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natashaismylove · 2 years

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Hey! Would you mind doing a gp Top Wanda, preferably with a breeding kink? :)

Babysitting |W. Maximoff

Summary: Wanda comes back home to y/n who has been babysitting her kids.

Pairing: g!p dark mom!wanda x babysitter!reader

Warnings: smut, g!p Wanda, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, Wanda being a creep/perv, lots of breeding kink, degrading, praise, unspecified legal age gap, magic use during sex, bondage, mentions of masturbation, overstimulation. 18+

Word count: 1880

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“Oh, thank you so much, y/n, you’re a true lifesaver.” Wanda smiled as she put down her bag.

You nodded, returning her smile as you leaned back against the kitchen island. “Of course, it’s no problem. I’m happy to watch Billy and Tommy whenever it’s needed.”

Wanda exhaled with a small chuckle. “Again, thank you so much. I didn’t know what to do when the usual babysitter cancelled. Thank god you were available.”

“It’s summer so I don’t have college, I’m free pretty much all the time and right next door so just send me a message whenever you need me.” You assured her.

“Did they go to bed easily?” She asked as she grabbed a bottle of wine from the counter.

“Oh yeah, totally. They were a joy to babysit.”

“Thank god.” She shook her head a little before grabbing two wine glasses, filling them up with the red liquid.

She handed you a glass and you grabbed it, taking a sip before setting it down on the counter. “So, what was it you had to go away for?” you asked her.

“Some school stuff. A meeting for the parents and teachers, just boring really.” She spoke before drinking her wine. “Alright, payment. I’m sure I could transfer the money to you? I don’t have any cash right now.”

“Sure, let me just get my phone out.” You turned around and grabbed your phone from your bag on the counter, putting in the password to open it.

You felt something touch your butt for a second, you quickly brushed away the thought as you looked for the right app to receive the money. Once you felt it again you froze in your spot, Wanda’s hand placed directly on your butt as she leaned over to your ear.

“I think you deserve a bonus.” She whispered.

“Ms. Maximoff?” You said in a questioning tone.

“It’s Wanda, darling.” She spoke in a low voice, her hand trailing over your butt to your hip. She ran her hand over your thigh, slowly inching up towards your pussy. “You need to keep extra quiet, we wouldn’t want to wake up the boys, would we?”

You let out a breath, slowly shaking your head in reply. She placed a kiss below your earlobe, moving her hand up to cup your clothed pussy. “Good girl. Turn around for me.”

You slowly did, coming face to face with her as she smirked at you, and you were sure she could see the nervousness on your face. Her hand reached out, trailing softly over your collarbones and chest before her fingers wrapped around your throat. “Jump up on the counter.” She told you.

She let go of you to let you get onto the counter. You steadied yourself on your palms as Wanda lifted her hand, red glow surrounding her fingers. With the swish of her hand your clothes were all gone, your own hands quickly reaching out to cover your breast.

“None of that.” She spoke, moving her fingers once more to tie your hands together with her magic. Your wrists bound together in front of you, your legs pushed apart with her powers and she slowly crouched down in front of you. “It’s easier if you don’t fight against it.”

She leaned forward, her tongue ever so slightly touching your pussy as she looked up at your face. She moved her tongue around your clit, watching as you tried to not whine in frustration. You couldn’t move your lower body or hands, her powers kept you in that position so you were stuck just taking her teasing.

“I’ve always wanted to see you like this.” She spoke quietly, giving your pussy soft kitten licks every now and then. “All spread out and naked for me.”

“Wha-“

“No talking.” She stopped you. “I’ve watched you for so long. Just my luck that your bedroom window is right across from mine.” She gave a dark chuckle, her lips wrapping around your clit as she sucked before letting go of it, her fingers reaching out to softly rub your clit.

“You’re not very good at closing your curtains.” A smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. “Seeing you change all those times really helped on the days where my imagination wasn’t the best.” She leaned forward to press kisses to the insides of your thighs.

“Do you like knowing that? That I pleasure myself while thinking of you? By watching you?” She spoke, looking directly up at your face. “I would just fuck my fleshlight while imagining it was your pussy I was cumming in. While watching your perfect tits as you took off your shirt through your window.”

