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the angel of long phone calls with your boss in your second language with a head cold after just waking up
#clavain art#clavain draws#i borrowed a wing + 2 teeth assets but the rest is ripped from my scans and photography including textures#angels#old testament#biblically accurate angel#fun fact eyes are from glossy starlings and collared dove and the middle eye is my eye
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i wanna fuck season 1 spencer so bad fr hes sooo dorky looking
like when he was talking to morgan that one time and he was like "why will no one date me :(" like babygirl im literally right here like hello literally look over here im yelling and screaming and waving my hands like please
#im so in love with his fucking hair dude like first of all why did they straighten it everytime someone whos hair isnt straight is#straightened an angel loses its wings but like the way its combed like that the way at the back it flicks out he looks like such a dork i#have like hearts in my eyes i need to calm down#⚠️#personal#ALSO IN THE FIRST EPISODE THE WAY HIS COLLAR IS STILL TUCKED INTO HIS SWEATER it makes me fucking lose it like girl pleasee#hes sooo dorky looking AUGH#i love dorky men who look stupid i love it when men look stupid and pathetic#it makes me go crazy im soo pathetic#also his eyes in that last gif have me in a fucking chokehold like hello put those peepers AWAY
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Some scratchy Atticus doodles, mostly about future Bad Streak chapters but i dont think they’re too spoiler-y to post. Lots of blood
#blood tw#whump#wing whump#Winged whumpee#whump art#angel whump#nonhuman whumpee#nonhuman whump#pet whump#collar whump#shock collar whump#whump blood#blood whump
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#park jihoon#angel boy#pastel sweater#cardigan#collar bones#pretty boys#kpop boys#beauty#angel wings#angelic#soft style#angelcore#prettiest
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omg an actual writing piece???
from rainbow??? never.
actually. just this once. I wrote a thing about an oc and now he has a story that I might have to actually write the whole thing. for now, have this tiny little snippet drabble thing.
cws: electric collar, food being kept from whumpee
I jumped as a shock from my collar ran through my body. It seemed earlier than I was usually woken from this, but I pulled myself off the floor and out of my room anyway, stretching my wings out as I walked down the halls to the kitchen. "Good morning," Jayden tells me, pushing a tray of food into my arms. "I'd love for you to stay and eat something, but she's in a bit of a mood this morning and you'd better hurry that food to her."
I nodded through a yawn, trying to shake the sleep off before I got to her room. Evidently, I wasn't fast enough, because the collar jolted again. I wondered vaguely if she'd notice if I grabbed anything off her breakfast tray before she got it. It was a stupid idea, of course, because she would, and besides, good servants didn't take what wasn't given to them. They waited patiently for someone to give them food, and then they showed their gratitude. And I was a good servant.
I took a deep breath outside of her door. A bit of a mood, Jayden had said. Hopefully, I was a good enough servant not to make it worse.
#rainbow's whump#rainbow's ocs#rainbow's drabbles#whump#whumpblr#angel whumpee#winged whumpee#royal whump#the winged servant#jayden the servant#onyx the angel#this does not count as a drabble#because it is 3 paragraphs#but i'll call it one anyway#so if anyone's wondering#the whumpee has a shock collar#and you know in the cartoon cinderella where she has bells that ring to tell her she's needed?#my whumpee has those#but his collar shocks him#to tell him he's needed#i feel cool for thinking of that#this is part of a long series that i'm gonna start posting#but it will not be posted fast
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WIJ day 13
I haven´t been active lately but I promise I´ve been working on my wips!! So using today´s prompt for @whumpmasinjuly I´ll be sharing a few snippets of the things I´m working on :)
TW// blood, murder, angel demon whump.
It was normal to get dirty with blood when he needed meat to survive.
It couldn't be helped, sometimes he had to kill to survive.
In the silence of the early hours of the day, Albus looked up to see Sann perched on the top of a tree, his face twisting in horror at the direction they had come from.
Of course, he was made to heal, not to kill. The demon thought as he knelt next to the river to wipe the blood off his arms and face.
An angel who had spared a demon´s life wouldn´t ever think killing was justified if it was to survive.
TW// dehumanization, pet whump, conditioning, collars, dog attack, blood.
Everything hurt even more now.
The battery laid still over a puddle of its own blood hours after the dog’s owners had put them back on their leashes and ran off when the battery stopped moving. Even when it could feel its arms and legs punctured several times, the battery was somehow still alive.
The battery’s shaking hand passed over its neck, wet with drool and dirty puddle water, and found the collar ragged to shreds instead of its neck.
Somehow, Master had saved it, the battery thought to itself hours later, when it could gather enough strength to try and crawl back into a better hiding spot. The oozing blood from its wounds smearing on the ground as it dragged forward.
