#☆whispers from the wood | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

delphi-dreamin · 1 year

Note

Hiya sweet thing 💕

May I request threesome Headcanons between MC, Solomon and Asmo or MC, Beel and Belphie 🌻

Love you darling heart. 😚😚

Saadie, my love, you have created a monster. I had to physically stop myself because I could have gone on forever. Once I got started, the words just wouldn't stop.

I...may have gotten a bit carried away. 😳

Anyway, threesome headcanons! 🔞 Minors, kindly fuck off 🥰

Attic Club Sandwich

What could be better than one demon pleasing you? Two. Who are somehow telepathically linked and focused entirely on you.

You don’t know exactly how the twin thing works, but they somehow each know exactly where the other is going to be, what the other is going to do, and use that to enhance your pleasure.

They each have their favorite places to touch and tease you. Beel can't get enough of your neck and shoulders, kissing, sucking, biting at the sensitive skin and drawing beautiful little whimpers and moans from your delicate throat. He also thoroughly enjoys the soft skin of your tummy, squeezing and kneading and lightly pinching the fat there, however thick or thin the layer, he loves it.

Belphie adores your thighs. Of course they’re perfect for napping on, plush as any pillow and warm against his cheek. But he also loves licking a stripe up your inner thigh, kissing and nipping playfully to elicit a response from you. When you arch your back, he greedily bites down on the spot, just to hear the blissful cry you give him. He loves your tits almost as much. Perfect for laying his head on, or nuzzling between, the velvety flesh tender and responsive when he squeezes and caresses, and he loves the little yelp you make when he takes your nipple between his teeth and bites.

But when you have the two of them together? Laying back against Beel’s expansive chest, his mouth on your shoulder and large hands gripping your waist, with Belphie between your thighs, kissing and biting his way to your core? It's a close to heaven as you've ever been in hell.

Usually, Belphie fucks you first. He’s not as big as his twin, and he prefers getting to feel just how tight you are around him before you’re stretched and relaxed for Beel. And he's wonderful at working you open, taking his time to really warm you up, getting at least two orgasms out of you before he lets Beel take over.

And when Beel takes over. He’s huge. We know this. Even after Belphie’s prepped you, he’s still a stretch. A delicious stretch, but he’s careful to take his time and make it as good for you as it is for him. He isn’t as rough as Belphie can be, knowing how easily he could hurt you. But between Belphie's hands and mouth on you and his cock splitting you open, the noises you make for them? He can sometimes get a little carried away.

They both love looking at the marks the other gave you, Belphie admiring the purple ring that Beel’s teeth left on your shoulder and Beel gently caressing the deep red hickies his twin left on your thigh. They’re both happy knowing that you make their twin so happy.

Laying between them after is so comforting. Resting your head on Beel’s chest while Belphie’s curled against your back, both of their hands resting possessively on your warm skin, their breath cool and reassuring as they dream peacefully. Knowing just from their touch how much they both love you.

Yeah...I may have gotten carried away. 🙈 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! 💖

Taglist: @sassykattery @sparkbeast20 @attic-club-sandwich @kyungjoon-do @consolationblog @rensphilia @flemmingbamse

#obey me #obey me smut #attic club sandwich #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me x reader #☆whispers from the wood #cute moots #saadie my love

733 notes · View notes

alatariel-galadriel · 2 years

Text

“Jason? Is there a reason you’re dragging that man?”

“He’s unconscious. Makes walking hard.”

love that jason is a pedantic lil shit in every universe

#drag him jason!!!#panel is from Dark Knights of Steel 1 #edit: actually i finished the issue and mmm i'm not really feeling it meh #but i'm leaving my rant below because it's a really good book #listen this series is already giving me 'enchantress from the stars' vibes #okay not really but i want to talk about this book #which is a GREAT book told from 2 perspectives (and therefore 2 genres)#a sci-fi (extremely star-trek-eque) 'planet that hasn't reached space travel is being exploited by evil corp and i need to fix it #without violating the (equivalent of) prime directive #and a fantasy 'a strange witch is in the woods and she's telling me to use guerilla warefare against what i think is a dragon'#do yourself a favor and read it its great #jason todd #red hood #batman #dark knights of steel #whispers from the ally #ally reads comics

11K notes · View notes

whispertree-coll · 2 months

Text

"oh u like damien lavey because hes a bad boy how original" NO I DO NOT I LOVE DAMIEN LAVEY BECAUSE HE IS CHRONICALLY STUPID AND I LIKE MY MEN DUMB AS ROCKS!!!! AY-FUCKING-MEN!!!!!!