Her thumb rubbed your clit harder, her tongue licking up and down your pussy simultaneously. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?” She asked.

You were shocked at the information you were getting, your eyes wide as you stared down at her. “N-no.” You tried to deny it.

She smirked once more. “Then why are you dripping wet, huh? Just clenching around nothing over and over again.”

Your mind froze as you tried to think of something to respond with. Her sweet chuckle sent shivers down your spine as your breathing quickened.

“You can’t lie to me, I can read your mind sweetheart.” She chuckled again. “Now, your thoughts are loud and I can hear how much you want me to lick your pretty pussy. How about you lie back and let me do my work, huh?”

You took in a shaky breath, slowly lying down onto your back as you felt her hands wrap around your thighs. You gasped as she immediately started sucking your clit, her tongue swirling around it as you felt something push against your g-spot inside of you.

Wanda tried to force you into your climax as quickly as she could, using her magic to stimulate your nipples and g-spot. She was desperate to finally see you cum, months and months of imagining it building up to this moment. She could see you getting closer, your back arching and your thighs shaking just a bit. Her mouth worked you as quick as she could, knowing with her mind reading just how to make you feel the best. You let out a loud moan once you came, Wanda moving down to lick up everything you released.

She slowly got up, moving you into a sitting position before grabbing your face and kissing you roughly, deepening the kiss immediately to swirl her tongue with yours, allowing you to taste yourself. She pulled away with a heavy breath, swishing her fingers to remove her own clothes as quickly as possible. Red swirls wrapped around your thighs as your legs were parted even more and lifted up, leaving you completely open in front of Wanda.

She bit her lip and wrapped her fingers around her cock, moving to nudge the tip against your pussy. “Oh how I’ve waited for this.” She said quietly, pushing inside of you with ease.

You let out a soft moan, your hands still bound together as Wanda started to thrust into you. Your mind turned to mush, all you could think about was how good she felt inside of you. You started moaning without thought, her hand quickly covering your mouth.

“Quiet, princess.” She breathed out, her other hand holding onto your thigh as she moved in and out of you. Your moans were muffled, your eyes rolling back into your head as Wanda quickened her pace, bucking her hips forward into you.

“You feel so much better than I could’ve ever imagined.” She groaned. “Such a good pussy… wanna fuck it forever.”

You replied with a moan, unable to speak as her hand kept you quiet. She uncovered your mouth only to nudge it open and push her thumb in. “Suck on it like the brainless little baby you are.” She grunted.

She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed for a second before she looked back at you. “You needed some cock, huh? You needed to be fucked good didn’t you? Such a pretty cockslut…”

Her thumb pressed down on your tongue, making you cough. She hummed before removing her thumb, moving her hand to hold onto the back of your head. “You like being fucked right here in my kitchen? Being used like as my personal fuck toy? You’re gonna love it when I breed you, when I fill your pussy up with so much cum.”

You whined loudly. “Fuck- plea-“

“Shut up.” She said sternly, her hand covering your mouth once more. She fucked you harder, the skin around your pussy was red from her slamming into you. “I’m gonna watch my cum drip out of your pussy, knowing that you’ll be all nice and pregnant from this in just a while. You’ll be so needy for me, wanting me to fuck you all the time because your hormones will be a mess.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as she thrusted into you. You were nearing another orgasm. The way she spoke turned you on so much and you almost hoped her words were true.

“You ready for my cum, baby?” She spoke out of breath. You nodded quickly, desperate to have her fill you up. “Oh fuck~”

She let out a moan before stilling inside of you, your own orgasm was forced out of you as you felt her cum in you. She was breathing heavily, staring at your face before pulling her hips back, snapping them forward as you let out a cry at the overstimulation.

“One more, you can cum once more. I’m not done filling you up.”

You whined as she began to fuck you again, you weren’t sure if you could take another one but you weren’t gonna argue with her. “You’ve been such a good girl.” She praised, kissing your cheek. “Just wanna cum in you one more time.”

She kept fucking you, more tears spilling down your cheeks as your skin slapped together. Her grunts and moans made you feel so good, giving a warm feeling inside of you. Her hand moved from your mouth, her lips were on yours in a second as she kissed you hungrily.

“Ok, you need to cum now. Think you can do that for me?” She breathed out as she looked at you.