TW// pet´s death,
“When I served my god, I used to have pet birds” as the words came out, the memories of ancient days courting a hooded god, resurged. “They didn´t last long. But were unique, beautiful birds with clipped wings”
“Humph, as expected of gods and their sick jokes” the demon blowed crossing his arms, the angel simply smiled.
“I didn´t know any better than to thank every gift I was given. Regardless of what they really meant”
The demon´s tail swished irritated behind him. “I´m sorry. I would punch that god of yours if I could”
“I would rather not have you meeting them at all” the seraphim laughed, before smoothing some of his feathers.
CW// human trafficking, slavery, dehumanization, sick whumpee, whump of a minor.
He could hardly pull any air into his lungs, so standing up and looking cute for anyone to buy him was completely out of the question. That was why he was laying on his side, half hidden by a mantle over his cage.
Undesirable and forgotten, he would never find a home or a master to belong to.
Between harsh pants and pained whines, he had already accepted his fate.
He could only hope it would take him quick and swiftly.
“What’s over here?” A childish voice cut through the air, forcing the slave’s eyes open to find gold shining over him. A halo of gold crowning the little boy crouching to get a better look of him “he looks tired”
#whump#whumpmasinjuly#wij2022#tw blood#tw human trafficking#tw slavery#tw dehumanization#sick whumpee#tw whump of a minor#tw pet death#collars#angel demon whump#demon angel au#winged whumpee
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Angel & Devil Wings | Enamel Collar Pins
Material: brass, gold, enamel
Pin size: approx 1"
Chain: 10 & 12cm
Pin Back: rubber / pushback
Other: chains are detachable
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Whumptober 2023 Day 17
Collar, Touch Aversion, "Leave Me Alone"
Kira stirred in her sleep. Uira laying next to her. She blinked awake and pulled herself up. Her head perked up, small noises echoing through the cave. The angel stood still, her hands gripping the smooth stone. Kira glanced back at the mer before something flashed in her eye. She turned back towards the dark wall. Her irises glowed dimly in the cave. Kira sniffed the air and her feathers stood on end. The angel moved quickly back to Uira and rubbed her shoulder. The girl whined as she looked behind her and kept trying to wake Uira.
A hand quickly covered her mouth. She whined as she was pulled away from the mermaid. "Got ya now you little shit." Kira clawed at the arm around her neck. "Nazli hurry up and bind her hands!" Kira flapped her wings wildly as a man came up to her and tied rope around her wrists. The angel tried to bite but a muzzle was placed tightly over her mouth.
"Nice try birdy," the large man from before grabbed the metal cage over Kira's mouth. "Can't have any resistance."
"Leave me alone," the girl mumbled under the muzzle. "Leave me alone!" She tried to pull away from their grip.
"We can't do that little birdy, you and that mermaid will be quite the catch." The man holding the Kira ran his hand over her throat. "Mm, you're very cute you know that?" Kira whined as he touched her face.
"Kai! Don't damage the little thing. We don't know what we're gonna do with em anyway."
"Yes, captain." Kira kept struggling against his grip.
"Don't... touch me!" She growled at the man.
"You're ours little one," the captain tightened a leather collar around her throat. "We can do whatever we want to ya. Finn! Hurry up and move this girl out of the way. Get her ready to take on board." Another set of hands grabbed Kira's wings.
"Uira!" The two men pinned her to the ground. Rope tightened around her wings and ankles.
"Kira? Kira!" Loud splashes erupted from the water. "Let me go!" Rope was tossed over Uira's head and chest.
"Not this time mermaid! I gotcha now!" The large man wrangled Uira to the ground and pulled her out of the water. Another man quickly threw more rope over her tail. "Finally gotcha!" Uira's arms were forced behind her back and tied together. Her wrists bound tightly against the opposite elbow.
"Don't touch me!" She thrashed her tail. "Let us go!"
"Can't do that lassie, come on get them to the ship!" Uira was placed on a tarp as a cloth was wrapped tightly around her head, gagging her. A large net was thrown over the mermaid and the men started dragging her away from the water.
"Finn! Carry the little one back to the ship."
"Yes captain! Come on little one, let's get you back to the ship."
#whumptober#whumptober2023#whumptober 2023#no.17#collar#touch aversion#leave me alone#oc#fic#collar whump#mer whump#mermaid whump#mermaid whumpee#winged whumpee#angel whumpee#kira the angel
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TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, drugging
fem reader
Thinking about a human collector who decides he wants a new pet to add to his collection...
The air of the animal shelter is polluted by whimpers, howls, and growling as he parades past all sorts of rareties locked up in their cages – all for him to pick and choose from.
The warden is telling him about the new swan hybrid they wrangled a week ago, wings like an angel with the grace of royalty, a true prize jewel of any collection.
He thinks it sounds promising before strolling past you.
