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Hiii! Hell yeah!

Lloyd:

• He loves history! If you don't know much about it, he will let (make) you lay your head on his lap and listen to him ramble about gossipy history facts.

"Did you know Temir Leng captured an Ottoman king along with his wife, locked him in a cage, and made him watch as he raped his wife? The king later killed himself by biting into his wrists." You stare up at him in horror.

• He's a cat person.

• He's into alternative music (duh) and listens to multiple genres: black metal, dsbm, death metal, gothic metal etc.... He's one of those annoying metalheads that shame people for listening to mainstream music. If you listen to popular bands he will judge you, mentally. He doesn't want you to feel bad, but he gags when you tell him what you like.

"Oh you like Deftones? And... Korn...? Uh, cool. Nice bands." He says and grabs your hair, burying your face in his chest as he pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing.

• Satanist.

• Lloyd's got a lot of baggage. He was born from an obsession of a man and a tragedy of a woman. Ran away and never really settled down anywhere... Except that one time he dated some guy, but he doesn't like talking about him.

I'm guessing you would also like some freaky headcanons, if not I'm sorryyyyyy!

FREAK AHEAD!!!

• He loves sex! He's a creepy little freak and he knows it. The only issue is, he needs to love someone for him to be able to fuck. He believes sex is deeply connected with love and it shouldn't happen without it.

• The ex mentioned about taught him a lot, Lloyd is an experienced man! Top? Bottom? Protected? Raw? Toys? Fingers? Quickie? Goonie? He knows it all. He's used to his partner choosing how it happens, but he'll be delighted if you let him choose!

• He likes it rough and fast, but after a few rounds, some cock-warming/slow thrusts and cuddling is his heaven. He will keep kissing your face either ways.

• Doesn't like doggy style, needs to be able to see you.

• Overstimulation? Hell yes! Huh? No, not his, yours.

• If you give him a blowjob, he won't be able to keep himself from holding your head and fucking your throat until it bruises.

• Loves giving oral. He's already obsessed with your spit, he's not gonna give up on your cum. He thinks that way, a part of you is with him.

Louise:

• Really popular with ladies and gentlemen. He's a slut, too. So.

• Tried growing out a beard once, to present as more masculine, hated it. Said it made him look like a molester. Otherwise he's pretty hairy, he doesn't care about it much, people seem to find him attractive either ways.

• Despite not seeming like it, he loves reading romantic classics. "Pride and prejudice"? Yes please! "Phantom of the opera"? Don't make him cream. He loves reading in general. Mc enjoying psychology had a huge impact on him, so expect "No longer a human" and "Metamorphosis" on his shelf.

• He also loves films! Honestly, films that have toxic masculinity in it... Is it concerning? Yes. "Clockwork orange" is his favorite, if that's not the biggest red flag, then I don't know what is. He also loves fight clubs, rants about it often.

• He's a dog person.

• He likes modelling, but his dream job is to be a film director. He'd direct so many movies if he could!

• Hates any alcohol other than expensive whiskey. He will bear cheap vodka if you want him to, though. He will drink piss if you ask him to, he will do anything. You've got too much power over him if you ask me.

• Doesn't like Jenny.

FREAK AHEAD!!!!

• He looooves degrading you. He will call you names, smack you around, pull your hair, choke you, everything! But in the end, he will kiss your tears away and tell you how good you were.

• Under no circumstances are you going anywhere near his ass. He will guard it with his life. Well. If you ask nicely...

• Likes edging you. You will be getting into it, about to reach an orgasm and suddenly he stops. If you beg, he might let you cum. Until then, he cups your sex with his big, hot hand, basically holding your orgasm hostage.

• He's amazing at cunnilingus, a bit awkward with blowjobs, but determined enough to make your toes curl. He also wishes you told him you want to suck him off. He loves that.

Jenny:

• They used to be very, very mean. A bully. You brought them around when you gave them an ultimatum. Ever since, they've been visibly happier.

• The also love books! But uh, they always got bad grades? How?? Either ways, that's the reason they opened up a tiny, unpopular bookstore that pays for their rent and food, barely.

• Chubby!

• They love teasing! It's natural since they used to be a bully. They still bully people but with love.

"You're such a nerd. Cute!!"

• They tend to mask their emotions.

• Has dated 2 people before, didn't enjoy, never again. Silently judges anyone who's poly. You scolded them for that.

• Likes anime and manga! The ones with less fan service preferably.

I feel weird writing freak about a dead person... So...

Andrea:

• Orthodox Christian (catholic on steroids for those who don't know).

• If you're a female, or a queer in any way, she will respect you. However she will feel guilty for having feelings for you and spiral into self hatred.

• She's autistic, so she has hard time reading social cues. When it comes to crime? Better than any other detective in that department.

• Her whole life revolves around work. She eats and sleeps there (and stays underpaid) because she's fixated on a random case.

