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Kissed by Moonlight (Alucard x Witch! Reader) 7

A/N: I feel like an ass for posting this one, surely I am cockblocking, but this slow-burning is here for a reason! Enjoy regardless! Mentions of anatomy and some language, Y/N gets drunk and nearly blurts all.

Summary: To be loved is to be changed.

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Chapter 7

In the day, Adrian was as glorious as the sun. At night, as beautiful and haunting as the moon and its glow.

In the month you had been in the castle, you had turned the once secluded castle into a living, existing place, for you and Adrian to simply ignore the rest of the world in. It had grown not to resemble a tattered and destroyed ruin, but instead, a place Adrian could call home once again.

Adrian himself had flourished in his skin once more: where you found him to take up hobbies when you were not with him. Before was once a man, lonely beyond an age before the age of twenty, losing his parents and closest allies, now, a man you could look upon with admiration and pride. He had grown out from his enclosed shell, opening his heart to a stranger, trusting you with his life unlike those who betrayed him.

It hurt more to know that this was your final day.

You feared for Adrian’s wellbeing, whether he would grow reclused after you left him, or would he rather thrive with your farewell?

You had grown recluse yourself from the Dhampir, finding closure in the fact that you would never look upon the face of Adrian ever again. Where could you go apart from as far out from Wallachia? Nowhere was safe for a girl like me. You told yourself when you wished you could explain to Adrian—though the words would always freeze on your tongue any time you tried bringing it up.

It seemed that Adrian had almost forgotten about the promise too, and you couldn’t help but feel guilt when he spoke of promises he wanted to do for you.

“I’ll show you one day the town nearby,” he said one night, curled up by the fire as he stared into its flames. “I know you’d like it. We could buy anything you’d like: spices, dresses, jewellery.”

He spoke of a future not just with him alone, but with you co-existing beside him, and it thrilled and destroyed you to know that this promise would crumple like sand.

The day came for you to leave, silently waking with dried tears still stinging your red eyes. You had spent all that night crying before you fell to sleep, dreaming of being with Adrian, laughter shared and memories to be made. You had even kissed him, your heart fluttering as he muttered words softly in your words that gave away he did not want you to go.

'Always and forever.' His words were soft and dying in the air when you faced the morning, and your lips could still feel his against yours, a dying dream never to be lived.

You tip-toed around to not wake Adrian, gathering anything you could and folding neatly the dresses you had been given to him. They were too lovely to be ruined and deserved to be in a place that could keep its beauty.

The only things you carried on you were the same dress you came to the castle in, rags that had been sitting in the corner of the room, waiting for the day you would have to wear them. The air grew heavy with a feeling of forlorn as you walked to find the kitchen, setting yourself by the counter and waiting for the person you dreaded to upset.

It was not long until you heard familiar footsteps drawing closer, familiar honey-blond locks coming into view as the man appeared. It snapped your heart in two to see the softness in his golden eyes as if you were better than the sun itself and you were his star. That all fell apart when his smile dropped, the uncertainty washing over his face when he saw the glumness on your face.

“Has something happened?” He did not waste two seconds stepping closer towards you, giving a small gap between the two but enough that you could be up close to him. In the four weeks, it had taken some time for Adrian to grow used to touch once again, always coiling away from your closeness, before he had taken the time to build trust and reciprocate first. "Y/N?"

He was quick to reach out to you first, extending for your arm as he pulled it towards him. He was warm to the touch, and you dared not want to look upon his concerned gaze without knowing you would blubber into a mess once again.

“You remember the promise, correct?” You lamented, watching for a moment as he took in your words carefully. It was as if everything poured through just from the question, and you could just about read every emotion visible in his eyes; melancholy, regret, grief.

“Where will you go?” His voice was quiet. Don’t go, it read in his eyes.

It didn’t dawn on you, no matter how many times you came to think of it. “Some place where it is warmer, perhaps east. But that means…” your voice cracked momentarily, “Wallachia will not be a home for me.”

“But how do you know?” His calmness cracked, and beneath you could see the grief-stricken man appear, though you did not think he would be holding concern for you of all people.

You didn’t want to answer his question, despite the unknowing questions that boiled, the silence was deafening, and it hammered in your chest like the chiming of a hammer.

“I will have to leave whilst there is still light,” you squeezed Adrian’s hand before it slipped from his, “Thank you for allowing me to use your library, and… to call you a dear friend.”

You didn’t know if that pained you more to call him a friend when your feelings had bloomed for him during your time there. A friend was the only thing you could call him: why would he want anything else with you? He’s immortal, he will have lovers come and go, but none will ever be you.

“Don’t,” he called to you when he stepped out of his reach, not expecting him to call you. Your name was a whisper on his tongue, hanging in the air as if he wished to say something more to you, “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I would be overstaying here, Adrian.” You could feel tears slip from your face, but you braved not to look at him, even when you knew he was staring at you. “You said a month-”

“Please,” there it was. Pain in his voice in the way he pleaded, desperate and gentle that you didn’t think you’d see this side of him, “I don’t think… living within these walls would ever feel the same with you gone.”

He stepped out to you again.

Closer.

His hand gingerly found your chin, raising your head to meet his gaze, delicately wiping the tear collecting at the corner of your right eye. You were both silent, only staring at one another, and never did you think anyone would stare at you the way he did with you.

“You wish for me to stay?” Forever?

Your mother had told you what that feeling would be like, though she had been young and never knew the experience herself. Did Alucard’s parents experience the same when they first met?

That feeling grew within your chest, butterflies you couldn’t stop from feeling: the great emotion that one day would bless you in having. Why was it that the moment you had to leave was when it came?

‘People come and go,’ your mother told you one day when you asked about it, naïve and full of hope. ‘It hurts when it grows for those you care for.’

Yes, you understand now why it came at this moment and all the times before.

It hurt.

Love hurt when it was about to leave for the first and final time.

It was his smile, so gentle and warm, so inviting and bright – full like the sun and the beginning of spring – that you could not decline his offer.

“I would very much like that.”

Telling yourself you had gotten used to the castle was an understatement.

The rooms you were more familiar with were the ones you kept to, never straying that much to explore. You knew that there were many rooms even Adrian never went into, telling you that they held too many memories, either good or bad.

You were understanding, knowing how much the castle – his childhood home – could hold a lot of disturbance to what he went through. He told you one day that his childhood bedroom was off limits: it was after all, where he had killed his father. He mentioned it was a place too “dampened with gloom” that you knew something else had happened for him to keep that part of the castle off-limits.

It had only gotten the best of you when you told Adrian you were going to do some cleaning, leaving him as he cooked in the kitchen.

You sprinted with much glee and inquisitiveness: the endless hallways could lead you anywhere!

Roaming the halls, you remembered to stay away from the rooms you were not allowed to go to, including his old and current bedroom. It was quite easy to get lost, taking to the upper floors, where the light grew dimmer, more eerie.

The rooms as you found them didn’t hold much for you to be intrigued until you passed what was another room in another endless hallway, you spotted that this room had its door ajar.

This was certainly a room you had not been told of by Adrian.

Bravely, the room seemed to be more of an intrigue to you than any other room. Slowly peeling the door back, you stepped through.

The room is dimly lit, with a sense of sweet orange that lingers in the air. It’s his scent, sweet, alluring, inviting; just like what surrounds you. There are books of all assortments: astronomy, philosophy, ecology, history – to name a few. Knowledge spanning from decades to thousands of years back, of all cultures and dynasties long gone and remaining. Maps hung around the room, some of the entirety of Europe, the world and one finally above his desk of Wallachia.

It took longer to find literature, where you find poetry, prose, children’s stories and old fables. You’re shocked when you stumble across some romance novels, not expecting that to come from Adrian.

His desk is a display of many things: papers, books, and journals. You dare not look in his journals knowing his work is private, but something catches your gaze. Since when was Adrian into drawing?

You find one first that makes you pick it up, a sketch of his mother, only a fine-line sketch that is only shaded and not with much detail, but you recognise her from the portraits that decorate the castle.

Will you be needing a muse anytime soon? You think to yourself, jokingly. You knew it was rude to snoop, and knowing you had come across Adrian’s study, you knew you had the best chance to look around when he wasn’t there.

But when you find his sketchbook, all nosiness takes over.

The leather-bound book is beautifully decorated, with its pages filled to the brim from use. The beginning of the pages were those you recognised simply by objects that Adrian used for inspiration: a stag beetle shell, many plotted plants and flowers some you recognised from your mother’s herbs. You read the dates that dated back to almost a decade ago, impressed by his skill at such a young age.

The more you draw the pages further into the book, the older the dates get, and his practice grows. His inspirations change from objects to anatomy. You’re impressed by the way Adrian draws the human body so well. Some sketches of hands in different positions and poses, full body sketches of a mixture of men and women, some clothed and others nude.

You could feel your cheeks darken, and though it was surprising to see the natural state of the human body, art was still captivating in showing it, Adrian drew with a way of conveying vulnerability. His mother was a doctor after all.

Other pages were of human faces: more drawings of his mother and father. Another was of a different man and woman: the woman had short hair whilst the man had a scar over his right eye and a shadow of a wispy beard on his face. You now had a reference to Adrian’s friends and allies: Sypha and Trevor.

A Belmont, scholar and sleeping soldier, Adrian told you, all out for different clauses and paths but joined to meet on one path; to kill Dracula.

You had forgotten to make sure you were still alone and not spotted looking through his things when you reached the last few of the pages, recently used. Wait a minute. You had to do a double take, imagining you were seeing double. This isn’t… who I think it is.

Those eyes, were similar to you, not that you could remember where you had seen them last. It dawned on you quickly why they were a distant memory: they looked like your mother's eyes—but that was impossible if Adrian had never met or seen an image of her.

But, as if looking back through a mirror, a glimpse through time, those eyes weren’t just hers, but yours as well.

Oh. Your heart hammered in your chest, and you dared not drop the book to draw attention to where you were. You didn’t close it, despite feeling that this was intruding—it was too late for that now.

He had gotten your likeness in a way you didn’t think he could: as if you had been captured in a moment, ready to come back to life on the page. Another sketch of you, reclined with your nose in a book and laying in a way that could’ve been uncomfortable to anyone else. Another of you tying your hair back, the ribbon dangling in your mouth, eyes in heavy concentration. The final one took you by surprise: a moment where you were snuggled into the armchair, a blanket wrapped protectively around you to keep you warm.

Have I been so blinded this entire time? It seemed like this wasn’t right: did Alucard… fancy you? You scoffed, absolutely not, there was no way—though you the more you spiralled, the more it had you questioning everything.

You had been so preoccupied with what you had discovered, that you failed to suspect the presence behind you, someone standing just on the edge of the doorframe.

An awkward cough brought you back to your senses.

“Forgive me!” You stumbled, throwing the papers behind you to hide them behind your back, in hopes you were quick on your feet. You were clumsy, ineptly whipping back to look at the blond Dhampir standing just a few metres in the doorframe. “I did not hear you come in.”

Adrian was dressed simply in his shirt, trousers and boots as he did if the weather was not too cold. It was only a small subtle detail that his dark trousers were coated and dusted with a light cast of flour, as if he had nothing else to wipe but on them. His hair was also tied up, revealing his slender neck, wisps of blond tresses falling to frame his handsome angular features.

How long had he been waiting there for? You panicked, knowing that he could’ve used his speed to reach you, using his inhuman scent of smell or to pick up your heart rate to find you.

“Yes, well, you did seem rather… occupied.” Adrian teased, though his face was incomprehensible, his movements leisurely as he ambled into the room, inspecting if anything looked out of place.

