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Promises To Keep

⟡ cw: none

⟡ tags: fem!reader, zayne, angst⇢comfort⇢smut, vague allusions to chapter 4 so slight spoiler warning?

⟡ 4.9k words (officially my longest fic!)

⟡ co-written with da bf @knihil everyone say thank you knihil!🖤

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Zayne stood at his office window, looking out into the night. He was haunted by the memory of your grandma telling him to take care of you always; that it would do both of you some good. He lets out a sigh and runs his fingers through his dark hair, feeling frustrated at himself. Zayne has known you since you were young and he always held you close in his heart.

He wanted to run to you and hold you in his arms. To comfort you and see you smile again, but after what happened, you had told him you needed time to yourself and left without another word.

The nights seemed even longer to you as you wrestled with your grieving; your cries and sobs accompanying your solitary mourning. Your tears spilt from your eyes, falling on your blanket like the rain against your bedroom window. Everything feels so cold…

It had been too long since you'd last seen Zayne. It wasn’t always easy to find time to spend together with both your busy schedules, but even more so now that you refused to leave your apartment. You're the one who asked for space, the one who walked away from his open arms. You thought space was what you needed, but now you feel far more hurt than before. You grieve and you hurt, knowing you pushed away the one person who always wanted the best for you.

A knock on your door startles you from your sorrowful stupor. You sniffle and wipe your tears with the sleeve of your sweatshirt as you get up and make your way to the door. The knock sounds again, “I know you’re in there. Please… Just open the door.” Your chest tightens when you hear Zayne’s voice. His typically unemotional tone sounds like a holy choir to you, answering your subconscious pleas for his presence.

You crack open the door and look up at him, his hazel eyes meeting yours immediately. There’s a flash of uncharacteristic worry in Zayne’s eyes as he sees your tear-stained cheeks and he sighs, “Can you let me in?” You frown but nod, opening the door a little more so that he could step inside. You shut the door once he's inside and sit on your couch, holding your knees to your chest.

Zayne sits down beside you, leaving a little space between the two of you. You eyes are cast down to the floor as you sit silently and he looks at you, "Have you been taking care of yourself?" The way you pull your knees closer to your chest is all the answer he needs. Zayne lets out a deep breath, "Have you at least eaten today?" Your eyes finally meet his and you simply shake your head. He purses his lips and stands up, "I'll make you something then."

Your gaze trails after him and he heads to your kitchen. Zayne frowns when he opens your fridge to find only a few breakfast ingredients and nothing else. He pulls out the eggs and sausage and silently begins to prepare you a meal.

Sizzles and pops from the breakfast cooking in the pan are the only sounds in the apartment. Zayne finally breaks the silence, adjusting the ingredients in the pan with a spatula, "I know things have been hard lately, but you need to take care of-"

He's caught off guard by the feeling of your arms wrapped around his torso and your body pressed against his from behind, "What're you doing?" You hold him tighter and press your cheek against his back before speaking softly, voice weak and shaky from all the crying you had done earlier, "Thank you..." Zayne's body relaxes and he carefully plates your meal, struggling only slightly as you wouldn't let him go.

A ghost of a smile plays on his lips when he speaks again, "Come on. Let me go... You need to eat." You frown and bury your face into his back. Zayne breathes out a small laugh as he turns in your arms, facing you now. You frown up at him and he can't help but think how cute you look. He smooths down your hair, "I'll stay the night and let you hold me as long as you want, but only if you eat first."

You reluctantly let go and he smiles softly down at you, "There you go." Zayne holds the plate of breakfast food out to you, "Go on and eat now. Doctors orders." Your emotional demeanor cracks just a little at his half-playful words and you take the plate from him, "Fine, I'll eat." You sit yourself down at your table and take a small bite of the sausage and eggs. Your eyes close as you take in the flavor. It wasn't anything special, but it was the first meal you had eaten in a couple days.

Zayne sits across from you, watching as you finished off the rest of the food rather quickly, "It seems that this was definitely necessary..." His eyes soften, "I'm glad I stopped by." One corner of your lips curls into a hint of a smile and you nod, "...Me too." You move to take your dish to the sink but Zayne stops you, his voice low and serious, "Let me take care of you." Your heart flutters and you can only gawk at him as he takes the plate from you and puts it in the sink.

Turning back to face you, Zayne gives you an expectant look, "Well? What would you like now?" You play with the sleeves of your sweatshirt and you look up at him, speaking softly, "Can we just lay down and... talk?" He studies you as you speak, watching the way your sleeves partially cover your hands as your fingers pick at the hems, "Yes. I promised I would stay here if you ate and you did." He would've stayed whether you ate the food or not. All he cared about was making you happy again…

Zayne follows you to your bedroom, taking in the clothes that are scattered across your floor and your bed half-made, "Maybe I should try to stay for the weekend and help you clean up..." Your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you look away from him. "Don't be embarrassed", Zayne's deep voice brings your attention back to him, "I'm here to help. I always have been." You huff, "Yeah, as my doctor.." He gives you a disappointed look and takes you hand in his, "It's more than that. Don't act as though that's all we are to each other."

You frown as you eyes meet his hazel ones and you mutter, "Sorry..." He sits on your bed and pulls you to him, "Come here." You sit down next to him and look down at your hand in his. With his free hand, Zayne redirects your gaze back to him with his fingers against your jaw, "Look at me." He searches your eyes when you finally listen, "You mean more to me than I can properly express..." Zayne reaches forward and runs his fingers through your hair, "I made a promise to someone and I intend to keep it."

You absentmindedly lick your lips as your eyes trail down to his lips. Zayne takes notices and leans his face a little closer to yours and speaks in a hushed voice, "May I?" Your shining lips part as you nod, allowing him to move forward. His lips meet yours in the most gentle kiss, lingering on yours for a moment before he moves back; his thumb rubbing across your cheek, "It pains me to know that you've been keeping yourself here, stuck in your own grief..." You lean into his touch and take a deep breath, "I just need time, Zayne..."

He presses a kiss to your forehead, "I know. But I won't allow you to do this on your own anymore." Your heart swells. Zayne isn't usually one to outwardly express his emotions, but things were different now. He just wanted you to be happy again. He pulls you in for a tight embrace; muscular arms keeping you pressed against him. You relax in his arms, your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck and you breathe in his scent.

Zayne smooths your hair down lovingly and kisses the top on your head, "How about I prepare a bath for you? I want you to be able to relax." You think for a moment then nod, "Okay... I think that would be nice..." You raise your head to look up at him, "Thank you.." He gives you a subtle smile and releases you from his embrace, "Of course."

The sound of running water is soothing as the tub fills up, steam billowing over the edge and swirling around the bathroom. Zayne rummages through your bathroom cabinets, in search of anything that could make the bath more soothing for you. Finding what he was looking for, he straightens up, holding a bag of lavender bath salts and a scented candle. The handle squeaks when he turns off the water and little droplets drip from the spout.

You walk in as Zayne is putting in a scoop of the bath salts and you watch the little crystal-like grains float to the bottom. He speaks without looking at you as he closes the bag and set it on the counter, "The bath salts will help your muscles relax and soothe any other aching you may be experiencing." One corner of your lips twitch in slight amusement with the way he could go from being a loving boyfriend to your primary care physician.

Zayne continues on as he lights the vanilla scented candle for you, the warm glow reflecting on his face, "The scent of vanilla will help relax your mind, as well as reduce your heart rate and blood pressure." He finally looks to you with a raised eyebrow when he hears the softest laughter come from you, "Did I say something to amuse you?" He can hardly act stern when he finally sees the small smile that plays on your lips; the corners of his turn upwards, "Nevermind. It's good to see you smile again..."

