I wrote this when I was feral as hell, and tried to make some sense out of it when I went back over it.
I had this conversation with a lovely friend of mine, @prettycutebunny wow what a surprise and ohmygod.
I am so sorry if this is extremely ooc and/or is inaccurate religiously, but uhhh
Pairing: Incubus!Hisoka x Fem!Reader
Smut, Supernatural AU
Word Count: 3′461 Good lordy
Warnings: NSFW, Noncon, Somnophilia mention, Aphrodisiac use, Semi edited, and as one of my friends says “Dead dove, do not eat”. Pure thirst.
You’re going about your business as you usually do, and you notice you feel weaker than normal. You brush it off, thinking that maybe staying up late finishing that book last night wasn’t the best idea. You did wake up tired after all.
Come to think of it, you woke up sore too... you probably just slept weird.
Days pass and you don’t feel better
If anything you just feel so much worse...
You’re sore everywhere, especially between your legs for some god awful reason, and you’ve never felt more weak in your life.
Your doctor didn’t believe you when you explained your problems, to your utmost annoyance and hopelessness.
You weren’t sure what else to do, so you ended up turning to your church for help.
The priest was horrified when you told him what had been happening to you, how you would wake up weak, sticky, and sore; and you could tell from the expression on his face when you finished that it was serious.
An incubus, he said. You’d kind of heard of them before, but not much...
He told you to hang crosses in every room in your house, and to sleep with one under your pillow. He said more, but you were honestly so overwhelmed with what he was saying combined with the fact that you had a damn incubus attached to you that you missed quite a bit of it.
You went home with more questions than answers, but at least you had an idea of what to do, right?
You went out and spent your entire paycheck on crosses and hung them on every wall in your home, focusing mainly on your room.
Your room looked like the kid’s room from The Conjuring 2, and it made you shiver.
You had spent a pretty penny and purchased a small cross made of pure silver to put under your pillow while you slept.
You went to bed that night with a sense of uneasiness that you couldn’t shake.
The next day you felt... better actually. The uneasiness was still there, but the fact that you weren’t as sore, and felt rested made you quickly forget about the weird tension that hung in the air. You were so happy!
You didn’t know how the crosses helped, but you weren’t about to complain.
You continued to sleep peacefully for the next few weeks, and the tension began to disappear more and more each day; along with your strength returning.
Enough time passed that you felt safe enough to take the crosses down.
Not all at once, of course. You took about one down a day, fully prepared to put them back up if things took a wrong turn.
Things still remained okay.
Eventually only the cross under your pillow remained, and you could nearly cry from the amount of joy you felt
You went to bed feeling secure and safe as you began to drift off beneath the sheets.
“What am I going to do with you, hmm?~ ♤ ”
You nearly screamed at the voice that had just ripped you from your semiconscious state. There was someone in your house. Oh god.
Your eyes were met with a glowing pair of golden ones that loomed over you, and you couldn’t help the gasp that left you when you got a look at the man who was hovering above you.
He looked... awful. His cheeks were hollow and his skin was a sickly grey. The black rings around his eyes made the gold stand out just that much more, and it made you want to shrink away. His red hair hung limply around his face, looking washed out almost. His clothes, a black shirt donned with red suit symbols and gold trim and grey pants with the same symbols around the waist... they looked disheveled, worn even.
Your eyes zeroed in on the red set of horns that twisted elegantly from his scalp along with the deep scarlet bat-like wings that protruded from his back. The long black and red tail that ended in a spade swaying back and forth beside him. It was now that you realized that he was quite literally hovering over you.
It finally clicked on who he was, or rather what he was, and the foreboding that settled in the pit of your stomach was indescribable.
You went to scream, but that was quickly silenced by a hand over your mouth. He glared at you, demanding you to be quiet. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t like what happened afterwards.
You nodded feverishly, but he didn’t remove his hand. Instead he began to talk.
You were cruel, apparently. You were starving him. He was being so nice to you too, only taking you in your sleep and making sure he wasn’t taking too much of your energy away from you. Just enough for him to get by.
