#inkubus headcanons

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Inkubus x AFAB!Reader x Norman Nordstrom || Headcanons [Part 1?]

Topic: Imagine living next door to Norman, who's slowly falling in obsession love with you (Sweet, young, fertile, trusting you), when suddenly you're dating cocky, suspicious, asshole- 'Klaus'.

Basically you're naïve and too trusting and so you're being targeted by a creepy old man with a breeding kink and also now a spooky old sex demon. And they're both territorial. Goodluck-

Warnings: Mentions of obsession, breeding kink, boners, reacting badly to the friendzone- and that's all just Norman 😅XD Inkubus' warnings include being two-faced as hell between you and Norman, and a little bit of non consensual exhibitionism... General smutty themes, possessiveness and age difference for both throughout.

🥀 Norman started to notice you as soon as you moved in next door. You came over with M&M cookies and introduced yourself as Y/N, and didn't once act weird about his blindness. You were effortlessly kind, and the sound of your cheerful voice was honestly enough to make him a little hard. It always would.

🥀 He wishes now that when he invited you in for tea that first day, and his front door closed behind your all-too-willing back, that he had locked it. That he hadn't let you leave. That he had made a move.

🥀 ... alas, he didn't. And for a while that was okay, because he would get up early in the morning to sit on the front porch with Shadow so you would see him and come over on your way out to work- just to say hey, and ask him how he's doing, and pet Shadow. You would also see him on your way home again, because he learnt your schedule.

🥀This turned into having dinners together almost every day of the week because he said he was cooking and invited you to come in and eat with a lonely old man. Pretty soon you were eating at his place two- three- sometimes four nights a week.

🥀 Then he started to say that if you wanted- you could stay over on the couch after dinner. He would act all grumpy and like he doesn't really care, but you thought he was just the sweetest, grouchiest old man so, you did. Which turned into breakfasts together, too.

🥀 And he was so damn pleased. You were playing directly into his hands.

🥀 He was living his best life, actually 😅 He had you in his home with him, chatting to him in that ever-cheery way and touching him and eating with him- it was like having his wife around again. Norman's life was bright again ^^

🥀 Sure- he knew that as far as you were concerned, this was only friendship. The touches you shared were purely friendly and honestly a little bit delicate on your end (Like you're afraid to break him, like he's an old man. A fragile old man. Like that's how you saw him- which was admittedly less then ideal), and he never dared to go too far with you- but what he had with you was enough. For now, he thought. Eventually yes, he would want to have a baby with you (He had decided), but that could wait.

🥀 Norman did not see anything happening to jeopardise that. He had plans for the two of you and those were going to come true- they had to. He was sure of it. He needed this.

🥀 He needed you.

🥀 ... But then the absolute worst thing happened. The thing that made Norman's inner soundtrack warp from Justin Timberlake's 'Cant Stop The Feeling!' to the first bars in 'Highway to Hell' real fricken quick. And what was that thing? The worst thing that could possibly happen to Norman? The thing you did- that you brought home one night without even telling him- that wrecked his world???

🥀 A dark, mysterious, handsome stranger called 'Klaus'. Yeah... Klaus. Look you know who we're talking about here, okay? But he's going by Klaus right now so just go with it.

🥀 You were dating. Y/N, Norman's Y/N- his sweetheart, his future spouse, his light- was dating.

🥀 And it wasn't like you were dating a kid your own age (20's) who you had no chemistry with apart from liking the same music and 'Tik Tok's. No no no.

🥀 That would be one thing. That he could forgive. Soon enough the mess would be behind the two of you and you would realise how much better Norman is then some immature boy. You would laugh about it.

🥀 ... But no. You were dating an older man (That part really kicked Norman in the gut. He was worried all this time that you weren't being with him because he was so much older, and that he would have to acclimatise you- but that wasn't the case at all! Clearly, you liked older men. Just not him- ) who made you laugh on your front doorstep and who had you in a better mood all the damn time now- Even when he wasn't around. You would be sitting with Norman at his dinner table and you would just think of this, this 'Klaus', and you would go quiet, and sometimes giggle. And Norman was sure that if he touched you (Like he so wanted to!!)- your cheeks would be red hot, too.

🥀 Norman was so frustrated, and if you were a more suspicious person then you would have noticed how quiet and gruff he would get when you mentioned Klaus. But you weren't, you just thought your friend Norman was going through something. Or he was uncomfortable talking about your romantic life- which was just fine ^^

🥀And that wasn't the only thing you weren't noticing, either.

🥀Klaus had enough red flags to equip an army. He was more subtle about it then Norman could ever be, sure, but that wasn't saying much.

🥀 Klaus looked at you like a meal, so much so that waiters worried about you going home with him. Every second sentence out of his mouth was a double innuendo that you didn't quite get but brushed off as an odd sense of humour. He always seemed to have a smooth excuse for acting oddly. And somehow he knew your name before you ever said it???? This is not all but its enough for any normal person to say nope and get out- but not you. Unfortunately, no, not you.

🥀 ... Norman definitely noticed, though. He and Klaus met pretty early on in your new relationship, as Norman would hang out with his gun on the front porch for you to come home late at night after a date. He was always itching to shoot Klaus. Klaus new damn well, too, and loved it.

🥀 You introduced your lovely, grouchy best friend and Klaus all-sweetly, having them shake hands like gentlemen as you kneeled down to pet Shadow.

🥀 While you were looking away they entered the GORIEST of eye-contact battles. Norman was saying through his eyes that he doesn't trust the other man for one damn second and he better back off you, as he subtly tapped the shotgun resting in his lap. Any norman man would've feared Norman, would've left you in the dust- but unfortunately, for Norman, he wasnt even dealing with a man.

🥀Klaus' laughing eyes pretty much just thought back... this should be fun.

🥀 He wasn't about to let an old blind soldier threaten him- but he also wasn't going to take it too seriously. Why would he? Clearly, your friend was in love with you... or at least wanted to fuck you. He could use that. Of course, you were his target. You were what mattered... Any enjoyment Klaus would get out of rubbing it into the Norman's tired old face that you were with him (inviting him to your bedroom at night, batting your pretty eyelashes at him, laughing at his jokes) instead- would just have to simply be a glorious bonus.

🥀 And ohhhhhhhhh did he rub it in. He really did. Klaus took every oppertunity that he got to show off, using Norman's evidently advanced hearing against him in the worst way.

🥀 ... so yes. 'Klaus'... being a literal demon... took to leaving the windows open when you would sleep together. And he would try to do it on the lower level of your house, just to make it that little bit easier for the old blind man next door to hear. To be tortured. To hopefully fall asleep to your sounds that intoxicate- when they aren't for him.

🥀 IN FACT- Klaus snuck into Norman's house one time, hid a speaker, and.... yeahhhhhhh you get it.

🥀 Norman would tear his own home apart looking for the source of your sounds, but would never find it. He would just have to white-knuckle his own damn mattress until Inkubus- *cough* 'Klaus', would finally, mercifully, allow you to fall asleep.

🥀 Norman would retaliate by keeping you so busy on nights that he knows you're supposed to go out with Klaus, that either you forget about it until Klaus actually turns up and finds you in Norman's house, or you're too tired to really be any fun for Inkubus.

🥀 He does this by asking you if you would be so kind as to help him out with his gardening, or cleaning out a cupboard, or cataloguing his books.

🥀 Klaus ends up knocking at your door... getting no response (which irks him in the first place)... and slowly turning to Norman's dwellings and glares. Of course, the blind man is at it again. When will he learn?

🥀 (And oh, the look on his face when he finds you on your knees in Norman's bedroom. A bemused grin at you as you apologise and say oh no I forgot!! norman needed help with something and- before you look away, still explaining your adorable self, and it turns into more of a grimace- at Norman. Like are you serious?)

🥀 ... predictably, it quickly became world war iii between them, with Norman still holding out the darkest hope that he can somehow have you as his one day, you blissfully unaware, and unknowingly to the both of you- Inkubus trying to do much worse to you and probably Norman as well now but getting caught up in a gross, petty little territory war instead. Eh, he's got time to kill. Why not?

[obscureother]

how canon is your f/o's canon?

I got a 💫 c u r i o s i t y 💫 for you guys to indulge in, to humor, to entertain.

How "canon" is your f/o's canon? Like, how different or how similar is your f/o's lore to the source they came from? And when you reblog, it would be really boring but also acceptable if you only answered in the tags, but like give me a whole POST to read when you reblog this post if you want to answer. Lore dump me. Lore dump everybody, I want to know how much thought you've put into your f/o whether it be generating a whole lore of your own or just learning everything about your f/o's source that you could. Or does your lore and their lore mingle, or is it not related at all?

I'll drop a couple of my f/os below the keep reading to go first :00

Smiley/Barry:

For one, his name is changed. I posted about it.

There isnt jack diddly in the movie, he does have a whole freaking backstory I made for him. I'm no pro at writing, but it's some general headcanons and lore I conjured together for him.

Dracula:

Generally same lore as the 1931 movie and the novel combined in one way or another and some things I picked up on the internet. Not super different from his sources or much added.

The most extra headcanons he has in terms of how he is might be specifics about his wolf and bat forms, but not really.

Inkubus:

Has extra/hybrid demon forms. Looks like a satyr demon, has a goat form, and his human disguise is defaulted to the one in the movie. He can mix his forms however he pleases and ofc look like/possess other people if need be.

He has some other assumed powers, probably not entirely to incubus mythology, but I don't think he really is either.

What little lore about him that's given is also generally retained/assumed.

[slxsherwriter]

Hello and welcome to my depraved little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of slasher and horror characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time

At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.

Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

MINORS DNI. Due to the nature of these characters and potential content, only 18 and older are allowed.

