#cw monster

[matrica-a-novelized-actual-play]

“The first Oath-Breaker god was the Brood Mother, progenitor of monsters. If left to its own devices, this beastial god would allow its children to devour all life on Kishar, and then each other. The Brood Mother has one rule: Eat, or be eaten. Only the last beast standing at the end of the world will earn its Mother’s love.” - Lore of Kishar

Kaspar encountered something out there in the wilds, and he hasn’t been quite the same since.

A little blurb of backstory lore from our novelized actual-play ttrpg game that you can read on the internet

[we-lose-control-of-the-moment]

[ @crime-scene-cleanup LIKED For A Starter || Anya ]

[ Mike ]

"Shit-- Fuck nuggets!"

This wasn't good. That damn thing was going to gut him, and if he didn't retreat and regroup, this would be the one. He'd survived how many fucked up encounters with worse, and this damn abomination with a goofy-ass name was going to send him to the grave?!

No, no, he wasn't going to do that.

"Leave it." The command was heeded by his companions immediately, the wolf and wolfdog both turning in the direction of the Jeep instead. On his knees and one arm, Mike considered his options. The Jeep was a solid half mile away, and while he was sure that his boys could handle that, he wasn't so sure about it himself.

There'd been a house, though, on a lake that he thought was closer. Sure, he'd show up leaking his guts all over the place, his chest and stomach cut to ribbons, but he still had all his teeth and a charming smile.

Hefting himself to his feet, he stumbled towards the treeline as the fleshy creature shrieked at him. Giving chase with its great and terrible wings beating with a roar Mike had considered, the creature gained on him, extending its sharp-clawed front legs to grab him just as he dove into the underbrush.

Slamming into a tree and folding around it, he clung to the trunk while he tried to remind his lungs how to breathe. That thing was going to get it, the second he got his--

His gun. His shotgun was missing from his person.

Jesus fucking Christ.

It was a mystery how long he lay there, but when he finally scraped himself from the loamy forest floor, all he could think about was that house. How he got to the doorstep was simultaneously a miracle and a mirage, but that didn't matter. He'd made it, despite how much blood (and maybe meat) he had lost. This could be a bad idea, but humans weren't as bad as the things he hunted.

A flash of Josh's half-turned face slammed into his brain as he collapsed into the door, ringing the doorbell weakly with one finger before the adrenaline finally cut his ignition and he fell unconscious against the porch. It didn't take long for Wolfie and Duke to follow the scent of their human packmate's blood to the house, and they stood back together a few feet away, assessing the situation with a few whines and grumbles between them.

[tarabyte3]

🍁🕯️🎃 Happy Halfoween! 🎃🕯️🍁

To celebrate it being both halfway to my favorite day of the year AND National Poetry Month, here is my last poetry post: Horror Edition!

(Please mind the content warning tags! Also there are more collages below the cut to really get you in the mood)

The Harvest

When the night falls

and the harvest comes

we huddle in our beds,

covers pulled tight

to our trembling chins,

and wait. Every creak

or moan of wood

catches our breath.

A struggle for silence. A hope

our blood-soaked offerings

and fires were enough

to satiate their endless

ancient hunger.

Our rituals used to be joyous

occasions of mead and meat

and congregation,

before the things came

and then by morning light

we found splintered doors,

gore splattered beds,

and trails of ichor

winding into the forest.

In those first few years

we dared not look out

our curtains for fear

of catching their eye,

but some saw upright shadows

pass their windows

with a shambling gait

and spindly limbs.

Not beasts, but worse

than men. No weapons,

no charm or barricade,

no prayers to God

could save our souls,

and we dreaded the dying

light—their coming.

We left the pigs out first,

tied to posts in the town square,

huddled and confused.

It helped. Lessened the hunt,

but didn't end it.

Not by half.

Then we tried the cows

as well, and still we heard

the screams and pleas

and grinding growls.

We had no choice

except to choose.