You tried to nod, your entire body was so tired at this point and she could see it. She felt you clench around her, allowing her to finally finish in you again as you both came. “There we go…” she said softly.

She let go of her magic, quickly holding you up as your body slumped against hers. “It’s ok.”

She carried you to the couch, lying you down on top of her as she put out a blanket over the two of you. She stroked your hair as you tried to catch your breath, her occasionally pressing a kiss to your head.

“Don’t worry, it’s all ok now.” she whispered. “I’m gonna take good care of you now that you belong to me…”

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blueiskewl · 4 months

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Lost and Found: Bottle Hunter Digs Extraordinary Farmland Treasures

Tom Askjem is a time traveler. Every May to November, he disappears into the bowels of the earth, descends to depths of 13’-plus, and returns to the surface with treasure—bottles and glassware from farming’s past.

After 1,800 pits and hundreds of thousands of relics, Askjem is equal parts archeologist, thrill seeker, and mole. Muscle on dirt, the North Dakota farm boy has turned an addiction into a career, multiple books, and a captivating YouTube channel with millions of views. However, Askjem seeks more than glass.

“I’m digging for adventure, history, and love,” he says. The past is in these holes and there are countless numbers of them across farmland.”

Time to hunt with a master.

The Infection

On the flats of extreme eastern North Dakota’s Traill County, Askjem, 32, prepares for a dig trip. “No mountains and no hills in the Red River Valley,” he describes. “You can see your dog run away for days. The land is mostly featureless, other than a few big cottonwoods and shelter belts where farms used to be.”

A mop of blonde hair sits atop a 6’-tall, lanky frame as Askjem saddles his pony—a Honda Civic. At the current mileage rate, the Civic will be junkyard fodder before it has a scratch: 60,000 backroad miles added to the odometer in the past six months.

Askjem piles layers of gear into the trunk, including three of each tool for insurance: shovels, pronged garden forks, trampoline pads, probe rods, buckets, plastic scoopers, trowels, tents, sleeping bags, blankets, pillows, air mattresses, clothes, and waterproof, Redwing leather work boots.

“It never gets old,” he says, wearing a wide grin. “I caught the infection when I was a kid.”

Digging Bodies

Pushed from the Grand Forks area by the historic Red River flood of 1997, Askjem moved to a farm outside Buxton at six years young. The main property was an 1878 homestead—a progression from sod house to log cabin to the present standing 1898 farmhouse decked in Victorian-era woodwork and hardware.

Surrounded by history, including the skeletons of old wagons and rusting machinery, Askjem explored a 5-acre patch of woods on the property, and chanced on a garbage dump: pop bottles and trash.

Askjem dug.

“I went deep and found stuff going back to 1898. When you’re a kid living in the country, there’s no going down the street and there’s no hanging with friends to play video games—you make your own adventure. I started hitting up all the farmers I could find for leads.”

Behind the wheel of a rattling go-cart, Askjem sought Buxton old-timers and collected tips on abandoned houses. “They all helped me,” he says. “Nobody cared where I hunted because I was just a little kid exploring for all the right reasons.”

“I’ve still got an elementary school journal with an assignment describing my weekend,” he adds. “I wrote, ‘Me and Mom dug up old bodies.’ The teacher marked my paper out of concern,” Askjem describes, with an easy, deep chuckle. “I meant to spell bottles, not bodies. But it shows I was truly hooked.”

Indeed. Wonderfully hooked.

Soft Landing

Why are bottles buried under farmland and old house sites?

Prior to plastic and synthetics, glassware held everything: medicine, hygiene products, alcohol, soda, and beyond. Glass was it.

Additionally, prior to waste disposal services, homeowners discarded trash on-site—in back yard outhouses, trash depressions, burn pits, and wells or cisterns. In short time, the various ground receptacle spots were filled and forgotten.

“Let’s say, for example, a family moved in around 1880,” Askjem explains. “That site likely has two or three outhouse locations prior to World War l. The outhouse spots filled up at a rate according to family size. I dug one farmhouse site that had six outhouses in a 10-year span. Folks went into the outhouses and threw away bottles: medicine, opiates, beer, whiskey. It was convenient and private, and had a soft landing, and got covered quickly. Even now, the bottles often are still preserved.”