Characters || Rules || Masterlist || Masterlist mobile friendly || Non-slasher writings blog: @rewritethisstxry

What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Who I write for:

Michael Myers (primarily Rob Zombie based)

Corey Cunningham

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Rusty Nail

Eric Newlon

Jesse Cromeans

Asa Emory

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Ethan Landry

Mickey Altieri

Jedidiah Sawyer

Tex Sawyer

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Jason Voorhees

Evan MacMillan

Frank Morrison

Caleb Quinn

John Ryder

Leslie Vernon

Ethan Belfrage

Dr. Richard Sommers

Lawrence O'Neill

Lawrence Gordon

Robert Englund characters

Wayne Jackson (A Good Day for It)

Stuart Lloyd (The Last Showing)

Dr. Peter Andover (Fear Clinic)

Professor William Wexler (Urban Legend)

Doc Halloran (Behind the Mask)

Dr. Anton Rudolph (Python)

Jim Bickerman (Lake Placid)

Mayor Buckman (2001 Maniacs)

Warden Kane (The Funhouse Massacre)

Inkubus (Inkubus)

Sheriff Richard Berger (Heartstopper)

Scratch Monahan (Windfall)

Detective Gassner (Criminal Minds)

Mr. Meredith (Natty Knocks)

Tim Wexler (MacGyver)

Vaughn (Hunter)

Lyle Eckert (Walker Texas Ranger)

Costas Mandylor characters

Mark Hoffman (Saw)

The Warden (Death Count)

John Shepherd (Bloodthirst)

Agent Cole Bennett (Night of the Sicario)

Cylus Atkinson (The Horde)

Raymond Crowe (Saints & Sinners)

Jim (Blackout)

Chase Harper (Primal Doubt)

Stephan Lang characters

Norman Nordstrom (Don’t Breathe)

The Party Crasher (The Hard Way)

Miles Quartich (Avatar)

Fred Parras (VFW)

Holt Ramsey (A Good Marriage)

John Korver(Gridlocked)

Tony Cobb (Monkey Paw)

Nathaniel Taylor (Terra Nova)

Richard Brake characters

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane (3 From Hell)

Doom-head (31)

Dean Portman (Doom)

Otis Clairborne (RIPD 2)

William Colcott (The Gates)

Mr. Big (Bingo Hell)

Dr. Henry Augustus Wolfgang (The Munsters)

Norman Tyrus (A Good Day For It)

Bill Moseley characters

Otis Driftwood

Luigi Largo (Repo)

Darryl (Old 37)

Logan Burnhardt (Dead Air)

Frank (Fair Game)

Doc (Shed of the Dead)

Zach Garrett (Halloween)

Jake Spooler (The Practice)

Abner Honeywell (Natty Knocks)

Gimple (Minutes to Midnight)

Captain Harris (Welcome to Horrorwood series)

Farmer Sam (Hayride to Hell)

Bruce (Boar)

Jacob Sutter (The Horde)

Peter Van Hooten (The House of the Witchdoctor)

Deputy Henry Depford (Dead Souls)

[tinalbion]

Heyyyy beautiful 👉👉

Got a ask if you want to do it:

So, I’ve seen that you’re like, almost the only one who write for Inkubus, and I finally watched it today 🥺

Could you do something with these keywords:

Soulmate string, fluff.

Tysm if u do it and feel free to add whatever u like ✨

Luv u ~

My dear beloved Frutti, you can have WHATEVER you want, as always! And with our beloved Inkubus? He deserves more attention, but that's why I'm here! Of course, I hope this is to your liking! <3 Love you, too!

“Crimson Strings and Little Things”

Inkubus x gn!Reader

Rating: Just fluff on this one~

Length: 3.1k

It’s not like you could ask anyone about the strange red string that neatly wrapped around your finger, no one paid any mind to it nor made any comments, so maybe you were the only one who could see it and keep it that way. No one ever talked about something like this happening, how could you bring something like that up in conversation, anyway? 

All of these thoughts raced through your mind as you sat on a bench in the local park where you took your walks, and just the other day on your birthday, the red string appeared. You guessed it wasn’t a coming of age sort of deal, you were older than eighteen, so maybe it was just circumstance, you clocked it as that and nothing more. Or maybe there were issues in your family that they hid from you, perhaps you were losing your mind. Your eyes stared down at your hand as you shifted it back and forth, your gaze followed the neverending red string that cast all the way through the park and to hell knows where. Should you follow it, and find out what was at the end of it? The thought did cross your mind more than once that week, but you had things to do, rent to pay, and when would you have the time?

You weren’t sure how long you sat there as people passed you, staring at you while they walked past, or just ignored you completely, but you finally stood and stretched your legs before you headed back to your apartment near the edge of the park. You had been too lost in thought as you ignored your neighbor who called out to you, waving happily until her hand slowly sunk as she watched you in confusion while the door closed behind you. 

You’d been on autopilot since your birthday, maybe it wasn’t exactly healthy to cut yourself off like this but you needed answers, so you sat down in front of your laptop and began to type profusely, typing in random Google searches and scrolling for ages until something seemed to pop up that had no credibility whatsoever, but it was worth a shot.

‘It’s been said by very few, but there’s some odd connection between people seeing a red thread tied to them that no one else can see, except one other person on the planet; their soulmate.’

“You have GOT to be kidding me,” you scoffed as you reread the paragraph.

You laughed out loud at the sheer ridiculousness of the article, so you closed the window and put on a movie while you walked into the kitchen and began to make some food. There had been odd sounds coming from the laptop, and sometimes it happened so you ignored it as you continued to throw something together, your mind weighing heavily on how silly that article seemed. But what if it wasn’t so outlandish, what if there was some sort of truth to it? It would explain why you could never see the end of it, and it also made sense why you were the only one aware of its existence. 

With a bowl full of food, you sat back down at your desk and found that page again, your curiosity getting the better of you as your eyes scanned all the comments from unregistered users. Most were ridiculing the people who did believe it, but that was expected on the internet. But some seemed incredibly convinced that it was true and they’d been on travels to find the end of it. 

Some were successful in their searches, according to these users in their incredibly detailed stories. Some had even shown pictures of them and their newfound loves, which you were still sitting there shoveling food into your mouth with a lot of skepticism. If these were works of fiction, they were incredibly written and well told, you had to give them that at least, but something in your gut wasn’t sitting right. While you scooped out the last of the food from the bottom of the bowl, you were still left with more questions than answers.

What you did figure out was several interesting things: not everyone had a soulmate string, and it wasn’t in the cards for everyone, which was realistic enough. Another thing was that there were instances that the strings could be severed and it could happen in one of a few ways, whether they died unexpectantly, one of the two people refused to go searching for the end of the string, or if it were deliberately severed by falling in love with someone who wasn’t your soulmate. 

It was late when you finally decided to make a cup of tea and head to bed, you’d have to look for more information in the morning, your eyes were stinging from how exhausted you were and how long you stared at the screen. When you settled into your comforter and your eyes began to droop, you swore you could hear something gently moving within your apartment but you wrote it off as the upstairs neighbors shuffling around. Sometimes Dana had been a little too active during the night and she paced a lot, but she did so quietly since she didn’t want to be rude, you never complained though. We all had our issues, maybe she couldn’t sleep, it happened. So you turned around with the blanket thrown about the mattress, your eyes closed and you drifted off peacefully.

While you slept, you were unaware of the huddled figure in the corner of your room, his intense eyes burning into your form as you slept there so peacefully, he was intrigued. Most people were always afraid of the ‘boogeyman’ hiding in the shadows, they’d wake up afraid with their heavy breathing, searching for the monster in the darkness. They never saw him unless he wanted them to see him, it was one of his powers that he used constantly to toy with his prey. 

But as he sat here in this apartment and looked over all of the things that decorated your wells, your shelves, he couldn’t help but look down at the awkward red string that was tied to his pinky, leading straight to you. It was odd and he hadn’t seen anything like it in his entire existence, only pathetic childish rumors whispered on the winds of things like soulmates, but the world was always evolving and he was learning things every day, so he figured he’d try his best to discover what it meant exactly as you slept. When you stirred and turned in your bed, your eyes still peacefully closed as you nestled deeper into the pillow, his eyes were on you while he playfully tugged at the string. There wasn’t any resistance but you also weren’t bothered by his actions, so he continued to test anything that he pleased, his hands tried to undo the string, but nothing worked to remove it. 

The tall demon stood from the corner and hovered above your bed, this demon who wreaked havoc on humankind for centuries had now suddenly felt the mortal weight of unease, he stood there with no answers and only more questions. At least he had his magic to prolong the inevitable, he figured you’d learn to understand what this meant for you both, so he’d leave it up to you. 

The next morning, you awoke early enough to make some breakfast and get back to work doing more research on your little predicament. What you failed to take into account was that you were feeling odd all morning. You wrote it off as exhaustion or the food just didn’t sit right, but it didn’t explain why you felt as if someone was constantly watching you even though you were alone in your place. You weren’t finding much else on the internet, so you figured you’d try your chances at the bookstore, so you slid into your sweater once you were ready to go and headed out for the morning. 

He had to follow you to make sure you could figure it out, he needed answers just as much as you did. Without compromising his position so close to you, he did what he could to call forth a glamour of sorts over the string for the time being. He followed you around each corner, his face stuck inside the books that surrounded him while he kept a careful eye on you while you had dug through many texts over the span of two hours. Incubus never grew bored, in fact, he had all the time in the world so he grew more interested in watching you as you did your research, your hands always scribbling down notes and your eyes scanning each article with caution. 

At one point, you disappeared from his sight because you needed something to replenish your strength as you continued your search, Inkubus had no idea where you got to, and at that moment, he almost felt the unfamiliar prickling sting of worry. How trivial and human that was, to worry that something happened to you. He was tethered to you for a reason, one he hadn’t understood but wanted to, yet he absolutely hated the dreadful feeling he gained over this entire situation. 

He fled through the aisles and snapped his head back and forth as he searched for you, he couldn’t reveal the string just yet, or else that could lead to something that he wasn’t entirely prepared to deal with head-on. He almost skidded to a halt when he found you at the back of the small cafe they had in the back of the bookstore, a coffee in your hand, a sandwich on the table before you, and a notepad in your hand. He let out a sigh and kept himself against the walls and out of your view. 

