#batim fanfic

[or13m]

Some stuff I have been doing. Working on different stories in a rotation-like schedule. Today is the Bendy fandom!

[spikystringsnuffle]

so I had a dream last night and I then wrote a Fanfiction about said dream (edit: the part after being led out of the room is where i believe the dream ended, the following bit i made up to give it the fic conclusion)

Yes it is bendy and the ink machine

Not it doesn't make that much canonical sense

Yes it is Senry (Sammy Lawrence X Henry Stein) (kind of)

Oh and Joey's there I guess

Content warning for brief, I am quite vague about it description of torture

Joey lifted another tool from his rack.

Sammy closed his eyes, trying to shield himself from the pain. It did not help. As the tool entered his exposed innards, the musician let out the faintest whimper, too exhausted to react more strongly.

He wasn't sure how long he had been strapped to this operating table and tortured. Time lost it's meaning when pain was the centre of your world.

"Joey?"

Sammy weakly opened his eyes, wincing at the harsh, fluorescent light.

He recognised that voice.

Joey said something in response, but it was lost to the haze of pain clouding Sammy's senses.

At the distant sound of his name, Sammy tentatively turned his head to the right.

Henry was standing beside the operating table, his face a picture of horror and concern.

The musician faintly smiled. His hand twitched, wanting to hold Henry's, but Sammy was restrained and Joey was right there.

"Don't go," Sammy croaked out.

Henry turned to Joey and said something. Joey stared at him for a moment before moving Henry away from the operating table. As he was being moved, Henry brushed his hand against Sammy's.

"Let's get you patched up,'aye Sammy?" Joey said as he carefully removed the tool that he'd just left in Sammy when Henry entered.

The process was painful, but drowned out by the larger agony of being tortured.

That in of itself had lessened slightly, but the pain would not fully fade for a long time, and would always haunt him.

The sound of metal clamps releasing cut through the air, and someone — not Joey, thankfully — helped Sammy sit up.

His shirt was thrown at him and he carefully put it on.

He was taken off the operating table, and, leaning on Henry, was led out of that room.

The next thing he knew was the dark, cold, rainy outside.

Sammy welcomed the feeling of the dark and the cold and the rain after being trapped in that stuffy, bright torture room.

Henry, however, sped up, so Sammy matched his pace.

The two entered a car.

"You have a car?" Sammy asked.

"No, this is Joey's. We're stealing it."

They then drove off into the sunset that wasn't there.

Sammy was grateful for Henry intervening, but the feeling of relief was undercut with a certain dread that he'd end up on that operating table again.

[ialwayscomeback-somerabitsaid]

I remember your face | BATIM oc drabble ft. Sammy Lawrence and my occ yayyy ------

description: sammy Lawrence finds a old family picture, out of curiosity he brings it to his dear lamb aurelia, maybe she'll think something of it! Little does he know...

A.n: this is just a little fun self indulgent drabble I wanted to make! I craved bittersweet angst and comfort of Sammy that included Susie and my oc so I made it :3 I hope you guys enjoy!!

Warnings: sickly self indulgent, angst, description of a disfigured body(?) (I don't really know but just in case)

Tag list!!: @sauceytwinkietwinkling @pine-n-stuff @livdrawsstuf :333 hope y'all don't mind the tag! Please tell me if ya do <3

Pretty please enjoy! :D

It was a damp day in the rotting remains of joey drew Studios, sammy was walking around in the old creaky halls, ink dripping down upon him as he walked with his axe, a whistle and hum in his step, he wanted to go make another shrine for his lord, well, thats til he heard a-

Crack

looking down under his foot, he saw a picture frame with a photo inside of it, which was odd, picking it up, he saw three people, a teen girl, a woman and a man, must've Been one of the old employees family, how sweet...though something about this picture looked fairly familiar, he just couldn't put his finger on it...

