#demon possessed husband

[monstrouslyobsessed]

Can I request this concept? A male kitsune take possession of the still warm, dead body of a samurai and stole the life of this man, especially the samurai's sweet little wife. Darling suspect nothing and is just happy that her husband had returned to her side alive, after having hunted the fox demon who terrorised the village. Thanks! —anonymous

—a/n: ngl im very meh with this piece but hopefully you enjoyed this one anyway?

—tw / tags: gn reader, gore, violence, implied multiple deaths, burning bodies, details of destruction, body possession, general yandere themes, sfw —featured character(s): fox demon-possessed husband / warrior husband

As you emerged from your crooked shelter, your eyes watered from the stench. The air was thick with the acrid stench of smoke and burned flesh, nauseating your empty stomach. Briefly, you surveyed the devastation that surrounded you, the once-populated village was now reduced to a smoldering wasteland of sorrow and splintered homes. Your chest tightened with pain, sympathy rich for other survivors, at the whimpering sobs in the distance.

As you moved your eyes toward the horizon of the beyond, trudging along the rough dirt trail, your feet sore from the jagged stones and splintered woods beneath them, you couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over you at seeing no sign of the person you longed for.

No figure in his iconic red armor forged from the bones of vanquished demons to be seen, leaving only the memory of his crooked smile to keep your heart a touch warm with love and hope.

The ocean of voices flooded your ears and you bit back a weary sigh. More dead to be burned and buried.

As the fathers, sons, and veterans surged forth to relight the bonfire, somberness curbing their movements, the resident monk hummed the funeral hymn and chanted for the spirits to find their way to the afterlife. He was performing the blessings to ensure that no demon would possess the dead to haunt the living. Despite the monk's needed existence in the village, the sound of his aged voice withered your nerves and woke the bitterness in your soul.

The monk's presence was only ever seen during such terrible events, while his faithful apprentice handled blessings for joyous occasions such as weddings and births. To you, the old monk might as well be a reaper wearing human skin, beckoning nothing but tragedies in his wake.

Dry sobbing echoed throughout the stale land. Your throat was parched, tasting ashes. The mothers, daughters, and widows of the fallen followed behind the men, to watch their loved ones burn, shrieking and quietly grieving their losses. Your nails dug into the back of your tightly clasped hands and you prayed you’d not be among them to grieve.

You tried not to shut your eyes too often, as the golden glare of the beast was still imprinted in your mind. Your blood turned cold each time you recalled the demon that had razed your village and slaughtered all those in its path. Its many tails thrashing through homes and stealing lives, it laughed at the bravado of those who thrust their weapons at it.

With one swipe of its claw, it wiped them out. A shiver trembled under your skin as you remembered the cacophony of breaking bones and snapping teeth, then it snapped up a poor soul. The boy's screams and the sound of his body being eaten between rows of white daggers, piercing and shredding his flesh and bones, would forever be imprinted in your memory.

You were there, frozen to the spot, as you watched the demonic being gleefully swallowing the body whole and then licking its chops clean of the remains of its meal.

The beast was larger than any monster you had seen before, towering over the wooden homes of the commoners. The demon's fiery eyes locked onto you and you knew you were its next meal. It grinned, purring a sequence of words that you were relieved you couldn't recall at all. All you heard were your own thundering heartbeats, pounding in your hot ears, as you choked on your breaths at each step it took toward you.

But then, a blur leaped over you and you heard a roar. You recognized the familiar black sword glinting in the flickering light, and your beloved husband swept in and charged toward the creature. Shrieking profanities as he ran, his armor clattering loudly with each step, and slashed his sword, leaving trails of silver behind it as it cleaved through the air.

The demon recoiled, narrowly avoiding losing its head to his sword.

That was the last you saw of your husband, as he chased the terrible fox from the village. It had been over two days since and you had prayed feverishly for your husband's safe return. A cold fear steadily grew in the pit of your stomach, like a thorny vine chasing the sunlight from the dry earth. It was a sickening feeling and you knew no sleep since your husband’s departure.