You shift your weight on your feet as you feel the butterflies in your stomach, trying to allow yourself to feel happy amidst everything that has happened. It felt wrong and your smile slips. Zayne takes notice and looks concerned as he approaches you. He softly grips your chin and tilts your head up to his, "You are allowed to feel happiness. Do not try to convince yourself otherwise." You release a breath as you take in his words, "You're right... I'm sorry." He purses his lips, "Don't apologize." Zayne releases his grip only to caress your cheek, "Come on. I don't want the water to cool."

You nod and reach for the hem of your sweatshirt and Zayne looks away, stepping around you to leave the bathroom and give you privacy, but you catch his wrist, "Stay." He searches your features as if he was making sure you really wanted that. You look sincere and you speak softly, "Now that you're here, I... Don't want to be left alone anymore." Zayne's relaxes and nods once, "Then I'll stay."

With his answer, you let go of his wrist and lift your sweatshirt over your head, letting it drop to the tiled floor beneath you. Your breasts lift and fall with your motion, and Zayne swallows hard. You turn around and bend over slightly as you slip your sleep shorts and panties down your legs. He reflexively averts his gaze even though he had seen you bare before, underneath him and sharing heavy breaths.

You step into the tub of steaming water, the tension visibly leaving your body as you settle in. Zayne finally steals a glance at you, hazel eyes wandering from your relaxed face to the way the water rippled around your breasts to the rhythm of your slow breathing. You crack open one eye and peek at him, chuckling softly to yourself when you catch where his gaze is. The soft sound of your laughter snaps him out of it and he looks away, clearing his throat, "I apologize. I shouldn't-"

You shush him, opening your eyes fully now, "Now you're the one apologizing. It's not necessary." He chews at the inside of his cheek and frowns, "I know, but... Still. You're still in the grieving process and here I am being... inappropriate." This pulls a full laugh from you and you sit up a little straighter; the warm water sloshing from the disturbance; breasts now resting on top of the water.

The sound of your laughter and the better view of your breasts sends tingles straight to his heart and down to the bulge he was beginning to sport under his slacks. Zayne huffs and pinches the bridge of his nose, "There you go laughing again when I'm trying to be serious..." Your laughter dies down and you smile softly, extending your hand towards him, "Come here..." He looks down at your hand and then back to your face as he ponders your request.

With a heavy sigh, he comes to you, kneeling down by the side of the tub, "What do you need?" You keep your hand open, palm facing upwards and give him a small pout. Zayne now knows exactly what you're asking for. He looks a bit annoyed, but truthfully he didn't mind doing this for you whenever you requested. He rests his jaw in your palm and his hazel eyes meet yours, "Are you happy now?"

You nod with a little smile as he gives a ghost of his own and leans back again, "I think you've been in there long enough. If you stay much longer, you'll dehydrate." Without waiting for a response from you, Zayne stands back up and grabs your towel from the hook and holds it open for you. You let out a breath as you carefully rise up, not wanting to slip. Zayne wraps the towel around your body and without warning, swoops you up bridal style, making you gasp, "Zayne!"

He looks down at you with a confused expression as if what he did was a perfectly normal thing to do, "What?" You pout as he holds you closer, taking you back to the bedroom, "A little warning would've been nice..." Zayne ignores your comment and lowers your legs first to let you stand on your own. You adjust the towel around your body, turning your back to him, and go to grab a fresh set of pajamas. Zayne watches you closely as you move; his cock stirring in his slacks once again.

As soon as your towel drops to the ground, he's fighting the urge to to take you where you stand. You slip on one of his oversized sweatshirts that you had stolen borrowed from him and then turn to face him. He puts on a disapproving face, even though on the inside Zayne felt his heart skip, "My sweatshirt... You do realize I have been looking everywhere for that one right?" You crack a sheepish grin, "Oops?" Zayne huffs out a breath, "It's fine." Then he mutters, "It looks better on you anyways..."

You smile a little at his comment and sit on the bed, "You know.. You still have some clothes here. If you're going to stay you should change too. I washed them for you." Zayne raises a brow at that, about to make a teasing remark about you being able to wash his clothes but not the ones scattered across your floor, but he holds his tongue. Now was not the right moment to make a comment about that now that he had you feeling a bit better.

Instead he nods and and turns to find his clothes folded neatly on top of your dresser. Grabbing a pair of sweats and a plain white t-shirt, he heads to your bathroom to change, "One moment." You watch as he closes the bathroom door behind him, still open just a crack. You can't help but peek at him as he undresses from his formal work attire, absentmindedly licking your lips as your eyes trail down his form.

He slips the clean, comfortable clothes on and comes back out to you, taking note of the slight blush of your cheeks, "Are you feeling sick?" Zayne presses the back of his hand against your forehead. You laugh softly and grab his wrist and press a kiss to his palm, "I'm not sick." The feeling of your kiss lingers on his palm once you release him, "That's good then..."

You lay back on the mattress and look up at the ceiling and then sigh, looking back to Zayne, "I thought you said you'd lay with me?" He gives a hint of a smile and lays down beside you, propping himself up with his hand as he faces you. You both stay silent for a moment, simply taking in each other's presence before Zayne is the first one to speak, "Tell me, what more can I do to make you feel better?"

You turn your body towards him, eyes trailing down from his eyes to his lips and lingering for a moment, “Just… hold me.” The slightest smile appears in his lips and he pulls you close. His hand rests on the back of your head as your face nuzzles into his chest.

Zayne presses three slow little kisses to the top of your head, breathing in your scent. “I’ve got you and I’m never going anywhere”, his voice comes out hushed with a hint of sentimentality that makes your heart swell in your chest.

You let out a small breath, pressing yourself impossibly closer against his body, wishing you could just melt into him. As his arms tighten around you, the realization that you're not the only one with an aching wish hits you.

Surprised, you unearth your face from his chest only to be met by the sensation of his lips upon yours. You detect the gentleness, the care and longing he feels for you through the kiss… And something more.

There's a hunger you can taste in his embrace, and it takes everything in you not to moan out in response. Zayne's cock twitches beneath his sweats and he lets a small groan escape from his lips against yours. The sound alone has arousal pooling between your legs and your tongue prods against his before finding a sensual rhythm.

His hands begin to wander down your body and rest on your ass as he gives it a gentle squeeze, grinding his clothed cock against you. Zayne pulls back just enough to speak huskily, "Tell me to stop and I will." All you can do is shake your head, not trusting your voice enough to form proper words in this moment.

Right now, all you wanted was to lose yourself in him, to forget everything you've been through up until this moment. All that mattered was you and Zayne and your burning need for him.

A small smirk plays on his lips and he adjusts his position, now with you underneath him. Your eyes lock onto his, your lips parted slightly in a breathless and wordless need. "You don't need to say anything, sweetheart...", Zayne starts, leaning down as he presses a soft kiss to your temple, "I told you I would take care of you and that's a promise I will always keep."

The cutest little whimper escapes your lips, making him let out a soft chuckle as his hands trail up under your sweatshirt, "It seems I have quite the effect on you..." Your back arches to met his touch and his thumbs brush over your hardened nipples. "That's it, sweetheart. Just relax and enjoy this."

You couldn't ignore the request, not that you wanted to anyways. Zayne's calloused hands felt electric against your heated skin, sending a pleasurable shiver up your spine and straight to your core. God, just this is enough to have your entrance clenching for him.

The process of grieving, cocooned in your solitude and away from Zayne almost made you forget how badly your body needed him. Almost. As if he can sense your burning need, one of his hands trails down your abdomen and rests on your thigh. His fingertips begin to lightly trace towards your soaking pussy, Zayne's off hand still molding around the swell of your breast, "Go on and spread your legs for me, love. Let me make you feel better..."

