#danny elfman x reader

[kimhargreeves]

The Devil And I part 2-Satan x Reader

Summary: After realizing that Satan has captured you, you find yourself trying to find a way out when he rarely gets to spend time with you and you grow jealous of the princess.

I exited my room once I saw no one in my room, "Odd I could've sworn I felt someone." I closed the door behind me and went to my living room realizing my parents still weren't home. Glancing over to the tall clock I realized the hands weren't moving, does it need a change of batteries so soon?

Paying no attention to it I continued doing whatever needed to be cleaned in the house but weirdly enough most of it were clean. My parents had invited the Hercules family earlier and this entire place was a mess and I highly doubt to parents would've cleaned it all up.

They usually leave all the cleaning to me and always spend their time outside of the house onto arriving when necessary.

I walked over to the window and noticed the Hercules house a few houses down. Weird normally there would be shouting from them, maybe I should make sure they are okay.

Slowly I began walking out of the house until I opened my eyes and found myself back inside my house. Panicked i looked at my surroundings then back at myself in a mirror nearby.

Is the house playing games with me?

Angrily I started taking steps outside of the house again and re-appeared at the same spot I previously was. "This isn't the house playing games with me it's him.."

Satan surely must be having his fun with me. I angrily looked around me growing annoyed that this wasn't a part of the deal.

"Hey, Satan! We didn't agree on this!" I shout at no one in particular. If this were another situation people would think I'm insane.

"Damn, I should've been more specific. Satan you coward come and face me-" I let out a scream when I turned around and saw him sitting on the couch, that familiar grin plastered on his face.

"Yes?"

I shook some thoughts aside and stared at him with angry eyes, he didn't seem to mind my look. "This isn't what we agreed."

He shrugged his shoulders and boredly stared at his gloves. "I did my part of the deal, I brought you home! Now it's your turn."

Satan jumped up on his feet and towered over me raiding his gloved hand back for me to shake his hand. "Once you do it you'll come whenever you like and roam even outside!…though would your family truly miss you?"

I could tell he was still teasing me yet there was a tint of sadness, he knows that my parents don't really care for me. No one really had anyways, I hate to admit it but Satan is the only one who's shown interest wether it's good or bad.

Not to mention this is the longest I've held s conversation with anyone since the people my parents hang out are weirder than the ones living in the sixth dimension.

"Can I think about it alone for a while."

I could tell I was already annoying him by not wanting to agree. I watched Satan wave his hand towards the clock and the hands on it began to move normally, "I'll give you one hour to think things through. If not my dear I'll be having your head."

Satan sang the last bit close close to my ear and disappeared only leaving a bit of smoke. I waved it off and felt a shiver down my spine, "Would he really? No he wouldn't."

My hand made it up to my neck, well, he is the devil and thought he may seem playful he isn't someone to mess around with. I aimlessly began to wander around the house, replaying the same events that would happened everyday.

I would wake up, shower, prepare myself something to eat, clean the house, and remain alone till the day would end, sometimes and only sometime would I get surprised by him parents. They would always travel around the country and their hobby was always bidding things they'd own.

Would Hell be better than this life?

I sighed to myself and threw myself onto my bed and stared up at the chipping ceiling, it feels so lonely without talking to anyone, not that it didn't bother me but lately I've been having some awful thoughts because of it.

My mind began to wander now on Hell and Satan himself, something drew me to him. I was now thinking about him, I guess those cartoons and shows were right on him being the playful yet menacing type of man.

Though unlike those two mentioned he is an attractive individual, well, he was an angel after all. His suit also seems to fit so perfectly to him, I should probably stop. I shook those thoughts aside once more and slowly I began to close my eyes.

I found myself still in my house eerily silent except for the sound of whimpering? I opened my eyes and found myself holding back my whimpers and moans when I felt hands on my neck slowly wandering down to my stomach. It wasn't just any hands, white gloved ones which belongs to Satan himself.

His mouth began to leave trails of kisses and bite marks down on my neck until I felt his hot tongue also licking me making me shiver on my spot of the bed.

This made him chuckle darkly when he knew hid actions had an effect on me, I tried to push him away he held me down with both hands and smiled evilly down at me and shook his head, "You belong to me now, (Y/N)."

I stared up at him surprised, scared yet felt excitement. I felt his hands let go of my wrists until I felt him beginning to get rid of my skirt playing with the only article left on on lower part. "We're going to be having plenty of fun."

Right when he was about to finish what he was starting I quickly rose up on my bed and looked around him bed.

I began to pant and I rubbed my eyes to find myself alone in my room. "Right..I fell asleep." I whisper to myself and felt embarrassed at the sudden dream I was having.

Ugh did I really have that type of dream?

I rubbed my eyes again now and hated myself for dreaming that since all I wanted was to sleep peacefully. I moved my hair aside and slowly rested my head back on the pillow.

Suddenly the clock in the living room began to ring throughout the house. My time is up?! I sat up in bed when I felt the room grow cold and I noticed Satan yet again my house, now in my room with his arms crossed standing by the door.

"What is your answer my dear?"

"I accept your deal." I said without a hint of fear of what would come after.

Satan seemed surprised for a second until he quickly smiled and appeared right next to me on the bed and held my shoulders planting a quickly kiss on my cheek.

That and his presence made me blush due to the dream I had only a few minutes ago. "Excellent! Though part of me would've loved to have your head."

I scoffed and glanced over at him, "What for?"

"That's for you to never know."

I packed my things and off we were to Hell. His minions weren't to harm me or anyone else in the sixth dimension, that was his one strict rule, everyone of course obeyed him since they were too afraid to anger him.

I made sure to make a note to avoid any of the off people here who gave me the creeps, though if I stay here next to Satan I know he'll protect me.

We were inside the room I was assigned to, Satan said he fixed it just for me. So, he knew I would agree then…

The room was fairly decent considering that this is Hell and most of it isn't very nice. "Are you sure nothing bad will happen to me?" I asked again after throwing my belongings on a table close to the bed.

"If you don't interfere in my work, then you'll be fine! Leave it to Mr. S and the Big D."

"Big D? As in Devil?" I furrow my eyebrows together seeing him smirk to himself.

"That's not the only thing that's big you know?" He was having way too much fun with me. I looked away feeling too flustered to look at him.

My hands started fidgeting with the bottom of my clothes, "A-Anyways do you often wander around Earth when you aren't ruling over Hell?"

Satan hummed and nodded his head, "I disguise myself as human and do wander around when there's no work or when I need inspiration for my music."

"I would love to listen another song soon."

"Would you?! Your presence would be delightful to watch. Me being the center of attention with my minions doing as I say."

He's way too prideful and full of himself sometimes. I keep a smile on my face and looked down at my lap, "Tomorrow you and I can catch up on things my dear. Sweet nightmares then!"

Satan said and left me alone in my new home.

Days went by and I began to grow tired of being stuck in my room, I felt like a real prisoner here, i wouldn't be able to leave since some of his minions told me Satan was busy with work or needed some silence to finish on his work.

Truth is I left my room for a few times and heard him talking so fondly about the princess and wanting her for himself.

I grew jealous of the attention she was receiving. So that he means he wanted to bring me all the way down here for nothing.

I huffed staring up at the ceiling and slowly got up and opened the door to my room, I peeked my head out and saw Satan and his minions..band? Playing a familiar tune I had been listening for a couple of days. I noticed Satan up front guiding the band.

Quietly I snuck out and hid behind a dead tree and noticed other of his minions bringing in someone with a rope around their neck. I recognized the man as my very odd neighbor, Squeezit.

"Pssh!" I tried to call for him but the loud music was impossible for him to hear. The minions were synchronized playing their saxophone and other instruments.

Squeezit was being held captive for some reason. He knelt down on the floor and we both looked at Satan's minions performing their song. I remained still wanting to not draw attention when Satan turned around and looked down at my neighbor.

Satan looked down at a frightened Squeezit as be began to sing.

"Well son let me tell you I'm so pleased to meet you The boys and I've expectin' to greet you, As guest of honor in the house of the dead Just relax lay yourself down say goodbye to your head"

"Hi de hi he hi (Hi de hi he hi) Ho de ho de ho (Ho de ho de ho) Wha de wha de whey de (Wha de wha de whey de) Hi de hi de ho (Hi de hi de ho)"

Squeezit trembling began to plead for his own life and for his sister and friend.

"Please Mr Devil it's not for me I'm pleading, If you help Renee and Frenchy I'll give ya what you needin."

"If you want to bargain Then produce something real Deliver me the princess boy and you've got a deal."

"Deliver him the princess boy and you've got a deal" his minions sang back. Squeezit quickly got up and left to retrieve the princess.

"Oh skip dat dip dad diddy doo (Oh skip dat dip dad diddy doo) Skibby dip de dedopdodoo (Skippy dip de dedopdodoo) Oh dat dat dat daddy o (Oh dat dat dat daddy o) Hi de hi de ho! (Hi de hi de ho!)"

Squeezit brought the princess who didn't even out up much of a fight which surprised me, is she really that dumb to get captured?

"Congratulations that you really deliver, This little gal makes me shake and a shiver. Don't think I've forgotten all the things that I've said, Don't worry about your friends relax now off with his head!"

Satan grinned when Squeezit got pulled closer to decapitate him. That isn't fair! I remained silent but was surprised no one had yet seen me.

"Hi de hi de hi de hi (Hi de hi de hi de hi) Ho de ho de ho (Ho de ho de ho) Oh de oh de dee dat de dey! (Oh de oh de dee dat de dey) Hi de hi de hi de ho (Hi de hi de hi de ho)"

I watched as the executioner decapitated my neighbor leaving his singing head there with Satan doing the same movements.

For once the princess who for some off reason doesn't own any clothes seemed to be frightened by the people here in Hell.

"Be nice to me babe or you'll regret it You are my hostage and don't you forget it The night is early and there's lots to be done Let's boogie now come on we're gonna have some fun."

Satan offered her her hand which she took and began to sing alongside him and the rest.

"Oh oh oh de oh de oh (Oh oh oh de oh de oh) Hi de hi de hi (Hi de hi de hi) Wowowowoooo (woawoawoawoooa) Hi de hi de ho (Hi de hi de ho)"

I frowned and felt uncomfortable when I saw him hugging her and touching her inappropriately. I looked away and felt a pang in my chest, a horrible sensation.

I didn't look much on what else they were doing, but by the looks of if the princess must've fainted and she was being taken to someplace else. Satan finished his song on the piano and grinned to himself.

I can't take it anymore. I managed to crawl out and began to wander aimlessly across the sixth dimension in hope to befriend someone else or again, leave this place.

This is ridiculous I shouldn't be falling for someone like Satan anyways.

Not knowing where to exactly go I found myself in another part of the sixth dimension. It had been about half an hour of me just walking, and stumbling upon weird ass people.

I looked forward and found myself again where the king once was searching for Frenchy. The queen was obviously angered.

"(Y/N)! What are you doing here again? K thought you had left." The queen demanded while the king paid no attention to her.

"I can't seem to find a way out, maybe you being a great queen can help me out." I just need to be on her good side and I should be fine.

The tall woman hummed and seemed to not mind me or think of me as a threat since she knows her husband has a thing for women, and really really loves them.

"Do you have any idea on where my daughter might be?" She asked not really caring about her either but wanting the woman to stay. I smirked internally and nodded my head.

If I tell her where she is then the princess will be out of Hell.

The woman laughed and petted my head, "You could be of great use to me. You will tell me where she is and I'll go searching for her myself."

I felt someone grab my skirt and I knelt down when I realized it wad the king. "Do you by any chance know where the French girl is?"

I quickly nodded my head. Both of them don't seem to get along much so I'll do as they ask me. "Last time I saw her she was being held captive at a cell." I told the truth.

The three of us stood up straight once we heard footsteps approaching us, it must be the minions!

"If you hide me I promise to help you both." I pleaded and noticed the king and queen nodding their heads.

The queen grabbed my shoulder and hid my below the table inside a large toy box they seemed to have. I covered my mouth and indeed was right, the familiar tune from earlier stopped once they reached this place.

"Ugh what do you want now?" The queen bitterly asked not wanting to waste her time.

"We are looking for a girl. She isn't in her room and seems to have escaped."

The queen laughed and continued to be her weird bitchy self. "I don't blame the poor child then. Satan doesn't seem to know how to entertain his guests anymore."

I tiredly rested my head against my arm as I continued to hear both sides talking about where I was and other unimportant things, i found myself slowly closing my eyes until I feel asleep with a few set of tears hitting my clothes.

#danny elfman #forbidden zone movie #forbidden zone #satan x reader #forbidden zone x reader #danny elfman x reader #sixth dimension #squeezit #the mystic knights of the oingo boingo #oingo boingo

[homesickhalfling]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Elfman (Musician) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Elfman/Reader, Danny Elfman & Reader Additional Tags: Vaginal Fingering, Dirty Talk Summary:

After a long day of composing Danny finds you waiting patiently in bed for him. He struggles to get the music to leave his head and decides to teach you a little bit about his process as a way to unwind.

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[moonpetrichors-blog]

hi hii, hope you’re having a great day/night! i have another idea for a request 🕺so you remember after payakan saved lo’ak and lo’ak went to tell the others and nobody really believed him? i was thinking that the reader could’ve been the only one to believe him so he took them to meet payakan and seeing how fascinated the reader was with payakan made lo’ak fall in love or something idk shsjshsb

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Believe in Me

Tags: Lo’ak x Metkayina!Reader, Oneshot, Gn!Reader, Fluff, Power of Trust, They Fell First But He Fell Harder

Warnings: Word Cockblocker is Used (Not Sexually, But I Couldn’t Find a More Innocent Term)

When Lo’ak told the story of how he was saved to the others, none of them believed him. They told him to stay away, that Payakan is a killer, and he should do best to avoid him. You believed in him though, and who is Lo’ak to do what others tell him to?

THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE 😭😭 I love ur Lo’ak requests lol they’re keeping me alive rn 👊👊 I had sm fun writing this!!

When they start swimming underwater, listen to Ice Dance by Danny Elfman for a more immersive experience.

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“He saved me, he really did!”

As Lo'ak recounted his story, the young Na'vi were huddled in a circle. Rotxo and Aonung exchanged glances; everyone appeared concerned about him. Payakan was a murderer, and Lo'ak was merely extraordinarily fortunate to be alive.

“Kiri, you believe me, right?”

She remained silent and averted her gaze away from his. “They know this place better than we do.”

Tsireya shook her head. “Lo’ak, please don’t go looking for Payakan. You’ll be killed!”

“Fine, don’t believe me! I know what I saw!” Lo'ak abruptly rose up, preparing to storm away from the group.

You seized his forearm to keep him from fleeing. Lo'ak reached behind his shoulder to yank his arm away from you; he didn’t need to hear he was crazy from you, too. Before he could tear his arm away, he stiffened in place as you spoke.

“I believe you.”

Everyone turned to gawk at you, some with their jaws gaping, others silently snickering. You knew full well the story of Payakan, so why were you supporting this? You withdrew your arm and smiled warmly at Lo’ak. His head hung low, concealing the grin upon his lips. Aonung murmured to Rotxo about how you have a crush, and you shot him a death stare. Aonung stopped his teasing, but Lo'ak didn't seem to notice.

“Y/N, why would you believe him? You shouldn’t encourage it!”

You gave Tsireya a frown. “And what if he’s telling the truth?”

Everyone was deafeningly hushed as you argued against her. You scoffed at them all when they had nothing left to say, and walked away accompanied by Lo'ak. He thanked you quietly for trusting him.

To be truthful, you'd heard the tales about how dangerous Payakan was. You grew up with these people, after all. Although you believed in Lo'ak, you had your reservations; deep down, you knew the main reason why you wanted to trust his words was because you'd been admiring him since he first arrived in your village. You were just too timid to approach Lo’ak, so can anyone fault you for using this as an opportunity?

“Y/N, come with me. I’ll introduce you to Payakan.”

You smiled. “I’d love that.”

...

“This way, I know Payakan is around here!”

Lo'ak clasped your hand in his and guided you to the water. You might have been second-guessing your judgment at this point; you claimed you believed in him, but what if Payakan was a tulkun with exceptional manipulation abilities? Is that even feasible?

You dove into the water and began swimming after Lo'ak as he went further out into the ocean, putting your daydreaming to a halt. Once you had reached decently open waters beyond the reef, Lo'ak called for Payakan. You were nervous about what lay ahead of you, but you were also intrigued.

After what seemed like a few minutes of silence, you laid a hand on Lo'ak's shoulder.

“I don’t think he’s--”

With a yelp, you were cut off as something elevated your body above the surface of the water; a gigantic fin. You clutched it for support, and Lo'ak immediately swam besides your knees so you could rest a palm on his shoulder. He chuckled, and you swirled your feet in the water after the tulkun plateaued. Payakan whistled, and his genial nature enthralled you.

You cocked your head towards Lo'ak, a playful smirk on your lips. “Can we swim with him?”

Lo'ak concurred, beaming from ear to ear. You intertwined your fingers with his, your other hand gripping Payakan as he plunged underwater. You tried not to tumble off as the sheer force of the act caused you to hover above his fin, but Lo'ak was there to hold you in position.

You shifted into a horizontal position once you were settled in the water to enable you to swim comfortably. Lo'ak hooked his fist above yours on the edge of Payakan's fin, keeping your fingers entwined, so that you could swim in tandem with one another. The action made you flush, and you were grateful that the water obscured his vision somewhat.

Lo'ak was captivated by you as you glided across the expansive aquatic panorama. Although he had swum beyond the reef before, he had never witnessed it like this, with you at his side, giggling besides him as if it were nobody's business. It was in this snapshot of time that he saw you as vividly as ever; amongst the pulsing rhythm of the sea, his heartbeat drummed in his ears at the sight of you, realizing that the reason you appeared so delighted was because of him.

He captured a mental image of you and preserved it as a memory that only he would behold. Just for him, no one else.

With his hands, he signed ‘you’re pretty’.

God, he must be insane, he thinks. Your body froze as you registered what he had signed, and before you could react, Payakan sped through the water, nearly knocking you off your feet. In a frenzy, Lo'ak draped an arm across your back, clutching your arm to secure you against him. You could feel the hammering of his heartbeat against you, being so near to his chest.

Taking a peek at his panicked expression, you realized you could see a lot from this viewpoint. You noted the curvature of his lips, the slant of his nose, and the acuteness of his jawline, for instance. You subconsciously leant towards his face, entranced by his features.

Lo'ak inclined his head to peer at you, curious as to what you were doing. He was taken aback by your unexpected closeness and immediately felt bashful. Were you planning on kissing him? He'd never kissed anyone before!

Before you closed the distance between you both, you immediately turned your head away from him, snickering to yourself as he nearly took the bait. When you looked over your shoulder, Lo’ak appeared stunned. Before you could sign that his expression looked like a turtapede, he grabbed you by the cheeks (gently, of course), and captured your lips in a longing kiss. Immediately, Payakan soughed, and threw Lo’ak off his fin.

You slapped your palm over your mouth, startled and amused, as he swam after you and Payakan. The tulkun surged to the surface of the ocean, and Lo'ak bobbed out of the saltwater, shaking the brine from out his braids. You turned to sit upright, and held something akin to mirth in your gaze as you grasped your abdomen in a fit of laughter. Lo'ak shot a mischievous sneer in Payakan's direction, huffing as he rolled his eyes. Cockblocker.

“Well, he’s definitely a killer, alright!”

He groaned in embarrassment. “More like you. If I died, it’d be your fault.”

Although his sentence appeared stern and somber, the crinkle of his eyes and curl of his lips conveyed a different narrative, betraying the meaning of his words. How had he not previously fallen in love with you? Maybe the feeling was always there, lying torpid like a dormant volcano, suddenly stirred awake by you.

“Oh? I’m the death of you?”

‘You don’t even know,’ is all he could think.

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[fromthepinnacle2thepit]

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 - 𝒚𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

pairings: copia x reader

summary: its yule! one of the biggest celebrations in the ministry. drinking, dancing, worshiping the unholy father. but of course, something else seems to be on your mind…a certain papa. maybe he has you on his mind too?

rating: mildly spicy, VERY MILDLY, otherwise pure fluff and comfort

author note: ITALIAN TRANSLATIONS ARE AT THE BOTTOM BTW!!

Snow fell around the ministry, and the world was dark. It was as if the rooms inside the ministry had taken all the light from the world and stored it inside it’s deep unholy walls, filled with sin and the children of the dark.

But tonight? Tonight was a night of celebration. The world outside was a void, only filled with the noise of music and laughter from inside. Snow fell around the trees, covering it in a blanket of white and quiet. Lights from the stain glass windows left a kaleidoscope of colors upon the frosted and snowy earth. Footprints from the Siblings and those who traveled for the celebration marked and trampled some of the newly-fallen snow. In summary, the world outside was currently a wasteland of cold barren trees, but inside was a world of joy.

It was Yule.

A night where many came together, where Siblings danced and thrived under the eyes of the Dark One. A night of blissful sin and devotion, of love. And of celebrating the earth, the returning of the light and the cycle of the land.

Currently for you though, it had begun as a night of distress. You had paced around your room, searching for some kind of clothing to where. It was…irritating. For a night that’s meant to be so full of happiness, it seemed to bring much misfortune to your wardrobe. Eventually, you were able to put your complaining to a ceasing as your eyes laid upon a perfect thing to wear. Something you had purchased a long while back, that had slipped your mind and your field of vision by disappearing into the back of your closet. You thought it was very fitting for the theme of tonight and for the general spirit of things. And you looked..well let’s just say you were very satisfied with how it made you look. You had completed every other aspect of your look for the night, and decided to head on down to join the merriment.

You opened the door of the room that was your haven, and stepped out into the hallway of the ministry. A wall of what you could only describe as Yule hit you. Noise flooded your ears, filling them with the sounds of dancing, laughter, talking. Of course some shrieks of joy, singing, and running was mixed in. You inhaled and you felt the warm air which was filled of the smells of food and incense. And then of course, your eyes took in the rest. Decorations had been sprinkled all over the walls and you were sure that the center of all the festivities was absolutely drenched in them. You smiled to yourself as you began to watch, appreciating how festive they managed to make things look while still maintaining a dark-ish look, a gesture to the general beliefs in the Abbey.

As you walked through the halls, you saw strings of tinsel covering paintings, a ornament hanging off of one of the fingers of a statue of Lilith, and a upside-down star on top of a tree covered in dark red lights. As you came closer and closer to the giant room that held the main party, you were able to identify it as Frankincense. Candles flickered on the walls as you walked through the hallways, making things dimly light but still bringing you comfort. And it wasn’t too dark, as you could still see Siblings running in each and every direction as they prepared for the ongoing celebration. You were happy you were finally able to settle and go revel in the spirit of things. Well, not really settle, knowing the rowdiness of everyone from the Ghouls to even the Clergy on holidays.

As you were thinking, you had lost track of the time, and were surprised to see that you were already in the great big room that held so much excitement. The rest of the building had simply passed before your eyes before you could realize it.