It didn’t affect him as it did you, but you couldn’t ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach that began once you entered the bookstore. Was this supposed soulmate nearby, was that why you were feeling off? You held up your hand and looked down at your finger, the red string still intact, but as your eyes followed it further, you saw something that seemed to blur your sight the further you tried to look. You were intent on finding the source of what the hell was going on, you hadn’t read anything about people’s strings blurring, that was the opposite of what you’d expected. 

Your hand ran along the length of it the further you walked around the bookstore, ignoring the strange looks and no-so-silent whispers from the groups that watched you mostly out of curiosity because you were on a mission. 

Your fingers slid up further and further until your attention was grabbed by a tall figure standing off to the side, his eyes seemed to match your initial expression of confusion, especially once whatever that was obscuring your string had disappeared and led straight to the tall stranger. He looked older than you’d expected, his hair thin and light brown, a thicker goatee coated with white, and deep-set eyes that seemed darker than they were. But you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome, he carried himself rather well and he had that charm to him as he seemed to stare at you over the book in his hands.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been staring at me. It’s flattering, but you might want to be a bit more discreet about it,” he said smoothly, which made you want to cover your face in embarrassment. 

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry, it’s just that… do you see this?” You held up the string in your palm and presented it to him, your eyes stared at him, hoping you didn’t sound crazy as he looked at your palm curiously. 

“Yes,” he said cautiously, “why are you presenting this to me, child?”

You laughed almost hysterically as you leaned back against one of the shelves filled with books. “You can see it? Seriously? That’s… I have no idea how to feel but I’m not crazy, I knew it.” You placed your hand on your head and laughed with relief. “I don’t know what the hell this is all about, I’ve looked at everything I could find, nothing is really talked about like it’s been erased or hidden.”

The man looked down at you as he closed the book and set it aside, his intense stare made you shift under his gaze. “There have been…stories in my time of this phenomena, though only rumor. There’s been no truth to them to my knowledge, but I think you’d find me ridiculous for even saying it.”

You scoffed and stood up straight, your head tilted slightly as you looked over his features. “I bet I got you beat on that one,” you claimed proudly. 

Inkubus smirked, enjoying your courage as you stood before him, so he cleared his throat and beckoned for you to follow him. “Grab your things, you may not want to be around people when you hear this.”

And like that, he was walking away from you, leaving you behind as you stood in surprise, so you scrambled back to grab your coffee and bit of lunch you had left, tucking the writing pad beneath your arm as you burst out from the door, your head swiveled around to find him. The stranger stood across the way, his long, dark coat whipped in the sudden wind shift while he waited for you.

“So,” you sighed as you jogged across the way, “what is this that you know? I found some weird articles and- oh shit, I’m sorry, I’m not thinking straight.” You held out your hand and offered an awkward smile as you looked up at him. “I’m Y/N.”

The man stared down for a moment and took your hand gently, shaking it until he brought it up to his lips. Your face felt hot as you watched him place a kiss on your fingers. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Y/N, but you must forgive me…” He released your hand and walked away momentarily, his eyes flitted over toward you as you stood there with your coffee brought to your lips. “I haven’t been entirely honest with you, I’m, afraid. I’ve been following you for a while to see if there was something I could do to figure out exactly what this was.”

“You’ve followed me…and I wasn’t able to sense that?”

“All thanks to my magic,” he beamed.

Your face dropped. “Magic? Wait, you can do magic? Do you-”

He stepped up to you and placed a finger on your lips, smiling as he shushed you gently. “In due time, little one, in due time. I’m trying to figure out what this exactly is, and I was hoping if I followed you here, you could explain what is going on. I can’t really give you a solid explanation, only rumors from the past.”

You nodded as you flipped through your notepad, your finger slid down the page as you scanned for the notes you took on your laptop. “Okay, so this is going to sound absolutely ridiculous, but hear me out since this is the ONLY thing I’ve found- what’s your name?” You paused and stared at him, curious as to why he hadn’t told you yet. 

“Oh, my name is Inkubus. With a ‘K’.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You’re serious? Are you an actual incubus…?”

There was no fear as you asked, he could feel your calm excitement, but nothing that indicated that you were afraid, hell, he could even sense the interest you had when you looked at him. It made him proud to know he had an effect on you. “Yes, I am.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth…?” you asked skeptically, still wanting to know more about this stranger before just taking his word as fact. “I mean, you could just be some handsome guy who’s come to steal me away.”

Inkubus smirked and twirled back around to look at you, his eyes bore into yours and he took several steps closer. Suddenly, flashes of a different life behind your closed eyes began to play out, and he was there in most of those memories. You saw his truth, you saw his form flash quickly in your mind and knew that he was the one doing this. When it finished, your eyes opened slowly and you looked up at him in awe, your hand reached out and touched his arm to see if he truly was real. Inkubus snickered and reached out to stroke the back of his hand across your cheek, now very curious about you. 

“Do you believe in soulmates, Inkubus?”  you asked softly.

He laughed again, only this time it sounded more spiteful than anything, but his smile still held that softness at the edges. “Oh Y/N, I never believed in that. Do you truly believe this is that silly old soulmate myth?”

“Well, what else could it be? It may be absolutely false, it could be rumors, but what if it isn’t? What if there’s something more going on with this? How will we ever know if we just ignore it?”

“Is what I’m hearing from you is that you want to test this theory, personally?”

“Well,” you looked away as you felt your face begin to heat up again, you scratched your arm shyly, “I want to get to the bottom of it, and if it means we get to find out, I wouldn’t be opposed… you seem pretty okay to me. Wouldn’t be the worst person I’ve hung around in my lifetime.”

Inkubus laughed hysterically at that and almost doubled over with laughter. “Oh you’ll soon be eating those words, my sweet little Y/N,” he teased, his finger now stroking the outline of your jaw. Damn, he loved to flirt, as if you could handle him being an incubus, now having to deal with what that all came with, you would be in for one hell of a ride. You were sure of it. 

“I guess there’s only one way to tell, right?” You held out your hand and smiled, your cheeks twinged with embarrassment. “I’m game if you are, soulmate,” you giggled.

Inkubus thought for a moment before he grabbed your hand and shook it. “I suppose I’ll try not to get you too worked up, Y/N, we have a theory to test.”

[faerhardyn-the-raging-ethereal]

Headcanon that Sam got Danny to listen to Blind Guardians’ “The Bards Song” and he has fallen in love with their songs ever since. Also through that he discovered Manowar and Warlock/Doro.

His favorite songs from Warlock are “I Rule The Ruins” “Metal Tango” “Soldier of Metal” “The Night of The Warlock”, “Fur Immer”(He dedicates that song to Sam and their relationship. It’s a german love song. I also headcanon that this was their wedding song). “Earthshaker Rock”, “All We Are” , “Cold Cold World”

His faves from Manowar are “Warriors of the World” “Call to Arms” “The Crown and The Ring” (A good ghost king Danny song), “The Gods Made Heavy Metal” “Sons of Odin” “Heart of Steel” and many more

He also loves the song “Forever Angel” by Axel Rudi Pell

He also likes Primal Fear - “Riding the Eagle”. “Cliffs of Gallipoli” by Sabaton is a song he likes as well. “Crimson Thunder” by HammerFall is also his fave.

He also likes other bands such as 1. Iced Earth. 2. Iron Savior. 3. Virgin Steel (Tucker introduced him to this band). 4. Mikey introduced Danny to Saxon.

“Crusader” by Saxon is also Lancers favorite song.

Sam listens to Witchhelm and also likes to listen to viking metal such as Týr, Ensiferum, and Korpikaani. She also listens to Heilung (folk band) and Inkubus Sukkubus. Bardo(Jordan Reyne). She also listens to Type-O-Negative.

Dash also likes to listen to viking metal.(because i headcanon he has viking ancestry)

I also headcanon that Danny is a fantasy nerd. Always plays as a half elf in fantasy MMOs and RPGS.

Headcanon that in group chats while playing online fantasy games (Post reveal). Sam, Tucker, Danny, Dash, Kwan, and some other online friends play - White Skull - Asgard, The Bards Song, Skalds and Shadows, Banners High by Majesty, Any Manowar song, any Powerwolf song, and whatever else to fit the atmosphere especially when up against bosses.

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3. 7. 19

3. does thorn wear glasses/contacts ?

                 long hours of reading for matters both personal & professional have resulted in the need for reading glasses. however she’ll so seldomly be caught in them.

7. top five songs ?

in no particular order.

bad reputation by joan jett. 

desire by joan jett & the blackheart. 

midnight queen by inkubus sukkubus. 

no light, no light by florence + the machine.

black diamond by kiss. 

19. does she enjoy any unusual food combinations that others find unappealing ?

                 not particularly, no. the closest thing would likely be peanut butter, banana, & honey on wheat to satisfy a sweet tooth but nothing too far fetched as she’s not quite picky but somewhat particular about what goes in her body.

SENSORY HEADCANONS ( ACCEPTING ! ) | ASKBOX

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Horror Villains x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Types of Kisses. Just a quick something to balance out my personal bullshit posts and actual content ratio 😅

Characters Included: Dr Andover, Erik Destler, Freddy Krueger, Inkubus, Jim Bickerman, Mayor Buckman and Stuart Lloyd. Once again, if you see a pattern... no you don't.

Warnings: Kissing

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Dr Andover:

Cheek kisses that tell you no, he hasn't forgotten about you and you're still on his mind, he's just busy ^^

Erik Destler:

Selfish kisses; All about what he can steal from you before you come to your senses and realise he's just a freak, and leave him. Maybe he tries to be gentle with you but it usually ends up with your neck craned back and your mouth smothered with his and probably his hand around your neck. Possibly a muttering of the word 'stay' in a pleading tone if he gets too carried away with it.

Freddy Krueger:

There's a... loootta tongue involved here. Yeah. Okay so: kisses where he takes full advantage of someone willingly allowing him to kiss them. Like, holding-your-jaw-still, tongue-down-your-throat, take-a-breath-when-you-can kinda kisses.

