SOOOOOOOO if you sync up the massacre scene at the beginning of 4x01 and the one in 4x07 the exact same time the doors close (dw i made sure it was exact down to the first sound of the door beginning to close, then the second sound of the full close so trust me lol) when brenner heads out with 10,
...you get these parts playing together:
???? DEMOGORGON NOISE THE EXACT MOMENT THE DOOR HITS BRENNER.......
andd if you let it play further, the door for the demogorgon in russia open the exact same time as brenner opens the rainbow room doors like both the shots change to the doors at the exact same millisecond:
and right before the video starts ^ el's lines "what if i make it go away? you help me, i help you." happen as soon as brenner turns his attention towards the door and idk it just got me thinking:
"what if i make it go away?"
"you help me"
"i help you"
idkkkk like i already theorized that the demogoron was a henry so either like they're alluding to that or the demogorgon commiting the massacre in one timeline ? sopmething somethignifgn el sending henry/the demogoron through the gate so brenner made el retrieve him later on ????
something is here idk especially when you think of this and how we still don't have an answer for it if it was just the demogorgon:
anyways take all of this as you will and now that i think of it i could've sworn i saw someone make a post about how the demogorgon could've done the massacre so link me if u come across that tyy
Psssssst this is a total stranger you don’t know asking if you’ll write about your favorite characters - dbd killers or slashers - reaction to their girlfriend deepthroating a popsicle in front of them because she has no gag reflux and forgets about it. Again it is a stranger we’ve never talked I’m very shy 👄 🍦
Ah, yes, Anon I've TOTALLY never met before, I shall indulge you/j
This is gonna be fun~ 😏
Michael Myers
Queue classic Mikey stare
…
It's not unusual for Michael to silently stare at you like the creepy weirdo that he is, so it takes you far too long to realize that you're doing something very inappropriate
You've practically finished your popsicle before he's grabbing your wrist tightly, forcibly yanking the stick from your mouth
Before you could protest, he squeezes your wrist, a silent threat for you to Shut the hell UP
It takes you a few seconds to put the pieces together, but when he forcibly yanks you forward, face first onto his already rock-hard member, you figured that you may or may not have forgot to mention to him that you, in fact, have no gag reflex. Whoops...
Looks like you're in for a long night...
Jason Voorhees
He doesn't know if he should be terrified that you're gonna choke to death, or mortified that you're somehow not doing so already
Will do a very noticeable triple take, before covering his already masked face out of sheer embarrassment
W-What is happening..?! You're acting like that is completely normal! ... I-Is that n-normal?!
Jason has a bit of a crisis, contemplating everything he's ever known, all while you're happily deepthroating your popsicle, completely oblivious to your boyfriend's silent meltdown mere inches away from you
Will tap you on the shoulder and try his best to beg you not to do that anymore. What if you choke on it, o-or you swallow that stick o-or uhh- um-
Should you laugh, or should you cry? You awkwardly explain that you don't have a gag reflex, and you wouldn't just choke on something like a popsicle stick
He... doesn't quite get it, but he's glad you weren't going to die. But still... Please don't do that again! You're gonna give him a heart attack. And conflicting feelings...
Bubba Sawyer
He's even more mortified than Jason is, if you can believe it
If any of his brothers happen to see you doing... THAT...
Lots of squealing and flailing. So much that you almost swallow the stick that's currently halfway down your throat
Absolute pandemonium ensues. You're choking on saliva and adrenaline, Bubba is squawking and fussing over you, Nubbins and Choptop are now crowding the two of you being nosy, obnoxious bastards, and Drayton is shouting for everyone to SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
It takes waaaay too long for things to calm back down, but when they do, you take Bubba aside and explain to him that: 1) no, you weren't going to die, 2) no, you weren't going to choke, and 3) you have no gag reflex, and he doesn't need to worry so much about you
Bubba will pout and huff about you needing to be more careful, but will blatantly be flustered over something else. What that something is, you just have no idea.../j
Max Thomson Jr./The Hillbilly
Congratulations, you've killed the poor boy
He can't. Stop. Staring. Oh god he can't stop-
Max is as fascinated as he is disturbed
He certainly can't do that. Is it a trick? Is... it just something you can do?? Did you learn how to do it??? He has so many questions, but... it's making him feel... weird
Knows he shouldn't stare, but he can't stop himself
When you finally catch him staring at you, mouth sort of agape and cheeks flushed, you realized that you may have done a small oopsie
You sheepishly explain how you don't have a gag reflex, and sometimes you forget that fact is a bit weird for other people to see. He understands, but is completely unable to look you in the eye for nearly a week after this incident
Maybe this is something that you should demonstrate talk about at a later date...