#woods post #idk this is a nitpicky thing #and its more than likely bc we also have a fictive of the guy #but so many people misunderstand him as this troubled tsundere bad boy #hes not. hes so not hes just really stupid #hes not brooding in the corner over some lost love or whatever the fuck #hes plotting the next orphanage he's gonna burn down or some shit #monster prom #monster prom damien #damien lavey #whispers from the trees

29 notes · View notes

vane-sya · 1 year

Photo

Whisper from the woods by Sanskarans

#my edit #dark art #dark fantasy #b&w #whisper from the woods

93 notes · View notes

eoinmcgonigal · 7 months

Text

09: Bill/Johnny

Sloowly getting through @almost-a-class-act 's wonderful prompts! This one is: Character A has just moved in and it's Character B's turn to tell the new neighbour the neighbourhood's dark secret…

Now, I've set this in rural Scotland. I've given Bill the appropriate language, but I have zero idea how to actually spell it. It's one of the stupidest things I've ever written, but no, I'm not taking it back. Bill Fraser is a teuchter now (for this fic at least).

War is Helloween

He’s seen him before. In the darkness of the countryside, folk illuminated only by the built-up bonfire, the occasional sweeps of torches, and the sparkers the children run around squealing with, Bill finds himself looking towards the stranger. It’s hard not to notice newcomers around here, and especially not ones so handsome they turn heads wherever they go. The blond hardly seems like he belongs amongst countryfolk and farmers, but he’s ended up at the fireworks display on the brae all the same. Bill first saw him two days ago in the village shop, where he was with a young woman, a babe in her arms. His sister, the gossip says. Bill’s already heard the older folk muttering about it, wondering where the husband is, and what the brother is doing here. He’s sure he’ll hear all the news the next time he goes to the Fife Arms, whether he wants to or not.

He can’t deny feeling curious, though. Not much changes around here—not usually for the better, at any rate. Besides, the man is good-looking. Johnny Cooper. There’s something about him that catches Bill’s eye, and makes him half want to go over.

He doesn’t, though. Johnny is surrounded by some of the farmers’ wives, and is gratefully accepting bonfire toffee. Bill’s mouth is still sweet with the rare joy of it, Jenny Grant’s recipe as good as he remembers from childhood. It’s as warming to him as the bright fire that’s been built to last, and he’ll try to get another few pieces off of her before he heads back home.

Until then, he stands in the cold November night, waiting. A few friends and folk have drifted by, stopping to chat, offering him a beer, and he nods and listens to the words they have to say, contributing here and there. He finds himself standing in a loose group of men, their attention turning towards the pitch dark beyond the fall of the firelight when a faint torchlight flickers there. Johnny is still on the other side of the little gathering when the fireworks begin. Bill looks away from him, to enjoy the display. It’s nothing like the big, fancy ones he sees on the telly. He wonders what Johnny makes of it. If he likes it here, or if he thinks as little of this place and its people as townfolk usually do, the way of life too small and simple to be worth noticing in their opinion. Plenty outsiders have bulldozed in and then drifted away again, not taking to the lifestyle, or simply missing the glittering lights and apparently comfort of bustle.

Bill likes it here, though. It’s home. He watches the fireworks light up the darkness, and feels something ancient and primal tug at his heart. You can’t feel this anywhere else, he thinks as a chill breeze stirs around the little gathering.

When the last firework is spent, all that’s left is the warmth of the fire, and the people around it. Bill soaks it up, lingering as people start drifting home—the folks with younger kids first, then others following. He snags some more of Jenny’s bonfire toffee, and sees that Johnny is just drifting from the circle of firelight. There’s a set to his shoulders, a sense of purpose about him that makes Bill’s blood run cold.

