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I was pondering on what horrors to write for Halloween and when I remembered how many times I’d hoped for Valak content…I ran and whipped out my Grimoire and started typing in delirious inspiration.
Yandere! Valak x Reader
Featuring the Infernal President and a blissfully unaware reader backpacking through Romania. Warning: NSFW, blasphemy, non-consent
[Horror Masterlist]
“Mommy told me something
A little kid should know
It’s all about the Devil
And I’ve learned to hate him so
She said he causes trouble
When you let him in the room
He will never ever leave you
If your heart is filled with gloom”
"Now, you can't really say you've visited Romania until you see at least one monastery! Most Romanians are very religious, so churches and monasteries are popular attractions for tourists and locals alike." The tour guide is awfully enthusiastic for a cloudy Sunday morning. You nod politely and follow the group, although you can already feel yourself become distracted.
You're mostly interested in the old castles and bucolic hiking trails that Transylvania has to offer. Religious places...not so much. Alas, it's part of the experience. You check the flyer containing today's travel plans and google the location mentioned by the guide. Cârța Monastery. Seems to have some ruins included, and you'll be right on time for the Sunday chorus service, huh. Maybe that's why they picked today for a visit.
You hurry along the cobblestone path until the first traces of a building come into view. Somehow you can't shake the feeling that something is off. You scan over the visible windows, wondering if someone is watching from above. Nothing. Once you lower your gaze again, you notice the tour guide vigorously waving his arm and encouraging you to enter the church with everyone else. You were at the very front of the group, so how long did you stare at walls? You flash an apologetic smile and rush inside. The wooden door closes with a grating creak and you fumble to the first available seat. There's a few coughs and shuffles and eventually the Liturgy begins. Your eyes wander until they find a clear window, so you entertain yourself with the sights outside. It's not like you understand the words of whatever is currently happening, and you're not religious to begin with.
"How long is this going to take?" you groan internally and switch your focus to your hands, intertwined and resting in your lap. The monotonous chants cause your eyelids to feel heavy and they gradually lower themselves until all you see is black. It's okay, you're not sleeping. It's just a short nap, until...huh...the voices of the singing men diffuse as if distorted by distance and now everything is quiet.
"Took you long enough."
You jolt awake. You turn your head to check if whoever is sitting next to you has just spoken, but the room is suddenly empty. You jump from your seat and the thud of your feet hitting the stone floor creates a cavernous echo that sends a shiver down your spine. Ah, could it be that you're dreaming? The candles of the chandelier flicker, as if startled by a breeze, and abruptly go out.
"I don't like waiting. Especially for mere humans like you."
The same voice as before reverberates through the chamber. It's deep and jarring, sounding almost unnatural. You don't like it. You tilt your head, afraid to find the source of speech but too curious nonetheless. It's a person dressed like a nun. For a brief second you relax your shoulders, assuming it's one of the people living here. But after one step ahead the figure becomes vaguely illuminated, and you can discern the features bearing on this creature's face. Blood drains from your face and you can feel the bile pooling at the back of your throat. A blasphemous deformity, oozing with blight and evil. From within the hollow, dark sockets, two yellow orbs glisten with raw malice. You realize you've held your breath until now as your lungs contract in a pitiful attempt to pump more oxygen. The movement brings back your senses and your flight instincts kick in. You immediately sprint for the door and use your elbow to slam it open, nearly collapsing to the ground. Your eyes squint under the flash of bright light.
As you pant for air you notice you're back outside. There's people taking photos and talking cheerfully, and inside the church your group seems to have gathered before the iconostasis, listening attentively to a hearty discourse from your guide. The liturgy ended. What on Earth did you just witness? Before you can ponder the event, you feel a tug at your sleeve. It's an old lady, short and comically hunched. She's dressed all in black, with a head covering that hides most of her face, though you can still see the deep wrinkles that cross her features.
"Oh? Sorry, I don't speak-"
"L-am văzut și eu. Diavolul, maică. Aici nu mai e demult casa Domnului. Pleacă cât mai poți, am să mă rog pentru tine."
Her voice is shaky and she seems in distress. She strokes your arm once before limping away hastily. You blink and spend a moment trying to collect your thoughts. There's no one else nearby to ask for a translation, so you can only hope she finds help somewhere else. You return to the group and hope you won't have to deal with any other adventures.
"This is the annex. You can still see some details in the arches." Your guide points around the pillars and mossy brick patches. You take out your phone for some photos and your arms tremble slightly.
