#a toy and no your cat is not a demon its fucking scared its in a new house and YOU KEEP SCREAMING SO OFC ITS GONNA PISS!

[bunnyb34r]

Cranky today :/

#my coworkers are fucking insane with how they treat animals like jesus fucking christ what is wrong with you??? that's a living animal not #a toy and no your cat is not a demon its fucking scared its in a new house and YOU KEEP SCREAMING SO OFC ITS GONNA PISS! #the one wants to give her kids dog away bc hes in college now and the dog is having major separation anxiety bc shes never been without him #SO OFC SHES PISSING INSIDE!! like why did you let him get a dog if you had planned on getting rid of it when he went to college??? #and im crabby bc there was a pallet of my shit at the other end but no one told me bc we saw blue label blue label = mens IT WAS CHILDREN'S #AND NONE OF THEM CHECKED UNTIL 6AM! like i could have had that shit out and done by now you fucking assholes like why wouldnt you check #when you were bitching ab not having anything to put out?? like okay blue labels YOURS so check what it is holy shit! #and this is after i struggled to repack 2 pallets of shit alone like... i hate yall so much #marquilla #at least i go home soon bc jfc im DONE.

[thesupernaturalhouse]

This started out as a funny snipper. How tf did it turn into a fanfic?? Also this took me so long anyways, pt3 of the accidental overlord vaggie fic

Alastor: shoves Vaggie between him and Rosie and drops Frank onto her lap

Vaggie: trying to process how tf a giant dragon got through an elevator among many other things

Carmilla: thank you for coming today. I've gathered you all here to talk about the millions of souls-

Vaggie squeaks so quiet no one hears her: I'm sorry fucking how many??....How- How do you check that?? Gets ignored

She's just squeezing poor frank like a stress toy

Carmilla ignores her: You own. And how their at risk with the new extermination schedule. And how we minimize the damage going to be caused by it.

Finally looking aorund the room

Carmilla: Zestial, so god to see you- ....Alastor?? And- eyes narrow the protective overlord

Alastor, leaning over to block vaggie form view because he's petty as fuck: hello! Yes yes, I know, I've been absent for a longgg time and I'm sure youre all DYING to knwo where I've been~

Carmilla:...no. not really, shrugs but welcome back anyways I suppose....I am interested about who you've brought though....

Vaggie: just staring out into space, regretting her life choices and trying to count how many people owe her 'favors'

Carmilla slgihtly concerned/unnerved: In any case, this year's extermination was brutadal. A good 16% of the population was killed off. With them coming back in only 6 months I think it prudent that we-

Velvette: just fucking kicks the door open Yeah, I've got it handled Vox? Are you doubting me? ME might I remind you? Yeah, no. That's what I thought. Yes, yes, I know, thank you V, see you later Okay, bye, kisses darling!

Carmilla: nice of you to finally join us, Velvette. Will you.....colleges? be joining us?

Velvette: What? No way. They have better shit to do than to listen to some old windbag who think she's tough shit! Haha, no. Immm here to represent!

Carmilla:...charming. now, back to what I was saying, we need to-

Velvette: waves her arm frantically

Camilla feeling like a preschool teacher: yes??

Velvette: well, on the topic of discussssss throws exorcists head down let's discuss

Alastor: oooo tasty!!

Vaggie: ohhhhh my god....whispering to herself is that Tuff?? Wtf- how??

Carmilla:......where...did you get this?

Velvette: doesn't matter. We found it, though. And if these angle fuckers can be killed, then the game of cat and mouse has changed, the boys and I have-

Vaggies distressed squeaking as Velvette continues, Zestial jsut slumps his tea

Velvette:....the fuck is wrong with you two?? Looks at vaggie leans downs to get closer....also you're new

Vaggie: uhhhhh......thank?? You??

Velvette: narrows eyes before her head snaps ti zestial

Zestial: we shouldn't go to war with such meger proof.

Velvette:...meger- MEGER PROOF!? ITS a dead fucking Exorcist!!! What more do you WANT!? A video of it being killed?? No- this is definitive proof- if you can't see that, maybe you're going blind old man.

Zestial: it may be dead but how? It could be by a demon, but mayhaps it died due to unrelated reasons

Vaggie: Well, angles have hurt their own kind. Wouldn't be suprised if killing was another option for them

Everyone's heads snap to her

Vaggie:.....did....I say that out loud?

Carmillas narrows her eyes: how do you know that.

Vaggie: I um...I....I saw it happening?

Velvette:....wait aren't you the princesses whore? What are you doing out if your bird cage hm?

Vaggie: I....what??

Carmilla shaking her head: we're getting off topic.

Zestial: Carmilla is right. If we rush to war the angles would purge all of the sinners for daring to even TRY an uprising

Overlords: muttering

Alastor: why don't we put it to a vote?

Vaggie: depends is one of the options 'can we all just go home pelase?'

Alastor: hmmm no!

Vaggie grumbling: I hate you.

Velvette narrows eyes: ohhh okay I see. Grandpa's to scared to make a move! So then there's no point in it huh?

*the respect less song which I am not writing*

Zeezi: pft, what the hell? we literally JUST got here!

odette:....mom??

Carmille:....meeting dismissed.

Vaggie: uh, does this mean we can go home?- gets glared at .....okay sits back down like a scolded kid as she thinks about wtf jsut happened

Vaggie to herself in a defeated tone:.....she never told me how to see how many souls I own.....how many people owe me favors?

Proceeds to try and calculate and count on her fingers and Alastor watches in amusement, after sending off frank, and Rosie watches slightly concerned as to wtf her friend did to this teenage child....and maybe also finding it a bit funny

Part 2 | Part 3(here!) | Part 4

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel vaggie #accidental overlord vaggie au #hazbin hotel alastor #Hazbin hotel carmilla #hazbin hotel velvette #Hazbin hotel overlords #Hazbin hotel rosie #This is the closest to the episode since I had to re watch the meeting scene to write it

[ennaku-sirri-da]

Not One, but Two Baby Bitches

[ ID: Traditional art showing a crossover between the games Faith and Smile For Me.

The first four are of Michael Davies and Pabit(puppet Habit). They are uncolored and drawn on lined paper.

The first shows Pabit pissed off and barfing teeth with the text in allcaps,’Epic Teeth Barf’ while Michael laughs and mocks him with the text in allcaps,’’You know nothing pendejo!’’

The second is Michael puppeteering Pabit and making him say things. Pabit says, ‘’bla bla Frick jesus bla bla’’. MIchael amusedly says, ‘’ Say Fuck’’ and Pabit replies with a pointed,’’no’’.

The third is Michael smiling, crawling on all fours, while Pabit sits atop him and throws his hands up enjoying himself. He says, ‘’corn-age’’ while Michael says, text in allcaps, ‘’Carnage’’.

The fourth is Michael sitting upright, cross-legged, tears escaping his face as he gives a small smile, saying,’’I feel like a child again’’. Another sketch shows Pabit with Michael’s tears on him, looking confounded and a little scared. He thinks, ‘’I don’t understand...this feeling..?’’

The fifth is a sketch by my friend Mika done in pencil and scribbled over with yellow marker in way of coloring. In here Pabit, Michael and Amy Martin are hanging out and wearing flower crowns. Amy hugs Michael with her regular hands and hugs Pabit, holding him up in the air, with the demonic hand from her face. end ID]

----------talk under the cut!

@askpabit​ this was inspired by your AU and a conversation with my friend Mika!! The last drawing is by her : ) (smiley emote)

We agreed Michael and Pabit could bond over being bastardous children (\affectionate) and kind of...lost? Like Pabit is being put into this whole new everyday life he’s not coping with much, and Michael had to undergo being exorcised which is a turmoil-filled experience as well. I think they both would need lots of time to adjust to peace. Possibly difficult father figures with Garcia and Habit? Also hating John Ward and Flower Kid LMFAO;

 Michael does the Big Swears which Pabit is horrified yet intrigued by because I feel like Pabit’s more a ‘’Dookie head!!’’ kind of boy when cussing FK out

I think they’d piss each other off a lot though but eventually be begrudging kind-of friends

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Also it really gets me that they’re both just kids, in a difficult life. Did you know that if you pause Michael’s animations, you can get an easter egg where he holds his head and shakes it, looking uncomfortable? I see that as him fighting his demon. I think having a toy friend like Pabit could help him.

Here’s a jokey (that one Toy Story song but they’re a little fucked up TM) that I did:

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And when she was lonely

I was there to comfort her

And I knew that she loved me

So the years went by

I stayed the same

But she began to drift away

I was left alone

Still I waited for the day

When she'd say, "CARNAGE!" (Plain text: Carnage!)

They try pranking each other all the time.

Michael loves to crawl out of fuck nowhere and jumpscare Pabit 

[ ID: a GIF where two small cats wave their tails and look at each other before one jumps the other down to the floor. end ID]

Pabit does the like

[ ID: a GIF where a bunch of dolls creepily walk slow on their own, passing by someone who stands up and looks in surprised fear, folding away the paper they were reading. end ID]

..towards Michael but it just makes the binch laugh a ton

They prank John and Amy together sometimes absolutely

[ ID: Official art where a muscular Michael  sneaks up behind an obliviously smiling John. The Martin house is in the BG. ]

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Emotions are hard for both.

They just. Hang out for some reason and keep doing it. They make each other feel something familiar but they don’t know what it is, yet they lean into it anyway.

Being cared about, etc...;w;(crying smiling emote) found family!! Pabit begrudgingly admits that he wouldn’t steal all of Michael’s teeth if he had any...maybe a bicuspid or two though- Pfff its his way of saying he cares

Amy is their joint big sister who cleans up their messes.

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Michael eats a guy in chapter 2 so maybe he’s gross sometimes by bringing pieces of that stuff to show affection. Like a cat bringing you a dead rat but its Human Pieces TM. I’ll say hes gotten better at not murdering them and only tears off itty bits or something 

Hes improving!! Amy’s so proud of him. Him and Pabit trade bits and teeth. Maybe Michael’s really careful one day and brings Pabit teeth from someone. 

Pabit tries to act nonchalant but hes actually super flattered(and a little confused). He eats them slowly and gives Michael a full review about it 

Offers constructive criticism on how to extract them without getting as much of the gums left over. He shares those with Michael. Dude does that uh

[ ID: GIF where a gray sprite runs like its dancing. It looks goofy. end ID]

Celebration dance.

Amy doesn’t get any😔(pensive emoji) but she watches those two playing fondly.

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Amy’s like...older and went through a ton of shit so I bet Michael doesn’t get whats going on with her a lot. He tries to cheer her up using Pabit. They make cool bone and tendon bracelets for her face arm and she’s grossed out but will put up with it this time. Maybe she shows them how to make flower bracelets instead next time LOL

They’re all together in the fields with flower crowns🥺(pleading emoji). Michael feels something wet on his face and he’s like, ‘’Whats this?’’ Pabits like, ‘’That’s tears stupid’’

They tell Amy she looks very pretty with all her new accessories!! She is happy to hear it! She hugs them with her regular hand and her face hand somehow.

John is like ‘’shouldnt we exorcise those three?(unsure) ‘’

and Father Garcia is like ‘’nah hijo let those bitches live’‘(Pats John on the back)

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‘‘Don’t make them feel alone twice.’‘

#askpabit #pabit #dr habit #michael davies #amy martin #faith game #faith the unholy trinity #s4m #my art #au #s4m au #mikas art #fanart #crossover #this is mostly based on my guesses of your AU Pabits character from what we saw so far! So sorry if anythings inaccurate! #gif

[minouyujis]

if you can, more jjk x demon!reader! i loved the first one sm<3

a/n: yesyesyes of course! we love our demon girl!!!

jjk x demon!reader general headcanons

it took them some time but eventually everyone had gotten used to you. at least you didn't turn out to be a sukuna.

speaking of sukuna, the first time you met him was weird. you're not sure how your conscious let you enter his domain, was it a demon thing?

he stared at you in disgust. you looked too disgusting to be a human, and too weak to be a curse. not to mention the fact that you couldn't even respond to his snarky ass remarks.

"where the fuck did you come from?" "why is a peasant like you standing in front of the king?"

would definitely fight you. it's hard to beat sukuna but he won't lie, he's pretty impressed with the progress you leave on his skin.

tries to bash your head until you subconsciously shrink into your kid form lol

literally he's standing there like "what the fuck just happe-"

overall he thinks you're sometimes fun to be around i guess. you know how to give him a fight and he likes that

meeting the others was a very unique ride for you. you could relate to toge so easily.

the boy would definitely learn sign language for you as you would try to understand his own language of onigiri ingredients!

you have toys of certain ingredients like salmon plushies or tuna plushies just because it reminds you of him

toge thinks it's so cute and it makes him so flustered

you guys LOVE watching youtube together

can definitely see you and yuuji binge watching movies all night, especially since it's at your strongest

gojo would probably finally be able to figure out a way for you to be able to somewhat enjoy life during the day. would request for a tinted dorm with absolutely no windows

would be much different than a regular dorm given you're obvious circumstance. larger than expected thats for sure but you aren't complaining!

you're finally able to spend time with the rest!

whenever maki's done with her training she'd come and check up on you every once and awhile just to see if you were okay

"oi, demon brat, you okay?"

definitely rubs your head whenever you two hang out together in your dorm

check-ups become very often for everyone and your room became a hangout

if they were sent out on night missions like how itadori was found by megumi, gojo would definitely let you roam free as long as you were by his side.

he ordered you not to interfere simply because he wasn't sure yet of how strong you were so he was not going to risk you hurting yourself

"whatever you do y/n, i do not want you leaving my side. got it?"

of course you're not listening lol

because once you see megumi being tossed into the air by what seems to be a special grade curse, all hell is breaking lose.

what the hell do you look like just standing there while your friends hurt themselves?

gojo can definitely notice the difference in your demeanor and how you carry yourself by the way your eye shape dilates and how obvious veins are popping out of your body.

was it normal for demons to look like that when they're angry?

"little one, don't."

the sounds that were vibrating from your throat were the last thing gojo hears before you had already ended up right in front of the curses face, shielding megumi while he was down.

megumi could see the tips of your fingernails growing spikier and it couldn't have scared him more than he was internally

both gojo and megumi would watch your combat against the special grade and how your technique was nothing like a cursed technique, etc.

they were finally shown what it's like for a demon to fight.

the amount of scratches you had given the curse was as if a cat was abusing the power of its cat scratcher

they penetrated the skin easily, looking more like stabbing wounds instead of claw marks

eventually this had to come to an end and gojo had stepped in

you would calm down maybe fifteen minutes after, and the most surprising part about the whole thing is how megumi thanked you for saving him.

he still was always iffy towards you and treated you worse than he usually already treats everyone on a daily basis, but this had finally proved to him that you were capable of not hurting humans. you were a protector of them.

he definitely wouldn't have expected the head rubs you were giving him out of nowhere which makes him flustered

queue gojo recording the whole thing

demon!reader is very much loved and cherish by everyone ever since that day and even though it's hard for you to actually be apart of the activities they're required to do, you still manage a way to be apart of the team during the night time and they wouldn't ask for any other person

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #anime #anime x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #gojo x reader #megumi x reader #yuuji x reader #sukuna x reader #maki x reader #toge x reader #toge inumaki #nobara kugisaki #itadori yuuji #megumi fushiguro #maki zenin #demon slayer #jjk headcanons

[m00nchildthings]

Familliar (revamped with added content)

Authors note: So yall remember the first chapter of familliar? Scrap that hoe this the new one it’s dumb long though 11 pages on Microsoft Word TnT Also @alfmoimagines i remembered to tag you

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Virginity Taking, Teratophilia, demon fucking, virgin training? ear fucking(with a tongue i’m not that wild). breeding, creampies, cursing, full nelsons, ruts, and i feel like that is all? Enjoy

Familiars were tricky and malevolent creatures, demons that were so lowly in the castes of hell that they lived life better off in the land of mortals then they would in their own native realm. Not that any of them would be humble enough to admit it though. Most familiars stayed under the care of witches for protection, being incapable of possession made them extremely susceptible to attacks by clergymen. Most lands decreed that any demon living as a witch's charge were free of fear of clergy assault, as long as said witch could manage them. For witches, handling a familiar was a precocious balancing act at best and a near soul threatening experience at the worst, especially during their times of rut. This was when only keeping one familiar in service, which is why so many gave you confused looks when you stated that you kept not one but two under your gifted hand.