Inkubus:

The kind of magical supernatural kiss that makes you feel tingly all the way from the tips of your ears to your toes. The kinda kisses that make you feel special and important, like a heroine in a book.

I don't know if this is pure skill, practise, or what- but it sure is not god given talent. Nothing about that man is god given.

Jim Bickerman:

Enthusiastic, handsy kisses where he's excited to have managed to win a hot piece of ass like you and just can't possibly keep his damn hands (/hook) to himself with you.

Mayor Buckman:

Big dramatic cartoon kisses that leave you love-drunk and heart-eyed. This man will take you in front of the whole town and dip you if he gets excited enough.

Stuart Lloyd:

Surprise kisses where he's innerly pumping himself up to actually do it for a few minutes, while you have no idea, then he actually finally does it and you savour it because it doesn't happen all that often ^^

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Inkubus x Reader || Headcanons

Plot/Topic: Ink develops a proclivity for transforming into a little grey cat whenever it suits him.

Warnings: x1 Mention of dead animals.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @slxsherwriter , @your-mxnd-is-mxne .

You can turn yourself into a cat!?-

Mhm, of course, how do you think I travel? Do you think that I pay full fare???

... ...

He hasn't done this for centuries, so he's a little rusty at first; slipping on hardwood floors and tile on little paws, and other clumsy little mistakes. It's funny while it lasts, but he gets the hang of it quickly again.

He starts to transform whenever you're angry with him. You come home looking to tear into him for showing up at your work and theres a God Damn cat perched patiently on top of your couch. It tilts its head at you. Can you really be mad at an innocent little cat?? He knows he's cute, the bastard.

Transforms when you're asleep, and you have so many damn cushions he can't fit in your bed with you as a man, so that he can slip onto a pillow next to your head, curl up and take a nap with you. You wake up to find that sleek old grey cat purring by you.

Introducing him, as a your pet kitty, to friends and family who visit. XD He is the most grumpy, unresponsive pet in existance. He bites people if they try to pat him! He even nibbles your fingers a little too sharply- take That, Y/N.

Not-at-all responsive to catnip. No. Don't even think about that.

Startles you in the dark (When you get up in the middle of the night for water, after you turn off you TV at night when it was the only light in the room, when you're getting into or out of bed, etc) when suddenly you feel the brush of a tail against your legs, which is bad enough, and then he, a MAN appears in your room beside you. Jesus-

-christ, Ink, don't scare me like that!! I could've had a heartattack.

Oh, my bad. It didn't occur to me that you would be startled. I'll try to be more mindful in the future.

=_= ... yes you did. =_= And no you won't.

Yes, I did (: And no... I won't (:

Him being your emotional support animal when you're anxious, or having a particularly bad stretch with your depression, or you're just having a bad day, or you're sick. Him creeping onto your lap when you're in tears, like *sigh*... go ahead. And letting you cuddle his soft cat form. Him watching TV while you run your fingers through his fur so many times it's like silk by the time you're calm.

Take a moment here- imagine the moment in the middle of the night when you're cosy in your bed, mostly asleep by awake enough to notice the moment Ink changes back from a cat into a man behind you. The dip getting deeper suddenly on the mattress by you and the warmth increasing on your back. The purring changing into a contented, human sigh as he shifts and wraps an arm around you to guide you closer.

Inkubus giving you a neighbourhood reputation as a witch!! Everyone knows about the mysterious, dark grey cat that wonders around your home. How it won't respond to anyone but you. How you'll notice it out your window, let it in and then... well, some people (busybodies. curious children. the folk across the way who happen to look over out their kitchen window at just the right moment) have noticed through that same window: what looks to be a man in there who wasn't there before, all of a sudden. Sometimes there's a kiss between you and Him.

The Man is always glimpsed through your windows, but he is never seen entering and he's never seen leaving your house- just that cat.

Its all very odd and strange to everyone and sometimes Ink will wonder, as the cat of course, over to other houses just to hear what they're saying about him. Maybe you're caring for an unwell relative? Maybe you're a kidnapper? Maybe you summoned something unsavoury one night and it wont leave? He likes that last one, best. They don't know how right they are~ Though he summons himself, thank you very much. He should summon himself right into their bedroom in the middle of the night and give them a good scare for thinking of him as such a low-level imp.

What must the rest of the street think? You wonder outloud one afternoon, chuckling and shaking your head after shooing Ink away from the window. They see a cat come in, they see a cat go. And then there's an old man in my kitchen they never saw come in.

Oh, they think that you abducted your invalid grandfather, he tells you casually, hanging over the stew you're brewing and sneaking a taste.

Your head snaps his way. -what!?

And, of course- Inkubus does not need any excuse, to be a menace... but I'm sure being a cat does allow him to play a few tricks on you, and perhaps the neighbours, that he couldn't as a man XD Like popping out of small dark places to startle you, like leaving small dead animals on particular neighbours front door mats, etc. He cant help it. He's a menace.

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Okay but remember my Inkubus x Reader x Norman Nordstrom headcanon set?? I'm imagining it the other way around XDD

Like Inkubus is moving in on Y/N, his next victim, and all is going smoothly as usual...- when suddenly Y/N's starts dating the old blind man next door??? Inkubus is friendzoned, reduced to a 'bestie' who has to listen to you go on and on about a man named Norman (God Inkubus - with a special inverted k - would be so irritated at that XD 'pft, norman. very fearsome. very unique. please... ' ) and he's just standing there like

'What... happened... here... ' trynna pin point the exact moment the world tipped upside down.

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In Evil Librarian, there's a running gag that all demons just love Sweeney Todd- like, they absolutely adore it. To the point that none of them can even consider killing anyone who is currently in a production of it (When one demon moves in on the main demon's turf, a highschool putting on Sweeney Todd as their show this year, they literally have a conversation like 'okay so we'll divvy up the student body and the staff to eat later on, don't even think about touching my consort or i'll kill you, oh and they're doing Sweeney Todd'- 'oh really?? How wonderful. So obviously the whole cast and crew are off limits then' 'yes exactly, I'll get you the performance times. Anyway- get in my way and I will destroy you')-

And I can't help headcanon-ing that Inkubus is the same way XDD

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Oh my god man, how can I pick just one story!? All of your stories are amazing, and you even got me liking characters I wasn't interested before!!

But, for the ask, I have to try to choose favorites... This isn't gonna be easy trust me. To make it easier, I'm gonna center it around individual characters rather than stories because I CAN'T PICK JUST ONE-

In no particular order:

1. Toon Patrol. Just- All of your TP fanfics. ESPECIALLY your Smartass' daughter story. I just want to write fanfiction FOR your fanfiction, I swear!

2. Anything with Cruella De Vil. HOLY CRAP you write her so damn good! I didn't like her too much before, but GOD DAMN you catapulted her into my top Disney villains list.

3. I'm not sure if it counts, but that headcanon set of Inkubus and Norman getting jealous/territorial of Y/N. Just... AH! The way you wrote them interacting with Y/N and each other, just... Oh my god.

3. Anything with Chucky and Tiffany in it. He was an interesting Slasher to me before, BUT NOW??? I... Holy crap i don't have words, but you made me FEEL a certain way for them XD

4. HARPER ALEXANDER! DO I EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN???

Those are the ones I can think of off the top of my head, but honestly, I love all your writing! Thank you for what you do, and I hope you continue to have fun writing in the future! ^^

AHHHHHHHHH MAN I'M KICKING MY FEET AND SMILING INTO MY PILLOW

You DONT KNOW how much it means to me that you enjoy my Cruella fics!! She is one of my favouriteeeeeee characters in general and to write for, as well as a main comfort character for me so whatever i do write for her has great vibes for me because it comforted me and so to know that you like them too is just!!!! *keyboard smash*

AND THE INKUBUS AND NORMAN ONE??? I honestly thought you were just being lovely and nice about that one!!! Thank you so much!! That one was so so fun to create!!!!!

Also just to hear that I helped to make you like some characters like Harper and Cruella and Chucky??? I AM SO DEAD. OH MY LORD. That is literally the highest compliment you could bestow- I- ahhhh!!

Really really really this message is killing me in the bessssssst way, my heart is just so full thank you so much!!!

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OH NO I SEEM TO HAVE ENDED UP IN YOUR ASK BOX AFTER WATCHING INKUBUS... GUESS I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO REQUEST SOMETHING... maybe a stubborn love interest finally admitting they're into him? >3> (my tsundere-self is STARVING)

Wow, look at me still being so on brand and doing this so late because yay depression! But hey, we got Inkubus content and I am happy to provide it no matter how long it takes me! Again, I am so sorry Kissi, oof.

“Pretend All You Want”

Inkubus x GN!Reader

Rating: Mature; Slight dirty talk, teasing, Inkubus being himself as per usual, pining, you like a little choking? groping, this man is persistent!

Length: 2k

“Aww come on, little one, are you telling me you don’t like the setup I have going for this evening? Here I figured I did a stand-up job that would make even YOU light up in excitement.”

Inkubus was one of the most infuriating beings you ever had the pleasure of being around for the past couple of months, and that wasn’t entirely by your personal choice either, though he wouldn’t tell you why exactly he’d been hung up on flirting with you constantly since that day. Except the thing was you absolutely loved the attention he gave you, the way his voice lowered and spoke to you with words you never thought you’d hear all for you, the way his hands would gently sit on your shoulders and slowly slide down your arms wanting to do much more than sitting idly on your arms. 

Of course, you wanted to act on those devilishly impure thoughts you had about him and it was obvious he wanted you to as well, but something about him made you keep yourself at a distance that he really didn’t appreciate. The more you hung around him, the more you figured he wasn’t one who was really told ‘no’ very often, so you had to make sure to keep him in check. 

You wanted to just walk away from him after he was being such a showoff, but you had to admit that deep down you loved this. He had a habit of treating you to an outing for dinner every week, just you and him at a nice candle lit restaurant, incredibly cliche. He even used his handy magic to make sure there was no one else besides the waitstaff to be there with you both, he needed you all to himself. He figured if he was going to stoop to ‘silly human behaviors’ in order to win your affection, then this was the way to go. Who doesn't enjoy being pampered every once in a while?