• She's the oldest of my characters! She's 28!

• She's really empathetic. Venting to her feels like cuddling up with a warm blanket because she's really supportive and helpful.

• She's more into women, but she doesn't want to be. So, she's gone out with multiple men. She's not a virgin either, but honestly, no dick will feel as good as scissoring. Erm- Or so she's heard.

"What I like about guys? Hm. Their... Hair... Skin? Their hairy skin?" She shudders as she thinks of it.

• Has a tarantula named princess. She talks to her sometimes, ranting about work and such.

FREAK AHEAD!!!!

• Rarely does so, but when she masturbates she thinks of tits. Mmmm tits.

• Likes sucking on things... Wether it's a nipple, clit, or a dick, she's happy about it. Swirling her tongue around the bumps, hollowing her cheeks, it feels right.

• She's actually really shy, but also dominant. She will flush and whimper from embarrassment while making you roll your eyes from pleasure.

• Doesn't like the idea of a strapon. God gave us tongues and fingers for a reason.

• With cis men, she's submissive, a pillow princess. If you make her let out a sound, you're probably really good at sex.

That's it!!!! Hope it was enough!!

Hiii!!! I'm really happy you like it!

That guy is my design for another game, which will probably never exist because I can NOT 3d model. It's supposed to be a horror game, something like cry of fear.

Hi! I will! Just... Not now ಠ⁠ω⁠ಠ I'm a disappointment I know I'm sorry, please don't abandon me 💔💔💔 In a few days maybe? If not, feel free to insult me.

That was it!! I'm sorry if I missed any of your messages, I tried to answer every single one! Bye bye and see ya!

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Q&A!!!

Hello!!!! I'm glad you liked the game!!! X33

Louise has cock and balls! He has no piercings tho... I might draw it later and post it on my Twitter account ;3

Hiii! I'm really happy you enjoy playing it :33

Jenny has to be the one who has the longest relationship with mc. They're not quite what we call "underwear friends" in my country, but they've known each other since middle school. Then Ivy has the second longest friendship with Mc (a character I haven't introduced yet), then Louise, Eddy (also a character I haven't introduced yet, who is a patient), Andreas and finally Lloyd.

Hey! Haha, I totally get that he's a sweetheart.

I guess he would be a bit confused at first, since he's not used to much attention (shocking I know, canonically he's supposed to be really handsome), but then he would be overjoyed! Expect no privacy from now on. He tells and shows you everything, so in his mind it's only fair for you to do the same! Otherwise he'd become much tamer, assuming yandere mc won't make him jealous and insecure in any ways. He'd act a lot more normal.... Outside. Inside he will NOT let you get out of the bed ;)

Louise is a guy!

Haha, that's the title of my game! The loverboy is the serial killer, whose identity is not known. He might not even be a man! Finding out who he is, is the main point of the game.

Lloyd:

• He doesn't react to it in a visible way, mentally he's doing backflips.

• Sharing clothes - just like sharing spit, bodily fluids associated with sex and... Skin (🌚) - is a way to get closer to your loved one, according to him. Therefore, he loves it.

• He will dress you in his clothes in a way you might not realize. For example when it's cold outside instead of handing you your own jacket he puts his sweatshirt on you. He might even childishly hide your clothes so there's more chance of you wearing his own.

Louise:

• He loves it! He especially enjoys it if it's few sizes bigger, or smaller on you. If it's bigger, he likes it because it fits in his narrative that when spooning he should be the big spoon. If it's smaller, he likes how it's tight around your curves, showing them off.

• He always makes comments about it when he sees you wearing it:

"Are you trying to tempt me?"

"That's my favorite shirt.... Too bad I'll have to rip it off you."

• He wants you to wear them in public, maybe with his friends around. It proves you're his in a way... Idk he's a freak. I fear my own creation.

I think I've mentioned this before, but Louise used to get bullied. Mc stood up for him and ever since he's been clinging onto them like a puppy. Don't call him that tho, he'll get mad.

Jenny adopted mc like a puppy. They were quite popular at the time, saw what they liked, and took them with no consequences.

Hihi!! Haha, you sound tense. "Lone that is not supposed to be crossed"? Girl, chill out! Treat me like a friend. Also, thank you!

• Lloyd - A mechanic and a cashier. Nothing special or high paying, but it will be explained in the full game.

• Louise - A model! Wow! He's quite popular, especially in the LGBTQ+ community because he inspires other queers.

• Jenny - A bookstore owner. An old shop in a district that's equivalent to Brooklyn. It barely gets visited, so money's tough.

• Andreas - She's an officer at the moment, hoping to become a detective. However, because she's pretty antisocial she barely gets noticed in the office.

• Ivy - A vet! I know you guys still don't know who she is but she's the best I swear I'll drop her design soon!!!