Demogorgon
Well, Demo doesn't really notice anything odd with your eating habits other than you eating far less that he does, soo...
Will try to steal your popsicle
And tries to shove his tongue into your mouth
Oh, and will sit on you if you won't give him what he wants
Over all, 10/10 a good boy that deserves his own popsicle
Herman Carter/The Doctor
Oh God, what have you DONE-
You don't realize just how bad you've fucked up until it's far too late
While you're busy deep throating your popsicle without a care in the world, Herman is carefully studying you. Hmm... How deep can you take it? For how long? Does girth affect your gag reflex?
So many fun and exciting things for him to experiment with!
You are gonna have so many different things shoved down your throat...
No, it won't just be his cock
And yes, it will be things that have zero business being in your mouth, let alone down your windpipe
Your throat is gonna be so damn sore after he's done with you...
The Monster's Favorite (9): Just an Interdimensional Good Boy Part 1 [can read here on AO3 or under the cut!]
Pairings: Demogorgon/Reader
Ratings: Explicit
Warnings: Swearing, Violence
What do you do when the interdimensional demon doggo that use to have a serious hard on for murdering you suddenly decides that it doesn't want to anymore? Yeah, you have no freaking idea, but you suppose this is better than the alternative, right? Right..?
The Hawkins Lab was a fucking maze that you’ve never managed to master. No matter where you turn, it seems like you’re always going in a big circle. Everything looks the damn same! You can hardly ever find a generator in there! Hell, sometimes you can go the whole trial and somehow never see another survivor, even when it’s time to open the gates. All in all, you’d give this place a 2/10. It’s shit and you’ve died here more than you’ve ever escaped.
You supposed this time wouldn’t be much different. The Demogorgon seemed to hate you, for some reason or another since they’ve been tunneling you to death every damn trial you have against them. You don’t even know what you did to piss them off that much, but it probably doesn’t even matter. There may not even be a reason at all. Maybe you should ask the next time you’re hooked by them?
As much as you joke, it probably will happen. Being hooked, of course. You doubt you’d receive an answer even if they could communicate properly. Even so, you’re lost. Again . You keep going around and around and fucking around in circles, no matter which way you turn, it seems! Can’t find a gen. Can’t find any survivors. And, oddly enough, can’t find the Demogorgon, either. Not that you’re complaining too much, you just wish you knew where someone, anyone was so you could be helpful instead of wandering around aimlessly.
Tip toeing around a corner, you pass an already complete gen. Two down, three to go, I guess… You thought glumly. You haven’t done a damn thing, and it’s not from a lack of trying. If only you could fucking find someone-
“WAAAH!!!”
Dwight shrieks as the two of you practically bump face first into one another after rounding a corner. After regaining your composure, you slap a hand over his mouth.
“Shh! Goddamn it, Dwight! You scared the fucking shit out of me! ” You hissed quietly. You weren’t actually angry with him, but he’s soo freaking loud!
“S-Sorry…” He mumbled behind your hand. He looked like he was on the verge of tears. You removed your hand and placed it on his shoulder.
“It’s ok, dude. Just… chill out, yeah?” You whispered as you patted his back. He took a deep breath and readjusted his glasses. It’s a fucking miracle that he hasn’t lost the damn things, yet.
“R-Right… C-Chill out…” Dwight loosened his tie nervously. Yeah, how the hell could you chill out in this scenario, but he was trying.
The two of you started to creep along the gunked up corridors of the Lab. You nudged Dwight to lead, quietly explaining how you can never find your way in here. He says he hasn’t had much luck, either, but he’d do his best. Even though Dwight is damn near collapsing in fear, he’s still leading on. You can’t help but to admire how courageous he was, despite being so afraid. You kept a hand on his back, letting him know that you were there so he wouldn’t get spooked again. Suddenly, Dwight stopped walking. You tried to peek around him, but he pushed you backwards.
