#rozrathall

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Overthinker or nah?

Including my OCs and @capricornartistsstuff ‘s OC Sam

Hayden: overthinks everything

Twins (cody&Toby): cricket

Brian: overthinker, but just about meaningful things. Like who’s walking Smile that day.

Tim: Bro do I need to say he’s an overthinker? He’s worse than Hayden.

Roz: makes the twins look like absolute geniuses.

Jackson: Eh? Depends on the day. Usually doesn’t think much.

EJ: Like Goldilocks, just right. Analyzes and adapts. Good demon dog thing.

Nina; overthinks in the wrong way.

Jane: tbh not really either. If she wants something she gets it

Natalie (Clockwork): usually with the twins doing dumb shit

Sam: Usually stopping the three from doing dumb shit

Jeff: thinks he’s an overthinker. Not really

Slender: thinks he’s not an overthinker. He is wrong.

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🥺🥺🥺

Just for that have a little headcanon.

Each of the three idiots has a grandma craft.

Hayden likes to bake and crochet. They have to unwind the yarn a lot cause they barely know how to count. They make mittens for their friends. Even made EJ a plushy of a kidney.

Jackson knits. He also can do it without looking at all. It’s impressive. He made all the proxies socks for winter. And made Toby a shit ton of gloves.

Roz likes quilting! And sewing! He made the other demons, including slender, a stuffed animal of themself.

Be honest. Do y’all like Hayden, Jackson, and Roz

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Prey eyes or Hunter eyes (cause I’m in a TikTok spiral rn)

Prey:

Toby Rogers, surprisingly

Nina the Killer

Helen

Hayden Voss

Kagekao

Rozrathall

Kate the Chaser

Hunter:

Cody Rogers

Jane the Killer

Puppeteer

Jackson Martinez

Brian Thomas

Tim Wright

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Because I said so:

Transgender Creepypastas:

Nina the Killer

Hayden (Fletchling)

Helen (Bloody Painter)

Rozrathall

Kate the Chaser

Kagekao

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Can we have more roz porn

Demon porn is what im in the mood for rn so bet

TW: porn, choking, feral, breeding kink, rut, stomach bulge, barbs, spit, slight blood, GN reader, slight overstimulation

Roz tag list: @fuck-mcgee @capricornartistsstuff@fekst-fucker

Im just going to tag Fekst in all demon stuff from now on

If you were being honest, you never would've expected to see this side of him.

Who would've guessed the sweet, softspoken, naive demon could be this rough.

Roz panted above you, teeth bared and eyes glowing white as he drooled over you. Saliva dripped down on your cheek, some into your open mouth as you gasped and sputtered.

He seemed less than concerned with your awkward position-legs draped haphazardly over his shoulders, claws digging into your thighs. What he did seem concerned with was getting off.

Words seemed to escape the both of you as he used you, curling around your form, essentially folding you in half as he fucked you into the mattress.

Sweat dripped down his nose, onto your face as you flinched slightly at the cold water.

You'd already lost track of time-barely processing who you were and where you were, stomach swelling from the first two times he'd cum inside of you.

Your whole body twitched as you felt yourself getting close again, his sloppy movements giving you a hint that he was getting close too, the barbs along his length seemingly swelling up.

Although, that could've been the overstimulation setting in.

A deep, guttural snarl ripped out of his throat as his hand wrapped around your throat. Your hands flew to his wrist, digging your nails into his pale skin as your eyes widened.

"I'm going to make-make you cum on my fucking cock again, and again," he breathed, voice barely more than a rasp. "And fill your tight, warm little body until you're dripping. And then fill you again."

You had a feeling you weren't leaving the room for a while.

Mostly because you were starting to lose feeling in your legs.

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Do you have any cursed head cannons for your OCs?

Yeeessss athys!!

Hayden eats cold French fries and loves them.

Roz is convinced eating scabs helps him gain strength.

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Hey quick ask bro, how would Roz react if he met another person that is in a sense "immortal"?

Confusion.

Tbh probably try to kill them to make sure.

Excited demon noises when he finds out they don’t die. Profusely apologizes!!

Nubby tail wags.

He’s excited

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If Roz always had straight hair, I feel like he would always try to play with L's messy curls T^T

Absolutely.

