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dxmoness · 1 month

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“Saintess?” The demon of a man before you coos as he comes closer. He seemed so innocent, his feigned innocence made your skin crawl.

His silken robes are splattered with blood, the same blood of your fellow saints. You couldn't even bear to look into his eyes. Estes stood there, watching you tremble like a leaf in the wind. A dark, wicked grin is on his face while his eyes are full on black with purple pupils.

What was once the sleeping king of the elves was now one possessed and controlled by the demons who have overwhelmed the temple's regions.

A step then another was made as he inched closer towards your shaking figure. Your hands are clasped together for you had been in prayer. And yet when he realized this, he only did so much as laugh.

“How adorable of you to think that the gods can hear you pray and give you help at a time like this...” He continues to step closer while he practically purrs those words. “Need not worry, my darling saintess. I’m not going to hurt you.” He finally reached you, leaning down so he can caress your soft supple skin.

You flinch when his fingers make contact with your skin, cringing with disgust. It took every bit of your willpower not to wrench his hand away from your face.

“W-What do you want from me?” You demand, trying to act tough and failing miserably in doing so. You're still trembling and your voice shakes as you speak. Not to mention, it was very faint and weak due to your fright.

He graces you with a laugh as he continues stroking your cheek, his index finger lifting your chin so that you could meet his fearsome gaze. “I want you.” His answer was so simple and so straightforward. It made you shudder.

Why so? Why you of all people? Sure, you were supposed to ascend to the position of high priestess when the time is right but now that this has occured that time will never happen. This made your heart sink but you remind yourself that the Moon Gods made this happen.

“Why?” You croak out, tears filling your eyes as you feel so scared and pressured to stay right here with him. But he gently wipes those tears away and stares at you with his eyes that filled with you with horror. Those eyes... They looked horrifying, yet strangely had some sort of comforting message in them.

He shakes his head and doesn't answer anymore. Instead he stands, stays there for a moment and then surprises you by dragging you by the hair.

You shriek in pain as your arms flail, trying to free yourself from his unhindered grip. A futile attempt. You find yourself being dragged to the body of the once high priest. His eyes are milky white as his corpse lay there, blood oozing clearly from the mark that travelled from his stomach to his neck.

Your eyes fill with tears once more, you can't bear to look anymore. You shut them tightly, trying not to cry but also trying not to vomit from the stench of blood and body fluids that fills the air.

“Look. The high priest is dead, your time has come to ascend.” Estes’ voice is void of any emotion as he pulls you back by the hair harshly. “I said look.” His voice made you shake your head as you begin sobbing uncontrollably.

“Look or I will make you.” This is his last warning. His voice implies it. You sniffle as your eyes fly open in fear of him doing worse than he already is. The combination of the gruesome sight of the high priest's dead body and the stench that emitted from it made bile start coming up from your stomach.

“Please...no more.” You beg him to not let you look any longer. He nods, satisfied by your obedience and drops you. Your body falls in between the dead, your feet and hands scrambling to get yourself up.

He stands by you, watching. As if he waits for you to do something that annoys or infuriates him. You don't say anything though which gains a rather satisfied smirk from him. His hand moves to grab your hair again, reeling you back so you can face him instead of the bodies around you.

“It will be like this from now on. You will obey my orders, and if you fail well...” He gestures to the bodies piled up around them. “I will drag you back here so you can reflect on your misdeeds.”

You sniffle as you nod, remaining silence for your own safety. He smiles eeriely as he motions you to follow him.

The sky is blood red outside and there are the audible cries of the moon elves fighting for victory against their opponents, the demons. The fight is failing. The king only smiles at that. You can only pray that it doesn't get worse than this.

➷ ( notes ) — no tags at the moment so I'll just give a little insight on this. I thought of making a fic about Estes falling into the hands of the demons and him being controlled by them, now being in the dark side instead of light. Thank you all for reading fully, if you did! If you'd like to be tagged via ask, comment or message. See you in the next fic, thank you for reading! ❀

➷ ( characters ) — estes, mobile legends. ❀

#{ ♡ heartstrings — fics }#mobile legends #mobile legends x reader #mlbb #mlbb x reader #estes x reader #mlbb estes x reader #tw: possession #tw: blood #tw: dark themes

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kit-williams · 4 months

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Just Let us Adore You

tw: Polycule/Polyandry/Reverse Harem (Idk if these are the right terms the google machine says so), Male Yandere(s), Obsession, Possessive Males, Obsessive males

Protective Head: Sor Delyn Flirty Wing: Kazi Delax Dependable Wing: Moremo Klaek

How did they get here? Sor watched over the throng of people as their little Dove was once more trying her peaceful protests. Kazi and Moremo were the closest to her just in case anything went wrong. Sor had hopped the scare would push her into letting them take control and do things their way... but they couldn't say no to her. How passionately she believed! Sure her partner in crime left after Moremo started taking more responsibilities and they could tell his heart wasn't fully in it as she was.

How did they get here. The Raven Guard was simply sending a small amount of brothers to check on this planet... they weren't keeping up their tithes and they had always been good to the sons of Corax. Sor, Kazi, and Moremo were the last 3 left from the ambush, and from their Dove not long after such they announced their break away from the Imperium. But their darling... she was on their side. She figured and hoped, God Emperor bless her, hoped that she could do things in a way that didn't lead to violence. The brothers saw the writing on the wall and so they attached themselves to her group and began to cultivate the eventual power claws that would have to come out.

Originally... they were just going to get rid of her but they needed a human element... they needed her. Sor felt guilty at what was most likely going to happen but he couldn't say no to they way her eyes glistened and shone, desperate to believe that the humble movement she started wasn't heading towards the inevitable violent conclusion. Her old second in command put it very succinctly, "You'll either succeed or become the first martyr." But, he and his brothers would be there to wipe and kiss away her tears... most likely Kazi would be the first to get his hands on her to distract her.

Depending on how things went it was a toss up between himself and Moremo who got to be with their little visionary next. Sor still feels so dirty yet still on a delicious high after he scared her... he knew they were going to try and kill her... he found their roost and just made sure to miss by a hairsbreadth. The way she clung to him once they got back to the nest, he was the defacto "muscle" and "protector". Kazi was the most "human" of the group being far more cheerful than usually morose ravens... and so was Moremo but he had a way about him... a charisma that Kazi lacked... he was diplomatic. Sor just made sure all the bad things went away... Kazi just made sure she always was happy... and Moremo just made sure that everything was going smoothly.