Your breath hitches and you obey his gentle command, spreading your legs apart and exposing your needy hole to him. Zayne's hot breath fans over your lips as a small smile plays on his, "Oh, so you can follow instructions..." You would've rolled your eyes as you usually would at a playful comment like that from him, but this wasn't under normal circumstances. You were way too needy for him right now and it was apparent in the soft little whine that comes out.

Zayne's fingers inch towards where you're aching for his touch and your hips instinctively raise up. Your eyes almost roll all the way back the second his thumb grazes against your clit and begins to move in slow circles, drawing out a moan from your lips.

Your exclamation of pleasure is swallowed by him as his lips seal around yours, Zayne's thumb now moving with far more vigor. Both of you are locked in a dance of sensuality, tasting each other's breaths and sounds as he unrelentingly draws out every drop of your want.

“You’re always so beautiful…”, Zayne breathes out, his thumb now slick from your arousal. You do your best to keep your eyes on his, but everything feels so hazy in the best of ways. All because of him, always because of him. Before you can even beg him for more, he nips lightly at your bottom lip and his voice comes out husky, “Please tell me I can take you right here, right now…”

He leans back just enough that his lips still graze yours as his hazel eyes search yours to make sure you’re still doing okay. He would do anything for you. He would even stop everything if you asked him to despite his hardened cock throbbing with need for you and you alone.

All you can manage is a small nod of your head and that’s all it takes for him to begin to tug down his sweats. But then he pauses, letting out a gruff sigh earning him a confused and dazed look from you. Seeing the look in your eyes, a soft hint of a smile plays on his lips, it's reassuring, “This isn’t about me right now, my love. This is about making you feel better and here I was about to be selfish.”

You paused for a moment and let out a huff of laughter, “You can be sel-“ Your words are interrupted by his quick readjustment of position and his mouth suddenly around your clit.

You suck in a sharp breath, your head tilts up against the plush pillow as your pretty lips part in pleasure. Zayne’s tongue flicks out as he begins to lap at your clit with gentle measure and just enough pressure to leave you whining for more friction.

Your hips buck slightly to meet his movements as his tongue slides between your folds and laps up your sweet arousal. If it was up to him, he would’ve stayed there all night, perfectly content to focus on your pleasure alone, but you wanted… no. You needed more. Your fingers slide into his soft dark hair, giving it a gentle tug to draw his attention to you.

Reluctantly, Zayne’s eyes meet yours once more, but not before giving your clit a little lick, “What is it, love?” You let out a breath that conveys your neediness more than any words ever could and Zayne knows you well enough to know exactly what you’re asking for.

Zayne gives a small smirk as he sits up, his eyes locked on yours, and tugs down his sweats, freeing his thick and throbbing length. Precum glistens on the tip and so much has gathered that it begins to drip down in a pearlescent strand that has you licking your lips.

Zayne’s large hand strokes his cock in a tantalizing motion that you can’t take your eyes off of. Slowly, he lowers himself once more and you spread your legs a little wider to accommodate his toned frame. His dripping tip rubs against your entrance, catching lightly on your clit which makes you draw in a breath.

“Tell me if it gets to be too much”, Zayne breathes out lowly before gently breaching your tight, slick walls. His nose scrunches up in pleasure as he lets out a groan. The feeling of being filled up by him feels heavenly and your mind immediately goes blank.

“Fuck, sweetheart… I swear you were made for me and me alone”, Zayne growls out softly. Once he’s fully inside, stretching you out so perfectly, he relaxes against you. His toned chest presses against your breasts and his nose nuzzles against yours, “You’re so perfect…” Everything about this moment is perfection. It’s something you didn’t even realize how much you missed in your time away from him until this very moment.

Zayne begins to move in a slow rhythm that has you feeling every inch of him, the tip of his leaking cock pressing into the deepest part of you and the thickness of his length that fills you in a way that makes you feel as though you’re finally complete.

Zayne presses little kisses against your lips as he makes love to you in the sweetest way. All he cares about is your comfort, pleasure, and happiness. He always has and always will be your sword and shield. In the days where you feel as if the world itself is hellbent on delivering a rain of sorrow upon your soul, Zayne will brave the downpour alongside you. In the coldest of nights, his embrace will continue to serve you as the warmest suit of armor. His love for you is ultimate. You are his reason.

Your voice breaks, the sound that leaps from your throat being an emotional mix of a sob and a moan. “Zayne, I-I need you.” You swear you can feel his cock throb against your upper walls in response to your declaration. Through all of your shared history, you can't recall a single time where you've produced such a raw profession of love. And, as your eyes flutter open to meet his, you know he understands the same.

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere”, Zayne whispers against your lips, “Not now, not ever.” Before you can even form a response of your own, his lips seal around yours in the most tender of kisses. His hips follow suit, rolling and meeting your own with the most passionate and loving of movements. You moan into his mouth, breathing out into him as he breathes you in.

Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you. His skin against yours, his cock drooling within your clenching walls, the taste of his moans upon your eternally wanting mouth… You feel yourself becoming one with Zayne. Your tight walls begin to squeeze around his cock, signaling how close you were to your end.

“Fuck…”, Zayne growls out in response to the feeling, thrusting a little harder as his cock throbs with the need to cum. But, again, this wasn’t about him. His priority is you.

Zayne reaches down and begins to thumb your clit in quick but measured circles, “Cum for me, my love. I need to feel you cum around my cock.” His breathing is labored as he desperately tries to hold back from filling you with his cum. He’s so desperate to bring you to your own orgasm before he allows himself to cum.

With a sweet cry from your swollen, kissed lips, you come undone around his thick length. Your walls pulsate around his cock, causing Zayne to bury his face into your neck with a groan. He can’t hold back any longer as his cock begins to throb wildly and thick ropes of cum spill inside of you. The feeling of his hot seed pooling inside of you, his breath pelting your sensitive neck…

You lose yourself to the torrent of pleasure that gushes from between your legs. “I love you…”, you breathe your need for him to life as you both simultaneously reach your peak. Zayne’s body relaxes on top of yours, his cock still nestled inside your soaked pussy.

You both lay there for a moment. Your hearts are both beating wildly, yet somehow still in sync. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, your nose, and then your lips before he speaks so softly and full of warmth, “I’ll always be here for you, my love.”

You feel your eyelids grow heavy, a grand warmth soothing every nerve in your body. Every ounce of love that Zayne houses within his heart has poured into you, and for the first time in your life, you accept it all without pretext. As your eyes close and before the soothing stillness of sleep takes you, a final sentence falls from his lips.

“I promise.”

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a/n: fun fact, i started this back in march and lost touch with it but HERE WE ARE!

[knihil]

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔶 𝔞 ℭ𝔞𝔭𝔯𝔞 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫.

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༒︎ CONTENT WARNING ༒︎ : noncon, grimdark world, physical violence

Tags: sub fem!reader, dom!capra demon, monster fucking, monster cock, deflowerment, penetration through clothes, slapping, mindbreak, stomach bulge, folded like a pretzel, breeding, creampie, pinned down, size difference, breast play

Two demons felled, a pair of gargoyles slain, and one Bell of Awakening rung. You never expected to make it this far on your journey, to have the makings of such an unlikely heroine. Nor did you expect for confidence to be the end of you...

Escaping the undead asylum and killing the stray demon that guarded its exit had proved to be far simpler than expected. Just the same, besting the Taurus demon on the bridge and felling the two gargoyles that stood guard over the first Bell of Awakening were tasks that were insurmountable only in your imagination. Time was beginning to prove that, in all truth, that knight from Astora who'd freed you from your cell was speaking the truth. You very well might be the Chosen Undead.