“Generally, these houses also had a burn pit and/or dump pit. In the early days, they burned all trash in the stove for heat. Also, homestead bucket wells were filled up with trash and bottles once they were replaced by pump wells. Cisterns also were eventually filled up, but most of those are associated with houses in town.”

And the sites remain, he emphasizes, hiding intact relics beyond the reach of farm machinery or tillage equipment.

X Marks the Spot

Location. Location. Location. Other than a tip or invitation, how does Askjem find dig sites?

X marks the spot, at least in the county courthouse or public library. He spends winters poring over early property transaction documents. “I look at lot sales. If several lots sold for $100 each in 1880, but one sold for $1,000 in 1885, the price climb tells the story and likely represents a building location.”

“I also read old newspaper archives, looking for hotel or business advertisements,” Askjem continues. “Then I can look up the proprietor’s name and keep tightening the scope, narrowing down the exact building location.”

“Every single house is different, but generally, in the countryside, outhouses were 30 paces out the back door. In the city, where most lots were 140’ long, outhouses could be as close as 5-10 paces.”

Confident of a site’s potential, Askjem first asks for permission to dig from the landowner. “Property owners are always so kind to me and I don’t hide anything I find. They’re curious about what is in the ground, just like anybody else.”

Second, he grids out the site. “I put down markers 2 paces apart, maybe 20 paces long. I push probe rods into ground and feel for compaction differences. Depending on the location, I’ll call in and have utility lines marked out for power and gas.”

Decked in Levi’s and a tank-top, it’s time to tunnel.

Claustrophobic Comfort

Shovel in hand, Askjem descends into a layer cake of dirt: black topsoil to brown-colored clay to telltale ash to a use layer containing treasure.

“Generally, I go deep to find old items in quantity. The earliest bottles were used to the last drop by farmers and thrown out empty. Therefore, when they froze in brutal Dakota winters, the glass didn’t break from liquid expansion.”

As Askjem extracts glass vessels from the dirt and grime, his encyclopedic knowledge registers with each find. He recognizes the type, manufacturer, and age. Ink bottles, hygiene bottles, medicine bottles, beer bottles, soda bottles—and far more spill from the holes.

“I find patented medicine bottles across the country, but my favorite are soda bottles because they are unique to their locale and have character. The old soda bottles are usually marked with the bottler and town name because they were returnable.”

The outhouse pits are typically 6’-deep at home sites, with an average size of 6’-by-4’-by-3’. “I’ve dug ghost towns, dug saloons, train depots, and pool halls that were 12’ long, 4’ wide, and 8’ deep. I remember a hotel pit that was 20’-by-20’ and 8’ deep. There was a military fort with pits behind the barracks that was 12’ long, 4’ wide, and 13.5’ deep: That was a week’s worth of digging.”

Askjem’s subterranean realm provides no comfort to the claustrophobic. At 8’-9’, he braces the holes with woodwork. “I’m in a solid clay base that doesn’t cave, but I have a healthy respect for the ground’s limitation. Sometimes, it looks like I’m digging a rabbit hole.”

Preserved in nature’s freezer, the artifacts unearthed by Askjem often are in phenomenal condition.

“Pieces of newspaper can still be read; bottle labels are legible; white lime used in decomposition is visible; and undigested seeds are everywhere. Even 120-year-old human waste sometimes is perfectly preserved and still smells like hell. I wear a hydrogen sulfide respirator in those cases.”

“It’s all there; almost like it was dropped yesterday.”

Ghosts in the Ground

In 2022, Askjem began chronicling his digs via a YouTube channel, Below the Plains, and soon captured millions of views. At two posts per week, he gins footage at a steady rate to feed the algorithm, a tough task considering the ground in his geography is frozen from mid-November to mid-May.

Additionally, Askjem has written two in-depth books (Nebraska Soda Bottles 1865-1930 and A History of North Dakota Bottling Operations 1879-1930) and has more on the way. “I put the bottle prices in the books because they can sell for a whole lot and I always tell the landowners. Listing prices draw criticism, but that’s important to me because it helps preserve the item, and preservation of history is what drives me.”