Was he just as embarrassed as how you were feeling? Regardless if he was or not, he was very good at hiding it from you.

He stopped just to the side of his desk, eyes quickly scanning as he spotted the disarray of papers, his sketchbook ‘neatly’ placed back where it looked to have been before. He did not say anything about it, instead, resuming conversation as if nothing was out of place.

“I was asking if you were free to help me downstairs. I needed assistance in deciding which spices to add to the cakes.” He continued, watching the way you shuffled to block what you were putting back on the desk.

You were not subtle in the slightest but Adrian did not make any remark for you to be snooping, rather, he watched on in visible amusement. The refined look when he raised an eyebrow, the small smirk that made you even more flustered when you were caught.

“Okay, ready.” You gestured for him to walk in front, hanging back as you took a final glance back, wondering when Adrian started drawing you.

It’s his idea when he decides the two of you should share a bottle of wine.

Though you think it’s not good to have the entire bottle, Adrian agrees upon a glass or two, sharing thoughts as the night grows dark with the creatures of the forest outside, and your worries melt for a moment on your tongue.

The wine is sweet, not though you like it, and it's hard to consume something that feels so foreign. Adrian drinks it as if it's water, and you struggle to keep up. You’re a lightweight after all, and though you’re slower, you can feel the haziness that crawls in your vision, and you swear you’re almost seeing double.

Your laughter is warmer, chatter easier, and you notice he’s closer beside you by the table when he first brings the bottle and glasses.

“This is nice,” his voice does not slur as he speaks, and you’re shocked just by how content he is in drinking glass after glass if he could. If perhaps you didn’t say anything, perhaps he would, “It’s been some time since I stopped drinking.”

“When did you stop?” You can feel a headache begin to dull your senses, and you’re feeling bolder.

Adrian seems hesitant when he looks back at you before he answers. “I stopped after a couple of days after your arrival.” He’s nervously swirling the glass in small circles on the table, a distraction. “I’m sure the smell of piss and blood wasn’t helping.”

You chortle, “No, it didn’t, but I don’t suppose I was any different. A girl smelling of chickens.”

“I did wonder why.” He says in a dry tone, but his eyes are sincere, and you find yourself staring periodically down at his lips, the glint of his sharp teeth some distraction from the wine.

“It seems funny when I say it now, but I used to have two, and they had names.”

Adrian seems surprised by this, that of all things to have named were chickens, but he coaxes you with a raised brow, intrigued, to say the least. “Tell me they had normal names.”

“Henrietta and Duchess.”

“Oh, my God,” Adrian laughs quietly, “Next you’ll say you had a pig called Duke and a horse called Lieutenant.”

“Well, the pig was called Truffle.”

“Seems almost cruel,” Adrian laughs at the idea, “I don’t think I was any different. I did have a stuffed wolf called Fluffy.”

“Hey, that’s cute though.”

You laugh at the idea, but you’re carrying a sad smile as you continue to sip slowly at your drink. “I loved those chickens. It was weird, but I treated them like humans rather than animals—livestock. They were much nicer than-” You stop yourself mid-sentence, unsure if you’re ready to continue.

Your stomach coils as if ready to lurch, for you to leap from your chair and leave to your room, but Adrian is calm and patient, running a soothing hand over yours to console you.

“Take your time,” he says with quiet empathy, and it’s enough to pull you back to reality. “I’m here.”

“After my mama’s death, I fled to the nearby town—I was on the streets for some time, hiding behind buildings and sometimes getting shelter from a sweet old lady, before I was old enough to sell myself as a servant to any passing man who needed my service.”

You felt sick to your stomach, and the wine was not helping. “I stayed in his service for almost a decade, serving his son and wife who was no older than me.” You confessed. “It all boiled down one day when I was fed up with the fucking treatment. I was beaten if I did something incorrect, slapped if I spoke when not spoken to, and something… snapped in me. I… hurt him when he hurt me.” You pushed the wine away from you, eyes welling with tears. “I wish I did more.”

“You survived,” Adrian said with a sad grimace, “You’re much braver than most I know.”

“I didn’t feel brave then,” you admitted. “I felt like a stupid little girl, not capable of anything.”

“Hey,” Adrian seems clumsy in giving close comfort, but he tried nonetheless, leaning closer to finally embrace you. He smelt of oranges and lavender, and you nearly broke down into his shoulder, “you’re the strongest person I know. The bravest witch.”

He seemed tongue-tied with his next words, eyes moving across your face as if he wished to say something that you yearned to hear. “I’m proud of you.” He finally said, but in your mind, it didn’t seem like it was what he wanted to say as if there was something he was holding back.

Was I overthinking? You thought as you pulled away from his embrace, so tempted to lean across the table and kiss him there and then, but you pulled enough restraint to not horrify the man. “Thank you, Adrian. I’m thankful I have you.” You finally said.

“I’m thankful too.” He confesses, quickly realising what he’s just said and the blush on his face is obvious as he tries to change the subject. “I will leave you to catch some sleep. I thought it would be a good idea to head into town tomorrow morning. Gather some more supplies. What do you say?”

You smile sadly, “That’s a good idea.” You’re on your feet fast enough as you say goodnight to one another before you’re speeding down the hallway to your room, wiping the tears that have not dried from your face.

When you reach your room, you slink against the inside of the door. Your head is hammering, vision is hazy. Damn for drinking so much. You groan, only listening to the crackling of the fire lit in your room, the soft luring sound of crisp pages of a book being shut as a lovely interference.

“Ah, there you are.” the voice that pulled you from your thoughts was the one thing you needed to hear, sweet as honey as the figure emerged to stand close by from where you stood. His soft locks are pulled back from his face, and he’s practically glowing in the soft ambers of your room, the fire gently burning to keep the warmth.

Your lips are pulled into a tired smile, which the Dhampir notices quickly enough to soothe you for a night of sleep. “You’re exhausted, my little witch.” He’s yanking you by your hand, directing you to your bed. “You need sleep before it comes for you first.”

“Was it so obvious?” You laugh dryly, and the lack of sleep is fast indeed; your eyes are heavy, limbs sluggish as your mind slows from the alcohol. “I can get myself to bed by myself, you know?”

“I don’t doubt you,” he scolds lightly, the way he moves you is more persistent. “Dreams help everything go away, isn’t that what your mother said?”

“Yes.” You drawl quietly, silent in watching Adrian move around you, sitting you delicately on the edge of the side of the bed. He is gentle in getting you settled for the night, removing your outer layers of clothing until you’re left in your chemise. There is nothing overtly sexual in the way he undresses you, more so there’s such a tenderness to his touches that it almost leaves you weeping.

When you’re ready, he follows, undressing until he stands in his nightgown. You watch as he goes to as he crawls onto the other side to lay there. Shutting his eyes, his light blond hair cascades around the pillow like a halo, his body silent and still as stone.

You’re staring for some time before he speaks up, aware even without having to open your eyes. “Are you going to watch me sleep or are you going to join me?” He cracks one eye open, full of mirth as he catches the exact moment your face brightens.

“Right.” You scootch over closer, lying stiffly beside him on your back, not daring to get any cosier before he stretches like a cat, catching you by surprise as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in close.

“You’re shaking like a leaf, little witch.” He jokes, humming as he rests his head into the crook of your neck. This is all so real, and you dare fear if you fall asleep, it’ll all be gone, a fading memory to die in the back of your mind. “Am I that cold?”

“No,” you finally relax in his hold, having turned to face him, a feeling you wish not to ever forget. “It feels nice.”

“I’m sure one thing could make you feel better,” his eyes are open, watching you almost hawkishly, scooting himself closer. “Though, I’d have to know what you think.”

“What is it?”

He doesn’t answer you directly, but his eyes tell you what you’ve been waiting for. It’s the way his gold eyes glance from your eyes down to your lips, way too slowly before coming back up to meet your flustered state.

Neither of you make the first move, your heart is hammering too fast that you can barely keep up with your racing thoughts. You know he can hear how fast it's pumping, thunderous and dreadful against your ribs. It feels like it could explode any second.

Should I wait for him to lean in? Or would it be better for me to meet him halfway? To see how he reacts.

With your mind racing, your body moves on its own, ignoring your many questions and moving with little patience. A hand finds his cheek, stroking his cheekbone in contemplation, soft to the touch that you gasp from just the exhilaration alone.

You’re not waiting for him when you’re leaning close to him, closer and closer until his face is inches from yours. Your noses bump as you catch the final moment where his eyes flutter shut as you’re copying, stretching over until your lips meet his.

You didn’t know how long you had been counting for this moment to happen. Drinking him in, he is the sun, and you are a secluded plant, waiting for his rays to keep you from shrivelling. His lips are soft, neither warm nor cool as your contact is chaste and quick, and all that is gone when you’re not chasing for more-

“No,” you rasp as you pull yourself from him, leaping up to sit on the edge of the bed. “This is wrong.”

“Oh?” He doesn’t seem dissatisfied or enraged, rather it seems more like a question. He is calm when he asks, voice a soft rumble. “Is it wrong because you wish to continue? Or because you wish to experience this with him?”

You slump in your spot, guilt overflowing your body like a wave, ready to drown. “It’s wrong because… I’m using him.” You hug yourself, ready to weep aloud from it all. “I’m using him for this twisted fantasy, just to feel happy.”

This fake version of Adrian is collected, reaching your side of the bed as he places a consoling hand on your shoulder. “Happy… that you want to imagine a future with him?”

“Yes. Is that so wrong to have?” You sigh exasperated. “I want him to be happy, but I fear… I will never give him that happiness.”

“He’s been through so much already.” You continue. “I think of him all the time: like how the sun can’t live without the moon.”

You’re completely consumed by Adrian: mind, body and soul and it aches that this crush will continue to remain as one. His acts of kindness have completely floored you, confusing you to the point that you were left over questioning every small act he did for you.

The night is long and you’re left distraught, conjuring a version of him that you hope can give you comfort. “What do I do?”

“Tell him the truth.”

Your head snaps almost drastically to glare at the fake version, who simply looks just as perplexed as you. “I’m just a manifested form you created of him in your head whilst inebriated. I’m the wrong person you should be talking to.”

Sighing defeatedly, you look to him for security. “I’m… confused.”

“How so?”

“Well, I know he sees me as a friend, but he’s just so thoughtful. He carries me back to bed, and we spend all day together. I mean, he drew sketches of me for fuck’s sake—that’s saying something, isn’t it?”

“He seems lonely too.” ‘Adrian’ answers, but it’s a reasonable answer that could be what you’re looking for, regardless of how you’re feeling.

“I know, I know. He’s awkward, but it can’t just be out of friendship.”

“Tell him in the morning,” he says, “you can’t see for yourself if he’s quick to reciprocate your feelings for him. Perhaps then you’ll be able to cuddle something that’s flesh and bone.”

You chortle at his words, knowing how uncanny and realistic he is sitting beside you. “Can we just- can we just cuddle for the rest of the night? Just so I don’t feel so lonely.”

Alucard gives you a sorrowful smile, pulling you into a side embrace. “You realise I won’t be there by morning?”

It’s a sad realisation, but you come to accept it. “I know. I just… want to imagine feeling something for once.”

“Of course, my little witch,” he kisses your forehead lovingly, leading you both back down to lie on the bed. The bed doesn’t feel as big when you share it with another, now in the fond embrace of the Dhampir you conjured in your mind.

“Sleep well, Y/N.” He tells you all the right things you want to hear, the lull of sleep pulls you in deeper and deeper, his voice growing quieter. “I’m still here with you, no matter what.”