Half running, he catches up with the man. “Oi!” he calls out.

Jumping, Johnny turns around, laughing. “You scared me!” He’s grinning, the distant fireglow softly picking out the features of his face.

“Far ye gaun?”

A blank look. Bill gestures out at the darkness.

“Yer car? Far’s it at?”

“Oh!” Understanding dawns on Johnny’s face, his smile softening but not fading. “My sister has it. I was going to walk.”

“Tae the village?”

“Um, yes?”

The cold feeling in Bill’s blood grows more profound. “Ye cannae dae that,” he warns.

“No?” Johnny looks around, out into the darkness. “I mean, it’s only two and a half miles?”

Bill shakes his head. “Ye’ll no mak it.”

“Um,” Johnny breathes. He’s not smiling any more. “But I came—”

“Ah’ll gi ye a lift,” Bill insists. “Or, if ye rither, ony ae the fowk here wull gi ye a lift. Just dinnae wauk it an yer ain, aye?”

“O–okay?”

The distant, warm glow of the fire is reflected in the blond’s wide eyes, and Bill suspects that, while he might have got the gist, he’s a bit dazed. Another chill curl of wind swirls around them, and they both shiver.

That seems to decide it. Relenting, Johnny moves closer to Bill. “Where’s your car?”

Bill points back towards the other side of the gathering. “Mandy’ll be glad tae tak ye, if ye’d rither.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m good.” After a few paces, Bill hears a shift in fabric, and a hand is drawn out of a pocket and offered to him. “I’m Johnny, by the way.”

“Aye, Ah ken,” Bill nods. It’s an awkward angle to shake someone’s hand at, the gesture out of place here. He lets it happen, though, giving Johnny a brief, firm squeeze of a handshake. Johnny’s hands are cold, but there’s a warmth that transfers to Bill at the touch. Stickiness too. They’ve both had toffee. It’s the reason Bill hasn’t pulled his glove back on.

He pulls them on now, knowing it’ll be cold for the first few minutes, until the car heats up. There’s a heavy jacket on the passenger’s seat, which he pulls out of the way as soon as he gets in, the wellies in the footwell joining the jacket on the back seat.

Johnny looks so out of place as he gets in, the harsh interior light of Bill’s car making him look pale. He’s probably cold, Bill realises.

“Ye cauld?”

Rubbing his hands against his thighs, Johnny nods. Bill pulls the jacket forward again, offering it over.

“Hae a shottie o this till the heatin kicks in.”

“Thank you.”

They fall into silence as the light dims and Bill starts the engine. He rolls slowly out onto the single track road that winds its way down the brae and towards the village. They’re near to the planted forest of Norwegian pine when Johnny finally speaks again.

“What’s wrong with walking?”

The headlights fall strangely on the pines for a moment, and Bill watches the shadows shift. “Naebody wauks atween the braes an the village this tid o year.”

In the pause, Bill tries to work out how to explain what people usually figure out, if they move here early enough in the year, or if they have any sense.

“Why not?”

It’s best to keep it simple. “Fowk disappear.”

“They get lost? Isn’t there only one road?”

There is, and it follows the contours of the land, the fall and rise and then fall again down into the village. They are clear of the trees now, and in the gully that curves to the left, is a burn. It’s impossible to see in the dark—the headlights don’t peer down over the edge. “Aye,” Bill has to agree. “Bit thare’s mae tae it then that.”

Beneath Bill’s jacket, Johnny shifts, shivering. Bill reaches out to turn the heat up.

“I’m fine,” Johnny insists. “I just… don’t get it.”

“Dae ye wint tae?”

“I guess?”

They’re one bend away from being within sight of the village, and Bill feels like he can speak easier when he sees the warm glow of the streetlights. He doesn’t need to ask where Johnny lives. Everyone knows.

“Thare’s simmat oot there, simmat auld.”

“Something?” Bill catches the crease of worry lining Johnny’s brow. “Like… an animal?”

