#Inkubus x Reader

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Plot: The friendzone is a many splendored thing... not. (You friendzone them) Includes: Candy Pop, Dark Link, Inkubus, Long John Silver, and Oogie Boogie. Warnings: Sexual references!! Derogatory and degrading statements!! These are mostly from the villain’s point of view. Feminine pet names used (Especially in Silver's. He consistently uses 'lass'). Oh also Inkubus may have some sinister intentions... but they are not disclosed and honestly what do we expect. Unedited as of yet. Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @miss_understood , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , @spookiifi , @thecourtofgraywaves , @yesthetrashbin , and @your-mxnd-is-mxne . Hi all! ^^ Please head the warnings, its meant to be comedic, but Candy Pop and Dark both make some very gross comments 😅 Hope y'all enjoy and have a great day ^^

Candy Pop:

You walk away quickly after that, giving him that sweet kiss on the cheek and saying he’s such a lovely friend to you, and he wonders for a split second whether that was on purpose. “-Excuse me?!?” Surely you know that he wants his hand down your pants? “Hooooold on hold on hold on- “ You can’t be this dumb. Surely! Almost immediately Candy Pop whips around and follows you right down the hall- quickly catching up to you and skipping ahead, walking backwards in front of you, making you smile. “Love! Love, love- what was that last part??”

“I’m glad to have you, Pop.” You grin back, giggling at the befuddled look on his face. It does not clear up.

“Uhuh… as??... “He prompts you carefully, waiving his hand in a ‘go on’ sort of gesture.

“A friend! A wonderful friend.”  

“… hah, sorry, again? I just can’t wrap my head around those words. Must be our language barrier.”

Adorably confused, you tilt your little idiot head at him; Eyebrows knitted together. Oh god, he thinks. Are you not joking after all? “Candy Pop, you’re English.”

… Right… okay- “Yes, well, English used to be quite different in my time, right??” Yeah, that’ll do for an excuse. Sure. “Anyway- again?? You love me… as??”

Sighing, you stop walking and reach out to put a hand on his arm; Making him stop, too, and guiding him towards you. Theirs a gentle, concerned look on your face and your touch makes him feel weak, makes the skin under your fingers light on fire, and he just wants to shove you against the wall and taste you under his tongue. All over. But- “Candy Pop. Whatever you’re thinking… stop.” Holy shit you’re not joking!! You’re truly a dumbass!! What is he going to do!?? He wants to shove his tongue in your asshole, so this- he can’t- this won’t- this is just not going to work!?? “You are lovely- to me, at least.” You give a giggle, and its enchanting, you’re enchanting, but he has never wanted to squeeze you more then right now. Even with your pretty hand on his arm and your pretty eyes on him and your pretty voice in his ears. “and I do love you. Believe it, bud.”

Then you give him another soft, maddening kiss on his painted cheek, and leave again. This time he does not follow. This time he’s too gobsmacked.

Slowly he brings a hand up to his mouth, chewing on his nails and staring at the floor… oh my this is a disaster.

Dark Link:

“Mmm, y’know Y/N,” As the movie begins the play, after you’ve opened your jumbo bag of doritos and settled down beside Dark on his bed, he takes the opportunity to throw an arm over you. He’s close, now, just like he likes it, and he can see you stuff your face with artificial cheese in detail, sure, but eh- you’re a cute pig. You pull it off. Good on you. “This is a pretty freaky flick… if you get scared, be free to get cozy with me… BEN’s not gonna be here, tonight.”

At least he better not; Dark paid the little weasel handsomely in Hostess cakes and threatened his little man if he did show up. Tonight is the night Dark makes his damn move on you. A real move. One you won’t be able to write off a joke or just friendly. You’re obtuse, but you’ll get it this time. He’s sure.

… because honestly if you don’t, he’s going to lose what’s left of his ever-loving mind. He may have to fuck BEN, or Jeff, if you don’t get it this time. Any dank, warm hole will do but he hopes it’ll be yours. He’s going insane using his hand and wishing it was you. This trying to fuck you thing, has been an ordeal. He’s actually exhausted. You’re dumb as a box of rocks and he wants to feel you so bad. It’s killing him.

You’re killing him.

“Oh,” You pop a dorito in your mouth, looking at him with those pretty (clueless) eyes. “Where’s he gonna be?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. Anyway- “

“That’s a shame.”

“Yeah whatever. So like I was saying- “

“Are you sure he’s not coming around?? I’ll wait- “

“New conversation babe. Stay with me. I just want- “

“I have a bit of a crush on him… “You confess then, awkwardly, a nervous look on your face- but also relieved, like you’ve been wanting so badly to tell him this for a while.

… And Dark sputters, losing his entire train of thought entirely and just staring at you; Under his arm, looking adorable and shy, picking at one of the corners of your dorito bag and telling him… what!? The sound of blood curdling screams erupt from the horror movie then, which is fitting. “… C- Uh, c- come again please?”

You look bashful, before groaning and hiding your face in your hands. Dark follows your face with his eyes, not moving because he’s in shock. “You couldn’t tell?? Aghhh, I feel like I act like a total loony tune around him.”

“… Nope, baby, I couldn’t tell… “

“Oh you’re just saying that!”

“No, babydoll, I promise I am not.” … I guess I’m fucking Jeff tonight then. Goddamnit.

Inkubus:

… He feels like he’s being filmed. Leaning back suddenly, Inkubus brushes a few leaf’s from your annoying pot plant aside and glances behind it. Camera crew?? Secret hidden videographers?? Hello??

No?

He looks swiftly back to you, and you’re still gushing! And yes, you are gushing, right now. To him. That is how he would describe it because that is the correct word. You’re positively glowing, right now, and you certainly don’t notice how disorientated he has gotten- almost feeling dizzy, of all the pathetic human ailments, because this has never happened before, things have never gone this horribly wrong-  

“- oh sorry!! I’m talking too much, aren’t I??” Inkubus watches you tuck hair nervously behind your ear, as innocent as ever, and barely restrains the urge to roll his eyes- or snarl. You’re still completely what he wants, still clean and pure and perfect for his needs. Just your scent puts a sweet taste on his tongue. He can’t… he has to have you. “You don’t want to hear about this… hahah… “

He absolutely can’t believe it. … what are you? If you’re human, which he’s sure that you are, then you shouldn’t be immune to his charm’s. You should be physically compelled. And even if he wasn’t using his powers, you still shouldn’t be able to resist him. He has had a long time to perfect his act, and women - as well men, and everyone else, anyone he wants, - usually fall at his feet. It’s just… the way that it is! Si... What- What- What!?-

But you’re completely in love with someone else. That’s clear.

… But he wants you.

… Taking a deep breath in and rolling his shoulders gracefully, almost totally inconspicuously, forcing himself to calm down, Inkubus pastes a smile onto his face. “No,” He shrugs. “I don’t mind at all- tell me more.” Eugh. “Maybe we can come up with a solution together, hm? Be free to tell me everything… “

It’s been a few centuries since he has played the long game… but here we go~

Ugh… quaint. Truly.  

Long John Silver:

... Just shoot me. Put me out of my misery, please. Morphie, pal-

The little traitor just jiggles and bubbles in the air behind the lass's head, silently laughing his bleeding backside off after the mortifying kick in the pants that Silver just received from you. Silver glares at the creature, but quickly smoothens his face back out again when you look back at him.

Agh... just keep smilin'. Jussttt keep smilin'... dont be a sore git about this... it was worth a shot at least, it was.

"Y'know lass," Silver finally manages to speak, hating what he has to say. "I didn't know y'had a lad, back home... Y'never mentioned 'im, before now. Promse ya, I wouldnta asked-... well, I cant say that. Lets just say I wouldnt've come on quite so strong, eh? If I'd known." He gives a playful wink, brushing off the awkward moment for your sake. Its not yer fault you aint got room in your life for an old pirate like him!

"Oh, hah. Didnt I?"

No, ya sure didn't. He'd've remembered. "Nope, but that's okay lass... I'm just gonna be a splash heartbroke, now. Probably cry meself to sleep fer a couple nights..." He jokes, rubbing the skin over his heart and watching you cover your face, in sweet sheepishness. Oh, you're cute. Very cute. Whoever's got ya is one lucky bastard. "... But I'll get over it, promise ya."

"Ohhhh," Bashful and sweet as all hell, you peak out from your hand and look all-guilty up at him. Damn, you are a lovely thing you are. "I'm so sorry... "

"Don't even think on it, love. Now- "Clearing his throat, Silver picks up the huge, heavy stew pot in his two strong hands. "lets get the grub out there for those men, unless we want a mutiny on our hands."

Oogie Boogie:

"Wha- Friend!???" Oogie immediately throws his body dramatically backwards, hearing that; A hand to his chest. "You see me as a friend!???"

"Well... "Nodding your head, all-wholesome (Blegh), you confirm his suspicion, making the bugs in his stomach absolutely roll. "Yeah, Boogie!- "

"Friend!???" If he had a heart, he would seize it. My god, wasn't he clear?? What does a guy haveta do around here to get some pretty little tail??? The hell is this 'friend' crap!?

"Yes, Boogie!"

"How doya figure that!?"

"Well... " Now you're starting to look kind of hurt. You?? You hurt??? He's the one who's hurtin' now, doll!! What the heck is goin' on here??? "I- I- I mean, I thought so- "

"Pumpkin! I do like ya- but I don't think ya get what's happenin', here!" When you just tilt your head to the side, like a damn puppy dog (Disgustingly sweet), Oogie facepalms. Satan gimmie strength! "... do I have to be painfully clear with you, sweetbean??~~ "

"... Hm?"

"Oh- " Huff "fine." Suddenly Oogie slips in close to you again, curling an arm sneakily around your waist and yanking you against his front. A dirty old smirk tears across his face as he leans into yours. "... this'll be fun, anyway~ Hehehe... Hold on tight to me gorgeous, we're goin for a ride~ And its all or nothin', so keep ya wits aboutcha okay doll?"

[tinalbion]

Heyyyy beautiful 👉👉

Got a ask if you want to do it:

So, I’ve seen that you’re like, almost the only one who write for Inkubus, and I finally watched it today 🥺

Could you do something with these keywords:

Soulmate string, fluff.

Tysm if u do it and feel free to add whatever u like ✨

Luv u ~

My dear beloved Frutti, you can have WHATEVER you want, as always! And with our beloved Inkubus? He deserves more attention, but that's why I'm here! Of course, I hope this is to your liking! <3 Love you, too!