Covered in dust or mud at the end of each day in digging season, Askjem is highly respectful of what he finds—almost reverent after 1,800 digs. “I appreciate everything I uncover because it represents a part of someone’s daily life and existence. There’s nothing wrong with coveting bottles, but I’m really in those holes for the moment of discovery.”

Even when not digging, Askjem is on the move, surfing on the coasts or river diving for lost cargo. In the decades to come, will he continue burrowing into the past? “Twenty years from now, I hope I’m still digging and there’s nothing I’d rather be doing right now.”

“There’s not an infinite amount of lost bottle sites, but there’s certainly an incredibly high number,” he continues. “There were 300,000 homestead farms in North Dakota with a minimum of one well, one outhouse, and one trash dump. And that doesn’t include towns where most of the population lived. There are millions of these sites in North Dakota and far more in other states.”

Respect to a freewheeling hunter like no other. Bottles draw the eye, but ghosts draw the heart: “The moment never gets old when you uncover a bottle and find that history,” Askjem adds. “Never.”

By CHRIS BENNETT.

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mcgnagallsarmy · 3 months

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Top 10 Spuffy fics I’ve read (Jan 2024)

20 20 24 Minutes Go by smellslikecorruption [PG]

Buffy and Spike and a birthday that goes unmentioned.

A Different Kind of Hell by OffYourBird [NC-17]

Jumping through Glory's tower portal, Buffy and Spike find themselves in a hell dimension they never expected. One that looks suspiciously like 1880's London. Will they find a way back home? Will the truth behind William the Bloody at last make itself known? Will Buffy ever stop butchering the Queen's English? Join them and find out. Starts off at the end of "The Gift."

A Waxy Gent Chuckled Over My Fab Jazzy Quips by violettathepiratequeen [PG-13]

The Scooby gang is sick and tired of Spike and Buffy being so on edge after the engagement spell, and they have a plan to restore peace to Giles' apartment.

A Wonderful Awful Idea by The Danish Bird [NC-17]

With nothing apocalyptic looming on the horizon and hoping to avoid a certain thick-headed commando, it seems like the perfect opportunity when Giles mentions a monster terrorising the good people of Lake Tahoe. What could be more merry than a Christmas trip to the mountains to investigate? The gang is all coming along, defanged vampire in tow. Buffy should totally be able to deal with the demon, ignore Spike and their recent “engagement,” enjoy some resort-town shopping, and be back with Mom on Christmas Eve. Right? What could possibly go wrong? Set in season 4 at the beginning of Doomed.

All Five by acekoomboom [PG]

Buffy goes through the stages of grief as she tries to move on from his death at the hellmouth.

The Forbidden Bone by bewildered [NC-17]

Buffy always knew Spike was hot. But now that he's their prisoner and she has the leisure to really look at him, she understands why. It's the cheekbones. She cannot resist. Dedicated to r/buffy and all the Very Intelligent Men there who have kindly mansplained that James Marsters's cheekbones are compelling, hypnotic mysteries of creation that we poor, weak women are powerless to resist, and the only reason anybody likes Spike as a character. I am so grateful that they have graciously pointed it out on so many occasions, and can only hope that someday my wanton ladyparts will stop forcing me to adore Spike. One of these days, I may find the strength to tear myself away from the Forbidden Bone's diabolical influence, but in the meantime, here is some cheekbone-inspired maybe-a-little-dubcon cracksmut. Enjoy!

Hills of Iowa by the_moonmoth [PG]

She felt bigger here, like the landscape. Like she could unfold everything she was and still find space for it all.

I Can Get Money by scratchmeout [NC-17]

Spike puts his past to good use to get money for Buffy. However, things become complicated when her ex shows up and targets Spike.

The Rub-Down by Grief Counseling [NC-17]

Buffy has one hell of a sore back. Spike has exceptional hands and massage oil. How can this be resolved? Sex, guys. It's resolved with sex. Let this post-Intervention, Season 5 porn adventure commence! With oil!

Winter Wonder Hell by Synefred [NC-17]

Shaken by the memories that flooded through him when his soul was returned, Angel took off into the night, leaving Buffy and an ever growing portal to a hell dimension behind him. With no other choice, Buffy stabbed Spike, condemning him to an eternity in Hell. The only problem was that as he was sucked in, he pulled Buffy in with him. Buffy always expected Hell to be full of fire and brimstone, but now she is trapped in a twilight realm, where the cold bites and the darkness waits. As she and Spike battle their new reality, and each other, the lingering question is, what will they do when the snow finally falls?