 Izuku was your first familiar, a small token gifted to you by your mother the eve before you set off to live yourself as every young witch does when they hit that special age. A small rabbit daemon, one of the easiest to handle, was her gift to you. His eyes were a clear emerald and his pelt a slick black that shone green whenever the moonlight encased him. He was a very helpful familiar as far as they went and you were very appreciative of the fact. After near hermiting yourself away in a decent size hut not too far from a village, you found Izuku to be a very beneficial part of your day to day life. Whenever you were off in the town square buying food and supplies for the week you could always count on Izuku to scamper off and find you roots and herbs for your potion. Or in his human form he would help you around the house cleaning and organizing your books for you. He even seemed interested in your craft, helping you with concocting potions and studying spells.

 Now handling Izuku was fairly easy, at least in comparison to the horror stories you heard, during his roots. All it took was a snug leather collar with a calming charm placed on it to keep him from humping anything within a five-foot radius (including you.) Throw in some romance novels of yours for him to read and staying out late at taverns to give him alone time with his hand and Izuku was fairly decent to stand. You just had to make sure to ignore his eyes on you at night as you slept.

 The second familiar you kept was very different to your snuffly little Zuzu. Katsuki as he went by was an absolute brat that wasn’t grateful for anything you had done for him whatsoever.  It had only been a few months since you had found him after leaving the local butcher to make your way home to Izuku. A group of kids were toying with the poor battered creature, a pure white canine with a clergy trap biting into his ankle blood matting his fur. After shooing away the little bastards you pried open the chat wincing as the teeth of the trap sliced your fingers. He stared up at you with one big red eye before groaning and going limp. You took the poor thing home and cleaned his wounds shoving Izuku away as he came to snuff around the new daemon. For the first few days Katsuki was fine to be around, as his wounds healed, he mostly rested, coming in and out of sleep as he gained back his strength. He was quiet and agreeable letting you bathe him to redress his wounds and even crooning as you held his head to feed him. This calm quiet Katsuki lasted for exactly for the first week he lived in your small home.

 The moment he regained his strength it became apparent what a brute Katsuki was as he uprooted your life from its regular calm feeling. Whenever you went out to gather supplies you returned home to find your Izuku cowering in the corner and Katsuki standing in the middle of your ruined living room, smoke billowing off of your singed furniture. He constantly berated Izuku, cursing and complaining about every little thing he could find. He constantly picked fights with Izuku it wasn’t an uncommon sight to come home to find Katsuki pinning Izuku to the ground as your poor bunny kicked at his tummy trying to worm from your grasp. It got to the point that you would have to keep him chained in the cellar and bring Izuku out with you as your familiar refused to be left alone with Katsuki. As ever docile as he was you found Izuku complaining about keeping him around.

 “Mistress,” he whined walking beside you in the town square “why must we keep him with us he’s rude and aggressive and has only made life harder for us since you took him in.” 

 “Zuzu,” you scolded “you know very well why we can’t just throw him out, the clergy would get to him, besides, he’s probably just defensive being in a new environment after such a traumatic experience, we have to be patient with him.”

 “But he’s so disruptive,” Izuku huffed crossing his arms as you stopped by a fruit vendor “he’s taking up so much of your time, you don’t have time to practice, time for me- “

 “Time for you?” you raised an eyebrow placing a few plums into your satchel, paying the vendor and walking away “perhaps your annoyance comes less from our new friends’ unruly nature and more from a place of, dare I say it, jealousy?”

 “I’m not jealous of him!” Izuku exclaimed red smattering underneath his freckles “I’m worried about you, mistress,”

 “And why is that Zuzu?”

 “Rutting season is coming, and if this is how he acts on the regular, imagine how he’ll be during his time,” he turned to you placing a hand on your arm “you might not be safe mistress,”

 You paused mulling over what your familiar had said eyebrows furrowing, he wasn’t wrong. You had grown comfortable with keeping a familiar with easily suppressed ruts, cat daemons were notoriously known for having aggressive ruts. You had overheard a friend of your mothers as she stopped by from afternoon tea, confiding in your mother that her own cat daemon had been so difficult she had no choice to put aside her pride and pull down her panties to keep peace in her house. It was seen as very taboo for a witch to lay with her familiar, shameful even, to be seduced in the bedroom by such a lowly daemon. You yourself had been worried about what would happen when rut time would come with your new household member to worry over.

 “Don’t worry my fluffy little companion,” you placed a hand on his cheeks smiling as his eyes closed and he nuzzled into your palm “I’ll be fine, you should worry about how you’ll be dealing with your time of the year,”

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It had been about nearly a week since you and Izuku had your little conversation, and you had begun to notice the signs of rut season in your daemons. Izuku was becoming much more grating constantly moving around your stuff in your room rubbing against everything and even snapping back at Katsuki when he would try to intimidate him. Katsuki became the exact opposite of his usual self, at least towards you. He would stalk you silently through your own home eyeing you like prey as you sat reading in your armchair. It had gotten to the point where you would step out of your bath to find Katsuki waiting outside your washroom nostrils flared as he stared down at you, pupils slit. You almost felt scared in your own home, almost. You had two daemons about to reach a sexual peak and you were only fairly sure you could keep one of them in check. This especially became apparent to you one day as you were working on charming Izuku’s heat collar.

 “That won’t work on a daemon like me you know,” Katsuki had grunted from across your kitchenette “I’m twice as fucking powerful at that little runt you keep running after you,”

 “Well what do you suggest I do to make this time easier for you Katsuki,” you say not looking up from your work “did you not have a witch before me to help you through these times?”

 “Yes,” he said pacing closer to you as you worked rubbing the salve into the leather.

 “Well what did she do Kats- “you paused at the hot wet feeling of breath on the back of your neck, his toned arms came to rest on either side of you. Your body seized as you felt his nose bury into your hair and take a deep inhale.

 “She was a good little witch and let me fuck her cunt till I was through,” your eyes widened as you turned your head to stare at him. His red eyes bore into yours as a lecherous grin spread across your face.

 “Come on,” he said leaning down to rub his nose against your cheek “little witches like you act like prudes till you got a big fat daemon cock in your face, let’s just skip the theatrics and get to the part where I’m balls deep in that little witch cunt of yours,” he groaned throatily pressing his hips into you. You shuddered feeling his massive print against your back wondering what it would feel like to have it pressed inside your-

 “Mistress” you heard Izuku’s voice cold and unnervingly steady from across the room, your eyes shot over to Izuku who eyes were glued onto you and Katsuki. You immediately regained your composure pushing Katsuki away from you. Izuku kept his eyes trained on Katsuki glaring at him as you made your way over to him collar in hand. He took it from you when you offered it to him, but his eyes didn’t leave his fellow daemon.

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 It had been a few days since the incident in the kitchen, spring was coming in and the tension in your household was so palpable you could carve it with a knife. Izuku stuck to you like a barnacle to a ship and Katsuki was never too far behind. It had come to the point that you had begun to hex your door locked, not even allowing your little Zuzu to sleep at the end of your bed. It had been on one of those locked door nights when an interesting discussion occurred between Izuku and Katsuki.

“You know Deku, you’re pretty fucking pathetic, you know that right?” Katsuki said sprawled out over your couch eyes glowing crimson in the moonlight lit room.

 “Shut up Kacchan,” Izuku grumbled, awkwardly curled up in your armchair broad arms hugging his haunches and leather collar tight around his neck, ignoring him Katsuki continued.

 “I mean how long have you been in service to her, how many springs have passed with you jacking into your own fist like a fucking loser, what you think if you’re a good enough pet she’ll let you hump her leg or something?” Katsuki asked picking with his claws at a piece of cotton sticking out of the arm of the suede couch.

 “I don’t know how you and your previous witch worked but y/n and I do not have a relationship like that, she is my mistress and I am her grateful servant, nothing more nothing less,” Izuku huffed tucking into himself even further.

 “Get off your damn high horse, you’re how old now, and never once went through a rut without just your own hand?” Katsuki sucked his teeth and turned to his brethren, red eyes glowing inhuman in the moonlight “you and me together we could probably convince her to give us a hole each,”

 “Kacchan don’t be lewd,” Izuku said sitting up in the chair to glare over his shoulder at Katsuki, who barked out a laugh standing up and uncharacteristically, placed a clawed hand gently on Izuku’s face thumb brushing his cheek.

 “Come on little bunbun,” he rasped a wicked gleam in his eyes “don’t you wanna get your dick wet tonight?”

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 It had been fairly quiet that night, a few growled whispers from your living room but overall quiet compared to usual. Though worries of Katsuki’s impending rut had plagued your brain, worrying if the collar you had made for him would stick, you had been resting peacefully for the majority of the night. Until a loud rapping noise pulled you from out of your slumber. Your eyes opened face twisting in worry as your sat up throwing off your bedsheets.

 “Who is it?”

 “Mistress, it’s me,” your body relaxed as you heard your bunny’s’ voice from outside your bedroom door.

 “What is it Zuzu?” you asked standing slowly, nightgown flowing down your legs.

 “I- I can’t sleep, I know my ruts started, but can I just spend one more night with you, please mistress?” your heart lurched for your boy, his ruts as easily managed as they were, were still hard for him.

 “Ok Zuzu,” you chuckled unlatching one of your locks “for you anything my- “

You felt a hand around your throat before you could finish your sentence, you had expected a pair of pure emerald green eyes to meet your, but you were instead met with scarlet. You were quiet as you were pushed back towards your bed by Katsuki refusing to break eye contact with him as you were forced to plop down on your bed. You stared at the both of them, the collars you had spent so long on were removed from their necks, of course, you had never had to worry about putting on a charm to keep Izuku and Katsuki from taking off their own collar, you hadn’t even thought of the two joining forces.

 “Izuku,” you said turning to find him just behind Katsuki nervously staring down at you, biting at his lower lip “what is the meaning of this?”

 “Mistress I-I can explain- “

 “Then explain yourself!” you snapped watching his looming figure begin to shake and quiver at your tone, you figured if you could get one to balk on their advance the other would be soon to follow. Besides, if the two of them would start to ravish you in their lust filled rut induced haze, you wouldn’t want them to stop, and that thought scared you.

 “Hey, don’t take that tone with us shitty witch,” Katsuki said grabbing your jaw and leaning down till you were eye to eye, invading your space “we’re just the two demons who are gonna take out that stick you got shoved so far up your ass, if you let us,”

 “And pray tell, why would I do that?” you ask folding your arms. Katsuki smirked, and stood up to his full height, before shoving Izuku to you. He landed on top of you wide eyed and red face, the moment your hands pressed against his chest you felt his entire demeanor change. His eyelids begin to droop and his breathing became uneven as his body began to sag pressing into you. His rut had come in fully.

 “M-mistress,” he mumbled eyes darting lazily between your lips and your eyes unsure of which to focus on. Choosing to ignore both he instead pressed his nose into your neck nuzzling you and inhaling your smell moaning dreamily. His wet tongue poked out laying small little kitten licks on you quickly turning to open mouth kisses sucking at your neck.

 “Look at him little witch,” grabbing hold of your hair turning your eyes to him as you tried in vain to push off Izuku “you’ve turned him into a needy little bitch hanging off you for the barest scrap of emotion, you must have known how badly he wanted to fuck that cunt of yours,”

 “It’s true mistress,” Izuku said droopily pulling off trying to cover your neck in his saliva “I want you all the time you’re so amazing, so smart, so powerful, I just want to make you feel good ma’am,” he chirruped loudly staring down at you like you put the stars in the sky. He shifted and you can feel his cock hard and throbbing against your leg. Your face heated as he began rutting against you, he moved to give the same treatment he gave your neck to your chin. You couldn’t lie, it felt good you thought as you bit your lip to stifle a moan.

 “T-this is wrong,” you stuttered as Izuku trailed down sucking on your nipples through your nightgown leaving dark wet spots on the pale silk.

“Is it really,” Katsuki snickered grabbing Izuku by the hair. He moaned in distaste as Katsuki pulled him off of you “don’t complain just yet rabbit, you get to do the most important part, hold her from behind,”

 “Izuku please,” you huff as he wraps his burly arms around yours pulling you close so Bakugou can get to your panties easier “you’re better than this bunny” Midoriya pouts staring down at you with those big green eyes.

“Please mistress, I’m always so good for you right, I never try to run away, and I always help you even when you don’t ask” he pauses for a  second to moan as his hips rut into your ass a few times and then move in close to your ear “the least you can do is let me make love to you mistress I promise I’ll make you feel good,”

“HAH,” Bakugou barks out a cruel laugh from his place in front of view finally managing to rip off your panties “a daemon can’t make love to a witch Deku, but we can fuck them senseless,” he grins lecherously as he pushes a finger inside your cunt already moist from their actions “because as high and mighty as witch bitch might be they all turn into slobbering whores the moment you get your dick in them they’ll beg for it you’ll see.’’

Midoriya groaned, now humping at your naked ass seemingly pleased with that visual image Bakugou had given him, thick cock dragging and leaking precum on your skin. He buried his face in your shoulder softly sucking a spot into your skin as his hands trailed down until his fingers found your clit.

“I read in one of your books that this feels good for girls,” he says swiping back in forth lightly tugging against the hood of your clit as if searching “there’s supposed to be a little “pearl” here, right, it’ll make you go feel good right mistress, I wanna make you feel good,” he croons as his fingers succeed in revealing your clit to the cool bedroom air. He lets out a little happy chirp bringing his other hand down to rub small hard circles on it and you choke eyes crossing at your sensitive nub being played with. Bakugou tsks, sucking his teeth as he watches you pay more attention to the damn bunny daemon then him.

“Hey shitty witch,” he grabs your hair and tugs forcing you to look at him through your pleasure induced haze “don’t get too wet over your little rabbit it’s gonna be my fucking dick in you so pay attention,” he leans forward swiping his rough tongue over your shoulder before biting down groaning as the skin broke and the coppery taste of blood began to fill his mouth, dick jumping at your pained squeals.

“Kacchan be nice it’s her first time,” Midoriya scolds moving one of his hands to pat at your head trying to soothe you “you have to be gentle on a girls first time,” Bakugou groans rolling his eyes before letting your shoulder go and lapping at the little pinpricks of red still there.

           “It’s not my fault she’s too prudish to have gotten human dick before we jumped her,” he grumbles and adds another finger to your slick cunt scissoring to loosen you up for them “don’t expect me to be gentle when I get in here either I’m gonna destroy this little cunt of yours shitty witch,” he growls and adds a third finger curling up into a spot that has you seeing stars and chuckles as he watches your hips start to try to ride his hand.

 You try to hold it back but soft pitiful moans leave your lips, eagerly swallowed up by Izuku as he goes to kiss you sloppily shoving his tongue down your throat. Between Katsuki’s rough thick fingers pistoning into you and Izuku playing with your clit while simultaneously sucking your tongue into his mouth it isn’t long before you feel a tug in your abdomen that quickly turns into a pee like sensation as you cum, squirting all over Katsuki’s hand. He groans speeding up to see your squirt spray as Izuku soothes you pulling away from you to gently massage at your breast and kiss along your neck. Katsuki frowned watching the way Izuku fawned over you, taking all your attention. He sucked his teeth before grabbing you and pulling you close.

