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crxshed-skxlls · 8 months

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Heya!

If they are still open, may I request some nsfw headcanons with colorful! L.j? Do you think he’d act differently from his faded self when he’s intimate with the reader? And can it me f reader as well, please 🙏 💕

Love your writing, man! Stay safe out there!

Very interesting concept, Anon. Your wish is my command 🙏

— ❝ 10 Colorful!Laughing Jack x Fem!Reader

NSFW tags: First times, oral sex (f recieving), pnv sex, protected sex, praise, teratophilia, biting/marks, and experimentalism elements, sub/dom elements

At first, Jack would be clueless to your hints. Every time you would sit on his lap or subtly move closer to his face, he wouldn't exactly get the hint. Only until you tell him does he finally starts to click everything together.

Since it would be his first time with anything of the sorts, he would be hesitant and nervous. Though, he wouldn't mind trying a new thing and experimenting with you.

Unlike his traumatized self, Colorful!LJ would lean more into soft dom/verse territory. He would always praise you, giving you gentle kisses as he stretches your cunt out with his dick. He would always get flustered when you took control however, becoming a whimpering mess with your praise and hypnotic attitude.

Colorful!Jack would totally use protection. Unlike the rough, unprotected sex that his darker version resides.. He's more gentle and giving when it comes to his first time actually having sex with you.

Jack would love to taste you. The way his tongue swirls around your swollen clit hungrily made you light headed for more. He would definitely give the best oral with that colorful tongue of his.

Jack would love to call you small pet names. Such as "Baby", "Toy", "Sweets", "Good girl", and "Dear" are the more common ones that he uses. His soft words always made your heart flutter as he pounded inside of you, blabbering soft praises to you.

Being a practical monster, Jack has an upper hand during sex. With his giant stature and cartoonish flexibility, he can provide a more interesting experience with sex than you could think. Though, he always makes sure to be careful with his plaything.

Jack doesn't like curse words or degradation during sex, although there are rare occurrences where he does end up breaking down.. And it's definately hot hearing him quiver a curse word or groan out a degrading comment.

Colorful!Jack would totally give the best aftercare in your life. The way his hands coil around your heavy figure as he mumbles precious petnames and praises as he attempts to clean you up a little bit. He especially loves when you two take bubble baths, playing childishly in the bubbles while he cleans you up.

Jack has a playful, teasing style to him that is quite charming in bed. The way he sparked needy whines from you as his tongue slowly slithers down your body sent you twinges of pleasure. The clown is also not opposed to cracking jokes or laughter in more awkward situations.

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yanphobia · 6 months

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Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 2

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 1 Index Chapter 3

Author's Note: hi im alive again

This is fine, you’re doing fine. Nothing is wrong.

If you kept telling yourself that, then maybe you’d start to believe it. The yacht was a decent size and very well decorated. It wasn’t even that far from the coast, only a few miles as it circled the bay for the evening, but despite acknowledging this, you felt like you were alone on a raft, stranded at sea.

Refusing to look out the windows, let alone go outside on the deck, you shifted your focus onto the guests around you. Seeing everyone so happy and carefree eased your stress a bit. People from the school that you and Sammie attended, Sammie’s family, Jonah’s family... this helped you remember that you were not alone. All of you were here, tonight, to celebrate the engagement together.

Although this took your mind off the fact that you were out on the water, it presented another fear – Sammie's engagement. You knew, in your heart, that this was her decision to make, but you also knew that she was making a horrible mistake. Jonah was a good man, true, but they were too young to take this step. It was too soon for Sammie’s life to change; you weren’t ready for her to leave you behi-

“There you are!” There she was. “Why don’t you come outside? The moon is coming out!”

“I don’t know, maybe in a little bit?” You offered, not trying to offend her.

“[Y/N]…" she said in that disappointed tone that you hated so much. “Is everything alright? You seem kinda off.”

“I’m fine!” you rushed to assure her, “I’m just a bit seasick.”

“Are you sure? You’re more quiet than usual...”

“Sammie, I-”

You wanted to tell her everything. You wanted to say how little her exposure therapy had helped you, how much you opposed this marriage, how afraid you were. But, even as a deafening, screeching sound reverberated through the yacht, you weren’t sure that you could.

It seemed like no time at all before the lights began flickering, and the guests began whipping their heads back in forth in utter confusion. And then... there was the panic. As the yacht jerked to the side, all the guests began to realize that a terrible accident had occurred. The lights had cut out entirely, and the yacht was rocking violently from side to side. It was apparent to everyone - the boat was sinking.

“Sammie!”

You stared into her eyes, now wide as dinner plates as she realized the situation. You were miles away from the shore, and with a free bar, it was virtually impossible for anyone to swim to safety.

“They have lifeboats!” You tried to calm her, “They have measures in place-”

Another rock, and people began screaming.

As the staff began rushing to contain everyone, you began to hear a familiar humming sound. Oh God, no. You felt numb as your hands began to shake. “No, no...” you murmured, trying desperately to get ahold of yourself. “This isn’t real, it’s all in your head... Sammie...”

You turned to her in an attempt to find something that could ground you, but as you saw the blank, distant look on her face, you could tell that she could hear it as well. The sound was coming from outside, just beyond the deck. Then she started to follow it.

“Sammie! No...!”

You weren’t quite sure what happened next, in all honesty. Everything was a blur, and yet time seemed to crawl by. Between the chaos of the sinking ship, your incoming panic, and your attempts to stop Sammie from leaving, you suddenly found yourself outside, grasping onto the rails of the deck with one hand and Sammie’s arm In the other.

The rocking had only grown more intense as did the sound. You could no longer lie to yourself that you were just imagining things, and your head began to feel light as you were forced to accept that there was something in the water below you. You struggled to stay standing as the yacht sunk down and the waves began crashing into you. There was a man calling out to you, and you were unsure if he was a guest or staff member.