" hmm... "

After some consideration, he decided to go show it to his fellow believer, Aurelia! Maybe she will recognize this photo, the little lamb always had a better Memory than him that one

With a turn of his heel, sammy went down the hall to the right, where Aurelia was currently resting peacefully, or at least as peaceful as she could get

" aurelia my little lamb, sorry to interrupt but can you look at this? "

The sheep's eye lids fluttered open, inside of the eyes being hollow except for the very small white dots that sometimes appeared when she needed to see, being given the picture frame she grazed a finger across it, something in her expression shifting to look more..sad

" you.... Don't remember this don't you? Sammy... "

sammy shook his head gently, feeling a tad clueless of the topic, that's why he wanted her help

" no I don't believe I do dear, that's why I'm asking you, you're very handy when it comes to these things yes? "

" you could say... "

Aurelia mumbled quietly, before signing and taking sammys hand softly, using his finger to point out the past

" that's.. Ms Campbell see? Then there's me over there...and you're right there..."

" it's us.. "

Something..shifted In sammys features below his mask, but aurelia couldn't tell what, his chest ached as had his hand over the picture frame, Aurelias ontop his

" ah, yes...silly me, my dear sheep, my memory isn't what it used to be..."

The man gently lifted to picture up to get a better look at it, mentally squinting to gaze upon all the little details, the crinkle in his eyes, how Aurelia looked so cheerful, Ms campbells smile...

" maybe we should look for a place for it? It'll look quite charming on the wall or at a desk somewhere don't you think? "

Aurelia spoke, eyes going back to being dim once more but a ghost of a smile in her expression

" I uh...yes, but...let me ponder where to put it first, I'll hold onto it...for safe keeping "

" uhh...alrighty, I'll be here if you need me..."

Aurelia said, slightly worried but decided to shrug it off, going back to resting in her little corner

Sammy stared at the picture again, gently tracing his fingers across the cracks, walked onto to go somewhere to try to think, his head feeling a bit ached right now at the sudden realization

...

..

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" ms Campbell.... S...susie....yes..."

Sammy was seen in a old creaky chair placed in the music department, leaned against the light of a old projector and dust of the near by instruments, he had the frame held up as he was leaning on the legs of the old chair, being careful not to slip

" what...happened... I...what happened to us all... "

He looked at his hand, flesh replaced with dark sticky ink, a tired and slightly stern expression of his old self replaced with Almost no expression at all, you could see his bones through the tar like substance he calls his body now, he knew he always looked different from his past but he hasn't realized... How different til now

It was like he wasn't even the same man anymore

And oh...aurelia, those eyes looked so cheery and hopeful, now there's almost nothing behind them, the words of sorrow pleas to their savior broke the poor girl in so many ways..

He felt the pain grow whenever looking at ms campbell, a gnawing guilt he couldn't understand, the only thing he can really remember was her laugh, her smile, why did it make him feel so awful...

Sammy tried to hold it back, take a breath, but he couldn't...

Thick inky tears ran down his cheeks from behind his mask, staining the glass on the picture frame, he frantically tried to wipe it away, but with his whole body being nothing but ink, each swipe made things worst and worst...

Out of fear of ruining the dear picture, he dropped it, it made a slight shatter sound while hitting the ground, and Sammy quickly sprung up from it

The glass was almost completely stained black, some ink leaked through the cracks, making it splotchy, but it was okay, his precious memories are okay..

Sammy picked up the broken frame in his palms, holding the photo like a injured bird, he looked around, before sighing, deciding he should just try to call it a night..

Mr Lawrence walked back to aurelias cozy corner with his head down, worried about damaging the photo anymore than he did, he was probably taking longer to get there because of that anxiety..

...

..

.

Seeing Aurelia curled up in her corner asleep made Sammy feel a tad better about this predicament, he carefully set the broken picture down on a create, placing a rag around it for safe keeping, the man sat down on the floor a bit besides aurelia, watching her at rest til deciding he shoud get some sleep as well, he looked up to the ceiling, a old towel he just picked up getting tucked between the wall and his back, and started slowing his thoughts...