Bonus headcanon:

His hair is actually wavy. He straightens it because he thinks that it looks better that way. And because he likes Ben’s hair.

He still likes to play with other people’s hair. L’s. Toby’s. Cody’s. He likes playing with peoples curls and fluffing them up. His claws also feel v nice when he’s just gently scratching your scalp

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A brief (read: bad) summary of my OCs

Hayden Voss: Feral gremlin man. Chews on random things and stares blankly when asked things. Likes things that go bang and is v good at archery. Chaos man dating another chaos man. Good at making boo-boos better

Roz: ✨spicy memory boy✨. Dad said no tail for him. Himbo vibes. Tol gremlin. Do not let him near a microwave

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What’s roz’s dick size? >:3

Well. He’s like six foot ten.

Twelve inches~

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What would Roz's routine be like in the mansion? Anyone you think he'd get along with? Anyone he hates? And this can be answered for Hayden and Jackson too if you want! -Capri💞

YES VENTING ABOUT MY OCS?! THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY WHEN I GET TO DO IT

@thatoneweirdnerdygirl@princeofkhaos @capricornartistsstuff@frozensriracha

Roz:

Roz wakes up stupidly early

He usually likes to make coffee before everyone is awake, but runs into Brian and Jackson usually in the kitchen

He enjoys the quiet that the two offer though

He can be a bit cranky before his coffee, usually kind of sleepy too

He bumps his horns on the doorframes on his way down

Once he wakes up, he likes to tend to the gardens, and do some doodling

He also enjoys listening to everyone chat, usually just so he can write down the new slang he doesn't know

He's kind of introverted, and usually tends to keep to himself and the few he considers friends

Hayden

Loud

He wakes up around noon to two pm, and grabs an energy drink

He keeps them in a minifridge he stole from someone's house

Tends to walk around shirtless tbh

They like to train in their free time, and love sparring

They're also known to hang out in the basement with EJ, practicing their first aid and medical training

And stealing equipment from him when they need it

They're also commonly found treating smaller injuries ranging from a bad paper cut to a broken or dislocated arm to a bullet wound

He doesn't have much free time, being one of the three medical personnel for a house full of murderers tbh

Jackson

Similar to Roz, he's up at the asscrack of dawn

Doesn't talk much, and chooses to watch more than he does things

He does enjoy sparring, but sometimes enjoys watching people's strategy just as much

Likes to watch the others play video games, just not shooting ones. He can't watch them and listen to the gunfire

He likes to cook too, and usually ends up helping people in the kitchen for meals

Old man goes to bed early, eight at the latest

Gets annoyed easily with louder people(read: Hayden and Toby)

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Him.

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Can we have more roz porn?

Y’all simpin over my OC now???

I’m down. Note: Roz is not a himbo during his ruts, he just says fuck it and gives in to his instincts.

TW: porn, ruts, feral boy, choking, rough sex, pretty much porn without plot, simple plot, slight dubcon

Roz

It pissed you off.

He’d been more distant than usual, and more petty.

Every time Kagekao even looked your way, he’d end up with a black eye.

At least.

When he didn’t show up for breakfast, however, that’s when you snapped.

Storming your way up the steps, you muttered under your breath as you shoved his door open.

The room was dark, and it took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim room.

“Roz?” You tried, taking a step into the room before closing the door behind you. You vaguely registered the sound of the shower running. Rolling your eyes, you made your way towards the door before it swung open.

Roz panted, staring down at you as he clenched his fists at his sides as he stood in front of you. He looked like he’d just stepped out of the shower, hair tangled in his horns at his half hearted attempt to dry his gray locks. Your face burned as you noticed the lack of a towel on his broad form.

“What are you doing here?” He hissed, taking you aback with the toxicity in his tone. He was never mean to you, the man didn’t have a cruel bone in his body.

“I was worried,” you responded, taking a step closer. You froze in your tracks as he snarled at you, lip curling to expose his teeth. “Roz, what’s going-“

He lunged forward then, large hands coming to grip your hips tightly as he crashed his lips against yours desperately. A soft whine left your throat, reaching up to cup his cheeks. The pressure and his grip made your back bend backward slightly, him curling around you.

When he pulled back, he was breathing heavier than before, staring down at you with those dark blue eyes you’d fallen for.