Hello! If you mean in my banner, that's a redesign of Draculaura from monster high I did when I was like 17 XD

Hello!!! I'm really glad you liked it!!!! I'll make reference sheets soon enough! I've got finals coming up in uni so I'm multitasking, but you're all being so patient and sweet!!! Thank you!!!

PART 2

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Sneak peak, don't tell anyone!!

Freakfest

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:3

Here's the twitter link :D

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Giving roses or flowers to each character from the demo to see how they react hehehe (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠)

Here's a very, very poorly made demonstration.

Hope you like it and I'm so, so sorry for being this lazy 😭💔🙏

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Hey love your game can you post about the height of each character from the demo of lover boy? thank you 💕

I'm glad you do! Here's the height chart :D also, answer to the anons below!

Excuse my awful sketches, I'm having the worst art block so far... But yup!

If you're not familiar with centimeters, here's the heights in feet:

• Louise - 6'1ft,

• Lloyd - 5'10ft,

• Andrea - 5'9ft,

• Jenny - 5'6ft (they're under 6ft after, like, 5 minutes of the gameplay 💔)

Aww, thank you! Well now you know!!

Great question! It will be answered thoroughly in the full game but I'll answer as well.

SPOILERS!

So Louise is trans, he came out when he was in middle school and as it always happens, he got bullied a lot. MC, or you, stood up for him! And like sunshine brightens up the whole world, you brightened up his whole world!

I'm so glad and relieved! MC-s are mostly made out innocent or infantilized and I've always been frustrated at that. Maybe I want to feel like billy badass from time to time...

Making MC a possible smoker, drinker and forgive me for the lack of a better word - a whore, was a big risk. Many people look down on people who do that, even if most people do act like that sometimes.

"What if the player isn't a smoker? Or a drinker? Am I not being as inclusive as I want to?" - this question spiraled in my mind. Then I realized making MC a plain piece of paper would be even more awful.

Long story short, your opinion made me feel so much better! Thank you!!! 🖤🖤🖤

Thank you all for engaging with the game and me! Don't be afraid or shy to ask more! Bah bye!

My game :3

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†°~•.My odd Masterlist!.•~°†

• Heyaa! This is a 18+ only space, minors DNI!!! Thank you!

• I write about sex, gore, all the gross stuff so beware.

Original Work!:

†•Frostbite (Yan! Wendigo x Reader):

I. Prologue!

II. Nathan!

III. ...Nathan?! 😨 NSFW!!!

†•Yan! druggie ex boyfriend x reader:

I. Well ain't he a ray of sunshine...

†•Yan! Perfect (but unnerving) husband x reader:

I. At least he makes you cum :D NSFW!!

†•The loverboy!

I. Headcanons!! (Lloyd, Louise, Jenny, Andreas) NSFW!!

Check out my gameuhh!! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

Requests are open!

However, I can't assure you that I'll write them in time or at all, sorry, I'm a bum and trust I make myself suffer for it all the time ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ 👍

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Forgive me for asking such a question! Is dear Lloyd really the murderer? Or will he protect us from the real killer?

Now, you'll just have to find out! What's the fun in spoiling it? Full game isn't even out yet and I'd like my plot twists and points to have a curtain drawn onto them. My only advice for players is that they play attentively not to miss clues and hints.

I'd like to hear your theories about it tho!

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Meet my boys, girls and thems!!

TW: NSFW, BLOOD, SPOILERS FOR THE LOVERBOY!!!

First to last: Lloyd, Andrea, Louise and Jenny (Jenny dies withing the first 5 minutes of the gameplay btw)

Here's a better look!

Treats from Lloyd and Andrea 🫶🫶🫶

Btw ik my proportions are weird don't pay attention to them pls

There are three more characters I choose to keep hidden away from you yet... 😈

If you guys wanna check out my game demo, it's up! It's really short but it's up! And free! And smutty!

Play it and I'm absolutely down for suggestions you might have! Hope you like it!

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There's a big, big line between fiction and reality! Y'all stay safe 🫶🏻

(drawing too)

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Perfect Husband

You didn't have that much experience with guys, and the little things you did experience weren't good at all. Everything felt so... Empty. The "Wyd" texts and shallow conversations at the bar didn't satisfy you. You knew what you wanted, and you decided to go for it.

So when you met him it felt so real and unreal at the same time.. He felt real as in he understood you, he engaged in interesting conversations and knew just what was the best for you.

...And he felt unreal as in he wasn't... Human? Like a man from 19th century novels, he was gentle, polite, relatable but mysterious enough to keep you wanting him. The problem before was everybody acting same, now you were weirded out with how unique he was? You started thinking you were the problem.

Therefore, after a few months of dating, when he set up a beautiful dinner for you two, table set out with candles, flowers, perfectly cooked delicacies and asked you to marry him, you said yes.

You cut the steak and...

"Oh... This seems raw..?"

"It's medium rare, dear. But I won't feel bad if you don't want to eat it." - he smiled.