You whimpered, shaking your head. You didn’t mean it, you swear, you just wanted to rest. All your protests were muffled by his hand of course.
Your eyes widened and you began to struggle when he said that you had to pay him back for making him suffer for so long. He was going to take his fill, after all you owed him just as much. He crushed his weight to you and gripped your face harder, the claws on his hand digging into your cheeks enough to pierce the skin.
Tears began to well up when he licked the red droplets that spilled over your cheeks, flinching at the unabashed moan that left him. He was so close to your face, and you were shaking in fear; caught between wanting to struggle more and staying still in the hopes he wouldn’t hurt you more.
Your hopes were in vain as it would seem when he began to remove the clothing from your body. You didn’t want this.
Your hand snaked under your pillow to grab your silver cross, your last resort for defense against the demon above you.
You pressed it to the skin of his cheek, the tears finally falling from the sound of the inhuman roar that he let out.
Using the opportunity of him recoiling in pain, you scrambled away from underneath him, trying not to trip over your own feet as you ran towards the exit.
You had no idea how he moved so quickly, but he reappeared in front of you just before you reached the door; his eyes wild with a combination of fury and excitement.
The cross had burned an angry red mark into his pasty cheek, the colour of his skin making it stand out more; the pink tear drop under his eye now partially smudged.
You yelped as he grabbed your arms, the force of his grip sure to leave bruises as he used your momentum to pin you to the door, pulling your arms behind you as your face was slammed against the hardwood.
“Oh darling, that wasn’t a smart move at all.~ ♤ ”
You wanted to cry more, but fear took a much deeper hold in your soul at his words as you began to beg and plead for him not to hurt you. For him not to use your body as he desired, and that you were sorry for being so mean to him.
Anything to get him to leave him alone.
All of which fell on deaf ears as he shushed you, using his free hand to wipe the tears from your face in an almost tender way; smiling at the way you whimpered at his touch.
It was okay, you were going to enjoy it just as much as he was.
If only you could believe that as your shirt was torn, now hanging in loose strips from your body.
You were pulled away from the door, spun around, and shoved back against it, the impact making the air leaving your lungs.
He captured your lips in a searing kiss that, if you weren’t already, would’ve left you breathless. He gave you no chance to breathe as he deepened the kiss, suffocating you with his tongue that was inhumanly long. It was everywhere, coating your entire mouth in thick saliva that made you gag.
Black spots began to dot your vision just as he broke away from you, using the time you spent gulping in air greedily to toss you back on the bed.
You curled up onto your side, panting heavily as you tried to get as much oxygen back into your system as possible.
Then the burning started, and oh god was it another kind of agony.
It was torturous. Your veins felt like they held molten lava rather than blood and sweat began to pour from your brow. The sudden desire that coursed through you was unbearable... What the fuck... what did he do to you???
You asked him as such, and he simply grinned as he climbed up your body, rolling you onto your back and massaging your breasts making you mewl at how unexpectedly good it felt.
An aphrodisiac... oh god no, that was the last thing you wanted as your body began to betray you; leaving you writhing under his touch.
You felt him chuckle against your skin as he licked from your navel up to your beasts, sucking on them and biting, leaving dark purple marks all over your chest. You wrestled with yourself in your mind, not knowing whether you loved it or hated it.
You decided you hated it, despite the fire in your veins.
His obnoxiously loud moan temporarily broke the haze in your mind, allowing for you to notice that he had removed your pants and was beginning to drag your underwear down your legs. You kicked out at him, not nearly as hard as you wanted to - your body still trying to succumb to the aphrodisiac.
It felt like when you tried to run in a dream, your body and your mind disconnected when it came to the actions you truly wanted to preform, and it horrified you as the demon easily gripped your legs to stop your actions and tearing the underwear from your body; his patience becoming paper thin from his hunger and growing frustration.
He crushed you to the bed, pinning your wrists with his hands on either side of your head, kissing you again and forcing more of that god awful saliva into your mouth. You didn’t think the burning could get worse, but it did, the tears freely flowing down your face.