“Roz, what’s gotten into you?” You breathed, face darkening as you stared at him. He hummed softly, using his grip on your hips to shove you back towards his bed.

“Rut,” he managed, tugging at your collar. “I need you. I need my mate.”

You whined, shifting under him as he dragged a clawed hand down your shirt, ripping it easily.

“Hey, calm do-“

“I cannot,” he ground out, meeting your gaze while he bared his teeth again. His entire body was tense, as if fighting with himself. “Do you trust me, little one?”

“I-Yes,” you stuttered out, nodding quickly. His darker mood had a familiar feeling bubbling in your stomach. “I trust you. Roz what’s-“

He cut you off again, this time sealing his lips around yours as he ran his hands up your sides, dragging his claws slightly across your skin. You moaned into the kiss, reaching up to tangle your hands in his hair. You dragged your nails along his scalp, where his horns met his head. Roz groaned, gripping your thighs as he cinched them around his waist.

Roz pulled back, lip curled in a soft snarl.

‘Do you trust me,” he muttered, staring down at you. You blinked, tilting your head.

“I already answered that,” you deadpanned. “I trust you-“

“Do you want me?” The phrase was spoken with an undertone of lust that had you shivering under him. “Forever?”

“I want you,” you whined, trying to tug him close. “Forever.”

That phrase seemed to send a shiver down his spine, leaving him tense before he clawed at your jeans, tugging them of your smaller form. You helped him, pushing your underwear down along with them.

You watched Roz’s eyes flutter closed as he inhaled deeply, ears flattening against his head.

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Can we have roz porn?

Of course! How about some rut porn???

TW: violent boy, me simping over my OC, kinky boy, feral boy, ruts

Also, i dont think I’ve mentioned a blind rage from him before. His super dark pretty blue irises melt from his eyes onto his cheeks, leaving like. Dark blue tears. Its cute, but also sexy as fuck cause he gets pissy and angy.

He’d been more needy, desperate, even.

He’d been growing impatient with everything, especially mundane tasks.

That ended up leaving him to walk around shirtless, as tugging a shirt over his horns was irritating at the least.

What pissed you off the most, however, was when he locked himself in his room.

You sighed, pushing yourself up from your place on the couch. Ignoring the stares from the members of the house, you all but stomped up the stairs, making your way towards the demon’s room.

He’d ignored you for the last week, either yelling at people that spoke to you and then leaving, or literally locking himself in his room.

You raised your hand to knock, fist never getting the chance to connect with the door before it swung open.

Roz glared down at you, ears flattening against his head as he bared his teeth. His eyes seemed almost black in the light as he tightened his grip on the door, claws digging in to the wooden surface.

“Roz,” you stared, glaring back at the man. “I get you’re pissy because Kage is here-“

“Don’t fucking say his name,” he hissed, eyes flashing in a dangerous light as his lip curled in a snarl. “Do not speak his fucking name to me.”

You blinked, eyes widening before your hands shot up, pushing at his chest and shoving him backwards. He let you, taking a step back as you glared up at him.

Tall, cocky fucker seemed to be amused by you.

Taking a step into his room, you kicked the door shut behind you. His pupil-less gaze shot to the door before meeting your gaze again.

“Why are you so pissy? Don’t avoid me!” You shoved him back again, the demon letting you push him as he took another step back. “I get you’re mad at the new arrivals and shit, but I don’t want-why are you avoiding me?”

Your voice became quieter as you continued, shrinking in on yourself as you broke his gaze.

“If you don’t like me anymore, just tell me.”

The noise that left his throat was one of irritation, not quite anger. He took a step forward, large hand gripping your chin to force you to look at him. His eyes narrowed again, the familiar view of the dark color of his eyes dripping down his cheeks as he bared his teeth, canines clinging in the dark.

“Why would I dislike you?” He snarled, claws digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks and drawing a bit of blood. “You are mine, do you understand that?”

“Then why are you avoiding me, Rozrathall,” you hissed out. A soft growl left his throat at that, hating his name.

“Do not call-“

“Rozrathall, Rozrathall, Rozr-“

He cut you off by shifting his grip from your cheeks to your neck, hand wrapping almost entirely around your fragile throat. Your hands quickly wrapped around his wrist, eyes widening as he effortlessly shoved you back towards the door. Dark blue dripped from his cheeks onto the floor as he growled lowly at you.