You felt lucky. So, you cut a piece of it, and put the red, moist and almost slimy piece of meat in your mouth. His smile widened as he watched you do so. You chewed and chewed, trying not to think too much about the texture or the taste, instead washing it down with red wine and forcing a smile.

The night ended with him gently holding and kissing you, while not so gently fucking into you. It felt almost like a reward for accepting his proposal, and the amount of times he made you cum only supported that theory.

The wedding happened shortly after, him making sure it was as big or as small as you wanted.

Everything after that felt like a dream... In a literal sense. You found yourself derealizating on more occasions than you can remember. Feeling dizzy, out of the place and unreal was then a daily accurance for you. And you didn't quite feel comfortable with talking about it with your husband.

But it didn't matter... Not as long as at the end of the day you laid in his arms.

However, even that comfort was broken when only weeks after your marriage, he started staying at his job later and later... As soon as he got home he'd take a shower, too.

Suspecting that your husband was cheating, you decided to follow him one day.

The day went on fine, he stayed at his job til 8, but then he left. You quietly followed, wanting to catch him in the act. He... Went into the woods..? Was he actually fucking someone in the woods? Then you saw another person... But they seemed to not be aware of your husband being there. In fact, he was watching them... Stalking them like a predator would to a prey. The person was obviously wasted, having come in the woods to relieve themself.

Your dear husband got up from his hiding spot, and approached the person... And so you watched in horror as his limbs started twisting unnaturally, making popping and cracking sounds as, his skin changing it's color into a dark red, almost a bloody color. He turned into something incomprehensible... A monster.

His now inhumane looking jaw unclenched, opening so wide he could swallow a man whole, and he took a generous bite out of the person, their bloodcurdling screams not loud enough to bury the sound of your ears ringing.

Something primal and illogical in you made you shriek in fear and devastation, your heart feeling as if it stopped.

Your husband's head turned towards you slowly, and his smile fell.

The dream turned into a nightmare.

Man I just love creepy, cannibalistic, eldrich monsters/gods and not in an only ha they're sexy way (I blame the movie Ritual)

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Honestly.

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Yandere Ex Boyfriend x Reader

CW: Drug use, manipulation, suicidal stuff, Angst, a bit shorter :P

He's doing it again.

I try not to break down immediately as soon as I hear his sick voice, slurring and barely managing to turn words into sentences.

"I... Need you to come here... I took too much..."

I let out a shakey breath. This has occurred so many times, I let out an almost automated response. - "I'll be right there. Got any Naloxone?"

He groans and I sigh, running into my kitchen and looking for it, hoping there's some left after out break up. I grab the bottle and reassure him, before hanging up.

He did it again.

Whenever he's left with a slight inconvenience, he starts taking drugs like a starved man. Sometimes to kill himself, sometimes when desperate for attention. There have been countless times with me holding his hair as he throws up, giving him medicine while trying not to lose my own consciousness because of my boyfriend literally dying in my arms.

His condition was hard on our relationship, forcing me into a miserable life of walking on eggshells and trying to keep him alive by giving him all kinds of attention and love, even when I didn't feel like it...

I decided to send him to rehab, and he was doing fine for a few months, hadn't touched a can of beer even.

Now I don't know how to look into his eyes, with his constricted pupils, his skin void of any color and his skinny, hollowed cheeks.

I zone out, not even realizing when I arrive in front of his building. It's old and probably moldy inside. I quickly run up a few set of stairs, and barge into his apartment, the pills ready in my hand.

"Baby? Is that you?" I hear his voice call out for me. I run into the kitchen and end up absolutely flabbergasted.

"Ah, there you are!" He smiles and hugs me tight, burying his face in my neck and... Inhaling deeply. I look around: the apartment is shitty, absolutely moldy and infested with bugs, but there's a table, poorly set out with a store bought frozen pizza and two paper plates.

"Are- Are you alright?" I ask, confused. "Why... Is the table set..?"

I pull away from the hug.

He looks... Healthy. His cheeks aren't as hollow, his skin has returned to it's saturated color and his pupils... Are dilated.

It doesn't smell like weed, neither.

"Hey... What's the meaning on this? You seem... Fine."

"I... Got better. Now that you're here especially-!" He chuckles awkwardly. "I knew you'd come... For me. I knew you'd never leave me to die... And I wanted to thank you for all the time you kept me alive."

I stare at him, my brows furrowed. "...Thank me?"

He nods, with an uneasy smile.

I huff. "You're disgusting. You lied that you were dying, just to get me here?"

"...I- Yeah, but-"

I tear up. "Is this a joke to you?!" I yell. "All the nights I've spent taking care of you, just for you to try and kill yourself all over again for shit like me not kissing you goodnight?! Not sucking you off?! Don't call me. Even if you're dying, I won't come to save you, never again."

