Mini Witch

Mini Witch

Part2,

You have no idea where you are. You could smell salty and your hair felt crusty and icky. On the other hand, the little blob, König (it calls itself that you refer it as Takoyaki) was crawling along leading you through the trees and soon onto flat airid plans. The flatness turns dry and sandy and there is the ocean.

The little ugly brat vanishes into the water leaving you on the beat.

You could walk away!

You did.

You could smell the scent of civilization (manure). The small village is quant. You found yourself walking from one shot to another. Your sister had left you a note.

“It is easier for your familiar to protect you if they have a weapon.” You found yourself in front of a weapon smith shop. Nothing struck you until a massive axe, like an executioner’s blade.

You needed a few things and had a few money. You needed food for travel new footwear where and a new cloak for the cold.

As night falls you walk back to the ocean to find your very much unhappy and very ungrateful familiar waiting for you. He transforms into a soggy ass man.

“Here, Takoyaki,” he took the ace and stared at it. He swung it around a few times before nodding like it was for him well.

You spend the night on the beach. The cool air of the ocean keeps the summer heat off you. You awoke feeling slimy and sticky. You look down to find your stupid familiar sleeping on your breast again.

“Perv,” you gran it off your skin and drop it into the sand. He curled up as if you dropped a slug in salt. His eyes open and he glared at you.

You get up clean up your clothes and gather your things, that cloak should be done soon.

“Wohin gehst du?” He asks, I look at him, he’s in his human form. A massive hunk of a man. If he wasn’t a familiar you would have surely pounced on him.

“I bought something wait here.” He sat there and you could have sworn it was pouting.

Something was odd.

Your skin crawled the moment you walked into the Villegas. The air was tense and eyes watched you. They were judging and pointing to you. Fear creeps up your back, you stand out like a sore thumb. You kept your head low and got moving but their eyes never stopped staring at you.

You pick up your cloak and try rushing out of the village. Your heart beat loudly in your chest, and fear gripped your mind… if you had a soul your soul be grasped.

“WITCH!” a man in black yells, all the blood rushes from your face as you feel your heartbeat I your ear. You turn and to your horror men on horseback and bow and arrows are waiting.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

You stare on eyes wide like a kitten, body frozen like a baby deer. You were nothing but a child in the face of adults… even if you were a few centuries older than them. You weren’t ready!

Where were your sisters when you needed them? Maybe you should have traveled with them for the first few trips as they suggested.

Your mind went to your familiar… that little thing can’t save you…

Your hands itch and the next thing you know, staff and hand shooting out magic. Fireballs rain down as arrows fly your way. You ran, shoot magic as you did so.

You had nowhere to go! Your sisters were nowhere to protect you. You're a dead witch running.

As your lungs burn and your angry voice screams for your head and your dismemberment. You only had one way out. That stupid ugly thing.

You collapse onto the sand but you can’t find your stupid familiar anywhere.

You’re going to die.

“WITCH!” You froze and stiffen.

You have no energy left. You turn around and back into the ocean. There is a small line were archer ready to shoot you dead.

Arrows fly.

“KÖNIG!” You shout.

The waters erupted. Tentacles shoot out and you turn to find a large monstrous humanoid tentacles man. The small axe in his hand looks like a toothpick. You cast an increasing size magic on it and soon the axe fit his new size.

He swung it, cutting man and horse apart, blood oozing into the sands.

You fall into his tentacles.

“He is very loyal”

“Maybe having a familiar doesn’t suck…

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@milkywayhou

taglist: @maylovesyousomuch, @trgraves-valx1f0r

Baby Daddy Simon

Reliving fond memories

Warnings: 18+, Smut, P in V, romance, mention of drinking

Whisky is the best remedy for a lost soul and the heart's desire.

He smelled of whisky.

You know what that means when he smells like whisky.

You can never tell him no. Not when those soft lost brown eyes stare right into your soul. The sadness melds into heated desires.