With a shuddering sigh, you wet your throat and turned your feet to help the grieving rebuild their lives. Having idle hands wouldn't shorten the hours until your husband's return you feverishly prayed for. There was nothing more you could do.

You may be the village's beloved warrior's cherished one, but you were not its spoiled royalty. You still had your duties to callous your hands.

"The lord returned!" A voice cried out, scattering the crows into the sky.

A quiet gasp departed from your lips—and with your heart daring to hope, you slowly pivoted back to where you were.

The forged armor of the layered bones cracked at each step he took, brilliantly red under the sunlight. His smile was as crooked as you remembered it to be, shining through the mask of dirt and dried blood on his face. He lumbered along the dirt path, tattered and exhausted, using his sheathed sword as a cane to support his weight.

You wobbled in disbelief at what you were seeing. His name whispered through your lips, questioning if he was truly the person you were seeing. Another breath of his name escaped, louder, in a choked cry. As he came closer, he jovially spoke your name.

His voice was all you needed to know that you weren't losing your mind.

You broke into a mad dash, shrieking out your husband’s name—and his warm arms encircled your body. Burying your face into his neck, ignoring the thorns poking you from his hard armors, you gripped his waist and wailed, “—! You came back! I—I,”

Sobs replaced your words and all you could do was cling to your idiotic, wonderfully powerful husband. Remembering the musk of your husband through the stinks of sweat and old blood, the soft texture of his hair against your nose, the coarseness of his thinly furred chin on your cheek—how warmly he held you in his tight possessive embrace. Everything of your husband you missed so, so much.

Nuzzling into your hair, your husband consoled you in a crooning voice, “I’m home, my love, I’m home.” He pet a large hand down your scalp, inhaling your scent deeply—to forever imprint it into his mind. Hiding his face in the crook of your shoulder, your husband hid his wicked grin, to hide the sharp fangs from peering out from his mouth.

Finally, your husband thought as the inhumanly gold color seeped into his once dark eyes, you’re mine.

He should keep this human suit a little while longer, to play pretend with his pretty little spouse.

—end

[blueskittlesart]

oh btw heres some more school art!! this was my character design final, a 3-phase video game boss and an environment to go along with it! my prompt words for this assignment were "demonic swamp" lol

[dalliancekay]

"You are not a demon..."

All those 'Aziraphale only wants Crowley if he becomes an angel again...'

Do you remember that time when Aziraphale was told to join the War, his platoon, put his uniform on... and he was like, nah, not doing that. And THEN, he was reminded how he can't go back to Earth, not without a body, he's not a demon and what did he do? Thought of his beloved most likely and then...but we are the same right? And went around the Earth possesing people (such shame that it didn't get into the series...I still hope Supreme Archangel Aziraphale will do that in S3 though)

[youryurigoddess]

What even is this thing, a used book or an undelivered love letter?

Please collect your copy of the Angel’s Guide to Demonic Beings who Walk the Earth, Aziraphale, and give it personally to Crowley, so I can pretend this never happened.

[andi-o-geyser]

all my favourite characters are just me seeing them and going "damn you sure do clean up well but I'd much rather see you grinning with blood between your teeth"

[captainfairygodmother]

Just in case anyone was having a good, angst-free day today

[lesbianreimlunettes]

Dostevsky + Contemporary Storytelling Forms

The Adolescent as an episode of MILF Manor, season 2

The Eternal Husband as an AITA reddit post (verdict: ETA)

Demons as 2 hour long Youtube video breaking down Twitter drama

and of course...

Crime and Punishment as an alpha male podcast, turned truecrime podcast when one of the hosts starts uncovering the details of the murder he has committed

[palilious]

i dont think a claritin can help with a godly blood infection plus demon corruption

[ineffable-problem]

I'm rewatching good omens for the umpteenth time and i keep noticing little details

in season 1 episode 4 when Sargent Shadwell confronts Aziraphale in the book shop. Sargent Shadwell tells Aziraphale "you're possessed by a demon"

Aziraphale's response to this isn't to deny it or something like that. his response is "yes, er, fine"

i see people caught up on the "he keeps me on my toes" line. but i haven't seen one piece of fan content on this line.

if i weren't so busy with other projects at the moment i would draw this immediately

[dbmars]

I did it! I finished my 2023 bingo card! All right it’s a month late, but hey…

Hannibingo, Vol. 5: He is the Devil, He is Smoke

@hannibalbingo 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 thanks for this delightful challenge!