I say the last line calmly, setting the pill pottle onto the table with a loud sound, before turning to leave.

"No.. (Y/N) Don't leave..." He frowns. I ignore him.

He grabs my wrist. "If you leave, I'll actually kill myself. My blood will be on your hands."

"Go fuck yourself."

I roughly remove his hand and slam his front door shut.

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My ringtone awakens me. I groan as I look at the id, and see his name, along with an old photo of us hugging. It burns my eyes in every way. I pick up. "I told you to fuck off. That meant not calling me as well."

"Baby... Please, help me..." I hear him sob into the phone. "Couldn't get anything, my dealer fucked me over... I took some pills and I feel nauseous... I need you, please just come here and- and jus hug... Just make me feel loved like you used to... I don't wanna die alone and sad, I want you by my side...."

I hold my breath. "...You're lying again."

Some time passes and he doesn't respond. "...You there?" I ask.

My heart drops at the lack of response and I immediately get up, throw some clothes on and head to his place again. I once again, burst into his apartment and this time see him on his bed with his eyes closed. I tear up as I drop onto my knees next to him. "Can you hear me? Jacob, can you hear me?!" I shake him but it doesn't bring him to consciousness. I take a note of the random medical pill packages on the floor and sit him up, shoving my fingers down his throat to make him throw up.

He gags, his eyes opening as he throws up. I then lay him back down and grab Naloxide from the table.

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I lay next to him, the vomit I cleaned few minutes ago still present in my mind, feeling the acid in my nails and the smell hurting my head. He has his arms wrapped around me tight. His heart is still beating. In fact, it started beating faster, he must be awake.

"...Why do you keep doing this?" I ask, devastated.

"...How else do I keep you around?" He asks gently, his voice a little hoarse from sobbing and wailing before on the phone. "I don't wanna live... If I can't live with you. If you're not with me."

I grit my teeth. "...I hate you." I whimper, before breaking out in sobs.

"...At least you're with me." He says calmly, burying his face in my hair while rubbing my shoulder to calm me down.

A/N: Blehhh felt angsty and sad today. Hope you enjoy!

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Frostbite °• : ⁠｡ - Chapter III

Skinwalker/Wendigo x reader

CW: Gross things like rotting :P

SMUT!! Rough sex, voyerism, non-consentual at the end(?)

I couldn't sleep last night. The screaming kept me awake.

Screaming? It sounded animalistic, the broken voice desperately wheezing and calling for attention. I've heard Jackals can make sounds like that... Even so, I laid there helplessly, clutching my pillow and worrying about whether I locked my doors or not. I was too scared to check them, so I just kept staring at the curtains, my heart almost popping out of its place as I tried to look away from them.

I couldn't, and at about 5-6 am, when the screaming had stopped, I dozed off. I later woke up at 4 pm, and weirdly enough, I was inspired to write some more. I put my nightly terror into descriptive paragraphs and created a monster.

One with long, grey, skinny limbs and hair thin enough to see it's pure white eyes through it... Rotten teeth caging the slithering maggots in its hollow mouth.

I take a deep breath and close my laptop. I grab my phone and see that Nathan had texted me last night.

"Do you drink?"

I can't help but smile and instantly start typing.

"after whatever the hell happened last night, I do."

I put my phone away and make myself a quick meal. My phone buzzes.

"And what happned?"

I chuckle at his misspelling.

"I heard someone or something screaming. I couldn't sleep all night :("

He answers quickly;

"Jackals?"

And I answer just as fast.

"Kind of... It had an artificial echo to it? Don't know how to explain."

I purse my lips and put my phone down. Taking a bite out of the poor excuse of a meal.

"You could demonstrate, when I take you to a bar in the town."

Smile grows on my face as I reread his messages. I should go, what's the worst that can happen? So, we text each other the details and it's a date!

I leave the cabin and decide to look around the village this time. Ain't no way I'm going into the forest after last night.

I try my best to remember the way home as I walk past the other cabins. I admire the architecture - simple, but charming nonetheless. Then I spot a girl, no older than nine looking at me through the window. I smile and give her a wave.

She stays still and keeps staring at me. My hand falls back to my side, and so does my smile. I avoid her gaze and keep walking. It's the new generation, I guess?

I take a few pictures and maybe make a few angels in the snow, before I see an old woman, just barely walking. I approach her. - "Hello, want me to walk you home?"

I get a better look at her face. It's wrinkled, as if her skin is melting off her face. Her eyes are marble like, despite here irises being as dark as coals. I can barely make out her lips that stretch into an uncanny line. Her hair so thin, she looks like she's balding.

She looks at me before her face scrunches up, even more, into a scowl. - "...What are you doing here?" - My mood falters.

"...I used to come here as a child... My mother passed and I decided to visit for a while." - I explain myself. She raises an eyebrow and grabs my arm for support.

"(Your mother)'s kid. You've... Changed, quite a bit."

