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Hate to bother, you don't have to write it now but did you get my ask about Lizard or did Tumblr eat it

No bother! I think Tumblr indeed got peckish and ate it, I have no Lizard asks.

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how are you?

Is finals week for me....send help....

But more importantly, how are you? Doing ok? I hope you're well.

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A NSFW alphabet with godzilla with s/o

The big lizzerd need more ❤️

I mean...I'm partial to Mr. Kong myself, but Godzilla could get it if he asked nicely.

We all know what's under the cut:

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Godzilla is very touchy feely after you two make love. There's nothing he adores more than curling up against you, nuzzling into you, and making sure you're well taken care of. He's surprisingly good at checking in on you, getting snacks should you need it, and generally making sure you're satisfied and comfortable.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Godzilla really doesn't care about his body, but if he had to chose it would be his spines. When he first was courting you, they would change colors.

You favorite body part of his is your hands. You can scratch where he needs when he needs. Non Sexually or otherwise.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Fuck, he loves cumming inside you. When he's in heat, he does it so much that it drips out of you eventually. There's nothing like making you his personal little dumpster a few days out of the year, if you get my meaning.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He doesn't really have one. He's pretty open and honest with you about his wants and needs, and hopes you're open with him too.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He's got no experience. But he's a fast learning, and a good teacher, so things go pretty smoothly. By the end of a week, he's very much an expert on pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.

F= Favorite position

Doggie style. He doesn't have to worry about his claws scratching you, and his hands are used to brace himself upright. It means he can get a little rougher with you.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Godzilla takes mating with you very seriously. There's very little room for you two to joke. He IS trying to continue his species after all. (He knows logistically he can't, but instincts and all. Besides, who knows what trick Mothra has up her sleeves?)

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He has no hair, but he keeps his scales clean and barnacle free.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

It depends on the mood. He can either be romantic, flashing you with his spines to set the mood. Or he can fuck you until you walk funny the next day. It's up to you.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He doesn't not. Why jack off when he's got you?

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Voyeurisms-He loves watching you. Especially when you shower. But also, open your legs for him and let him watch every once and awhile. Please? He'll be such a good boy for you.

Oral-Godzilla LOVES getting oral from you. Of course he's always willing to reciprocate, but he can't get enough of your mouth around his cock.

Playing Chase-Nothing gets Godzilla going like chasing you through some sort of terrain. He will hunt you down and fuck you like you've never been fucking before.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

In his nest or anywhere private. He does NOT want someone watching.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

He's a millennia's old titan, the wind gets him going. But it's mainly your scent. It drives him nuts.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Others watching, having sex with another person on either side. He wants you all to himself. Anything that severely hurts you.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Receiving oral is one of his kinks. He LOVES getting you to suck him off. Of course he always returns the favor, but during sexy times at least one blow job is a must.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

It depends on his mood. Godzilla is generally a go with the flow kind of titan. He does like going hard, but he can go soft. He lasts typically three or four rounds. He has a high sex drive.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

He hates quickies. He wants you all to himself, unrushed and unbothered.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

While he's willing to try new things, he DOES NOT want to do it anywhere public. He likes his privacy.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

He has pretty great stamina. He typically lasts three or four rounds, but can go as long as you're willing to let him. Fun fact: he can cum back to back, so no waiting for a refractory period before he can fuck you again.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

He's not a fan of toys, but won't say no if you want to use one.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Godzilla is the most fair of all the titans. He doesn't like to be teased and doesn't like teasing. Why go through all the effort when the goal is to be as deep in you as he possibly can be, as fast as he can be?

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He is LOUD. A famous expression among MONARCH, coined by Trapper himself is "When the titan is roaring, we don't go exploring."

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

He does enjoy one toy in particular, and that's anal plugs. He likes it when you wear one, with a rhinestone on the bottom. Green colored if you please darling.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

He's a girthy fellow, with ridges and ribbing down his cock for your pleasure. Because it's tucked away when it comes out of it's pouch it's often pre moistened. All lubed up and ready to go when you are.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

High sex drive. If you're someone who has a lower libido, it doesn't bother him too much. He just asks for a regular schedule of fun.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Falls asleep pretty fast afterwards. He makes sure you're ok, and then he's out.