"It's suddenly very cold here, don't you think so?" you remark to your neighbor.
"Really? I'm quite literally sweating right now" they respond, baffled.
"It's a shaded area, that's probably why."
"Or you're just that excited to see me again."
Your eyes widen. It's the voice. You blink, and you find yourself in the empty church once more. No, no, no, this isn't happening. No. You're dreaming. This is an absurdity. Some hallucination of sorts. You try the door handle, except this time it's locked.
"It's not often I become interested in a mortal. In fact, this is the only time."
The nun is sitting on a bench, hands together in a praying motion. There's a mocking grin on its face.
"Maddening, truly. Deplorable, disgraceful, outrageous. Humiliation would await me if they suspected my intentions with a perishable being like you."
"Who the hell are you?" you interrupt the erratic monologue. The nun stands up and locks eyes with you, instantly making you nauseous.
"The Sixty-second Spirit, President Mighty and Great. His Office is to give True Answers of Hidden Treasures, and to tell where Serpents may be seen. The which he will bring unto the Exorciser without any Force or Strength being by him employed. He governeth 38 Legions of Spirits."
"What?"
"Valac." the creature extends a hand, as if expecting a handshake. "At least that's how they introduce me in the Lesser Key of Solomon." The fingers spread out and you feel a gravitational force pull you closer. It chuckles.
The cold fingers sink into your back and feel like claws digging your flesh. You let out a scream of protest and try to push away without success. It hurts. The touch burns your skin and spreads out like a wicked plague. What would this fiend even want from you? You search your mind for potential meanings and explanations. Truth be told, however, you're not well-versed in theological fantasies.
"You can't just possess someone's body. I won't accept it. You don't have my permission."
The creature erupts in hysterical laughter and you feel your knees weaken at the sharp, grotesque teeth that creep their way out. Everything about it is vile, scandalous. Unholy.
"If you want to call it like that...Then sure. But for this kind of possession I don't need your input, I'm afraid."
Your limp body is picked up and sloppily thrown over the altar table. The impact of the hard surface against your stomach causes you to gasp. You try to turn your head and look behind, but the large, clawed hand locks around your neck and keeps you in place. You can only glance ahead. You can sense your garments being ripped apart with one swift move and shudder at the unexpected contact with the cold air on your bare body. The creature's other hand slides over your forms before stopping on your bottom, adjusting it. The realization sinks in and you begin to panic. Is this the time to say a prayer? You don't know any.
"Our Father..." you mumble, trying to remember the continuation.
"Go on. I'm sure He'd love to hear from you while you're being fucked on His altar. Send Him my regards."
He forces your hips upwards, exposing your intimacy. Without any further delay he thrusts his member in, painfully stretching your entrance around it. Tears well up in your eyes at the sudden discomfort. The iconostasis in front of you blurs and sways with each violent plunge into your frail body.
"Oh, God" you sob.
"God ends here."
#the nun#the nun 2#the conjuring#valak#valac#valak x reader#valak smut#the nun smut#yandere#yandere x reader#demon x reader#ars goetia
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In The Dark Of The Night
Pairing: Valak / The Nun x Fem! Nun! Reader.
Summary: After arriving and joining the Covent you so didn't wish to join, Valak takes a liking to you.
Warnings: Smut, Oral sex (fem receiving), Tongue fucking, Fingering, Intercourse (P in V), Masturbation, Voyeurism, Unprotected sex, Overstimulation. Mention of reader possibly catching an STI from Valak and his ashy lips. Reader smokes weed.
Writing Time: 3 hours.
Word Count: 2251.
Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 6.
A/N:
Had a ball figuring this shit out. Started writing this at 1am, it's now nearly 4am and I have to be up in 2 hours 😁🔫 Think about that when the reader is crying about not getting enough sleep. I love this fic but I think Valak is very OOC, this is my first time writing him so hopefully I'll get better at it. Valak is referred to as 'The Nun' and with they/them pronouns (until they whip out their dick 😁) since I was semi writing fron the reader's perspective and they have no idea what Valak's name is or what they identify as. But I do write Valak as male, so they are male here it's just doesn't know until near the end.I'm tired so I didn't research Nuns and Covents before writing this, which I probably should of done but who cares since the movies do a poor job of explaining them? I'm sure y'all only came for the smut. I'll fix it when if I feel like it. Valak has ashy lips cause I said so.