I tilt my head. - "Do I know you?"

"You'd always sneak in and play in my father's yard. You used to be an annoying, little rascal."

I chuckle awkwardly. - "I get that a lot. So you live down the road?"

"You've become... A very appetizing person." - She says, avoiding my question. I try not to think about her weird wording.

"...Thank you?" - I say after a long pause.

"I used to be like you. Maybe my skin was healthier." - She scoffs, bits of her saliva falling out of her mouth. - "...Not fair... At all." - she sighs.

I stay quiet as she rambles, a little more comfortable now that we've approached her cabin.

"But whatever it wants, it gets." - She says. She tightens her grip. - "Count yourself lucky, being able to serve it like that."

After that I head straight to my cabin. I can't wait to drink with Nathan tonight.

I don't want to seem like a City-Person asshole, but this place, along with it's people is odd.

Now as I sit on a step of my porch, my ass literally freezing off, I start to feel disappointed. He promised he'd pick me up, but now I'm getting worried he got lost and mauled.

Tiny snowflakes start falling, adding onto the already layered snow that's coating the ground. I sigh and check my phone again. My frown intensifies, when I see there's no new messages.

I almost fall off the step when I see a figure in the corner of my eye.

"Jesus, Nathan. Do you always have to scare me like that?" - I rest my palm on my chest, dramatically so.

He flashes me a Cheshire grin - "Sorry."

I get off the porch and shove my hands into my pockets, a wave of disappointment washing over me when the pockets are just as cold.

"I thought the huge deer got to you." - I tease.

He narrows his eyes. - "I'm at the top of the food chain, you don't have to worry about stuff like that." - He brags and gives me his hand. I take it with a snort, his hands as cold as mine. - "I don't think we can make it to the Bar, it's too far away. And, it's getting dark."

I pout. He chuckles. - "But I know how to make it up to you~" - He says and takes out a flask from his coat.

I raise an eyebrow. - "Charming."

I then walk back to the front door of the cabin and unlock it, going inside. - "Come on in, I'm freezing." - I complain and look at him.

He follows after me with a smile and looks around. - "It's pretty cozy in here."

I chuckle and sit him down onto the couch. - "I think we have some old wine in the attic. I'll get it, try not to miss me too much."

"Don't worry, I'm patient." - he smiles softly.

I turn on the flashlight on my phone after a hard struggle against the attic door, coughing my lungs out when the dust flies around in the air. I climb up and start looking around the boxes for the wine.

I smile when I finally find it. There's two blood red bottles with no distinct label on them, so I pick them up. My smile falls as I see a... Doll? It's made out of straws, clearly resembling a human body. I pick it up and inspect further. Is this a hex? I put it back down and get up, chills running down my spine when I notice a big red symbol on the wall. I stare at it for a while before turning around and leaving with the bottles in my hands.

I have a guest right now and I don't want to freak him out. I'll deal with... Whatever this is, later.

On my way, I go into the kitchen to get glasses.

"I only have mugs and teacups, no fancy glasses." - I say before grabbing the cups and sitting next to him. He throws his arm around my shoulder.

"I don't look like the fancy type though, do I?" - He chuckles and I shrug.

I pour us some wine and sip from my cup. - "So, why did you move here again?"

"Nature always called out to me." - He shrugs. - "And you, Y/N? What's your job and why did you come here?"

I purce my lips. - "Well, I'm a writer. I've written some stuff but nothing special, really. No "New York best sellers". I wanted to write a horror book and came here to set the mood, ya know?"

"And how's that working out?" - He tilts his head.

I sigh. - "I'm having the worst writer's block I've ever had. Barely wrote a few pages."

"Let's see then." - He says, and I hesitantly agree. I grab my laptop and open the file, handing it to him.

I stand up and approach the fireplace, tending to it as he reads for a while.

"It's great." - He smiles and I look back at him.

"Is it?"

"A little complaint... You're trying too hard to explain all the details. Reading is all about letting people warp characters and places into whatever their mind makes up."

"...That makes a lot of sense, actually." - I sit back next to him. - "Can you help me?"

He eyes me and nods.

I don't know how much time passes, but we're now sitting on the floor and already have finished the second bottle of wine, now taking turns on taking a swing out of Nathan's flask. I've been taking notes, typing away furiously.

As I let out a deep breath, I look up from my laptop screen and the whole room starts spinning. I grunt and put the gadget away, placing my head in Nathan's lap. He chuckles and strokes my hair. - "Are you alright?"

"...A little tired. And dizzy." - I pout. Nathan just keeps smiling and sits me up again, making me look at him by taking my chin in-between his fingers.

I keep looking into his eyes and his smile never falters, only getting closer to my own lips. I instinctively close my eyes and part my lips a little, almost melting into Nathan's arms when they connect with his.

My heated cheeks heat up even more when he lays me down onto the soft, warm carpet and lets out a deep groan.

