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[rhcenyra]

ERIN’S 13 NIGHTS OF HALLOWEEN 2021 💃🏼🕯🔪🩸✝️👟🪞🐷🪣

CARRIE (1976)

These are godless times. I'll drink to that.

[twst-trash]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓

- NIGHT 1, SOMNOPHILLIA/KIDNAPPING

Event masterlist | Part 1

The time has come for Malleus to inherit the throne to the second circle of hell - but not without stealing away the one mortal whom quenches his every desire.

wc: 1.3k

cw: Incubus!Malleus x gn!reader - 18+ smut, dubcon, kidnapping, yandere-ish behavior, somnophillia, mentions of Hell, biting and blood. Not proofread- oops.

Something unexpected happens the night before Malleus’ coronation.

He’s between your legs already, spreading them obscenely wide as he peppers kisses onto the inside of your thighs. He doesn’t have to do this to feed- he could just as easily run his tongue over your sex, suckle and lap against your heat until your orgasm overtakes you. Better even, for the sake of his time and energy, he could simply hook your legs over his shoulder and press you into your mattress, sheathing himself inside of you while you slumber- but Malleus loves to spoil you. He’d like more than anything to spend a millennia between your thighs, personally drawing out each and every orgasm from your sleeping form, letting you tremble underneath him from overstimulation. He settles for pressing his hot mouth against your thighs and grazing his teeth over the plump flesh that lives there.

It’s comfortable, it’s routine-

-which is why the last thing he expects when he looks up at your face is to witness your eyes fluttering open.

——

You meet eyes with the man between your legs and are compelled to scream- but nothing comes out. The darks of his pupils are blown out and wide, almost completely overtaking the green of his iris. The more you look at him, the more you hesitate to even call him a man. He’s clearly something different- something more. Your eyes wander to the naked expanse of his back, pale and gleaming in the moonlight that pours from your bedside window. The two black wings that sprout from his shoulderblades should intimidate you, but you can’t help but think about how elegant they are.

You don’t know what possesses you to do so, but you reach out to touch the black horns that crown his head. The man- the thing- leans into your touch. His horns are rough against your fingertips, stroking upwards, with the grain of the keratin. The creature groans, thickly, like he had been trying to hold himself back for a while. The sound snaps you out of your trance, and suddenly you retract your arms back into yourself.

“H-Hello?” You manage, calmer than you should be for the situation you’re in. He’s scary; he should be, at least. He’s large and otherworldly and spreading your thighs apart with his sizable, claw-bearing hands- yet a weird wash of comfort rushes over you when you meet his eyes again.

“Hello, Child of Man.”

The creature’s voice is soft and slow, lulling you into a deeper sense of security. He looks so kind to you despite the razor-sharp teeth that make up his smile.

“Are you going to hurt me?” You manage, whispering to him in the dark. His face twists with something, shifting so that he could lay on your chest. His hands reach to cup your face, unnaturally cold, as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip.

“I have no reason to hurt you.”

Your next words are stolen by his lips pressing onto yours, forked tongue wasting no time in slipping between your lips, deepening the kiss with fervor. It’s intoxicating- his taste, his touch, his mere presence makes you feel lightheaded.

He pulls away and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in your chest. There’s a familiarity in his touch as he dips his head to nibble on your nipples, swirling his tongue across your sensitive bud.

You moan, experimentally reaching your hand down to grasp at his raven locks. Your action seems to delight the creature, smiling around the nipple in his mouth. The creature is hard- you can feel his considerable length press against your thigh as he continues to toy with your nipples. A ‘pop’ resounds through your quiet room as he withdraws, scanning your expression inquisitively.

“I’ve met you before,” you suddenly whisper, gazing at the man in front of you. “I’ve seen you in my dreams.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Child of Man.” The creature smiles. You can feel his fingers trace down your heat, causing you to shudder. “I’ve known you for a very long time.”

“What do I call you?” You ask, watching as the creature chuckles darkly.

“Malleus- but I’ll be your husband in a few days time.”

His words are enough to make you recoil from his touch, something the creature- Malleus- does not take kindly to.

He hooks his hands underneath you and brings your hips flush with his. You gasp, feeling his cock press against your heat, shallowly prodding the entrance and threatening to devour you whole.

“Do not run from me.” He commands, voice meaner than it had previously been. You swallow thickly, nodding to placate him. Malleus’ remains tense, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your hole.

He slowly enters you, sinking deeper and deeper into your core before bottoming out inside of you. Malleus fits inside you perfectly. It’s not something you would have expected when taking stock of his size, but the stretch is suprisingly comfortable.