"Happy anniversary love," Simon whispers his hand pulls you in, and with his other handing you a bouquet of flowers. You know he had a few drinks, he did so every anniversary after leaving you, you think it's to build the courage to not fully face you.

You take the bouquet and try to pull it out of his grip, but he doesn't let you slide away from him. He buried his face into your hair before peppering her face with light kisses. You hate when he does this but at the same can't help but want it.

You often fantasize about your life before, living life not in hiding. To have Simon in your life proudly rather than sneaking around like star-cross lovers.

"Don't do this to me," You whisper It always brought you heartache afterwards. You slip from his grasp and set the flower in a vase before turning back, “(D/N) Will be coming back around dinner time—“

“That’s plenty of time love,” He whispers pulling you into a slow passionate kiss, You knew he still loved you, from the way he clung to you. His fingers interlocking in yours, how his eyes just searching for you, only you. Simon picked you up effortlessly sitting you on the counter and kissing you as if he was going to suck your soul from your lips, it almost felt nice being desired,

"Simon-"

"we're alone." He whispers, his lips ghosting yours as they part into a slow smile. It’s all in his eyes.

Desire.

Before you know it you’re in your bed— your marriage bed, the one Simon bought and assembled, the one that he helped move to your new place. The same bed you two sleep in here and there.

Simon kissed every inch of your chest as he moved downward, his callous hands pawing at your breast kneading it like he used to when it was painfully swollen before your daughter was born. Your back arched as the cold air-conditioned air hit your skin with his trailing kisses. Simon’s bare shoulders were always scandalous to look at, a man who always covered up seeing him bare-chested is always intimate.

Intimacy was the only thing he cherished more in sex, that and the vulnerability making loves bring. He had locked the bedroom doors, just in case. His hot wet kisses left shivers and goosebumps down to your pelvis, pulling your panties off and dropping onto the floor. Sex was something that Simon took seriously, he knew every inch of your body from what makes you wet, gasps, and pull at his hair.

His tongue swirls around your clit, lapping up at your wetness as he pressed his face further into it, his gaze possessively at you, lust, love, and pure desire staring back up at you. “You’re so pretty, Love,” You gasp and throw your head back, legs locking his head in place as you cum around his tongue. You let out a hoarse gasp and almost guttural moan. Simon chuckles and crawls forward giving you a sloppy kiss his tongue licking at your bottom lip.

You stared down at his cock, your mouth waters, it always waters for it. You almost felt like a virgin again, it’s very rare for the two of you to sleep together. He slowly eases into you, the ethereal feeling of someone you love filling you up, and the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. His movements were never rough or painful.

His spread is repetitive and you couldn’t hide your voice anymore, the low repetitive snap of his hips, the incoherent mumble of love, down to the way he smelled, everything was just heavenly.

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@yawnderu it’s a long time coming…..

Mini witch story part one

Part 1, Part 3,

Rua walked over to the table last to arrive, her wolf familiar probably ran off to who knows where. She looked exhausted and behind her walking in shame was her familiar, Soap as she calls him. Apparently, when he was a pup he ate a bar of soap.

“You’re late,” Cordelia chimes in a teacup in her hand. As the oldest, she was the first to receive her demonic animal familiar, a big ol’ brown bear. For an old man, he sure can move fast when he is needed.

“I think you should put him through dog disciplinary training,” Sula said, this earned a growl from the wolf.

“Enough,” Rua sighs collapsing into her seat, “we are here for you,” she turns to me. You held onto my cup of milk.

As the youngest, physically, and mentally even though we all started at the same time. You were frozen in time and space. You look around, they are so much older, and time has taken ahold of them.

“Our Sire will give you a familiar,” Ophelia spoke up setting her cup of vodka down. “Then you can leave this Forrest and explore the world.”

“Why do I have to have a familiar?” You ask.

“In your absence, the mortals began a witch trial,” Rua spoke, “your familiar is there to keep you safe.”

“How?”

“In their humanoid form, they have their animal attributes.”