“Demogorgon!” He mouthed silently as he pointed forward with a trembling hand. Oh, shit…
You grab a fistful of Dwight’s shirt and yank him into an adjacent room. As the two of you stumble blindly into it, you step on something… soft..? Oh shit… Looking down, you see that you’ve stepped onto one of the Demogorgon’s portals. Oh shit!
An ear splitting roar was heard close by. Way too close. “Shit, it knows! Dwight, go! Just run, I’ll be right behind you!” Giving him a firm shove, you push him as he tries to argue. “Just fucking go, man! GO! ” Shit, he’s gonna hate me for this…
Dwight trips over himself as he bolts down the corridor. You watch him run, tripping every now and then. As he reaches the end of the hallway, he glances over his shoulder. You see him go from worried, to confused, to horrified all in the span of three seconds. You try to give him a little smile, but end up nearly crying. The Demogorgon would want you instead of him. You don’t want anyone else to get hurt on your behalf, anymore. Even if you have to do horrible, fucked up things, you really do want to protect them.
Before Dwight could say or do anything that would make you regret your decision, you turn on your heel and start to rip up the portal on the ground. If you can get the Demogorgon’s attention, then maybe you can give the others a fighting chance to escape! There was a viscous film over the fleshy like substance of the portal. It got under your fingernails and stained your skin and you tore into that portal like a madwoman. You could hear the clacking of claws on tiled flooring become louder and louder with each step. Gotta make this count for something!
The clacking became louder and louder. A shadow grew larger down the corridor as the Demogorgon came closer and closer. Huh. You just realized that you can’t hear your heartbeat. Maybe they’re undetectable? You hold your breath as they round the doorframe, preparing to run for your life-!
“Oh, shit! Need some help?”
Kate peeked around the corner before fully sliding into the room you were crouched in. Her heels clicked loudly with each step. Oh. Oh my God… Your face burned with embarrassment.
“Fucking hell, Kate! I thought you were the goddamn Demogorgon with how loud your fucking footsteps were!” You were wrist deep in the portal, too momentarily stunned to continue closing it. She crossed her arms and huffed.
“Are you serious? How the hell could you mistake me for that… thing? ” She seems genuinely offended. You roll your eyes.
“Dwight just saw the damn thing coming down the hall towards us! Of course I just assumed it was coming this way!”
“What? It’s not over here! I just came from that way!” You blink, confused.
“W-wha- but, if it’s not nearby, then where-?”
The portal began to quiver and shutter, at first barely noticeable, but quickly became violent . Son of a-!
“Fuck-! Run, Kate! It’s coming!” You attempted to yank your hand from the fleshy portal, but you can’t! It’s like it’s sucking on your wrist, holding you firmly in place.
Kate starts to turn, but then makes like she’s going to try and help you. You push her away. “Don’t! Shit- just fucking go, it’ll kill us both! GO!” You kick at her to force her to leave. She hesitates, then heads for the door.
“I’m sorry..!” You hear the clacking of her heels diminish slowly. You swallow the lump tightening in your throat. Looking down at the portal holding you in place, you brace for the Demogorgon’s arrival.
The flesh like vines retracted from the center of the portal, allowing you to finally jerk your hand away. You trip over your own legs as you try to put as much distance between you and the portal, but it’s far too late. The Demogorgon is already clambering out, a thick sheen of mucus covering its hide it’s collected from traversing the Upside Down. It immediately notices you, cocking its head to the side as if to ask, “Seriously? You’re that stupid?” Yes, yes you are that stupid. You prepare for it to strike you with its claws, to rip you to shreds, to pop your head like a watermelon on the tiled floor…
The Demogorgon rests on its haunches, bringing its arms to its chest reminiscent of how a T-Rex would. You’re flat on your ass, staring at its closed maw, waiting for it to strike. Only, it doesn’t. Just…fucking sits there and stares . It cocks it’s head this way and that, almost as if it's trying to get a good look at you. Your stomach begins to twist itself into a knot. God, please no. Don’t- Just fucking don’t. Please…
It hops a step or two closer to you. You’re too terrified to widen the gap between you and the monster looming over you. A sudden burst of air tickles your face, blowing hair out of your face. It’s… smelling me..? Sweat runs down your forehead and partially blinds you. The Demogorgon’s head splits open slightly, the petal-like slivers of flesh curl outward from the center of its maw. A long, slender appendage slithers out of its maw like a snake. You shrink back from the slimy thing, only to have the Demogorgon close the distance even more. It’s tongue flicked against your cheek, tasting the sweat that had collected there. You shudder in disgust.