Laying there, counting sheep to try to sleep, maybe he'll have a pleasant dream, a dream that couldn't compare to any one he had in years, where him, ms campbell and Aurelia could have just been a happy family, going on picnics, having family dinners and Such, it seemed sweet, he never considered himself a family man but maybe he'll start...

But like all his dreams, he'll forget them, so maybe he should just stop trying...

🌼. . .

[kamdicegirl]

After arriving home from Santa’s ritual, the father and son go through painful transformations. The Devil takes in the form of Santa himself and reluctantly takes Henchmen to the North Pole to reverse the curse.

Meanwhile, Bendy sneaks out to stroll around town and meets with a beautiful woman named Alice who claims she is an angel assigned to the demon to earn her wings by helping him.

However, Bendy goes through a painful transformation into a goat like form!

Bendy arrives at the North Pole to meet up with his dad in his new form.

According to the Stickler Elf, the Devil has taken the role of Santa and Bendy has taken the form of Krampus, the anti Santa who delivers punishment and torture to naughty children.

To turn back to normal they have to perform their duties and deliveries. Bendy gets to scare naughty kids into cleaning up their act or stay in bed before Santa arrives to their homes, with the help of Alice.

When Bendy learns that Cuphead is deemed Extremely Naughty and to be placed in his Basket of Tricks, he refuses. Alice comforts him believing that it is alright to show mercy but discover his name vanished, which meant they completed their mission.

Alice is then granted a pair of wings as God promised and brought back to Heaven.

The Devil is forced to be kind towards Cuphead and reluctantly gives away the Choo Choo that he and Bendy wanted. After that, the Devil and Bendy’s names get on the Nice List.

The curse is lifted from the father and son and instead of getting a Choo Choo, Santa says their ‘gift of niceness and mercy’

They don’t take it well and wake up depressed on Christmas morning until they spot a giant train for Bendy and the Devil to ride on. Santa did come after all, and their happiness that they had every Christmas was brought back. It was truly a Christmas miracle!

[moon-art123]

Bendy: The Cage (a fan made story) | Part 1

Fine, I’ll do it myself. I was super bummed out when I heard The Cage was shelved but then I remembered that I’m a writer lol. So here’s part 1 of my version of the story! Hope you like it!

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Run. Hide.

Those were the only two thoughts he could hear over the sound of his own pulse beating against his ears. His breath was heavy, his throat parched, he was losing stamina fast despite his fight or flight pumping loads of adrenaline through his body.

A loud, ear piercing screech roared down the hallway. Henry peaked over his shoulder, catching a quick glimpse of his pursuer. He could see it, a large tentacled machine of some kind speeding toward him with a bright red beam of light emitting from its face, illuminating the hallway a deep red as it got closer.

He’d heard about these creatures before, these ‘Keepers’ and how they were made to ‘maintain order’ but all they did was terrorize The Studio and its dwellers. He knew they had to have been responsible for the others disappearing, there was no other explanation and now, he was next.

Henry wasn’t gonna go down that easy though. No, he was ready for whatever challenge awaited him. Whoever this ‘Wilson’ was and his devilish Keepers, he was ready to take them on.

Henry firmly gripped his axe, keeping it at the ready for whenever that thing finally caught up to him. He took a sharp turn and another, attempting to lose it but it followed fast. He had to find some way to detour it. He saw a locker just ahead, once he got to it, he grabbed it, knocking it over so that it partially blocked off the hallway to try and slow the Keeper down but to no avail. It knocked the locker to the side like an empty bacon soup can.

He had to think of another way to lose it.

He took another turn, then another, not paying attention to the floor. He slipped on a puddle of ink and fell hard on his side. He gritted his teeth and got to his feet quickly, fighting off the pain. After running a bit farther, he came across an electric door that was thankfully already open. Without hesitation, he pulled the door lever handle out of its socket and ran through just before it could close. He caught another glimpse of the Keeper before the door sealed shut in its face.

