British | she/her they/them | autistic | 20s | multi fandom | I write for CoD, Ghost BC, Sleep Token, Creepypasta, Harry Potter, Big Hero 6, and Lockwood and Co. | @stonedstargazer666's beautiful princess with a disorder | Satanism is pretty cool | Hellenism is pretty great | ♡♡♡
I will write for these Lockwood and Co. characters:
Anthony Lockwood
Lucy Carlyle
George Karim
I will write for these Ghost members:
Dewdrop/Sodomizer
Swiss Army Ghoul/ Swiss
Rain
Phantom
Aether
Mountain
Cirrus
Cumulus
Aurora
Sunshine
Omega
Alpha
Ifrit
Mist
Zephyr
Terzo
Cardinal Copia
Any Papas
And era 1 and 2 ghouls
I will write for these Sleep Token members:
Vessel
II
III
IV
The Vesselettes
Jujutsu Kaisen:
Satoru Gojo
Suguru Geto
Nanami Kento
Ino Takuma
Ryomen Sukuna
Toji Fushiguro
Shiu Kong
Uraume
Shoko Ieiri
Utahime
Maki Zenin
Nobara Kugisaki
Toge Inumaki
Noritoshi Kamo
Choso Kamo
Megumi Fushiguro
Yuuji Itadori
I will NOT write p*d*philia, zoophilia, rape, b**stiality. Or anything too gory, like, Black Christmas 2006 level gore or Terrifier level gore, because it makes me extremely uncomfortable. Any underage characters (Maki, Toge, Megumi, Yuuji, Nobara.) I will not write smut for. I headcanon BEN_DROWNED to be either 20 or 21.
I WILL write for angst, smut, fluff, crack (funny stuff), Incorrect Quotes, headcanons, scenarios, imagines (same as scenarios??), wholesome shit, and I will write matchups and create a scenario/headcanons with your oc as long as you describe them to me.
I have a very funny and unrealistic headcanon scenario in my mind lolll
Sebastian and ciel returns to the mansion from a loooong mission. Mitsuri!darling (big boobies, curvy but thin body ohom oho and pink hair like her, classic cute mitsuri appearancefrom kny)
Meanwhile, she was showering, but when she heard his voice, she put a towel around her body and immediately ran. When she saw them, she gasped and started to go down the stairs. She tripped, the towel around her body fell off, and she fell on Sebastian. The only thing Sebastian saw was her chest as she fell on him, (think about that her ches presses on sebastians face and hes lying down like a statue lol) basically nstead of getting up, she started babbling apologies lmao
Meanwhile Ciel's about to die from cringe and shame
I hope you like this request lol it was funny to write ✍️ 😁😁
ciel is sprinting away faster than sound, he's too tired to see and deal with any of that, leaving you alone with the demon butler whom your breasts are currently squished in the face of.
"I'M SO SORRY!" you keep apologising profusely, even though you haven't actually gotten up yet.
he, sebastian, puts a hand over your eyes and wraps the towel back around you, tucking it in correctly and securely. pity, you have such a magnificent figure.
it was a shock, but not an unwelcome one. it's been so long since sebastian has experienced something like that, especially that bold, even if it was an accident.
it would be a lie if he said he didn't sometimes allow his eyes to wander over you in the most vile ways possible, even when you were fully clothed. now, he just has your proportions confirmed beneath those pesky clothes of yours.
My request contains a bit of TW. After consuming Ciel's soul, Sebastian finds a new contractor. His new contractor is old and cruel, especially towards his young wife. Unfortunately, she had to marry him by her family's force, sold to him. But she's so kind, even to Sebastian. The wife is so beautiful; her appearance is just like Mitsuri Kanroji, but her height is just like Shinobu's height; she's short.
anyways the wife helps sebastian, even tho hes a demon, she bakes delicious cookies for him to eat. she loves cats too,
But unfortunately, her husband is abusive towards her. Would Sebastian interfere? I wonder. She was so happy at first, but she's always sad these days, with bruises covering her from face to toe, unfortunately. He even wants Sebastian to hurt him in various ways. Now she doesn't go out of her room and has PTSD and flinches at nearly everything, including Sebastian. I wonder, would he deny him or obey him? I'd like to read a headcanon from youuu and i wonder your opinions
killing that slag on sight.
cw: talk of homicide, actual homicide, distress, domestic abuse, talk of cannibalism, attempted sexual assault/marital rape, marks left from physical abuse, healthy coping mechanisms, implied objectification on john's part, and partially sebastian's, body worship? switched from the reader's perspective to sebastian's multiple times. i'm interpreting the wife/reader as being a buxom woman.
