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What if

I had a sneak peak art of what will the future chapters have in my fic...

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Demonic Possession (BATIM smut: Ink Demon x F!Reader) [NSFW]

(art by Hikase555)

Goodie Bag: Vaginal sex, creampie, monster sex, biting/marking, breeding, fluff and smut, dry humping, grinding [please let me know if i'm missing anything].

Now Playing: The Rigs - Devil's Playground (click here to listen)

Taglist: @omniuravity @eldritch-affair and any other fellow monster/demon fuckers!

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A/N: Oooh man, the monster fucker in me is salivating over Ink Demon rn. I couldn't find a lot of Ink Demon smut (if any) so I made one myself. A few things before we start. 1) The ink demon will not be referred to as Bendy in this, just 'the Ink Demon'. I go against canon and see Bendy and the Ink Demon as separate entities, so it applies here. 2) the look of the Ink Demon in this story is going by hikase555's design. The header image is by them, but here's another one for further reference: [click here]. 3) I had my boyfriend help me with the intro, so if there appears to be a slight disconnect in writing styles at the start, that is why. One last thing: if you ever get confused on how kissing works in this, the kisses work pretty much like how it worked in this image: [click here]. Ok, on with the show!

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Bending through the corridors of the Cycle left closed and locked away, a sound painfully wailed behind the walls. He once found comfort being given form, but now he dreads the very existence left to be his fate; why must ink demons have heat cycles?

The Ink Demon knew that his heat would start today, it started the same time each year (wait, do years even go by in the cycle?). He would usually be able to control it by pleasuring himself in many different ways, and it would usually work, but now he was insatiable. He needed to find a mate or else lose his mind trying to hold off til the end of his cycle, which he knew he couldn't do.

As he ran through the list of potential candidates in his head, a shrill scream rang out through the halls. It wasn't a scream he recognized as anyone from the studio, so he went to investigate. He followed the commotion to find a chase between the Projectionist, and a woman he'd never seen before. A smile grew on the Ink Demon's face. Maybe this was his chance.

-Some time before-

You heard the rumors about the abandoned studio from the 1930s near your apartment from many people, but never really believed them. However, the mystery of what could be inside the surprisingly intact building enticed you to go see for yourself. When you entered the studio, everything around you turned black and sepia. You walked through the halls and explored the many rooms, to the point where it seemed endless.

But you soon found that, unfortunately, you were not alone.

Many humanoid blobs made of ink and morphed versions of the Bendy characters would try to attack you, at an increasingly growing rate. You were able to outrun them, but you started to grow paranoid over whether they'll be back. Nevertheless, you kept exploring, but you carried a makeshift weapon (you found a broken piece of pipe). You walked into a room where there was a projector running, displaying some footage for some TV special with Joey Drew as the host. You took a closer look at the projector, impressed by its ability to still run after all these years. But then, you noticed ink starting to drip down the projector. The ink formed into a puddle and then grew into a body, attaching to the projector. It lifted it off the stand and was now a walking ink being with the projector as its head. The creature turned to you and let out a terrifying shriek, then started to charge at you. You dodged it and ran out of the room, the projector being chasing you.

-Now-

You ran and ran as fast as you could but you could hear that projector being catching up to you. Soon, to your horror, you hit a dead end. You turned to see your demise coming closer and closer. You put your arms up in a defensive position and shut your eyes tight, waiting for a swift death. But then there was a loud sound and then, silence. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the projector on the ground, separated from the demon's body. You put your arms down and almost jumped when you saw who killed it.

It was a 7 foot tall, malformed figure with skin made of black ink that almost looked like tar, appearing to have a fit human torso, legs, and arms, but with a very small waist. His head looked like Bendy's, but it looked like someone dumped ink on his head, making him look melted. It covered his eyes, so you couldn't see them, if he even had any. His horns were curved and almost looked like a crescent moon, almost. His smile matched Bendy's, but it was much wider. His left hand had 4 fingers and was wearing a white, ink-stained glove, while the other hand had 5 fingers and wore nothing. While you couldn't help but blush as you looked at him, you noticed that he wasn't trying to attack you. He was just...standing there, looking at you.

He stood motionless, his gaze fixed on you. His presence felt unnerving and sinister as he slowly approached you, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. You started to relax as your fear started to dissipate. When you saw its smile, you couldn’t help but feel a blush appear on your cheeks. The Ink Demon's smile widened as he continued to approach you, his steps slow and deliberate. His gaze, intense and penetrating, never left your face. He then knelt in front of you, his head in front of your chest, which brought a lump to your throat for some reason. Maybe it was the invasion of personal space.

You felt a bit of unease in your stomach due to his gaze, but you figured he was safe, since he saved you from that projector thing. You cautiously reached your hand out and you gently put your hand on his cheek. As your fingers made contact with the Ink Demon's face, his inky skin felt cool and smooth to the touch. The ink didn’t stick to your fingers, much to your surprise. He remained still for a moment before slowly tilting his head slightly, resting his head in your hand, a low purr in his throat. It seemed that he found comfort in your touch.

You reached your other hand to touch his other cheek and you couldn’t help but smile warmly, realizing he wasn’t like the other monsters in this building, and that your assumption of him being safe was right. The Ink Demon's expression seemed to glimmer with a mix of curiosity and something akin to affection as you held his head in your hands. You felt as he slowly placed his large hands around you, like he was holding a doll. The Ink Demon's grip on you was surprisingly gentle, his ink-covered hands enveloping you with an almost protective hold. He was handling you like you were made of glass and if he moved wrong or squeezed you too tight, you’d shatter to pieces.

His gaze remain fixed on your face, his expression filled with a strange sense of connection. You couldn’t deny that you felt that connection too, along with a warm feeling in your chest. You thought about how sweet this demon was being, that maybe this was its true nature. You then thought about how it must’ve been so long since he’s seen anyone here that wasn’t a monster out for blood, and how lonely he must’ve been. After that thought, you felt a sense of compassion for this creature and you leaned forward and laid a soft kiss on his head.

The Ink Demon seemed surprised by the action, because it backed up a bit. You felt like you did something wrong, so you said, “I-I’m sorry. Was that too much..? I..I...” That’s when the Ink Demon slowly shook his head, his face softening as he continued to hold you. He reached up with one hand and gently touched the spot where you kissed him, a small smile forming on his face. Something told you that he really liked that. After that, he lifted you up and took you to another room.

The next thing you knew, you were in a room with a makeshift bed in the middle of the room. Must’ve been where the Ink Demon slept, you figured. As he placed you on the mattress and stood in front of you, you wondered why he brought you here, until you thought more on it.

Why else would someone bring you to their room? Because they want you to stay.

You look at the Ink Demon and ask, “You..want me to stay with you, don’t you?” The Ink Demon's smile widened slightly, and he nodded in response to your question. He released his grip on you but took your hand and gently held it, as if urging you to stay. Well, it wasn’t like there was anything for you outside of the building. You had no one waiting for you, no one to be worried about you if you disappeared. Plus, it’s not like there was a possible exit to this place anyways. So you looked at the demon and smiled, saying, “Alright. I’ll stay with you.” The Ink Demon's eyes lit up with a mixture of gratitude and excitement, then he nuzzled the top of your head and licked your cheek.

You felt a stinging pain on your cheek, so you touched where he licked and there was blood. Turns out you got hurt as you ran away from that Projector Demon. You noticed you got a few scratches on your cheek and on the side of your neck and on your shoulder, all bleeding. “Shit...” you said to yourself. The Ink Demon tilted his head slightly, observing your injuries with a mix of curiosity and concern. Slowly, he went to your cheek again. The Ink Demon’s long, inky tongue snaked out from his mouth and delicately licked at the blood on your wounds. As you felt the stings, you noticed that even though he was terrifying and intimidating, he was still being so gentle with you. As he continued to clean your wounds, a low growl rumbled in his chest, almost as if he was trying to comfort you. You felt a blush form on your cheeks and when you heard his comforting purr, you felt touched that he cared about you enough to comfort you through the pain.