Something crashed into the side of the yacht, causing it to rock violently. You used the momentum to roughly shove Sammie towards the man. Doing this caused you to lose your balance, and another sharp rock launched you backwards towards the balcony. You grabbed onto it for dear life, but your hands slipped off the wet rails and you were quickly tossed over the side. You were dead silent, in shock, as you plummeted into the dark waters below.

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Dying. You were dying.

You had to be; it was the only way to explain this feeling. Despite how hard you had tried throughout the years to prevent it, you were now experiencing your worst possible fear – drowning alone, forgotten, in the ruthless sea. You flailed your limbs reflexively, gracelessly, in hopes of pulling yourself back to the surface. You screamed; the water too dark to see anything with your bulging eyes as it forced its way down your throat and into your lungs. Your mind was racing, all of your regrets at the forefront of it. How could it all end this way? You had such potential, so many things that you wanted to do and experience – how could you die so soon, so pitifully?!

You could barely register the freezing water, or the hard ocean floor you laid on, as you felt your body being torn apart, unable to accept that you were being eaten alive. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you could feel your legs being broken, the salt of the water stinging the open wounds as your delicate flesh had been ripped off. Your skin split where your ribs were torn apart, your spine feeling as though it were being pulled from your body. Your eyes, your hands, your teeth – everything burned in the worst way possible.

Above, everyone scattered around in pure chaos, but below the surface the silence was deafening. Here it was just you and your attacker. You felt your lungs shift one final time, and you could’ve sworn that you heard yourself screaming loud and clear before your consciousness slipped away.

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edenspetals · 5 months

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 ( 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕 " 𝒈𝒐𝒅" )

“ the grim reaper? a phantom? a monster? ’

“ worse. where do you think the saying 'don't look into the trees' came from? ’

#— ꒰🥀꒱ 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 ៸៸ moodboards ଓ.°#terato #terato x reader #teratophillia #teratophilia x reader #corrupt god #corrupt god x reader #sorcerer #sorcerer x reader #monster oc #monster oc x reader #monster boyfriend

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devourable · 11 months

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mykie is happy to hear y’all like him 🥹

#🌲 mykolas #inbox | anons #his design is a wip but i hope yall like it so far #yandere boy #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #yandere terato #yandere art #mine | art #terato x reader #terato

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derlost · 2 months

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❦~𝔊𝔫𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢 ˚₊‧⁺⋆♱

ABOUT~ °•*⁀➷ in which your daily library visit may blossom into something sweeter.

WARNINGS ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥really nothing tbh, there’s a bitchy library clerk but that’s about it, just fluff and an eager vampire, oh also the shakespeare book in the fic is entirely made up

AUTHOR’S NOTE ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥greetings again, everyone! if you’ve been here for a hot minute, you may have seen auguste listed on my alternate masterlist, and i decided it was finally time to introduce him. so, without further ado, meet your very own vampire, auguste lemercier!

you always liked the library down on oak boulevard. perhaps it was the aroma of wood and paper, perhaps it was the fact that it hadn’t been remodeled since the early nineteenth century, but perhaps it was the amount of books themselves.

you considered it your favorite place during your study abroad in france- tall rows of books that stretched on seemingly forever, wooden ladders to climb to reach the literature on the top shelves, and vintage lamps adorning the thickly-cut wooden tables. yes, you adored it all. the only thing that irritated you about it was the time change- instead of being able to enjoy your studying in the afternoon, it now felt as if you were up in the middle of the night- which irked you, but you eventually came to the conclusion that nothing could be done about it. so when you were taking your daily stroll into the normally peaceful library, you couldn’t help but quirk a brow at the man chatting anxiously with the library clerk.

he was dressed from head to toe in an outfit that could only be described as dashing- a white button up with frilly ruffles at his wrists and along the sides of the strip of fabric in which the buttons were inlaid, a tidy red vest overtop his rather maximalist shirt, and a black tailcoat. As your eyes travelled down his figure, you couldn’t help but focus on the tall socks the color of the night that rose to his mid-calves, and the garters holding them up. His shoes were prim and proper too- fancy and black, shined to perfection. as for the boy himself though, you couldn’t help but find him to be quite the looker. clean, ashen skin that appeared so smooth you doubted that the man had ever worked a day in his life, a halo of snowy white hair with the occasional auburn streak thrown in, and round, brown eyes that could nearly pass as red in the dim lighting. you quickly realized you were staring, and averted your attention to what he was saying instead, quietly walking over to one of the many tables in the establishment.

“please ma’am,” the young man urged with a note of desperation in his voice, his face contorting into a despaired expression, “you misunderstand. it is simply crucial that i obtain this book. are you sure you have no copies left?” despite you knowing better than to listen in on strangers’ conversations, you couldn’t manage to squash the niggling curiosity as to what book he was looking for. the library clerk sighed, reaching forward to push her black glasses up. ah, it was her- she seemed to mainly work wednesdays, and she wasn’t exactly the most considerate employee at the library. poor guy. “if you’re looking for ‘things of the thicket’, your best bet will be the library on the other side of town. if you have a phone number, we can notify you when…” the lady’s voice began to blur out in the background as you realized the book he was searching for was actually one you were planning on returning today. hastily, you clawed open your backpack, hands gentle as you dug for the familiar red cover, hopping out of your seat as you made your way over. “…i understand,” the boy said to the lady, “i’m terribly sorry to have inconvenienced you.” however, just when the receptionist had opened her mouth to reply, you cleared your throat, turning their attention to you. damn, you thought, his eyes rivaled the glare of a predator in pursuit of its next prey when he was focused. “I’m sorry to interrupt your conversation, but could this be the ‘things of the thicket’ you’re looking for?” you whispered the last part, gently extending the book in your hands.

it was a hard-to-find novel that was composed of poems written by the hand of william shakespeare that he never included in any of his other books. It included characters and short stories that his other books did not- which is what made it appeal to you in the first place. a paper cover protected the underlying fabric cover of the book- red, with an old illustration of a girl picking oranges on the front. meridith, you remembered, she was talked about quite frequently in shakespeare’s poems. the man’s eyes lit up at the sight of the book, and he cracked a toothy grin, his hands shaking as he reached out to take the novel from you.