Ok, so Sebastian would probably try to get along with both members of the household, and would definitely notice the age gap between the young woman and the old husband. And since Sebastian appears to be a handsome young fellow, the husband, whom I'm going to call John because I fucking hate that name, would 'vent' about his wife to our beloved demon butler.
Even though John has nothing to vent about because he's an old abusive rich white man with a lovely young wife. And Sebastian cannot stand him for this reason. The 'venting' would just be John being misogynistic about his wife and comfortably saying some repulsive drivel, assuming Sebastian would agree with him. Which, to keep up the butler facade, he does.
Sure, Sebastian is a sadistic demonic murderer, but he definitely recognises that this old prune's wife has done absolutely nothing to warrant this verbal animosity from him.
Any man would be delighted to have such a gorgeous wife, especially one as curvaceous as you. You're the sweetest woman, even to a bloodthirsty demon butler like Sebastian. One might mistake you for a maid due to your love for baking.
But it helps. It's something to distract you from the cruel, chauvinistic nature of the man you're supposed to call your husband. The new butler helps, too.
He's a handsome man, despite his eerie and mysterious nature, he is kind to you and even helps out with baking, whereas your husband used to just stand in the doorway and watch you, before leaving you alone to do whatever interested him in that moment.
The butler, you've come to know his name to be Sebastian, is quite the saviour as well.
One night, when John was being particularly rough - ripping your garters down and slapping your hand away when you tried to shove him off you, a miraculous knock on the bedroom door saved you from the greedy hands of what could've been the start of a horrific night.
You don't know what the reason was exactly for Sebastian requiring the assistance of your husband, you're just grateful for the timing. What nor you or John know, is that Sebastian saw the incident through a crack in the door.
He was just passing by, only to be stopped by the rough sound of ripping fabric and the familiar squeal of a frightened woman. Of course, he'd never heard the latter sound in this context.
He had peered through the door, left forgettably ajar, and caught the tail end of what he recognised as a revolting, rotting old dog destroying a gift bestowed upon a radiant, rightfully spoiled cat.
His blood ran cold. Either he intervened, pretending to be blissfully unaware of just how filthy that man was, or he murdered your husband right infront of you.
He'd rather not terrify you so early on, since he quite enjoyed your presence, not just the physical aspect. So he settled for a knock.
Clean. Simple. Didn't insinuate he knew anything. Loud enough to hear, but quiet enough not to suggest he knew something was going on on the other side.
You were thankful for it, even though it was probably just because your husband needed to oversee a few things and not because the butler knew what he almost did to you.
He saw you, too. Hand to your chest, breathing deep gasps of relief, eyes closed. He noted your torn garters, red marks on the insides of your thighs. Hm.
He admires your cat, too. Specifically yours, because your husband couldn't stand to look at the sweet thing. All the more reason to kill him, was what Sebastian thought on the matter.
The cat is another of the few things that help you cope with the unfair union.
The cat, which is currently sat on the kitchen floor tiles, with a light dusting of flour powdered on her back, gazing up at you with a look you couldn't quite decipher.
It was late, and storming outside. The kitchen window was open, the scent of petrichor pouring in through the gap.
You didn't have anything to do, and couldn't sleep, so emptying the kitchen cupboards was a wonderful idea.
The fact that you were only in your nightgown was of no relevance. Not to you, at least.
To Sebastian, it was wonderful.
A beautiful woman, busying herself with baking whatever she liked while her feline companion rubbed up against her shins was the very picture of domesticity. Something his master didn't deserve.