Then I can't even comprehend what happened, when I look to my side and see both mine and his clothes on the floor. Then I feel his erected cock, rubbing against me and realize I'm not wearing any underwear either. I look back at him and pull him into a kiss again, moaning in delight. He then pushes it inside of me, spreading the walls to make more room for himself and and starts gently grinding it deeper in and out of me.

I lose track of time and what's happening again, and this time feel him mercilessly thrusting his hips against my ass, almost steaming air of heat spreading into the whole room while his rough fingers caress all the right spots. I let out moans and whimpers in-between my breaths, while he muffles his in my collarbone.

"Don't stop... Fuck, Nathan..." - I moan out his name and he looks up at me.

He then runs his fingers through my hair pulls my head back, giving me a view of the rest of the room, before he buries his face into my neck and leaves a trail of sloppy kisses.

I get closer to cumming, feeling myself spasm and squeeze around him, before I notice something in the windows. There are people outside my cabin... Naked people. They're chanting something, their lips mouthing something incoherent to me while drawing a symbol on the windows...

It's the same symbol as the one in my attic. I huff and try to stop Nathan but he can't even see my expression with his head buried into my neck. I shut my eyes and try my best not to cry... And soon enough, pass out.

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Frostbite °• : ⁠｡ - Chapter II

Wendigo/Skinwalker x Reader

CW: Gore, animal deaths. The religion is made up and in no way do I intent to offend anyone, please don't read if such subjects trigger you.

I stare at my laptop screen, wanting to bang my head against the wall as I observe the blank page.

Yesterday I actually managed to fall asleep. The tapping didn't continue, but that's probably more disturbing. I would've brushed it off as the quirk of the cabin, but it was so random.

I sigh and close the laptop, lazily lifting myself off the couch and deciding to make myself another cup of coffee. I go outside and sit on the porch, drinking the steaming, bitter liquid. I gaze into the forest and feel it drawing me in.

I keep watching the hypnotizing sway of the trees with the gentle wind, before I bring the cup to my lips to sip the coffee again, and realize I've drank it whole. I take the now empty cup into the house and head out again, walking straight into the forest.

I wonder if it's still there.

As a child, I'd always wander into the forest, making mud pies, finding big sticks and hopefully searching for the animals. In my child, naive mind I thought I'd hop on their backs and they'd take me away into the wonderland.

Then I saw it... Not a cute, big eyed, furry animal, but the monstrously enormous monastery. What once used to be a praying space was then broken down and abandoned and despite my fear, I went in.

The walls were painted with blood, carcasses of small animals hung loosely from the ceiling... In the very edge of the room, what I assume a recently killed deer, was hung on the wall, its body was cut from neck to stomach, as if showing off its insides.

I ran home crying and mom never brought me here after that. I assume it was something ritualistic. I shouldn't have wondered into the 17-19th century broken down catholic church anyways.

I sigh and kick around in the snow.

Looking down I see something. I furrow my brows and lean down, looking at what I assume is a deer footprint.

Then I hear shuffling behind me. I immediately turn around and-

"Oh, hi..." - A man waves at me awkwardly. He has dark hair with a matching pair of almond shaped eyes. Lashes, longer than my own rest on his eyelids under his thick brows. His hair is a little overgrown and he has a bit of stubble. He's wearing warm clothes and there's a hunting rifle in his left hand.

"Ah- You scared me." - I chuckle sheepishly.

"Sorry." - He smiles. - "What are you doing here?"

"...Taking a walk, I guess?"

"All alone? These woods are dangerous." - He furrows his brows a little.

"Really? I used to play in here all the time when I was a child..."

"You live here?" - He tilts his head and rests the rifle on the snowy ground.

"Not really, me and my family used to come here in summer. Now I'm here to uh, work, I guess?"

He smiles again. - "I just moved a few months ago."

I eye his rifle. - "You like hunting?"

"I hunt for food." - He corrects me. He then gives me his free hand to shake, and I do so. - "...Nathan."

"Y/N. You said the forest is dangerous? I've only seen deer so far..."

"Wolves, jackals..." - He answers Shortly. - "But yes, there are lots of deer in here. Check this out," - He comes closer and leans down, pointing at the footprints I was observing before. - "I've never seen a footprint of a deer that big. If I manage to catch it, I won't have to hunt for a few weeks, maybe even a month. I swear to God I've been trying to hunt it down for days." - He sighs.

"Oh wow." - I tilt my head. - "Hunting seems intense."

"It's not as hard if you know the basics. Just a long process... And I'm impatient." - He chuckles. - "I could show you."

He looks at me with a smile and I find it hard to decline his offer. I smile back and nod.

We walk for a while, getting to know each other. He then lays down behind a fallen log and motions for me to do the same, which I do. We wait for a while and then two deer walk into our view. Nathan looks at me and brings his finger to his lips to hush me.