“where-where did you find this-? i’ve nearly dug up the entire city looking for this book…” he said in a gentle voice, one far softer than he used with the library clerk. “oh,” you murmured sheepishly, toying with your sleeve, “i was actually the one that had it checked out. i couldn’t help but overhear you talking about it, and…yeah.” the man smiled again, gently tracing his fingers down the spine of the book as he parted his lips to speak again. “this was my mother’s favorite book when i was young. to see it again…” the library clerk cleared her throat, giving the both of you a look. “the maximum limit for renting a book out is a month.” the man’s expression fell, and you observed that his ears- which you just now noticed were adorably pointy at the tips- drooped. oh, what a shame- it seemed he misunderstood just what he could do here at the library. putting on a brave look, you dug through your pocket to find a twenty, sliding it over to the clerk with a glare. “keep the change.” you tagged on, and his face shifted into a look of confusion.

“what was that for?” “for you. keep the book, it’s all yours now.” the white-haired stranger seemed to piece two and two together, and his eyes widened as he waved his hands. “oh goodness me- no, i can’t possibly ask you to pay for me, that would be terribly inconsiderate…” “then consider it a gift,” you answered gently, giving him a soft grin. “after hearing that whole spiel about your mom, i don’t think i’d feel right making you return the book.” his look of shock soon morphed into a gentle smile, and he nodded his head in acceptance, his multi-toned hair bobbing with him. “if you insist, kind stranger…” he trailed off as he followed you on your walk back to the table. you entirely ignored the disgruntled librarian behind you two stashing your cash into her register.

“speaking of which, i never got your name…might i trouble you for it?” he murmured softly, watching curiously as you rearranged the objects inside your bag, zipping it back up. “my name is m/n.” “m/n, you say? how exquisite…oh, dear me, i almost forgot my manners! I am auguste, but simply august or auggie will do.” “auggie, huh? what a neat name.” you mused as you slung your backpack over your shoulder. the young man nodded eagerly, following you as you began to leave the oak boulevard library. “i understand it may be sudden, but might i treat you to a cup of tea at the teahouse just down the way? you seem like a kind person, m/n. i think we may do well to be friends.” with a chuckle you nodded, pushing open the large door and shuffling down the sidewalk beside your new friend, your only destination in mind the fleur street teahouse.

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sagemonsters · 8 months

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Kaia on ko-fi has a blind date with...

Stelios the Centaur

Stelios has the lower body of a chestnut draft horse and the upper half of a muscular, redheaded human man with lots of freckles. He works as a ranger in a large, mountainous wilderness park, and takes his job very seriously. He is always rescuing lost hikers and tending their injuries, and sometimes scaring off bears! He carries emergency medical and food supplies in his saddlebags and always has a helping hand at the ready.

Ecology is Stelios’ primary hobby, and it’s not just for work. He is very passionate about reforesting now-barren former woodland and getting rid of invasive species. He can talk for hours about it, but also wants to hear about your own interests and passions. He understands what it feels like to realize that you’re the only person in the room who truly cares about a particular subject, and knows how to push forward against other peoples’ indifference.

Stelios loves gaming, but unfortunately rarely has time for it due to the nature of his work. He’s easily frustrated by technology and prefers tabletop games to video games (and yes, his D&D characters are primarily druids). When you invite him to a TTRPG session, he makes every effort to clear his schedule and come to the event; he wants to make more friends.

Stelios drinks a lot of coffee… maybe too much. Although he isn’t picky about what kind of coffee he drinks, he makes a point of avoiding chain coffeeshops and tries to support small businesses in his area, especially ones owned by queer folks or else that are havens for marginalized people.

CW for giant arachnid (scorpion) + use of firearms

“Get on my back,” the centaur wearing a ranger’s jacket mutters to you.

“Why?” you mutter back, although you are nonetheless already very close to the centaur’s flank in the steep-sided, marshy gully.

“It’s doing a threat display,” the ranger explains, eyeing the giant swamp scorpion with its enormous, snapping pincers and venom-dripping stinger, “we don’t have much ti—”

The massive arachnid rushes forward at you, its legs thudding into the soft ground. You hoist yourself up onto the centaur’s back faster than you thought possible outside of an adrenaline-fueled emergency, and the centaur wheels around and gallops as fast as he can away from the threat—but not fast enough. The boggy terrain is slowing him down, and the swamp scorpion’s wide, flat feet help it move more quickly.

You pull a pistol out of the holster at your hip, twisting on the ranger’s equine back to fire off a few shots at the scorpion. Even on the back of a struggling centaur, your aim is true, and black ichor gushes from the scorpion’s new injuries. It squeals and twitches in pain, slowing down just long enough for the centaur to reach the end of the gully and start climbing up a slope onto firmer ground. Unwilling to leave its lair, the swamp scorpion remains behind to nurse its wounds.

“You could have used that a little sooner,” the centaur grumbles. “The noise of a few shots might have scared it, at least.”

“I don’t have a permit to hunt scorpions,” you explain. “I wasn’t sure I was allowed to shoot that thing.”

“You would have been in luck if you’d tried—they’re invasive, so we would pay you rather than the other way around—and self-defense is a valid defense against being fined. I’m Stelios, by the way.”

You introduce yourself as well, and Stelios lets you hitch a ride back to the nearest ranger station. Along the way, he offers some suggestions for how to replace your lost hiking and camping gear more cheaply, and you have a good time chatting with him and swapping emergency medical treatment tips. Once at the ranger station, the swamp scorpion’s lair is reported so that a better-equipped team can handle the giant arachnid, and a kindly human ranger offers you a ride in an ATV back to the park’s main entrance.