Here is the masterlist for all my Kinktober 2023 works.
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Something felt off, to say the least. You felt more uneasy in this new unfamiliar place than any other place.
When your father announced you'd be attending this new place, you were furious. Well, furious and heartbroken. He had written you off to become a nun because it was the easiest way to send you away. And all for wait? Because you had recently been having issues with your mental health and he couldn't deal with it? Or did he need you needed Jesus?
Either way, you started hating him on the drive here. And once you stepped foot in this place and felt the almost sicken bad vibes.
The teachers had been just as you expected. Strict, never smiling and so obviously loved having power over others. Others being the new not yet devoted Nuns or freshly devoted Nuns.
You was gonna hate it here.
You had met your new sisters and to be honest, none of them mattered to you. You weren't in any kind of mood to make friends, but you hoped that would change. You didn't want to be alone here.
The only Sister that seemed like friend material was Sister Irene. She had that kind and friendly spirit that you thought all Nuns should have.
But seriously, something wasn't right around here. You couldn't place your finger on it and honestly, you hoped you never could.
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You tried to get comfortable in your new bed, but it seemed impossible. Like the Devil was purposely making the springs press into your back and then laughing at your discomfort.
You huffed as you gave up and got out of bed. You grabbed your carefully stashed away blunts and lighter and headed for your window. Unlocking the old window proved to be a little bit of a challenge but you managed.
You started at the sky as you smoked, the affect of the weed slowly crawled into you and eased you. You leaned against the wall of the window and slowly looked around your room. The atmosphere suddenly changed back to uneasy and even more so.
Something...or maybe someone caught your eye. You had spotted a figure in your room, in front of your bedroom door. It was so dark, you couldn't make out any features. Just the outline of a body.
It freaked you out to say the least and you knew you wasn't that high so this was real. It had to one of your Sisters right? Here to snitch on you for smoking a joint...right?
"If you're here to catch me up to something, well, you caught me. So what are you waiting for now? Go ahead and snitch." You called out.
No response. You were quiet for a few seconds, just staring at the figure. You then sighed a bit before drawing another drag and offering it up to the mysterious figure.
"Or do you want some?"
The figure suddenly disappeared and you couldn't see where it went. You stood up properly in fear and looked around again, you saw nothing. The room looked completely normal even in the dark but certainly didn't feel normal.
You nervously put out the blunt and crawling back into bed. You told yourself it had to have been the pot, even if you didn't feel that high it must of been that. Maybe your dealer gave you something different this time, some pot laced with something. God you hope it was just that. It has to be just a bad trip.
Fortunately, you managed to fall asleep fairly quickly after that. Bud seemed to be just what you needed to fall asleep. You would get you was asleep for maybe a little over an hour before you stirred awake.
Wonderful, awake again, and it only just turned 1am and you were gonna be woken up at 6am. Delicious, this is gonna be a night full of broken up sleep. You looked up to face the ceiling and hopefully fall asleep again, just get those much needed extra hours.
But you couldn't. And you didn't feel like smoking again, so you did the next best thing. Placed both feet against the bed with your knees bent and pushed a hand past your underwear. You carefully fingered yourselves with two fingers. As your pleasure built up, you closed your eyes and focused simply on your own pleasure. A few moaned slipped out of your mouth and when you felt although you was ready, you added another finger.
You lost yourself in your pleasure and smiled as you neared yourself closer to the edge. It didn't take too long, considering how sleepy you already was. But right as you felt your orgasm building, you opened you eyes. And boy did you regret it.
When you opened your eyes, your attention quickly went to the foot of your bed where another figure appeared. And this time, you could see their features. It was Nun, with a terrifying face say the least. You knew it wasn't another Sister because of their lovely face which was smirking down at you, giving you a lovely view of their sharp fangs. Their eyes glowing a piercing yellow.
'Hell no, not today Satan. Please no.' Is what you thought as you, now fully wide awake, threw your covers off, ripped all fingers out of your pussy and made a beeline for the door. You were stopped by a force that only could of been supernatural and air yeeted back onto your bed. You screamed as loud as you could and the creepy looking Nun inched closer and closer to you.
"Oh Baby, don't scream. Don't cry." The Nun pouted down at you and touched your right cheek.
Obviously, you screamed even louder. The Nun's soft expression disappeared almost as soon as it came and they clamped a hand down across your mouth and squeezed.
"Shut up, now." It's tone now gruff and aggressive.