“Like eating Soap?” Your sisters broke out into waves of laughter and looked at the poor wolf who looked down at his feet.

“Do you have any animals in mind?” Cordelia asks.

“Fluffy. Likes to be around me. Strong. Friendly. Not so demanding… a cat.”

The forest grew cold as the trees warp around you all. Soon your Demonic sire who turned you all to witches walked from the trees. You get up and bow to him.

“Little one,” he begins, “I have your familiar.” You feel yourself blooming into a smile. From his hands, a black mass forms and falls to the ground.

Slime.

“WHAT IS THIS?” You shout poking the weird slimy creature. It lunged at you and gripped your leg. You let out the most horrific scream, and kick her leg throwing it off you. “WHY IS IT UGLY?”

From the back, you hear your sister cackling at you. The little slimy black thing slithers towards you. You look up at your Demon Sire who gives you a blank stare.

“Give me a cat!”

“He is very loyal.” Your sire says.

“HES UGLY AND SMALL!” You shout back picking it up with your staff.

“It’s an octopus,” Sula stated calmly. “A delicacy in Asia.”

“I DON’T WANT IT!” You look at your demonic father only to find him glaring at you. You stare at the little black blob, his Beaty blue eyes staring up at you. You think it’s glaring at you.

It moves closer climbing up your bare legs and to your chest. It sat right above your breast and two long appendages moved to your face. Your skin crawls and you feel the ICK coming. You grab it and punt it to the ground.

“ITS A PERV!” You scream and turn to your sisters for help. Rua turns away laughing to herself.

“You can always throw it away in a far-off land.” Ophelia offer.

“Don’t be foolish, our Familiars have an innate ability to find us,” Sula said.

Fear seeps into your skin. This creepy ugly perverted little thing was attached to you forever. You wanted to cry.

Your Sire and sister left you with these things.

It kept trying to climb up your leg.

You grab it by the head and look it over. An idea hit you.

“I can eat you!” You said a creepy smile crossing your face. Its little eyes and tentacles began to thrash around. You shove it into your bag and rush off to get some sauces and some vegetables.

How would you cook it? On a stove? In water? In bread? You shrug it had eight tentacles you had eight tries.

Your cauldron boiling, cutting board ready you grab the ugly thing and a knife ready to slice it up.

It transforms. In front of you is a huge tall man. You stare at his naked form. It glared at you, through a hood, holding your wrist.

“Let go!”

“NEIN!” He growls out his voice higher pitch than you would have guessed.

“Transform!”

“NEIN!” He said again.

“I am your master!”

“Du worst much night essen.” He snaps. He glared at him. You grab his hood and soon tentacles come out gripping your fingers. You screech and yank your hand away. He chuckles.

You wanted to strangle this man.

You finally agree not to eat him, and in return he lets you go. You also forced him into some clothes. You glared at him, and he watched you closely.

You grab your grimoire and put it into your bag. You are traveling, seeing the world! Staff in hand you walk out of the forest.

The sunset was absolutely stunning, the cliffside falls to crystal clear waters. The smell of freedom was intoxicating.

You feel the skin-crawling sensation of suction cups crawling up your legs you look down to see the disgusting thing crawling up your legs and to your boobs again. You grab it and shove it into your bag trapping it inside.

This bitch was ruining your moment. ------------

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mini witch headcanon

Konig x witch reader

You are one of five sister witches, born from the same demon raised by the same witch who grew up together. As the youngest you didn’t have a familiar, you had seen all the familiar your sisters have. A bear, wolf, hawk, and a black panther. All majestic but very… cold.