[fandomcrazy]

Someone has to make a list of all the things aziraphale has done that crowley hasn't done because I know that one of the things on the list is going to me human possession

[bugbugboy]

Wip

Heheheheh fem!crowley makes me happy

[heyclickadee]

Do we need another adaptation of The Count of Monte Cristo? No, not really. Would I kill for a modern adaptation of The Count of Monte Cristo that didn’t bend over backwards to make the Count the unambiguous good guy? Oh yes.

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Oh God. You were going to die. This was it. It wasn't demons or Muzan that take you in the end. It was your damn husband and his insatiable lust and stamina.

Lying face down on the bed, you panted against the mattress, your face a mess of tears and sweat, hair sticking to your forehead, eyes rolled up and cheeks painted a bright red. Behind you, tugging at his cock and eager for round...whatever the next number- was your husband.

Maybe you shouldn't have riled him up the way you did. You know how possessive he can be so why on Earth did you purposefully get him jealous by flirting with another man? Oh, right. Because you wanted to get fucked rougher. Well, you got what you wanted and now you're going to die.

You jumped as you felt the familiar sensation of a fat cock press against your entrance, your stuffed cunt instantly begging for mercy. You swore that if he fucked you one more time- made you cum one more time- filled you with his seed even one more time- you'd see the pearly white gates call for you.

You gripped onto the bedsheets and pulled yourself away, your body working on autopilot as your husband had successfully fucked the brain cells out of you. You heard him chuckle as you tried to crawl away, your body feeling like jelly, your arms and legs numb and barely capable of getting you to the edge of the bed before:

A pair of hands grabbed you by the hips and dragged you back, laughing at your whine of protest. Uzui reeled his hand back and smacked you across your already beaten ass before he spread your legs and gave an equally painful spank to your pussy, making you scream. "Now, what made you think that was a smart idea? Try running away again and see what happens."

Obanai lets you think you escaped before he grabbed you by the ankles, ignoring your cries as he pulled you back towards him. He flipped you onto your back like you weighed nothing, making you squeal as he took a nipple between his fingers and twisted, your back arching off the bed. "Are you trying to piss me off even more?"

Just as you reached the edge of the bed, wondering if you could make it, you felt Rengoku press himself against your back and- oh- fuck! He slid right inside you! You gasped as the man pushed his cock in with one fell swoop, taking your breath away as he instantly started moving his hips, preferring to fuck you where you were instead of dragging you back. "Get comfortable, baby. I'm not done with you."

Sanemi caught you the second you tried to move, simply reaching forward to grab a fistful of your hair and pull harshly. You yelped as your neck was forced to snap back, your back arching as your husband pulled at your hair, his other hand looping to the front to grab you by the neck before he leaned towards your ear and growled: "I'm going to give you a choice. I can fuck you here, on the bed, or I chase you and fuck you where I catch you and trust me, I won't be as nice."

Gyomei didn't say anything, even as you got off the bed and onto your wobbly feet. You wondered if you could just leave when he said, in his booming voice: "Are you sure that's what you want to do?" You froze, body trembling. Why was one sentence enough for you to rethink your whole lives decisions? You didn't know what Gyomei meant by it, but you knew it probably wouldn't be fun. With a gulp, you climbed back onto the bed before getting in front of your husband. You spread your legs wide as you lay down in front of him, reaching down to grab at his fat cock and press it against your entrance. The man smiled as he slowly started to sink inside your familiar heat. "Good girl."