Its three fists pounded the door with immeasurable strength, leaving a dent with each pound it gave. Henry took a few steps back, gripping his side. He watched as the door became more and more deformed as the Keeper pounded at it. The door wouldn’t hold much longer and Henry wasn’t gonna stick around for when it finally gave out. He threw the lever handle to the side and continued running.

Once he got enough distance between him and the temporarily diverted Keeper, he let himself lean against the wall and took a moment to gather his bearings. He had no idea where he was, he’d been chased into an unexplored area.

He coughed and pulled out his seeing tool, moving it around to try and find any messages that could help, but none shown.

“Great.” He muttered, putting it away.

He took a few more deep breaths and closed his eyes. A strange creaking sound came from the wall and he opened his eyes, stepping away from it. The creaking got louder and louder. His breath elevated and he held up his axe. Suddenly, it stopped. Henry lowered his axe and took a deep breath. The Studio always made weird sounds. He was just being paranoid… or was he?

Just as he lowered his axe, a mechanical arm broke through the wall, followed by a screeching head, filling the room with its red light. Henry held up his arms, shielding his face from loose pipes chipped wood flying toward him as the Keeper ripped its way through the wall.

Henry ran away immediately and turned a corner only to find himself face to face with another Keeper. Its face went from yellow to red in an instant and it screeched, preparing to charge him. Henry yelped and ran the opposite direction, just barely dodging the other Keeper as it tried to grab him. He darted for another hallway but was blocked by another Keeper.

The three Keepers began to close in on him.

“Nowhere left to run.” One of them said, Its scratchy static voice making him wince.

Henry looked around for any possible escape routes. He spotted a railing nearby, maybe if he jumped it, he could get away. It wasn't the brightest idea, but he had no other options. He went for it. He didn’t care how far the fall was, if it meant getting away from those Keepers, it was worth it. He jumped the railing, catching air for a couple seconds before landing hard on the ground below.

Henry groaned and put a hand on his head as he got on his feet. He dusted himself off then looked up, the three Keepers looked down at him, screeching with anger before turning around, giving up on their pursuit.

He sighed a breath of relief and brushed the hair out of his face. “That was way too close.”

His short-lived relief was interrupted by the red beam of an angry Keeper approaching him. He gasped and went to run but was blocked by another Keeper. He looked around to find that he was surrounded. They slowly closed in on him until he was backed into a wall. Henry held his axe up. There was no way in hell he could take on all of them but what choice did he have? He took a deep breath through his nose, preparing to fight. Each of the Keepers screeched and turned red, getting ready to attack but just before any of them could make a move a voice called from behind the crowd.

“That’s enough!”

The screeching stopped and their lights turned yellow. They all stood still. He let out a shaky breath and raised an eyebrow. A few Keepers in the middle of the crowd moved to the side. Henry gripped his axe, not daring to put it down.

A frail old man wearing a janitor uniform slowly limped out of the crowd. Henry lowered his axe. Was this the ‘Wilson’ that he'd been hearing so much about? The one that had been terrorizing The Studio with his Keepers for all this time? Considering how fierce the Keepers were, Henry had expected that Wilson would be just as intimidating but the man in front of him didn’t seem intimidating at all. He looked as if even the slightest breeze could knock him off his feet and that a simple slip and fall could easily break every bone in his body. This was the man who ‘killed the Ink Demon’?

The man hacked and wheezed, keeling over with his fist covering his mouth. He deeply inhaled, clearly struggling to breathe. “I need him alive.”

Henry’s eyebrows furrowed and he held his axe up again, remembering the situation he was in. “What do you want with me?”

Wilson stood upright and looked at him with his one good eye. “I want the answer.”

“The answer to what?”

Wilson made a gesture with his arm, giving a silent command and all of the Keepers turned red again. He turned around, limping back into the crowd and disappeared.

“The answer to what?!” Henry yelled, looking around frantically.