“Do you understand exactly what you’re doing to me, little one?” He managed, baring his teeth. “How much I want to hear you?”

“What?” You croaked, voice hoarse from the tight grip around your neck. Roz sighed, closing his now porcelain colored eyes as he leaned down, burying his face in your neck.

“I want to destroy you,” he breathed, inhaling deeply. The deep tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, eliciting a short, strangled noise from your throat. “I’m positive you’ve heard of ruts before.”

You paled at that, gulping as you reached a hand around to tangle in his silver locks.

“I want to break you,” he continued, voice a soft whine as his resolve started to crumble. His hands left your throat, instead wrapping around your waist and tugging you closer. “I want to make you beg for me.”

“Roz,” you whimpered, watching and feeling him tense against you. “Roz, please.”

The simple phrase seemed to cause him to abandon his limited self control, lifting you effortlessly as he secured his lips against yours.

You didn’t bother to stop the soft moan that escaped your lips, vaguely acknowledging his movements back towards his bed before he dropped backwards onto the soft surface.

Pulling away, you panted softly as you looked down at the demon.

Roz’s face was flushed a light pink, eyes still the familiar, stark white against his tanned skin. His hands rested on your hips, watching as you sat up to straddle him.

“You’re too much,” he muttered, the light movement of his eyes telling you he was scanning your face.

“Then make me learn my place,” you responded, grinning slightly. His jaw set, eyes narrowing as he flipped your positions, hovering above you as he glared down at you.

“Do not tempt me when I’m like this.”

“I don’t see a loss,” you responded, trailing your hands along his horns to rest against his head, tugging his hair. He groaned softly.

“Tell me no.”

“Yes,” you teased, watching his face distort into a pained look. “Roz, if you’re in a rut, that’s what I’m here for. Use me-“

He didn’t let you finish, a snarl ripping from his throat as his hands gripped your shirt, tearing it effortlessly from your torso. His hands trailed along your now exposed torso, gently scraping his claws against your soft skin before tugging your pants down.

Your face heated, watching as he did the same with his sweats, tugging them off and tossing them off the bed. He blinked a few times, the dark irises returning as he looked down at you.

“Last chance.”

“Roz, please,” you whined. His ears flicked against his head, watching your face.

“Of course,” he purred, a sadistic grin twisting over his face. “Anything for my little mate.”

He tugged your hips forward, wrapping your legs around his waist as your eyes widened.

“Wait, aren’t you going to-“

You cried out softly as he sheathed himself inside your core in one solid movement, hand reaching to press against his toned stomach. Roz groaned, tightening his grip on your hips as he buried his face in your neck.

You whined against him, tangling your fists in his hair and panting at the burning feeling in your core. The stretch hurt, leaving you shivering as you tried to catch your breath against him.

“Tight,” he whined, horns bumping against your head as he shifted. “Mine. All mine.”

“Yours,” you managed, shifting against him as you adjusted to his length. “All yours. Roz, please, move.”

He groaned, voice deep and husky in your ear.

Roz shifted, leaning back to kneel against the bed as he lifted your hips slightly, pulling out almost entirely from you before snapping his hips forward. The action left your hands reaching behind you to grip the pillow, a startled cry leaving your throat as your eyes closed tightly.

He wasted no time in his movements, using you however he pleased as you cried out underneath him.

Whereas your voice was high pitched and desperate, his was laced with a snarling tone as he stared down at your smaller form. His eyes lidded halfway, pace brutal and desperate as he abused your smaller form.

You were on cloud nine.

Roz never gave into his instincts in the bedroom, always afraid to hurt you.

Now?

He desperately plunged into your sopping core repeatedly, needing to claim you.

Needing to use your smaller form however you let him.

Your orgasm was approaching quicker than you wanted, his frantic movements pressing against everything in your core. The sharp pain from his length pressing against your cervix kept you grounded, the short bursts of pain lacing with pleasure as his movements became more frantic.

“Roz,” you breathed. “Close, please-please make me-“

“Whatever my little baby needs,” he snarled. “You’re going to take everything, aren’t you? Everything your master gives you.”

