Many a rat I've befriended

A little smutty fic inspired by a conversation with @ghouls-get-pegged and @altarsofmadnes. Mary really likes slasher movies.

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“C’mon babe, s’not that much further.”

It had been just before midnight when Mary had led you away from the party and into the forest. He’d called it a shortcut home but it seemed to be anything but. You’d been walking in almost pitch darkness for what felt like hours, the warmth of the evening becoming a cool night. The only thing lighting your path was the feeble torch you’d brought and the halo of light round Mary that flared up every time he took a draw of his cigarette.

“Pretty sure you said that half an hour ago.” The dark was starting to get to you, goosebumps raising along your skin, or maybe it was the cold. You had Mary’s jacket draped over your shoulders in a vain attempt to keep warm. “We’re lost aren’t we?”  He turned toward you, face illuminated so it looked like the skull he usually painted it as. 

“No faith in me huh?” He slowly moved closer to you, hand sliding round your waist to pull you in. “Or are you scared?” A grin spread across his face, his eyes staying on you as he tilted his head. He was doing this on purpose. He always did this to get what he wanted, and what infuriated you the most is that it always worked.

Friendship goals. When you can’t summon your bass player, but he comes anyway out of sympathy.

A little bit of burgeoning sub!Papa III/dom!Copia from ch. 17 of @copious-amounts-of-copia‘s amazing fic The Son Who Comes, which I’m pretty sure needs no introduction in this fandom. 🖤

I got through drawing this whole thing, dick and all, and only got flustered when I drew Copia’s hand gently caressing Papa’s jawline??? I’m weak for the small stuff

I am extremely proud of Papa’s 90′s boy band hair in this

The Neon Demon