darkness shrouds a tall looming figure. Your eyes widen fighting the urge to close. Your struggles increase and the figure moves closer, the shadowy tendrils move across the space wrapping around above you, around nothing and they pull. As soon as they pull away you cough the ability to breathe freely returns.

The darkness now towers above your bed. You watch the invisible creature appear with crooked limbs and bottomless pits for eyes. It is pulled to the ground and a portal closes just as it is dragged under ground. 

You look up at the darkness, it clears, a horned creature watches you, its face covered in cracks as though marble damaged. The colour of its skin is a mix of grey and the cracks seemingly gold.

Its eyes blazing red with a catlike shape, trained upon you as it levitates upside down, you watch the gargoyle-like wings not open to their full expanse given the space, its lower body still covered by the bellowing tendrils. The demon settles across you on your bed. 

It saved you. 

Tilting its head it observes you silently. Lips unmoving just watching you. 

Your hands move to where the other demon’s scratches grave your forearm, its eyes follow the movement. It grabs your forearm and pushes up your sleeve. The demon’s face morphs into surprise you think. 

Maybe it wondered why you were not screaming? Or reciting pages of a holy scripture at it. 

Your brows furrow, its touch is familiar. The long fingers with dark nails begin to morph as they hold your hand, its eyes once again angry. In a practised sequence the horns and wings disappear, then the body, hands and face turn more human.

“Bucky?” Your surprise makes him look away from the scratches. His eyes still red, he blinks and you’re greeted by the familiar azure.

“I’ll make him pay.” He assures, before the tendrils wrap around him, his hands begin to disappear.

You panic again, “No!”

“What is it?” His voice sounds irritable.

“I,” you swallow before meeting his hard gaze, “I wanted to say thank you for answering my call…”

“Your call?” He snorts, you feel his hand better again, “I’ve been trying to find that demon, he’s fucking up all my plans. Made a mess in hell. You think I would answer a mortal’s call? Isn’t that what your almighty above is for?” He sneers, thumb tracing delicately over the scratches a stark contrast to his words.

You watch as they fade, “Oh, well, thank you for um, getting rid of it?” you change the words around. He rolls his eyes.

He stands creating distance between the two of you. 

“Don’t do anymore seances.” He warns, his demonic form taking over yet again before he disappears.

As Bucky stands before the bound demon, he raises his hand and forms a fist. The demon cries out in pain as all three hooked fingers on each of its four hands are crushed.

“You do not touch what is mine. You do not scare what is mine.” Bucky speaks calmly but his threat is clear.

“I’m sorry, Sire. My King I didn’t know that stupid mortal was your plaything–,”

The click of Bucky’s tongue has the demon cower back, the circle engraved onto the ground would not let the creature escape.

“You do not insult what is mine.” Bucky inhales, then closes his eyes, smiling as the demon’s pained screams surround him.

Days later Bucky watches as you go about your day, he’s noticed how you look at your bracelet with a sense of longing. Each time you do, there is a soft tug on the chains on his end. He was surprised when the other demons and creatures could not see the chains. It appeared only you and him could see them.

He follows you around, when one of your co-workers gets a little too close and reaches for your shoulder his unheard to you growl has the man retract his hand. You tilt your head as the co-worker scurries away. Bucky looks down at himself in disgust, what kind of human emotions was he resorting to, jealousy? He glares at you now and claws at the stupid chain around his neck. 

When you return home, you squeak in response to seeing him lounging on your bed, legs crossed and arms behind his head. A pleasant yet devilish smile on his features. If he was stuck with you might as well have some fun.

“What are you doing here? Another demon escaped? Is Cerberus not guarding properly?” You set your bags down on the table.

He chuckles, “It's cute you think I have a pet dog.” 

“What are you then? A cat person–creature?” You correct yourself, trying not to laugh at his exasperated look.

Blue eyes narrow and then rake over you, he did like the outfit. Your leggings tempt him to tear them away. One of his tendrils wraps around your ankle caressing it. You look down at it.

“Bucky, why are you here?” 

The tendril moves higher, wrapping around your thigh.

“You didn’t thank me properly the other night.” He reprimands you, more tendrils superimpose the earlier one, you’re lifted off the floor and brought to him.

“I said thank you.” You tug at the hold on your hands.

“Hmm, I’d prefer if you thank me by getting on your knees.”

“I’m not–,”

“You know I can feel you because of these?” The chains appear then, then fade away, “Every little emotion that overtakes you,” He levitates to meet you above your bed, “Your joy, sadness, pain,” his eyes move to your bare forearm, “Even your arousal.”

Your chest tightens and your clit pulses at his words. He licks his bottom lip, teeth sinking into the pink flesh. Teasing you. 

“Just as right this moment, she misses me doesn’t she?” Bucky chuckles as he feels your arousal permeate through his own body. He cups your mound, warmth seeping through your clothes, the tendrils make you grind against his palm. 

You whimper, trying to close your legs.

“Admit it.” He urges, the tendrils tear apart your top, your bra tattered too, his tongue swirls against your nipple and you feel it circle your clit too, you cry out.

“Admit it, Doll.” He moves to the other, hardening it into a peak as well.

He rises above you, tendrils supporting you, your hands behind your back making you assume a kneeling position. You’re face to face with his cock, leaking precum. Your body thrums in remembrance. 

“Admit it and you can have anything you want.” He cups your cheek, pushing away the stray locks. 

“Want you.” You lean into his touch.

“Open your mouth, Doll.” 

Your lips part, Bucky traces your bottom lip with his tip then sinks into your mouth inch by inch. You moan around him, his hand grips your head. 

“Breathe, Doll. Taking me so well. So pretty with your mouth full.” 

“You better keep that jaw slack, Doll. Gonna fuck your pretty face and then I’ll fill you up.” He promises, “Now,” He grunts as he thrusts and guides your mouth over his thick and veiny cock, “Remind me once we’re done to ask you about the little thought you had about my demon form.”

Your eyes widen, your body betrays you gathering more arousal over your folds. Bucky laughs. He guides your head over his cock, “Fucking velvet, so good. Fuck.”

He pulls out completely, “Oh, I’ll fuck you in my demon form too.” For a moment he morphs into his demon form, his cock thicker that your thumb and fingers wouldn’t meet wrapped around his cock. 

You swallow at the size of him, “It won’t, it won’t, um, fit.” Your voice a rasp, his thumb traces your bottom lip.

“It will fit, you were made for me weren’t you?” He questions, ignoring as the chains glow.

You nod, the two of you are turned, he slides his cock over your folds, the more prominent veins rub over your clit and folds you jolt under him. He morphs into his human form, repeating the movement, drawing out the same response. 

“Oh I’ve missed this pretty pussy wrapped all around me.” He taps your clit with his cock, making you shudder. 

Your hands grip his arms, Bucky sinks into your waiting pussy, both of you moan in unison. Your walls pulse around him. The chain from around his neck fades away as he begins to thrust into you. 

One leg around his waist the other thrown over his shoulder he sinks deeper, you cry out as each thrust is against your gspot, he builds your orgasm, his mouth around your nipple and one tendril tweaks the other. You feel his tongue flick your clit as well, all in tandem with his thrusts. 

Your lips part in a plea of his name as pleasure floods your senses and you arch off of your bed, against Bucky. Your nails rake down his chest, marking him. He hisses.

Your walls spasm around him, coating him in your cum. He smirks as you thrash in his hold, he doesn’t allow you respite, repeating the same movements sending you barrelling into your second orgasm. Tears brim over your eyes, down your cheek to your neck. 

Bucky lets go of your nipple, licking your sweet sweat-slicked skin and moaning at the taste of your pleasured tears. 

“So good, Bucky–,” Your words cut off by a cry as you’re turned, now on top of him, his cock buried deeper, your arms reaching for his shoulders. Bucky watches as you meet his eyes with glazed over eyes, he cups your cheek. Leaning in he kisses you, bruising the tendrils and his grip on your hips guide you over him. 

The tendrils tug and pull at your nipples, “One more sweet Doll, so fucking pretty, such a good girl aren’t you?”

You nod through the pleasured haze, “Your-yours,” You sob as his thrust is deep. Pleasure blooms like hellfire from your toes to your head.

“Mine, all mine.” He growls nipping at your flesh. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky–,” Your third orgasm shatters through you, “Fill me up!” You cry out. 

Bucky gives a few more hard thrusts before he moans your name, his cum coats your walls, you slump against his broad chest, sniffling as the aftershocks run through you. 

“You’re still milking me, Doll.” He groans as your pussy clamps around him, keeping him inside you. Taking all of his seed. 

You only hum in response, your head nuzzled into his chest. Taking in his scent your hands tracing over him lazily admiring him. 

“You’re pretty, both forms.” You whisper, he laughs.

“I belive I’ve fucked you stupid.” He declares making you frown. Pulling away to look at him.

The urge to quell your sadness overtakes him,

“Doll.” He warns. This, what the fuck was all this emotion?

“I said you’re pretty.” Your index finger presses to his chest.

“Find a better word than pretty.” He bargains.

“Can’t think too much cum.” You shrug, if he could act coy so could you.

“Is that right?” He raises a brow, “Too bad, I wanted to go a few more times.”

“Hmm, I do have to thank you properly.” You agree with him, “So are you a demon or a devil?” You ask, holding onto him as you’re turned again laying on your back.

“Pillowtalk? Buy a devil dinner first.” A tendril tugs on your nipple and you swat it lightly.

“A few minutes more.” You pet it, Bucky blinks at your actions.

“What? I don’t have any pets of my own.” You shrug the tendril wraps around your wrist, you smile.

Bucky shakes his head, after round two, he’d leave. Create distance again. 

He could not have your emotions meddle into him. 

He is ruthless, calculative. 

He is cunning. 

He takes what he wants; he cares for no one but himself. 

A king of Hell.

When you fall asleep, he gently moves away from you. 

The tendril you petted pulls the blanket on you better. Bucky stares at it, hands on his hips.

“What part about no attachments isn’t understood?” He whispers. The tendril turns towards you then back at Bucky. “We are not involving ourselves with a human.” He warns the tendril.

The tendril points to your bracelet. As if to say we’re already involved. 

“Just, open the damn portal.” Bucky huffs, as he descends into his realm, he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest and the way your hand sleepily seeks him out, you shifting closer to his residual warmth.

Present.

Warmth floods you at the memories. 

It had been three weeks since his last appearance. Your legs begin parting under the table, the familiar tendril stokes your inner thighs and the remaining drag your lehenga upwards. 

You shut your thighs, pushing the fabric down. 

That blue and red eyed menace. 

“Still three chains?” Your grandmother tuts, your eyes snap to her. 

“I, it’s just been five months—,” Shaiyana stutters, her blonde highlights flailing around her, “It takes time…”

‘Hmm, we’re down to one chain, Doll.’ Bucky’s deep baritone whispers against your earlobe; you feel his teeth graze your flesh. You shudder; he isn't actually here. 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, this is one of his horny tricks. 

“Stop it.” You whisper, his lips ghost over your neck. 

‘I quite like the neckline of this outfit, your chest looks fantastic and this skirt, hmm, could bend you over and just—,’

“Bucky.” You chastise, reaching for your bracelet, the thin gold chain appears and you yank it. 

Bucky’s arm tugs him sideward on his throne. He grasps his end of the shared chain and yanks it as well. 

His court of demons stare at him. Silence takes over the court. 

“What are all of you looking at? What's next I don’t have all the time in the underworld.” He roars at them. 

They look at him and then scutter about before resuming the arguments. 

As a result you knock into the waiter putting the entrées onto your cousin brother’s plate, “I’m so sorry!” 

“I’m not.” Your cousin beams as more food is dropped onto his plate, “These are my fave chicken tikkas.” 

‘Where is my apology Doll?’ Bucky asks, you swat at the tendril on your knee. 

“Y/N?” Your aunt looks at you with a raised brow.

“Oh just a fly.” You swat the other tendril you feel. You glare at the tendrils, they know you mean no harm.

‘You’re being a brat.’

“You were supposed to be here, we had a deal.” You remind him, trying not to let the disappointment get the best of you. 

‘First explain about the chains. Also, I’m busy ruling.’

“You need to be here to ask grandma about it. And stop trying to demon mode sex if you’re so busy ruling a part of hell.” You grit out in a whisper.

“Who needs to ask grandma what?” Your grandma eyes you from where she stands coming to greet everyone at the table. 