All in all, it turned out to be a pretty fun-filled day.

see here if you'd like your own blind date with a monster!

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dampsleeves · 16 days

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monster with a tail that's really sensitive, who makes little noises when you touch it >>>

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valentine-cafe · 2 months

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Red velvet cake

"I love when you leave bitemarks on me but they tend to fade so quickly..." *pout*

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 209 rishen ⊹ ۪ ࣪

. ˚◞꒰🥐 spider monster x reader, mad scientist x reader, villain x reader ꒱

a softness takes over your pouting lower lip as he swipes his thumb across it. a deep chuckle fills your ears before he pulls you in and gives you a quick peck.

“well, cariño,” rishen starts, voice the usual croon as his half-lidded hues pour into yours.

“I could always leave behind scars. . . would you prefer that?” his thumb runs down your neck, stroking at your throat before a kiss is placed directly over your pulse.

#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ loveletters — rishen o'hara 209 ꒱#terato #terato x reader #teratophillia #monster romance #mad scientist x reader #mad scientist oc #spider monster x reader #spider monster oc #yandere oc #yandere x reader #villain x reader #villain oc #monster oc #monster boyfriend #monster oc x reader #monster x reader #rishen o’hara 209 x reader #rishen 209 x reader

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kiasnocturnality · 2 months

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Which one of your characters has a thing for (consensual) hypno during sex? How would they react to their s/o asking them to be hypnotized? 👀

✩⋆ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: alois leblanc, desdemona nausikáa, va'ariniel ninelhuinn-taezerilen, taruqu'inel taezerilen 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: hehe this sounded fun <3 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, NSFW content, smut, hypno kink, dubcon

. * ⋆ . · 　. ALOIS LEBLANC

✭ context is what matters most to this vampire. He finds it rather dull to hypnotise you if you're just together in bed like any other night. He'd much rather know you're giving yourself to him of your own will and desire.

✭ however, if you've decided to initiate a chase, he'll love to hypnotise you once he gets close enough. He wants to see the foggy confusion as you forget why you were running at all and start to stumble as though sleepwalking straight into his arms. He'll weaken his hold over your mind once he's securely squeezing you close to him with a fanged grin.

✭ "Oh? Have you had a change of heart, my sunlight~?"

. * ⋆ . · 　. DESDEMONA NAUSIKÁA

✭ oh she'll love to do it. Desdemona has the most powerful hypnosis out of everyone here and can completely override your will with just a spoken word. But she won't just agree to it, oh no. She'll stay completely silent while you beg for it.

✭ She wants to prove that you're so desperate to be under her control even without her persuading you to feel such a way. She's smile at you with her black cherry lips as you kneel at her feet. Maybe she'll even reach out and stroke your cheek with her knuckles just to let you know when you're starting to do a good enough job of begging.

✭ "That's my sweet little thing... you'll listen to every word I say, won't you? You need my commands more than anything else in the world..."

. * ⋆ . · 　. VA’ARINIEL

✭ Va'ari knows she's a bit of a control freak and that extends to the bedroom too when she's not in the mood to just unwind and be the one getting pampered; so, you catch her interest when you suggest she mesmerise you in bed.

✭ she'll agree but she won't do it right away, oh no. She'll wait until she's settled between your thighs with her fingers curling up to rub against your sweet spot each time she pistons her two fingers in and out of your sticky pussy. She only needs to make eye contact with you to mesmerise you and so, just as you're on the verge of orgasm...

✭ "look at me, sweetheart. There you go~ don't look away... don't cum. You're not allowed to cum until I say so~"

. * ⋆ . · 　. TARUQU’INEL

✭ Taru... isn't actually all that into it. You're his piece of truth in his charade of a life and he wants to always see you as your most authentic self, never being pupeteered the way he is every day.

✭ though, it does give him another idea... for a split second, he mesmerises you and claims he's changed his mind, letting that warm and fuzzy feeling fall over you to lure him into believing he's keeping your mind hostage. Between slow, firm thrusts into your warm walls, he kisses and nibbles your ear as he asks you filthy questions and you answer honestly each time, believing you're being made to do so.

✭ "Look at how filthy you are... moaning all these dirty answers out f'me..." He laughs lowly, "And you haven't even been mesmerised at all..."

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crxshed-skxlls · 8 months

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May I request a Zalgo x Male reader fic? No other requests for it, just that you go all out with the kinks 🤭 (If you don't want to do a fic, headcanons would be great as well)

Ooo such a intriguing request! Dont worry, your sins are my command 🙏

— ❝ Technical Difficulties

Zalgo x Male!Reader fanfic

Word Count: 2k+

Plot: You had been an internet sleuth and explorer for a long time. While you scroll a forum you are met with an interesting "ritual" of an internet entity. You decide out of curiosity to follow such steps, and that was when you were faced with a lustrous entity...

Authors note; This fic is based a little more into the original Zalgo creepypasta, but it's a mix between fanon and canon Zalgo.

NSFW tags: Dubcon, Teratophilia, Dacryphilia, BDSM elements, "Sir" kink, Degradation, ass eating, anal sex, and breath play

Click, click, click went your keyboard as you mindlessly type and search. You weren't always this interested and curious about such trivial urban legends, but something about it made it all the more alluring. You had read up on a forum about a mysterious seeming virus or something that corrupted old Garfield and kid cartoons. At first, you couldn't believe what you were hearing about. After all, a demonic internet entity wasn't exactly the most sane and convincing narrative. Though, forums suggested that you could easily "summon" this sort of demonic malware. You sigh as you brush back the hair that stood lazily in your face as you scroll through reddit for more information.

