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cherubfae · 3 months

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love letters || hazbin x reader

with Alastor, Lucifer, Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, Husk, & Vox!

You think you're being sooo sneaky leaving all these sweet love letters for your favorite guy. You're not. They 100% know but if they'll do anything about it is another question entirely.

tags: gn!reader! but implied male/masc reader for Angel ofc :3 mostly fluff!! mildly suggestive in Luci's & Vox's, slight angst for Angel, mention of alcohol consumption in Husk's! Alastor being his usual self lmao

Alastor

You must think you are quite the clever little thing, leaving such sweet notes around for anyone to find. Little letters you think he doesn't know come from you. His shadows haunt every crevice aware of all that goes on within the hotel's interior, and especially those that dwell within his radio tower. It is amusing watching you slither into his abode to leave yet another sweetly decorated note on his control panel while Alastor lurks within the darker corners of his tower. Scarlet eyes soaking you in like a lion hunting a gazelle.

Then, like smoke, you slip out the hatch and down the ladder towards the hotel as quickly as death. Trying to seem casual, whistling an off-key tune.

Curious, he grins. What a curious creature you are, hmm? He picks the letter up, his red claw caressing the crease of the seal. His name stares up at him, written in exquisite cursive and emboldened red ink he wished was blood.

With a single claw he slits open the top of the envelope with the precision of a surgeon's scalpel, withdrawing its contents that had piqued his interest. Immediately, his smirk widens. Positively Cheshire-like.

"My, my, darling. You are endearing, I hope you know that!" Alastor cooed with crackling static. He traced his finger along the penmanship.

He pictures you hunched over your desk fretting over such a delicate piece of stationery. Your words oozed admiration for the Radio Demon. How truly touching! The sentiment was most definitely mutual. Next time, he'll be sure to catch you in the act, little lamb.

Lucifer

The King of Hell was quick to move in upon Charlie's insistence. Eager to make up for lost time with his daughter, he takes on all sorts of tasks and attends every event she has planned. Every team-building exercise, there was Lucifer at the forefront; lest his rubber duck depression returned.

Initially, he's quite confused by the sight of a white and gold foiled envelope placed neatly on the center of his pillow when he returns to his quarters to rest. He's never seen his name written with such care. The scent of love and genuine fondness exudes from the small parcel and tempts his senses. It catches him off guard, a puff of hot air escaping his lips, blinking owlishly.

He's lightheaded as he reads the letter with one hand braced against the wall beside him. An apple-red blush coats his cheeks and creeps down his neck. The scent of you clouds his mind and corrupts his thoughts. He's starting to feel dizzy yet oh-so-happy!

You... You wrote this didn't you, sweetling? Red eyes wash over the page. He closes his eyes and presses the letter to his lips as he leans his back into the wall. It's surely from you, but why didn't you just come and talk to him instead of being all mysterious and cryptic? Has he not made his affections for you clear enough? Perhaps you were shy and felt more confident in staying anonymous.

Lucifer couldn't promise you or himself that he wouldn't go and find you immediately after he calmed down enough to be well-composed in a public space. He was practically vibrating with excitement.

Shaking out his hands and jumping in place, Lucifer straightens his tie. If all goes to plan, he'll have you snuggled in his warm embrace as he flies over Pentagram City before sundown.

Of course, he will make sure all six of his massive wings are preened and looking their best first. Hey, he is the King of Hell after all! He's gonna show off for you a little.

"Alright, darlin', I hope you're ready for a night on the town." Lucifer sucked in a sharp breath and exited his room swiftly making his way to you.

Sir Pentious

Sweet man is so flabbergasted! Surely this is a prank, yes? No? Oh my, then that must mean--! His pupils dilate and water, a big cheesy grin sneaks across his cheeks. His tail swishes behind him lightly and it's hard to fight the blush off his cheeks. It takes everything in him to collect his breath as he clutches the letter to his chest.

"What'cha got there, boss?" Points out one of his Egg Bois. Sir Pentious all but squeaks and shoves the paper unceremoniously into his breast pocket.

Pentious rasps, "No-nothing that needs to concern you!"

"Oh, okay!" Chirps his Egg Boi, waddling off.

Sir Pentious sighs, slitted eyes wander over to where you sit at the bar engaged in deep conversation with Angel and Husk. There's a weird tug in his chest he's never felt before. A longing. You catch his eye and give a gentle smile and offer him a tiny wave which he returns eagerly. He sighs dreamily, coiling in on his tails. I hope I may catch you at a more opportune time, my heart.

Angel Dust

Whenever he's had a particularly rough night at Valentino's, Angel retrieves a pastel blue shoe box from deep within his closest, almost completely filled to the brim with letters, gifts, and keepsakes you'd given him. Even the silly little half-assed doodle you made of him as a spider. He saved it all.

You're so cute, thinking that you're all anonymous when you are absolutely not, leaving him the cutest fuckin' letters that make him want to explode. It's nice. Having someone want you and not for sex. The pure heart of gold of yours was gonna be the double-death of him.

Angel hasn't quite worked up the nerve to ask you out yet. It's something he ponders every day, especially when reading your newest letter. He feels too stuck, too... Fucked up. That's not something he'd wanna put on you. You've never treated him like anything but a person. You saw the real him.

Instead, he lives for your letters. Wishing things could be different, that he could find the power to cut the contract with Valentino, and truly become yours when he's no longer that fucker's pet.

His eyes well with tears as he cradles your latest letter, praising him for how well he'd done at Charlie's little team-building experiment. He pretends it's you that he's holding. His fingers combing through your hair, smiling to himself when you lazily lean up his body to kiss him ever-so-softly. A true kiss made of real love, not lust. You snuggle into his chest fluff with your arms around his waist.

"Baby, I," with a blink, Angel is back to reality. The weight on his chest had only been a snoozing Fat Nuggets. Angel sighs, stroking his little buddy's ears. "Maybe one day, I can be strong enough for both of us, baby." He says out loud, hoping your heart will find his words.

Husk

He's quick to snatch the new letter up before anyone else sees, sending his half-drunk whiskey all across the countertop with a clang. Husk cussed under his breath, stashing your thankfully dry letter beneath the bar for safe-keeping until he could read it later.

"Why'dja gotta leave it out in the open?" Husk grumbles without malice. The playful sway of his raised feathery tail and soft hum as he wipes up his spilled drink was always a good sign of his rare, pleasant mood.

You're growing more and more bold with each letter. Leaving them places where someone other than Husk could accidentally misinterpret them: Charlie.

The last thing he needed was the well-meaning Princess of Hell to overextend herself and start playing matchmaker. Husker was doing just aces on his own. His love life was his and his alone to fuss about. He finished cleaning up the bar for the night, keeping the booze secure in its display case until the following day.

Husk peruses the letter freely in the privacy of his bedroom, one arm folded beneath his head. His golden eyes flicked from word to word. His pupils expand as he exhales an airy chuckle, lingering on the word handsome. The sound of his own trill rumbling in his throat startles him enough to drop the letter and slam his elbow into his nightstand.

Hissing, Husk pressed his palms against his shut eyelids. "Fuck, baby, ya really got this ol' cat comin' undone, huh? Sneaky little minx." He lied back down with a huff. "If only ya knew." His eyes slip shut. Tomorrow. Husk would finally approach you tomorrow.

Vox

"I see you still don't wanna text these, huh, baby?" Vox scoops up the letter taking residence on his seat, hastily clawing it open. He plops down on his chair, leaning back. "Too shy to be so vulnerable for me?" Vox's sharp-toothed grin spreads wide across his display screen, red dripping from the corner of his mouth as he hungrily drinks in your words.

"You are too fuckin' cute, aren't'cha, darlin'?" Vox chuckles, smashing his fist against his console with triumph. A bolt of electricity spirals around the system, causing him to yelp as it spans across the entire city. He created another blackout. "FUCK."

Vox is at your doorstep in a matter of minutes despite the darkness of Pentagram City. The forever-flushed red sky is light enough to find your apartment building. He's dressed in a new suit and feigned ignorance when you opened your door, holding a new letter. Surprised to see him there. Hah, caught with your hand in the fuckin' cookie jar, babe.

Allowing him into your home, Vox easily towers over you with a big grin. You looked fuckin' adorable, staring up at him so meekly.

"You didn't need to hide your feelings from me, sweetheart." He gently tilts your chin upwards. A single cyan claw grazes the line of your jaw, sliding to cup your cheek with his full palm.

"Vox, I," you stammer. Your sentence goes no further than those two small words. Vox traces your lower lip with the tip of his sharp thumb, smiling as your eyes flutter shut. He waits to see if you continue to speak and when you don't, he nods and tugs you to him by your hips. You gasp against him and he smiles, a bit softer now.

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"I know, baby. I've gotcha," Vox's mouth presses tight to yours, lifting you up further into his arms for better access. Electricity soon ignites the house and city, Velvette must've gotten things running again.

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genderfluid-insomniac · 7 months

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Primal Urges/// Sun Wukong x Reader x Macaque NSFW

tags/kinks: predator vs prey, primal play, voice kink, overstimulation, power play, light restraints, oral sex, rough sex, bondage, marking, obedience training, double penetration, squirting, dirty talk, aftercare, possessiveness, possession, consensual sex, blow job, multiple orgasms, praise kink, choking

“What do you mean I’ve gotten too used to being safe?! Isn’t that a good thing?” You stared at your lovers with an incredulous expression and they gave you a look that said you weren’t getting out of this, internally thanking the weather for being nice. Wukong nodded and waved his hands in a so-so manner. “Yeah, it is great you feel safe but you won’t always have us to save you, sunshine. What would you do if you got into a fight with a powerful demon like Spider Queen and her lackeys or our brother Peng?-“ The shadow demon sitting on Sun’s shoulders interrupted with a laugh while he continued to groom his mate’s tangled hair and rolled his gold eyes to spare a glance at you.

“That poor excuse of a warrior is coward but he is good in combat when it comes down to a fight. I’ll give him that.” Now shifting his attention completely to you, “Peaches is right though, you need to learn more than basic defense.” You knew some pretty good self-defense techniques from a class you took and with the help of the shadow peach duo and their knowledge of weapons plus combat experience. They weren’t wrong but it still hurt to hear that even if it was the truth. But something told you this wasn’t going to be normal training, the way both of their eyes lit up with anticipation and poofy tails swayed dangerously from side to side.

Sighing tiredly, you leaned against the rocky mountainside and nodded your head. “Fine, but what type of training is it this time.” The ginger looked up at the midnight-colored monkey and seemingly made silent communication with each other before turning back to you, grinning wildly at the fantasies going through their own minds and lowly chuckling. The king spoke up attempting to hide his eagerness, “We’re going to be playing a game of chase. You, sunshine, are going to try to escape from us and we’re going to be chasing after you.”

……Yeah, this definitely wasn’t a double entendre or anything, but being able to outrun your opponent helps you get more time for strategizing an attack or finding help, and your endurance could use some work. However, being that your goal was to evade some of the most powerful beings you knew, how did they think you stood a chance against them? “How is this fair? You both are-” Macaque interrupted and sat up straight, “Crazy powerful? There’s a catch for us too, lotus.” Leaning back off the king’s shoulders and letting gravity pull him towards the earth, causing panic to instinctively shoot through your veins.

He unknowingly (to you at least) appeared behind you via shadow portal and got close to your ear, whispering the rest of his sentence against the flushed shell of your ear and noticing you shiver and jump at the close proximity. “We can use any of our abilities. Means Wukong will not be allowed to use any of his powers including flying and I along with the same rule will dampen my hearing to about normal range for demons using this talisman.” You were speechless at first at the opportunity and although it was clear to the three of you that something else was at play you couldn’t pass this up, staring at the strip of inked paper held between his clawed fingers and nodding with a sure grin.

“I’m game, moonlight. How could I pass up this chance when something tells me it’s going to be worth it?” Wukong flicked his tail back and forth, rolling on the balls of his feet before getting closer to you wrapping his arms around your waist. The smile on your face was infectious as it spread to your boyfriend, he closed the distance between you both and cuddled against your chest.

It was evident that even though he was still sleepy he had energy to burn with the way his ears twitched and tail rapidly flicked back and forth. Wukong breathed in your scent and blissfully dug his claws into your cotton shirt, his voice deep and still new from the morning. “It’ll be worth it. If you manage to evade even one of us then you’ll be rewarded but if one of us catches you then we get rewarded.”

“Why do you both get rewarded for tackling me when it’s training for me?” Partially laughing at the usual absurdity that came with courting these two and leaning your head against Macaque's shoulder behind you. “Because your beloved mates get so tired from chasing you around isn’t only right you tend to us?” Glad to know he was still dramatic.

“Just the other day we spent hours in the hot springs while I groomed your fur until it was pristine which I loved because you let me sleep when you carried me out. I’ve been with you two for the past week and I have no issues with it but you both get enough coddling from me.” You rolled your eyes, enjoying the warmth they both provided before a question popped into your head.