The harvesters were coming

and it was better to prepare,

to know how the night

would go than to leave

our loved to slaughter. A mercy

to die by the blade

before the tearing started.

Our rituals now are solemn,

lotteries and funerals,

towering pyres, sacrifice

and chanting to appease

these old gods of the long dark

and death. We are our own

shepherds and farmers,

our own flock and crops,

and so we must tend our own.

Every night I awaken—

before dawn with the notion

that I am not alone.

There is a shadow with me.

Its eyes peek from

a dark corner crack,

beckoning with a wispy

curl of a finger.

Yet it is not temptation

I feel, but terror,

bone itching

and bile roiling

with a ringing in my ears

like the scream

of a tea kettle

This blackness creeps

ever closer.

Yesterday it brushed

the fringe of my rug.

Tonight it's reached

my curtains.

I know it hunts me,

ever patient,

to blanket me in nothing.

I would run,

you see,

If I didn't know

this shroud is a distraction.

A dare to rouse me

to my feet.

For in my full length mirror

by the hall door,

fading in the moonlight,

I see the face under my bed

and how it smiles.

Not a Tree

There is a branch outside

my window where no tree

grows. Yet its twig fingers

scrape and probe the screen

for a weakness,

an opening

to pry ajar

like an oyster.

Inside I am meat.

I am prey

to this ash, this bark

crusted limb

that covets skin—

seeks to know

my bare limbed flesh

and crush my bones.

It creaks. It yearns, aches,

to slip its muddied roots

throughout my ribcage,

twine its way between

my fingers and toes.

To feel how I writhe

beneath it as my

sinews decompose.

It cannot help

but consume me

to feel alive and grow

from my absence.

It must be a tree

that knocks, that sways

palm shaped shadows

upon my bedroom wall.

What else can reach

a second story window?

That is not the question

that lashes through my mind,

but rather: did I remember

to turn the lock?

[silly-scribblesnrandom-writings]

Drowning

cw! drowning, cw! monsters cw! death, cw! body horror, cw! night terrors cw! depressing thoughts, cw! gore

Dead Dove Do Not Eat

I hope you enjoy! And please mind the tags~ Please only read if you're 16+

Drip... Drip... Drip...   

You hear it again.   

That small, repetitive sound. Like chalkboard scratching next to your ear.   

How many times have you had this same dream? This same feeling?   

Like a movie randomly popping up on the same TV channel, despite not being popular anymore. The dream appears at odd times. Times just like this.    

You’re inside a cave, facing the sea as always. A fishy smell permeating the air around you. The salty fog stinging your perpetually chapped lips. You couldn’t even lick them for a moment of relief if you wanted to.     

In this dream, you’re always paralyzed, after all.    

And yet you still feel the fatigue of standing completely straight. Completely still. For however many hours you manage to get to sleep that night.  

Are you even breathing right now?      

You can’t tell.     

You do know that you never blink, however. Not even given the ability to close your eyes and imagine you’re somewhere else.     

You’re just stuck. Frozen, cold, tired, and alone. In this damn cave.   

Damp walls covered in moss, stone floor littered with debris and granules of sand. The intermittent dripping of water from the stalactites above. Every moment you spent here felt like an eternity.     

You hated this reoccurring dream. Nightmare more like.    

And yet you couldn’t do anything but suffer in silence. Patiently waiting for the dawn to arrive.    

If you could right now, you’re sure you’d be crying.    

Why did you have to go through this?     

Why didn’t any medication work?    

What is this?     

The only answer you had for yourself was torture. Pure torture.    

Sometimes, you even had the selfish wish of having someone trapped here beside you. At least you wouldn’t be alone, with only the rare sound of seagulls chattering amongst themselves to keep you company. Or the occasional shift in the weather above. Sun shyly showing its face from between the clouds, its dainty rays filling you with momentary warmth. Only to vanish once again, leaving you in the endless foggy gloom.   

If someone else was here, would they make it all more bearable?    

Drip... Drip...   

That sound returns again, snapping you out of your string of thought.   