He then moved from your cheek to your neck and shoulder. You felt his hot breath on your neck, his tongue slowly caressing it as he cleaned up the blood. It sent a heat down to your very core and you could feel yourself getting hot from this. As he slid his tongue down to your shoulder wound, you accidentally let out a soft moan. In response, the Ink Demon’s purr deepened as he continued to lick your wounds. His tongue brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His gaze stayed locked on you as he continued to lick you, seemingly lost in thought.

He went towards the spot between your shoulder and your neck and he growled again, but a bit louder this time. He then bit down gently on your skin, drawing a bit of blood. A small, almost unnoticeable amount of ink dripped from his teeth onto your skin, sinking into the bite as he marked you as his. You gasped softly as he bit you, but not out of pain. The ink seemed to numb any pain the bite would've caused and it actually intensified your heat. You couldn’t help but start to feel aroused from his bite, his tongue, his touch, his everything. The Ink Demon’s growling deepened as he continued to leave more marks on your shoulder, now with more purpose than before. He could sense your arousal, and it only served to fuel his own. He knew that you had to be his mate, there was no denying it. He wanted you oh so badly, his very being was screaming for him to devour you.

You couldn’t help but reach your hands out and touch him. You wanted to feel his skin, to know that what you were experiencing was real. The Ink Demon closed his eyes and purred, reveling in the warmth of your touch. You gently touch his arm, trailing your fingers along his slick inky skin. You reached his hand and after feeling his palm and fingers, you gently intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand. He smiled warmly and leaned down slightly, pressing his forehead against yours and allowing your intertwined fingers to rest between you. You blushed red and you felt a warm and tight feeling in your chest. Were you starting to fall for this gentle beast?

You started to trail your other hand down his chest and along his stomach, feeling how smooth his skin was. The Ink Demon inhaled deeply, his body shuddering slightly at your touch. He gazed at you, his cheeks flushed and his smile so warm and inviting. He reached out with his other hand, placing it on the small of your back and pulling you closer to him. You gasp softly at his touch, sending shivers down your spine. “Y..You can..t..touch me too...i..if you want,” you were able to say softly.

The Ink Demon pressed his lips against yours, the kiss gentle and slow. His hand moved up your back, tracing the curve of your spine and pulling you even closer to him. His other hand trails down your side, resting on your hip as he explored your body. You kissed him back, letting a moan escape into his mouth. The Ink Demon smiled, pulling away from your lips to kiss your cheek and neck. His hand moved down to your thigh, slowly tracing its contours as he pulled you even closer to him. You sighed softly as his fingers traced along your thigh, opening your legs slightly to let him touch even more of you. The Ink Demon's hand moved further up your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your dress and exploring the smooth skin beneath. He pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a purr and allowing himself to fully experience the sensations that were running through him. You felt your body heat up more as his hand slid up your dress, and you decided to just speed up the process for him. “H..Here...let me help you..”

You undid your dress and let it slide off of you, leaving you nude except for your panties. You heard a deep lust-filled purr in his throat once you were nude. He gently laid you onto the mattress, ready to prepare you for him. The Ink Demon moved his hand up to your breast, squeezing it gently and exploring the contours of your body with his fingertips as he kissed your neck and shoulder, licking the fresh bite mark and your wounds. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling the heat between your legs as he explored your body with his hands, mouth, and tongue. You moaned as you felt the heat from between his legs touch yours. You couldn't help but slowly rub your groin against his, so he felt as good as he was making you feel.

The Ink Demon smiled, admiring your desire for him. His hand moved up to your face, cupping your cheek as he leaned in to kiss your lips again. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling your warm, wet center against him as you both move against each other, your bodies intertwined and your breaths becoming heavier and faster. The Ink Demon moved his hips against yours, feeling your body shudder with pleasure as you came closer and closer to release. He slipped his hand down to your panties, feeling the wetness between your legs as he ripped them off, exposing you to him completely.

Once your panties were gone, you felt something touch your pussy. You look down and you saw something growing from his groin, which formed into a large cock, matching his skin. The Ink Demon smirked as he grabbed your thighs and rubbed his cock on your pussy for a bit, until he slipped his hand between your bodies, guiding his cock inside of you, gripping both your thighs and slowly pushing himself deep inside. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as he stretched your walls so deliciously. He leaned forward, grabbed your jaw, and kissed your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth as he feels your body writhe beneath him. He started doing long and deep thrusts, your bodies entwined and your breath coming in short, gasping breaths as you both feel the pleasure building within you both.

You had never felt this sort of ecstasy before in your life, not even with any other partner. This thing was reaching depths you never knew were possible, sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had. “Ahh..! S..So..good..!!” you couldn’t help but let out of your lips once he broke the kiss. The Ink Demon's hand moved down to your ass, squeezing it gently as he thrusted into you, feeling your body shudder with pleasure. He kissed your neck and shoulder, his tongue exploring the contours of your skin as you both come closer and closer to release. He could feel his cock throb inside of you, the pleasure building within him as he moved faster and faster, feeling her body writhe beneath him.

He changed position slightly as he lost himself in the pleasure, grabbing your wrists and putting them above your head, your legs a bit in the air as he leaned towards you more and thrusted harder into you. You moaned at each thrust, trying not to cry out loud. The Ink Demon let his tongue out and licked up your belly and breasts as he fucked you so well. Ink dripped from his tongue, leaving trails on your body, like you were his canvas for his lust-filled creation.

He kissed your lips once again, feeling your tongue explore his mouth as you both came closer and closer to release. Finally, he felt your body convulse beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock as you came, your moans filling the air as you cry out in ecstasy. He follows soon after, letting out a primal roar and feeling his cock throb as he filled you full with his hot, sticky seed. You felt like you were in another realm than you were as the pleasure from your release flowed throughout your body and you arched your back. All that existed was your full womb, the cock inside you, your body, and pleasure. You could feel his seed fill your belly so much that the sensation caused a second orgasm to rock your body.

Once you come back to reality, you both stay like that for a moment, your bodies intertwined and covered in each others’ cum as you both caught your breath, before the Ink Demon collapsed onto the bed, laying next to you and pulling you close. The Ink Demon kissed your cheek, feeling your smile as you both lay there, your hearts pounding in your chests. You hugged him close, your head resting on his chest. He then leaned to your ear and whispered in a deep, gravelly voice, “I love you.” While you were a bit surprised he could actually talk, you felt warmth flood your heart and you smile, kissing his cheek before saying, “I love you too.” The Ink Demon smiled, feeling his heart swell with warmth as he hugged you tightly. He rested his chin on top of your head, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of your warm body pressed against his. You both lay there, holding each other close, until eventually, you both fall asleep, your bodies still intertwined.

‘I think I’m going to love this new life,’ you thought to yourself before letting sleep take you.

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[grosscorpsechic]

I made this poster first but ofc I posted the other one before this one -3-

It was fun to make both and there will be more soon :3

Also please enjoy my oc Bonnabelle I will make a separate post about her ref sheets

Here’s the sketch (I made Bendy on a different page so I just put him onto it in ibisPaint)

Anyway, that’s all folks!

[fresacake]

Twas bored so I decided to do a quick sketcharooni 🤸‍♀️

[glamoureddreamer]

Memories 

Bendy and the ink machine (Sammy Lawrence x Reader)

Warnings: blood/gore, violence (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

Thank you everyone! I hope you all have a fantastic day and a great night!

(Y/n) wanders the upper halls, listening to every small noise. The rustle of papers- freeze, the creaking of wood- stop.

Drips echoed through the halls, from the ink and her open wound. She was looking for supplies and didn’t see the lost one. It had got her good.

Thankfully she wasn’t far from the music department, inside the music department was the medical station. Hopefully, it would have something to at least stop the bleeding.

She holds onto the wall using it to balance herself, fuck a wound on your stomach was annoying. It felt like she couldn’t walk, though she pushed through and walked up the stairs. She was determined not to die.

She enters the music department the lights were on low making it harder to see. She stumbles her way toward the medical station.