“I love you,” you slur as darkness consumes you, the heaviness of your body pulling you into a sleep you need. You don’t feel upset when you don’t hear a response, just the arms of his embrace.

By the time early morning comes, the other side of the bed is cold, and the ghost of Adrian’s arms remains.

It’s not just knowing that the person on the other side of the hallway would never know how you felt, but the sense that you could never go back to seeing him just as a dear friend.

A/N:

This was a long one to write, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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ananiel · 19 days

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Imagine just how would yandere Louis affect the life of alchemist/witch reader

TW: mentions of death and Gore, namecalling, fake situation, corporal changes, yandere themes, warning : read at your own risk

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Now, a yandere Louis could go two ways, and it is all depending the reader. And that's why i shall put it in two categories, for those that chose to be a good alchemist/witch and for those that are more on the evil side

Good witch vs Yandere Louis

- this could be the best option out of them all, as Yandere Louis is obbsesed, possesive and protective, especially knowing the backlash that witches get in that period. Of course he is protective, don't You know that a witch was killed with stones not to far away from the place where your humble home is? He needs to be prepared and protect you.

- Now, good witch reader would probably be the type of alchemist that would make elixir to help people with illnesses and so on, which would give them a reputation of a very good and nice mother like figure, and it drives Louis insane

-maybe he get to know You exactly like that, need ing a healer and You being the one to put him to health. Think of it, because You helped him once, he now, the skeptical and the number one hater of witches that wanted to kill You is now slowly moving things out of your house so that You can come to the manor with him, where he can watch You and make sure that there are no people interacting with You.

- forget about your past job, he has all you could need to live a comfortable and nice life without having to work, so, in his mind, keeping you locked inside and with no contact of your past life is the best way that You can live your life

- He becomes an overly bodyguard, thinking that You are naive and inocent, and need protection.

Evil Witch reader vs Yandere Louis

- Now, You are a legend, a dark soul rumoured to be older than the whole of England itself, and how he came into your life .

- maybe he was one of the men You wanted to experiment on, maybe You actually felt some Time of pity and took him in when You saw him hurt with the intention of taking him as a pet

-or better.

- You knew of the whole Lord of crime thing, and threathened them to tell the queen or the house if lords about it, your demands for your silence being one of them to come with You, and of course, Louis offered (and before William could say anything, You dissapeared with him, puff)

- Now his yanderism could appear either, head over hills first day when he saw You, or after months, after months of doing your dirty work of grabing people and making sure You have people to experiment on, he falls into a deep, deep desire for You

- He becomes your killer, ultimetly doing it out of pleasure of pleasing You with no remorse

- maybe William comes to save him, and he doesn't want to come, he has a purpose, he has someone that to him, knows what he îs capable of and treasures him

- He doesn't want to leave

- He won't leave, You are his, You are his witch, his master, You can't abandon him, You can't leave him, he won't let You

- You need him

-You are delicate, mad but delicate, and You can't do all the dirty work, so You need him more then he needs You, he tells himself, he tells himself that without him, You are nothing

-and he can't have the one that he loves be nothing, no, he Will stay here, help You, protect You, be your loyal pet, all for your time and attention

#moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #william james moriarty #louis james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #louis james moriarty x reader #mtp x you #william james moriarty x reader #mycroft holmes x reader #mtp sherlock #sherlock x reader #yandere moriarty the patriot #Yandere Louis james moriarty #Yandere Louis james moriarty x reader #yandere mtp #Witch! Reader

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yesimilkdamilkman · 5 months

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ʚɞ𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄ʚɞ

-`♡´-𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡! 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-`♡´-

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Some screenshots between me and Knight!Simon (This may turn into a fic later). C.AI bot. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

Summary: Who knew one of the royal guards, would spend time with a witch? She must've put a sort of spell on him.

WARNINGS: Mention of witchcraft, threats of murder, I think thats it.

Part 2?

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mhathotfic · 1 year

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Hmm Bakugou’s witch! s/o who’s always gifting him new gemstone and jars of mystery dirt and refusing to elaborate on what it’s for because it’s funny to watch him buffering when they push a new jar or large stone at him.

It’s mostly protection, health, and strength blessings and gemstones that bring you peace of mind and strengths your love. Mostly.

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #witch! reader #pretty petra

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 years

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{random magic au: Warlock! Ingo is conversing with Y/n a half witch woman he’s been tasked to mentor.(Her magic woke up late, instead of manifesting in her teens it manifested in her 20s, also, Warlocks and witches age slower then humans they age 1 year every ten human years once they reach age 15.)]

Y/n: Okay, So lemme get this straight. You’re a 126yr old warlock who works as a train conductor, and has a twin brother who can turn into a Nickit? How the hell did that happen?

Ingo: The train conducting or the Nickit?

Y/n: Surprise me.

Ingo: Wel- Emmet, (in Nickit form) interrupting: Now there’s no need to air out dirty laundry, brother! What happened in the past won’t do us any favors, right?

Ingo:... I was going to tell Y/n about how the last station master retired and had us promoted to his position, but now. I think I’ll tell her about your stupid stunt.

Emmet: D’oh!

Ingo: About 16 years back, Emmet got a little too full of himself and tried to take over the world, the magic council quickly caught wind of this and as punishment Emmet’s magic was sealed away; now he’s forced to live a thousand years as a Nickit!

Y/n: But I’ve seen Emmet use magic, he can turn into a human...Almost.

Ingo: That’s the limit of his power, I pulled few strings had his transmute ability partially unsealed; so he can help run the battle subway. Luckily most mortals can’t see his Nickit ears and tail...or else there’d be a lot questions.

#pokemon incorrect quotes #submas #roommate au #subway boss ingo x reader #platonic! Subway boss Emmet #nickit! Emmet #Warlock! Ingo #witch! reader #Emmet is a shiny Nickit #this is kind of based off of sabrina the teenage witch

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melancholypancakes · 1 year

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The Witch’s Finale Breathe & Prayer

Author Note: If you get confused in the beginning Y/n is the ancestor of the descendant Y/n who will appear later in the story.

The Witch of the Dreaming fear a dreadful fate soon come to pass on her fellow witch sisters…

Mankind was getting fearful of witches, and hatred, yet they are the same species “Mortals”.

The witch had foreseen a vision that she and her sisters would meet a terrible fate of fire.

She stop her tracks as she was walking with her King and he turned to look at her, looking confused and concerned.

“Y/n? Are you alright? You seem distracted and disturbed.” He says as he walks closer to the witch to see a disturbed look on her face.

The Witch contemplates if she should tell her lord of her feeling…the vision of her fate. She closes her eyes for a moment and thinks.

No, I mustn’t my lord has too much on his hands. I must leave it up to my goddess Hecate of our fates.

She slowly opens her eyes and looks at her lord in the eyes, “I’m alright my lord but…I must ask you something if you don’t mind…” She says as they continue their daily walk together.

“Of course, my dear you know you are free to speak your mind.” He says as he gives her a warm smile…

Something she will truly miss is his face and his beautiful smile, perhaps maybe Death could be kind to her.

“If something were to happen to me or my fellow sisters from mankind could you please…please promise me something?” she asks as she breathes in and continues.

The King looks at his loyal subject waiting for her to continue, “Have mercy on mankind if such an unfortunate fate may be placed upon me…please.” she begs as her voice quivers.

The Endless looks at her as if trying to find some truth in her words or was she just saying a “what if” question out of curiosity?

“Of course…I’ll have mercy on them. But why this sudden question?” he asks sounding worried.

The Witch sighs, “Just curiosity my lord if something were to happen to me and my sisters” She says as she continues to walk side by side with her Lord.

Morpheus looks at her for a moment then brushes off that question it was a silly question after all right?

The Lord and Witch continued walking and having a pleasant conversation it felt peaceful and warm…

………..

May 1693

Y/n was rushing her children and brothers and sisters out of the house to the carriage, they needed to leave as women were screaming and being dragged from their homes.

“Mama! Where are we going?!” one of her children asked in fear as the other looked at her with glossy tears.

“Mama, aren’t you coming with us?” her young one asks as they hold their teddy bear close and she holds their cheek.

“Soon…For now, your Aunts and Uncles will take care of you my darlings…” She says as she kisses both of her children’s foreheads.

One of her Brother whips the horses as the carriage moves to leave Y/n alone only to be dragged by men

She struggles as she tries to break free but they only hurt her bringing her to the stake along with her fellow witch sisters.

Her mentor was already tied up as the other witches cry begging for mercy, and cries of women were heard from the town square as Y/n soon got tied up.

“Any last words Witch.” The mayor said to Y/n sounding deep and threatening as she looks at him in fear and from the corner of her eye, she could see…Morpheus within the crowd.

The Witch could see his glossy eyes and filled with rage, Shed knew her Lord would be angry but he had to keep his promise to forgive mankind.

For they do not know what they do, they are just scared…

She gulps, “ We are not the enemy, me and my sisters were only trying to help…I do not wish you any harm or curses….I only pray that Hecate may forgive you” She continues.

“I Pray the Gods to forgive you…I pray The Endless….The Lord of Dreams and Nightmares forgives you for these sins. I pray he has mercy on you and your children!” She says as the men and Mayor ignore her.

“I had enough of this nonsense, Burn them. Burn them all!” The mayor yelled as the crowd cheered and as they light up the stakes.

The women screamed as Y/n prayed and pray for the Gods and The Endless to have mercy on mankind for their sins since they are only scared.

“My Goddess and My Lord! Please forgive them. Have mercy I beg of you! for this is my fate and nothing can be done. Forgive mankind for their selfish and sinful acts!” She screams in agony as her flesh was being burned off.

The Witches screamed and screamed as their flesh was burning until their dying breath and they burned corpses and were unrecognizable.

Y/N was the last one breathing weakly in agony as she soon was greeted with death…she smiles as she sees a beautiful woman.

A woman with beautiful wavy jet black hair and brown skin with a gorgeous smile, “It’s time Y/n…come with me” she says.

Y/n soul grabbed Death’s hand without hesitation and smile at the feeling of being led toward paradise on her journey.

While the witch may have found peace along with her dear sisters with Death, The Endless of dreams, Lord of dreams Morpheus did not find peace with this.

Y/n was his dear friend…maybe could’ve been his lover, He cared for a mortal so deeply.

Maybe if he just…made her immortal this all could’ve been avoided but what was done was done.

Morpheus did continue doing his function, his duties as The King of Dreams and nightmares, and looked after his subjects and dreamers.

He was so full of rage and sadness because his dear friend made him promise and prayed to him to have mercy on mankind even those who murder her.

He kept that promise and accepted that prayer, The King had to hold his pride in and not give in to his passing friend.

It had now been three hundred twenty-eight years since the passing of the Witch of Mortals, The Witch of Dreaming Morpheus's loyal subject and friend.

Now, Morpheus after being trapped by the dreadful mage ended up freeing himself, had to get his tools, defeat John Dee and bring Corinthian home.

However, that didn’t end that way Corinthian the Nightmare ended up killing innocent people for nearly a decade.

It would’ve been just a punishment but The nightmare had gone too far and needed to be erased from existence.

Morpheus was saddened by this and disappointed in the mortals who were involved with the murders and sins of their actions.

Morpheus was in his realm creating Dreams and Nightmares when a young woman looked similar to his dear friend all those decades ago.

“Hello, Dream I hope I’m not intruding…” She says with the same voice and the same features.

Morpheus turned around and gave the young woman a warm smile, “Hello…Y/n” He says as the girl smiles at him.

Y/n a young witch in her 20s appearing much like her Ancestor, Y/n in the training of the dreaming realm, and is a professional witch.

