#devil-doll13

[tahlalilian]

More sketches of people's OCs that I likes.

Cal, relaxing and rereading a romance novel and showing off his ✨spicy✨ socks. Haha! Belongs to @rottent33th

A comical probably way off Darrell. The idea of him using the 8 ball to validate his personally desired kills but the ball not seeing it worth it. Darrell belongs to @bluecoolr

Finally, Max, in werewolf form and after, back as human. Usually, I do draw werewolves mostly in the buff but this was to help create shredded clothes. Hulk clothing logic also, ha! Max belongs to @devil-doll13

Probably made Max's hair too shaggy than long.

Any who 💜

[solmints-messyocdiary]

I know we’ve talked about Ciarán and Odile being friends before and I think that’s really cute. But what about a romantic relationship? 👀

Also I feel like Adam x Odile could be interesting. He’d grow her flowers for sure.

I was so shy to suggest Ciarán x Odile at first... thank you Jas... 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

Odile sees herself as something vile and evil in human standards. A monster or demon not deserving of (human) love and warmth... so what better partner to have than something that isn't human and therefore doesn't have human values or morals, right?

Odile doesn't ask much and doesn't need much tbh. She doesn't have family or friends that will mourn her if she disappears, so she'll be a good candidate to spirit away for sure. She'll want to be close to Ciarán if he allows it. It's too bad he doesn't have any lips to kiss him, though... Also, she'll happily comb Gormlaith's hair and dote on her. I do see them working out... the only time there might be some problems is if she very sheepishly asks him if he would bring her outside to see the flowers during spring and feel the bright summer sun on her skin. She dislikes cold and the gloom of winter even if she's used to it, but she can tolerate it as long as he's close to her. Her knight in dark armor.

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Ohhh! Adam and Odile, huh? They'll be a very interesting dynamic to see for sure!

With how easy it is to earn Odile's with some kindness and how friendly and easygoing Adam is, she'll fall to his charms in no time. I can also see his calm demeanor being something beneficial for anxious and fearful Odile. Also, the fact he can control plants and make flowers bloom will have her be in absolute awe. He certainly must be a fairy or a wizard if he's able to create such miracles! He grows and gifts her a bouquet of carnations, and the poor baby will think it's a proposal of sorts.

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

🧠 - What is their stress response: fight, flight, freeze, or fawn?

🗡️ - Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

For Sam! Just bc I’m curious ily <33

What is their stress response: fight, flight, freeze, or fawn?

oof, I think it depends very much on the situation? Like, in the pre-vampire times I think that in every day life it'd be fight, but in a "do you even know who I am?" kind of way. Mostly fawn with her parents or just The Council (tm) in general, although she gets angry, she has learned that arguing doesn't help. Freeze when there's actual danger to her health and safety because she is not used to being vulnerable. Later, it's at least mentally fight, whether or not that's the smart thing or if she'll actually act on it is yet to be determined. Also she's undergoing a big change o just trying to find herself.

Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

Original Sam had like a pendant that was a sort of heirloom or signature object for her family? But idk anymore, it's been years and I am so unsure about a lot of past ideas. Could give her something like a "promise ring" from her (ex) boyfriend because they were supposed to marry after all. And babygirl really did love him.

[probably-a-plant-thing]

So, your Moander is some kind of zombie right? 👀 correct me if I’m wrong here

I’m imagining Abigail doing her necromancy shit and accidentally getting in contact with him-

Moander is the God of Decay but yeah Zombie works too, he looks the part.

Moander would be just as confused as she is, no one ever summons him so he's normally invisible to the naked eye. So if he's just hanging out nearby and suddenly Abigail can see him, he's just as panicked as she probably is at seeing an 8'7 corpse god.

[soupbabe]

Could I request the long haired slashers w a S/O that loves playing with their hair, washing it , tying it up and like coos about how handsome they are?

Long haired slashers: Vincent sinclair, Thomas hewitt, Nubbins sawyer and otis driftwood!

Playing with the Slashers' hair

Featuring: Nubbins Sawyer, Otis Driftwood, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

I was close to putting Chop Top in this line up because I love his personality but I remembered you can't really braid 3 strands of hair 💀

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @rottent33th , @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

Otis Driftwood

- While it can stroke his ego, I think it makes him embarrassed for the most part

- Not even the cute blushy kind of embarrassment, he kinda gets agitated and doesn't want you to be all on him until he calms down

- He doesn't like feeling as if he's getting soft, but your fingers feel so good in his hair

- Maybe he makes this a private only kind of thing, he can't risk the family seeing him like this

- Baby teases you both as is, if she walked in and saw you braiding his hair and cooing over how handsome he is, no one is making it out of his room alive

Nubbins Sawyer

- He loves it when you play with his hair !!

- Literally he can't stop laughing and sit still, that's how happy he is when you do it

- He has the shortest hair out of this group, but it's still so much fun to play with it

- Especially when you wash his hair, there's no doubt he's using the shampoo and conditioner as a way to have a mohawk

- I think showers and baths might be the only time you can catch him more relaxed, he melts like putty when you massage his scalp

Thomas Hewitt

- You are legally obligated to put dandelions in his hair

- It flatters him to no end when you lay him on your lap and you just surprise him with compliments!!