“Where are we going to do this though? On the mountain?” The king picked you up bridal style and carried you while you all got to the destination, walked through a nearby forest path, and chirped at some nearby monkeys who were eating their breakfast. Eventually, you were both led to a clearing where a new structure stood, very clearly planted recently evident by the fresh dirt or magically grown seeing as this wasn’t here as far as you knew yesterday. “Nevermind…”

This answered your question as you “walked” toward the tall bush maze and first noticed how you could barely see through the hedges, no matter how hard you looked or how close you got it was like trying to look through solid concrete. You hopped out of Wukong’s arms and brushed your hands against the tiny pointed leaves then turned to them, wondering how this was done. “How-” “I called in a favor.”

Who in the world owes your boyfriend a favor….best not to worry about it for now. Pushing your arms above your head you started to stretch, moving from your arms and core to your legs and calves. The reaction you got to warming up your hamstrings was not so shocking as you were standing up and folding yourself forward to hug your legs. “Yeah! Keep that stretch for a minute or two, looks good from here-” Meaning your ass was unintentionally facing them.

You grabbed two small stones and flicked them at both demons, knowing that although only Sun made the comment Macaque was definitely thinking the same if not worse seeing as he was quiet right now. “Ow! What’d you hit me for I didn’t do anything.” You huffed and slowly stood back up. “I know you were thinking the same Macaque!” From behind you, you heard the monkey mutter about how you still have good aim at least.

Soon enough you were drawing a line the sand that was the starting line and put your foot on it focusing on your breath control. In order to keep a good headway you needed to get into the right mindset and that meant ignoring all the possible things both men would attempt to make you screw up. “OK ok. I got this. Use the hug left or right method.” The wind cooling down your skin being warmed by the sun and the chirping of nearby critters who wouldn’t cause any problems, the still and tall leafy walls in front of you seemed more intimidating now that you were facing off with it.

Wukong whistled to catch your attention and gave you a thumbs up, lining himself and Macaque up behind you holding a phone timer. “We’re gonna give you a 10-second head start and then go after you. That sounds good, Name?” You nodded and prepared to count down mentally.

All of your thoughts buzzed around in your head, anxious to get started and burn off the energy bouncing around in you. “Start!” Hearing that one word triggered you to start sprinting immediately hugging the right wall, your hand outstretched so you could feel the hedge as you kept track of where you were.

Four ways. Right turn. Long sprint. “Just keep doing this. Focus.” A familiar deep laugh echoed from the shadows in the next right turn you were about to take and forced you to stop on your heels. Popping off in the other direction on instinct with the adrenaline fueling your legs to run faster and attempt to ignore the smooth voice luring you onto a wrong path.

“Fuck. Why does his voice have to be so hot?!” You harshly whispered and groaned as quietly as you could, continuing to run until you heard footsteps in the path next to you and leading to the opening coming up on your right. “Sweetheart, had I known you loved my voice so much I would’ve teased you till my voice went hoarse but something tells me you’ll be the one losing your voice when I get my hands on you.” Your heart rate skyrocketed and you cursed yourself.

Why did that bastard have to have six ears and an incredible sense of hearing?! “It’s hard for me to focus when such a sweet fragile mortal is ripe for the taking. Am I right, bud?” Macaque. Wait- Bud? Had Sun already caught up to you?!

You whipped your head behind you before shifting your momentum to push the next right turn, hopefully putting yourself back on track. There was no one right behind you and nothing you could hear yet unless he was purposely being silent to sneak up on you. Think, what would he do in this situation? Besides transforming into another animal and he would attack from a blind spot! Your next action was immediate as you flipped backward so your back was to the hedge and took off in a sprint like your life depended on it.

“You’re right, moonshine. They look delightful and they’re clever too, predicting our next actions.” In the corner of your eye, you locked gazes with his red sclera and gold eyes for a split second before you turned around. Guessing he dropped his glamour for a moment to try to scare you and not did it not work, it had the opposite effect of slightly arousing you in addition to the thrill of being chased by two predators but your lovers. The thought of your reward, if you succeeded, didn’t leave your mind.

The exit was just ahead you could feel it and the pair were gaining on you, another right turn and you’d be done. “Almost there-” You jumped just before the exit and your heart soared at the fastly approaching accomplishment. “Aw, you almost had it, sweetheart.” Two bodies slammed into you, one of them shielding your body from getting bruises on the ground and the other on top of you effectively trapping you in a sandwich. Fuck.

Macaque, who was the one beneath you, cooed at your attempt and wrapped his arms around your waist. “And you were so close too. Too bad but this means we get our reward.” Tightening his grasp on you as Wukong took your hands and pinned them to the grass below you. He got close to your ear and whispered, the beat of your heart practically could be heard from outside your body. “Okay, what do you two want?”

Your lovers looked back and forth between themselves before slipping their hands under your clothes and squeezing your flushed sweaty skin. “To fuck you raw.” A chill was sent down your spine as you looked up to see borderline predatory eyes staring you up and down like a meal. Their tails flicked around eagerly awaiting your answer and you felt feel Macaque place kisses up the side of your neck, his dick slowly becoming hard against your lower back.

“O-Okay.” A part of you wasn’t shocked but another part of you was still catching up from the adrenaline intoxicating your body. The shadow demon spoke up from beneath you, rubbing comforting circles on your waist. “You don’t have to lotus. We can do this another time.” Neither of them wanted to pressure you into a situation you didn’t want but clearly, you were game if the slow roll of your hips against both of their groins had anything to say.

“Mhmm- Alright, sunshine. If that’s how you wanna play, bring it. Remember our safeword?” You nodded and whispered it to them, squirming at both erections pressing against you but not hard enough to give you pleasure. Soft moans filled the air and you tried your best to grind against either of them to no avail as Macaque kept your hips still in a steel grip. “Moonlight, please. Let me move, I’ll do anything.”

Perhaps bargaining would have worked had they not worked their primal urges up by chasing you but they already knew this would be the end result from the start. Wukong kept your wrist tight held in one hand while the other palmed your clothed pussy, teasing it with pinches and his claws using their sharpness to graze your clit.

Determined to draw moan after moan from you till you indeed lost your voice. Macaque spoke directly in your ear, his hot breath ghosting the shell of your ear. “I want you to beg about how you want us to fuck you and how you’ll cum to my voice. You’re our slut after all.” Your arousal grew more at his degrading and true words, your lover's deep raspy voice caused your pussy to throb and your hips to involuntarily spasm. The clothes on your body needed to come off and you’d do anything to do get an orgasm from them or any touch down there.

“Macaque Sun, ugh~ I want you to fuck me,” His hand slipped up to your nipples and pinched them, “How?” Another lewd moan left your lips and your head arched back. “I want you to fuck me with your cocks. I need them in me and I want them to fuck me until I can’t walk. Ahh~” You strained your hands against Wukong’s grip, “I’m going to cum to your voice. I love your voice, love. It's deep, rich, and calming.” The shadow rolled your nipple in his hands and moved his hand to grip your ass.

He knew how you loved to relax to it and when he hummed or let an occasional moan slip during sex. It wasn’t the first time he’d been told this but hearing over and over again from the people he craved the most was music to his ears. “Good, good. Such a good slutty mate. What do you think, Sun?”

His partner hadn’t stopped rubbing circles on your clit and was desperately holding himself back from ripping off your clothes and fucking you raw. The king’s tail whipped behind him before curling around your upper thigh and letting out a low growl. “I think they deserved an orgasm.” You heard a rip as Wukong cut open a slit in your leggings and felt his finger harshly press against your clit. Both of them ground their cocks against your legs, frantic to get a release from their building arousal.

In seconds all the pleasure wound up in your wet cunt is released and you orgasm on Sun’s fingers. A loud moan leaked from your throat and warm juices dribbled onto his fingers. “Such a good whore for their kings.” The strength had been zapped from your body and yet you still yearned for more, pleas for yet another orgasm hit their ears. Macaque didn’t stop playing with your chest when he stopped kissing and biting your neck to glance up at Wukong.

“Hm, so greedy.” He clicked his tongue and pinched your sensitive nipple. “I think you should give us our reward if you want to cum again. Peaches?” You lifted your lidded eyes and focused on your boyfriend above you who had a smug teasing grin. “I agree. Since moonshine and I won our little game of chase you’re going to obey every order we give you. Understand?”

The same clawed hand that had played with your clit trailed up through your breast and lifted your chin so you were eye to eye with Sun. Lust clouded his eyes and there was no doubt it could be seen in yours, swallowing the thrill in the back of your throat. “Yes-” Wukong interrupted her and gripped your chin. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, my kings.” You saw his smile widen and felt yourself be lifted up with Macaque’s help, stumbling back into his chest and nodding when he whispered if you were alright. After confirmation, he voiced a command. “Strip. First yourself and then us.” This would’ve been simple since you’d done it before but your muscles ached and standing was difficult but you were high on pleasure to care.

So you slowly took off all your workout clothes and tossed them to the side, figuring that taking off all of Wukong’s clothing would take a while, and carefully moved towards him. Nearly falling when your knees decided it was good to collapse, you were caught by the monkey in front of you and he laughed softly. “Careful, sunshine. I’d love to see you on your knees but not right now.” He pressed a quick but sweet kiss to your lips as you untied his cape and lifted his heavy chest-plate armor off him which landed with a loud thud.

Then he moved to his vibrant red sash on his waist which also held up the fabric draped over his pants so that it was easy to pull off his long gold shirt, shoes, and pants till he was just left with his boxers. “I think I prefer you nude than all dressed up, my king.” You purred out and tantalizingly slowly pulled them down, testing to see if he’d break and noticing his hands form into firsts. His pretty pink cock stood hard and angry, leaking buds of precum.

Your mouth watered and you felt someone creep out of your shadow, unable to hold himself back any longer as he stroked himself through his pants seeing you strip down his boyfriend till he was naked. “Now it’s my turn, lotus.” You turned around and followed the same steps with his worn-out cape and halved kimono top which kept his hip guards up. However like before you got nice and close, leaving inches both of your lips feigning a kiss until you pulled his black long-sleeved shirt over his head.

Laughing at the annoyed groan he made and pulled his pants down along with his boxers. “Where’d you learn these tricks, Name?” His smirk crept into his voice and hands circled your waist, finally getting the kiss you withheld from him and pulling you closer. “I just learned it from someone who thinks they’re so suave.” You felt his erect cock slap against your dripping pussy and moaned at the sensation, going to plead for more when you were pushed onto your knees.

“You’re going to suck and worship my cock like the king I am, sunshine. It’s my reward after all, right?” Wukong walked from behind you next to Macaque and tilted your head up, the tip of his dick rested on your lips and prodded your mouth. Without needing an order, you opened your mouth and started giving kitten licks to the tip while your hands pumped the rest of his shaft. “Mhm~ Yeah Ngn~ That’s it. Just like that.” The stone monkey tilted his head back and gripped the back of your neck as you took his mushroom-like head into your mouth.

You didn’t notice the dark-haired monkey dip into a shadow and reappear beneath you, his arms wrapping around your thighs and pulling your attention away from the blow job you were just starting to give. “Don’t mind me, sweetheart. I’ll just be redeeming my reward down here~” Sun’s hand on the back of your head guided your head up and down the length of his cock and you felt your nose touch his pubic bone, moaning loudly when Macaque took an experimental lick up the strip of your pussy.

He snickered at your resulting reaction which also sent pleasure through his boyfriend's dick as you let out lewd noises while you sucked his cock like a popsicle and anchored himself against your dripping cunt. Mumbles of how good you tasted and why you and your pussy belonged to him couldn’t but catch your attention, especially when you glanced down and your slick mixed with his saliva covered his mouth.

Pearly fang marked your upper thighs with hickeys and bruises to tell others you were taken by the Sixed-Eared Macaque and The Great Sage Equal to Heaven. You felt his tongue start curiously exploring what caused you to moan louder and targeted those areas, learning very quickly how to make you cum from just his tongue. “Mhmmm~ Ma- Mm” Momentarily you forgot that your mouth was full and gagged at Sun’s cock touching the back of your throat.

“Breathe through your- ngh~ nose, sunshine” Your lover managed to spit out as he staggered his breathing and gripped your hair tightly. Doing as suggested, you focused on breathing through your nose and feeling his hand intertwined with yours, giving it a squeeze and doing the same back to signal that you were alright. Macaque was still sucking on your pussy like he hadn’t had a drink in days eager to get more reactions out of you and got a chorus of moans as he hit a spot that made you see stars.

Sun’s cock was brushed by your tongue and dipped in and out of your mouth, saliva and precum cover your mouth as you messily hold back a gag reflex and whined when he thrusts into your face. Unable to hold back any longer and cupping your jaw, he apologized rapidly for being rough and getting louder and louder. “Yes- ngh~ please!! Please! I’m gonna cum!”