Songs played on a speaker, and Siblings danced wildly. Though some danced slowly and rather…sensually. You chuckled to yourself as you walked over to a group of Siblings you’d grown fond of. Your eyes scanned over the crowd of members of the Abbey, and some of the Clergy. You watched, amused, as Dew chased Swiss by the food table. You wondered why but decided to stay out of it, though you were always entertained by their rambunctious behavior. Phantom seemed to be sneaking around with a few of the Ghoulettes, while other Ghoulettes were dancing. You saw Sister Imperator standing by the long table in the front, meant for the higher members of the clergy. Such as herself, the Cardinals, and of course…Papa. She seemed to look over the room as well, and you followed her gaze. A few small fires (all safe and meant purely for decoration) were scattered through the room, like little fire-pits. You hoped none of them had been started by Ghouls. Dark red ribbons flowed upon the walls, some green and black joining them. Other dark and gothic- and somehow Yuletide- decorations joined them. The entire room looked perfect. You looked back to Sister Imperator and watched as she turned to another member of the clergy, looking frazzled and concerned. You walked a little closer to her table, pretending to be watching what was now a wrestle between Dew and Swiss, and heard her say something along the lines of “Papa” and “where-?”

Ah. So that’s what it was. Papa. You couldn’t blame him for being late, all with Sister’s impossibly demanding schedule. You were friends with Papa. With Copia. You wished the two of you could talk more, but with the extremity of Sister’s demands, there wasn’t much time. So, you found a way. The first time you truly met was in a walk around the Abbey. Well, outside the abbey. You had been walking around with a book, the whether had been chilly and you were ready to head inside and take shelter deep within the comfort of the library. But the sudden warmth you had felt was not from the solace of inside the Ministry, but instead, Papa himself. You had talked to Copia a few times before he became Papa. You’d helped him when he’d dropped his books once, when you’d found one of his lost rats, when you’d randomly asked him how he was once or twice. He’d always been so sweet, so endearingly awkward. But when he bumped into you outside that one day, it felt as if for the first time, he truly saw you. His nose had been in a book as well, and that’s how the accident had come to happen.

“Le mie scuse, sorella! Stai bene?- Uh- Are you alright?” he had said, his face scrunched up in concern as he picked up his book, and yours as well.

“Yes Papa, thank you, I’m so sorry for the accident. Are you ok?” you asked quickly, unsure whether to smile or put on a face of worry.

“Sì, sì, grazie! No need to apologize, I’m- um, molto bene. All okie dokie.” he said, and you couldn’t help but smile at that. It was amusing that the Papa of the entire Dark Church, the leader of all the followers of the Dark One, used the saying “okie dokie”. You couldn’t help but quickly be enamored with his more than awkward charm.

You two had discovered you were both about to head to the library, and decided to accompany each other. You two had smiled as you entered the library, and he had quickly needed to disappear into a separate realm of literature and unholy works, while you had found a nice cozy corner. Since then, you two had found each other often in the library. Sooner than later, you two had begun to sit with each other. Not always talking, but sometimes just sitting them and enjoying each other’s presence. While you had spent time reading, lost in your own worlds, you quickly discovered that less of that time in your mind was lost in the worlds of the books, but more-so lost in your thoughts of him. How his mismatched eyes flitted over words, taking in all types of languages and symbols you couldn’t dream of knowing how to understand, how sometimes he sighed and tapped one of his fingers against the wooden table you two frequented when he was frustrated with some part of the scripture he was reading. How soft his gaze could be, and other times how hard. You took time remembering how when he was a cardinal, how the swish of his cassocks sounded in the hallways. Before you knew it, you were enraptured with him. With how he was as a whole, and in all the little moments when you could see all the different fragments of who he was.

Once, as you two had been sitting at your shared table, as you were looking over the words on the book that had barely held you attention until then, you wondered what he would think of what you read. You thought about all the different pieces of literature you had read in the past while you two had been doing this, and realized a number of little parts that instantly brought him to mind.

The next day, you hadn’t gone to the library at your shared usual time. But instead, you had given a book to the librarian (who had been watching the two of you and decided you were bound to fall in love) and had asked the librarian to give the book to Copia when he came in. She happily agreed and thanked you for coming in so often, and you were on your way.

He had come in, and had been confused as to where you were. He had been handed the book by the librarian, who gave him a smile. And suddenly a tradition was made. You two left books for each other all the time. Genres varied, and notes were left between the pages. You had come to know each other quite well, but you only wished it could be closer. Not just physically, but you longed for him. His presence. All those things you admired while he was reading and so so much more.

As you realized you’d been staring at Sister Imperator while thinking about Copia, you shook yourself out of your thoughts and went to get a drink. You wondered where he was. There were few windows in the huge room that weren’t decorated with stained glass, but through the few clear ones, you could see a heavy snow. It gave you a strange feeling, snow. A feeling of significance. Like loneliness mixed with an intimate comfort. You only wished that a certain Papa was here to share the feeling with you, here in the candlelight room full of both darkness and pure warmth. He always knew how to make you feel better, how to make you feel like suddenly the only people in the world who truly mattered in the moment was you two. He made you feel like your entire existence was burning with passion.

Suddenly, something caught your eye. It was moving in a part of the dark hallway outside the great big room. Seemingly hiding. You got curious and though you hoped you wouldn’t miss Copia’s grand entrance, though you doubted he was the type to really make one. You started moving towards the shape, pausing to survey the room one last time, as if Copia could suddenly pop out of the shadows- not that it would be uncharacteristic for his role in the Ministry. But as you settled upon the conclusion that he was simply not there yet, you decided to head to odd shape in the hallway. Your senses felt stripped of the delight of the party as you stepped back out into the dimly halls which felt as if you’d just been in them, even though by now, it had been a while since you’d been in them. You peered into the darkness ahead of you, not being able to tell if there were any shadows if it was simply the movement of light from the candles which lined the walls. However, as you grew closer you could see that there was in fact a shadow, and it was moving. It wavered for a moment, and you tried walking slower, so whoever it was wouldn’t be able to hear your footsteps and flee the privacy of the hallway. Though the shadow started moving away and you sped up, so did the shadow and it disappeared from sight. At last, you rounded the corner with one last burst of speed and saw..

…Copia?

Yep, it wasn’t just a trick of the eyes. Your unholy Papa was right there in front of you, standing in the hallway, hiding from the annual Yule party.

“Papa?” you called out, and he froze. His back was to you, and he was tense. Though, a second after you said it, he seemed to relax a little bit, as if hesitant to fully let himself relax. But as he turned around and saw you, his entire posture seemed to melt. His eyes softened and suddenly he looked so calm and natural in the candlelight. It flickered prettily across his face, illuminating his eyes so mesmerizingly, and shining off parts of his outfit. He looked like the flame of a candle himself, he had a quiet air of excitement and gracefulness. A slight smile took over his face as you two stood facing each other in the hallway. It had been a while since you’d had a rendezvous in the library or an exchange of a book, with all the holiday preparations and ceremonies.

“Sorella,” he said “You…sono ipnotizzato.”

You didn’t know what that meant, of course, so you simply smiled. “Yes, hello, Copia.”

He took a few steps towards you, but waited. So you took some.

“Mi dispiace, ero...I was hiding from the party. Not uh, not the most noble thing, eh?” he said,

“It’s quite understandable really,” you replied, and he gave a breath, a kind of sigh, and a emotion not unlike relief spread across his face.

“È così? Well, yes, I suppose so, sorella. What are you doing? Out here, I mean.” he replied, and you couldn’t help but smile at the way his Italian accent weaved throughout his words, and how Italian words spilled through more often than not. You found it enchanting. He was enchanting.

“In a way, I was looking for you. I mean, I was wondering where you were, and then I saw a shadow down this hall and decided to go figure out what was going on and here we are really!” you responded cheerfully. You couldn’t ignore the way it felt like your senses were on fire right now, it felt like every breath couldn’t come fast enough and it took all of your might not to practically implode with glee.

“That does make sense. Sì, vedo.” he said and you saw his eyes drift back down the hallway which was behind you, leading into the room of the party. You turned and looked back at it too. It looked so much more inviting now that your beloved Copia was here. Suddenly you had an idea. You took his hand, and decided to put all your doubts aside for a moment.

“Come with me. Back to the party, I mean. We can go together, it’ll be nicer to have you there, and we can hide from Sister Imperator together. And…it would be nice to spend some time with you. I’ve missed you. Plus I’m sure I’d make much better company than Sister Imperator would make if you were to go in there and get swept away by her.” you suggested, with a chuckle at the thought of Sister Imperator and all her flustered pestering.

“Well,” Copia said, and was lost in thought for a moment as he looked at you, then back at the party, then back down the hallway he was heading originally. “Ok, sorella. I would..er, well, yes I would like to go. With you.”

With those words, you lit up inside, a thrill going through you. Apparently, you lit up externally as well, as suddenly you felt a large smile on your face, and Copia chuckled, sharing the smile. You had let go of his hand, but you held it out again, ready to ask another question.

“Well then, Papa! Or, Copia, shall we?” and you let you hand hang out in front of you. He looked at it for a moment, and slowly, but a hand covered in a leather glove, into yours.

“Yes, sorella.” he said, looking from where your hands joined, up to your eyes. Your face lit up again, and you turned back towards the greatly lit room at the end of the hallway. With your hand in his, you begun walking towards it.

“Per te, gentile sorella. Sempre e solo per te.” he said, following you. His eyes reflected candlelight as you led him through the hallway. You only heard a little bit of his Italian words, and you didn’t understand them, but you didn’t recognize their significance. What you were focused on at the moment was the feeling of his hand in yours and the thought that you might get to spend the rest of this wonderful evening with him.

After a moment of reveling in the delight your senses took in being around him, you two were finally in the midst of the Yule celebration. Now that Copia was here, it felt as though your eyes allowed you to take in more, to experience more. You smiled as you looked over the room, trying to find a place where you and Copia could relax, away from the prying eyes of Sister Imperator. Yet your eyes stopped when they reached an ice statue you hadn’t noticed before. It was…a rat? You turned to Copia, your eyebrows raised and a smirk forming on your face. Copia looked at your face and it’s meaning registered in his mind, so he followed your gaze and a wave of realization washed over him when he understood.

“Ah! Si, the ice rat! A uh, nice touch, si? My idea, of course.” he said, and his childlike excitement sent a wave of comforting warmth through you. Oh Copia, dear sweet Copia.

You decided to lead him to the dance floor, where people were still dancing in all types of ways and styles.

You held out your hand to Copia again but he shook his head.

“No, sorella, I couldn’t. Non lo so..I don’t know how.” he quickly stated.

“That’s ok! Follow my lead!” you said, and before he could reply, you pulled him in. Into your arms, and into the mob of dancers. You couldn’t see it, but he both looked at you with immense focus, as he was trying to concentrate on what on earth to do. Yet the look of concentration wasn’t alone, it was accompanied by a look of awe. He thought you looked so beautiful.. if only you could know.

You two whirled along. You knew some people were watching, as you were dancing with Papa for Lucifer’s sake. You knew that on other nights, the feeling of all their eyes would’ve made you uncomfortable. But this time, you could barely recognize the fact that they were even on you in the first place. You were more focused on the unholy man you were absolutely enamored with. You smiled as he slowly began to get the hang of the dance. Within an instant, your feeling of happiness was overpowered by the feeling of pure thrill that was caused by the feeling of his fingers tightening comfortably against your waist, and his gloved hand meeting yours as the music carried on. He gazed at you with a look that captivated you. A smile, an intense one, but it wasn’t a smirk. You hoped for a moment, you prayed to the Fallen One, that maybe, just maybe, it was love. Out of nervousness, you began to talk.

“You know, I would’ve thought you’d have loved tonight! I was surprised when I saw you in that hallway!” you said, trying to speak louder than the music. After you said your thoughts though, you began to understand and realize more of why he might’ve preferred the quiet. You wouldn’t have minded the quiet either. As long as it was with him.

“Oh! Huh, ehehe, why do you think that, sorella?” He says, chuckling at the way the world is spinning around you two, at the joy of the moment.

“Well, because all of the partying!” you say, but quickly you realize how mistaken that statement is, and how you meant something so different.

“Huh? Cosa intendi?” he asked, very very confused, hoping you didn’t misunderstand his personality, his flirting as something different. Though he realized- to his dismay- you had not realized his flirting. It was funny though, because he had not realized yours.

“I’m sorry, that came out very wrong. I just meant that it seems like the kind of holiday celebration you’d appreciate. The closeness, the gift giving, the pretty dark decorations, snow. Oh! And the worship.” you all say, and he loves watching you talk. You watch his face as you say the words too, trying to soak up every single detail of how he processes your words.

“Oh..si, the worship, eh?” He says, quite awkwardly. Worship. Devotion. Giving your all, wishing for the all of another thing. What he felt for you.

You gave him a confused look, “Yes Pa- Copia. Worship.”

“Cara mia, the only thing I’m worshipping tonight is you.”

Your eyes grew wide with that statement, huge. You took in the man in front of you, and you felt your heart soar- did you hear him right? The music was so loud, you couldn’t tell. But the way he was looking at you, dear Satanas. You’d give yourself up at the alter if it meant feeling his soul collide with yours. A loud noise startled you, and the music shut off. The culprit of this interruption? Ah. Of course. Sister Imperator. She stood behind the very long table in the middle of it, facing everyone. She was the face of independence and organization. Oh no, she had a microphone. You felt Copia’s body way lightly next to yours and you realized your hands were still intertwined from the dancing. The thought that the two of you were still touching was seared into your mind. It burned your very existence. Should you pull away? You felt one of your fingers twitch and cursed yourself mentally. He looked over at you and you saw his eyes were also wide. Sister Imperator lifted the microphone to her mouth and the entire room held it’s breath.

“Siblings, Ghouls, Clergy, and others! Welcome to our annual Yule festivities! We thank each and every one of you for attending and giving devotion to the Dark One with us..”

Sister Imperator’s speech went on, but Copia was too focused on you to truly listen to it. Did you hear what he had said about worshipping you? Wait..no. His face burned red as he realized you might’ve taken it in a..different way. A sexual way. That you might’ve thought he wanted you that way. Did he want you that way? Well he knew the answer to that, but did you know the answer to that? Oh Lucifer. He cursed himself for how clumsy he was with his words. He felt himself grow warmer as he thought of how you might think of him now. But he hadn’t meant it in a sexual way. Well, he could mean it that way. If you wanted to- but still it was very early for that- but. All of his thoughts were a mess and jumbled together. He just meant he wanted to appreciate all of you. Give you his all, his devotion, his love. And maybe, have you return that? Though the more he thought about it, the more he realized how unlikely it was. And the sinking feeling he had begun to feel grew more until it took over his every emotion. He reluctantly let go of your hand, and you looked over at him, with a sad face. Wait, a sad face. He was so confused, highs and lows surrounded every thought in his head.

After a minute of blocking out Sister Imperator’s speech, and thinking, he decided that this was Yule, the celebration of the returning of the light, and of the Dark One. That he must have hope.

Little did he know, you were thinking the exact same thing.

You two longed for each other. Must unbeknownst to you both. And soon enough, you both had tuned back in to the speech, as you both processed it was nearing it’s end.

“May this holiday of Yule bring you many joys and connections with our Unholy Father! Nema. Let the festivities continue!” Sister Imperator said. Just as she lowered the microphone from her mouth, and was scanning across the room, her hawk-like eyes finally landed on you two.

“You.” you both saw her mouth from across the room, and your eyes grew wide. You turned to Copia and saw as his eyes widened as well, and he tensed immediately. Suddenly his eyes began to move and you looked back over, to follow them. Sister Imperator had begun to move across the room, and was heading towards you two. And she certainly did NOT look like a ray of sunshine at the moment.

You grabbed Copia’s arm and tugged on his sleeve.

“Copia, go, go!” you said, and begun to pull him along with you. You both raced out of the room, your hearts beating heart, and people parting to watch you two. You entered the hallway and heard Sister Imperator yell something behind you two, but all you could do was laugh. And laugh hard. Suddenly Copia began too. And you kept running, hearing the clacking of her heels on the stone floor a ways behind you two. In all the excitement, you hadn’t noticed that Copia had moved from your grip, and put his gloved hand in yours. You raced through the hallway, making it echo with laughter and your footsteps, running past random Siblings, the occasional pair of people who had abandoned the party to make out in the hallway, you both ran past statues and paintings, through more hallways and past many doors. Before you knew it the sound of Sister Imperator following you two had faded away but either you didn’t notice or you didn’t care. Copia didn’t seem to acknowledge either of those, he was laughing too. Suddenly, you two came to a pair of huge doors. You both slammed into one, and it opened.

A wave of cold hit you, along with a large amount of beautiful snowflakes. You stumbled into the snowy outside world, still laughing. And Copia stumbled with you, always willing to follow. You gazed around as you laughed, then suddenly turned to Copia.

“Come on!” you said, and began to pull Copia along again. He followed and you both raced in the snow, almost tripping, but feeling too free and happy to care. You stopped when you both reached a calm area. The sounds of the party were barely audible. You were by a small cemetery that was on the grounds, surrounded by trees. But you were still close to the Abbey, it was all so connected. You slowed and caught your breath. You looked over at Copia, who to your surprise, was looking at you. He looked happy and free, more carefree than you’d ever seen him. He looked hopeful, and at the same time- hungry.

Much to your surprise, he began moving towards you, the snow falling around you both made it seem all the more important and beautiful. He reached you, and for a split second, it seemed as if your souls really were colliding. Not on the alter as you’d imagined earlier, but here. In the cold snow, in a world of your own with him.

His lips quickly connected with yours as he decided to collide with you in a different way. He wanted you, in any way you would give yourself, he would take any and all of you. His hands came up to your face, as if to cradle it, cherishing every single mark on your skin, admiring how every snowflake looked upon you. He seemed to worship you. As he’d said. You felt worshipped.

This was what he had meant. He moved his lips against yours and he reveled in the way that your body was against him, making him feel warm despite the frozen world around you two. Like you had thought earlier, right now, you were surrounded by a world full of darkness and at the same time, the most comforting warmth. With his arms around you, and a unspoken promise of worship, you felt that feeling the snow had given you before. A feeling of loneliness and significance, an intimate comfort. But this time it wasn’t loneliness, it was love. It was the feeling of having the world all to yourself, with the one person that truly mattered.

So the snow fell around you two, as the world seemed to excuse itself from your minds for a while. Leaving you two to bask in the cold air of winter, on the night of Yule, and simply, wonderfully, and wholly, worship each other.

Authors note: hello! i hope you guys enjoyed this! i plan on making more copia fics very soon! take care of yourself!!

i’d like to give credit to: @gggoldfinch for all their hard work and their amazing fic: Cemetary Gates!! Some themes in this were greatly inspired by their work, and their fic is by far the best Copia x reader I have ever read!

the grucifix artwork is done by the one and only: @gothdaddyissues

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Italian Translations:

Le mie scuse, sorella! Stai bene? - My apologies, sister! Are you ok?

Sì, sì, grazie - Yes, yes, thank you

Molto bene - Very good

Sorella - Sister

Sono ipnotizzato - I’m hypnotized

Mi dispiace, ero - I’m sorry, I was…

È così? - Is that so?

Si, vedo - Yes, I see.

Per te, gentile sorella. Sempre e solo per te. - For you, kind sister. Always and only for you.

Non io so… - I don’t know…

Cosa intendi? - What do you mean?

Cara mia - my dear

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Only Me

kyle spencer x reader smut

warnings: dubious consent, biting, kissing, shameless smut, undead kyle, zombie sex, zombie kink, halloween, song lyrics, dead dove: do not eat

word count: 6,205

a/n: hiiii !! halloween fic in june !! lol this one's my most bizarre fic yet probably !! i made kyle a lot more zombified than he was in the show !! if you're squeamish about corpses and wounds and stuff, i wouldn't tread any further !!

apologies for the usual: inconsistencies, characters ooc (kyle's a little more instinctive/aggressive here), clunky writing, etc etc etc

taglist: @dewberryobssesed @violetharmonscupcake @kaismanwich @jellyluvr @icannot3 @taintandviolent @ahoyladiesz (as usual, ask to be added !!)

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A full moon shined in a bright, stunning spectacle, high above Miss Robichaux’s Academy. A striking contrast to the black skies of a particularly cool Halloween night. Shrouded in a veil of evening darkness, the old-fashioned academy emitted an otherworldly glow. From the first floor windows, flashing lights of slime green and hellish orange flickered in endless repetition.

Inside, a small group of young witches danced. Dressed in their skimpiest costumes, they moved fluidly to the beat of Oingo Boingo’s Dead Man’s Party. Blaring loudly through a large set of speakers, the tune mingled with the girls’ laughter. Meanwhile, the older women of the academy socialized near cluttered snack tables. They chatted away with each other, paying no mind to their free-spirited students.

Dead Man’s Party.

An ironic song, you thought. Given the only ‘dead’ man in the room seemed beyond confused. You wondered if he even knew what the purpose of a party was. His Frankenstein brain might’ve forgotten parties entirely. Such a concept was also ironic. Considering, when he was alive, Kyle had attended enough frat parties to keep the beer industry thriving for years at a time.

The ancestral room felt alive with energy. You stood in a corner with your back against the wall, sipping overpriced punch Myrtle Snow had prepared herself. An unamused look crossed your face, as you watched Zoe and Madison dance. Their movements were effortless and intentionally suggestive.

Between them, looking out of place and somewhat lost, was Kyle. The zombified blond was hunched over in his loose-fitting flannel shirt. And his expression spoke of someone who had no idea what was happening around him. Unlike everyone else in the room, he hadn’t worn a costume.

Poor guy. It seemed like no one had warned him ahead of time.

There was an unmistakable tension in the air, as Madison and Zoe grinded their thin figures against Kyle. The indecent movements of their dancing were almost unbearable to watch. And you couldn’t help but recoil at the sight. The girls glared at each other, trying to outdo the other in a shallow competition for Kyle’s attention.

As Kyle stood there, he kept his head tilted down. His curly, blond hair fell into his face, and his eyes were blank and empty. Kyle must have been oblivious to the girls’ intentions. You felt a pang of discomfort in your chest at the thought.

“Jeez…it’s like I’m watchin’ a car crash in real time…and I can’t look away…” You said, sipping your punch.

Queenie, dressed in a dingy, striped sweater and a Freddy Krueger cap, leaned casually against the wall next to you. Her sweater fell loose off her shoulder, leaving it bare. She sipped her punch as she laughed, her Kreuger claws resting on her hip. Oingo Boingo echoed in the background, competing with the sound of her voice as she spoke.

“Those two are a wreck if I’ve ever seen one.” She joked, shaking her head, “Somebody’s gotta get in there and save that poor guy. Dude looks miserable. ”

“How pissed do you think they’d be if I cut in?” You asked. Glancing down at the lacy hem of your dress, you toyed with it idly in thought.

The pounding music in the room seemed to pulse in time with your heartbeat. Danny Elfman’s wavering voice echoed, booming throughout the floor.

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walkin’ with a dead man, with a dead man

Your ruby red slippers twinkled on your feet. You wore an (admittedly) revealing Dorothy of Oz costume, with a blue dress lined with white lace. The skirt barely reached past your thighs, showing off your legs in thin, white stockings. You clutched a decorative picnic basket, with a plush, scottie dog sticking his head out from inside. His beady eyes shined in the party lights.