They were such pathetically selfish thoughts, anyway.    

Then something amazing happens.     

You can hear a new sound, faint- but it’s there.    

The small sound of wing beats, the fluttering of feathers, ignite a flurry of unfiltered excitement from deep in the core of your bones.     

Finally! Something new!    

A black bird flies into the cave, dripping with seawater, fish squirming desperately in a sunrise-yellow beak.   

You watch it carefully with your peripheral vision, as the white-cheeked avian downs its meal, shifting its prey before swallowing it whole in one large gulp.    

Isn’t this lucky?      

How long had it been since something different, something interesting happened?     

You watch with glee as the large bird takes a curious glance at you. Bobbing its head around as it waddles closer.    

Hesitant steps, one, then two.    

And then-   

The shrill screech of the surprised animal stabs your ears like the sharp blade of a knife.   

Its body stolen away in a single blink.     

Your human eyes just barely able to capture the sight of a chameleon-like tongue wrapped around the feathery creature. The bird now in the position of writing, flailing prey.    

And before you could convince yourself that it was all a hallucination in the first place. That the wing beats and the bird were just the agonizing loneliness gripping your brain like a stress ball-   

The sickening sounds of something uncanny, inhuman, wrap their slimy presence around your pitiful mind.    

The messy, squelching chomps reminding you of someone messily eating a watermelon with voracious gusto.     

The splintering sound of snapping bones encases your body in a cage of nausea.    

With one last scattered cry, the avian lets out a strangled shriek.    

A warning to you.   

Eyes snapping awake, you feel your consciousness slowly pulled from the nightmare, like trying to get out of a pool of honey.    

Lucidity flickering as your groggy eyes take in the room around you.    

Ugh…   

What the hell was that?   

The slimy feeling still hadn’t left your skin. ...It seemed the nightmare still had a grip on you even in reality.   

Damn it!     

A quick glance at the clock had you scrambling in seconds, as you rushed to throw on proper clothes for school. The next few minutes a dizzying blur of shoving on shoes, stuffing papers into your backpack, and getting a few bites of food into your empty stomach, before flying out the door in a flurry of haste.    

The walk to school was a challenge, as your mind sank into a sludge of mental exhaustion, while your body ran like your life depended on it.    

The sticky feeling following you around like a shadow.    

Making it late to school, classes flash by like leaf litter in a river, goosebumps coating your skin all day long.    

Everything seemed to go by way too fast. Like everything was always racing to the end. The end of the day. The end of the month. The end of high school. Time melting, overlapping, and fading into itself as your childhood was coming to a close.  

You push off the unhappy thoughts. Unsteady eyes trained on the teacher. As you remember the homework you forgot to bring with you today and hear the teacher announce another important test you have to study for, a heavy weight settles on your spine. The soles of your shoes melting into the floor.    

Dread worming its’ way into your gut, latching on like a parasite.    

Tired. So tired. And tired all for what? A constant stream of testing and work. Days you can’t enjoy, washing over you in unending waves.    

As you helplessly cry out choked, “Wait! Slow down-“s into the soulless waters.   

You force your heavy eyes open. The weight of all these feelings turning into a tight pressure in your skull.   

Only to be met with the sight of the open ocean.    

The familiar scent of salt stinging your lips.    

The granules of sand under your feet.    

The…rotting smell of…   

Meat?   

Drip…drip…drip   

You can feel yourself breathing.    

Drip…drip…drip   

You can feel your hands shaking.   

Drip…drip…drip   

You feel like you should run.   

A warm breath of air meets the skin on your back.    

You don’t take the chance to find out what’s behind you- forcing your legs into a sprint, every muscle dedicated to getting out of this rocky prison.   

You can hear the thing trailing its' slimy body after you, the sounds of claws scraping across the stone floor, of a wet mass hastily dragging itself towards its designated prey.     

The thumping of your heart begging you to just. move. faster.    

Your mouth gapes open, lungs striving for any drop of oxygen. Your legs not gifted a moment of relief.   