You looked up at them in fear whilst noticing some strange beauty in their face and soon started crying, "Please don't hurt me."
"Oh Dear," Their soft tone suddenly back, "I'm not here to hurt you... I just wanted to help."
"H-Help?" You whispered.
The Nun gave you a smile and headed down south. You thought the smile was supposed to be comforting but it felt so evil and unsettling, it had the opposite the affect. You felt your heart beat faster in fear, the way your heart starts beating when your about to have a panic attack. It definitely didn't help that you still couldn't move and was completely immobilised by this supernatural force.
The Nun pulled your panties down to your knees, not bothering pulling them down all the way and quickly got to work. Their tongue was... something you had experienced before.
It was wet, messy and far too big to be normal. It was driving you insane. If you had to guess from just the feeling, this monster's tongue was almost the same size as the average dick. It quickly turned you into a moaning mess. Your cries became cries of pleasure and you orgasmed almost immediately. Either you was still worked up from fingering yourself, which was unlikely considering the brief heart attack you just had, or this Nun was unstoppable with their tongue.
The Nun gave you two more orgasms with their tongue before coming up. They looked down at you and smirked again. You could see now, their black lips and tongue were black from ash. It was all over their mouth and chin and you was now consumed with worry, hopefully now of that ash got caught in your pussy. Which STI would you get from that?
You hadn't noticed but the Nun had started pulling up their skirt and pulling at something underneath it. Out sprang the biggest dick you had ever seen.
Nope, that wasn't normal, if you saw that monster on any human man you'd tell them to see a Doctor. Cause 12.5 inches (you're estimating based on looks) is not normal. The Nun grinned and stared down at your terrified face as he pumped himself.
You looked up at him, "That's not going inside me."
"Yes it is." He stated matter of factly still smiling at you.
"It will kill me." You responded with a glare.
Whilst you was still a little iffy about the penis size, your fear was starting to melt away and you was no longer afraid to talk to this creature. It could be the dizziness from the multiple orgasms you just had but this was starting to feel like a normal not scary sexual encounter.
"I'll make it work." The Nun shrugged.
"Ok, but I need to know your name first." You told him.
The demon was silent for a few seconds, "I don't usually give my name... but I suppose you will need something to scream so. It's Valak."
Valak thrusted into you immediately after that, not giving you much time to adjust. You screamed in pain but Valak placed a hand over your mouth again and tsked at your vocals, as if you was the problem. He then pulled off your panties completely and shoved them in your mouth without warning, you choked a little and Valak moaned at the sound.
Fortunately Valak hadn't pushed all of himself inside of you, only the first few inches (which is still a whole dick, Valak, but ok) and didn't go any further than that. He moved in and out at normal pace, not seeming to care at all about your cervix which he was currently beating up with his monster cock.
But despite all the complaints, you was starting to love it. Once you had adjusted, you was moaning and crying again. Tears ruining your vision and making Valak more aroused therefore making him move faster.
He groaned as he fucked up and glared down at you, completely focused on your face. Deciding this wasn't enough, he bent your legs back as far as they could go, up to your head and leaving you in a mating press. This gave him more opportunity to add a couple more inches without hurting you as much.
You cried, screamed and whined as the creature defiled you. You felt filthy, absolutely disgusting. But also alive. Something you hadn't felt before. You were squirming and whimpered from a dick too big for your little pussy to comprehend and you loved it. It was now you realised there was no chance you could married to God, you was enjoying such a lewd act, letting a demon fuck you dumb, way too much.
"Please! More!" You whined against your panties.
Valak heard you loud and clear and pressed a thumb on your clit. He would of preferred to sink his whole dick into you but knew it would be too much.
He then leaned down and spat on your mouth. Most of it was immediately soaked up by your panties, which irritated the shapeshifter. So he pulled your panties out of your mouth and spat again.
"Swallow whore." He hissed at you.
You eagerly did as you was told, hoping there would be a reward. And there was, the demon grinned down at you again when he saw you followed orders well, and then shoved his whole tongue in your mouth.
He tasted just as you expected, like ash and death.
As you noticed before when he was eating you out, his tongue was not normal either. It was way too big and long, just like his dick. It filled up your mouth and made you choke slightly. But soon like before, once you adjusted to the size, you was moaning like a slut again.
You came again, you didn't know which number this one but it was definitely better than the last. But you were feeling drained now, overstimulated. You had no idea when Valak would cum though and it made you nervous, surely he would stop once he came you thought. But then, when would he cum? A demon's limit must be far greater than a human's.