Another thing that dog didn't deserve was your body. The sheer silhouette of you was already enough to have the demon knelt before you, add the loose nightgown and he would do whatever you asked him to.
He could, he would worship your body in a way that would make churches look like garden sheds.
But for now, he would do his job, interrupting at times it was convenient for you and infuriatingly inconvenient for your husband.
It was only when he picked up on the scent of blood that he stepped out of line.
The blood was stale, like it was already dried even before the person died. He followed the scent, all the way.... to... the master bedroom.
The door was closed, like a precaution. Like the murder was planned.
It didn't click to him that it might not be your husband who was dead. That thought was unwelcome in his mind. It made him turn the handle.
The scent of blood immediately got stronger, obvious to the point he wanted to open a window just so his senses could be freed from the overwhelming urge to taste.
He was instantly met with the sight of you, standing at the foot of the bed, one hand holding onto a bloodied candelabra, the other clutching the bedpost like you were trying to rip it off.
He was flooded with relief, and a sick sense of schadenfreude at the less than pleasing sight of, what was once his master, your husband's corpse.
You had bludgeoned him, likely in a fit of rage, with the candelabra he had previously noticed you kept on your bedside.
You took a step backwards, bumping into his front and almost jumping out of your skin.
You almost dropped the murder weapon, but Sebastian's quick reflexes saved it from falling.
Clearly, you were in some state of shock, even though you had done nothing wrong. You were just cleaning up a bit.
He gently pried the object out of your hand, snaking an arm around your waist, dragging you out of the room.
"We mustn't touch."
He muttered into your ear, taking you down the hall and into the living room to lay down on the settee, ignoring the bloodspatter that had managed to drip onto your nightgown and onto your cleavage. Well, he could lick it up later.
The candelabra was still in his grasp when he went back up, closing and locking the door behind him.
the dirty look he gives you, knowing that you slept with someone for information. he was very opposed to the idea if it weren’t for his master permitting you to do whatever it takes for the mission.
he remembers the blissful look on your face when joker pleasured you in his tent.
the human bears no privileges to taste you—to touch you, and to make you orgasm by his hands.
sebastian mournfully watches you manipulate joker, whispering commands on how to please you; the human only interrupts you with a deep, sloppy kiss—reassuring you that he knows how to make you feel good.
the poor tree close by the tent, where you two are about to fornicate in, snaps in half with his grip; sebastian feels quite delighted seeing the confused look on joker’s face; however, you were not oblivious.
you know damn well it was him throwing a tantrum.
so you give the butler a show.
the sounds you’re letting out feels too theatrical; sebastian knew that you’d rather die than have someone make you induce a noise so dirty.
the worse part? he knew you were sincerely enjoying it.
your eyes made contact with sebastian’s while joker is busy making out with you and grinding his hips deliciously against yours; the demon’s crimson eyes gleam in fury—your body shivers from the cold pressure of the wind and the demon’s rising aura.
the sounds of wet slaps of skins for hours are scratching deeply into his ear drums, he was this close to burning the tent. sebastian wants to slice joker’s tongue, his heightened hearing picks up the whispers he breathes in your ears—about how good you make him feel.
like a natural, you respond just the way joker wants you to. great heavens, you’re a nasty one.
your eyes rolled back in pleasure, letting out an exaggerated moan as the two of you reach your orgasm, rage almost blurs the clear mind of the butler’s.
because despite your advances, you had easily obtained the information needed.
sebastian is infuriated that you can easily sleep with a human you’ve just met, while you reject his advances every time inside the manor.
it makes him look needy, he thinks it’s pathetic and disgusting.
hihi ^^ i would love too see some headcanons of the lost boys with very obedient, submissive partner. (i’m a switch myself but i have a massive submissive lean and i don’t particularly enjoy bratting.)
FUH yeah
david
oh, he loves you. you're his on sight.
we all know david is a hard dom, nothing can make him sub.
I feel like he might sometimes want you to put up a fight, as in bratting, so he can pin you down and use you until all the fight is gone and you're shaking while he cleans you up.