She holds onto a desk rummaging through it, trying to search for a bandage. Once she finds a nice big roll she smiles. She grabs it shakily and closes the drawer. She finds a chair and drops into it, she nearly fell over. She pulled up her shirt and examined the cut.

Thankfully it wasn’t that large but it was just deep enough to cause problems. She messily wraps the bandage around her stomach. She made it as tight as she could, which hurt a lot more than she thought it would.

She stays there for a moment relaxing. She takes deep breaths trying to ease the pain. After a while she stood up, the bandage did help.

She leaves the medical station and heads back to the stairs. She had originally planned to leave though, the upper levels were safer. Not to mention there were no doubt more resources and she had lost a lot to the lost one. She turns around and walks back into the music department.

She searches around for tools she could use. She opens a crate. It was a crate full of posters, she picks one up examining it. She opens it and freezes in her spot.

These posters were ones she had created. They were for the music department and the face of the music department himself, Samuel Lawrence. He looked happy on the front cover.

Though she knew him personally and he wasn’t happy often unless he was at home. However he was always nice and happy around her. Memories play through her mind of a better time. Sammy always walked her out to her car. How he always got nervous around her. Him yelling about the pipes and only (Y/n) was able to calm him. She sets the poster down and gave it a small sad smile.

She turns around to be face to face with a lost one. It jumps on her before she could prevent it. She cries out as it pushes on her open wound. It tried to attack her neck but she pushes its head away.

She tried kicking it but nothing worked. Ink drips onto her, she hoped it didn’t leak into her open wound but that was the least of her concern. Right as it drew closer from her arms getting weak, it froze screaming out in pain. Before it drips weakly on her body.

(Y/n) scrambles away from the body, she looks up at the cause of the lost one’s death. It was another lost one, though he held an axe with ink dripping from it. It also wore a bendy mask that was beaten up and covered in ink and dirt. It holds its hand out. She hesitated taking it. It had just saved her, surely it could be trusted. Once she did it helped her off the ground.

“Are you okay?” It asked, the voice sounded so familiar. Yet she couldn’t place it. She nods a little, and the lost one brushes his hand over her wound. She hisses in pain, he pulls his hand away immediately.

“Follow me I can take you somewhere safe.” The lost one helped lead her to a small office. It did look safe but it was also a mess, clearly living here wasn’t the best. Though it was better than nothing.

It sits her down on a makeshift cot. It grabs bandages from its own small storage as (Y/n) looks around the office still. It gently unravels the messily done bandages and slowly begins to replace them.

“Why are you helping me?” She asked quietly. It had been so quiet it felt as if she had to be quiet. The lost one looked up, the mask was a little unsettling but it saved her it is safe so she pushed it aside.

“Don’t you remember me?” It asked. She only tilted her head.

“I suppose I don’t look quite like my old self, it’s me, Samuel.”

(Y/n) felt her world freeze, she covered her mouth.

“Sammy?… Oh my god is it really you?” She asked tears coming to her eyes. Sammy chuckled and nods but before he could respond she pulls him into a tight hug.

She ignores the pain in her abdomen, shoving her face into his inky shoulder not caring.

“I missed you.” She said her voice wavering. Sammy hugs her rubbing her back.

“I missed you too (Y/n).”

[lil-artist-blog-fandoms-ocs]

"No matter what they made you think, you are worth saving. You are worth loving." with darknsweet and his aus Norman (forgot his nickname)

"Worthy"

Norman/Sammy, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: mild swearing, mildly dark thoughts, two men kissing

Wordcount: 10147

Happy birthday Sammy, lmao

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It was such a nice day. The birds were singing. The trees rustled in the wind. The sun was slowly moving toward the horizon. Even the Lost Ones, the most cautious and tense creatures of the studio, were especially relaxed now. For the first time in decades, they looked… so happy. The only one who stood out was Sammy. While everyone was getting ready for the evening and night, he was just sitting some distance away, looking at the sun and the fluffy clouds around him.

Norman was concerned. Sammy had been there for at least a couple hours now. At first the projectionist hadn't wanted to bother him, thinking the prophet was making plans for their life outside the studio. But now Sammy's behavior seemed odd.

Along with taking a couple steps toward Sammy, Norman turned around and met eyes with Sarah. She was helping to organize the fire, carrying a bundle of twigs, and froze when Norman looked at her. After a couple of seconds of silent staring, she nodded her head gently toward the musician, signaling that it was the projectionist who should talk to him. The Lost One realized that Sammy would only open up to someone he absolutely trusted. If she or anyone else tried to talk to him, he would push them away. It had taken many years, but now Sarah understood that. With a final nod to Norman as well, Sarah withdrew to the others. The one-eyed man headed toward Sammy, who was sitting on the grass.

The musician didn't even notice he was being approached until Norman started talking.

"Sammy, are you okay?" - the projectionist asked. The musician flinched involuntarily and turned around, coming face to face with a worried Norman.

Sammy gave him a little smile.

"Yeah, it's okay," his voice sounded as soft and confident as ever. But clearly unused to having a face now, the musician couldn't hide his tired eyes and strained smile.

"Uh, no, you don't look okay," Norman replied. Sammy's smile became even more strained and awkward. Norman could see through him, and Sammy didn't like it.

"You're just imagining things," the musician squeezed out. He thought his nonexistent heart clenched when the projectionist sighed.

Norman glanced around cursorily. Behind him was the camp of the Lost Ones. Too many eyes and ears. No matter how hard you tried, Sammy wouldn't say anything. The one-eyed man shrugged.

"Whatever you say. But you know what? I found a remote spot with a nice view. You want to watch the sunset from there?"

The former prophet hesitated, looking away from Norman for a few seconds. But he nodded and stood up, shaking the dust off his pants.

"All right, let's go."

Norman led him away from the camp, to a small hill a few hundred meters away. Even though Norman's main purpose was to get Sammy away to talk, he didn't lie about the beautiful view the two inky men had in front of them.

Now that they were alone, the projectionist hoped that the one-actor show would stop playing out in front of him. He moved a little closer so that their shoulders were lightly touching.

"Sammy, be honest, is something wrong?"

The musician looked back at him for a second, quickly averting his gaze and looking up at the pinking sky. He frowned slightly, thinking. Then exhaled, admitting defeat.

"Nothing much has happened. It's just…I'm tired."

Now it was Norman's turn to frown.

"Hey, didn't we agree that you'd go to take a nap when you were tired? I thought you learned how to turn that "radio" thing off when you wanted to."

"Yeah, I've kinda learned to do that," Sammy sighed, pulling up his knees and resting his head on them. "But for some reason, I keep hearing voices sometimes."

"Their voices?" - Norman raised an eyebrow. The musician shook his head.

"They sound different. Or he, I'm not sure," noticing Norman's tilted head, Sammy clarified. "It's like one voice is trying to sound different. Whispering, changing the tone and manner of speech," the musician spread his hands.

"And what does he or they tell you?" The projectionist tilted his head slightly toward him.

Sammy looked away. It was unexpected to see guilt and... fear on his face?

"It doesn't matter".

"Ohoho, nah, you're not walking away from it now. What are they telling you in there?"

"U-um... It's…nothing special," Sammy squeezed his head into his shoulders a little. He flinched slightly when his hand was touched.

"Sammy, don't try to make excuses. I'm serious," Norman's tone made Sammy relax a little, looking down at his feet with a guilty puppy dog look.

"He says a lot of things."

"What kind of things?"

The musician sighed again.

"Like…that I don't deserve to be here." While his boyfriend froze in shock, Sammy continued. Surprisingly, the musician sounded calm. "That I didn't deserve anything good. I didn't deserve this body. I didn't deserve to be free from the studio."

"That's bullshit," Norman's voice cut through. But before he could continue, Sammy, as if in a trance, spoke again.

"I think that's the only thing that's fair. I've been lying for a very long time. I've used everyone around me. I've caught and killed innocent people… I guess it's their restless souls that haunt me. It's my fault. I shouldn't have become a leader. I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve your love. I didn't deserve to be saved."