“Um just about the ch-,” Bucky’s ring circles your clit, “ah-chains.” You grip the seat of your chair cheeks heating. Oh this little devil of yours is going to pay. 

‘It's cute how you think you can get revenge on me. You're getting tied up today, Doll.’ Bucky warns, all traces of him disappearing. 

“Well?” Your grandmother asks yet again. 

“Why do the chains—,”

“Grandma, if you could just see how good we are together.” The apple of everyone’s eye pleads cutting you off. 

Your cousin brother mimics her whining, the cousins at your table suppress a laugh but giggles escape.

Your aunt shushes everyone.

“The chains are important dear. They tell everything.” She pats her head and then turns her eyes to the empty seat next to you. You wince. Her questioning came from her astute intuition. 

“He’s preoccupied.” You answer, “Meetings, on his way though.” 

She eyes you warily but moves on from your table. 

You slump in your seat. You meet the gaze of your parents and they are disappointed. For an open minded desi family they are disappointed in the lack of presence of your love life compared to your cousins.

What would you tell them? 

A devil creeps into your bed every few weeks? 

That you wish he would stay? 

That you googled how Persephone went to Hades just to know if it's viable for you to move there to hell? 

You’ve laughed to the point of tears over this situation. You could only hope the lesser number of chains meant he would be freed. 

Your theories of the chains fading because of sex was disproved earlier, the second only faded when he had appeared at the club your friends had dragged you to, where you got sick, the nausea from those weird mocktails and greasy food hadn’t agreed with your system. 

All you remember from that night was Bucky carrying, well flying you home after your friends had disappeared with their various hook ups. You had woken up to him scowling at you all while thrusting tylenol, water and then your favourite food in your hands. 

You didn’t think a devil would or could lecture you about parties, but there he was, eyes flickering between red and blue. Voice switching between demonic and human. The tendril you had befriended first had wrapped itself around your wrist offering comfort and Bucky glared at it.

“You cannot possibly think she isn’t to be told off.” He stares at the tendril.

It raises its body then lowers it like a shrug.

“Oh, alright, hm what if she got hurt?” He pauses then, masking his worry with ire.

“I didn’t mean to make you worry.” You look up at him, doe eyed. He inhales then exhales. The worrisome thought crosses his mind yet again. You feel his worry in your chest.

“I was not worried.” Bucky yells, voice fully demonic, you look away from him. His gaze softens.

He cups both your cheeks, “You need to be careful. We don’t know what these chains mean, I try to keep myself out of trouble too. You need to do the same, Doll.” It was the first time he used your nickname without a sexual context.

You both had watched then how the chain undid itself from around his right wrist. 

Something in Bucky’s chest cracks, he swiftly ignores it. The little pang of worry that he may lose you sooner rather than later. 

The hall doors swing open murmurs break out in their presence. You’re pulled out of your thoughts. You watch as Bucky walks in, crossing the threshold that held sacred verses over it with ease. Your jaw drops at his navy traditional sherwani attire. There are intricate velvet patterns on it that give it a raised emboss look. He dressed like that one Indian Film actor did in that one movie that you can no longer recall. All other images gone from your brain apart from this one.

The women of the family all turn to look at you. The chain speaking for Bucky and you before you could. Your grandmother takes your name as she eyes Bucky. He smiles at her. You stand walking to meet him halfway.

“I apologise for the delay, Grandma.” He takes her hand kissing the back of it. Her eyes narrow between the two of you.

“One chain?” She questions.

“We wanted to ask you about that–,”

“After the festivities. Enjoy the dinner, James.” She cuts you off then moves to her original table.

He raises a brow but only gives her a half smile. Bucky turns to you. 

“You like?” He winks, admiring the way your cheeks heat.

“I-, you came?” You ask, Bucky hides his own mirth at the happiness blooming in your heart replacing the earlier loneliness he could feel.

Bucky wants to say something else, you feel his hesitation, “We had a deal.” He runs his hand through his hair, his ring gleaming in the light.

“Let's meet your parents.” He suggests taking your hand and leading you to their table.

The lies flow easily from Bucky’s mouth.

Who is he? 

How the two of you met? 

What does he do with his free time? 

He even has pictures of his white fluffy cat on his phone– Alpine. You raise a brow.

“Cats are nice, misunderstood but nice.” He whispers, his lips brush over your earlobe, “You better not forget what your punishment is,” One arm moves to rest across your chair, his other rests on your thigh. The tendrils begin to work their way up again. 

Bucky’s face is inches from yours, you look up at him. He smiles at you.

“Smile.” He says, you blink, “Smile, Doll.” The tendrils tickle your side, you giggle and the flash occurs. Bucky’s smile widens, taking over his face at the sound of your laugh.

Your younger cousin hands you the polaroid, it's still developing as you lean closer to him.

Your breath ghosts over his neck, “My little devil,” you giggle yet again as you feel his irritation, 

“I’ll show you what’s little–,” He takes a sharp breath when you tug his earlobe and kiss the spot on his neck you had discovered the third time he slept with you.

“As I was asking, will you be in the picture?” 

He sighs exasperated, your questions about all of this ranged from actually fun to answer to can he shut you up in creative ways using his mouth, fingers or cock?

“I’m not a vampire.” He shakes his head, the arm resting across your back softly traces over your arm.

“Hmm, cranky like a hungry one.” You tease.

“Well I haven’t eaten my favourite meal in days. I could eat and no one would know, well if you keep quiet, Doll.” His eyes switch colours, darkened with red rims.

Your brows furrow as you spot a bead of sweat. Before you can stop yourself you wipe it from his temple.

“This sherwani is warmer than I anticipated.” He brushes it off, the waiters place food on Bucky’s plate as well. You don’t look away from him.

“Is it the scriptures?” You ask, he chews the kebab then nods, eyes shifting to the books kept.

“You all prayed before this, correct?” 

“I’m sorry, Bucky I didn’t realise it would be more than what is comfortable, do you want to go outside?” Your hand is placed on his chest.

He licks his lips, “Let me eat my dessert, it's a sin.”

“Are you sure it will help?” Were you actually considering this?

“Hey man, it's so nice of you to come down, she was getting all lonely staring at her phone.” Your cousin interrupts the conversation. 

“Ah yes I was texting her minute by minute.” Bucky nods, you want to laugh. 

You didn’t even have his number. 

“So what do you do?” Bucky questions your cousin. Your mind blanks momentarily as you feel Bucky’s lips ghost along your inner thigh. 

Your cousin replies but you hear nothing, you feel Bucky’s tongue delve through your folds. You grip his hand resting on your thigh. 

‘Not a sound, Doll.’ He warns, ‘So fucking sweet. All for me.’

His moan reverberates against your core, you bite your lip as you feel his fingers delve into you. Thick digits curving deliciously. You reach for the glass of water, your fingers clamp around it as you feel yourself stretch around his ring. 

‘Could stay between your legs for aeons, Doll.’ 

You feel him suck on your clit and you whimper, Bucky next to you presses his lips to your temple. Grounding you. 

‘You love it when I get like this, taking you apart then putting you back together.’ 

His movements gain pace, sweet oblivion within reach and he stops. Your lehenga righted and he kissed your temple again. 

“Seems like we aren’t the only sinners here.” He murmurs. You look at Shaiyana and her partner. The chains are down to two from three. Her hair dishevelled. 

You glare at Bucky. 

“Oh, no this is part of the punishment.” He grins. 

“Bucky.” You all but whine. 

“Needy little Doll aren’t you?” He whispers, “For each orgasm I deny I’m going to reward you.” 

Around you both dinner continues, Bucky teases you relentlessly during the entire time. Thoroughly enjoying the way you squirm for him. Turning into his needy little mess. His greedy little, Doll. 

The fifth time he edges you. You can’t take it, you know distance doesn’t matter he can always use his powers on you. You still excuse yourself from the table, heading to the washrooms. Your cheeks warm, flushed because of Bucky. You fix your dupatta’s draping in the mirror. 

“You have got some nerve.” Shaiyana observes exiting the stall. 

You raise a brow. 

“Oh come on your boyfriend suddenly appears just as I debut mine and one chain? How many times has he fucked you?” She turns to face you. 

“They don’t disappear just because of sex…” you trail off. 

“Oh please, Grandma’s rules clearly state about bonds and binds. How they forge forever and how they break.” She scoffs, flipping her hair back. 

“Shaiyana, how does the bond break?” You swallow, wondering if it is what you wanted, to lose Bucky. 

She looks back in the mirror meeting your gaze through it, “Finally you’re away from, Sire.” 

Her eyes turn fully black, no whites nor her dark brown irises visible. You take a step back. 

“You have him distracted. We don’t like distractions. The only thing good about you? Your mortality.” Her voice haunts you, gooseflesh raising across your skin. 

“He won’t appreciate you hurting me.” You warn, moving towards the bathroom door. You try not to let fear consume you. 

You try to reach out to Bucky through the bond. You feel nothing. 

Shaiyana cackles, “Aw, he isn’t your knight in shining armour.” She steps closer towards you. Her voice is akin to chalk screeching against a board.

You look at the bracelet, the chain does not manifest. You look back at your cousin just as her hand comes in contact with your cheekbone. The force of it pushing you against the granite counter, you groan as the corner hurts you.

Bucky’s brows furrow, you aren’t back yet. The side of the bond that allowed him to reach you was subdued. He walks up to your Grandma, she turns sensing him. 

“I see your curiosity cannot wait.” She smiles standing up, he offers her his hand. She grasps it, leading her towards the balcony. His gaze everywhere trying to find you. 

The tendrils move along the edges of the room, taking over the venue to find you. 

“How did you know my name?” He questions her, there is a thrum around her, iridescent old magick exuding from her aura. 

“I know quite a bit about the demons and Kings of Hell, boy. What I should be asking is what made you choose a mortal?” She raises a brow at him. 

“I didn’t know about the curse until the binds—,”

“You know what I mean.” She gives him a knowing look, “You do know before the binding you were asked if you will explore this with her.” 

Bucky looks out onto the city lights. He remembers the ancient words, he remembers his affirmative reply. He wanted you. Then reality seeped in. Bound to a mortal? Bonds that work across realms? Forcing himself to not seek you out for two months.

He looks back at her, “She was not supposed to become more.”

“And now? You want to break it?” Your grandmother watches him.

“What do the chains mean?” He questions.

Unease trickles across him as the tendrils return with no news. He looks at her. She senses his emotions.

“I have to find her.” Bucky returns to the hall then out into the hall.

He frowns, there was a corridor to the bathroom here why can’t he see it?

“You’re going to break the spell you have on our Master.” Shaiyana’s nails dig into your cheeks. The water overflowing from the taps, the cold seeps into your back. She was slamming your hand into the floor trying to get the bracelet to break. 

There was something possessing her. You had to do something.

“I didn’t!” You cry out in pain that breaks across your knuckle. Moving up your palm. 

“He keeps visiting this realm. He tortured demons over you. His own kind.” Shaiyana snarls and you feel the sting of a slap. 

“He wants the bond gone.” She tells you. Your tear stained eyes meet her obsidian ones.

“How to break it?” You ask, “Did he send you?” 

She smiles, “He did, oh you fell in love? You fell for the King? You, a mere mortal? Be worthy of him?” She laughs. 

In her distraction you begin to pray, she takes her hands away as if burned by your skin. You push yourself away, slipping as you make your way to the door. Shit, shit, shit.

Shaiyana stands again, you pray again, slamming your hands against the door hoping someone would hear you. “Bucky!”

“Stop calling his name!” She warns moving closer to you.

Bucky hears a thump, he turns to the seemingly placed wall. He places his palm on it. It scalds his flesh. His eyes turn red. A seal placed upon the door. He presses both palms to the wall. 

It begins to give way, he hears your pained cry of his name. 

“Doll!” He calls out.

“Bucky!” 

The tendrils slither through the cracks, the seal was drawn outside the door. As the tendrils latch onto it, “Get away from the door!” He yells. You step back, pausing the prayer. Shaiyana yanks you back by your hair.

The door burns as Bucky steps through it. The flames disappear, behind him the cream coloured door now blackened. He stands there anger coursing through his veins. The image of him right now exudes power. 

You whimper as Shaiyana smiles up at him, her nails digging into your scalp, “I did as you said, Sire. The way to break the bond? Break the bracelet or kill her.” She adds.