Giyuu grabbed you by the legs and pulled you back while also changing his own position. To your horror, you found yourself slung over his knee, a predicament you just experienced an hour before which was why your ass was a bright red already. You started apologizing profusely, kicking your legs like a toddler but your husband simply ignored your pleas and held you down, the task quite easy for him even if one arm of his was free to do the spanking. "It seems one round wasn't enough to discipline you. Guess we have to go again."

[melaniem54]

Review: — My Demon Husband: An MM Paranormal Romance by Jax Stuart

Rating: 4🌈 Possessive Love is a 15 multi-author book series about demons in love. I love to explore a collection like this because of the opportunities to find a new author like Jax Stuart who wrote the wonderful My Demon Husband in this group. Stuart begins by drawing us into the life of witch Toby and the small magical town he’s growing up in. It’s not a happy life. Year after year, Toby is…

[altruisticalastor]

↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Summary: The Radio Demon proves to be quite a doting husband as he and his doe expierence many firsts together. Exploring his softer sides, may bring out a more posessive side of Alastor in the process.

☒ Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, doe!reader, the reader is shorter than al, implied size difference, soft!alastor, posessive!alastor, lots of tooth rotting fluff, sexual themes but i wouldn't consider this smut, first times, alastor in a rut, knotting, breeding, pregnacy, many domestic moments between reader and alastor

☒ Word Count: 2,337

Alastor was drawn to you the moment you crossed paths. The spotted ears planted atop your head, heart-shaped antlers, and a plush tail to match were striking. The Radio Demon hadn't ever seen a fellow deer hybrid in hell until you. But Alastor just knew that he had to have you all to himself. 

Since your first meeting, the two of you were inseparable. It didn't take long until you wed, and anyone who dared to try and cozy up to The Radio Demon's darling doe joined his next broadcast. Alastor was insanely possessive of you. He always had you tucked underneath his arm, crimson eyes following your every move. The only time they weren't on you, was when The Radio Demon was busy... taking care of business.

You were timid and pure. Alastor had no clue how you even ended up in hell. Surely, the gods were mistaken by not taking you. But alas, that softness you carried only made The Radio Demon's obsession for you all the more extreme. You were his weak spot, his darling wife. The love of his afterlife. 

You adored waking up next to Alastor each morning. He didn't rest often but snuggled into you each night to appease you. Which just made your heart flutter with delight. The only time you awoke to an empty bed, was when your husband slipped away to make breakfast for you. 

For the most part, you would sleepily wobble into the kitchen. Wrapping your arms around Alastor's waist from behind while he cooked his heart out. Alastor would hum a soft tune while he finished making your breakfast. Reveling in the warmth his cute wife emitted.

The Radio Demon would often spin on his heel. Encircling his large palms around your waist. He loved lifting you, so the tips of your toes planted flat against the top of his shoes as he spun you around the kitchen. Your laughter and his singing filled the sacred space you shared. You may have been in hell, but anywhere you were with Alastor was heavenly. 

Alastor never failed to notice how flustered you got as you gazed up at him. The man was over seven feet tall, so typically, he was taller than most. However, you were adorably short in comparison. His hands blanketed yours entirely. Alastor absolutely loved to bend down before you. Treasuring how your ears tipped back coyly as he met you at eye level. You were so easy to read. You couldn't hide anything from your husband. Even if you tried. 

You came to notice that physical touch wasn't something Alastor particularly liked. Except when it came to you. Your husband was constantly all over you. Holding your hand, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap anytime he sat down. You name it. Knowing that you were the only exception made you feel special.

But even still, you never pushed the matter. If anything, you waited for Alastor to initiate the physical intimacy, which happened more frequently than one might think- considering The Radio Demon's reputation. 

Sex wasn't something you discussed much at the beginning of your relationship. Alastor briefly mentioned that he never desired such things when he was alive. But once he became a demon, a deer hybrid at that- he started experiencing ruts. He explained that he would usually tuck away from the world until his rut passed, but that was as far as the conversation went. Relief washed over you, knowing that you weren't alone in that aspect. Your periods of estrus always made you feel shameful but, most of all... unbearably needy.