“Crimson Strings and Little Things”

Inkubus x gn!Reader

Rating: Just fluff on this one~

Length: 3.1k

It’s not like you could ask anyone about the strange red string that neatly wrapped around your finger, no one paid any mind to it nor made any comments, so maybe you were the only one who could see it and keep it that way. No one ever talked about something like this happening, how could you bring something like that up in conversation, anyway? 

All of these thoughts raced through your mind as you sat on a bench in the local park where you took your walks, and just the other day on your birthday, the red string appeared. You guessed it wasn’t a coming of age sort of deal, you were older than eighteen, so maybe it was just circumstance, you clocked it as that and nothing more. Or maybe there were issues in your family that they hid from you, perhaps you were losing your mind. Your eyes stared down at your hand as you shifted it back and forth, your gaze followed the neverending red string that cast all the way through the park and to hell knows where. Should you follow it, and find out what was at the end of it? The thought did cross your mind more than once that week, but you had things to do, rent to pay, and when would you have the time?

You weren’t sure how long you sat there as people passed you, staring at you while they walked past, or just ignored you completely, but you finally stood and stretched your legs before you headed back to your apartment near the edge of the park. You had been too lost in thought as you ignored your neighbor who called out to you, waving happily until her hand slowly sunk as she watched you in confusion while the door closed behind you. 

You’d been on autopilot since your birthday, maybe it wasn’t exactly healthy to cut yourself off like this but you needed answers, so you sat down in front of your laptop and began to type profusely, typing in random Google searches and scrolling for ages until something seemed to pop up that had no credibility whatsoever, but it was worth a shot.

‘It’s been said by very few, but there’s some odd connection between people seeing a red thread tied to them that no one else can see, except one other person on the planet; their soulmate.’

“You have GOT to be kidding me,” you scoffed as you reread the paragraph.

You laughed out loud at the sheer ridiculousness of the article, so you closed the window and put on a movie while you walked into the kitchen and began to make some food. There had been odd sounds coming from the laptop, and sometimes it happened so you ignored it as you continued to throw something together, your mind weighing heavily on how silly that article seemed. But what if it wasn’t so outlandish, what if there was some sort of truth to it? It would explain why you could never see the end of it, and it also made sense why you were the only one aware of its existence. 

With a bowl full of food, you sat back down at your desk and found that page again, your curiosity getting the better of you as your eyes scanned all the comments from unregistered users. Most were ridiculing the people who did believe it, but that was expected on the internet. But some seemed incredibly convinced that it was true and they’d been on travels to find the end of it. 

Some were successful in their searches, according to these users in their incredibly detailed stories. Some had even shown pictures of them and their newfound loves, which you were still sitting there shoveling food into your mouth with a lot of skepticism. If these were works of fiction, they were incredibly written and well told, you had to give them that at least, but something in your gut wasn’t sitting right. While you scooped out the last of the food from the bottom of the bowl, you were still left with more questions than answers.

What you did figure out was several interesting things: not everyone had a soulmate string, and it wasn’t in the cards for everyone, which was realistic enough. Another thing was that there were instances that the strings could be severed and it could happen in one of a few ways, whether they died unexpectantly, one of the two people refused to go searching for the end of the string, or if it were deliberately severed by falling in love with someone who wasn’t your soulmate. 

It was late when you finally decided to make a cup of tea and head to bed, you’d have to look for more information in the morning, your eyes were stinging from how exhausted you were and how long you stared at the screen. When you settled into your comforter and your eyes began to droop, you swore you could hear something gently moving within your apartment but you wrote it off as the upstairs neighbors shuffling around. Sometimes Dana had been a little too active during the night and she paced a lot, but she did so quietly since she didn’t want to be rude, you never complained though. We all had our issues, maybe she couldn’t sleep, it happened. So you turned around with the blanket thrown about the mattress, your eyes closed and you drifted off peacefully.

While you slept, you were unaware of the huddled figure in the corner of your room, his intense eyes burning into your form as you slept there so peacefully, he was intrigued. Most people were always afraid of the ‘boogeyman’ hiding in the shadows, they’d wake up afraid with their heavy breathing, searching for the monster in the darkness. They never saw him unless he wanted them to see him, it was one of his powers that he used constantly to toy with his prey. 

But as he sat here in this apartment and looked over all of the things that decorated your wells, your shelves, he couldn’t help but look down at the awkward red string that was tied to his pinky, leading straight to you. It was odd and he hadn’t seen anything like it in his entire existence, only pathetic childish rumors whispered on the winds of things like soulmates, but the world was always evolving and he was learning things every day, so he figured he’d try his best to discover what it meant exactly as you slept. When you stirred and turned in your bed, your eyes still peacefully closed as you nestled deeper into the pillow, his eyes were on you while he playfully tugged at the string. There wasn’t any resistance but you also weren’t bothered by his actions, so he continued to test anything that he pleased, his hands tried to undo the string, but nothing worked to remove it. 

The tall demon stood from the corner and hovered above your bed, this demon who wreaked havoc on humankind for centuries had now suddenly felt the mortal weight of unease, he stood there with no answers and only more questions. At least he had his magic to prolong the inevitable, he figured you’d learn to understand what this meant for you both, so he’d leave it up to you. 

The next morning, you awoke early enough to make some breakfast and get back to work doing more research on your little predicament. What you failed to take into account was that you were feeling odd all morning. You wrote it off as exhaustion or the food just didn’t sit right, but it didn’t explain why you felt as if someone was constantly watching you even though you were alone in your place. You weren’t finding much else on the internet, so you figured you’d try your chances at the bookstore, so you slid into your sweater once you were ready to go and headed out for the morning. 

He had to follow you to make sure you could figure it out, he needed answers just as much as you did. Without compromising his position so close to you, he did what he could to call forth a glamour of sorts over the string for the time being. He followed you around each corner, his face stuck inside the books that surrounded him while he kept a careful eye on you while you had dug through many texts over the span of two hours. Incubus never grew bored, in fact, he had all the time in the world so he grew more interested in watching you as you did your research, your hands always scribbling down notes and your eyes scanning each article with caution. 

At one point, you disappeared from his sight because you needed something to replenish your strength as you continued your search, Inkubus had no idea where you got to, and at that moment, he almost felt the unfamiliar prickling sting of worry. How trivial and human that was, to worry that something happened to you. He was tethered to you for a reason, one he hadn’t understood but wanted to, yet he absolutely hated the dreadful feeling he gained over this entire situation. 

He fled through the aisles and snapped his head back and forth as he searched for you, he couldn’t reveal the string just yet, or else that could lead to something that he wasn’t entirely prepared to deal with head-on. He almost skidded to a halt when he found you at the back of the small cafe they had in the back of the bookstore, a coffee in your hand, a sandwich on the table before you, and a notepad in your hand. He let out a sigh and kept himself against the walls and out of your view. 

It didn’t affect him as it did you, but you couldn’t ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach that began once you entered the bookstore. Was this supposed soulmate nearby, was that why you were feeling off? You held up your hand and looked down at your finger, the red string still intact, but as your eyes followed it further, you saw something that seemed to blur your sight the further you tried to look. You were intent on finding the source of what the hell was going on, you hadn’t read anything about people’s strings blurring, that was the opposite of what you’d expected. 

Your hand ran along the length of it the further you walked around the bookstore, ignoring the strange looks and no-so-silent whispers from the groups that watched you mostly out of curiosity because you were on a mission. 

Your fingers slid up further and further until your attention was grabbed by a tall figure standing off to the side, his eyes seemed to match your initial expression of confusion, especially once whatever that was obscuring your string had disappeared and led straight to the tall stranger. He looked older than you’d expected, his hair thin and light brown, a thicker goatee coated with white, and deep-set eyes that seemed darker than they were. But you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome, he carried himself rather well and he had that charm to him as he seemed to stare at you over the book in his hands.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been staring at me. It’s flattering, but you might want to be a bit more discreet about it,” he said smoothly, which made you want to cover your face in embarrassment. 

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry, it’s just that… do you see this?” You held up the string in your palm and presented it to him, your eyes stared at him, hoping you didn’t sound crazy as he looked at your palm curiously. 

“Yes,” he said cautiously, “why are you presenting this to me, child?”

You laughed almost hysterically as you leaned back against one of the shelves filled with books. “You can see it? Seriously? That’s… I have no idea how to feel but I’m not crazy, I knew it.” You placed your hand on your head and laughed with relief. “I don’t know what the hell this is all about, I’ve looked at everything I could find, nothing is really talked about like it’s been erased or hidden.”

The man looked down at you as he closed the book and set it aside, his intense stare made you shift under his gaze. “There have been…stories in my time of this phenomena, though only rumor. There’s been no truth to them to my knowledge, but I think you’d find me ridiculous for even saying it.”

You scoffed and stood up straight, your head tilted slightly as you looked over his features. “I bet I got you beat on that one,” you claimed proudly. 

Inkubus smirked, enjoying your courage as you stood before him, so he cleared his throat and beckoned for you to follow him. “Grab your things, you may not want to be around people when you hear this.”

And like that, he was walking away from you, leaving you behind as you stood in surprise, so you scrambled back to grab your coffee and bit of lunch you had left, tucking the writing pad beneath your arm as you burst out from the door, your head swiveled around to find him. The stranger stood across the way, his long, dark coat whipped in the sudden wind shift while he waited for you.

“So,” you sighed as you jogged across the way, “what is this that you know? I found some weird articles and- oh shit, I’m sorry, I’m not thinking straight.” You held out your hand and offered an awkward smile as you looked up at him. “I’m Y/N.”

The man stared down for a moment and took your hand gently, shaking it until he brought it up to his lips. Your face felt hot as you watched him place a kiss on your fingers. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Y/N, but you must forgive me…” He released your hand and walked away momentarily, his eyes flitted over toward you as you stood there with your coffee brought to your lips. “I haven’t been entirely honest with you, I’m, afraid. I’ve been following you for a while to see if there was something I could do to figure out exactly what this was.”

“You’ve followed me…and I wasn’t able to sense that?”

“All thanks to my magic,” he beamed.

Your face dropped. “Magic? Wait, you can do magic? Do you-”

He stepped up to you and placed a finger on your lips, smiling as he shushed you gently. “In due time, little one, in due time. I’m trying to figure out what this exactly is, and I was hoping if I followed you here, you could explain what is going on. I can’t really give you a solid explanation, only rumors from the past.”

You nodded as you flipped through your notepad, your finger slid down the page as you scanned for the notes you took on your laptop. “Okay, so this is going to sound absolutely ridiculous, but hear me out since this is the ONLY thing I’ve found- what’s your name?” You paused and stared at him, curious as to why he hadn’t told you yet. 

