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I am 32 years old.

[cass-spencer-94]

These are AI-generated artworks I created for my book about the wendigo 🔮💜🍂

[cass-spencer-94]

When I have the time, I’ll definitely write a story about Pinhead. Right now, I’m still working on my books, so I don’t always manage to post things here.💔❤

[missjewelsart]

Anime Pinsty ✨ I really do feel like Hellraiser could make a great anime, with lots of gore and (of course) gorgeous animation 💁‍♀️

One can dream… 🫠

[cass-spencer-94]

When he returns, I know exactly what he wants. The Cenobite stands tall beside me. "Kirsty, you know that your salvation comes at a price." The scent of vanilla fills the air. I shudder as Pinhead’s cool palm touches my shoulder. "I have waited too long for this, my child. I want to explore your flesh."

His leather habit creaks softly. "Do not resist, my child. Then you shall know ecstasy." His cold fingers tear at the fabric of my clothes, and I begin to tremble. The wound still aches, yet he traces it with his fingers—surprisingly gently. "So fragile." His pin-studded face draws closer to mine. "Did you know that Cenobites can choose a mate from among ordinary humans? A union of Cenobite and mortal. You could experience every facet of pleasure and pain." Pinhead’s fingers squeeze my nipples, and my body burns with desire. I want this creature. My loins grow slick with moisture, and my breathing quickens.

My new story ☕🤍🥰

[cass-spencer-94]

Today I’m posting a steamy Pinsti chapter 😈💜

[missjewelsart]

My Pinsty sketches 💕

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I shudder, and my stomach rumbles in disbelief. I wonder if the hellish priest will starve me? After all, the Cenobites don't seem to eat or sleep. "I'm hungry. I need food," I say quietly, not expecting any understanding from this creature. "Good, you should gather your strength, child..." the priest replies, his posture straight and commanding. I look at the Cenobite in surprise. He chuckles. "You think you're the only one in the Labyrinth like this? But there are people here, and they need food too. Although the Cenobites eat sometimes, but rarely," he continues. His black eyes study me, almost without a trace of regret.

The priest snaps his fingers, and I see food appear on a silver tray: thinly sliced ​​potatoes and meat. My mouth waters. I catch the subtle aroma of coffee and look at the Cenobite in surprise. Pinhead smiles. I see a smile on the face of this terrifying creature! "Eat, my child. We have much to learn. You will see our world differently. We create more than just pain, Kirsty." His leather cassock rustles as the Cenobite approaches.

The wound under my rib still hurts, not fully healed. Pinhead seems to notice. "Pain we didn't create brings the Cenobites no pleasure. For us, pain is an art, Kirsty." "I don't like pain..." I freeze, frightened by the priest's words. "I'll show you something else first. Everyone experiences pain, even in your world. We just tend to suppress it." He bows his head. "Gain strength, my child. "I'll return soon." With these words, the hellish priest slowly left the room.

My new story🍪🖤☕

[lelyaxd]

Oh

[cass-spencer-94]

This week I'll be posting a sequel about Kirsty and Pinhead 💕

[ragequeen94]

For the spicy version

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I made these arts in AI for my story about wendigo.

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Kirsty couldn't calm down. Her heart was pounding painfully in her chest, its rhythm out of rhythm. This, too, frightened her greatly. She often had this experience, and it seemed as if her heart would stop any moment. "I can stay with you..." Elliot said quietly, and Cotton blushed.

"I guess..." the girl shrugged. "Kirsty, I'm not going to do anything inappropriate..." Spencer sat down carefully on the bed. The girl blushed even more and shook her long, chocolate-colored curls. "Thank you, I just can't get used to it..." "That you're not a Cenobite..." she thought. Her hands and feet went completely cold, and she climbed into bed. Elliot leaned back against the soft pillow and stared at the ceiling. Kirsty couldn't possibly like him. He was a monster, and he was also a broken 36-year-old man, but he was still drawn to the girl. Elliot promised himself not to harm her, even if dark fantasies filled his thoughts.

Elliot turned off the bedside lamp and a flash of lightning immediately cut through the darkness, causing Kirsty to shudder and press her back against him. He exhaled, too tired; it felt like centuries had fallen upon him at once, along with memories of the war and his time as a Cenobite. Spencer buried his face in her hair, inhaling her coffee scent. He didn't know what to do next; he only knew he would protect her, but to do so, he would have to become a monster again. The one Kirsty feared so much. "It will break her heart," Elliot thought, but at least she would be safe from the other Cenobites.

When Elliot woke up that morning, the first thing he felt was a warm weight on his chest. Opening his eyes, he saw chocolate-colored curls scattered across his chest. Kirsty had laid her head right on top of him in her sleep. Spencer smiled softly and stroked her silky hair, but still gently pulled away from her. He found cigarettes in his pocket and, getting out of bed, lit up. How much time did he have before Channard arrived here? The Cenobites could have found another way to enter this world without the box. Elliot accidentally pressed a button and was deafened by loud, heavy music.

Notes:

The music Elliot turned on was a Judas Priest song😈

I've been away a bit because I'm on vacation and I'm also writing a story about wendigo🍂😈😍

[tac-the-unseen]

I saw on your previous poll you had down Headcannons for Pinhead, can I pretty please get some fluffy writing for the Cenobites 🥺

Of course, I've kind of been itching to write for them lol

Pinhead and Cenobites x Reader

•Despite everything all the Cenobites are incredibly sweet and kind

•When you reach the point of having a relationship with them They treat you with the atmos respect

•The weather that relationship is a Friendship, romantic, sexual, or platonic

•Pinhead of course likes taking charge. He's calmly authoritative, but very gentle

•D.T has a cold and mysterious outer shell but when she lets you in she's a deeply sensitive person

•Chatter is over all a very laid-back guy, he can get pretty aggressive but only when It comes to his job

•Butterball honestly just kind of waddles around and smacks his lips.