#godzilla #godzilla king of the monsters

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Godzilla x Fem Kaiju S/O.

This female Kaiju is a species that is closely related to Godzilla, but the only difference is that she has wings and horns like a dragon.

And the plot is that they meet in the far past, and while their relationship starts off rocky it gets intimate later on, but they are separated when they are attacked, and Goji can't find his S/O.

In modern times, he has long since accepted that his S/O was probably dead and that he won't find a mate like her. Until he feels some commotion going somewhere in (let's say) Africa. There he goes to see what's up and sees two Kaijus fighting and goes to break it up but realizes one of them looks very familiar. It looks like him but with wings and horns.

It was his S/O. She was struggling against the other beast and was clearly losing. Seeing this Goji intervenes and blasts away the other Kaiju, sending it to retreat. He then turns towards his S/O, who has a moment but then instantly recognizes him.

After a heartfelt reunion, they left for Godzilla's new home in Rome. Godzilla leaves and comes back with food for his S/O seeing how she was in a deep hibernation and went who knows how long without food and then they both go to sleep. You can probably imagine the humans' reactions to this type of interaction.

I imagine they would freak the fuck out. Because like...you're sort of in our very important historical landmark? Sir? Ma'am? Please move? I'm sure MONARCH is all over it too. Monitoring the situation, trying their damndest to make sense of it. Was the what females of his kind all looked like? Did other Titans have mates? Mothra, and Rodan? I'm sure there's a lot of question they're asking, but just don't know the answers to. But Leave it to dear old Goji to throw everyone for a loop just when they think they're getting a handle on things.

#godzilla #godzilla a new empire #penelope speaks

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hi, I love your stories especially the Godzilla x readers, it made me a monster lover even today. So, I was wondering if you could do a multi-slashers x a reader who may seem innocent and sweet on the surface, but when something happens, they discover that the reader is just like them. Future partner in crime?

Aw, Thank you! Woof, I haven't gotten a mutli-slasher ask in a while. *cracks knuckles* Let's do this! (Also, you didn't specify who, so I just chose my favorites.)

Thomas Hewitt: Tommy looks at the man hanging from the hooks, feeling rage bubbling within his gut. He had been a handsome blond who felt the need to make a gross comment about your body. Tommy knew he was destined to be cattle, but it seems as though someone had gotten to him first. That just pissed him off even more.

"Hey," The sound of your voice startles him. You walk out from behind the blubbering idiot, apron tied around your torso, wiping your hands. "It was hell getting him up there, but I think I did ok. Mind helping me process?" You ask, flashing him one of your winning smiles. Tommy blink, slowly coming to terms with what's happening. He nods, taking the meat cleaver you offered him, the pretty boys' pleas falling on def ears. If Tommy had the mind to talk, he'd tell you in that moment he loved you. But something in him said you already knew.

Tex Sawyer: You were the one person Tex ordered Alfredo not to harass. You'd gotten a job at the gas station, he guessed in a last ditch effort to make some money. He was glad you'd had. You were perfect, and he had a hard time not flirting with you when he came in. Color him surprised when one day and enterprising thief decided to rob the place.

Before Tex or Alfredo could react, you leapt over the counter, surprising everyone. What happened next was a flurry of cuss words, flying fists, and brain matter on the floor. When you straiten up you still look a little unhinged, but damned in Tex didn't fall completely in love with you in that moment. "Bad day?" He asks. You shrug, giving the now dead thief a kick. "You could say that." Tex takes the bandana around his neck off and wipes some blood off your face. "Would you like to come to dinner?" He asks you. You smile, "I'd love to."

Hannibal Lecter: Hannibal pops the meat in his mouth, taking a moment to savor the familiar flavor of pork. He looks at you, surprised at the complexity of flavor you've managed to pull of. You pay him no mind, going through the case file he put in front of you. You, like Will Graham, were a specialist the FBI called on regularly. You'd been in the middle of lunch, offering him a plate of food as well.