The screams started as the body double dropped. It was a precaution that Sor had begged their Dove to consider and she was more than willing to die to help bring the planet back into the Imperial fold. They were unwilling to let her become a martyr for this. Perhaps Moremo was right, they were latching on to the mortal too hard and too quickly, hypocrite was latching too. They were still mourning their last shared beloved but she reminds them so much of her.

"Move out make sure they don't slaughter the Civvis." Sor groused as he pulled out his rifle and began to turn traitors into mist.

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Kazi adored their little revolutionary! But she just was far too stubborn. She kept dodging his affections for her... playing them off as just being grateful flirtations for keeping them hidden from the traitorous government. Which was partially true, but she just was such a darling!

It was easy for him to pull her away from her old second in command... or rather situationship. Oh the poor man had no chance when three angels came to her asking for a safe haven. Kazi would swear on the Codex Astartes that he saw her blush and the wonder in her eyes as they humbly asked for a haven. It only took a little bit of training to get her to stop flinching when he would touch her, her hair, the curve of her hip, her waist... it took more after that to get her to just accept the fact that they could and would pick her up and move her.

Oh it was cute the fish out of water look on her face, the indignit frown, or the cute giggles as she pretended to be angry at being put under his arm as he carried her off or over his shoulder. Kazi found it very hard to not give her a spank when he threw her over his shoulder. He was the one to put forward that she should start sleeping with one or two of them. Playing off the wording as being just an astartes and above mortal phrasing. He's certain she could handle two of them at once. The nest he played off the accidental gropes as just trying to get her... him being hard? Adrenaline dear Dove and certainly not from her sweet scent.

Oh even Sor came round at night during her ovulation as that was one of the few nights they would lock the door and all three would rest in the room with her, though they would hardly get rest. But now was hardly the time to think about that. Kazi popped up from the cover and fired several rounds of bolt shot into the armored vehicle.

"So who is going to comfort our Dove when we get back." Kazi said looking around for a moment as the cabin of said vehicle was quite red.

"Now is hardly the time to discuss." Moremo groused.

"I mean she's going to be so upset..." He cooed.

"And shaken up. So it's going to be Sor. You know the deal." Moremo replied causing Kazi to frown.

"Well certainly then I get to be next."

"Wrong again Sargent." Moremo huffed, "I'll probably be next as we will have to discuss business before pleasure."

Kazi just frowned harder and perhaps chucked a brick, astartes strength hard, at a statue and watched a decent chunk of it break. Well he would get his chance to comfort and soothe their little dove once they were given control of the movement. Then all their Dove had to do was just make a few speeches occasionally and be there for them to find comfort in.

Kazi turned on his heels and rushed down the road.

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Moremo knew that he had all but in name hijacked her movement the moment he became the second in command. Sor had hijacked it by allowing the more violent elements in while Kazi distracted her from noticing how militant her peaceful movement was becoming. He sighed as he was the last to fall for their sweet Dove.

He tried his hardest to not fall for her. They were still mourning their last Dove. Kazi had taken her death the hardest so him trying to latch onto another Dove so quickly wasn't too shocking. But when Sor latched on... seeing his quiet and tender Brother being held by their Dove... oh he knew she was for them. Her, as Kazi called it, Situationship Second in Command was trying to pull her away from them. To have her abandon their movement as soon as the brothers wanted to get involved.

Oh Kazi and he found it laughably easy to cock block the man. To pull her away... to see the jealousy seethe beneath the skin as they continued their affectionate gestures. Moremo had moved in after the fight that their Dove and that man had... she didn't deserve to be blown up at... he just was wildly jealous as they were space marines and as they had told her... were above mortal wants and affections.

He relished holding the tender Dove in his lap as he nuzzled her cheek just distracting her with all the bird noises he could make... the coos and whistles as he wooed her with several mating calls. Their Dove knew eventually that they would probably take over and he felt so very honored when she started to give control over to them. He took up the mantle of second in command.

He was the one to help convince her to sleep with them. He was able to spin it with Sor's help as she would be safer with two of them around her. It wasn't exactly a lie... but perhaps their intentions were less than pure. Where Kazi steals touches... Sor gets hugged by her whenever he isn't expecting it... Moremo steals her time the most.

"I've cleared out my section." He speaks, "We should head back we will need to assure everyone that our Dove isn't dead."

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Sor was allowed his solo time in the nest with their Dove. Kazi watched like a bird with its feathers wet as she was sobbing into Sor's neck. He was crooning into her hair as his large hands rubbed her back. Moremo was currently mobilizing several branches of their operation. She pulled her head back and looked into Sor's black eyes with her wet looking ones, "I didn't want anyone to die!"

Kazi opened his mouth but Sor shot him a glare. When he wanted time with the Dove... Sor did not share. He was private with his affection... and wanted it to remain intimate, "I know sweetheart... but she knew the risk. She was willing to do this for you."

"What do I tell her family?" She sobs feeling guilty over what has happened.

"She will be remembered as a martyr for the cause. She will be remembered as giving up her life to help bring your planet back into the embrace of the Imperium." Sor says softly into her hair. "We need you to get a hold of yourself Dove. We need you to make a recorded speech."

"Why me? I'm hardly a charismatic leader. I'm just a crybaby who got in too deep." She says sniffling.

"Because we trust you. You hold the trust of three Astartes. Remember that is quite powerful." Had they not cared so deeply for their Dove... months ago someone else would have taken over. But by the Emperor there was so much blood on their hands from seditious elements inside of her own "faction". No they didn't want their Dove to be ousted she was going to be their voice.

Moremo walked over and looked inside, "Are you ready little Dove?"

She pulled away from Sor and followed the Raven.

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She could feel herself getting a headache from all the crying... the speeches... the whirlwind of the day. The bed was so soft as she put an arm over her eyes just thinking about the events of today. She officially announced how her movement was leaving behind its peaceful roots only to take them back up once they were back in the fold. How she was handing over leadership to the Ravens... she wasn't exactly stepping down but she wasn't keen on running a violent thing.

She didn't understand why they wanted her around...

"Look at her..." She heard Kazi whisper from her left, "so pretty." Something she was use to hearing him say but the way he said it this time left something in her stomach.

"She must be tired from today." Moremo said from the right of her.

The soft closure of the door... and the click of the lock made her hold her breath for a moment. She was scared to move the arm over her eyes as the air practically tasted different. Charged with electricity that she was unfamilair with... and charged with a high voltage. The bed sank as she felt her knees pulled apart and moved her arm to see Sor kneeling between them. His eyes suddenly seemed to be fully black... she looked between the three and could see their eyes being fully black.