“When did I place such a command? Are you trying to overthrow me?” He raises a brow, “Release her.” 

“Bucky break it–,”

“No.” He cuts you off.

“I fear it is worse than we thought. He cares for her.” She taps her foot thrice.

A portal opens beneath the three of you. Bucky sends the tendrils forth to break your fall. He switches to his demon form. The tendrils pull you to him. Tucking you to his side. He snarls at the demons gathered around. Shaiyana lays on the ground, unconscious. 

“You have to make a choice, Sire. A bewitching mortal or your duty as King.” The demon that was possessing her procures a blade. Your eyes widen. 

Your hand grips his forearm, he looks down at you, “They would kill you?” 

“They wouldn’t dare.” He looks back at the demons.

“Bucky, let me break it.” You plead.

“Why? Do you not want–,”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” 

“I won’t.”

The glimmer of the blade shines through the fires burning, you do the most mortal thing Bucky expects. Covering his form with yours, “Are you insane?! I need you alive!” He yells.

The blade is stopped by his hand. It burns his flesh.

“What is this sacrificial human bullshit? You do not die for love! Be selfish! Stay alive damn it.” He yells, throwing the blade back at the demon. His wings expand, covering the two of you and Shaiyana from the blades and hexes that are sent your way.

“But–,”

“No. I don’t want the bond to break. Do you know I was asked before the binding. If I wanted this? I agreed.”

“Then why were you gone?” You demand, the tendrils begin to branch out. 

He raises the cracks in the ground. The demons around you stop their attack. All pausing because of the sigils made into the ground.

“I wanted you, Doll. Do you see this? The insubordination?” He glares at all the demons, he turns back to his human form.

“I kept a watch on you. I wanted to know what the chains meant. I dived into research but this is heirloom magick passed down between generations. Not kept in any scripture.” He explains, you blink several times.

“Wait, you said love?” You ask him, he stares at you.

“Just, just sit here and do not look at or touch anything.” He makes you sit on his throne before stepping away. 

“Bucky?” 

He turns back to look at you.

“I don’t want the bond to break too.” Your words make him smile, the familiar tendril wraps around your wrist.

The gold chain around his left wrist disappears, in its place a gold chain bracelet remains. 

The two of you share a look, the bond thrums steadily between the two of you. 

“Now let me go take care of these fools before I return to have you ride me while I sit on my throne.” He winks at you before turning yet again.

Your grandmother looks at Shaiyana asleep on the couch of the hotel lobby, then you, then Bucky. 

“She was possessed?” Your Grandma questions. 

Your devil and you nod.

“She was taken to hell?” 

The devil and his human nod again.

“You both verbalised not wanting the bond to break?” 

You both nod yet again.

“I see. Well I’m not going to deal with the six month crap Demeter had imposed.” She stares at Bucky.

“She’s free to travel realms.” He answers, thumb stroking over your hand.

“Hmm, trust the one who loves horror to snag a devil.” She teases you, “Alright now head on home. I’ll get someone to help with her.” Your grandmother heads back to the banquet hall.

Bucky chuckles, lips pressing to your temple. You close your eyes, when you open them you’re back in the throne room.

“I have to reward you.” He says sitting down on his throne, the tendrils help your lehenga bunch around you as you straddle him, his length pressing to your core.

“That you do, my little devil. My King.” You nip at the skin of his neck, he growls hands gripping your hips.

“Doll.” He warns, moaning as you grind against him.

“Yes?” You continue tracing your lips over his flesh leaving your own little marks upon him.

“After what you achieved today, exposing those who stand against me? You’re going to make a fine Queen and your first order of business?” He lifts you up, clothes melting away from your bodies, slowly he guides you down on his hard length. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you moan against his lips.

“You are to scream your King’s name, my Queen.” He tugs on your bottom lip before kissing you deeply, as he pulls away, “Did you know ancient heirloom magick is one of the strongest forms?” 

You feel so full, the tendrils tease your nipples, “Bucky–,”

“I sensed the magick in you the minute I saw you.” He raises you and has you slide down on him again, controlling your movements. 

You meet his eyes, they have red rims around the darkening irises. Bucky smirks, as he brings you closer to him. Your clit grinding against his trail of hair. You moan, he grasps your chin. 

“You and your magick are both to be mine.” He kisses you then as you feel yourself fall backward, landing on a soft mattress, Bucky’s hands move over your skin. From your hips over your sides one hand remains around your neck, the gold chain of his bracelet gleams. 

“All of it was for the magick?” You rasp, he studies your features. 

He thrusts into you, your walls quiver around him, “Always so fucking beautiful and tight, such a good girl for me.”

Your nails leave little indents into his biceps, “James, answer–Oh–,” 

You moan as his tip brushes over the spot that sparks the pleasured waves to thrum through you.

“All of it,” He thrusts into you deeper, rutting against you, your legs wrapping around him tighter, “Was for you, Doll.”

AN: i never thought i'd get to writing a part 2 for this one shot but here we are, i'm quite proud of it and i hope you enjoyed reading!

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[ashes-writing]

can I ask for kit walker from ahs for the feelth alphabet? or jimmy darling if you don't write kit.

taglist babes || req rules / fandoms+characters || send ?s || masterlist

I love both of these men omfg, so fucking much. Make you a deal, sweetheart? I'll do Kit here since you named him first and then I'll do Jimmy in an actual post. I'm feeling particularly generous today and I love them both so much I can't pass this up.

Warnings;

Minors, back off outta here. This is meant for 18+. Are we absolutely clear? Body fluids, breeding kink, oral sex, masturbation, the usual things you find on one of these things.

Taglist;

@krys-orion and @sporadiccherryblossom are the only ones on my taglist for American horror Story. If you'd like to be added, please add yourself via the link up top or let me know.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

... ugh he's just so fucking sweet. Lazy but sweet. His idea of aftercare is to lie there naked with you. He likes to hold you on top of him and wrap his arms around you real tight and as he's doing this, he's touching and kissing you, gentle little pecks on your nose and lips and even your cheeks. If he's bitten down too hard on your neck or something he'll graze his lips against it and give you this sheepish little look.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kit is a toss up between lips and legs. I feel like he'll stare at your lips like he's mesmerized because he's thinking so damn hard about how they'll look swollen from kisses. Or wrapped around his cock if he's in a more ahem... feral, mood.

His favorite part of his own body are his muscles. He knows he's strong and he loves this. Or his hands. He likes that his hands are rough and they tell a story.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

... Cums a lot. So much, oh my god. Will choke you when you're sucking him off if he doesn't warn you in time. Loves to lick you clean. If you don't want him to cum inside of you, his other favorite places to do it are on your stomach or your tits.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

... He really doesn't have any that are dirty, per-se. His wife was his first though, so he's not as experienced as most men were/are. back in the day.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

... His former wife was his first. But he's a quick learner, he figured out what to do to really knock a girls socks off in a hurry. And he's observant, he will take note of what gets the most reaction out of you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves to be able to feel you beneath him, his hands all over you, his mouth all over you, whispering against your ears and lips. Just the feel of you pinned beneath him kind of like... Grounds him and centers him and truthfully, it calms him down in the chaos that is life.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's kinda goofy, loves to hear you laugh and see you smile. But he can also be very intimate and sweet too and for the most part, he is. So he's more serious in the moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

... Decently groomed but immaculately clean. He's more worried about everything being clean down there than how well it's trimmed tbh.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

... so intimate, oh my god. this is probably what makes sex with him so fucking amazing, he's so sweet and so giving and he really lives up to the whole caretaker / protector thing because he lives to take care of you and loves to show you how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

... very vocal. and more than once this has made people think he's actually fucking someone. He tries to be quiet but his mind is nothing if not vivid so therefore, when the mental images flood him, he's mouthy as if you're there with him and he's fucking into you and not one of his hands. jacked off into a pair of your panties once and loved the way the soft fabric felt around his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

breeding kink, holy shit. lowkey feel like if you called him daddy he'd blush BUT.. he'd start to fuck you deeper and his thrusts would get slower and longer and he'd lean down and whisper "You want daddy's cock, doll?" and he'd have this shit-eating grin too, he lowkey lives for it. Beyond these, I feel like he doesn't have many actual kinks because he hasn't had many actual lovers. As for the breeding kink, well.. If you call him daddy, he'll probably say something like "don't call me that unless you want me to fuck a baby into you, princess." and if you beg this man to get you pregnant he will go feral, holy shit.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home, behind closed doors, in the damn bed. He's not.. He's a sweet lil bean, he's not freaky like that.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

kissing on the neck, heavy petting, catching a glimpse of your panties when you wear certain little dresses, the way a necklace sits between the swell of your breasts, when you tilt your head and he sees the soft line of your neck.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing you with anybody. He's sweet but he's hella territorial.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves loves loves to give oral. And while he's sloppy and he's still learning, his enthusiasm and the will to please you make up for this. He does get better though, and when he sucks your clit, lord have mercyyyy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual. He doesn't like to rush -esp if he is acting out his breeding kink and intentionally trying to knock you up.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He'll do it but he prefers it when things are not rushed. It feels better for both of you and he can't focus on pleasuring you when he's worried about hurrying for whatever reason.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not a risk taker, not at allll. He will try things but.. He's just a sweet boy, he's probably not going too far out of his comfort zone.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go a round then he's done. He lasts a really, really, really fucking long time though so that one round is liable to tire both you and him out before it's all said and done.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope and no. He doesn't own them and he wouldn't use them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be a bit of a tease, especially when he's in a playful mood.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's so loud oh my god. He's praising you, swearing, growling, groaning, moaning your name, esp if you're sucking his cock and he whines oh my god holy shit, he whines.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has fingered you under a table at a restaurant before. To be fair, you were blowing him in the car on the way over, so turnabout is fair play and he knew nobody could see. He thought it was hot to watch your eyes get that fucked out glaze when he found that one really magical spot and concentrated on it a little while.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

HUNG. HOLY SHIT. It stretches you and the stretch burns. Above average girth, average length. He's uncut too, so there's that.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It all depends. If he's not with someone, he's not thinking about it, he's usually more focused on work but if he's with someone oh god.. He's constantly replaying little moments in his mind -esp if sex related and he'll get himself worked up enough that he's booking it home on his lunch break to fuck you on the table.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes him a while. He likes to hold you and watch you as you drift off to sleep and just think about how much he loves you / how lucky he is to have you.

#kit walker #kit walker imagine #kit walker smut #kit walker headcanons #kit walker x reader #kit walker x fem!reader #minors dni

[heartfullofleeches]

Howdy! Gonna be honest I'm so nervous sending an ask but I'm gonna try n be brave here. I love the things you create, your writing and characters are all absolutely wonderful.

Also, if you don't mind, may I request some Salem?? She hasn't left my brain since you first introduced her I love her so much fjdjja

Maybe like, some kiss hcs or somethin? Or if you feel like it, a scenario with something like goin to the 7/11 with her at 3am on what may or may not be a date(and maybe if you wanna add a little spice some jerk tries to start trouble)

"Psst, Y/n. Wake up."

You turn over. The covers are yanked off of you; body shaken by a force you deem too early to deal with, but she won't let up.

"I'll eat a star from your favorite constellation if you don't."

You're fairly certain she's bluffing, but knowing there's no way you'll win this battle in the long run - you sit up. Salem pumps her fist in triumph.

"Finally- Don't worry though, I wouldn't have done that. Gives me heartburn." She tosses you a ball of clothes and your shoes. "Get dressed, we're going on a date."

Salem is already rearing to go, mainly because you've never seen her out of a casual tee and baseball cap - which you were sure was somehow her flesh in someone way.

Formerly your co-worker at a local convenience store, it turned out that was all a comatose dream and she was a reality devouring abomination that saved you after a cult had sacrificed you to bring forth the destruction of your world. Whether through memories she had implanted in your head, she was now your partner and the cause of at least one five more people vanishing of which only you remembered, as well as the reason you hardly slept at night due to her random binges - or waking up to her watching you.

"Does this date have anything to do with a gas station?"

She pauses. "Maaaaybe. Don't sweat the deals, let's just get going."

"It's 2am."

"And it's 2am somewhere else. What's your point?"

-

Reality smacks you in the face the moment you walk inside the store. On the store walk there, you hoped it was another dream, but seeing someone else behind the counter and the busted air conditioning told you this was all real. Salem walks through the ideas grabbing the things she liked, along with a few she knew you enjoyed. At the end of her run, she looked like a child who's parent had left her without supervision and an alarming addiction to energy supplements.