Morpheus didn’t mind the girl’s company even if he was working, the witch had a lovely conversation with The endless and she was very red around him.

Morpheus chuckles at the Witch’s blushing face and smiled at the effect he had on her, unknown to the girl she had the same effect on Morpheus if you can look closely.

The King had a faint blush as he worked on his creations…

#The Sandman #morpheus x reader #Morpheus x fem! reader #Morpheus x witch!reader #The Sandman Fanfic #Morpheus fluff #witch trials #witch y/n #witch! reader #Morpheus x ancestor! reader #witch ancestor #the sandman angst #morpheus angst #death of the endless #the corinthian #john dee sandman

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the-lady-writes-what · 1 year

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Incubus! Enji x Fem! Witch! Reader

You're at war with a rival coven and other methods of revenge have been exhausted. Turning to the forbidden spell book bound in human flesh, you don't have a choice. It's them or your life. Summoning allies from the fiery pits is not a task to be taken lightly. Summoning a demon, no matter who, is relatively easy, getting rid of them is the hard part. An incubus or a succubus were stronger than low-level imps and goblins, but easier to bargain with than one of the Princes of Hell. All you needed was a small boost to eliminate the threats to your life and those belonging to your family, and you'd pay just about any price to have it. Including becoming an incubus' toy.

Content: blowjob, deep throat, cum swallowing, multiple rounds, overstimulation, doggy style, creampie, choking, scratching, spanking, spit, biting, breeding, mild degradation, light face slapping (it happens only once), size kink

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You found a little pouch left on your doorstep. Anyone too mundane to not sense its malevolent intent would just think it a piece of odd-looking rubbish. You picked it up like it was a delicate thing. It was bad luck to bring something like this into your house, but you didn't have much of a choice. Bad luck be damned, a witch's curse was worse. The ill-intent emanating from the palm-sized pouch made you hold it far from your person as a possible. You took it into the kitchen where you laid it on a cutting board. A ring of salt prevented the magic's evil from seeping further.

You cut the black cords and opened the rough cloth. Its contents made you scoff. Burned and broken match sticks, ashes (likely from some verse meant to draw curses upon you and yours), bloody fingernails, chicken bones, and thirteen claws from a black cat.

"Fucking cunts," you seethed.

It was a nasty curse, and if you didn't handle it now, it was going to get worse before it got better. It took more than one witch to concoct such a devious spell. You felt the energies of several witches at work. You light three candles, one white, one yellow, and one blue. You had the candles stand on the ring of salt to form a triangle. With a pinch of incense, you smoked out the curse. Real magic could do extraordinary things. Your power forced the curse to take a physical manifestation. Some curses looked like two-headed snakes, a swarming, squirming pile of slugs, or a puff of smoke. This curse looked like a tiny horned imp. It was no bigger than your thumb, but its size was decieving. Its claws and fangs damagd everything they touched.

You drowned the imp in moon water. The water turned into an inky black sludge, which you poured on the lawn of the closest witch who helped made the curse. If you had the time or energy, you might have done something much worse than throw the curse back at them. Something had to be done. You meditated on not only revenge but a way to make the coven to back off for good. You needed reinforcements, but who? You didn't dream of bringing strangers into the magical battlefield nor did you trust your family to pull their weight. You were the strongest, which was probably why the coven came after you the most. You didn't dare make a pact with the Fae, they couldn't be trusted. You'd be out of the frying pan and into the oven. So then, who could you turn to?

An ancient family heirloom came to mind. Would it be dangerous? Absolutely, but it was better than playing defense by yourself and less dangerous than making a deal with the deceptive Fae. Only slightly less dangerous. A plan formed in your mind on the drive home.

You prepared weeks in advance for the spell. You set up wards against any outside forces from disturbing you. Close to midnight, you crept to the living room where all your hard work of the day was on display. A ring of power, thirteen red candles, vials of special oil, and glyphs and symbols drawn in pink and red chalk on your hardwood floor. You disrobed and left your clothes outside the circle. You carried the book at arm's length away. You were desperate, but you weren't willing to press a tome bound in human skin close to your naked body.

At the stroke of midnight, you lit the candles and began the chant. The air shifted around you. Heat rose from the floor as though your living room sat above an active volcano. Candle flames flickered. You stood as the summoning circle began to glow red. Your chanting grew louder as you summoned the creature from the deepest part of the Netherworld.

Outside, nature heeded the call of you raising power. There had been no storm in the weather forecast, but you faintly heard the clap of thunder and lightning and wind rattling every windowsill in your house. Inside, doors flew open as the gates of the Netherworld were flung open. The summoning circle glowed brighter, almost blinding. It burst into flames. It swirled and danced wildly as if looking around your living room with unseen eyes. Sweat glistened on your body from feet away. You set down the book and got down on your knees. The pillar of fire in your living room began to take shape as soon as you knelt on the floor. It seemed to shrink, but molded itself into a humanoid shape.

It was a massive body. Judging by its shape, you could tell it was definitely male and very muscular. You tried not to flinch or shield your eyes. That would be an insult. You let your eyes water and tears welt up and slid down your cheeks as you gazed up at the human-shaped torch. Its light deemed little by little. Once you finished the chant, the bright, almost painful glow of the hellfire puttered out. You saw flesh and corded muscle grow where there was only fire a few moments ago. You jaw hung loose.

Incubi and succubi came in all shapes and sizes. This one came extra large, thick with muscle. His skin was slightly red as if the flames which formed his body beforehand never quite left. Horns arched from his forehead to the ceiling. The incubus wore only a pair of leather trousers. How he got in and out of them was a good question, but not why you summoned him. His eyes might have looked human if not for the slit pupil that gave him a serpentine look. His short hair was dark red, the carpet matched the drapes. You couldn't help up but let your eyes linger down the line of the incubus' body to the treasure trail that disappeared into his pants. Unconsciously, you lick your lips.

"It's not every day I get summoned by a witch so well prepared for me. Sometimes I think others like it when I rip off their ceremonial robes. It's as if they don't understand the kind of demon they're summoning," said the incubus.

He crossed the circle which summoned him to the mortal plane. The incubus stepped closer until he was towering over you. You had to crane your neck far back in order to properly look up at him. A flash of lightning in the window revealed a monstrous yet handsome face. He was cast in shadows again. The thirteen candles you set up paled in comparison to the torch your incubus had been.

"What bargain do you desire to make with me? Say it quickly before I fuck you and take my leave," said the incubus.

"A coven is seeking to destroy me. They hate that I don't want to be one of them and have been going after my family for months. Two weeks ago, they left an imp on my doorstep. They'll continue to escalate if I don't stop them. I need the help of someone far more powerful than I to put them in their place," you answer.

"Then why not summon any other demon? Why...an incubus?" He asked.

"Because my chances of surviving are slightly better with you than a demon general. Besides, it's more fun," you said.

The incubus chuckled. The sound made the hairs on your arms stand on end.

"You might not feel the same way by the time I'm done with you. After getting your revenge and ensuring the coven won't come after you and yours again, would feel the same way if you carried the spawn of an incubus?" Asked the demon.

"Bearing the child of an incubus is a small price to pay to ensure the safety of me and mine. And, getting rid of a troublesome coven who likes to band together against a solitary witch would be a boon to the community in general."

"Stand up. Let me get a look at you." The incubus ordered.

You did as he said. You gave him a little turn for him to inspect the body he was going to be using in exchange for his aid. If he liked what he saw, the incubus said nothing. Neither did he do anything that suggested approval or disapproval. You supposed to an incubus that a human body was just a body, no matter how it was shaped or if it was at all conventionally attractive to other humans. Sexual energy was their food source, so the package didn't matter all that much.

"Enji," said the incubus.

"Pardon?" You said.

"Enji. That is my name. You'll be using it quite often. I guarantee you'll be screaming it all night. I'll seal a bargain with you, witch. In exchange for feasting on your body and energy, I will help you eliminate your enemies. My power is yours...for the time being. That us seal your fate. On your knees."

You didn't question him. You knelt before him. The incubus--Enji stood so tall that your head was barely level with his hips. A large hand patted your head.

"Demon generals shake hands or have witches sign their names in blood. Do you know how some incubi seal contracts?" Asked Enji.

You shake your head, but you were beginning to understand. It didn't take a rocket scientist or an ivory tower wizard to take a lucky guess at how this incubus liked to seal the deal.

"Open," Enji ordered.

You parted your lips. One hand remained atop your head as if he expected you to turn away and book it out of the ring of power. His other untied the cords that held his leather trousers up on his hips. Just as you suspected, the incubus wore only the leather pants. Enji was hard already. How you didn't notice it before when he looked like he was poured into those pants you'll never know. His cock sprang free of its unforgiving confines. You couldn't tell if the burning sensation in your lower belly was truly yours or if Enji used his demonic powers to influence your emotions. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. Incubus cock was said to match their partner's taste. Enji's cock was long, thick, and veiny with a minimal amount of hair at the base. You licked your lips. Enji didn't need his hand on the back of your head to guide you unto his cock. You wrapped your lips around him without further instruction.

You licked the underside of his cock and began to slowly bob your head up and down the length of him. Enji sighed. You brought your hands up to caresses his thighs. You felt the immense heat of his skin through the leather. Enji increased the pressure on your head, moving you fasting.

"Faster, witch." Enji growled. "You want a contract with me, don't?"

You worked his cock faster. You let out soft moans as you sucked him off.

"Deeper." Enji ordered. He placed both hands on either side of your head and motioned your head faster up and down his cock.

You opened your throat more to him. You sucked him off faster and took him deeper. You didn't mind when you gagged on him. Enji petted your head as you sucked his cock. The heat growing in your lower belly became undeniable. Between your legs, you felt wet. Of course, the incubus could smell your arousal.

"Does sucking demon cock make you hot and bothered, little witch? I can smell you. Your slutty cunt can't wait for me to fuck you into the floor." He grunted as he started bucking his hips against your face. "You're going to let me use that mouth of yours as a cunt. You're going to take all of me down your pretty little throat, and don't you dare complain later about your jaw hurting. You're going to get very used to having your mouth used as my fuck toy."

Enji pushed his cock all the way down your throat. You sputtered and gagged violently, but you didn't resist him. His large hands held your head in place. Enji's thick cock made your jaws ache. The world was swallowed up by the scent of him. All of your senses were possessed by him. Touch, taste, sound, smell, sight. You were full of him, and he hadn't even fucked your now soaked pussy yet. You made such ungodly noises as you let the incubus fuck your mouth and throat. The demon standing above you grunted and growled. His fingers pressed into your skull. You dared a glance up towards his face. You shuddered as the harsh beauty of him stared back you. The incubus' face was screwed up in pleasure from using you as he saw fit.

"That's where you belong, witch. Kneeling, below me. Used by me. And you like it, don't you? You like being used as a demon's fuck toy?"

You would have nodded if you could. His hands kept your head still for his use. How much was the incubus' influence and how much was your own horniness talking, the world may never know. This was a small price to pay to get back at the coven of bitches.

"Mhmm," you hummed.

Enji fucked your throat faster and harder than any human could. You didn't know what else to do with your hands, so you let them fall to your sides.

"Take my...cum. Take all my cum down your throat, witch. Don't you dare waste a drop." Enji growled.

He thrust fast into your mouth. You gagged violently as he pushed your mouth, jaw, and throat to accept all of him. Did he get bigger? Your tongue lathed the thick veins on the underside of his cock. You tasted him all the way in the back of your throat. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you found yourself orgasming before Enji even touched you down there. His movements slowed and his pace became erratic. Enji shoved himself down all the way until your nose brushed the bit of crimson hair at the base of his cock.