You let out a pathetic sob, allowing his tongue to venture further into your mouth as he parted your legs with his knee, the rough material of his pants grinding against your soaking cunt making you squeal into his mouth; the unexpected pleasure that shot through your system hitting you like a bus.
“Please...” you begged, your voice cracking pitifully from the bombardment of emotions you were experiencing. You didn’t even know what you wanted, other than for it all to stop. You flinched when he began to pepper kisses along your cheek, traveling down your neck where he ghosted his lips over your pulse point.
“I love it when you beg for me~ ◇ ”
You could only cry out in response when he sank his teeth into your neck, the pain only adding fuel to the never ending fire in your veins. He sucked at your flesh, his warm tongue soothing the abused skin he left behind; the mark a deep purple with little puddles of red from where he broke the skin.
A small shriek left your lips when you felt his knee press harder against your core, the slight friction against your clit making you pant desperately. You continued to beg incoherent phrases, your mind too muddled to form proper sentences as he continued to grind against you; your drooling cunt soaking through his clothing.
You squeezed your eyes shut and turned your head to the side, hiding your face in your arm in an attempt to block out the white hot pleasure beginning to coil. In the times that you’d touched yourself before, you had never been able to work yourself up this quickly.
He continued to mark your exposed neck, his growls and moans increasing when your hips twitched against his leg. He shifted your wrists so he was holding them in one hand, shifting his weight so he could move his leg away from your core. Your involuntary whine at the lost was replaced with a broken cry when his other hand quickly snaked down, stroking two fingers through your folds. With no warning he plunged two fingers into your sopping wet core, his thumb rubbing rough circles on your clit.
Your hips bucked at the sudden feeling of being filled, your slick making it effortless for his fingers to slip in and out of your pussy; rubbing your walls with practiced ease.
The fact he knew where to touch you... where all the spots were on your body that made you squirm and shake was horrifying.
He knew your body like the back of his hand, and he used that to his full advantage as he curled his fingers inside of you in a way that had you mewling in his grip.
“The amount of times I’ve wanted you awake for this...~ ◇ ” He trailed off, muffling your whimpers with his mouth as he sped up his fingers. His teeth dug into your lower lip, splitting the skin and giving him direct access to your bloodstream. You flinched in disgust when his spit hit your open wounds, forcing more of his drug into your system.
He let out a low groan, his lips trailing against your jawline messily before leaving another mark.
The lewd sounds of your soaking wet cunt were amplified when he sped up, his wrist flicking with each time he drew his fingers from your walls and slamming them back in against your g-spot with frightening precision.
You panted heavily as you felt a familiar tightening begging to form in your stomach. You screwed your eyes shut, refusing to acknowledge the building pleasure being forced upon you, pressing your face harder into your arm in defiance.
“Ohhhh, don’t be like that~ ♤” His voice sending chills down your spine as he half-moaned in your ear. “I know this feels good. I can feel you sucking me in~ ♡”
You keened when he curled his fingers, his claws - which should have felt like agony inside you - dragged down your spongy insides deliciously.
Your breathing became ragged, your face screwing up in reluctant ecstasy as you felt the coil in your tummy tighten more and more and more-
“Give in to me~ ◇”
That’s all it took for walls to clamp down on his fingers, a squeal passing through your lips as you gushed. His moans mixed with yours at the sight of your face contorting in pleasure, continuing to thrust his fingers into you and prolonging your high.
You began squirming, whimpering from the overstimulation he was giving you. Every movement of your hips was in vain as he continued to finger-fuck you without mercy.
“Please!” Your shriek ending in a high pitched crack, the beginnings of a second orgasm already beginning to build.
You felt like you hadn’t even come down from the first one yet.
Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers from you, making you sob briefly in relief before his tail wrapped around your thigh, hoisting you up with the aid of his hands holding your hips. You heard the rustling of his wings unfolding before you saw the wall of red and black surrounding you as he wraps them around the two of you, shielding your view from anything else in the room.
All you’re able to focus on is him as he impales you on his length, the aphrodisiac allowing your sloppy cunt to take him easily. Your body convulses as another orgasm tears through you, the sensation of him inside you making more tears pour down your face.