You step outside as Salem pays for her things. You don't know where she got the money since she spent majority of her time at your house or loitering around your workplace, but it's probably better if you didn't. She walks outside with a pleased look of her face, which quickly turns to horror as she remembers something.

"Wait- I forgot something. I'll be right back, take these." Salem shoves her bags in your arms and rushes back inside. The weight topples due to how overfilled they are, contents spilling over the road. You're able to pick most of them up just fine, but a stray can rolls a few feet away while you pick up the rest. You go to retrieve it, but someone else grabs it before you could.

"This belong to you?'

You look up at the stranger. You saw them outside when you first showed up, but didn't pay much attention at the moment - despite them watching you the entire time you were in the store. You hold out your hand for the drink, but they pull it away before you can grab it.

"Can I have it back?"

They grin. "Depends on what you'll do to get it back."

"I'll just buy another then."

"Aw, don't be like that. I don't want much. A phone number would be nice." They reach out to touch your shoulder, but a hand blocks them from making contact. Salem leans on your opposite side, pulling you away from the stranger and distancing you from them by stepping between you. She smiles a little too brightly for your comfort, but it only irritates them rather than set off any red flags.

She waves. "Hey there! Nice night isn't it? What's going on here?"

"Nothing, we were just talking so-"

"Haha, I don't really care. The conversation is over, so now I'm gonna take my friend here home and make out with them while you go fuck yourself or jump off a bridge. Whichever's more convenient."

The stranger yanks her by her collar. "You-"

"You're scared of possums."

Confusion flashes in their eyes as their muscles go lax. "What did you just say?"

"You're afraid of possums. When you were eight, your dad hit one and you thought it would be a good idea to hit one, and for some reason you thought it would be cool to touch it - but it wasn't dead."

They let go of her. "How... did you know that?"

Salem shrugs. "You just seem like that type of person- or does that fear stem from the fact they remind you of the guy you hit a few years back."

The stranger flinches as she hits her open palm while making making a crashing noise.

"Just barreled right through him. Didn't even stop to see if he was alright, but you saw the news reports didn't you? Wonder how that full ride to college would go if they knew you splattered some old dude's brains against the road, or the same happened to you."

Salem stares at the stranger as they begin to hyperventilate. Their eyes meet beyond her shades - and they scream. They break off into the night while Salem picks up the can they had dropped during their escape, pouring the remaining contents of the busted lid into her mouth. Having witnessed similar events before, you're unfazed - but curious.

"Did they really kill someone?"

She shrugs again. "I dunno. I just started bluffing after a while. Gets a little hard to pinpoint the full details the further you go, but I'm about sixty percent sure there was some truth there."

"Hm... What did you forget by the way?"

"Oh! Right." Salem pulls out a snack box and rips it open, digging through the bag until she finds a silver painted plastic ring. "Let's married."

#Salem my oc #This is partly a crackpost because she's the queen of bs and i love her for it #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #yandere headcanons #yandere x you #yandere insert #female yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere drabble #yandere god

[solntepyok]

Xenophanes' Yandere Alphabet

Metallica is very well written to. You can listen to one of the songs «Devil's Dance». As far as I'm concerned, this track suits perfectly Xenophanes.

Warnings: yandere's behavior, manipulation, intimidation, gaslighting, elements of Lima syndrome, detailed descriptions of body horror and murder and psychological/physical violence, torture

Art belongs to @crowstare.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Xenophanes has a rather strange, horrible, one might even say cruel attachment to you. He tries to get your attention by inflicting pain on others. Tearing someone else's flesh, pulling out their insides and laughing and laughing and laughing... While you're crying your eyes out. He loves to look at your tear-red beautiful face, at your frightened crystal-clear eyes full of innocence and submission. His affection goes too far, for he has no personal boundaries. He's an unfeeling demon who wants to make others suffer and obey him.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very, very messy. No matter who makes an attempt on your life, he will tear to pieces absolutely anyone, even his slaves. Xenophanes is a terrible possessor, he won't let anyone take over his toy. Only he can do with you what he pleases. In his world all things must be as he wills, for here he is Father, Son and Holy Spirit. In his domain he is God, the Dark Master of souls.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Always, after a human enters his world, the evil spirit takes a closer look at them. He studies their behaviour, their habits, their secret fears buried deep in their soul. Once he has enough information, he begins to act.

What about you, he discovers that you fear Death. And so he gets you into deadly situations that (without his help) you wouldn't have gotten out of alive. At once you stumble and fall straight into a fiery lava before he turns the boiling pool into bloody water. Barely out of the river, you were shaking like mad, you were on the verge of a nervous breakdown. And he took enormous pleasure in knowing that he now knew which buttons to push to make you weep.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He would like to feel close to you. To touch your body with his huge, sharp claws, leaving bleeding scratches on it. He would have wanted to make you scream in fear and overwhelm you with strong emotions as you hung on him like a plush doll, begging him to stop. But he wouldn't listen to you. His desire, his passion, his lust for you was too great. He wouldn't listen to your pleas to leave the poor people he tormented alone at all. After all, that's how he wanted to show you who's the Master here. Who is the puppeteer and who is just a mere puppet.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Although the demon is quite aggressive and fierce, he never shows you his positive emotions. Simply because he's incapable of it. He was born in a cataclysm, in a massive explosion. In fact, he was a fatal mistake. And therefore he believes that all feelings other than rage and anger are false. He sees only falsehood and hypocrisy in these kinds of feelings. Xenophanes is very tight-lipped with you, though he does not neglect to show you all his hatred lurking in his dark and gloomy soul.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

The fiend is used to people's futile, totally useless attempts to fight back. He feels an incredible superiority over all living beings. He is dark matter, an evil spirit, a numen. And people... They're just flesh and blood. This is why he is perfectly calm when you try to fight him, when you tremble with fear, though you try very hard not to let on that you are pretty afraid of your tyrant. However, he feels everything and understands everything. And so your defenceless appearance turns him on incredibly well, and he even allows you to step outside of his deadly game. But when you go too far, that's when he goes berserk with rage. You can step right and left, but there's no way he's going to let you cross the line, which is to run away from him for the umpteenth time. He wants you to be with him as much as possible so that you can never leave him. After all, you cannot die twice. You cannot escape from where your home is now.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Heck, it certainly is. His attitude towards you is just a game, and the trials prepared especially for you are an element of it. You are his favourite puppet, which he controls like a skilled puppeteer. Pulling strings, forcing you to move your limbs, obeying him. And puppets cannot rebel against their Master. Simply because they would immediately be brutally suppressed.

Once, while playing with you, when he grabbed you, holding you in his sharp, knife-like claws, you began to break free, sobbing and screaming pitifully. At that moment he just laughed eerily and ghastly and horribly. His laughter made your blood run cold, and it pained you intensely that he saw you as little more than a mere toy that could bore its owner at any moment. A toy that he could tear into a thousand little pieces.

But when you plunged a bone you'd picked up from the wreckage of a poor man who was already dead into his forehead, he was stunned. He was stunned that you hated him, even though he himself had done absolutely nothing to make you change your mind about him. He felt a very real rage, showing his volcano-like wrath. It's an experience you'll never forget. One second and you staggered and shrieked and touched your face, the red liquid spurting from your face. From his incredibly sharp dagger claws ran scarlet hot blood. Two pairs of deep wounds flaunted indifferently on your face.

A hypocritical game, a hypocritical player. It's payback for disobedience.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

To tell the truth, absolutely everything about your tormentor was a living hell. You were scared to death of his eyes, full of hatred and indifference to all living things. His gaze inspired nothing good, his gaze destroyed hope as soon as it appeared. You were frightened by his slaves, disgusting and vile creatures who behaved as Xenophanes himself wished. They were echoes of his warped imagination, his corrupted picture of the world.

But there was something else that scared the hell out of you — his transformation into a crystalline form. You were sure he had done it on purpose in front of you to frighten you. You watched in utter horror as his arms stretched out, like snakes ready to grab their prey. You watched his torso stretch out too: he was literally hovering over you, he had to hump hard to grab you. His ribs protruded so much that you feared they would just jump out of his nightmarishly sized body in an instant. His purple needles were like crystals: they shone just as brightly, but there was danger lurking in their beauty; you were sickened by this shimmering acid colour. His huge, enormous jaw with dozens of fangs as sharp as knives were poised to bite your neck, to tear through your flesh. He bared his fangs and extended his bloody claws in the hope of grabbing you.

You would have sworn to God that you would have died on the spot had it not been for the life-saving adrenaline that made you dash away.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Perhaps he had never given it much thought, for now he was quite satisfied with everything. One of his favourites trembles just from the mere sight of him, and that is definitely what he needs. To know that you obey him, inviolately doing whatever he asks. Watching you cry (for the umpteenth time?), rubbing your tear-red eyes. He loved your helpless look, and that was enough for him.

The future is a mortal problem. There is no time, no space, no boundaries in heaven. There the world is ruled by serenity, stretching and unconcern.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He gets incredibly furious when you start telling him that this is not your home and he is not your Master. It's not true. It's all blatant lies. He just didn't want to believe it, the evil spirit was incredibly angry that you wanted to trade him for some mortal pleasures. What is it worth to have a family that will be nothing anyway, just because all the loved ones will die one day? What are friends worth who can stab you in the back at any moment, betray you at the most inopportune moment? What is love worth, an arrogant and lousy bitch who thinks it rules the world?

The body is a lie. All feeling is a lie.

He proved it to you time and time again, but you wouldn't listen. He had everything to give it to you, but you didn't want immortality, his endless possessions and his crazy, sick attachment.

You just wanted to get home. To have everything back the way it was.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Based on his unpredictable behaviour, you could never predict what he would be like this time. Would he simply laugh in response to your impertinent trick or would he grab enraged you by the throat, squeezing until you were unconscious? It was as if you were playing dice with Death, for there was no other way you could explain the phenomenon.

He was surprisingly gentle once. Before you knew it, you'd cornered yourself playing catch-up with him. He was slow as hell to approach you, as if to mock you and your feelings. You were tired of being constantly in his clawed clutches, for he very rarely gave you an alternative course of action. You sobbed silently: you were exhausted. Closing your eyes, you leaned against the cold tiled wall, waiting for the endless torture. But the very second you felt the hot breath on your body. It was literally burning you with it. The heat filling your chest made you begin to shake. Before him, in this position, you were like a small, weak, defenseless lamb in front of an enraged, cruel and hungry wolf.

Xenophanes did not believe in feelings. But he believes that you would stay with him, for you would simply have no choice.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

The Dark Lord does not need to woo you. He'll turn events so that it's you who's after him and his attention. On your knees, begging him to kill you, to finally take your soul and not hurt you anymore. He wanted to make you afraid of him so that you couldn't say a word in fear of him. He was looking for your fears, groping for your deepest hiding places so that at the right moment he could push on your triggers, making you break down. He wanted to know what would happen to a human if they were deprived of everything they held so dear.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

For the most part, no. He treats you the same way he treats the rest of his slaves — cruelly and inhumanely. The only thing different about his behaviour with you is that he plays with you otherwise. It is as if he wants to help you, but at the same time he will not lend you a helping hand if he thinks that you are capable of handling his ordeal yourself. For example, as was the case with your fall into the fiery lava. He gave you a clue, turned the situation around and the rest was only on your shoulders.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

You consider your worst punishment to be being in his world yourself. Your bloody survival in his endless domain. He punished you long ago, though he doesn't think so himself. Personally, he considers it the best gift heaven has to offer: you can never die again, from now on you are immortal. You can wander endlessly through his domain, he allows you to do so, for everything that was his is now yours too. He lavishes you with his attention, neglecting his precious time which he could have spent conquering another mortal soul. But none of this is necessary for you, and this makes him incredibly furious. And so, enraged, he bares his fangs and growls furiously, making you scream in fear. He grabs you by the throat and tosses you aside. You fall and hit your head: you are knocked unconscious. And he, proud and lonely and exasperated, walks away to leave you with your thoughts.

Either way, you soon change your mind about him. After all, it's human nature to get used to everything.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Needless to say that he has taken your soul to make you his plaything for all eternity? Perhaps he has taken the most precious thing a human can have, which is life. Needless to remind you that he will stop at nothing until he has broken you, made you fall to your knees and bow to him, telling him over and over that he is your Deity? There is no doubt that he is deliberately taunting you, testing you, trying you out. He wants to feel to the end that bitter, salty taste of your tears, your strong sense of fear and consternation before him.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Frankly, patience is not his strong suit. He is used to getting everything at once, and if one of his wonderful toys decides to rebel against him, he will simply break it without giving it a chance to be rescued.