“You’d be doin’ Kyle a favor if you did. But, girl, I dunno…” Queenie pushed herself off the wall, “You know those two ain’t messin’ around. They’re feral over him. Listen, whatever you decide to do? It’s your funeral. We’ve all seen what happens when Madison loses her shit.”

Queenie sauntered off then, her hips swaying with each step. She joined Nan on the dance floor. And you let out a sigh, knocking your head against the wall. After watching Zoe and Madison’s shameful display for a few moments longer, you decided enough was enough. You pulled your phone from your basket to check the time. Only 6pm.

Gracing your ears in tune with the catchy beat of the song, Danny Elfman’s voice rang out.

Don’t run away, it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

If your hunch was correct, neighborhood trick-or-treating had only just begun. And even though you and Kyle were well into adulthood, the thought of indulging in such an innocent, nostalgic activity was too enticing to resist. Halloween was a holiday wherein Kyle could blend in with the general population. And if you accompanied him, he’d finally get some reprieve from the constant objectification he was accustomed to. It was a win-win.

You waited a few more minutes, hoping the two girls would eventually tire of their petty competition. As time passed, Madison finally stumbled off in her heels. Presumably to have a smoke out back. Queenie, ever the helpful friend, pulled Zoe away for a dance. Leaving Kyle free of anyone’s clutches. Seizing your chance, you immediately stepped in. And you lead him upstairs to your room.

It took around ten minutes for the two of you to finally leave the academy for trick-or-treating.

Five minutes to patiently explain your plan to Kyle, trying your best to help him understand. And another five minutes to help him get ready, after struggling to clarify what Halloween was to begin with. You asked if he wanted to dress up in a costume. 

Kyle’s only response was a simple, slurred-

“W-Woooooolf.”

He then made an awroooo sound in an adorable attempt to mimic a wolf’s howl. It was the cutest thing you’d ever seen Kyle do. And hearing him make such a precious sound instantly melted your heart.

You took the time to chat with Kyle. And you joked that if you’d known ahead of time he wanted to be a wolf, the two of you could have coordinated costumes. Perhaps you could have gone as Little Red Riding Hood, and him as the big, bad wolf. Even though you weren’t sure if Kyle understood the reference, he gave you the sweetest smile nonetheless. In his undead eyes, you saw a sparkle of lingering humanity. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling your heart melt just a little more.

Carefully guiding Kyle to the bathroom, you brought him in front of the mirror. Using a dark, eyeliner pencil, you drew a big, black dot on the tip of his nose. Then, with a steady hand, you doodled adorable, cartoon whiskers on his cheeks.

Which, in retrospect, made him look more like a cat than a wolf.

But Kyle seemed delighted with his new appearance regardless. He held his big hands up in front of the mirror, curling his fingers into claws. Kyle faked a snarl, scrunching his nose and showing off his pink-tinted teeth. The teeth of a dead man.

To your own surprise, you managed to sneak Kyle out of the academy without a single hitch.

For the next few hours, you lead him around a local neighborhood. As the two of you made your way down the street, you marveled at the eerie decorations at every house. Politely, you approached each doorstep, excitedly proclaiming, “ Trick-or-treat! ” while holding Kyle’s hand loosely in yours.

Thankfully, nobody seemed to mind that you two were well past the necessary age for trick-or-treating.

You stopped to explain the concept of Halloween to him once more, after he struggled to understand what trick-or-treating was. He furrowed his blond brows, as though deep in thought. Kyle made a frustrated grunt in response. You couldn’t help but smile, finding his confusion…strangely endearing. Everything about him was endearing, really.

Despite his initial confusion, Kyle definitely enjoyed the candy aspect of Halloween. The treats. His opaque eyes lit up with glee, and he held his pumpkin bucket up in front of you like a fabulous prize. You cheered him on, showing off your basket overflowing with goodies.

A thick mugginess in the air felt sticky against your skin. As the hour grew later, the air shifted to a sharper, colder chill. Crisp, autumn leaves fluttered in the breeze, twirling in colorful circles along the road. The once charming decorations at every house now appeared all too creepy in the dark. Illuminated only by a combination of moonlight, and the occasional streetlight; the neighborhood appeared desolate and empty. You wrapped an arm around yourself for security and warmth.

Perhaps it was time to return to the academy before things got any spookier.

Kyle loomed in close proximity to you all night. And as the hours passed, he leaned in even closer. Part of you began to question your assumptions about him. Perhaps you had misjudged. Maybe Kyle appreciated the constant attention Zoe and Madison gave him back at the academy.

His craving for physical touch was obvious. Every time you tried to create some space between the two of you, he pressed himself against you again. It became clear then, physical intimacy was something Kyle wanted on an almost constant basis. And given his limited communication skills, you figured he had no other way of expressing such a need. He stuck to your side like glue, walking with you throughout the cold, dark neighborhood.

You were reminded of that Oingo Boingo song. Dead Man’s Party.

I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walkin' with a dead man, with a dead man

Ooh-ooh, waitin' for an invitation to arrive

Ooh, walkin' with a dead man, with a dead man

Despite his proximity, Kyle’s body provided you with no warmth. You were left plagued by the nightly chill in the air. And out of nowhere, Kyle groaned, sounding displeased about… something. You didn’t know what. Worried it was your fault, you moved to give him more space. Kyle appeared even more annoyed then. He choked on words he couldn’t say. And you stopped in your tracks on the sidewalk. Gazing at him with concern in your eyes, you tried to deduce what the problem was.

“Hey, K-” You started.

Before you could ask him, Kyle reached out a hand. He stared down at you with black, cloudy eyes. Between his pale, grey lips rested a half-eaten candy bar. His fingers were covered with sticky chocolate. And he made a move to pull the collar of your low-cut dress down.

“Oh! Wh-...Kyle!! What are you doing, honey?!” You shrieked in hushed surprise.

At that moment, something must have clicked in Kyle’s Frankenstein brain. Some kind of instinctive shift.

Even though he loved his candy, chocolate wasn’t necessarily the kind of Halloween treat he wanted. He pulled the chocolate bar from his lips, tossing it aside into the grass.

“Treeeaat…” He slurred, with his pale, chapped lips coated in chocolate. Kyle tugged the front of your dress down even lower, “Tr…tr-trick…or treeeat?”

Your breasts almost popped out from the force of his strong tug. The swell of them bounced in a mesmerizing display, looking supple and smooth. Smears of chocolate stained the clean, white lace of your dress. Gasping, you backed up before Kyle could do anymore damage. You stumbled on your sparkling, ruby slippers. As you struggled to find your balance, Kyle eagerly followed. He pushed his strong body against yours, leaning down to kiss you.

“Kyle, no! N-Not that I mind, if this is what you want! But…can you at least wait until we get home, bud?” You protested, bringing a hand to his mouth to stop him.

You were fearful of any late-night passerby catching the two of you in such a compromising position. Kyle knit his brows together, put off by your rejection. You gave him a sympathetic look, and lowered your hand.

Whatever you said before, none of it registered. Kyle abruptly attacked your neck with his mouth, and you sucked in a sharp breath. His lips were frigid and cold against your skin, their rough, chapped texture scraping across your neck. Reveling in your taste, he hungrily swirled his cool, slimy tongue.

“Honey, no-...s-stop! You can’t-” You pathetically whined, patting him repeatedly on the shoulders to get his attention.

Kyle devoured your neck like a Halloween treat, sloppily tonguing your smooth, warm skin. You squirmed as he wrapped his thick arms around you tightly, pulling you closer. The entire weight of Kyle’s body pressed itself into yours. Dead weight. You lost your balance again, stumbling backwards. And without meaning to, you slipped off your feet behind a nearby lining of bushes.

Taking a tumble, Kyle came down with you. He immediately took advantage of your vulnerable position on the ground, crawling over your body. Even as you continued to protest, Kyle’s attention returned to your neck. He nipped at your skin, flicking his sticky tongue in a desperate thirst for more of you. Underneath your body, you felt dewey grass seep wetness into your dress. You squirmed again, hesitant to give in to Kyle’s reckless desire.

“Pleaaaase! Just let me-...Kyle, please, help me up, won’t you?” You begged in a desperate plea.

He groaned a throaty noise into your soft neck, and his hands began to explore your body. Fighting to maintain your dignity, as well as your modesty; you made another move to push Kyle off of you. Your hands pressed hard at his thick shoulders, but he refused to budge.

“I’m serious! If you wanna do this together, we can, okay? Just…not here! This is…it’s a neighborhood, right? What if someone sees?? Let’s just wait until we get home, please?” You insisted, “Kyle, p-

Unexpectedly, he cut you off (or shut you up, rather) with a surprise kiss. 

Lips of a muted, grey hue collided with your own, more saturated ones. A kiss of life and death. Kyle’s lips were ice cold, molding effortlessly with your warmth. He tasted of a bizarre mix between cheap, dollar store chocolate and…something else you didn’t recognize. Something almost…earthy.

He was the sloppiest kisser you ever locked lips with. Prodding at your lips fiercly with his tongue, Kyle demanded entrance. When you didn’t let him in, a frustrated growl vibrated through his mouth. His hand darted down to your chest, where he tugged the front of your dress with an even stronger pull. Threatening to rip it apart, as though he knew you would protest.  

You opened your mouth with a surprised squeak, scrambling to pull Kyle’s hand away.

That oozy, freezing tongue of his slithered its way past your lips like a wiggly leech. Thick and slimy in your mouth. Kyle’s kisses became filled with a wild and unrestrained passion. Even though such a messy makeout session would be off-putting to anyone else, you found yourself melting into it. Despite having no concept of restraint or consistency, Kyle’s lack of skill was somehow intoxicating. You were irresistibly drawn to his discolored, dead man tongue.

You couldn’t help but think of how you always admired the way he looked.

When he was alive, Kyle was undeniably stunning, and so gorgeous. He had one of those beautiful, sunshine smiles, and golden hair to match. But after his resurrection, he was viewed as somewhat of a monster. Since the initial work done to bring him back had been less than subpar. To the average person, Kyle looked like a walking corpse pulled straight out of Night of the Living Dead.

However, Kyle’s zombified appearance did nothing to deter you. In death, you found him attractive in about a million other, more forbidden ways. Perhaps you were a bit of a freak behind closed doors.

And now, you had the opportunity to appreciate Kyle, in all his reanimated glory. Allowing yourself to explore his bulky, undead form. Corpse-like in appearance, Kyle’s body seemed right on the cusp of decay.

Maybe you could indulge in your curiosity and unconventional attraction…for just a few minutes. A moment or two wouldn’t hurt. Kyle was obviously desperate for the attention anyway. It was almost cute, really. The way he fought so hard to fool around with you.

Yeah. A few minutes of teasing touches. And then, you’d surely head back to the academy together.

You hesitated to touch Kyle intimately at first, careful not to cross any personal boundaries.

You knew Kyle harbored strict boundaries somewhere in that Frankenstein brain of his. Misty had told both you and Zoe all about it. Though, none of you had any clue where such boundaries originated. Was Kyle somehow self conscious? Did his instincts operate on a more intense, animalistic level of fight or flight? There wasn’t any way for him to tell you, and you’d never be able to guess on your own. Best to tread lightly.

Kyle loomed over you, guzzling your lips and tongue like a hungry man starved. Raising a hand, the tips of your fingers took a careful chance. They brushed across the poorly sewn stitches in his neck. Grazing his prominent scars, you traced their irregular lining.

You were afraid he might recoil, but Kyle instantly melted into your touch. His shoulders fell slack for a moment, and he moaned a soft, little whine into your mouth. It was as if tracing the scarred etching of stitches brought him some sense of relief.

A trail of thick, gooey saliva connected your tongues, as Kyle pulled his lips from yours. He gazed down into your eyes with a soft expression. The cute dot you'd drawn on his nose was slightly smudged now, along with those kitty wolf whiskers. You noted the way his hefty form looked, illuminated by a faint blanket of warm, yellow light. The street light flickered from above, as if threatening to abandon the two of you in the dark.

You stared back into Kyle’s foggy eyes. They were somewhat empty of humanity, with black pupils blown wide. His brawny chest became exposed, as you unbuttoned the thick flannel of Kyle’s shirt. Trembling fingers felt across his pecs, your skin burning hot against Kyle’s lifeless cold. He shuddered under your touch, arching his back slightly.

“W-Waaarm.” He slurred, “Mooore…”

Patches of discoloration decorated Kyle’s broad torso. They reminded you of a tropical desert map. One in which Kyle’s pale skin was the desert sand. Portions of his flesh had turned yellow in color. Faint hues of deep purple and sea-foam blue leaked through, similar to a watercolor palette. You ran your fingers over the discolored patches of skin, feeling subtle, textural changes. Kyle’s skin was overall smooth, but slightly torn near his ribs.

“Stop me if-uh…if this hurts, okay?” You whispered in a soft tone. Kyle tilted his head, the blonde curls of his hair dangling over his face.

Morbid curiosity overcame you, as you momentarily delved deeper into Kyle’s ripped flesh. The texture of his skin was uneven, as the surrounding skin had dried out slightly. Hesitant, yet alarmingly eager, you dipped your fingers into a decaying wound close to his ribs. Keeping your eyes on Kyle’s face, you searched his expression for any signs of discomfort. Beyond the scabbed edges of his skin, your fingers found a cold, mushy cavern inside.

You felt the cold rigidity of his rib bones just beneath the surface, the dampness of his insides slimy and raw. Kyle’s breathing steadily grew labored the longer you explored him from the inside. His jaw fell slack, dark eyes rolling back in his deep sockets. After teasing the wound for a few beats longer, you pulled your digits from it. A warm blush pooled in your cheeks, and you exhaled a flustered laugh. Ashamed of yourself.

“S-Sorry, honey…” You apologized, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Kyle whimpered in response, wildly shaking his head. A slimy stickiness lingered on the tips of your fingers. And you made a mental note to thoroughly wash your hands once you finally returned to the academy.

You explored Kyle’s peculiar body for a moment longer. Beautiful, blue veins were visible under the thin layer of his skin. You traced those veins, following their intricate, web-like patterns. Kyle’s eyes fell closed as you did. He hummed soft, submissive whines. His head occasionally jerked in sudden, instinctive motions. After opening his eyes, Kyle stared down at you with a more lax, half-lidded expression.

You noted the way his eye sockets were slightly sunken in, appearing almost skeletal. A smokey darkness surrounded his foggy, black eyes, making them pop when they widened with abrupt impatience.

Growing fed up with your slow-paced, careful touches, Kyle darted down. He returned to his original task, gnawing pink teeth against the burning flesh of your neck. Your blood pulsed under your skin, beating against his slimy tongue. You brought your hands up to his blonde curls, carding your fingers through the somewhat-ragged locks.

Kyle’s hair was clean and washed. Yet, the strands felt like those of an old, decrepit dog. Curls dangled in his face as he mouthed your neck, and Kyle sloppily licked the bruises he sucked harshly into your skin. He pulled at your skimpy outfit, tearing rotted, jagged fingernails into the cheap fabric. Exposing your bra-covered breasts, Kyle ripped the front of your dress apart in one, harsh jerk. You wrapped a hand around his wrist, fighting to pull it away before Kyle tore your bra off as well.

“WAIT! Kyle, no! You can’t, honey!! I-It’s cold out here!! And someone might see!!” You insisted, “B-Before we do that, let’s go back home first!”

You were in too deep now, that much was obvious.

He jerked his hand away from your hold, groaning in protest. Kyle brought his massive palm to your chest, curling his fingers into your bra. He ripped the garment apart, letting your tits bounce freely. Immediately upon seeing them in their lucious, supple glory, Kyle made another noise. A groggy, throaty sound dripped from his tongue, drooling cool saliva over your breasts. He didn’t hold back, dropping to swipe his sticky tongue hungrily around one of your nipples. 

“T-T…T….Treeeeeeeat…” Kyle groaned, ragged over your breast.

You whimpered, your nipples immediately hardening in response to his numbing, chilly touch. Your hands dropped to Kyle’s broad shoulders again, as you attempted once more to push him away. Ruthless with desire, Kyle licked and sucked your tits, as though thirsty for the milk you couldn’t provide.

By now, Kyle was handling you a little more roughly than you preferred.

As the dull flats of Kyle’s teeth sank into your flesh, biting hard; you were beginning to second guess yourself. Kyle chomped into your smooth skin like he wanted to rip you apart and feast on your blood. You wiggled from under him, trying to shimmy away. The hand of his not occupied with your breast, darted up to your shoulder. Kyle forced you down with his palm, keeping you in place. Mesmerized by the pheromones permeating from your pretty breasts, Kyle couldn’t stop himself. He gnawed your tit even harder.

And for you, that bite crossed a line.

Imprints of Kyle’s teeth were left embedded into your skin. Weakly raising your basket, you fought Kyle off, repeatedly whacking him on the shoulders with it. Candy flew out from the basket in every direction. In the back of your mind, you mourned their loss.

No matter how much you fought, Kyle refused to budge. If anything, your protests encouraged him further. Kyle grew more frustrated, growling monstrous noises into your tits as he sucked one hard. He scraped his teeth up to your collarbone, chomping into your skin so harshly you nearly cried.

“Stoooppp!!! Please!!! Kyle, sweetheart, that hurts!!” You pathetically begged, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes, “Please stop!! It’s not good, Kyle! It’s very bad!”

He shook his head wildly with another animalistic growl, keeping you caged under his body in the wet grass. Kyle moved himself further down your squirming form, jerking the skirt of your dress up over your belly. The tiny, lace panties you wore underneath were exposed to him completely, along with a shameful, wet spot between your legs.

“Noooo! Good… v-very good …” Kyle grumbled, frustrated. He sank down between your legs, enveloping your clothed pussy with his whole mouth.

Goosebumps shot across your thighs as his cold breath met your cunt. Kyle’s teeth roughly grazed you, his slimy tongue prodding your folds through the thin fabric of your panties. You instantly panicked, kicking his shoulders with all the might you had left.

Kyle violently tore your delicate panties off, ripping the fabric at the seams and leaving you bare. Crisp, late-night air nipped your poor, defenseless pussy. Fearful that Kyle might start chomping at your cunt like a corpse in search of brains, you quickly rolled onto your belly in the grass. You crawled forward on trembling limbs, your veins pumped full of adrenaline. 

“L-Let me go, Kyle! No more! We gotta get back now!! P-Please!” You cried, rushing forwards with your knees pressing into the dirt.

Kyle came charging after you on all fours, his movements similar to that of a vicious, feral predator. The panic swarming your brain heightened, surging down your spine. Your heartbeat kicked to high-speed. Scrambling to stand, you were faced with the unfortunate reality…that your legs were too shaken and weak to function.

Your thin stocks were stained with mossy green, as wet dew seeped into their fabric. Just as you made it to the sidewalk pavement, you felt the tight grasp of cold hands wrapping around your ankles. Your ruby slippers kicked frantically against Kyle’s hold. But his grip tightened around them. Kyle dragged you by your ankles behind the bush in the dark, his jagged, rotting nails sinking into your skin over your stockings and scratching holes in the fabric.

That Oingo Boingo tune stuck on repeat in your head, echoed eerily topical lyrics in your subconscious mind. Don’t run away, it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

Don’t run away, it’s only me

Don’t be afraid of what you can’t see

You couldn’t hold back the terrified scream that leapt from your throat.

Kyle’s eyes flew open wide. He moved quickly, climbing over your body from behind. Reaching around to clasp a large, cold hand over your mouth, Kyle growled chilly breaths into the shell of your ear. You could feel the hard press of his sizable bulge against your ass.

You barely registered the sound of Kyle’s hushed, throaty voice shushing you, as you cried for him to stop in loud pleas. He whispered in your ear gentle, slurred reassurances…or, at least, he tried to. Kyle apologized repeatedly, mouthing your ear and neck in a more loving, yet clumsy way. Less teeth. Thank fuck for less teeth.

“S-Ssssss-...sooorry.” He mumbled slowly, “N-N…N….Neeeeed…”

Trying to calm yourself, you breathed long, deep breaths through your nose.

Realistically, you knew Kyle never intended to hurt you. And if he did, it wasn’t necessarily his fault. He was a creature who operated purely on animalistic, carnal instinct. His brain functioned at a process slower than the average person. Like Frankenstein’s monster. Of course, it should come as no surprise. If Kyle desired something as natural as sex, his thirst was bound to make him slightly more deranged.

Maybe he just hadn’t been taught otherwise.

With one of his hands clasped tightly over your mouth, Kyle brought his other to his jeans. He felt around aimlessly for the button, finding it difficult to free his cock from the constrictive denim. After a bit of agitated fumbling, Kyle finally released his hefty, undead cock from his pants. Perched in the grass on your elbows and knees, you curiously dropped your head to take a glance at his dick.

You were lucky enough to catch a quick glimpse of Kyle’s thick, bouncing cock. It was discolored like the rest of his body, and covered in vivid, blue veins. In your mind, you questioned the logistics. How was it even possible for a zombified man to get an erection?? Was it witch magic? Was witch magic really powerful enough to keep oozy, undead blood flowing through a zombie?

Kyle mounted you much like an animal in heat, guiding the fat tip of his cock to your weeping entrance.

The stark contrast between his corpse-like temperature and your own, more lively warmth shook you to your core. You gasped into Kyle’s palm, your lower-half squirming as the deathly cold, smooth length of his cock pushed its way through your searing walls. Your pleasant heat engulfed Kyle’s dick completely, and he immediately roared a guttural noise from deep in his chest.

“T-Trrrreeeeeeeeeeeeaaat!” He slurred in a broken tone, “ G-...G….Gooood treat.”

Those were the last, coherent words Kyle spoke, before carnal instinct took over his brain completely. He violently jerked his hips forward, sinking his stiff cock deeper into your pussy. The leaking, wet tip hit your cervix in a bruising pressure. You fell forward into the grass, almost losing balance on your trembling legs. Kyle released his hold on your mouth, instead raking his blunt, uneven nails down your body.

Pumping his cock through the tight squeeze of your cunt, Kyle dropped his palms to the grass. His brittle nails dug themselves so deep into the dirt.

“K-Ky-” You choked, feeling a thickness bubbling in your throat, “Kyle, please-”

The slickness of his length felt inhumanly cold inside you. Your blistering hot pussy constricted around him, grasping hold of Kyle’s cock and pulling him in deeper. He wanted so desperately to gnaw and bite you again, but he refrained from doing so. Kyle made huffy, monstrous noises as he fucked you raw and hard in the grass. Guttural, zombie-like groans echoed, ragged against your ear from behind. He carried no restraint, as he drilled you with his dick so hard and deep, it began to hurt.

Your entire body buzzed with sharp, pinpricks of overwhelming pleasure, edging so closely to pain. But somehow, you registered the ache as intoxicating. Your body couldn’t stop itself from betraying your brain’s warnings. Despite your suffering, your pussy fluttered so wet around Kyle’s cock. Hot, slick heat made it so easy for him to fuck you as hard as he desired. Allowing him to act on his unfiltered, baseless instincts.