Her heart was racing as the three of them leaned in

Sor pulled her hips to his as he gyrated them just looking at her with unabashed adoration. "You did so good today." He cooed as she pulled back till her back was against the headboard.

"Such a good dove!" Kazi said as he crawled onto the bed causing her to flinch and jump.

"You did your part well little Dove. Thank you for handing it over to us." Moremo said crawling on the bed as well as she was now encircled.

She swallowed the fear as best as she could, "I... I did my best." She could see such unhinged adoration in Kazi's eyes but Moremo's black eyes were also drowning her in adoration. She yelped as Sor pulled on her ankle and she was on her back as the three of them crawled closer to her. Her breathing was quickening as she looked between the three Space Marines. "So... so what happens to me now?"

"We protect you... you're still the face of the movement." Sor said before his mouth latched onto her neck. Intimately kissing the crux of her neck and shoulder blade before sucking a large hickey into her skin. Her breath shuttered as she couldn't help it... she liked Sor... she liked the three of them. They watched their Dove's eyes unfocused and how she sucks on her bottom lip.

"Yes Dove... you need to be kept safe and make our speeches." Kazi turned her head toward his as his thumb pressed on her chin and opened her mouth as he cooed and leaned in for a kiss.

"So please little Dove just keep our nest warm." Moremo panted softly as he latched onto the other side of her neck and left his own hickey. Her eyes closed as her tongue gently played with Kazi's before he and Sor switched spots.

Kazi sucked on the hollow of her throat feeling the way she swallowed as Sor kissed her. His tongue less gentle than Kazi's taking a more dominant approach. When Kazi pulled his mouth away with a pop he grinned down as the three looked at the large hickies on her skin as she laid there with swollen lips. Her arm covering her eyes again as her cheeks were darkened from a blush on her face.

"Should we show her how much she means to us?" Kazi cooed and she once more shyly uncovered her eyes to look up at them as they looked down at her with nothing but adoration in their eyes.

How could she say no to such adoration?

#tw: poly #tw: yandere #tw: obsession #tw: possession #x reader #Raven Guard #Raven Guard x reader #warhammer 40k #Warhammer 40k x reader #Yandere #Yandere Space Marine #Space Marine #Yandere Raven Guard

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batwynn · 6 months

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When they come back wrong... or not at all.

#Sterek #Teen Wolf #horror comic #demon!Derek Hale #horror #Tw: undead #Tw: major character death #Tw: murder #Tw: body horror #Tw: blood #tw: possession #tw: amputation #tw: eye horror

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conjuringgifs · 8 months

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Spencer Charnas in the Funeral Derangements music video

#spencer charnas #ice nine kills #tw: possession #tw: blood #i'm sure the INK and Spencer tag are sick of seeing my username at this rate huh?

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ravensroleplays · 5 hours

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Decided to draw a scene from my own fanfic.

Specifically, that scene from the last SOtF chapter...

If you 'like' my art, I kindly ask that you also reblog it.

#my ahit au #my ahit fanfic #hat kid ahit #snatcher ahit #tw: possession #spoilers

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lena-after-dark · 1 year

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Pairing: Possessed!Josh Lambert x Reader

Prompt: Imagine Josh's obsession with you coming to a head after his possession.

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: Stalking. Kidnapping. Detainment. Possession.

He didn’t know what it was about you. Maybe it was the sound of your laugh or the way you told stories. He always knew you were around, even before he saw you. He could feel your presence in a room and would immediately feel a wave of comfort. From the moment he’d met you, Josh had been completely enamored by you. He wouldn’t admit it, of course, and tried to keep his feelings at bay, but you were always on his mind.

Josh wanted to be around you any chance he could; he’d sit with you during lunch, and offer to stay late to grade papers with you so you wouldn’t be alone. It never seemed like enough for him, though. When your car suddenly died, he’d give you a ride to and from work. He’d always make sure that you made it inside - occasionally sitting outside for a while to watch your shadow move through the windows.

Sometimes he found himself following you when you left, curious about where you were headed. Before long, he knew your routine well. He knew which grocery store you preferred and the cafe you’d meet your friends at. He even learned about your friends - just to make sure they were the type of people worthy of your time, of course.

All of the information that Josh had learned about you came in very handy for Parker Crane, posing as his host to try to integrate into the living world. Josh’s… infatuation with you was something that struck Parker right away. He was going to live a normal life, he decided, in Josh’s body. But could he truly, with the gnawing feeling that he had to have you near him prodding at him? It nearly drowned out the voice of his mother. The two mixed together - her insistence mixed with Josh’s obsession couldn’t be ignored for long.

Parker- no, Josh. He was Josh now. Josh decided that he would start a new life with you. You two would be happy. He’d make sure of it. You’d come to love him and you’d be a family no matter what.

“Josh, are you alright? I’ve been trying to reach you for days now. You look sick. Is everything okay?:

“It is now. May I come in?”

You already trusted him enough to let him in your home well after dark, and you didn’t seem to mind the bag he had with him, either. Josh grew ever more certain of his plan as you embraced him in a hug. He couldn’t help it - he buried his head in your neck and inhaled, taking in your scent. You pulled away, giving him a quizzical look. He didn’t acknowledge it.

He’d been sick, he told you. Had to be hospitalized, but everything was fine now. He continued to comfort you while you spoke - and even more so as he wrapped a chemical soaked cloth around your mouth, holding it there until you were unconscious. He wrapped you up in a dark sheet and quickly brought you back to his mother’s home, undetected. He’d keep you in the basement until he could make the other preparations.

It was difficult to say how long you were down there. Josh would bring you sustenance and let you up to relieve yourself, but it was difficult to gauge even with that how time was passing. He was quite attentive for a kidnapper. He’d brush your hair and bring you fresh clothes (had he taken them from your house?) He even brought a radio down, played low, to keep you from the silence. At times it would turn to static and you could swear you heard your name from the other side.

When at last Josh was himself again and you were released, the things that had to be explained to you were incredible to hear. Even when you were shown photo and video evidence, it was a lot.

“So… it’s really you now?”

“That’s right. Y/N, I’m sorry. I don’t know how or why you got swept up into this. I hope… well, I hope you’re alright.”

He knew he’d have to give you space, and that your trust would return in time. Tucker and Specs were the ones to take you home while Josh worked to clean up the remnants of what Parker had done. He stood in the basement, the rope that had held you in place in his hands. He looked at that spot you’d been kept in for a while, then down to the restraints that held you. For a moment, a thought crossed through his mind.

But surely that was just the last pieces of Parker’s psyche within him. Wasn’t it?

Originally posted here.

Buy Me A Coffee?