 “C’mere, be a good little witch and spread those legs for me,” he growled staring into your eyes as you gulped at his words.

 “Katsuki no,” Izuku said grabbing you and pulling you away “it should be me who gets her first you’re too rough,”

 “I’d like to see you try fucking rabbit,” Katsuki grabbed your hips dragging you till your crotch pressed against his and you could feel his print through his trousers “Your virgin ass would probably only last two pumps before you come in her,” There was a palpable moment in which your room seemed to pulse with Katsuki’s challenge as the two daemons stared each other down over you. You knew that it was up to you to pacify the situation.

 “Wait, wait,” you say sitting up as both their eyes immediately dart to you, you place a hand on Katsuki’s chest “you should at least allow me to choose which of you is first,” You see Katsuki smirk and roll your eyes mentally at his arrogance.

 “Ok then little witch,” he grabs your chin in his hand before pulling you into a domineering kiss, much more practiced than Izuku, rolling his tongue with yours before biting and pulling your lip “you pick.”

 You pull back from Katsuki admittedly shaken by his lustful kiss as you kneel between the two daemons trying to figure who you would want to take you first. On one hand you were more comfortable with Izuku, you knew he would be kind and gentle with you as new to all this as you were. But despite Katsuki’s dominating nature he was more experienced, and you have no doubt that he would take the reins if you let him, as you were rather inexperienced in comparison. The air was tangible in the moment of you deciding.

 “I choose Izuku,” you say. Izuku visibly brightens and shuffles closer to you as Bakugou growls scooching over to the headboard. You helped Izuku take off your nightgown fully as his hands shook with eagerness when he tried.

When the offending garment was finally off Izuku stared down at you wide eyed and all smiles taking in your naked body. His hands reached out slowly trailing over your body, over every curve and dip leaving goosebumps in their wake, before resting on your ass. He cupped a cheek in each hand and pulled you up until your rested on his thighs legs wrapping around his waist. You blushed as you felt his cock press against your stomach, thick in ways that made you tremble in fear or anticipation you couldn’t tell.

 “Shh Shh mistress,” he maneuvered you again until you were on your back and he loomed over you as he leaned down “it’s my first time too we’ll be each other’s first.”

 “God are you gonna fuck her or fuck around Deku?” Katsuki growled from his spot next to you by the headboard dick in hand. Midoriya huffed angrily before turning back to you.

He kissed lovingly at the column of your throat stroking your thighs before spreading them practically cooing at the sight of your virgin cunt glistening with your arousal.

           He grabbed one of your legs wrapping it around his waist as he clumsily fumbled with his member until the tip pressed against your twitching hole. Your breath hitched and your face screwed up tight as the head of his cock caught on your clenching entrance, your Zuzus back hunched as he slid just a fraction into your tight heat shuddering breaths fanning your face as he fought the urge to slam into you. It was unpleasant and foreign feeling the stretch of his cock as he slowly pressed into you, a burning sensation that had you clawing at his back and clenching down on the intrusive member spearing into you.

             “P-please y/n, you’re too tight I- I can’t,” his hot breath filled your space as he paused his breach of your too snug pussy. A rough hand grabs at your jaw directing your attention to Katsuki as he glowers down at you.

             “You need to relax dumbass, if you keep clenching down he won’t be able to push it in all the way,”

 “It isn’t in all the way in yet,” you whimpered, squinted one eye open you looked down to see that only half of Izuku’s cock was inside of you, a good portion of it sitting outside of you.

 “Fucking virgins,” Katsuki growled snapping his fingers at Izuku “you gotta get her to relax, kiss her or something touch her other sensitive parts,”

Midoriya nodded sharply before smashing his lips to yours messily moving his lips against your and knocking your teeth together before Katsuki grabbed his neck dragging him away from the sloppy kiss.

           “Jesus do I have to show you how to do everything dumbass,” Katsuki grunted at an irritated Izuku, annoyed at being interrupted.

           “Katsuki stop butting in-“he’s cut off when Katsuki’s lips press against his own, you watch as the cat daemon showed Izuku what a proper kiss was. Their lips moved together Katsuki pulling out little moans from your Zuzu when he bit his lips demanding entrance to his wet mouth before sliding his rough tongue in. Izuku shuddered wide eyed, cock pulsing inside you as Katsuki’s tongue danced with his own until he pulled away a thin trail of saliva breaking of from the corners of their mouths.

           “That’s how you’re supposed to kiss dumbass,” his rough hands cupped Izuku’s jaw jerking his head to you “now kiss her that way,”

           Izuku again bent down to kiss you, but this time with more tact, your lips moved together more gently and his tongue kitten licked at your bottom lip as opened your mouth tongue immediately running over your mouth as if trying to taste you. A pair of rough fingers began to circle your clit, Izuku’s or Katsuki’s you weren’t sure, but the stimulation of your little nub had you groaning into the kiss legs relaxing around Izuku and wrapping around his waist as he slowly slid the rest of his girth into you. It was a burning deep within you now, not the tearing feeling from before, but a satisfying stretching that had you sucking on Izuku’s invasive tongue as the both of you moaned into each other’s mouths. Finally with a small circulation of his hips Izuku sat snugly inside of your of warm wet cunt he breathed heavily breaking away from the kiss to loom over you, eyes lidded with lust he stared down at you debauched expression not knowing how to handle the feeling of being filled to the brim with a throbbing hot daemon cock.

           “You, you feel amazing mistress,” he groaned clumsily circling his hips into you, your breath caught at the foreign feeling as he his hips rabbited into you, quickly little juts that barely made room between where his thighs pressed into your soft bottom. Behind him you heard Katsuki suck his teeth, clearly unimpressed with Izuku’s method of humping into you, you watched as he grabbed Izuku’s hips biting the rabbit daemon’s sensitive ears. He pulled his hips back ignoring Izuku’s moans as he was dragged out of your clenching cunt wanting nothing more than to thrust back in and snuggle fuck into your intoxicating pussy.

           “No tact whatsoever,” Katsuki growled pulling on the lobe he held in his teeth “no idea how to fuck a pussy, and I though little bunnies like you were supposed to be good at fucking, figures I’d have to show you how to do this to,”

           Katsuki slowly guided Izuku’s hips in and out of you dragging his cock nearly all the way out till the tip caught on your drooling entrance and smoothly sliding it back in angling it so that he knew that spot deep within your gummy walls was graciously caressed. Your back arched off the bed as you moaned hands reaching out for either but ultimately catching on Izuku, nails leaving crescent marks on his biceps and back. His head fell to your neck mouthing there as Katsuki slowly released his hips as he found the rhythm Katsuki had shown him, Katsuki’s hand rested instead rested on Izuku’s freckled behind putting him back on track whenever he lost the beat.

           “That’s it rabbit,” he said guiding him to pick up the pace “give that pussy a good fuck and you’ll have that witch on all fours for you,”

           Izuku got the picture as he pulled up leaving purpling marks on your skin and ignoring the way you whined missing the feel of his weight pressing into you. Instead he grabbed your legs pulling out shuddering as your hole clenched desperately trying to keep him inside. He grabbed your waist flipping you over onto your hands and knees before sliding into you with a fluidity that had your upper half sinking into your pillows. He groaned hands grabbing your sides in a tight grip using his handle on your hips to drag you back to him, as the new position had him so deep in you you found yourself trying to crawl away from him. A sharp clawed hand grabbed your hair jerking you still as Katsuki leaned in close.

           “Stop fucking running witch,” behind you you heard Izuku moan at the sight of Katsuki manhandling you as he jackhammered his cock deep into you kissing your gummy cervix with every thrust.

           “So, so guh mishtress,” his words slurred he threw his head back now fully lost in the throws of his rut “squeezing me uuhhn tight fuckin’ pussy ‘round my cock,” he groaned hips picking up pace. Katsuki moved his hand to play with your painfully sensitive clit the attention causing your legs to tense you came around the cock fucking deep into you, spraying your own cum over the bed with each thrust of Izuku’s cock.

           “Holy shit,” Katsuki breathed biting his own lip in anticipation as he watched you get fucked through your squirting orgasm “you better hurry up rabbit I want my turn,”

           “I’m almost, almost-,” Izuku grunted hunching over you as his hips lost their tune humping sporadically into your still spraying cunt “Cuuhhhmmmiinnng,” he pressed in deep one final time head pressed to your cervix opening pumping your womb full of his heady spunk till it spilled out from you. You both shuddered, you at the feeling of being pumped full for the first time and him at the feeling of having a cunt accept his load for the first time.

           “Damn,” Katsuki said, watching Izuku pull out of you his spunk following suit when his soft cock fully slipped out. Izuku bent down immediately licking his spunk back into your trembling cunt as you whined trying to wriggle away from his prodding tongue on your sensitive cunt. Izuku whimpered as Katsuki grabbed a handful of his curly emerald locks pulling him away from your poor tired cunt before scooping you up in his arms positioning you till you both rested against your pillows and headboard. Your pussy, throbbing and puffy from the pounding it just took jumped as Katsuki slapped his cock up against it, the angry red tip dripping pre on your abdomen. You whimpered squirming away from the pleasure that was already too much.

           “Don’t think about trying to run away from me witch,” he slowly pressed into you before his arms came under your limp thighs pulling them up to your chest and locking them in position as his hands slipped behind your head “not like you’ll be able to though,”

           His planted his feet firmly on your mattress gripping the blanket with his toes before thrusting up, you choked, eyes crossing as his cock seemed to press into every oversensitive spot of your walls. You felt his wet lips latch onto your lobe tongue slipping into your ear lathing slow strokes matching the maddening strokes that his cock dug into your pussy. Futilely your hands pressed into his thighs trying to cease his pumping hips, you heard him chuckle hot breath fanning your ear around the tongue that delved deep into it. You couldn’t make a noise, could barely breath as Katsuki seemed to dig out all thought of anything besides his throbbing cock claiming your greedy pussy that desperately latched on to the pleasure that drove your brain stupid.

Midoriya groaned watching your cunt cream around Katsuki’s cock leaving bubbly rings of tantalizing white that had him licking his lips. He leaned down licking a stripe up Katsuki’s cock till his tongue pressed the mixture of all three of your combined messes into your clit. He wrapped his lips around the nub and sucked. You screamed, the first sound your had truly been able to make since Katsuki had entered you, piercing and long like a banshee that had Katsuki leaving your ear alone to laugh at you, laugh at the dumb little witch fucked even more stupid on his cock. Damn, the old crone that had him before wasn’t even this good a fuck he thought as he began to piston his hips into you feeling his own end creeping on him between your cunt seemingly try to strangle his cock and Izuku’s tongue lapping at your joined sexes.

Without any warning you came moaning and thrashing as much as you could in the full nelson Katsuki had you in, squirting again against the tongue that seemed to be molded stuck to your clit. Katsuki cursed as his feet pressed deeper into the bed hips stuttering up into you as he came, your cunt pumped full for the second time that night with daemon spunk, Izuku finally pulled away from you face dripping in your squirt as he bent down to kiss while Katsuki’s thrust slowed to stop. He released you from your position breathing heavily while you fell forward into Izuku’s arms legs shaking and cock drunk.

“There there mistress,” Izuku cooed, you lazily stared up at his and his eyes seemed to glow an almost sinister green in the moonlight “It’s my turn again and I promise to be gentle,”

You gulped backing up only to be met with Katsuki’s already hardening cock glide under your still dripping pussy. Izuku chuckled gleefully as he shuffled forward his own dick nudging at your poor abused clit. Katsuki growled pinning your arms to your sides before licking a long stripe up your still wet ear.

           “I think you mean that it’s both of our turn rabbit,”

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[trashmenofmarvel]

Branded - Chapter 29

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is back on Earth, summoned by a strange child.

(This is a fan AU of Falling’s Just Another Way to Fly by araniaart​ . Please check out this incredible series for all of your demon Bucky needs.)

AO3

It was cold.

Bucky was frozen, the air like a flash freeze over his skin. The warmth he’d been used to vanished as the portal closed behind him. It hurt to breathe, hurt to think. There were so many scents, overwhelming after the dry, dead air of the demon realm.

The noises pressed on his sensitive hearing: air conditions, cars driving in the distance, electric appliances and fixtures. He bent his head and covered his ears, whining, but it didn’t help.

He was accustomed to bright, endless daylight. That wasn’t the reason he squeezed his eyes shut. There’d only been one color in the world he’d escaped.

Now he was surrounded in greens and tans and blues and whites. He couldn’t see the sky; he was indoors, in a house. He couldn’t breathe. He scrambled for safety, the first spot of darkness he could find, under a twin bed. Bucky laid still, curled into a ball with his tail and wings shielding him as he trembled.

In contrast to the assault on his other senses, his sense of touch was cushioned by the carpet, so much softer than the stone floor of his cave. There wasn’t much left to his tac pants and vest, so he experienced the full effect against his skin.

Bucky nearly stretched out on it, marveling at the soft texture, but he went still. There was a second presence in the room. A pair of eyes staring at him hiding under the bed.

A human child. A girl. Couldn’t be more than ten years old.

Bucky curled himself inwards further, terrified, of what he didn’t know. Just that everything was too much and he couldn’t stop fucking shaking.

“Don’t be scared,” the little voice said. “I won’t hurt you.”

Bucky would have laughed if his abdominal muscles weren’t clenched like a vice. It was funny. Horrifying. Why wasn’t she running? Bucky hadn’t used his guise in a long time and he couldn’t summon it now, too overwhelmed to control his tenuous-grasp of magic. His wings and horns and claws were partially obscured by the shadows, but if anything, that should have made him appear more fearsome, not less.

“What’s your name?” she asked with a tilt of her head.

Bucky tried to speak but all that emerged was a choked whimper. He couldn’t even look at her he was trembling so badly. It was like a horrible withdrawal, or an adrenaline rush that wouldn’t stop. He half-wondered if he was dying, or maybe, this is what it felt like to come back to life.

“Here.”

He uncurled enough to look upwards. The girl was holding something out to him from where she knelt, peeking under the bed.

“Mr. Squiggles helps me when I’m scared,” she said with the bright confidence only a child could have. “Go on. Take him.”

Bucky stared at the stuffed animal. Its grey fur was worn, its dark eyes dull. Clearly well-loved and treasured.

He’d had a toy like that, once. A teddy bear with button eyes. He’d loved it so much, but then he and Becca had gotten sick. His parents had burned the toy, along with most of their clothing.

Even now, he could remember how upset he’d been, and how much a child’s toy meant. And this child, who’d just had a demon dropped into her bedroom, was offering it to him because he was scared.

Something surged in his chest. Gratefulness. Sorrow. A fierce protectiveness for this stupidly brave kid.

Bucky reached out to take the toy, claws shaking as he carefully wrapped his fingers around the tabby cat’s leg.

A strange sensation jolted up his arm, following by intense warmth at his shoulder, directly over his mark. And then it was gone.

“You must be hungry,” the girl whispered conspiratorially as Bucky tucked the toy against his chest. Apparently, she hadn’t noticed a thing. “I’ll get you something to eat! Stay here!”

She dashed from the room without waiting for an answer. Bucky planned to stay put, to come up with what he should do next, but at the words you must be hungry, a vast, devastating hunger hit him directly in the gut.

It wasn’t for food.

I need… I need to get out of here. His movements were panicked, clumsy as he crawled out from under the bed. I need to…

Before he could look for an escape the kid returned to the room, nearly smacking right into Bucky. He recoiled backwards away from her, putting space between them, but she only looked up in him in confusion. Then she smiled and held out the plate she carried, a sandwich perched on top. Peanut butter and blueberry jelly.