“No quite. Hiv ye nae feelt it?”

“No?”

They turn into the lane that leads quickest to Johnny’s home. From the tone of his voice, the uncertainty wavering in it, Bill suspects that Johnny has felt it.

“What is it?”

Bill doesn’t quite know how to answer that. As he pulls up, he leaves the engine running, heat starting to spill enthusiastically into the car. The light from the streetlamps has a different quality to it than the firelight, but, as uneasy as he looks, Johnny still looks handsome. Beautiful, even. It’s warmth like that that keeps the cold and the darkness from taking over everything.

“The lan.”

Johnny blinks. “The land?”

“Aye, this place. Atween the noo an Februar, it’s hungert fae wairmth. Dinnae wauk ootae the village aifter dark.”

“Seriously?” In the safety of warmth and light, scepticism steals over Johnny.

“Aye. Ask aebody,” Bill promises. “Fa telt ye tae come up the braes oniehoo?”

“Um… Mitch? Mitchel?”

“Eejit,” Bill mutters. He can believe that Mitchel forgot to make sure Johnny was getting there and back safely, although he’s of no mind to let the man get away with it when Bill sees him next.

Johnny is toying with the collar of Bill’s jacket. “So this wasn’t some elaborate ploy to get me alone?”

“Elaborate?” Bill echoes. “No, Ah wantit tae mak sure ye got hame safe.”

“I was joking,” Johnny smiles, and Bill realises that maybe he was, but perhaps he wasn’t. He lets out a breath, not sure what to say.

As his jacket is offered back to him, Bill takes it mutely, looking at Johnny’s hands, then up at the beautiful but utterly unprepared young man.

“Thank you, um…”

Bill waits as the silence drags on.

“You didn’t tell me your name.”

Oh. Right. “Bill,” he supplies, aware of the way his cheeks have started to flush. It’s annoying, and he reaches out to turn the heating down. “Ah mean it,” he impresses on Johnny. “Ye haftae stay safe.”

“I will,” Johnny says, with what feels like the right amount of sincerity.

“Good,” Bill nods.

“Thank you, Bill.”

Johnny already said that, but it’s nice to hear it again.

“Good night.”

“Nicht,” Bill answers.

Reaching for the door handle, Johnny goes still. “Um…” he turns around again, his mood tentative. “What was that sweet stuff?”

“The bonfire toffee?”

“I think so. I’ve not had it before. Do you know the recipe?”

Bill does not, but he knows where it’s written down in the old cookbook that used to be his grandmothers. “No, but Ah can get it fae ye.”

“I’d like that, thank you.”

“Nae bither.”

When Johnny smiles again, Bill gets the feeling that Johnny would be quite happy to linger here a while longer. He’d be happy if he did. All that lies ahead of Bill is the dark drive home.

“See you soon?” Johnny seems to hope.

Bill nods. “Aye.”

With a bright smile that brings something of the sun to the night, Johnny goes.

Bill isn’t entirely sure if Johnny will pay heed to the warning or dismiss it as nonsense, but what he does know is that the long winter ahead is going to be much easier to bear if he has a chance of seeing that beautiful smile again.

#sas rogue heroes #war is helloween #bill fraser #johnny cooper #johnny x bill #document type: supplementary diary entry #i don't know WHY i had him speak like that? for fun?#idk i was thinking of where i grew up today and that inspired this #i could write a lot about the feeling that creeps over the mountains and steals from the woods #the chill of the wind that carries more than just the biting cold #the stirrings and mutterings of something unknowable #the whispering and hissing of it and the howling and baying when it's ravenous for warmth #and then bonfire night and being gathered around the fire and you really DO feel something so old it no longer has a name *inside you*#know the winter darkness of the highlands and then feel the rawness of the fire and understand how ancient and powerful these forces are