Enji grabbed the back of your neck and squeezed. He growled and finished down your throat. Rope after rope of cum shot into your mouth. You swallowed every drop. Somehow, you managed to keep breathing through your nose. Your breath came in and out in heavy drags through your nostrils. Enji's cum tasted salty and sweet at the same time. You whined when Enji yanked himself free of your mouth. His fingers swiped the stray beads of his cum from the corner of your mouth and shoved his fingers inside.

"I told you not to waste a single drop. Do you not know how to follow directions?"

"I'm...I'm sorry, sir," you whimpered.

He gave your cheek a gentle smack. "Don't let it happen again." Enji sniffed the air and grinned. "You came too, didn't you, horny little bitch? I can smell it. I haven't even touched your greedy cunt yet and you came from me fucking your throat."

His grin was predatory. You nodded your head. You didn't need to check to see if it was true and couldn't deny it either. An incubus of Enji's prowess could smell a lie just as well as he could smell your lust on the air.

"Turn around and bend over. If you're going to act like a bitch in heat, I'm going to fuck you like one," said Enji.

You didn't have to be told twice. Turning your back to the incubus, you bent over. Your cheek rest on the unusually warm floor. You spread your legs and arched your back for him. Enji took one step toward you before getting on his knees behind you. You heard him stroke his cock. Enji teased your soaking, aching cunt with his cock. It didn't surprise you that he was hard as steel again. The hard blunt tip teased your pussy. He slid in just the tip, pulled out, and pushed it in again.

"Please, please, sir. I want it. I need it so bad." You begged.

"Oh? What do you want so bad that you're begging an incubus to help you?" Enji asked, mocking you.

"Please...please, fuck me, sir. I need your cock inside me! Please fuck me." You begged.

Your pleading amused him. You had to crane your neck to see the grin spreading across his face. Rough, large hands grabbed your hips. At the same time, Enji pulled you to him. His cock buried to the hilt in one smooth motion. He filled every inch of your insides. You clawed at the wood floor, not to get away, but because his cock felt too damn good. Enji was thrusting inside of you. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the room along with your moans of pleasure. You bit your lip trying to maintain some composure and not go mad from Enji drilling your pussy, but it earned you a sharp smack on your upper thigh by your hip.

"Did I say you could be quiet? I want to hear you scream, witch. Now, let me hear it!" Enji growled. He slapped your thigh again.

You didn't hold back this time. You let out a long moan and whimpered as his cock drove you into the floor. Enji's thrusts were relentless and merciless. You could his cock press against the pit of your stomach. His large, greedy hands groped, spanked, and pinched every inch of flesh within reach. The pounding you received only emphasized the sharp sting on your ass. Enji slapped each cheek when he withdrew, and slammed hard against you to make you cry out from the pain. He gripped your hips and dragged your body up and down his fat cock.

Enji ordered you to scream, and you did. Your brain turned to mush after the first mind-blowing, spine-tingling orgasm. Your body went limp though Enji didn't bother pulling out. He continued to plow into your body in that fast, harsh pace. His body enveloped your as he rolled you unto your side. Enji threw one of your legs on top of his waist as he lay with you on the wood floor. His thrusts were shallow, but his cock made your eyes roll back. Another wave tsunami wave of pleasure crashed into you. Enji hot breath fanned across your skin just before he sank his teeth into your shoulders.

You dug your nails into his shoulders. Your head fell back and you screamed. Enji suckled on the wound without missing a beat. He was still buried in your heat as he left your skin bruised and marked by his mark.

Sweaty, shaking, and pliable, Enji pushed you onto your back. His large hands forced your hands to take hold of your legs behind your knees. Wordlessly, he pushed your legs back until they touched your shoulders. He prodded your mouth open. You sucked and licked his thick calloused fingers. Enji pried your mouth open to spit.

"Swallow," he growled.

You did. A moment later, Enji was fucking you into the floor again. He filled every inch of you. His cock reached deep and pounded away at the last strings of insanity. Your wordless screams and drooling brought a feral grin to his face.

"You're so good at taking demon cock, witch? Would you be upset if I finished inside your stretched cunt? It belongs to me now, after all? Fill you up with incubus spawn? Make you produce me an heir?" Enji spoke through gritted teeth. His thrusts turned erratic.

"E-Enji--" You whined.

Enji shook his head. "No turning back now, witch. You knew better than making a deal with an incubus. Why don't you be a good breeding bitch for me, eh?"

"P-Please...please give it to me, Enji! Please give me your cum." You begged.

Enji's thrusts faltered for one brief second before quickly resuming. His brow quirked up at your drooling face. He tucked his hands beneath your shoulders so you had nowhere to go while trapped under his massive body. He slammed in and out of you.

"You want me to cum inside your pretty pussy, witch? You want my cum in exchange for the power to destroy your enemies? Is that what you truly want? Say it!"

"Give me your cum, Master! Cum inside me. Fuck your spawn into me. Give me your cum, give it to me!" You scream. You let go of your legs and rest them on Enji's shoulders. You reach for his face, kiss his hot lips, and hold onto his horns.

"What a good slut I've acquired," said Enji.

He didn't stop or falter again until you were his perfect rag doll, a sex toy. Enji slammed his hips against yours harder and harder to the point where you thought you could shatter. And in a manner of speaking, you did. The final orgasm of yours did make you shatter and splinter into a million pieces. Your nails ran down his back. Your body had no room to spread out as white-hot ecstasy possessed your very being. Enji gathered you in his arms. He wasn't close to finishing until he held you tight to his chest where you almost suffocated with your head pressed into his flesh. His growl of pleasure was nothing human. He didn't even sound like any animal you knew of when he exploded. Rope after rope of cum painted your insides. The closeness of your bodies prevented most of it from leaking out, and that was probably the idea.

Enji left you panting for breath, sweaty, and boneless. There wasn't even a single drop of sweat on his brow as he relaxed on his knees. His large hand uncurled your legs from his shoulders and put them on his hips. He was still buried to the hilt inside your pussy. Enji caressed your lower belly with one of his massive hands.

"And...the pact is sealed," said Enji.

A warmth filled your belly. Red light glowed from Enji's palm and caressed your skin like a mild sun burn. When he removed his hand, a magic circle and strange glyphs were tattooed into your stomach. You smiled at the pact mark even as Enji's cock grew hard again while still inside your cunt. You touched his chest as Enji rocked into you slowly. All of it was just a small price to pay

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witchthewriter · 2 months

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Gaz: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Soap: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Y/N: You’re both pathetic

Soap: What do YOU sleep with?

Y/N: Simon.

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nestypewriter · 4 months

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[Yandere! Witch]: My dear! Would you be a doll and fetch me the saliva of a werewolf?

[Familiar Darling]: Of course, sir! (You rush out the door)

5 minutes later

[Familiar Darling]:I'm back! (Holding out a bottle of saliva while IN covered in saliva)

[Yandere! Witch]: Ugh, dear, what happened to you?

[Familiar Darling]: I played with the werewolf( handing out the bottle).

[Yandere! Witch]: Umm..thank you dear (waved his hand, and the saliva covering you disappeared).

[Yandere! Witch]: But still take a bath; the dirty mutt could still track you.

[Familiar darling]: Yes, sir! (Running upstairs)

[Yandere! Witch]: Ahh, yes, it's almost done (starring the boiling pot).

[Yandere! Witch]: Thanks to my darling familiar! , I have now finished making my soul blinding potion (pouring the bottle of werewolf's saliva into the pot)

[Yandere! Witch]: Now I can be with my darling forever! Nothing will tear us apart, even death! HAHAHAHHAH!

With [familiar darling]

HAHAAHAHAHAHA

[Familiar darling]: There he goes again, laughing to himself.

[Familiar darling]: silly master~(shaking their head)

#x reader #yandere x reader #yandere drabble #oc x reader #yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x you #yandere dialogues #yandere witch

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heartfullofleeches · 1 month

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Witch Reader: How many times must I tell you I'm not interested.

"My love... I'll do anything to call you mine. If you will not belong to me.... I believe that little"accident" at the lake the other evening has strange enough causes to point fingers in your direction......."

Witch Reader: You wouldn't dare....

"All it takes is one rumor.. I'll give you a night to decide."

[As their guest leaves - Reader hears scratching at their window]

"meow?"

Witch Reader: Not you too... Go away, I've had enough trouble for one night.

[The next morning - Reader wakes to heavy pounding on their front door]

Witch Reader: ugh... what now?

[Reader opens their front door to find the little black cat that's been following them home on their doorstep. Its body shudders as it violently retches - form taking shape of a human's as it coughs, finally spitting out the blockage lodged in its throat. The eye rolls to a stop at Reader's feet - staring up at them coldly.]

Black Cat Hybrid Yan: I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble, Master. Look, I brought you a present so can I please come inside? It gets cold out here at night without you to hold

Witch Reader: Hm. That'll do, cat. Come in before anyone else see you.

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere text #yandere hybrid #witch reader

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harveywritings92 · 4 months

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Stolas : There's one thing I've got to know. Why'd you stay with me all day? Risking your butt for someone who's never given you anything but trouble?

R/n: I know what it's like, y'know? Trying to rebuild a life.

[They hold up a bag, and gives Stolas a book he wanted to buy; but it was sold out, which led to them both getting in to so much trouble]

R/n: I've had a few bad days, myself.

[Ecstatically, Stolas takes the book and hugs it.]

Stolas: Nice ones like you shouldn't have bad days. *Bends down and kisses R/n on the forehead.*

R/n, touches their forehead and smiles:

[Stolas felt his heart skipped a beat his eyes widened. He tosses the book over his shoulder and picks a surprised R/n off the ground and gives them a big dang kiss in front of Blitzo and Octavia, who looked at each other incredulously shrugged then looked back at Stolas and R/n just as Stolas set the out breath human back on the ground.]

Stolas, blushing: Call me!~

R/n, smiles shyly as they walk away: Don't push your luck! *Notices Blitzo smirking* Whaddya looking at Blitz?

Blitzo: You realize this makes us proxy F*ck buddies now, right? Maybe next time we can have a threesome!

R/n, facepalming as they gets into his van: Agh....Doubt it.

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[R/n = Reader name.]

{Just to note Stolas is gay he loves the reader Platonically. (the reader is AFAB Nonbinary). the reason he kisses them was due to the overwhelming emotions of joy and gratitude brought on from being treated kindly and shown that someone genuinely cares about him and his interests.]

#S: batman the animated series #helluva boss incorrect quotes #helluva boss x reader #afab nb reader #human reader #Witch! reader #helluva stolas #blitzo x reader x stolas #stolas x blitz #stolas x reader #helluva blitzo #helluva octavia #helluva boss

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itstheendofthegoddamnworld · 7 months

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Kissed by Moonlight (Alucard x Witch! Reader) 3

A/N: Thanks for the wait! The last two weeks have been a rollercoaster for me, and this is the only place I can go to escape. This POV will mainly be from Alucard's perspective.

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Chapter 3

He's glad you don't see his face when he leaves - rushing out with any excuse under the sun.

In his mind, it's a mess, his senses frantic, elevated to a pulsing rush that he can't tell if the rush of a heartbeat is his or hers.

His skin feels alight in almost agony, every step he takes gives him more reason to be rid of the witch he’s allowed into his father’s castle—no, his castle now. He can be quicker than her to get rid of her before she finds any weapon to use against him.

He could make it fleeting the pain- he was not cruel like his father - he was always quick with giving death to those, it was maybe the human part of him who saw it the same way as giving an animal mercy.

She will find some way to boil my blood, he told himself, crush my bones to make powder. He could not stop the frantic part of his mind screaming not to be so kind to her, not to provide her the things any host should.