It all happens fast, there's a bang and the deer falls as the other runs away. Nathan gets up and approaches it. - "You gotta be humane when killing them, try aiming where it would have vital organs so it dies fast."

I hesitantly follow him. - "Yeah, I don't think I've got that in me... Really impressive and... Humane, though." - Nathan eyes me with a playful look on his face, before looking back at the deer. I look at the deers hooves and only then do I realize the huge difference between these and the footprints I saw earlier. The footprints were three, if not four times bigger.

I start to get bad vibes from this. - "...Have you seen big deer before?"

Nathan looks at me with a puzzled expression. - "Huh?"

"You said the footprints we saw earlier were big." - I say and sit on the nearby rock. - "You see them often?"

"...Not really."

"That's... Disturbing." - I sneer.

Nathan grins. - "Why, you worried for me?"

I snort. - "No, I'm worried for myself. I live on the edge of the forest." - I joke and he chuckles.

"It's totally a deer, I'm sure nothing to worry about." - He shrugs and starts tying the rope around the dead animal. He then grins again when he looks at me. He stretches, comically so, and starts speaking. - "If you're too worried, though..."

He stands up straight and approaches me, placing his hands on the rock, trapping me in-between. - "I could give you my number."

I chuckle and he does too, then he backs up. - "The service is shitty but we can text. I don't like calls anyways."

"Okay." - I grin and he smiles. I write my number in my notepad, tearing the paper out and giving it to him after.

"You should go now, it's getting dark. Want me to walk you?"

I shrug. - "Nope. Just lead me towards the main path and I'll return myself." - I instruct him.

The walk home isn't too long, and I find myself attracted to the man as he waves at me. I walk into the cabin and sigh, happy to be embraced by warmth.

Then the deer footprints float up into my mind and I feel uneasy. How can Nathan be so calm? The deer is probably humongous, why? Is it a type of anomaly?

My worries wash away as my phone buzzes and I see a text from an unknown number.

"So you live on the edge of the forest? If you see a seven foot deer, text me asap ;P"

[oddheadd]

Frostbite °• : ⁠｡ - Chapter I / Prologue

Weindigo/skinwalker x Reader

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I look out of my car window and nostalgia immediately washes over me. The forest I used to play in everyday as a child, now coated in a thick blanket of shiney snow hits something in me, something that makes me feel weirdly satisfied. I eye the tiny cottages, each different in their own way and nervously bite the insides of my cheek as I try my hardest to remember wich turn to take.

My mother is dead. Despite my relationship with her, wether it left good memories or not she was a mother nonetheless and she decided to leave her cottage deep in some village, near to Buffalo to me. She took me here a couple of times before when I was a child, but there was some cautionary thingie and people left their homes for a while. Then, when it was taken care of they didn't want to move back in. Having tasted the life in a much more comfortable modern cities, they didn't want to get back to the cold and brutal lands of Haahkéyak.

Now, there's only me and probably 4 more families in the entire place. Isolation will do me good. I'll have more time to finish my book.

I pull over when I see it. All my childhood memories come flooding back as soon as I approach the two story cottage. It's old fashioned, but would still hold up today with it's minimalistic but comfortable design. I grab my luggage, as well as some groceries I grabbed along the way and unlock the front door.

As soon as I enter the familiar smell hits me. Can't really describe, it smells like old people and dust. Despite it's description it brings me comfort... Before I notice that I smell dust because it's quite literally dusty everywhere.

After turning on the electricity, gas and water, I start tidying up a little. Soon enough it starts getting dark outside and I decide to go out before the sundown.

I leave the gates and turn left, looking at the deep, dark woods I used to carelessly play in as a child.

This is a perfect place to finish my book. The setting looks almost exactly what I imagined like, and as masochistic as it might sound spending a few weeks here all alone will surely scare me.

That's what my book is about, a snowy forest with tall trees and the abandoned mansion within. So, now that I stare at the dead looking woods that seem to never end, it gives me enough motivation to go back inside and keep writing the book. I am totally not scared of being out here, in the open, all alone. Shut up.

I go back inside and time passes relatively fast. I make myself some dinner, check out my childhood photos and bring out my laptop to at least finish the chapter.

Then, I turn off all the lights and go upstairs to go to sleep. I get under the heavy blanket and cuddle into my pillows.

I concentrate on my breathing. There's no... Sounds in here, at all.

There's no cars, no drunkards fighting, hell, not even a wind or leaves shuffling - something that would be heard in a heavy forested place like this.

My breaths become slower as my heart clenches and I feel an uneasy shiver run down my spine. I don't like this.

*Tap*

*Tap*

I immediately open my eyes and my heart almost jumps out of its place when I hear the gentle tapping on what seems to be glass.

I let out a shakey sigh as I slowly sit up, looking over the room, trying to spot anything before my teary eyes set on the window in front.

...There's nothing.