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #spuffy #ficrec #monthly ficrec #violettathepiratequeen #acekoomboom #themoonmothwrites #scratchmeout #dampersandspoons

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spicyboelives · 2 days

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Live unboxing of my vampire OC. My pals helped name him. (It's Ludwig but hes not german. His mom just liked the composer).

Hes a great great great great grandpa. He lived during the ~1880's but only got free of his grave during the 1980s.

Hes bi and a trans ally (he doesnt know that though). Hes been married once but always refers to it as his 'second marriage'. He doesnt like using his first name after turning because he thinks its 'disrespectful to the man he was'.

And he wears theater makeup to hide the corpse complection.

#vampire #vampire oc #original character

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marzipanandminutiae · 4 months

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how did you get into collecting dolls?

Genetics, I'm half-convinced.

My mom loves dolls. My older sister loves dolls. In videos from my second Christmas and birthday, you can see me carrying around whatever doll I got as a present and doing everything one-handed. I grew up reading A Little Princess and Hitty: Her First Hundred Years and the Doll Hospital series (Mom had to talk to me a bit about the portrayals of PoC in the first two, but I was mostly in it for the Doll Content anyway). Dolls have been a huge part of my life pretty much from the start.

I got my first collector's dolls pretty early on, too- there's video of me at age 3 talking about a doll I apparently owned, that was "gold and pretty and collectible" and lived on the family piano for her own safety. I don't remember who that was, but I did get the 1990s "children's collection" Rapunzel Barbie when I was 3 or 4 and she's still at my parents' house.

In terms of dolls that aren't presently meant for children to play with at all, I guess I started collecting around age 11 or 12 with some modern porcelain dolls from the Geppeddo kiosk at the mall. At 14 I got my first antique, an 1880s china doll who was sadly lost in the fire last June. My first BJD came when I was 18. And the rest is history!

#ask #i-think-strange-things #dolls #doll collector

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mindboogling · 7 months

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My self-indulgent first concepts of Kawika “Koika” Takeda, my Demon Slayer/KNY OC from a couple months ago :’)

Takeda was born in Hawaii since his father moved from Japan to the islands for work around the late 1880s to 1890s. There, he’d meet Koika’s mom, a headstrong Hawaiian woman. Koika’s mom, worried about the west influence occurring in the islands, urged her husband to take Koika as a child with him to Japan once his work contract had expired. They most likely left for home around the annexation of the islands.

At the docks, finally reaching Japan, they experience a demon attack; one was trying to stow away on a ship, eating multiple passengers who had just endured a long ride. Passengers were hardly able to put up a fight after so long on the ships. Koika’s father and Koika are the few saved by demon slayer corps arriving on the scene.

Training alongside his father all his life, he’s learned water breathing forms and is able to get a few forms of the mist breathing style down with his own technique. He usually stations around the dock sites to slay demons that may be trying to escape onto ships exiting the country.

I’ve thought way too long on this

This is also my second kanaka character with the name Kawika and I think it’s just cause I like that name 😭

And then the squid/jellyfish looking demon was a randomly generated prompt but seemed like fun since I wrote Koika to be fighting around the docks anyhow!

#demon slayer OC #kny oc #Kawika Koika Takeda #kimetsu no yaiba OC #oc #my art

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and-claudia · 1 year

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His Heir pt 22 (Darth Maul x Pregnant! reader)

Masterlist

Taglist sign-up (there have been some issues with people not fully reading the requirements for being on the taglist, so, please, read everything thoroughly)

Wordcount: 1880

Warnings: Nightmares, mentions of forced abortions, DEATH, stray from cannon (seriously if one of these heavy topics does not sit well with you, DO NOT READ)

A/n: I'm thinking the next part is going to have a time jump... not a huge one but a few weeks.

gif not mine

I was on Mandalore, in Sundari Royal Palace. It was peaceful. The sun shone through the stained transparisteel windows, causing the colors to dance across the floor. I walked through the halls and they were silent. Almost too silent. I brushed it off as I continued on my own.