As the exit to the cave draws closer and closer, so do the creature's distorted snarls.   

The bright foggy air only a whisker away, you’re here, on the edge.  

 The edge of the cliff.   

With no gradient to safely slide down onto the beach with, your heels are forced to stop. Skin scraping on the unforgiving, rugged surface.   

A muffled cry is swallowed down, as you make the quick decision, forcing your stinging feet to jump off into the depths below.    

Momentary weightlessness surrounds your senses, as you look out into the sea, the beautiful rays of the sun igniting your skin, and your mind, with newfound hope.   

The calming sound of the ocean waves washing onto the shore. The slight prickle the breeze brings onto your skin. Your lungs given a moment to breathe. Your legs given a moment to break away from the heavy responsibility of carrying your fleshy body. Your mind given a chance to wrangle free of the fears that had stalked you just moments before.   

Adrenaline rush fading from your bloodstream, you start to question what just happened.    

How did you get here?    

In a sharp cry of pain, the peaceful moment you had was snatched away, your leg caught in the tight hold of a slimy tentacle. Your lungs once again seeking solace, air prematurely forced from its grasp.  

You struggle to escape from the monster’s grip, flailing your lower limbs in feeble attempts to shake off its' tentacle, hands desperately trying to reach up to release yourself. Abdominal muscles crying out in burning pain as you strain your torso in frustrated movements.   

All in vain.  The back of your legs and thighs, scraping against the jugged cliff walls. Jutted out roots taunting you with sadistic glee.      By the time you’re back in the cave, if you weren’t already before, you’re now a complete mess of yourself. Dirt and tears staining your face, mud, wet sand, and blood, caked into the gaps of your toes, sea spray soaking your hair.  

Forced to meet the creature eye to eye, or eyes to eyes, you gulp as a sinking feeling makes its way into the pit of your stomach, your guts forming knots of nausea.     The thing is a writhing, pulsating amalgamation of bulbous eyes, pointed pincer-like claws, tentacles, and teeth. Rows and rows and rows of sharp, jagged, teeth. Perfect for the ripping and tearing of limbs.  

Your anguished sobs do nothing but rouse the creature even more. It’s cold eyes watching you pathetically struggle in untainted interest.      An interest cut off all too soon as your grappled leg is pulled into one of its many mouths. A beat of denial, of horrified shock, passes. And yet for a brief moment you could feel its long, scratchy tongue scrape off bits of your flesh. Before it’s ripped off with a wet, sloppy, crunch.    

Your pained howl echoes through the cave walls. As you’re forced to watch the being chew your flesh with a smarmy look etched into what you think makes up its wriggling mess of a face.       Distracted by its snack, you make use of its loosening grip on your body, hastily dragging yourself to the edge of the cliff. Throwing yourself off once more, hugging your pained body into a cannonball-like position, trying your best to ignore the lightheaded feeling you have from the rapid blood loss.   

Maybe I could find some seaweed to help stop the bleeding or something.   

Your thoughts are cut off by the angry hisses of the creature above, as it tries once again to snatch you into its steel grip, and luckily for you, failing.  Relief flooded into the core of your bones as its tentacles gripped onto empty air.  It was short-lived, however, as the agonizing sting of saltwater on your mutilated limb nearly caused you to faint. Your screams eaten up by the tide, salt invading your mouth.   

Still though, piecing together your fortitude, you remained determined.   

Preparing to swim to shore, you watch in frustration as the creature recreates your movements. Jumping into the sea with heated fury.       Damn it, damn it, damnitdamnitdamnit-      Your life, as if being balanced between life and death by a fucking feather, on the line, you push your broken body, once again, against the waves. No longer caring if you breathe in water, determined to grasp any scrap of life in a smothering choke hold.     The terror and exhaustion and pain drilling itself into your being, you don’t even have the strength to cry out as your body is captured once again. Instead channeling the remaining strength you had into scratching and tearing at any of the monster’s eyes you saw through the murky water.      Satisfaction washed over you as it wailed in pain, much like you had earlier.      Ripping away from it to steal a breath of air, you were yanked back down under the wrathful waves.  But you were ready, preparing to steal a bite of one of its’ limbs, just like it had done to you.  