A Keeper in front of him approached and held out some kind of gadget and a green mist surrounded him. Henry yelped, shielding his face but that did nothing. Whatever he inhaled took its effect almost immediately. He dropped his axe and it hit the ground with a loud clunk. The room around him began to spin and he held his arm out as some last stitch effort to defend himself before he fell to his knees. The screeching of the surrounding Keepers echoed in his ears and he shook his head, fighting to remain conscious but his vision tunneled and he fell forward, now flat on the floor. The Keepers all stretched their hands toward him and everything went black.

[prestongoodplaysgoodplay]

finally getting to bring Bertrum Piedmont into my 23k+ words so far BATIM fic... this the shit I'm talkin about

[bloody-peach]

Demonic Possession (BATIM smut: Ink Demon x F!Reader) [NSFW]

(art by Hikase555)

Goodie Bag: Vaginal sex, creampie, monster sex, biting/marking, breeding, fluff and smut, dry humping, grinding [please let me know if i'm missing anything].

Now Playing: The Rigs - Devil's Playground (click here to listen)

Taglist: @omniuravity @eldritch-affair and any other fellow monster/demon fuckers!

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A/N: Oooh man, the monster fucker in me is salivating over Ink Demon rn. I couldn't find a lot of Ink Demon smut (if any) so I made one myself. A few things before we start. 1) The ink demon will not be referred to as Bendy in this, just 'the Ink Demon'. I go against canon and see Bendy and the Ink Demon as separate entities, so it applies here. 2) the look of the Ink Demon in this story is going by hikase555's design. The header image is by them, but here's another one for further reference: [click here]. 3) I had my boyfriend help me with the intro, so if there appears to be a slight disconnect in writing styles at the start, that is why. One last thing: if you ever get confused on how kissing works in this, the kisses work pretty much like how it worked in this image: [click here]. Ok, on with the show!

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Bending through the corridors of the Cycle left closed and locked away, a sound painfully wailed behind the walls. He once found comfort being given form, but now he dreads the very existence left to be his fate; why must ink demons have heat cycles?

The Ink Demon knew that his heat would start today, it started the same time each year (wait, do years even go by in the cycle?). He would usually be able to control it by pleasuring himself in many different ways, and it would usually work, but now he was insatiable. He needed to find a mate or else lose his mind trying to hold off til the end of his cycle, which he knew he couldn't do.

As he ran through the list of potential candidates in his head, a shrill scream rang out through the halls. It wasn't a scream he recognized as anyone from the studio, so he went to investigate. He followed the commotion to find a chase between the Projectionist, and a woman he'd never seen before. A smile grew on the Ink Demon's face. Maybe this was his chance.

-Some time before-

You heard the rumors about the abandoned studio from the 1930s near your apartment from many people, but never really believed them. However, the mystery of what could be inside the surprisingly intact building enticed you to go see for yourself. When you entered the studio, everything around you turned black and sepia. You walked through the halls and explored the many rooms, to the point where it seemed endless.

But you soon found that, unfortunately, you were not alone.

Many humanoid blobs made of ink and morphed versions of the Bendy characters would try to attack you, at an increasingly growing rate. You were able to outrun them, but you started to grow paranoid over whether they'll be back. Nevertheless, you kept exploring, but you carried a makeshift weapon (you found a broken piece of pipe). You walked into a room where there was a projector running, displaying some footage for some TV special with Joey Drew as the host. You took a closer look at the projector, impressed by its ability to still run after all these years. But then, you noticed ink starting to drip down the projector. The ink formed into a puddle and then grew into a body, attaching to the projector. It lifted it off the stand and was now a walking ink being with the projector as its head. The creature turned to you and let out a terrifying shriek, then started to charge at you. You dodged it and ran out of the room, the projector being chasing you.

-Now-

You ran and ran as fast as you could but you could hear that projector being catching up to you. Soon, to your horror, you hit a dead end. You turned to see your demise coming closer and closer. You put your arms up in a defensive position and shut your eyes tight, waiting for a swift death. But then there was a loud sound and then, silence. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the projector on the ground, separated from the demon's body. You put your arms down and almost jumped when you saw who killed it.