“P-Please-...Ky-...Kyle…slow down, please-” You begged, mewling little cries.

Your soft voice only encouraged Kyle. His thrusts turned more violent and rapid, losing any consistency. Heavy balls slapped repeatedly at your hot mound, teasing your clit. Out of your control, your eyes rolled back in their sockets, as you moaned in blissful ecstasy.

Kyle’s nasty, unrelenting thrusts were so powerful in force, the overstimulation was enough to make you cum from penetration alone. Your fiery heat tightened around his pulsing cock, and your body erupted in a mind-altering onslaught of uncontrollable, orgasmic trembles. Kyle roared another guttural, monstrous sound, unable to resist sinking his blunt teeth into your neck. He wrapped an arm tightly around your middle, jerking you backwards to meet his thrusts.

“Kyle, wait!” You struggled to speak, your head dizzy and swimming. Turning your head slightly, you felt Kyle’s messy, blond hair brush the skin of your cheek, “Don’t finish inside! You have to – f-fuck – you have to pull out! You can’t cum inside me, baby!”

Your ass bounced recklessly against the hairy mound of Kyle’s pelvis. If he understood what you meant, it was clear Kyle had no intention of listening. Burying his length to the hilt in one, final, savage thrust; Kyle spilled his sticky, zombie seed deep inside your hot, living pussy.

“N-NO! KYLE, NO-” You panicked again, trying to crawl forward and out of Kyle’s grasp, “FUCK! YOU CAN’T-”

He roared his loudest noise yet, the sudden sound tearing through your eardrums. Latching a palm tightly around the back of your neck, Kyle forced you face down into the dewey grass. With your ass up and out, he fucked the last of his cum into your pussy with a near damaging force. A frigidly cold sensation pooled in the pit of your belly.

For a short moment, Kyle kept his slick cock buried inside you. Even as the length softened, he took his time before pulling himself from your cunt. And once he finally did, the thickness of his off-colored, oozy cum came spilling out of you in heavy spurts.

As it turns out, zombies cum a lot.

You shivered, sniffling as hot tears raced down your reddened cheeks. Kyle released his hold on your neck, reaching up to pet you clumsily over your hair. Behind you, you heard shuffling as he fought to tuck himself in his pants and fumbled with the button. Your knees collapsed into the grass, and you heaved rapid, frantic breaths. You couldn’t deny the way your body quivered with blissful, euphoric exhaustion.

“Kyle…for fuck’s sake…why…” You sniffled with a hiccup, lying with your cheek pressed to the grass.

Several bite marks of deep, dark violet littered your once clean skin. You rolled onto your back on the ground, your chest rising and falling with every quick breath you took. Kyle sat back on his knees, staring down at you with an expression of fearful, worried confusion. It seemed that, somehow, he didn’t understand why you were so immobile and worn out.

Kyle’s black eyes steadily trailed across every mark he left behind, all over your neck, collarbone, and breasts.

He frowned, his foggy eyes pooling with heavy tears. The whiskers and nose you’d drawn on his face earlier were smeared to high heaven, leaving black streaks on his cheeks.

Crawling over you again, Kyle gently buried his teary-eyed face in your tits. He pressed soft, cool kisses along your abused skin. Before resting his cheek on your chest. His thin, blonde curls tickled your chin.

“S-S…ssssorry… ” He mumbled through his tears. Kyle rubbed his thumb across one of the bites he left behind, making you wince, “B-Baaaad…not gooood…sorry…” 

Despite his rough handling, you knew you couldn't stay mad at Kyle for very long. In a way, he'd made you feel pleasure beyond anything you ever experienced with an average, living man. And the loving kindness he carried under the surface of his monstrous exterior made you adore him. So much more than you already did.

You let out a long, tired sigh, raising a hand to gently run your fingers through Kyle's curls.

"What am I gonna do with you, huh? It's okay, honey. It hurt a little bit, but...I'm fine. Just..." You breathed an exhausted laugh, wincing as you tried to move, "Let's try to teach you a little restraint next time, okay?"

If you thought about it logically, there was no possible way you could actually get pregnant from a reanimated corpse, right? His swimmers were probably dead as doornails. Regardless, you felt a little squeamish knowing loads of gooey, zombie spunk resided inside you. You shivered at the thought, shaking your head.

Yeah, you definitely needed a long, hot shower. Asap.

"Can we please go home now, Kyle?" You begged, weakly sitting up on your elbows.

Peering up at you through adorable, innocent, dark eyes, Kyle blinked slowly. He nodded, pushing himself quickly off your body.

"H-Hhhhhh-....Hoooome..." He mumbled, politely holding out a hand to help you up.

You found yourself too incapacitated to stand. After such a raw, violent fucking, your body felt on the brink of death. Consumed by exhaustion, it was as though you'd become the living corpse. Undead and barely functional. Falling into the grass on your back, you groaned, burdened by a deep ache in your bones.

Catching on to your pained, tuckered-out state, Kyle reached down. He wrapped his thick arms around your body, effortlessly lifting you up over his shoulder. It was a ridiculously careless way for him to carry you, but you couldn't find it in yourself to complain.

In one hand, Kyle held his pumpkin bucket and your basket, both slightly empty of the candy they once held. With your limp body lying slump over his shoulder, he used his other hand to keep your skirt pinned over your butt. Nice of him to consider your decency. 

In the empty, desolate cold of a moonlit, Halloween night; Kyle carried you all the way back to the academy.

And the whole way, as you hung limp over his shoulder in a fucked-out daze...you hummed a song softly to yourself.

Oingo Boingo kept looping endlessly in your head, like a persistent parasite.

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walking with a dead man over my shoulder

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

Walking with a dead man over my shoulder

#kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer x you #kyle spencer x y/n #smut #txt #ahs

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How you meet for Henry x female reader plz

Fluff plz

— cherry blossom.

masterlist. / nav.

❰ warnings. fem!reader, slight angst (blame hawkins lab), surgery scene (blood, wounds), there’s lots of fluff i promise

❰ word count. 2.6k

❰ note. if he just…had a healthy, soft connection with someone he might not have ended up as a moist walnut

danny elfman’s “ice dance” heavily inspired the last scene! 🥰

Trading off a concrete, jungle city for miles of trees and open sky had an unexpected change in pace. Everything from buying groceries to drinking coffee was done slower and more deliberately than in a bustling city.

Hawkins had that cafe sense of community; sitting down with someone they’d known since preschool, which meant the small town was like a knitting circle. Word got around.

Your arrival in the suburban neighborhood drew eyes like flies to a corpse. Especially your work clothes. Blank and professional, it was off putting. You didn’t have patterned scrubs or with characters, but a callback to the second world war; a white ward dress and hat.

Fitting, since your new job was established after that war, built as an X with only one road in and out. Secluded in the woods, barbed wire fences cradled the building. It didn’t have windows, but was covered with chain mail-esque grating, and atop the roof, disks jutted out like a cluster of white mushrooms.

You slowed your car at the gate, and provided your identification tag to the military police. Looking through the many eyes of the gate, something cold breathed down your throat; spreading like food coloring throughout your body.

The other thing you learned about small towns—they weren’t safer. There was a preconceived notion of them being more secure than big cities, but the opposite was true.

Your job was the most perilous thing in Hawkins. In your history of government work, little fazed you, but when you first saw the children, lined up in order of height like Russian nesting dolls, it weighed down your heart. Their names were numbers. Their childhood was white walls, bloody noses, and tests.

“Children,” Brenner said. “This is your new nurse. Say hello.”

In unison, they greeted, “Hi, miss (Y/N).”

Their voices were innocent, but in their spare time they spied through closed eyes and compressed animals to death. They were being trained to kill people.

In a backlash of pre-teen rebellion, one of them had accidentally killed the previous nurse. It wasn’t their fault to lash out in such a way, seeing as where they were being raised and how they were treated. It frightened and saddened you.

But one person, an orderly, was very human with them. You didn’t know his name, but you had watched how he interacted with the children. He never stood over them, looked down at them, or watched them with the stiff demeanor of a prison guard. He was always eye level, sitting on the floor, or across from them in a game of chess.

Without windows to look outside, he became their idea of sunlight; bright at every angle in their days, and warming the cold, emotionless space within the otherwise colorful walls.

Some of that light shone on you, calming the tightness in your chest. You wished to feel all of it. To know him, and to be of some comfort to the children like he was.

The gate peeled open, and you eased your car through—just as you now encouraged one of the children through the door of the rainbow room. Hand on his shoulder, you walked in with him, and your heart hiccuped as the orderly, standing in the middle of the room, turned to you.

He neatly held his hands at his abdomen. His hair, swept in waves, recalled the color and sheen of gold pearls, contrasting his alabaster skin. He made you think of Apollo. Suitable. A god associated with the sun.

“Feeling better today, are we?” He tilted his head, his small smile dimpling his cheeks.

The child nodded.

“Great, why don’t you join the others? You've got some catching up to do.”

The child left your side, and the orderly’s eyes were drawn to you. He approached, and your heartbeat became more quick and pronounced against your chest.

His eyes held the inviting warmth of summer’s first day, but little did you know his heart was the shape of the devil’s forked tongue. Funny how he always wore white, which symbolized purity.

“We haven’t properly met.” He extended his hand out to you. “I’m Peter Ballard. And you?”

“Y/N.” You took his hand, but he was the first to squeeze. He held your eyes, entrancing you with how kind he looked, and how he kept your hand in his. “I’ve been meaning to say…” You trailed off, but he waited, patient, and smiling thoughtfully.

“The way you…interact with them. The children. It’s so human, which might be strange to say, but…no one else has that connection to these kids, not even Brenner. You sit and talk with them. You listen.”

“I used to be very close to the first one they brought in. I knew him well.” Peter stepped closer to you, dipping his chin to keep eye contact as his height grew more over you. Goosebumps traced up your spine like a sensual hand. “But I haven’t gotten to know you. And I want to.” He quieted his voice. “If you’ll let me.”

You marveled at him, lips parted. A worded response refused you, and you nodded.

The brightness in his broad smile echoed in his eyes. He looked relieved.

Peter made sure he lingered in your thoughts, whether in the moment, or when you were apart. You attracted him like flies to a dead body, and he was all over you with subtle touches—standing so close your hips brushed, walking by you and his hand kissing yours in passing.

He once removed a stray thread of your uniform stuck to your chest, letting his fingers draw along the curve of your breast. He was neat and orderly, after all. At least, that was your excuse.

It wasn’t just physical touches. His eyes always sought you out, admiring you as though you were his favorite flower in the garden, as he did now. The children blurred into the background with you around, his central focus.

“Where were you before Hawkins?” He asked. He always had an abundance of questions for you. About you.

“Macon, Georgia.”

“Is there something you miss about it?”

“Only one thing. The cherry blossoms. Each spring, Macon turns into a pink fairground for the International Cherry Blossom Festival, with amusement rides and blossom-themed events. I miss it. The trees were always so beautiful. Especially at night. And I loved sitting beneath them when the wind would blow the petals away.

“I never fit in well with others. I’ve always been reluctant in new places, believing them to be indifferent to how everyone and everything else treated me. Because I was different. With the cherry blossoms, I found…” Your throat closed like a fist, and hurt crawled into your chest; talons writing burning marks.

It wasn’t easy to convey something which could not be conveyed in words. It was in your bones, and could only be felt in those same bones.

Pain’s language was pure presence—pure feeling. Like reading braille. One would have to reach into you and feel the cracks on your bones, the rough texture of uneasy healing in order to understand.

“Solace…” Peter murmured. He looked at you differently this time. A wound recognized another wound.

Vision blurred, you met his eyes.

“I know.” He spoke so softly, with so much understanding it proved a balm to your raw nerves. “My label was ‘broken’.”

“How did you…?”

“Cope?” He lifted his brow. “My solace was black widows nested in a vent. They fascinated me. Comforted me in how misunderstood they were. Like you and I. But then I was take—” Peter cut himself off, swallowing hard, tendons swollen as scratches in his neck. “Forgive me. Memory is a rope around the neck.”

Taken?

“Can you do something for me?” This time, he looked straight on as if to appear indifferent to anyone watching. “I want to show you something, but I am unable to without your help.”

“What is it?” You asked, mirroring his action.

“Meet me after the children are asleep. The infirmary.” He tucked his hands behind his back, and left your side.

Doors shutting, and keys jangling in the locks resounded in the hall. The children were put in their rooms, numbered like their wrists.

You waited in yours, the infirmary, for Peter. What would he ask you to do? Why did it need to be in private?

The door opened, and Peter slipped through.

You strode toward him. “Peter, what’s this about?”

He held his index finger to his plush lips. “Softly.”

“Peter…”

He lowered his hand. “This place is a prison, Y/N.” He spoke slowly in his mellow tone. He wanted to emphasize each word, their importance—to sew them into you. Intricate patterns required the most steady needle. “Everyone here is a prisoner, not just the children, but the guards, too. You. Me.”

Your eyebrows squished together, and you looked down. Words evaded your mind as sudden coldness pricked your core. You hugged yourself, cupping your elbows.

“You may have a home to leave to at the end of the day, but they will always have you—body, and mind, like they do me. And they will kill you.”

You looked back up to him, eyes wide.

“Or electrocute you into mental paralysis if they so choose. What they do here will always be above your life, no matter what you do for them.”

Your stomach quivered, and sweat leaked from the lines of your palms. You believed him. Why else would he approach you with this? The government was always fucked—you didn’t need a reminder, but you never thought, as a nurse, you’d end up in this end of it.

“I’m not trying to scare you.” Peter gently took your hand in both of his, squeezing in promise. “I want to free you from this hell, and the children.” He lifted his brow. “They don’t belong here. You’ve seen, day after day, the brutality. I’ve lived it, too, and they don’t want to let me go. But you can help me, and I can help you.”

They hurt him? Christ. Your heart stuttered at the thought. “What you said before in the rainbow room, or…almost did. Were you…” You winced. “Taken by them?”

“A long time ago, when I was Henry Creel.” He released your hand, leaving a shadow of his warmth on your cold body. “They took my name, and then they took something else from me.”

He angled his head, and drew his hair back, exposing his neck. He touched a scar there—or, rather, what was below it—in him. Something the size and shape of a pill. He was able to push on it, and it rolled up beneath his skin. “Brenner calls it Soteria. It weakens me, tracks me.”

“You want me,” you said softly. “To take it out?”

Peter angled his head back and looked at you, but you saw Henry Creel. Eyes blue as Morning Glory flowers, softened by his silent pleading from the weariness of being Peter Ballard.

He had been bound to these eyeless walls, and the colors of him were flushed white—his individuality and freedom taken. All he had left was that yellow light, that sunlight you always saw radiating from him. What else could he do but try to cling to a color that meant warmth when he never received it in any form. All he had left was the meaning.

You released a breath you had been holding. “Okay.”

“Remember, you can’t hurt me more than they already have.” Henry lay on the bed, and pulled his belt from his waist, bending it into a loop to bite between his teeth.

On a stool, you sat next to him, holding a scalpel. He angled his head, exposing his neck again, and you leaned to him, brushing your fingertips along his skin to push his hair away. You touched the edge of the scalpel to the scar, glancing up at Henry with a silent apology before you drew a clean slit.

He shut his eyes as you had to trace the incision with the blade once more, due to the thick scar tissue. Blood drooled out from the cut, and you switched the scalpel for tweezers.

As you dipped them into the wound, Henry stiffened, and the cords in his neck bulged. You massaged the pill-like device upwards as you pushed the tweezers deeper to grab it.

Henry bared his teeth, and you imagined they’d leave imprints in the leather of his belt.

You clamped the tweezers down on Soteria, and pulled it out. Slick with blood, you held it up in front of you, brow furrowed. What did this thing do? Why did Henry need to be weakened? Did the other orderlies have one?

Henry relaxed beside you, letting the belt fall from his mouth. He worked his jaw, loosening it. His tolerance for pain made your heart heavy. Why did he have to go through so much of it?

He moved to sit at the edge of the bed, his eyes bearing into the device trapped in the jaws of the tweezers. “Who knew such a small thing could be a nuisance.” He grabbed Soteria from the tweezers, and stood from the bed, unconsciously walking away as he admired the device as though it were a rare jewel.

He looked over his shoulder at you, his thumb and index fingers patchy with his own blood. The sunlight in him was brighter than before. “Now I can show you.”

Henry walked you to the doors of the rainbow room, but he trailed behind, letting you approach first.

You turned to him—him, standing there all proper again, hands hidden behind him. Your incredulous look made him smile. He gestured forward with a nod, encouraging you.

Reluctant, you faced the doors, and your spine grew sensitive under his gaze. What could there be to show in here? You grabbed the handle and pulled.

Then you felt a cool breeze, and heard the wind ruffle branches, heavy with billowy pink blossoms. You drew in a breath, and the slightest, sweet smell, faintly of lilacs, caressed your lungs.

You stood in a tunnel of Cherry Blossom trees. Looking up, a blue sky veined the pink canopy.

Like making a wish on a dandelion clock, the petals blew away from their branches, and drifted around you as pink snow.

It was exactly as you remembered it—as if you had stepped into the memory itself. Third Street Park in Macon.

Happiness—golden, wonderful happiness gave you wings. You felt so light on your feet.

But as you looked around, you didn’t see Henry, and your smile faded. Your heart hesitated. “Henry?”

“I’m here.”

And then you were okay, relieved, at the sound of his voice—soft and comforting. Since you met him, you often felt strange, or abandoned, without his nearness. You had longed for people before, but not like this.

You turned, and he stepped toward you, holding all of his tenderness for you in his eyes. How blue, how much brighter they were because of you—like the wings of a morpho butterfly.

“How are you—how is this possible?”

Henry’s eyes dropped, and you looked down to his overturning wrist. He pulled away his sleeve, unveiling bolded numbering against a map of blue veins.

001.

You understood now. They took him because he was just like the children. Except, he was patient zero. The first of them.

You held his wrist, thumb grazing the numbers. Your brow furrowed as you remembered all his pain associated with that branding.

“It’s alright,” Henry murmured, reaching his free hand up to cup your face.

You nuzzled his hand, touching your lips to his palm.

Around you, petals gathered like snowflakes, carpeting the ground in pink. Some clung to your hair, and his golden waves.

He rested his forehead against yours, your noses kissing. “It’s you and me now. I’ll keep you safe.”

#henry creel x reader #peter ballard x reader #001 x reader #henry creel x fem!reader #henry creel imagine #peter ballard x fem!reader #peter ballard imagine #001 x fem!reader

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Severus Snape x Demon! Reader x Muzan Kibutsuji

The Demon King's Fiancè

Chapter 1: A New World

Warnings: Mentions of Death

Y/n L/n was the fiance of Muzan Kibutsuji she was also from the Heian Period. Like him she was given the Medicine that contain the Blue Spider Lily unnoticeably she was turn into a Demon. At that Muzan disappeared with her looking for him. Centuries later in the Sengoku period she met with him again. However, she finds out he murdered innocent people to which she got infuriated but she's the only person that made him remember his past. However, because of this Y/n left Japan to another dimension.

She created a serum that would allow her to eat and taste human food thanks to it human food was the main source of her energy.

Centuries later....

It was the year of 2020, Y/n started attending Nevermore academy; a school for outcast. She is the only known outcast who was a Demon. Centuries prior she also created a serum that would allow her to walk to the sun.

“Y/n!!!” a cheerful voice calls out. The female Demon looks up to see Enid and of course Wednesday was with her. The Demoness smiles. “Hey, you two.” she greets her two best friends. She may be 1000 years old she is the only one who manages to maintain her humanity.

The outcast who seem to be different from the rest then looks at her. “I could see something seems bothering you, Y/n.” Wednesday points out. Y/n sighs. “It’s nothing, girls.” she lies. Wednesday’s cheerful werewolf roommate could tell she's lying but decides not to push her.

Meanwhile in Y/n’s home dimension....

Muzan was really angry. He couldn't find his fiance, the last time he saw her was centuries ago. He wouldn't dispatch any of his demons to find her. He'll have to find her himself as he knows her better than anyone. But she wasn't around in Japan but where could she be?

Meanwhile back in Nevermore....

Y/n got seperated from her friends as she went to the forest. But she saw a bright light that lit around the tree. She then texts Enid for her and Wednesday to come to where she was. However, she then starts getting pull to the portal. “Help me!!” she calls out but it's too late. She gets pull through unknowingly she drops her phone. The last thing she remembers before passing out she could smell the familiar scent of her friends.

3 minutes later....

She later woke up in a dark forest. She doesn't know why she immediately ran out of there but when she did. She realizes she wasn't in America anymore. She was in a Scotland but she could see a castle which is kinda different from Nevermore. The girl was scared as she wanders around the dark forest. “Where am I?” She ask herself.

She then walks out. When she gets closer, she saw four boys pestering another boy. “Snivellus, you stay away from Lily flower.” A boy wearing glasses says. She could smell the boys intentions were no good. “Hey!!” she calls out before the boys look at her before she stood in front of the boy their pestering.

Y/n hid the poor boy into her back as she fiercely glares the boys who was currently bullying him. “And who are you?” The boy with glasses ask her. “That is none of your business, weirdo..” She says making the boys scoff at her attitude. The Demoness’ eyes turn red as she let out her Demon side but only to scare them. She doesn't kill humans like Muzan.

“Yes.. ple-please do-don't hurt me...” The Slytherin boy says as he tries to cover himself. “Don't worry I'm not like them.” Y/n says along with a light smile. Severus then slowly looks at her but what he saw was genuine emotion. The Demoness then kneels down in front of him before she then holds her hand to him as she gives him a soft gentle smile.

Severus then took it as the girl in front of him help him up. The Slytherin teen then looks at her uniform it looks different from the Hogwarts robes worn by the other students. Her uniform indigo with purple strips. The insignia of Nevermore was on it. Severus realize this girl was a muggle.

He was about to do something. Y/n immediately smell that he thought she was a normie. “I’m actually an outcast. So don't mistake me for a normie.” she corrects him.

Severus nods his head slightly “Don't worry I didn't think that way...” He says shyly making the Demoness nod. “By the way, where am I right now?” She ask as she wanders her eyes around the place again. “Ummm... You're here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” The Slytherin teen reveals as the girl from Nevermore looks at him in shock. She's in another school but she could smell that this wasn't the world she knew.

She then regains her composure. “What a coincidence. The school I study pretty much not only study to magic. It is pretty much a school to help each student master their ‘unique’ abilities. I came from Nevermore Academy which is located in America.” The Demoness reveals. The Slytherin teen widen his eyes at her words. Her school seem to be similar Hogwarts.

Meanwhile at Y/n’s home dimension in the Infinity Fortress....

The Demon King was sending Demons to find the Blue Spider Lily and of course kill the Demon Slayers. However, the only other thing is racing in his mind was finding the woman he love, his Fiancè; Y/n L/n. Strangely his memories didn't become distant because of her and the love he felt for her.

However, he can't help but remember when they met again after 5 centuries she gives him a look of disgust. It wasn't the loving look she gives. Muzan's demon hearts aches as he remembers the way her face contorted with disgust and not love as she used to give him before.