"Who was he?" Lecter asked. Your intense eyes snapped to his. "Beg pardon?" He motions to the dish, "Who was he?" He asks again. You frown and go back to the case files. "And unimportant irritant in my life." You said, not bothering to hide the fact that you clearly fed him human meat. Hannibal takes another bit of the meal, inhaling in pleasure at the taste. "You must give me the recipe." You finally smile, eyes still not moving off the pictures in front of you. "I'll see to it that you get it Dr. Lecter."

"Please," He says, "Call me Hannibal."

#texas chainsaw massacre #hannibal lecter #thomas hewitt #tex sawyer #multi slasher

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Can you do one with shelley and a female s/o who's very over protective of people hurting shelley or bullying her

No one really understood your obsession with the legend of Shelley, the just understood that they should make sure you aren't around to hear them if they talk negatively about her. Your parents were worried when you got sent home with a letter from school saying that it was the last straw, you were going to be expelled if things kept up.

"Mom!" You whined, "No!" She said, spinning towards you, furious. "I know Shelley is your girlfriend, and I know she's a victim, but she dead!"

"Mom!"

"I'm serious! You need to listen to me! Not everyone can see ghosts honey. To everyone on the outside you're going crazy over a legend, nothing more."

"Listen to your mother sweetie," You father pipes up, "what you and Shelley have is a beautiful thing. But if you keep going this route, you will be expelled and it will be much harder to see her." You ground your teeth but your parents had a point.

It was easy with your parents, your mother haunted an object, Shelley haunted a place. You couldn't take Shelley with you wherever you went like you dad could. You roll your eyes but give in, "Fine!" You say, "I'll just stop defending my girlfriend whenever anyone says anything bad about her." You begin to stomp up the stairs. They call for you but you ignore them.

You know that they're right, you did look like some weirdo defending the name of a legend, but you just couldn't help it. Shelley was everything to you, and you didn't want her to get upset with you for not saying anything. You'd have to talk to her tomorrow, you didn't have any other choice. She'd understand, you were sure of it, especially if you made the point of your possible expulsion.

You sigh deeply, tired from the days events. You had to wonder, as you drifted off to sleep, if there was a way to take Shelley with you.

#shelley #crypt tv imagine #penelope speaks #ask answered

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Asks are open ya'll. Just throwing that out there.

I do slashers and monsters!

#inbox such empty #feed it #penelope speaks #asks are open

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Have you seen Godzilla x Kong: New Empire? I'm asking because I don't wanna give you spoilers.

I have seen it! I loved it so much I'm going to see it again Friday.

#it was so much fun #penelope speaks

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You still write for Godzilla or is that a one and done type of thing?

When I get asks for it, I write for it.

#penelope speaks

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Harper Comes Home

Pairing: Tex Sawyer x Fem!OC

Summary: It's love at first sight when Tex meets Harper. They'd do anything to keep each other to themselves...anything at all.

Warnings: None in this Chapter.

A/N: Been going through the TCM tapes again...guess who's back on the cannibal train?

            When the Sawyer clan rolled into Fuller, there had been a great to-do. There had been barbeque, beer, and laughter. Tinker and Monty had managed to hook up an old beat-up beetle to a small generator and the field had been filled with good old country music. It was a night to get sentimental over for years to come. A grand old time with the family.

            Fuller was a quiet, deserted town. Tex had been looking forward to moving in. That morning, before the family woke up, he snuck out and drove around town to try and stake out his own property. He found a few promising leads on the edge of town, but nothing was set yet. As soon as the sun came up, he helped himself to Luda Ma’s pantry and began breakfast for everyone. Nothing complicated, eggs, sausage, bacon, and biscuits. Easy, standard fair. Thomas and Bubba got up early and went out to work in the field. The rest of the family, having imbibed a little much last night, had just started stirring as he placed the last plates of breakfast on the table. It wasn’t going to fit everyone, but the family didn’t really eat breakfast together anyway, it was the dinners that were important.