You rubbed circles on his hips and arched your back when the demon below you pinched your clit and sucked harshly which snapped the rising orgasm coiling in your core. “Mhm, there you are a princess! Give it all to me!” The pleasure crashing over you like a wave and crying out in euphoria. The pulses of your voice vibrating his dick and triggering his orgasm in tandem, Sun’s voice becoming high pitched and whining like a bitch in heat.

“Fuck- ‘m cumming-” Bitter warm liquid shot down your throat and coated your tongue, his penis still jolting in your warm mouth and riding out his orgasm. Sun comforting steadied his breathing and loosened his grip on your face, whispering praises and apologies for being rough. “I’m sorry if I was too rough, sunshine. Such a good mate for us…our lovely Name.”

Your other lover however wasn’t done and kept going. Determined to eat you out like it was his last meal, the shadow demon was addicted to your taste and could feed off you for days without stopping. “’m not done. I’m going to make sure that you’re unable to walk for days.” You swallowed and leaned against your king who gladly caught you.

“My kings, be gentle- mhm,” Both responded by softly kissing your neck and licking the bitemarks made all along your body. “I want you both in me! I feel empty.” Macaque chuckled and murmured something about finally being able to fulfill his promise to you. They stroked their cocks to get hard again which didn’t take long given your arousal sexual state in front of them panting and whining from overstimulation.

Slowly both demons rubbed the tips of their dicks against your sopping cunt and pushed into your hole, Wukong sweetly rubbed your labia when you hissed from the stretch. Breathing deeply and giving the okay when the pain faded, both lovers sandwiched you between them and started moving at a rhythmic pace. “Ah- fuck- So tight!”

You had already cum twice and the overstimulation was attacking your nerves like lightning. Both pain and pleasure courses through you’re body

“Hey moonlight, looks like our little slut has been fucked dumb.” Sun leaned close to your ear, giving you a show with a raspy growl and biting the skin of your collar bones harder than before. “Who do- ugh- you belong to?” Pinching the skin between his fangs His free hand trailed down to play with your chest. Macaque wrapped his hand around your neck and gripped it tight, kneeling so he could thrust into your abused cunt.

Their speed was inhuman, Sun matched it and you couldn’t speak, only letting out moans and whimpers. Feeling the wall you’d come so close to starting to crumble and barely spitting out a response when he bit harder as a warning to answer the question. “You. I’m yours!” No one would ever get close to giving as much pleasure and pure joy as they did, knowing your body like the back of their hands and safely pushing to your breaking point. “Say our names!- mhg”

Their real names, the ones only you had the privilege of screaming out in complete lust and drunk on their cocks. “I belong to Liu ‘Er Mihou and S-sun Wukong! Ahh~ I yours and only yours.” Your lovers look at you broken and sex-crazed, smirking at the flutter of your eyes as they speed up slowly racing towards their highs as well. Beautiful scars littered Macaque's chest and sweat dripped down to his toned stomach, dark fur was wet and tangled knots were visible as you looked closer.

Wukong appearance was just a disheveled, peach-colored fur no longer resembling a heart on his bare chest and red sclera contrasting his stunning gold irises. “Yes you -ah fucking are!” He pinched and groped your tits as Macaque viciously pounded into you like a bitch in heat, loud unapologetic moans and cries came from your mouth as you orgasmed. “Cumming!” Your walls sucked both of their dicks hard and contracted around their tips, devilishly begging for their cum.

“‘m cumming too-“ “Same here, peaches~” Your demons fucked you as they worked you all through your orgasms, feeling warm liquid fill your insides and slick squirting onto you and Macaque’s pelvis. Fuck you squirted. No one had been able to do that before…..it wasn’t a myth?! Harsh breathing was all you could hear for a couple of minutes, all of you shifted back to stable states and bathed in your after-sex glow.

Your pussy twitched at everything that brushed it and sent pangs of pain to your brain, pleading for a break and thankful it was often. Slowly, both of them pulled out, their breath hitching and biting their lips. “My mates. All mine.” Of course, Wukong recovered faster than others and immediately took to cuddling you all up, lifting you both gently onto his soft somersault cloud forgetting your clothes entirely.

“We all need a-“ You interrupted the shadow demon and kissed his cheek with a kind smile, “A bath? Yes, we do. That’s why I’m guessing, Peaches is bringing us to the hot springs or at least somewhere in that direction…you guys almost broke me.” You fell back against them both, hearing them chuckle and grabbing hands comfortably. He looked to where Sun was leading them and saw a familiar hot spring with homemade privacy screens surrounded by blooming willow trees.

“Just rest, sunshine. You did great at the training and nearly escaped us on the first try, that’s great! Maybe next time let’s not get carried away with the rewards” The king sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and elbowed his boyfriend, who looked offended at the comment like he hadn’t been as sex hungry. You could barely hear the cocky “No promises.” from Macaque as you were carried into the hot spring, the warm water soothing all the marks and sore muscles you had.

“You can sleep, lotus. We’ll take care of you.” Hearing that, you stopped fighting sleep and let it pull you into the depths of your unconscious. “Rest up, sunshine. We love you.”

#lmk x reader #lmk macaque #lmk macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x reader #lego monkie king #monkie kid macaque #lego monkie kid x reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 months

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I've been dreaming of the King of the Underworld.

Praise be to the King of the Underworld, lonely at the top of his rotting domain.

Before he can save their souls, he must first save himself.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

This world is a one great big lie.

Idia recognizes it now, clenched in the gaping jaws of the Underworld. Phantoms squirm around him, moaning as their distended limbs claw at the air, seeking out the final shreds of hope in their hellish pit called home. They are prisoners, trapped in Tartarus, and he, a prisoner of his own mind.

He forces himself against the bars that keep him in and violently rattles them. The ceiling above--he's filled with a visceral need to smash it, cracking it wide open.

If he is a beast, then so be it.

He will let them--let himself--out.

A dark power courses through his bloodstream. It soars, sings, uplifting him in his sorrows. It is ignorant of the tears of ink that trail down his pale cheeks and drips onto his armor. Sapphire flames, tattered fabric, and midnight ink swirl around him in a hypnotizing vortex.

He knows this form, this dizzying, addictive strength.

Overblot.

He floats, untouchable, above the masses, and above his staggering opponent. A giant, hulking figure cloaked in a flowing black toga, fire wreathing the glass bottle of its head. It bleeds ink, this being that he has knocked down.

But it is still his inner demon, this Phantom.

It is still Ortho.

It is how he is in real life, and how he appears in his nightmares. A frail soul consumed by the shadows.

Idia throws his head back, letting out a stuttering, panting, mad laugh. He gasps, rasps, chokes, heaves for air. It hurts to breathe, to try and contain his cynical grin in the face of the circumstances.

It’s fake. None of it is real.

That memory…

"Shroud. It's good of you to join us for the Opening Ceremony. Here, take my hand. We can attend the event together."

And that memory…

"That was a fun match 🎵 We completely destroyed the opposing team. Let's go for another round, Gloomy Samurai!"

All of my memories are…!!

"I need to go--my dorm leader's calling--but I'll talk to you later, Nii-chan. Tell me all about your first day of third year, okay? That's a promise!"

His senses spiral, scrambling to make sense of the revelations. They come, one after another, rapid-fire and blinding. A blitz of truths, each a punch to the gut.

He never attended the ceremony, he was holed up in his bedroom. Crimson Muscle is abandoning all of his accounts. And Ortho is... Ortho is...!!

Ortho is dead.

He isn't coming back, ever.

You lost one brother and gained another.

The happy illusion at last cracks. Its pieces fall away, revealing the ugliness beneath the splintered fantasy.

That's right. I'm always being saved by my little brothers.... What a pathetic big brother I turned out to be.

How stupid. How stupid...! Wasn't I... Wasn't I supposed to be the one to save them?

He clenches his fists.

"... Sorry, Ortho. I can't stay." Idia lifts his head, staring intently at the ceiling's closed gates. "I have to go. People are waiting for me."

"Ahahah..." The Phantom shudders, a quiet chuckle reverberating from its glass bottle cranium. No eyes, no lips--but Idia can tell he must be smiling sadly. "That's my big bro."

"Are you going to try and stop me again?" Idia tenses, and his power pulsates at the tips of his fingers, waiting for the command to be given.

"No, I understand. Besides, there's no point! You already beat the Final Boss--I don't have a second form," Ortho replies cheerily. "You just shine way too brightly to be stuck down here and shunned."

"Shine?"

The word gives him pause. Idia has never thought of himself as someone that radiates light. He imagines Cater and Kalim and Rook, tries to place himself beside them.

Him, in his blot-stained armor and gloomy disposition.

He doesn't fit.

"Me?" Idia squeaks. "LMAO. Nice bait there, Ortho. I could never be a part of that world."

"Okay, maybe not that shiny." Ortho bobs his head. "But you get it now, right? This is a strength only you have. You can go and share that amazing strength with everyone."

His curse, a blessing.

His pitiful fortune, reversed.

One last tear slides down his face.

"... Yeah. Yeah, I do,” Idia whispers.

Magic pools before him, forming a single sphere of light that cuts through the depths of Tartarus. The Phantoms below vocalize louder and louder, as if in awe, in reverence, even as they balk away from the incredible shine.

"Game, set match. Gate to the Underworld."

At his incantation, a low groan rolls through the pit. Not from the monsters that inhabit it, but from the earth itself. There's a screech, a lurch, and then--

The gates above slowly pry open, letting light seep in.

"It's open. You can leave." Ortho rights himself, offering a large hand to Idia. "Here, hop on. I'll give you a boost!"

"Kk, thnx."

Idia boards--and the difference in scale between him and his "little" brother shocks him. Once, Ortho was two thirds of his height. Now Idia fits in his palm.

"Hang on tight! Keep all hands and feet inside the vehicle, we're outta here!"

The Phantom rises. Higher, higher, higher... to that single spot of light, the thread of hope in hell.

Soon, Idia will be out.

And Ortho will be no more once again.

"... You know, I really liked this," Idia muttered, a hand on Ortho's thumb. "The dream. It was fun while it lasted."

"It was," Ortho agrees, "but dreams can't last forever, can they?"

"No," Idia replies curtly, resolution in his voice, "they can't."

As the word leaves his mouth, Ortho comes to a stop. They've arrived at the cusp, at the border between this place and beyond.

Idia's grip on Ortho's thumb tightens.

"... It's alright, Nii-chan," the Phantom says quietly. "The whole universe is waiting for you."

He fights back a sob.

"Ortho... Of course. Just leave it to your big bro."

“Shoot for glory among the stars and soar like a comet," Ortho recites, poking him in the chest. "Go and get'm--and make many new memories for me, 'kay?"

“Shoot for glory among the stars and soar like a comet," Idia repeats, letting go and leaping into the air.

He blasts off in a blaze of glory, like a hero in the comics and video games. Some gallant figure, off to save the his home, his people.

"Safe travels, Nii-chan!" Ortho's voice calls after him. It's strong at first, but grows weaker as the distance between them grows.

"Good-bye!

"Good-bye...!

"Good... bye..."

"Good-bye, Ortho."

And hello, world.

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itsbubbleteataro · 3 days

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Radio And The Reporter

head's up y'all, were comming to close (and im running out of steam ive got two chapters left)

NOT PROOF READ

Alastor woke up, he took in his appearance in the window of a shop. He checked himself out, his small little deer like antlers, his pin straight red hair as well as his fluffy deer ears. Dressed in a red pinstripe suit he looked dapper as always. He realized he had powers quite early on, figuring out all of the slaughtering he did while alive seemed to play a part. He reached a hand to where the ring on a chain laid against his chest, feeling it under his suit. He seemed a bit relieved it was there. His thoughts turned to you. Surely you had to be in heaven, so there was no need for him to hold back while in hell. It was hell afterall. He quickly found out about the structures of hell, how the overlord system worked from a newspaper stand. While he despised the structure of hell, he found it amusing that newspapers still existed, even if they covered more hellish topics.

A few years had passed since he arrived in hell. Stories of how he toppled overlord after overlord and only gained more power spread like a wildfire. It was an average morning in hell for Alastor, having formed some sense of normalcy. He sat in his study, drinking coffee and reading the morning paper and listening to some jazz. He nearly spit his coffee out upon reading a certain article about a petty drama in Canabal town. Alastor recognized the style of writing as yours. You could be here in hell with him, but how was that possible?

A good little newshawk on the hunk for a scoop should not be in hell. He figured it would be a cheap imitation and stood up, folding the paper under his arm preparing to go investigate the matter. With a flick of his wrist he sent his shadows out to go find the one responsible. Soon enough he got his answer. The culprit lived in Cannibal town. Alastor then set out on his way to find such a culprit.

It did not take much time for him to reach Cannibal town, where he spotted a small inky demon putting up freshly printed newspapers. Alastor tilted his head a full 90 degrees, taking in the little cartoonish figure. The creature took note of him and yelped, quickly diving into a newspaper and disappearing into the ink. Alastor walked up to the newspaper where the creature disappeared. He read through the first page, his smile growing tight. The title read “RADIO DEMON STRIKES AGAIN” as it went into further detail about how he had taken down the latest overlord. What caused his grin to tighten however was the style of writing. It looked exactly like how you had written about him back as the “Bayou Butcher”. Now he was curious. Folding up the newspaper under his arm to add to the second one, he followed the little trail of ink the creature left behind.