- He can't sign anything, he's too busy covering his face with his hands

- While washing his hair is less than glamorous- all the sweat, dirt, and blood build up isn't pretty, it makes him feel so loved

- He doesn't take good care of himself, so having you there with him feels like a blessing

Vincent Sinclair

- He's another one that doesn't have the best self care track record, he completely absorbs himself in his work

- Literally there are bits of wax stuck to his hair he needs a whole day off to take care of it

- But he is also very flattered by your actions, though he focusses a lot more on the act of you taking care of him rather than the confidence boosts

- If you let him, I think Vincent would want to return the favor and take care of your hair too

- Thinking about showering with Vincent, guiding him through your hair routine so he can help you unwind and savor the moment you have with him

[slaasherslut]

Thank you @a-writer-on-elm-street and @goldrose-star for the tag!! You guys are lovely 🖤

Rules: No cheating! You’re starting in a movie with the last celebrity you saved in your camera roll. The last song you’ve listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

Lee Pace and ICE BOY by Corbin oh my god yes. If its the plot of the album than its a romantic tragedy and im so down for that 😩 also that song just screams romance

No pressure tags: @soupbabe @texaschainsawslvt @devil-doll13 @flower-crowned-lady @myers-meadow @hamburgerslippers

[myers-meadow]

The best gift he's ever received - Severus Snape x OC

Title: The best gift he's ever received

Pairing: Severus Snape x female student OC, named Minoes Haasse. Traits mentioned: long hair, afab, able bodied, older than 18, pureblood, light skinned, is in Slytherin.

Summary: During a fateful Death Eater meeting, Voldemort has a gift for Severus; a marriage. And with a marriage comes a wedding night. It turns out that this gift is his favourite student, choosen specifically for him by Draco Malfoy. Before long, the darkness that's been restless within him for years rises to the surface.

Warnings: 18 +, non-con. Minoes is a gift to Snape and he takes full advantage. Severus' gift is a punishment for someone else. Dark Severus Snape. Rough sex, hair pulling, man-handling, p in v sex, forced orgasm, sex with an audience, public sex, (mild) objectification, (mild) degradation, creampie, some mentions of blood purity, crying, begging, rape aftermath, arranged marriage, cuckolding.

Wordcount: 4908

This is my first fic about Snape! This couldn't have come to exist in this final form without the help, encouragement and many thoughtprovoking conversations of my dearest friends @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better & @devil-doll13, who proofread this for me TWICE. Thank you &lt;3.

Reblogs and comments are very welcome, I'd love to know if you enjoyed! &lt;3

Dividers by angels-aesthetic and benkeibear.

When Snape arrived, it was with the usual remarks and greetings. Nothing welcoming. Almost all the seats at the table at the Malfoy Manor were already taken. Everything always felt like a test when it came to the Dark Lord. But Snape was unreadable and composed, as always. As the evening drew to close, and Nagini had her meal, the Dark Lord rose, and gestured to the side, to Wormtail hovering in the shadows.

“Wormtail, won’t you bring our special guest over,” he said, his voice thin, but filled with an amusement that didn’t bode well. The ever loyal Wormtail did as he said, revealing a young woman. A student. Snape hid his surprise, wearing his eternal face of indifference, even though he knew her well. She was clever girl, good at Potions, at the Dark Arts, one of those students that showed promise, and never let him down.

And now, she was here, dressed in an already partly torn black dress, floor length, that, if it weren’t for the tears in it, would cover her as much as Snape’s robes covered him. The fear in her eyes was clear, the first tear had already fallen to the floor when Wormtail dragged her into the light, but she was dead silent. No sobs, no whimpers, no begging. Snape almost thought she was under a spell to keep her quiet, but knew no Death Eater would prefer silence over screams of pain.

“Severus,” Voldemort started, waiting for Snape’s eyes to turn to him, “you must know this sweet girl.” He reached out an inhuman hand to caress the young woman’s hair. Snape saw her initial reaction was to flinch away from the Dark Lord, but she resisted, with stone cold horror written all over her face. Wormtail copied Voldemort’s caress, and she gave him a frightening glare that made him back off swiftly, to the amusement of Snape and the Dark Lord.

“Your former student… Tell me, did you notice her before tonight? Such a pretty thing, sitting front row in your Advanced Potions class. Surely your heart and loins aren’t devoid of blood enough to ignore a girl this… This darling.”

Snape’s mouth grew dry. So that was to be the planned entertainment for the night. It made him feel sick to think that truly no one in the Dark Lord’s path was safe. Not even when they were students under the protection of Hogwarts. The darkness of the situation settled heavy in his stomach.

“And real sweet she’ll be, tonight. Especially for you, Severus.”

For him? That must be some mistake. He wasn’t some noble pureblood whose allegiance must be bought through political marriage, nor were the young woman’s parents involved with the Death Eaters.

Voldemort’s tone changed to something more conversational, lighter. “You see, after you gave us the correct date Potter was moved to a safe house, I realised something.”

The air lay heavy with tension and expectation.

“What was it, my Lord?” asked Snape, not letting his gaze flicker back to the girl.

Voldemort smiled. “I’ve rarely rewarded you properly, with something so pleasurable as this. Draco agreed that you deserve something to help you relax a little. So much so that he helped me a great deal, by choosing her for us. Minoes, her name is, right Draco?” And his inflection was purely cruel then.

Snape looked at Draco, who swallowed hard, before nodding. Lucius, who sat next to him, nudged him ever so slightly.

“It is, my Lord,” he said, clearly not as skilled at concealing his emotions as his father was. “Minoes Haasse.”

“A student in your year.”