Saliva flooded his mouth as his stomach rumbled, but he dared not move any closer to her. The demon side of him had no interest in the kid, thank Christ for that, but he was still terrified of hurting her. He was designed to be a living weapon, after all. Not exactly child-friendly.

He just wished the kid would get the memo.

“Go on,” she said, smiling brightly. “Take it. I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.”

Hysterical laughter threatened to burst out of him. It was like a baby kitten trying to soothe and comfort a lion. Bucky towered over her, his wings and horns still on full display, but she just stared up at him with wonder and awe. No sense of self-preservation at all.

Figuring he would at least address one of his hungers, he took the plate from her as if it was a live grenade. Satisfied, she beamed up at him and then went to close her bedroom door.

“I don’t think my friends are coming back, they all ran away when that blue portal appeared. That’s what that was, right? And you’re a demon?”

Bucky choked on the first bite of sandwich he took.

“That’s what I thought.” She nodded sagely, the ribbons of her ridiculous pigtails flapping with the movement. “I told them I could do magic, but they didn’t believe me. Bet they will now!”

Her face fell a little as she looked past Bucky, and she mumbled, “Mom is definitely going to ground me.”

Bucky followed her gaze to the open closet doors. Extinguished black candles were scattered on the carpet surrounding what appeared to be a charred spirit board. But what really drew Bucky’s eye was the state of the closet door and the back of the closet itself: charred as if there had recently been a fire. He could still smell the stench of sulfur, and he shivered. He would not miss that place, that was for sure.

Quickly scarfing down the food—when had Bucky last had a good, ol’ fashioned PB&J?—he eyed the kid warily. She kept talking about magic and how her mother always blamed her for things catching on fire around the house, but it wasn’t her fault. On and on she went, as if she was talking to another human being and not a six-foot tall demon. She was way too damn calm for being face-to-face with the occult, but then again, she seemed like a weird kid to begin with.

He kept waiting for the voice to chime in with its opinion, but it had been silent since Bucky came through the portal. He frowned. It had promised it would be here, so where was it?

Bucky sighed and turned his attention back to the small chatterbox.

“What’s your name, kid?”

She told him, proudly and without hesitation. Definitely too trustworthy. What would have happened if it was one of those other demons that had gotten through?

He frowned further, troubled as he looked around her room. He couldn’t see anything suspicious, but the stink of other demons was still pungent to Bucky’s sensitive nose.

“Did you see anything else come through besides me?” he asked.

The kid finally lost some of her spunk as she looked down at the carpet, gripping her denim overalls tightly in her hands.

“Hey,” Bucky said, voice softer. “You’re not in trouble.”

It was strange, the more he talked to her the less anxious he was. Already he had stopped trembling and shaking, though his senses were still reeling from the influx of earthy smells and loudness of civilization.

She nodded slowly and looked past Bucky. He turned to see what she was looking at now, and this time it was her open window. They were on the second story, and it was dark outside.

“Lot of things, but they ran away. They weren’t like you.” She swallowed and gripped her clothes tighter. “They were scary.”

So, she wasn’t as unaffected as Bucky thought. Her voice was unsteady, and the smell of fear was unmistakable. Kids weren’t supposed to see things like this. Like Bucky.  She seemed fine now, but what about when she tried to sleep tonight? What about years from now when people told her she was crazy and she couldn’t trust her own memories?

Didn’t seem right. Not for a kid, and especially not one that had saved his life. Bucky didn’t know how she’d done it, but he was proof positive that magic, or something like it, was real.

Bucky turned back to look at her, sadness weighing heavily on him like a physical thing. He didn’t want her to be afraid, or worse, harmed by what had happened. Would the demons come back to this place or would they prey on other unsuspecting targets? Either way, he swore he would hunt them down. It was a small price to pay to come back to life.

But first, there was the matter of the girl. He couldn’t leave her like this, with such dangerous knowledge in her head.

As Bucky moved to give her back the plate, something deep and instinctual within him rose to the surface. The girl extended her hand and he dropped the plate, grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open, but Bucky’s other hand cradled her cheek as he pressed his thumb directly between her brows.

A jolt went up his arm and through his hand, straight down his thumb and into her thoughts, her memories. Surprise mixed with horror when he sensed the memories she had just created, of him and the demons and the portal, were obliterated from her mind. Just as the Chair had done to him.

Bucky released her, shocked by what he’d just done, and then was forced to rush forward as the girl started to collapse. Fearing the worst, Bucky felt along her head and neck, but she was breathing, slowly and deeply as if she’d just fallen asleep. Her face was smooth and untroubled, too innocent for what she’d experienced.

Holding her carefully, Bucky carried her and laid her down on the bed. Not knowing what else to do, he pulled the covers over her, hoping if her family came in and found her they would think she was simply asleep. She was asleep, Bucky was coming to realize. Whatever power he’d wielded had done this, and perhaps it was a small mercy she wasn’t conscious for it, but it still made him sick down to his bones.

When she woke up, she wouldn’t remember any of it, including Bucky. Perhaps… that was for the best.

With one last lingering look, Bucky strode across the room to the open window. Under the cover of darkness, he leapt from the ledge and opened his wings, catching the air and flapping as hard as he could to gain altitude.

It wasn’t until he was high in the air with the lights glittering below him that he realized his claws were still wrapped around the stuffed cat. He’d have to return it at some point, but for now, he had other, more pressing problems.

One, Bucky was starving. He was so hungry he could barely think, as if all his years of being dormant were catching up to him. The pain of it was consuming, racking his body and making him shudder midair.

And two… he had yet to hear the voice again. It filled him with emptiness, his pleas going unanswered, but he couldn’t say he was surprised. Maybe he’d gone crazy in that place. Most men would have. He was just disappointed to have been proven right, and the voice hadn’t been real after all.

He couldn’t think about any of that right how. First things first: Bucky had to feed.

Next Chapter

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[obsessive-ego]

Green vibe

Musical Beetlejuice xfemreader

After you caught beetlejuice with your vibrator, you were mad at him, he trys to win you over with a replacement.

WARNING nsft content, voyeurism, possessed vibrator, yeah with a clueless reader

Part one

You couldnt help but laugh at the contents of the gift, a few days ago you caught your pal beetlejuice with your vibrator in his mouth, you were so upset at this breach of privacy, you decided to just ignore him, there was no point in being upset or angry with him, he never took anything seriously anyway, let alone your feelings. The rest of that day was so weird, it was like he wasnt even there, he avoided you, and you him, when Lydia summoned him back, there were no 'good byes' or warnings, just a cloud of smoke and silence, you thought nothing of this, eventually you'll forgive him, and things will be fine, but right now, you wanted to be upset.

But this, an apology gift? You honestly never would have guessed beetlejuice was capable of apologizing, let alone with a gift. You couldnt help but laugh through your nose when you saw the contents, a bright green vibrator, a little bottle of lube, and a note. As embarrassing as it is to have the ghoul pick out a sex toy for you, his heart was in the right place at least, maybe the Maitlands suggested this, the apology gift part at least, probably not the whole sex toy part.

The note though, his hand writing was a mess, but you've had professors with worse.

"Sorry I put your vibrator in my mouth, here is a brand new, NEVER BEEN OPENED one, and some lube to get the party started, PS this one is a tad bigger ;)"

'Never been opened' you inspect the package, factory seal still intact, you sigh, glancing back at the note, you blush rereading the part saying 'this one is a tad bigger' the idea of the demon remembering your old toy's size and deciding you needed a bigger one made a shiver run up your spine.

As awful and chaotic as he could be, there was a part of him that honestly ment well, despite all of his glaring flaws you honestly really liked him, he was so much fun to have around, he was funny, creative, attractive, and charming in his own gross way.

You bite your bottom lip, today was a shitty day at work, maybe you could try it out, let off some steam, but first, is the demon is question around? How did this box even get here? I mean he's magic, so, either way you do a sweep of your apartment just in case.

With the coast being clear you decide its safe. You take the toy out of its box, Beej wasnt kidding it was bigger, you sigh and take it to the bathroom to clean it.

As you busied yourself, you shiver, shrugged it off as nerves, unknown to you Beetlejuice was standing right beside you, giddy as can be, of course he made himself invisible to you. Earlier that day he begged Lydia to take him to your apartment so he could apologize to you, the teen couldnt take his whining, and caved. A few months back you gave the kid a key to your place so she could feed your cat when you were out of town for a weekend, and never really asked for it back. You didnt live too far from the Deetz, give or take a 10 minute bus ride, or a 20 minute walk, so having the goth drop by wasnt uncommon or have her drop by summon beetlejuice and leave wasnt uncommon either.

"Gonna give me a show sweetheart? You're gonna love this thing doll, I promise~" beetlejuice was buzzing with excitement, he honestly didnt think youd try it out right away, he WAS gonna jump out and surprise you and see if you accept his apology, but kinda got caught up in watching you he forgot to become visible again.

Beetlejuice watches you dry off the vibrator, he couldnt help but drool, he loved watching you work with your hands, would love to have them work on him.

Walking back into your room, you close the door behind you, you live alone, but old habits die hard. You slip out of your pantyhose and skirt, oblivious to the wolf whistles and lecherous eyes.

Sliding off your panties, you slingshot them at the laundry pile and miss, Beej couldnt help but laugh "nice try babes, you ever need a hand with aiming, I dont mind being a target~" pointing to his face.

You plop down on the bed, propping up some pillows to get more comfortable, you were kinda nervous, this thing WAS bigger then the old one, and you've been meaning to get an upgrade, but still, taking a deep breath you reach for the little bottle of lube that was included to the apology gift.

Beetlejuice was sitting on the edge of you bed watching like a hawk, he nearly screamed when he saw you pick up the tiny bottle, the vibrator was untouched, but the bottle, he couldnt help himself, he spat in the lube before boxing it up, call it a more personal touch, or an indirect kiss.

Taking another deep breath you squirt a bit of the lube onto you hand, gently apply it to your vagina, you gasp at the cold contact. The demon was drooling at this, hair an electric pink, you were using his spit, sorta, to get yourself ready for a toy HE got you, he had no idea what he did to get such a stroke of luck but he wasnt complaining.

As you lube up the toy, beetlejuice began palming himself through his pants "come on sugar, you're gonna love this, there is no way you wont forgive me after this" he purred, not that you could hear him.

You mumble a soft 'okay' as you carefully slide the toy in, you've done this multiple times before, but the fact that this was a new toy, a new size, made you a tad nervous, being stretched a little further then usual, did feel good.

"That's it Sugar, that's it, you're doing so well, you like that? Nice and thick, just like yours truly~"

you sigh, toy fully inside.

"Take your time sweets, make sure you're well adjust" the demon coos, freeing his cock from its prison.

You turn the toy on, buzzing to life, you jump and curse, even on the lowest setting it had power. After you regain your composure, you begin pumping the vibe in and out, already panting, and moaning, beetlejuice begins matching you pace for bit before picking it up.

"Alright sweetheart, its showtime"

With a snap of his fingers the vibrator begins pumping itself, matching the ghouls pace, buzzing harder then orginally set.

"What the fuck?!" You shriek, gasping and squirming, you let go of the vibe, watching it move on it's own, a weird mix of horror and arousal, what the fuck what going on?! Maybe you should have read the box, or instructions, your train of thought was interrupted by the vibrator picking up its pace, you roll your head back shouting curses and praise on how good it feels.

"You like that sugar?" The demon purrs leaning over you, as hot as it would be to fuck you proper, possessing a toy to fuck you was still incredibly sexy, and the fact that you were openly enjoying it was the icing on the cake.

"PLEASE Beetlejuice, thank you!" You scream, hips bucking hard.

The ghoul flinches, yes it was hot to hear you scream his name, but you didnt put two and two together did ya? You can be clueless at times, but...

"FUCK" you shout cumming hard.

"Already? Sweets? I'm still working on my own" he demon sighs, "I know you're a one and done type sweetheart, but today, how bout we change that?~" his voice drops to that low seductive tone that would make a shiver run up your spine, not that you could hear him.

The buzzing has stopped, the movement has stop, you lay there basking in the aftermath slowly regaining your breath, sighing, it hasnt been that good in a long while, you reach for the box the toy came in to see what was up with that setting, before you could reach the box the buzzing started again, you flinched still being sensitive from your first orgasm. Your old toy used to do that, turn on and off for no reason, so you didnt find it odd, you go to turn off and pull out the vibe, when the intensity ramps up and the pumping starts up again.

"Round 2 sugar" the ghoul coos "nice and sensitive, and soaking wet for me~" beetlejuice begins pumping his cock again, starting off slow, then gradually picking up speed, the vibrator matched his pace, Beej drooled at the sight of you, an absolute mess, because of him, hair a mess, legs shaking, flushed, on the brink of tears, he loved it, he wanted you so bad, to pound you into the mattress for real, but you were so clueless to his advances.

You were so nice to him all the time, you laugh at his jokes, let him scare whoever is dumb enough to knock on your door, yeah you two fought, but you always came around, but this time he thought he owed you a proper apology.

"Come on sugar, you look so good for me, you like that? Yeah you do, come for me sweetheart, give me all that you got" the ghoul whispers in your ear, bucking hard into his hand, the shout as the vibrator mimicked his actions, beetlejuice couldnt help but chuckle at the beautiful sounds he was getting from you.

Beetlejuice begins a punishing pace stocking his cock, he was close, could you blame him? The sight of his breather an absolute hot mess plus the noises you were making? He's surprised he lasted this long. But he needed you to come first since he was possessing the toy.

With the pace beetlejuice has set, had you shaking, "Fuck, I can't, I'm gonna-please, Beej!" You babbled

Beetlejuice has spied on you during your private time more then once, it was always music to his ears when he herd you say his name during that special time.

"BEETLEJUICE!" And with that you came for the second time, bucking your hips hard, beetlejuice came shortly after, helping you ride out the orgasm with the vibe, he slowly turned down the buzzing till it stopped completely. Once you came back down, you were quick to remove the toy, and good as it was, you were too exhausted for anymore, and feeling a tad dizzy.

"Have fun sweets?" Do you forgive me?~" Bj coos, not that you could hear, he straightens himself up, wiping his cum covered hand on his pants.

Once you're back together you finally pick up the box the vibrator came in, you sigh when you see the word 'Netherworld', that explains alot, he got this from the netherworld.

"A vibrator for the dead, dead or not, that was amazing" you sigh

Beetlejuice couldnt help but mimic your sigh, not that he needed to breath, thank god slash satan for oblivious nature.

"I guess I can forgive that dumbass" you mumble as you redress yourself, the demon still sitting on the edge of your bed does a little fist pump, mission accomplished, he'll probably reveal himself to you in an hour or so.

Staring at the freshly used vibrator while he waited for you to leave the room, hoping he'd get the chance to 'clean it for you' this time, but of course you were the tidy type, and snatched it right from under him.

Well at least you forgive him now.

Bonus

Later on that evening, You were in the kitchen making fried rice, simple but yummy, as you stirred around the contents of the pan you start to zone out.

"what's cooking good looking?" a familiar gravely voice whispers in your ear.

You nearly jump out of your skin

"BEETLEJUICE!" You shout, the demon couldnt help but laugh.

"Love that loud voice of yours sweetheart, bet it sounds great in the bedroom~" he laughs

You sigh, trying to collect any dignity you had left "when did you get here?"

"Lyd's and I were messing with your neighbors and she ditched me here, kid's today" he shrugs.

That wasnt the first time that has happened so you believe him.

"SO, did you get my gift? Did you like it? Did you take It for a spin?~" he purrs that last part wiggling his eyebrows.