It was a 7 foot tall, malformed figure with skin made of black ink that almost looked like tar, appearing to have a fit human torso, legs, and arms, but with a very small waist. His head looked like Bendy's, but it looked like someone dumped ink on his head, making him look melted. It covered his eyes, so you couldn't see them, if he even had any. His horns were curved and almost looked like a crescent moon, almost. His smile matched Bendy's, but it was much wider. His left hand had 4 fingers and was wearing a white, ink-stained glove, while the other hand had 5 fingers and wore nothing. While you couldn't help but blush as you looked at him, you noticed that he wasn't trying to attack you. He was just...standing there, looking at you.

He stood motionless, his gaze fixed on you. His presence felt unnerving and sinister as he slowly approached you, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. You started to relax as your fear started to dissipate. When you saw its smile, you couldn’t help but feel a blush appear on your cheeks. The Ink Demon's smile widened as he continued to approach you, his steps slow and deliberate. His gaze, intense and penetrating, never left your face. He then knelt in front of you, his head in front of your chest, which brought a lump to your throat for some reason. Maybe it was the invasion of personal space.

You felt a bit of unease in your stomach due to his gaze, but you figured he was safe, since he saved you from that projector thing. You cautiously reached your hand out and you gently put your hand on his cheek. As your fingers made contact with the Ink Demon's face, his inky skin felt cool and smooth to the touch. The ink didn’t stick to your fingers, much to your surprise. He remained still for a moment before slowly tilting his head slightly, resting his head in your hand, a low purr in his throat. It seemed that he found comfort in your touch.

You reached your other hand to touch his other cheek and you couldn’t help but smile warmly, realizing he wasn’t like the other monsters in this building, and that your assumption of him being safe was right. The Ink Demon's expression seemed to glimmer with a mix of curiosity and something akin to affection as you held his head in your hands. You felt as he slowly placed his large hands around you, like he was holding a doll. The Ink Demon's grip on you was surprisingly gentle, his ink-covered hands enveloping you with an almost protective hold. He was handling you like you were made of glass and if he moved wrong or squeezed you too tight, you’d shatter to pieces.

His gaze remain fixed on your face, his expression filled with a strange sense of connection. You couldn’t deny that you felt that connection too, along with a warm feeling in your chest. You thought about how sweet this demon was being, that maybe this was its true nature. You then thought about how it must’ve been so long since he’s seen anyone here that wasn’t a monster out for blood, and how lonely he must’ve been. After that thought, you felt a sense of compassion for this creature and you leaned forward and laid a soft kiss on his head.

The Ink Demon seemed surprised by the action, because it backed up a bit. You felt like you did something wrong, so you said, “I-I’m sorry. Was that too much..? I..I...” That’s when the Ink Demon slowly shook his head, his face softening as he continued to hold you. He reached up with one hand and gently touched the spot where you kissed him, a small smile forming on his face. Something told you that he really liked that. After that, he lifted you up and took you to another room.

The next thing you knew, you were in a room with a makeshift bed in the middle of the room. Must’ve been where the Ink Demon slept, you figured. As he placed you on the mattress and stood in front of you, you wondered why he brought you here, until you thought more on it.

Why else would someone bring you to their room? Because they want you to stay.

You look at the Ink Demon and ask, “You..want me to stay with you, don’t you?” The Ink Demon's smile widened slightly, and he nodded in response to your question. He released his grip on you but took your hand and gently held it, as if urging you to stay. Well, it wasn’t like there was anything for you outside of the building. You had no one waiting for you, no one to be worried about you if you disappeared. Plus, it’s not like there was a possible exit to this place anyways. So you looked at the demon and smiled, saying, “Alright. I’ll stay with you.” The Ink Demon's eyes lit up with a mixture of gratitude and excitement, then he nuzzled the top of your head and licked your cheek.