“Yes,” Draco replied. This must be a punishment for Draco too, in a way that Snape didn’t exactly understand yet.

“And why did you choose her, Draco?” Voldemort didn’t even attempt to hide his sadistic pleasure at the situation.

Draco swallowed, stared pointedly at the end of the table closest to her, but not at her. “Because she’s the smartest and prettiest girl in Slytherin.”

“And now, she’ll be all yours, Severus.” And only then, did Snape look at her. She met his eyes, almost shy. “Why don’t you go over to him to greet him properly?”

It wasn’t a suggestion. When she caught the Dark Lord’s gaze, she held it, with just the tiniest hint of defiance, before she stepped closer to where Snape sat, to Voldemort’s left.

She took a deep breath before she spoke. Her words were softer than they were in class, clearly she wasn’t comfortable here. “Hello, Professor.”

Snape wet his lips at just the sound of her voice. “Miss Haasse,” he acknowledged with a small nod. Everything about this felt wrong. The politeness, the pretence that she was still a student of his, as if they were just passing in the hallways – as if everything wasn’t completely upside down for her.

“You can be a little friendlier, love,” said Voldemort. She took another step, within arm’s reach now. Snape pushed his seat back somewhat, so she could stand right in front of him. She hesitated, taking longer than anyone at the table had the patience for.

“A bit quicker would be nice,” jeered Voldemort. “We all know what’s on the menu today, so why draw it out unnecessarily? That poor girl.”

.

At that, Minoes raised her eyebrows, and steeled herself with a sharp inhale and she stepped closer, more determined now. Snape reached out his hand to her, as an invitation, to show he didn’t mean any harm. She took it, but avoided his eyes. Her hand was warm, and she squeezed his hand tightly, as if she was at the doctor’s and undergoing a particularly nerve-wracking procedure. He drew her closer until she stood in between his knees, her bum pressing against the edge of the table. Something surged in his blood, something dark that made him feel alive.

“See, nothing to be afraid of,” he murmured softly to her, sitting up straighter and letting his hands fall to her hips. “Has anyone told you what you’re here for?”

“A marriage,” her voice broke at the offending word. So that was what they told her about this. Perhaps he could give her some tenderness, to make it feel a little more like a wedding night… If the others at the table let him, that is. His hands moved from her hips to her shoulders, plucking at the buttons of her high collared blouse.

“Why don’t you take this off, first?” he suggested. She glanced over her shoulder, at Draco, before she repressed a shudder, and her shaking fingers got to work. Button for button. There were a lot of them, and the Death Eaters at the table were quick to voice their boredom.

“Hurry it up, will you?”

“That’s what you get for giving such a cute girl to Snape.”

Minoes sent a nasty glare in the general direction of the comments, but Snape tugged at her dress, sharply.

“Na-ah, miss Haasse, eyes on me.” It sounded like he was reprimanding her for not paying attention during a lecture. His tone intimidated her.

At last she reached the final button, and taking the audience complaints to heart, Snape raised himself up, caging her against the table, and tugged her torn dress down her shoulders. She gasped at his sudden ferocity, shocked at the violation. Once it was down at her hips, revealing a black bra, he took his time to caress her bare shoulders. Small scars from acne glittered in the light. He traced the lace trim of her bra, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch.

“That’s a nice pair of tits,” said one Death Eater to another, who agreed with an appreciative hum.

“Would be prettier if she had a nicer figure.”

Throughout his examination of her body, she held her head high, even as her fear and apprehension began to truly show on her face. Already standing so close to her, he took in everything. She leaned her fingertips against the table, as far as she could away from him. Reluctant or not; the angle of her head as she leaned back made her pale neck even more appealing. Where her neck ended, the collarbone, the expanse of skin above the bra, her breasts moving with erratic breaths… Delectable. To think this was the same girl that he’d admired from afar during his classes time and again – at his mercy. His hands flexed at his sides. His terrible, terrible mercy.

“What are you waiting for, Severus?” smirked Voldemort. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid to break her.”

Comments and soft laughter rose up from the Death Eaters again: “If I had a moment with her, I’d show them how it’s done.”

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Snape’s fingers curled themselves into a fist, uncurled, curled and uncurled again. One of his hands moved to her hair, pulling the hair pin she wore out of her bun and shaking her long hair loose. He turned her face to his, truly towering over her at claustrophobic proximity. Beautiful. And just for him. What a strange turn his life took this night. Her eyes fluttered close as she felt his breath on her lips, but he didn’t kiss her yet. At seeing that tiny flash of submission on her face something stirred within him.

“Look at that, she’s so ready for him.”

“If only he did something about it,” retorted another.

“What does he think she’s made of? Glass?”

“Perhaps he’s just shy.” Followed by giggles and mocking laughter. His gaze flickered to the other side of the table, before he pushed down the rest of her dress with dramatic movements. It fell around her feet. She pressed her eyes closed, feeling exposed in the cold room of the manor. Her panties were similar to her bra; black with a hint of lace, but it wasn’t a matching set. Snape envied the men at the opposite side of the table, who got a good view of her ass.

His mouth watered at the sight of her, and his blood warmed him down there when the shivers of her body pressed her into him. Snape tugged at a bra strap and let it snap back sharply against the skin. Instantly her eyes flew open and she attempted to slap his hand away, but he was quicker, grabbing her wrist and pushing it behind her back, leaning in close.