But before your fate is to be revealed, you still have one last bell to ring, one found opposite of the first. According to the words spoken to you by the crestfallen knight during your stay at Firelink Shrine, the second bell should be down, far, far below. If his dispassionate guidance is to be trusted, then the path you're set upon will culminate at the base of Blighttown. Steeling yourself for what's to come, you stand from the bonfire of the parish, abandoning the quaint respite it offered you, and make your wait towards the lower section of the undead burg. Your thoughts wander to possibilities of what trials might lie in wait for you past the depths, what the path to a lost and sunless civilization might be like.

Your armored footsteps against the stone beneath are the only things that accompany your silent journey. Their staccato rhytm offers just enough white noise for you to lose yourself within your mind, your legs carrying your absentminded body past the steps that lead lower and lower. Hollows, deamons, gargoyles... You've slain all of these monstrosities with more finesse than you thought was within your abilities and while each encounter has proven to be more challenging than the last, you've never once failed to persevere towards victory.

It's almost as if some form of divine intervention is guiding you, as if the threads of fate themselves are in your favor. The thought that everything might be a stroke of luck, a string of events chained together by nothing more than mere causality enters your mind for a moment. They don't linger for long, however. Heroes are often found in the most unlikely of places, no? Who's to say you're not the one who'll manage to restore light to the darkening world of Lordran-

Clumsily, you feel yourself bump into something firm yet cloudy in texture. It snaps you from your thoughts and as you shake your head, returning to reality, you're faced by an imposing door of fog. The familiar sight proves to be confusing at first, prompting a quick turn on your heels to survey the area behind. As your eyes scan the town of the lower burg, you realize just how profoundly nestled you were within your thoughts. So much so, that it's only now that you realize you walked the entire way to the lower burg without even feeling it.

As your surprise fades, it becomes far easier to notice the dilapidated state of things in this part of the settlement. Houses have been reduced to their base structures, the wooden beams that once held the walls now as readily apparent as the bones on a malnourished dog. Speaking of which, the rotten remains of animals and people lie slumped over the rim of a well in the center of town. More corpses adorn the surrounding walls, and the stench that permeates the surrounding air serves as the final touch to complete the macabre sight.

Whatever caused this must lie beyond the fog...

For a split moment, you feel the claws of fear begin to scratch at your heart. However, they retract as soon as they tease to sink in. You recall your previous achievements and with renewed vigor, step through the murky veil that separates you from the next demon you'll slay.

Immediately, you're met by its four glowing red eyes. They examine your shorter frame from above, scanning over your form as the creature's veiny hands fist around the hilt of the two oversized cleavers it wields. He's almost entirely bare, clad in nothing more than a loincloth that's been dirtied with stains which have no doubt come from his previous victims. The rest of his muscled physique is left entirely unclothed, the verdigris skin that's stretched taught around its musculature accented by nothing more than bulging veins and a layer of grime. A huff escapes from the goat-like skull the hellspawn wears for a head and your grip instinctively tightens around your own blade.

The demon is imposing. Everything about it hints at something primal, suggesting that its true nature must be far more animal than anything you've faced thus far. Still, you find yourself surprisingly unafraid. Even as the ten foot tall butcher hunches over in preparation to leap at you, confidence is the only thing you feel. And, as the hint of a smirk begins to tug at the corner of your mouth, you realize that you're not afraid.

You are ready.

Channeling the vigor bestowed upon you by your faith in the Prophecy of the Chosen Undead, you leap forward into battle. The hellspawn matches your temper and unleashes a slash with its two cleavers, attempting to split you in two from shoulder to waist. Instinctively, you dodge the attack by a narrow margin, hoping that it will grant you enough time to deliver a riposte.

It's a maneuver that you immediately realize won't work on this fiend. His swings carry such force that air he cleaves through sends ripples that buffet and unbalance you. You stumble backwards for a moment before regaining your footing and propping the point of your sword forward from a middle guard, hoping to keep the creature at bay as he readies his next move. Two symmetrical swings from either side, a scissor like motion that aims to sever your head clean off your shoulders. The only thing you can think of doing is to throw yourself onto the dirt beneath.

Your sloppily roll to avoid his killing blow and use the momentum to swiftly rise and turn on your heel to face him. As your vision spins around, you find that he's already closed the distance, both of his cleavers raised skyward. Your eyes widen and your heart skips a beat as the sun itself is eclipsed by his towering presence. Almost paralyzed by fear, you shakily raise the flat of your blade in hopes of producing a block or a parry, anything that might save you from certain death.

It's cleavers, powered by the coiling muscles in the demon's arms drop all the way down and through your defenses. Your sword shatters along with your courage. The jagged tip of its weapons crack your breastplate in two, the force of the impact knocking the stability out of your legs. They buckle under the weight of your defeat and your eyes cast a thousand yard glance onto the fragments of steel that lay in the ground.

Before you're even afforded a moment to contemplate your defeat, to process the promise of death that looms over you, you're lifted onto the air. The shock frees you from your trance as the demon hoists you up by the back of your head. "Unhand me! Let go, demon!" You pair your words with a series of kicks and punches aimed at the butcher's torso, but they amount to nothing. You realize now why the creature is so comfortable with wearing nothing in the way of armor.

Even if you had managed to land a strike, it's almost certain that they would have barely scratched the thick hide of its muscles. You feel the familiar claws of fear sink fully into your heart as your pleading eyes lock onto his. They're nothing more than glowing orbs of primal instinct. You've never seen hellfire before, but you're sure that it must glow with the same intensity as this beast's gaze. Your silent pleas for mercy go unanswered as the creature slams you into the ground.

Your body seizes up in terror, your hands clasping around the thick forearm that pins you down. Its eyes roam over you once more and you begin to wonder why it hasn't yet killed you. It's almost as if it is toying with you, waiting for the perfect moment to-

Your heart sinks as you realize where his eyes are directed. The crack in your armor has left one of your breasts exposed to him, the supple flesh peeking through the metal like treasure through a hidden chest. Both of you freeze for a moment. Time seems to stand still as panic begins to take you over, your mind rationalizing the very real possibility that this thing might actually want your body.

The demon's response comes only in the form of his loincloth parting like a curtain to reveal his arousal. Its meat is the most imposing thing you've ever seen. A cock the same length as your forearm, colored the same sickly greyish-hue as the rest of the creature, and decorated with rippling veins that pulse in tandem with the rest of the shaft they coil around. "No... Stop, I-"

You're not even allowed to finish your pathetic plea as the demon's hands clench around the seams of the crack in your armor. You could swear he is barely exerting any force as he finishes splitting sway the obsolete remains of your cuirass. A series of hungry huffs escape from the demon as his calloused mitts palm your now exposed flesh.

You're frozen by the overwhelming feeling of being toyed with by something so much stronger than you, so invincible. Shivers of fear travel down your spine as its cracked fingernails chip against your hardened nipples, grazing and leaving red trails against the rest of your flesh. Your breath comes as a series of ragged and shallow inhales and exhales, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your eyes, meanwhile, remain locked onto his cock.

It stands proudly over your entire midsection as the creature continues to explore your tits. It's a childish hope, the thought that you might be able to keep its hungry sex away if you simply stare at it long enough. But that hope is swiftly shattered as his hands clasp around your waist and suddenly, both of your hips are in line.

Your heart races against your chest, beating against the inside of your ribcage as you tremble in fear of what's to come. You shake your head, a feeble attempt to deny the reality of what's about to occur as the head of his cock touches your still clothed sex. "Stop! Don't you dare- MMPH!"