You felt a stinging pain on your cheek, so you touched where he licked and there was blood. Turns out you got hurt as you ran away from that Projector Demon. You noticed you got a few scratches on your cheek and on the side of your neck and on your shoulder, all bleeding. “Shit...” you said to yourself. The Ink Demon tilted his head slightly, observing your injuries with a mix of curiosity and concern. Slowly, he went to your cheek again. The Ink Demon’s long, inky tongue snaked out from his mouth and delicately licked at the blood on your wounds. As you felt the stings, you noticed that even though he was terrifying and intimidating, he was still being so gentle with you. As he continued to clean your wounds, a low growl rumbled in his chest, almost as if he was trying to comfort you. You felt a blush form on your cheeks and when you heard his comforting purr, you felt touched that he cared about you enough to comfort you through the pain.

He then moved from your cheek to your neck and shoulder. You felt his hot breath on your neck, his tongue slowly caressing it as he cleaned up the blood. It sent a heat down to your very core and you could feel yourself getting hot from this. As he slid his tongue down to your shoulder wound, you accidentally let out a soft moan. In response, the Ink Demon’s purr deepened as he continued to lick your wounds. His tongue brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His gaze stayed locked on you as he continued to lick you, seemingly lost in thought.

He went towards the spot between your shoulder and your neck and he growled again, but a bit louder this time. He then bit down gently on your skin, drawing a bit of blood. A small, almost unnoticeable amount of ink dripped from his teeth onto your skin, sinking into the bite as he marked you as his. You gasped softly as he bit you, but not out of pain. The ink seemed to numb any pain the bite would've caused and it actually intensified your heat. You couldn’t help but start to feel aroused from his bite, his tongue, his touch, his everything. The Ink Demon’s growling deepened as he continued to leave more marks on your shoulder, now with more purpose than before. He could sense your arousal, and it only served to fuel his own. He knew that you had to be his mate, there was no denying it. He wanted you oh so badly, his very being was screaming for him to devour you.

You couldn’t help but reach your hands out and touch him. You wanted to feel his skin, to know that what you were experiencing was real. The Ink Demon purred, reveling in the warmth of your touch. You gently touch his arm, trailing your fingers along his slick inky skin. You reached his hand and after feeling his palm and fingers, you gently intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand. He smiled warmly and leaned down slightly, pressing his forehead against yours and allowing your intertwined fingers to rest between you. You blushed red and you felt a warm and tight feeling in your chest. Were you starting to fall for this gentle beast?

You started to trail your other hand down his chest and along his stomach, feeling how smooth his skin was. The Ink Demon inhaled deeply, his body shuddering slightly at your touch. He gazed at you, his cheeks flushed and his smile so warm and inviting. He reached out with his other hand, placing it on the small of your back and pulling you closer to him. You gasp softly at his touch, sending shivers down your spine. “Y..You can..t..touch me too...i..if you want,” you were able to say softly.

The Ink Demon pressed his lips against yours, the kiss gentle and slow. His hand moved up your back, tracing the curve of your spine and pulling you even closer to him. His other hand trails down your side, resting on your hip as he explored your body. You kissed him back, letting a moan escape into his mouth. The Ink Demon smiled, pulling away from your lips to kiss your cheek and neck. His hand moved down to your thigh, slowly tracing its contours as he pulled you even closer to him. You sighed softly as his fingers traced along your thigh, opening your legs slightly to let him touch even more of you. The Ink Demon's hand moved further up your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your dress and exploring the smooth skin beneath. He pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a purr and allowing himself to fully experience the sensations that were running through him. You felt your body heat up more as his hand slid up your dress, and you decided to just speed up the process for him. “H..Here...let me help you..”

You undid your dress and let it slide off of you, leaving you nude except for your panties. You heard a deep lust-filled purr in his throat once you were nude. He gently laid you onto the mattress, ready to prepare you for him. The Ink Demon moved his hand up to your breast, squeezing it gently and exploring the contours of your body with his fingertips as he kissed your neck and shoulder, licking the fresh bite mark and your wounds. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling the heat between your legs as he explored your body with his hands, mouth, and tongue. You moaned as you felt the heat from between his legs touch yours. You couldn't help but slowly rub your groin against his, so he felt as good as he was making you feel.