“You’ll find this all a whole lot more pleasurable,” he said, words measured, something in his eyes made her rein in her fight immediately. “If you’re good for me. Remove the rest of your clothes.”

And what use would it be? The moment she fought against him more than was deemed entertaining, a whole table of Death Eaters would make sure she was adequately punished. Not to speak of what would become of her parents – and she shuddered when she remembered the disappearance of the Muggle Studies teacher. So she tugged her panties down with her free hand, looking mortified the whole time.

The wolf whistles and comments worsened; about her nice ass, how she kept herself untamed down there, how they’d hope Snape wasn’t afraid of a little hair. He smiled at the glint of defiance that once again sparked in her eyes.

“Let me,” he said, and reached behind her back, through the curtain of her hair, and unclasped her bra. After pushing it down her arms, he flicked it onto the far end of the table, which was met with hollering.

“That’s more like it!” said one.

Bellatrix cackled. “Show us, Severus! Show us the girl.”

Minoes shielded herself in a meagre attempt at dignity, which Snape didn’t mind, but for tonight - it wouldn’t do. Rather than force her arms away, he took her hands and pulled them around his neck. A mocking embrace. Her hair smelled lovely, that same fresh yet warm patchouli that appeared in his Amorentia last schoolyear.

“Aren’t you just lovely,” he murmured in her ear, just for her to hear. “But you’re not just for me tonight. Can you do a little twirl?”

Immediately she stilled against him, and he delighted in it. Stepped back, he raised her arms over her head by her wrists, and twirled her around for all to see. She stumbled but he easily held her up like that, running his free hand over her breasts, giving a squeeze here or there, satisfied with the hungry looks around the table. Few of the men still had their hands on the table. The power he felt sparked through him as he showed her off, as much as the pleasure did, fuelling his confidence.

“I wouldn’t mind a piece of that,” said a Death Eater on the far end of the table.

“Don’t know what to do with all that?” asked a gruff voice to his side. “Should I show you how to treat a lady?”

Before Snape could intervene, Voldemort did. “No, Gibbons, she is all his.”

The way he said it made pride swell in Snape’s chest. Gibbons slumped in his seat.

“At least he could hurry it up.”

“Go on, Severus,” encouraged the Dark Lord. “I know you want her. Or would you rather we give her to someone else?”

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He hated what Voldemort’s words did to him, what they’ve always done to him. Right from the beginning, when he was a teen, that darkness resided in him. He felt it open up and blossom in his chest as he looked at her, the Dark Lord’s words resounding in his head. What resistance did he have? He looked at Minoes; her wanton expression, the glow of sweat on her skin, her silent plead for mercy... She belonged to him. That was the only thing that felt true. And he’d enjoy her, Merlin be damned. Life’s been cruel to him for far too long, and this good thing that fell into his grasp won’t leave without claw marks all over– although he knew he’d never let her go. He leaned into that darkness as he wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her close.

“You heard them,” Snape said to his favourite little student, “playing time is over.”

With a voice so soft even he barely heard her, she whispered: “Please.” Her pleading look alone was enough to have him hard and weeping in his trousers. “Please, don’t.”

“After the meeting, you’ll have all the time for playing,” said Voldemort, over the Death Eaters mocking her begging. Fuck. Snape hadn’t considered that. A marriage, she’d said. That implied… oh Merlin.

He whirled her around to face him, and helped her sit up on the table, one finger already finding its way to her vulva, brushing the curls aside. Even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to follow it through, he sank down regardless, and leaned forward to spit on her pussy, pressing a kiss to her clit. Her gasps spurred him on. Truly, she was perfect for him.

Rowdy encouragement sounded from the table, with some complaints here and there.

“Is she wet already?”

“Bet she is, did you see how she looked at him?”

After another short lick to her clit, he moved up again, to sit in his chair. He opened her legs nice and wide in front of him. She resisted, shy even after all that.

“Open,” Snape said, voice stern like it was in class. Immediately she complied, and he smiled. “Good girl.”

Gibbons peered over Snape’s shoulder and pushed a hand inside his own pants. “She could really do with a shave.”

As Snape’s first finger pushed inside her, curling deliciously, he thought of how to take her. Aided by the spit from before, a second finger joined the first, Her hand flew to his wrist as her gasps grew louder. He pumped them slowly but deeply, going by the noises to know if he hit the right spot inside. There was no real force behind her grip, and the fluttering of her walls were good indications of how good he made her feel despite it all. Another surge of power filled him. Her other hand pressed against her mouth, to try and keep the sounds in. Another curl of his fingers and a moan made her lips part.

The response was immediate, with Bellatrix cackling victoriously as though it was her who inflicted the delicious torture upon the girl.

“Sweet heavens, is he good for something after all!”

Next to her, Draco looked mortified, cheeks red in frustration and embarrassment.  

“Does she really need all this, Snape?” another complained. “Bet she’s ready and dripping already.”

“Perhaps he can’t get it up for a pureblood,” cackled Bellatrix. “You should’ve found a mudblood, my Lord.”

“Patience,” Snape reprimanded, but he was running out of his own too. “Come, love.”

And with a tight grip on her thighs, he pulled her into his lap, her breathy “no, no, no, please” were music to his ears. In stark contrast to those lovely sounds, were the sobs coming from behind her, somewhere to the middle of the long table. Draco. He smothered his cry with his sleeve, as Lucius nudged him to stop showing his weakness with a furious look on his face.