Where could she be? He hasn't seen her in a long time. They were both the first two demons in existence but she has disappeared after the Sengoku period. She doesn't smell like a normal demon her blood smell different but sweet. However, as stated before he's not going to send any of his demons to find her. But she wasn't anywhere around Japan. ‘Y/n.... My queen.... I will find you....’ He initially thought.

Back to Y/n at Hogwarts....

The Demoness notice how shock the teen was in front of her. “Uh... Hey, are you okay?” she asks as she wave her hand in front him. She then proceeds to snap her fingers when she did the third time. That seem to get Severus out of his thoughts.

The Slytherin teen then shook his head. “I never heard that school before the only school I knew in America was Ilvermorny.” he says as that made Y/n shook her head. “I’m actually not from here. I'm from another dimension particularly another world that is pretty much different from yours.” she reveals as Severus seems surprise this girl who save him was from another dimension. He can't help but stare at her because of her beauty. The Demoness notices this before she clears her throat. “My name is Y/n. Y/n L/n.” she introduces herself to him. “Umm... My name is Severus. Severus Snape, L/n.” He says rather shyly.

Y/n can't help but give a soft smile. “Y/n is fine, Severus. You don't have to be so formal with me.” she reassures. The Slytherin teen gives a rather shy smile before he offered her to come along with him back to the castle to see if the Headmaster could help her.

Meanwhile back at Nevermore....

Enid was panicking about where her friend could be. Yoko; Y/n’s roommate was also inform about what happened. Wednesday would never admit it she was very concerned about her Demon friend. In fact, the people who the Demoness befriended was completely worried about where she could be.

But wherever she is they just hope she's alright.

#severus snape x reader #muzan x reader #harry potter crossover #demon slayer #wednesday #wednsday addams #wednesday enid #wednesday crossover #enid sinclair #demon slayer crossover #muzan kibutsuji #Spotify #SoundCloud

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Old Friends: The Scarlet Apprentice || Wanda Maximoff

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicidal thoughts; depression; mentions of injury; mentions of drowning; mentions of weapons; mentions of torture; mentions of blood; mentions of death. Slight MoM spoilers. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 3168 words.

Summary: Has Wanda, Stephen and Wong found the perfect way to stop you and Agatha?

A/N: Part 10 of ‘The Scarlet Apprentice’. There are some elements I have used from MoM, so if you haven’t watched it yet and don’t want it spoiling then don’t read this part. I do touch on some serious elements in this part such as Suicide. If you are sensitive to topics revolving this, skip this part. If anyone ever needs someone to talk to, my DM’s are always open- you’re not alone.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

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*Italics represent the interactions between the reader and Agatha directly.

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GIF not mine

Old Friends: The Scarlet Apprentice-

-The Kamar- Taj-

Wanda delicately walks across the courtyard, ensuring to avoid stepping on any of the deceased. Her vision is mostly blurred; tears form but fail to drop. With every lifeless face she sees, her heart breaks more and more. Never in a million years would she ever imagine that you’d have any part in a massacre such as this- to become a villain.

She glances over at Stephen, noticing how he kneels beside a young Sorcerer. He bows his head slightly, as he moves his fingertips over their eyes and slowly draws them to a close as a sign of respect.

She slowly makes her way towards him, noticing how Wong makes his way into the Kamar- Taj.

“You know, I wasn’t going to tell you this but I think for my own sake I need to let it out. To even attempt to view y/n as a person and not a monster-“ Stephen shifts his position to look towards Wanda, signalling for her to take his words in.

“When I had my car accident, I struggled with the concept of moving on with my life. Being a Surgeon was everything to me; it’s all I knew.” Stephen picks up his hands, showing Wanda the scars that remain from the tragic accident that cost him his career. Her eyes study every purple line, every tremor that still travels through his system.

“It ruined me, not just my hands but my relationships with the people around me. I became this bitter version of myself. I wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer when Doctors refused to treat my hands, to help make them better. Everyone had left at this point of my life. I had no one, that’s when I found myself on the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge.”

Wanda lets a few tears slip, understanding the hurt and loneliness Stephen experienced.

Stephen takes a deep breath, “I was going to do it, it seemed so simple at that moment. My life was over, I had no one, I could never become the version I once was. I climbed the railing, I gripped onto the edges; hyping myself up to jump. Nothing else mattered, all that was running through my head was the idea of ending my life for good. I was about to jump when I heard a voice, it was a simple ‘are you okay?’. I turned around and looked at this figure, I snapped out of my trance, I could feel the heat in my face from the crying I had done, I could feel the heaviness in my chest again- I wasn’t numb anymore. I realised the situation I was in and I started to panic. The figure had already started to move towards me, they took a firm grip of me and told me, ‘everything is going to be okay, I’ve got you. You’re not alone alright, I’m here’. I actually remember looking towards them frantically, expecting them to display a similar expression in the situation we were in but all they gave me was kindness and support.”

Stephen wiped away the stray tears that escaped down his face, “They asked me what my name was as they gently guided me to safety since I was just so desperate to escape the edge, I told them, in turn I asked what their name was and they said ‘y/n’. Wanda, they saved my life, they made me realise that the accident was just a stepping stone to me becoming the version of myself that the world needed. They helped me pursue my new career as a Sorcerer, supporting me every step of the way. I owe them my life.”

Wanda kneels down beside Stephen, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “I’m so sorry you went through that, I had no idea.”

Stephen shakes his head, “You know, y/n and I were talking not so long ago, and I thanked them for saving me that day. They said, ‘there’s no need to thank me, fate brought us to the point where we were able to help each other grow’. I wasn’t sure what they were implying, in my mind I still needed to repay them back, so when I asked them further about it they said, ‘you repay me every day from introducing me to Wanda, she’s the reason I keep going. You gave me the gift of knowing her and that I will always be thankful for’.”

Wanda looks at Strange in surprise, she knew you loved her but she didn’t realise that she meant that much to you.

“Wanda, what they have done here is unforgivable, and I know once they lose the Scarlet Apprentice side of them, it will destroy them to know they killed hundreds of innocents. We need to stop them now, and you’re the only one who’s capable of doing so.”

Wanda shakes her head, “Strange, it's no use, Agatha has too much control.”

Stephen interrupts, “Then take it back, Wanda you're the Scarlet Witch. The only reason y/n is listening to Agatha is because she’s playing the Alpha role in this currently. You need to show your dominance and earn your Apprentice back. We’ll help you, if you can find it in yourself to do so.”

Wanda thinks for a few seconds, having heard the nature in which you and Stephen met. She knows she can’t lose the kind hearted soul you are, she needs ‘her y/n’ back, not the version Agatha is creating, “Okay, but we need something to stop them both.”

“Weeks ago, Wong acquired the book of Vishanti, we think that will help us.”

Wanda tilts her head in confusion, “What is it?”

Stephen smirks slightly, “Oh not much, only the most powerful set of spells to help a Sorcerer defeat their enemy.”

Wanda gently smacks him on the arm, “You had this the whole time and never mentioned it!?”

Stephen rubs at his arm, “In my defence, Wong only told me five minutes before we set off. He didn’t want to tell you in case you turned against us. I honestly didn’t believe he had it at first, he’s one to exaggerate.”

Wanda shakes her head, “Where is it?”

“Wong put it inside, he cast several protection spells on it-” Stephen’s words are cut short when Wong comes running out distraught.

“They’re still here, they’re searching the temple!” Wong shouts out to gain Wanda and Stephen’s attention.

They look at each other panic-stricken, “You know what we have to do, Wanda.”

“Protect the book.”

“Precisely, let's go.”

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The three of them make their way through the temple. Stephen leads, holding an arm in front of him in anticipation of a fight, “Wong, where did you see them?”

“I didn’t, the energy pattern is similar to theirs and it’s surging through the temple.” Wong says as he scans every surface for signs of your whereabouts.

“Yeah, I can feel it, Wanda, are you okay?” Stephen asks as they slowly move forward.

She looks around in horror, noticing the claw marks on the walls, and red tainting the surfaces, “Yes, what are we going to do?”

“Make our way to the book, it’s located at the other end of the temple-“

Stephen looks at Wong and eagerly shushes him, “They might be listening, can you guide us?” Wong nods and takes the lead.

Wanda follows the Sorcerers closely, arming herself with red tendrils. She hears a slight rattle beside her, causing her to stop and look. She notices a slight wobble to an Ancient vase on the table next to her. She studies it intently, wondering why it is moving.

Stephen notices that she has stopped and turns, “Wanda, what is it?”

Wanda turns to him, “I thought I saw something.”

Her eyes widen when she sees you standing behind Stephen, “Stephen!” She shouts.

He turns to look before a burning slice is delivered across his torso. Wong sends a blast of Sorcerer’s magic your way; however you dodge it and disappear in a mist of blue.

Stephen slumps to the ground, causing Wanda and Wong to rush to his side, “Where… did-“ He attempts to finish his sentence before releasing a cry of pain- Wong applies pressure on his cut, stopping the bleeding.

Wanda looks around, hoping to locate you before you attack again.

“I don’t understand how they can just disappear like that, that’s not one of their powers. Well I don’t think it is anyway.” She says.

“Something tells me that they’re not here but a form of them is.” Wong says, continuing to heal Strange with Sorcerer charms.

Wanda looks at him sceptically, wondering how you could be at the temple-but not be at the temple?

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-Agatha’s basement-

Agatha watches you in awe- how you gracefully hover over the ground, crossed legged and eyes closed. She watches you closely, trying to gauge a sense of what is going on at the Temple.

She had studied the teachings of ‘dream walking’ in the Dark Hold but was never successful in performing it. Now, she has you, doing whatever you can to grab or destroy anything from the Kamar- Taj that may help the others stop you.

She notices a smile grace your lips, causing her to do the same. She knows you’re doing your best in making their lives hell, and she couldn’t be more proud of her little Apprentice.

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Stephen releases a pained grunt as Wong finishes up healing his skin. It reconnects and stops the bleeding but the pain remains as a side effect.

“Better?” Wong asks.

“Better, thank you.” Stephen confirms as Wanda and Wong gently guide him up.

“What the hell was that about?” Stephen asks.

“All I can think is that they are using Dark Hold magic, I’ve never seen anything like this.” Wong explains.

“Okay, keep a lookout, anything moves, you destroy it.” Wanda and Wong nod at Stephen’s command.

They continue their way through the Kamar- Taj. Wong weaves his way around the smashed artefacts that line the floors of the Temple.

“They’re clearly searching for something.” Stephen says as he follows Wong.

“We don’t have time to dwell, we need to get to the book.” Wong says hurriedly.

“Watch out for that puddle of water.” Wong points to the floor to warn Wanda and Stephen.

Wanda and Stephen look down to where he pointed but fail to spot any water. They look at each other in confusion.

Stephen notices that Wong is seemingly jumping out of the way of nothing, you clearly haven’t made your way to this side of the temple because it’s spotless now.

“Wong, what are you doing? Why are you walking like that?” Stephen finally asks.

“To avoid the water of course, it’s everywhere.” He stops walking to gesture to the floor around him- which is dry.

“Wong, there’s no water.” Wanda says timidly, wondering why Wong was so convinced there was.

“Oh no, brace yourselves, there’s a wave coming this way!” Wong shouts as he points behind the other two, he grabs onto the wall’s beam and prepares himself for impact.

Stephen and Wanda look and see no waves, no water, nothing. Wanda looks to Stephen for an explanation but he just shrugs in response.

“Wong-“ Stephen is cut off when Wong is sent flying into the opposite wall; he thrashes around in an attempt to battle the invisible force. He gasps for air desperately.

Stephen rushes to his side, grabbing him to stop his movements.

He sees red tendrils surrounding his eyes; Stephen looks to Wanda to see her eyes glowing red.

“It’s an illusion, y/n is trying to convince him he’s drowning.” Wanda says as she finishes reading his mind.

Wong’s face turns purple, the illusion causes him to believe that there is water filling his lungs. Stephen looks around in sight of you to stop this. He brings his hands together, allowing them to glow golden, he closes his eyes as he conjures plenty of magic. “Brace yourself Wanda.” He says as he releases a surge of power through the temple, diminishing the power you have on Wong.

Once Stephen opens his eyes, he notices Wanda kneeling beside Wong, guiding him through a breathing exercise.

Stephen pants from the strain of power he just released.

“Are you okay?” He asks Wong- once he has calmed down.

“I-it felt so real, all I could see was water surrounding me, I could feel the water filling my lungs- the burning sensation as I gasped for air-“ Wanda rubs soothingly on Wong’s arm as he talks about the power you placed on him.

“They’re getting more powerful, please tell me we’re nearly there.” Stephen says.

Wong nods, “It’s just through that door, let me open it.”

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“Hon, what’s going on?” Agatha asks as she sees you scrunch your face in displeasure.

Suddenly you fall to the ground and land harshly, causing you to release a grunt of pain.

Agatha rushes forward, until you raise your hand up saying, “Don’t. I’m fine, just Strange and his tricks.”

Agatha notices the black lining on your fingertips, knowing the corruption of the Dark Hold grows.

You glare at her, “Sit down whilst I finish the job.” You order.

Agatha retreats back to her original position, watching you as you read from the Dark Hold once more and enter your dream walking state.

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Wong conjures a charm to remove the protection spell on the room that holds the book of Vishanti and other sacred relics worthy of protection.

The door is illuminated in orange, displaying multiple patterns- that of teachings from Sorcerers.

The door glows brightly as Wong moves his hands in specific ways, then the door becomes dark. Signalling that Wong’s spell has vanished.

Wong walks forward and opens the door.

All three of them enter the room and Wanda glances around, admiring each ancient relic displayed around.

Her eyes land on a book, glowing brightly on a podium. She steps towards it until she hears Wong say, “Ah, they haven’t taken it yet. Stephen, it requires two Sorcerers to release it from the protective hold, please come here.”

Stephen steps towards Wong as he readies himself to cast a charm, watching as Wong starts the spell process.

Wanda watches in interest until she hears a gentle whisper, “Wanda.”

She looks around, looking for the source of the whisper.

She hears it again, making her spin around in an attempt to find it.

She looks at each relic, wondering if the power housed by each one is influencing her mind.

She turns in front of her and sees you standing there, covered in cuts and bruises. She is about to yell out until you put your hand over her mouth and shush her, “Wanda, please, they can’t know I’m here, they’ll kill me. I need your help.”

Wanda’s eyebrows furrow, not knowing whether she can trust you or not.

She takes in your form, you’re covered in mud and your clothes are ruined. It brings tears to her eyes, she never wants to see you like this.

You slowly remove your hand, allowing her to speak, she says in a hushed tone, “What happened to you? When we saw you before, you were in a blue suit.”

You shake your head in disgust, “That’s not me my love, that’s the Scarlet Apprentice. Agatha is using them to control me, to make all this happen.” You explain.

Wanda releases a sigh, looking over at Strange and Wong to make sure they aren’t looking over at you, “Tell me something only you would know, not the others.”

You take a moment to think, “You hate coconut flavoured things. Though I didn’t know this until 5 months into our relationship when you finally admitted it to stop me from buying you those weird ice cream things because I thought they were your favourite flavour.” You say as you smile to yourself.

Wanda smirks, “I didn’t want to say anything because I thought it was cute that every time you went to the store you came back with a bag filled with my favourite things.”

“You know, they do other flavours, you didn’t have to eat it.” You laugh gently.

A pang of pain goes through Wanda, knowing she might not be able to make more memories like that with you due to the Dark Hold.

“Wanda, I need you to save me, Agatha is holding me in the basement of her house. You need to hurry, they want the scribes to go to the Temple of The Scarlet Apprentice.”

Wanda grabs you, and pulls you into a hug, “I love you.”

You squeeze her tight, “I love you too.”

You move your hand away to conjure a knife, you slowly move it up. You’re about to stab Wanda until you hear a shout from behind you.

“Wanda!” Wong shouts.

Wanda pushes you away causing you to stagger to the ground.

She looks at the knife that drops from your hold, she shakes her head in disbelief as your form changes into the Scarlet Apprentice’s attire.

You sit on the ground and release a sinister laugh, “Ooh, I nearly had you then. Such a shame.”

You pick yourself up and walk over to one of the relics. You wince as you shove your hand through the protective barrier, a scorching burn surrounds your hands.

“Wong, how are they doing that?” Stephen questions worriedly.

“Oh Stephen, when will you learn? If I want something, I’ll get it.” Your attention is peaked when you see a red glow to the side of you.

Wanda’s face streams in tears as she holds up two red orbs of power.

You look at her in disapproval, “Oh come now Wanda, don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

Before another word is said she sends the orbs straight into you. Since you didn’t anticipate that she would actually fire them at you, they hit you with full force. Causing you to disappear into a blue mist.

Stephen looks towards Wanda in worry, “Are you okay?” He asks, knowing how hard that will have been for Wanda to do.

“I’m fine, they don’t have the book, that’s the only thing that matters.”

She wipes her face as she makes her way out of the room, leaving Wong and Stephen in an awkward silence.

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You’re sent flying across the room, slamming into one of the walls of Agatha’s basement. You release a pained cry from the impact.

Agatha runs over to you, avoiding the spilled candles and wax.

“Y/n, what-“ She stops once she sees you hold up the artefact holding the location of the Scarlet Apprentice temple.

She takes it out of your hands and smiles victoriously, “Well done my Apprentice.”

You smile, ignoring the blood lining your teeth- Wanda’s powers having a torturous impact due to her inputting her grief into the conjuring.

“That’s nothing, they’ve got the book of Vishanti.”

Agatha snaps her gaze to you, “What? How?”

You slowly pick yourself up, keeping your gaze trained on her, “That doesn’t matter. They’re coming here, and that book is mine once they do. Get ready Agatha, the battle is about to begin”.

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[xmasisforlosers]

i open the danny elfman tag and the first thing i see is danny elfman x reader written by a 31 year old

[kimhargreeves]

The Devil and I-Satan x Reader (Forbidden Zone)

Summary: You find yourself stuck in the 6th dimension. It doesn't take long when you stumble upon hell and meet the devil himself who seems quite interested in you. Later on he'll want to form a contract with you.

(Just recently I discovered the movie Forbidden Zone and needed to write something. Also, i saw similarities between this Satan and the one from Cuphead so I took the lyrics from the devil there and posted them here.)

I continued to walk not really going anywhere in particular. I just need to find a way of this odd place, I don't even remember entering a place like this. No, this is a dream and I'll be waking up any second I just need to find a type of exit and leave this weird ass place.

I screamed when I took a step forward and slid down a type of slide? I looked around and saw everywhere around me got darker when a bit warmer.

"You need to wake up soon, (Y/N)." I muttered to myself and got myself up to continue when I saw flames up ahead.

I began to fan myself since the closer i got the hotter it became, the close I got I also heard the melody of a piano being played

Music began to echo throughout this place I was walking towards, slowly I peeked my head out to see who was around before entering. So far the people I've encountered here are all so weird, they make no sense at all.

Now i know what Alice Lidell had to go through when she fell down the rabbit hole.

The melody of the song is quite lovely though. I noticed a man sitting in front of the piano, i could only see his back but he was dressed entirely in white with what appears to be s tailcoat. The piano's melody changed from a fast and happy tune to a more slower and depressing one.

I stepped out of my hiding spot and took a quiet step forward and another one closer to the man. "Excuse me-"

The man tensed up and slammed his hands against the piano's keys making a horrible sound different from what he was playing. Shit, I think I just angered him.

I took a step back and froze when I saw the man slowly turned his head back to look at me. I noticed he had horns, and from his attire I came to a conclusion on who he is.

He had a dark expression on his face until he stood up straight and gave me a wicked smile, full of mischief. "Well, hello there young lady. What brings you here? I hope it's important because you interrupted my playing."

I slowly began to take a few steps back when I noticed him getting closer to me. "Seeing as though you are Satan. I need help…"

Damn, I shouldn't have said that!

Satan hummed amused when he knew I was avoiding him. I looked around for another exit in case something were to happen, "Help? Why would you need help?" Satan scoffed and I yelped when I felt arms on my shoulder.

"You are in no position to ask a busy man like myself help."

There were people in black cloaks that blocked the path I came through, two of them made me sit down in front the piano. I huffed when they let go of me and I glared at Satan.

He simply smirked and hopped onto the black piano and took a seat above me. I heard a dark chuckle from him and then felt his gloved hand under my chin, making me look up at him.

"It's rude for a guest to ignore me..hmm?" He examined my face which made me feel a bit uncomfortable and felt blush rising up my pale cheeks.

I smacked his hand away and closed my eyes. "This is just a dream." I whispered to myself.

"This is anything but a dream my dear."

"Ow!" I rubbed my arm when I felt that he had pinched me, this made him chuckle again and stare at me now with lust.

His red hair seems to compliment with the fire surrounding us. I expected the devil to be angry all the time and demanding not like this all cheery and-

"I love your feistiness. You are way more interesting than the princess I've been desiring for so long."

"Princess?" I ask tilting my head not remember meeting if I had met a girl with jewels of fancy dress. Then he seems to like her a lot.

Satan smirked to himself and shook his head. What princess is he talking about?

"I'm sure you must have encountered her, she's mostly undressed, a lady who's been wandering around and I can't keep." He pouted.

I blushed and suddenly remembered a nude girl around. "Doesn't she own any clothes if she's supposedly from royalty?!"

Satan frowned but quickly smiled again and patted my head. "This is a place of sin and lust, (Y/N), don't be surprised by that. Seeing you jealous doesn't suit you."

I blushed again but out of embarrassment. "W-Why would I be jealous?! And how do you know my name?"

"I know everybody's name, girly. Tell me do you believe in God?" He stated as a matter of fact and he jumped down from the piano. I just noticed he's a bit taller than I am. I didn't expect the devil to be dressed up all dapper and sharp looking, it actually fits him if he's the playful type of man.

"I'm actually agnostic so.."

Suddenly music was heard again and Satan grinned to himself and began to sing with his followers behind him.

"In case you ain't heard, I'm the Devil.

I'm real low down, not on the level.

They call me Old Scratch, Mr. S, the Big D.

I'm the king of the underworld. Yeah, it's great to be me.

Ho-di-llie doh-di-llie doh-di-llie doh."

"Ho-di-llie doh-di-llie doh-di-llie doh."

"Hee-di-llie hee-di-llie hee-di-llie hee!"

"Hee-di-llie hee-di-llie hee-di-llie hee."

Satan and his minions began to sing back and forth. Making sure they were distracted with each other I started to hurriedly walk away to escape until arms wrapped around me again, stopping me from leaving.

He had one hand on my hip and the other on my hand when he twirled me around and caught me before I would trip, he kept grinning to himself.

"I'm a real naughty boy, I'm sure you'll agree.

I get my kicks playing tricks on the locals.

They're easy marks, they're real dumb yokels.

But now folks, listen closely,

it's time I made a confession.

Collecting people's souls is my greatest obsession!"

Some demons around us cheered while his minions slowly disappeared once again. He smooved his suit and jumped down from where he was and was now standing close to me.