Soon, you're met with a reluctant link from a user. You became a little suspicious, brows furrowing as you read the small message. "I believe that I found the site. If you view this image, you will summon Zalgo. Be warned," you haphazardly space out as you read the rest. Was this some sort of scam or malware? You didn't bother to heed whatever warning this user had as you clicked the link. You prayed that you didn't get a virus as the site slowly booted up. You're met with a simple Garfield comic, along with some scandalous advertising on the sides. You weren't familiar with the url, .xyz at the end of the link.

The Garfield comic wasn't super to say the least, and the set up was sketchy at best. It was the one where Jon was at his breaking point with Garfield and Odie, the final panel of him being dragged off in a straight jacket. It was unnerving, but you managed to pull through a bit. Your eyes wander the advertisements on the page, swallowing as you watch the promiscuous cartoon girls in compromised positions. For a second you notice a flash of black in the panel's image in the corner of your eye. You whip back to the panel but– nothing. It wasn't out of place at all. You had assumed it was just the late night scrambles of the caffeine intake you took.

Overall, you were slightly disappointed. You thought this was the real deal, and even refreshing the page did nothing but flash you with digital tiddies and the overwhelmed look of Jon's face. Your computer soon pings with a notification, which sends you to a very interesting feeling. Garfield.xyz wishes permission for audio reads in the small box. You are skeptical of what may happen, but you feverishly click the allow button. Nothing happens. Silence fills the room as you anticipate something, but nothing comes but the whispers of the night. You furrow your brows, becoming frustrated as you get up from your swivel seat. Little did you know that once your back turned to go grab some water, that all hell would break loose.

You grabbed the water bottle you had from the nightstand before you hear a gargled, metallic voice hum in the room.

"Y/N."

You can hear distinctly over the static crackles. Your blood runs cold as you are paralyzed with fear, your blood rushing through your body. You hear dark chuckles, the sounds of static and pixelated sounds grew louder. You shiver as your adrenaline readies you to dart out the room.

"Foolish mortals. You all just have to give into curiosity, do you?."

"Who–"

You whip your head back to find a horrendous sight. A black and red mass had crawled halfway out from the screen. You can see its massive horns and pixelated mouth as it attempts to crawl from the tiny screen. It wasn't long until the tall figure finally emerged, several mouths crossing it's body. It watches you with gleaming red eyes. You can feel yourself drop the water bottle, fumbling backwards before you fall into your bed. The being walks– no, prowls in your direction. It licks its sinister lips as it wanders over. You feel yourself stumble over your bed, your breathing becoming shallow.

"Wait – wait what I didn't know that was–"

"But you did. You knew deep down that you did."

The being hisses at your pleas as it stands over you. Your small form compared to his own was staggering. You couldn't believe your eyes as you watched Zalgo with a terrified look in your eyes. His giant hand quickly grabs you, pushing you further onto the bed with black claws. You can feel yourself tear up in fear and disbelief. This couldn't be happening, this was theoretically impossible. Zalgo's mouth curls into a mischievous grin at your pitiful struggle against his hand.

"You poor sack of flesh."

"Please don't –"

"Quit whining or I'll gut you right here."

You let out a whimper as you close your eyes, your hands grabbing the being's claws. You can soon feel a weird sound, the sound of ripping. You couldn't even process it, your eyes blurring your surroundings. Before you could even know it, your shirt was off. You feel a sense of confusion as you slowly flutter your eyes back open, just to watch Zalgo lick his lips. His other hand gently glides a clawed finger down your chest to your abdomen as the being examines you. You can feel your heart rate accelerate as your surroundings mute into blurs and dissociated colors at such an unreal event. You feel a strange heat pull into your body as you feel the rough touch of such an entity.

His claws were so rough, but they were firm in handling you. You feel yourself choke on your own words as you shiver in the being's grasp, hearing his dark words cut your dissociated thoughts.

"You're quite a compliant mortal, aren't you?"

You manage to croak nothing but terrified babbling at the weird compliment, gasping as you feel a claw tug at your sweatpants. You sheepishly try to kick away the monster to no avail, feeling his monstrous grip tighten slightly. You let out a squeak, making Zalgo chuckle under your pathetic struggle. The crimson orbs that stared hungrily at you made you gulp, your Adam's apple bobbing as you swallow.

"If you quit struggling, you'll feel much better than right now."

Zalgo's softer words hit your ears with a confused unfamiliarity, your eyes staring with a glint of puzzlement. His clawed finger soon pushes down under the hem of your sweats and boxers, making you gasp from the complicated touch that hits your hot body. The revealing your half hard cock makes you flush red, averting eye contact as Zalgo oggles your form. His eyes trail down your body, his hand laying plush against your inner thigh.

"You have such a soft yet alluring complexion. Who knew you would be into me."

"What– no, no I'm not. What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"

"For my own pleasures of course, why else would I ever do something so carnal?"

Zalgo trails off as his hands glide upward, his clawed digit tracing the growing cock in front of him. You suck a breath in, letting out a whimper as Zalgo teases your aroused organ. His touch was gentle yet sharp, and you can feel yourself warming up for such a foul tease like the devil in front of you. You want to deny it, a sick feeling of shame hitting you as you struggle to contain your hitched breaths and choked moans. You can feel Zalgo take his time toying with you, pulling you close. Your calves hit the sides of the devil's hips as he sits between you, toying with his newest possession.

"No, no I'm not into this, yet your anatomy says otherwise Y/N."

"You– You have no idea what I want."

"Oh, why yes I do. I know everything."

Zalgo's glitched tone hums in the room as his hand wraps around your penis. You feel yourself physically arch as he starts moving his hand up and down. You let out a moan, whimpering as you dig your nails into the plush sheets below you. Zalgo watches in amusement, chuckling at your miserable attempts of denial. You bit your lip, your hips sputtering into Zalgo's hand as you lose your composure. Zalgo patently watches, his other hand resting on your plush thigh.

"See, isn't that much better than defiance?"