It took Snape quite some effort to prevent Minoes from looking back at Draco, gripping her tightly by the hair in the nape of her neck.

“I said: eyes on me,” he warned.

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She understood clearly what he wanted from this position, eyes pressed closed with fear, but she settled down on his lap nonetheless, her legs folded next to his on the chair. With one hand Snape held her, and with the other he pried open the buttons of his trousers. Even that took him much to long for his liking, and once he freed his weeping erection, he let out a soft groan.

“Fuck, look at that,” said one, somewhere next to Gibbons, leaning over the table to get a better view. Snape grinned, pride growing in his chest. Her eyes snapped open, coming face to face with the sheer lust in his dark eyes. Wolf whistles followed and even Bellatrix kept quiet.

The way he looked at her softened her resolve and she braced against him, trying not to grind into him.  

“How many have you been with?” Snape whispered. “Am I the first?”

He squeezed his hand around his cock, smearing the precum up and down. She shook her head.

“Only one.”

“Who?”

But the second series of choked sobs from behind her and her tortured look were answer enough. Draco. They must’ve been together – but in sacred pureblood families, love isn’t that easy. So this was both a reward and a punishment, two birds with one stone. Snape isn’t one to complain.

“Too bad she’s not a virgin,” said one.

“Rather a pureblood than a virgin,” retorted another.  

He aligned her slit with his cock. She gripped his upper arms for stability, pleading with her eyes not to do it. Looking up at her, his hand around her neck, pulling her closer, and the moment their lips met, he pushed his hips up sharply. Moaning into her mouth as she let out a high-pitched screech. Tight, so hot, so tight. He filled her completely and only half of him was inside. Fuck, her cries were bloody arousing. As if this was what he’d been waiting for all these years.

“The two of you are perfect,” complimented Voldemort. “She must be so glad that it’s you, Severus.”

He tasted the salt of her tears in their kiss and nipped her lip. The cruelty of the Dark Lord’s words was delightful. His hips rolled, in and out, languid movements, letting her adjust just a little bit more. The silent sobs made her body jerk in his grip, making her spear herself further on his cock. Part of him wanted to look Draco in the face and say: ‘See how I’m fucking your girlfriend? See how much better a real man does it?’

“Merlin, he’s such a tease,” groaned one Death Eater to the other.

“She’s so fucking tight,” Snape said through gritted teeth, not to anyone in particular. His answer was met with hollering. “She’s so tight it almost hurts.”

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He kissed her again, wet and sloppy, grinding into her. His grip on her was so tight that he remained in complete control over both their movements. Despite her best efforts to stifle her sounds, she couldn’t help it. He filled her completely. Each sensation built on the ones before it in the most harrowing torturous way. Each time he slid out was a loss and a promise. Each push in dragged past all the most sensitive parts inside of her. When he was all the way inside he breathed out sharply, brushing his nose against hers.

“Now that’s not so bad is it?” he taunted, sounding just like he did during when he made her redo her potion in its entirely after messing up one tiny thing. When no response came, he gripped her by the chin. “Is it?”

Jarred by his sudden cruelty, she instinctively replied: “No, professor.”

“How does it feel?” And he pushed himself back in to the hilt again. The pace was slow, letting her feel every bit of him.

Gibbons saw his chance: “If she’d rather have a different dick to sit on, she can try mine.”

Bellatrix giggled and others cheered.

“Yeah, pass her around!”

Minoes’ gaze lingered over each of the faces with disbelief and disgust. Some of them were stroking themselves openly. It felt filthy, to be seen like this. As if being ripped from her boyfriend and gifted like an object wasn’t bad enough, they all had to watch. And enjoy it too. Snape’s hips snapped up, hitting her cervix and she yelped, losing her balance and causing her to stumble into his chest.

His grin grew sinister. “Well, love, how does it feel? Do I make you feel good?”

He was the only one who could control her fate. She just had to be brave. To say what he wanted to hear. Another roll of his hips made her whimper, the pleasure making her voice sound breathy and wanton. “Good, professor. I- ah, it feels good.”

“Yes?” he said, voice turning mean, even despite the lust sounding in his words. “Who’s making you feel good?”

Breathy moans tumbled from her as his pace increased. “You- you are making me feel good. Ah- fuck. Please…”

“Please what?”

Tears sprung to her eyes. She just shook her head and pressed her eyes closed. That wouldn’t do. Movements mirroring the cruelty of his words as he pulled her off his dick, standing them both up. She whined pathetically at the loss of his warmth and the emptiness that his cock left behind.

Digging his nails in her back, he whirled her around and bent her over the table, chest to the cold wood. His fingers trailed over her slit, before lining himself up with her hole. As he pushed in, none too gently, he pulled her back by her hair, close to the nape of her neck, as she yelped at the roughness. Her breasts were on full view like this and the hollers were immediate. Facing the lustful Death Eaters like this made her sob through the moans.

“Now this is a show!” said Bellatrix.

“Fuck, you can hear how wet she is,” said another.

One of them stretched out his hands to touch her breasts, but Snape slapped them away.

“No touching, Carrow,” came his stern voice, somehow still authoritative despite his breathlessness. He pulled Minoes close to him and squeezes her breasts from behind as he pounded into her at an increasing pace. Her back arched of its own accord, making him hit the best spots inside of her, clenching around him every time he did.

“You’re doing so well for me,” he mumbled in her ear, getting drunk off the pleasure. Pinching her nipple with one hand, the other moved down her tummy, and rolled her clit between his fingers.