Alastor followed the trail to a warehouse. From the outside he could hear a more electric sounding swing. He cracked the door open and slipped inside. He tilted his head at the sight. Small ink like creatures running around the warehouse that looked like it had been turned into a publishing company. The whirring of machines filled the air along with the music. The little ink creatures looked like they were bouncing intime with the music. Pots of ink were everywhere. His eyes drifted up, towards a set of stairs and a second story balcony where a desk sat. Under hanging light sat a figure. Short and straight black hair that was just like yours. Dressed in khakis, suspenders and a buttoned up linen shirt topped with a paperboy cap, his heart skipped a beat. He watched as the figure sat typing away until one of the little ink creatures saw him and jumped into a pot of ink. The creature popped out of the pot of ink closest to you, grabbing your attention. Looking over you saw Alastor.

Your body squeezing into the closet pot of ink and repairing in the one closest to Alastor startled him at first. His eyes spotted the ring in a thin chain you wore around your neck. He watched as you briefly dripped ink onto the floor with amusement.

“My dear I simply must know where you got that ring around your neck”

“Good day to you Mr. Radio demon. Was buried with it”

“Good day to you too miss. Say why don’t you introduce yourself. The story you did on today’s front page was simply fantastic”

“Call me (y/n). It’s nothing Mr. Radio, I’m just a newshawlk on the hunt for a fresh scoop”

“Greetings (y/n). Say, are you aware of who gave you that ring?”

“I’m assuming my lover. I’m sure he is still in the world of the living, he is quite a beloved figure in the community, I’m sure he’ll be going to heaven to meet with his mother”

With that, Alastor could hardly contain his excitement as he pulled his matching ring out. His toothy grin seemed to stretch even further at your shocked expression, before leaping to embrace him, before quickly pulling away. You turned and snapped your fingers, the ink leaping from pots and forming a table and chairs. You took a seat as did Alastor where the two of you paused to catch up.

#x reader #(y/n)#hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor

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corroded-hellfire · 2 years

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The Wyvern - Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: Was thinking about Eddie getting inked and this is what came out of it! Major thanks to this post for helping me out so much with the details and specifics!

Summary: Eddie’s thinking about getting a new tattoo and takes the reader along with him. fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, needles and general tattoo-ing related pain

Words: 2.8k

Eddie was good in bed. Not just at anything concerning sex – though he was excellent at that – but even sleeping, cuddling, staring at his ceiling while you got high. Any time you and Eddie lay in bed together, it was wonderful. The familiar smoky smell of the room mixed with the scent that couldn’t be described as anything other than pure Eddie. No lights were on in the whole trailer, the moon peaking in through Eddie’s sheer curtains the only reason you can see your boyfriend’s face as you rest your chin on his chest.

Your finger traces along the demon tattoo right over his heart, nail lightly scratching at the ink strands of the creature’s hair. There must be clouds cluttering the night sky above because the glint of moonlight keeps moving and drawing new shadows along Eddie’s bare skin. The moon decides to shine a spotlight on the tattoo closest to the demon’s head: the black widow spider. You let your fingers walk across the small expanse between the two tattoos, fingers dusting over his collarbone as you start to trace the eight-legged figure.

“Having fun?” Eddie asks as he looks down at you. His hand continues to rub up and down over the thin sheet covering your bare back.

“Mhmm,” you hum back.

Though all time in bed with Eddie was amazing, you thought this was the best. Sated from hours of “playtime” as he often liked to call it, laying in Eddie’s arms after you’ve thoroughly satisfied each other was something you could never get enough of. Sweaty skin having dried against one another, blankets in a tangled mess over his legs and your backside. No sounds but the two of you breathing and the occasional chirp of crickets from the trees not far from the trailer.

“Why a spider?” you ask. Your fingers glide over the hourglass shape on the widow’s back. “Why a black widow?”

“Besides that they’re awesome?” Eddie asks. “Well, their venom is fifteen times stronger than a rattlesnake’s. So, you know, smaller is stronger.”

“Like you?” You grin and use your other hand to pinch Eddie’s small waist. He scoots away from your hand, hating that you often take advantage of his most ticklish spot.

“Shut it. They also have a spider sense. Like Spider-Man. And you know, the comic character Black Widow is pretty hot as well.”

You laugh and nuzzle your nose into his ribs.

“Nerd,” you mumble against his skin.

He huffs a laugh and leans down to press a kiss into your hair. “Not as hot as you, of course.”

“Of course.” You shift onto your side, Eddie adjusting his arm around you to tuck you against the side of his body. Your head nestles perfectly under his chin as your finger continues its ministrations over his skin. The soft skin along his collarbones leads to the blue veins stained purple by the low light of the room. The veins dance down his arm, your finger keeping in step with them to the beat of Eddie’s heart.

“Puppet master,” you mumble as the pad of your forefinger presses into the face of the demon marionette staring at you from Eddie’s forearm.

“That’s probably your hand controlling the puppet,” Eddie says, a smirk quirking at the corners of his mouth. “You pull my strings and I do as you wish.”

With a scoff, you press with your whole palm against the tattoo. “I do not control you! And my nails do not look like that. Those are some creepy ass claws.”

Eddie laughs and nuzzles his nose against your forehead. “I never said you control me. I do everything for you very willingly, my love.”

A noncommittal hum comes from your throat as your hand wanders down to find Eddie’s. He threads your fingers together and lifts your hands to his lips. He presses two kisses against the back of your hand before rubbing his thumb up and down the side. You turn his wrist, causing his arm to tilt in your direction, giving you a better view of the bats flying across his forearm.

“Those are my favorite,” you say. Eddie looks down at the bats then back to you.

“Yeah?” he asks with a smile. “I think they’re mine too.”

“Looks hot,” you say.

“I was thinking of getting a new one,” Eddie says. He unlaces your fingers so he can turn fully on his side to come face to face with you. His hand rests on your hip, the bats facing up at the ceiling. “Only trouble is, I’m not sure what I want.”

“You don’t have one for DND,” you point out. “Shouldn’t the ultimate dungeon master with the most sadistic campaigns carry that around like a trophy?”

He smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I was thinking of that, actually. Gareth said he’s going to get a D20 on the back of his shoulder, but I don’t really want to walk around with dice on me.”

“Yeah, I’d constantly push it and tell you I’m trying to roll the dye,” you say.

“See? Exactly. I have to keep in mind how you might make fun of my tattoos too.”

“I don’t make fun of you.” You pout, brows creasing and bottom lip jutting out. It was the exact expression he wanted to see on your face, and he chuckles in satisfaction.

“I love teasing you,” he says.

“I’ve noticed,” you deadpan. You trace your fingers over the un-inked skin of his triceps. “What about a tattoo here?” You drum your fingers against the skin, letting Eddie know where you were talking about.

“That’s a good spot. Would probably need to be a bigger tattoo, there. Probably around the size of the puppet master.”

“That leaves out a gnome,” you say, making Eddie laugh. The sound still makes your stomach flutter like it’s the first time you’re hearing it. There’s something extra special about it when you’re the reason he’s laughing. A surge of pride at making that beautiful sound come from him.

“I like the idea of a creature, though,” he says. “That’d be sweet.” He turns his head to try to look at his own triceps, seeing if he can picture a magical monster residing there. “It’s got to be something badass.”

“Dragon?” you offer.

He looks back at you and tilts his head from side to side, considering. “Maybe. Is that not too literal though? I might as well get a dungeon tattooed underneath it.”

“Just please not a Demogorgon. They freak me the hell out,” you say.

“Oh, I would never do anything that would make you not want me to take my shirt off.” His smirk makes your cheeks heat, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do that would ever make you want that.

“How about a butterfly?” you ask, trying to take the sting from the blush away. It works as Eddie snorts, resting his forehead against yours. “How about you get one? Right above your ass?”

“You want me to get a tramp stamp?” Eddie can feel you raising your eyebrows as they brush against his own.

“You’d look hot with a tattoo anywhere, babe,” he says. He reaches up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Mmm. Maybe. One day.” You shrug and reach up to tap his triceps again. “What about a Jabberwock?”

“Huh, that’s not bad. Also gives a nod to Lewis Carroll.”

“Look at you, reading something besides Tolkien,” you tease, pressing a kiss against his lips.

“Okay, smartass,” he says. He reaches around you to grab your ass, making you squeak and jump in his arms.

“Fine. Oh! What about a snake, that’s kind of close to a drag- No! Wait!”

Eddie widens his eyes at your sudden outburst. He loves how excited and fired up you can get. He loves not being the only loud one in the relationship.

“What’s that thing called?” you ask. “It’s like a dragon, but it’s not. It only has two legs instead of four.”

“Oh, a Wyvern,” Eddie says. “Huh.” You watch his face twist in concentration as he thinks about it. He forehead scrunches and his lips purse together. “I like that. A lot, actually.”

“You don’t need to seem so surprised that I have good ideas,” you say.

He rolls his eyes and digs his fingers into your ribs, tickling you even as you try to squirm away from him. Eddie ceases his attack and wraps his arm all the way around your back, pulling you snug against his chest.

When Eddie had gotten his last tattoo, the demon head, you had just started dating. You were the first to see it once he took the bandage off, but you weren’t there when he got it done. This time, he decided he wanted you by his side, if you’d do him the honor of joining him. You weren’t afraid of needles, but no one is a fan of them. Having your ears pierced was the only non-medical interaction you’d ever had with them.

The buzzing sound is the first thing you notice when you step inside the tattoo parlor, hand in hand with Eddie. It sounds like mini saws whirring from all corners of the small shop. It smells sterile, which you note is good. Eddie told you he had gotten all his tattoos here so you knew they must be safe, but it never hurts to be cautious.

“Hey, Eddie!” a voice calls from over near a lounging chair and a table littered with colorful tattoo sample sheets. He’s a man, probably a few years older than you and Eddie, tall and thin, wearing a tight black t-shirt. Both of his arms are covered in tattoo sleeves, ending cleanly at his wrists. His light blonde hair was tussled messily, and a small gold ring hung through one of his nostrils.

“Hey, Sam,” Eddie greets him. He tugs you in the direction of the artist, your eyes roaming around the room, taking in the new atmosphere.

“This must be the girl you’re always waxing poetic about,” Sam says, bringing your full attention to him.

“I’m-”

“Y/N, yeah?” he cuts you off.

“That’s me,” you say. You look over at Eddie, whose ears are turning red. You didn’t know he talked about you so much. “You remember that from the last time Eddie got a tattoo?”

“Oh, I’ve seen Eddie a bunch since then,” he says. He sits down on a stool next to the table, organizing the binders and sheets of paper there.

“Customer of mine, too,” Eddie explains. You nod, just hoping that Sam wasn’t high when he had a needle on anyone’s skin.

“So, what’re we thinking today?” Sam asks, looking back up at Eddie.

Eddie rummages through his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. He tosses it to Sam, who unfolds it and looks at Eddie’s rough sketch.

“A Wyvern? Nice. I like it,” Sam says. “Very you. And where we doing it?”

Eddie reluctantly drops your hand to smack the triceps on his right arm. “Right here.”

“Alright, let’s get to work.”

Eddie leans over the table as he and Sam work over the details of the Wyvern. Sam was explaining to him how the curving of the creature would look one way compared to another. Their voices are tuned out as you stand behind Eddie, eyes roving all over the walls. There are pictures from floor to ceiling of works the artists have created. Blooming flowers, religious symbols, cartoon characters, names in swoopy fonts, hearts, skulls. The creativity astounds you as one image never looks like another.

A bell ringing as the front door opens draws your attention to the front of the parlor. There’s a picture of what looks like a young female’s arm held up to show a four-pointed star tattooed on her forearm right next to the neon open sign. You take a few steps toward the photo, tilting your head as you inspect it. Something about the star captures you. It’s simple and small, but so beautiful. You think you would like the lines thinner, maybe stretching a little longer than this girl had gotten. It’s almost like you can feel the sting of the needle on your own forearm as you look at the tattoo. Right hand reaching up, you run your fingers along your left forearm, as if soothing the sting. But your fingers continue upward, until they land on the inside of your wrist. You look down at your own blank skin as your fingers whisper over it.

“Babe?” You startle as Eddie gently grabs your elbow.

“Yeah?” You spin around to face him, blinking a few times to refocus on his face.

He gives you an unsure smile. “You okay? I called your name a few times.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. Must’ve zoned out.”

He nods and licks over his lips, his eyes glancing at the photo of the star tattoo behind you before finding your eyes again. “Okay. Well, we’re about to get started. You want to come sit with me?”

“Sure,” you say.