#insidious #insidious reader insert #insidious imagine #josh lambert #josh lambert imagine #josh lambert x reader #dark!josh lambert #possessed!josh lambert #dark!josh #possessed!josh #reader insert #imagine #possession #tw: possession #stalking #tw: stalking #parker crane #parker crane x reader

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undead-merman · 6 months

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Day Twelve: Possession

Ivory Wraith and GN-Pc

Contains dubcon, possession, tentacles, fucking of holes not meant to be fucked, mind break.

You could never run. It always managed to find you, always creeped around waiting for its chance. An invisible predator always at your heels. You tried the farms, the woods, even under your own bed.

So you find yourself at the beach surrounded by people you don’t know just to have some kind of shield, or at least that’s the hope. The people filter around you, drinks in hand, as they chatter and fluff about. Some have their eye on you, but you can’t spend the energy to care about a few stray looks. You had to keep your eyes out for one specific gaze, a crimson stare that always manged to spot you. Always. You held a red solo cup, though it was still full. You didn’t touch it at all. You had used it as an excuse to keep people from talking to you as you scouted the party. Eyes, so many eyes.

You brushed off a few people, some that gotten more grabby than others, but when you stomped on their foot, you might have also scared them with that look on your face. It was probably unhinged. You couldn’t really find a fuck to give.

A breeze blew past, colder than most. The chill sent a paranoid shiver up your spine. Doubt then suddenly flooded your mind. Your plan wasn’t working, was it? Even surrounded by people, you still couldn’t hide yourself? When you heard the whisper of your name on the wind, it all but confirmed it for you. You threw down your cup, you didn’t even hear the man yelling at you for staining his pants, you simply pushed your way through the crowd. You shoved past dozens of people, not sparing them another glance until your bare feet hit the sand. Until you could no longer see the lights of the seaside social.

Your breathing was heavy, you could feel your heart racing, sweat leaking down the back of your neck. Yet you could still hear it. It simply had to be the wind, right? With how faint it really was, could you trust your own ears? Even with how much you were stricken with terror? The Blood moon hung high in the sky casting a ruby light on everything, the shadows were even deeper there.

“I will always find you.” like it was your lover’s breath in your ear.

Your fingers twitched and suddenly went cold and numb. The feeling crawled up your arm as you fell into the sand. Your arms were suddenly not your own as they reached up and started gropping you. One hand a bit too rough on your crotch and the other shooting up your shirt and scratching at your nipple, bring a tear to your eye.

“You and I are inseparable.” you could feel their long hair around you as if it was your own, violently masturbating with hands that are ice-cold on your own body. It was shameful that it was bringing such lewd noises out of you. Had you really been that pent-up from the paranoia? You caught yourself grinding into those numb fingers.

Fuck, it feels so good. The entity behind your alien hand syndrome knew your most sensitive spot, even more intimately than you knew your own body. Pinching your swollen buds, pulling them, even flicking them, making you gasp and whimper. Your fingers slipped into your undies and start stroking feverishly. You were so vulnerable, your clothes were being wiggled out of without your knowledge, simply too focused on the pleasure. It was wrought out of you, milking you as whispered threats were sung into your ear with jubilation.

You came with a scream that was eaten by an ice-cold mouth. Lips collided with yours and you saw their face. Ivory pale with no color anywhere besides their empty red eyes. Even that long wavy hair felt like a cage as it framed the both of you. Your entire body went numb, surely the wraith had sucked out your very soul.

A prisoner in your own body. You could feel every grain of sand against your back but could not even blink, your body was theirs to puppet. They prep your body, spreading your legs, opening your lips. The scream you wanted to let out didn’t even squeak when you felt the cold slither of snakes against your flesh. You knew far too well those tendrils were not mortal. They pressed against your stomach, wiggling into your bellybutton, your lips, every hole it tried to slither inside, not even your ears were safe.

With a hive mind rhythm they all pushed in at the same time. Your body provided no resistance as they invaded your innards. Each push sent a static of ecstasy that sent heat from your holes up your spine into your brain stem and into your Parietal lobe, turning it into goo. Even the tiny pseudopods that fucked your ears, which made deafening squelching sounds, felt like they were working you to orgasm. They weren’t even organs anymore, just fuck holes.

From your overly wet eyes that were spilling fat globs of tears, you could make out two more, and your heart sank. Where else could they possibly violate? Turns out, your nose was another prime sexual organ. It tickled all the way up to your brain, you could even feel the pleasure behind your eyes as the explosive force of euphoria. You wanted to scream, needed to, but your mouth was not your own and was occupied.

Even when you reached your peak, they drew out the feeling more and more as each orifice was thrust into more and more, making your nerves burn with pleasure so deep it felt like pain. Your guts were filled with a clear fluid that you could see squirt out of your hole. You could feel your stomach bloat from both ends. Shot after shot you could feel each appendage cum inside each hole, leaving a sticky yet warm sensation. It slowly heated, adding to a sudden need to keep going, to cum over and over again.

Slime dripped out of your nose, ears, and mouth in thick gooey clumps as they pull away. But with their tanks empty, you were able to briefly take control of your limbs once more. You seized it. Pulling back a pale tentacle, you licked up the drooling spend pouring out of your mouth and pulled the smallest little tendril back. You stroked it lovingly, offering it a place to be warmed and to fuck once again by your snotting nose. You offered a loving smile up to that sickly monster.

And it returned the kiss with its own sinister smirk.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #the ivory wraith #dol ivory wraith #tw: dubcon #tw: possession #tw: tentacles #tw: mind break #ivory wraith fucks every hole you have including your ears and nose

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tomboyjessie13-artblog · 3 months

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I've been rewatching a bunch of ritual games on YT and wanted to draw something related to it again like I did years ago, this time with Jojo instead of Evillious.

One last thing before we get to the drawing though:

DO NOT PLAY THIS GAME, IT IS A VERY DANGEROUS RITUAL, DON'T EVER PLAY IT! Here's why: Link

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One day in Morioh, the school Tomoko works at is holding a teacher's convention in Tokyo, so she tells Josuke that she'll be gone for two days so he'll have to look after himself for a while(with Medea checking in on him).

During one of his classes, he overhears some students talking about a Japanese ritual game called "Hide and Seek Alone", which first appeared online in 1985 and has since regained popularity, he clearly dismissed it until lunchtime when curiosity got the best of him.

At the school's computer room, he checks it up and finds that the game is real, and it came with a set of instructions and warnings, so he printed them out just in case.

At World History, he goes to Medea and asked if he can borrow her sister-in-law's ofuda, with the excuse of protecting himself from enemy Stand users. Despite insisting that they don't work on Stands, she agrees to bring them over later to help him relax.