"You are not dreaming, (Y/N). You are in the sixth dimension." Everyone has been telling that to me already I angrily told myself

"Can you tell me the way our of here then?" I ask hopeful. I yelped when I felt Satan wrap his arms around me from behind and lick my neck making me shiver.

"And why would you want to leave this place." He asks playfully and I can feel his gloved hand over my stomach slowly moving up-

I pushed his back and hugged myself stepping further from him.

Probably sensing a bit of my uncomfortableness he spoke again, "Let's make a deal then! I'll let you leave this place, but you'll be mine."

I raise an eyebrow and look up at the devil, he's still grinning from his words. "That makes no sense! I want to leave this place and if I'll be yours, that means I'll be forced to stay here."

"Then I guess you'll be on your own..with the horrifying creature's and demons wandering around hell." He grinned again and poked my head.

"What I'm asking is rather simple, (Y/N)."

I hummed to myself and could feel his cold eyes on me. "If I leave does that mean I can come and leave this place whenever I want?"

"Precisely! You will also be able to summon me to the human world if you'd like!" And wreck chaos? I think not.

"So do we have a deal my love?" He held his gloved hand out for me to shake.

I backed away and shook my head. "No deals yet or h-hndshakes! I know how sneaky you can be.. Take me back home first and then we can shake on it."

Satan seemed very surprised by my choice of words. He hummed to himself and slowly smirked once more, "I'm afraid I'm already falling in love with you my dear, (Y/N). Fine as you wish."

Unexpectedly he grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. When I opened my eyes I found myself in my familiar room, my bed was nearly done and my stuffed animals on their shelves. I slowly started to step out of my room but stopped when I felt someone staring at me, I looked behind me but saw no one.

What I didn't know was that Satan was the one who had brought me into the sixth dimension.

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[homesickhalfling]

#more smut for you #danny elfman #danny elfman x female reader #wrote a chapter 2 that is rather steamy #my fics #my fic

[actuallysaiyan]

Hi it's me moldy salad from a03, listen ik you've been getting a lot of Danny Elfman requests but I was wondering if you could do a Forbidden Zone one where you get lost in the 6th dimension and meet satan and its got a lot of sexual tension in it until you both snap and do the deed and it's got a lot of dirty talk in it? That'd be awsome thanks <3 (sorry this was so long lol)

Word count: 1,210 Pairings: Satan(Danny Elfman) x Reader Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, domination, breeding kink Summary: Reader begins to adjust to her life in the sixth dimension, and she can’t help but fall for Satan. He’s sexy and he wants her just as much as she wants him. He shows her a good time. A/N: For all you Danny Elfman fans(and non Danny Elfman fans), please go watch Forbidden Zone. It’s fucking insane and such a great movie! If you think you’ve seen weird films, well this movie is going to challenge that...plus Danny plays Satan. It’s fucking great!

When you first found yourself in the sixth dimension, you thought you would meet your demise here. Everything was just so strange and beyond words to explain it, you figured you would die. It didn’t seem like anyone could even live in a place like this, but eventually you fell into an odd routine and found a place to call your own in this odd place.

And with all of these adjustments, you also found yourself pining for Satan. Sure, it wasn’t a normal choice, but he was very handsome and he amused you very much. From what you could tell, he was very much interested in yourself as well, which was something you could hardly believe given the fact that you knew that he also had a thing for the princess.

As the days went on, you found yourself growing more and more interested in Satan. He practically haunted your dreams as you continued to adjust to your new life here. You often spent time pleasing yourself to thoughts of him dominating you, and him doing whatever he wanted to you. In the sixth dimension, there wasn’t anything that was too lustful or sexual. Everything here was on the table, and you knew that maybe if you finally told Satan that you were interested in him, maybe you’d finally be able to live out your fantasies.

One day, you found yourself talking to him, and you couldn’t help but flirt and touch him lightly. He was being his usual playful self, which was making you even more infatuated with him. His smile made your knees weak and you wanted to throw yourself at him.

“I can tell what’s going on inside your mind,” he teased. You smirked at him, wondering if he could actually read your mind. You figured he might actually have those powers.

“Oh yeah? Tell me what I’m thinking.”  You said playfully. He smiled at you, reaching out to grab your hand.

“You’re picturing me kissing you, holding you down and having my way with you. You’ve been picturing this for months, and you’ve been touching yourself to thoughts of me.” Satan told you, watching your reaction.

You chuckled softly, leaning over towards him and kissing him on the lips. He pulled you onto his lap, his hands lingering on your ass. You could feel his erection grow as you ground your hips into him, making him groan softly. You loved the sound of his voice, it was like music to your ears. He began kissing your neck, moving up to your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you so good,” he teased, his hands coming up to cup your breasts.

“You think you can please me? I’d like to see you try.” You challenged, hoping to get him aroused and ready to have his way with you.

“You’re funny if you think I can’t please you. I know you’ve been wanting this for so long.”

He lifted you up, bringing you over to his bedroom. Everything felt so burning hot, and you could feel yourself begin sweating slightly. He pulled your shirt from your body, leaving you nude from the waist up. He smirked as he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra.

Your back hit his mattress and he climbed on top of you, unbuttoning his shirt as you helped him out of his suit jacket. You couldn’t believe how well he dressed considering how so many people here walked around in the nude or almost nude.

“Little girl, you’ll be begging me to cum inside you once I’m done with you.” Satan said, his breath hot and wet on your neck as he whispered in your ear. You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together to get some kind of relief.

He spread your legs, his hands wandering down and rubbing you through your pants. You whine and moan as he hits all the right spots, making you so aroused before he can even get you fully naked.

He took his time removing the remaining articles of clothing, and then he finally allowed you to undress him. His hard cock rubbed up and down against your wet cunt, drawing needy and throaty whines from you. You needed him now and you didn’t want to wait any longer. He barely touched your soaking wet pussy, and you wanted him deep within you.

“Patience, little girl. I’ll get to that soon,” Satan purred, making you feel impatient.

His fingers expertly worked on your pussy; two of them sliding deep within you while he leaned down to taste your sweet juices. His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked hard. You cried out as he continued to devour you, making your whole body shake.

You wiped the sweat from your brow as Satan continued to fuck you with his long fingers and lapped up your juices. You felt like you would explode. Everything was different from any of the other men you had ever been with, and that was no surprise. He wasn’t like the other men you had been with. He was Satan!

Suddenly, you felt yourself gush all over his face. He smirked as he continued to lick you, his fingers never slowing. You moaned as your cum coated his face and fingers, and he barely seemed to mind. As your body was wracked with shocks of pleasure, Satan just continued his affections.

“You never thought you could do that, did you?” He questioned and you laughed breathily.

“No one’s ever been able to make me squirt.”

He pulled his fingers from you, placing them at your lips.

“Suck.” 

You opened your mouth and sucked your own juices from his fingers. While you sucked his fingers, he roughly entered you. You squealed in surprise, not expecting him to begin fucking you this soon after your orgasm.

His hands gripped your hips as he pulled you into him, causing him to reach new depths within you. You groaned as he began thrusting. He slid deep within you with ease as your juices coated his cock nicely.

Suddenly, he flipped you over and pushed your face into the satin pillows. His hands are buried in your hair, pulling and causing you to mewl. His pace became even rougher and faster, making you closer to your climax.

“You’re going to be my little bitch now, and I’m going to breed you so good.” He whispered, his voice deep and dark. It was like something switched within him. He was no longer playful; only dark and demanding.

One of his hands came down to spank your ass hard, making you cry out. Tears streamed down your cheeks as he continued to fuck you hard, and you were seconds from cumming hard around his cock. Satan reached down to rub your clit harshly, which caused your orgasm to hit you hard. Your vision blurred and you mewled his name and other gibberish as he fucked you even harder. 

His thrusts became erratic as he gripped your hips, and Satan moaned as he pumped you full of cum. You could barely make sense of anything as he pulled out, lying down next to you. You were out of breath and your pussy was very sore and leaking cum.

“Little girl, you’re mine now.”

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Supernatural!MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: I wanted to do some more traditional monster/victim stuff so here we go! Okay so Bowzer isn't exactly traditional but he's serving as the sorta dragon-type. Let me have Bowzer. Sort of fairytale/black and white movie feels hopefully.

Basically- MONSTERS.

Bowser x reader || Monstrous Captor ||- Your Prince Charming is on his way- but maybe the way the monster gets your heart beating, and the size of his hands; the total non-humanness of the thing, and the honest way he talks to you... will get to you first.

Ghost!The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn x reader || A Ghost ||- You work at what used to be, the Hellshire Penitentiary, which is now a hotel rather then a prison. Not all of the place is used, and what isn't is creepy as hell and rumoured to be haunted because of its terrible history, but these abandoned depths are exactly where the laundry room is. And you are in charge of laundry... which leaves you plenty of time, with the mysterious ghost you know i truly real, and who sometimes reveals himself to you; Caleb Quinn.

Duke (The Night) x reader || A Vampire ||- You've always wanted more then this plain, typical life that's been set out for you by the universe. And he's offering you so, so much more... but you know just as much will be taken away if you accept. Still, its getting harder and harder to hold out.

Hades x reader || The King of the Underworld ||- Some people get proposed to by men with dowries, and flowers, and a nice townhouse. Some people say yes the first time. Some people's suitors stop asking after they say no. In none of these ways are you some people.

Inkubus x reader || An Incubi Demon ||- You meet a mysterious fellow on your walk home from work, late at night. And he says all the right things.

*PLATONIC Seedeater x reader || A Wild Beast ||- You're out camping one night with an insufferable man, who you refuse to even consider as a suitor though your family desperately want you to, when a wild beats tears into your camp ground and an interference from you causes your suitors bullet to miss- and the monster to kill him, instead.

Ursula x reader || A Sea Witch ||- You make a deal with the devil, and now you belong to her.

Warnings: Monster loving (Perhaps some monster fucking... later... ). Kissing. And Duke must drink your blood a lil. Just a tad. A LIL. A sIP.

Song recommendations: Just A Little Peck (I Kissed A Vampire), Twisted Teeth (35MM), Enchanted Ballroom (Derek Fiechter), any part of Danny Elfman's Alice In Wonderland Soundtrack, Queen Of The Damned (Richard Gibbs)

Bowzer || Monstrous Captor ||

"Let me out! Let me- Edward will come." You assure your captor, a tone in your voice that is demanding and proud- just as royal as your ancestors had been. His glowing golden eyes grin at you from the darkness beyond the bars you're locked behind- they force you to feel their stare. They demand that you know, he's looking.

Nevertheless!- "He's going to come save me, and when he arrives he's going to slice your head off!"

"Hm," The monsters deep voice reverberates throughout the room, ricocheting off the stone walls as he turns and heads for the door. "Graphic language for a young royal. You've haven't been here an hour yet and you talk like that? Heh, you'll fit in perfectly."

You gasp, outraged and scowling as your fingers encircle the cold metal bars- tightly. "Go to hell."

"Ohhh, scary." He rolls his eyes, opening the tower door and slipping through it. His parting words, though, seem to hang in the air even after his heavy, stomping footsteps disappear down the stairs.

"Aren't we already there, sweetheart?"

~

He came back hours later when the sky is a deep blue, and the stars are out and you have an oddly lovely, calming view from your tower prison, with dinner- some blue sludge and chunk of bread. The monster slides it under the bars of your human-sized cage

That calm feeling from looking at the sky disappears the moment he looks at you; Replaced by a powerful, aching feeling all over your body.

Bowser's voice is akin to massive, heavy tires carrying a dense load slowly over the ground. That crumble and growl of slowly crunching stones under rubber.

He also sounds amused. "Sorry, your highness. But you'll get better to eat once you start behaving yourself; Actin' like the consort for me that you're going to be- for now, though, chow down. That's the best you're going to get from us."

"Consort for you?" Your head swims, but your eyes narrow like you're stable, and not shocked. He wants you be to what now!?- The corners of his strong mouth lift up an evil grin. "Like hell."

His face twists up in a mischievous grin, now, reminding you of what he had said earlier.

This is hell as far as you're concerned... as far as he knows.

As it should, be...

You press your lips tightly together and kneel down to your food, not quite sure what to say. What is there? There's no point! All you can do, is wait for Edward to come. He's probably close, just trying to get into the castle... figuring out where you are... As you tear off some bread and eat it, you find a little spark of dread blossoming in the pit of your stomach at the thought.

Despite being locked up, the last couple hours here have been peaceful, to be entirely truthful. Not that you don't want to leave this cell, but... at least nothing has been expected of you. Nothing except for you to be you, in your rawness. Just sit, and be alive, and be the person some people call Y/N.

You haven't been expected to talk like you know what the hell your talking about, or to think like those stuffy old goats that call themselves royal advisers... or worry about getting married to a virtual stranger...

Yes, Edward is lovely. Or he, seems, lovely. You've only known him since his parents shipped him over a few weeks ago, and most of your meetings have involved your parents. But while he's very handsome, too, and also admittedly has quite a decent sense of humour, and you do like him - you may even develop a crush on him one of these days, - , your relationship is certainly in no shape resembling engagement!

... But you are engaged. Neither of you have a choice.

And so he makes your stomach turn a little bit every time look at him, no matter how much you might like him otherwise.

As you're contemplatively chowing down on your bread, slowly making the chunk disappear, Bowzer is watching you... wondering what you're thinking. You're so lost in your thoughts, which are so full of dread and misfortune, that you somehow completely miss the monstrous form slipping across the room and into your cell- only getting your attention when he clicks the cell lock loudly into its place again. Your head snaps his way, eyes widening to see the creature in your cell now, with you. It makes your heart start to beat rapidly with panic as your eyes resemble dinner plates.

"You seem pretty lost in thought there, Y/N." He says your name casually, lightly, like he's known you for years. His eyes narrow, then. "Care to talk about it?" The corners of his tough, gnarly mouth lift up in the smallest grin, looking out the little window. "S' not like I'm gonna tell anyone- no one listens to the monster."

You roll your eyes, immediately dropping your shoulders in frustration and muttering through grit teeth, before you can think through what you're telling him. "Yeah well no one listens to me, either." He just seemed so right- he's separate from your normal life. If you're going to talk to someone, it would have to be him.

It might be a mistake... but now words are tumbling out of you and there's nothing you can do about it. "Everyone seems to know what's best for me without my input!... " Suddenly you get quiet, eyes downcast. "At least that's what they say... - my parents, - that what they do," The decisions they make without you. "is what's best for me... but sometimes I think its more like; What's best for the kingdom. Not, me."

The King Kooper is contemplatively silent for a few moments, still gazing out the little window - that shows little more then starry night sky and ocean, - , his big leathery arms held behind his back in an uncharacteristically thoughtful pose- eyes calm looking. Its a weird way to see the violent Kooper King, that you've been told for so long is noting but filth and fury... act calm, and thoughtful.

And its because of something you, said. You told him something and he's stopping to actually, really think about it...

That makes you feel powerful, for the first time in who-remembers-how-long. Maybe ever. You feel like you aren't just talking to a wall... like your parents. And the ambassadors, and the advisers, and the maids and cooks and everyone else that tells you what to do back home.

Eventually he shifts, and you listen to his words with an entirely knew outlook on him for the first time. Really wondering what he has to say. Really considering any proposition he may have come up with.

"... So you're saying, that if I promised that you would be made involved in decisions, and whatever, that you would be more inclined to... say yes?" He peaks over his shoulder at you, dangerous, dark eyes narrowed and lips pressed firmly together, watching you for any physical responses. He looks so imposing at this moment - well, he always does, - but in this moment it doesn't scare you. Rather, it intrigues you. Impresses you.

He really is impressive to look at, you find as you finally allow yourself to really look... He's spiky and tough, from head to toe, with a shock of red hair atop his head. He looks like one of his hands wrap around your body very damn nearly, and lift you up all on its own- easy. Muscle bound and... monstrous, yes. But is that such a bad thing?

Really, you aren't so sure that it is. Certainly not enough to stop you from wanting it, even just secretly.

You tilt your head to the side. "What kind of decisions?"

You watch his imposing - which is a word that can so easily turn into magnificent, - shoulders roll back, as the penny finally d r o p s, - along with your remaining inhibitions.

"All of them?"

~

When Edward comes, its already far too late. This is days after your capture, days after you agreed to stay with Bowser,

Days after you married him.

He comes thrashing in, outfit torn and sword dirty- mud leading all the way up to his shoulder and from his feet to his knees, and face stuck in a concerning state of... shock. Maybe it would soon turn into unabashed fear - As far as you could tell, Edward was never the type to pretend when he was anything other then charming. Its one of the lovely things about him. But you wanted more then lovely, - , but right then he had a job to do.

And you saw this look, and you understood it... too bad you weren't going with him to complete that job. You didn't need to be saved. And you didn't want to go home.

Still, as soon as you saw him break in through the front doors - as Bowser had let you out of your cell the moment you were married and allowed you free reign of the castle, - , you rushed over - nearly tripping down multiple stairs but not really caring, - and catch him before he slipped to his knees from exhaustion, and brush back his hair- assessing him for any serious wounds. "Edward! Are you okay??"

He lifts his head to assess you in turn, finding you perfectly fine and being slightly confused- bust mostly relieved. "I'm fine... I'm fine... Are- are you alright?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine." The words the slipped so easily out of you cause you to cringe- maybe you should have lied a little bit? Here is Edward, clearly worn and tired from fighting his way to save you... and you're 'fine'? Damn.

Edward lifts his head again, then, and raises a brow. "You're fine? Well, uh, that's good. Um... " Carefully you lift your hands off of him, and he straightens up as you both quickly calm down from seeing each other- returning to your typical polite awkwardness around eachother. The way it would have always been, if you had married him. You watch his -lovely, - green eyes slip over the scenery, focused and looking for the threat as you chew the inside of your cheek, hugging your arms to yourself now- how do you break it to him?

And how do you do it before Bowzser realises he's here?

"So um, come on. We should get out of here- " Edward goes to pick up your hand and lead you out, but you flinch away from him... and he seems to finally gather, at that, that something here is off. Or, he already knew, but now he admits it to himself. Something is not quite right. You're not quite right. His brows furrow and knit together, lips pressing together as he tilts his head to the side in bewilderment, and concern. "Are you okay?"

"Edward... I... " You run your bottom lip through your teeth, looking around for any signs of the King Kooper yourself; Nervous he might turn up and hurt Edward. And even more nervous about telling Edward... what you've done. "I'm not going back with you."

"Wait- what?" You had his full attention from the start but now you can feel it- his scepticism and his patience. Waiting for you to tell him why- why he has just made it through miles and miles of fiery earth and fought through monsters to get to you and save you... just for you to tell him it was for nothing. Why he's going to have to return to your parents empty handed.

You want to explain it to him, you do. But how do you even begin? "I'm sorry, Edward- " You suddenly hear heavy movement down a hallway to your right, and your wide eyes snap back to Edward who's mirroring you, but gripping his sword- ready for a fight. "- But you have to go. I'm- I'm really sorry- " You turn him around by the shoulders and guide him out the door, shutting the huge, grand front doors behind the both of you and leaning against them and listening out for any sounds inside.

"Y/N- " Edward looks seriously at you, slightly miffed but easily controlling himself - because he's a genuinely good guy. - , searching for an answer. Waiting for it. "You need to tell me right now, why I stuck my neck out for you on a journey that is going to be just as hard on the way back, just so you could tell me to bugger off."

"I'm- " What can you say? I'm married to him now? I'm happy here? None of that sounds quite right. Maybe there's no way to say it. Your cheeks are aflame in embarrassment, and you're looking away to the ground beside his feet in unsureness. You just want this all to be over.

Then, finally, your eyes flicker up to Edward's, and slowly raise your hand. His eyes widen and he takes a step back.

On your ring finger sits a ring made of igneous rock, and Edward realises what that means immediately- and one look at your face tells him all he needs to know about your willingness in the union. He lowers his sword.

Neither of you say a thing for a few moments, just looking at each other. Its an odd thing, two people who were supposed to be more then they are or ever would be, who could have been more, looking at each other with fresh eyes and knowing neither of those things are ever going to happen. You have no clue what's going through Edward's mind, and you wish he would say something. Just say something, so you know where you stand. What you should be doing. Should you disappear quietly or explain yourself more?

Finally, finally, he opens his mouth. For a moment no words come out, and you're afraid he's going to close it again, when he takes a deep breath. "So- "

Then the doors behind you suddenly open and, as you were leaning on them, you plunge backwards- before a huge almost-familiar, but certainly not unwelcome, hand catches you and pushes you up right- and when you look behind you and up, Bowser is glaring daggers at Edward. That huge hand rests on your shoulder and his tail sets itself on the ground around you, protectively. "What's happening out here."

Edward, not a fool, takes up his sword again at seeing the threat, eyes hard. He does not swing though. He does not make a move as stupid as that. Bowzer smirks, his bumpy, gnarly lips pulled into a grotesque, obnoxiously dangerous grin. You take in a deep breath. "He's leaving."

"Doesn't look like he's leaving. Looks, like he's threatening me."

You look up at him again, craning your neck to do so, and crossing your arms. The look on your face determined, and firm, and just slightly annoyed. He said he'd listen to you- he better not be going back on that deal. It takes a few moments, but eventually he gives up on stubbornly keeping his gaze averted from you, looking down his chest at your little face that demands so much respect, and eventually love, from him, and rolls eyes deeply. "He's leaving." You repeat sternly, hissing out the words. Showing your meat as a Koopa royal yourself, now, and he cant help but listen.

You look back to Edward, who's eyes go from Bowzer to you... surprised. His sword arm slowly lowers again. "Fine." Bowzer growls out, in displeasure as your eyes soften on Edward. In goodbye. "You can leave alive, prince. But don't come back."

"Trust me, I wont." Edward agrees, flashing Bowzer a glance half-respectfully, but mostly just glad to leave. Then he looks at you one final time, not-quite understanding why you're doing this, but understanding that you are. And that you want to. And knowing that's enough, and that he has no stake in the matter. "Goodluck."

You cross your arms over your stomach, flashing him a warm, hesitant smile, and return to sentiment wholly. "Goodluck." For even though you're staying back in the Koopa Kingdom, with Bowzer... he's got to return to your old lives, and fix up your mess. In both your minds, the other has the worst situation.

Then finally, Edward turns his back on you, waives and walks off- along with the life you never wanted. And you feel total relief.

Because while he is lovely, and fancy foods are lovely, and your parents, are lovely... Lovely isn't for you.

As Edward slinks off, Bowzer returns his full attention to you, a small victorious grin on his face. His eyes flicker deliciously over you, and you turn around all to happy to sit and splendour under his attention. "Now your majesty... what shall we do with the rest of our day?"

Your flash him a dark, mischievous look.

Ghost!The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn || A Ghost ||

"Oof," You moan, as the load of sheets in your arms is dropped off into the washing machine, and you're released from its burden weighing you down. Throwing the door closed and listening to it click shut, you press a few buttons on the top of the machine and turn a dial before walk away listening to it rumble awake.

As you walk back towards the centre table, you feel that familiar prickly feeling, the nauseated sick feeling, the unmistakable inkling that you're being watched crawl up all over you suddenly, where it hadn't been for the first ten minutes of you being here. It means that someone, a ghost certainly, and Caleb hopefully, is watching you. A smile slips across your lips as it always will at the notion of Caleb, and even better the idea that he's near, but you do not say anything- lest you scare him off.