•They're all pretty decent cuddlers, but they all have some faults

•Pinhead is a great cuddler but only sitting up….. He can't really lay down….

•D.T is great if you wanna lay on someone's stomach, can't really get close to her head either.

•Chatter can cuddle in any position, be prepared to have the breath squeezed out of you, He's an aggressive guy

•Butterball is where things get a little complicated. You can't really lay on him, Well he doesn't mind the pain, you might mind the blood all over you…. And the exposed hooks…

•Butterball is good at side cuddles though!

•Pinhead likes to ask you moral/ethical questions (Like the trolley problem,or kidney problem). He's the kind of guy to take the buzzfeed quizzes for fun

•D.T’s guilty pleasure is reality TV, She cannot get enough!

•Chatter and Butterball like it when you read to them

•They don't let you touch the lament configuration without them present

•They do their best to get the leviathans approval of you

•They let you take your time turning into a Cenobite.

•They want to turn you so they can be with you for eternity, but they also want to let you live your best life.

•If you happen to Like ASMR Chatter has no problem being next to your ears and chattering into them

•Pinhead will never let you waste money getting a Piercing, He's a very experience piercer and doesn't like the idea of somebody else touching you like that

•If you have any Tattoos they will spend hours examining them. They want to hear any and all meaning behind it. Stories on why you got it, how, and who did it.

•Butterball like to lick any and all wounds you get

•D.T likes brain teasers and especially likes to do trivia with you

•fiercely protective of you

•You are the creator of scary dog privileges

•They like taking you into hell and showing you around

•If you're okay with watching live torture, They will 10,000% stop into random rooms, Let you know they're backstories, And why the punishment fits the crime

•Pinhead teaches you how to navigate the labyrinth

•You managed to sneak ButterBall into an all-you-can-eat buffet, You've been his favorite person ever since

Thanks for reading <3

Sorry I'm taking so long!

I have three more requests and a Poll prompt! Trying to get them out as fast as possible, but still be quality material.

Sorry!

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Made it AI😈💜💕

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Elliott/Pinhead and Kirsty😍☕🍪

I made it in AI

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Kirsty screamed. There were so many blood-red roses entwined around her body. Blood and hooks were everywhere. He emerged from the shadows, as always, in his black leather robe, with torture devices dangling from it. "You cannot escape me, child..." he whispered ominously.

Rose stems entwined her body, their sharp thorns piercing her delicate skin, causing her blood to drip onto the stone slabs. The hell priest drew ever closer, and Kirsty could smell vanilla, iron, and leather on him. "You need not resist me, child. You are still mine. Even in your world, you still belong to me." His cool fingers brushed away her tears. The Cenobite's cold lips pressed against her trembling lips, possessively, claiming their right. His tongue penetrated her mouth, pinpricks scraping the roof of her mouth and tongue.

Kirsty screamed, the Hell Priest plunged a blade into her body, and she immediately woke up. Elliot, awakened by the loud sounds, entered her room. For a few seconds, the girl stared at him unfocused, and then such terror flashed in her brown eyes that it hurt Elliot. "Kirsty..." He realized he was the cause of her nightmares. She trembled more intensely, and then she vomited. Spencer touched her shoulders, concerned. Kirsty's eyes were clouded with tears and fear. "Kirsty... It's all the box's influence. It's Dr. Channard, he controls such fears now..." The former Hell Priest sat down next to her.

"Elliot..." Kirsty said weakly. His cool fingers touched her cheek and lips, and he forced her to look into his ocean-splashed eyes. "Even if I become him again..." He paused, his fingers tangling in her damp, chocolate-colored locks. "I'll never really hurt you, Kirsty... I need you..."

Chapter 6

My story.

And I made picture in AI

👻☕🍪

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Kirsty picked up a book and poured herself a cup of coffee. She had a work day tomorrow, so she wanted to relax a bit today. She hadn't been able to unwind and get a good night's sleep in weeks. It was all because of those senobites. Grabbing her favorite salted sticks, she immersed herself in a dark romance.

She didn't want to disturb Elliot, and she also didn't want Elliot to return to the Labyrinth. Suddenly, she heard old music playing, a tune from the 1920s, coming from the room where Spencer was staying. Kirsty held her breath and put down her book, carefully approaching the open door and seeing Elliot, who was bare-chested. She was amazed by how thin he was, but there was still a sense of strength in him. But that wasn't the only thing that shocked Cotton, there were also many scars and symbols on his back. "Kirsty, if you want to come in, come in..." she heard Spencer's soft voice and blushed. "I didn't..." The girl didn't know what to say. Was she spying on the former hell priest?

His ice-blue eyes made the girl's heart race. Elliot Spencer was certainly not handsome, but something drew her to him. Kirsty shook her curly chocolate hair and awkwardly entered the room where Elliot was staying. "I heard music..." "Ah, yes, I used to listen to this music sometimes. It's dedicated to the soldiers who fell on the battlefield..." A hint of sadness flashed in his blue eyes. "I'm sorry, Elliot." she said quietly. "Don't feel sorry for me, child, because then I fell to the very bottom. I dabbled in morphine, sought pleasure, and caused others pain. I don't deserve your pity. But while I'm here, I will do everything I can to protect you." His cool fingers gently touched her cheek. "Thank you, Kirsty Cotton..." His icy blue eyes shone.

Chapter 5