The Ink Demon smiled, admiring your desire for him. His hand moved up to your face, cupping your cheek as he leaned in to kiss your lips again. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling your warm, wet center against him as you both move against each other, your bodies intertwined and your breaths becoming heavier and faster. The Ink Demon moved his hips against yours, feeling your body shudder with pleasure as you came closer and closer to release. He slipped his hand down to your panties, feeling the wetness between your legs as he ripped them off, exposing you to him completely.

Once your panties were gone, you felt something touch your pussy. You look down and you saw something growing from his groin, which formed into a large cock, matching his skin. The Ink Demon smirked as he grabbed your thighs and rubbed his cock on your pussy for a bit, until he slipped his hand between your bodies, guiding his cock inside of you, gripping both your thighs and slowly pushing himself deep inside. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as he stretched your walls so deliciously. He leaned forward, grabbed your jaw, and kissed your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth as he feels your body writhe beneath him. He started doing long and deep thrusts, your bodies entwined and your breath coming in short, gasping breaths as you both feel the pleasure building within you both.

You had never felt this sort of ecstasy before in your life, not even with any other partner. This thing was reaching depths you never knew were possible, sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had. “Ahh..! S..So..good..!!” you couldn’t help but let out of your lips once he broke the kiss. The Ink Demon's hand moved down to your ass, squeezing it gently as he thrusted into you, feeling your body shudder with pleasure. He kissed your neck and shoulder, his tongue exploring the contours of your skin as you both come closer and closer to release. He could feel his cock throb inside of you, the pleasure building within him as he moved faster and faster, feeling her body writhe beneath him.

He changed position slightly as he lost himself in the pleasure, grabbing your wrists and putting them above your head, your legs a bit in the air as he leaned towards you more and thrusted harder into you. You moaned at each thrust, trying not to cry out loud. The Ink Demon let his tongue out and licked up your belly and breasts as he fucked you so well. Ink dripped from his tongue, leaving trails on your body, like you were his canvas for his lust-filled creation.

He kissed your lips once again, feeling your tongue explore his mouth as you both came closer and closer to release. Finally, he felt your body convulse beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock as you came, your moans filling the air as you cry out in ecstasy. He follows soon after, letting out a primal roar and feeling his cock throb as he filled you full with his hot, sticky seed. You felt like you were in another realm than you were as the pleasure from your release flowed throughout your body and you arched your back. All that existed was your full womb, the cock inside you, your body, and pleasure. You could feel his seed fill your belly so much that the sensation caused a second orgasm to rock your body.

Once you come back to reality, you both stay like that for a moment, your bodies intertwined and covered in each others’ cum as you both caught your breath, before the Ink Demon collapsed onto the bed, laying next to you and pulling you close. The Ink Demon kissed your cheek, feeling your smile as you both lay there, your hearts pounding in your chests. You hugged him close, your head resting on his chest. He then leaned to your ear and whispered in a deep, gravelly voice, “I love you.” While you were a bit surprised he could actually talk, you felt warmth flood your heart and you smile, kissing his cheek before saying, “I love you too.” The Ink Demon smiled, feeling his heart swell with warmth as he hugged you tightly. He rested his chin on top of your head, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of your warm body pressed against his. You both lay there, holding each other close, until eventually, you both fall asleep, your bodies still intertwined.

‘I think I’m going to love this new life,’ you thought to yourself before letting sleep take you.

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would anyone in the still existing bendy fandom be interested in an 11k word sammy/norman slowburn pre-cycle (coffee shop au /J) fic i finished roughly a week ago

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Voting ended onSep 11, 2024

+ this picmix i made Does it entice yuo

edit: i have posted the fic and it can be found on this post!!!!!