“Oh, my name is Inkubus. With a ‘K’.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You’re serious? Are you an actual incubus…?”

There was no fear as you asked, he could feel your calm excitement, but nothing that indicated that you were afraid, hell, he could even sense the interest you had when you looked at him. It made him proud to know he had an effect on you. “Yes, I am.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth…?” you asked skeptically, still wanting to know more about this stranger before just taking his word as fact. “I mean, you could just be some handsome guy who’s come to steal me away.”

Inkubus smirked and twirled back around to look at you, his eyes bore into yours and he took several steps closer. Suddenly, flashes of a different life behind your closed eyes began to play out, and he was there in most of those memories. You saw his truth, you saw his form flash quickly in your mind and knew that he was the one doing this. When it finished, your eyes opened slowly and you looked up at him in awe, your hand reached out and touched his arm to see if he truly was real. Inkubus snickered and reached out to stroke the back of his hand across your cheek, now very curious about you. 

“Do you believe in soulmates, Inkubus?”  you asked softly.

He laughed again, only this time it sounded more spiteful than anything, but his smile still held that softness at the edges. “Oh Y/N, I never believed in that. Do you truly believe this is that silly old soulmate myth?”

“Well, what else could it be? It may be absolutely false, it could be rumors, but what if it isn’t? What if there’s something more going on with this? How will we ever know if we just ignore it?”

“Is what I’m hearing from you is that you want to test this theory, personally?”

“Well,” you looked away as you felt your face begin to heat up again, you scratched your arm shyly, “I want to get to the bottom of it, and if it means we get to find out, I wouldn’t be opposed… you seem pretty okay to me. Wouldn’t be the worst person I’ve hung around in my lifetime.”

Inkubus laughed hysterically at that and almost doubled over with laughter. “Oh you’ll soon be eating those words, my sweet little Y/N,” he teased, his finger now stroking the outline of your jaw. Damn, he loved to flirt, as if you could handle him being an incubus, now having to deal with what that all came with, you would be in for one hell of a ride. You were sure of it. 

“I guess there’s only one way to tell, right?” You held out your hand and smiled, your cheeks twinged with embarrassment. “I’m game if you are, soulmate,” you giggled.

Inkubus thought for a moment before he grabbed your hand and shook it. “I suppose I’ll try not to get you too worked up, Y/N, we have a theory to test.”

[annaberunoyume]

A most cute, charming encounter in the woods (Drunk!Wally Darling x Fem!Giant!Naga Reader)

(Drunk!Wally wandered a little too far into the woods near the Neighborhood…He suddenly bumps into something reddish-pink. It's

a huge, gigantic serpent tail. He seems surprised, but drunkness

keeps him from being afraid. He hugs it.)

Female!Giant!Naga Reader (or Genderneutral, if you prefer. up to you. I shall write it with fem! pronouns, but you may imagine yourself as you, as well. ^^):

Hmmm? (She raises her head, feeling something touching the tip of her tail) A mouse? Hmmm…I could use a mouse… (She gets ready to strike, but stops abruptly when she sees Wally just blissfully hugging her tail. She slowly wraps the tip of her tail around him, in tilted confusion, lifting the oddity up to her eyes.)

You're not a mouse?

Drunk!Wally: (Just notices now that he is up. He looks at the tiny coil around him. He then looks up…And in utter awe…Curious (eye color) eyes looks back at time. He is in rapture at such beauty) Are…Are you a goddess?

Fem!GiantNaga!Reader: No…(she smiles, tilting her head) Are you a mouse?

Drunk!Wally: Hahahahaha! No! (he looks at his bottom) Do I look like I have a tail? (hips)

Fem!Giant!Naga!Reader: Hahaha, no. Are you a human?

D!Wally: Not…exactly. I'm a puppet-man…I suppose.

Fem!G!Naga!Reader: Hehehe, one thing for sure, you're a cute oddity.

D!Wally: (Twirls his hair in shyness, Blushing orangy-red) Hehehe…You're quite the pretty one, y-yourself…

Fem!G!Naga!Reader: (Just smiles warmly. She smiles as Wally yawns, rubbing his eyes)

D!Wally: Pardon me, my lady…I had a long, fun night…(He rubs his eyes)

Fem!G!Naga!Reader: I can see that…Maybe I can keep you company while you sleep…(She moves her face closer to Wally) You may even enjoy a goddess's lullaby… (She flutters her eyes)

D!Wally: (Smiles, blushing, enamoured and twitterpatted) Mmmm…I would…For sure… (He folds his arms under his head, lying it sideways atop the coil around his chest, an adorable, sleepy, blissful smile, on his face.)

Fem!G!Naga!Reader: Hmm… (singing) Heaven's gift to me, just the way you are, a new age child from a distant star…It feels so good just to be so close to your love, you are Heaven's gift to me… (She gently wraps a coil around his wait and thighs, in a chaste way, just to keep him warm) You are so sweet and pure just the way you are…Mama's previous jewel, Daddy's rising star, there's so much in life for you to see… (Wally hums in utter bliss. He can almost feel her voice gently vibrate on him) And so much to be, you are Heaven's gift to me…

(The Naga la-las into the night as she makes her way towards the Neighborhood. After a spell…She reaches it. Home looks at her with wary, almost angry eyes. They both have an unspoken conversation. The Naga understands that that tiny puppet-man is very important to that Home. She takes a bow and gently lies the sleeping Wally on the ground at Home's door.)

I simply wish to bring him Home, Madam. Good night. (She slowly slithers away to the woods. Home opened her door and gently takes Wally inside with her goo.)

THE END

Lullaby that reader sang in this story:

[ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds]

🔪 Slasher x Reader Fics:

Freddy Krueger (A Nightmare on Elm Street)

Tethered (NSFW)

Hold Still (NSFW)

Desperate, Aren't You? (NSFW)

Blood, Bruises, and Bite Marks (NSFW-ish)

Warmth (SFW)

I Never Pegged You as the Type (NSFW)

Passion Is Sometimes a Fucked Up Thing (NSFW)

Gabriel May (Malignant)

You're Craving a Release (NSFW)

Angel Eyes (NSFW)

Amanda Young (Saw)

Too Late I'm Dead (NSFW)

Find My Sanctuary (NSFW-ish)

Inkubus (Inkubus)

Demonolatry (NSFW)

Sandie Collins (Last Night in Soho)

Perfect Stranger (SFW)

Danny Johnson/Ghostface (Dead By Daylight)

Epitome of Sweet Misery (NSFW)

💀 Other Horror Fics

Waking Nightmares

In progress, come back later! 🚧💥🚧💥🚧

🎭 Non-Horror Fics

In progress, come back later! 🚧💥🚧💥🚧

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Out of what you've written, what's your personal favorite fic if you have one? :3

Ooooooo toughie 🤔

Funnily enough, my fave is probably my Inkubus x Reader one-shot Demonolatry. I'm not entirely sure why - I'm just incredibly happy with how it turned out. I worked hard on it! Not to pat myself on the back, but I feel like it just hits. I mean, getting fucked by a demon, while in a church, while on your wedding day, while wearing your wedding dress, while your fiance watches? I mean... it's so fucking out there and filthy and sacrilegious, but in my opinion, that's what makes it so fun.

Plus the idea came to me while I was in a lecture for a course on witches, and I very much enjoy that class, so that fun little association just adds to it. That's actually why I titled the fic "Demonolatry" - Nicholas Remy, a 14th century "demonologist" wrote a book of the same name that claimed witchcraft was linked to lust and demons. According to my professor, if that book was a modern-day movie, it would be triple XXX rated. Which seemed fitting, considering Inkubus is literally a lust demon lol.

ANYWAY sorry for that tangent I find those topics super interesting. But yeah, my favorite fic that I've written so far is Demonolatry :D

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Hello my Lovies~ As you darlings may know, I have the attention span of a gerbil. I have been working on a good bucket of Lemons for y'all but I keep getting distracted, so, choose which one y'all would like to see next! I'll let y'all decide so I can focus on just one and do them in some kind of order.

On one of them, I haven't figured out who I want to put in as the yandere yet so throw out suggestions for who you think would be a good fit.

Choose Your Fighter!

🥀Beauty and The Beast (Yandere Uvogin x Reader)(Lemon)🥀

💋Lady and The Tramp (Yandere Mephisto x Reader)(Lemon)💋

🦊Fox and The Hound (Yandere Sesshomaru x Reader)(Lemon)🦊

🎵Banshee (Yandere Shinsou x Reader)(Lemon)🎵

🐉Dragon Tamer (Yandere Chase Young x Reader)(Lemon)🐉

🕸Tied Up pt.2 (Yandere Drider Chrollo x Reader)(Lemon)🕸

🌙Sleep Paralysis (Yandere Inkubus () x Reader) (Lemon)🌙

🐈Street Cat Strut (Yandere Sebastian x Neko Reader)(Lemon)🐈

💭The Girl of My Dreams (Yandere Tanjiro x Succubus Reader) (Lemon)💭

🐊Spoils of War (Yandere Crocodile x Reader)  (Forced Lemon)🐊

🐑Even Lambs Have Teeth (Yandere Hannibal x Reader)(Lemon)🐑

🌈Rainbow Sins (Yandere Frieza x Reader)(Lemon)🌈

☀Stolen Sunlight (Yandere Muzan x Reader) (Forced Lemon)☀

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Horror Villains x Fem!Reader || Excerpts

Plot: Receiving a message from him specially for you.

Includes: Erik Destler, Inkubus, Jim Bickerman, Mayor Buckman and Stuart Lloyd. Obligatory pattern?? What pattern?

Warnings: Inkubus' is kindof sinister but what for you expect (side note- any guesses to whats inside the box? XD ) and Stuart's, reader is in university (I'm thinking around the 25 mark though). Also I wrote these in the notes app on my phone so I'm sorry if their are typos 😅

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @thecourtofgraywaves , and @your-mxnd-is-mxne .

Erik Destler

You felt the note be tucked into the palm of your hand when everyone was panicking because the lights switched off suddenly (of course, you had an inkling who was behind that fiasco immediately. Everyone did) and everyone was plunged into darkness. You breath had hitched, but then the lights turned on and there was no one next you- just your friends asking if you were okay and saying that it was the phantom.

You kept the piece of parchment in your fist hidden until you were able to slip away, say you needed some fresh air, and step out of the theatre to stand under a street light and open Erik's note for you; doing your best to flatten out the paper from its squished state with your hands.