The doors to the throne room were opened for me as I walked up. My steps faltered as I saw who sat upon the throne. Where I had expected to see Maul, sat my sister, Bo-Katan. Upon seeing me she let out a long sign.

“Yn, you’re supposed to be resting.” Her tone was condensing as she spoke.

I gave her a confused look.

She shook her head and looked at the man standing on her right, it was Vizla.

“I don’t have time for her today.” She whispered to him.

“Yn, you’re not healed yet. You need to be resting.” She repeated herself.

“Healed? From what?”

As if to answer my question I felt a sharp pain shoot through my lower stomach.

She sighed again and turned to Vizla once more, “Her memory is lapsing again. Take her back to her room, get her to rest… whatever means necessary.”

Vizla nodded and began approaching me. I backed away, shaking my head.

“No, where’s Maul?” I asked in a panic.

“He’s been dealt with, Yn. He won’t hurt you anymore. He can’t he’s in the vault.” Vizla said as he continued his advances toward me.

“What?! Why?!” I screamed, backing away from him even more.

“He’s evil, Yn.” Bo-Katan said.

I shook my head as the tears began to fall.

“I want to see him.”

Vizla looked at my sister. She thought for a moment before giving a single nod.

“Take her down there, then bring both of them up here. This needs to be handled now.” She said.

Vizla grabbed me by the upper arm and began pulling me along. We went through corridor after corridor until we reached an old, golden door.

“He’s in there.” Vizla said simply.

“Why is he in there?”

Vizla sighed, “He killed your sister for starters.”

“Starters?” I asked.

“Yeah after that he knocked you up. Brainwashed you. That’s why you should be resting, the surgery took a toll on you.” He explained.

“I have a baby?” I asked, confused.

He laughed.

“Hell, no. You think we would have let that thing live? It was removed before it got to full term. THe medical droids cut it out.” He said casually.

“You took away my baby?” My eyes began to water again.

“I mean I didn’t. Are you seriously going to cry again? The medical droids said your memory would improve but damn it’s been nearly 2 weeks and you still don’t remember shit.” He sighed before keying in a code.

The door slid open. He was right there in front of me but he felt like he was light-years away. His eyes were closed and he looked peaceful.

“Maul…” My voice cracked before the floodgates holding back my tears broke and I let out a sob.

“Okay, that’s enough. Let’s go.” Vizla said tapping on a device on his wrist.

The vault surged forward and began to follow him as we walked back to my sister in the throne room. I kept glancing at him in hopes that his eyes would suddenly open and he’d get the strength to break out of there. I knew it was no use.

We got to the throne room and Maul was brought before my sister.

“Yn go stand beside Vizla.” She ordered.

Somehow I knew there was no room for argument, so I hung my head and walked over. I watched as she stood from the throne and descended the stairs.

“Open it up.” She called to Vizla.

He tapped on the device on his wrist once again and the vault slowly opened and Maul’s eyes began to flutter. The moment I saw his golden eyes I gasped. I missed him.

“Yn…” He said, his voice weak.

“You have no right to speak to her.” Bo-Katan scolded him.

He looked at me and his forehead furrowed in confusion.

“H-how long-”

“A few months, but she didn’t have the baby. We got rid of it. Hoping it would help her cope. Clearly, we were wrong.”

He looked at me with sad eyes, “I’m sorry.” He mouthed.

I could only nod.

“I’ve come to the conclusion that keeping you around is making her worse. You have to be eliminated. It’s for her own good.” Bo-Katan said.

Maul hung his head, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do anymore.

“I never meant to hurt you, Yn.” He said.

He sounded so broken.

“On your knees.” My sister ordered.

Two other guards came forward and forced him down onto his knees. I watched in horror as she took the Darksaber out of her belt. She ignited it and lifted it up.

I let out a scream as she brought it down and sliced his head clear off. It hit the floor with a thud, his horns scrapping against the marble floors. Then, seconds later, his body collapsed as well.

“No!” I screamed, going to rush forward.

Vizla was quick to wrap his arms around me to hold me back, causing me to yell in pain as he pressed on what I could only assume was the incision they used to remove my baby.

“Let go! Stop it! It hurts! Let go! Let go! Let go!” I screamed.