Blushing hard at what he was implying, you look at your feet and mumble a quick yes.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Do you forgive me?~" beetlejuice's face was inches from yours, eager for the awnser he already knew. You nodded, and the demon pulls you into a tight hug and spins you around like a rag doll.

"PERFECT! So did you enjoy it?~ on a scale from 1 to me, how hot was the ride?~" he cooed finally coming to a halt.

"BEETLEJUICE!"

He laughed at your embarrased expression, he was thrilled to have his breather on his side again.

#nsft #beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader

[stargazer-balladeer]

🌸🌺🌸 simping for Xiao

*gasp* I haven't thought about y/n and Zhao...😗 I'm guessing that, y/n spends time with Zhao when Xiao is off fighting demons, hilichurls and dudes like that. And Zhao would definitely have a attention cry for his other parent. Its much more annoying. That's when he wants affection. No one can hug and cuddle him like,y/n.

Zhao would sometimes crawl to y/n and hand them a toy, talking gibberish with smile. He wants to play. After they play together, the chaotic baby will until y/n is busy cooking or taking to someone, and he hides. So when they turn around, Zhao is just GONE. Y/n would be scared until they see his onsie covered foot coming from the bottom self of a bookshelf.

When y/n tries to get him, he starts to scoot away but y/n grabs him and he giggles. When y/n tells Zhao to stop scaring them, his eyes tear up because he doesn't like serious y/n. 🥺 He doesn't want to scare his parent, he just wants to play hide and seek. Zhao can usually tell when y/n is sad. When this happens, he stays close to his parent and follows their every move with a o(>< )o ( His inner adeptus hops out sometimes) expression.

Xiao caught onto what this means, and he would pick Zhao up telling him " Good job" and then Xiao would properly take care of his s/o. Zhao give his other his favorite plushie when Xiao isn't around to cheer them up. He would try to feed y/n, too. Bringing his berries up to their mouth as he sits in their lap. I can the baby adeptus, cuddling y/n when their sleep.

He doesn't need as much sleep but like a cat, he'll cuddle up to them and smile really big when they wake up. He gives sloppy baby kisses. The ones when they just open their mouth on your face. 😅 But Zhaohui's favorite time is when Xiao and y/n are spending time together.

He overloads on happiness. He can't be stopped like this. He's louder, faster and more playful. His most chaotic. He let's out happy screeches and bounces around. He's just ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ to (≧◡≦) and ₍₍ ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡. Xiao doesn't understand why his son is this excited. But his other parent does, and they explain to Xiao, that, Zhaohui is either with Xiao himself, or with y/n but not both of them together at the same time.

After that, Xiao understands and finds it cute. He makes an internal promise to try harder, to get home to be with them both more. Zhaohui in y/n's lap reaching for Xiao's almond tofu. Xiao only gives Zhaohui a bite and his eyes light up. Now every time Xiao has almond tofu, Zhaohui is quick to reach his little arms out towards Xiao. Xiao can't say No to Zhaohui sometimes and ways lets him have a bite but then he hides away so he doesn't have to see Zhao's sparkling hopefully eyes staring at him as he eats.

Y/n will make Zhaohui his own snacks that he loves. I think the small halfling would love fruits and vegetable juice. They snack together a lot.

🌸🌺🌸

-This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm really back in stage one of loving Xiao again. (＠＾◡＾)

[ I'm okay. Sometimes, I panic about stuff. Ig that's why I need a calming, reasonable Yaksha. Sorry to hear you can't get the prints. Parents are weird as heck sometimes. And you're welcome for the food.]

WAIT THAT WAS SO FUCKING CUTE 😭😭💗💗💗

I LOVE THIS- AKNSHSNSG- ITS SO CUTEE- i love how protective zhao and xiao is over y/n-

if you already have one overprotective adepti, why not make it two? 😀😃

It’s a waste of money they said :’) they were very reluctant when i bought some stickers (aether and albedo) how i manage to persuade them? I have no idea—

#🌸🌺🌸 anon.txt #anon.imagines #zhao and xiao #zhao and y/n #zhao #simping for xiao

[obeymebutnotlikethat]

I'm gonna target Mammon.

"You cannot go after his appearance."

What?

"You can't go after his complexion cause he's not white."

What? Ok, non-white sexy motherfucker he is.

"That's offensive."

I used your words and complimented him. His hair-

"You can't go after his appearance either. Its 2021 that's not cool."

His wig looks like someone tried to make a mop into hair.

"That's his appearance."

No, its his wig. I targeted the hair not him. Alright, this scaredy cat boy-

"No."

What? What's wrong?

"Guys can be scared and have feelings too. That is demeaning and disrespectful."

I know that. I've met men before. This broke ass never has money-

"Actually, money is a huge problem right now to a lot of people and making fun of his financial situation is wrong."

Yeah. Mammon loves money so much and supposed to be the demon of greed but never seems to have money on him at all. Cause he goes and spends it on the shades he keeps breaking with his ass.

"No, you just targeted his being and blamed him."

That's how money works and I stated a fact. His ass isn't big big but its big.

"You are going after his appearance."

Do you look in the mirror and tell yourself your appearance isn't rocking today? Alright, I understand. Mammon not only is a very embarrassed and protective man but his master and servant kink is weird. Since he always acts like a dog-

"First, kink shaming is wrong. Second, you can't target his behaviour."

I'll send you feet pics or the tops of my tits. God, daddy, put a collar on me. He makes it so easy to treat him in NSFW writing as a fuck toy.

"That is sexist and objectification"

I swear your body has been replaced with a vagina because you a pussy. This demon-

"Don't go after his species. That is so offensive."

Humans suck and he's a little bitch for following one. Checkmate, bitch, that was an insult to the both of us.

"You went after his attitude."

Now we both insulting him. Glad you got into the spirit of things.

#obey me #shall we date

[sweet-xoxo-thatcares]

I have ptsd back pain and pain in my right shoulder whenever I'm reminded of the painful moments, out of body experiences where JA hurt me while being vulnerable sexually, emotionally, mentally. I hate that it's close to the spot where my back sprained from falling backwards and catching myself on the steps that night from that fight with mom. Jay hit me with that umbrella higher than that spot, and now they're connected.

Even the times they abandoned me and left me on read, blocked me for months and I had to deal with hallucinations and insomnia, as if jaiden (their little alter identity) would come into my room in the middle of the night to help me sleep. I knew something had to be wrong for all this to come after being heart broken and treated so badly. The emotional abuse and the sexual abuse of boundaries and respect, the being made fun of, pulled back in to be used, then just leaving me again for somebody uglier and meaner than me.

These idiots have no idea and they don't care. And I wish I could pass all that unwanted ptsd back pain, stress, and reminders and memories that I have so they would know exactly how it feels to be the one they tortured for so long, on and off, going back and forth making me the bad guy to when I would pop off cause I had enough of being treated like shit. Like no normal human being with emotions wouldn't have tried to kick both of their asses either. And I'm sick of my dad looking at me crazy that I'm still upset about a bitch that broke my heart, took my money, and gave more to the dumb fat, ugly, rude bitch they were escaping from and cheating on.

I wish they knew how it feels to come home after a long day of work only to find yourself uncontrollable breathing, shaking, paranoid, sad, angry, frustrated, having a panic attack because some other bitch reminded me of them on tinder, so now I can't even dare date any new girls to move on from them.

My trust issues and intimacy scars are still there, strong in fold because of Jay and Ayunna. And I want consequences for both. I want them charged, fucked up in the face, beat till they can't fucking breathe, beat in the same spots in my back and my chest the exact same spots I feel those ptsd burns and pains.

I want them to burn just like they did me.

And it's stupid and senseless how they think they should even be claimed the victim and charge me with harassment to where I could go to jail and I didn't even touch them. I sent texts. So you're telling me my words hurt you that bad, you felt that threatened like a scared little fucking Karen, to get the cops called on me to take me to jail over some fucking texts?

Are you out of your fucking mind??? And you did even more worse shit to me??!! Bitch I can have yo ass go to jail for fraud, stealing money, and clothes from Walmart, and sexual assault, and fucking battery for punching me in my fucking leg because you thought it was funny. You had the audacity to ask me for my bank account numbers when I was drunk to where I couldn't even walk straight, same way you did when you hit me on my back when I could barely walk because you dares me to get high off of the whole blunt, you didn't care. Couldn't even defend myself because I was cross high...and you didn't even ask me for permission on some stupid bdsm shit.

Fucking hate yo black ass and the bitch that you with, still enabling you. Making me think I'm paranoid because I said I'm scared and I wanna leave. Yall made me think everything I did was wrong, and yall were entitled to gaslight me, humiliate me, and guilt trip into saying sorry for my reactions to being miserable and being mistreated, for even just walking out on yall when yall didn't even deserve shit from me.

Yall just wanted to control me, control my self esteem, control how I thought and how I felt about yall, just so you could torture me more for your stupid, sadistic, abusive sex toy, sex slave game. And I'm through with it. I hope the next bitch is smarter enough to catch on quicker and throw yall in jail, call the cops on yall. Let's see how you like being abused like that in there, you wouldn't like it if somebody did it to you, but you still do it to other people, then want to tag team the victim as if I'm in the wrong for being in pain. The pain that you started and brought up, cause yall got shit to deal with. Yo own daddy beat you till you got a cracked skull, so now you think its ok to beat me, because you still hurt by him?

LOOK IN THE FUCKING MIRROR JOCELYN YOU DOING IT JUST LIKE HIM!

FOLLOW IN YOUR DADDY FOOTSTEPS AND SEE WHERE IT GETS YOU.

I DONT CARE ABOUT THAT DUMB BITCH IN THE WHEELCHAIR THAT WHOOPED YO ASS TOO. SOUND LIKE YOU NEED TO HEAL FROM ALL THOSE FUCKING DEMONS INSTEAD TAKING ADVANTAGE OF GIRLS JUST LIKE ME AND THE OLD YOU.

YOU SUCK AT REDEEMING YOURSELF AND HAVE THE BALLS TO POINT THE FINGER AT ME WHEN I DIDN'T DO NOTHING BUT USE MY WORDS.

YOU THE BITCH THAT LIKE PUTTING YOUR HANDS ON WOMEN, CALLING US BITCHES, AND SLUTS, AND DEGRADING THEM JUST BECAUSE "oH iM tRaNs. I dOnT hAvE tO respect women."

You think you can push us around, tell us to bend over so you can penetrate us dry till we bleed, because you don't give a fuck about pleasing women either as a partner. No wonder ayunna asked me to fuck her. You don't like giving head, foreplay, boobs, none of that shit, but just torture it. Torture all of it.

You don't know how to be intimate, only abuse them and make fun of them. You're a tormenter and you'll always be like that. You don't even know how to make love to your soon to be wife, and it's been 2yrs and yall still engaged...the fuck who waits that long to be engaged and still sleeping with other ppl separately. Yall stupid, ignorant asses. Don't know nothing about sex, pleasing a woman, and making love.

No wonder yall separating everything. Even bought your own cats individually. Don't even know how to share or cooperate with other ppl. So damn controlling, you want other people to follow your damn orders with no input, no compromise. Like a fucking tyrant. It's your highway to hell. Lie in it. Die in it. I don't care. But trust, I will beat yo ass like you stole something the next time I see you and that dumb hoe you with. Cause she stupid too. Still letting you get a hall pass, when you can't even follow the rules you agreed to follow with her. You stupid cheating ass. Yall ain't shit.

[spiiderwiick]

Wick had been avoiding their home. When they did pop back there, it was always with an escort, and mostly they just fed and misted their bugs before scurrying back off.

They’d heard about what happened when Benrey had run into Patches earlier. They knew she was not in good shape. The spell had worn off but it seemed to be having longer lasting emotional effects. That or feeling for the first time in decades wasn’t sitting well with her. Whatever the case, Patches was self destructing off in the woods when she wasn’t being a problem for everyone else and she seemed to be having weird emotional hangups about people being nice to her.

Wick found themself wishing she would just stay there, but they knew things wouldn’t stay that way.

After what felt like ages but had probably only been closer to a week, they decided they couldn’t stay away from home any longer. It was quiet, aside from the distant sounds of beetle feet squeaking against the corners of their enclosure and the hum of the fridge. Somehow these sounds didn’t grant them any feeling of comfort and security.

The first night. Things were normal enough. They spent most of the entire time with a cloud of anxiety hanging over them of this is it this is the day she finally comes for me. But no clown came.

The second night more of the same. Wick did start to reflect on what little they had seen of her recently. Usually it was in chats they both frequented. Any time they showed up, she tended to quietly disappear. It was actually pretty nice.

Just for a little while, they let their guard down. They stopped spooking at every bump they heard in the night, and only spooked at half of them. It was progress.

Nothing lasted forever though.

It was on the fourth night that the hammer finally dropped.

Wick was winding down for the evening. They’d just fixed themself a nice mug of hot chocolate, something suitable for the cool, late summer evening. They found themself taking a peek into their backyard to see if the stars were out, but as they did, a red glint caught their eye. At first they figured it was a reflection of one of their devices in the kitchen or living room, they glanced behind them to check.

There was nothing shining red in here.

The eyes in the back of their head caught movement and they quickly turned to focus on what they knew deep down in their gut was going to be the clown.

Patches had made short work of the distance between them, and had her face and long, long claws pressed to the glass. That single red eye burning with hatred and fully focused on Wick.

Wick did not hesitate to bolt, and they were speedy when they wanted to be. As they ran, they tried to pull out their phone and send a hasty text.

Speed doesn’t beat magic, though, and Patches, despite her open hatred of it, was very magic. Bubbling goo in their hallway was the only warning they had before a clawed hand grasped their leg, toppling them and sending their phone with its half written text flying out of their reach.

Patches pulled herself from the puddle, her many hands grasping Wick’s flailing limbs as they kicked and struggled. They were strong but she was stronger, “If you even think about calling that freak here, I will gut you on the spot.” Wick stared up at her, horrified. There was no lingering sentimentality left in them, she noted, unlike with Benrey. Their voice stayed caught in their throat before they managed to squeak out a terrified question, “what do you want?”

This fear... She had missed it. Too many people had been getting bold and more interested in striking up deals than fearing her. Patches leaned in close, teeth bared as though she intended to bite their face off right there and then, which had admittedly crossed her mind, “I want to know why.”

Why...............? Wick’s mind was blank. Why what? What was she demanding an answer to? Wait... No they remembered now, “i... you were just a kid. even if i-it’s you i. wasn’t gonna just. leave a scared kid on their own.”

Just a kid. No. She had bit them, she had outright told them she had killed before. Anyone in their right mind, especially someone she had been tormenting for most of a year should have taken that chance to off her. She was sure this was the correct line of thinking and not her own distorted bias talking, “You don’t seriously mean to tell me you are so sentimental that you felt the need to protect me.”

Their eyes widen as one of her hands tightened dangerously close to their throat. In that moment they became convinced that his was definitely where they were going to die, “i- no i- i just-”

Tears welled in their eyes, they were so scared. They knew this was going to blow up in their face. They knew it the whole time. Why did they help her? Why did they have to be so nice? That was exactly what she wanted to know too, apparently, “it.. was to protect you. and everyone else from you. i didn’t want you to get hit by a car or to hurt anyone else in your panic.”

“And why not?” Wick flinched at the sharpness of her question.

“i don’t know! maybe i am just so fucking soft that i can’t wish bad shit happening to a baby!” It was a perfectly reasonable thing to be soft about, and they knew it. That didn’t stop them from feeling bad about it because a clown was angry and in their face because of it, unfortunately.

“But you didn’t stop there, did you?” Her voice was accusatory, furious, “Playing pretend? That fort? All those treats?”