A low rumble is released deep inside the Demogorgon’s chest. It brings one of its claws to your face. You screw your eyes shut and brace for whatever is about to happen. It’s claw just barely grazes your cheek, not enough to break any skin and hardly enough to even feel . You blink suddenly in confusion. It tilts its head to the side once more.
You furrow your brows. What… was that..? There was a strange pressure in your skull just now. Not… exactly painful , but definitely uncomfortable. You timidly look up at the Demogorgon, who’s now mere inches away from you. Blood pounding in your ears, you try to make yourself look small, practically laying flat on your back at this point. It hasn’t stopped invading your space, though. No, it only inches closer and closer, until it’s hovering over you. Tears welled in your eyes.
“J-Just kill me, a-already… S-Stop being so cruel…” You doubt it can understand you, and you don’t really know if you’re even talking to the Demogorgon, at this point. Maybe to the Entity. Maybe to no one at all. You knew you wouldn’t be granted mercy. After all, I’m nothing but their plaything…
The Demogorgon nudged your cheek with its head, startling you. You begin to feel upset. It’s not trying to kill you, it’s not ripping your clothes off and trying to fuck you, so what the fuck does it want?! Gritting your teeth, you decide to go with the ‘desperate times call for desperate measures’ approach to things.
“H-Hey! Get-t off of ME! Get the fuck off, NOW!! Just-Jus- fucking kill me, already! You hate me, remember?! So just hurry it up! COME ON! HEY-!” You try to push it off and- it lets you? The Demogorgon takes a few steps back, allowing you to scramble to your feet. It still doesn’t attack, though.
“W-What the fu-?”
BEEP!
You jump as the exit gates are powered up. The Demogorgon just fucking stares . What the fuck? You take a few steps towards the door. It follows you. You stop. It stops.
“Um, I- uh…” What the hell are you supposed to do in this situation. It’s not like it’s hunting you down and trying to kill you. It’s just… looking at you like it’s a lost puppy for God’s sake!
“Um… I have to go now..?” The Demogorgon stands up. You freeze. Shit, that was stupid… You expected it to retaliate in some way, but it doesn’t. Instead, it trudges through the door, looking over its shoulder at you. It… wants me to follow..? Unsure of what to do, you decided to indulge the interdenominational demon. Why the fuck not, I guess…
It seems like it’s not just wandering blindly, with all the specific turns it’s taking. The Demogorgon leads you to a mostly uninteresting room, save for the hatch on the floor. Oh uhhhh…
“Geez, thanks, uh… Demo? Can I call you that?” It tilts its head to the side and nothing more. “Mmkay, so, uh, thanks for the hatch but, uh, please don’t murder my friends, ok? Just… stay here for a bit, yeah?” Normally, you’d be grateful that the killer wouldn’t want to kill you, but you need to make sure that it doesn’t immediately go after everyone else and kill them, too. If I can keep distracting it, the other can leave through the gate and I can take the hatch out!
You weren’t sure of how to keep its attention. You kept making idle small talk and pacing back and forth to keep it focused on you. It seemed to work! After some time had passed, the gates were opened, and after even more time had gone by, the hatch flipped open. Man, it'd be a dick move if it just slammed it shut on me… You fast walk over to the hatch, making sure you were between it and the Demogorgon. It made no move to close it.
“Uh, so, good talk? Good talk! Yeah, um, I’m gonna go before the Entity kills me, okay? Uh, bye, I guess!” As you lowered yourself into the abyss of the hatch, you heard, or rather felt something else.
I’m kinda curious as to what would happen if the reader got actually got bred during Monster’s Favorite. Like, what chaos would ensue? Would it just be completely up to the reader to care for it? Would one or more killers step up to actually parent? I feel like Max would. Probably not The Clown or The Doctor.