“Yes,” you whined, back arching as the familiar knot in your stomach tightened. Gods, you wished he talked like this more often.

“Say it,” he seethed, wrapping a hand around your throat as he bared his teeth down at you. “Say you’ll take whatever I decide-I decide you’ll take.”

“Anything,” you moaned out, wrapping your smaller hands around his large wrist. “Anything- anything master gives me. Please, please-“

He groaned, the noise distorted and echoing in this throat as he closed his eyes tightly, using his grip on your hip and throat to bury himself completely inside you one more time. The feeling of him filling you was enough to send you over the edge, tightening around him and milking him for all he was worth.

Roz, shivered, leaning back as he cracked his eyes open. He blinked as he stared down at you, covered in light scratches that dripped in blood.

“Are you-Are you alright?”

“So much better than alright,” you managed, waves of exhaustion seeping over your form.

He hummed, tugging you to lay on top of him without pulling from your core. He trailed a clawed hand along your jaw as you laid on top of his larger form.

“Perhaps I bred a child into you,” he mused, calm for the moment.

“I think we’ll need fuck a few more times to make sure.”

He smiled up at you, eyes darkening into an almost blackish blue.

“I’ll let you rest first,” he said softly. “Rest, little one. There’s still three days left.”

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K but Cody taking Roz to his first riot. Roz gets to punch cops :)

Roz just—

Roz: *bounces happily and tail nub wags*

Cody: Ah, damn.

Cody: Didn’t expect you to rip his throat out but. Nice.

Roz: They remind me of the punishers in His domain. They deserve nothing less than the firey pits of suffering.

Cody: Nice. But there’s more coming and they have pepper spray so let’s go-

Roz: Pepper. Spray? That sounds delicious.

Cody: *grabs his arm and books it*

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Roz Porn

TW: demon fucking, eating out, funny moments

@midsy-rose @scary-mostaccioli (I hope you don’t mind I mentioned Hecate—)

You didn’t know how you ended up here, not that you were complaining.

One moment you’d been planning on your next ‘prank’ against a certain burnt looking man, and the next you’d been pressed against the bed.

Roz draped your legs over his shoulders, face a deep red as he peered up at you shyly.

“I’ve asked Hecate about this,” he started slowly, his eyes darted to the forgotten notebook laying on his desk before meeting yours again. “I’ve taken notes, and she was kind enough to show me videos of proper technique.”

“You watched porn with Hecate?” You deadpanned, eyes widening as he nodded slowly.

“Only to find out how to best please you.”

Your reply died in your throat as he dragged his tongue along your folds, still staring at your face with his dark blue eyes as he did so. A shiver worked its way down your spine, hands fisting the sheets under you as he hummed.

His tongue was rough, ridges along the center as he continued the slow, teasing pace.

“Roz,” you whined, shifting your hips against him. The movement seemed to startle him, ears dropping as his hands gripped your thighs. “Stop teasing me.”

He hummed, nodding quickly before shoving his tongue inside your core. You yelped at the sudden intrusion, the noise turning into a soft moan as he gently placed a clawed finger on your clit, rubbing slowly as he curled his tongue inside you.

You whined, arching your back and curling your toes as he continued the gentle movements, speeding up as he realized what you liked. He was a fast learner, you’d give him that.

He’d singled in on the most sensitive part of your clit, rubbing in tight circles as his tongue pressed and prodded along the most sensitive part of your walls. You were embarrassed at how quickly you’d cum.

Arching your back, you knocked your legs against his horns, draping one through the center as you cried out his name.

A pleased noise made its way from his throat as he pulled back, leaving you breathless. He tensed, jerking back as he realized you’d entangled yourself in his horns.

You yelped as he jumped away, panicking slightly at the realization and dragging you off the bed with a dull thud.

“Fucking-,” you whined, rubbing your head as he managed to get separated. He whined, ears flicking back as he stared down at you.

“I apologize,” he muttered, bending to help you stand. You stuck your tongue out at him, refusing the help as you tugged at his sweats.

“How about I return the favor, Goat-Boy,” you teased, watching as his eyes widened and his face darkened.

“I-I don’t have a-I don’t have what you do,” he softly chided. You rolled your eyes, tugging the sweats down.

“Ever hear of a blowjob, Rozrathall?”