And you was right, Valak could fuck for hours without cumming. And that's what he planned to do. He wanted to know what you looked like, excessively overstimulated.
You really wished you hadn't found out what made this place so off.
#stitched#stitched mouth#stitched talks#stitched’s kinktober#kinktober#kinktober 2023#stitched writes#the nun#the nun ii#the nun x reader#the nun smut#valak x reader#valak#valak the nun#valak smut
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Devil Fucking
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masc! Valak x fem! Reader [ Oneshot ]
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Content Warnings: NSFW
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Content Rating: 18+
{y/n} slept silently in the upstairs bedroom of The Warrens home. Strange-goings-on had been happening recently but who was she to let it get to her head?
As she dreamt peacefully, unaware of the figure in the corner, she couldn’t stop herself from growing throbbing from her sweet dream about a disgustingly erotic thought.
As Valak watched, he couldn’t help but cackle softly, his voice echoing in a deep and rumbling tone. His body slowly swaying up to {y/n}’s bed as he climbs on top of her sleeping body. He took notice of her clothes…well lack of.
Oh sweet {y/n}, with your perfect body only hiding away the most intimate parts. It’s like you wanted this, wanted a demon to crawl over you during the night and lavish you with its tongue. Valak sniffed the air around, searching for any sign of fear or terror.
A sweet scent caught him as he slowly trailed up her thigh, moving her leg to the side to stuff his face against her leaking cunt. He inhaled deeply, letting out a shuddering and hot breath. This wasn’t fear…it was sweeter, more primal.
He couldn’t control as his mind screamed to feast, his serpents tongue trailing the inside of her thigh as it coats his saliva across the now soaking wet fabric of {y/n}’s panties.
{y/n} felt the warmth of the unfamiliar tongue and slowly opens her eyes, looking around the room before noticing the horns sitting just below her. She sits up and gasps softly, the thing peering up at her with gold eyes. He continues to let his tongue dance against the fabric as he moves a clawed hand to the bottom of her stomach.
”It seems you have been wanting this, what would your poor employers say knowing how badly you wanted to be touched like this by the very thing set out to kill them.” His voice echoed around her head, she takes notice that he didn’t even move his mouth aside from adjusting to let his tongue slip further.
{y/n} bites her lip, suppressing a soft gasp as his claws digs into her soft skin. “I-I…shit…” She mumbles out as he slowly moves his claw to tear the fabric away from her heated secret. She shakes as his warm pants fan across her dripping cunt.
”Go on…tell me you want it, whore.” He teases and growls out, his tongue softly flicking against the folds of her body. She moans softly and lays back, spreading her legs out more. “Please…I want to be one of yours..” She whimpers and pants as she feels Valak’s tongue slowly presses against her clit, feeling and assaulting the bud with feverish delight. He growls at the taste, pushing her legs and holding them against her stomach to better show off his most prized meal.
{y/n} moans, closing her eyes as she holds onto her bed sheets, jolting and shuddering with every flick of his tongue. He growls, placing a clawed finger at her entrance before pushing it in. She screams out, crying softly at the scratching before she feels her body grow accustomed, moaning as his claws scratches her in the deepest places.
”You will obey me.” He sighs, working his fingers gently as he feels her cunt tighten and spurt. As he continues his relentless assault,
{y/n}’s body betrays her conscious. Her cunt holding his finger tightly as she squirts against his tongue. The groan Valak let out could have shook the whole earth, humans were so interesting and so tasty.
He slowly sat up, looking at {y/n} as she regained her composure. Panting softly as she sits up, she gathers the sheets to cover herself. ”Keep that pretty little thing delicious for me, it’s a good meal.” He laughs before stepping back into the shadows of her room.
{y/n} sighed sadly, looking around to see if Valak actually left. She looks down at her body, scratch marks adorning her stomach and thighs.
#gredoll#the nun#the nun 2#the conjuring#the conjuring 2#valak#valak x reader#valak smut#the nun x reader#the nun smut#slashers#slashers x reader
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The conjuring scenario
What there like in a relationship with you?