Malleus must not have been lying about knowing you for a long time- he’s already fucked you into the shape of his cock.

He rocks into you, eyes raking over your body, taking in your reactions. It’s your first time being conscious with his cock burried into you, and he relishes in every moment.

You can feel him throbbing inside of you, already close to climax. His pace quickens, slamming his hips into yours as he takes. You’re his- you’re beginning to realize that, especially with the way he slots himself so perfectly between your legs. It feels as though you were an intruder in your body’s own personal nightly ritual. Your body knows what to do, how to respond to Malleus, addicted to his touch on a molecular level. It’s no wonder why he want you as his spouse.

You’re close, wrapping your arms around Malleus’ neck as you rock your hips against his. You’re chasing your own orgasm just as much as he’s chasing his. With a groan, Malleus stills his hips, pouring his hot seed deep inside of you. You aren’t far behind, clamping down hard onto his cock, toes curling as you reach your limit.

As you cum, Malleus places a deep, claiming bite into your neck. You can feel your own warm blood trickle down your collarbones and roll onto your mattress, staining the fabric there. Your scream is part pain and part pleasure, your vision blurring together before your world becomes dark.

—-

There are no windows in the stone-walled room that you wake up in. Your body is sore all over, blending together and making you feel like one big bruise.

Malleus stands at the foot of the bed, dressed extravagantly. His suit is accompanied by a long, flowing black cape with a green velvet interior. If you weren’t so disoriented, you might’ve thought that it complimented his eyes- peircing through your own as he watches you realize you’re shackled to the bedpost. It’s his coronation today, he informs you. And in only a few days more, the two of you will be wed.

“I don’t know if I’ll let you leave this room too soon.” Malleus muses, mostly to himself. “Lillia tells me that this realm can be a little overwhelming to humans. For now, you’ll stay in our bedchambers.”

He comes closer to you, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. “I do wish you could come to the ceremony, but do not worry Child of Man. Rest assured, our wedding will put this silly formality to shame.”

He turns from you as you lie naked and shackled to the bed. This is where you belonged, he thought. This is where you should always be.

Now and forever, royal-consort to the second circle of hell and Malleus Draconia’s spouse.

[sgfgluke]

13 nights of halloween | night 3

13 nights of halloween for@cliffordchick‘s creative project! i am going to be participating every night, so make sure to check out everyone’s writing and creativity! i will be tagging my posts under ‘13noh’ as well as my usual writing tag!

+all 13 nights of halloween

+masterlist

night three - end of the world (zombies)

“Michael, you know that I hate zombies,” you protested after your boyfriend brought up the idea of going to a zombie-themed Halloween party. 

Your boyfriend let out a soft whine, pouting at your protest. “But baby,” he whined. “All of the guys are bringing their girlfriends, I don’t want you to miss out on a fun night,” he explained. 

You were hesitant, trying to figure out if he really wanted you there or if he just really wanted to go. “Fine,” you finally gave in. “But I’m going to use you as a human shield.”

Two hours later you found yourself clutching your boyfriend’s arm as you walked into a what seemed to be mid-apocalypse style house. Soon you were surrounded by all different types of zombies, presumably because it was a costume party so everyone was going to look different. Some costumes were thrown together, but some were intricate. 

Calum and Ashton chose to go the intricate route. The walked up to you, offering kind greetings before turning into their zombie characters. They had detailed makeup on, making their skin appear as burned and ripped and melting. Even though you didn’t like zombies, you had to give them credit for the time put into their makeup. 

“You guys look sick!” Michael exclaimed, poking at the fake flesh on Calum’s cheek. 

“I’m going to get a drink,” Ashton announced. “Anyone want anything?”

“I’ll come with you,” your boyfriend followed, and suddenly you were alone in a crowd of zombies. You looked around and Calum seemed to have left you, so there you were: stuck in your worst nightmare. 

There were lots of people at the party, which meant lots of zombies and other dead-like characters. You knew it was all fake, but everyone was acting as their role and it scared you half to death. 

You made your way out of the crowd, trying to find a way outside, but you were stopped when a hand grabbed your wrist. You whipped your head around to find Michael, who had a concerned look on his face. 

“Are you okay? Where are you going?” he asked. 

“Just need some air,” you breathed as he followed you out of the house and into the backyard. There were less people, but still a few lingered, which you didn’t know if it was worse or better. 

“I didn’t know that you really hate zombies that much, (y/n),” he admitted. 

“I know, I just feel so stupid. It’s such a stupid thing to be afraid of,” you replied, ducking your head to lose eye contact with your boyfriend. 