His scrawl is a little smudged, and two of the corners are burnt, but you manage to make out his words. He's got lovely handwriting you think, a giddy smile twinging at your mouth.

_____

My dear,

After the show is over, I wish for you to meet me in my quarters.

There will be candles lit to lead you there, you only need to slip away from your frivolous companions and sneak down into the depths of the Opera house, if you're brave enough. I'm tired of the cat and mouse game you've been playing with me. Every flirtatious wink and pretty smile you send to my loge, every flash of your skin when you know I'm hidden there in your dressing room, every kind word you speak of me when others curse me... If your efforts are coming from a genuine desire to meet, I'll be waiting tonight. If not, I'll desist my watching. My listening. My attention.

That's my promise, and my offer- please consider it.

I hope to see you later, tonight. Enjoy the show.

- The Phantom

_____

A broader grin spreads across your lips as you finish the note and flick through it again, the important bits (the fact that he noticed your attempts to garner his attention at all, his offer, his hope). You've always been intrigued by the Palais de Garnier, and especially by its phantom~ There was truly something irresistibly fascinating about it- almost sexy. You can feel the excitement literally fluttering inside you like the wings of butterflies as you go back into the theatre and eagerly away the end of the show.

Inkubus

When you got home and pressed messages on your answering machine and heard that voice, you remember it clearly because it was so distinctive, and ardent, and sure, and so thick with something equally threatening, and... licentious, you immediately felt your blood run cold. The man at the busy coffee shop. Who sat with you at your table when their were no seats left and smelled like blood and looked at you like prey.

You didn't give him your phone number. You didn't even give him your name.

"Y/N... if you thought you would just brush me off and forget me like a random passerby, a footnote in your little life, you were mistaken. I told you, I have a few tricks up my sleeve~ "

You click to the next message numbly.

"In case you haven't deduced already, I also know where you live. And in case you think that I'm bluffing," the sound of a dark, soft chuckle revibrates from the speaker. "I left a small gift for you in your lovely bedroom. I'll give you a moment to go have a look."

Without a thought, you drop your bag and rush to your room after the click, stopping when you get there and cautiously pushing open the door. There you find a small box left in the mess of pillows and unmade blankets that is your bed that definitely wasn't there when you left in the morning, placed perfectly in the middle atop the covers, which you pick up carefully in one hand and take with you back to your answering machine; assessing it warily while you walk. It's wood but painted a terrible charcoal black, the paint coming off like soot on your fingers, and theirs a lock. You try to lift the lid, but without a key you won't be able to open it.

You press next on your answering machine, once again; eyes on the box.

"You'll get the key to what's inside next time we meet- and I promise, we will.

Y/N you have my full attention, and when I want something I generally get it. This is but a warning- by the months end, you'll want me just as deeply as I want you."

Jim Bickerman

He doesn't own a phone (he used to, but the telemarketers drove him up a wall and the old flip phone ended up in a lake somewhere) so when you get to his place, using the spare key tucked away under a little daffy duck figure on the porch, you see a tape recorder with a note taped to the front on the kitchen bench. "Hm," You hum, leaning your forearms on the bench and carefully unrolling the tape off the little beat-up machine and the note that says 'Read me' in thick permanent marker scrawl. Throwing away the tape, you press play and leave the tape recorder on the bench as you open up the freezer and pull out a pack of frozen potato gems. As you practically live here, even when Jim's not there too, you feel perfectly comfortable making yourself up and after work snack.

"Hey there, pumpkin. I'm off on a spontaneous job, got approached by a fella at the bar wantin' a couple protected deer off his property in Massachusetts. So I'll be off for about a week. Wish me luck I dont get in some trouble with fish and wildlife, eh?... " Sighing, you kneel by the oven and preheat according to the instructions on the bag. A week?? Crazy old man doesn't even have an email to contact him at! "but hey, pay-out promises to be good, the kid's got that new money look in his eye, so if all goes well when I get back I'll take ya out somewhere without a funky smell hm? You can wear something real pretty, and I'll pay. Course, you know the dress I like best." A grin quirks at the corners of your mouth, shaking your head. You do, you got it while shopping with him one day. "House-sit for me while I'm gone, won't ya?" Is that even a question?? He knows you love this place, it's off the beaten track and the lake's a quick walk from here. Not the lake he grew up next to, thank goodness; a really pretty one you love to read by while he fishes. Or just sit next to alone. "I tried to tidy up a bit but as we speak I'm in a rush, here. There's chocolate in the fridge and it's all yours. I'll miss ya, pumpkin, love ya. See you in a week."

After putting the potato gems away in the freezer to wait for the oven to preheat you pick up the tape recorder and take it with you to the livingroom, opening up a window to let in the fresh woodsy air before getting comfy on the couch and rewinding the tape.

Mayor Buckman

The note with your name on it folded neatly and left on your make up table beside a perfect sunflower when you got to your dressingroom after a show wasn't a surprise. There was always a note. Buckman never missed an opportunity to remind you that you're on his mind.

Pulling one side of your shawl over one of your bare shoulders, you take a seat in your dressing room chair with all other beautiful shawls and dresses and skirts of myriad materials and styles and colours strewn and hanging over the back, fold on leg over the other and lift up the flower, first; smiling and holding it delicately to your nose, feeling the soft petals on your cheeks.

You're approached plenty gentlemen in your line of work, being an actress on the stage. They find you beautiful, they love your voice, they think you're sweet. They want to add you to their collection of lovely things they've touched, or had.

But none of them were like Buckman, which is why you chose him.

He didn't look at you like you were a thing to have had. Not something to charm once and then never put anymore effort into; he always looks at you the same way with the same cheer and interest. He genuinely likes you, he likes talking to you, and he continues to prove it.

Next you pick up the note and flick it open for to read it slowly, feeling your heart flutter in your chest like no man's ever did before him- or ever have since.

_____

Steller performance as always sweetheart! Lord, I had the worst, most obnoxious boy next to me talking all the way through the show but I swear- I barely heard a word he said when you were on stage. How on earth could a fella notice anything else?

You were just magical, darling.

Anyway, I got a couple of boring mayor things to do get done quickly now while everyone's still milling about the theatre, I just wanted to tell you privately how amazing you were, in case none of the other idiots around here convinced you. I'll see ya at home later tonight. I'll make you something tasty for dinner. I love you.

- George

_____

Taking a deep breath, pause for a moment. You try to retain your graceful, sober togetherness because you're acclaimed actor and you don't get worked up over a silly man's sweet words... and fail; using the note and cover your goofy grin and closing your eyes shut, shaking your head.

Stuart Lloyd:

Finally at the bus stop, you open your phone for the first time and check notifications after a long, long day of work. God, that cinema is driving you up a wall. You can't wait to get that Masters, get a good job and get the hell out. 2 months to go.

Noticing an audio message amongst all the school emails, personal emails, and tumblr notifications, you think how odd that is- who leaves phone messages? Why wouldn't they just text you? A gentle humorous grin spreads across your mouth when you realise that it's from Stuart.

Of course, you think. Stuart's not terrible with technology, not at all, but it still just seems very him to leave a voice message rather then type out a text to you. He would never use emojis, either, you think. He's more likely to spend an hour composing you a short poem then quickly tap a small 'dimwitted' image to express his feelings.

After pressing play, you hold your phone to your ear and look out for the bus; blowing air out of your cheeks in exhaustion.

"Hello, uh, Y/N. I hope you're well, and um... you don't mind, that I uh- that I found your phone number in the employee files. I was unsure how to reach you, and I wasn't sure that our shifts were going to match up at all before um... before you left." You should mind, you think, but you don't. Stuart is always overstepping boundaries in that odd half nervous half holier then thou way and yet you... never mind. It's hysterical and you like him. "Um- for a better job I mean. I remember you saying you were going to leave, because well- because your course is ending, right? Congratulations, by the way. I don't think I said that. You must be... you must be very proud. Um- anyway- the reason for my calling, yes. I- " abruptly the tone beeps and Stuart's voice clips away, having taken way too long and been cut off. Pouting, you take your phone away from your ear and look for another message- and there is.

"Thank goodness, Stuart." Pressing the phone once again to your ear with an exasperated, fond grin, you shake your head. "Good grief."

"Right, um, I was too slow. My bad. What I was saying is I... I was wondering, if b-before you leave and I... miss my chance, if you wanted... " He clears his throat, and you start to feel anxious, heartbeat getting faster in your chest. You chew on the inside of your cheek. Where is he going with this? Why does he sound so nervous? "If you wished to a- accompany me on a... a date? I- look, I'm sorry if you feel that this is coming out of left field but I have not met a more pleasant person to be around for a long time, and I- " Stuart's voice clicks away from you again and you curse, quickly pressing the next audio message. There is 1 more message after this.

"It happened again. I apologise. What I'm saying is I appreciate you. And I'm not looking forward to working without you again in 2 months. And you're a- a very pretty young woman. If this comes off as... creepy... due- due to my age, or something, I apologise. I only thought that I would- that I should, give it a try. Thank you."

You start the final message.

"Oh!! I'll be working the next couple of days eight am to four pm- In case you wish to call me back whilst I'm available. Or not. Um, yes that's all. Have a lovely evening."

... for a few moments you remain holding the phone to your ear, head just rolling.

You never thought about Stuart romantically until this moment, he made your insides flutter but you never dared to go there. You pushed it down, you put the butterflies away in a box as best you could. But now they're out again and the fluttering is hard to ignore.

Before you can think anymore, you're calling him back.

"Yes? Hello?"

"Where do you wanna take me on our date?"

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Inkubus x AFAB!Reader x Norman Nordstrom || Headcanons [Part 1?]

Topic: Imagine living next door to Norman, who's slowly falling in obsession love with you (Sweet, young, fertile, trusting you), when suddenly you're dating cocky, suspicious, asshole- 'Klaus'.

Basically you're naïve and too trusting and so you're being targeted by a creepy old man with a breeding kink and also now a spooky old sex demon. And they're both territorial. Goodluck-

Warnings: Mentions of obsession, breeding kink, boners, reacting badly to the friendzone- and that's all just Norman 😅XD Inkubus' warnings include being two-faced as hell between you and Norman, and a little bit of non consensual exhibitionism... General smutty themes, possessiveness and age difference for both throughout.

🥀 Norman started to notice you as soon as you moved in next door. You came over with M&M cookies and introduced yourself as Y/N, and didn't once act weird about his blindness. You were effortlessly kind, and the sound of your cheerful voice was honestly enough to make him a little hard. It always would.

🥀 He wishes now that when he invited you in for tea that first day, and his front door closed behind your all-too-willing back, that he had locked it. That he hadn't let you leave. That he had made a move.