At night, Josuke got all the supplies ready, including a teddy bear from a store(whom he names Murdoc for the ritual), he follows the rules correctly and hides in his late grandpa's wardrobe in the living room.

After a long while, Josuke started to think that the ritual was bogus until [Crazy Diamond] appeared. While wondering why his Stand showed up, he starts hearing creepy laughing and scissors snipping.

Josuke took a quick peek outside and nearly choked on his salt water upon seeing the doll walking around, armed, and looking for him. He now understood why his Stand appeared so suddenly, he protected him out of instinct just like [Star Platinum] with Jotaro.

Quickly both Josuke and [Crazy Diamond] jumped out and ambushed the doll, drenched in it in salt water and yelling "I win!" repeatedly until he ran out of breath.

The next morning, Josuke told his friends about what he did the night before and how traumatizing it was, Medea overheard the conversation and became absolutely furious with him and rightfully chewed him out for putting his own life in danger messing with these occult rituals.

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*Note: Realistically the ritual was first discovered on online Japanese horror bulletin boards around 2006/07, not 1985, but let's pretend that this was a thing before the "Universe Reset" just for funsies, shall we?

*The doll is named after Murdoc Niccals, the bassist of the Gorillaz

#tw: possession #artwork #jojo's bizarre adventure #josuke higashikata #crazy diamond #creepypasta #ritual #occult #hide and seek alone #one man hide and seek #demon #teddy bear #scissors

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zuppizup · 2 years

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A Path of Darkness

“Callum!” She dares to take him by the upper arms. They haven’t touched since she came back but she is left with no choice.

He flinched away from her that first night and she didn’t think she could bear seeing that again, so she’s kept her distance.

She can’t now though. His eyes are inky black, staring into space and becoming unresponsive the moment they entered this small cave and activated some strange runes.

“Callum, please!” She shakes him now, desperate to get a reaction. “What’s happening? Speak to me!”

He does turn his head slightly and she prays that he’s heard her but… it’s like he’s listening to someone else. Someone that she can’t hear.

Then there’s a strange buzzing in her ear and she looks around for a moment, wondering if someone is approaching.

Callum stands a little straighter and she looks back to him just as his eyes change. Desperately, she clutches him tighter as the darkness is chased out, his eyes beginning to glow a brilliant bright purple. “Callum?”

It’s not the colour of Dark Magic but if anything this change makes her more uneasy.

He moves his head again and this time it feels almost like he is looking at her. Instinctively she reaches for his face, rubbing her thumb across his cheek and hoping it reaches him.

And then she hears it too.

A voice, deep and rumbling.

She looks around, even though she knows deep down inside this voice is guided by magic. That she will not see the who or where it is coming from.

“She ripped your heart out, didn’t she?”

Rayla gasps at the words, her heart stuttering. She looks back to Callum just as his face hardens.

“Callum, I-”

“Why don’t you repay the favour?” The voice chuckles darkly.

Rayla has barely a second to ponder this before she is hit with a smack across the face. She lands on her rear, her fingers immediately covering where Callum has hit her with a swift backhand. She gasps more from shock than pain, though it is indeed painful.

Before she can collect herself to speak he launches himself at her, snarling as he does so. Gasping, she rolls to the side and out of reach. Sneering, he turns and is immediately back on his feet.

“Callum, stop! This isn’t you.” She pleads with him, with his vacant glowing eyes.

He doesn’t listen though, charging at her once more.

Somersaulting over him, she tries again. “I know you’re in there, Callum. Come back!”

He draws a rune in the air and she looks around desperately for somewhere to escape to. The cave is small, cramped, limiting her movement.

“Fulminis!” Callum triggers the spell.

Leaping into the air she manages to escape the full force of the lightning Callum has launched at her, but she doesn’t escape entirely. She screams as electricity courses through her body, her muscles jerking and disobeying her.

She falls to her knee and it is all Callum needs to catch her. She tries to scramble away but he’s strong and her body is still twitching in the after affects of the spell. With terrifying ease, he pushes her onto her back and pins her waist.

“Callum! Stop!” She tries to push him off. Her blades are crushed against her back, unreachable, though she has no idea how she’d use them to fight Callum. Not without hurting him.

He ignores her protest, grabbing her left wrist and twisting it cruelly. She cries out, that hand always tender after the damage left by her binding. He grabs her other hand before she realises and swiftly pins both above her head. He can easily hold both her wrists in one hand and he uses his now free hand to grab the long pointed dagger he keeps on his hip.

She gasps, her eyes immediately moving to the glinting metal. “Stop!”

“Tear out her heart.” The voice goads him on. “Show her exactly what it feels like.”

Callum raises the knife, his vacant possessed eyes focus on her chest.

Her breath catches in her throat, as she tries desperately to twist from his grip.

“This isn’t you, Callum!” Pleading, she tries to get through to him.

But he doesn’t react, not to her.

She couldn’t protect him. After everything, she has failed. Failed him. Desolation wins out over fear and she feels herself begin to cry. Will whatever has him let him go once she’s dead? Will he wake up to find her cut open, her blood on his hands? She knows he’s hurt by what she’s done but this isn’t him.

This isn’t her Callum.

She doesn’t want him to blame himself once it’s over. If he can still hear her, she doesn’t want her last words to him to be fear filled.

He grips the knife tighter, raising it high above his head before he brings it down savagely.

“I love you, Callum.”

Continued…

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paintedscales · 8 months

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FFXIV Write 2023 :: Day 15

Prompt :: Portentous Characters :: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Estinien [Wyrmblood], Alberic Bale, Nidhogg, Alphinaud Leveilleur, Aymeric de Borel Warnings :: Dragoon Lv50 Quest Spoilers, Heavensward 3.3 Spoilers, Possession, Major Character Death (...? Idk, I asked my partner what he thought because I sat here for a good moment squinting at the implications of the material in question, and he was like, "shrug? technically?") Word Count :: 1,461

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“O mighty Nidhogg! Lord of Dragons!”

Nomin watched as Estinien slowly rose to his feet from his battered state after their battle with one another. Her hands trembled with fatigue around the lance she had taken from Alberic after the fight -- for Estinien had prevented her from having any opportunity past her first arrow to use her bow. She wondered what he had been doing as he raised his hands skyward.

Alberic had lurched forward, his hand outstretched and his face contorted to desperation. He was too late, though.

“Grant unto me thy blood, that I might be granted the claws and fangs wherewith to rend thine enemies!”