Ed Warren
How you both meet was through Lorraine (in this he isn’t married to her)
100% a golden retriever partner
Kind of partner to be calm and collected in the most weird or non calm situations
Jesus is everywhere. Literally
You best believe that this man has a backup cross for his backup
Loves to actually do the cooking then eating it
Always makes sure your ok. He puts you before himself almost to the point where it’s selfish
6/10 protective over you. He knows that you can handle yourself pretty well so he’s not worried about that but once again, he is your ✨man ✨
Sometimes act almost like a parent then a partner
Always worried about you since all the haunted objects he has, with all the demonic possessions are always with him, afraid if them get to you
But at the end of the day you are his rock and nothings gonna change that not even a demonic scare
Annabelle 
How did you get in situation, we don’t even know. Hell not even Annabelle knows why there with the likes of you but here you both are 
How you both met was that you are the Warrens oldest daughter
They are the type of partner that is cold and cruel but as a TINY soft spot for you
They have never been in a relationship with anyone or anything before so…… I guess you take most of the rings and the affection parts, or even how to show it
They don’t hate it though more…. Tolerate it to an actual likable level to where they don’t wanna kill you
5/10 protectiveness over you. Half and half is the best way to explain it. They actually help you to a certain extent at some point, but be prepared to mostly face stuff on your own
But overall even though all of these scenarios seem bad and all no offense, but what did you expect? Hug and a kiss? That’s not going to happen soon. But……….. there is a spot in their non existence and cold heart for just you that even though they don’t understand it….. it is special for them…
Valak
Once again we don’t know how we got here, but we’re here
You two met when they were disguised as in the usual, nun form, and you were an actual nun
They are the type of partner that like scaring you more then loving you
They love your fear. It’s delicious to them more than all the other people they have scared, which is one of the reasons why they’re with you
In the relationship department for affection. Kind of like Annabelle but they would actually give you things surprisingly
Like: dead birds, dead rats, dead flowers, hell even dead body’s of other nuns. A lot of dead things
At least it wasn’t you that turn to a dead gift
5/10 protectiveness over you. Just like Annabelle
But overall they are a ancient evil entity that has never been with someone or anything in all of its centuries of living, and probably even more than that and hell, 100% not with a human but here we are. It is cold and cruel to you like it just everyone else as it doesn’t give you special treatment, but…….. like Annabelle….. there’s a spot for you and it’s cold demonic heart….. it’s just deep inside it
#lucifer morningstar x reader#dead evil rise deadite x reader#the conjuring#valak#valak x reader#valak the nun#valak smut#fypage#everyone#x reader#ed warren#the warrens#horror#slashers#slashers x reader#my inner demons
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give us some of your headcanons about valak x reader !! thank you 😽
Dating Valak Would Include…
Pairing: Valak x Fem! Reader.
Warnings: Valak is a warning himself, SFW & NSFW, Headcannons become nsfw after —///—, Fingering, Oral sex (male and female receiving), Public sex, Demon sex, Teratophilia? (Monster fucking), Implied murder, I kinda bully the reader in the beginning for dating a demon even though I’m desperate to
Summary: What it would be like to date Valak.
Writing Time: 40 minutes.
Word Count: 🤷🏽♀️
Format: Headcannons.
A/N:
Thanks for requesting! I love writing for Valak, I’m so wet for him, please request more for him. Headcannons become nsfw after —///— ! Only read the beginning half of you’re only here for sfw content!
• Girl I think you might be crazy.
• Like dating a demon? You might be mad.
• You know girls who typically date older guys have daddy issues? Right, well this can’t just be daddy issues.
• Might be a different kind of issues too.
• Like your parents must of forced to go to Church and pray and all that religious bs for you to be like this now.
• Religious issues?
• Anyway, despite all my bullying, I’d say Valak is a great lover.
• Seriously, he takes you and everything you do or care about seriously.
• For example, you get hungry but are too lazy to cook so rather starve, Valak will go out of his way to bring you food.
• Yes, human food. Obviously he hates or doesn’t have any need to human food but he still cares about you and knows you need it.
• Or someone at work is giving you shit, they randomly go missing.
• What did you expect? Valak is a demon, of course he’s a yandere type lover.
• Well, not exactly yandere.
• Like I don’t think he’ll force you to obey him and shit.
• He kinda just likes to watch from behind the scenes.
• So if you decide to go out late, he won’t stop you but he will absolutely follow.
• You really really want this expensive whatever (clothes, shoes, toy) but can’t afford it?
• Valak is already spooking the shop owner to steal it and give to you.
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• Valak is the best lover in bed too, if you’re good with spooking shit.
• Which you should be, you’re dating a demon.