The effect was immediate; her soft moans turned to needy mewls and she clawed at his arms, tugging up the sleeves to find purchase. “Please, please, oh please, professor, don’t- no, oh god please…”

With a sickeningly sweet voice, Snape asked: “Please what? Use your words, love.”

“I’m- I can’t… it’s too much, please…”

The mocked from the table was immediate, laughter and degradation mingling with the sound of skin against skin.

“Little girl can’t take it?”

“She loves his Death Eater cock.”

He shushed her, ignoring the others, pressing sloppy wet kisses in her neck and all over her shoulders. His fingers rubbed her clit in slow but steady circles, making her walls clench around him deliciously. “Miss Haasse, do you want to cum on my cock? Beg for it.”

Next to him, Gibbons spilt his seed with a loud grunt.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Snape moaned, partly to mask the sounds of the audience, “now beg for me.”

“Please, professor- please let me cum.”

He pinched her clit to hear her shriek and buck away from his hand. Her vision went hazy as his fingers soothed over the sting.

“Do you want your professor to cum inside you, love?”

“Yes, please- yes.”

His pace increased. Opposite of them, another Death Eater reached his climax with a blissful expression and filthy grunts. Snape pulled her close to him, her face to the side, nipping at her lips with his teeth, too caught in open mouthed moans to kiss her properly but wanting all her attention on him and him alone.

“Such a sweet girl,” he mumbled, “so polite, so good… Cum for me.”

And she did, with loud, erotic whimpers. Snape too, was close, and fucked her through her orgasm, deep and deeper still, before his hips stilled, grinding against her while all the way in. His lustful moan was similarly delicious, and his eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment in pure bliss. It seemed like the darkness that came to fruition inside him truly served him well.

“Severus, that was wonderful!” said Voldemort, breaking them from their post-orgasm haze. He pulled out of her, turning her around and let her lean her tired body into him. He caged her in his arms, shielding her from the cold with his robes. “What a revel. Truly wonderful. Don’t you all agree?”

Sounds of enjoyment, some cheers and more pleased comments sounded from around the table. Draco’s sobs had long since dried out, now he avoided looking anywhere near his girlfriend. Snape couldn’t stop the smile on his face and pressed a kiss to Minoes’ sweaty temple.

“I assume this concludes the meeting,” he said, back to his usual matter-of-fact tone.

“Of course, of course,” said the Dark Lord, smile in his thin voice, “you two have the rest of your wedding night ahead of you still.”

His words were met with snickers all around, and a soft murmur arose as everyone stood up and got ready to take their leave. Minoes bent down to pick up her clothes on shaky legs.  

They were tired, sweaty, in need of a proper shower, but before Snape could apparate away to his home in Spinner’s End, Lucius stopped him to shake his hand.

“I’m glad we could solve this like we have,” he said, as though it was a business transaction. “She certainly seems… adequate. Her family isn’t much, but she’s from a good enough house.”

Snape just nodded. Minoes quickly threw her dress over her head, not bothering with underwear, just wanting to be covered again. Snape wrapped his robe around her shoulders.

There were more comments before they got away.

“If you get tired of her, you know where to find me,” growled Gibbons.

Or Carrow: “Let me know when she gives you a hard time. You gotta keep girls like this in check.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Snape said, to placate them. When he looked at the girl at his side, he found her glaring daggers at everyone else.

Once they were at his home, he let her in first, and she took her shoes off by the door. He pulled her close once again when they reached the living room, kissing her forehead.

“You were so brave…” he said. She shook her head, sighing deeply. The silence of the house was nice. Better than the filthy comments, than the hollering, than Bellatrix’ laughter. “I’ll run a hot bath for you. Why don’t you make some tea?”

Tea, yeah, she could do that.

When she sank into the tub, he wasn’t kidding; the water was quite hot. Spots on her hips or shoulders stung from where his nails had dug into her skin. He joined her, setting his mug of steaming tea on the edge. This was the first time she saw him nude. Going for the sponge and one of his homemade soaps, he made a mental note to retrieve the healing salve later.

Folding her arms around her legs, she said the first words since they arrived at his home: “I am glad that it’s you, professor.”

His heart surged in his chest. Putting down the sponge, he intertwined their fingers. “After we’re done in the bath, I’ll make it up to you,” he said. “We can take our time now that no one’s watching.”

[goldrose-star]

OC Halloween Party 🦇

Okay, guys? Hear me out. Our OCs all having either a big Halloween party at someone's place or going Trick or Treating together?? All of them dressed up?

What would your OCs be dressed up as? What would they wear and what candies would they collect or get? What are their favourite candies and which ones do they like the least or not at all? Do they team up with someone while going Trick or Treating? If so, with whom? What does the bag, where they carry their candies, look like? Which OC is the most or least likely to get the most/least candies?

What do they generally think of Halloween and who of them is the most or least likely to celecrate it (in case you have multiple OCs)? Do they decorate? If so, how? How do they treat Trick or Treaters? Are they the type of person to give them candies or not? Do they compliment the costums people wear? And would they go to a Halloween party if invited?

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Tagging some moots who I thought would like this idea: @bluecoolr @rottent33th @slaasherslut @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @the-pinstriped-hood @solmints-messyocdiary @myers-meadow @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @sketchbook-of-shadows @devil-doll13 @flower-crowned-lady @soupbabe

[mintgalaxia]

Tagged by dear @rottent33th thank you!