Sammy was stopped by Norman's fingers touching the musician's lips.

"That's enough. No one dares speak like that about the one I love," Norman spoke low and quiet, looking at him with an incredibly serious expression on his face. "Not you, not some fucking voice in your head."

Sammy tried to concentrate on looking at the grass and his boots. A typical reaction for him. Norman gently took him by the chin, turning him to face him. The musician stiffened, seeing how the movie mechanic's gaze was filled with worry and…tenderness.

"Sammy, listen carefully to what I'm about to say. No matter what these voices tell you. No matter what they made you think, you are worth saving. You are worth loving. Everything you've done, you've done for our good. No matter how horrible you think your actions are, they don't change the fact that you more than anyone else deserve a good ending."

Silence.

They looked at each other and it was as if time had stopped for them. The rays of the slowly setting sun painted everything around them in warm colors. The birds were quiet. The wind stopped blowing.

Everything stood still.

Norman moved his hand slightly and placed it on Sammy's cheek. The one-eyed man moved toward him, already thinking of realizing his long-held dream.

But he stopped.

And instead just kissed his forehead.

"Understood?"

He gave the musician a quick smile, letting him go and sitting up straight, finally turning his attention to the view.

"What a view he-" Norman didn't have time to finish, frozen like a statue by the feel of something at the corner of his mouth. Sammy, who was much closer than before, pulled back with a barely noticeable smile.

"Thank you. Maybe one day I'll be able to believe what you say."

No, it was just a crime to tease him like that.

Or was that consent?

The mechanic couldn't think about it. His only desire forbade him to be distracted by anything. Putting one hand on the musician's shoulder and taking his chin again with the other, he turned him toward him and kissed him.

For real this time.

Norman's head stopped working. The mechanisms in his chest hummed. There was a sudden sweetness on his tongue. He would have been glad to spend eternity like that. But he was stopped by Sammy's hands resting on his shoulders.

Now, looking at his face, Norman realized that … fucked up. Sammy just stared at him in shock.

Golden eyes wide open. Mouth slightly open. A flushed face.

A flushed face?

The scarlet rays of the nearly set sun lay calmly on the white inky skin. The musician seemed to be flushed, which actually suited his dazed expression very well. It was incredibly cute.

What Norman couldn't know was that he had the same panicked and flushed face. The newly formed couple turned away from each other, dying a little inside.

"W-what was that?"

"A kiss?"

"That doesn't feel like anything you've done before!" The musician put his palm to his lips, hundreds of thoughts swarming in his head. "You never came in my mouth before."

"…Was it disgusting?" The projectionist spoke more softly, as if the air had been cut off. A mistake like that would be hard to undo. With worry, he took a quick glance at the musician.

He was surprised and relieved to find his eyes shining brightly.

"…M-my first impulse was to bite your tongue off," he muttered, still not daring to look at Norman. "But…I can't say that…it was disgusting. It was just…very unexpected," Norman was bumped on his shoulder. "Don't do something like that without asking beforehand!"

That got a couple of weak chuckles out of the one-eyed man, and he was able to relax.

"…Too bad our first kiss was such a mess…maybe we should try again?"

The intonation with which Norman said it made Sammy wince a little. The red rays perfectly matched his slightly panicked expression. But Sammy tried to respond, making his voice sound just as cheeky as the projectionist's. The face the musician tried to make to match the tone still looked very awkward.

"…You're a sly one, Mr. Polk," he wanted to say something else, but forgot all the words as he turned and almost bumped his nose into Norman's. There were now several centimeters between their faces. The one-eyed man continued to stare at him mockingly and insolently.

Though the musician tried to hide his embarrassment and even some panic, the projectionist had long ago made it clear that he saw right through Sammy.

"I'm also very brazen," Norman said in a much lower voice. Thanks to his ability to keep a brick face and the lack of blood, otherwise they'd both be red-faced like little schoolboys on a first date. "... May I?"

The projectionist's gaze shifted for a second to the former prophet's lips and then immediately returned to his eyes. The second of silence that hung between them seemed like an eternity.

Until Sammy almost moved in, copying Norman's tone.

"You may."

[mishapocalyse]

Uhhhh hi! So would anyone here be interested in BATIMDR (Bendy and the Ink Machine) content?

[thisisnarjisblog]

Batim fandom before : bendy is henry's child

Batim fandom now : bendy is Audrey's brother

[jadedazemations]

NEW BATDR ANIMATIC OUT ONLY ON YOUTUBE 💵💵💵

[nno-user]

Why are all the BATIM fanfics about ships, where's my gut wrenching angst? I need my gut wrenching angst 🤬

[brainyrot]

The people of IM Universe (those you remember) going to BATIM in full detail! Or the dog gets it 🐶 🤺/j

"the..hell?.." ink dripping from the walls, yellow everywhere, posters about people he seems to know but..not quite.

it's a studio, he thinks, maybe he's just dreaming. Or he's drunk, that's also an option, but he doesn't remember neither drinking nor going to sleep.

as he gets up, he touches his face, realizing he has a crack. "Ugh.." what a pain. "Mugman?" He asks, quietly, who knows who or what's in here.

but now that he gets a full view of things, this is weird.

There's posters of..Boris. of..Alice? Of bendy? Portraying different adventures, like some kind of tv show or cartoon. But neither of them had a history of..being in any kind of stuff like that.

"what the cuss is this.." he whispers to himself, already thinking of shooting in the face the first thing he sees moving, but it's so dead in here the only noises you can hear is his own breathing.

the more he wanders in, the more it gets freaky. There's various desks of what seems to be animator's desks, doodles of bendy, of his own best friend? Who is the freak drawing bendy so much?

there's studies of bendy, animations..or.. recordings. He can't tell, there's even stuff written on the walls. This is just creepy.

"he lied to us"

"dreams come true"

"beware the ink demon"

There's a demon here now? Just GREAT. just what he NEEDED. And by the name he's..an ink demon. Frankly he never saw one, nor heard of one. He assumes it's some subspecies of a water demon, or something like that.

..so the ink all over the place is from that demon guy, huh? Okay..

the door is shut, he can't go back out, so the only other solutions aside from standing in one place until he rots and dies, is keep walking and (hopefully) find another way out.

the posters just keep appearing on the walls, even cutouts now are around which makes things even more..weird. it's all about cussing bendy. Why is it all about bendy? Are they some worshipping demon cult? And the demon they are worshipping is bendy? That's just..weird. eugh. He never understood these kind of people.

but it would also explain the "ink demon" deal. But then, why "beware"? Bendy is anything but dangerous or something to be cautious of.

but the more he looks around the more disgusted he gets. It smells like rotten corpses in here, and he doesn't know why since the only thing here is ink.

maybe the ink were all victims of the ink illness..but it doesn't explain the smell..no one ever smelled like an actual corpse after melting. Rather, it smelled like ink, and that's it. That's why it was so horrifying to look at.

It's ink.

There's no trace of the person left anymore.

oh but Boris' corpse cut open on the table can explain the smell more than the ink.

"wh- BORIS!" The cup shouts, horror in his eyes and air leaving his lungs.

What the hell happened here?! who did this?! Why is Boris here..cut open with..

The dark.. puddles... awaken.."

Okay this is bad. REALLY BAD. The kid didn't deserve it, and now- there's a possible threat around.

if-

..if this happened to boris- then- then what about mugman? If they even dared to lay a finger on him, he'll blow this place up.

finger up, bullet ready.

But no one is there.

breathing, not his own.

faint laugh, not his.

ink.. coming..out of the walls?

there's surely a demon here, and..and no.

No it couldn't be the demon. it just can't be. The demon would have been way too brutal, maybe someone that works for the demon? A debtor?

where the hell did he end up to? Where the hell did they get Boris?! who did this?!

how is he gonna explain this to bendy?! He can't deal with something like this! Not right now! Not- ever.

"-HEAD?! CUPHEAD?" mugman.