Maul’s PoV

“Let go! Stop it! It hurts! Let go! Let go! Let go!”

Yn began to stir violently beside and mumble as she slept. I was awake instantly, sitting up and turning to face her.

“Yn, darling, wake up. It’s a nightmare. Wake up.” I said, shaking her shoulder gently. Her eyes snapped open, wide in fright and her hand came up to grab my wrist as she sat up.

“Don’t touch me!” She yelled, throwing my hand back towards me.

I held my hands up, showing that I meant no harm. Her eyes darted around the room as she woke up more and realized where she was. When they landed on me they began to water.

“Maul?” She asked almost uncertain of herself.

Her shaking hands came up to cup my face.

“Yes, dear, I’m right here. It was only a nightmare.” I said gently.

Without any warning, her hands left my cheeks and went to pull me into a hug. She clung to me tightly. I brought my arms up to hold her and rub her back, trying to soothe her as best I could.

“She killed you. Bo-Katan killed you. She took away our baby and then she killed you. Right in front of me. I- I watched you die, Maul. She cut off your head and- and” She stuttered as she struggled to take a breath.

“Sh, Yn it’s okay. I am right here. I’m not going anywhere. She can never hurt me, or you, or our child. I won’t let her even get close enough to try.” I vowed.

She nodded slowly.

We sat in silence for a few moments.

“How about I make us some tea and we go sit up on the roof?” I suggested.

Very rarely when one of us would have a nightmare that was bad enough we would find the other one and go up to the roof to watch the stars. We both did it when we were younger and it was something we bonded over immediately. When we were on Mandalore she would show the constellations from her people. And now that we were on Dathomir, I have slowly begun showing her ones I had learned from the Nightbrothers and Nightsiters.

“Please.” She said quietly.

I nodded before getting up. I walked around to her side and leaned over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. To my surprise, she got up as well.

“I’ll be right back.” She said heading to the refresher as I went to make our tea.

My back was to her when I heard the door slide open. Then, I felt her arms snake around me as she hugged me from behind. I jumped slightly from the coldness of her hands against my bare torso.

“Sorry,” She said, voice muffled from her pressing her cheek against my back, “I just feel super kingly all of a sudden.”

“No, it’s okay. Your hands are just cold.” I laughed, finishing up our teas.

I heard her let out a small hum of amusement before her hold lessened and she let go. I turned to hand her the mug I made for her.

“Thank you.” She said, stepping over to grab the plush throw blanket off the back of her couch.

“Let's go.” She said and I nodded before leading us out of her quarters.

No one was allowed up here besides the two of us. It was our own secret hideout of sorts. We made our way over to our spot. I sat down and she quickly followed his actions. I watched as she used the blanket she brought to make a makeship pillow before laying back and gazing up at the stars.

“What constellations are out right now?” She asked.

I took a second to scan the sky, trying to recognize any of the patterns of stars that were out that night. After finding one I leaned back, using the heel of one of my hand to hold me up and the other I would use to point out things to her. I scanned the sky and nothering stuck out to me. It had been sometime since we came up here and I hand’t brushed up on constellations.

“I don’t recgonize any constellations, but I know that that weird brownish spec is Stindaron.” I said.

“Isn’t that one a gas planet?” She asked, squinting slightly to see it.

“Yes. It’s actually more of a greenish color. It’s easier to see to see when there’s only one or no moons out.” I explained.

I found another planet from the system and showed it to her.

“It’s so weird seeing so many planets in one system. Back on Mandalore, there was only one other planet in the system, and we only had one moon… don’t get me wrong it was still beautiful, but nothing compares to this.” She said, staring up at the stars.

In the soft, pinkish light of the moons, she looked breathtaking. If one saw her, they would never known the kind of day she had.

“Will you bring our child out here and show them the stars and the planets?” She asked, eyes still trained on the sky.

“No…” She looked over to me, “We’ll do it together.”

She smiled and nodded.

We sat out there for quite some time. As I noticed the soft pink hue that bathed the land around grow deeper as the sun began to rise, I glanced over and saw that she had fallen asleep. I carefully moved to pick her up then carried her back inside and to my quarters since they were closer. I didn’t have much scheduled for today, it could be passed onto Qi’ra. I was going to take care of Yn today.

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