Ohhh that's a yikes from me dog. Get ready cause there's layers to this shit storm cake and a bunch of shameless plugs for Monsters' Favorite 😭😅
FIRST OFF!
It is going to be a reality breaking discovery for literally everyone in the Entity's realms. Killer, survivor, everyone's reaction is going to be a mixture of: 😨🤯😬😱😰 Just complete astonishment and shock at the prospect of something like that being possible in a place like this
Everyone thought that life could only be taken in this place, not given
But, here you are, abdomen subtly, but noticeably, swelling with someone's child inside of you
To start off with...
Survivor's Reactions
The shock and surprise is palpable, as is the confusion and fear, all throughout the camp
Almost everyone has literally no idea who the father could be
Almost
Dwight already knows your dirty little secret, and fully intends to take that with him to the grave. He's the most convenient and convincing scape goat, so he'll gladly take credit for- ahem- impregnating you
Where things start to get messy is with Jake and Feng Min
Jake is extremely traumatized by what happened at the Lèry that time, and will simply refuse to believe anyone other than Dwight could possibly be the father. He'll defend you fervently, and anyone that so much as attempts to insinuate that anything suspicious could be going on will swiftly be shut down and made a fool of
Feng, on the other hand, believes that something else is going on. She saw with her own eyes that you were fraternizing with the killers. At least, she's pretty sure that she did... She and Jake will constantly butt heads with one another, and everyone in camp will be divided and unsure who or what to believe
Killer's Reactions
One massive, clusterfuck of a mixed bag right here
Many of the killers either do not want to be fathers or are completely indifferent to the situation
It would be in you and the baby's best interest if you can stay the hell away from most of them
Some might try to hurt you and the baby cough-Michael-cough and others might be more indifferent/uncaring. But do you really want to chance those odds? I didn't think so
Only a small handful of them would be overjoyed at the thought of being a father, such as: Evan, Kazan, Max probably, Frank maybe and the Demogorgon
And, if your curious as to who the father is: so am I lol. At this point, only the Entity, herself, may know the truth
But let's be real, it's probably the Demogorgon but you didn't hear that from me
It’s neither the beginning or the end. Rather, just a continuation of something that shall always be.
Warm. You were so warm under Her touch. Under Her soft, loving gaze. Her careful ministrations slithering and caressing in between your thighs leaving you breathless and trembling for more. Truly, you must be blessed to have caught Her eye, to become something more than another carcass for the slaughterhouse. And right here, right now..? You were being rewarded. Rewarded for being such a good girl, for providing your services to Her loyal workers. All you’ve wanted since coming to this hell is to feel something other than pain and suffering. The Entity always takes care of Her own, and you were no different. She’ll make sure that you’ll never hurt again.
You were on your back, writhing in pleasure, unable to stop yourself from cumming over and over and over again. Something special was planned for you, and you couldn’t be more excited. You love taking on multiple cocks at once, the Entity has learned this, and She fully intends on using this to Her advantage. Many of Her killers have voyeuristic tendencies, so to finally allow them to use you in a group setting was the next logical course of action to Her. She needed to make sure to keep them well fed, for a starving beast will sooner bite the hand of its master than it would heed their beck and call.
When She finally stops, you whine, crying for Her to return to you. With a gentle caress to your cheek, you are shushed, reminding you that you will be taken care of, as long as you remain obedient to Her call. IT’S ALREADY TIME. COME, PARTAKE IN THIS BOUNTIFUL FEAST. From that order alone, you cum hard, your already slick lower half becoming drenched in your clear fluids. You can’t focus on anything..! It..! It feels so fucking good..!
You’re… unsure, but it feels as though something shifts around you. Something soft is wrapped around your eyes, blinding you to your surroundings. You become ever more sensitive, somehow, curling up and rubbing your thighs together while worrying your lower lip. You don’t think you can wait anymore..! S-Shit..! I-I need to be fucked now!! A noise pulls your attention, but you struggle to place it. Between being blindfolded and still dealing with an intense orgasm, you were too overwhelmed to pay much mind to what was happening around you.
A soft, smooth-textured hand runs up and down your thigh, causing you to squeal in surprise. Someone chuckles above you, squeezing your leg, before their hand starts to slowly slide upwards. Your muscles just and twitch wildly, and you spread your legs wide in hopes that, whoever was touching you, would touch you right fucking there..!