“It’s not stupid,” he assured you. “Besides, some of these people are kind of freaking me out-- and that says a lot; I play The Walking Dead video games at three in the morning.”

[rhcenyra]

ERIN’S 13 NIGHTS OF HALLOWEEN 2021 👻🧨🕷😈✋🏻💋💀

THE ADDAMS FAMILY (1991)

I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.

[rhcenyra]

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THE BABYSITTER (2017)

But don't you get it yet? I am the Big Bad. 

[rhcenyra]

ERIN’S 13 NIGHTS OF HALLOWEEN 2021 🔪🩸👻🏕🏒🪓🚓

FRIDAY THE 13TH (1980)

You see, Jason was my son, and today is his birthday...

[rhcenyra]

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HAPPY DEATH DAY 2U (2019)

It's never too late to change. Someone once told me that "every day is a chance to be someone better." Maybe this is your day.

[rhcenyra]

ERIN’S 13 NIGHTS OF HALLOWEEN 2021 🕯🌾🔪🩸👻🪓🛍🚓🧙🏻‍♀️

FEAR STREET PART 3: 1666 (2021)

One does not summon the Devil by chance. Even the weakest heart, the most corruptible soul, they must make the choice. They must extend their hand.

[rhcenyra]

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HALLOWEEN KILLS (2021)

Hey, Michael. It’s Halloween. Everyone’s entitled to one good scare.

[rhcenyra]

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GINGER SNAPS (2000)

I get this ache...and I thought it was for sex, but it's to tear everything to fucking pieces.

[rhcenyra]

ERIN’S 13 NIGHTS OF HALLOWEEN 2021 😈🔥🩸💐🐷✝️

CARRIE (2013)

Carrie had some sort of power. But she was just like me... like any of you. She had hopes, she had fears, but we pushed her. And you can only push someone so far before they break.

[rhcenyra]

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DAWN OF THE DEAD (2004)

When there is no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth.

[rhcenyra]

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HAPPY DEATH DAY (2017)

The way I see it, you have an unlimited amount of lives. Unlimited opportunities to solve your own murder.

[rhcenyra]

ERIN’S 13 NIGHTS OF HALLOWEEN 2021 🌘💉🕯🌾🔪🩸👻🪓

AMERICAN HORROR STORY: ROANOKE (2016)

Different years, but every death, every missing person...takes place during the same lunar cycle in October. The Native Americans called it the Dying Grass Moon. It's six days, six blood-drenched days. From the first quarter moon, to the blood moon. Now, the spirits can haunt you at any time. They can show themselves or not, but during this period...this is when they can kill.

[twst-trash]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓

- NIGHT 2, STUCKAGE, FIRST YEARS

Event masterlist

Best friends are there to help you out when you’re stuck in trouble… right?

(in which you become a personal glory hole for your best friends)

wc: 1.8k

cw: first years x fem!reader - 18+ smut, dubcon, public sex, group sex, coercion, knotting, creampie, cumshots. ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP IN EVERYTHING I WRITE. Not proofread and posted characteristically late 🤙

It really wasn’t your fault that you ended up like this.

Like most things, it started with Grim. Crowley had just disbursed your monthly Thaumark budget, as meager as it was. Thaumarks gripped tightly in hand, you meandered the halls on the way back to your next class.

“We have to slow down on spending this month.” You warn Grim, who was sitting atop your shoulder leisurely. His expression remains unchanged, solely focused on the money in your hand, eyes nearly sparkling at the thought of your newly acquired ‘wealth.’

“I’m being serious!” You continue, shrugging your shoulder to get his attention. “Last month we really cut it close. You need to stop spending so much at the hot lunch line.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Grim snorts in protest, rolling his eyes. “I swear, we’re gettin’ less and less every time. Lemme count ‘em up, Crowley ain’t gonna get away with shortin’ us.”

“No fucking way-“ You growl as you snatch your arm away from Grim, holding the bills as far away from your body as humanly possible. You couldn’t trust Grim with the money- not with his track record, especially as of late. “I’ll count it if you’re so concerned!”

“Maybe you’re shortin’ me too, huh?” Grim fires back, crawling to your other shoulder, attempting to scale up your arm and pluck the Thaumarks out of your hands himself. The scuffle is short and fast- Grim pounces as you try to rip your arm away again, only for him to land on your forearm as you yelp in surprise at his sudden weight. Without thinking, your grip on the Thaumarks loosens, and the both of you watch helplessly as the wind carries it through a hole in the hallway’s walls.