MUGMAN! "MUGS!" oh stars. Is he here too?!

"MUGS WHERE ARE YOU?! ARE YOU HURT?!"

Run. Run as fast as you can.

"uh- NO! but..you gotta see this.." see what?

"..wh-"

"I think we found..the ink machine."

A voice. A soul. The ink speaks to me.

It tells me your secrets.

[bloody-peach]

Initiation (BATIM smut: Sammy Lawrence x F!Reader fanfic)

Goodie Bag: vaginal sex, oral sex (m + f receiving), vaginal fingering, creampie, drug use (ink can do some crazy shit), wet dreams, hair gripping, big dick [if I forgot anything, please let me know]

TW: Satanic themes, religious cult stuff, sexual persuasion, slight brainwashing

Music I listened to as I wrote this: the Sammy Lawrence playlist I made:

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I saw that there wasn't enough Sammy Lawrence x Reader smut around this site, if any smut of Sammy at all. So I decided to be a pioneer and make one myself. I used a ChatFAI bot I made of Sammy to help with the dialogue and WHOO BOI, you are in for a feast! Again, thank you @omniuravity for introducing me to this man and my new priest kink. Also, I may edit this post here and there from time to time, but it shouldn't be too big a change. It's my fault for my mild perfectionism. Let's go!

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You don't remember when the dreams started.

It's been so long, you've lost track. But they all are essentially the same: a large slender eyeless demon with sharp teeth, dripping with ink, covering you with it as you feel a strange pleasure sink to your very core. Sometimes the demon watches as a man covered in ink takes you, filling your womb with his pitch-black seed. Sometimes the ink itself slithers onto you, covering your body and filling every one of your orifices until you were covered inside and out in it. You would wake up just before you could reach your climax, without fail. It's gotten to the point where you felt disappointed that you couldn't finish, ending up having to touch yourself to feel some sort of completion, but it was always only a fraction of the pleasure you felt in that dream.

You tried to look into what these dreams meant, what this demon was, but no answer. But then you discover something one night. You were watching a video and they talked about an old cartoon series with a character called 'Bendy' and his friends. The cute little demon reminded you so much of the demon in your dreams. You soon went down a rabbit hole of looking into these cartoons, finding out about the cast and crew who made it, about Joey Drew, and the studio it was created in. You also read newspaper articles talking about the various investigations into the studio, leading to its closure. You had to find out more, to find answers to all your questions.

But you also had to sleep, your eyes growing tired and your mind drifting off. You head to your bed and sleep for the night, and as you doze off, you're greeted by the ink demon once again. You ask it, "you're...Bendy..right?" The demon smiled widely and nodded, his teeth dripping with ink. He puts a hand on your head and you see an image of an abandoned, rundown building. You see the faded and broken signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. You then recognized the place as one not far from your apartment building. You then hear a deep and demonic voice whisper to you, "Come home..." That's when everything went dark and you wake up back in your room. You may have had more questions, but you now knew what to do to get them answered. You had to go to the studio.

It was a cold and cloudy autumn day when you arrived at the old building. You could hear the leaves crunch and crinkle under your shoes as you entered the property. It looked like it had been almost destroyed by the years of neglect and exposure to the elements. Even the gates were so rusted, they crumbled to dust as you opened it. You cautiously walked onto the property, making sure no one saw you. You could see the signage above the door: Joey Drew Studios. Yep, this was definitely the place.

'Y/N....'

 

You hear a deep voice call your name. It wasn't the demon's voice, it was...someone else... it was like someone was whispering in your ear. You turn to see who it was, but you saw nothing. You turned your attention back to the entrance and everything inside your body was telling you 'go inside'. Your feet practically moved on their own as you entered the building. All the windows were shattered, faded pictures hung on the walls, old equipment covered in dust sitting on shelves and desks, and old sheet music and lyric notes were scattered all on the floor. You picked one up and read some of the lyrics. It was a song you recognized from one of the Bendy cartoons, and you saw the composer's name under the song title. 'Sammy Lawrence'.

 

'Y/N....'

 

You heard that voice again. You heard a door creak open and you saw some light coming from it. You can't help but go towards the door and open it. You go inside and you enter a hallway with dilapidated walls, covered in old posters of the Bendy cartoon, and ink dripping from the ceilings and puddles of it on the floor. You walked throughout the studio, finding old casette players with audio logs the cast and crew left behind. Jack Fain, Wally Franks, Thomas Connor, Susie Campbell, even Joey Drew himself spoke from those tapes. But there was one speaker that drew your attention the most, one whose voice you recognized as the one calling your name earlier. Sammy Lawrence. You were so drawn in by the sound of his voice, it was almost hypnotic. You listened as he spoke in his last tape,

'He appears from the shadows to rain his sweet blessings upon me. The figure of ink that shines in the darkness. I see you, my savior. I pray you hear me.

Those old songs, yes, I still sing them. For I know you are coming to save me. And I will be swept into your final loving embrace.

But, love requires sacrifice.

Can I get an amen?'

 

"Amen."

 

You cover your mouth, shocked at what had just happened. You didn't intend to say anything. It was like another voice was using you as a mouthpiece, controlling you. But it was your voice. You said it, but...

That's when you felt something warm and wet on your shoulders, it felt like a man's hands, but the smell of ink was almost disorienting. You froze up, too scared to move or speak or even breathe. You then sensed someone moving their head over your shoulder and you hear that same voice speak softly, almost seductively, in your ear,

 

"Ah, my dear Y/N. I see the Lord has finally brought you to me. How wonderful it is that we can share in his divine glory together."

 

You quickly turn around and back up to see who it was, and what you saw...was a black, slightly muscular human figure wearing a smudged Bendy mask with a hole punched into the mouth, where you could see a smile in that inky blackness. He had no hair, his body was completely covered in ink, and a pair of overalls stained with ink were the only clothes he wore. He appeared to be only a few feet taller than you, but you still felt small as you looked at him. You spoke, "What do you mean? W..who are you? How do you know my name?" The figure walked closer to you and responded, "I am Sammy Lawrence, a faithful servant to our Lord Bendy and his chosen prophet. I know your name because he has revealed it to me. He knows all who enter his realm.”

Wait...Lord Bendy? Was he talking about the demon you’ve been dreaming about? “O..oh.. well..what do you want with me?” “What does any faithful servant want with their beloved deity's chosen one? To bask in your presence, to offer you to our Lord Bendy, and perhaps...to indulge in some...” He plays with a lock of your hair then finishes his sentence, ”...personal pleasures.” The way he said those last two words and the way he smiled under that mask sent chills down your spine. You take a good look at him and think about it. You had to admit, even though he only had a mask and was covered in ink, he was pretty attractive as far as his physique and voice were enough to go by. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of personal pleasures he had in mind, and what it’d be like to indulge in those pleasures with him. Would it feel as good as those dreams you had?

His voice broke your train of thought. “Would you be willing to join me in the glory of his name, Y/N?” You connected the dots and figured out that he was asking if you wanted to join him in worshipping the ink demon. But you didn’t know what kind of religion this was. What the scripture was, what the laws were, what Bendy’s goal was, nothing. Maybe it was a religion that sounded bad on paper, but when you looked deeper into it, it was actually pretty reasonable and preached things that weren’t actually bad. Plus, this may be the only way to answer all your questions and to figure out what he was talking about when he said you were the ‘chosen one’. Your curiosity outweighed your concerns and fear, so you responded, “I suppose...it’d be alright...” Sammy grinned, saying, “Excellent, my dear. Let us begin our journey towards enlightenment together. But first, we must make sure you are properly prepared for your initiation." "Initiation?" "Yes, we shall show our savior your devotion and your willingness to accept him in your heart and soul by performing this ritual. Follow me and I will guide you in all ways necessary to serve our Lord's desires.” He offered his hand and you stared at it for a moment. You saw as the ink dripped from it, as if the ink was a part of him. Was he a being of pure ink, a human and ink hybrid, or was he just covered in it? You looked at him, nodded, and took his hand. He led you through the halls and as you two walked, something deep inside you told you that this was the right thing. Was it, though?