"oh, now where'd all that fight go?" teasing little bitch.
likes you wake you up with his fingers inside you, gripping your waist so you can't crawl away.
dwayne
oh, honey.
he's a tad bit better than david, due to him being a little bit kinder and knowing he's a lot bigger and stronger than you.
but he's a lot bigger and stronger than you. and you're so submissive and obedient.
prepare to get stretched and ache a whole lot. tall, dark, and handsome over here just found a new interest: breeding.
he already had a breeding kink but it went into hibernation.
you woke it up.
marko
you're cute. after he fucks you till your brain is all floofy, you'll be his new muse for an extremely provocative nude painting.
if he isn't painting you, he'll talk to you. or rather, try to get words out of your shaky, sweaty form while lying next to you and trailing a knuckle over your hips and waist.
paul
i feel like he'd take a while to warm up to you, personality wise, but wouldn't waste anytime getting in your pants.
he's not submissive at all, and none of the boys are obedient. but he likes how whimpery and incomprehensible you get after a few hours of him inside you.
sebastian michaelis shaving you headcanons because I'm disgusting and perverted about this man.
tw: he is also disgusting and perverted but more classy about it. fear play. gettin ur puss shaved by a demon. seb is most definitely getting off on it and popping a boner the size of mt. everest. this is actually gross and i'm not sorry. just a glimpse of what goes on inside my dark and twisted mind.
probably corners you after intentionally running into you on multiple occasions. he's not just randomly asking to contribute to your genital hygiene, though. you have atleast 17 bites marks and hickeys all over you before this happens.
gets you to sit down after a bath and chuckles when you avoid eye contact and hold the towel up to cover your chest even though your whole hole is exposed to him.
does it gently, obviously, while also rambling about how sensitive the area is.
holds you still whenever you start trembling, even though a demon is literally knelt between your thighs gliding a razor over the most delicate part of you.
if he nicks you, he licks it up. no shame.
would probably tease you by encouraging you to talk to him, then 'accidentally' press down on your clit.
the fact that he's touching you makes it worse, but knowing that you can't clamp your thighs shut because there's a razor between them just adds to your nervousness.
asks you to lie back to spread your thighs wider, therefore allowing him to shave all of it.
when he's done, he wipes your cunt down with a warm flannel then eats you out.
sebastian loves bush but does not mind a bald pussy.
— Floyd teasing you with his teeth because he knows the sharpness makes you nervous, and he uses it to his advantage. the sensation of the edge grazing your skin, knowing that at any moment he could sink them in with ease, even though deep down you know he never would.
he likes running his teeth along your skin and feeling you tense slightly beneath him for a few seconds before relaxing in his arms again, or the way you squirm to break free from his grip despite not putting in the slightest real effort. but just hearing one of his muffled chuckles against the skin of your neck is enough to make you melt back into his grasp and his arms tighten around you just enough to feel his body pressing against yours.
Floyd knows he won't hurt you; he knows his own strength when it comes to you. however, it was enough to make those little sounds he loved escape from your lips.
wouldn’t tell his family about you, don’t get him wrong, it’s not in a I’m ashamed of you way, but rather more of a they are extremely annoying and I don’t want them to bother either of us kind of way.
So when you insist that you’re finally ready to meet his family (much to Damian’s reluctance) he has to find a way to bring you up without Bruce getting upset at the fact that his son had been keeping something so significant from him.
“Father, I was thinking it may be suitable to host a family dinner at the manor this weekend, it has been a while since our last get together, after all.” He mentions casually over his tea.
“That’s a great idea, I’ll message the group chat and see who’s available.”
“Oh, and please remind Alfred to cook for one more — my girlfriend will be in attendance.”
Bruce just looks at him in shock and before he could even think to conjure up a reply Damian is already out the door, hastily making his way back home to you.
I 100% will be dropping things in The Black Wolf but my version is so wildly different then how I think the author wrote him originally that it would take a lot of explaining on why I changed the things I did.
Personally I thought he was aromantic and gay. Idk why it felt right (though I am also aromantic if and gay so maybe that's why 😭). How do you think he would be with a male s/o?