He couldn't trust humans again - he told that to himself over and over again - not those whom he allowed to understand the knowledge of his castle, even those who had killed his mother had become a bitter memory. Alucard was no fool, it was the same pain his father felt the day his mother left them, but even his pain, grief and rage burnt him into the man Dracula was always meant to be. Alucard was not as certain if he could possess such vengeance on humanity so soon, but he had tried being sympathetic and it had gotten him scored and beaten. It burnt him all the same, and the betrayals would keep coming to him, over and over again.

Maybe it was his human side, the side of his mother, that was telling him to be a good host, to tend to her injuries and give her refuge. She would've done the same if she was here. Though he was not just part human, and if his father had still been living or had she stumbled into any other vampire's home, it would’ve been in the blink of an eye before his father had her innards spilt and hung as decoration, her throat slashed before her fist could make contact with the doors.

It had worked with his mother though, would it be a coincidence if it could happen again?

Human or not, Alucard knew she had been a witch the second she entered his father’s castle. The stench of witches was ancient and as old as the earth itself. It was one of old power, dormant yet ready to strike. It was stronger on her compared to other creatures he had come across.

Alucard was knowledgeable about witches' hatred for most creatures: humans, creatures of the night, and vampires.

They were familiar with their kind, keeping to themselves, sometimes nomadic and travelling until they could find a place they called their own.

But this girl was far from her coven, muddied and riddled in cuts, she looked half from dead by the time she arrived at the doors of the castle. Alucard did not doubt that if she had not been any sooner, night creatures would've found quick work of her body, he would've been little to no help at all at this point.

Running a hand through his golden locks, Alucard sighed heavily, defeatedly, staring off to the side at the portrait, half-covered and drawn from the sight of his mother. Her lovely, kind smile brought him to feel the guilt first, then the resolution. "You will call me harsh," he said aloud, in acceptance of the unfortunate situation, "but giving her one month of refuge was enough-- even Father would have called me brash for such a thing. No doubt agreeing her body would be spiked alongside the others."

He does not dare look at her in the painted gaze, knowing that despite it being a painting, her knowing gaze is enough to make him feel further shame. He does not regret his choice of words or his apathy. It's rough work to trust again, and he thinks he will never open his heart to a stranger again. He will keep her at arm's length before her final day comes, and then he'll send her on her merry way, never to be seen here again.

He could imagine his friends, even hearing their precise words in the back of his mind, nagging him. "You should be kinder, Alucard." Sypha is first to console with gentle words, but hers are just like his mother's. "You do not know how far she has come."

He thinks and he agrees before he thinks to his other friend's opinion. What do you think, Trevor? He regrets asking in his head, to the exact reasoning, he knows how the Belmont would answer, "I'm not sober enough to be having this fucking conversation."

The Dhampir sighs dejectedly, finding reason to begin with slowly finding parts of the castle to keep to, in hopes of avoiding her.

The awkward exchange was enough to make you feel even more threatened than before. Just as you thought you had been able to see the smallest of cracks in Alucard's personality, he shut you out. You didn't feel angered by that though, you knew killing your father was enough to make anyone feel a sense of sorrow to hang for the rest of one's days.

You decided to clear up the plates and then find where Alucard spoke of the guest bedroom, where, to your delight was a better place to stay than anywhere you had stayed for all your days of living. The room was far too spacious to be one that belonged to perhaps a member of staff, with silken sheets and dropped curtains, the bed looked lavish enough that you feared you would never be able to rise from again if you dared lay on it.

Thanking yourself for being clean before you threw yourself onto the bed, your body screamed in joy when the softness of the sheets hit you, and you were overcome with a smell of light lavender, soothing and sweet. You could almost imagine hitting the pillows right away and having the best sleep of your entire life, but you knew that that had to wait. Exploring awaited.

It was perhaps a blessing that you didn’t run into Alucard as you wandered the long halls, taking in the aged beauty of the castle. You took in the paintings, the décor, the statues that made you know that life once hung in the halls. It hung like doom how the drab ruin and cracks in the walls told you the castle would never be the same. You told yourself that if you were allowed, you could help tidy some of the rubble.

Your gaze caught a painting you hadn’t seen before: caught in secrecy with a red curtain, covering the majority of the oil painting. Taking glances behind you and in front, you drew in closer, pulling the curtain back to reveal the beauty of the canvas.

The two figures you didn’t recognise, but they looked like opposites. Light hair and dark hair. The sun and the Moon. Human and Vampire. You knew the vampire was Dracula: from his dark locks and wine-coloured eyes, he was drawn closely to his wife, whom you now knew was Alucard’s mother.

The woman was comely and time had not taken away her beauty. Her lips were curled in a sweet, soft smile, holding in her arms a buddle of blond curls similar to hers.

You stared as you looked at the babe, his innocent beaming smile had small fangs poking out, his golden eyes were joining his duel backgrounds, and though you feared the Dhampir, you could not help but find the baby version of him to be adorable.

What made you what you are now? You thought.

Continuing from the corridor, you entered the closest room with its door slightly ajar. It was dark when you entered, the tall curtains drawn. You didn’t wish to disturb the room as it already was by pulling back the curtains, you opted for a better solution.

Looking back through the door you came through, you cupped your hands in front of you, speaking a gentle tone, “Ardeo.”

Your flame came with better ease, yet it acted as the needed torch and light to help you see better. You can now take in the room better: amazed by the very sight in front of you.

You knew Dracula was a man of knowledge, but the room you stepped into was one of grandeur no living man would ever comprehend. Despite the mess of some bookshelves, its books scattered everywhere, the room was very much one that left you in awe.

Observing closer, your curiosity got the better of you (your mother always told you that), and walking over to the books you could see. Using one hand, you scanned the spines, taking in the words. Some were foreign to you, others in the language you knew, but were that not even the church could understand.

This… was far more than just common knowledge, and you were amazed by how much any subject could be used. You grew interested in Dracula, which had books on different species, one you had in particular.

Humans, vampires, dhampirs, speaker magic. Witches.

In the face of being so absorbed in the books in front of you, you failed to hear the sound of a door creaking open, the fluttering of a cape, the sound of footsteps approaching with such haste, that you didn’t have time to look-

“What do you think you’re doing in here?” The voice barked, a hand pulled you away from them, and from the small flames in your hand, the face in front of you erupted from fury to fear.

Alucard had every right to be angry at you in this moment: you did after all cross into a room you were not supposed to go in. It was not that that made your heart rate spike, but the fact that his sword was once again by your throat, cold as a kiss of death against your flesh.

He did not speak, but even if you tried to, the blade made it difficult with how it dug into your skin. You cried out, both of you mirroring one another with expressions: horror written in your eyes.

How when you had seen his baby picture as adorable, you wanted to take it all back, now was replaced with the sight of his fangs flashing in front of you, hissing like a feral cat in distress.

You felt his hand leave your shoulder, and the strength alone was brutal in how tight his grip was. He was not as close to you now, only did you see those golden eyes staring directly into the flames you held as if it was a normal phenomenon.

“I’m sorry,” you rasped, shaking the fire away as the room was engulfed in darkness once again. Only, you were thankful that you could see the outline of his figure still there, watching you in dread and anticipation for what you would do next. “The door… was open—I’m sorry, I overstepped.”

Alucard did not speak, for it seemed he was struck with a fear you had felt many times before. Only did you direct his attention to the book in your other hand, did he seem not to be so rigid.

Witches: The Natural Guide to Magic, Witchcraft and the Occult

His next act startles you when you feel the blade of his sword loosen just enough to allow you to breathe, and he stares between the book and yourself. “Why would a witch need a book like that?”

You stared at him as if you had been slapped across the face. It seemed only a coincidence you couldn’t cast spells, and him being part vampire would’ve noticed too if you had intent on attacking him.

He speaks again, eyes squinted on you. “You could’ve killed me at this point, a hundred times over.”

“I could’ve, but I didn’t… even with the generosity, you offered me refuge,” you calmed yourself enough to speak the truth. “No, I’ve simply lost my skills.”

Alucard stares at you sceptically, “You’re a witch who can’t do spells?” He motions to your hands, “What were those flames then? Some Parlor trick? An illusion?” Regardless of how for a moment ago, threatened you, his voice is sardonic and light.

You could only laugh bitterly, “You’ll think I’m mad.” But the look he gave you told you he already thought so. He was still hesitant of you, you could tell, from the way he stood, and that he was not afraid to use that longsword, always by his side. Whatever he had faced, he still had the mental scars he could not heal.

If I want to get into his good graces, I need to prove I’m not the crones he’s heard of.

You collected yourself, to tell somewhat of the truth. “The coven I was brought into, they were powerful sisters. They welcomed my mama when she was at her worst, and when she had me, they spoke of my destiny, my worth. I was young when they were all slaughtered—slaughtered by”

“Vampires,” Alucard concluded, and his face did not read with the content of knowing that you may have disdain for him.

“I lost my abilities, my skill to heal, to bring back something from death, that was all gone that day, the day I found my mama’s body, drained of all blood.”

“I do not expect you to like me,” Alucard began, and you noticed the way his sword retracted from your neck, floating by his side. “I have certain books that could help you, to help you when you leave. It is one thing I can offer, the books.”

You remembered his deal, to be here for a month before you were sent on your way: one month to gain as much knowledge as you could, as many things you could remember to do or be taught. It was a chance you could only have once, and you were not wishing to reject it when it was being presented to you on a silver platter.

“You would help me?” You questioned.

“My mother would’ve helped you gain your strength, your confidence once again. She was a healer after all, and helping was her job.” There was that softness you noticed he had when he spoke about his mother, and it ripped your heart in two to think of your own.

“You’re not so cruel as I thought The Alucard would be.” You quipped, gathering the books that had dropped to the ground as you began to help tidy. Unbeknownst to you, the smallest of smiles graced the dhampir’s lips, his eyes glowing with a warming amiability.

#castlevania alucard x reader #alucard castlevania #adrian tepes #adrian tepes x reader #alternate universe #castlevania fanfic #reader is a witch #mixed race reader #half black! reader #itstheendofthegoddamnworld writes #witch! reader #alucard x reader #part 3

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marvelfilth · 6 months

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Need (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: g!p Natasha Romanoff, g!p Wanda Maximoff, implied influence of sex pollen, PWP, threesome, unprotected sex, blow job

Summary: absolutely zero plot, straight up PWP

Masterlist

You finally let yourself relax for the first time in the past two days, closing your eyes and throwing yourself on the couch.

You hate stealth missions. You are more of an explosion type of girl, coming in with a bang, kicking some ass and leaving as soon as possible, but this - staying hidden, moving in shadows, and sneaking behind people's backs - this is more of a Natasha thing, which is why she is the one in charge.

You sigh, turning your head to look at the redhead. She is bent over some documents, her brows furrowed in deep thought. Wanda appears by her side a moment later, drops of sweat rolling down her temples.

You sit up, and focus on the women in front of you. Hours ago something went wrong when you split up, they came back looking as guilty as ever, reassuring you that everything was alright, and you believed them then. Now you're not so sure.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, pinning them down with your eyes.

Wanda jumps in surprise and moves to stand behind the table, slightly bending over. Your eyes narrow at the sight.

"Everything is alright. You should go to the store, we don't have anything to eat," Natasha says through gritted teeth, not meeting your eyes.

Your mouth opens in shock, eyes straying to Wanda's in search of support, but you find her in a similar state - eyes dark and jaw clenched tight.