"Mmnh–"

You shake your head, refusing to answer the teasing question before Zalgo rips another moan out of you. You cock throbs in his giant hand, dribbling some pre-cum that smeared on Zalgo's hand. You feel his hands leave your body, making you pause slightly. You gasp as you feel yourself lifted slightly from the bed, your legs instinctively wrapping onto Zalgo's shoulders. His claws grip your plush thighs so hard it threatens to break skin, leaving you whimpering in cowardice. You look up to meet with those same crimson eyes between your legs, dazzling like dark rubies. You open your mouth to say something, but–

"If you start whining now, I'll completely stop."

Your interrupted by his dark voice's commands. You shakily nod, hesitantly watching as the devil's tongue slithers out of his mouth. His warm, wet tongue laps at your ass. The weird sensation causes you to let out a hitched squeak, feeling his tongue rim your soft hole with a curious hum. You shiver as you helplessly feel Zalgo's tongue trace your bottom side, only for him to slowly insert his large tongue into you.

"Oh – oh God–"

You moan out loudly as you feel the light stretch of the wet tongue, his saliva providing a little bit of lubricant to get used to. He hums with a glitched sound, his tongue exploring your inside as he stretches you out. You feel yourself tremble as you moan and whimper, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turn white.

"Wait– wait it's too good, Zalgo please–"

You plead with a whimper, throwing your head back as you feel Zalgo tease your prostate with his inhuman tongue. Your cock drips pre cum slightly, dribbling from your urethra as Zalgo plays with your ass. His tongue slowly stretches you out, humming pleasantly as you quiver in his hands.You whimper, your breath hitching as Zalgo's tongue slithers out of you. You pant, eyes dilated as you watch Zalgo lewdly lick his lips.

"Hmmn, for a mortal you're much more delectable than I thought."

The devil practically purrs, his dark voice sending shivers down your spine. You soon are dragged more onto your bed, the devil between your legs. Your face reddened as you pant, catching your breath as your cock twitches with neediness. Zalgo's clawed hand scales your figure upwards, moving across the plush skin of your body. You soon feel something wet glide across your cock, making you gasp and gaze downward. Zalgo's slick cock laid with your penis, immensely bigger than yours. The small veins and textured sides of Zalgo's cock throb, making him let out a guttural groan.

"Wh– you expect that to fit?"

"I would assume so, I know your fleshy body can take it."

"No you don't!"

You snap back hesitantly, only to lay in fear as Zalgo narrows his eyes at you. You gasp as you feel his clawed hand wrap around your neck, pressing against the sweet spots that made you lightheaded. Your hands shoot up to the hand, the obvious slight choking making you distracted. Zalgo opens your legs wider, presenting your saliva slicked hole to him as you pant and groan. Panic fills your senses for a moment as you feel the tip of the devil's penis rub gently at your hole. Your eyes are set on Zalgo's, peering red eyes laying upon your figure.

"You are going to listen to me, got it? You will take it, and you will like it. Do you understand?"

"Y– yes, yes– "

You nod as you attempt to relax, Zalgo's hand releasing your delicate neck. You cough, swallowing the thick air around you as you watch intently. Before you knew it, Zalgo had slammed himself entirely inside of your walls. You let out a Yelp, hands grasping onto Zalgo's shoulders as you arch into him. Zalgo huffs, guttural groans and moans left in the air as you clench onto him.

"Breathe.. Relax…"

Zalgo slightly murmurs, making your cock twitch. Your hitched breathing slows slightly, only before Zalgo lifts and slams back into you again. Your body trembles as heat pools into your stomach, swirling with a pleasant pain. Your head spun as Zalgo shoves you back into the bed, his hand splayed out onto your chest as he thrust into you again. You both let out a moan, yours being a little pained as you feel the stretch of Zalgo making your body adjust to him. You whine as he puts a slow, almost painful pace.

"S- sir please–"

You whimper out, Zalgo's attention snapping into reality as his eyes wander your face in a bit of surprise. You grip your sheets again, looking at the small bulge that appeared everytime Zalgo sank his dick inside of you. Zalgo grunts, his breathing shallow as he thrusts into your tight ass.

"I– I need more sir, please–"

"You mortals and your words."

Zalgo hisses, effectively cutting you off with a hitched breath. The devious soon gradually picked up the pace, lifting your leg to dig deeper inside of you. You can tell how much he adored the pet name as his cock twitches inside of you. His red eyes peering into your eyes as he thrusts roughly into you.

"You just love being my personal fleshlight, isn't that right Mortal? Letting me have my way with your ass so shamelessly."

The carnal nature that dripped from Zalgo's dirty lips makes your cock tremble with precum. You let out your shameless whimpers, each moan bouncing in the room as you chase your high. The devil soon hits your prostate, allowing you to lose yourself more. Your chest heavily rises and falls against Zalgo's hand, tears glinting your pretty eyes. Zalgo gutturally growls, slamming himself into your prostate at a faster pace.

"My, my… Such a slut you are."

It wasn't long until you couldn't take it anymore, crying out as you finally shot translucent white ropes onto yourself. Your own cum leaves your abdomen a sticky mess, making Zalgo's breathing become faster. He continues to mercilessly slam into your ass, causing sparks of overstimulation to hit you. Rough panting and slapping of flesh fills the room as Zalgo continues to play with you. You can tell he enjoyed your painful pleasure as he groans and moans into your ears.

"Aah fuck, si- sir please–"

You whimper and whine as you feel a second orgasm approaching, feeling Zalgo's cock bury into you more with each thrust. Zalgo soon grasps at your hips, lifting you up slightly as he sputters his hips into your ass. Soon enough, Zalgo buries himself deep into you, groaning as he shoots hot ropes into you. You twitch and squirm, moaning out as you cum for a second time. Soft panting and trembling breathes echo through the room. Sweat, sex, and heat lifted in the air as Zalgo clings to you. You grimace as you feel Zalgo leave your entrance, a slight spark of ache running through you. Zalgo keeps you in his claws as he wraps his arms around you, practically coiling around your body. His glitched, dark voice erupts from the silent room.