Wick knew they’d be frustrated by this later, assuming they lived through this encounter. These sounded like the stupidest things to be angry about, “i don’t know what you want me to say? sorry for treating you like a fucking person instead of locking you in the garage like a feral demon cat???”

Ah. Apparently they were already frustrated enough to run their mouth. They had no idea what was the right course of action to take here. There was no running, Patches had them pinned to the ground and claws everywhere. There was no appealing to her sentimental side, she clearly didn’t have one anymore. They knew she had been literally trying to tear out whatever might have been there, in their eyes she had succeeded. Being nice to her was the opposite of what she seemed to want. Being mean to her felt like a good way to get into a game of escalation. All they could do was snark and hope that it was mean enough to not piss her off without escalating things.

Patches looked surprised by their answer, maybe even a little impressed. She was used to them freezing up when they were afraid of her. Patches of course, gave no indication of this and only continued to press with her claws, “Ah but what am I if not a feral demon cat, hm?”

Whatever snappy retort Wick was going to fire back caught in their throat yet again as the claws pressed harder. It felt like she was going to puncture their carapace soon and that thought brought a new wave of fear, “y-you’re just a heartless monster. is that what you want me to say? are you happy???”

While that had been what she was fishing for, it didn’t hit like she’d wanted it to. Some minuscule part of her felt hurt by the comment, some remnant leftover from the magic, she was sure. Clearly she had more carving to do, because she wasn’t happy. Nothing was fixing this pit she felt in her chest. All she wanted was for it to go away. She thought confronting Wick, hearing words of hatred, unfiltered by any niceties would do it.

It didn’t.

Nothing was helping. Maybe she should just off them. She’d been toying with them for almost a year. The thought had struck her more than once, and she hated whenever people brought them up as a reason she was softer than she let on. That would show everyone, wouldn’t it? Especially that Nero fellow.

Patches raised a hand, claws curled and ready to strike. Wick paled, this was it. They squeezed their eyes shut, bracing themself for the inevitable blow.

All the sickeningly sweet kindness they had shown her roiled in her mind, she let the memories rise to fuel her anger. All their sympathy, their thoughtfulness, their patience, their genuine kindness, even when they were terrified of her, how they pushed through it to show her that she didn’t have to be mean or evil. How she didn’t want to be bad, she was just scared and met with fear in turn. Being a monster didn’t mean she had to do monstrous things. No. No... That wasn’t what she wanted to think about.

She struck.

Her claws buried themselves deep.. Into the wood floor, right next to their head.

At first Wick thought the crunch was their own exoskeleton and that their nerves just hadn’t caught up with them yet. They cracked open their eyes to figure out what happened. Had someone stopped her?

They had hoped Benrey had decided to check up on them at just the right moment. Instead what they saw was the claws tearing deep gouges into their floor and an incredibly upset clown. Wick couldn’t place any of the emotions on her face, it was hard enough to read normally with its mask-like qualities and the near permanent grin she wore. They could feel her hands trembling where she had them pinned down. Was she having second thoughts about killing them?

Truth be told, even Patches was having trouble figuring it out. Decades of suppressing nearly all her emotions had left her terrible at identifying them. Everything was either cruel glee or anger with no in-between. There was anger there, that much she knew. Now however, it was directed at herself more than Wick. Why couldn’t she do this? Why hadn’t she done it earlier? Was she growing sentimental?

More nausea rose in her. This was supposed to be easy.

Patches found herself so rattled by her inability to kill them that she couldn’t even come up with some half baked excuse. It took her longer to notice her trembling hands than it did for Wick. Why was this happening? What was wrong with her? Damn it all. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She knew she was better than this.

Gritting her teeth, Patches hauled Wick off the ground to slam them back against the wall. She just needed to get back into it, she needed momentum. Glass picture frames crunched behind them and Wick cried out in pain, kicking their legs feebly in an attempt to keep her at bay. Patches drew back a hand and- The pit was back and it was growing. It was that same guilt she felt as a child when she realized that biting their hand had been wrong. Why? Why why why why why?

Shit.

She couldn’t do it.

Why couldn’t she do it?

Her grip faltered and Wick dropped to the ground like a gangly sack of potatoes. Before they could do or say anything, she withdrew into goo, vanishing into the night.

It was Wick’s turn to be a trembling mess now. Their life had flashed before their eyes twice in the span of two minutes. What had just happened? She wanted to kill them, they knew that much, but something had stopped her. Did she have a conscience now? Was there still some shred of good in her?

Wick decided they didn’t care. They crawled down the hall to reach their phone. The screen had cracked from the impact. They sat back against the wall as the tears started to trickle down their face. They could barely type or proofread what they were writing.

Whatever. They sent the garbled message. Now to wait and try to remember to breathe.

#drabble #f2f #jpstandsforjustpatches

[twistedsimblr]

So last night or the other night Trev kind of inspired me about M.K here. Because Trev has his own characters but I really got thinking. Still following Trev told me I should make him his own race so perhaps being half and half of this and that that I should possibly do something else.

So just now I just got thinking, Because logic can basically be tossed aside in the sims verse.

M.K really doesn’t have a clue what he truly is, Hes thought he was part demon part vampire with a tiny bit of human. Maybe that’s what people label him as and to an extent maybe it’s true.

But what if M.K is actually really  thought to be extinct breed of ancient vampiric alien monsters that found thier way on earth after wiping depleting most of the aliens you see in game (which have since bounced back thanks to a few intelligent ones who took shelter) literally this alien species had a predator and his race was thier predator his ancestors would trap these aliens by kind of creating a shroud of darkness around them, so they couldn’t run anywhere. They’d freeze up in fear as they would literally fuck with their mind bringing forth thier most terrifying fears, (which is something he can also do but doesn’t use those abilities as much as he did in prison plus because its such a powerful ability it really exhausts him and he ends up getting nose bleeds because of it) But it literally can drive someone to commit suicide. 

 Which the prison system found useful because it would make death look and come back as inconclusive like unfortunate and sudden So they struck a deal with M.K when he was in prison for some time while smuggling  He was sentenced to ten years but it was shorted to about 5 years If he “worked” with them because they were afraid of him I mean I don’t know about you but I’d feel a bit uncomfortable around a guy whose 6′3 and half depending on his hair lmao  and about 318-325 of solid fit fat muscle lmao You work with him not against him. This was after their little testing thing where they believed vampirism was a virus made him sick with flu like symptoms but did not “cure him” this would happen a few times a month to avoid suspicion they were abusing inmates. 

 When M.K was born everyone thought normalish alien and that his mothers death was just complications. He was a big ass baby like 10 pounds which is very big lol but it would soon be discovered he was ... unique abilities He was discovered by a  strong vampire I would say maybe a Brujah type of vampire found him  (This is where he developed his gun skills and other fighting skills He’s also a damn good thief  with magician like precision and dress style lol  when he was still young.It was his criminal family for a time he also learned to read there and so on and somehow became educated mostly on things he needed to know.So he’s not the most educated but he read books when he got his hands on some  But that alien part of him helped him later building a rocket in his basement lol. 

 He would grow fast with a sharp wit  and reflexes demonstrate abilities they themselves didn’t have as well as some they had.

But it was that second dark form that had them so intrigued He would become almost feral a beast almost . So he was feared and respected but was was taken advantage of and was punished if he refused once he started to realize this . He grew tired of “clans” And jumped in and out of many who also wanted to take advantage of how unique he was.

 He was hard to work not one to be tied down to “loyalty but they wanted  him so badly due to the fact he was so unique ” he was a rebel  and often would participate in blood sports which is fighting till someone is beaten to a bloody pulp and dies. He earned the name Big Cat by his finishing move which was a bite and hold to the neck taking a big chunk of them with him as he tore himself away he would usually finish this in his second dark form that they were all intrigued by. Which was a reflection of his ancient ancestors a part of him a much larger twisted version of himself that moved very much like a cat 

When Meg says no to him he doesn’t really take that very well However, instead of intimidate her he’s a very very good manipulator but he approaches this with his sweetness of character he’s always had but due to his lifestyle had to kind of hide. People used him, disguising it as caring about him  He learned to use that to his advantage however and sometimes would fuck clans over and cause them to clash with one another. He soon became hated and was casted out

. Meg is the only person who genuinely cared about him and for a while it took a tiny bit to realize this as he wasn’t 100% loyal to her at first  before they were married So when she didn’t show up at this underground club he constantly frequented where she was a server  Which for a human he thought she was daft for as it was a club mostly for super naturals and aliens in disguise (that was onto on one of the largest underground black markets  Where he often delivered illegal goods hell even people for trafficking didn’t think much of it.

But there was something about that tiny woman she wasn’t a super model and many tried and pined for his attention sometimes succeeding sometimes not. But his heart was never in it ... She was different like him. She wasn’t afraid to be different and embraced she was different. And that pulled him in like a powerful magnet. They sort of became friends ... it was also the reason why NOBODY gave her any trouble because M.K made quite a name for himself

So a few days after she disappeared he actually started to worry and did some investigating after receiving a tip from another smuggler who transported a bunch of females and one of them was human who mentions Malikor.And asked if they knew him.. which they said they did and passed along the tip.  

He finds her location and pretends he’s interested in buying a living doll a toy that once trained and broken would obey its master whether it be to cook clean or perform sexual acts or favors for them. A companion. Hell you could get a male if you wanted. Nobody was safe. Humans were mostly a victim but aliens too were not safe. 

Meg was not very obedient rebellious and labeled. For Experienced handlers only.  When told how she almost bit off a buyers uh bits ( she was almost forced to give a blow job)  to try to deter him he simply smiled and said “ I like my women kinky” Before he knocked out the guy watching over her tent  Meg didn’t know it was him at first until he entered her holding area complete with a sizeable bed a vanity for make up and a dresser for clothing (showers were taken else where and female employees took over that part to get them ready for prospective buyers everyday their hair and make up would be done. Given wigs if needed ) Also they took breaks every hour or so to freshen up 

 She wasn’t given a nice one due to her bad behavior the mentality is kinda like wake up this would be you in rags if you don’t smarten the fuck up and do as your told. When he entered  her area he saw that she wasn’t treated very well it looked like shed been whipped  or flogged what ever but she had marks all over her body. Her initial reaction was to stand at attention so he could or the buyer could get a look at her like some kind of fine car. 

Even test her out. Her face flushed and she became scared and said to him. “Just... just do what you need to do... I won’t resist.”  Though I don’t know why you’d want to... She hugged herself tighter. You can request a bag for my head if you’re into that. 

Judging by how tall he was it wasn’t going to be fun.  For the first time in his life where he’d normally be quick to drop his pants he didn’t.He felt ... sad for her.

 Even though she was wearing something way more revealing than what he typically saw her in She tried to hide herself from him   just took a good look at her slightly running his hands on her almost teasing her and then bent at the waist to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear that sent a chill down her spine. “I’m buying you out of here.”

Upon getting her out He tells her she’s free to go despite him having the contract or reciept of her purchase which he tore up. Just before he leaves however Meg breaks down and explains why she hadn’t been around she lost everything her apartment everything she had nothing. And had been living at work but found herself down below. M.K seeing her upset tells her she can stay with him till she gets back on her feet ...But not with out doing him a couple of favors.

It was more of a self confidence building favor He’d pick out what she wore and everyday it got more and more revealing until one day he didn’t pick out anything at all.;) hid the other clothes so she couldn't find them  it was a slow gradual thing he did as they got closer and more romantic with each other... She never did leave obviously lmao...

#longpost #saviorhide

[starry-bi-sky]

Malevolent Au

It’s not complete, but on the Felinette Discord we made an au based off the song ‘Queen of Mean’!

@unmaskedagain idk if this’ll help you get ideas, since I found your fic after I made the au, but I hope you like it anyways!

Me - Black, Bee - Orange, Lefty - Blue

Okay but guys

A modified version of ‘Queen Of Mean’ as an akumanette

Idk if this has a bittersweet ending or a bad ending but either way it’s salty and not ending in the class’s favor

Her akuma item would probably be her ribbons because I don’t want that for tikki

I’m thinking that Akumanette has an outfit that looks like a suit but there’s a skirt-tail type thing that ends at her ankles. Idk how to explain it other than it’s fancy but practical

It’s black and red

There’s black paint on her face that serves as the mask and she has her hair in a braided ponytail and she has a circlet with black framing and a red gem in the center

She’s terrifying and one of the more fashionable akumas

I don’t have the story fully fleshed out but smth happens that Lila blames Marinette for and Alya, when she’s yelling at Marinette, calls her the ‘Queen of Mean’ and Marinette, tired of literally everything just says ‘if that’s what you think, then fine’ in this really cold tone before storming off

Maybe she goes to the theater room or something, she just goes to an empty classroom to rant

She’s too exhausted to fight back the akuma and maybe Tiki says ‘you deserve a break, it’s not healthy to keep all these emotions bottled up, I know you won’t do anything bad’ but just to be safe Marinette takes out the earring before the akuma gets close so it possesses the ribbons instead

Akumanette (who I will be calling Malevolent for the time being) manages to get CN’s ring and the other miraculi too, but instead of going to Hawkmoth she goes to her room to hide them before going on the hunt for Hawkmoth because she needs his miraculous too

I have no doubt that she toys with them, picking them off one by one

Then gets Hawkmoth in a big spectacular moment

Or maybe she's made copies of the miraculous for cosplay and goes to meet him with those, the old switcheroo and she takes him out while hes distracted

Could be interesting if, as part of her power, she could corrupt the miraculouses and give them to the people who upset/offended her. But instead of giving them powers, they were warped to instead punish the wearer in a way that fits the miraculous's original intent. Kinda a reversal on the way she gave out the miraculouses and granted powers before. Like, the Black Cat Miraculous, it causes the person to relive their most painful memories as the element of destruction, and the fox one forces the wearer to tell the truth no matter what, or traps them in an illusion or something.

And maybe how she goes to a new school. And meeting the others was maybe when shes revealed as the akuma she claims shes had enough of her classmates shit and exposes what they did to her live on tv and her parents transfer her because of all the stress they put her under. She's never become an akuma before. And just because of one lying little brat, their daughter has become one of the strongest akumas they've ever seen

And she gives the miraculi back to Fu apologizing out her butt for everything...but he just lets her keep the earrings, fearing that something grander may be at scale...but he refuses to give the ring back to Adrien because had he been by Mari's side, they wouldve been able to prevent the akuma and help Mari over come Lie-la.

And now Fu chooses a new Black Cat for Mari....

I would assume that the peacock is still lost....maybe Adri could find it amd becomes determined to get both his ring and. "His" lady back from that Fake Cat

And maybe before the ring gets taken Adrien has no idea who the akuma is because Marinette returns to class all normal if just closed off and even after he doesn’t know until it’s revealed to everyone. The whole of Paris is wondering where tf LB is everyone Malevolent shows her face

Or she could claim that she took the earrings before Ladybug even had a chance~

So the whole of Paris is rightly terrified

And the QK kids are slightly cautious but they see the nerd trip and get flustered then they just decide that she's totally fine to hang out with

Ooh why would they be cautious?

The QK would totally be the ones to find out Marinette’s the akuma first and they’re all really concerned for their friend because she’s been an akuma for MONTHS now and what happened that made her such a powerful akuma?

But if she just transformed back and went to the new school, wouldnt u be cautious too

Like

ThTS THE GIRL WHO BROUGHT PARIS TO ITS KNEES TO BEG FOR MERCY

and she chose mercy

Imagine...what it would take to bring her, the strongest akuma to kill all of Paris

(I should probably point out that I’m still going off the idea that Marinette is still Malevolent when she goes to her new school, feel free to ask for clarification if you’re still confused)

“Be wary of the quiet ones, the sweet ones, the kind ones, because they’re the ones with the saddest smiles, the darkest pasts. They’re the ones you watch out, for even demons run when good men go to war.”