Also I really liked the tamagotchi headcanons I think I still have mine in a box around here (somewhere).
I personally feel like anyone he thinks is hot and has a hole is a potential mate to him, but i like your perspective on him.
i think wolf (what i'm gonna call him) would be the dominant one in a relationship, regardless of his partner's gender. his boyfriend's neck would be constantly littered in bites and hickeys, and he would most definitely crawl into bed at the most ungodly hours and just.... reposition you to lie on him. he likes feeling his bi's weight on him, knowing his lamb is using him as a mattress, even unconsciously, is such a high for him.
if he gets a burst of horniness and his bf is okay with it, that wolf man is fucking you until your pelvis is sore and you can't sit properly.
he'd still creampie his partner even if he was a man btw.
wouldn’t really care if he fell in love with a man. just sees you as his to love and protect and do other stuff to... and also bring home random forest stuff as apology gifts if you get into a fight and it's his fault. even though I don't see wolf as being good at apologising.
What creepypastas do you think could keep a tamagotchi alive?
Which creepypastas would kill theirs within a day?
ooohhh that's good..
first, ben obviously can keep his alive because he basically is a tamagotchi? but for a terrifying amount of time. i'm talking like, three years. (coming from someone who's never had a tamagotchi and doesn't know how long they live)
jeff probably had one when he was younger, but isn't too interested in it anymore. kept it alive for three days before giving it to ben. liu also probably had one too.
toby would probably like one, to have something that still tethers him to his humanity, even if it's just a small robotic pet.
tim and brian wouldn't even bother.
jack wouldn't bother because the little noises it would make would probably irritate his ears and he'd probably drop it off on ben's windowsill.
I had what I can only describe as war flashbacks seeing that someone besides me and three inactive accounts on Instagram know The Black Wolf 😭
I remember reading his story when I was like eleven and thinking "oh this is bad" and then reading it years later and thinking "oh this is really bad" but I'm not gonna lie he was one of my favorites solely because of how the author interacted with fans and also because I rewrote his story completely for my own amusement.
I love your headcanons on all the characters!
lmao, yes even though his story is badly written i really like him.. feel free to drop some stuff for him in my askbox :)
I'm very aware that the linked page is poorly spelled, but it was made in 2016. Also, I know this is a stereotypical mary sue creepypasta, but I really like this character (made by katethered00 on deviantart). I feel SO cringe posting this.
general headcanons
canonically, his birth name isn't known, but he's mostly known as either wolf or west.
also canonically, his mother tortured him.
ALSO canonically, he's a shapeshifter.
ok NOW the headcanons start.
probably nocturnal, or atleast a huge night owl.
has a bookshelf full of journals, having already filled five of them.
annoying grunge bitch. i'm so attracted to him.
probably smells of petrichor or just straight dirt with a hint of blood.
carnivorous.
has issues with older women. as in he doesn't trust maternal figures.
has probably eaten a few people before.
cchronically offline, is chronically out of the loop.
really physically healthy for some reason despite having more scars than unmarred skin.
the ones I've been waiting for. romantic/raunchy headcanons. I can write smut but I can't write the word sexual. right then.
list of nicknames (I KNOW THEY'RE WIERD LEAVE ME ALONE):
lamb
puff
fluffy
sexy little thing
rabbit
fawn
yeah. big on prey animal nicknames.
if you have a house, not anymore. you're now his little housepet in his cabin in the woods.
has a huugggeeee thong kink. big baggy shirt with a sneaky lil thong underneath.
he's your last relationship. you're not allowed to leave him, ever.
outside sex. against the wall of his cabin. on the decking. in the pouring rain.
likes to unzip his fly and pound into you while you're squealing from the metal teeth scraping your sensitive flesh.
really like being shirtless?? for some reason??
will start journaling in the middle of breeding you.
skinny buff. sleeper build ripped.
fucking against things. windows, walls, trees, mirrors. you're his, and he loves to humiliate you.
has a knot.
has a bad habit of ripping your clothes. mostly the underwear.
my neighbour was blasting metal while i was writing this.