🥀 ... alas, he didn't. And for a while that was okay, because he would get up early in the morning to sit on the front porch with Shadow so you would see him and come over on your way out to work- just to say hey, and ask him how he's doing, and pet Shadow. You would also see him on your way home again, because he learnt your schedule.

🥀This turned into having dinners together almost every day of the week because he said he was cooking and invited you to come in and eat with a lonely old man. Pretty soon you were eating at his place two- three- sometimes four nights a week.

🥀 Then he started to say that if you wanted- you could stay over on the couch after dinner. He would act all grumpy and like he doesn't really care, but you thought he was just the sweetest, grouchiest old man so, you did. Which turned into breakfasts together, too.

🥀 And he was so damn pleased. You were playing directly into his hands.

🥀 He was living his best life, actually 😅 He had you in his home with him, chatting to him in that ever-cheery way and touching him and eating with him- it was like having his wife around again. Norman's life was bright again ^^

🥀 Sure- he knew that as far as you were concerned, this was only friendship. The touches you shared were purely friendly and honestly a little bit delicate on your end (Like you're afraid to break him, like he's an old man. A fragile old man. Like that's how you saw him- which was admittedly less then ideal), and he never dared to go too far with you- but what he had with you was enough. For now, he thought. Eventually yes, he would want to have a baby with you (He had decided), but that could wait.

🥀 Norman did not see anything happening to jeopardise that. He had plans for the two of you and those were going to come true- they had to. He was sure of it. He needed this.

🥀 He needed you.

🥀 ... But then the absolute worst thing happened. The thing that made Norman's inner soundtrack warp from Justin Timberlake's 'Cant Stop The Feeling!' to the first bars in 'Highway to Hell' real fricken quick. And what was that thing? The worst thing that could possibly happen to Norman? The thing you did- that you brought home one night without even telling him- that wrecked his world???

🥀 A dark, mysterious, handsome stranger called 'Klaus'. Yeah... Klaus. Look you know who we're talking about here, okay? But he's going by Klaus right now so just go with it.

🥀 You were dating. Y/N, Norman's Y/N- his sweetheart, his future spouse, his light- was dating.

🥀 And it wasn't like you were dating a kid your own age (20's) who you had no chemistry with apart from liking the same music and 'Tik Tok's. No no no.

🥀 That would be one thing. That he could forgive. Soon enough the mess would be behind the two of you and you would realise how much better Norman is then some immature boy. You would laugh about it.

🥀 ... But no. You were dating an older man (That part really kicked Norman in the gut. He was worried all this time that you weren't being with him because he was so much older, and that he would have to acclimatise you- but that wasn't the case at all! Clearly, you liked older men. Just not him- ) who made you laugh on your front doorstep and who had you in a better mood all the damn time now- Even when he wasn't around. You would be sitting with Norman at his dinner table and you would just think of this, this 'Klaus', and you would go quiet, and sometimes giggle. And Norman was sure that if he touched you (Like he so wanted to!!)- your cheeks would be red hot, too.

🥀 Norman was so frustrated, and if you were a more suspicious person then you would have noticed how quiet and gruff he would get when you mentioned Klaus. But you weren't, you just thought your friend Norman was going through something. Or he was uncomfortable talking about your romantic life- which was just fine ^^

🥀And that wasn't the only thing you weren't noticing, either.

🥀Klaus had enough red flags to equip an army. He was more subtle about it then Norman could ever be, sure, but that wasn't saying much.

🥀 Klaus looked at you like a meal, so much so that waiters worried about you going home with him. Every second sentence out of his mouth was a double innuendo that you didn't quite get but brushed off as an odd sense of humour. He always seemed to have a smooth excuse for acting oddly. And somehow he knew your name before you ever said it???? This is not all but its enough for any normal person to say nope and get out- but not you. Unfortunately, no, not you.

🥀 ... Norman definitely noticed, though. He and Klaus met pretty early on in your new relationship, as Norman would hang out with his gun on the front porch for you to come home late at night after a date. He was always itching to shoot Klaus. Klaus new damn well, too, and loved it.

🥀 You introduced your lovely, grouchy best friend and Klaus all-sweetly, having them shake hands like gentlemen as you kneeled down to pet Shadow.

🥀 While you were looking away they entered the GORIEST of eye-contact battles. Norman was saying through his eyes that he doesn't trust the other man for one damn second and he better back off you, as he subtly tapped the shotgun resting in his lap. Any norman man would've feared Norman, would've left you in the dust- but unfortunately, for Norman, he wasnt even dealing with a man.

🥀Klaus' laughing eyes pretty much just thought back... this should be fun.

🥀 He wasn't about to let an old blind soldier threaten him- but he also wasn't going to take it too seriously. Why would he? Clearly, your friend was in love with you... or at least wanted to fuck you. He could use that. Of course, you were his target. You were what mattered... Any enjoyment Klaus would get out of rubbing it into the Norman's tired old face that you were with him (inviting him to your bedroom at night, batting your pretty eyelashes at him, laughing at his jokes) instead- would just have to simply be a glorious bonus.

🥀 And ohhhhhhhhh did he rub it in. He really did. Klaus took every oppertunity that he got to show off, using Norman's evidently advanced hearing against him in the worst way.

🥀 ... so yes. 'Klaus'... being a literal demon... took to leaving the windows open when you would sleep together. And he would try to do it on the lower level of your house, just to make it that little bit easier for the old blind man next door to hear. To be tortured. To hopefully fall asleep to your sounds that intoxicate- when they aren't for him.

🥀 IN FACT- Klaus snuck into Norman's house one time, hid a speaker, and.... yeahhhhhhh you get it.

🥀 Norman would tear his own home apart looking for the source of your sounds, but would never find it. He would just have to white-knuckle his own damn mattress until Inkubus- *cough* 'Klaus', would finally, mercifully, allow you to fall asleep.

🥀 Norman would retaliate by keeping you so busy on nights that he knows you're supposed to go out with Klaus, that either you forget about it until Klaus actually turns up and finds you in Norman's house, or you're too tired to really be any fun for Inkubus.

🥀 He does this by asking you if you would be so kind as to help him out with his gardening, or cleaning out a cupboard, or cataloguing his books.

🥀 Klaus ends up knocking at your door... getting no response (which irks him in the first place)... and slowly turning to Norman's dwellings and glares. Of course, the blind man is at it again. When will he learn?

🥀 (And oh, the look on his face when he finds you on your knees in Norman's bedroom. A bemused grin at you as you apologise and say oh no I forgot!! norman needed help with something and- before you look away, still explaining your adorable self, and it turns into more of a grimace- at Norman. Like are you serious?)

🥀 ... predictably, it quickly became world war iii between them, with Norman still holding out the darkest hope that he can somehow have you as his one day, you blissfully unaware, and unknowingly to the both of you- Inkubus trying to do much worse to you and probably Norman as well now but getting caught up in a gross, petty little territory war instead. Eh, he's got time to kill. Why not?

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Horror Villains x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Types of Kisses. Just a quick something to balance out my personal bullshit posts and actual content ratio 😅

Characters Included: Dr Andover, Erik Destler, Freddy Krueger, Inkubus, Jim Bickerman, Mayor Buckman and Stuart Lloyd. Once again, if you see a pattern... no you don't.

Warnings: Kissing

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Dr Andover:

Cheek kisses that tell you no, he hasn't forgotten about you and you're still on his mind, he's just busy ^^

Erik Destler:

Selfish kisses; All about what he can steal from you before you come to your senses and realise he's just a freak, and leave him. Maybe he tries to be gentle with you but it usually ends up with your neck craned back and your mouth smothered with his and probably his hand around your neck. Possibly a muttering of the word 'stay' in a pleading tone if he gets too carried away with it.

Freddy Krueger:

There's a... loootta tongue involved here. Yeah. Okay so: kisses where he takes full advantage of someone willingly allowing him to kiss them. Like, holding-your-jaw-still, tongue-down-your-throat, take-a-breath-when-you-can kinda kisses.

Inkubus:

The kind of magical supernatural kiss that makes you feel tingly all the way from the tips of your ears to your toes. The kinda kisses that make you feel special and important, like a heroine in a book.

I don't know if this is pure skill, practise, or what- but it sure is not god given talent. Nothing about that man is god given.

Jim Bickerman:

Enthusiastic, handsy kisses where he's excited to have managed to win a hot piece of ass like you and just can't possibly keep his damn hands (/hook) to himself with you.

Mayor Buckman:

Big dramatic cartoon kisses that leave you love-drunk and heart-eyed. This man will take you in front of the whole town and dip you if he gets excited enough.

Stuart Lloyd:

Surprise kisses where he's innerly pumping himself up to actually do it for a few minutes, while you have no idea, then he actually finally does it and you savour it because it doesn't happen all that often ^^

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You want old men thoughts?? Hmm.... Right now I can't think of much, but I'll give you the little things I got XD

- Imagine in the Norman and Inkubus imagine you made, it's actually Norman that gets you first. You two have an established relationship before Inkubus came along, and started trying to seduce you. You insist to Norman that this new guy is 'just a friend', but even blind he can see that this guy has no good intentions towards his little wife.

- Imagine that you were the one victim of the Fireflies that managed to escape, and now Otis is obsessed with 'finishing what he started' with you. At first, it was with the intention to kill, but he just can't stop thinking about you lately (I'm not sure how in character this is, but I hope you still enjoy it XD)

- Ok this isn't sexual, but imagine you and Jim share a bed together, and in the middle of the night, you at first feel your husband shaking. You look over your shoulder to see his still sleeping face, and it looks scared. Pained. And you hear him muttering... You know what he's dreaming about. It's the same dream he's had ever since that God forsaken poaching trip he went on that almost killed him.

It's not much, but I hope you enjoy these imagines! ^^

OLD MEN-

Norman Nordstrom x Reader x Inkubus-

I loveee this prompt XDD Its like:

Y/N: *Introducing their husband and their nice new friend 'Klaus'* And like I said Norm, we're just goin' to the shops for a bit. Norman, getting bad vibes off of this... 'Klaus': I don't want you goin anywhere with him. Y/N: ... :D *w h a t... * Y/N: *Eyeroll* Don't worry Norm!, I love you, Klaus is just a friend ^^ Inkubus, who has been quiet up until that moment.: ... excuse me I'm what-

OR

Y/N, explaining to Norman who's at the door (You're lovely new friend obviously XD ) and that you two are just going out shopping: Don't worry Norm!, I love you, Klaus is just a friend ^^ He doesn't have any weird intentions, don't be possessive. Norman: Hmm... I gues- Inkubus: *'Absentmindedly' tapping his foot on the porch outside- you cant hear it but Norman with his exceptional senses sure can. And why is it significant?... its Morse code for 'OH YES. I DO.' *

Otis B Driftwood x Reader-

Its totally in character!! I can absolutely see Otis being pissed and obsessing until, like, Baby mentions that she swears he has a crush~~ And he obviously curses at her and the fight because no way in hell does he have a fucken crush, but then when Baby skips off- he has an epiphany~ Like hm... (: Maybe I do have a thing on the slippery little fuck-cunt... Oh, heh heh, even better.