However, he didn't do that to you at all. Yes, he was angry with you, he bullied you, he tortured you in all sorts of ways. But he would never want you to end up broken in his claws. He wouldn't want you to completely disappear from his sight, for he treasures all his puppets like no other. You are his favourite, a new, adorable toy, with your own peculiarities and charms. He has not yet played with you the way he has with others, and he would like to study you up and down.

But just as soon as he becomes bored with you, he won't hesitate any longer. You will immediately recede into the background.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

It's hard to say what the demon would do. But he knows one thing for sure — he would be incredibly upset if he lost a doll as beautiful as you. It's like a skilled artisan smashing his finest piece of craftsmanship that he has been working on for a long time.

The number of souls he has enslaved is staggering. But he counts each and every one of them, for every soul gives him incredible power and authority, capable of creating entire Universes.

And if he were to lose you, he would be enraged and frustrated. He would lose his self along with you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

It would be a very amusing spectacle if dark matter, already living for billions of years in the Universe, felt guilty for what it had done. Xenophanes has never felt pity for anything, as pity is the destiny of the weak, i.e. of mortals. Hundreds of thousands of souls were already in his possession and he was not going to stop at that. With every day, with every minute, with every second he gets a few steps closer to his cherished goal. And why would he let you go? No, he doesn't. He will never let you leave his Dead Kingdom, he will never take pity on you. Too cruel and black is his nature.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Perhaps it is his true nature that has given rise to this cruel side of him. He is a barren spirit, incapable of feeling compassion, pity, longing, much less love, for such feelings are simply unnecessary to him. However, his strong desire to enslave the entire human race, to become the true Ruler of this rotten world, makes him experience the basest and nastiest feelings, namely, pride and greed and anger and envy and lust. It is these feelings that guide his behaviour and make him a monster ready to tear and thrash. He is Lucifer, who has encroached on heaven. He is the Dark God of his dark domain, in which he may one day perish forever. But not now.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Human suffering, cries for help and tears were like a delight to his ears. He was used to hearing such things, he was used to being frightening. He was used to scaring people to death and making them tremble as soon as he appeared. He was incredibly turned on by your hot tears, your red eyes, your scarlet face. Your defenceless appearance provoked him to do something indecent to you, something completely wrong, as people would put it. He was ready to feel you completely, to explore every inch, every millimetre of your body. He was ready to rip your clothes off and gut your insides in a single moment, but he didn't do that every time. After all, everything sweet is left for dessert, isn't it?

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

One could say that what sets Xenophanes apart from other yanderes is that he approaches everything with a rather pronounced 'childlike' perception of the world. He behaves like a jealous toddler who has seen a great variety of toys. He can't get enough of souls, possessions, much less you. He wants to get to the bottom of things, to go head to head, and he doesn't care about the consequences. Just because he will get away with his cruel behaviour — no one is capable of killing him. Absolutely no one. He is well aware of this, and therefore he does what he wants to do. He says what he thinks. Acts as he sees fit. He plays dice with you, knowing full well that he will always come out the winner.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

No matter how badly you want to escape, unfortunately, you will never be able to. However, you seem to have figured out (at least found some ways) how you can stop him, if only for a minute.

He was weak before human tears. They aroused him like nothing else, and you were well aware of that. That's why you didn't have to do much of the wriggling, because he did everything for you. He made you weep and squeal and beg for mercy. And seeing how weak and feeble you were before him, his cold eyes gleamed with excitement and lust. For a moment he paused, watching you with fascination. He damn well loved watching people's reactions to his provocations, to his ruthless and bloody actions.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Damn it, is it even worth mentioning that your whole life spent in his dark place has been one solid misery stretching into infinity? Every day, every minute, every second you dreaded the unknown, because you never knew what the demon had in store for you this time. It was fucking Russian roulette with the Devil. The death games had bored you to death, you were so exhausted that you didn't even want to guess what was going to happen this time. The evil spirit taunted you every time it got the chance — as soon as he took possession of your soul, he took possession of your body and mind forever.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He sees in every person a great, magnificent and most delightful toy, a fragile doll with its own history. He is a collector of porcelain dolls, and you are one of his exhibits in his lovely collection.

In a way, yes, he worshipped you. He worshipped you like a puppeteer who was grateful to his puppets for there would be no performance without them. But he was using you to profit from it, namely to gain power, to become stronger.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Life without you would be possible for the evil spirit if you simply didn't exist. Well, as long as you are in his domain, he will be interested in you until he grows bored with you. Time doesn't exist in his world. So he simply doesn't count the minutes — he doesn't think it's necessary.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Isn't it obvious? He is doing absolutely everything he can to taste you, to feel you, to find your most vulnerable and sore spots. And then press your triggers and break you. Break you mentally, so that you lose your sanity and don't know where his illusion, his delusion of the senses, and where the brutal reality is. He wants to break you physically: to examine all your contents, to admire it, like a child who has received a cherished toy. He wants to make you his property, his puppet, whose meaning would lie in eternal service to him.

Your life is an eternal performance. His amusement is your eternal suffering. Yet even eternity itself, strange as it may sound, isn't eternal. Everything will disappear one day. Everything will have to come to an end someday.

#sonic.exe #sonic exe #xenophanes #gender neutral reader #reader #fnf #friday night funkin #creepypasta #yandere #yandere x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #yandere alphabet

[nightmarewritings]

Wrote some Teddy Lobo relationship headcanons! They're all under a cut, but some of them are NOT WORKSAFE, so please don't read any of them (or any of my blog please) if you're a minor.

Teddy Lobo Headcanons

Worksafe-

Teddy’s the type of guy that any time he’s pissed at someone or having a bad time, the very second he turns to you he’s all smiles.

He’s always torn between a reluctance to introduce you to his family and an overwhelming urge to show you off, he wants everyone to know he’s off the market.

Spoils you rotten because he can afford it and he likes feeling important. It’s not a sugar daddy relationship but he’ll sometimes joke around like it is.

His ideal date is dinner at a restaurant that’s in his families pocket (so he gets a sweet discount), and an arcade. Teddy likes to show off, and an arcade is a great place for that, especially one with claw machines and go-carts.

Not a huge horror fan, but he’ll watch it. Prefers more action-packed movies overall.

Teddy isn’t a great cook, he’s more of a fast food kinda guy, but he’ll try anything, especially if you make it. He says he likes spicy food, but his spice tolerance is actually not all that high.

He’s a huge fan of public displays of affection, always has an arm around you, wants you to sit on his lap, anything as long as you’re touching. Unfortunately this also extends to kissing, Teddy wants to have loud make-out sessions in public.

However, he is a bit less likely to hold hands with you in public, though this doesn’t mean he never will, he just doesn’t want any other Lobos to see.

While he’d prefer it to not be an exact match, Teddy just finds it very cute when your outfit matches his in color; like if you’re both wearing red jackets.

Teddy doesn’t mind being the more extroverted one, in fact, he prefers it. He likes to talk and feel like you need him.

Tries very hard to impress you because he wants you to think your boyfriend is just the absolute coolest guy around.

He’s not the best at remembering important dates (he’s too busy to keep track) so his phone is full of reminders, just to make sure he never forgets a birthday, anniversary, or anything else.

Not Worksafe-

Teddy has a massive praise kink but you’ll have to discover it on your own because he’d never tell you. It’s just instantly obvious the very first time you call him something sweet during sex.

He also has a slight daddy kink, call him ‘daddy’ and let him be a little rough with you and he’ll have a blast.

He likes to do a line before sex when he can, but he still does great without it too. He just feels like the cocaine gives him a more intense experience and makes him more energetic.

Very enthusiastic about oral sex, both giving and receiving, though he’s understandably a lot quieter when he’s the one putting his mouth to use.

He’s got a thing for semi-public sex and would love to fuck in his car.

There’s a few tattoos on Teddy that you can only see when he’s naked, and they’re the best ones.

Teddy has a lot of stamina and can easily go for multiple rounds.

While he doesn’t personally own any sex toys, he wouldn’t be opposed to buying some, and he would find the idea of watching you use them to be very hot, even if it would always end the same way: he’d take it away from you once he got too worked up from watching and he’d take its place instead.

Almost completely unstoppable dirty talk. If his mouth isn’t busy, then he’s talking or making other sounds, but he’s never completely silent.

Has a bit of body hair, but most of it’s downstairs.

Teddy likes to cum either inside you or on your face. It’s a claiming thing, he feels more like you’re ‘his’ that way.

It will take a few sessions for him to admit it, but Teddy absolutely wants to cuddle after sex. Just hold him tight, stroke his hair, and tell him he’s the best there’s ever been and he’s happy.

#teddy lobo #tedward lobo #renfield #renfield movie #renfield 2023 #not worksafe #headcanons #lite work #I could NOT get the spacing right on this and it is bugging me so badly

[canned-goose-feathers]

XV.

It’s amazing how quickly the pain and horror fades away when faced with the idea of having to do something silly and embarrassing in front of someone else. He sits inside the Entity, his legs crossed, with Pearl in front of him. Grian's scowl says enough, but he voices his opinion anyway. 

"Pearl, this is ridiculous."

"So you just want to keep telling that to the sentient rock that's possessing you?" Pearl gives him a withering look, "That'll solve everything, won't it?" 

She's right, of course, but the idea of sitting here and thinking about communicating seems absolutely mad. 

But, well, try telling Pearl that. 

"Take a deep breath," Pearl says. 

"Pearl—" 

"Grian."

"I told you already—" 

"You told me that the only times you lose control are when you get hungry," she interrupts, "and I'll guess that you've never tried communicating with it otherwise."

"Well, no."

"Then shut up."

Grian dutifully keeps his mouth shut. She quirks a brow at him and he sighs, closing his eyes. 

"Now imagine a thread," she starts, "what color is it?" 

He cracks an eye open at her, but her glare stops the complaint on the tip of his tongue. He closes his eyes again. "Red," he says after a beat. The deepest red that he can imagine, a dark color that shifts in his mind. 

"Good. Now imagine that thread starts in the center of your chest and extends out, tying you to the Entity, yeah?" He nods. He can see it in his mind's eye, though it seems tattered in places and knotted in others, as if it’s been clumsily tied together. Where it extends towards the Entity, it's consumed in inky blackness, as if his mind can't conjure the Entity. 

"Now pull." 

He takes a deep breath in and holds it, then imagines wrapping the thread around his hand and yanking on it. 

Air rushes out of him like he's been punched and if he hadn’t been sitting he would have collapsed. He feels his mind slide like oil off a wet rock, smooth enough that by the time he notices, he can't pull himself back. 

It feels dream-like, almost as if he’s watching in the third person, but somehow from the first person as well. It’s . . . disorienting, and even harder when he can’t hold onto his thoughts long enough to make any sense of it. His eyes open and he sees Pearl still sitting in front of him, watching curiously. She sways forward as if she’s thinking if reaching for him, but holds herself back. 

Grian's fingers curl around his knees and the feeling of his nails scraping sends electricity through him. He feels foreign interest at the sensation and turns his head to watch his fingers scrape his clothed knee. He tries to stop the motion as his fingers dig in harder and pain ripples up him, but he can only really watch as his knuckles turn white. 

"Grian?" 

His eyes snap up and he's flooded with danger, hurt, stranger. Muscles tense, but his body doesn’t move yet. He’s ready to, though. The sense of fear is choking him. It must show on his face, because Pearl turns her hands palm up. Grian tries to shove the feeling down, tries to project some kind of calm, but he’s so shaken on his own that he’s not sure how much it actually does.

"I won't hurt you. Do you have a name?" 

Grian's head cocks to the side. The wariness is still there and he tries once again to push back safety. 

"No." Grian's voice sounds rough and quiet, muscles not quite working in unison. 

She nods. "He calls you Entity. Can I call you that?" 

"Yes," he says with some hesitance. 

Pearl nods, pleased. "What exactly are you?" 

Grian can feel Entity rumble against the inside of his chest, a mixture of raw emotions moving too fast for Grian to process. After a dizzying few seconds, his lips move again. "Hunger."

"That's what you are, hunger?" 