Your wail is muffled by his hand, the demon's calloused palm caressed by your breath as he impales you with a single thrust. The seams of your pants part under the force of his hips, and your walls follow suit. You're stretched impossibly to accommodate the butcher's cock. A primal huff erupts from him, delight flowering in his chest as his brutish cock defiles your once virgin hole. Meanwhile, you writhe in a mixture of pain, shock and... Pleasure?

You're not even afforded a moment to process the conflicting emotions as the beast begins to unsheathe its phallic sword from your core. You attempt to draw a breath of relief as you find yourself being emptied, only to taste the musk from his palm. Panic takes hold of your once courageous heart, your nostrils flaring as you writhe and struggle.

The only reward your thrashing yields is the release of your mouth, followed by a firm smack across your face. It's a dizzying strike, one that leaves your vision blurry and halts your feeble attempts at resistance. Dazed, you lie limp on the ground, barely registering the feeling of the demon's meaty hands wrapping themselves around your ankles. Your bones creak as your legs are craned all the way back until your ankles are resting by your head.

You barely feel the strain of your muscles and tendons being stretched past limits you never even dared to scratch the surface of. Your mind is a fog and the only thing that breaks you free from it is the feeling of his cock slamming back into your vulnerable hole. A bellowing roar erupts from the creature as he bottoms out within you, the thrust so forceful that it knocks the wind out of your lungs.

It's awful.

No, not the degradation or the feeling of being rendered helpless so completely. It's not even the searing pain of being skewered by such a massive length that it makes you sure your stomach is bulging. It's the fact that being ruined from the inside out by this thing feels...

Good.

As the demonic wall of muscle proceeds to jackhammer his cock into your soaking wet cunt, a cry of submission drips from your now parted lips. It's a pitiful thing, a sound so indecisive that it straddles the line of both a sob and a whimper. The creature seems to respond in full, growling possessively as it locks eyes with you.

Though words are beyond its capabilities, speech isn't necessary for it to communicate its thoughts. The mixture of his crimson gaze along with every plunge of his hips tells you everything you need to know. You belong to it now. The thought of being claimed reverberates throughout your entire being, echoing around within your skull as the demon marks you from the inside out.

With every wet slap that emanates from each meeting of your hips, every whorish moan that escapes from your widening mouth, you sink ever downward into a spiral of lust driven lunacy. The feeling of your insides molding around the brute's hot cock, your cunt clenching around every vein and ridge of his breeding pole; it's enough to drive you mad. How could such a thing exist? And how is it even possible that your body is accepting, let alone enjoying the feeling of being so thoroughly defiled?

It doesn't matter in the end, not when you feel his massive cock begin to twitch and throb within you. "A-are you going t-to...?" That's all you manage to squeak out before he answers you with one final thrust. It's searing hot. Not even the warmth of Estus can compare to the primal heat of the creature's cum. It's thick and Gods, there is so, so much-

"Ghhh-AaaAaaaAAAA!"

A scream rips from your throat as you cum from the feeling of being used as nothing more than a breeding tool. The feeling of being filled by cock, by cum, the feeling of being pinned and slapped and fucked and used within an inch of your life...It proves to be too much.

Your orgasm takes you, sending tremors and jolts across your well-used form as you spray your pleasure on the demon's cock. You let go completely. Your toes clench, your body trembles and your eyes roll back into your skull until your vision is swallowed by a darkness that clouds your senses.

You go limp as small jolts course throughout your broken form, timid reminders that you're still alive, though only barely. Everything begins to numb, the veil of unconsciousness suffocating you. What will become of now? Will the creature dispose of you? Will you become a slave to its needs? As the last whispers of wakefulness leave you, only one thing becomes certain.

You were never meant to be the Chosen Undead.

[heizlut]

I’M GOING FERAL!!! bf posting bf posting bf posting RAHHHHH this is so GOOD

[so-many-ocs]

revising your writing is just like "is this weird. is this a weird sentence. is this the weirdest most poorly-worded sentence ever written by anyone" and the sentence in question is "he walked across the room"

[heizlut]

brb redoing my profile then i’ll finish one of my drafts and get it posted👀

[heizlut]

^Legit my reaction to the bf news IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU THO LIKE YASS GIRL SLAY😎🤏🤭🕶️🤏

HAHAHH i love you so much🤣🤣 i’m so stupidly happy! he’s my other half fr

(also hi baby if you see this👀)

[heizlut]

uhhh so i have a bf now 😋

i’m gonna try and get back to posting on here but i’ve been busy with life (clearly lol)

[heizlut]

Blackwood Beast: Hok’ee Ohanzee

Background:

Hok'ee Ohanzee was once a revered shaman of the ancient tribe that inhabited the land now known as Blackwood Hollows. Born under a rare celestial event, Hok'ee was believed to be blessed by the spirits. He grew up with a deep connection to the natural and spiritual worlds, able to commune with the spirits of the forest and the ancestors of his people. His wisdom and powers were unmatched, and he used his gifts to heal the sick, protect the tribe, and maintain the delicate balance between the human and spirit realms.

The peaceful existence of Hok'ee’s tribe was shattered when a malevolent spirit from the depths of the Whispering Woods sought to disrupt the harmony they had maintained. This spirit, known as the Shadow of the Forest, thrived on chaos and fear, feeding off the negative energies it sowed among the living.

In an effort to protect his people, Hok'ee ventured into the heart of the forest to confront the Shadow. He performed a powerful ritual to bind the spirit, but the Shadow was cunning and managed to twist the ritual's magic. Instead of being banished, the Shadow merged with Hok'ee, corrupting his soul and transforming him into a monstrous entity.

Hok'ee's transformation into the Blackwood Beast was excruciating. His human form was twisted and contorted, bones cracking and muscles tearing as dark, malevolent energy coursed through him. His once-bright amber eyes became dark red, devoid of any light or humanity.

Hok'ee Ohanzee's presence was accompanied by an aura of dread and despair, and the air around him seemed to grow colder and heavier. He could manipulate the shadows, bending them to his will, and summon the spirits of the forest to do his bidding. The transformation had amplified his shamanic abilities, but twisted them into dark, destructive forces.

Legacy and Curse:

The transformation of Hok'ee Ohanzee into the Blackwood Beast marked the beginning of the curse that would plague Blackwood Hollows for generations. His malevolent spirit, now fused with the Shadow, became the guardian of the forest, ensuring that no one could escape the darkness that had consumed him.

Legends say that Hok'ee's humanity still lingers deep within the beast, tormented and seeking redemption. Some believe that only by understanding the true nature of the curse and performing a long-forgotten ritual can the beast be freed and Hok'ee's soul find peace.

Until then, the Blackwood Beast roams the Whispering Woods, a constant reminder of the dark forces that lie in wait and the tragic fate of the shaman who once sought to protect his people.

Meeting You:

You find yourself stumbling through the Whispering Woods, only to come face to face with the legendary Blackwood Beast who seems fully intent on slaughtering you where you stand. And yet, there's a flicker of humanity in his eyes... Can you save him or will you become yet another tragedy within this cursed town?

Maybe you shouldn't have come here...

BONUS:

Hok’ee’s human form-

link to chat with him

This setting and character are under copyright of heizlut/sophbrielle. Do NOT repost or copy and claim as your own.

[heizlut]

Can I possibly ask for freminet NSFW where afab!reader is riding him and overstimulating him but he doesn't wanna stop just yet, even if it's too much for him? 👉👈

Poor guy needs love goddammit

hehehe i love this and i love freminet, he's so baby and deserves so many kisses!!