Alastor prided himself on knowing that he was a man of great composure. However, when his routine rut hit after you both had tied the knot- he expected to be able to control his urges. But that proved to be impossible for The Radio Demon. At the start of his rut, he kept his distance. Avoiding all physical contact with you. Naturally, you understood and tried to support him the best you could from afar. 

But it didn't take long for Alastor's poise to completely crumble. Your scent was all over your shared home, and any glimpse of you had him throbbing in his pants. 

Before you knew it, your husband was on you. Nipping and kissing up the expanse of your throat. Grumbling and groaning against your neck, begging you to help in through his heat. Your body trembled with need as Alastor's hands roamed along your frame in a way he never had before. 

His touches were prompt, frantic, and perverse. You wouldn't dream of denying your darling husband during his time of need. Knowing that Alastor would be your first and last lover; as you would be his, sent your heart pounding against your ribcage.

As desperate as your husband was for release, his touch was undoubtedly gentle. Alastor was slow to undress you, laying you flat atop your shared bed. He placed chaste kisses on every square inch of your skin, making your ears twitch with delight. Your husband whispered sweet nothings into your skin as he worked a finger into your tight heat for the very first time. 

Alastor's deft digit stretched you out slowly. The copious amount of slick dripping down your thighs made it easy for him to add another finger. You were on cloud nine being touched by your darling husband in such a way. You could feel the need he had for you, and it only added to the pleasure. 

Your husband was a bit hesitant the first time he pushed himself inside your welcoming walls. His hands were trembling around your waist as he buried himself to the hilt inside you. You could tell he was unfamiliar with such things; it was endearing. Alastor's face loomed over yours as he beckoned into you slowly. He gazed down at you with so much adoration as he succumbed to pleasure. 

You didn't fail to notice the tears of merriment trickling down Alastor's flush cheeks as his pace quickened. Carefully, you wiped them away. Moaning in pure ecstasy as you and your husband reveled in the unforgettable moment you shared. A gasp escaped you as you felt him begin to swell from deep within you. 

From the look on Alastor's face, you could tell he was just as perplexed as you were. The base of your lover's length swelled so much, that he could hardly pull back. You were quite literally stuck together. It didn't take long for you to understand what had happened once Alastor released his seed deep inside you. 

The feeling of your husband being so close, enveloping and marking you as his, pushed you over the edge. Once Alastor's knot deflated inside you, finally allowing him to slip out of your heat, his eyes averted from yours. He was uncharacteristically quiet as he attempted to regain his composure. 

Slowly, he explained that he had no clue that he was capable of knotting until only moments ago. You couldn't help but flush as you admitted to liking it more than you probably should have. Your confession unlocked something from deep inside your husband's psyche. Safe to say that you both shared a long night of exploring one another's pleasures and eccentricities. 

Your husband began craving you sexually even when he wasn't in a rut after your first night together. Alastor seemed to have developed a fixation with breeding you, which you weren't opposed to. The thought of starting a family with your doting husband plagued your mind often. 

So it wasn't a massive surprise to you when you discovered you were pregnant only a couple months later. When you broke the news to Alastor, he was elated. Your husband lifted you in his arms, spinning you around the kitchen as you both grinned brightly. Alastor wasted no time pitching name ideas for your fawn, melting your heart entirely.

You were about seven months along when your husband informed you of his next prospect at the Hazbin Hotel. Happily, you joined your husband in his endeavor. At first, the people you met who resided at the hotel didn't believe you were Alastor's spouse. For crying out loud, he was the infamous Radio Demon. The ruthless overlord that moved up the ranks faster than ever before. 

But to you, he was simply the doting husband that took pride in loving you. Who rubbed your feet from how much they swelled during your pregnancy. The man who hummed his favorite tunes to you as you dozed off each night, caressing your ears lovingly in the process. 

It took a good while but over time you developed a good relationship with the residents. Charlie was so caring and helpful. She did tons of research on pregnancy to be able to aid you. The Princess of Hell loved rubbing your belly, feeling the little kicks, and humming happy songs to your little fawn.