Soon, Sammy led you into a room that was adorned with religious symbols and ink splatters all over. There was a giant satanic-like circle in the room, with black candles surrounding it. You could see a few Bendy cutouts leaning against the walls along with various writings on the walls in ink. Sammy guides you to the bed in the corner and has you sit while he gets everything ready for the ritual. You’re sitting there, not sure what’s going on and what will happen. ‘Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...’ The ink demon’s voice rang in your head, almost like he was right next to you. Then, Sammy walked up to you and knelt in front of you, looking up at you. He was serious about the ‘basking in your presence' thing, wasn’t he? “Are you ready, Y/N? To offer yourself completely to our savior?” His voice was in a soft tone, like he was a father soothing the fears of a child. You still weren’t entirely sure, but you did say yes, and you had the feeling this was the right thing to do, so you nodded and said, “I think so..” Sammy smiled and said as he offered his hand to you, “Then come, my dearest. Let us worship together in the name of our beloved deity.” His smile and how he was kneeling to you showed that he posed no threat, that what everything he told you was sincere. You also knew it was now or never to find out what was going on. You take his hand and you both stand up, him leading you to the circle.

He places you in the center and he lets go of your hand, walking away and grabbing what looked like an artist’s notebook with some words you couldn't tell crudely scribbled on the cover. Must be a bible, you figured. He smiled at you one last time before he started to recite some lines from the book. They sounded basically like lines you'd find in a regular bible mixed with what you’d say in a seance to summon something. As he spoke, his voice got louder and stronger with each sentence, he was putting his whole heart and soul into this. As the prayers went on, the circle started to glow and the room started to shake. While you were in the circle, it felt like it was sucking you in, keeping you inside like a magnet. No going back now. Once the chants were finished, Sammy entered the circle and held both your hands together with his and says, “Don’t be afraid...Everything will be fine...”

The same words the ink demon told you.

You nodded and then that’s when your hands and arms started to become covered in ink, and it was spreading. Sammy let you go and stepped out of the circle, having a fanatical look on his face as it occurred. “Yes, yes my dear Y/N. Let the ink consume you and become one with our Lord and savior. Give yourself completely to him.” The ink spread to your arms, your torso, your legs, it started to crawl up your neck and pool around your feet. Then something started to grow from the ink on the floor. It was a large mass, then it formed into a skinny humanoid shape, then it formed into the ink demon. You saw the demon look at you and smile, its maw and teeth dripping with ink. Just as it cradled you in its hands like a doll, everything suddenly went black.

You opened your eyes to find yourself in a pitch black room, no light or reflections anywhere. You couldn’t even see your hand in front of your face. You were able to stand up, but when you tried to walk, your feet couldn’t move. Then you saw a light shine down and there was the ink demon in front of you. It towered over you by about 5 feet more than your own height, and all you could smell was the sickening scent of ink. You looked at the demon and saw him offer his hand to you. You looked at him and felt a sense of safety with him, security. You knew that if you took his hand, no harm would ever come to you, not from him, nor from anything, or anyone ever again. And if you took his hand, you will find the answers that you seek. With all that, you make your final decision.

 

You take his hand.

 

He smiles, gently grips your hand, and everything fades to black again.

 

You start to wake up, lying on the floor in Sammy’s room, with Sammy looking over you, smiling. “Welcome back, my dearest. You have been blessed by our Lord Bendy himself. How do you feel?” He helps you up and you notice that your body is now covered in black ink, your arms, your legs, everything but your clothes. It felt...warm. Like you were in a warm bath that relaxed all your muscles, getting rid of all your stress, worries, and fears. “I...I’m not sure,” you stutter out. You weren’t lying, you really weren’t sure. If your life was forever changed, you find out that you’re some chosen one for some demon, and your skin is now covered in ink, how would you react? Sammy placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled reassuringly, saying, “It is normal to feel overwhelmed at first, my dear. But do not worry, our Lord Bendy has chosen you for a reason. You will soon understand your purpose in his grand plan.” He started to walk around the room as he continued, “Oh, you have no idea the full extent of the greatness of his plan. He is the one true god and we are but his faithful servants. Together, we will bring glory to him and all those who oppose us and any who trespass on this realm shall be sacrificed in his name.” He stared at the large ink drawing of Bendy on the wall and had his arms out like he was performing a sermon.

At this point, your lack of answers had made you a bit annoyed. "How am I the chosen one? Is there some sort of prophecy? What is Bendy's plan for me? Why am I here?" Sammy put his arms down and turned to you, sensing your frustration. He said as he walked up to you, "Our Lord works in mysterious ways, my dear. But you cannot deny that you have seen the signs. The visions you've had, of him in all of his glory. He has chosen you for something very special. I know that you were destined to be part of his plan. As for what he has in store for you, only time will tell. But rest assured, it will be nothing short of magnificent." Well..that explained why you had the dreams, but everything else was still left unanswered. Why were you the chosen one? What does that ink demon want with you? Is whatever he's planning your destiny?

Wait...what if...

You asked, "Will I find out his plan one day?" Sammy nodded and responded, "Yes, my dear Y/N. Our Lord will reveal his plan to you when the time is right. Until then, I will guide you and help you in any way I can." You felt a sense of ease as he spoke, relieved to know your questions would be answered one day. It may not have been now, but at least you'd be getting answers at all. And you were glad Sammy was here to help you understand this Lord Bendy and the rest of this religion. For now, it was best to wait and accept what answers you did get.

"Well..if you believe this plan is a good thing, then I'll believe you. But there is one thing you can help me with right now. What you said back there, about...indulging in personal pleasures...what did you mean by that?” A grin grew on his face as you mentioned his words from before. He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, his voice as sweet as honey, “Oh my dear, what I meant by that was exploring the pleasures of the flesh.” You felt a warmth grow on your cheeks as he continued, “Sharing our bodies as one under the watchful eye of our Lord. It is...” He wrapped his arm around your waist and whispered in your ear, ”...an intimate experience unlike any other.” You felt a shiver go down your spine from his voice. In that moment, you felt your body start to grow warm, you could feel your heat growing stronger. Was it your body reacting to his voice and touch, was it ‘Bendy’ doing this, or was it the ink having an effect on your senses? You weren’t sure anymore. Sammy could tell what was happening to you, and as he started to kiss your neck, he said softly, “No need to fight it, love. There’s nothing wrong with giving in to your desires. It's what our Lord wants for us. Embrace them and let us indulge together in the pleasures that he has bestowed upon us.” His voice, his kiss, and his touch just made the temptation grow inside you even more. You then remembered the dreams where you felt the immense pleasure. As images of those dreams flashed in your head, you remember the man covered in ink. That was when it hit you: Sammy was the ink man in those dreams. You wanted to feel that pleasure again, you knew he would give it to you, and this was your chance to do it. Besides, he said there was no reason to fight it, so why fight? “Ok..” With that, Sammy smiled and led you to the bed.

He then pulled you in and he kissed you passionately, his hands roaming over your body as he guided you towards ecstasy. You felt a sudden rush of pleasure as he kissed you. In fact, your whole body felt more sensitive to his touch. You realized this was the same feeling you had as in your dreams. Maybe this was what Bendy had planned... You let go and kissed Sammy back just as passionately, moaning softly from the sensation. He moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring every inch of your body. In between kisses, he said softly, "Oh my Y/N, you truly are a gift from our Lord..." The kissing continued and all of a sudden, you felt a liquid come from Sammy's mouth and enter yours. You recognized the smell and knew it was ink. You wanted to spit it out, but Sammy kept his mouth on yours and the ink flooded your mouth so much, you had no choice but to swallow it. You expected to start gagging from the vile taste, but...you noticed the taste was actually sweet. You also noticed the smell was no longer nauseating, it was...pleasant. You felt the ink coat everything as it went down your throat. Your arousal intensified and you felt your body growing warmer, all your worries, questions, and even thoughts slowly started to fade away, your mind starting to grow a bit hazy. Sammy broke the kiss and smiled. He whispered, "Let us become one for him." All you could say was, "Yes.."