Grian's head nods. He’s numb and tired in his own head. The Entity is cloying, smoke from a fire weighing him down and draining the energy from his will until he is lax and lethargic. It’s an effort just to listen to the conversation, but he pushes himself. 

"Why Grian?" 

"Safe," Entity says, almost purring in Grian's voice, "Mine."

"He doesn't understand. You need to speak with him."

"No." The instant response seems to rattle Pearl. The naturality to Grian's posture slides away in twitches and starts, as does Grian’s tenuous control. 

"Why not?" 

There's a curl to his lip as he says "He would starve us."

Pearl's brow scrunched together. "That doesn't sound like him. Why would he starve you?" 

"He thinks it gives him control," Entity says, nails digging hard again into its knees, knuckles turning white. "He thinks we will be weak."

Sweat begins to bead on Pearl's forehead. She wipes it away. "Then speak with him, you're clearly intelligent enough. Speak with him and help him understand."

Entity's eyes narrow at her, bloodshot and moving far too quickly. It's then that Pearl notices the heat building in the room, the way the floor shifts under her. It's then that she recognizes the hungry gaze that's never crossed Grian's face. That shouldn’t.

"There are other ways," Entity says. 

A malformed hand grabs onto Pearl's arm, then another onto her jacket. She flinches and turns, but the hands yank and pull her down, one covering her mouth. The Entity watches her struggle with the same, unmoving hungry gaze as the red meat of the room pulls her down. Her muffled shriek suddenly goes silent.

Entity licks a red stain of blood from its teeth and smiles.

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[evita-shelby]

Of Gods and Witches

Chapter 20

Cw: terminal illness, death, acts of war

Gif by @mattoidmeerkat

Taglist @thegreatdragonfruta @v3d3rl1cht @urgonnaneedabiggership

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Eva asks the queen after she was moved to a hospital in Mount Bashenga. Shuri wasn’t here, staying up all night trying to figure out how to make the plant at her laboratory further into the mountain.

“We are prepared for such things.” Ramonda says underestimating her enemy.

No one had faced one like her husband and his people. How can you go against someone who could hypnotize your guards into opening every door for them?

“No, you aren’t. Wakanda will suffer if you do not let me handle this.” Eva begins. “My husband has prepared his people for battle since he became king four hundred years ago.”

The only way to get him to stop is if she summons him and calms him down. If anyone could get Namor to stand down, it was her.

“Wakanda would not survive this.” Eva, knowing fully well how easy it was to exploit the weaknesses the first time, has seen this place flooded out of existence.

Namor does not seek to conquer, he seeks to destroy.

“You do not know that.” The queen says ordering for security to be tightened around her and the women of the Dora Milaje assigned to her nod in understanding.

“I know him.” The witch cautioned. “He won’t stop until you’re dead and your city destroyed. What you did was an act of war, he will respond as such. Please, listen to me, let me go to you and stop him from ruining your country.”

But the queen is deaf to her pleas and leaves the hospital room to find her death waiting for her in the throne room.

“How could you stop him, you are too weak to be moved. I have seen this illness before, your injury won’t heal and the heart shaped herb refuses to return.

If you leave your bed, you will die.” There is a note of pain in her words. No one was sure how T’challa died so quickly of his illness, now Eva knew why.

An injury.

“The Herb can resurrect the dead.” Eva reminds her and the woman shook her head.

“She couldn’t make the herb then and she can’t make it now. What makes you think my daughter will succeed?” Ramonda asked already braced for failure as she left.

“Because I’ve seen it. She will learn to reconcile magic with science and Shuri will make the Flowers bloom again.”

No matter what she does the witch cannot tap onto the bond she has with her husband.

The medication numbs her to it, trapped inside her body like an ordinary woman.

“Ch’ah!” She calls out to him, tries everything ---not involving sexual acts as there are people here--- to get him to see she is alive. “Ch’ah!”

But he is deaf to her pleas for him to stop as he flies to the glass palace.

He is consumed by his grief, his rage and thinking he has lost her again.

A queen for a queen.

He means to kill Ramonda, that is his objective. To bring Shuri to her knees thinking she was in on it.

“You have to let me speak to him, I can make him stop!” Eva shouts at the doctors and the guards in here with her.

“It would be too dangerous, you cannot be moved.” The head doctor shook her head and considered other options only to find it was all too late.

The palace groans and begins to collapse from the hydro bombs and yet only one person was killed in the act.

Eva can see in her mind’s eye as Shuri and the warriors Nakia and Okoye try to resuscitate her dead mother.

“You did this!” Namor shouts, still thinking he had a just cause. “I came with only a few warriors. “Bury your dead, mourn your losses. In one week’s time, I will return with my entire army.

May your next ruler be wiser and not betray Talocan again.”

“A queen for a queen.” Eva gasps in horror as she watched the wrath of her king bring Wakanda to it’s knees.

“And you will either join us against the surface world, or we will wash Wakanda from the face of the planet.” The God King of Talokan pronounced and Eva knew why he was going so far as to make such warning.

If he remains unaware of her being alive, he won’t yield when he fights Shuri.

He intends to die.

This line 'May your next ruler be wiser and not betray Talocan again' was ommitted and you can find it on the official script.

Sorry for taking so long i wrote myself into a corner and then took forever to write myself out of it.

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[onceuponastory]

nowhere to run - steve kemp x reader

Plot: After Y/N sees something she wasn’t supposed to, Steve makes sure she knows there’s no way out. Pairing: Steve Kemp x Female!Reader Warnings: 18+ PLEASE! Graphic descriptions of blood, gore, violence and body parts/corpses. Mentions of death/serial killers/murder, and cannibalism. Also mentions of nausea and vomiting. Basically, everything Steve does to people in Fresh is a warning. And of course, Steve Kemp, because he’s a warning all on his own. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: This is for @whumptober day 2, aptly named: Nowhere to Run. Also, this is loosely based on the song Veronica, Open the Door from the Heathers musical. Thanks again to @staticscreenwriting for my dividers!

Locking the bathroom door behind her, Y/N feels her stomach twisting as bile rises up her throat. Thankfully, she makes it to the toilet in time, and empties her stomach into it. Her hands grip the sides of the toilet, holding on so tightly her knuckles turn as white as the porcelain. Oh god. Oh god, what is she going to do?

A knock suddenly sounds at the door. “Y/N, are you alright?” Steve calls. When there’s no reply, he knocks once more. “Come on sweetheart, just let me in.” Y/N squeezes her eyes shut tight to try to shut out Steve’s voice. Her body shakes in fear, and silent tears stream down her cheeks as she tries desperately to hold in her cries and stay quiet. 

“Just stay still and quiet. Just stay still and quiet. He can’t hurt you if you’re in here. Just. Stay. Quiet.” She repeats to herself, hoping it calms her down. Although she knows it’s impossible by this point. And to think things were so different only a few minutes ago. All Y/N had done was innocently go to grab a bottle of water from her boyfriend Steve’s fridge. However, little did she know she would find herself in a nightmarish situation. Actually, this is far worse than a nightmare. As she reached inside, her hand brushed against something soft and squishy. When she looked up, she was confronted with the sight of a human leg. At first, she was stunned into silence, and hoped that if she just shut her eyes and wished for long enough, the leg would disappear. Because after all, who expects to see a human leg in their boyfriend’s fridge? It was probably just her overactive imagination. Or at least, that’s what she hoped it was. However, when she opened her eyes again, to her horror, the leg was still there. Then, her eyes darted across the rest of the contents of the fridge. Horrifyingly, the leg wasn’t the only gory thing there. There was an arm with its hand attached. Another leg, presumably to match the one Y/N discovered. Other bags and containers with indiscernible things inside. But judging by the other contents of Steve’s fridge, she has an idea of what they are. And then, Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs and ran as fast and as far away as she could. 

Now, here she is. Hiding in her boyfriend’s bathroom, terrified that she’s going to be his next victim. After all, it’s his fridge. He must’ve known there’s body parts in there, which means he put them there, too. And now, she’s a witness. God knows what he’ll do to her now. Just thinking about it is enough to make her stomach churn again, and another wave of nausea hits Y/N once more. 

“Y/N. There’s no point pretending that you’re not in there. You can stop hiding now.” Steve calls through the door. His tone sounds as if he’s punishing a child for hiding from their parents, and not because someone found out that he had dismembered limbs in his fridge. “Darling. It’s okay. I promise.” Hi’s voice sounds again, his voice now softer and sweeter. In an instant, he’s back to the same kind and caring person she thought he was. She tries to ignore how it feels to hear Steve calling her darling, and how much she’d love to feel his lips on hers again.

“It’s just an act. He’s lying to you. He has been this whole time.” She tells herself. Staying strong, Y/N doesn’t respond to him, hoping he gets the hint soon and walks away. That plan works, until he says:

“It’s really not that big a deal, you know.” 

“Steve! You have body parts in your fucking fridge! How is that not a big deal?!” she exclaims. “What the fuck?!” Steve sighs defeatedly.

“Well, I did tell you not to go into the fridge, but you disobeyed me. I mean, I hate to say I told you so, but it’s not my fault you looked, or that you didn’t like what you saw.” After hearing that, her anger grows. He’s seriously trying to blame her for this when he’s the one with body parts in his fridge.

“I wanted a bottle of fucking water Steve, how the hell is that my fault?! And what do you mean it’s my fault that I ‘didn’t like what I saw’? How else was I supposed to react? What do you want me to say? ‘Sorry I expected normal shit in your fridge and not a fucking leg’?” She shouts through the door. Steve tuts.

“Can you calm down, please? You’re really being quite hysterical.” Y/N’s mouth drops open, and she starts crying again. She never thought he was like this, so dangerous and callous. “Y/N. Calm down.” He repeats, which does little to quell her alarm. 

“Steve, stay the fuck away from me.” She orders. “I’m not going anywhere with you ever again. You’re a fucking-”

“For god’s sake! Just shut up for five fucking minutes so I can explain!” He shouts suddenly, his soft persona completely gone. The change makes her yelp in fear, and the tears stop soon after. Steve sighs. “I was going to tell you eventually, you know....sort of.” He laughs. Y/N decides not to ask him what the ‘sort of’ means. She has a few guesses, though. “But if you must know, I sell people’s meat and personal effects on the black market. Specifically, women. It gets me a lot of money. You know, you really should be more grateful. I mean, how else do you think I could afford all your gifts and presents?” 

Y/N glances down at her wrist and at the bracelet dangling from it. When she was presented with the Tiffany box on her last birthday, she was so surprised and grateful, slipping it on her wrist right away. All she wanted was to show both it and Steve off to everyone she ever knew, and show them all how lucky she was to finally find a good boyfriend who bought her expensive gifts like this. And now, she’s terrified to even be in the same room as him. She stares at the bracelet, watching as it glints in the light. How much pain and suffering had to happen for her to get this? Disgusted, she rips the bracelet off and throws it across the room, hearing it clatter against the floor.

“Steve.” She begins, taking a wary breath. “...Do you eat them, too?” She asks. She knows it’s a stupid question. Why else would he sell human body parts and have so many of them in his fridge? Steve laughs coldly. 

“What do you think? Of course I do.” Fear courses through her veins at hearing his nonchalant attitude towards this. How could he be so calm about this? What happened to the sweet man she fell in love with? But then again, he probably never existed at all. It was just a ruse to draw her in, and she fell hook, line, and sinker for it. Her entire dating history with Steve, and everything she knew was just a lie. And now she’s about to be murdered.

“A...Are you going to eat me, too?” She asks.

“...Maybe.” He replies, and she lets out a whimper. “I was at first, but now I’ve spent more time with you and bought you gifts...I’m not so sure anymore. If you behave, I might keep you alive.” Her ears perk up at that. If she behaves? Maybe, she’s got a chance to get out of here.

“If I behave? What do you mean?”

“Well, first sweetheart, you have to open the door.” Her eyes glance to the doorknob, and she lifts her hand for a moment. 

“Just do it.” A little voice sounds. “For freedom.” But then a question enters her mind, and she stops. “Are there women here, Steve? People you’re going to eat?” Steve huffs.

“Does it matter? Just open the door.” 

“Just tell me the truth. Are there women here, Steve?” Even though she already knows what his answer is. 