You, apparently. 

According to him, you’d been the toughest person to get close to, but he never backed down from a challenge, and you were his greatest yet. He knew that he was somehow scoring points with you whenever he’d see the corner of your mouth twitch ever so slightly. He knew he was winning you over, it was painfully obvious with the way you’d turn away from him and try not to make eye contact or the way your cheeks would gain color whenever he said something playfully filthy to you just to see your reaction. Whatever he said it would make your skin crawl in the most pleasurable way, but you wouldn't let him know that.

Did you normally act like this with other people when someone at the bar was being a bit too pushy? Absolutely not, there was just this feeling that took over you whenever Inkubus was around, you figured he was using his magic to influence you in your presence even though you specifically told him not to, but when did he ever listen in the first place?

“Yeah, it’s alright here, the food ain’t half bad,” you said causally.

“Ain’t half bad? Aww come on, sweet thing, I think I can get a little better than that,” he purred as he tilted your chin with his index finger, but you pulled away and scoffed, hiding your obvious embarrassment. 

“I said it’s fine, Inkubus, let’s j-just eat okay? The sooner we get out of here, the better.” You slid into a chair opposite of him and held the menu up to cover your face as you looked for something that you could distract yourself with, like reading the drink menu over and over again.

 He chuckled and tilted his head to see you better over the top of the menu, he couldn’t help but stare sometimes. Humans were still beautiful no matter how many he’d seen in his years, there were a few that could really capture his attention, and you were one of those lucky few. 

“Mhm, I like where your mind is at. More time to be alone, maybe letting me worship you in private, hmm?” 

You scoffed and held the menu further, hiding your face so he couldn’t see just how badly he’d gotten to you. This is how it’s been and it wouldn’t stop. You wanted to just let him in, but how could you when he was just so carefree with everything, as if doing something so sensual wasn’t a big deal to you? You took that seriously and you should have closed him off for good, but here you were, playing this game with him that he loved so much. He should have grown bored, he could have, but he had all the time in the world to spend wooing you, why would he stop now?

“Shut up,” you grumbled. 

He looked over at you even though you refused to look back, but his smile only widened whenever he’d watch you and you didn’t pay attention. "Y/N, I figured I could let you in on another secret if you're interested," he said nonchalantly while he crossed his fingers, his deep-set eyes staring at you 

You looked over at him as you pulled the menu down from your face, curiosity lit up in your eyes. "Oh, go on." He would do this to keep you engaged in conversation with him, he'd offer a fun little tidbit or fact about himself and see if you'd take the bait. When he first told you he was a demon, you didn't believe a word he said, so you did your best to ignore him after that. 

He smiled and leaned forward on the table. "Did you know I could do magic?"

"Magic? As in lame card tricks?" You scoffed. "I could even do that."

His smile only grew, he knew he had you hooked. "Oh I don't mean silly card tricks, little one, I mean real magic. I could make myself disappear."

You huffed and crossed your arms with a sullen expression on your face. "Then why don't you do it now and spare me the headache for the rest of the evening?" It was a joke, mostly.

Inkubus didn't take your harsh words to heart, he knew better than to allow himself to get hurt by something as simplistic as your attitude, especially when you were already so wrapped around his finger. 

"Well, I could have, but it wouldn't have been as impressive as what I can show you. I can make it entertaining for you at least, do you wanna see?"

You nodded a bit too eagerly while you watched him carefully, your eyes wide so you wouldn't miss it. Inkubus leaned back in his chair and shot you a smooth wink, blew you a kiss, and suddenly it was as if he faded out of existence with a click of a button. You blinked several times in shock, you looked around for him, but there was nothing to be seen. The waitstaff minded their own business and went about as if nothing was amiss, but you shot up from your chair and you looked around for him as you looked everywhere in the large dining area.

"Well, that is pretty cool, I have to admit," you said as you tried to act unimpressed, "but can you come back now?"

You were greeted with silence. 

"Inkubus, you didn't… you didn't blink out of reality or something did you? Come on, this isn’t funny."

Inkubus was having a fun time messing with you, especially since he could walk along a different plane of existence unlike most, and his finger ran up your spine playfully as he passed behind you. You shivered, thinking it was just a random chill and nothing more.

"Inkubus?" Your hardened tone dropped now, your eyes widened, and you looked absolutely frightened like a lost child. 

Sometimes he thrived on making people feel fear, it kept the blood pumping and the heart beating fast while he toyed with you, and as much as he wanted to drag it out and take his time with you, he figured he wouldn't give you too big of a scare just yet. But he did want one thing… 

As you circled the room searching for him, you felt as if he was standing right beside you, but there was nothing. You swore you could see your breath in front of you as a little puff of cold mist, but you thought you were just seeing things. "Alright come on, I'm not playing anymore."

"Tell me what I want to hear, little one," an ethereal voice whispered to you softly. "Tell me."

You cleared your throat. "T-Tell you what? There's nothing to say."

Another voice, one that wasn't his, floated amongst the soft whispers you heard. Was it your own? "Come on, don't play stupid, you know what he wants."

"I'm not, I don't know what you want, Inkubus," you huffed. "I just wanna have some food, okay?"

His spectral form stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your middle as his hands glided across your chest and stomach. You sighed and closed your eyes, enjoying the sensual feeling of where his hands were gliding. You had been wanting nothing more than to feel him all over you, you've even dreamt of it, but something stopped you and you couldn't even lie to yourself anymore. 

His magic coated you like a warm blanket draped over your shoulders, and you could feel his enthrallment wash over you while you stood in the middle of this restaurant, ignoring everything and everyone that could probably see you. You had been left alone by the staff as Inkubus began to toy with you without showing himself, which you preferred if you could see him, but the way his hands were moving and how good he was making you feel right now had taken priority over your thoughts. 

"Inkubus," you groaned beneath his touch, “C’mon, stop playing around.”

“Only when you say it, little one,” he growled as his hand grabbed at you slightly rougher than before. You arched your back and felt him behind you. “Tell me how bad it is you want me, I know you do. I’ve seen the way you look at me, it’s an all too familiar gaze. I’ve seen it before. It only gets messy when you fight it.”

You sighed and all let your cold heart thaw even just for a moment. “Of c-course I do, Inkubus, I like you, okay?” The words tumbled from your mouth and you had no way of correcting your mistake, right now, you didn’t even care. You wanted his hands to roam further and do so much more, you couldn’t even imagine the magic you'd feel if you allowed him to explore further.

The demon smiled and pulled away from you, leaving you there so desperate and needy for him, the smile on his face when he appeared before you only made your cheeks grow hotter with frustration. You’d finally admitted it and hated to see the smug satisfaction in his eyes. “Well, well, it’s honestly about time that you’ve given up on your little tough-nut-to-crack persona and given into me, Y/N, I rather like seeing you like this. So vulnerable just because I know exactly where to touch you…” He reached out and stroked the side of your face, which only made you grow more irritated. 

You slapped his hand away and pouted. “Whatever, I just said it so I could move this night along and I could eat, is that such a big deal?” The color in your cheeks only proved against your argument as you slid back into your chair and glared down at the menu. 

All Inkubus could do was chuckle at your attempt to pout. “Oh of course, how silly of me.” He stepped behind you and placed both hands gently on your shoulders, his fingers digging in a little rough as he pulled you back in your chair, forcing you to look up at him. “But if you think I’m going to let you get out of this one, you’re sorely mistaken.” One of Inkubus’s hands slid up and wrapped around your throat, his digits giving your windpipe a teasing squeeze. 

Of course, you let out a pathetic moan, and all he could do was smile down at you.

“Just the way I like you, little one.” 

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If you wouldn’t mind, could you do a collection of Robert Englund character’s (Erik, Freddy, Buckman, Inkubus etc) with a significant other who had long hair. Like them playing with it or using it in the bedroom. If you could that would be so awesome!!! Love all that you do!

Oh honey, thank you for dropping in to say such kindness! I am always so happy to hear this from people, I am more than honored that you enjoy my work <3

And oh goodness, you know my weak spot, all of the Englund characters, which hilariously make up most of my roster. I hope this is to your liking, and thank you so much for being OH so patient. You're the best~

Englund Characters x S/O with long hair

Length: 1.9k

Erik Destler

Erik is more of a physical person, always has been despite the harshness he was met with when he had made the deal with the devil, that’s just how he was. He’s been alone for most of his years, afraid and closed off because of how he now looked. The things he had to do in order to resemble some form of normalcy were extreme, he figured he would never really feel the intimate touch of someone again. That was until you came along.

Christine had broken his heart and left him there, alone, even more broken than he already was, but you came along and mended that for him, slowly but surely. He was obsessed with Christine back when he had seen her, but you? You didn’t resemble her at all, so naturally, he was confused as to why something about you called out to him. Your presence was conflicting to him but he soon realized just how much you affected him because of how responsive you were to him.

When he lavished you with attention, you didn’t cower away nor did you retract your hand from his, you greeted him with as much attention as he gave you, and he was almost stunned by your boldness. You amazed him every day you two were together and you couldn't help but ask him to play something for you, he found this request to be completely embarrassing yet it made his heart soar all the same. What he loved to do was play with your hair when you allowed him, there was something about it but it was incredibly soft, so well taken care of. He would lose himself in the scent of your shampoo and the way it made your hair smell so heavenly, he could list all of the things he adored about you.

Erik was one to be soft and gentle most times whenever he'd be intimate with you, afraid of what he was capable of if he allowed himself to lose control. He had to be careful around you, especially when he was riding the adrenaline high from killing late in the night. After he would come back and clean up, after taking his time to apply his newly acquired face, he would always make his way back to you. He would slip under the covers as you slept soundly, his fingers always running through your hair.

At one point he had caught you bathing and you were humming to yourself, completely at ease as you poured water down your body, your hair soaking it up. Erik walked up behind you and knelt down behind you, startling you at first, but you smiled and leaned back, allowing him to help you. He had never been in such an intimate situation but he sure enjoyed this moment and made sure to take his time, his hands ever so gentle as he took care of you. Since the first time, you asked him to help you whenever you had taken a bath, you were a sucker for his hands.