Vaggie was overly protective of you. Not to Alastor's level- but certainly up there. She acted like your bodyguard at times, even in the safety of your and Alastor's room. It made you giggle, but you appreciated it nonetheless. 

Angel was a hoot. At first, he would ask you indecent questions about your and Alastor's sex life. But Husk always put him in his place at times like that. Eventually, Angel became somewhat of a brother to you. He and Fat Nuggets would sit on your bed with you late at night while Alastor worked in his radio tower. Angel would put on all the best rom-com movies, laughing and crying alongside you.

You knew Husk beforehand, having a civil relationship for the most part. But as more time passed at the hotel, he began to warm up to you. If anything, Husk feared for you. He didn't like Alastor in the slightest- and he didn't want you to get caught in The Radio Demon's crossfire. So he kept a watchful gaze on you, especially now that you were pregnant. 

A small smile etched into your features as you heard the bedroom door swing open. Alastor was home early, something that didn't happen often. You sunk lower into your bubble bath, letting a soft sigh escape you as your husband's footsteps got louder. A moment later, the bathroom door swung open. Revealing the one and only; Alastor. 

"How is my darling doe and fawn doing on this wonderful evening?" Alastor boomed, approaching the tub swiftly. Wasting no time kneeling beside the tub. You giggled as your husband slipped his gloves off, dunking his palms beneath the water to caress your plump belly. 

"Hmm, better now that you're here," You whispered. Rubbing your palms over the back of his hands. Alastor craned his neck, giving you a chaste kiss. You couldn't help but smile against your lover's lips as your little fawn kicked right at that very moment. "See! Our little one is happy too, now that daddy's here." 

Alastor gazed at you with much adoration as he felt another kick, further solidifying your words. "Well, in that case! I suppose I should strive to get home earlier from now on, hm?" Your husband remarked, slowly pulling his hands from the tub. Alastor didn't miss a beat as he grabbed a washcloth. Lathering it up with your favorite soap before dipping his hands below the water once more. 

"Miss falling asleep next to you, Al," You sighed, eyes fluttering shut as your husband washed you. Alastor was so gentle as he scrubbed you clean. Making sure to massage your sore muscles in the process. "I know, my dear, I know." He cooed. Humming a gentle tune as he slid behind you from outside the tub. Working the knots out of your tense shoulders. 

"Our little fawn will be here soon... you nervous?" You asked softly, letting out a pleasant hum as Alastor massaged your back. His lips ghosted along the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Quite the contrary, my darling! I'm over the moon with excitement. I simply cannot wait to meet our little one."

Alastor's words caused your heart to flutter against your ribcage. You were the nervous one. You just hoped your child would be happy and healthy. "Don't worry your pretty little head, my dear! Our fawn is in good hands. Don't you see how much the patrons here adore you and our unborn child?"

Your husband always knew when you were nervous. It was as if he could read your mind. The sound of the soapy water sinking down the drain caused your eyes to flutter open. Alastor now stood with a towel outstretched in his arms. He beckoned you toward him, wrapping you in his arms as you stepped out of the tub. Your tail wagged with joy as your husband dried you off. 

"You're right... thanks for reminding me, my love," You smiled, tilting your face up against your husband's chest. Alastor took the hint, craning his neck to press his lips against yours. The kiss was warm and loving. Making you feel safe in his embrace. "No need to thank me, my dear! Come now, let's get you tucked in."

You squealed as your husband scooped you in his arms. Carrying you bridal style toward your shared bed. Alastor softly placed you under the duvet, wasting no time getting you warm and cozy in one of his button-up shirts. It smelled just like him, your favorite scent. Your husband stealthily removed his overcoat and shoes before making himself comfortable beneath the sheets.

Alastor cuddled up into your backside, wrapping his slender arms around your waist. He caressed your tummy lovingly as he kissed the top of your head, pulling your back flush against his chest. "There, now my darlings are ready to rest!" Your husband quipped, allowing his droopy eyelids to flutter shut. All you could do was hum in agreement as sleep overtook you. "Night, Al... love you..." 

"I love you more, my dear."

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