            The Hewitt home hadn’t been big enough for the entire Sawyer-Hewitt clan, so most of the family had stayed outside in the trailers Monty pulled onto the property. Anna, Babi, and Tex were the only ones to stay inside the house proper. Baby had tried to get into a room that was locked, but no matter how much she cried or carried on, Hoyt wouldn’t let her in. Earlier last night, Tex overheard Luda Mae explain it to his mother, Anne. “It’s a very special room,” the old woman had said, “We keep it locked-” she paused trying to find the right words, “We keep it locked for memory’s sake.”

            Tex was just about to call everyone down when Tommy’s massive frame slammed through the front door, clearly excited about something. Before Tex could say anything, Luda Mae tromped down the stairs. “What the hell’s gotten into you boy? Tearing up my-” she didn’t get to finish her sentence as Tommy took her by the hand and all but dragged her out of the house. Tex followed, curious to see what the hell was going on. Bubba was already standing on the porch, looking just as confused as his brother.

            Tommy pointed excitedly out at the road. A large green pickup was kicking up a hell of a lot of dirt as it bumped down the lane. “Oh my god,” Luda Mae whispered. Then she turned and began yelling, “Hoyt! Hoyt get your ass done here now!” Sheriff Hewitt appeared seconds later, a shotgun in his hand. “What the hell’s gotten into you Momma?” he asked, stepping out onto the porch. Tex was really interested now.

            Hoyt spotted the car, which had made it all the way down the road and was now swinging into an open space next to Tinker’s truck. “I’ll be damned,” Hoy says, handing Tommy the gun. The boy ducks into the house for a moment to put it next to the door. Tex watches as the mystery person parks the truck and steps out. His jaw drops.

            The woman is around his age, and the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. The shorts she wore were tiny, held up by a belt with a large brass buckle as was tradition in Texas. Her thighs were mouthwateringly thick, richly tanned skin that made him think she was that color all year round. Her black hair curled wildly into ringlets swaying freely in the breeze. Her tank top showed off strong well-muscled arms. He immediately wanted to wrap himself up in her for eternity. He’d seen pretty girls before, but she was something else entirely.

            “I’ll be damned!” Hoyt said a little louder that time. “Harp, that you baby girl?” He stepped off the porch and trotted towards the girl, Luda Mae and Tommy were close behind. Monty had somehow pushed his way onto the porch and was muttering to himself. “Can’t believe she’s here,” He shook his head, “just can’t believe it.”

“Hi Daddy!” The girl calls, opening her arms wide and falling into Hoyt. He picked her up just enough for her feet to dangle. He put her down and moved back so Luda Mae could hug her. “Hey Momma Mae,” she said, kissing the woman’s check. “Look at you!” Luda says, rocking the girl back and forth in a tight hug. Tex watch, mildly impressed as Tommy, the last of the three to greet her, picks her up and tosses her in the air as though she were nothing but a small child. Her resulting screech and giggle made his heart drop into his stomach. Shit, he was in love already. “Hey Uncle Tommy,” she says, breathless as he sets her down. They bump cheeks as well.

            The new girl, Harp, stops short when she sees everyone in the background, looking at her. Hoyt pats her on the shoulder. “It’s a family reunion,” he says, kissing her temple one more time. “Lemme get yer shit, Momma will introduce you to everyone.” Luda takes Harp’s hand and leads her towards the Sawyers, all are watching her intently, unsure about the new stranger. Tommy and Hoyt busy themselves with getting in the truck and getting her things. “Everyone, this is Harper, my granddaughter. Harper, these are the Sawyers.” Harper smiled politely as Luda Mae rattled off names. Tex is disappointed her gaze doesn’t linger on him. Considering the circumstances though, he doesn’t blame her for being a little overwhelmed. She stoops to hug Monty, kissing him on the cheek as well.

            Before the awkwardness sets in, Tex flashes her a big smile, “You’re just in time for breakfast.” he tells her. She smiles back at him, and he feels faint. Stepping out of the safety of her grandmother’s arms she hops onto the porch, and into the coolness of the house. Tex gets a whiff of her perfume and has to steady himself on one of the columns. Yup, it was true, it was love at first sight, and her name was Harper Hewitt.