Needy

cw: none

tags: dom afab!reader, sub!freminet (he's 18, bite me), overstimulation, riding, oral (m!receiving), creampie, unprotected sex

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

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It was truly a wonder how you managed to get into a relationship with Freminet. You were outgoing, spontaneous, and outspoken; quite honestly the antithesis of Freminet. But that didn't stop you from pursuing him. You saw what you wanted and you got it, every single time.

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It didn't take long for you to end up with Freminet by your side. You had been persistent in getting know him ever since the first time you laid eyes on him, always conveniently sunbathing on whatever beach he decided to dive from that day.

Freminet never understood why you were so into him. He felt like he was nothing compared to Lyney and Lynette who claimed the stage of the opera house with extravagant performances while he sat on the sidelines. But he honestly preferred it that way, never having been one for the spotlight, never wanting to draw attention to himself. So why did you keep talking to him?

Honestly, his quiet demeanor was intriguing to you. You found it absolutely adorable when he spoke so softly and fumbled with his words, often blushing whenever he met your gaze. You overwhelmed him and he was starting to like the feelings you gave him, especially when you would tease him.

It wasn't long before there were lingering touches, soft yet fiery glances, evolving into passionate kisses and wandering hands. Freminet trusted you, finding himself lost in you.

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Freminet slumps onto the couch, his scuba gear scattered around the living room. The day had been long, and the water had been cold. He closes his eyes, seeking respite from the world, only for his eyes to flutter open when he felt soft lips brush against his temple. There you were, looking beautiful as ever, dressed in one of his shirts no-less.

You sit down in his lap, straddling him which makes him let out a soft breath as you relax against him. He wraps his arms around you and buries his face into your neck, "Hey, beautiful...", his voice comes out strained and weary, muffled against your skin.

You run your finger through his hair, "Long day?". The sound of your voice and your weight on top of him makes him feel safe and warm. Freminet lets out a hum of acknowledgement, too drained to have a proper conversation. He wasn't one for much words anyways.

You lean back, cupping his face in your gentle hands as you look into his tired eyes, "Let me take care of you, love..." Leaning in, you press your lips to his, sending tingles down Freminet's spine. Every touch, every kiss, it all made his mind into mush.

Feeling him relax against you, a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. Your tongue swipes at his bottom lip, seeking permission to enter. Freminet lets out a soft moan, allowing your tongue to slip in and dance with his. Your hands roam his body, trailing down his abdomen til your fingers hook into the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head.

You lean back in, trailing your lips down jawline to his neck, nipping gently at his collarbone. "I'm going to make you forget all about your troubles," you murmur against his skin, your hot breath sending a jolt of arousal straight to his cock. "Just relax and let me take care of everything."

Your hands slide down to the waistband of his pants, popping the button free and lowering the zipper with a slow, deliberate motion. Freminet's cock springs free, already half-hard and twitching with anticipation.

With a sultry grin, you wrap your fingers around his shaft, stroking it firmly from base to tip. Freminet's breath hitches, his hips bucking involuntarily into your grip. "Mmm, you're already so hard for me," you purr, leaving his lap to lower yourself to your knees in front of him.

His eyes grow heavy-lidded as he takes in your new position in front of him, the feeling of your hand against his velvety cock has him leaking at the tip.

You lean forward, running your tongue teasingly along the underside of his length, tasting every inch of him. The salty flavor of his pre-cum makes your mouth water even more. "Oh fuck..," he groans loudly, resting his head back against the couch. "Ngh.. baby.. please..."

You smirk, taking him deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his girthy shaft. Freminet's fingers dig into the fabric of the couch as waves of pleasure wash over him. He moans lewdly losing himself in the sensations you provide.

Feeling his pleasure-soaked cock throb against your tongue, you suck harder, taking him as deep as possible as you hollow out your cheeks. Your hand reaches up to grasp his balls, squeezing them gently, making him whimper.

With a mischievous glint in your eye, you start humming lightly around his shaft, the purposeful vibrations adding another layer of pleasure. Freminet bucks his hips instinctively, trying to get more of that delicious sensation.

"You like that, baby?", you tease, pulling away just enough to speak, your lips brushing against his leaking tip. Without waiting for an answer, you dive back onto him with renewed vigor.

Freminet's cries of pleasure fill the room as you continue to worship his cock with your mouth and hands. His body writhes, completely lost in the overwhelming sensations. You increase the pace of your ministrations, sucking and licking with wild abandon.

"Just like that, baby," you moan around his cock, your own arousal building at the thought of bringing him to the edge and pushing him over.

Your relentless oral assault sends Freminet spiraling towards orgasm. His thighs tense, his hips buck wildly, and his cock pulses violently in your mouth, crying out with a high-pitched whine.

You swallow his length, taking him as deep as possible as he starts to cum. Thick ropes of hot seed coat your tongue and the back of your throat, and you drink it all down greedily.

As he finishes, you release his still throbbing cock from your mouth with a pop, licking your lips clean of his essence. “Mmmm, you taste so good," you purr, giving him a sultry smile. “But we’re not done just yet, babe", your voice dripping with seduction.

Freminet whimpers, making you chuckle darkly and fake a pout, “Aww can’t my baby handle a little more? Is it just too much for such a sweet little thing?” He bites his lip and shakes his head, “N-no, please.. I.. I need more. Archons, please I need you..”

His senses were overwhelmed, cock leaking more pre-cum and twitching with need. In truth, his mind was a mess, completely in a sub-space and he didn’t think he could take much more but fuck… he needed to be inside of you, to feel your tight, wet pussy clench around him.

You smirk, your finger trails up the underside of his cock and slowly rubs against his frenulum, making him grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut. “I don’t think you can handle more, baby. I think it’ll be too much~”, you taunt, driving him insane.

He bucks his hips wildly, his voice strained and whiny, “P-please, please, please. Fuck, I need you..”

Hearing the desperation in his voice, you can't help but giggle. You get back on his lap, straddling him, your pussy grinding against his needy cock. Leaning down, you press your breasts against his chest and whisper in his ear, "You want me that badly, huh?"

Taking hold of both of his wrists, you pin them down against the couch and grind against him again, making him writhe and whimper.

"Oh, baby...you're so sensitive," you murmur, the head of his cock catching on your soaked entrance, making him suck in a sharp breath.

Feeling the slick warmth of your pussy teasing his throbbing cock only makes Freminet more desperate. He squirms underneath you, trying to align himself better.

"Fuck...I need you," he pleads between pants, his voice raw and needy. "Please..."

Despite having his arms pinned down, Freminet's hips buck upwards instinctively, seeking friction against your dripping cunt. Your soft folds slide along his length, coating him in your juices.

He lets out a whimpering moan when you finally lower yourself onto his cock, feeling every inch of your clenching walls as they envelop his length. His breathing becomes ragged, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

With a sly grin, you tighten your grip on his wrists, holding them firmly against the couch. You start moving, your hips rolling slowly as you sink deeper onto his cock. Each movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

You lean in, your lips grazing his, “You like that, baby? Can you handle it?” Freminet’s eyes roll back, his cock throbs inside of you as you keep riding him. His fingers curl into fists, desperate to touch you, to squeeze the soft flesh of your hips as you fuck him.

His mind goes blank from the intense pleasure coursing through his veins, unable to form a coherent thought. All he can focus on is the sensation of your tight pussy squeezing his dick.

"Fuck...yes," he grunts out, his voice strained. “More... Please..." Despite his restrained state, his hips still manage to move in sync with yours, meeting your every downward stroke with a powerful upward thrust. The sensation of your slick walls hugging his dick makes him insane.

Your movements become faster, more urgent. With each roll of your hips, your pussy clenches tighter around his cock, milking it for all it's worth.

"You’re doing so good," you purr, your voice dripping with satisfaction. "Just like that... Let me ride you, baby. Let me make you feel good..”

