Halloween is basically the Sleep Paralysis Demon's version of Christmas. And letting them fuck your nightmare slug impregnation tentacles is their equivalent of leaving a cookie out for Santa.
I don't understand this kink of mine sometimes. Because irl I'm absolutely TERRIFIED of wasps, cockroaches, spiders, ECT. But for some reason after my freakout dies down when I run into one of them irl and I calm down. My mind just slowly wanders to fa
I want to be this full of worms, stuffed to the point that they can't all fit in my womb, squirming inside me constantly as I go about my day [Lucylovecraft]