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            Her name wasn’t Harper Hewitt, it was Harper Breaux-Hewitt. She’d been raised outside of the family, in Louisiana. She attended school there. “College,” Hoyt said, looking proudly at her. It was well past breakfast, but the word that Harper was home traveled to other members of the family. So, everyone was outside, snacking on the remnants of bacon and sausage. “Smartest Hewitt in the family. She’s got a full ride, don’t you baby girl?” Harper shrunk into herself, a little shy. “Yeah,” she said, fingering the condensation on her glass of orange juice. “My little girl is gonna be an archivist,” Hoyt continued as though he knew what the was. Harper managed to squeak out a giggle.

            “That’s groovy!” Chop Top says. Tex glares at him. He’d wanted to sit next to her, but the twins had insinuated themselves on either side of her. Nubbins had taken so many pictures of her during breakfast, he’d run out of film, Chop Top kept talking to her about anything that popped into his brain. Both boys kept her occupied. “What’s an archivist do?” Chop Top asks her, slightly confused, “I take old things, like books, and clean them up.” Harper says. “Really? Old books?” Nubbins says, “Who wants to read old books?” Tex feels himself getting angry. Taking care of old books is a fine job, he thought. He looks at her hands, they looked delicate enough to be able to handle things gently. He stops his mind from going off into dangerous territory. “Well, I also take care of old pictures,” she says, waving around one of Nubbins’ polaroids. “Which kinda brings me as to why I’m here.”

            Hoyt looks at her interestedly. Harper finally sits up. Something shiny catches Tex’s eye, a chain around her neck. “Professor Locke has agreed to let me work on my project remotely,” She begins to explain, “I only have to go back onto campus once or twice a month,” Luda Mae and Ms. Tea all exclaim in happiness catching on immediately. “You’re moving back to Fuller!” Luda Mae says, “Finally.” Harper lets out another charming giggle. “Yeah, I was gonna take one of the houses in town, fix it up the way I need.”

“Plenty of empty houses around here, you can have whatever one you want.” Hoyt declares. Harper brightens up. Tex feels his heart give a painful squeeze at her real smile. She had fucking dimples; how much cuter could she get? “Really?” She says, clasping her hands against her chest. “Can I daddy?” Hoyt nods, ego inflated thanks to his daughter’s attention. Tex understands, if he had Harper’s attention, he’d be besides himself. “’Course you can. We’ll move you in tomorrow.” Haper squeals and gets up to hug him. “Thank you!” She giggles, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She places a kiss on his cheek. “C’mon Tommy! Come help me with the attic,” She grabs Tommy’s hand. With no hesitation he lets himself be dragged off into the house.

#tex sawyer #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #penelope writes

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...Would you perhaps be open to writing Yandere Sukuna x fem reader, with a bit of extra spice -cough- breeding kink-

Now this is what I'm talking about.

We al know what's under the cut:

He'd been fucking you for hours. Your cunt was sore, your thigh covered in his cum, but Sukuna showed no signed of stopping. You were on your hands and knees, both cocks were shoved inside you, the squelching noise would be embarrassing if it weren't for his constant commentary. "Don't you think it will be fun?" He says, "Having a little me around?" He yanks you up to his chest. You simply hang limply in his arms, so tired from the many orgasms. "Fuck, I need to see you pregnant." He growls, one hand going straight to your clit. Tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes. "I need to see you fat and swollen." You feel his tongue lick your cheek, catching a tear that managed to escape. "I know," He continues, "I know, the thought makes me want to cry too."

He lets you go, allowing to flop onto the wet sheets. Removing himself from you, you sigh in relief, only to be flipped over and your hips raised on a few pillows. He enters you again, his pace just as brutal before. He continues to rant about how he's going to fuck baby after baby into you, how you're going to look when you're pregnant, how he's going to drown you in his cum so thoroughly you have no chance of not getting pregnant.

"Sukuna," You whimper, the first word you've said in hours. He immediately stops. "Please, I can't take anymore." His hands tighten around your waist. You have a moment of panic, looking into his eyes, seeing the rage there. But then he softens. "We have been going at it for a while," He says. Yes! You want to say, yes please, I need a break. More tears being to fall. You desperately want to rest. You remain silent. Sukuna leans over you and laps up your tears. "One more time baby," This time, you let out a sob, "Just one more, I know you can do it. One more and I'll let you rest."