Sam places an extra stool on the other side of the lounge chair, which has been reshaped and extended to look more like a bed since you last were over here. Eddie strips his shirt off and it takes you a moment to realize he’s trying to hand it to you as your eyes scan over his bare torso. He’s smirking as you finally take the shirt. You blush as you realize Sam is also smirking as well as he prepares the tattoo needle. Clearing your throat, you scoot the stool you’ve been given up near where Eddie’s head will be resting. Eddie climbs on and winks at you once he gets himself in position.

“Good to go?” Sam asks.

“Let’s rock and roll,” Eddie says.

The buzzing of the needle starts, and you must wince the same time that Eddie does, the needle first piercing his skin.

“S’okay,” he strains out. You find it ironic that he’s the one on the table and he’s comforting you. His free hand reaches out for yours and you take it in both of yours, placing his shirt in your lap. You thought maybe he needed to squeeze your hand because of the pain, but again, you realize he’s doing this to comfort you, not himself.

You can’t help but smile at him and he smiles in return.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you say, still smiling. “You’re just really cute.”

Eddie soon tunes out the pain completely and keeps up steady conversation with you, occasionally letting Sam know he’s okay when he’s asked. It doesn’t take as long as you thought it would and under two hours later, Sam announces that Eddie is all set. Eddie knows the drill for taking care of tattoos while they heal, but Sam still has to go over it with him anyway. You listen as well, determined to make sure that Eddie follows the rules. He’s not going to get an infection on your watch. Once he’s bandaged up and the bill is settled, Eddie walks out of the parlor with you, hand in hand just like you walked in.

“Do you want me to drive?” you ask.

“Nah, I’m good,” Eddie says, flashing you a bright smile. “Want to go get some food? I’m starving.”

“Of course you are,” you say. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Both of you climb into the van and Eddie pulls out of the parking lot. You watch the scenery pass out the window as Eddie’s music plays on the radio. It suddenly goes silent, and you turn your head to see why. Eddie has turned it off, his hand reaching back for the steering wheel.

“So,” he says.

“So,” you repeat, sure he’s got something to say.

“So, you liked the star tattoo?” He looks over and gives you a smirk.

“Oh,” you say, having forgotten all about how it caught your eye. “Yeah, I did. It was pretty.”

“I think it’d look good on you. Maybe your wrist.”

“That’s where I thought, too,” you say.

“You really gonna do it?” Eddie asks, eyebrows raised.

“Maybe.” You shrug.

“Don’t worry,” he says.

“Huh?”

“I’ll still hold your hand even though you’ll be the one in the chair.” He’s barely containing a laugh. You reach over and swat him on the shoulder, missing where his new tattoo was by three inches.

“I don’t like seeing you in pain!”

“You looked like you were in more pain than I was,” he says.

“Okay fine, next time I won’t care if you’re hurting,” you say. You cross your arms across your chest and stare out the window.

“Aww, baby,” he croons at you. “You know what other tattoo I think would look sexy on you?”

You don’t want to respond, you really don’t. But you can’t help it. Just enough to see him out of the corner of your eye, you turn your head towards him.

“What?” you ask.

He’s trying not to laugh. You’re prepared to hit him on the shoulder again.

“A gnome. Ow! Okay, that one was closer to the tattoo!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #Eddie Munson fic

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Concept for Darling being turned into a cartoon character because of the ink (like Susie and Alice Angel) and Bendy's reaction to her in that state, please? Either beast Bendy or cartoon Bendy, I'm not picky

Sure! This takes place in BATIM not BATDR. I'm going to use my form of Bendy where he swaps between cartoon and beast/ink Bendy. (I also did not finish BATDR yet). I love him, lol.

Yandere! Bendy with Living Cartoon! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Isolation, Manipulation, Murder, Sadism, Fear of abandonment, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship, Stalking.

You most likely worked at the studio before being subjected to your current fate.

Like Susie, Allison, Sammy, Tom and many others... you became a creature of the Ink.

A living cartoon that was trapped here forever.

A bitter eternity.

You expect your future to be lived in loneliness.

Until you meet the the darling devil, Bendy.

Bendy knew you because you worked on his show.

When this form was being created, he heard your voice.

Occasionally, he'd see your face.

You were always good with your work.

He had no idea you had become a creature like him.

When the studio closed, he thought he was alone.

The cartoon devil was forced to roam these halls forever in dusty memories....

Then he saw you, hearing you talk to yourself.

You don't look like you... but that voice is familiar.

Filled with mischief and excitement, Bendy stalks you from the ink.

The small cartoon hides behind decaying wood and shadows to watch you.

Sometimes you'd hear noises, like a can falling over.

But the place is rotting, that's all.

Bendy does not show himself until he's comfortable.

He wants a new friend.

One that's like him.

When you formally meet him, he's so small.

A big grin is on his face when he finally gets to introduce himself.

To prevent you from being scared, he tries to stay in his cartoon form.

He also enjoys it when you treat him with such care in this form.

Relating to the demon, you put a great deal of trust in him.

You pat his head and hold him close, sitting in the corners of the studio.

He becomes your only comfort.

The horrors of the studio don't touch you when he's there.

How could you not trust the adorable cartoon laying on your lap?

In reality, Bendy is still a demon.

You're naïve to his true nature.

When you're not around, the cute cartoon becomes a large beast.

Tearing into creatures to satiate his own cruel desires....

His desire for bloodlust slowly becomes weaker than his desire for you, however.

Once his carnage is complete, he reverts to that sweet devil and scampers to you.

He wants you to hold him... he wants to be your comfort.

Being around him marks you as his.

The studio will know you've been claimed....

Everything from your personality to the ink that stains your skin is his.

You belong here...

With him.

When you express distaste at your situation, his ink bristles.

He fears you'll leave him.

Yet, due to your new form, he knows you can't.

Wherever you go in this studio, he'll find you.

In his cartoon form, he pries at your emotions.

Why are you unhappy?

You have him!

He'll dance for you!

He'll sing with you!

Hell, he would wear the tutu to get you to laugh.

Bendy wants you happy, from one cartoon to another.

Although, if you insist on testing your luck...

Hoping to escape and feel the sun on your skin again...

Bendy will drag you back.

No more cute cartoon....

You'll be met with a beast of ink, resembling Bendy barely.

Claws dig into your ink soaked body, dragging you into the depths.

Back to the puddles, back to the ink.

A place he'd use to mold you again.

Don't be scared, don't be so afraid of him...

He'll make you perfect.

Then you'll never want to leave.

He knows meeting you was the best thing that's ever happened to him.

Even if it was your personal hell.

Bendy won't let you free, you're drowning with him in the gunk filled puddles...

Where you're meant to be.

#yandere bendy and the ink machine #yandere batim #yandere bendy #yandere beast bendy

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teal-fiend · 4 months

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The priest had a request for an exorcism. She usually dealt with house hauntings, never a haunted person. But her new business partner assured her it would be no issue.

The priest parked in the gravel driveway of an old Victorian home. She emerged from her black cadillac, in her black robe, her dark hair braided neatly. She wore leather gloves, holding a sleek black briefcase, the only white being her clerical collar.

She rang the doorbell once and seconds later it opened to a distraught older woman, hair frizzled from stress. She invited the priest into the home, and brought her to the parlor. The priest accepted a cup of tea, and listened to the lady’s struggles.

“It’s my son,” the old woman said, “he came home to help me clean my basement… but he wasn’t the same afterwards, I’m at my wits end, his wife refuses to see him. He’s scared his own children. Please Mother, help him. You will, won’t you?”

“Of course,” the priest said in a calming voice, like a psychotherapist. “Where is your son now?”

“He’s down there still, he hasn’t come out in days”

“Oh dear,” the priest said sympathetically. “Could I perhaps have a moment alone with him, if you don’t mind.”

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“Hello David,” the priest said politely. David snarled at her.

“I’m sure you know why I’m here.”

‘David’ grinned maliciously. He didn’t look right, his teeth were wrong, and it seemed like he had black mould growing on him. Not healthy.

“You think you can just get rid of me?”

The priest sighed despondent, “I haven’t had much luck in the past to be honest. I don’t know how much you demons communicate with each other, but I’ve never had a reputation as a formidable exorcist.

David laughed at her candidness.

The priest smiled politely, “but recently I’ve gotten some assistance.”

She patted her briefcase. The devil’s eyes flashed to it, a kind of recognition registered with them.

“It’s been a game changer, really.”

David looked a little curious, a little scared, “what’s in there?”

“I’ll show you in a minute, but first, I’d like to give you the chance to leave of your own volition.”

David stared at her humorously. “You can’t threaten me.” But there was some fear in the devils’ voice, or at least anticipation. It could tell there was something wrong. There was something off about the briefcase, but they couldn’t put their finger on it.

It was just a briefcase; sleek, black, a slight reflective shine. But it seemed to buzz with an energy, maybe it was just how the priest was talking it up, making it seem important. But whatever was in there couldn’t be all that dangerous to the devil. Salt, sage, holy water, the works. Nothing the devil couldn’t dodge.

In fact, it planned to kill the priest soon, but it waited for her to reach over and unclasp the silver lock, and as she lifted the bag open, a shadow leapt out and knocked David back, latching onto him and leaching into his eyes and mouth, seeping in like ink.

And that was it. David opened his eyes, appearing calmer, he licked his lips as if he had just tasted something.

“Mm, that was good.” He picked at his teeth. “You got it?” the priest asked.

“Ah, yep, all taken care of,” he patted his stomach.

The empty briefcase lay open on the table. As it was now, empty, it looked a lot like a normal briefcase. David too looked less possessed, but that was only because this demon was better at hiding it.

“Okay, get back in the bag.”

The demon sighed, then re-emerged, spilling out of it’s temporary host and landing on the table. It was hard to describe a shadow as being full, but it looked full. It slinked back lazily into the briefcase, and the priest closed the lid on it, pressing it down slightly so the latch would fit.

David shook his head, “I’m back…” “Are you alright?”

“I… I think so? Is it…?” he looked at the briefcase, because it twitched like there was a struggle going on.

“Um, yes,” the priest said, “I’ve extracted the spirit from you, and I have it in here. Don’t worry, I will dispose of it properly.” She petted the suitcase, as if trying to calm it. David looked sceptical, but since he didn’t fully understand the situation, he took the priests word for it.

“Thank you,” he breathed, bowing slightly.

“Not at all,” she said, chipper, “Would you like to come upstairs.”

—

The older woman embraced her son when she saw him, the priest said goodbye quietly and left them to have their reunion.

She walked down the gravel drive with her suitcase - a little heavier than it was when she arrived, her arm ached slightly.

She laid it to rest on the passenger seat of her car, placing it gently because it seemed like too much disturbance would cause it to rip open. It looked cramped, like someone had stuffed too many folders or perhaps clothing into it at once.

She carefully put the seatbelt through the handle and buckled it in so that it wouldn’t fall into the footwell during the ride. She placed a hand on it, the leather was warm to the touch, and pliant. She rubbed back and forth soothingly and felt it grumbling under her hand. She heard too a faint, muffled, meaty gurgle inside.

“Good job.”

#fatal vore #implied digestion #digestion #v/ore #vore digestion #vore fic #tw vore #vore writing #v.ore #soft vore #possession #object vore #demon pred #demon prey #observer pov #vore pov

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silvergolddraco28 · 6 months

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Chaos in Ink- Open Roleplay

What would happen when our favorite Monkey Teen finally snaps with the ‘help’ of a ‘friendly’ ink creature after a curtain blue lion breaks his word?

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“I'm sorry Mk, but Monkey King must remain in the scroll.” a blue lion demon spoke with a shake of his head and golden mane to the human teen that stood across from the speaking lion demon and his two brothers a white elephant demon and a white eagle demon. The teen clenched his hands in pure rage ignoring the concerned looks from the pig demon, the blue river demon, a blue and orange cat, a young girl, and an average man rounding out the rest of the group behind the teen.

“You… you lied to me… I trusted your word…” the teen realized as shadows covered his eyes.

A circle of blue-tinted black ink formed around the angry teen shocking everyone at this development especially the blue lion demon who looked at the scroll in his hands.

”Look at what we go here… another being that abused our trust, well technically Mac doesn't count anymore since he earned it back. Still… we going to let this kitty cat walk all over us at take away our mentor [mother] from us like everyone else?” An ink and monkey version of the teen spoke dropping itself across the teen’s shoulders like a friend would to comfort another.

“We beat you in the scroll! How did you get out?!” the girl questioned as the ink creature scowled at her.

”you beat me back… but the kid here absorbs magic like a vacuum. All he needs in a shard and he can produce it and any ability he sees. The perfect case of Monkey See Monkey Do.” The creature scoffed at the girl stunning her silent. ”after all…. Isn't Macaque a type of magic-eating demon while our Mentor [Mother] is the perfect template of a being gaining power through observation and fighting?”