9 Favorite Characters

Tagging...

@plentscorner @bluecoolr-main @visceravalentines @ajarofpickledtears @goldrose-star @chimchiri @devil-doll13 @ace-of-hearts-and-spades @damien-mlm @bogboyfriendbreadslice @crookintherafters @fleshworld-bodyprison @the-pinstriped-hood + anyone who would like to do it!!! No pressure!!!

[the-pinstriped-hood]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

@bluecoolr has helped me fuel my brainrot for the Percy Jackson AU!!!!

Okay so what we have so far is

Ellie - @rottent33th - Daughter of Demeter

Ava - @slaasherslut - Daughter of Apollo

Percy - @the-pinstriped-hood - Daughter of Hades

Darrell - @bluecoolr - Son of Ares

Skulk - @probably-a-plant-thing - Son of Hermes

Red - @damien-mlm - Son of Dionysus

The Sinclair's from HoW 2005 - Sons of Aphrodite

Maggie Sinclair- @soupbabe - Daughter of Aphrodite

(if you would like me to add or subtract you from the idea please dm me and say so!)

@rottent33th @slaasherslut @devil-doll13 @bluecoolr-main @ajarofpickledtears @shonkgobonk @soupbabe @slasherscrybaby @solmints-messyocdiary @ahmnom @probably-a-plant-thing @damien-mlm @kalid-raven @angxlslasher @allthingsblood

[frenziedslashers]

Tagged by @likedovesinthewnd :))

Are you named after anyone? My deadname is. That's why I stopped going by it even before I realized I was trans LMAO. My deadname was a name my biological mom liked, mixed with her best friend at the times name.

When was the last time you cried? Literally like 10 minutes ago. I had a mental breakdown over being socially awkward and had to cry about it a little lmao.

Do you have kids? Nah. I have basically helped raise my 6 younger brothers though.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yeah lol

What's the first thing you notice about people? Their sense of humor and how they treat others. I'm big on scoping out peoples personality before I befriend them.

What's your eye color? Green babyyy

Scary movies or happy endings? I love them both, but I have been in a huge scary movie funk for a bit lately.

Any special talents? I draw/paint and write. Those are my main talents that I am recognized for. I can also cook.

Where were you born? Nebraska 😐

What are your hobbies? Drawing, painting, writing, reading, hiking, tracking, foraging, playing the same 5 video games, and watching movies

Do you have any pets? A 20 gallon tank with fancy guppies, one platy, about five neon tetra, and four Cory dora catfish. Then a 10 gallon tank with a betta fish and three Cory Doras to help keep the bottom floor clean. I have about 6 farm cats and one indoor cats. And a Leopard Gecko and a Crested Gecko.

What sport do you play/have you played? I played basketball for one day. I was in marching band for 3 years if you want to count that.

How tall are you? 5'6

Favorite subject in school? Biology (Mostly wildlife like zoology, ecology and botany), Band, and Art class.

Dream job? A Game Warden/Park Ranger (Which is how I gained the nickname Ron Swanson from my friends since I desire to be a Park Ranger/Game Warden and also am extremely sarcastic with people I dislike, like he is LMAO).

No pressure tags: @joelsgeetar @house-of-slayterr @ajarofpickledtears @crookintherafters @ayo-wheres-the-paprika @anaivenymph @devil-doll13 @damnthatjunkie @bogginswritings anyone else who wants to participate :)

[solmints-messyocdiary]

I just chose Iris Patron and Odile since those are the ones I’m most familiar with!

👁️ - Have they ever been caught in the act/seen killing? Did they kill the witness(es), or do they keep your OC’s secret? Odile and Patron

🎃 - What do you personally believe is most frightening about your OC? Are they scary in-universe or in a more meta way? Odile and Iris

💀 - If they were to be killed by a final girl/boy/person, what would be a fitting end for them, symbolically? Iris and Patron

Jas! Thank you for the interest! And that's completely fine. I haven't shared much of the others~

Sorry for the wait. Here they are!

👁️ - Have they ever been caught in the act/seen killing? Did they kill the witness(es), or do they keep your OC’s secret?

Odile has on multiple occasions. She has been unlucky enough to have to face 2 or even 3 people at the same time. Depending if the person managed to fully look at her and of how terrified she is of being followed back to her shelter, she might chase after the witness. However, it tends to be too risky so it's not something she does often unless she feels the witness has given her the vibe they'll expose her.

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The Patron is a very careful man. He always tries to be 5 steps further than everyone around him. Many call it paranoia, he calls it being attentive. He is but a shadow the moment someone enters the room and sees the carnage. For the unlucky one who saw him, he'll spare them as long as they keep their mouth shut. If they speak... well... the Patron is a very understanding man, but they broke a promise and therefore they must die. Unlike his witnesses, he does keep his.

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🎃 - What do you personally believe is most frightening about your OC? Are they scary in-universe or in a more meta way?

Odile is definitely scary in a meta way. She has become a sort of folk legend where she lives at.

The she-ghoul that desecrates tombs of loved ones.

The bird-headed boogeyman that lurks in the graveyards to scare kids and teens from staying late at night.

The beautiful and mysterious Samodiva that can be seen floating around in the forest, consuming the male gravekeepers who ventured too deep into the forest.

The unlucky feral child that burned the church down and stole the priest away.

That is all but a fantasy, of course.