Snap   

With one sharp movement, your spine was split in half.       Snap   

The bones in your arms, broken beyond repair.       Snap       Snap       Snap    

Your hopes, your determination, your strength, every single bone in your body. All left shattered.       Hah. Well weren’t you just pathetic?       The monster’s remaining eyes seemed to mock.      Your body ever-so-slowly slid into its’ wide, toothy, maw.      The hopelessness and despair turning into droplets of fat tears stolen away by the sea.     Your eyes stung by the salt that surrounded them, but unable to look away from the gruesome sight. As if you were still holding onto your last shred of pride.      Just like in school.      You had tried so hard.      And in the end, for what?   

Just to prolong your suffering?      Your face twisted into a screaming, defeated mess. Your voice swallowed up by the ocean. No one to even know of the suffering you were being forced to experience. Not even a disfigured corpse to remember you by.      Your other leg was gnawed off, the grinding of bones and the sight of crimson red flesh greedily scraped off, sinking permanently into the folds of your brain. Maybe, thankfully, at least you wouldn’t have long to remember the scene.      Your pelvic bone broken off like a stick being snapped in two, your watch in numb horror as your pale pink guts, decorated with blood, slip out from their original positions.      The creature’s form doing a small wobble of happiness as it sucks on your intestines like they were noodles.      You can feel your lungs running out of air now.       Finally.   

You'd never thought you’d want this familiar feeling of drowning to wash over your body. The breathlessness, the stifling build-up of pressure, your body crying, screaming, at you to breathe.      The instinct to not breathe underwater, broken long ago, is broken once again by involuntary breaths, occurring in rapid earnest. Your body now forcing you to take in ‘breath’ after ‘breath’, saltwater unforgivably burning the walls lining your lungs.      Your suffering ending, the blood loss and drowning, and never-ending exhaustion now taking their toll.      Your consciousness flickers and wanes, your mind claimed by the sea. 

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

[ @southxparkxafterxdark LIKED For A Starter | Michael ]

[ Firkle ]

"Miiiiiiiiichael~" The sing-song tone of the name leaving one pair of his lips held a smile in it. How many did he have? It was a simple thing, a silent thing, that he moved through the trees like a whisper, a shadow in the trees, "Michael." The calling was close, almost enough to feel cold breath on his neck, which meant that Firkle was far off.

That didn't mean he couldn't see the other through the trees, couldn't watch the park ranger traipsing along on the trail. No, he was focused on the human body making a trek to the watchtower. It was a well-known, well-abused path that he took every day, and every day Firkle called to him.

He called to Tweek, too, but the blonde never even acknowledged him, save for the screaming, the running. Firkle never gave chase, however.

There were rules.

"Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiichaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeellllllllll~" Further away now, perhaps somewhere in the middle distance. He was closing in quickly, calling the other's name once more to announce his presence nearby.

[kodoku-roxi]

you guys have no idea how happy i am right now!!! 

I received ninjago (most important my boi Mr. E) and league of legends (the void, Bel’veth!! MALZAHAR!!!) content

too good to be true

and bonus Kai’sa looks good af, gg rito, gg

[spicymancer]

Monster Researcher Eclair and the Riddle of the Sphinx.

[stil-lindigo]

the calamity.

a comic about being seen.

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[rs-hawk]

Going INSANE thinking about this post by @curiousmons :

So here we go!!

Your Centaur Boyfriend being embarrassed when he explains he’s never cum before because he can’t reach “down there”. You’re stunned and ask why he hasn’t told you before. You tell him you’d have at least given him a handjob before now so he could get some release! He sheepishly tells you that he almost didn’t tell you at all because he’s worried he won’t last long and he doesn’t want to disappoint you.