You shoot the firey raccoon a glare with all of the vitriol you could muster, flinging him off of your arm with little regard. You peek into the hole in the wall- wide enough to fit your body in, but just barely. The money lies flat on the courtyard sidewalk just outside the other side of the hole. You could probably reach over and grab it- it would save you the trouble of having to exit the building, potentially leaving time for someone to grab the money and run before you could even get to it.

You reach your arm through, only for your hand to come a few inches short of the bills. You muscle both shoulders into the narrow opening, eventually wiggling your waist in as well, fully bisected by the wall. You grab the Thaumarks and exhale in relief. “You’re so lucky these didn’t fly away, Grim. I would’ve eaten you instead.”

Grim’s voice is muffled, but you can make out the ‘It wasn’t my fault you dropped it!’ from the other side of the wall just fine. You move to wriggle your way out of the wall the same way you came in, twisting yourself uncomfortably against the stone slabs, only to be met with resistance.

You’re stuck.

——

Of course you’re stuck.

After yelling at Grim to go get help from anyone- Ace, Deuce, Jack, whoever could pull you out from the wall- you lie defeated and stare at the empty courtyard ahead of you. Classes would start soon, meaning that no one would be around to help you. You try again, in vain, to get yourself out. Your sides were already becoming sore, and you’re suddenly acutely aware of the breeze underneath your skirt.

It’s completely quiet- until it suddenly isn’t. Voices, probably four or five of them, are barely audible from the other side of the wall.

“Hello? Can you guys help me out?” You call out, hoping that your pleas can be heard clearly from the other side.

A muffled argument breaks out from behind you. The voices speak to each other, hushed and antsy, but it isn’t long before an agreement seems to be made.

You feel your skirt being lifted, flipped up and out of the way of your ass.

“H-hey! Stop it!” You yell, but your protests fall on deaf ears.

“Can’t believe she was hiding this ass from us, hm?” A strangely familiar voice calls from the other side of the wall. You can match the voice to the face as easily as breathing: it’s the bratty voice that usually asks you to help him with homework- the voice that obnoxiously asks you to grab something from the Ramshackle Dorm’s fridge right after you had settled into your couch- but it’s darker somehow, filled with something you couldn’t place. You try to imagine him standing behind you, checking your ass out as if he weren’t one of your best friends- as if you were an object.

A pair of warm hands grab the meat of your ass, thumbs teasing underneath the edge of your panties. You shudder at the touch, hearing another voice growl in protest.

“You’re taking it too far, Trappola. Let’s just get her out.”

“You’re hard, Jack. Don’t try to act holier-than-thou now.”

“Young Master wouldn’t approve of this.”

“Young Master wants to hit it just as bad as the rest of us, and you know it.”

“I dunno, what if someone comes and sees?”

“Then maybe we’ll let them have a round.”

As it dawns on you that all of your friends are in on this- touching you, using you without regard to how you felt about the situation- you realize that you’re shamefully wet between your thighs.

You can see it, Ace encouraging them all. He’s always the little ringmaster in the dangerous stunts your group gets into. It’s Deuce, you know it, somehow, who pushes your panties to the side and pulls your pussy apart for the rest of the group to admire. You can hear movement: the shuffling of feet, the undoing of belts. You can only imagine how they must look, all hard and throbbing and waiting for their turn with you.

A set of fingers sinks deep into your pussy. They’re slender- too slender to belong to Ace or Deuce, much less Jack and Sebek. Epel, you decide, curls his fingers into you with an unexpected fevor. You moan despite yourself, hips unconsciously bucking backwards onto his fingers. Epel groans, scissoring his digits within you, before someone grunts, asking for their turn.

A mouth is hot on your cunt, tongue experimentally swirling around your clit. Your body jolts and more pain floods to your sides, pinched together by the stone slabs as you subconsciously lean into the touch. Sebek is sloppy and inexperienced- you can feel his nerves even from the other side of the wall. Still, what he lacks in expertise, he makes up for in enthusiasm. He’s quick to learn, picking up on your body’s reactions to what you like and dislike. Your thighs are trembling already, helpless to do anything but wait for whoever wants to take their turn next.

“Take your pants off, Jack. C’mon, they like it.”

“No.” The beastman grunts back. His principles are rigid and unmoving- at least that’s what he’d like to tell himself. It doesn’t stop his eyes from being fixated on your lower half. His senses are heightened- he can smell the arousal dripping from you, can hear you moan through the wall better than anyone else. He imagines how your face looks, morphed by the pleasure you feel from your friends using you like their toy and is shamefully hard.

The burning want between your thighs is insane as Sebek pulls back, denying you of your orgasm right before you hit your peak.