“Yes. They’re downstairs, actually. I have a special place for them.” She can just picture the look on his face as he says that. Her hand drops. “But I keep them safe and well fed. I don’t mistreat them. Unless they act up, that is.” Involuntarily, she rolls her eyes. Ah yes, at least he feeds them. Because that’s what she was so worried about, not the fact that he eats human flesh and is a fucking murderer. “If you’d like, you can meet some of them.” 

“No thanks. I’d rather stay here.”

“You sure? I really think you should come and meet them. Depending how things go...you might be joining them.” Her blood runs cold. Her anger from before fades, replaced by more fear. She starts hyperventilating, and her body shakes again as more tears fall.

“Steve...” She whimpers. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I swear!” She begs through tears. In response, Steve just sighs.

“You know I can’t do that.” He knocks again. “Now. Come on. Open the door, please.” He orders. “You can still choose me, you know. We can talk this out and decide what will happen.” He tells her, his voice firmer. Something tells her that Steve will be the one deciding her fate, rather than her.

“No. I want nothing to do with this.”

“You sure? If you stay with me, I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You wouldn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to.” Steve encourages. “Think about it. No more money issues. Fancy cars, nice clothes, everything you’ve ever deserved.” Images flash through her mind as his words soak into her. Images of shopping sprees, of all her wishes coming true, and of her and Steve, together forever. “Just open the door, Y/N.” As if pulled by an imaginary force, Y/N’s hand lifts once more. But as it brushes against the doorknob, more images flash through her mind. Ones of blood, and violence…and all the body parts in Steve’s fridge. Violence that she’ll be complicit in if she joins him.

“No.” Her words come out mumbled at first, so Steve says,

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“No.” she repeats. “I’m not joining you, I-I’m not being complicit in this.” Steve is silent once more, and Y/N’s blood runs cold as she wonders what he’s going to say and do to her.

“Well, if you want to choose never seeing the sunlight again, then so be it.” He sighs. Y/N panics again. Oh god she was right. She’s going to die. The doorknob jiggles as Steve tries to open the door, and she silently praises herself for actually remembering to lock it. At least she won’t die right away. The praise is short-lived, however, as soon Steve slams his hand against the door in frustration, letting out an angry curse as he does so, the sound making her jump. “Fine. You want to stay in there? Be my fucking guest.” He hisses. “But you’ll need to come out soon, and I’ll be right here when you do. Either you come out willingly, or I’ll make you. Mark my words. There’s nowhere else to run, Y/N.” He warns. Pressing her ear to the door, she hears footsteps retreating. 

After the footsteps stop, Y/N breathes out a sigh of relief before her legs give way, and she crumples to the floor, sobbing. 

After a while, Y/N opens her eyes, squinting at the bright lights in the room. She must’ve fallen asleep. For a moment, she wonders where she is, hoping she’s at home and in her bed. However, as she wakes up more, groaning as she moves to sit up, she realises she’s still in Steve’s bathroom. The horrible situation and the fear dawns on her once again. She pulls herself up, her legs half asleep. She doesn’t even know what time it is. Her phone is still in the living room, and no doubt Steve’s already using it to tell her friends not to worry about her, and that she just needs to disappear for a while. Y/N glances around the room, trying to see if there’s a window or something she could sneak out of before Steve realises.  

But unfortunately, there’s no window in the room, and nothing for her to use as a weapon either. “Fuck.” She hisses. For a moment, she almost laughs. Because of course, there’s no fucking window. Of course life couldn’t just let her have this one fucking thing, this one smidgen of hope. She’s probably going to die because there isn’t a window in this room. This definitely isn’t how she thought her death would go, or what her last thoughts would be. She leans against the wall, sighing. Her best hope is probably unlocking the door and trying to run, but no doubt Steve’s sitting outside the door to grab her as soon as she tries to leave, just as he promised.

Speaking of the devil, Steve’s voice soon returns to the door. “Yoo hoo! Y/N! Open up!” He calls. Her heart drops as the knocking resumes once more. 

“Just go away Steve. Please just go away.” she begs silently, hoping that someone, somewhere in the universe hears her and puts an end to this. Even though deep down, she knows it’s already too late for her. 

“Oh, you don’t wanna answer this time? Well, I told you. Either you come out yourself...or I have to drag you out. Guess you chose the second option.” To Y/N’s horror, the sound of the banging is replaced with an even louder banging. The door shakes and buckles as the banging echoes through the room. The sound reverberates through her entire body, and it scares the shit out of her. “I warned you Y/N!” Steve calls. “It’s nobody’s fault but your own!” Y/N gasps. He’s trying to break the door down with what sounds like a fucking baseball bat. And by the sound of it, he’s getting close. Hurriedly, she backs away from the door, moving away just in time before part of the door smashes into pieces, causing her to scream. Steve’s head pokes through the gap, and he grins when he sees her. “There you are.”

“Steve, w-wait please...” she begs, but he shakes his head. His arm reaches through the gap, and he unlocks the door, stepping inside. 

“Now...let me introduce you to the others.” 

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[asoulofatlantis]

So guys I am back yet again, after almost 3 weeks of a Horror that still doesn't seem to end. First I had a mild stomach flue and since it was (relatively) mild, I decided to go to work, since... you know I work had for the money. After taking multiple warning that I should not take the symptoms so lightly, I felt like I've finally recovered but for some reason I was still feeling weak. Just a few days after seemingly recovering from the stomach-flue, my immune system decided to kick me for what I did and for the first time in many, many years (this was a normal ocurrecence back when I was a sickly child tho) I had the flu. Like the actual 6 days of dangerously high fever - kind of flue. It took an unhealthy cocktail of pain medicine to even get the fever down a bit. On day 7 the fever was FINALLY gone and I though my body would gain back strength and the ability to eat. (I was not having hunger nor did anything taste good, so whatever I had been eating was me trying to force some energy source into my immensly weakened body) BUT I did not. I was feelings worse, even with the fever gone. So the doctor found out that the flu had weakened my immune system even further, so on top off still recovering from the flue I had bronchitis and Sinusitis. Giving him no choice but to pump a bunch a medicine inside me, including some antibiotics. And after 3 days of Antibiotics I am still not feeling very well. I still have to take painkiller against the Sinusitis, while my stomach start to revolt against all the medicine, by making me feel nauseous (AGAIN) and I am also still couching slime. So... not sure how long it takes for the Antibiotiks to kick in, but I feel like if they don't, the doctor will see me yet again on Friday, while my work place won't see me again next week - which isn't such a bad thing, since I found out just the day when I broke down with the fever, that my colleagues told my boss I am a lazy bitch who never ever does anything anyway. So.... no one is gonna miss me around there anyway.

All that aside... I had a lot of brain fog fopr the past weeks but I think I am not capable of FINALLY going back to Squall and FF8, so that I can rush to finish this game soon. So... lets go!

Can someone please tell me why I was so stupid to think it was a good idea to stop playing right at the beginning of the Galbadia-Garden-Attack? I have no idea were to go XD

I know this was basically the last chance for the Ring exchange, but neither of them know that. So... the timing is really weird. Especially since, Zell was supposed to be tired because he worked on remaking that ring for Rinoa, but what did he do all night, if he didn't even have the original ring as a reference? Its all a bit weird, if you ask me, even if I get that it was supposed to be a secret from Squall.

THIS GIRL IS GOING ON MY NERVES! She constantly gets herself in trouble and for some reason, only Squall can save her, as if he has nothing better to do as the leader of the garden then to babysit that spoiled so called princess. ARG!

Personal preferences aside... I think it speaks for Squall that he didn't let anyone else die, just because "his" Rinoa was in danger. He IS the Leader. He can not afford to play favorites in a situation like this.

This is so unreasonable, its making me angry. "Hey Squall, we might be going to die soon under your leadership, but your biggest priority should be saving Rinoa right now, because this is a lovestory!" is basically what they are saying and I can not even put into words how stupid that is!

This minigame is so freaking stupid!

XD I mean, its nice that she managed to hold on for so long because she wanted to gave him back the ring an all... but it was not nice of Zell to just give the ring to her without Squalls permission, especially after promising to not lose it or anything like this.

They are his best and only friends and sometimes as a friend, you have to do what's best for them, even if they do not agree with you. And I think it is good that Raijin and Fujin understand that. They could have just followed Seifer blindly like they did so far, but they do understand that that is not the way to save him.

For some reason my mods don't work anymore. That is really bad timing...

I did not take Rinoa with me and it makes no sense at all that the other would let her come running alone when they don't know if we might be in the middle of the fight with Edea. And I mean, we already confirmed multiple times that Rino is stupid enough to try come running to Squalls side for no apparent reason but shippiness, but the other are not stupid enough to let her.

The problem here is that the game had to handle the situation in case you do not bring her along and they couldn't come up with anything better than her just randomly finding us in this room before the fight with Edea.

I can kind of understand him. He just couldn't fight his own wife. But he still should have done this whole thing a bit differently.

In the fight against the Galbadia Garden, when Squall thought Rinoa was lost, he was merely thinking a sad "Rinoa..." and now all of a sudden she is all he can think about, even tho when he previously mentioned everyone trying to get them together he did not sound that enthusiastic or interested at all. And I do get that some people only know what they had or could have had after they lost it and Squall certainly is the type for it. But the whole buildup for this ship until now was really, really bad to begin with.

They did? When? Just a short while ago in Fishermans Horizont you just had another argument.

I forgot that I still have to deal with Lagunas part of the story...

This scene is only in here to see Laguna with a Gunblade because apparently its important to see Laguna using the same weapon his son does ^^'

It is a bit more complicated than that. But I understand why Ellone feels like its her fault.

We are traveling into the unknown with a comatose friend and a witch that could be controlled by some evil being at any given time... what exactly makes you feel like this is a picnic?

#ff8 mona version

[eldritch-spouse]

What are the exact duties of an Administrator, besides being a doll for possessions? Because most job that Admin should’ve do is done by Patches and Ludwig

And why exactly us? Why can’t Krulu just use human slaves? Aren’t possessions bad for physical and mental health, as horror movies told us?

Your job as Administrator.

As the name spells it out, the Administrator administrates the state of The Clergy. While Krulu is busy, your job to make sure things are still functioning in tip top shape around the establishment. This implies a number of things, some more boring, others more entertaining.

Everyday, you are to regularly make rounds through every single floor inside the Clergy. This can be different levels of strenuous depending on how many floors the establishment has manifested said day, but don't worry- With Krulu's power, it's not like you're going to collapse of exhaustion. After all, you have a job to do... During these rounds, you'll:

Catalog any material inconsistencies you find, such as The Clergy failing to form a wall correctly or things clipping out of place- Taking reports of general stability;

Wait or approach employees directly about their stock (the ones that need it anyway);

Report physical altercations, note that this doesn't mean you have to or even should stop them, just get a fairly accurate description of the event;

You should always keep a good eye on the amount of bobbles (living toys) in most floors. There must always be a select number of them free-roaming around each floor to both entertain (in various ways) and encourage clients to waste more money. If there's too many, disperse them to other floors, if too little overall then bother Patches about it. Because of this, you almost always have a small group of the little things trailing after you and waiting for orders;

Above all, your long-term goal is to keep the staff team cohesive- Which is not easy. You're dealing with very strong personalities here, you must not only bond with them (however you please) but make sure they tolerate each other well enough to keep the place functional. Essentially, you're babysitting these manchildren;

Another important facet of your position is functioning as Krulu's errand human. He's almost always dwelling in the lower floors inside The Clergy, and while he could simply summon things to his side, Krulu enjoys making you work. He likes seeing every piece of his creation come together and function perfectly. Sometimes he'll ask you to move things in and out of his floor, other times he simply wants answers to questions;

As Administrator, you are also the face of the establishment. Only the staff team has seen Krulu, from time to time, clients almost never get a glimpse of him- And for good reason. This means that someone must speak for him, and as his vessel, that's where you come in. There's an irony to this. You're like a mascot to The Clergy, the very thing they torture is seemingly in charge of everything! You speak for Krulu, and other times he speaks directly through your body;

I could add a lot more to this list, but you're getting the gist...

Patches and Ludwig

Patches, while adept at certain management skills, is not performing most of your work. In fact, he's a vastly immobile unit that is in charge of production rather than supervision. Yes, he makes sure things are in order inside The Clergy, just in a different, more specific way than you do. Plus, if you are unavailable to work, for whatever reason, it's his job to replace you- Because aside from you, Patches is the one Krulu trusts the most.