Nomin felt her yelp of surprise that caught in her throat as the sky above violently ripped open in a swirl of purple, pink, and black. She barely had time to process it as a dark beam shot down and engulfed Estinien, and then bathed the immediate area in a flood of white powder as the loose snow dispersed around them.

When the area cleared, Nomin had found herself in front of Alberic protectively. She had not remembered moving to place herself between them, but he had been at the forefront of her mind given Estinien’s earlier statement. His intent to cut Alberic down for defiling any trust that he had prior. However, as Nomin stood between the two, she felt a tug of surprise from Estinien.

“...Nomin!? Th-This is impossible! It cannot be!”

Without feeling as if she were in control, Nomin had leapt and struck at the ground. White aether shimmered and burst forth, and when it faded, Estinien had been nowhere to have been seen. All that was left were Nomin and Alberic both looking where he had last been standing. They both looked around, expecting Estinien to be somewhere, but their eyes caught neither hide nor hair of him.

“Forgive me, Estinien… I have failed you once again…” Alberic was heard saying. It was as if he expected the Coerthan wind to carry his apology to wherever Estinien disappeared to.

Turning toward Alberic, Nomin’s expression of concern and disappointment caused him to walk forward and offer a reassurance: “I am fine, Nomin. Somewhat shaken, but otherwise whole of body…”

Alberic’s brow knit together as he recollected the immediate past. He sighed, breath clouding and disappearing into the air. The sadness in his eyes told a myriad of stories and emotions that Nomin could only guess were swirling within him.

“... I can only hope that this meeting -- this conflict -- is not some sign of something portentous on the horizon.” Alberic said, gazing up to the sky above them where they witnessed the dark aether coalesce. “I have much to reflect upon, Nomin. Let us return to the Observatorium.”

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Before Alphinaud and Nomin, Estinien had been transformed back into himself, his form kneeling and panting. He was still being used as a vessel by Nidhogg, the wyrm struggling to keep control with everything he had. The battle against Nidhogg had been arduous and fraught with great danger. However, Nomin had held firm with the aid of stalwart allies to the Scions and Ishgard to weaken the great wyrm that he was rendered back to the form of Estinien.

“Estinien!” Alphinaud called out. He had rushed forward a little ways, though not past Nomin, who was still poised for battle, her arrow drawn back and pointed at the possessed dragoon.

“Is this…to be…mine end?” Nidhogg’s worn, yet furious voice echoed within their minds. He forced Estinien’s body to stand back up in sheer defiance to the idea. “Nay… I will not allow it… I am of the first brood… I am vengeance incarnate… I am Nidhogg!”

Nomin clenched her jaw. Those were words that had resonated with her in some way, some fashion.

Obsessed…

Nomin saw herself in Estinien’s position. Saw herself being used and tormented. Saw herself being used as a weapon of hatred.

“Thou shalt die by my hand!” Nidhogg shouted through Estinien, raising the lance still within his grasp. He readied himself to lunge forward, or throw the lance forward, but was stopped. The red lines of corruption faded as Estinien fought for control.

“This is not your hand, wyrm!”

Whatever control Nidhogg still had forced Estinien’s hand open and thrust it at his throat. Nomin watched with some form of steeled resolve that hid her horror. She could only imagine the turmoil and conflict being waged within Estinien and Nidhogg was forcing him to choke himself.

She had no idea what to do. Should she have shot her arrow that was trained upon his form? End him?

Nomin gave the barest glance in Alphinaud’s direction.

‘No… I can’t. I can’t do that do him… Not after everything.’

Estinien’s desperate scream as he coughed up blood made Nomin’s blood run cold to match the air around her. She felt as a statue holding a bow and arrow -- poised, but unable to feel herself have control to let loose the arrow if the moment called for it. She was shocked.

“Thou…wilt…obey!” Nidhogg’s voice carried both in the air and within their minds.

Estinien -- whatever part of him was in control -- turned his gaze upward. He looked directly at Nomin. He saw her there: his only hope for salvation.

“I would ask one last favor of you, Warrior of Light… Finish me -- now, while I have the beast subdued!” Estinien begged.

‘I̸ ̶c̵a̴n̷'̷t̸ ̶d̴o̴ ̵t̷h̶a̶t̵ ̶t̴o̶ ̷h̸i̶m̸.̵ ̴N̷o̵t̶ ̴a̶f̴t̴e̴r̸ ̸e̶v̴e̷r̵y̵t̴h̵i̴n̸g̵!̵'' Nomin desperately thought, regaining control over her limbs. She threw her bow and arrow down to the ground and charged forward in a sprint, resolve ever guiding her forward. Alphinaud had picked up on the intent and ran as fast as he could behind her.

Nomin slid to a halt onto her knees next to Estinien and forcefully grabbed the Eye that was embedded within his right arm while Alphinaud grabbed the Eye within Estinien’s left shoulder. As Nomin dug her fingers and nails deep into the socket and the Eye itself, corrupted aether spilled forth in a burst, crackling the air around them.

“You waste your time. Kill me! It is the only way! Ending Nidhogg…will be my final duty…” Estinien reiterated his desperate plea to be killed.

“Shut…up!” Nomin yelled at him. “The only one to die to day is…Nidhogg!”

“You can’t die like this! I won’t let you!” Alphinaud cried above the crackle and thrum of corrupted aether.

The Eyes flashed gold before another burst of scorching, electrifying aether seared up both Nomin and Alphinaud’s hands and arms. Both gasped and screamed in pain, but their holds remained firm upon the Eyes. They were both resolved to remove them with all the power they had. Even with as hard as Nidhogg continued to fight them in what way he could.

Only a few moments longer of enduring the pain, the burn, surely they would have prised the Eyes free. However, a soothing feeling washed over both Nomin and Alphinaud. Familiar hands had placed themselves upon their own. When they looked, the visages of both Haurchefant and Ysayle greeted them. Warm, familiar, and both offering a peaceful smile that instilled a brimming sense of hope.

It was this that allowed both Nomin and Alphinaud to finally succeed -- to finally rip the accursed Eyes from Estinien. His mouth fell open as his screams of pain filled the air. So harrowing were they that Nomin still heard him ringing within her horns even after Nidhogg’s soul had been separated from Estinien’s body and soared ever heavensward.

“Undone by mortal will. Whither now…?” were Nidhogg’s last heard words before his form dispersed and faded.

Haurchefant and Ysayle had left back to the star, and Alphinaud had toppled over onto his back, Eye within his grasp. As for Estinien, he laid unconscious on the stone. Nomin looked at the Eye within her hand. Her gloves and half of her sleeves had burned away, and she could feel the stinging burn that ran from the palms of her hands all the way up to the bends of her elbows, wanting desperately for relief. Alphinaud, too, had suffered in much the same fashion.