He does that, sometimes. Your ghost; Caleb. He makes his presence known - by grazing his fingers over your skin, or hair, or sliding and clicking the barrel of his shotgun into place,- , but apparently doesn't want you to respond, so quickly then disappears again when you call out to him.

And you're no fool- you've picked up on it. And you wont act like a ditz and try anything too accelerated for his tastes. Not if seeing him is on the line.

So you just hop up onto the folding table, your legs hanging off the end and swaying slightly, and pick up your book. You bring it for times like these, when you're stuck doing laundry for hours and you know you'll have to wait out Caleb - assuming he comes out at all, - , to make the time go faster. Or- not faster. Because you enjoy this time, in the spooky, dark depths of the old penitentiary turned bed and breakfast. The place has a gruesome past, which is the whole reason you went out for this particular job, and the foreboding feeling of terror that climbs all over you and makes an almost stifling home on your skin like ectoplasm that comes with feeling that... and all the ghosts watching you, wondering about you... is really entertaining. In fact, its the only time you truly feel alive- so close to death.

Especially sweet, horrifying, cranky, secretive Caleb.

Humming, listening to the washing machine toss and turn the pretty flowery sheets so mildly violently, you read. You don't know for how long you read, but it felt like an all-consuming while, though not long enough for the washing to be done,... before, finally, you get a sign.

See, the laundry room is made up of a couple of rooms - they used to be cells, - and the hallway between them which is where the folding table is situated. The bars had long been taken away from most of the old cells and inside them live various washers, dryers, and basic storage. To anyone sane, the place would be far too horrible and scary to sit in so calmly - and don't get yourself wrong, you do find it to be both of those things... even unbearable at times... but it just so happens that that sets off a dangerous heat between your legs, and delicious excitement in your soul, -. But anyway, a few feet in front of where you're sitting, is a cell that still has its bars attached. In fact, the door is still locked, and no matter how hard or what the construction workers had tried- it would not budge.

You assume, nowadays, that that was Caleb's cell. And he doesn't want anyone else trespassing.

In that cell, right now, you watch out of your peripheral vision as the dust kicks up off the floor and the bed suddenly, in the dark of the room, and leans back as it shapes itself slowly into the vague image of a man. At least, you assume its a man. You're afraid if you look up now, he'll dissipate and wont return again for hours; You wont risk that, so while your attention is on the movement inside the cell, your eyes are glued to the pages in front of you.

Excitement fizzes in you like fireflies. Dead, swarming, dimly lit fireflies; But fireflies none the less. Zooming and flittering around in your chest- aching for you to look up and risk it all. Just to get a glimpse of him, which you've never done before. Although you've 'met', many times before now... you have never actually seen your ghostly companions face.

You assume that its grizzly, and perfect in its disgusting, gory messiness, of course. And you do ache, to your very core, to look him straight in the eye... but you're also terrified of him leaving. Of him leaving you to the rest of these other, B-Level ghosts. Spirits that don't make you feel nearly as heightened, as he does. He's like a drug, like cocaine, and these other ghosts... are but morphine. Not enough. Not, nearly, enough.

But... still. You cross your ankles, swinging them back and forth underneath you in badly kept excitement. Surely, a glance... wouldn't ruin everything...

You can see him too-vaguely, as you strain your head to continue facing your lap but your eyes to be pushing their limits, upwards. He - this figure, made entirely of the dust that in its absence has left the rest of his cell perfectly clean, and like new, - is sat on his old bed, legs spread like he owns the damn place, with his gun set over his thighs; Sitting in companionable silence with you. Even so, you feel his coat brush against your hanging legs as if he's standing closely, in front of you.

For minutes, you fight with yourself over whether to look up... what could happen if you did... when finally, his voice sounds around the cell block. Err, the laundry room.

"Y/N... sweetheart... " His voice is nothing but a pained whisper at this point, but still- you can hear the subtle huskiness to it that must have been its totality at some point and the deep, old-fashioned southern accent that leaks into every word he makes, and must squeeze your thighs together. "C'mere."

That one contraction causes you eyes to widen, and your fireflies to freeze. The darkness, the fear in your heart at his very presence builds and you finally look up, and over at him.

He's moved back, into the darkness of his cell so you cant quite see him... but that doesn't disappoint you. Not when he's asked you closer.

Hopping off the table and leaving your book behind, not caring that you've lost your page, you walk deftly over to the bars of the cell and press yourself gently to them, wrapping your hands around two. "Caleb?"

"You look... " In the darkness you see his outline, and watch his head tilt to the side. You feel fingers run through your hair and graze your neck, and shiver. You know this is dangerous, you're well aware. "Mighty nice today... "

You grin broadly, unable to help it. Most compliments you get are nice, but they never quite hit the spot... you never quite believe them... but Caleb's- oh, Caleb's. His are everything. They light up everything in you for days. "Thank you... and how're you today?"

He pauses for a moment, thinking about it, before you hear the sound of fabric rustling from his direction. "Unsure actually sweetheart...

That's up to you."

You tilt your head to the side. "How so?" How can I make it good for you?

"I wanna... try something... Think I'm... strong enough, now... "

This time you aren't able to say anything, before he speaks again. "Close your eyes."

You're all too willing to do as he commands, eyes shutting closed quickly, tightly so you see nothing.

A few moments later, and your anticipation, and anxiety, is building up in your chest like the pyramids thousands of years ago, to unimaginable, and terrifying, heights... when you feel the texture of his cold non-tangible fingers graze over your cheek again. You feel his whole body, in fact, behind the bars. Close to you. Not just his fingers, and not just his coat. His whole, fricken, body.

To your utter surprise, you feel those hands - rough, and freezing cold, and more like air from a fan then actual, physical body parts. But pleasantly enough, not at all like dust, either, - on your neck; His thumbs on your jaw. They tilt your head back, forcing your face to look upwards, almost towards the ceiling. It would be uncomfortable, if you weren't nearly shaking with excitement.

A moment later, he's dragging your face slowly closer to the bars, till the cold metal bites at your cheeks, and lips - cold and not-totally-real, like the hands, - press ever so gently... against yours.

A gasp slips out of you, as this is all you've wanted for a while, and you immediately kiss back, aching for nothing but to pull his body flush against yours and experiment with all the things maybe you could do with him, if he can kiss you like this. You cant help your thoughts spreading out to other things, as he slowly, deliciously deepens the kiss- an icy, slimy tongue sliding over the tip of yours.

If he can kiss you, surely he can touch in other places, cant he? He can let his fingers stray from your face, and towards your chest? Or lower?

What about his cock? How would that feel; Cold, and hard, within your walls?

And on top of that, regarding just his kissing skills, if he can do this much, turn you to mush with just his kiss, then there's no doubt in your hopeless, dumb, horny little mind that he could totally wreck you in a bed.

When he lets go of the back of your neck with one hand though, and wraps it ever-so-softly around your throat- feeling your pulse beat-beat-beat... you forget everything. Your mind goes empty.

In fact you go so totally dumb that you snap your eyes open-

But before you can see him, he's gone.

The cell is covered in dust again, and you cant feel him kissing you anymore; You're left pressing against the bars of the cell he wasted away inside in life, missing him already.

Duke || A Vampire ||

The feeling of having blood literally sucked out through little pierces in your skin, never gets less weird. The pain of having your wrist bitten into, does. The ticklish feeling of having Duke's lips attached to your wrist for a prolonged amount of time, does. But the weird, slightly nauseating feeling of having him siphon and guzzle your life force out of your veins, will never ever get old- unfortunately.

Still, every once in a while - which is becoming every week with all of Dukes nagging, honestly, - , you'll sit down and flick through Tumblr, letting him sit next to you, hold your arm in his hands and carefully drink- not too much, he knows when to stop. But just enough to sate him.

Then, like now, he'll slip his fangs outs from your skin and veins - coming out perfectly clean and white like they never touched anything but apples and bananas, -, a smug, pleased smirk on his lips as he cleans up his mess. And while you're wrapping up your own wrist, he sweeps off to get you juice and a plate of cookies- like when you donate blood for hospitals.

"Well you did donate." He teases, holding your juice and your cookies for you while you stick down your bandages, rubbing your thumb over the sore spot. "For a really good cause, too. Huh? Keeping your, uh," Duke glances at you, mischief pulling the corners of his lips up. "Snuggle bunny, going?"

Rolling your eyes, you yank the plate of cookies from his hands as he chuckles and take a chomp out of one. "Ugh, Duke... I was sleep talking! Let it go!"

He just giggles, fixing his collar with one hand and continuing to hold your juice for you as you quietly chew on your cookies.

As you do so, Duke turns his head to watch you. There's nothing extraordinary about the way you eat, nothing particularly sexy or gross, but as a vampire - an old one, at that. One that certainly doesn't remember the taste of normal food like a newer one might, vaguely, - one of the things he does enjoy watching his human mate do, is eat. Its adorable. So delicate, so human. Especially if one day, hopefully someday soon, they'll allow him to turn them.

Speaking of... His eyes narrow as a cheeky grin spreads his lips. "So, love... " You take the juice from him, giving him a suspicious look. Yes? He shifts closer to you on the couch now that his hands aren't occupied, and your sceptical expression - because you know him, - deepens. "Have you put anymore thought into my proposition?... "

Immediately you make a 'Pfft' sound and snort, bringing the glass up to your lips. "Ah, yeah. No need. We are never, ever doing that in the bedroom."

Dukes expression immediately falls, and you laugh at his scowl/pout, before taking a sip of your juice with a smile. Oh, he's an idiot. But he's also very cute. "Well- while I think you're making a huge mistake on that front, love, and this is not over- I wasn't talking about that proposition." Looking back at him at that, you watch his eyebrows raise meaningfully up his forehead..., and realise.

"... Oh."

He nods. Then his eyes flicker down to your hand, laying on your lap by the now empty cookie plate, and picks it up. Then gives you an uncharacteristically gentle smile. "I'd, really, like to do it." He presses the brim of his hat to your forehead affectionately. "To experience eternity with you, has been my dream since- "

An easy grin slides across your lips and you chuckle, nudging the brim of his hat back. "Lemme guess... the night I suggested you mix chocolate syrup with your 'Bloody Mary' drinks?"

He snorts, squeezing your arm gently, and lacing his fingers through yours. "Well, with ideas like that, how could I resist you?" Then he presses forward, taking the juice from your hands and setting it on the coffee table, before crawling over you, hovering over your body. "But I was thinking of a different night... " He raises your chin up so you're looking at him, and your brain wants you to push his annoying, horny ass off you and off the couch too, but the part of you that really likes him wants you to kiss him- so you just end up looking perturbed.

"Duke... " You whine, relaxing into the couch. "If I become a vampire... if I say yes... what's going to happen with my other relationships?" Your eyes flicker from everything but him, to his eyes finally, where he sees how reluctant you are, and sigh. "I don't want to lose them."

Duke shrugs. "But you'd have me, forever. They're all gonna die, anyway."

You promptly push his insensitive ass off of you, to the floor, and step over him as you head towards the kitchen- picking up your drink on the way. You're going to put tequila, in this-

Before you can get through the kitchen door, its slammed closed in front of you and Duke's cornered you against it. "... Okay maybe that was rude. Still working on my manners, Y/N, my bad. But I am working on them, huh? I get points for that!"

"Points?" You ask, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes over your shoulder to him.

Dubious and dumb, Duke raises a brow. "What's improvement without a point system?"

"Ugh- " You try to open the door again, but Duke uses his strength against you this time- turning you around and swiftly pinning you to the door.

His eyes catch the glass, still halfway full, and despite your disagreement, taps the bottom. "Drink that juice." He tells you firmly. "You lost quite a bit of blood, and I don't need you collapsing at any point."

After a stubborn moment, you sigh and do as he said, gulping down the juice at a steady pace as to not shock your system. Its also a good excuse not to think about the conversation you're having.

Because... its just... the hardest decision, you've ever had to make. The hardest decision you may ever have to make. It depends on hope so's (Will Duke stay in love with me? Will I stay in love with him? Will I like being a vampire? I hope so.), and faith, and not having faith in what if scenarios, too (What if I never see my family again, what if we come upon a hunter, what if Duke gets staked and I'm still there forever?), even if they're just as dependable as hope so's. And on one hand, staying human means you get to stay with your family, and your friends. You may not get Duke as well, but... he's just a guy, right? You can meet someone else... you cant replace your family, quite so easily. Right? You would be hard pressed replacing them, but guys... come and go... right?

But on the other hand, you're in love with Duke. You've never felt this way before, you cant even take it sometimes how irreversibly, unexplainably in love with him you are including everything obnoxious about him. You know you'll never find another Duke. You tell yourself you can, and you might have to so you will... but under the surface you know he's the love of your life. He's it. And there's no replacing him.

Ugh. Thinking about this does your head in... Your gaze lifts up from the window over his shoulder, to his face, and you knit your brows together. In frustration and apology. You know he's been patient... and you do feel bad for that... but this is also a huge decision, and you're not going to make it out of want to make him happy. "I don't know yet... I'm sorry... "

For a moment, he doesn't react... but then he sighs, and collects you up against him in a hug. "Take your time, love... we have a long time, to go... " He squeezes you tight, and you relax under his affections, totally. "But there is a cut off date, so, just try to make your decision before you die okay?"

You chuckle. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

Hades || The King of the Underworld ||

Rolling your eyes, you kneel over the campfire and sprinkle the seasoning on the roast instead of kicking those two 2 foot tall dwarf's to Tim Buk Tu like you really want to do. Alas- making your dinner delicious and refraining from taking it off the hot fire, and throwing it at Pain and Panic, will have to do.

And this is your reaction from just noticing them hiding in a bush nearby. They haven't done anything yet, but you just know. You know, that when they turn up, it has something to do with Hades. Usually, that he's not far behind. And you're so damn e x h a u s t e d, by turning him down. Over, and over, you have to do this. Tell him no, you wont marry him, thank you for stopping by now go home. Thanks...

And after the last time he did this, you really aren't in the mood to humour him this time. You get a prickly feeling all over, just thinking about looking at him, after what he did.

~

A week ago, you had just finished getting ready for a date, and the one who was taking you out was surely close by, and you were giddy. Excited, to for once, not be working, or fending off the Lord of the Dead, or falling down drop dead exhausted in bed every night. Tonight, you were going to have a good time, for once. You were so, so excited.

But, then Isa was late. And a few minutes... turned into an hour... and that turned into two... and by that time you had totally given up. The ass had stood you up!

You were so looking forward to this, and that bastard left you all alone at home, looking hot, waiting for absolutely fricken nobody. What a dick. How could you have been fooled, into thinking they were worth your time? Your rare quiet night, at that?

"Gods!" You cursed, throwing your shawl down on the kitchen table and wiping a hand up through your hair. "I should've known. I feel like such an idiot!"

Then their was a knock at your front door, and you snatched up your shawl and raced off to get it. Maybe they had an accident???

You swung the door open, and

immediately, deflated.

"Hades... its you."

An amused grin graces his features as his gaze licks up and down your form. You're all ready for a date, and you look gorgeous. "Well don't sound quite so ecstatic about it babe, I might forget you don't actually like me- or so you say."

"I don't. And especially now, I'm having a terrible night. Thanks for stopping by, no I don't wanna marry you, no, no, no, did I cover all the bases? Great, so please go home-" You attempt to close the door on him, but smoke shoots out from the mysterious whatever's-under-his tunic and shoves itself, solid, between the frame and the door. A deep groan escapes you as you roll your eyes, opening it again. "Drat." You hiss, letting go of the door and leaning against the frame instead, crossing your arms. "Look Mr Lord of the Dead, I have had a bad night- "

A smirk creeps across his lips, mischief gleaming in his eyes. Or was it worse? Yes, you think. Its a lot worse then mischief. Still, you don't let up your cold, blasé front, nervous - afraid? - of his reaction to anything else. How might he use your discomfort? "Oh yeah, you got left all high and dry t'night, huh? Yep... Shame."

There's something about the way he's talking... that just sets you at total unease. How did he know? You lift carefully, slowly, cautiously off the doorframe, confused. "Um... yes... he did. How did you know?" Your eyebrows shoot up your forehead. "Stalking me?"

"Oh, of course. How else am I supposed to get to know you? You sure as hell wont sit down for a dinner with me, you've made that clear." He runs his bottom lip thoughtfully through his teeth. "At least- without a little sweetener, eh? And I am a great deal sweetener- if I do say so myself. So!" You watch him turn around, clapping his hands together firmly- a call; A signal.

And sure enough, a moment later, the bumbling fools Pain and Panic came tottering out of the woods beside my house, whipping a poor, squealing pig ahead of them.

Your brows furrow at it- something really not quite right at all, about any of this.

You watch the pig for a few moments, unable to figure out why it makes you feel... something; You aren't quite sure what... until a sharp blue finger touches the underside of your chin, and guides your head up to look at the face of Hades, instead. Another evil smirk presses his smug face. "That's what happens to little fuckers that try to touch what will be, mine." At that, your eyes widen and snap back to the pig. Is that... Hades grabs your jaw now, dragging your attention back to him, this time uncaringly. "Remember that, sweetheart. Its up to you how many poor sods I turn into swine."

"Hades- " You gasp, horrified.

"I'm a God, Y/N." The fire sparking as head flickers orange, well-hidden fury showing itself for just a moment- enough to terrify you. "We're notoriously bad at taking rejection."

~

"You gotten over your little human melodrama yet, Y/N?" Hades voice rings out through the clearing in front of your house, and you feel your skin prickle all over; Knowing he's here again. After that awful thing he did, last time. "I had to do that, showed you who's boss I guess. But I'm sick of staying away from you... " He appear across the fire from you, but you refuse to look up at his face. "So... what? You want an apology?"

Wincing, you wrap your arms around your knees and press your nose into your dress. "No."

"Whadaya want from me?"

"I want you to go away," You mutter, still not looking at at him; Rather into the flames flickering up under and over your dinner.

"Well, that's not gonna happen." Through your peripheral vision, you see Hades disappear from across the fire, and a yelp come out of you when suddenly he yanks you up by the arm, straight to your feet. Then he gathers your waist in one hand and presses you to him, leering down at you. You don't fight it, just deftly lean away; Afraid of how he might react to anything more. "So what'll it be? An apology? A present? A kiss maybe?"

He leans in, but you jerk your head back.

"What makes you so sure you can win my affections with pain, and bravado, Hades?" You finally snap, eyes flickering up to his pupils, which stare back at you in that familiarly amused way he always does when you get the courage to stand back up to him. "Making people I like into pigs, making me hurt... and then smiling about it? Thinking you'll just get away with it? That wont make me like you, you bastard. That's not sexy."

"Oh sweetheart, you're sexy enough for the both of us... " He grins, tracing your lips with a thumb. Marvelling at you even as you're mad, even as you're telling him such cold, hard facts.

Knitting your brows together, you tighten your lips into a confused scowl. "Do you even want me to like you?"

"Oh I want you to love me, Y/N... " For a moment, you see genuine in his eyes... before he turns it off again. And yet you believe him. "I promise you, one day I'll make you. One day you'll be death's partner, in sickness and in health. Just, you, wait." With those last three words, he boops your nose.

For a few moments... you just stare at him. How, in his deluded mind, does he think that's going to happen if first of all, he isn't forcing you, luckily enough, and second of all, he refuses to even try. Try, to be a genuine person. Try, to make you enjoy his company.

Its amazing how entitled Gods can be.

"... Maybe you're right. Maybe I will marry you one day,...

but first you'll have to make me like you- and that wont be such easy a feat. Not even for a God."

Inkubus || A Incubi Demon ||

Walking down the street late at night will always set you a little bit uneasy no matter how many times and how often you do it. Around any and every corner could be a monster waiting for an easy kill, a simple little victim to grab and run with.

But that doesn't change the fact at all that its just something you have to do, as long as you don't have a car and refuse to spend money every night on an Uber ride. So you collect your wits and take out your headphones as you hop off the bus, holding your keys between your fingers like wolverine claws like a back alley street fighter; And a cheater, at that.

Hey, you're brave, for sure- but you're not stupid.

You must keep your ears open, your eyes focused, and your senses as heightened as possible. And if someone's going to jump out at you, you couldn't care less if being prepared with sharp tools at the ready is not exactly sporting. If someone is going to try and hurt you, then they're about to get the rudest slap-in-the-face of an awakening of their goddamn lives.

Also, though... the quietness, can be peaceful. So while your senses are open to any hint of a threat, the rest of you... enjoys it. The quietness, the stillness, the all-together aloneness, despite the constant, faint feeling that someone is near. In a world where everyone is connected, its a really valuable feeling; Of being on your own. With no one watching, or listening, or even thinking about you.

You just get the moment, to be... To be. Just, to exist.

So happily you walk down the street, slipping into the darkness of your neighbourhood and enjoying the peaceful, slightly terrifying time.

Until you run into something your senses didn't pick up on even the slightest bit- you didn't even see him, which is weird seeing as he turned up right in front of you. "Oh!"

You have a mind blank and don't even think of the keys between your knuckles or the idea that this is a threat. Especially not when you look up, and see his face.

Every almost-suspicion and near-scepticism disappears from your mind.

"Oh hello, I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going." He steadies you, before taking his hands away from you. For a split second, you find yourself wishing he hadn't.

"That's okay!" For a moment, you get caught up in the mans eyes, before managing to break yourself free, and step back from him. Awkward... Your eyes purposefully turn downcast, avoiding his gaze that had so oddly swallowed you up a moment ago. "Um, anyway, enjoy the rest of your night!" Slipping past him, you continue on your way down the path towards your house, when you hear a gentle whooshing noise behind you, and turn your head to find the man walking casually beside you, like its not a red flag at all. Surprised, your eyes widen.

"Sorry to seem a bit of a creep- "

"Oh no, you're fine!!" Why, on earth, are you so eager to assure him?

His lips curl up in a pleased grin, his handsome - yet... somehow, oddly disconcerting, - features lifting pleasantly in the dark, and all you think is... that's why. Shadows leave shade all over his face and it is a bit frightening but its like your body has a mind, and ideas, of its own. Your footsteps are slowing down, your heartbeat's relaxing to a calmer velocity then even before this strange man turned up, a gentle heat is rising up your neck.

"That's good to hear, I wouldn't want to scare you. You know, an odd man following you late at night... some people mind find that a tad bit threatening, you know?"

A spark of nervousness, the first since you've been with him, lights up inside your chest. "Well... y-you're not wrong... "

Just as quickly as it ignited though, your anxiety is stripped away with just a kind smile, from him. "But don't worry- I bare no ill will." Your eyebrows lift up at that.

"And I'm... just supposed to take you at your word?"

Exactly, you think. Finally, your body is catching up with your mind! Isn't this precisely what you were just scared about, getting off the bus at this late hour? That a terrifying stranger would turn up??

Well now one has- so why aren't you doing anything? Why aren't you slipping away? Why aren't you running?

God, you want to... But... you cant. Even as the words leave your lips, you feel your feet be leaden to where he wants you to be- beside him, and only slowly walking. Easy to guide, easy to control.