There’s more scuffling, more whispers amongst the boys that you can’t hear.

You can’t help yourself- the desire you feel stirring inside your stomach is too much. Your voice is small, a meek ‘please’ slipping from your lips. For a moment you wonder if they even heard you through the wall.

Then, a pair of large, calloused hands is on your hips, lining you up against the throbbing head of Jack’s cock.

That’s all it took for him: you said yes, and now he can take to his heart’s content.

The stretch is sinful- you knew Jack was big in all other aspects, but this was on another level. You can hear him growl as his hips come flush with your ass, buried as far as he can go.

He paces himself at first, slowly slapping his hips into yours with every thrust. Some of the boys are cheering- Ace and Epel, you assume- accompanied by the telltale sound of stroking themselves off, four hands simpatico as they watch you and Jack.

“She looks good takin’ your cock like that, Jack.” Epel says, voice slipping into that concealed country accent of his. He rears back his hand and slaps your ass, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Wanna use her mouth-“ Deuce whispers, like he’ll get in trouble if he speaks any louder.

“Could go around, take her from the front in the courtyard.” Ace says. You can imagine the mischievous grin that spreads across his face and the flush that adorns Deuce’s. “Class’ll be over soon though. Gonna be a risky move.”

You can imagine opening your mouth up for Deuce, letting him take your mouth however he’d like, letting him cum down your throat. Imagining how he’d look as you stare through your lashes, probably covering his mouth in embarrassment. You’d do it, too. All he’d have to do is walk around the building to the still empty courtyard…

“I-if Young Master saw this…” Sebek starts, but his protest dies with a pathetic little noise in his throat, stroking his cock harder as he chases his fast approaching orgasm.

They’re all close. Jack’s pace, once steadied and controlled, is fast and unrelenting. His fingers find your clit, rubbing in frantic circles, bringing you close to your edge as well. Your body is electrified, feeling too good to care about your bruising sides. You’re tipped over the edge, cumming hard around Jack’s cock. He can feel every pulse of your pussy around him, driving his hips into you ferally, like you had unlocked something he had been trying to hold back. With a grunt, Jack pushes himself deep inside of you. You’re slightly mortified at the prospect of him cumming inside of you, especially as you feel something at the base of his cock inflate, holding you in place.

The boys take turns cumming on your ass and back. You can feel the hot liquid landing on your skin as each takes a turn marking you as their own.

“Fuck.” Jack curses. “I-I really didn’t mean to-“

“Knotting her, without her permission?” Ace tuts at the beastman with a laugh. “Told you- just as bad as the rest of us.”

Jack tries to pull his knot out to no avail. The tugging sensation on your already oversensitized cunt makes you whimper. The bell tolls, signaling the end of class. This hallway wasn’t a particularly busy hallway, but the danger of someone coming out and seeing you was still very real.

“Guess we’re stuck here together, huh?“ Jack says gruffly, his face flushing.

Well. Friends make everything better, right?

[twst-trash]

MASTERLIST + POSTING SCHEDULE

Thank you to everyone who participated in the google form poll! I went through and created this prompt list based on the most popular characters and kinks, as well as taking some of your written suggestions into account! As a little bonus, I’ve also decided to write something small for the least voted for boys and the least voted for dorm (Pomefiore, surprisingly!)

Proceed below for the masterlist! Night 1 starts on October the 19th (｀・ω・´) ❤️

Bonus- least voted for dorm: Pomefiore x reader (guided sex)

Bonus: Least voted for boys + sexting

Night 1) Incubus!Malleus x Reader (somnophillia, kidnapping/yandere-ish)

Night 2) First Years x Reader (stuckage, dubcon)

Night 3) Octavinelle x Reader + others (stripping, dubcon)

Night 4) Jamil x Reader (Dumbification, hypnosis)

Night 5) Azul x Reader (Monsterfucking)

Night 6) Jealous!Malleus x Reader (Breeding, Monsterfucking)

Night 7) Idia x reader (dry humping)

Night 8) Leona x reader (mutual masturbation, breeding)

Night 9) Crewel x reader (praise kink, cockwarming)

Night 10) Lillia x reader (bondage)

Night 11) chubby!reader x teachers (breeding kink, student/professor)

Night 12) Leona x Ram!reader (predator/prey, breeding)

Night 13) WILD CARD

Reminder that all prompts will have more detailed content warnings when posted- please read them before diving into a story that might potentially make you uncomfortable!

EDIT: I’ve been running late on these because of issues in my personal life, but rest assured, the prompts will get done, the event just might extend a little past Halloween lol