Both of them had looked from Nidhogg’s Eyes to Estinien’s form. Both of them worried in some way that he had perished even with the efforts they expended to keep him alive.

“The Eyes! Cast them into the abyss!”

Collecting themselves after Aymeric’s voice had cut through the air, both Nomin and Alphinaud sprinted for one of the sides of the Steps of Faith before they both threw the Eyes out as far as they could.

The red orbs flew through the air before they plummeted down into the dark fog that roiled below, hopefully never to be seen again.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv #ffxiv writing #my writing #ffxiv oc #oc: nomin tal kheeriin #estinien wyrmblood #alberic bale #alphinaud leveilleur #nidhogg #aymeric de borel #tw: possession #begging for death #hw spoilers #arr dragoon quest spoilers

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numptypylon · 1 year

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Possessed Callum Ideas

Didn’t want to tack this onto another post, since I don’t do that with potential triggers, but… here’s my ideas for possessed Callum. I don’t see it likely he will do serious physical harm to Rayla or Ez, because Rayla is a romantic interest and Ez a kid and his baby brother.

With Rayla, I see physical attacks as very unlikely, considering their romantic history. Magical attacks/borderline torture… less so. Electrocution, to play into that anger he has for her, making her hurt like she hurt him, or… seeing as ‘Ocean’ is up next and Rayla is scared of water, attempted drowning.

With Ezran, I think a personal betrayal of their bond is most likely, like telling him things that aren’t true but are close enough to hurt, like that he always resented him and never felt like part of the family. Callum knows everything about Ez, and can be cutting when he wants to. Or an upclose and personal physical attack that doesn’t do serious PHYSICAL harm but is really shocking because it’s wee Ez, like a slap or shove.

Soren is the one in danger of physical harm. He’s a crownguard, it’s his job to protect Ezran, he’s an adult. I do lean towards Claudia being the one to hurt him, rather than Callum, and them being split up shortly after, with Claudia uncertain of his fate, or something like that.

My angsty heart is so ready, regardless 😭

#callum #ezran #rayla #soren #the dragon prince #tdp s4 spoilers #tw: possession #tw: torture #tw: violence #tw: drowning

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kit-williams · 4 months

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Toxic Love

tw: Solos is going to mansplain, manipulate, and manwhore his way back to his darling, obsession, possessive, yandere, he is toxic and parasitic, also some body horror because papa Nurgle loves body horror, I guess also the horror of someone calling a Death Guard Daddy is a trigger warning

Trying a larger/curvy reader for this one but its hardly really mentioned

Solos Phorgur the Reaper prides himself on a few things... being picky about his affections is something he prides himself on as some of his brothers are eager to just rush to give their enlarged hearts to a pretty little mortal or fellow brother. Solos was picky on it... where as many of his brothers would be called corpulent and bursting at the seams with Grandfather's love and gifts to the point it weighed them down. Solos was greedy and picky with it and so he was thin and wiry which made him rather quick compared to them. His mouth could pull apart and reveal his complex internal mouth easy to scrape away at the skin and get into the soft parts of a host. That's how his brothers saw him... he was greedy and hardly gave anything back... its why they teased him how he got so little from Grandfather because he was unwilling to trust him.

His relationship to Grandfather was his own and they could fuck right off! But he could give... he just was picky. Another thing he prided himself was his ability to use his words unlike his Da' who thought it would be better to use fists to get his family to do his bidding. Solos enjoyed returning home and putting him in his place! Outside of combat he used his words.

Oh there was his Lovie. Awww she looked so miserable. His mouth pulled apart for a moment as the parts all rubbed against one another. He wanted what was best for his bird. She was a plump little ball of joy. She couldn't help but be happy and love! She was practically begging for anyone and everyone to take advantage of her kindness, many would argue that surly no one who follows Nurgle would do such to another? Solos knew there were always bad actors everywhere and if he didn't have good intentions toward his Love then he certainly would be one of those people he was on the lookout for.

Solos will admit that he had handled their last conversation before he left on deployment... poorly. He didn't want to deal with her whining and her complaining about being lonely. He was there he didn't understand? He was all she really needed, she could interact with some of his friends... she had a few family around... he didn't like her friends they put stupid thoughts into her head. He was livid to come back to his quarters and see no trace of her... she left a note saying that she was done with him.

Solos had thanked Grandfather for his patience as he was tempted to rip through the ship to find his Lovie and give her a piece of his mind. Though the first problem was to find her.... he decided to play her game and give her space and let her realize how miserable she was without him. He was the bigger man... an astartes sized man in fact. Some of the mortals he trusted were his eyes and ears in finding his bird. She had moved several times and it took them ages to find her.

Solos was distraught at where his bird was hiding. Probably the fact that she hadn't bothered to cover up his mark on her was the only reason she was alive and untouched! But... she wanted space... she wanted her own life... she wanted to make her own mistakes. And Solos was going to let her and let her realize how much she needed him and when she did he was going to accept her back with loving arms. He didn't hate his bird... his Lovie... on the contrary his mates had to keep convincing him to keep going with his plan. He needed his host beloved back.

She was crying on the bench. She was barely keeping everything together and Solos knows if his mark wasn't on her she would have found herself in some unsavory situations. He already had gotten calls to "pick up" his cultist. She tucked herself some place alone so that she wouldn't be told to smile for Grandfather. His mates had done a good job of ruining what meager existence she had without him. Hardly a life really... working all the time verses showering Solos with affection... he missed her sweet coos... the way she was so deliciously soft against his boney growths.

He missed his beautiful plump bird under him when he loved her. Leaving his love bites and love bruises from just loving her a bit too hard or eagerly. But Solos believes no one would blame him given the delicious noises his Lovie made under him or the faces of adoration. He had worked himself up into a frenzy when he found out she was seeing others. How dare she share those moments with someone else?! He had them taken care of first. But... she had already been through so much. He watched her answer her communicator and just burst out into more tears as she pulled the device away from her ear.

He softly purred as his underling messaged him with that the, hopefully, final piece was set. His vox "rang" for a moment before he answered and rasped, "Solos."

A slanneshi like sickness raced down his spine as he heard that crying hiccup and a weak little, "Sol..."

"Hi Lovie." He purred, "Or was that to familiar to answer this vox with." He switched to a colder tone in his voice. His overly pink tongue licked those pale lips of his as he could hear her try to muffle that sob. She wasn't calming down or talking... "Lovie?" He crooned, "Do you want me to come by and talk? Is that what you want?"