His grin turns mischievous as you watch, a speckle of darkness flickering beyond poisonous green eyes. "Of course not. You're a clever little mortal." Your brows knit together now, confused. Mortal? The green hues flash to yours again and one side of his mouth quirks up a tiny bit higher; Revealing wisdom and wickedness beyond his appearance. "Then again, mortals have always been intelligent. Its how we've survived for thousands of years, right?" He gives a well-humoured wink.

... Yet... you find, that the way this man said 'we've'... just didn't sound right. Like the word was heavy on his tongue. Like a lie.

Still- you don't find yourself feeling the urge to raise your fist, at all. You're almost... hypnotised. You witch every movement he makes, take note of every calculation. From the way his coat whispers in the dark wind to where his hands are.

"I... guess... Um, what's your name?"

His eyes narrow but a corner of his mouth curls up in another mischievous - devilish? Demonic? - smirk that sends your head rushing. "Hmm... lets go with... Klaus, for now... And oh, you're free to tell me a fake one as well if you'd like. Its a tad reckless to give away your real information, like names and telephone numbers, in a situation like this, isn't it?" You cant argue with that- "But, whilst acknowledging that, I still cant help myself sweetheart," Sweetheart- your heart plummets down to your feet and your eyes widen; You can't help but love the sound of that. "I'd really like to get to know you a little bit. Would you please allow me the honour, please?" Oh my goodness- he just looks so pleading at you! Its adorable. How could you possibly, say no?

Every word that comes from him solidifies the hold he has on you already, too, that he so easily took in the first place with just his presence. Arousal and intrigue sinking into you like fangs by the second.

You cant help smiling; And saying yes.

The predatory look that takes over his face now causes a pit in your belly- but it only excites you. Suddenly he puts a hand on you- just the crook of your arm, stopping you in your tracks immediately, like you knew in your very workings that that is what he wanted from you right at that moment. "Is this your house, dear?"

... Oh, um- You shake yourself of whatever trance you're stuck in just long enough to look over at the house your passing, in wonder. How did you even get here... God, you just feel so disorientated... "Uhuh... "

"Wonderful; Now, I consider myself a gentleman dear so I shan't invite myself inside- especially not even having a name for such a pretty face. But... " 'Klaus' shrugs a bit, a perky little knowing look on his face- because he knows, what you're about to offer him.

"Of course, you can come inside!" You smile. "And- " Don't give your real name, don't do it. Pick any other name. Please- "I'm Y/N." The words slip out easily, like there was absolutely nothing inside you begging you not to.

And, just like that, there isn't.

Seedeater || A Wild Beast ||

"- Oh I should tell you about that summer. Ah, Y/N darling you would have just loved to be there, trust me! Once I've told you all about it, you'll wish you were, I promise you. So! Let me set the scene... "

This man has been jabbering on to you about who-knows-what for far... too... long... God, you're afraid to pull out your pocket watch, for fear of discovering you are nowhere near the acceptable moment to excuse yourself.

Because for sure you are not about to engage in any more courtship with this insufferable peacock of a man but also- you would rather die right here then go home early and have your parents nag at you over insulting the Duke' right hand man like that.

Even as... you long... so so very deeply... for your bed...

Oh, perish the thought. To be in your warm, cosy bed. Wearing nothing but your nightgown, with the fireplace roaring nearby and a book open on the pillow in front of you... perhaps nibbling at pilfered muffins from the kitchen.

You're just relaxing into your fantasy world - whilst managing to make yourself seem interested in your... eugh... 'suitors' story, with well-placed hums and 'Oh please tell me more's. - when suddenly the slow hum that his droning voice had become to you rather then actual vocabulary, just... stops. Your eyes flicker to his form on the log next to you, to see him perked up. Alert. Like a meerkat.

"What happened, Nigel?"

"Shhhh!"

Hmm... well, you certainly aren't crazy about that... Brows furrowing deeply and lips creasing into a severe frown, you straighten your back more so and take a deep breath with which to give him an earful, when-

You hear it, this time. What's concerned your date so.

Its a rustle just outside of the clearing the of you are set up in, and its definitely not just the wind. Or a bird.

Its slow, and heavy. A twig snaps as if under some huge, terrifying, calloused foot.

Immediately your freeze, gazing around slowly, cautiously for whatever is out there. You like to think its a beast, rather then a man. A man would be far, far worse. You've always thought so. A beast could hurt you, for sure. Scratch you to death or eat you alive... but a man, a man could take you. Steal you away, and sell you for drug money. Or humiliate you... Yes, you've always thought; To be ripped apart by canine teeth, would be better.

But then again, a beast is not ideal either.

You want to live!- and that has never been quite so blatant then right now as your heart hammers in your chest and you feel your cheeks grow cold as ice, despite the raging campfire before you. You want to life, in order to get past this terrible date and go on better ones. Or far better yet- never go on a date again.

Even so, though, when Nigel slowly picks up his shotgun, raising up to his feet and carrying it with purpose- you feel the most impassioned, ardent repulsion towards it and total, striking fear bang in your chest. He's going to kill it??!

I mean... if its a man, go right ahead, but if its not-

"Nigel." You hiss, making the man jump and look down at you in a mix of horror and anger. It reads clearly to shut up, but you aren't concerned with Nigel's needs. "Put that bac- "

A horrible screeching sound fills the campsite and you immediately slap your fingers over your ears, pressing into them firmly to keep the sound out and squeezing your eyes shut. Oh, that's terrible-

Then a beast emerges from the tree line, growling and blowing steam out of its bar-boned nostrils. Your eyes crack open to see Nigel lining up his gun with the monster's head, which surely wouldn't work in the first place as it seems to have some kind of helmet made out of bones. Or maybe that's just its head. either way your eyes widen to the size of saucers, and leap to your feet; your hands on Nigel's gun before you even realise the danger of your actions. "Let go!" He snaps, but you refuse.

"You will not kill this creature!"

"I most certainly will!- " His finger presses down accidentally on the trigger, and immediately a loud BOOM sound crashes from the gun, making you gasp. "Look what you made me do, woman!!"

The creature suddenly rears back on its hind legs, frightened by the noise, before slamming back down like a horse and rushes forward- all gangly, uneven movements as he's too heavy to really move as fast he's going but doesn't care at all. It brushes by you and all you can do is hold your breath and grip the gun like your life depends on it, so you don't run and startle the beast even more. Embedded in its fluffy hide are sticky substances - tree sap, supposedly, - and leaves, and little sticks, and a lot of dirt.

It tears through the camp site, crazed, and when its done - now huffing and puffing and still furious, standing at the side, - the little tent that Nigel had set up and cooking equipment is all ripped to pieces. Destroyed. Your heart's beating a million miles a moment inside your chest, hoping you aren't about to look like that, too.

After a few silent moments, apart from the monster's hard breathing, you turn from the creature to Nigel. Both your hands are still on the gun. "... Nigel... " You breath out in a whisper that is only as loud as a breeze. His eyes flicker up to yours, terror gleaming in them; And he's breathing pretty hard, too. "You need to let... go... of the gun... now... "

"No... Y/N... I have a plan,... don't worry... "

Ugh! You think. Even scared out of his wits, he thinks he knows better then me. If only he would just stop-

Suddenly, all far too suddenly, he wrenches the gun out of your hands and turns its aim upon the beast again. Your face goes slack at the too sudden, too jerky, too cocky motion and look from him- to the gun- to the beast and its glowing red eyes, staring down the barrel.

No!

"Now stay still, monster... this wont hurt but a moment... "

And in that second before Nigel presses the trigger again- you see all your futures before it even happens. The beast will tear you both apart with the bullet submerged in its skin. You will not survive, this way. And neither will it.

Just as Nigel is pulling his finger against the shotgun's trigger, you lunge for him. Pushing the barrel of the gun upwards, instead. Another terrible, crashing BOOM sound bangs against your eardrums as the bullet ricochets out and into the air. As you're wondering, horrified where it's going to come down, the beats roar accompanies the thumping sound of your heart in your ears and your head whips around just in time to see it gallop forward-

Its powerful jaws wrap around Nigel's entire face, and they both go crashing down to the ground as Nigel is ripped from you.

You can do nothing but watch, as in a matter of seconds it seems Nigel stops screaming in hat blood curdling way you do when you're being gnawed at alive... and goes limp. As soon as he does, the beast backs up off of him, a gentle and calmer woof coming out of it as it... just... sits back.

It sets its behind down the ground, and using a long... bear-like, tongue, licks at its paws. Cleaning itself.

Calmly.

Blood is still rushing hotly in your ears as you shake like leaf, between this beast and your date's mauled body and turn slowly to look at the hideous, petrifying monster.

Its eyes are no longer red, so they're but shadows hidden inside the bone coverage that is his head, and for all intensive purposes, the beast looks... relaxed. Like you aren't there at all. But you feel its gaze on you, even so. And your skin tingles creepily at the feeling.

After a few more minutes of just standing there, being scared - and maybe going a little bit insane, - you open your mouth slightly. Jerkily, slowly... and whisper. "I- I'm sorry... th-that Nigel... he... t-tried, to kill you... "

Another growly woof is your answer, its response to hearing a foreign noise. Your voice.

But it isn't a threatening noise at all, so you relax a little bit.

Then, suddenly, the dog... bear... monster, creature, gets up again. Its shakes off its behind of some of the dirt there from the floor, and creps closer to you. Its so huge... you have to crane your neck to look at its face.

Or, more specifically, its teeth.

You hear a sort of... fluttery sound, over your beating heart and look around curiously. There are no birds, or anything else that would normally make a noise like that, that you can see... The clearing is still, and empty.

Then your eyes catch sight of something, dark, fluffy and long flying up and down against the ground, behind the creature. When realisation occurs to you that the thing is its tail, and its wagging, you cant help the tiny smile that slips across your face. Gaze slipping back up to the creature, deciding it has no ill intent in the moment, you decide to try something.

Reaching over with one hand, you tentatively slip it through its main. There's so much black fur there that you're unsure that it even feels your touch at all - and there is certainly no reaction as it just looks around the clearing, keeping watch, - and your hand disappears entirely in the surprisingly wonderfully soft fur.

Smile widening, you enjoy the feeling with one hand for a while, before getting adventurous. Your take your pointer finger, and lean up to carefully stroke the bone of its face-

And as soon as you start, the creature startles you by moving- but you don't pull back far before you realise what is actually happening. It isn't readying to attack, its preening. It stretches its neck up, shaking itself slightly, before lowering its head for you. As if to ask; Please, again.

The smile comes back full force, and you do as it so politely asked; Stroking down its smooth snout over and over again. You can feel its warm breath on your arm and various bits of the forest stuck in its fur but you don't care. You just enjoy the feeling- its actually like a big dog rather then a monster!

"Aw... you're a good one, aren't you? ... I'm so sorry we frightened you earlier... "

Ursula || A Sea Witch ||

"Yes, yes... " Ursula rolls her eyes, sighing out her words in an irritated way; Getting tired of going through the deal, over and over again. But you cant stop wording it slightly different- as if it will ever get better, for you. Because its quite simple. "I'll save your precious baby brother, let him live on happy and healthy and all that rubbish for another 30 to 40 years... and you get to come down and stay with me, eternally. Happy?"

"... yes." You force the word out from between your lips as soon as you've worked yourself up to agreeing, not allowing yourself to back down again. As you suspected, the moment that word makes it into the open air, materialising into steam from the cold air as you kneel by the murky, foggy morning waters and the monster waiting for you in their depths- you regret it. You want to take it back... but you forced the word out for a reason.

For him.

And you refuse to even try to take it back, because the one thing you desire in life is to keep him safe... and this is the only way you can do that.

Tears well up in your eyes, as a wet hand curls around your own outstretched one, long red nails scraping into your skin as you shake. Bright eyes with pitch black pupils and wicked intent not-at-all hidden away gleam back at you, as thickly painted lips pull back on either side in a pearly, sinister, grin. Like a switch, your heart suddenly plummets down to your feet, and the cavern of your chest feels as cold as the unforgiving waters, below.

"Its a deal, then, doll~ " The sea witches voice is rough, that black heart of hers and ill intent bleeding out unapologetically through in her tone, and you know you've made a terrible mistake for yourself.

But the right decision, for him.

And as Ursula's hand slips out from yours and she disappears back under the water, the gentle waives slipping over her violent tinted skin until she's gone, your eyes slip closed; You must remind yourself, of that fact. He will be safe now. That's all that matters. It has to be.

Because you know, that she'll be back soon enough- and you'll be hers, for good. Just as she wanted it to be.

These are your last few moments of freedom, before she comes back with a disgusting tonic or filthy ointment or horrible scent, or something, that'll make you like her,... tied to the sea rather then the shore... and you use them to think about him.

Taking a deep breath, you think; You'll be okay now.

Take care of yourself, because I cant anymore. Create a good life, for yourself.

Don't miss me too much, please.

The fear striking sound of waives lapping harder against the rock you're perched on alerts you that she's back, and when you open your eyes she is indeed there; An expectant look on her face, and a closed clam shell in her hand. "Well? Come on in, darling... I promise I'll hold your hand, if it gets too rough."

"Y-you want me to come in... to the water?? Now??" Before you've changed? Before you have a tail, and gills? Surely it'll be freezing- you're cold just looking at that water.

"Well I wouldn't want you convulsing too hard when you transform and hitting your pretty little head on the rocks! Trust me, honey."

Trust her...

The concept repulses you, but what other choice do you have anymore? Taking a deep breath, you dip your legs in first- before shuffling off the shire for the last time and dipping silently into the frigid sea.

Your eyes are squeezed tightly closed as your head disappears under the waives, and the only feelings you know are the freezing fucking cold and, and thick tentacles wrapping gently around you. Holding you still.

Under water.

"Now, now~ Don't panic, that'll just make this worse for you." You're starting to run out of air - you've never been good at holding your breath, - , and as Ursula's thumb brushes over your lips you struggle, like an impulse, away from her. You try to wrestle out of her hold- reach the air, again. To breath- Air- God, fuck- Need to-

But her grip just tightens around you, her new play thing, constricting like a boa constrictor until you cant fight anymore. "I said don't panic, lovely...

now open that lovely mouth, now."

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[seducedbyseverus]

I See You

Pairing - Professor Snape x Student!Reader

Tags - Angst, crying, confessions of love, sneaking out, slight panic attack, and I think that’s it.

Word Count -  684 

Beta - None. All mistakes are my own.

The Prompt I Chose - “Y/N! Open the door!”

Written for - My 200 follower celebration drabble challenge!

Nights at Hogwarts were often calm. While the rest of the students slept peacefully in your dorm, you sat in the windowsill with your thoughts. It was nearly spring, and even closer to the day when you’d have to say goodbye to the place you practically grew up in. 

You’d miss so many people and things about this castle, but there was one person you’d miss more than anything else. Falling in love with Professor Snape hadn’t been your intention, but it’s what your heart decided. 

Most nights, you would look out across the grounds and let your mind race until you were tired enough to sleep. Other nights, much like this one, you knew it wouldn’t be enough. Quickly and quietly, you slid your shoes on and stepped out into the chilly dungeon corridor. 

Navigating these halls was something you’d grown accustomed to over the years, and you managed to get to your destination without using Lumos once. Once you were sure you weren’t followed, you slipped inside and breathed a sigh of relief. 

Unaware that Professor Snape watched you disappear behind the door, your eyes zeroed in on the one thing that brought you peace. The Mirror of Erised sat near the back of the room, and you felt as if you were drawn to it. 

Slowly, you walked up and ran your fingers along the grooves of its frame.  The detail in its design was beautiful, but that wasn’t why you came here. The floor beneath you was cold, but you sat anyway. Your knees were folded up to your chest and your eyes glistened with fresh tears as you took in the sight before you. 

It was you in an embrace. A hand coming up to cradle your face as obsidian eyes gazed lovingly into your soul. You were so enraptured by how real it all looked that you didn’t hear the door open behind you. “I could have you expelled for being out of bed, you know.” You felt the color drain from your face. Out of all the people to find you in here, why did it have to be him? “P-Professor Snape! I … I can expl-” 

Instead of taking points away from Y/H, he asked a question you weren’t expecting. “What do you see?” You wiped a few stray tears and shook your head. “You wouldn’t understand…” Snape crossed his arms, his expression becoming impossibly more impatient. “The fact that you think I wouldn’t understand only intrigues me more, Y/L/N. Either tell me what you see when you look in that mirror, or I’ll take you to Dumbledore myself.” 

Panic pricked at your skin. There was no way you could tell him, and he’d know if you lied, so you did the only thing you could at that moment. You ran. He called after you, but all you could think of was finding somewhere to hide. A closet caught your eye and you hurried inside, barricading yourself against the back of the door. 

Sobs racked your body and even though you knew the noise would lead him straight to you, nothing could stop them. His deep voice was muffled by the thick wood of the door, but you still heard him clear as day. “Did you really think you could hide from me in my own potions closet?” He muttered the unlocking spell and tried to get in, but you pushed back keeping him from entering. “Professor, please, just … let me go back to my room! Don’t break my heart anymore than it already is!” 

“Y/N! Open the door!” Snape never called you or any other student by their first name, and that was enough to get you to ease up on the door just enough. He opened it slowly and stepped into your space, his hand tilting your face up to meet his just like in the reflection you saw. “Tell me, what do you see?” Your lip quivered as you finally told him your secret. The welfare of your heart now laying completely in his hands. 

“I see you.”

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Severus Snape x Demon! Reader x Muzan Kibutsuji

The Demon King's Fiancè

Chapter 2: Muzan Kibutsuji

Introduction: While walking around Asakusa, Tokyo with her friends, the Demoness run into someone she rather avoid running into her former Fiancè. How will this ever end?

Warnings: Mentions of Death

Being stuck in another dimension for two days was never been easy but at least Y/n was able to find a way back to the Academy. Of course, her friends; Enid and Yoko were so worried sick that where she had been. Of course she never hid the details from her 3 best friends about what happened. On how she ended up to a world there is a school similar to Nevermore except technology wasn't there and the school mostly teaches magic and other stuff.

There she met a guy around Wednesday and Enid's age. He was bullied by four Gryffindor boys known as the Marauders of course the vampire and the werewolf are aware the Demoness hates bullies. Right now, Y/n is walking down the hall with Yoko.

It was Friday, as classes were done by the day. While walking the two found Enid. The cheerful werewolf then approaches them as asks where are they going. “My home dimension, Enid.” The Demoness answers quietly.

The three were then currently at the woods at a place Y/n knew. She then mutters a spell at that a portal appears out of nowhere. When it happens it reveals the currently the Taisho Era Period of Japan lucky for them it was night time. Y/n enters first before her two friends. She then enters first before her friends follow her.

They then walk around, Enid starts to complain on how she couldn't use the internet here until her friends told her that technology in Japan here in this era was not as advance for as it was back in Nevermore. The girls started looking around at the shops. “Well, here cars don't produce much smoke and advanced trains were not around yet.” Yoko then mutters as the Demoness nods.

The three girls then bought sweets on a candy stand. and Enid seems to enjoy of course Yoko couldn't have any because she's a vampire. Y/n on the other hand miss eating sweets from Japan. As they continue to walk around, the Demoness eyes widen as she smells a familiar scent she hadn't smell for centuries since the last time she was here.

Y/n then looks up to see Muzan her former Fiancè. She notices he's holding a little girl in his arms. However, she notices he wasn't alone a woman was with them. She could notice he was talking to a boy with burgundy hair a demon slayer mark on his forehead. His uniform. Her eyes widen as she came to the conclusion that the boy is a Demon Slayer. She looks disgusted. ‘Of course, Muzan would be blending in with humans....’ she thought.

Her friends were confused on who's she's looking at before they then diverted their attention to what the Demoness was looking at. Yoko and Enid widen their eyes; that's Muzan Kibutsuji, Y/n’s Fiancè who is also Demon like her. The Demoness then her eyes at her former Fiancè.

Meanwhile with Muzan....

This boy he wore the earrings of someone he encountered centuries ago. However, something caught his attention. This scent. It can't be. This one was the scent he hadn't smell for centuries. He then felt someone was looking at him. He diverted his attention to who it was. He was surprised but never show it. It was his fiancé whom he hadn't seen for a long time but she looks different wearing a indigo uniform with purple stripes and right behind her were two girls. Tanjiro then smell another scent of a demon but it's different from a normal demon. But that's very odd.

Enid starts nudging her friend's arm. “We should better go back to the Academy, Y/n.” she suggests noticing that her Y/n’s ex-fiancè was looking at the Demoness. Y/n nods her head and follows her friend. Yoko knew that their friend doesn't want to deal with her monster of a fiancè, anyway. She follows the two girls as they walk off. However, while doing so they tried their best to ignore the commotion that later happen.

It was pretty much man that get turned into a demon who later attacks his wife. The Demoness could smell it was Muzan’s doing. The girls immediately leave when they hear the police arriving. They walk to the opposite direction to where the Demon King was. When they got out of Asakusa; Y/n uses the spell to create a portal back to Nevermore Academy. When she did, the three girls enter the portal. When they return to the forest to where the go through the portal. The Demoness then closes it to prevent her ex-fiancè from finding her.

Y/n lets out a deep sigh before turning her attention into her friends. “Are you okay?” Yoko ask knowing the discomfort of her friend. “Ye-Yes I am...” She responds making her friend roll her eyes. “We are your friends and we know when something was bothering you.. So tell us.” The vampire says as she cross her arms into her chest waiting for her friend's response.

Enid notices this too. “I have a feeling it has something to do with your ex-fiancè...” she then points at that made Y/n frown before she then nods in confirmation. “It has something to do with Muzan as you both are aware. He was my ex-fiancè and was a demon like me but we used to be normies not until this. He would have think about killing me but I don't think it would be great to cross paths with him. So I'm not returning back to my home dimension in risk of running into him. I really don't see him as the same guy I knew a long time ago. What I see now is a monster who kills innocent people mercilessly and ruthlessly.” she then explains.

Her friends then asks if they could head back to campus to which the Demoness agree before making their way back to the school.

Back to Muzan....

He was in alleyway before he places his hand against his face. He couldn't believe it; he finally found her after centuries. Most of his memories didn't become distant like how it was when he disappear before he met with Y/n. He still has most of it but the only thing that kept stuck in his head was the narrowed eye look she gave him moments ago.

He already sent demons to go after the boy with Hanafuda earrings that is similar to someone else he encountered before. Muzan made the decision to track her himself. So it would be easier to track her down instead of him sending of his incompetent demons to find her.

The Demon king immediately pack some of his important things and started his journey to the find the love of his life. He starts following the scent where Y/n went to which lead him out of Asakusa. However, he somehow stop when the trail of her scent stops there. Muzan's face was immediately contorted with confusion because he doesn't know why the Demoness’ scent ends to that place.

But still he won't let that stop him from finding her. He will find do anything to find her. Whatever it takes.

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[maelwife]

Who needs danny elfman x reader fan fiction when you can just be my brain and give me a dream where he tells me I need to get good at playing bass and stop picking fights with the audience or I'm fired and then makes fun of me for not being able to drive