Placed in one of the smaller cages on the floor, seemingly tucked away so as not to catch anyone’s attention.
You’re a sorry sight to behold – all starved and shaking – the collar around your throat too heavy for you to lift your head, having to look up at him through your lashes as he crouches down in front of you.
Your eyes are wide like two moons as he sticks a finger in through the bars.
It’s thick like a carrot, and for a moment, you seem like you’re about to scurry away into the very back of your cage – but instead, you inch closer, sniffing at the digit before suddenly snapping at him.
He backs away with a hiss, drawing the warden's attention – who rushes back and knocks his cain against the cage with a growl in his throat, “Stupid critter.”
You’ve narrowed your eyes, nose wrinkled in anger – something akin to a snarl forming your lips. It’s a funny expression to see on such a normally docile breed.
“I’m really sorry, sir. Bunnies aren't usually aggressive, but we’ve had issues disciplining this one for weeks.” The warden rushes out the apologetic excuse, expecting to be sued.
But the collector only chuckles – a deep sound that makes your soft fur stiffen. “That’s fine.”
He pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket, all movements calm and collected as he wipes the spill of blood trickling from the small bite mark you’d left on his finger.
“It’s only a nibble, after all.”
You spit the bitter taste left in your tongue out on his shoes with another sneer.
If it angers him, it still doesn’t show through the lofty smile he wears. His leer is just as poised and heavy as he looks down at you.
“Does she talk?”
The warden had turned to lead him towards the more desirable and tamed section but halted at the question.
He had a puzzled look on his face before he answered, almost in a question himself, “We don’t know.”
The collector scoffed out another small laugh, then pulled out his phone. “How much?”
The warden seemed appalled then. “Sir, we have exotic pets more up to your standard in the back. Are you sure-”
“I want this one.”
The warden looked snuffed at his firm tone. But straightened himself out after a moment. All business as usual. “We can’t guarantee she’ll behave. It could be dangerous-”
But he’s cut off yet again, this time with another rumbling chuckle.
“That won’t be an issue.”
And those dark eyes with that deeply dominating look within them were the last thing you remember seeing before becoming a sleepy heap on the floor of your cage – drooling with a blank stare as you’re carried to the trunk and driven off with.
The tranquilizer makes you fall asleep, waking to heat swallowing you as you’re lowered into a bathtub.
“Let’s get you groomed first.” The same man murmurs in a coo. Petting your head with a heavy hand when seeing your weary eyes try blinking off the sleep – but still left too drowsy to thrash.
Instead, you can just moan as he washes you with a tender smile on his face – his big hands coarse against your creamy skin, rubbing your plush limbs with soap and oil.
“My pets have been an awful handful lately…”
He’s talking about something, but you only catch bits and pieces of the words being said. Something about ruts and scratched furniture – someone’s been pissing in the sofa, and all the pillows are ruined.
He messages the lops of your ears, then rinses them gently.
“But it’s my fault. I’ve been neglectful.”
He cups your tits next, lathering them with the warm milky water, circling your nipples with the gritty pads of his thumbs until they perk.
Then he delves under the water to find your puffy cunt, letting the hot water rush the sensitivity, making it swell with heat as he splits the lips and pets your clit.
You buck your hips, and he awes with a light chuckle, crooning down at you. “It's okay, little bunny.”
His carrot-sized finger teases your hole before sinking inside you, filling you in slow and tentative pumps. Sitting next to the tub, just as composed as before, while your cunt squeezes his knuckles.
He hums, watching your body fight the tranquilizer as you seize up and ripple with release.
He retracts his hand, patting them both on the fluffy towel placed next to him. A content smile on his face. “You’re gonna do perfect.”
After he’s finished drying you, he fixes a collar around your throat and carries you out to the others.
“Gather ‘round, pets.” He announces, placing you down on the soft carpeted floors beneath.
Your limbs are still heavy, too weak to stand just yet. But that all changes with the adrenaline kick.
“Come say hi to your new rut-puppet.”
The stench in the air coats your skin with sweat.
“She’s a fragile thing, though, so make sure to play nice.”
Your big eyes skitter around.
On your left, there’s a wolf, fox, and hyena who all lick their teeth at the sight of you.
Next to them lies a bear that wakens from his slumber. He licks his snout with a huff.
Drool drips from the hang in their lips as they start panting.
And they aren't the only ones.
On your right, there’s a panther and leopard whose eyes all blackout into nothing but a deep pool of darkness.
Their tails slowly meander behind them as they arise from their beds to stalk you.
You whimper, backing up until your back hits the legs of your new owner.
You lift your head to look up at him, only to see him smiling down at you.