“Mmm… That’s such a beautiful look on your face, sweetheart… Yeah, keep your mouth open just like that…'' You obediently do as you’re asked, keeping your mouth open wide, regardless of the saliva that’s drooling down your chin. Something touches your hair, brushing it away from your face before it caresses your flushed cheeks.
You felt someone crawl on top of you, partially straddling your legs before slipping in between them. Whining, you arch your back in anticipation. Your slippery folds are spread open, and as you gasp in pleasure, something is shoved into your waiting mouth. Groaning, you greedily begin sucking and licking, not even knowing who’s cock you were sucking on. When a shaky moan is released, and a bandaged hand cups your cheek, you hazard a guess that it could be Frank from the Legion.
“Haa… Ohhh shiiiit… Nnghh… T-That’s it, baby… j-just like tha- Ahhh…” He guides your head lower, until you’re gagging in his member. You don’t even attempt to let up, sucking and swallowing as much of his length as you physically can. In between your legs, gloved fingers pumped in and out of your slippery pussy, your juices practically splashing the owner of the hand. Oh… Who is it..? Ghostface? Entity, please let it be Ghostface…
Just as the fingers are removed, before you could really voice your protests, a hard cock is slapped against your sex, rubbing and circling your entrance without actually pressing into you. Running your tongue along Frank’s piercings, you wrap a hand around the base of his length, using it to supplement your mouth as you focus on the top half of his twitching cock. You whine, half wishing that you could see what was being done to you, but the other half was truly enjoying not knowing what would happen next.
“That’s a good girl. You’re so good at taking our cocks… Hmm… That’s it… Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you…” Ghostface purred as he pressed into you.
There was little to no resistance as he bottomed out in one, fluid motion. You gripped onto Frank’s leg, whining as you immediately cum from the intrusion. The pace set was deep and fast, pounding into you as Frank used your mouth, guiding the back of your head with one hand while the other held onto the one still gripping his leg for support. It all blurred together so fast… How many times did you cum..? You have no idea, nor do you know exactly when Ghostface first cummed inside of you, head of his cock pounding into your cervix as his hot seed spills around it.
Frank was already in between your limp legs, cock slipping into your overworked pussy with disgusting ease. You moan wantonly, body rocking with each quick thrust of his hips. He’s much more gentle than the other killer, massaging your thigh and rubbing sloppy circles into your clit, groaning about how good you feel around his cock. Ghostface was merely watching, cradling your head while petting your hair. It was more than amusing to watch your reactions. How your mouth hung open, with saliva sticking to your chin, neck and chest. Cheeks painfully flushed and tears soaking through your blindfold… You were such a cute little toy, and you would be theirs forever…
You were suddenly flipped, with you flat on top of Frank as Ghostface grabbed your hips from behind. Huh, you suddenly felt the most satisfying instance of déjà vu… Especially when you felt those leather clad fingers of his circling and prodding your puckered entrance. It didn’t really take much prep for you to be more than ready for his cock to be in your ass. As he slowly pressed its head into you, you whimpered, clinging onto Frank’s jacket.
“G- Ngghh ! G-Gentle, a-alright..? D-Don’t hurt her…” Frank hissed as you clenched tightly around his cock. He’s already cummed inside of you twice now. He’s probably not going to last much longer at this rate… Ghostface chuckles softly.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry so much. She’s a lot more sturdy than she looks. Trust me- Nnghh… Fuuuuckkk…” He groans as he pushes into you, your tight walls hugging him as snuggly as the first time he fucked you. He pins you on top of Frank, pounding into your tightening hole. You could feel their cocks rubbing against one another through your thin walls and fuuuuckkk it felt so fucking gooooood..!!!
You lost track of time once more. With how much you’re cumming, it’s no wonder you can’t keep up, anymore. Everything was slippery with cum and sweat and saliva… There wasn’t enough..! You needed more! More cocks, more cum, more, more more more MORE..! Panting, shaking, twitching, you’re overwhelmed. Overstuffed and feeling like you were fit to bust. But you know you can fit more..! You need it..! Need more..! Need to be used, abused, hurt, humiliated, fucked up, impregnated YOU NEED MORE..!