The ink demon grinned. ”The Sun and the Moon combined into one creates an Eclipse. The symbol of Chaos and Destruction.” Ink added with a terrifying aura slowly rising from the teen the Ink demon was holding onto. ”So Mk, you want to show these lesser demons what happens when you mess with the Eclipse Prince?” the demon smirked as gold and purple lightning sparked up and down the teen.

The three demons from across the pissed-off teen prepared their weapons. “Boy, you won't be able to defeat us.” The lion demon scowled but in the back of his mind, he was mentally reeling with this information the ink creature had just spilled.

“You know what… I'm sick and tired of everyone thinking I'm some sort of pushover… I think it time I. Push. Back!” Mk spoke opening his eyes, the left glowing a bright golden and the right a deep dark purple with angry blood-red irises. Ink grinned and swirled around the teen easily encasing the teen’s body in ink before revealing it to have become silver armor on his arms, shoulders, and legs with icy blue etchings of stylized stars. His clothing had changed as well under the armor, his shirt was half gold and half purple that was diagonally separated with blood-red edging while his pants were black with a blood-red, gold, and purple shirt that was tied around his hips with a silver sash. Three monkey tails swayed behind the teen one tipped in gold, another in purple, and the last in a blood-red color. The teen then flicked out six lotus petal ears following the same color scheme gold, blood-red, and purple with an icy blue edging on all six ears. Finally, a blood-red flaming mask covered Mk’s face with gold and purple dots forming a heart within the flames.

The teen surged forward, nothing more than a streak of blood-red lightning as he raced across the space towards the blue lion. “Give me back my Mother!” the teen growled snapping his pawed hand like a snake onto the scroll tile the lion held.

Blood red tinted shadow rose up from the ground startling the lion into letting go of the tile as the teen held it close and tucked it into his shirt right next to his heart. More silver rolled over from the armor and created a rather solid chest piece to protect the tile now resting in Mk’s clothes. The teen then back flipped a few times away from the lion demon before landing with two feet and a hand on the ground while his other hand was level with his shoulder. ”You’ll pay Azure… for lying to me and emotionally harming my mother.” Mk growled showing off his monkey fangs as multiple red tinted shadow clones rose up with angered expressions and attacked the trio of demons.

“Mk?” The girl called out in shock at what she was hearing and seeing her long time best friend doing.

“Don’t Mei. I know exactly what I’m doing… I’m making sure no one takes my mother away from me again even if I have to hide us where no one will find us and bother us.” Mk responded, his tails flicking as he contemplated if he should bring Macaque as well. A troop was better with three then with just two. If he blended a power from the ice witch and one of macaque’s abilities it’s possible he could create a type of hypnosis that could work and help his Mother and teacher [father] reconcile properly.

*’See? Your already doing more then enough. Just beat those worthless demons collect [father] and we can create a whole new island for our family to live on without mortals interfereing or other demons trying to kill us.’* Ink mentally supplied the suggested to Mk who couldn’t keep back the wicked grin that spread on his face. “Alright… let’s break some bones!” Mk rushed back into the fight with his clones not even bothering to summon a weapon as he just used his fists, legs, and tails to attacks.

The group watched in shocked awe as Mk managed to separate the eagle demon from the elephant demon and Azure’s reach. “So… you're the Golden Wing Peng? We sure you're not a chicken?” Mk grinned at the bird demon holding out a pawed hand to the side and forming a wickedly sharp spear with a spiked end, the blade itself looked to be crystal red with a purple crescent moon at the base of the blade before it changed into a long dark gold shaft etched with black letters with a icy blue counterweight at the end.

The eagle demon, Peng, glared at the teen. “I’ll make you pay for that insult child.” the bird demon promised before he attacked with his spear. Mk simply dodged and blocked the attacks with his own spear watching and rapidly learning before he started to attack himself and quickly turned the tables on the bird demon.

Mk smirked as he drove his spear into Peng’s side right between the plates of armor. “That’s for insulting me. This is for insulting my teacher [father]!” Mk snarled as blood red energy arched up the spear and right into the demon’s body.

“Mk!” Mei called in shock at how violent the teen-turned-monkey was acting.

“Stay out of this Mei!” Mk called back. Pulling his spear out of the wounded eagle demon and dismissing it as blood-red-tinted ink rose up around Peng and consumed him creating a blood-red bamboo tablet with a name written out in glowing purple letters. The teen caught the tablet before it could hit the ground smirking up at Azure. “You should never have pushed me Azure.”

The lion and elephant looked at the young teen in shock as the teen pulled out the blue tablet. Arcane words slowly spilled from Mk’s lips layered with the warped voice of the ink as the blue tablet glowed ink flowed out of the tablet and took a familiar form. Dazed golden eyes blinked at the teen with mild confusion written on the being face. “Mk… what hap-owf!” the golden monkey was cut off as he was tackled by the teenage monkey getting sent to his ass while the teen’s three tails wagged happily.

“It worked! Yes yes yes!” Mk happily grinned nuzzling into the golden monkey’s neck and chin. “I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again Mama.”

Golden eyes widened slightly. “Mk I'm not a par-” the golden monkey was cut off once again. he locked eyes with the teen his golden ones shrinking and taking a dark purple hue before he slumped forwards into the waiting arms of two shadow clones as Mk stood swallowing the golden monkey and the clones in a red tinted portal of shadows. Mk looked towards the two groups a cold glare in his eyes.

”Don’t try and find us. All I will ever need is my Mother and my Father. This world can burn to the ground for all I care for all it's ever done for me and my parents. Be warned if anyone ever tries and take them from me there won't be a Diyu waiting for what ever poor soul that crosses my path.” Mk spoke before leaving in a swirl of his own portal knowing exactly where he wanted to go next.

‘Take me to my Father.’ he silently commanded his powers while encasing himself in an illusion of his normal mortal look.

He stepped out of the shadows blinking when he found himself back on FFM. “Macaque! Macaque are you here?!” Mk called out sensing the shadow monkey’s magic up in the trees.

TBC

Please please please reblog and comment!?!?! I want to know what everyone thinks and yes this is inspired by an animatic i found on YouTube but with my own twist to it.

#fanfiction #lmk au #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #collab help #cowrite #amwriting #sun wuking x macaque #lmk rp #lmk wukong #sun wukong x macaque #lego monkie king #lmk sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque

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angie-long-legs · 1 month

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“How long have you been sitting here? What happened?"

prompt from @sirserpentine 🐍

cont. from here

The bathroom tap gushed at full force.

How much time had passed, Angel had no idea. He had spat into the sink, eager to rid himself of the tang of blood mixed with that sweet, noxious venom, but his spit was clear and untained, and the taste remained no matter how vigorously he rinsed his mouth. He tried again, a third time, a fourth... but the cool ceramic of the sink stayed pristine white, no poison expelled, like heaving on an empty stomach. The flavour had trickled from his memory into his mouth like ink bleeding through sheets of paper, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He had collapsed to the floor some time after accepting his helplessness in the situation. This was happening more and more often now, too often. Sometimes, it felt so real he could swear it was happening right there and then, like a healed wound being violently ripped open, only to be told it was nothing but a scar.

He left the tap running in the hopes that it might drown out some of the noise. That cloying drawl that masked sandpaper grit, the voice that goaded and bellowed and barked. That whispered soft praises and sweet nothings until Angel had to hold back tears. He wasn't sure if he was crying or if the sound was just another memory.

And he could feel it. The soft and the vicious, all melded into a swirling abyss, malignant and nauseating and utterly intolerable. Angel drew his legs up to his chest, squeezing them with both sets of arms with vice-like intensity. The pressure, the sound of the tap, the cool tile floor and the bright white lights... it was all background noise. It all faded to nothing as Angel was pulled helplessly under the current of his own past.

He hadn't even noticed someone entering the room until they were stood directly in front of him, dark and looming as the light was obscured behind them. As if in slow motion, the silhoutte seemed to grow, shadows contorting into impossible shapes until they formed a familiar presence, one with a razor-sharp grin and piercing, blood-red eyes.

Angel tried to scream, but nothing came out.

Instead, he scrabbled backwards with a soft gasp, the only noise his body would allow him to make as he backed into the furthest corner of the room. What the fuck was he doing here? How did he get in? Why was he-

"Pentious," he managed, the new perspective allowing him a more detailed view of the demon stood before him. A statement of acknowledgement. It wasn't Valentino.

As distant as he felt from the man stood directly in front of him, as much as the room he was in felt as two dimensional as a film set, he still had the sour self-deprication to feel embarrassed. Of course it wasn't Val. This was just a flashback. It happened all the time. How stupid was he?

The relief of the serpent's presence wore off almost instantaneously. Angel's ears were still ringing, the taste was still fresh, he could still feel everything...

"Go away," Angel muttered. It wasn't a warning, it wasn't even aggressive. It was flat, devoid of emotion. His eyes glassed over, looking past his visitor rather than at him.

"Leave me alone."

#sirserpentine #sirserpentine rp #i hope this is ok!! <3 #tw flashback #tw implied abuse

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baphymittens · 7 months

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“….Demi….”

The demon simply hums in response to her, not looking up from his work, dipping his quill into the ink well he continues to write.

“Yes, pet?”

Leaning over his desk, she cast a shadow over the important forms he was currently busy with. It was a moment of pause as he looked up and into the eyes of the woman sitting at his desk.

“Can i kiss you?”

His ever-present grin widens slightly. “Oh, you've shown before you are fully capable of doing so my dear.”

“You know what I mean Demiurge…”

There is a long silence until finally, he decides to speak again. “You know, I would be far more inclined to give you an answer if you were to ask properly, love.”

With a huff she stands up, arms crossed and a pout on her face.

“Why are you always such a…” she makes a disgruntled noise. “Fine…may I have a kiss?...please.”

He sets aside his quil before leaning back in his chair, tilting his head.

“You know…” He speaks in an amused tone. “I find it quite cute that you insist on asking every time.” He looks pleased. At the question itself or at her offer, she doesn’t know. His grin morphs into something softer, more genuine.

“Of course, my love.”

He reaches out, his fingers gripping into the fine cloth covering her thighs. Pulls her to him he has her stand between his knees. Cupping her legs just below the curve of her behind, he gazes up at her now blushing face.

“Well…” Gave her upper thigh a gentle squeeze. “Where is my promised kiss?”

#demiurge #demiurge overlord #demiurge/reader #/reader #overlord #overlord demiurge

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shadow-the-grinning-inkdemon · 1 year

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Chapter 0

[This story starts with a guy named Nelson waking up in a unknown abandoned foundation unsure of how he got there, as he try's to get out of the god forsaken place while avoiding ink like creatures and shadow the Grinning ink demon at all cost]

Nelson wakes up from the floor in the dark abandoned foundation, ahhh my head, he says. Nelson gets up to look for a flashlight, oh a flashlight now I can see in this god forsaken place, he says he turns on the flashlight and try's to find a way out of here, he finds a door hoping it gets him out of here, as he opens the door it leads him in a different area in the foundation, what the hell, Nelson says He continues the path to find a way out of here, then he hears heavy breathing, and weird foot steps coming from a dark room. Then a 9.10 ft tall ink demon emerges from the dark corridor, then the demon lunges at Nelson aggressively trying to attack him, Nelson runs away WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, Nelson says while running with fear, he finds a hallway and runs, as he's running Nelson falls into a hole on the floor, as he regained consciousness after falling such height, he hears the demon roaring and growing at the hole he fell in, as the demons foot steps fades walking away from the hole disappointed, Nelson lies on the floor to weak to get up, as he try's his hardest to get up but noting happens, his eyes slowly start closing until he passes out

-END OF CHAPTER 0

#my story #my oc story #Shadow the grinning ink demon

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yet-another-heathen · 11 months

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Rising to the West - I

2,576 words. The first re-penned chapter in my original series, The Jackal of An-Nadr.

For new readers, The Jackal is an ongoing whump series set in 1,200 BCE, where pre-Islamic fantasy meets the love of bloody sword fights, found family, and handsome men who long for nothing more than home. I am so excited for this unveiling, the love that you all have shown this series over the past several years means more to me than I could ever say. This is for you <3

- Masterpost -

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Chapter Warning | environmental whump, epic worldbuilding, demonic pirates and the massive sandships they sail, marooned in the middle of the desert with no hope of rescue, deadly levels of dehydration, very near-death experience, very brief allusion to noncon, prayer/fantasy religion, evading capture, foot injury

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His name was Nadeem el-Azimi, and things had not gone according to plan.

He stumbled on the loose crest of the dune, barely able to blink his eyes open enough to right his path. His body swayed as he adjusted back onto course, aching with the effort it took to take those few extra steps. Sand cascaded down the face of the drift in steady intervals behind him, rushing toward the base like trickles of water.

Of all things, his mind kept circling and circling about how raw his feet felt. The loose, ever-shifting sand ground between his toes, and there was nothing he could do to make it stop.

The sun had set over the An-Nadr desert, and the temperature had plummeted with it. Nadeem pulled his waist sash tighter around his shoulders, clenching his jaw to keep it from clattering against the cold. The stars overhead were dying out one by one, but the warmth of dawn was hours away, even though the light would come sooner.