“Don’t be shy now. The smell of fear only makes them wilder.”
part 2
#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujustu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#jjk smut#bnha smut#yandere bnha#mha smut#my hero smut
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Feelings
imagine being another fallen angel and experiencing lust for the first time
Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
18+ only, minors DNI
warning: nsfw but no smut, slight but unintentional corruption kink,
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Unlike the other emotions, this one crept up on you slowly. It lied in wait most of the time, only revealing itself around Lucifer. Truthfully the feeling came so infrequently that you didn’t think to worry about it, forgot about it even. Then his hand would linger on your waist or he missed your cheek, placing a kiss on your neck and a tiny flame ignited deep inside you. You accepted his stammered apologies but the feeling did not.
The warmth itself was uncomfortable solely for the reason of being new, it never hurt! Not like this.
“I think I’m hurting again.”
The calmness of your voice shouldn’t have alarmed him but Lucifer jumped to action before you finished talking, worried eyes scanning you over as they always did. Without hesitation, he took your hand when you were close enough and sat next to you on the couch. Little did he know his touch on your knee scorched you.
“Where is it this time, darling?”
“Here,” You unabashedly gestured over your stomach.
Lucifer’s voice pitcher higher, cooing,“Hungry? I can have Alfredo whip you up—“
“We don’t need to bother Alfonzo. I’m not hungry.”
His brows pinched together in confusion.
“But you said..?”
“Here.”
You enveloped his wrist and guided it up your thigh. About an inch away, where the warmth bloomed stronger with his touch, as if drawing him near, Lucifer snatched his hand away. His pupils shrunk to slits, wings audibly popping out as he jumped. His fingers that had almost grazed you had stretched and closed taught, remaining a fist.
“Oh! Oh! Oh shit.”
His reaction pulled a downright pitiful expression from you. Lucifer drew in a deep breath, calming himself and folding his feathers away. Awkwardly, a different kind than what you were used to regarding him, he sat back down. You couldn’t not notice how far he sat from you, how he folded his hands in his lap and refused to make eye contact. Hell hadn’t made a liar of you yet; you were hurt by this.
“I-I don’t think I can help you with this one, sweetheart,” Lucifer swallowed thickly, curling a finger into his collar and tugging on it, “I-I-I don’t even think I gave Charlie ‘the talk’! That wouldn’t be…”
You tried to be patient, stars did you try, but while he took his time you were being burnt alive from the inside out! You knew you needed something from him and he was unfailingly the answer. Lucifer had never denied you before, outright or not.
“You said you felt everything down here,” You pointed out.
Leaning in on your hands, you tilted your head and searched for what he refused to share. His face blushed brighter and harder than before. Embarrassment wasn’t right. It almost looked as if he was praying for an escape.
“You’re ashamed?”
Lucifer blew a raspberry, crimson slits darting all around, deliberately avoiding where you sat, “No! Nope, no shame over here!”
If not him… then perhaps it was you? Could you drive the King of Hell to shame? Surely not, how arrogant of you to even dream of it. Yet the question rolled off your tongue before you could stop it.
“Have I done som—“
With a jolt he sits up rigid and serious, desperately trying to keep what little distance remained. You were a breath away, staring into his eyes with such adoration it made your problem that much harder to ignore.
“You haven’t done anything wrong. This—This is just… I can’t be the one to help you with this.”
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help.
He did. Desperately so. Disgustingly so.
He could sink his claws and teeth into you right fucking now and make you feel better— better than better! It was heart stopping, the idea that he could be the one to show you what pleasure is like actually made him breathless. Fuck, how he wanted to see how your face when he brought you to your peak. Your moans would be a symphony to behold, his name on your lips would be his new favorite song. The thought of being your first and only clouded his mind with desire.
He would claim you truly if you’d have him. And the look in your eyes told him you would.
But would it be right? Lucifer’s had plenty of experience, he’s not worried about disappointing you— however you regretting him afterwards? It might kill him.
“But I want you to,” The sincerity in your voice sent his heart racing, “It only happens around you—“
“You—“ Lucifer chuckled nervously, shaking his head, “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
Briefly, you shot him a warning glare before softening your expression. You cautiously grabbed his hips, slowly so he could deny you if he really wanted. (Never again.)
“I know what I’m feeling. I know you’re responsible.”You counter slyly, maneuvering him into your lap, “I know I don’t want it to go away.”
Lucifer swallowed hard on nothing, staring obviously at your lips as you spoke with lidded eyes.
“I thoug-thought you said it hurt.” He choked.
“I’m starting to understand why. I need you—“ His breath hitched when you ground up against him, holding him firmly in place to feel his hard on, “—to do something about it.”
Clutching your shirt like his life depends on it, he whines. You’re putting his restraint to the test.
And he’s about to fail.
“Please? You’re always so good at making me feel better when I’m hurting, Luci.”
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel imagine#lucifer morningstar x reader#lucifer morningstar imagine#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar smut#lucifer morningstar x reader smut
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