Voices. People are talking. Laughing. Joking. Poking. Prodding. Nnghh..! S-Scratchi- Cutting! Cutting. Slapping you with a cock- AAAHH!!!! You scream, squirting out both your own cum and a mixture of Frank and Ghostface’s as you’re painfully shocked. Muscles jumping and convulsing, you arch your back, whining and winded. There’s cruel laughter around you, from different people. You can’t even begin to place who they are. It’s too much..! It’s too difficult to think! You just want to be fucked, and not worry about who’s giving it to you..!
You hear thumping and clicking, like something big was walking across a tiled floor. There’s hoots and hollers, even a few whistles, too as something stops at your legs. Smooth, warm, not quite skin, not quite leather like hide rubs against your sweat slick skin. There’s… Ooohh… THAT smell… Fuuuuckkkk…
The Demogorgon crawls on top of you, chittering and purring. He licks a stripe from your collarbone to just under your right eye, his saliva oddly warm and sticky. You felt something thick, heavy and wet slither against your lower abdomen, as though searching for something. Ohhh fuck fuck fuck fuuuckk yeeeesss… You remember your time with Demo very well, and you’ve been desperate to see him again since then. And it feels like he’s been desperate, too, with how he’s whining and clinging to you, mouthing at the crook of your neck as his squirming member searches for your heat.
When he does find it, oh fucking hell… No cock could ever compare to it. You take it all in at once, screaming as you gush your climax around it. Between your own screaming and the Demogorgon’s, you can hear shit, but the other killers watching this unfold before them cheer, laughing and whistling as you’re bred in front of them. They all knew better than to get in the way of the Demogorgon while it was in heat, merely standing back and enjoying the show.
As you squirm and buck against the monster cock violating your insides, you realize that you’re actually tied down to what must be a bed frame of sorts. You really don’t mind, though. Not being able to move much only adds to how fucking hot this all was.
Demo’s cock writhed inside of you, pressing firmly against the wall of your abdomen. You could feel his bony body rub against the protrusion every few thrusts. Your entire body was painfully stiff, a seemingly never ending orgasm constantly washing over you in different waves of intensity. A familiar prod was felt against the entrance of your womb. Shit shit shit..! Much like your first time, the flower-like head of Demo’s cock wrenched open your cervix, allowing his length to slip into your womb.
You aren’t sure if you were actually screaming or not, everything was far too intense to keep up with. The Demogorgon squealed in delight, rutting into your heat as fast as your frail little body would allow. Saliva frothed at the corners of your mouth, tongue lolling out as you nearly faint from the intensity. Random, unintelligible syllables spilled from your lips. The mouth flaps that are wrapped around your neck tighten as the Demogorgon’s pace falters, a possessive growl bubbling up deep within his chest. YES! Yes yes yesYESYESYES YES FUCK-..!
An ear splitting shriek signals the Demogorgon’s release, sudden and thick and FUCK THERE’S SO MUCH I’M GONNA DIE FUUUUCKK!!! You go completely silent, partially going unconscious as you are filled until there’s no more room. Your body jerks involuntarily, an uncomfortable bloated feeling rapidly approaching painful, but with the sudden retraction of his member, pauses before relief blooms in your gut as cum gushes out of you like a river.
Wheezing, you try and fail to catch your breath. Nausea curls your stomach as you force out as much cum as you can, whining at how disgusting it felt. Around you, there’s a soft murmur, whispering so that you can’t hear. Not that you’d really listen, anyways, with how completely fucked you were. Someone steps close, placing a hand on your bloated abdomen. The hand is extremely warm, unnaturally so, and there’s a bizarre tingling that licking your ski-
ZAP!
The Doctor electrocutes you, your entire body going rigid, teeth clenched and muscles spasming hard. Shrill laughter pierced your ears as an unholy amount of demon cum was forced from your abused hole. It was truly ridiculous, the floor was slippery, the bed was completely soaked and it was some sort of miracle that you were both alive and semiconscious. A fistful of your hair is grabbed, yanking your head to the side. Through your haze, you can just barely make out some of the killers talking amongst themselves.