Odile is, in reality, just a very fearful and lonely girl who has been given the role of a monster.

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Iris is hands down scary in the literal sense. Her kills are brutal and sadistic. Truly vile to see and witness. She actively enjoys tormenting her victims and chasing after them. Depending on her mood, she'll kill the witness immediately, not giving them a chance to scream...

Or... if she's feeling particularly "playful" she'll give them a few days of safety before killing them in their home. It's just an extended cat and mouse chase for her.

Anywhere she goes, terror and gore follows and paints the city she lurks in.

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💀 - If they were to be killed by a final girl/boy/person, what would be a fitting end for them, symbolically?

I am still not particularly sure how I want their end to be like yet!

But... I've brainstormed a little about it.

Iris would most probably die at the hands of the person she becomes obessesed with. Or simply, live by the sword, die by the sword kinda deal.

The Patron would either be a poetic death, dying by the one whom he learned to trust and love or perhaps... do a 180° and give him a boring death. The opposite of his eccentric self. Lacking in art.

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

I can’t believe I haven’t asked you how you think Selena would interact with Abigail in the normal au yet. I wonder if it would be like looking into a mirror that’s been cracked several times.

Also. Since Roan/Rón at leasts visits Ireland sometimes, what would his opinion be on Ciarán? The Fae enjoys travelling to the seaside at times.

Oof, okay, that's... considering that Selena herself is from an AU this is difficult, because. Well. How would they even run into each other in a Ho1000C universe? If I tried to put her into Abigail's / our world it'd be difficult because she's technically in a convent, which aren't places Abby frequents xD

But considering her rather strict religious upbringing, if she found out about Abigail's powers, she'd be terrified. If someone told her that Abby was evil, she'd believe it.

If, however, she was in a place where she'd gotten away from the church and somewhat over the indoctrination and all, I do think she could somewhat understand and possibly bond with Abby. Mayhaps. Memory on both of them is somewhat foggy agdshfhsjafgd

Omg omg that is such a fascinating concept to think about aaaaa

I gotta admit that I. Don't really know that much about him, or why he kills? I don't think Rón usually interacts with other types of fae but I'd assume that they are similar in regards to... well, having a different moral code to humans. So, he wouldn't see Ciarán as evil or anything. Also jealous that apparently, iron doesn't bother him 😂

[probably-a-plant-thing]

Commissioned by @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better Original Character Adam is owned by @devil-doll13

I hope I did hippie man justice

[slaashys-oc-crypt]

What emotion do you create from?

Thank you so much for the tag @lostloveletters!! It looks like we got the same thing and my result feels about right

Alienation

You create from alienation. There is a distance not only between yourself and others, but between yourself and what you are expected to be, yourself and your own humanity. Your honest self feels too divorced from what it should be for it to have any place among everyone else. Your art is an expression of your estrangement from normalcy and other's expectations. It is strange and shocking because you feel that is what you are when you are not pretending to be otherwise. You do not create things to be pretty or pleasing to others, but to be raw and confusing. You have always felt different, so you want to create things that are remarkably different from the norm. It is an expression of your own strangeness, which seems to have no place but in your art. Your work is a sanctuary for everything that alienates you from the world at large.

Tagging: @rottent33th @devil-doll13 @6lostgirl6 @visceravalentines @soupbabe @goldrose-star @mintgalaxia

[soupbabe]

I’m lowkey having lost boys brain rot so what about them (poly or separate) with a readers who’s a book worm? Love your stuff as always <3

The Lost Boys (Separate) with a Bookworm! Reader

ZIGGY THANK U FOR COMING THRU WITH REQUESTS LATELY 🛐 u literally keeping my blog alive !!

Taglists: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13, @bugginbeetlew

Dwayne

- I've decided to rank these boys on best match to worst, starting with the best match

- He might be the only Lost Boy that reads frequently

- I can easily imagine him taking his chances and staying up to use daylight so he can see the pages better

- Head empty only Dwayne reading to you. Like his arm is around you while you're cuddled up beside him, falling asleep

- Small dates to the library or bookstore is near impossible with him though, he has a bad history of theft and overdue books (some are older than the librarians themselves)

David

- David absolutely teased you about reading a whole lot at first

- He called reading boring, definitely implied that you were boring too, etc, until you were able to get him to read

- He got fed up that some piece of paper was holding you back from going out to the boardwalk with him and so he stole it

- Morbid curiosity got a hold of him, he read a few chapters, and turns out that David is a fan of psychological horror! who knew

- Sadly though, he didn't give the book back until he was done with it and you lost your spot

Marko

- contrary to popular belief, Marko does read and has his own stack laying around the cave

- There's fashion magazines, books he stole from Dwayne, and comic books

- You once gave him a copy of "Vampires Everywhere!" as a gag gift and it's literally the best thing anyone has gotten him

- But despite his blossoming collection, he tends to steal or buy more than he can actually read

- I imagine there's a system to help out this dilemma: You can pick a book Marko and you haven't read, you read it, and if you like it? He reads it and keeps it. If you don't like it? He just tosses it out

Paul

- Lovingly refers to you as a dork

- I think the only way you can get him near a book is if you're reading to him

- Paul loves the high fantasy and action novels, you two are halfway through the Lord of The Rings series already

- Everytime there's some kind of book to movie adaptation happening, he's taking you to see it

- He typically groans at your "the book is better" comments, but if he didn't like the movie himself, he'll add onto on your sentiment intensely even though he's never read the original book