"You two go to the store. Maybe some fresh air will help you get your shit together." You huff, choosing to walk away from the women and hole up in your room, but when you pass by Wanda, your hand accidentally grazing hers, she lets out an actual growl, the wood of the table squeaking in her hold. Her eyes burn bright red, her mouth open as she pants heavily.

"What's wrong?" You hurry to her side, cupping her jaw to inspect her face, and her hips thrust forward, her eyes closing as she whines.

"You need to go." Natasha's low voice reaches your ears, making you look at the redhead. "Leave, before it's too late."

You blink and take a step back, concern swirling in your chest. "What is going on? Let me help."

Wanda takes a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reaches for your hand.

"Wanda," Natasha warns, her tone steel-like, but Wanda pays her no mind, her fingers hot on your arm as she pulls you flush against her front, burrowing her nose in the back of your neck and grinding her hips against your backside, her rock hard cock straining in the confines of her pants.

You gasp, unconsciously arching your back to meet her messy humps, her hands curling around your waist, her mouth hot on your neck. "W-wanda."

Natasha walks around the table and you finally see her fully, see the bulge in her pants, see the veins in her tense forearms. "Leave," she croaks, "before we completely lose control."

You let an involuntary whimper, the sound making Natasha pounce on you with animalistic need. Her lips are on yours, enveloping you in their warmth, her hands are rough on your hips, squeezing and tugging you away from the other woman, but Wanda doesn't budge, growling against your neck and holding on to your waist.

Natasha stumbles back, breathless, and closes her eyes tightly, her fists clenched tight. "This is your last chance. If you don't leave now, we'll take it as your permission to do whatever we want to you."

Wanda hums against the slope of your neck, nipping and sucking on the tender skin, her hot tongue soothing the sting. You gulp, head falling back against her shoulder.

"Use me," you whisper, "do whatever you want."

Natasha's eyes flash, and then she's pushing you down to your knees. Your mouth falls open as her pants and underwear slide down her legs. Her fat cock stands proudly against her stomach, precum leaking down the tip. You barely have enough time to wet your lips before she pushes it down your throat, holding your face between her hands and fucking your mouth like her life depends on it. She throws her head back, strands of her fiery red hair framing her face as she loses herself in her desire.

Wanda mewls beside you, and you glance at her, eyes widening when you see her straining cock in her fist. She pumps it fast, her eyes on you, and you reach out, your fingers wrapping around the length. She closes her eyes, her hands settle on your shoulders as you slowly jerk her off, your throat burning from Natasha's cock. She pulls away to let you take a breath, but you don't have enough time for that - Wanda immediately takes her place, shoving herself into your mouth, her balls slapping against your chin.

You blink back tears, trying to relax your throat, but still gagging on her length.

"M'sorry, detka," she murmurs, "you'll have to take it all."

Natasha taps her tip on your cheek, her fingers tangling in your hair. You pull away, finally allowed to breathe properly, and clench your thighs at the sight of their cocks in front of your face, your wetness staining your sleep shorts as you subtly grind on your heel.

Natasha growls, and then you're pulled off the floor and thrown over the spy's shoulder. She carries you to her bedroom with ease, and throws you on the bed. Wanda hurriedly tugs off your clothes, almost ripping your underwear in haste to get you naked. Natasha is on you the second you're laid bare, ready to claim your most vulnerable part. You spread your legs, bending them at your knees, your thighs wet with your arousal. Natasha tugs you closer, and forces you on your hands and knees.

"Better," she husks, the tip of her cock pushing between your folds and into your tight heat, your walls clenching tightly around her shaft. She moans, thrusting balls deep, "Such a good pussy, taking me like a good slut."

You cry out, mouth falling wide open, and see Wanda settle in front of you, her cock still wet with your spit. She takes hold of your jaw and pushes your head down, simultaneously thrusting her cock deep inside your throat. "Fuck, Nat, we should've done this sooner."

They fuck you like you're a common whore, using your holes to their liking, Wanda's balls slapping against your chin, Natasha's palms placed possessively on your ass. You gag on the witch's shaft, tears streaming down your face, but she's too far gone in her pleasure to notice, hips snapping faster with each thrust. Natasha's length spreads your cunt almost painfully, the tip of her thick cock pushing against your cervix with each rough thrust.

Your moans send vibrations through Wanda's length, making the young witch cry out, her abs taut with tension, fingers pulling at your hair harshly. She comes down your throat with a loud moan, making you gag on her cum. You pull away, struggling to swallow the load that leaks all over your face and chest.

Natasha's thrusts become erratic as she gets closer to her own release, her fat cock sloshing in your wetness.

"Tasha- ah, please," you gasp, and she flips you on your back, changing the angle.

"Louder, baby," she pants, snapping her hips faster, her fingers leaving bruises on your hips. "I want everyone to know what a cock slut you are." Her dirty words make your head spin, your walls clenching around her thickness, trying to swallow her in.

Wanda throws one led over your stomach, now hovering over you, and pushes your breasts together before thrusting her cock between them. You eagerly open your mouth, welcoming the reddened tip. She whines and mewls as she plays with your breasts, her thumbs stroking your nipples, ready to come again just from the sight below her.

Your legs are spread wider before they're thrown over Nat's shoulders. She presses her palm against the bulge in your belly, making you scream, "Yes! Ah- Nat… Yes, yes, yes- deeper, I need you deeper."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she thrusts one last time, releasing a load of cum into your clenching heat. The pressure inside you releases as you're hit by the most powerful orgasm you've ever had. A few seconds later Wanda follows, forcing your jaw open and thrusting the tip of her cock inside. This time you swallow it all.

She falls on the bed beside you, her body glistening with sweat as you both catch your breath. Natasha slowly pulls out, gently massaging your thighs before taking place on your other side.

"We're not done," she whispers against your ear, her palm cupping your pussy. "We're not done until we've used every single one of your holes. And after that we'll go back to the compound, and we'll do it again and again and again."

Wanda nods, grinning wolfishly, and settles over you, her cock on your lower stomach, ready to fulfill Natasha's promise.

You gulp and spread your legs wider, ready to give them everything.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x you #black widow x reader #scarlet witch x reader

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themidnightcrimson · 2 months

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good morning ࿏ wm

summary: in which you decide to get what you want first thing in the morning.

words: 3.9k

warnings: top!wanda, power bottom!reader, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink, cumstrap (r receiving), somno (r giving), blowjob on cumstrap (r giving), enhanced strap, brief choking, just imagining slutting top!wanda out like this woeidbsibfwioe its the power bottom in me

this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.

masterlist.

The room was cool and the bed warm by the time you woke up. Legs shifting smoothly under the crisp sheets, you could hear the faint chirp of a lone bird outside the window along with what sounded like a gentle spring morning rain shower.

Plat plat plat plat the rain softly tapped against the window and quietly onto the roof above you. It was a sleepy rain, an early morning rain whose clouds blocked the sun from glaring through your window. It made waking a little easier, a little more soft.

The other thing that made waking a peaceful experience was the warm body you were tangled up with. The soft, curled ends of light brown hair tickled your bare shoulder, and it was the first thing you saw in the dim room as you opened your eyes. Your head rose and fell slowly with Wanda’s steady breath. It was resting on her bare chest, the skin there hot against your ear. She always slept so hot.

Your legs were tangled with hers, your arm thrown across her torso. As you blinked your eyes awake, you tilted your head upwards to get an angle of her from below. The stretch of her jawbone, the mountain of her cheekbones just beyond it. Heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, deep pink lips pursed in her sleep. The crinkle between her eyebrows that was always there when she slept. She was starting to get a permanent wrinkle from it, and while she was embarrassed of it, you told her it was just the imprint of all the dreams she’d ever had right there in one wrinkle between her brows so she would never forget them. Wanda was always a deep dreamer, for better or worse.

The puffy comforter you shared rested right below her breasts, likely pushed down during her overheated sleep. Her hair was splayed over her chest, barely covering the peaks of her soft pink nipples. Her skin looked pale and soft under the dim gloomy morning light. You let your hand glide over the soft expanse of her tummy, fingers pressing into her flesh as you shift, waking up a little more. Letting out a silent yawn, you casually let your hand stroll further down beneath the blanket, being thrown off guard a little when your hand touches cool silicone between her legs.

It was Wanda’s new creation still left strapped around her hips via harness from last night’s endeavors. It took a lot of research and magical effort for Wanda to create her enchanted strap that functions like a biological part of her body. Using her magic, she enchanted the strap so that she can feel through it and cum through it. Let’s just say the first few tries once she perfected it could be described as very quick, hot, and wet on her end. It was the most mind-blowing feeling she had ever felt, being able to feel you inside. Even now, a few weeks later, she still warns you how sensitive it still is, which you could tell from the beginning because of how fast she came with you.

Wanda’s magic was very powerful—spontaneous creation. For that reason, she insisted on wearing a condom the first several times using the enchanted strap out of fear of accidental pregnancy, though you knew she secretly had a breeding kink. Finally, she stopped using condoms, but she still pulled out of you every time. It was hot, seeing her get so close to just doing it, to just letting go and planting her cum deep inside you. You could see it on her face every time. But every time, milliseconds before release, she pulls out and chooses to spill all over your tummy or back instead. Of course, that was also hot in its own right. But you desperately wanted her to cum inside. You weren’t sure if it was the risk or the ownership aspect of it, but you fucking needed it.

And you knew she wanted it too. She had a tendency to hold you down when she’s about to cum, almost as if she is about to force you to take her cum, which you willingly would take every single drop. You even told her in a heated moment of passion to cum inside you once, and she almost did accidentally. Hearing you say that made her orgasm immediately, and she had to frantically pull out right as she spurted all over your mound, making sounds you’d never heard her make.

And now, in the dim morning light with cozy rain coming from outside, and Wanda’s soft, warm sleeping body with her cock in your hand as you thought over all these times with the new magical piece, you wanted it.

But she was so pretty and peaceful in her sleep with her crinkled brow of dreams and her slowly rising and falling chest. You wouldn’t wake her.

Licking your lips, you shifted your body so that you hovered over her, taking great care in slinking down her body without moving the blankets or the bed too much. With the hem of the blanket resting at the back of your neck, you rested your elbows over her plush thighs, eyeing the strap that now sat right in front of your face.

Humming, you trail your fingers to the harness straps, fiddling with the fabric on her hips for a moment before you carefully let them trail to the base of her cock, taking it in your fist gently. Glancing back up to her, you saw the same image—her head resting on the pillow, turned to the side, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The warmth between your legs grew as you formulated the plan of your desires, licking your lips and coming closer to her strap.

You placed Wanda’s length in your mouth. It surprised you every time how big she was—an advantage she smugly gave herself when crafting her piece. Suctioning your lips, you began to swirl your tongue around the tip of the strap with a gentle but purposeful pressure.

It didn’t take long before your mouth ignited the spell within the strap, and her magic peered through the silicone in cracks that looked like molten lava in a crimson hue. That’s how you knew she was aroused now, and as you looked up at her again, she was still sleeping as peacefully as ever.

It took some practice for you to understand how to give your girlfriend a blowjob since it was your first time, but Wanda was patient and could get off with basically any touch you gave her with how sensitive the strap felt when she wore it anyways.

So you lowered your mouth further down on her strap that was warming up between your lips, keeping your hand on the base to keep it steady. Letting your other hand gently squeeze her thigh, you sucked her gently, wanting to make her feel good but not wanting to wake her up. It startled you when, as you took her entirety in your mouth so that the tip of her cock poked the back of your throat, Wanda’s legs twitched under you. It was only once and, looking up as you deepthroated her, you saw that the sleeping look on her face remained unchanged.