9 notes · View notes

batemanofficial · 7 months

Text

hello upper middle class northern usamerican tumblr user. i want to play a game. you will notice that you are in a super america convenience store in rural kentucky - you have three minutes to purchase a snack and drink of your choice and make normal small talk with the cashier. however, if you use the word "cryptid" or generally make reference to appalachia and its inhabitants as "wild", uncivilized, or lacking restraint around alcoholic beverages during your time here, i will personally tie you to the chassis of a four wheeler and tip it into the river. live or die. make your choice

#speak friend and enter #i can appreciate mothman as much as the next guy but can we stop treating appalachia like it's the subject of a richard attenborough doc #i come from a long line of hillbillies and i like to think i've got a good sense of humor about it but sometimes i am tested #like. this is not a lawless land with a moonshine still in every holler and nameless voices in the woods!! this is a normal town!!#idk maybe i'm reading too much into it but i'm just tired of the cultural fetishization of appalachia by people who aren't from here #and who don't know anything about it. like yeah you know mothman and what hooch is and that's all well and good #but do you know what the opioid epidemic really is. do you know about the structural injustices that keep people like mcconnell in power #i'm not saying you have to apply dialectical political analysis to every issue that occurs in the region to be able to have an opinion #but also like. i'm tired of people looking at places like where i grew up and making them into things they aren't #like. on the one hand we have ''ooh spooky hills!! run if you hear the trees whisper your name''#and on the other we've got ''isn't appalachia so depressing...so hashtag ethel cain core...shame it's got no value beyond aesthetics''#and on yet another hand we have ''i - a person with no ties to the region - am going to take up the cause of every social issue #occurring across the entire appalachian region so the world will see just how bad these poor hill people have it. i am very smart''#and like. it's frustrating #i'm not saying you should never speak about appalachia if something we have is interesting to you #nor am i implying that i want to gatekeep discussion of the region's issues to the community bc that won't accomplish anything #i'm just saying that like any place it's complex. it's got its good things and it's got its bad things.#and you shouldn't isolate the good from the bad or vice versa - especially if you don't know the context in which those things happen.#and for the love of god dont let your own ignorance cause you to boil down those issues into a reductive and inaccurate set of stereotypes #learn about us from us. not from tiktok not from movies and for christ's sake not from hillbilly elegy. i hate that fucking book #anyway that got weirdly serious but i mean it. putting appalachia as a talking point up on the shelf until y'all can speak intelligently #ok to rb

18 notes · View notes

iam-sol-emnlyswear · 1 year

Text

i desperately need Lord Huron to post all of the Alive From Whispering Pines recordings on Spotify lest I waste away into nothing and leave my bones to be scavenged by carrion

#Lord huron #alive from whispering pines #wbub #lh #meet me in the woods #lonesome dreams #strange trails #vide noir #long lost #the night we met

19 notes · View notes

onionjulius · 1 year

Text

Remember when I said I would draw a Catelyn Stark calendar with 100% Catelyn Stark art as revenge for the official ASOIAF calendars never having her in them?

Yeah maybe I should still one day do that even though she finally got in one

but I would need like the 12 most iconic Catelyn Stark scenes ... hmmmm ...

#Obvs red wedding asos epilogue tyrion's arrest catspaw release of jaime #what else ...... kitn?#parley and/or shadowbaby #whispering wood #crossing the Twins #clan attack and/or trial at eyrie #oldstones #deffo oldstones #petyr's brothel #and I guess the godswood #oh but wouldn't it be nice to have the riverrun duel from back in the day #the secret message!#brienne's oath of service!!!!!#the turnip basket #things that delight me and no one else

13 notes · View notes

spacing-history-queer · 7 months

Note

does thus image make you feel homosexual

Ofcourse not... how DARE you accuse me of such homosexual nonsense

#whispers from the woods #very much a joke btw #this is making me have so many gay feelings #idk why but they are both fucking hot for no reason

5 notes · View notes

delphi-dreamin · 1 year

Note

Delphi darlin', I simply must know: What do you headcanon to be the brothers' favorite sex positions? Maybe pick up to 2 for each, in case you can't decide.

-SK😈👑

Sassy, my love, light of my life...You must be trying to kill me. Because, sweet hell, I about sublimated reading that. I can't even begin to describe how red my face is right now. But y'know what? That's okay. We're gonna have some fun on this most horniest of nights.