Hawkmoth, once he realizes that Malevolent is on the prowl for him, tries to call back the akuma, but because of Marinette’s sheer stubborn will power and the help of Nooroo he can’t do it

So he’s basically useless as Malevolent numbers his days as a super villain

Maybe Malevolent only comes out at night. She has less chance of being seen, less chance of being caught

Except that just makes her 10x more terrifying because in the daylight she’s scary enough as it is, but at night the shadows highlight only half of her face and it makes her harder to see

Maybe Malevolent decides to torment her classmates first before picking off the heroes, so perhaps by the time she’s at her new school and prowling at night she’s picking off the heroes one by one

Maybe she does it slowly instead of night by night

And like the first half is her taking the heroes and Hawk down while the other half if her recovering and learning about the new villain and her new allies

She fucking stalks her classmates, planting incriminating evidence. Maybe for Lie-la she records the girl bragging about her lies and how much shes dragged Mari through the mud while shes at home, then the next morning a video is released on the Ladyblog....

The class is rightly scared out of their pants because there’s an akuma after them but they don’t know who and she hasn’t been caught yet

LB is gone and Malevolent, even in the daylight, is hard to see so other than the major bad luck and her first debut there’s almost no trace of her

Her debut was video taped so Paris knows that there’s an akuma on the loose but she’s so quiet that it leaves everyone on edge

Maybe while Malevolent is hunting Hawkmoth she stops other villains like low level (and high profile) criminals and outs corrupt politicians and the likes

And they've obviously taken poor Mari because Mari could never get akumatized! Shes too good!

Oooh!! Going back on the ‘Mari can change out of villain form’ maybe the only proof she’s Malevolent in her civilian form is that her ribbons are a darker red than they should

And poor Mari makes herself smaller and scared hah, as if. These idiots dont know whats gonna hit them.... she looks...terrified~

Her parents try and reassure her that the akuma will be caught and Mari feels bad for tricking them but at the same time she’s still angry so that anger outweighs the guilt

Marinette is paler than she was before akumatization and maybe her eyes are a bit more dull

Or perhaps just a smidge too bright

It’s not noticeable, but there’s just something.. off about her eyes

They look... almost brighter than they should be

Maybe too attentive

Too... analytical

But then the look is gone and perhaps you were just imagining it?

That seems likely

The QK, when they first meet Marinette, adopt her immediately because she’s so pale and small and she looks so tired

And at first Marinette is wary but after Claude trips and falls flat on his face trying to cheer her up she warms up to them

Then one day someone gets a clear full body shot of Malevolent and while QK are looking at it Marinette approaches them and they start noticing... similarities

Like how her ribbons are the same color as her circlet, or how her eyes hold the same wary attentiveness and are the same bright blue

And maybe they try to deny it

But it’s all there

I’m still trying to figure out how Marinette reveals herself as Malevolent

Perhaps a rude encounter with her classmates? Maybe someone tries attacking her friends (Hawkmoth has resorted to using the peacock miraculous at the point maybe) and she saves them??

When she transforms her ribbons wrap around her in a whirlwind

That’s all we got!! Maybe it’ll be continued on, maybe it won’t, but it was super fun to think up!

#personal post #malevolent au #ml salt #felinette discord #adrien salt #felinette #akumatized marinette #akumanette #akumatized marinette dupain cheng

[m00nchildthings]

Little Witch pt. 1

Author’s note: This story is actually probably the longest I have ever written😭I had to cut it into two parts, this first one part is only rated T+ so be careful 

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 Familiars were tricky and malevolent creatures, demons that were so lowly in the castes of hell that they lived life better off in the land of mortals then they would in their own native realm. Not that any of them would be humble enough to admit it though. Most familiars stayed under the care of witches for protection, being incapable of possession made them extremely susceptible to attacks by clergymen. Most lands decreed that any demon living as a witch's charge were free of fear of clergy assault, as long as said witch could manage them. For witches, handling a familiar was a precocious balancing act at best and a near soul threatening experience at the worst, especially during their times of rut. This was when only keeping one familiar in service, which is why so many gave you confused looks when you stated that you kept not one but two under your gifted hand.

Izuku was your first familiar, a small token gifted to you by your mother the eve before you set off to live yourself as every young witch does when they hit that special age. A small rabbit daemon, one of the easiest to handle, was her gift to you. His eyes were a clear emerald and his pelt a slick black that shone green whenever the moonlight encased him. He was a very helpful familiar as far as they went and you were very appreciative of the fact. After near hermiting yourself away in a decent size hut not too far from a village, you found Izuku to be a very beneficial part of your day to day life. Whenever you were off in the town square buying food and supplies for the week you could always count on Izuku to scamper off and find you roots and herbs for your potion. Or in his human form he would help you around the house cleaning and organizing your books for you. He even seemed interested in your craft, helping you with concocting potions and studying spells.

Now handling Izuku was fairly easy, at least in comparison to the horror stories you heard, during his roots. All it took was a snug leather collar with a calming charm placed on it to keep him from humping anything within a five-foot radius (including you.) Throw in some romance novels of yours for him to read and staying out late at taverns to give him alone time with his hand and Izuku was fairly decent to stand. You just had to make sure to ignore his eyes on you at night as you slept.

The second familiar you kept was very different to your snuffly little Zuzu. Katsuki as he went by was an absolute brat that wasn’t grateful for anything you had done for him whatsoever.  It had only been a few months since you had found him after leaving the local butcher to make your way home to Izuku. A group of kids were toying with the poor battered creature, a pure white canine with a clergy trap biting into his ankle blood matting his fur. After shooing away the little bastards you pried open the chat wincing as the teeth of the trap sliced your fingers. He stared up at you with one big red eye before groaning and going limp. You took the poor thing home and cleaned his wounds shoving Izuku away as he came to snuff around the new daemon. For the first few days Katsuki was fine to be around, as his wounds healed, he mostly rested, coming in and out of sleep as he gained back his strength. He was quiet and agreeable letting you bathe him to redress his wounds and even crooning as you held his head to feed him. This calm quiet Katsuki lasted for exactly for the first week he lived in your small home.

The moment he regained his strength it became apparent what a brute Katsuki was as he uprooted your life from its regular calm feeling. Whenever you went out to gather supplies you returned home to find your Izuku cowering in the corner and Katsuki standing in the middle of your ruined living room, smoke billowing off of your singed furniture. He constantly berated Izuku, cursing and complaining about every little thing he could find. He constantly picked fights with Izuku it wasn’t an uncommon sight to come home to find Katsuki pinning Izuku to the ground as your poor bunny kicked at his tummy trying to worm from your grasp. It got to the point that you would have to keep him chained in the cellar and bring Izuku out with you as your familiar refused to be left alone with Katsuki. As ever docile as he was you found Izuku complaining about keeping him around.

“Mistress,” he whined walking beside you in the town square “why must we keep him with us he’s rude and aggressive and has only made life harder for us since you took him in.”

“Zuzu,” you scolded “you know very well why we can’t just throw him out, the clergy would get to him, besides, he’s probably just defensive being in a new environment after such a traumatic experience, we have to be patient with him.”

“But he’s so disruptive,” Izuku huffed crossing his arms as you stopped by a fruit vendor “he’s taking up so much of your time, you don’t have time to practice, time for me- “

“Time for you?” you raised an eyebrow placing a few plums into your satchel, paying the vendor and walking away “perhaps your annoyance comes less from our new friends’ unruly nature and more from a place of, dare I say it, jealousy?”

“I’m not jealous of him!” Izuku exclaimed red smattering underneath his freckles “I’m worried about you, mistress,”

“And why is that Zuzu?”

“Rutting season is coming, and if this is how he acts on the regular, imagine how he’ll be during his time,” he turned to you placing an hand on your arm “you might not be safe mistress,”

You paused mulling over what your familiar had said eyebrows furrowing, he wasn’t wrong. You had grown comfortable with keeping a familiar with easily suppressed ruts, cat daemons were notoriously known for having aggressive ruts. You had overheard a friend of your mothers as she stopped by from afternoon tea, confiding in your mother that her own cat daemon had been so difficult she had no choice to put aside her pride and pull down her panties to keep piece in her house. It was seen as very taboo for a witch to lay with her familiar, shameful even, to be seduced in the bedroom by such a lowly daemon. You yourself had been worried about what would happen when rut time would come with your new household member to worry over.

“Don’t worry my fluffy little companion,” you placed a hand on his cheeks smiling as his eyes closed and he nuzzled into your palm “I’ll be fine, you should worry about how you’ll be dealing with your time of the year,”

                                       ……………………………………….

It had been about nearly a week since you and Izuku had your little conversation, and you had begun to notice the signs of rut season in your daemons. Izuku was becoming much more grating constantly moving around your stuff in your room rubbing against everything and even snapping back at Katsuki when he would try to intimidate him. Katsuki became the exact opposite of his usual self, at least towards you. He would stalk you silently through your own home eyeing you like prey as you sat reading in your armchair. It had gotten to the point where you would step out of your bath to find Katsuki waiting outside your washroom nostrils flared as he stared down at you, pupils slit. You almost felt scared in your own home, almost. You had two daemons about to reach a sexual peak and you were only fairly sure you could keep one of them in check. This especially became apparent to you one day as you were working on charming Izuku’s heat collar.

“That won’t work on a daemon like me you know,” Katsuki had grunted from across your kitchenette “I’m twice as fucking powerful at that little runt you keep running after you,”

“Well what do you suggest I do to make this time easier for you Katsuki,” you say not looking up from your work “did you not have a witch before me to help you through these times?”

“Yes,” he said pacing closer to you as you worked rubbing the salve into the leather.

“Well what did she do Kats- “you paused at the hot wet feeling of breath on the back of your neck, his toned arms came to rest on either side of you. Your body seized as you felt his nose bury into your hair and take a deep inhale.

“She was a good little witch and let me fuck her cunt till I was through,” your eyes widened as you turned your head to stare at him. His red eyes bore into yours as a lecherous grin spread across his face.

“Come on,” he said leaning down to rub his nose against your cheek “little witches like you act like little prudes till you got a big fat daemon cock in your face, let’s just skip the theatrics and get to the part where I’m balls deep in that little witch cunt of yours,” he groaned throatily pressing his hips into you, grabbing your neck just under your jaw lifting your head to face him. You shuddered feeling his massive print against your back wondering what it would feel like to have it pressed inside your-

“Mistress” you heard Izuku’s voice, cold and unnervingly steady from across the room, your eyes shot over to Izuku who eyes were glued onto you and Katsuki. You immediately regained your composure pushing Katsuki away from you. Izuku kept his eyes trained on Katsuki glaring at him as you made your way over to him collar in hand. He took it from you when you offered it to him, but his eyes didn’t leave his fellow daemon.

Tag : @icythotsenpai

#bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha bakugou #bakugou #midoriya izuku #midoriya bnha #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia #boku no hero x reader #witch #bnha au #boku no hero academia au #mha #my hero academia au #my writing

[thesunshinebunny]

The incubi with an s/o that’s an Egyptian queen in their under realm

Uuuuuhhhh nice, I really like it. If I see you guys looooove it like I do, I’ll make a oneshot !!! Before starting, a little clarification. The S/O have their tattoos and skin in esmerald shade (sorry if it is not your favorite color) and can transformed into a snake of the same color, apart from being able to change the size depending on the situation; Aaaaand they can also transform into a black cat.

Let’s Goooooooo

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James

Both of tou met when The Demon Lord suggested that a marriage agreement between the two realms would facilitate the attainment of more power and strength.

James didn’t really like the idea of ​​marriage, and you less.

Buuut, keep a badasssss look you guys, no matter the circunstancies.

You and your parents traveled to his kingdom and let’s say the meeting between you five wasn’t the most pleasant.

Your parents accepting the offer, but only if you agreed to marry James, otherwise, there would be no agreement.

You on the other side, indifference to the whole situation, just wishing to get into the first library you saw and stay there until departure.

A shy and extremly nervous incubbaby James.

The Demon Lord angry AF, threatening to invade your kingdom if you didn’t accept marriage.

Aaaaanyway, bad first meetings to the side, you saw James again in the throne room when you were reading a huge book about war tactics.

“Who do you think you are, sittting comfortably on the king’s throne?”

That fucking imp, since you arrived he doesn’t leave you alone. Wherever you go, this bastard always has a criticism to make.

“It should be an action of treason, just waits until The Demon Lord knows about this, you’ll regr…”

“Leave her alone, NOW”

James to the rescue, anyone doubt it for a moment?

The imp left, cursing under his breath.

“Forgive his habits of meddling where they don’t call him, it’s quite irritating.”

“Yes, too much. It wasn’t necessary for you to came to defend me, if he had continued a little longer I would have injected my poison. He would have been paralyzed for a few days, damn spawn. ”

poison? James.exe stops working

You had to transform yourself so the poor baby could understand.

James.exe loves it

And when you stayed in a naga version, he may have discovered a new kink.

Leaving the “arranged” marriage, you really got along, even on the days you stayed in his kingdom, a little love story could’ve been born.

Heartbroken when you had to return to your kingdom.

The two of you gave each other a small memory to not forget.

You gave him a small jar with your poison to use in that unfortunate servant.

He gave you one of his favorite books.

More heartbroken to know he leaves with his brothers to the human world, leaving you behind, alone.

Erik

Both of you met in the gardens of your kingdom (strange thing, right?)

For some strange reason, which wasn’t an arranged marriage or an alliance, The Demon Lord decided to visit your parents’ kingdom, and with him he took James and Erik.

While The Demon Lord and his “favorite heir” had a private audience with your parents, Erik was allowed to roam the long, heated halls of the castle.

Your fucking kingdom is very veeeeeeeeeeery hot, what the hell !!

He found a large entrance with the rarest and most startling flowers he has ever seen and, out of simple and obvious curiosity, he passed the threshold, to end up up encountering an immense garden.

An incredible view if I say so myself.

And speaking of views … your emerald skin positioned in the middle of the garden could called the attention of any demon.

“Ah! Aren’t you a beautiful sight? I wouldn’t be bother to melt on your beautiful skin. ”

If looks could kill … your kingdom would already be at war with Erik’s.

“Is that how you generally introduce yourself? Without saying your name or bothering to know it of the other person with whom you blatantly try to flirt? ”

Matthew voice You’re going to need some cold water for that burn.

“I’m sorry, you’re totally right, it wasn’t my intention to disrespect you in that way. My sincere apologies ”

Okey-dokey, leaving bad impressions aside, let’s go to the good.

His stay in your castle made the free and boring time before your coronation more enjoyable.

Taking care of the garden.

Reading poems.

Allow Erik to participate in political meetings between the two kingdoms.

Long nights talking about everything and nothing.

You promised to see each other again on your coronation’s day.

Spend some time alone after so much stress.

Breakfast with the dawn.

Among many other sweet things.

But that meeting never happened.

Sam

First very bad impression.

At first he thought you were one of his damn father’s new wives. He received you with enough servers and put together a great banquet to introduce you to his sons.

With the cards on the table and Sam understanding you were actually going to be betrothed by one of the incubrothers, his angry face broke down.

Sam being Sam, he denied the option of being a suitor in that damn arranged marriage.

He tried to avoid you most of the time you were in the palace.

No speaking, No eye contact, nothing.

It started to be irritating.

He thought you were a silly princess who needed thousands of servants to survive and that your only goal in your pathetic life was to marry and be queen.

He had the audacity to say it in the throne room when you confronted him for being so rude.

He turned his back on you before you could even open your mouth and went to the door.