CUZ HE KNOWS, he KNOWS, being in a relationship with him is the worse sentence he could have ever dreamt up even on the purest of LSD.

Warnings; Capture, restraints, (Light) non-con touching/sexual assault and heavy allusions to rape. Just because I wrote this under your ask, does not mean you have to read it if you are uncomfortable. Technically all this can be sub-categorised under Otis' name, but I want to be clear XD My head goes to a darkkk place when I write Otis, okay? I'm sorry-

The old fucker's huge hand was tight over your mouth and nose as he leant in and grinned with dirty teeth at you. "... congrats, for what its worth. Its never taken me this long to find someone. Heheh, you're a good runner, gingerbread. Too bad you're not so good at hiding."

In responce you struggle once again against the restraints keeping you down on your knees; bare skin digging into the gravel parking lot beneath you. The tag ties around your wrists keep your arms stuck painfully behind your back as well as your ankles rubbing raw against each other.

"... lemme explain to you why you don't wanna fight me, alright?... " His hand squeezes you jaw, and you just wonder why he seems in such good spirits. The last time you saw him you were in the bed of a truck racing away from his crazy ass Texas chainsaw-style and he looked about ready to rip your throat out with his gross teeth. What changed? Why is he smiling, now? "... you see, uh... oh shit, I'm a little nervous!" there is not a single sign of nervousness in his eyes; Just a cruel amusement. "Okay, here we go- I like you." Immediately you try to struggle again but his other hand clamps around your arm and holds you still- and close. "Yeah. And well I usually don't take so well to, um... you know, little fucken bitches like you gettin' away... ehhhhh, I'm mellowing out in my old age, I guess. So! Here's the deal,

"I'll play nice. You know, I wont uh... hurt you, I guess. I promise, okay? Scouts honour, or whatever. But you... you gotta play nice too, k? You gotta... " Otis eyes flicker, moving purposefully from where they had been steadfast to yours for the past few minutes... down your body. The hand on your arm moves and ever so gently his knuckles graze against your chest. You jaw would drop if it wasn't restrained. You would shiver. You would hit him. With another creepy chuckle, Otis gives a grimy smirk to you. "You gotta be realll nice, to old Otis. Yeah?

"That's the only way yer gettin' outta this alive, sweet thing. Take it or leave it; its up to you. See? I'm nice!"

Jim Bickerman x Reader-

That's okay, it doesn't need to be sexual! We also love old men XD

We have had the comedy, we have had the horror... now we get the angst and the fluff XD Here we go-

You're slowly roused from sleep by the cold, Jim assumedly hogging the blanket (Though that's not a thing he does, he usually doesn't even care about the blanket) so you sit up turn your head to look down at him; And immediately you wince.

"Oh, no... "

With his good hand clamped over his own mouth and his skin looking pale, its obvious exactly what he's dreaming about. His eyebrows are furrowed in his sleep and the lines in his forehead and the bridge of his nose are deep, his breathing is haggard and you know it has to be a nightmare.

This has happened before, ever since that trip back to Blackwater you wish he hadn't taken, and every time seems even worse then the one before. And they change him; The bags under his eyes haven't ever been deeper then they are these days; at least not as long as you've known him.

The worst part is knowing you cant wake him up, you can just be useless there beside him wondering what he's seeing. What part of him the teeth are ripping apart this time. Whether he's getting out alive, this time.

Taking a deep breath yourself, you carefully peel his fingers off his mouth so he can breath properly, holding it tight in your own hand instead. And then you just sit there, in the dark (The only light in the room being what the moon creates, coming in through the window Jim broke a couple days ago.), squeezing his hand and hoping he'll wake up soon. That he'll wake up.

When finally he lurches up beside you, breathing heavily as he wakes up and crushing your fingers so hard his knuckles go white and so do yours, you just let him calm down on his own. Just hold his hand and try to give him space while not giving him space at all; wanting him to have room, but not wanting him to feel alone. You're right here and you're not going anywhere. You feel absolutely useless, but... you're not going anywhere.

A few heavy moments pass where he just breaths, and you just watch him with worry-filled eyes, until the pulse you can feel in his wrist returns to close-to-normal, and you give his hand one final, hard squeeze before letting it go. Instead you silently enfold enfold him in your arms, him immediately dissolving into you; wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your shoulder, slowly taking some more relaxed breaths.

"Heh... not a fan of those nightmares peanut but I gotta say I like the service I get afterwards."

"... are you okay?... "

"I'm fine." He always says he's fine, but fine would mean no more nightmares. Jim says that he's fine when he has shrapnel in his knuckles, Jim said he was fine the other day after he fell off the roof- you do not trust his fine, at all. Crazy bastard that he is; His 'fine' is completely without basis in reality.

"... you're fine?" You ask, an obviously-dubious look on your face as you lean back and tilt your head at him.

Jim smirks, something you can just see in the dim-lit room. "With my flask and possibly a little under-the-covers action sweetheart I could be better then fine." The smirk transforms into a whole grin and you cant help but roll your eyes; Grinning yourself a little, despite yourself.

He's nuts, but you kinda love him for it. "How about water, and some ice cream?"

Eyes hardening, Jim gives you a 'you cant fix my liver' kind of look. You're very familiar with it; It makes you want to laugh. "How about homebrew and ice cream?- and, also, where the hell are we gettin' this ice cream from missy?? I didn't think we had any more. Either you're makin' empty promises to an old cripple with ptsd or you've been holdin' out on me."

-oh damn. Quickly you let go of him and hop outta bed. "... uh... well no we dont have ice cream... not that you know of, anyway." Avoiding eye contact, you busy yourself collecting the half-empty cups of water off of both of your night stands. "So you- uh- wanted moonshine?? Great, sounds fantastic, lets go- "

He's not to be deterred, an amused glint in his eye as he watches you. "Where are you keeping this ice cream, dumpling? I know theirs none in our freezer."

"Uhhhm... "

"Hmm?"

"... fine I have a secret mini freezer in the back. You kept stealing my Ben & Jerries, I had no other choice! Now, do you want some or not? Because if not, I'll just go eat it myself!" With that, you grab a discarded flannel off the floor for the chill and rush out of the bedroom- but its not long before you hear the sound of his prosthetic leg hit the ground.

... Its not long later after that when Jim has you backed up against the cold brick wall just outside the back door; Leant in close and with one hand and one hook on your waist. As well as a devils look in his eye that makes you grin under its scrutiny.

"I believe we made a vow, sweetheart, somethin' like what's mine is yours??... "

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Horror Villains x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Horror Villains with a sweet, sunshine incarnate S/O.

Includes: Erik Destler, Freddy Krueger, Inkubus, Mayor Buckman and Stuart Lloyd. If you see a theme… sh.

Warnings: Some references to, like, murder and stuff but that’s about it. This actually is so fluffy?? I’m sorry 😅😅😅

Erik Destler:

(Older Timeline)

Oh- boy. Erik really needs someone like this in his life. You will be saving him. He’s such a grump, and mean, and thinks the whole world is against him (Which, apparently, it is. But I guess that’s what happens when you make a deal with satan.)

Just someone who will see him, and smile because you’re happy to see him! You wanted to see him and you’re not put off by his look or his brash (mean) manner! Tell him you missed him throughout the day and he has to force himself not to run of in a dramatic flourish of cape and dust.

If you bake stuff, and you bring him some ‘just cuz’ you thought he would like it? He’s suspicious at first, wandering if you’re intending to poison him. And he says as much, not even moving to touch the cupcake you’re offering him. Yeah, for a while you’re going to be taking the first bite out of whatever it is you bring him because even after the first few times, he’s concerned that you’re only leading him into a false sense of security.

When he finally does trust you, its subtle differences that show it. He leaves the door open to his cave when he knows you’re going to stop by, he tells you not to slip when there’s a mess around (Which is, basically, always. His home is always in a state of artistic chaos) and eventually even takes you by the hand to lead you through??, he actually sits down when you’re around (No longer two seconds from attacking, or escaping), and he even s m i l e s a little bit??????????

Y/N!! Call him handsome!! He might believe it coming from you! Well, he’ll believe that you believe it. And that’s nice enough.

Of course, he spies on you during the day while you’re in the opera house. Dear god, if he hears you telling someone all about your ‘unnamed boyfriend’ and how wonderful he is, you’re gonna hear something falling and breaking behind the closest wall because he nearly had a heart attack-

Your friend: How about you? Do you have your eye on anyone, huhh?

You: Oh I actually have someone! He’s wonderful, and so talented- I wish you could hear his music, he -*Basically you just say so many many lovely things about him*

Erik, behind a wall: *Falls over*

Basically the two of your are like Dawn and the Bog King, from Strange magic XD (If they had ended up together)

Last dot point. If someone were to hurt you? Like, genuinely get you down? Make you cry in front of him???? Well he doesn’t know how to comfort you, so the best he can do is go scare the living bejesus out of that person. Or kill them.

Freddy Krueger:

Freddy has a ball with you! At first its just so much fun for him to take that light out of your eyes- conjure up dreams that are nice, and happy, and beautiful… and then tear them apart and watch your face fall. That’s fun for him. A lot, of fun.

But once you’ve actually become friends (Or more) he finds your sweet disposition to be pretty damn cute, honestly.

He especially likes how you always laugh at his stupid ass jokes! Genuinely! Because, yes- this is a person he’s needed! A captive audience, yes, he can work with this! No one appreciates his liners like you.

You get nicknames like Peaches, Sunshine, Princess (Your gender does not matter to him, you could be a big burly dude and he’ll call you Princess. You might even hate being called Princess- and it’ll just make him use it more), little angel, Rosie, any sweet food he can think of, etc.