All right, kids, buckle in. Because it's getting hot in here, that's for damn sure. 🥵

(AFAB reader, mentions of somnophilia, breeding kink, mating press, exhibitionism, mirror sex, pegging)

Belphegor

Let's start with the youngest for once. Belphie is a sleepy boi. We all know this. He likes to let you take the wheel and do most of the work. Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl are perfect for that! He gets to watch your tits or ass jiggle while you fuck yourself dumb on his cock and he only has to put in the minimum amount of effort. It's honestly a dream come true.

Speaking of dreams, though...I also headcanon that he has no qualms with you waking up stuffed full of him as long as you have no qualms with it. And so spooning comes into play. Maybe he lifts your leg, maybe not, but he loves how well you respond to him even in your sleep.

Beelzebub

Beel knows he's bigger than you're used to. He knows that he could easily hurt you, and he never wants that. This sweet boy is going to take his time working you open so that you can take every inch of him. He likes to lay you out of the kitchen counter with your knees over his shoulders to start.

But it's when he takes you upstairs to him room and puts you in a mating press that he really gets worked up. It's the way he's able to rest his hips against yours, how his tip kisses your cervix with every thrust, the thought of filling you to bursting with his seed...

Asmodeus

He has his own bathroom for more than one reason. Asmo enjoys to have sex face-to-face in the bath. The intimacy, the warmth, the wet slide of your bodies against each other as you ride him or he guides your movements, he loves it all.

He also loves sitting you in his lap in front of the full-length mirror in his room. Having you watch where he disappears into you, how your fluids combine and make a mess of his silk sheets. He likes to watch how your tits jiggle with every thrust and the beautiful expressions you make when you moan his name.

Satan

Satan's a goddamn freak, okay? You have the option to fuck him in front of not one, but TWO of his brothers. He has no qualms. None whatsoever. I fully believe he'd bend you over the dinner table in front of God and everybody just to show them that he can. That said...he likes to bend you over. Tables, desks, study carrells in the library, the back of the couch in the HoL library (while Lucifer is in his office, of course), you name it. The best part? At least one of you can read while he does.

Jokes aside, Satan is also a hopeless romantic and I think he'd also enjoy lotus. Sitting with you in his lap, your arms and legs wrapped around him, foreheads touching as he rocks into you slow and deep...

Levi

Sweet Levi. He really, really, really wants you under his desk, sucking him off while he games. He's so red and stuttering so bad the first time he asks, but after that, he starts to get bold and will gently push you under the desk and spread his legs.

I also think Levi is another one who would enjoy spooning. Poor thing is so anxious most of the time that I don't think he'd be comfortable with eye contact at first. So, you facing away from him is the way to go. He can hold you close, maybe even wrap his tail around you, touch you to his heart's content, but he doesn't have to be nervous about you watching him.

Mammon

He likes to fuck you in his car. Full stop. Doesn't really matter the position as long as you're in his car with your pants off. He really likes to put the seat back and have you ride him, though.

Mans is also a massive switch. Like. Switchiest switch to ever switch. As such, he enjoys when you peg him. Either bent over his couch or pool table, or with his legs over your shoulders in bed. (Call him a good boy, too. He might combust.)

Lucifer

I'm probably gonna catch some flak for this, but this man is the horniest motherfucker in the game and he is ready to fuck as soon as you are. Whenever, wherever, however, he is down. Now, that being said...

One of Lucifer's favorite pastimes is spreading you out on his desk with the door open for all of his brothers to hear. It's especially fun when they've been a particular nuisance lately, as it serves the dual purpose of letting off some steam and punishing his brothers. All this with your consent, of course. He's a gentleman, after all.

I also think that Lucifer would be particularly fond of lotus or face-off. One where you can move at your pace and he can worship you, but that he can still take over if he wants. He thinks you're absolutely perfect and he likes to be able to show you. Face-to-face positions are perfect for that.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #sassy dearest #cute moots #☆whispers from the wood #this took so long to write lol

483 notes · View notes