After a soft heart to heart session, you explain that even if he doesn’t last long, at least you’ll be doing it together so it’ll be wonderful. The kissing starts off slow and soft with him stooping down and you on your tiptoes. Then him pulling off your shirt, and you eagerly finishing undressing yourself when he hesitates. He eases you onto your back on the soft (but itchy, not that you’d tell him) hay he made into a bed for you. His front legs are tucked under him as he goes back to kissing you, pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly.

Despite never having been with anyone before, he knows that his massive cock would hurt you if you’re not prepped, which is another reason you two had waited for so long. Now you could easily take his fingers, and you were already soaking wet for him. His cock is so hard that he’s already leaking precum and it’s almost painful. He wants to be inside of you so badly.

“Please,” you whisper, breaking the kiss to look up at him.

He bites his lip before nodding slightly. He stands back up and you adjust, pushing yourself into doggy style so it’s easier for him to push into you. You have to help guide him a bit since you have to be so far under him, but as soon as the tip of his cock is pushed inside of you, he starts going crazy.

He jerks his hips towards you, nearly impaling you with his massive cock in one thrust. You yelp, not expecting that sudden and deep of a movement, but you don’t pull away.

“I’m sorry baby. You feel so good. I’m sorry,” he groans as he continues to slam in and out of you, driving you into the floor.

His cock slams deep inside of you, stretching you out in the most delicious way. He bullies your cervix in a way you never thought possible, his hot and slick precum already coating your womb. You whimper, trying to find something to hold onto. When you start to squirm, he uses his front hooves to keep you in place, setting them lightly on you, of course not his full weight, just so he can continue to cram himself into you.

Once he’s close, his thrusting becomes more sporadic. He thrusts roughly and sloppily, almost pulling out in his haste to push back inside of you. You can feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of you, every thick inch of that cock stretching you out even more as he already was.

“You’re so good baby. So tight. So wet,” he whines, picking up the pace even more.

“Keep going,” is all you can manage to get out between the rough assaults on your body.

He complies until he crams himself as deeply as he can inside of you, pumping you full of hot, thick ropes of cum. You can feel it filling you, extending your stomach and spilling out onto your thighs and the floor under you even as he’s still deep inside of you.

His front legs tremble before he buckles them, pulling them off of you so he can support himself on them. You can hear his deep breathing and panting as he recovers, his cock still throbbing inside of you.

“That was amazing baby,” you sigh, almost dreamily, before you try to wiggle out from under him.

However, he’s already rutting into you, grinding his hips against yours with his cock still buried inside of you. “Just one more baby. Please please let me do it just one more time.”

[nobelisha]

wish a ghost was violating me in public and there was nothing I could do about it.

when I’m in the fitting room, disembodied hands pass through my panties, fingering my cunt and playing with my clit until i soak the material, forcing me to buy it.

at work, hands groping my tits, massaging and pinching my nipples, forcing me to hold back tears and moans.

on my way home, shoved into an alley, pants pulled down and spanked without mercy until i’m crying.

in a public restroom, taking my panties away, ripping them to shreds or carrying them far far away, so i’m forced to walk around with the knowledge that my cunt is bare

never letting me cum unless i’m in public. only giving me enough time to hide behind a bush before it’s pounding my cunt until im in tears, shoving disembodied fingers in my mouth, spanking my ass with every thrust.

just..violate when i can’t do anything about it

[bluegiragi]

human.

early access + nsfw on patreon

more backstory that i wrote up for patreon heh:

Simon and Tommy had a complicated relationship as brothers. 

At a young age, Simon basically wrote himself off as a lost cause, and did the best he could to make sure at least Tommy had a chance to be a functioning human being. After all, Tommy was the gentler brother, the dreamer, the one who looked like their mother (who'd walked out on them years ago to escape their father). But Tommy got bitter, got sick of the one always being protected, being babied. He lost respect for Simon, for the way he wouldn't fight back, and in a twisted way, grew closer to his father as a way to learn how to be powerful, strong. It backfired, and Tommy got wrapped up in some bad business.