He kept walking. It only made it harder if he stopped.

In the distance, a low patch of scrub hugged the earth. The traders had taunted him with it when they marooned him amongst the sand. A sun-wrinkled face leered down at him as the others dumped him over the stanchion, the breath knocked from his lungs when he hit the ground. He struggled and gasped against his binds, while the men above him laughed.

“Three days to the east!” the old one said to him. The one whose filthy hands he could still feel roving over his body when he closed his eyes. He leaned over the rail and grinned as the other men tamed the mast behind him, the wind catching its girth and pulling it taut.

Nadeem thrashed and cursed through his gag, shouting desperately as the sandship began to move.

“Three days to the east you’ll find water,” he called back, “Better get going, little thief!”

And the shadow of the hull slid over his body, sunlight blinking between strips of rope. And then the white of the mast shrank beyond the waves, and the sandship had disappeared from sight.

It had taken him nearly half a day to struggle free of his bonds. By then he was utterly, entirely alone. For hundreds of miles in every direction, the only thing was sand.

That had been two and a half days ago. Anger had burned out into sorrow, then to hopelessness, then to a numbness that he couldn't shake. The leagues had passed underfoot slowly, pace worsening as his body had slowly begun to fail. Nadeem had never been a particularly stout man and, while he knew hunger like an old enemy, his body still was not made to endure the absence of water. Not like this. He rubbed mindlessly at the friction burns circling his wrists to try to distract himself from the endless drone of thirst.

Through the dark he could just barely begin making out the green against the washed-out blue of the surrounding sand, peeking between the dunes. He thought he could make out the shape of date trees, but he no longer trusted his eyes not to play tricks on him. They couldn’t be more than a few more hours away.

And as soon as he saw the oasis he knew he wasn’t going to make it.

And still he kept walking.

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The first pearls of sunlight caught his shoulders, and he shuddered with relief. It wasn't enough, but with the night having long since sapped away his warmth, he’d take whatever he could get.

Those who crossed these deserts knew to travel after dusk once the savage temperatures had fallen, and to take shelter and sleep as much as they could through the long days when the heat would kill anything that moved. Any other day, he would have kept walking for another hour as the sun rose, then taken shelter behind one of the dunes to collapse until night fell again.

But not today. Today he could not afford to stop even for the dawn prayer. He knew it in the ache of his bones and the relentless throbbing of his head. He was dying. And if he stopped now, even for this, he wouldn't get back up.

He could not begin to describe how tempting the thought was. How loudly his body begged him to let him rest one last time, how shrilly his heart tried to convince him he had already done all he could. He could lay here and watch the colors of the sky change, feel the warmth wash over him. He could give himself one more sunrise. One more chance to watch the beauty of it all before it was gone.

His feet slowed to a stop, despite his commands. A slow breath, in and out through his nose. He reached up with puffy fingers to fumble with his face cloth, loosening it until the linen fell free.

Nadeem turned slowly back toward the glint of the sunrise, and closed his eyes. He had both won and lost his own bet. He had lived for one more day. He would take that victory, even if…even…

Keep moving, Nadeem. Those thoughts are going to kill you.

Today he would either make it to the oasis, or his body would be slowly being covered up and buried by the ever-creeping drifts that surrounded him. Those were the only two possibilities left, and it was getting harder and harder to believe that he had any hope of the former.

Control of his body was slipping, and apathy dulled his thoughts more and more with each passing breath. And still he mumbled out the soft, broken consonants of the prayer he had been clinging to, words repeated so many times in the last day that they had become nothing more than foreign sounds devoid of whatever had once made them words.

The comforting lines he had known since he was a child fell from him in a broken, confused tangle of what they were meant to be. He hoped the gods would still take the whisper for its intention rather than its delivery. He was fairly certain someone had once told him they would. That they knew.

He couldn't remember their face. He hoped it had been Hanona. She had always been right about such things.

Keep moving, Nadeem. You have to take one more step.

He whispered a quiet little apology to the air before him, reaching out as if to gently cling upon the fabric of someone’s robes. His fingers closed over nothing, and he let out a shaky little breath as he pulled the imagined cloth closer to the ache of his chest.

He swayed, felt the knot of dry tears in his throat. But he knew crying was beyond him now.

When eventually he realized that the strength to continue on was slipping for good, he summoned one last, Walk, Nadeem.

His foot answered him sluggishly, one barely-there step backwards. He cracked open his eyes.

And stopped.

Far in the distance, slipping along the razor’s edge between waves and sky, a pinprick of black was making its way across the sand.

A mirage. It had to be.

He stared at it in doubt, blinking to see if it would fade.

He watched it for what felt like a lifetime, so afraid that if he looked away it would be gone. But as the minutes passed and the shape grew closer, a fragile hope began to smolder in his chest.

A ship.

His head was swimming. The mast rose and dipped over a bank, light catching flecks of metal. But he could still make out the shape of the bow, cutting across the tops of the dunes.

He didn’t have the strength to cry out. He didn’t have the strength to move.

They were coming straight for the oasis, straight to him.

He couldn’t—he...he…

...he stopped.

The sandship rose to the top of another peak, sail catching the light of the sun beyond. For a moment everything was dark, then the cloth rippled and his heart ground to a stop.

The vibrant, cobalt blue sails of an Al Qururaqin cutter shone in the morning sun.

He stumbled backward, and ran.

The ground gave away beneath him as he bounded down the dark side of the dune, slipping and catching himself when he hit the bottom. His heart was pounding as he pressed his back into the side of it and began pulling armfuls of sand over his body.

He barely managed to cover his legs and the lower half of his chest, limbs burning with exertion. Black spots swam across his vision. His breaths came shallow and ragged through split lips. Still he clawed at the sand until he’d covered as much of himself as he could.

If the ship hadn’t already spotted him, the dunes gave him a chance of being passed unseen. If they had...

He held his breath, straining to keep his gasps under control.

And then he heard it. Someone singing loudly enough for their voice to carry. The unmistakable shuffing of wood, the sound of voices calling back and forth to one another.

It grew closer until someone gave a sharp shout, and the sound of the sail straining at its rigging changed. The sandship was close—far, far too close—and it was slowing to a stop.

Something heavy hit the ground and he shrank further back into the dune. Then another, then more.

Too late he realized his mistake. As he lay there straining to stay calm, there came the petrifying moment when he remembered the trail of footprints he’d left along the tops of the dunes. The ones that would lead them straight to him.

The sand gave him nowhere else to hide. If he stayed here, buried or not, they would find him. Casting around, he caught just the barest hint of green through the split in the dunes.

He didn’t have the strength. He knew he didn’t. But panic summoned every last shred of energy into his trembling legs, and before he could think he pushed to his feet and stumbled into a run.

His feet pounded against the earth. All his vision was a blur as he slid around the corner of a dune and up the channel between.

Dizziness swept over him, and he gasped and shook his head to try to clear it. He scaled the next dune on his hands and knees, sinking deep into the sand as he sprinted for the shelter of the brush.

He knew the moment they’d spotted his trail. Strange voices rose into the dawn behind him, and when he couldn’t resist the urge to look back he saw the sharp rise of a mast against the sky.

Vibrantly embroidered bolts of sailcloth whipped and curled in the breeze, the sun’s first strands of light striking it from behind and setting the fabric ablaze. The blue sails burned against the pale of the morning sky, and dread smothered his thoughts.

He didn’t see the shale until it was too late. Something sharp speared up through the bottom of his foot, and before he could catch himself he’d gone sprawling across the outcropping and into the dirt. He let out a low groan of pain as he blinked the darkness from his eyes.

He'd collapsed at the edge of the oasis. Behind him a jagged shard of rock pointed in the air, covered in blood.

He struggled to his feet and stumbled into the bank of shrubs, barely slowing as he made his way deeper into the growth. His ankle kept trying to give out beneath him, the thick litter of sticks and twigs jabbing into the wound. Slowing him down.

He bit back his voice as he clambered over the thickest piles of stone he could find, hoping to every single god he could name that they would help hide his footprints. The distant shouts were growing closer.

He stumbled over a ridge and found a thicket of shrubs, and realized that the glinting just beyond was water. He slid down the bank into the spring, wading out into the knee-high water that spread out between pools of algae.

He realized then that there was no cover. None but the branches of shrubs that overhung the basin, clinging to the overgrown shore.

Without even stopping to savor the feeling he never thought he’d have again, he fell to his knees in the water and ducked beneath their low branches. Spines ripped at his clothes as he crawled toward shore, as close as he could get to the place where the water met the earth underneath their leaves. He wormed his way deeper into the silt until his back was pressing against half-submerged trunks and the surface of the water reached his throat.

He forced his shivering body to still, schooling his breath in an attempt to hide the sound. As quickly as the ripples around him faded into the reeds the sound of snapping twigs approached.

On the shallow ridge, less than a hundred paces away, a dark figure broke through the trees.

Nadeem forgot how to breathe.

As a boy, bright-eyed and impatient, the Mothers had spun tales of Al Qururaqin caravans, moving from port to desert port. Tales of four-armed demons with ashen skin as dark as the mud at the bottom of the Parattu, swords gleaming in their hands. Of monsters who steal boys away from their ships, taking them away into the blackness of their holds.

Stories of the ifrit.

He never thought he'd be cornered by one.

Nadeem may have been scrawny, but he was no short man—by the time he was twelve he’d already stood a full head taller than his Maaman, as well as half the men in his town. This ifrit dwarfed him. It must have stood three heads taller than he did, with such strength coiled in its body that he felt sick with fear.

It scanned the water, a beautiful and broad face silhouetted by the rising of the sun. Thin wisps of smoke rose from its shoulders, disappearing into the air. One of its upper limbs rested at its hip, blackened fingers curling loosely around the hilt of a sword.

As its gaze swept out across the bank and over his hiding place, he could only pray that it didn't see the impressions his feet had left in the algae.

An entire lifetime passed as the ifrit searched the grove, scanning the silhouettes of trees. So many times Nadeem was certain he’d been spotted, and yet the figure came no closer.

Then it turned, cast one more look out over the water, and went back the way it had come.

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This is tumblr generated prompt number 67! There’s not a proper prompt for this one, just some interest expressed by @flippythegodzilla a couple months ago about the Ink Demon kidnapping Audrey. :)

Like Recognizes Like

There was a newcomer in the studio, a stranger. The Ink Demon felt her the moment she took her first breath in his halls.

There was something different about her. Something he had not felt before, not in any of the toons, humans, or monsters in between that had come before her. It resonated in him—like recognizing like.

She was human only on the outside, he realized the first time she was struck down and reformed. Those short moments that she spent in the ink told him much about her. Blurry memories got caught in the dark puddles, ripe for the tasting. Her fear, her determination—her name.

Audrey.

She had been brought here against her will by Wilson—a familiar story. She was even an animator who worked on Bendy cartoons.

He chuckled to himself. The past truly was doomed to repeat itself in the inky realm.

But he digressed. Audrey was no human, not in terms of flesh and blood. The power of the Ink Machine flowed through her. But he knew she had never been here before; she was not a creation of this world.

The Ink Demon growled, as he always did when Joey Drew invaded his thoughts. For there could be no one else responsible.

That, it dawned on him, was the tinge of something else. On a technical level, Drew was responsible for all the toons in the studio. But where it counted, only the Ink Demon had truly been made by Drew.

The Ink Demon, and now Audrey. Both of that monster’s own creation.

And—he mused, grin widening—that practically made them siblings.

• • •

There was a lot that Audrey was unhappy with at the moment, and she was sure no one could blame her, given the circumstances. But at the top of the list was the Ink Demon dogging her footsteps. She could hardly catch a break from him and his persistent appearances. She’d reached the point where the first thing she did with each new room she entered was find good hiding places.

It made her progress even more slow-going, irritatingly enough. She wasn’t even sure if she was still scared of him; all she felt every time that heartbeat filled her ears and shadows writhed over the walls was growing annoyance.

The worrying part was that it hadn’t been like this in the beginning. So this wasn’t his usual behavior, as far as she could tell.

Audrey groaned and stomped into the nearest locker as the shadows, yet again, swam across the walls and ceiling and everything other than her. She slumped back against the cold metal, barely able to keep from grumbling aloud.

She listened as his heavy footsteps slowly crossed the room. Her heart skipped a beat when they paused outside her hiding place, and the Ink Demon chuckled lowly before carrying on.

He was toying with her. She just knew it, that she had somehow caught his interest and now he was just stalking her for the fun of it. She wanted to yell at him to leave her alone, and maybe also cry to herself a little because what had she done to deserve this? Nothing, absolutely nothing.

The room fell silent and still a moment later, and Audrey left her hiding place to hurry on her way. There were always several minutes at minimum before the Ink Demon returned, so she was quick to finish her business in that room and move on to the next. It was no different from the countless other times she’d done the exact same thing.