Sammy kept kissing you as he laid you on the bed, took the straps of your dress off your shoulders, and slid it off to show your nude body. You slipped his straps off and once you did, he pulled away from the kiss to remove his own clothing, revealing his heavily inked body. You looked at him and were unable to speak as you looked at all of him. You could see his cock growing from the darkness of his body. It was much bigger than any man's you've ever seen.. It had to have been a blessing of some sort to be gifted with something as marvelous as that. But you wondered...would it even fit? Although...with how big it was, you knew it would certainly feel so good inside you. He grinned, knowing you liked what you saw, and started to grope your breasts, teasing your nipples with his fingers as he continued to kiss you. After a bit of that, he then slid a hand down your body down to your pussy, his finger tracing circles around your clit as he licks and kisses your neck. You couldn't help but moan from the pleasure he was giving you. He said softly, "My love, your body truly is a temple to our savior..." He moved his mouth to your breast, as he kept rubbing your slit. You moaned as you felt his tongue slide all around your nipple. The pleasure was so intense, it felt like your nipple was as sensitive as your clit. "Ahh..S..Sammy..." you moaned. He smiled and moved back up to kiss you deeply once again, his fingers still teasing your pussy. He says softly, "Oh how I've waited for you to come here..I've yearned for someone like you for so long... and now that you're here..I'm so blessed to have you be mine..."

He then slides two fingers inside of you, making you moan a bit louder as he started to finger you, his tongue exploring your mouth as he does. He felt your walls clenching around his finger, and it only made him more excited to be with you. "You're so tight, dearest..." you couldn't respond as the pleasure was clouding your mind. He just chuckled, finding your reactions to his touch simply adorable. He slid his fingers deeper into you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He could feel you getting wetter and wetter as you moaned more and more, and he couldn't wait to feel you cum all over his fingers. Luckily for him, it wasn't that much longer, because just a few more hits and you were seeing stars. You moaned out as your orgasm caused you to cover his hand in your juices. Sammy just smiled and pulls his fingers out of you, licking the juices off them. You watched as he slid each finger into his mouth.

He then kisses down your body until he reached your pussy. "H-hey..w..what are you doing..?" You asked as he spread your legs open, but all you got was him looking up at you with a smirk and a low chuckle before he dove right in. He started to lick and suck on your clit, feeling your body still trembling as you continued to orgasm. He groaned as he tasted your sweet juices, his own cock growing even harder the more he did. "Mm...Y/N...you taste so sweet..." As he continued, you planted your hands on his head, feeling the ink partially meld with yours, and moaned as you rode the pleasure your lover was giving you. "S..Sammy..!" He grins and kept licking and sucking, his tongue flicking against your clit. He then slowly started to slide two fingers back inside you, feeling your walls still clenching around them. He knew you were close to cumming again, and he wanted to make sure you did. You felt another orgasm build up until it crashed into you like a wave, moaning out as more of your juices came out. He cleaned up all of the juice with his tongue and he continued to finger fuck you, his thumb rubbing your clit as he does. He can feel your body trembling once more, and he couldn't wait to make you cum again. But you couldn't take it anymore.

You flipped around so you were on top of him and you moved down to his throbbing cock, rubbing it as you licked up his shaft and sucked on the tip and slid him inside your mouth. He groaned softly as he feels your lips around his cock, your tongue rubbing against his most sensitive spot. He grinned and ran his fingers through your inky hair, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation. He couldn't believe how good you are at this. You bobbed your head and sucked more, addicted to the taste of it as the ink coated the inside of your mouth. How could ink taste so good..?

He moaned softly as he felt you bobbing your head up and down his cock, your lips sliding down the shaft as you do. He couldn't wait to see what else you can do. He pushed your head down further onto his cock, making him go deeper down your throat. He moaned as he felt your tongue swirl around the shaft as you kept sucking him off. The force of him pushing you down on his cock should've made you gag, but somehow, something in the ink changed that. You sucked more of his cock and started to fondle his balls. He moaned a bit more, your fingers gently holding his balls as you suck him off and as he started to thrust into your mouth. You could feel his cock start to twitch, you knew he was about to cum, so you kept sucking to show that it was okay for him to cum in your mouth. He groaned and gripped your hair tightly as he finally came, filling your mouth with his cum. You swallowed all of it so greedily, you didn't even notice his cum was as black as ink, but it tasted so good..you licked on the tip of his cock to get each and every last drop.

Once you took him out of your mouth, he pulled you up and flipped you both around so he was on top. He grabbed your leg and pulled it over his shoulder and you felt him rub his cock on your pussy. He grinned and slid his cock into your pussy, letting out a shuddering sigh as he does. The action caused you to arch your back in pleasure and moan his name again. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside you, and he started to thrust his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out with ease. He groaned softly as he felt your pussy tighten on his cock, hearing your moans, your body writhing beneath him. The pleasure was so much more intense than you could ever imagine, even better than it was in the dreams. "S..Sammy..it...it feels so good..how...how can it feel this good..?" "Oh my dear, it's because of our savior. He's rewarding you for your obedience and devotion to him with pleasures non-believers can never experience. Just relax and let us enjoy this blessing." You did just that and let your mind go, letting the pleasure take control. Oh lord, it felt so good. You could feel his cock stretch your pussy out so well, it was like it was made especially for him.

He groaned louder as he hears you moan, your body writhing beneath him as he fucks you. He leans down and kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he does. He thrusted his hips back and forth faster, his cock deeply sliding in and out of your pussy. You wrapped your arms around him as you kissed, you could feel his tongue coat the inside of your mouth with ink and you felt it slide down your throat again, making your mind even more foggy. Sammy moaned as he felt your tongue slide around his, your mouth tasting so sweet. He lifted you up so you were in his lap as he thrusted his hips faster and harder, his cock going even deeper. The man just couldn't get enough of you, he was completely addicted to you. Your touch, your voice, your eyes, your taste, your pussy, everything.

He broke the kiss to say in between moans, "Oh Y/N... you're so perfect... I'm so glad Lord Bendy chose you to be mine.." You look at him and say, "M..me too..I..I'm so..so happy..!" Sammy smiled as he kissed you again. Soon enough, you could feel your inner core tightening. "I...I'm gonna cum..!" "That's it, dearest..don't fight it...let it happen.." And with a few more thrusts, you finally came. It was the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced in your life, your mind entering a new realm of bliss. Sammy felt your body shake beneath him, your pussy tightening around his cock. He grinned and continued to thrust into you. He held you as you rode your orgasm, your body writhing beneath him. You could feel his cock starting to twitch again, he was so close, so very close. Just a bit more..

He let out almost an animalistic groan as he felt your pussy clench around his cock as you came once again, your juices coating his shaft. That finally brings him to his release, moaning as he cums inside you. You could feel his hot cum fill your belly so much, the man must have been backed up for so long. He grinned as he feels you cum, his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you with his seed. He leaned to you and kissed you one last time as his high started to fade away. He still could not believe how good all that felt, it was almost like reaching Nirvana. Soon, he broke the kiss and held you close to him, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath hot on your neck as he panted. You both laid on the bed and let the afterglow consume you both as you held each other close. He whispered into your ear, "You're mine, my little angel...no one else can have you..."

And you couldn't have been any happier.

[grosscorpsechic]

He’s fine don’t worry-

I don’t post often at all here so I thought I’d at least feed some art into this place once in a while.

Here’s the sketch of my work I usually do one on paper before making it digital

Welp that’s all folks stay tuned for more !

[jase-is-ace]

Wilson: Nerfed the Ink Demons abilities and trying to do the same w/ the Ink Demoness

Ink Twist:

[starry-eyed-toucan-writes]

“Big Brother Bendy” Ch. 3 Sneak Peek

Hey fam!