The depth with which you took her in your throat prompted tears to form in your eyes and saliva in your mouth. Sniffling, you kept taking her all the way in and then suctioning as you lifted your mouth from her, letting your tongue flick around her tip before deepthroating her again. You were slow and gentle, but she was hot and throbbing with magical arousal. You could even smell it on her now and, reaching down under the base where her slit was, you found that she was wet there, too.

Getting excited, you bobbed your head perhaps a little too hard, and she twitched again, this time letting her head sway to the other side. You paused, waiting for any sign of further movement or signs of being awake, but she was still deep asleep, the crease in her brow deeper now. You went back to sucking her off dutifully, and as wet sounds filled the air, Wanda moved again, this time arching her back. The movement sent her hips bucking up, which shoved her cock into your throat unexpectedly, causing you to choke on her girth.

Recovering, you continued carefully and watched as she twitched and squirmed in her sleep, somehow still staying deep asleep even as you could feel her throb faster. Her lips fell open at one point, soft gasps of air filling the quiet, dim room along with your wet sucking sounds. Her body heated up even more under your hands, and she started to buck her hips more.

Picking up your speed, you deepthroated her more and more, choking yourself on her strap while she grew even more restless. You knew she was seconds away from cumming, so you grabbed the base of her strap and sucked harder and faster. Finally, with a whispery, sleepy moan, and a more violent twitch of her hips, Wanda came in your mouth. You kept your mouth around her, feeling her warm cum gush at the back of your throat and ooze down it. You waited, letting her twitch and gasp and push out every last drop of cum before you finally swallowed it and took her out of your mouth. She was sweet to the taste with just a hint of metal, an interesting mix of her magic that reminded you of the taste of her real arousal.

There were many benefits to this magical creation of Wanda’s, one of many being that there was an unlimited supply.

Her cock now wet and shiny and slightly glowing, you carefully crawled back up her body and straddled her. She had almost immediately fallen back into utter stillness as soon as she came, except for her chest that was rising and falling much faster now. Biting your lip, you reached down and took her breasts into your hands, squeezing and letting your thumb roll over her nipples that were already rock hard for you. You could feel her cock, resting below your thigh, twitch and throb, basically vibrating with magic. All you could taste was her cum that coated the inside of your mouth, the taste still soaked into your tongue.

She just looked so pretty, even more relaxed now, having just helplessly cum in your mouth without even knowing it. Leaning down, you pressed a chaste kiss to her still lips before moving your mouth to her neck and pressing soft, wet kisses there. You let your hand grope her breasts for a moment before sliding it down and rubbing her tummy, lowering it further and further until you reached below yourself and took her strap in your hand again.

Still kissing her neck, and feeling her twitch once below you, you adjusted yourself over her cock and rubbed your throbbing, wet slit down her length, not letting it go inside. You remember the first time you did that, before she ever went inside you with the new strap, and she had prematurely came. She had been so embarrassed, taking off the cum-filled condom and tearing the strap off of her and getting up, but you’d found it so hot. You loved having this control over her. You loved knowing that you held this power over her, that you could make her cum so easily, that she desired you so much that she found it hard to even have any control. You wanted to tease her constantly, to degrade her and embarrass her by using her desire for you against her.

Wanda’s sleepy breaths hitched as you rubbed your warm, wet folds up and down her length, leaving a wet, sticky trail on the strap. She shifted under you, turning her head back to the other side. Her eyebrows creased deeper, her face contorting into a look of neediness as she subconsciously bucked her hips, pushing herself harder onto you. Chuckling, you gave her one last kiss on her neck before sitting up fully, unable to control yourself anymore. You wanted to get what you truly wanted out of her before she woke up.

Your breathing growing heavier, along with the rain pattering much harder on the window outside, you lined Wanda’s cock up with your entrance, letting it sit there pressed against it for a moment. You took a deep breath—her size still surprised you, and you still needed to relax and prepare yourself before taking her in. Thanks to the blowjob and how wet you were, there was enough lubrication for you to lower yourself down on her cock, feeling her slide right in and stretch your walls around her.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you stopped halfway, feeling a tinge of pain. Wanda shifted beneath you, which didn’t help, so you just took another deep breath and basically slammed yourself down on her, Wanda’s entire cock ramming deep inside you.

As if on cue, right as you let out a louder shriek than you meant to because of the way her cock hit your cervix, Wanda also let out a sleepy form of a moan, her head swaying to the side as her legs shifted under the blankets below you.

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you stayed still and felt her throb inside you as she squirmed, watching her eyes scroll side to side behind her eyelids. Biting your lip, you slowly lifted yourself off halfway before coming back down again, nearly seeing stars when she hit your deepest point again.

It was obvious that doing this wasn’t going to keep her asleep for much longer. She was still moving, eyelids fluttering, lips twitching as if trying to speak between her growing breaths. She was breathing faster now, redness blooming on her cheeks.

There was no point in being careful now. Grinding your teeth together, you rolled your hips, throwing your head back as she hit your sweet spot in your lower tummy. She was so big that her cock was basically all you could feel as you rode her, feeling pure pleasure bloom inside you as you anticipated the ending you were dreaming about.

“Mmmm-nnnn” Wanda murmured as she squirmed more beneath you, kicking at the sheets covering her feet and arching her back. “Ahhh…” She was starting to come to, being lured by your actions into an in-between state between sleeping and waking. She was arching her back off the bed and bucking her hips up into you, natural instinct to have more friction and be as close to you as possible coming through.

Power filled you as you stared down at the helpless witch, her cock lodged deep inside you, throbbing as you bounced on it. You bit the tip of your tongue and squeezed her shoulders, digging your nails into her skin as you rode her cock.

The feeling of your nails in Wanda’s skin was the one thing that brought her into awareness. Her eyelashes fluttered, mouth dropping open. Finally, her eyes opened fully, exposing those pretty irises that were usually green but were now a deep, sleepy crimson red from the magic she was subconsciously using.

A grin slashed across your own face, your tummy filled with excitement as you watched the look of confusion on Wanda’s once peaceful face. This was the second moment you were anticipating the most. Her eyebrows contorted in confusion as she stared up at you, her eyes blank with dumb sleepiness at first as her mouth let out heavy breaths. Then she blinked a few times, her eyes falling down over your body and to her own. She saw her cock, glistening with wet, appear halfway with every other bounce you made. She watched it appear as you lifted up, and then disappear again as you slapped yourself down on her lap.

Then she felt it. The tight, wet warmth. The squeezing of your walls around her. The more textured parts around your cervix, how much warmer and tighter you felt the deeper she was. Your lips smushed against the base of her cock when you had her fully inside. The ridges of your cunt massaging her length as you jerked up and down on her, the friction feeling like a white hot flame of pleasure with each stroke.

Her mouth fell open wider with a loud, startled moan, her hands immediately slapping onto your hips and holding them. “Baby!” she exclaimed in surprise, trying to blink the bleariness out of her eyes as you continued fucking yourself on her.

You giggled at her reaction, how she was confused but so turned on and so obviously overwhelmed by the feeling of you milking her cock as soon as she woke up, this being the very first thing her consciousness experienced this rainy morning. You felt her cock swell a little inside you, now that she was awake with her magic.

Her breathing turned into gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she hissed through her teeth, her hips trembling as you slammed down onto them. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” she croaked, her voice sleepy and husky and burning hot in your ear.

“I always wanted to wake you up like this,” you whispered, scratching down her chest and over her nipples, causing her to let out the cutest little high-pitched whimper.

“Fuck,” was all she could whisper, holding your hips as they bounced up and down on her length.

You could see the sweat breaking on her forehead, the flush in her cheeks, the way her tummy tightened under your palm. She was getting close.

“D-Did you use prot-protection?” Wanda stammered, her brown hair starting to stick to her temples. She knew the answer. She could feel it, but she needed to ask anyway.

Chuckling, you let out a pornographic moan just to make her shudder and then said, “Nope.”

Wanda’s eyes widened a little in panic. She could already feel herself leaking a little, or maybe it was just your wetness, which was also dripping down her shaft and onto her thighs. Through the slight panic in your eye you could see the desperation, the idea she always dreams about sitting right there in her brain.

You purposefully clenched, and she bit her lip and threw her head back, her body lifting off the bed as she pushed herself into you. You gasped at the depth but used your strength to pin her hips back down to the bed.

“Baby,” she breathed, her eyes barely open. “Baby, get up.” Her voice grew breathy with quickness. “I’m gonna cum. Get up.” She slapped your hip a few times to make you get up, but you kept riding her.

“No,” you purred, leaning down closer to her face and smirking. “You can easily push me off if you want to.” You watched her, struggling to keep her eyes open, her body moving with your bouncing, look up at you with such a strong mix of horror and desire on her face. You waited, but she only continued to struggle beneath you, not making any effort to use her magic or strength to push you off. “So why don’t you?”

Wanda whined, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as if just looking at you was going to make her bust. Her nails dug into your hips as she trembled, looking like the pleasure was turning into pain as you continued to ride her. There was no way she would actively deny you. She could stop herself all she wanted when it was her in control, but if you were going to take it from her, she couldn’t not acquiesce.

“Baby, please,” she murmured through gritted teeth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the struggle to keep herself from cumming. You knew she could stop it if she wanted to—you didn’t have her physically wrangled, and even if you did, her magic could put an end to it immediately. “Please, get up, I can’t hold it.”

Grinning, you slam your hand over her throat, and she gasps, choking slightly as you squeeze her throat. “You’re so cute like this,” you whisper, “Begging me to stop. You’re the one who can’t control yourself.”

Tears were falling down her cheeks now. “Please, please,” she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. “Please, baby, I can’t—I can’t hold it—I’m gonna cum, fuck, please…”

“Do it. Give me all your cum,” you hiss, riding her harder to the point where the bedframe slams against the wall. Wanda, choking on the pressure of your hand around her throat, trembled and violently twitched below and inside you as she tried her hardest to hold it. But she was hot to the touch, and so were you, and your cunt felt so good squeezing around her cock, and you were taking complete advantage of her which she found to be so hot, and she hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about breeding you for weeks now, and it was all too much for her to even stop it.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, get off, I’m gonna… fuck, fuck fuck!”

Wanda’s nails dug into your hips as her words turned into incoherent babbles, her mouth falling wide open and her body lifting completely off the bed as she finally lost all control. You tried to watch her as long as you could, but your eyes fluttered closed when finally you felt her cock give one last hard twitch before loads of her burning hot cum went gushing deep inside you, splashing the wall of your cervix and filling your tummy all up.

The feeling made you cum, shivering on top of her and squeezing around her which only prolonged her orgasm even more. Wanda saw flashing images of you pregnant, which had been fueling what she thought was fear for weeks now, but she was learning just now that that fear was pure fetish. She tugged your hips down onto her and pushed herself as deep inside you as possible as she loaded you with her cum, surprising you with her strength as she kept you in a complete hold.

After a few moments, when she had filled you with all she had to give, which was a shocking amount this time because of how long she had held it, and you were limp against her chest, recovering from your own orgasm, Wanda finally relaxed, letting go of your hips and closing her eyes.

“Fuck,” she breathed, panting as sweat rolled down her tear-streaked face. You were quiet for a minute, relishing the feeling of a full tummy of Wanda’s cum, her cock throbbing gently in your cunt. You were so glad she’d enchanted that strap.

Finally, you hummed, looking up at her. She looked dazed and fuzzy-minded, her eyes hooded and cheeks blushing red from embarrassment. She sighed and grinned sheepishly, placing her hands over her face. You smirked. “That was a lot better than cumming on my tits, right?”

Wanda breathed. “Well, good morning to you, too.”

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