"You did well dear mortal… If you're ever that good again, I might just have to keep you."

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Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 3

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 2 Index

Author's Note: howdy @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911

You never could have predicted waking up. Your eyelids were so heavy that you had to wait a little bit before attempting to open them, only to be met with a blurry cave ceiling when you did. Your head was pounding, the air was thick and cold, and your aching body felt like it weighed a million pounds... but you were, undeniably, alive.

You groaned as you tried to lift your head, but the world spun around you when you did. Instead, you had to settle for staring at the ceiling, at the odd plants swaying strangely in the breeze, until you regained your strength. The light danced against the rocks in a way that seemed alien, and yet familiar all at once. You managed to turn your head to the side, and immediately regretted it.

There was a hand laying there, far too close to your face. It was humanoid in shape, but just barely. At first, you had thought that it belonged to a waterlogged corpse, but your eyes could not tear themselves away from the grotesque claws that served in place of its fingernails. You groaned again and your finger twitched as a reflex, which, to your shock, caused the hand’s finger to twitch as well. You did it again, and again, the hand responded. You curled your fingers inward, and the hand replicated your movement. You could feel the sharp claws of the hand prodding their way into your palm, and you quickly realized that this thing was attached to you.

You thought of the foreign weight pinning you from the waist down. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at it. You clumsily raised your other hand, now painfully aware of the claws on its fingers, and forced yourself to touch your thigh, only to wretch it away when you felt a heavy mass of flesh covered with scales instead.

Don’t look, don’t look...! You told yourself, but you did not heed your own advice.

Instead of legs, there was only a large fish tail, complete with grey-green scales and fins unlike anything you had ever seen before. When you gasped, the gills on your ribcage flared open, exposing the vibrant red flesh within them.

The panic was immediate. You struggled in a pathetic attempt to detach yourself from that strange looking thing, crying out as you did so. Everything hurt, everything felt so wrong... and all you could think about was escape. You hadn’t even realized that you were not alone.

“[Y/N]? [Y/N], it’s okay! You’re not hurt! Just, please try to calm down...!”

It was a masculine voice, but when you looked up, you saw a disgusting creature looming above you. It’s a corpse, it’s a dead body, your frantic mind screamed at itself as you stared into that horrid face, that greyed skin, those milky eyes. It spoke your name again, and you screamed out loud, only for thick, cold air to rush into your mouth when you did so. No, not air, you realized, water, as you felt it enter your lungs. Oh God...!

Humans were not supposed to inhale water... You could feel yourself crying, choking, as you struggled to gulp the substance that was currently forcing its way into your system. Oh God, it hurt so much...!

You screamed even harder. Your chest burned as your vision began to swim. The creature above you said something as it grabbed onto your shoulders. As you looked upon its horrific face, the true reality of your situation began to dawn on you. Somehow, it managed to help you by covering your mouth and forcing you to breathe through those awful things on your ribcage. Somehow, it managed to calm you down enough to attempt to explain everything.

You felt sick as the creature told you about the things he had done to you. He had destroyed the ship that had kept the two of you separated from each other. He had done everything he could to alter your body so that it may be able to live in the sea with him. He had brought you here, to this underground cave, so that you may recover from your transformation in privacy.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he said, “I’ll help you. I’ll teach you everything - “

It felt like a nightmare. You couldn’t seem to get a grasp on the world around you, only instead focusing on escaping the horrible scene that you were trapped in. You began to crawl, rather pathetically, just to get away from here, anywhere but here...! “No -! Ugh, no...! I don’t want this. Don’t want to live like this...!”

You were stopped by an authoritative hand on your... tail. You could feel his claws threatening to dig into your flesh, and when you gained the courage to look at him, you saw him flip his own tail in irritancy.

“[Y/N],” he said, “it’s time to calm down. This behavior is unbecoming of you.”

His eyes were so cold, so lifeless... and you felt so terribly alone. There was no one here to help you, no one to make you feel safe or heard, and before you could stop yourself you began to cry. God, it was so shameful! You meekly covered your face with your horrible new hands as you begged the merman for privacy. The more you cried, feeling much like a small child, the harder it became to stop, and eventually you were unable to hear anything that he had to say.

At some point, he gave up, swimming back into the darkness as you were left alone to console yourself in a cold, undersea cave.

How could any of this feel real? Your fragile human mind struggled to take in all the information being thrown at it. All the new sensations that you were feeling. The dismal realization that this was your new reality, and that you’d never be able to return to any semblance of the life you had known before.

You cried again, grieving the loss of your humanity, with only the silent, cold waters of the ocean there to hear you.

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edenspetals · 5 months

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NICO

.*𓆩♡𓆪⸸･ﾟ “the red flags are big but so is my dick” :)

𓆩♡𓆪.SEX: god male

𓆩♡𓆪.SEXUAL ORIENTATION: yes

𓆩♡𓆪.SPECIES: demon? incubus prince? sex machine? the name you'll be screaming tonight? a nuisance for sure. Half demon prince, half human

𓆩♡𓆪.NAME: Niccolo Cifarelli

𓆩♡𓆪.NICKNAMES: nico, nilo, "the angel of art department", nicky, asmoday, the son of asmodeus, your highness

𓆩♡𓆪.OCCUPATIONS: prince of second circle of hell (lust), art student and a barista

𓆩♡𓆪.AGE: 246-ish

𓆩♡𓆪.BIRTHDAY: 6/9 nice (6th september)

𓆩♡𓆪.HOMETOWN: hell/woods in Italy

𓆩♡𓆪.HEIGHT: 195 cm

𓆩♡𓆪.APPEARENCE:

𓆩♡𓆪.EYECOLOR: Nico's eye color changes accordingly to his emotions, thats why he hides his eyes with glasses or his hair. Usually they are blue with brown hues, but can have hints of purple when he use his demonic powers, when he's angry or feeding himself with sexual energy, blood or flesh.