It wouldn't be one more, you knew this deep down. Because there would be one more after that, and one more after that. And it would continue well into the night. He was determined to get you pregnant, and would do anything and everything to make sure it happened.

#Sukuna #jjk sukuna #ask answered

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AHH REALLY? Could-could you perhaps write a little thing with verna and a female reader who keeps accidentally thwarting her plans against the ushers because she keeps taking care of people (Not realizing how bad they are and just overall being a kind person)

"You." The voice that rang out in your otherwise empty house was filled with annoyance. Startled, you dropped the dish you were washing and turned, looking for the source of the sound. A small woman with dark hair is standing in your kitchen, glaring at you. "You're the little irritant that keeps ruining my fun." She begins to stalk towards you.

"You are you?" You try and back away from her, but you can't get any closer to the counter than you already are. She stops in front of you, looking deep into your eyes. Despite wanting to look away, she holds your gaze. "You have no idea about what's happening? Do you?" You shake your head frantically. "Please don't kill me."

The woman smiles, placing a hand on your cheek, rubbing it with the pad of her thumb. "I'm not going to kill you," She says, giving you a soft, eerie smile. "Death will never touch you as long as I'm around." She leans forward, her lips brushing yours. "You're mine," She tells you, "All mine." With a whisper she's gone.

You stand along in your kitchen, chest heaving. You have to wonder if what just happened was real. You put a hand to your forehead. There's no fever. Shakily you push yourself off the counter, stumbling out of the kitchen. The dishes can wait.

#the fall of the house of usher #verna #penelope writes #ask answered

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how are you?

I'm alright! All things considered. How are you?

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Behold, the Hastur req eater is back.

I wanna try requesting in a new way…

Yan! Hastur with blind devotee reader (yes this is very random-)

Thanks and adios~~~

It's the fact that you have to touch him to see him that he likes. You finger tips roaming his otherworldliness as you furrow your brows, trying to make sense of him. You don't have to see the obvious pleasure your touch brings him. It allows him to be vulnerable in such a way with you that he can't with others, it's intoxicating.

"My lord?" You whisper, bringing him from his thought. He grunts to let you know he's listening. "Where is your mouth?"

"Higher," He tells you, grinning. He wasn't about to make things easy for you. You slowly inch your hands higher. "More," He's excited. You only ever asked to touch him, not a specific body part, he has to wonder if you're getting ready to do what he so desperately wants you too. "A little higher," He shifts so you reach his lips faster, curiosity getting the better of him. He's taken a more human shape for you today.

Your finger tips finally reach his mouth. "You're smiling," You say. "I am." You nod as your fingers continue to trace his mouth. When you get to his jaw, that's when you fingers press into his flesh and you tug him down. He leans in rapidly, placing a kiss to your lips. Your giggle delights him. There were no rules against falling in love with your worshippers, and for that, he was thankful.

#hastur #lovecraft #h.p. lovecraft #ask answered

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I know it’s been a long time since you’ve written for outlast, but if you still do, could you do cuddle headcanons for trager? Or nighttime routines with him?

He never initiates cuddles, but he definitely won't ever reject them.

Likes to be little spoon and is not shy about telling you that.

Like to rest his head on your chest so he can hear your heart beat, or your legs, so he can revel in the softness of your thighs.

Once he gets used to physical affection he begins to crave it.

Cannot sleep without being tangled up with you.

Likes cuddling most when you're freshly showered. The smell of your shampoo, of your body wash, it soothes him.

You must dispense at least three kisses while cuddling, one is with tongue. Its mandatory.

#richard trager #outlast #penelope speaks #ask answered

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do u think verna has a slightly scarier form? i'm talking huge raven wings and sharp talons

Oh she absolutely does. Big, black wings with feathers soft as down. Talons that rip monsters scarier than her to shred with ease. She likes bringing these talons up to your throat. Just to rest there, just to marvel at the fact that you trust her enough to get so close when she could easily kill you.

#verna #the house of usher

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Out of curiosity I remember a while ago you said you don't write for marvel, do you write for anime by chance?

I do write for anime.