Freddy

Now Freddy is an interesting guy when it comes to your hair. He's the one who likes to toy with you, mess with you, get to you as much as he can. But truth be told, he wasn't really one for giving up his interests or talking about personal things with anyone, no matter who you were. So you had to get him back somehow for all the pranks, the jokes, the embarrassing moments. You knew he died in the 60s and was familiar with that time, so you used that for your advantage.

One day you tried your hand at that particular fashion style, just so happened to 'accidentally fall asleep' in your newly acquired outfit. He had definitely noticed and his eyes lingered a moment, but nothing really grabbed his attention. So you went the complete opposite direction after reading some random article you found, finding that men of certain ages found this particular look to be quite attractive. What could go wrong? So you had gotten the pieces and tried it out a week after the first attempt.

When Freddy saw you this time, oh man, he was not prepared for you to be standing there in THAT. Your long hair was pulled up in neatly styled pigtails and you were wearing a simple nightgown with bobby socks. The dream demon was almost frozen to the spot once he saw you, and he attempted (and failed) to play off as if your outfit didn’t get to him. You swore you could have heard a low growl come from him, but you grew cocky when he was almost rendered speechless for a moment.

You would hold this above his head for as long as you could, but he would deal with that later, instead, you tilted your head back and forth, your pigtails swishing around as you couldn’t help but smile, teasing him as you would turn away from him, bending over and lifting your feet, showing off the bobby socks. Fuck, he would kick you out of the boiler room for doing this to him if he didn’t love it so much. Freddy had never been tongue tied because of you, but he supposed that you were full of surprises.

You just better hope that you can handle this dream demon in the bedroom because he will not go easy on you. His hands will always be on your pigtails, yanking at them in some manner, pulling whatever sounds he could from you, getting you worked up. He craved it and couldn't get enough of it, especially with that cute little outfit of yours. Maybe he’d ask you to do this again sometime.

Mayor Buckman

Well now, Mayor Buckman would already think you're one of the cutest darn things he ever did see, but he has never seen someone with hair quite like yours! It wasn't something you'd see everyday and he was very curious about it when you first pulled up to Pleasant Valley. He's seen many people come and go in his time being alive and undead, but here you were, breaking down that wall and seemed so accepting of their little town and how they ran things here. The mayor had insisted that you call him Bucky, a term of endearment that only Granny Boone had called him, but he extended it to you as well.

For the first few days, you figured things were fine and the mayor was just being friendly, but the longer you stayed, the more friendly he got, until you were both absent from dinner, though no one suspected much of anything at first. You and Buckman had snuck off every night that week, unable to keep your hands to one another while you hid out in the field, the moon high in the sky as its light kissed your exposed skin. You lay there, wondering just how you got into this situation, but honestly you didn’t regret it one bit. Not even when people began to find out about you two. It wasn’t unheard of, you read weird articles about people who dated ghosts.

You had usually caught Buckman staring at you every once in a while, you found it really cute how he would get embarrassed and look away, as if he would be in trouble since he was caught. You’d twirl your hair around your fingers absentmindedly whenever you were distracted, Buckman would be watching. You took notice and finally had the chance to ask him just what it was he was thinking when you caught him staring at you. He confessed it was your hair, it was just so incredibly long and soft! He had never seen such an amount of hair, he even admitted to wanting to just press his face into it when he would hug you from behind. It made you look otherworldly sometimes, like an untouchable deity.

He would call you his fae, magical and so mysterious, and of course, you had the celestial look about you when you would sit there with him in the night, your hair cascading down your form. He would find himself despondently wanting to be around you, like you had some pull on him that he couldn’t explain. He would always love it when he’d find you braiding your hair and he could watch you do it for hours, but what made his heart even lighter was when you’d add cute additions to it like some wildflowers you would find on your outings.

When it came to using it in the bedroom, he loved to watch you strip bare for him, seeing your hair cover you up just enough to leave him wanting more. Buckman loved to use it to his advantage, wrapping it around his hand to make you move your head for easier access to your neck. He loved using it to make sure you felt his firm grip and the obvious hold he had over you, but you craved it more than he could ever realize, so when you would whisper ever so sweetly to him to ‘pull harder’, well, he indulged.

Inkubus

Inkubus was a simple creature mostly, but sometimes there was that special being he would find every couple of centuries that would catch his eye, much like you. What he saw as you walked across the street right toward him was the incredibly long flow of hair that followed behind you. Many thoughts cycled through his head, but mostly he wondered just what it would look like wrapped around his hand as you lay beneath him. Would you fall for his influence, his charm? He sure hoped so, he would need to find out sooner or later, but for now, the demon figured he’d follow you a bit more.

When you did eventually run into him, his hand was already caressing your hair and the side of your face, his interest in you was strange, but the warm and tingling feeling you got when he spoke had quashed your doubts. You easily fell for his words, his hollow promises of passion and desire, and you followed him. You fell to your knees in hopes to appease his appetite, and boy did you do so well for him. He’d call you his adoring pet, his gloved hand now ungloved to gather your hair up, yanking on it firmly yet without being accompanied by pain.

Whenever he’d touch your hair like this, it sent shivers up your spine and you wanted more, you always wanted more, and he made sure of that. His influence on you grew and grew, his interest in you hadn’t tired like you worried it would. Inkubus was one to promise you so much with so few words, and it was almost like sorcery that you succumbed to him so easily, but you didn’t mind it, really. He treated you like royalty and would even end up playing with your hair when it fancied him. For an incubus demon, he really knew how to braid fairly well, his fingers weaving the strands easily and quickly.

When he wasn’t around you, you craved his touch, ached for it, you would even settle for him just gliding his fingertips gently across your back. Anything from him would reignite that indescribable feeling deep in your core. You’re sure you never felt like this before. Inkubus would always entertain your needs when you came to him, your wish always his command as his hands would quickly be on you, everywhere he could reach.

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So this was a request asked by @/Hex-GoodRandom on Wattpad, and I finally got to their request in my queue, so hopefully, you all enjoy this!

Inkubus and smut just go together don’t you think? It’s a shorter drabble, but hey, it’s a delicious little slice and I hope it’s acceptable! 

Inkubus x GN!Reader Words: 1.2k

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“Please?”

A shiver rand down his spine as your finger traced along his neck and slowly trailed it off of his shoulder. 

You loved to see him respond so well under your touch, it only influenced you to try again and again, seeing what got him to respond the most to your eager hands. 

A smile spread across your face as his dark eyes watched you carefully, a brow raised ever so slightly. “I’ve always wanted to try it, but you think of me as some delicate thing, you know I’m more than that. I’ve proven myself, haven’t I?”

Inkubus cleared his throat and smiled up at you as you stood before him while he sat on the edge of the bed, looking as relaxed as ever in his long black coat with a dated shirt underneath. “You have, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I am ready-”

You scoffed, cutting him off. Honestly, it wasn’t meant to sound rude, but you couldn’t hold in your laughter at his words. “I think you’ve been ready, hon, you’re just toying with me.” You took a seat beside him and nuzzled against his shoulder, then placed a small kiss on it before you pulled away. “Let’s just try it?”

“You’re sure it won’t scare you off?”

You snorted at the mere thought. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Inkubus huffed as he got to his feet, his hands pulled off the long jacket and placed it somewhere you didn’t see, your attention was too focused on him to really care. “If you regret your decision later on, I highly suggest you tell me so.”

You raised your shoulders in an innocent shrug. “Don’t count on it.”

The demon stood before you and took a deep breath, and then within an instant, his wings and horns sprouted, his skin changed and his eyes glowed beneath his brow. He looked terrifying in all his glory, but to you, you couldn’t have been more enthralled by his appearance. Your hand reached out to run along his bare forearm, feeling the tingling warmth on the tips of your fingers, and then there it was, that power that ebbed out and touched your mind, completely wrapped around you like a surge of waves. It made your mind go fuzzy, you shifted against the mattress, and without even laying a hand on you, Inkubus’s power reached out and spread throughout your body. Your leg moved and you felt it there, the overwhelming sensation of your core flooding with the most intense pleasure. 

“Fuuuck, Inkubus-” you gasped out, your words cut off by the intensity. “That’s not fair.”

He chuckled. “No one said I was a fair man,” he noted, “but you’re right, I suppose I could allow myself to…” He paused as he looked down at you and then turned away for a moment, but you stood to meet his gaze and assure him of what he was about to do. 

Instead of not reacting to your touch, he reacted in a way you definitely didn’t foresee as your fingers brushed along the curve of his horn. The moan that came from his mouth was exceptionally delicious, and you pulled away almost stunned by the sound. 

His eyes lingered on your lips until he pulled you forward, his fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt as his tongue ran against your lips, the flush of blood already painting his cheeks as your legs grew weak. 

“What was that?” you asked quietly, your hot breath hitting the side of his neck.

He didn’t answer, instead, you grabbed his horns and held onto them firmly as you watched the look in his eyes go from quizzical to something else entirely. Another moan slipped from his mouth and you drank it in, being the one on the opposite end made you feel powerful in a way. Inkubus’s hands grabbed you by your waist as he flipped around and sat back onto the mattress while you straddled his lap, your thighs on either side of him as you felt his obvious excitement pushing against you. 

You let out a low breath as your hands made their way back onto his exposed horns, so the sex demon made it a point to have you keep them there as the blade that donned his arm made a shredded mess of your shirt and your underwear. You shifted as you kicked them off to the floor, fully nude as you sat on him, and even though you were the one exposed, you had the upper hand. 

As you tried to release him, you heard the low rumble of a whine build up in his chest, so you paid and once again wrapped your fingers around him. The low hum of satisfaction that vibrated in his throat absolutely destroyed you, you were so eager to feel him inside of you that you probably could have come on him from sound alone.  