I don't know where you got the idea that Ludwig plays an active part in this, perhaps I've worded things wrong. He was a key part in getting Krulu out of his prison, getting you two to pair, and aiding in the construction of The Clergy. yes. However, he hates working. He does part-time gigs at The Clergy's Eye, nothing more. Apart from having a fairly good relationship with you, Ludwig is nowhere near remotely as important to the structure nor is he qualified to ever do the things Admin does.

Why not human slaves?

Think for a second. Does it sound like Krulu would ever trust a random human with his establishment? Does it make sense that a person scared out of their mind and exuding vulnerability would be good at such a job? Krulu would have to be a lot more active and puppeteer said human 24/7, he has better things to do. Besides, humans generally don't last long enough in The Clergy, the moment they flow in, they're already being distributed to different monsters inside and primarily the staff. It just doesn't make any sense.

Why you?

Because Krulu trusts you the most. Because you've sworn yourself to him. His will is law and you enforce it with pleasure. Because you embody him, you represent him, you are connected by flesh and soul. Of course you'd accept this role, it's an honor.

The possession aspect

I feel like this warrants its own ask, because the level of information I have on this part of your relationship with Krulu is fucking humongous. Allow me to summarize.

In a time where highers still interacted with lessers, possessions were actually something symbolic of harmony, a display of magnificent unity between creator (and other casts) and created. People wanted to be possessed because it meant one was special, and if done carefully, no harm would come to the human in question.

It is only when interlevel interaction gets universally banned that possessions start becoming troublesome. Highers didn't want to leave their lessers behind, naturally- And some were forced to leave the bodies of their lessers, leaving biological destruction in their wake. Possessions became taboo, a hush hush sort of deal that never ended well because it was illegal.

The first few months of your bonding with Krulu were rough on your health, physical and mental, for a variety of reasons:

The lessers of this day and age are not prepared to welcome highers anymore;

Krulu is rusty at it after having spent an eternity in a stimulus-devoid prison;

He's old and magnificent in sheer quantity, any poor human would struggle to accommodate.

With a lot of patience, effort and dedication, the biological side of things stabilizes and the two of you are able to create an operational mutuality.

The mental side... Well, you can't expect to come out unblemished when sharing a headspace with an unhinged god, can you?

#general TCE #LORE MMMMM

[intotheforestworld]

fool’s errand

by JT

Newly 15. That was me.

Lonely. That was me.

Starved and hungry. That was me.

These memories feel like ghosts to me. Their lives written in a forgotten history book discarded in an abandoned school somewhere.

To look back, I have to get out my film and projector. Set up the sheet and cover my eyes to hit play.

As I force myself to watch the candor in that dark TV room, I sit in fear.

I sit shaking.

Wondering

Wondering if everyone has someone that haunts them the way you glide through my brain in my obsolete hours.

In the hours where I forget what sunlight looks like.

In the hours where my night becomes purple black.

Wondering what horrors will play as the film counts down

3

2

1

A Christmas party lights up the screen

My hair is curled and pinned back

I am wearing blue

My wide eyed gaze is coated in mascara

I sit by a Christmas tree with a girl named Candy

The string lights glittering in our eyes

As we giggle about boys and toys

I get a call from you, my fool’s errand.

Tell me, was it planned all along?

Did you know every step you would take?

Did you want to be a thief or was that part impulsive?

Was it hard to put on that oh-so realistic mask everyday?

Were your lines memorized?

How many hours of rehearsing did it take you?

When did you know you had succeeded?

Were you okay with being my coach and elder because you could dish out my secrets and wash your body after?

And why did I ignore the stench?

Why did I believe all your calculated lies?

Why did I keep my mouth shut the first time I saw the flash of a camera?

On my knees —

The second time?

Why did my mouth say yes despite my mind, body, and soul shrieking no?

How could I look at anything blue after you?

How does your mint taste still not poison me to this day?

Why did I ignore my own sobs to stop?

Years later, I looked under that bridge in the first tunnel on Woodland Way.

Have you been there since?

Did you dare walk there?

Was it just like a blood ocean?

Hot, overwhelming, and drenching

Or is that just me?

Out of my fool’s errands, you are my most regrettable.

Why?

Because I was the perfect jester.

Perfect for your methodical, criminal plans

Small

Bright eyed

Bushy tailed

Tongue tied

My girlhood still unscathed

Just lonely enough

Next time, could you please leave the fresh fifteen year old alone?

Could you shoot the gun rather than making me believe I had a choice?

Or could you tell me that the gun was locked, loaded, and on a timer the whole time?

Could you teach me the game before making me play a savant?

Next time

Next time

Next time

Because of you I know how to play a grandmaster

I know exactly what to do if I find myself in a blood rainstorm

I know how to handle a man who leaves

I know how to spin the tables

I know how to plot my revenge when all my skeletons are poured out to filthy swines

I know how to build ice cold fortresses around my heart

And I know who to trust with my body — myself.

But I don’t know what to do with all this regret

This torment

I don’t know how to thieve everything back from you

The film flips faster

Me in cleats

You, the confidant

Me skipping in a blue jumper

Your footsteps behind me

Me in sneakers

You in a car

My curls

Your glare

Your water

My lack of memory

My bloody underwear

You unharmed

Me surrounded by you and your ferocious pack — ready to tear open the girl in blue and see just what was inside.

I can tell you what you would have seen—

the color blue

a pink bedroom

a piggy bank

sister hugs

laughter

butterfly stickers

schoolgirl notebooks

Our Fathers

And

an intact cherry

Me running

Your cackle

My excitement

Your scheming

My midnight smile

Your charisma stain

My confusion

Your charm

My questions

Your poison

My heart

Your knife

Would you like to know what you would find if you could get your claws on me today?

the color red

a baron room

a smirk

a vendetta

Hail Marys

winter freeze

suspicion

fuck yous

disdain for my fool’s errand

As the film begins to slow, the final scenes conclude with only me.

No more fifteen year old skipping, chatting, and giggling.

My nectar snatched.

With the realization that I was played and betrayed.

Marooned in my bed

Breathing in a salt soaked pillowcase.

The film reel clicks and I am left in my purple black mind.

Dust on my darkened hair

Not with any tears

Not with sadness

But with something much more vast — emptiness.

My fool’s errand frozen for only me to morn

I sit there in repentance

No longer hungry

No longer lonely

Newly 22.

#poetry #depressing poem #poem #poems and quotes #art #writing

[magic-hcs]

"Have a good timezone" yes Imma steal that, tank you

If they end up in a haunted house and neither of them could teleport, what do they do?

Sure! Use it to your heart’s content!

I’m going to assume you only want the Sans versions since those are the only ones who can teleport. If you also want the Papyrus versions please let me know!

Sky: US Sans

Red: UF Sans

Razzle: SF Sans

Bear: HT Sans

If you like what you read, please consider dropping a comment.

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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Sans: Sans is getting more and more paranoid by the second. He doesn’t like this at all. Like, just imagine Luigi in Luigi’s haunted mansion; he’s acting exactly like that. Sans tries to write off all the creaking and groans and movements with very logical explanations.

This tactic of his helped a lot in the start, but the longer he stays in the house the less convinced he’ll be. He wants to leave this place so bad dammit, just let him go.

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Bear: Bear doesn’t teleport anymore anyways because it hurts and brings more danger then it’s worth so he’s not really handicapped compared to the other boys. He doesn’t like to be sneaked up on, he’s already quite paranoid as is. So he doesn’t need any more of that on his plate. My boy will just make his own exit by ramming his body through the old walls of the house like a bull if he doesn’t wanna be there for a second longer. Just locking him inside won’t cut it. The haunted house would need fortified walls.

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Red: Red at first acts confident, thinking someone was just playing a prank on him - no he’s not sweating, you’re imagining things.

As time drags on and Red is getting more paranoid by all the noise and movement. He got his magic crackling in the air, ready to pounce at any moment’s notice like a predator. Or like a cornered animal.

It is until Red is so done with it all, that anger has pushed fear and paranoia to the side. He’s shooting with gaster blasters, he’s plunging bone attacks and so much more at his surroundings. He’s going to make his way out violently. He tried playing nice, now it was time for a not so nice approach.

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Sky: Sky likes watching horror movies. He does not like this at all however. Yet somehow he’s the most calm out of all these lads. He’s making landmarks and a map in his mind, slowly navigating the place for an exit. Sky tries to ignore all the creaks and groans, he tries to avoid looking at the eerie paintings for too long, and attempts to pay just enough attention to the movements within the corners of his vision.

If any of the boys are capable of finding the exit without improvising or violence, it’s him.

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Razzle: Good luck trying to get him in there in the first place! Razzle doesn’t enter any abandoned buildings, especially haunted ones. He doesn’t care if you call him a chicken, he knows very well it’s called an abandoned haunted house for a reason. And he is not in the mood to poke a potential bear - or worse - with a stick. Razzl got better things to do, thank you very much.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction!

#magical prompts #undertale #undertale hc #sans #swapfell #underfell #horrortale #underswap #undertale sans #underswap sans #swapfell sans #underfell sans #horrortale sans #ht sans #uf sans #sf sans #us sans #razzle #bear #red #sky

[kimmimaru]

Ok, so I love horror. I'm obsessed with it. I honestly don't know why I don't actually write much of it though, I think its because I don't think I'm very good at it lol. One of my fave authors is Stephen King, the man is a genius but he churns out books so fast I can't keep up and only have so much shelf space, sadly lol. Has anyone else read Doctor Sleep? That shit was brilliant, my fave is IT but Doctor Sleep is defo a close second. Very long, nonsensical ramble under the cut about Hojo, Vincent and Lucrecia:

But anyways, I'm doing a couple of little horror fics for Halloween, they're doing alright I suppose. Not particularly ground breaking or anything but they're ok. The fics are, of course, FF7 fics and both revolve somewhat around Hojo. I don't know, I find him one of the scariest characters. He's terrifying, especially in the OG. Not exactly sure what it is about him specifically that scares me more than other characters, because like, Sephiroth is the main 'bad guy' in the story but Hojo's just creepy. Like if I met someone like him irl he would be giving off all the red flags. You know there's just some people who just give you the creeps, even if they're a total stranger? Like every cell in your body is just telling you RED ALERT? That's Hojo for me lol. Maybe its because Sephiroth's motivations are somewhat understandable, he loses his mind because he finds out he's not human and his entire life probably wasn't good. I can understand that, I too sometimes look at all the horrific shit humanity has done and wonder if its even worth keeping us around you know? But Hojo, at least as far as I'm aware, isn't really given any other motivations other than 'because I can' or 'I want to see what happens' and to me that's creepy. Not to mention that in the OG he does kind of try to make Aerith...do stuff...with Red 13...which uh...no. No absolutely not. Lol. Also...why the fuck is he considered so attractive in the OG? He doesn't just manage to lure Lucrecia away from Vincent 'my ass looks great in leather' (just trust me and pause AC at the moment Vincent crouches before jumping into the air to attack Bahamut SIN and try and tell me it doesn't lol) Valentine but also somehow manages to attract a whole gaggle of bikini-clad women on the beach in Costa Del Sol. HOW?? Ok, so I can sort of see how Lucrecia could have agreed to carry Hojo's baby, its probably because she's a scientist too and was also interested in the results or whatever...but still, lady...please wtf were you thinking? At least the beach-goers have the excuse of not knowing Hojo, Lucrecia does not have that lol. How can she spend god knows how long around Hojo and not think; this man is a creep? Honestly I would kind of be interested in seeing something about how all that happened, was he acting different around her? Was she just blinded by the curiosity of the experiment? Was it simply due to the fact that he was the only other man in the mansion when she freaked out about Vincent and her history with his father?

I think maybe that's why I don't write anything much about Lucrecia, I just can't get into her head. I don't understand her at all. To me, not a lot of her choices make any sense. Her actions feel weird and illogical and I'm not sure if its just me being autistic about it, or if I'm missing something in the story or what. But going from 'I love Vincent Valentine' to 'oh no I feel guilty because of Vincent's father's death therefore I must dump him and go with Mr Creeps over here'. Because that's not going to make him feel a billion times worse than just...I don't know, explaining why you're worried and talking shit out? And then sticking the monster that actively killed his father INSIDE him. Its fucking weird. (and then you have Vincent's own weird ass guilt, its non-sensical to blame himself for HER decisions. The whole story is just a giant shit show lol). Does this make any sense? I don't know. I had some Thoughts and needed to write them down. Ugh.