• He will absolutely tie you down and fuck the brains out of you with his gigantic humanoid cock.
• Yeah, his dick isn’t normal btw.
• Like far too big to be human.
• Also grey like the rest of him.
• He also like to just watch sometimes, give him a nice show and touch yourself and he will nearly cum just from watching you get yourself off.
• I’ll bet having his eyes on you whilst your doing something so filthy and private helps you get off too.
• Valak want to beg for his big dick but even if you do there is no guarantee he’ll give it to you.
• Valak has no shame.
• So yes he will make himself invisible and finger you in public.
• Will also eat you out in public too.
• You’re only hope is to run somewhere private and safe.
• Most of the time Valak will let you but sometimes he won’t.
• He’s can be a little shit sometimes.
• Easiest way to get him to do something for you is to suck him off.
• Even if you have no chance of taking all of him in your mouth, he still appreciates the effort.
• Or better yet, lay on your back in front of him, spread your legs, start touching yourself and beg for his cock.
• Again, no guarantee you’ll get it, but it will make him hard as a rock and probably jerk him dick off till his jizz is covering your face.
• Then he’ll be completely smitten for you.
#stitched#stitched talks#stitched writes#the conjuring#the conjuring 2#the nun#the nun ii#the nun 2#valak#valak x reader#valak smut#the nun x reader#the nun smut
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Where are the fucking valak x reader fics 😭😡
#valak#valak x reader#the conjuring#the nun#the nun 2#big demon dick#demon#ars goetia#demon x reader#the crooked man#marquee of snakes#biblical creatures
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Serpent Tongue: Valak x reader, Ed Warren x reader
Title: Serpent Tongue
Fandom: The Conjuring (particularly part two, and 'the devil made me do it').
Summary: Valak has his eyes set on a particular brand of torture for the Warrens, involving the protégé that is staying in their guestroom. As helpful as the protégé is to the family, this web of complications may just unhinge everything the Warrens have ever worked for. Temptations become more difficult to ignore, and Valak is not the only one to indulge.
Warnings: 18 +. dub-con, perhaps even non-con depending on interpretation. Sexually explicit content. Rough fucking. Reader is female. Cheating. Degredation. Oral (m receiving), penis in vagina sex. Open ending.
I had such a blast writing this, these little delightful snippits are truly how I enjoy exploring these concepts the most. Please do exercise caution while reading.
Ao3 link. And link to my masterlist.
Wordcount: 3780 words.
Divider by @/firefly-graphics.
I don’t remember how it started. Surely, it was gradual. A secret that grew unnoticed, like a missing hair pin, missing but not missed, nothing big by itself. In the shadows it lived and became more than just a shadow and it spoke to me.
A body pressed against mine at night, in the guest room of a house that should be cleansed of anything evil. A priest blessed it twice a week, and Ed and Lorraine swore it was safe. And if anything was there, she would sense it, and deal with it. Still, it was there, hidden from Lorraine’s gifts, and I sensed it grow stronger over time. The whispers grew louder, the shadows darkened, the touches grew firmer. The temptations… worsened.
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“What is your name?” I asked it one night. The weight next to me shifted, a grip on my wrist. It was too dark to really make anything out, yet a pair of yellow eyes stared into mine, just centimetres away. My wrist lifted, moved over my head.
“You smell of blood tonight,” was all I received in return. Even when it released my wrist, I wasn’t in control. It was dream-like. As if consequences didn’t exist. A nose nudged mine and my eyes fluttered shut. A long, thin finger slid down my belly, over my pubic hair, until it reached my folds.
“You’ll surely be disappointed to know I’m only menstruating, and not mortally wounded.”
A quiet laugh sounded. “Shh, I’ll relieve the pain for you.” And the finger curled against a spot that had me whimpering.
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During the day, at the library, I felt the presence weighing down each stack of books I moved. The medieval scripts were almost second nature. When I wrote down my name, I elongated the s just like they did. When returning home, my hands were dry from the frequent washing, to make sure the books wouldn’t degrade from the oils on our fingers. At home, it was my turn to cook. Lorraine had taken Judy out for a walk, it was such lovely weather, the tail-end of summer. Jackets left at home. I chopped the carrots with rhythmic precision, hoping to get done on time before Ed got home.
The front door opened and closed, shoes taken off, footsteps.
“In the kitchen,” I called, moving to the stove to stir the onions sizzling in the pan.
Two arms wrapped around my waist. His cologne.