Oh my lord, he’s constantly doing that stupid thing where he taps his cheek like ‘Gimmie a kiss?’ and then turns his head at the last minute so you get a big smooch on the mouth.  Probably with tongue. I hope you like that XD

On days where you’re down, he’s totally thrown for a loop and will do just about anything to make you smile. Dumb jokes? Presents? Affection? Compliments? Apologies??? He’s got it all in spades and he won’t leave you alone until you’re happy again. He’ll put his hat on your head, he’ll drag you in to dance with him, he’ll carve you your favourite animal out of wood.

When he’s in a mood, you’re the only one who’s safe to be around him. In fact he’ll seek you out. Wouldja give him a smile? … Please?... (I imagine his voice to crack when he uses his manner words XDD )

Of course, you will! Sit next to him and wrap yourself around his arm and chatter to him until he’s better. Make cheesy jokes (… so I went to the zoo the other day. They only had one dog. It was a Shitzu- okay I’m sorry that’s really really dumb isn’t it??! How about this- ), flick his hat up so its not covering his eyes anymore (Lemme see that handsome face, there he is!), press your forehead to his shoulder- you just show you care about the old bastard. Its novel to him, someone being so sweet to him, and he eventually calms down to his regular mood.

Also you two do this thing where you try to keep straight faces while trying to make the other laugh and you almost always lose.

Inkubus:

Oh! Yes! Dark, villainous, smooth-talking Inkubus with the sweetest S/O is totally perfect.  He thinks you’re absolutely adorable and wants to protect you from the evil of the world (Except him. His apologies, but you’re stuck with him.).

Your big happy smiles warm his black heart and ohhhh, pity the poor idiots that ever try to hurt you, make you sad, or mad. The first thing they see when they get home is his evil smile and the last thing they’ll feel is a knife in their chest as they choke on their own blood.

Not that he would tell you about what he did, he just gets home and asks you how your day was. Did anyone bother you? Also probably brings home dinner, too. He can multitask. (Puts in the order at the food place, then hops over to the assholes house to kill uhhh… some time…  before the foods ready)

Oh theirs blood under his fingernails? Don’t pay any mind to that dear.

Just… just picture it? Inkubus in his full black and grey, then there’s you beside him radiating sunlight chattering away and he’s listening intently, nodding along and occasionally asking a question.

And- he does love you. But that doesn’t mean he’s not going to mess with you, he can’t help it.

You get home one day and ask him how his day was as he gets up to make you a cup of tea after a long day, and he details a very long, terrible day of burning down orphanages and following women down dark alleyways. Then, once you’re appropriately freaked, eyes wide and mouth dropped open, he chuckles and tells you he was kidding.

Though- not entirely. He’ll mutter just loud enough for you to HEAR HIM, before asking you which mug you would prefer this evening.

Like Erik, he spies on you. What? He doesn’t have a job, he has very little to do during the day. So why not follow you to work and see what’s going on? He loves how you respond to other men flirting with you- just saying ‘thank you!’ all cheery and lovely, before swiftly walking off. He finds it so amusing, and very very cute.

He’ll let you have and/or do almost anything, honestly. You’re his sunshine. So if you wanna maybe… dress him up?? He’ll groan and sigh about it but just give him that smile and those bright eyes and he wont say no.

Mayor Buckman:

Perfect, haha XD He can be pretty cheery himself as long as things are going his way! And when they’re not, when he does that thing where he goes all dark and the whole town gets glary?? You just need to put a hand on his arm and tilt your head to the side, and ask if he’s okay? Give him a little smile, too? And he cheers right up.

Here’s the thing- Buckman is high energy. And he loves to dance with you at jubilees, pull you off to the side and twirl you. He’ll even dip you, if it’ll make you laugh. It might surprise you when he does it, too.

He’ll do a similar thing if he sees that you’re down. He’ll take your hand and lead you away carefully, like c’mon darlin just one dance… for me. Slowly he’ll guide you around and talk to you, making little jokes here and there, until you cheer up and give a laugh.

Oh- my- goodness, it stresses him out when you inevitably get along so well with Boone XDD Like- his ex-wife?? And his sweetheart??? What are they saying about me???? He’ll hang around when the two of you get to talking just to make sure nothing untoward is being said about him, and maybe to distract you if he can. Like Oh Howdy there Y/N! I need your help with something darlin far away from here right now, please come with me. Bye Boone-

(You both know exactly what he’s doing, especially when he finally gets you away and he just says he wanted some attention from you all sweet and totally fake, but it’s just too funny so you don’t really care)

He does stuff for you just to make you smile, not that its hard. But he like, brings you breakfast in bed, requests your favourite songs when there’s a band, takes you on special dates like picnics, draws you warm baths if you’re stressed or unwell, etc.

God help the poor bastard that hurts your feelings. That’s all I’m saying for that one, Buckman’s messed the fuck up and he’s not great at hiding it.

YOUR BIRTHDAY is an EVENT. Like, a town event. Literally like the guts and glory jubilee, there’s a banner, there are preparations, and he probably tries to make it a surprise but you see the towns folk setting up under the blanket of night time the evening before. The effort still, obviously, moves you though. The celebrations last the whole day, he wears your favourite colour, he’s actually glued to your side almost the whole day (Just except for when he has to make sure that something is perfect for you), and the whole thing ends with the two of you alone under the stars, away from the party.

Basically nothing is too much for his sunshine.

… Honestly Buckman’s a bit of a sugar daddy.

Stuart Lloyd:

Stuart, is not a sugar daddy XD He’s got no money, sorry XD

You are literally the only thing keeping him from depression- not to freak you out or anything. Stuart is not happy with his life, but he is amazed at you- you want to be with him? You smiling at him?? You still being there in the morning the first night you stay over at his little place??

He likes to take videos of you, whether it be on his phone or on actual video camera, or taken off video surveillance at work. You don’t really have to be doing anything partially dazzling, but he will direct you a little bit (He can’t help it. It’s his new thing.). Like, you’re just eating your breakfast and he’ll ask you to lean back so you’re not casting such a shadow on your cereal, or you’ll be sketching on the couch and he asks if you can look more serene, or you’ll just be brushing your hair and he asks if you’re happy to step more into the sunlight.

Luckily, you’re happy to play along, bat those eyelashes at the camera and flash a grin.

Both of your favourite videos, though, are the ‘bonus features’. He comes up to you and asks you some questions, and you pat the seat next to you so he’ll be in the scene too and its just the two of you chatting and you laughing and him looking fucking lucky as hell.

He watches these mundane little movies when he’s down at work and sighs- just a few more hours, then he can see you again.

You stroke his ego quite a bit haha. He absolutely loves it when you call him ‘Mr Director’, all cheeky. Or just tell him you love him, or his movies are really good, or you missed him while he was at work. Or!! You saw this thing and thought of him??? Good god, are you trying to kill him??  

Stuarts not very touchy but he likes it when you initiate! Just snuggle in next to him when he’s editing or just drinking his morning coffee and lay a blanket out over you both cuz its chilly, or give him a kiss before work, or lay your head on his shoulder when you’re sleepy. He’ll feel loved and wanted and- again- lucky.

When you’re down he doesn’t really know what to do. He tries to make jokes but he’s not super great at them, all stuttery and second guessing himself. He’ll try to show you movies that have made you smile before, but it doesn’t really work. He asks who’s at fault for this (Maybe they could be in a future movie of his?? It’s going to be a gory one, for sure) but a lot of the time its not because of someone else. He’ll put on your favourite movies and make popcorn.

When something finally works he’s so relieved to have his sweet person back, and listens intently to whatever you say.

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THOUGHT!

Inkubus Masquarade Ball Fic.

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For the fic sentence thing, I thought of these sentences for different characters (you don't have to do all of them of course, I wanted to give you a choice and also not flood your inbox more than I already have 😅 I hope that's ok. Though if it isn't, you can just ignore this)

Norman Nordstrom

He found it amusing when you, gently, ordered him to sit down while you made tonight's dinner, as if he hadn't been living on his own and caring for himself all these years.

Freddy Krueger

You were just walking down the halls of the very familiar boiler room, an amused smile on your face as you felt the air behind you shift erratically, right where you knew that Freddy was 'sneaking' behind you.

Jennifer Check

"Are you sure I need all this?" You asked as your friend added more cosmetics to the shopping basket, "I don't wear makeup that often anyway... Wait, are you using this as an excuse to shop for your own makeup?"

Inkubus

You did find him pleasant company, really! Even if he did look at you... That way... But it's not like he was anything more than a charming- albeit way too smooth- guy you knew.

Slenderman:

"You stress yourself too much." You state- not in a playful tone that would imply you had other things in mind, but a genuinely concerned and slightly frustrated tone, "C'mon, let's get a cup of tea, or take a walk through your forest. You love your forest!"

Chick Hicks (Human)

"Wow, your car is pretty impressive." You commented with a smirk, before leaning against the front of the car foxily, "Do you use it for just the races, or can you make use of it on your downtime too~?"

Randall (monster or human, you decide)

'Really? He has to bother me on my lunch break too?' You thought while rolling your eyes once Randall approached you.

Psycho Weasel (human or toon, you decide)

Everytime without fail, whenever his friends managed to 'bring' you here, those crazy eyes of his would follow your form no matter where you went.

Cruella De Vil

She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard that song- the only successful song Anita's spouse had managed to write, that was about her- and you singing along with it on the radio.

Ok I better stop here. Holy moly, it was harder than I thought to configure 1 sentence for a whole narrative XD

But anyways, even if you don't write these (which is totally fine!) I hope you at least got a kick out of these sentences ^^

These are great sentences XDD Much better then the ones I added!! 🤣🤣🤣 Thank you so much, these are fantastic prompts to work with!! I did them all- because- I couldn't resist XD

Also most of these exceed the sentence limit by one or two 😅Sorryy...

As if he hadn't been living on his own and caring for himself all these years. With Norman Nordstrom

He found it amusing when you, gently, ordered him to sit down while you made tonight's dinner, as if he hadn't been living on his own and caring for himself all these years.

So he did not sit down, he instead followed your footsteps into the kitchen- so silently, apparently, that you did not hear him. You jumped under his touch when he found you at the stove, and wrapped his arms around your middle; Tucking his chin over the top of one of and watching unseeingly, silently, over one of your shoulders.

You quickly relax under Norman's familiar, strong touch though, and feel the warm and fuzzies envelope you just like his arms that you know perfectly well could hurt you so easily- but instead make you feel safe. With a gentle smile, you just continue to cook the steaks and the broccoli, listening to the sizzling sounds with him and relaxing against his warm body until they're good and cooked, and you turn your head to whisper to him how its done and he can wait at the table if he wants.

"No," he just says, gruffly, turning stubbornly to collect plates and cutlery for the both of you. "Not leaving."