You wanted something a little more friendly and a little less demanding…. However, the gods have deemed fit you have rotten luck. You were gifted the most horrendously ugly octopus you have ever seen. Slimy and clingy. Your first thought it eat. Deep fry it, with some nice sauces. Then the little squirt transforms. You could no longer eat it. You tried throwing it back into the ocean but the little filthy thing kept coming back clinging to Your skin. Its favorite place to hang out was your chest its tentacles touching your face. You walked the lands keeping your familiar in your hat. When the witch hunt began…. having a massive behemoth of a man on your side was very useful. ----------------

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@milkywayhou

Does Baby Daddy! Simon still love reader? Does he ever wish they could have had more kids so their daughter could have siblings? I just need the knowledge if he still loves reader even though he divorced them for their protection 😭

Also, really obsessed with your nontoxic baby daddy! Simon headcanons 💕💕

Oh my god thank you! I know Simons is rough and can be scary but I 100% believes he couldn't hurt his family or partner, from his voice lines he wants to be better, wants people to be better than who he is.

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Yes 100% since Reader love him for him, he wishes he still could be married.

Simon doesn't date and if he does it to further the idea he is a single man who never been married or have children, Soap and Gaz have tried to hook him up with girls, theirs a running gag to see how he rejects these woman.

He still sends flowers to Reader on valentines and on their anniversary. Both Reader and Simon don't remarry or date even though they divorce, they still obviously love each other.

If they stayed married I see him having at least a son and two daughter and a dog for a pet. You know he be the dad every boy or girl is scared by except for his kids.

I see he would have a son who likes airsoft guns who likes motorcycles. A sporty oldest daughter who probably fights him on the boys/girls she dates and the youngest daughter who's super girly, always have panted nails. And a chihuahua German Shepard mix (aka a chihuahua with the coat of a German Shepard).

I definitely think on better days Simon does think about having a bigger family, being a family man, but those are only dreams.

Blind Love

Medusa Soap x Hero Ghost

Don’t hate me for OOC! I tried my best…

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Off the coasts of Sparta, in a small island once the shrine to Athena, broken and litter with the horrifically grandiose tender status of blissful hubris of mortal woes, was the lair of the only mortal Gorgon. For those Greek heroes who fall onto this island they would think this is a old shrine to Hecate, statues made from Daedalus’ own hands, details etched with perfect precision.

The marbles were well warn down to it’s white base hollow flat color only seen in the crevasse of the folds of marbles. A lone figure lives there abandoned by the gods, by all the gods, by the very goddess he worshipped, left to rot on a lifeless hideous island. The beach were rocky and new, filled with old rotting ships bobbed up and down some lossly drifting around the island, the locals call it The Fool’s Grave.

Sun-kissed and specialed with iridescent scales, and built like Achilles himself walked a lone figure, in robes of blue and gold, did he walk, past the Forrest of stone he made. Those statues of men were his only comfort for normality, if only they weren’t staring in fear, fear of him. He was cursed for a life of loneliness and isolation, waiting for a Heracles to slice his head off. He was curse to stay on the island, for no boats will move pass the shore, as even Poseidon does not wish to offend Athena.

A low rumble, scrapping of rocks and he knew their was another hubris hero coming for him. He turns around to find, a tall almost Harclean man standing there, impressive and broad, cover in dark leather armor, dark almost black cape, with a spartina helmet plums of black horse hair. A spartan is here to kill him. As this giant of a man, maybe a child of a god, maybe a son of Zeus was here to kill him.

He was No coward for every statue was a signs to the gods, a sign that he still live that all their heroes all their oracles and quest meant nothing to his hate and vengeance. He knew all these heroes that come were sent by the gods to die. These heroes full of pride and glory will all turn to fearful stone. The low hisses of his snakes were the only sound besides the dull beat of his heart in his chest. The man looms closer, foot steps sinking into the sandy soil.

He let out a familiar sign and his gaze rised, his cool almost white eyes meet, a void. Darkness except for the intense gaze of the Spartan.

He waited. And waited. But nothing arises.

The hero was inches away, a head taller, head bent staring down at him. It was almost embarrassing.

“You… You can stare at me?” The gorgon asks.

The hero drew his sword.

‘So this is how it ends?’ That was the only thought in Johnny’s head as the sword cleave through his neck. The world went sideways, but the gaze of that hero never blinked, never waiver. Maybe… If only.

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Inspired by @astheriiiart

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