“I don’t think you know who you’re talking to”

You reached him in a second, like…how the fuck?

He then notice your esmerald naga form, with emerald snake eyes.

Fucking badass if he say so.

Maybe a little turn on.

He took his time to meditate and apologize. His pride didn’t let him looked at you in the eye.

He talks to you whenever he feels alone in this big fucking castle. He starts to enjoy your company too.

Loves when you become a snake to scare away his servants.

You may or may not let him get on your tail and take a quick and small walk in the … gardens? Back of the castle? Whatever

You are there when he need towreak his anger from a bad day.

He tried to take you with him and his brothers to the human world, but for you, it was impossible.

“I am the only heir to my parents’ kingdom, I am devoted to my people, I can’t abandon them”

You may have seen him shed a tear before he crossed the portal.

And that was the last time you see each other, for 10 long years.

Matthew

While walking through the palace inventing new toys, he saw a small black spot moving with the corner of his eye.

When he turned his head, that spot was gone.

Back to bussines then.

But before he could even think of a new design, he felt something brush his leg.

He looked down and a little black cat with big emerald eyes was stroking his leg with its head.

He have diessss for cutenes !!!

He’s stroking his head for a while when an imp of his father appeared inside the map.

“It’s amazing that The Demon Lord continues to let you live in his castle, you’re nothing more than an immature and childish demon”

Matthew was already used to this kind of comment and it was better to ignore them than to confront them.

But apparently a certain cat did not think the same.

What was once a small feline with black fur, was now a huge emerald snake two meters long.

The snake squeezed the damn imp until he goes violet and left him unconscious for a good while.

Matthew may have been scared a little.

BUT… low key sattisfac.

“What would you do without me, sweet cheeks?”

He was taken back by the previous transformation that didn’t realized that the snake was now a succubus of emerald eyes and tattoos.

He never knew that a succubus could look good with snake’s eyes.

Also, whe he knew you’re a QUEEN?!?!?!

Fuck yeah !! You’re even more hotter.

Loves to give you some of his toys, even the weird ones.

Absolutly LOVES when he cooks for you..oh, OH, no, delate that. HE REAAAALLLY LOVES when both of you go to the fucking kitchen and cook the fucking living shit for the both of us.

Every plate cames out more delicious than the previous one.

He give you a few recipes for you to try in your kingdom at the time of your departure.

Cooking is a way to remember the sweetness and love that Matthew managed to give you during the few days you were in his castle.

That habit becomes a nightmare when a servant entered the kitchen to warn you that the children from The Demon Lord went to the human world.

The cake you planned to send was scattered all over the floor.

Damien

He was being ridiculed by one of his “father’s” trusted servants when he met you.

“It’s only a matter of time before The Demon Lord throw you out of the castle like a malnourished dog.”

Do you know what is the worst? Not the heartbreaking comments, but Damien getting used to hearing them.

“It is a miracle that you are still alive despite the non-existent food that we are allowed to give you. You are nothing but a hindrance to everyone here, why don’t you do us a favor, including you, and leave before our lord … “

The servant was paralyzed and turned violet … apart from falling to the ground completely rigid.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt? Do you need something? ”

An angel sent from heaven.

Regain your composure Damien !!!!

His little knight to the rescue

Ok, I’m done.

Hidden readings in the library at the time he told you about his illiteracy.

Even once in a while you allow him to read your mind to continue learning to read and pronounce the letters.

Ancient and current Egyptian writing and reading classes.

Human language writing classes.

Talks in one of his brothers’ rooms.

“How can you become a snake?”

“Why doesn’t the color of your tattoos match the one of your eyes?”

“Do you spend a lot of energy transforming?”

“Can you avoid reading people’s minds?”

Oopss, delicate subject.

When you returned to your kingdom, you gave him a small mirror which had a twin in another part of the realm (more specifically your castle)

When he wanted, both of you could see each other from a distance and you could continue teaching him.

You broke the mirror the last time you saw Damien through it.

You saw him … in human clothes, in the human world, and he didn’t have the decency to warn you … or to take you with him.

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Prey . Dark Ubbe X OC

Summary: During a raid a woman tries to escape from a Heathen in the night of the forest. It was a game of cat and mouse….One-shot.

Word count: 2747

Warning: Non-con, triggering and all dark Ubbe taking what he desires.

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The rumbling thunder surrounded the village. The storm wasn't a big one as everyone had predicted so not a lot of worry was made over it. The rain wasn't heavy either, only a soft shower sprinkling over every garden and grass to consume. It was supposed to be a peaceful night.

Gwen was wrapped up in her furs, gaining the warmth and comfort with the sounds of the rain outside filling her dreams. It was a peaceful lullaby. This was disturbed when a heavy rumble shook the home and she was still half asleep.

It was nothing, she had told herself this and went to go back to her deep slumber. Another noise broke out through the night and it sounded rather different.

It didn't come from the storm.

She stirred in her sleep again. Scrunching her eyes she rolled onto her other side. There it was again, a faint thump of timber hitting together. She sat up from her bed and rubbed her eyes feeling an overwhelming swell of tiredness sweeping over her.

Lighting her candle she carried it in her hand with her feet padding out of her room and towards to source of the sound. It led her to the kitchen where she saw she had forgotten to lock a window. Sighing heavily she closed it shut and locked it.

As she did this she noticed a few lights from outside in the distance. She wondered about seeing it and couldn't help but stare out more to see who would be up at the late hour and would go out in the middle of the night in a storm.

Her thoughts were shaken away when the sound of glass shattering was heard from a home not far from her. Then, a piercing scream filled the village Heathen’s.

Gwen realised what was happening. She didn’t think about anything else as she blew out her candle and dashed out her back door. There was no time to grab anything, not that she had anything of value, but she didn't change her clothes, grab a coat or anything.

She ran and hopped over stone hedges while holding her skirts up to make it easier to move. Her nightgown is soaked in under a minute. The rain was no help as her feet sloshed through the mud almost making her trip a few times. Looking ahead of her she saw others were trying to escape as well into the forest in hopes of losing sight of the heathen’s. It was her only chance as well.

With the storm, rain, screaming and homes being torn apart, she can’t think of anything else and soon found herself in the thicket of the forest, others not far apart from her as they try to find a hiding spot.

Some climbed trees to the top, others tried to find caves, while many more kept on running thinking they'd get far enough to escape. She took the last choice since she is already doing it and can’t think about anything else other than running.

The sound of approaching loud steps was heard through the thunder. They were getting closer. Others that were too slow let out screams as they were cut down by blades or kept alive as slaves.

Their screams and pleads were ignored.

She could feel her legs starting to feel like jelly and a throbbing ache pinches at her calves and thighs. She didn’t give up though. She forced herself to keep running and lifted her soaked skirts up higher, pushing all her remaining strength she has left. Soon she found herself in lead of the chase, and alone. With the darkness of the forest it was difficult to see much other than the shrubs that smacked into her face, and then her foot got caught in a root forcing her to fall face first into the icky mud and leaves. Her body felt numb but that doesn’t stop her from slowly moving onto her hands and knees and weakly crawl her way forward.

Suddenly a boot came down on top of her back and pushed her into the earth ground. A painful cry left her lips at the sudden loss of air and can’t prevent the chocked sob too. She was caught.

"The more you struggle, the worse you're making it for yourself."

The harsh gruff voice spoke above her. It sounded so foreign. A thick accent that sent chills down her spin, and didn’t even realise they spoke in her language at first. She was too scared to move and remained where she was with her cheek pressed against the mud and silent tears leaving her eyes.

The boot was lifted and she felt a rough hand gripping in her hair and lifted her up. She cried out at the harsh treatment and she felt her scalp burn like her head is on fire. She was then faced by her captor.

In the poor lighting she somehow managed to see the heathen breathing down on her. His frightening dark figure only caused her to whimper more, petrified of the stranger and felt more warm tears streaming down her cheeks with the rain. Ubbe looked down at the trembling woman with a satisfied grin.

He lifted the fire touch he carried to her face. The sudden brightness and heat radiating from the flame caused her to close her eyes tightly and lower her head away.

“You’re very beautiful.” He chuckled lightly as he forced her to look up at him.

She saw the blood dripped from his face, a couple landing on her, causing her to try and break away from the demon that had a hold on her.

The rain had wet her wrists enough for her to slip out of his hold but fell back onto the mushy earth. Ubbe grinned at her weak attempts and tossed his fire touch aside and gripped the axe tightly in his palms as he slowly advanced towards her.

“N-no please! Pleasepleaseplease, don’t kill me!” She tried crawling back away from the approaching heathen with weak attempts. Her body was too tired to move.

He wasn’t going to kill her. She was too pretty.

With rough hands he picked up the screaming woman and had her over his shoulder, ignoring her punches against her back and carried her back to their camp. At some point Gwen had passed out.

When she regained conscious she found herself lying on a pile of furs inside a tent. Voices could be heard from outside, shouted orders and shuffling feet against the wet mud.

She went to move only to discover both her wrists and ankles were bound together and a she felt herself panic as she desperately struggled against the rope by yanking at them in hopes of getting free.

"Don't even bother trying," The familiar voice made her squeak out in fright and she looks at her captor.

Her puffy red eyes stared at the frightening man who stood at the flaps of the tent. Everything about him looked terrifying. She tried scooting back on the furs when he strolls over to her. She whimpered weakly and hid her face in her lap in hopes for some sort of protection.

“You can’t hide from me.” His words made her jump out of her trembling skin. His rough hands grip into her hair again and yanked back, earning a pained broken sob from her.

“I don’t like to be ignored. You will answer to me, understood?”

“Y-yes…” Her sore eyes plead to him for no more pain he was currently giving her with his fist in her hair.

“Word of advice, behave, you’ll survive longer.” He meant it.

She only managed to nod weakly and felt like she could breathe again once her hair was released.

“Why am I here?” She asked weakly.

His devilish smirk didn’t settle well for her. He disappeared behind her and she didn’t dare to look, she only sat where she was until he returned into her view. His shirt was off and was in the process of tugging off his trousers.

Her heart hammered painfully as she saw the heathen stand naked before her, heavy pants left her out of fear and squirmed back when he started to slowly advance towards her.

His body crawled over her own, like a predator over its prey. She saw a dagger flash in his hands and she started to panic more by squirming under him like a wiggling worm. He rolled his eyes and took hold of her ankles, cutting the rope away and at her wrists. He had cut a little at her skin and he sucked at the dripping blood with a satisfied hum.

She couldn’t move.

He was so close now that his face was only a few inches away from her nose, enough to smell his musky scent and tried turning away from his exposed figure while he continued to hold her wrists.

As soon as she tried move he pinned her down under him against the furs. The position was very inappropriate and she didn’t want to become his toy. The very thought of the heathen forcing himself on her made her cry out of fear and struggled more helplessly under him.

“Woman,” his huskily vice was like velvet and it was very distracting, “you should consider yourself lucky. Right now I’m giving you the privilege of having you in my tent and on my furs.

Anyone else would’ve just fucked you out in the mud, just like most of the women. I know in your mind you don’t want this, but I’ll make you change your mind, eventually you’ll understand the rights of being a slave.”

“I’m not a slave!” She yelled out without thinking.

“That’s what they all say at first, but eventually they accept the new life, just like you will.” He grinned and descended down towards her while having both her wrists pinned above her head.

Gwen tried kicking at him but only managed to frail her legs in the air around him. Her strength was nothing compared to his that she knew, but that didn’t mean she was going to let the heathen defile her without a fight. At least that was what she tried doing.

His mouth kissed at her neck, suckling hard and grinding his already hard cock at her skirts. She started to cry, whimpering as she felt trapped and at the mercy of him.

With one hand he held her pinned, and with his other tore open the front of her dress, ripping the fabric and exposing her breasts. She gave an angry cry and felt him chuckle heavily above her before she felt his lips at one of her nipples, suckling hard and humming lowly around the sensitive area.

“Please stop!” She couldn’t help it, she was terrified.

“This is going to happen, willing or not.” He went to tie her wrists up again feeling frustrate already and she panicked even more when she saw this happening.

“N-nonono, p-please don’t tie me up!” She stopped her struggling to try and show she won’t do anything. By god she didn’t want it, but being tied up was only worse. “I-I’ll be good….”

He looked at her with a raised brow. “Are you sure?” She only managed to nod her head in yes. “Stop you’re wriggling then.” The threat was there but not physical.

She wanted to claw his eyes out, stab his dagger at him repeatedly, cut his dick off and shove it down his throat. But reality she knew she couldn’t do that, it was just how much she hated him for what he was about to do and change her life for ever.

Ubbe smiled when he saw her slowly giving up, watching as she breathed heavily and quiet tears streamed down her face.

“I might keep you, but that depends on you. As long as you do as I say and behave I promise no harm will come to you. You’ll be a slave to a prince, a huge honour. Think about that.”

His hand moved her legs more part and he settled himself against her warmth, humming when his cock brushed up against her folds making her jump out of fright at the contact. She wasn’t wet enough, so he carelessly spat in his hand and touched her sex, rubbing along her folds and probing her tight entrance.

She cried harder when she felt his finger insert in her core, worming around and curling against her. It hurt, and she felt disgusted at the heathen for touching her like he was.

It only scared her more when she felt herself growing wet from his probing. He saw this and smirked seeing her body react to his touches.

“Your mind may deny it, but your body won’t.” He leaned down to her ear. “Tell me your name.”

“Gwen.” She couldn’t help but whimper her name.

“I’m Ubbe.”

After hearing his name, she felt his finger move away, but it was quickly replace by his cock that pushed up against her, resisting to allow him entrance or to take her virtue.

“The more you resit, the more it will hurt.” His warning was the only one he needed to give.

She relaxed, at least she tried. He embraced her against him as he tried thrusting his cock in her all the way, ignoring her pained cries, right before he fully thrust his whole cock in her and groaned loudly at her surrounding tightness.

“It hurts, it hurts,” she cried softly crawling at his chest. “P-please stop….” He didn’t listen, and only moved his cock with gentle motions, grunting at time he moved back in her.

She should be grateful, this he told himself. In time she’ll learn to accept it. His cock thrust back and forth in her with his chest pressed against her breasts, and moved against her into the furs. He heard her pained whimpers but was determined to turn them into pleasured moans.

Gwen felt herself growing used to his cock and shut her eyes tightly, praying to her god for this to be over soon, but instead she was given something else, which was the forbidden pleasure that rose at her core surrounding his dick.

“Oh fuck,” he moved fast against her as he felt his throbbing cock twitch within her depths. He started to whisper in his own tongue then, leaving her out of everything he was saying as he fucked her.

She winced at the sharp pain she felt as he moved faster against her, his beast like grunts erupted in her ear as she shook under his rutting body. Her mind screamed as she felt her orgasm erupt through her, her voice let out an unexpected moan that only made her hate herself more for reacting like that. He kept going, pulled her legs around him and gave move violent thrusts before he stilled and groaned out as his seed spilled in her.

She felt disgusted at the feeling of his semen coating her, and the thought of getting pregnant imprinted her mind.

Ubbe laid his weight over her, breathing heavily as he caught his breathe before he moved off from her and lay on his furs. He saw from the corner of his eyes she turned away from him and smirked at her weak attempts.

He faced her back and whispered into her ear. “You’re mine now.” Kissing against her cheek tenderly, or mocking, whatever it was she didn’t know. Gwen didn’t say anything or do anything.

Her body felt broken, shattered in a million pieces and no one would help her put her back together. She felt the heathen behind her scoot off the furs and wondered around the tent, washing and dressing himself before he got himself something to eat.

She didn’t move. She didn’t blink. She didn’t want to breathe.

She was prey, and he ravaged her to ruins.

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