Right where you knew Freddy was 'sneaking' behind you. With Freddy Krueger

You were just walking down the halls of the very familiar boiler room, an amused smile on your face as you felt the air behind you shift erratically, right where you knew that Freddy was 'sneaking' behind you.

What is he doing??? you ask yourself, exasperated and bemused at your doofus' antics and almost tempted to ignore him- he's been hiding from you for hours, only giving you a sense that he's near every now and then to keep you on your toes as you wander the maze of a boiler room... just like this. You shouldn't turn around- you shouldn't play right into his hands- his games... but god damn it, you cant help it!!

"Fredd- oh for fucks sake, get your burnt ass outta the shadows, I am not gonna fall for this again you toothpick-fingered, melted-cheese-face looking- "You're just building up to call him a bitch, when you turn back in the direction you were walking again and come face to face with the smug, smirking bitch. It takes your breath away, surprised at the sudden appearance. "- Oh."

"Yeah,... oh."

Wait, are you using this as an excuse to shop for your own makeup? With Jennifer Check

"Are you sure I need all this?" You asked as your friend added more cosmetics to the shopping basket, "I don't wear makeup that often anyway... Wait, are you using this as an excuse to shop for your own makeup?"

"Needy, am I using this as an excuse to shop for my own makeup?" Jennifer asks, not even paying a whole lot of attention to your concerns, even as she picks up your hand and draws a cute little heart on it with a tube of tester lipstick.

Needy, the one pushing the trolley, gives a tight smile, a tired sigh, and a blunt nod to you as you stand there with your hand stuck in Jennifer's grip.. "Yeah, she is."

"... oh you bitch- You do not get to share our curly fries when we hit the food court."

Even if he did look at you... That way... With Inkubus

You did find him pleasant company, really! Even if he did look at you... That way... But it's not like he was anything more than a charming- albeit way too smooth- guy you knew.

... right?, you think, looking hopefully at the little adorable koi fish in the pond you're kneeling next to; awaiting guidance from them. "I mean- I'm too busy for a guy," You whisper this part out loud followed by a very nervous chuckle, sprinkling a few food pellets to the fish as offerings. "So... I can just ignore this- him- cant I?? Surely... "

Feeling crazy, talking to koi, you give a frustrated sigh and lay down in the grass beneath you by the pond; Closing your eyes and trying to clear your mind of thoughts... about him... him... aghhh!

Little do you know, of course, Inkubus is there right then, with you- leaning against the side of a tree just out of sight, and thinking how abominably adorable you are... thinking you could ignore him.

C'mon, let's get a cup of tea, or take a walk through your forest. with Slenderman

"You stress yourself too much." You state- not in a playful tone that would imply you had other things in mind, but a genuinely concerned and slightly frustrated tone, "C'mon, let's get a cup of tea, or take a walk through your forest. You love your forest!"

"I don't have time for a cup of tea," he snaps back, the tentacles on his back practically flying they flick around so much; The irritation clear in his body language. "I have some teenagers to kill."

"You wont kill Jeff and Liu... they're too valuable as manual labour- you need them."

"Oh no I don't- I have you."

The way your jaw absolutely drops, at that, causes Slender to stop his flicking for a moment - if only a moment, - and release a sound somewhere akin to a low, staticky, inhuman chuckle.

Foxily. With Chick Hicks This is a prequal to his section in This Smexcerpts post.

"Wow, your car is pretty impressive." You commented with a smirk, before leaning against the front of the car foxily, "Do you use it for just the races, or can you make use of it on your downtime too~?"

"I can use this whenever I want! Why, baby?" Chick swaggers up to you, setting his feet on either side of yours so his body is right up against yours and he's looking down at you; a mischievous look on the older racer's face that just matches the twinkle in yours, "Didja have an offer for me?"

You know this is probably not a good idea - Chick Hicks does not have the best reputation, and he seems to act just like how the tabloids show him, unlike the other racer's you've met today, - , that you should just finish flirting with him and leave it at that- let that be the story you tell when you're searching for bragging rights... But his warm body against yours sets you alight and you desperately want this man, now; Any way that he'll have you... take you... use you.

So, flashing a dangerous smirk, you slither your arms up over his chest to link around the nape of his neck, playing with the short, brown hair there. "Hm, no~... Do you have any for me?"

He has to bother me on my lunch break too? With Randall Boggs *Note- This one is linked up to This set of Dark Drabbles. I feel like that may be what you were going for??? I dunno, but there it is, now XDD 😅

'Really? He has to bother me on my lunch break too?' You thought while rolling your eyes once Randall approached you.

Ugh... Pouting, and feeling sick to your stomach now because he's back and he's taking your hand in his as he sits down next to you, and he's so close... you can feel his breath on your face as you huph and lower your lunch; Defeated. "Do we have to do this now?? I really wanted to enjoy this rot dog... "

He gives a chuckle, eyes flickering to the paperwork in front of you that you were gonna do while you ate- like he's entitled to know what you're up to- like you're truly in a relationship with eachother. "Sweetheart this is lunch, this is exactly when I'm gonna get cosy with you- get used to it, and maybe eat when you get home if I really turn you off your lunch... "

Eyes downcast, you cringe in on yourself, away from him. "... I want you to leave me alone, Randall... "

"That's not going to happen, doll, so keep quiet and give me a smile~ "

Those crazy eyes of his would follow your form no matter where you went. With Psycho Weasel

Every time without fail, whenever his friends managed to 'bring' you here, those crazy eyes of his would follow your form no matter where you went.

Greasy disgusted you- he would take great pleasure in being the one to hold you down while one of the others tied you up; With the canvas bag over your head you couldn't really see whoever it was touching you... but Greasy had his calling cards, including wandering hands and groping.

Smartass hurt you ears, yelling at you, and yelling at the others too.

Then Stupid was a real problem- once he got a hold of you, you were not getting away.

Wheezy stank, and if you ever got lung cancer you would blame him, but to be truthful he never really went near you- his problem was staring, those slate grey eyes would make you feel cold just feeling them on you... but still, they were nothing compared to Psycho.

He was the one you worried about, the one that caught your attention; the way he looked at you, but never ever came close to you, was different... you kind of wanted him to come near.

The only successful song Anita's spouse had managed to write, that was about her. With Cruella De Vil

She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard that song- the only successful song Anita's spouse had managed to write, that was about her- and you singing along with it on the radio.

When you turned to look over your shoulder and see Cruella standing in the kitchen doorway, the words to the song die on your tongue- your hands no longer washing dishes. Quickly though you switch that shocked look on your face in with an awkward, yet smug grin; Giving a jaunty little shrug. "Its catchy- and so true."

For a good moment, she just sneers at you; Looking like she's about to snap for your insolence in her own home... then her eyes disappear up into the back of her skull in that cool, intense way you love- quite used to your insolence (Sometimes, its a good thing after all). "Whatever- I'm just too busy to worry about the influence Rufus' dumb little tune might have right now-- Did my package arrive at all, today, or do I need to pay that postal office a visit?"

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I need to write a fic with a Historian!Reader x Inkubus who tells her he visited the library of Alexandria many times before it was burned down and she throttles him out of envy-

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I know I'm meant to be taking a big breather and I'm not gonna write (yet) but I have an idea I have to share.

So I've been watching some ___'s Got Talent (about 2 hours of it give or take), particularly the scary ones (Magicians, contortionists, illusionists, mentalists, etc.)-

And now I can't stop imagining Inkubus being a magician.

Well, not a real magician (his tricks aren't actually tricks, of course), but maybe he sometimes likes to use his abilities to do street shows! He likes the attention, the esteem, he likes that all these dumb little mortals are completely under his thumb and they don't even know the truth- that they're cheering for a devil.

It's a good use of the time on his hands, basically, of which he sometimes has too much. And who knows? He might catch a treat.

And now imagine being his assistant!

Maybe you know the truth about him and you help anyway because you don't have a choice - you're indebted to him or something. You're owned. You're his - and every teasing, knowing look and every brush of his hand makes you feel sick to your stomach. Makes you hate him more. He's charming and he's gentle with you in front of others and you likewise keep up the show, playing the dedicated magicians assistant (maybe more. You both keep the lines blurry to make your act more endearing. He gets so close to you to whisper something in your ear and he holds your hand so carefully), but as soon as the audience has dispersed the real hatred boiling in you bubbles up and he couldn't care less. You know you cant do anything, cant even attempt to escape- so say whatever you like to him, look at him as unpleasantly as you wish; you both know you're not going anywhere until he releases you.

Maybe you don't know the truth and you really are his devoted awestruck assistant. You spent your whole life obsessed with magic and illusionists and the amazing things they can make you see and believe- you count yourself lucky you found such a kind, experienced one willing to take you under his wing. You jumped hands free eyes closed when he offered you a ticket next to him. You're loyal and eager to learn (yet he never really teaches you anything?? He's always saying 'I'll teach you this one day', and you believe him, but it's been 6 months you've been travelling with him and you're still just holding his coat for him and 'looking pretty') and borderline obsessed. Anyone in the audience can see it, your eyes lighting up whenever he compliments you ('And this is Y/N, my beautiful and talented assistant, isnt she lovely?', 'Give them a twirl, darling, you look wonderful', 'Gentlemen in the crowd, you may be tempted to approach sweet Y/N after the show... I must insist you do not') and asks you to join him or offers his hand to you- and everyone can see the predatory look he watches you with.

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Alright so I saw this HC once that said sex demons might have, like, aphrodisiac spit?? Aphrodisiac cum??

And uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... yeah...

I am... having thoughts about that, now...

Like just- imagine with me, okay? Plug in your nsfw ears. its just kissing though don't worry 😅

Imagine that Inkubus hasn't even used you, yet. Hasn't even really touched you. He's taking his sweet time, like the smug gremlin that he is.

But with every kiss, his fingers gently massaging into the back of your head, the top of your neck (Its almost dangerous how he so carefully digs the tips of his fingers into your soft-skin. Your spinal cord. He could so easily hurt you and you get the feeling this man would. And could. And has- ), his beard scratching your face in a way that somehow feels nice, a very certain metallic-tasting tongue dipping into your mouth- you can feel yourself going a little more insane.

And not in the usual harmless, giddy way you feel at the start of any relationship. It genuinely feels like your mind is getting more rigid. Your inhibitions looser. Your urge to drag him closer impossibly stronger.

With every kiss you n e e d him, more.

This goes on for weeks until you feel like you'll actually die if he doesn't take you already.

And obviously- that's just kissing! Just a little spit!

The uh, other liquid- is a lot more potent.