𓆩♡𓆪.HAIR: thick dark hair that cannot decide if it's black or dark brown, wavy and fluffy.

𓆩♡𓆪.BODY INFO: Nico's body is ripped. he use a lot of his time working out and carrying weight, art equipment and stones or clays since he likes sculpting. all that activities helped to turn him into a very strong guy. He also enjoys deadlifting and helping his dad with mechanics when he's fixing up cars.

𓆩♡𓆪.SKINCOLOR: Nico has a tanned skin thanks to the amount of time he gets under the sun helping his mother with orange harvest and sketching people.

𓆩♡𓆪.ABOUT NICO: son of asmodeus himself and a human woman. his mother died in Triora centuries ago being judged as a witch, when in fact she was just a very beautiful young and intelligent woman without a husband and refunsing to marry a old man.

when nico's mother arrived in hell, the demon asmodeus was amazed by her beauty and kindness, he decided to woo her and take her as his wife. she was strangely kind even though she was in hell. Asmodeus knew that someone had probably misjudged her and sent her to hell, which at this point was a daily basis (seriously heaven/hell bureaucracy is a mess), but asmodeus didn't want to lose her and decided to hide her existence. asmodeus waited years for her to feel comfortable enough to get into a relationship and copulate with him and together they had only one child: Niccolo.

Niccolo was born human and very weak, unfortunally the infernal air was not good for his weak human lungs, he was always coughing a lot so Asmodeus took his wife and children to a wood cabin to live in the human world. years passed and despite the efforts of his mother and father, unfortunately Niccolo died at the age of 13, due to the plague and his fragile health, on the island of Poveglia, along with other infected people. Asmodeus knew that he could not interfere with his son's death, otherwise the boy could become a lost soul without memories of his life, however de demon lord had a little bit of hope that maybe his son could turn into a demon when he died.

after Niccolo's death, a search was made after all the dead souls hoping to find Asmodeus's son but without success. Nico disappeared for about 200 years until a young boy suddenly appeared in hell, looking for his parents, saying that heaven was too boring

"I really tried be a good boy, but I couldn't do anything and they were already pointing their swords at me.”

when asmodeus learned that the heavens had kept his son for all this time, he was pissed, but at his son's request nothing was done and he wouldn't declare war to heaven... this time

"it took me a long time to see you father, and I don't want to look at any angels so soon"

Niccolo was now dead, and as Asmodeus predicted, he became a demon and a refused soul (when you ascend to heaven but get kicked out). asmodeus was proud while Nico's mother was slapping his shoulders while crying after so much time without seeing her only son.

after spending time with his family, Niccolo had been given the title of Asmoday, reborning as a hell's prince, and no one demon ever speak his name again. * (please check trivia for more information)

𓆩♡𓆪.PERSONALITY: even if he's flirtatious, full of shit and sometimes mysterious, he's kind and caring, he's a goofball honestly. his demonic personality does get the best of him sometimes, he can't fight the urge of making jokes and stealing people's heart with his looks (and he will seduce you in purpose, yes) but at the same time he's also clumsy and cute.

hes the type of guy that makes every woman's heart beat fast not matter the age, the type all mother want to their daughters. the way he talks to mrs. Amelia, an old lady and his neighbor, like she's young again, it's so cute, and it's so beautiful to see her smiling and blushing because of the compliments that Niccolo has said. he knows that a little compliment makes the day of the old lady.

"Oh Mrs. Amelia, you're shining today! May I have the pleasure of your company to the train station my lady?"

Nico also enjoys his time alone, listening to music or running early in the morning, calisthenics or painting. But there's nothing he enjoys more than vacation, when he goes back to Italy and can see his parents in the human form, and pretend they are normal humans for a bit, helping his mother taking care of her farm, and helping his dad when he's messing up with old cars. that one hobbie made Nico a big fan of races, it's not rare seeing him in street racings with his white nissan 180sx and believe me, he's fast as fuck when wants to win.

Nico is like a puppy dog when in love, he'll cherish and love you, you're going to be his sun, his moon and all hi starts, he'll draw you, sculpt you and kill for you if necessary. he´s the type that would wear a "my girl is hotter tahn you" shirt and he would be proud about it, even if he's supposed to be bad, if you ask, he'll be the most loyal puppy in the world. but don't be surprised if one day you wake up with a very hungry half demon boyfriend next to you needing sexual energy. after all he's kind of the prince of sex demons and when incubus fall in love they can only feed from his beloved and oh boy he's insatiable.

𓆩♡𓆪.LIKES: playing bass, cars, sculping, oranges and tangerines, messing with cars, iced coffee with 2 spoon's of sugar and milk, cats, the smell of rain

𓆩♡𓆪.DISLIKES: flu, hospitals, extreme unhygienic people and places, blank pages, when he miss a race, pure milk (he only drinks milk with chocolate powder or sugar). Cooking (he can't cook for his life), churches

𓆩♡𓆪.TRIVIA:

names are sacred to demons, so when a demon makes himself known he is given a false name or title. Some demons are so ancient that we only know their titles. If you speak the real name of a demon, you can end up dying or you will feel enormous pain. The only ones who can speak a demon's name are those close to them or to whom the demon has made a confession (the act of telling the demons name).

can't cook for shit, but he's very good at making drinks. he work as an barista with Yao Mei.

each demon has a way of protecting its name, by telling it to everyone and putting a seal on themselves, or being so powerful that even if everyone knows it won't change anything. Or killing everyone who knows their name.

#.Nico #oc x reader #terato #monster oc #oc #monster oc x reader #monster smut #demon #demon oc #demon x reader #terato x reader #monster boyfriend x reader

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