Simon's kid brother died while he was deployed. He got the news in the letter, and it broke him in a big way. In the story timeline, it was years and years ago but it still hurts like hell whenever Simon thinks about him. 

[deerslutsworld]

My (Platonic) F/O Monster

Name: Monster - Friday Night Funkin' Age: Adult Pronouns: It/Its

Race: Lemon head

Orientation: Aromantic bisexual

Likes: Eating people, food, cooking, singing, threatening others, being way too enthusiastic, blood and gore, lemons. Dislikes: Being told off for its habits, having its food stolen, anyone going into its kitchen without permission, hurting its children.

Personality Type: ENFP

A murderous lemon that just loves to sing. Also a bit murderous and may enjoy eating humans. But hey, we all have our flaws...right?

Relationship Quirks (The Masterlist)

Will add onto this as they come to me.

Gets a little too enthusiastic about it and its S/Is hobbies.

Very protective of its S/I.

Spoils its S/I with food and other pleasantries.

Enjoys singing S/I to sleep...menacingly.

Can often be found where it shouldn't be.

Tag: #feastingwithyourfriends

[we-lose-control-of-the-moment]

{ throughxthexmist } [ Dinner Time ] to feed my muse something savory! - Hannah to Jake

I Know What Meme This Is But I Can't Find It So. But I know it.

[ @throughxthexmist || Hannah ]

[ Jacob ]

That... That had a smell to it, didn't it? Her. She? She. Her. Girl. She had a smell.

Jacob's brain wasn't quite up to snuff on a regular day, but the full moon just made it that much worse.

Ice, blood, something deep, ancient, and powerful. A smell. A smell that told him he should probably turn tail and bolt, but he was glued to the spot. If there was one thing that Jacob knew, it was when someone was trying to get his attention.

Meat. Meat. Blood. Danger? Meat.

When the body was thrown at him, the wolf's first order of business was to pounce. Tearing and ripping into his supposed gift with reckless abandon, Jake didn't for one second consider this could be a trap. He may not have been himself properly, but apparently, the wolf didn't crawl far from the neanderthal.

After a second, the werewolf paused, half a mouthful in his jaws, and he looked up. Chewing slowly, almost thoughtfully, he swallowed before he stretched out.

One leg stretched as far as it would go, angling his foot inward and his sharp, crooked heel up. The other folded up against his chest as he placed both of his hands in the snow. Cold. He hated the cold just as much as he hated horror.

Right! Display. Position. He was doing something.

Adjusting his foot again (inward, in, up, no, down, down, in!), he rose up with his stomach muscles alone. Baring his neck, chest, and stomach, he offered a submissive little bark, and then a series of whines and whimpers. It was quite possible that he had no idea what he was doing, but this seemed... Right.

Had he met Silas, this may have been (maybe?) what he would have done for him.

[meruz]

i watched kore-eda's recent film Monster this past week and i truly.. cannot stop thinking about it. maybe my favorite kore-eda film yet

[deunmiu-dessie]

a paralysis demon plays with you at night, this time you're finally awake to see it.

you're not sure how it started. just that one day it did.

you'd wake up with sticky inner thighs and ruined sheets; the familiar pulsing of your clit, begging for attention almost overwhelming, and your muscles ached as if you had run a marathon the day before. tentatively you'd dip your hand into your panties, nimble fingers finding the hood of your engorged clit, eyebrows pulling together at the almost painful feeling it brought; then they'd drift lower, immediately sinking into creamy, wetness that pooled from your entrance and smeared your labia.

this perverse ritual had become your waking nightmare, weeks upon weeks of waking up to ruined panties and an insatiable hunger that couldn't be sated alone. frustration and tears intertwine, as your lithe fingers desperately caress and coax your clit but to no avail. it'd leave you cranky most days and unapproachable the rest.

what the hell was happening? at first, you believed it to be mere wet dreams, lost in the recesses of your mind. but the inability to find release, even with your touch or the mechanical hum of a vibrator, defied all reason. your sanity teetered on the edge, the constant ache and unrelenting wetness between your thighs, the demands of university, and the grueling hours at the fast-paced coffee shop on campus only exacerbate your torment.