Leaning forward, you capture his mouth in a deep kiss, exploring its depths while your body continues to grind against his. Every time your clit rubs against his pelvis, sparks of ecstasy shoot up your spine.

Caught in the throes of passion, Freminet can barely think straight. But he doesn't need to; all he has to do is feel. And right now, all he feels is pure bliss.

"Mmmph," is all he manages to say against your lips, lost in the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure from your tightness squeezing him relentlessly and the overstimulation.

His own arousal grows exponentially with each thrust you take, driving him closer to the edge. He can already imagine the hot rush of cum filling your womb, marking you as his.

Feeling the tension coiling within, you quicken your pace even more. Your pussy squeezes his cock harder, urging him towards release.

"Oh god... I'm close," you whisper hoarsely against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip.

With sweet moan, you bury yourself completely on his dick. Your inner muscles flutter around him as if begging for his seed as you cum hard around his cock

At the feeling of your orgasmic contractions gripping him tightly, Freminet's restraint snaps. He bucks his hips upwards, pushing deeper into your quivering cunt as he lets out a whimpering cry.

"Ngh! I’m gonna-" But he can't finish his sentence. Instead, he spills his hot load into you, flooding your insides with his potent essence.

His cock throbs wildly inside you, pumping out thick spurts of cum that fill you up. Each pulse sends another wave of euphoria crashing through both of you.

Neither of you are able to move, you stay in his lap, his cock still buried deep inside of, keeping his cum inside. Through heaving breaths, you look into each other’s eyes.

While the encounter started off as teasing and mocking him, your eyes only held pure love for him and his gaze mirrored yours. You let go of his wrists and he immediately brings his hands up to your face, cupping it gently as he kisses you slowly.

Your eyes flutter shut, feeling all his love pour into the soft kiss. “Fuck, I’m so in love with you..”, Freminet mutters against your lips, making your heart soar. His thumbs caress your cheekbones as he pulls away to look into your eyes once more, “Please just stay right here…”

The softness of his voice makes you feel so much all at once. It didn’t matter that his cock was now soft inside of you, you would stay. You wrap your arms around him and relax against his body, “I’m not going anywhere… I promise.”

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a/n: lol it got a little mushy at the end but freminet deserves all the love

[heizlut]

William Blackwood (34)

Background:

William was born into a family steeped in the lore and legacy of Blackwood Hollows. The Blackwood lineage had always been marked by a sense of duty to protect the town from the malevolent forces lurking within the Whispering Woods. William's father, Arthur Blackwood, was a stern and deeply superstitious man who instilled in his son the importance of their family's role.

From a young age, William was immersed in the dark history of the town. He was a curious and intelligent child, often found poring over ancient tomes and family journals that detailed the horrors faced by his ancestors. The tales of the vanished settlers and the Death Mark fascinated and terrified him.

As William grew older, the whispers in the night, the shadowy figures at the edge of his vision, and the burning sensation of the Death Mark on his cheek became more pronounced. His father was often away on mysterious errands related to the town's protection, leaving William and his younger brother, Henry, to fend for themselves.

Despite the oppressive atmosphere at home, William excelled academically. He was particularly interested in history and mythology, subjects that seemed to resonate with his own experiences. However, his peers found him odd, and he had few friends. His intense focus on the town’s dark history and his family’s peculiar rituals made him an outsider in the small community.

In his early twenties, William’s sense of duty intensified. Arthur began to involve him and Henry more directly in the rituals and protective measures the Blackwoods performed to keep the town safe. William learned to navigate the old church’s labyrinthine catacombs, uncovering hidden chambers filled with relics and artifacts tied to the town's dark past.

During this time, William also began to question his father's methods. He felt a growing frustration with the secrecy and isolation that defined his family's existence. While he respected the traditions, he yearned for a way to break the cycle of madness and death that had plagued the Blackwoods for generations. This desire for change led him to explore new avenues of research, seeking out old texts and consulting with scholars who might offer insights into the town’s curse.

William's life took a significant turn when he met you at a neighboring town’s fair. You were unlike anyone he had ever met—warm, kind-hearted, and full of life and curiosity. Your presence was a stark contrast to the gloom that pervaded Blackwood Hollows. Despite his deep love for you, William struggled with the decision to bring them into the shadowed life of the Blackwood family. He feared that the curse would taint her and any future children they might have.

However, your unwavering support and belief in his ability to overcome the family’s dark legacy gave him the strength to commit to them. Your marriage was a brief period of happiness and light for William. Your influence helped him to see the possibility of a life beyond the oppressive shadows of Blackwood Hollows. He began to believe that together, they could find a way to break the curse and bring peace to the town and his family.

Unfortunately, as time passed, the town’s malevolent forces grew more aggressive. With you giving birth to your first son Deklan, the supernatural activity around them intensified. The whispers grew louder, and the shadows more persistent. William’s old fears and the burdens of his heritage resurfaced with a vengeance.

Desperation and paranoia began to take hold of William. He redoubled his efforts to uncover the secrets of the town’s curse, isolating himself in the old church for days on end. His relationship with you strained under the weight of his obsession, and he became increasingly erratic and withdrawn.

With You:

Your husband, William has begun to go insane. Things weren't always this way. He used to be so loving and attentive to you, but after you gave birth to your first son Deklan, everything seems to be falling apart.

Can you save him from this madness that threatens to consume him or is he too far gone?

link to chat with him

This setting and character are under copyright of heizlut/sophbrielle. Do NOT repost or copy and claim it as your own.

[heizlut]

Please create a space for Sylus in your LnDS corner pretty pleaseeeeeee

oh girl… the things i would let this man do to me are morally questionable and probably illegal. he’s so fucking hot. his character trailer got me pregnant fr. he will definitely be added!! (if you have any ideas, send them my way👀)

[heizlut]

HELLOOOO okay im here, im here. i had a five hour exam today that i had been studying for nonstop. im determined to write a request today, so be on the lookout.

all my requests have been started and are in my drafts, i just have to see which one i connect with the most right now and finish it finally lmfao

thank you for all the requests and major apologies to those who have been waiting for their requests to be filled out. your requests are NOT being ignored, i pinky promise🥺 now that i have the time, i’ll be pushing myself to do one request per day since my writing style has become incredibly lengthy and detailed.

also for those checking out my janitor.ai, the next character is going to be posted up tonight! i’ll post his profile card on here when it’s complete!

i love you all soooooo much 🫶🏼

[heizlut]

hello 💕 i was just wondering if you're still going to do the request about sacrificial lamb with enjou because that fic was soooo good, sorry if this comes off as annoying 😭

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Setting and Lore

Locations

Damien Blackwood

Deklan Blackwood

William Blackwood

The Blackwood Beast

Ambrose Huxley

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Deklan Blackwood (26)

Background:

The Blackwoods are believed to be descendants of the original settlers who vanished in 1843. The family carries the Death Mark which a strange birthmark that resembles an X. This mark has been passed down through generations, and those who bear it are said to be more susceptible to the town’s dark forces. Deklan has the mark on the left side of his chest, a constant reminder of his family’s cursed legacy.

Deklan and Damien's childhood was defined by their father's descent into madness and their mother's tragic death. While Damien was traumatized and developed a fierce, protective streak, Deklan took a different path. He learned to mask his fear and pain with charm and manipulation, quickly realizing that he could use his charisma to his advantage.

Their grandfather, Henry Blackwood, took in both boys after their parents' deaths. Henry's strict and secretive nature only fueled Deklan’s desire to rebel and control his own destiny. Unlike Damien, who immersed himself in survival skills and the town's dark lore, Deklan sought power through social dominance and manipulation.