“Your horns, they’re sensitive, aren’t they?” You ran your hands along the curve of them and he keened. You took that as a yes. “Bet it feels so good, doesn’t it?” 

He wanted to reply but all he could feel was the stimulating sensation that now filled him, his hands rested absentmindedly against your waist as he just sat there with his head thrown back, your arms latched onto either side of him as your chest rested against his. 

Inkubus grumbled as you stroked your thumbs against him, another shiver ran up his spine as you pushed yourself against him, and his response was to curl against your body while his hands slid up your back, rubbing against your shoulders until they slid back down and grabbed your ass. You buried your face in the crook of his neck before the sound escaped you completely, the vibration against his skin only encouraged him to shift his hardened cock against your inner thigh. 

“If you keep going I don’t think you’ll have much say in what happens next,” he warned.

You really didn’t mind, either way, so with another deep breath, you yanked gently on his horns. 

Oh, you were in trouble now. 

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Headcanons for (Freddy Krueger, Inkubus, Mayor Buckman, Dr. Andover) being obsessed with/having a twisted "crush" on (one of) their latest victim(s), if you do not mind terribly. Maybe there's just *something* about them...But she fights and refuses.

First off, all the Englund character group?! Yes, omg PLEASE. This is gonna be so fun to do, I can feel it! And then the angst, the pining! Ahhh! Anon, bless you. I hope I’ve done well!

Freddy

He wasn’t the one to usually pine for anyone, the only thing he craved, the thing he wanted was their soul. That was it, that’s how it always went. But something was off, something about them just sparked the need and want that he NEVER felt for anyone on this level. It was ridiculous and he wanted to cast the thoughts from his head immediately, but it kept gnawing at the back of his mind no matter what he did.

At first, he stalked them like he did any normal victim, but with every visit, she noticed the shift in their dreams, how it went from demonic and terrifying to a seemingly more intimate setting. She wasn’t exactly upset by the change, but when she started seeing him more and more, it was unnerving and it made her feel real danger when she was asleep.

Freddy would try so desperately to convince her that she was special, that she was something that was never supposed to happen, but she doesn’ like where this is going. She HATES it. She just wants to dream normally and live her life when she’s awake, but he tries so hard to not let her go. This is his realm and will do everything in his power to keep her here with him. 

When she begins to fight it and try to escape, his twisted sense of reality doesn’t seem to register at first, he tries to show her just how wonderful it can be to be here in the dream realm with him. Why would you be so stupid as to reject that? It’s bliss. He would try to show her over and over again, to prove that he was worth seeing a different side to. If she didn’t agree, what would he do, exactly? 

Marking her up would be such a delicious joy, showing her that he was displaying his loyalty to her, showing her what NO ONE else had ever earned before from him, not even when he was bound to a mortal body. He wanted to hurt her in the best way possible to show her how being with him would be better than ecstasy, better than living in her usual dull, mundane world. He would show her what living could be.  

That urge to feel the hot blood run from her by his blades would flash in his mind as she would look up at him in complete and utter fear, the fact that she was denying him, a pathetic human fool who knew nothing of the things she could have gotten. To hell with her, she would end up just like any other victim he had in his realm. It was either bow to him or die by his hand. ‘Make your choice, princess.’ 

Inkubus

Who wouldn’t want him to sweep them off their feet and make them feel so good all the time? It would be impossible to resist his charm, especially with all of the magic he was able to hold, to use to influence anyone and everyone he desired. But she was the one special case that he had never expected to come upon. He spotted her taking a walk alone, the sway of her hips and the look in her eyes, he would have her, he would pass on his festering seed to live another life for 100 years within her. He needed to have her. 

What a surprise though, she wanted nothing to do with him. His magic, his aura, his charms, they all failed him. How would one like her be able to disregard his magic and just swat him away as if he were another typical pest? Pathetic, he needed to try harder. She continuously shot him down no matter what he did or how hard he tried, but he refused to believe she couldn’t stand him, so he decided to follow her and send her little gifts here and there. It was easy to find where she lived.

He would creep in the shadows of her place, whether it was when she was alone or when she had guests, but no matter who was there, they’d all think they were going insane. Seeing shadows from the corner of their eyes wasn’t normal, but they’d all ignore it until one day she snaps and loses her cool, crying out for him not to hurt her. She would beg for her life as he would reveal himself to her, hoping that she’d just see him and something would light up in her eyes and realize just how wrong she had been to reject his advances.

When he realizes that she tries to go for a weapon to protect herself with, he realizes the truth of it all; he cannot reach her and she would never accept him willingly. When it hits him, he’s appalled by the fact she wants nothing more than to get him out of her life, readily standing there with a kitchen knife as she cowers in the corner. He would have given her the world, why can’t she see that? Inkubus only saw red after that.

Why won't she see it? He would look down upon her with mercy, something that hadn't been done in so many centuries for the demon that it was completely foreign to him as it was said upon his tongue. His blade would reveal itself with a slick sound, his face no longer holding the affection it once did for her, and she knew that she had made a mistake. He watched and listened as she begged for her life, pleading with him to give her another chance, but he saw right through her desperate lies.

When he looked at her and saw the potential, he was almost disappointed that it would go to waste so easily. She was special, he thought as his hands weaved through her hair, yanking her up to meet his gaze so he could stare her in the face as his expression remained blank. “We could have been so much,” he would say as he sliced her throat open and watched the blood come streaming down her front. At least he would be able to bathe in this for later. 

Mayor Buckman

Lord in Heaven knows this man should not be cahootin’ with living people and falling head over heels for one, but there he was, completely smitten with her. She was going to be another side dish for the main course for this year's Jubilee, just like it had always been each year prior, but even his boys had noticed the change in him. Granny Boone had been so wrapped up in preparing for the feast that she hadn't even noticed her own husband's distance, that is until she noticed her. 

She was so pure and full of life that she had seemed more than willing to stay for the barbecue, the little detour had proven to be more exciting than she had anticipated, so she offered to even help around the town if they allowed it. Buckman was taken by that kind of offer, especially from a Yankee, it was unheard of and it wouldn't sway his mind. But the more he learned about her, the more she had spoken about her life, the mayor was strangely drawn to her like she was the one. 

It was a ridiculous idea since she was alive and very much younger than he, but no matter how much he tried to convince himself it was some sort of fever he had been suffering, anything that would easily explain the feelings he had been having. What he didn't expect was to come to the conclusion that he would fancy her. No one could know about this, but he wasn't making it very discreet the next morning. He would walk up to her, that large grin plastered to his face as he'd explain there was so much to do here in Pleasant Valley, all the things she could occupy her time with. She would thank him but feel rather uneasy by how touchy he'd get with his hand always placed on her shoulder.

The day after, he would have to tell her how he was feeling or else he'd lose her entirely to either her leaving or her being served up on a silver platter for his townsfolk. When he had caught her alone, away from her friends, he stuttered like a madman and felt so odd, it was a wonder he was able to speak at all. During this entire confession, the young woman stood there in uncomfortable silence and shifted slightly, already planning to leave as soon as she possibly could to avoid any more of this. When she didn't share Buckman’s views, he grew reserved and upset, curious as to why she would treat him like this, like some common man. He even explained there was something about her that he couldn't stop thinking about. 

She recoiled from his touch and he looked at her in confused disgust. How could he be so blind, she was nothing like him and she would never accept him or his way of life. He pleaded with her, tried to convince her to think otherwise, but the harsh words that followed did not make Buckman too happy. He looked at her in silence and then walked away; he couldn't find the words to tell her just how infuriated he had been. He was going to try and find a way for them to be together, whether she would have been alive or not, but he was willing to make it work. She was ungrateful.

Her time had come as she had been cornered, the rest of her friends dead and already being cooked for the Jubilee, where she had been on the ground, shaking like mad. She wanted her life to be spared, she wouldn't tell a soul about what transpired, she promised. Those promises always came up empty. Buckman looked down on the poor soul, annoyed at himself for once feeling pity for that wretched girl, but now he felt his power return once again as he stood over her, his trusty sword in his hand. It would have to be him to take her life, he wouldn't want it any other way. 

Doctor Andover

He had no time for trivial things such as infatuations and crushes on others, it would interfere with his work and it wouldn’t be a great idea to get anyone involved in his...complicated personal life. But when she walked through the door of the clinic, Andover didn’t expect much from the consultation, until she spoke to him. She was something else, that was for sure, and the phobia that brought her into the clinic was more than curable for Andover. He would have to lie though, to prolong her stay and keep her here with him, naturally, he would have to lie to his assistant’s as well for the benefit of keeping her around.

When she comes in to speak to the good doctor for several one on one meetings about her phobia, she eases into conversation with him and even feels she can trust him with what she’s suffered through. He feels the same, he feels so connected to her now that he felt as if no one else beyond this room existed but the both of them. How he imagined what she would feel like against his hands, how she would sound as they shared a moment together in secrecy. Andover craved it now, he wanted nothing but her. Soon after she had been placed in the Fear Chamber, he would watch her as she slowly drifted off into unconsciousness and he would be sure to have the room locked so he could just enjoy her presence in peace.

When her fears had been slowly getting in check, she would thank him and talk about leaving his facility. He wanted nothing more than to be with her for as long as possible while he helped her, aided her in getting better. She would only accept his help since she saw him as a professional, he would guide her to being better, feeling better. What she didn’t anticipate was that one day, he offered to pay for her room and board outside of the facility if it were to make her comfortable. It didn’t.

When she insisted that she didn’t need that, that she was leaving indefinitely, he only fought harder to keep her there, to stay near him. She was the one keeping him going with all of this insanity around him, especially when something greater was happening that he wasn’t fully aware of. Today was the day her treatment ended and she was packing her things when Doctor Andover appeared in the doorway. “You must come with me, I have one last thing for you for your therapy.” He led her to the room with the Fear Chamber, but she was so taken back when he pushed her inside, gassing her to sleep with a deadly amount.

She cried out to be released, she just wanted to go back home, but Andover was already committed to keeping her there for himself. He had made a deal with whatever creature fed from the patients’ fear, that he would get to keep her there with him in exchange for the others. He blindly and willingly accepted it. It was foolish but it was a deal he couldn’t go back on. Before she lost consciousness, she begged him to see reason, but now there had been no going back for Andover. 