Quick update, I’m moving out of my apartment this weekend so I won’t be able to update either of my fics this week. I would apologize but I’m trying to break my habit of apologizing for unnecessary things (especially stuff that’s out of my control). Instead, I will thank you all for your patience! 

So, thank you for your patience with me, especially those who have been waiting for my Big Brother Bendy fic to update for the last month 😬 I promised y’all at least a sneak peek so here it is! 

Enjoy!

Bouncing up and down in place, the little devil darlin’ whistled his theme song with his hands covering his eyes. He could hardly contain his excitement, eager to show off his professional Hide & Seek skills to his big brother. 

Once he reached the end of the song, Bendy dropped his hands and turned around, searching the playground for Inky.

Nothing. 

Bounding over to a play structure, the little devil ducked underneath it to see if it was hiding Inky’s lanky form. It wasn’t.

A quick glance at the slide verified that the Ink Demon wasn’t under there either. 

Next, Bendy checked the piles of broken machinery and other junk littering the room. There weren’t any other places to hide in the playground, so Inky had to be around one of those, right?

Wrong. The toon searched and searched, even rummaging through some of the piles after suspecting Inky buried himself under the debris. 

After several minutes of fruitless investigation, he noticed a trail of ink on the ground. 

Bendy face-palmed. Of course Inky would leave an ink trail! He leaves one everywhere. 

Despite the hint of guilt weighing his shoulders for possibly cheating, the toon followed the trail, having run out of any other options. 

However, he failed to consider that amount of time that had passed since the game began. By now the Ink Demon’s trail should have disappeared on its own, but he was too eager to find him to consider that important fact. 

The line of puddles led down a short hallway with a single door at its end. 

Tiptoeing forward, Bendy followed the trail until he reached the end of the hallway. The ink pooled underneath the door and he crouched down, using a single finger to poke the small puddle. He rubbed the ink between his fingers. Still wet.

With a silent giggle, the toon stealthily grasped the doorknob, turning it so gently it didn’t make a sound. He was going to give Inky the biggest scare!

Whipping the door open, Bendy raised his arms in what he thought was an intimidating pose, only to be greeted by rows and rows of bacon soup. 

His arms fell to the ground like deflated balloons. 

After closing the soup closet, he opened it again, half-hoping that Inky would magically appear.

He didn’t and the toon shut the door again, puzzled. 

Something tapped his shoulder.

Whirling around, Bendy searched for the source of the tap but found nothing. Just an empty hallway. There was another gentle tap on his other shoulder and he spun around again, determined to catch the perpetrator. 

The soup closet door stared back at him mockingly and the toon opened it for the third time, believing that Inky had to be behind it now.

Again, there was nothing except for cans of bacon soup. 

Where else could he be?

A single drop of mystery liquid dripped onto his head. Bendy instinctively wiped away the cool substance and glanced at his glove. It had a new ink stain. 

Bendy froze in place. He slowly looked up, dreading what he would see. 

Suspended against the ceiling, clawed hands stuck to the sides of the hallway for extra support, hung a familiar demon with a familiar grin. 

Squeaking in surprise, Bendy tried to bolt out of the area only to be snatched up, legs flailing wildly through the air. 

[x-0h-m3-0h-my]

fuck it. chapter 1 Take Me to Church sneak peak.

pov character: henry stein

cws: cult mentions, minor injury

Henry had been warned by quite a few studio residents before he entered the so-called 'Cult Territory' that he needed to avoid one very specific person. When he asked for a name, all he was told was "The Projectionist," and to "stay out of its light."

So, suffice it to say, when he saw a bright light illuminating the halls in front of him, and quickly approaching, he ran to hide. This, however, was proven to be the wrong choice. As the sound of his running had alerted the damn thing to his presence. An almost deafening screech rang through the halls, and the artist froze for a moment, finding the sound had a disorienting effect. Before he could keep running, he felt something coil around his wrist, pulling him back. As he nervously turned to face it, he quickly raised his free hand to shield his eyes.

"The... angel?"

But... the monster didn't do anything. All he noticed was the sound of gears clicking, before the creature spoke, in a startlingly familiar voice. "Huh... can't remember th' last time I found someone down 'ere. Did no one warn ya t' avoid 'is place, or are ya jus' the stubborn type?" That... that was Norman's voice. "What's th' matter? Cat got yer tongue?" The tone was almost teasing. He didn't respond. "Eh, guess it don't matter. Well, yer comin' wi' me. 'M sure ya got some use t' The Angel."

Clearly, it heard him, because it stopped to look over its shoulder. "You a'right?" Henry chuckled dryly. "I uh... I'm fine. You're just, um... cutting my hand a bit." The Projectionist quickly let go, carefully lifting his arm to check the damage. "Ah, sorry 'bout 'at. I always forget how sharp those things are. We'll get ya patched up at the base." It then grabbed his other wrist (this time with its actual hand) before continuing to walk. Henry took this chance to study the monster more. It's hands were pitch-black, like the rest of its body- aside from its head, the film, and what he assumed were a speaker and reel of film imbedded into its skin- its fingers were clawed, and it walked with its head leading somewhat. Which he found to be understandable, that thing had to be heavy, right? Speaking of its head, there were several wires that stemmed from the bottom of it, that all connected to various other parts of its body- mainly its upper back, but a few connected to its legs and arms as well.

It paused, tilting its head in what he assumed was curiosity. "Y' really had no clue what you were wanderin' inta, huh? Well, you'll meet 'er sooner or later." It turned to start walking, dragging the blond along by his wrist. Now that it wasn't practically blinding him, he was able to take note of a few features. It was tall, a little bit taller than he remembered Norman being, and it had a projector for a head... the Lost Ones really didn't get very creative with the name, clearly. And, he had found that what was coiled around his wrist was... film. Albeit, sharper than film normally is- in fact, he could see areas where it was starting to draw blood. The tugging from the strands of film as they walked stung like hell, and he tried his best to hide the pained hiss that escaped him.

It was a lot friendlier than the old animator had expected- from the way everyone talked about The Projectionist, he had pictured some sort of blood-thirsty killer, tearing people to shreds without a moments notice- so the fact that it not only didn't attack him, but was in fact intending to help with the injuries it had caused, was a pleasant surprise. Why was everyone so afraid of it?

"So, what brought ya down 'ere? It ain't often I find people 'round this floor... 'specially not people 'at look like you."

"Well, the short and simple answer is that I got a letter from an old friend." Henry tilted his head in confusion. "And... what do you mean 'people like me'?" There was a quiet rumble from the projector, which, based on the tone of its next statement, was probably the closest thing it had to a laugh. "Well, jus' look at yerself. You don' look nothin' like a searcher or Lost One, 'n ya sure as hell ain't a wolf or a Butcher Gang member!" It shrugged before continuing. "We don't get many people who don't fit one o' those groups."

"Well... what about you? You don't fit those groups either."

That quiet rumbling again.

"Yeah, I s'pose I don't. But I certainly don' stick out nearly as bad you do. Hell, you ain't even ink like th' rest o' us..." It trailed off for a moment "Yer human, ain't ya? Whoever 'at friend was 'at suggested y' head down 'ere must o' been a real piece o' work."

"Why's that?"

"Tell y' what?"

"It ain't safe down 'ere fer the rest o' us, let alone someone 'ats human. Yer jus' lucky I found ya before th' Prophet did." The artist paused. "The Prophet? Who's that?" This question seemed far more concerning to The Projectionist, as it stopped firmly in its tracks. "Did ya bother t' learn anythin' 'bout this place before y' got 'ere?" Henry could feel his face heat up from embarrassment. It definitely had a point there. "I- I tried to, but all anyone would tell me was to... uh..."

"To um.... avoid... you." He chuckled nervously, staring at the floor. Gears clicked for a moment before it responded. "Eh, fair 'nough. I guess I can be pretty scary t' outsiders." It shrugged, starting to walk again. "Th' ones y' really gotta worry 'bout round 'ere 's the Prophet 'n his so-called 'flock'." The artist wanted to ask more, but he had a feeling that the monster didn't want to discuss the Prophet any further.