“If ya shock me, I’ll kick yer fuckin ass- Hey! Did ya ‘ear me?!” That was definitely the Clown. Other killers were there, too, but they were mute. You think you heard the Wraith’s scratchy breathing, the Blight’s wet wheezing and the Doctor was having a giggling fit. There might be more, here, but you’re not sure. There’s too much noise around you to keep track of who’s who.
A thick cock forces its way past your parted lips. That taste… It’s definitely the Clown. In your right hand, a wet cock of average length and girth slides into your partially curled fingers. The Blight… An uncomfortably hot, thick dick was shoved into your twitching pussy, a slight tingle caused your walls to clamp down irregularly. T-The D-Do- OHHH FUUUCKK…!
You choke on the cock that’s shoved down your throat, gagging as the cock jammed in your pussy hits a spot inside of you that is as painful as it is pleasurable. Sticky, slimy precum lubricates your palm as the Blight fucks your limp fist. You suppose the Wraith is just watching like the creep he is, stroking his cock as he drools over the sight of you being gangbanged in front of him. Squeezing down on the Doctor’s cock, you moan and groan wetly around the Clown’s cock, gagging and coughing when it hits your gag reflex the wrong way.
You’ve never been so overwhelmed in your entire life. There’s too much happening to you at once! Everything feels so good… Your mouth, your pussy, hell, even having your hand fucked feels fucking good! It’s so hard to breathe, so hard to stay completely conscious, but… But you don’t really care. You live to be used by these killers, these monsters… Fuuuckk … Just do whatever you want to me..! Harder..! FUCK ME HARDER!! OH SHIT! SHIT SHIT SHITSHITSHIT-!!!
Oh, Entity, it fucking hurts… It hurts, and you can’t stop cumming. You are beyond exhausted, and still, your body is still used however they see fit. You’re overstuffed, overwhelmed, and ready to break in ways you never knew was possible. You can’t fit anymore… You can’t fucking fit anymore! You ass and pussy and mouth are too full..! You’re gonna die… You’re gonna die! You shouldn’t be able to take this! You can’t take this! Oh-! Oh FUCK! I CAN’T! NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NONONONONONO-!!!
It’s only by the Entity’s good graces that you haven’t died yet. You really should be dead, but you’re just mostly unconscious. You can’t feel anything, anymore. You’re experiencing a seemingly never ending orgasm that has completely blinded you to anything and everything else. You haven’t even realized that it was over, with your arms and legs finally freed and the blindfold removed from your eyes. You could barely make out an opposing wall behind you as you stared at it blankly for, well… who knows how long. Just as you start to come back to your senses, something cold splashes onto your face, causing you to jump and even blinding you in one eye. What the- Oh, right…
An invisible clawed hand briefly runs through your hair before it’s retracted, the padding of bare feet walking past you and out of the room you were in. You clumsily smear the cum off of your face. Fuck, there’s so much… You’ll never be clean again. There’s just no way, not after this. Definitely not after this… Surely, you should be feeling… something right now. Right? You should at least be upset, or feeling something negative, but you aren’t. You don’t even really feel happy, but you don’t feel horrible, either. Just… another day at work, or something like that. Mundane. Tolerable. Normal. You… you feel normal for the first time in a long time…
Laying on a cum-soaked bed, you curl into the fetal position, feeling fatigued and sore. So tired… Something touches your ankle, soft and moist and surprisingly warm. It worms it’s way up your leg, wrapping around and gently squeezing your thigh. You sigh, allowing your eyes to slip shut. She’s telling you to rest. To regain your energy. You’ll have to go to trial soon, and the cycle will start anew. You stop fighting the lull of exhaustion pulling you to sleep.
When you reawaken, it'll be as though it never happened. You can keep pretending that you’re just another survivor, trying to get through the next trial like all the others. They’ll have no idea of the things that you’ve been subjected to, and things will proceed just as She wanted. The only one that knows your truth is Dwight, and the poor man would sooner die a hundred thousand deaths, betray all that he knows, and burn in hell for the rest of eternity than to betray your trust. Your secret is safe, and you’ll never have to worry about being lonely ever again. You’re the favorite, for whatever reason, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Not that you have a choice, that was already made for you when you were chosen to be the monsters' favorite.
As you drifted off, there was only one thing that you could focus on: Who you would get to fuck in the next trial.