It was already too much.
“Please... please stop. I’ll do what you ask, please no more.”
Your voice was hoarse from your screaming, the words interrupted by your hitching gasps at the unwanted pleasure he continued to give you.
He lifted a hand from your hips, running his nails up your face and through your hair in a way that could nearly be considered tender before he gripped your hair harshly and yanked your head back, making you yelp.
“You’ll do what I ask?~ ◇ ” He cooed, searching your face for any sign of deceit. You nodded frantically as best as you could, eyes wide at the smile that spread across his face at your willingness.
The hope you had was quickly snatched away when he snapped his hips up, driving deeper into your guts and chuckling at the wail that left you.
“Then you’re going to cum for me. You’re going to give me everything that you denied me before. You’re going to never starve me again and allow me to take what is due.~ ◇ ”
A sob of despair was all you could manage as his tail aided in dragging you up and down his cock, bouncing you in his lap. Skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with the lewd squelching of your pussy every time he bottomed out inside of you. Fuck he was so deep.
You glanced down and you clenched at the sight that greeted you.
You could see him as he pounded into you, your stomach bulging slightly from each and every thrust. That was all it took for the coil in your core to snap again, your body shaking as you came around him violently and painfully. You buried your face in his neck as you continued to choke out moans and sobs, the burning in your veins turning to ice from the sheer overstimulation.
“That’s it, my pet, just like that~ ◇” He growled, increasing his punishing pace as you’re bounced like a ragdoll in his lap. Heavy breaths escape both of you as he refuses to let you have a moment of rest, your release dripping out of you and onto the sheets as he fucked you through your high.
“Please, God...” you whimpered against him, fat tears slipping from your eyes smearing across your cheeks and onto his skin. You heard him laugh once again before aiming a particularly hard thrust against your cervix that left your world spinning.
“Not God, my dear. Hisoka.”
The reveal of the demons name made you squirm in his hold, small whines leaving you as you were fully reminded of the thing that was fucking the last of your coherence out of you.
Your sobs turned hysterical as you struggled, despite his grip on your hips and arms becoming painful. In a frantic attempt to ground yourself, your hands reached out to grab something, anything at all.
You wrapped your fingers around something rough and textured, the haze in your mind being temporarily broken by the animalistic snarl that tore from the demons throat.
His horns... you had grabbed his horns.
You were flipped onto your stomach before you could blink, your arms twisted excruciatingly behind you as he began to use them for an anchor for his frenzied thrusts.
If you had the energy to look behind you, you would have seen him frothing at the mouth, his eyes wide and wild as he ruined you.
With your head shoved into the blankets you couldn’t do anything more than just take it and listen to the wet slaps of his hips meeting your ass in a terrifyingly fast pace that echoed all around you as you hung in his hold loosely. Your eyes glazed over, your mind unable to focus on much anymore, despite the new burning pain in your arms.
They really hurt. Maybe he broke something… you didn’t know honestly.
Your body was buzzing too horrendously from the onslaught of abuse the incubus continued to wreak havoc upon for you to really know.
You closed your eyes, the last few tears falling as you let yourself give in to the mental and physical exhaustion.
Your mind replayed the last few images of him, how he no longer looked so ghastly. His cheeks no longer hollow, his skin, still pale, but healthier. He had more than his fill, but as he had said, he was going to take what you owed him.
And you owed him a great deal.
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I think they mean that he officially inherited the cloak when Fleamont died because he was the heir at that point, but before then it was still Fleamont's in a 'legal' (?) way. Like the money and everything, it was still officially his parents' before they died, and then he got everything. He definitely did have the cloak at school, and that's canon, as Remus says more than once that they all used it at school!
phew! you’re so right. I totally forgot about that. thank goodness my followers are always up on these things, I am such a mess with tiny details sometimes
thank goodness, yknow? I was about to grab my pitchfork and storm JKR’s house otherwise. I had like...a knee-jerk reaction there. I went all, YOU CAN’T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME, JO
Soooo I was looking around crew united to organise some set dec assisstances for my thrid year film project and look what I found :D set fotos of davids room!