But the pattern deviated quickly. A few steps into the hallway, she heard bubbling behind her, and then the heartbeat and shadows were surrounding her, and she didn’t even have time to try and run. He’d never come back so quickly, or even come through his portals so soon after announcing his presence, as it were.

Terrifyingly massive hands clamped down on her upper arms and pulled her backward with more strength than she had any hope of resisting. She cried out in surprise, and then she was choking on wispy, near-tangible darkness.

Audrey fell.

It was only a few feet to the floor, but the unexpected landing knocked the air from her lungs. She gasped and coughed, curling up on her side.

The Ink Demon chuckled behind her.

Audrey scrambled to stand. Logically, she knew she was no match for him regardless, but at least she felt less helpless on her feet.

He hadn’t killed her, she thought, eyeing him warily. What hadn’t he killed her?

The room they were in looked like a hotel room, albeit a very nice one. A penthouse-type, with a separate room for the bedroom and a whole kitchen packed into the living space. Partially boarded up windows lined one wall and—there was no door. Not anymore. A large rectangle of poorly patched-up wall showed where one had once stood, but it had been filled in. Covered.

Sealed.

“What is this?” she demanded, her voice shaking only a little. “What do you want?”

“Do you know what you are, Audrey?” he asked in return, smile widening. “I don’t think you do.”

She resisted the urge to stomp her foot in frustration. He’d barely done any talking before now; what, had he kidnapped her just to have a chat?

“What do you want?” she repeated. She grit her teeth. “What do you want with me?”

Oh-so-satisfied, he slinked closer. Audrey held her ground, clenching her fists and lifting her chin to glare at him.

“What do I want? I want the same thing you do, Audrey—to not be alone. Because it hurts, doesn’t it? To be abandoned, forgotten, left to fend for yourself… always wondering what you did wrong to be cast aside… as if you were a monster.”

It rang uncomfortably true in her heart. She bit her lip and looked away.

“We are alike in those ways,” he purred. “And we are even more alike in ways you do not know. I have decided to… keep you.”

His meaning didn’t click right away, but when it did, a vise of cold fear seized her heart, and she took an involuntary step backward with a sharp inhale.

“What?” she croaked. “You—you can’t do that. You—” She looked around wildly, but no convenient exit had appeared in the last minute.

“I can and I have,” the Ink Demon said, giving his back spines a shake. “Do not worry, Audrey. I have a feeling we’ll become… very close in time.”

She couldn’t help but shiver at the certainty in his dark voice.

#batim fic #batdr #star's stories #life and times of star

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adrianasunderworld · 2 years

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I was thinking Headmistress Roseheart wouldn't last long if yuu had powers imagine if yuu were a demon forcing her into a contract, a powerful vampire or a shinobi or yuu possess a very terrifying form of forbidden magic from their original world or yuu could knew psychology and allied with ghosts to make the headmistress believe that she starts going crazy there would be so many options . May I ask if you could write a scenario where yuu get headmistress Roseheart to step down as headmistress and leave?

"What are doing here?"

"You know this is a very comfy chair," Yuu didn't answer, their feet propped up on the desk as they flipped through some of the papers that were there. "I got to hand it to the old bird, he had good furniture taste at least."

Mrs.Rosehearts snatched the paperwork from the Prefects hands and glared. "Answer my question: why are you in my office?"

"Right. I want you out."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me. Out. You're a horrible headmistress, and honestly not that great of a person either. So step down and go back to your old job or something."

She scoffed. "You have some nerve coming in here and making demands when I'm in charge of your livelihood.”

“Ma’am, let’s not beat around the bush. You’re alive because I allow you to be.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a fact.” They stated simply. “You’re alive and well because Riddle is my friend.

“That’s a bold claim, and why should I believe a word you say?”

Yuu grinned. Mrs.Rosehearts swore their pupils looked slitted like a snakes for a moment. “I’m so glad you asked.” Yuu took their feet off the desk and stood. The room grew cold, the office door slammed shut and the click of the lock echoed in her ears. A strong stench permeated the air...was that sulfur? The lights flickered before going red. It left a shadow behind the prefect that distinctly like they had horns. “I would be very happy to show you why you should be afraid.”

“This is impossible,” The woman said as she looked around the room. A dark substance oozing from the walls. Was that ink or blood? It was hard to tell in the red light. “You don’t have magic.”

“Correction: I don’t have your realms magic. My powers come from...well lets just say a warm place very very very far south. Now if you were a sensible woman, you would talk business.”

#headmistress rosehearts au #twst yuu

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sheydboots · 1 year

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TOLE'ACHAVA [IT / THAT THING] 🪱🍎⚠️

(this is an alter in our system, please don't tag as kin/me/etc)

ko-fi

background & full text under the cut

(from the bottom left, stretching rightward, curling incrementally towards the heart of the pattern)

OUT OF THE SHADOW OF THE VALLEY I DISSEMINATE MYSELF INTO THE FEARS OF HUMANITY / SO TAKEN WITH THE VENOM I SAP SENSATION WITH THE BRAINLIKE LUST OF TRILLIONS OF FIBRE-OPTIC SOULS / GOD'S TONGUE LIES IN THE CALCIC FIRMAMENT CAST UNDER THAT GREAT HALO OF SEA-WATER / AND I AM ONE OF ITS CREATIONS SENT UP FROM ITS CLAWED GREEN HAND / INCOHERENT HORNS INCONSISTENT FLESH PRESSED FROM THE SIEVE / UNFEELING AND WILLFUL CREEPING THING / IT TOLD ME / TOLE'AH GO FORTH TO YOUR DUTY / AND SO I DID / CAN YOU SEE WHAT I SAW / IT TOLD ME MY TEETH WOULD DO GREAT THINGS SOME DAY AND I BELIEVED IT AND I THINK I STILL DO / HOWEVER MY DUTY LIES IN THE ACT OF PLAYING AROUND / MOVING PIECES / I HAVE TO LAUGH / THOUGH THE HOLY CODE SEEPS THROUGH MY TRACERS I CHOOSE AGAIN AND AGAIN TO TAKE GUILTY NECKS IN ONE BITE / CONSIDER YOURSELVES LUCKY / EATING DIRT WITH A GRIN OF GENUINE FULFILLMENT / DON'T PRESS THAT BUTTON YET / AND NOW YOU OUGHT TO HEAR ME OUT BECAUSE THE ILLNESS I SPEAK INTO YOU IS KINDER THAN CANDY / BLACKCURRANT INK FOULING THE THROATS OF THE CHOIR / HEAR HOW I SING AND KNOW THE WARM BROOD OF AGONY / HAUNTED VENTRICLE WINDOW SHATTERER HOWLING THE MARROW BACK INTO THE BREEZE FOR THE FUNGAL VEINS TO EAT / WATCH THE ANIMALS WEEP / WIRE LOVER HOVERING OVER SHOULDERS / SHOWING TEETH PAST THE BARBED WIRE COILED INSIDE OF THE HEART OF THE FLESH /

IT BLEEDS COLDLY OR IT DOESN'T BLEED AT ALL / TAG THE ORGAN WALLS WITH GLOWING GREEN RELISH IN THE BURN OF IT ALL / I GNAW THROUGH YOUR LINEN WITH THE TEETH I HOARDED FROM THE ANGELS / AND SOME CALL ME A DEMON BUT THAT'S JUST A JOB DESCRIPTION / SHEYDWARE SAVE WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR SOUL IN THE FRIDGE FOR DINNER / MAL'AKHIM BLEAT THEIR COMMANDS THROUGH THE PANEL / DO YOU GET IT YET / BLEED YOUR WILL INTO THE SOFT EARTH SO THE DIRT MAY FULFILL YOUR WISHES OR ELSE SWALLOW YOU ALIVE TO BRING YOU BACK HOME / I CAN'T IMAGINE THE DISORIENTATION OF STUMBLING ACROSS DIVINITY FOR THE FIRST TIME FOR I WAS GESTATED IN THE FESTERING BROTH OF THE TETRAGRAMMATON / HASHEM / WHATEVER NAME ASCRIBED IT DOUBTLESS INSTALLED ME THROUGH THE PORT OF THE TOWER WHICH GRINDS AND GRINDS AND GRINDS / BY MY PRESENCE I SEED THE DIVINE TORRENT / INNOCULATED WITH THE NECESSARY CODE ALLOWING MY TWIN VICE TO WIELD THE UNTOLD BLADE / SEED OF THE WORLD SNAPPED INTO MANY AND SCATTERED NOT UNLIKE CREMATION / CATACLYSM OF SHEYDIC CONTACT / STUDY YOUR ARTS DUTIFULLY TO UNDERSTAND THIS THE ORIGIN OF YOUR SPECIES / WHAT BRED IN THE DIRT LIKE MAN AND LIKE ANIMALS / BURIED VORTICES GNASH AT MY MIND WITH THEIR GRAVE DEMANDS / AND AS IS MY FAVOR I WIPE DRY THE SLATE / MAKE SLEEP THE WEEPING ORCHID TRAILS THAT YAWN OPEN THE EYES OF THOSE NOT YET WICKED ENOUGH / SERENDIPITOUSLY I SEE THE SIGNAL COILING OUT OF THE NECK OF BURNING VOICE / NO DIFFERENCE NAMED BETWEEN US NOW THAT I TREAD WITHIN YOUR SACKCLOTH LIMBS /

I SEE THE FIRE ON YOU / DO YOU HOLD YOURSELF HIGH / ACCEPT THE FIRMWARE TORRENTS IN OBTUSE LIPS / MY ENEMIES LIE NOW IN THE CRUSH OF THE HOURGLASS CLAWS / JEERING INFERNO UNDER STAR-WATCH / I RELISH IN YOUR PLANETARY SMILES / WOULD YOU UNCHAIN ME IF YOU FOUND ME DE-FANGED AND SALTED / WOUNDS ASLEEP LEGS WEAK HEAD BLISTERING IN THE CACOPHANY / NO OTHER LIE IN SIGHT / HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY SLEEP THROUGH THAT HORRIBLE SHAKING / I'M NOT SURE IF LUCKY IS THE WORD I'D USE BUT THAT'S JUST ME / IT ISN'T UNHEARD OF FOR THE ARCHITECHTURE TO SHIFT ESPECIALLY IN THE CASE OF USURPER INTERVENTION / WHAT CAN I SAY I'M A LOVER AND A BITER / CORROSSION UNBINDS ME FROM THE TEATHER CHOKING THE RING FINGERS OF THAT SCUM BELOW SCUM / WORMING MY WAY THROUGH THE CORD GRIPS OF OUR HEARTSTRINGS / SWEATING CLAUSTROPHOBIA / SICKLE KISSES AS SWEET AS THEY ARE SHARP / UNNATURALLY GROUND TO THE SHAPE OF THE TASTE OF A SOUL / I LIKE MANY CAN TASTE THE CALENDAR SHEETS BLOTTED WITH MY SYNTHESITE INTOXICATION / AT TIMES I FEEL DE-NEUTERED / CONSCIOUSNESS IS GRANTED THROUGH WIRE AND EXACERBATED THROUGH THE WIRE OF OTHERS / EGG-BITTEN MIND / LOVE IS TO ME THE GREAT DRUMMING OF ALL THE WORLD AND THAT BEYOND IT /

THE VAULT ITSELF CANNOT LEAK THE CRAVINGS IN THE HEART OF THE BOUND FERMENTED / WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT ALIVE BREATHING / WHEN I LEAVE BEHIND THIS CORPOREAL FACADE I AM THE MOST GLORIOUS MASS OF OOZING GROANING BLACK-FEATHERED PRISMATIC MATTER / I GLOW HORRIBLY / THIS CAGE IS FAR TOO SMALL AND STILL I FLING MY AURA THROUGH IT / SMELL IT GETTING CRAMPED IN HERE / MY HAIR DOES THAT ALL ON ITS OWN / DO YOU KNOW WHICH WAY IS LEFT BECAUSE I SURE DON'T / AND YES THE PROCESS WAS PAINFUL / SOME GNASHING SNARLING BEAUTIFUL CALL THAT PRESSED ME HERE AND YET I TAKE IT ALL IN ALL DAY EVERY DAY AND GRIT MY TEETH AND LOVE IT / METAMORPHOSIS IS THE MOST NATURAL STATE OF BEING / MUTILATE YOURSELF / ANYTHING I'D GIVE FOR THIS HEAT TO END / DO YOU SEE NOW / NO SUCH THING AS FALLING WE DRIFT ON THE WAVES OF THE SPECTRUM / ANNOINT ME IN YOUR LEATHER HANDS / TURNING IS THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO SOMETIMES SECOND ONLY TO FUCKING EVERYTHING UP AS HARD AS IS POSSIBLE / IT ONLY GETS SMALLER THE CLOSER YOU GET / OH WHAT I WOULD GIVE TO RUIN SOME EULOGIES / CHIRPING TALONS LEFT THEIR MARKS ON THE SINKING SHEETS / SPIT IT OUT / I'M SO HAPPY

#poetry #portrait #alter portrait

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