"Yes." She whimpered out.

"Where are you baby girl?" He hummed while he waited for her to send him where she was and he pushed concern into his voice, "Lovie what are you doing all the way down there?" He listened to her cry again and blather something incomprehensible. "Shhh Shhh Lovie I'm on my way given me a bit." He let her wait 30 minutes before he walked into the hidden little park.

She had calmed down but when she saw Solos he watched her start crying again. He might be developing a kink or something seeing her cry like this. He looked down at her as she ran over and hugged his leg before he just picked her up and let her wrap her arms around his neck in a tight hug. Solos hummed as he took a deep inhale smelling her sickly sweet scent... how her hives were weeping from how much she had been picking at them... a terrible habit of hers.

She laid out so much to him before Solos just spoke up, "But Lovie... I can easily live off of your love to me. Isn't my love enough? Is it not good enough?" He cocked his head to the side, strands of brown hair fluttered off at the sharp movement as his sickly green eyes looked at his Lovie. One of his eyes had three iris in them as he swept over her form as she just looked sad and guilty.

"I never said or implied it wasn't enough. Just sometimes you suffocate me." She looks away ashamed.

"Yet you were saying how much you missed me... how much you missed the way I loved you. You know no one else can love you as much as I do or like I do. My sweet Lovie." Solos crooned his poison laced words to her watching her lashes flutter and her cheeks darken in a blush. Knowing full well that blush descended down to her chest.

"I didn't... realize that." She wiped one of her eyes with her wrist trying to wipe away threatening tears.

"Mhmm but Daddy's back now." He purred as he went in for the kill to latch onto her supple flesh and not let go.

He watched her blush again and hold out her arms toward him sniffling, "Daddy." She just whimpered to him.

Solos couldn't be mad at his Lovie... his best girl... his ultimate good girl for someone as vile as he was. "Yes Daddy is here. But Lovie can't you see? Grandfather gave you to me to help me feel a bit more love in my life. Daddy needs his Lovie as much as Lovie needs Daddy."

"I'm sorry I left Sol." She blithered once more as he tucked her under his chin and purred.

"Shhh lets go get your stuff from your place and move you back into Daddy's quarters where you belong. Okay?"

"Okay." She sighed happily and once more let Solos handle everything like he was suppose to and he appreciated her being such a good girl when she didn't ask questions like how he knew where she was living without asking her.

#tw: Yandere #tw: manipulation #tw: obsession #tw: possession #tw: toxic relationships #tw: toxic behavior #warhammer 40k #Yandere Space Marine #Yandere Death Guard #Yandere #Space Marine #Death Guard #adeptus astartes #yes this is simon riley coded #This might be the closest ya'll will get with me writing simon as a death guard #tw: daddy kink #simon riley coded #simon ghost riley #if you squint

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patauctor-writesandstuff · 7 months

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Oh look, it's Moira's deepest fear! No one ever said having psychic powers made you immune from having them turned against you.

drawlloween2023 with no. 20 Possessed!

#drawlloween #drawlloween2023 #fae #moira #puppet #tw: possession #moth #digital art #fantasy #my oc #spooky #creepy

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abyssalmuses · 7 months

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“ the cost of victory. “ [ :) ]

send in “ the cost of victory. “ for the receiver to respond to seeing the sender collapse after being severely (or fatally) injured just after they win a momentous final battle against their enemy.

(But I got carried away and wrote the entire lead-up to it instead, oops.)

——Once makes a good story.

Heat slammed against Aziraphale’s skin, clogging up his nose with the stench of burning flesh and scorching down his throat. This had to be Hell. It had to be. Where else could such unbearable heat come from?

——Twice makes it look like there is some kind of institutional problem.

He had to find Crowley. The thought chained his mind, dragging him onwards even though exhaustion tried to tempt him to stop.

Angels could not be tempted.

He carried on, with only one thought in mind: he had to find Crowley.

——God does not make mistakes. We simply fail Her. Prove unworthy of Her design.

“Aziraphale! Please!”

There! Aziraphale could hear him! All was not lost! He could find Crowley yet. The demon’s voice was muddied in his ears, but Aziraphale could tell he wasn’t far.

His heart soared. He would find him!

——We make mistakes, Aziraphale. She has given us perfection, yet we still stumble and fall.

“Crowley?”

“A-angel...L-listen to me. Focus on m-my voice…”

Everything was too bright. Hell’s infernal flames, no doubt, blinding him. Aziraphale tried not to let panic strike in his heart; now wasn’t the time. He had to find Crowley. “I...I am listening. I can hear you. Where are you?”

——No, God does not make mistakes, Aziraphale. But when we make mistakes, She makes...adjustments.

He was so tired. So very tired. Aziraphale couldn’t recall when he’d stopped moving. Perhaps the heat had finally got to him.

Ah, had he failed again?

“C-Crowley…? I’m...I’m sorry...”

——Truth be told, I think this should have been done eons ago. Lucifer’s defiance ought to have been the first and last straw. But then again, God does so love second chances.

Why was Crowley laughing?

Why couldn’t Aziraphale see properly? A veil of bright, dazzling white allowed nothing but the dancing edges of shadows to move across his field of vision. Was that...was that Crowley?

“It’s all right...Angel, it’s...it’s all right…”

——Oh, don’t look so surprised. You are an angel, Aziraphale. You were created to obey and carry out the will of God. We’ve simply made some adjustments to ensure angels do precisely that from now on.

“N-n-n-no. No, I...I have to find you, Crowley! Why can’t I see…?”

No. Questions. Asked.

Cold fingers encircled Aziraphale’s hand, making him jump.

“You...you did. You found me.”

——I am the Metatron. I am the voice of God. My words are Her orders.

Cold fingers...wrapped around his hand...his hand...holding a sword…

The heat...fire. Not hellfire.

——Find him, Aziraphale. Find him and smite him.

Aziraphale’s senses slammed into the foreground too late. The blinding white light cleared from his eyes just long enough to see Crowley’s blood-smeared, smiling face. Not one inch of his expression held any trace of betrayal or accusation, despite the flaming sword piercing his torso.

Aziraphale’s heart wilted under the stark, cold truth. His whole body grew numb, his very soul rejecting the sight before him.

“N-no. No, no, no, no, no, Crowley? Crowley!”

With a cry of despair, Aziraphale let go of the sword, catching Crowley just as the demon’s legs gave out beneath him. “Crowley!”

#;; answered #soughtknowledge #tw: possession #tw: mind control #tw: implied death #;; v: supreme archangel (evil)

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