After it had been done and she fell asleep, her hand slowly sliding down the front of the glass as she drifted, her fears came back twice as strong as her new fear developed into her subconscious, and it took the shape of Andover himself. Even in her slow and agonizing death, he would always be there for her, whether it was to torment her through her afterlife or just show up as some twisted guardian. He watched over her for weeks until he could no longer keep the body, but he would have her in her mind forever.   

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Do you mind doing headcanons for (Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Inkubus, and Leslie Vernon) finding out not only did you have a child with them, but you've been trying to keep them (The child's father) a secret?

Ooh, the secrets! I'll tell ya, with these guys, it's gonna be hard to keep any secrets. It might end in a bloodbath, who knows!

Freddy• It was hard for Freddy to notice your baby bump since you decided he wouldn't take too well to the thought of having a child. Ever since your stomach began to grow, you had been taking Hypnocil to keep yourself from dreaming, never allowing him to see you in your state. 

• It was once after you had been about seven months along that you had forgotten to pick up your prescription and thought you had at least one more for the night, but you had found out quickly that you would need to face him. This much stress would cause complications if you kept yourself awake all night, so you figured that you had to face him sooner or later. 

• He was royally pissed. You disappeared for months without even saying a word to him, and he fought really hard to find you. Did you die? Did you end up getting therapy and forgot about him? Fred wasn't sure what to think anymore, all he knew what that he was pissed off. He didn't want to admit that he missed you deeply,  that meant caring. Caring was something he didn't do.

• But then after months, you appeared, he sensed your aura and pulled you into his dream realm, and he had some choice words for you. He was going to tear you a new one! As soon as you came into view, you just stood there, your back facing him, and you sobbed. Guess you weren't too fond of seeing his face anymore. 

• As soon as you turned around to greet him, he was speechless. Of course, the first thing he thinks is you were too busy having fun with someone else, that's why you didn't bother showing your face. 

• "No, Fred," you whimpered, "it's yours... I was...ashamed to show you. I thought you wouldn't want anything to do with me if you found out. I was going to raise it on my own... I'm sorry." 

• Again, he was rendered speechless. The fact that he was going to be a father again was terrifying and rather exhilarating, especially since you were the one carrying his child. It would take a lot to work on this, but maybe this time around wouldn't be so bad after all?

Michael• You figured it would be fine if you didn't tell him, you could do this on your own, you're own mother had. You were very capable of handling this by yourself, plus how helpful could Michael really be with a child? He had been in Smith's Grove for so long, how would he know the first thing about being a father?

• Regretfully, you left for a while. Your grandparents left you their cottage up north, so you figured living there for a while would clear your mind and help you start fresh. When you left that scribbled note on the counter of Michael's home, it pained you so much to walk out, to not even look back. This would be good for you both, you figured. 

• When Michael had seen the note, his blood boiled over in pure rage, his fists balled and began smashing everything within reach. He cared not for material possessions, the only one he had grown attached to was you, and you were gone. A simple 'you won't see me again' written on the small piece of paper, the words that burned into his mind. 

• Despite being gone for months knowing very well what child was growing within you, you took a bold leap and stepped back into Haddonfield. Some would have called you crazy, begging for a death wish, but you went anyway. You were desperate for him, longed to spend your nights with him, but the fear of him turning you away was high. Your love for the brute was higher still.

• You waited for him to return, which could have been ages, but thankfully he entered his home just a few hours after your arrival. He immediately knew something was amiss, he could even smell the strong hints of your perfume. It was you. You were here, or he thought you could be, but it only confirmed his thoughts when he stepped into the doorway of the living room and you were sat on the sofa. 

• He stared hard at you, not knowing how to react after seeing your face for the first time in seven months, but then he stilled himself. His eyes were then on the large bump resting on your lap. That wasn't you, that was something much more than he bargained for. You sat there and gave him a minute to think before you opened your mouth, and when you finally explained it all, you waited for him to decide what to do next. 

• "No one knows it's yours, it was my burden to carry, and I didn't want you to be forced into it. But dammit, Michael, I missed you so much. I couldn't stay away..." You felt regret for coming here, you figured he would have steeled his heart once again and shut you out like he did with everyone else. But what he did next was something you had given up hope for; he stood beside you, his hand outstretched for yours while tilted his head slightly. He had managed to look passed al that had happened and accept you back.

Inkubus • This was typical for Inkubus to find the most worthy partner to bare his child and continue the legacy that was his, but you never expected any of that when you had fallen in love with the demon. He had been around since the 17th century, easily disassociating himself from love or anything close to it, the only reason being he had fallen in love with very few humans, but their lives were so short lived and gone within the blink of an eye compared to his own. If he grew close, it would hurt. 

• You had loved him and spent many nights in his arms, but you never expected to become pregnant with his child just a month after getting close with him. You took all the necessary precautions and yet here you were, crying in your bathroom as the used test sat on the corner of the sink. You couldn't ruin his life like that, you felt the need to take things into your own hands and hide this from him, but at what cost? 

• Initially, you wanted to get rid of it and never let him know, Inkubus would probably be furious if he found out. But could you truly get rid of a miracle such as this one? After much debate, you canceled your date with him and decided to pack your things. You'd go to see your parents, see what they would say you should do. Of course, you wouldn't tell them that the child's father is a psychopathic sex demon, they'd have you committed. You decided to keep the father a secret for now. 

• Inkubus was confused by your sudden change in plans as he looked down at the text that was displayed on his phone. It was so vague and out of character, he knew something was wrong. By the time he had gotten to your place, the lights were out and your things were packed. It looked as if you were planning on moving out completely. Many emotions ran through him, but he figured if he just sought out your aura, you would be easy to find. 

• Months passed and you were still gone. Inkubus was hurt by your sudden disappearance and tried to produce excuses as to why you rushed out like you did. You were content in your parents' condo with your baby bump growing by the day, but there was always a nagging thought that clawed at your mind. For the time you had been gone, your old phone was off and you had gotten a new one in case Inkubus tried to locate you. One day, you turned the old one back on and you were instantly flooded with dozens of messages from him. He had tried to even use your phone with his magic to try and locate you, but it failed. Instead of pining after you, his last message was heartbreaking and crystal clear: you're gone and I will mourn you.

• You wept for hours as you read through each message, each one more romantically heartbreaking than the last, and that's when it clicked that you had pushed away one of the best parts of your life. Sure, he had killed many and would never stop, but you had no doubt that he'd kill for you and his child. You needed to see him again, to confess to your stupidity and regret. 

• The one place you knew he would be would have been your usual spot at the park, where you two had met. If he was as you had hoped, he would be there during the twilight hours. When you had arrived hours later and made your way to the familiar bench, you noticed him sitting there, his long black coat billowing around his legs. His magic tingled as he picked up on your scent, his eyes wide as he turned to look and find you. Inkubus spotted you immediately, your hand resting on the obvious bump beneath your coat. When you walked up to him, he had almost looked defeated as his eyes rested on your stomach. "I should have figured you would move on," he scoffed with disfavor.

• "Inkubus, she's yours." You couldn't bear to tell him of the horrific thoughts you had following the news, but you needed every chance to explain yourself. "Just give me an hour to explain, I know I don't even deserve that, but she does," your eyes looking down at your belly. You offer him a weak smile, and of course, he's still as enamored with you since the first day you two met, so it didn't take long for him to agree as he pulled you into his arms.

Leslie• The fact that this guy is dedicated to his career, it's really difficult for you to even believe he would want to help you raise the child growing within you. Both of you had somehow gotten together and made it work for the time being, but there was always the thought in the back of your mind, what if I'm only temporary? 

• You had visited Leslie very little the past month that you found out since you had to set up as many appointments as you could, finding out all you could about raising a little bundle of joy on your own. It would be difficult down the road, but you were determined to keep it, and possibly not let Leslie find out. He'd only reject you both, anyway. His job was the one thing he really loved after all. 

• Your corrosive thoughts grew by the day until you stopped contacting Leslie altogether, and at first he figured you had things to do, he could respect that. But weeks went by and he heard nothing, then a few months. He panicked many times when he was unable to get ahold of you or find you at your place, he had even done a steak out, waiting for you outside your apartment. When you never returned, he assumed the worst. 

• What better to try and forget someone who was gone but to jump back into his work. Every day for Leslie was a struggle, not knowing just how much he had gree accustomed to your presence and how much he enjoyed the little touches throughout the day. Your fingers rubbing through his hair so softly as he read. He grew colder in his trade during that time, many thoughts running through his head. What if you were dead? Or maybe you couldn't handle his lifestyle and went to turn him in, but that was unlikely, he hadn't been approached by anyone trying to arrest him. Whatever happened to you, he would find out, he would use those skills to track you down, to give him closure. 

• It took several months for Leslie to use his connections and the tricks of the trade to pin you down, and with his mentor Eugene's help, you were found a state over. He quickly took the opportunity to drive to the address he had gotten and felt completely broken when he had seen that it was a hospital. What could have happened to you? Were you even alive anymore? He burst through the doors and hurriedly asked the nurse where to find you. 

• He had to wait, but the nurse finally showed him to your room, where you were laying in a bed, your stomach swollen and large as you read by the window. He stopped in the doorway and just watched you, his eyes lingering on the obvious change, speechless. When you noticed him in the doorway, you were completely unable to keep your cool as you burst into tears. Leslie made his way to you and did what he did best and comforted you. It took a while for you to even attempt a coherent thought, but he waited until you were ready to talk. 

• You started with dozens of apologies stringed together, your hands holding him tightly as you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes. He didn't interrupt or yell, he was calm and collected one, just more reasons for you to love him. "I just didn't want to burden you with this baby, but I wouldn't get rid of it either, because he's yours and I just don't know what to do." His smile grew; it was his baby. You were carrying his child, he couldn't be happier as he swept you into his arms and held you as long as you allowed him to.