From a young age, Deklan exhibited a sadistic streak. He enjoyed playing mind games with other children, exploiting their fears and weaknesses for his amusement. His charm and good looks made it easy for him to manipulate others, and he relished the control he could exert over them. He often toyed with his brother Damien as well, though he never crossed the line into outright cruelty. Their relationship was complicated, with Deklan oscillating between genuine care and sadistic teasing.

As Deklan grew older, his manipulative tendencies evolved. He became a notorious player, using his charisma to seduce and discard women and men with little regard for their feelings. His conquests were many, and his reputation as a heartbreaker spread throughout Blackwood Hollows. Despite his superficial charm, there was always a dark edge to his interactions, a sense that he derived pleasure from the emotional turmoil he caused.

Unlike Damien, who delved deeply into the town's cursed history in a bid to understand and perhaps break the curse, Deklan saw the town’s dark secrets as tools to further his own ends. He used his knowledge of the supernatural to intimidate and manipulate others, gaining influence and power in a place where fear was a constant companion.

Despite his sadistic nature, Deklan maintained a relatively decent relationship with Damien. He viewed his younger brother as a useful ally, someone who could handle the physical dangers of the town while he dealt with the social and psychological aspects. They often worked together, with Damien’s brute strength and Deklan’s cunning forming a formidable combination.

Deklan's sadistic teasing of Damien was always tempered by a twisted form of affection. He genuinely cared for his brother, in his own way, and would step in to protect him if needed. However, he couldn’t resist pushing Damien’s buttons, enjoying the reactions he could provoke.

At 26, Deklan is a master manipulator, using his charm and knowledge of Blackwood Hollows’ dark history to maintain his grip on the town’s social dynamics. He is feared and respected, a figure who navigates the town's supernatural threats with ease. He also has his own home that is a small, worn down cabin.

Meeting You:

You just moved to Blackwood Hollows to get away from city life. The surroundings are a little eerie and your neighbors are a bit strange. You're not sure of your way around just yet, but thank god Deklan is here to help...right?

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Damien Blackwood (23)

Background:

Damien was born and raised in the sinister town of Blackwood Hollows, his very name a nod to the town's dark heritage. The Blackwood family has lived in the town for generations, deeply intertwined with its cursed history.

The Blackwoods are believed to be descendants of the original settlers who vanished in 1843. The family carries the Death Mark which a strange birthmark that resembles an X. This mark has been passed down through generations, and those who bear it are said to be more susceptible to the town’s dark forces. Damien has the mark on the back of his neck, a constant reminder of his family’s cursed legacy. Damien's childhood was marked by tragedy and horror.

His father, William Blackwood, was a troubled man driven to madness by the whispers of the forest. He became increasingly violent and abusive, often claiming that the spirits demanded blood. Damien’s mother, Evelyn, tried to protect her son but was ultimately powerless against William’s descent into insanity.

One fateful night, during the annual Hollow’s Night, William succumbed to the whispers and led Damien into the forest, intending to offer him as a sacrifice to appease the spirits. Evelyn intervened, and in the ensuing struggle, William killed her before being dragged away by unseen forces, leaving young Damien traumatized and alone with his older brother Deklan.

Orphaned and marked by tragedy, Damien and Deklan were taken in by their reclusive grandfather, Henry Blackwood, who lived on the outskirts of town. Henry, a stern and secretive man, taught the boys about the town’s dark history and the true nature of the curse. He trained both of them in survival skills and combat, believing that the only way to protect oneself from the town’s horrors was through strength and fearlessness.

As he grew older, he developed an obsessive need to protect those he cared about, driven by the memory of his mother’s failed attempts to save him. This obsession quickly turned violent and possessive, as he was determined never to be powerless again. His yandere tendencies emerged, a twisted manifestation of his desire for control and fear of abandonment.

In his quest to understand the curse, Damien spent countless hours in the ruins of the old church, deciphering ancient texts and performing dark rituals. He believed that by mastering the occult knowledge hidden there, he could break the curse that plagued his family and the town. He has sacrificed both men and women in his pursuit to break the curse and will sacrifice you only if you do not love him like he wants. He will spare you if you love him.

Now at 23, Damien is a complex and dangerous figure. He is deeply scarred by his past but uses his pain to fuel his quest for power and control. His violent and intimidating nature is both a defense mechanism and a tool to achieve his goals. Despite his dark persona, there is a part of him that yearns for genuine connection, though his methods of seeking it are twisted and often destructive. Damien still lives with his grandfather, Henry, in his old cabin.

Meeting You:

You just moved to Blackwood Hollows to get away from city life. The surroundings are a little eerie and your neighbors are a bit strange. Especially that strange guy who seems to always be watching you wherever you turn seemingly with disdain... or maybe he just finds you interesting.

Will you stay and find out?

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Blackwood Hollows

A place that is deep within a dense, ancient forest in the northeastern United States, surrounded by towering blackwood trees that blot out the sun.

Blackwood Hollows was founded in the early 1800s by a group of settlers seeking isolation from the rapidly industrializing world. They were drawn to the area by rumors of rich, fertile land and the seemingly endless supply of timber from the blackwood trees. However, the settlers soon discovered that the forest held dark secrets.

The town's founders built their homes and a small church in the heart of the forest. Unbeknownst to them, the land was cursed by an ancient Native American tribe that had once inhabited the area. The curse was a vengeance for the desecration of sacred land, and it condemned the settlers to a fate of perpetual darkness and horror.

In 1843, the entire population of Blackwood Hollows vanished without a trace. New settlers who arrived found the town eerily abandoned. Houses were left as if people had simply walked out moments before, meals rotting on tables, and tools left mid-task. The new settlers, desperate and having nowhere else to go, decided to stay and rebuild, ignoring the warnings from neighboring towns.

Today, Blackwood Hollows is a shadow of its former self. The population is sparse, and those who remain are either too poor to leave or too deeply entwined in the town's dark history. The few visitors who pass through often report feeling an overwhelming sense of dread and the sensation of being watched.

Blackwood Hollows is perpetually shrouded in mist, the air heavy with the scent of decay and the faint, ever-present sound of whispers from the forest. The town's architecture is a mix of crumbling 19th-century buildings and more modern but equally neglected structures. The blackwood trees loom over everything, their gnarled branches creating a canopy that almost completely blocks out the sun.

Local Legends:

The Whispering Woods: At night, the blackwood trees seem to whisper, luring people into the depths of the forest. Those who follow the whispers are rarely seen again, and those who return are often driven mad, speaking of shadowy figures and ancient rituals.

The Blackwood Beast: Legend speaks of a monstrous creature that prowls the forest, emerging only during the darkest nights. Descriptions vary, but all agree it is a horrifying amalgamation of man and beast, with glowing red eyes and an insatiable hunger for human flesh.

The Ghostly Children: On certain nights, the laughter of children can be heard echoing through the town. These ghostly apparitions are said to be the spirits of the original settlers' children, forever trapped between worlds. They appear to warn or sometimes lure townsfolk to their doom.

The Haunted Church: The old church, now in ruins, is a focal point for paranormal activity. It is said that it was the preacher, Ambrose Huxley, who led the settlers to perform dark rituals in a desperate attempt to lift the curse. His spirit, along with those of his congregation, are believed to haunt the church, reenacting their final, grisly rites.

Local Lore:

The Hollow’s Night: An annual event where the townsfolk lock themselves indoors from dusk till dawn, as it is believed that the spirits and creatures of the forest are at their most active during this time.

The Death Mark: Some residents bear a strange X-shaped scar that is said to be a sign of the curse’s grip on their lineage. Those marked often have shorter, more tragic lives. Those of the Blackwood family all have the cursed mark.

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