breathe; you had told yourself. you just needed a day to sleep, in order to get back into the groove of your usual hectic life. and so, you make the decision to abandon your responsibilities, forsaking work and classes, seeking solace within the confines of your bed.

but that day you saw it.

as the night grew later, you found yourself slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to keep your eyes open, you clung to the last shreds of wakefulness, determined to finish the movie that had lured you in with its promises of thrills and chills. the laptop, perched on your chest, emitted a faint glow, casting eerie shadows across the room. but despite your best efforts, the battle was futile. with a heavy sigh, you surrendered, closing the laptop and setting it aside.

that should've been it, you should have gone to sleep and woken up the next morning bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, no longer raging and horny, stressed and tired— just your normal self. yet, as if possessed by an unseen force, your eyes snap open, jolting your mind from the peaceful slumber you had so eagerly embraced, but not your body.

the room was cloaked in darkness, save for the feeble glow of a night light by the door. the time couldn't have been later than two in the morning, leaving you with ample hours until you needed to start getting ready for the day…so why were you up?

grunting you attempt to reach across to your desk and grab your water bottle, your throat suddenly dry and scratchy. but you couldn't move. in fact, your whole body felt numb, as if you'd been submerged in an ice-cold lake. you could feel the hair on your arms standing on end, your heart thumping painfully in your ribcage, desperate to escape from your chest and out the window just above your bed. frantic, your eyes darted around your room, flitting over the darkened corners and further on before subconsciously gazing upwards. it gazed back at you.

it was inky black, as if a void had materialized on your ceiling. barren of any discernible features, a foreboding presence emanated from it, sending chills down your spine. its limbs, neck, and torso twisted unnaturally, giving it a grotesque and elongated appearance. tears welled up in your eyes upon witnessing it, and you attempted to scream, only to find your mouth was sealed as if stitched with needle and thread.

the creature descended from above with erratic movements, settling above your figure and menacingly bringing its face closer to yours. this couldn't be happening, it must be a dream and in a desperate attempt to escape, you tightly shut your eyes and began counting backward from ten, gasping for air with each haggard breath.

however, a phantom graze on your thigh startles your eyes open. the creature was still there, its taloned, inky black hand slowly trailing along your clammy skin. even without a face, you could feel its gaze upon you, sinister and scheming. swallowing thickly, goosebumps follow in the wake of its touch, like tiny flames igniting your skin.

and almost as if accustomed to its advances, your body ignites with a dizzying heat, pussy weeping and your clit throbbing eagerly, readily despite your heart skipping and restarting all in one second with fear. its touch is tantalizing and deliberate, momentarily vanishing underneath your oversized night-shirt before returning to the heat of your thighs, talons pricking your flesh.

the creature's game finally comes to an end as it finds your fattened clit, which eagerly presses against the fabric of your panties, craving any form of touch. its assault is steady but firm and the touch immediately sets you off. your body, needy from weeks of being unable to orgasm, finally reaches its limit. you can feel the knot tightening in your tummy, a sharp, zinging pain in your lower abdomen, and the tensing of your thighs.

however, just as you approach your climax, the creature abruptly stops, shifting its touch to your slick inner thighs, face pressing closer to yours, leering and mocking. without the constant stimulation, your orgasm subsides, leaving you with a throbbing ache in your hips, cunt drooling with your arousal profusely.

your eyebrows cinch together, tears staining your cheeks before you're hit with a realization. the constant feeling of never being satisfied and not being able to cum, was because of this…creature.

its pitch-black visage suddenly splits into a sinister grin, revealing rows of serrated teeth gleaming with viscid, thick saliva. its voice is otherwordly deep, it's guttural, and raspy; fingers returning deftly to your clit to rub circles. "do you remember now?"

[psuedofolio]

I think you guys liked the Fluffy Spider Girl