“Hmm, smells good already. Is Lorraine out with Judy?” The vibrations of his voice carried through his chest and into my back. Ed brushed my braid over my shoulder, resting his chin on my crown.
“They’re on a walk,” I replied, trying to continue on cooking. It wasn’t new that he made me nervous, but his affections were changing. He squeezed me into him tightly, before letting go.
“Had a good day today?”
“I suppose. Same old, same old,” I peeked over my shoulder at him. He leant against the counter, arms crossed, looking at me but not at my eyes. “Lizette said that they have an interesting manuscript coming in next week, but there’s been some delays. We’ll see once it gets there, though, if it really has something to offer.”
Before either of us could say anything more, the front door clattered open and the two returned from their walk and the conversation turned to more cheerful things.
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That night, the eyes and whispers were back.
“Won’t you afford me one night of peace?” I sighed, finding my breath halted by its proximity.
“It fascinates me how you much you know about me and my kin, yet are so susceptible to temptation.” A hand on my throat, a the pad of a clawed thumb touched my lips.
I scoffed at its words.
“A non-believer, even after all you witnessed,” it continued. “You fascinate me in many ways.”
Suppressing a yawn – it must be after midnight by now – I asked: “How so?”
“I’d almost take it as flattery, how you spend all that time researching me. All those books you search for, that thirst for knowledge – yet I’m right here, always.”
“What is your name?” I tried again, as I did almost every night.
“Wouldn’t that make it easy for you, hmm? No. You enjoy the challenge, but don’t desire the power that comes with the knowledge of my name. You do it for them.”
To devote my life to the Warren’s cause, that was the condition on inhabiting the guest room. To take care of Judy when they were on a case. To do their research, to take care of the house, to be an extra pair of eyes and hands. But all I am is an extra weakness.
The demon huffed, heated breath fanning my face. “You’re no fun today. Tired?”
“Yes,” I replied sharply.
“Why don’t you think of me a little longer?” it murmured, and the heat of his lips connected to mine. The taste of ashes was still there when I woke up.
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Another day, a gloomy one. Autumn approached us. Lizette rapped her knuckles against the heavy oaken door of the small room I sat in. The Latin on the page made my head swim, but all I could think of were Lorraine (her glances around the room, to just behind me) and Ed (his health), who were out on a case. Somewhere two states away. It felt wrong to be so far from them, but life trudges on.
“The manuscript you wanted came in a few days ago. Something went wrong with the system, so I wasn’t notified. Would you like to see it now?” she said.
“Yeah, I’ll pick it up. Can’t focus today. Have you had a look at it yet?”
“Ah, a bit, yeah. Neat hand, and it was later edited by another scribe, which is always interesting. It has parts in Latin and in common.”
I stood up, closing the book I was reading in and coiling the string of weights into a spiral. “Not just another one with the 8th century date-rape drugs?”
She barked out a laugh. “Perhaps.”
The book was interesting, went in-depth about the rituals to summon demons. Some of the names I recognised from the Ars Goethia or from other manuscripts upon a first look through the thick pages. If the copy machine wasn’t still broken, I’d have made copies for at home.
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Once home, the routine continued. The sizzling of meat in the pan, green beans boiling in the pot next to it; Ed pressing a lingering kiss to my hairline when Lorraine turned her back. I sprinkled parsley from the backyard garden over the potatoes and we sat down to eat.
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Lorraine stopped me, in the morning. It was Saturday. Judy had climbed into bed with Ed and they had a lie in, but she had been too awake to go back to sleep and went down for coffee. Finding me in the kitchen, gold rimmed teacup in a trembling hand.
“Good morning,” we exchanged greetings. She seemed tired.
“Wouldn’t you like to sleep some more? Its only 7:30,” I said.
Lorraine shook her head with gentle smile, putting her cup of hot coffee down on the table as she sat down. “Let the two of them have their lay-in without me tossing and turning. How about you, what’s got you up this early?”
Couldn’t help but glance around, check the shadows, but likely he was listening. “The demon you had me research… It feels like I hit a roadblock. I’m sorry I can’t be of any use lately.”
She shifted in her seat, folding her hand over mine, warm with residual heat from the coffee cup. “Dear, why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling earlier? You mean so much to us, even when you’re just here, even if you don’t find anything worthwhile in your research.” She sighed softly, eyes warm, gave my hand a squeeze. “Judy loves having you here too, she said she likes how calm you are, that you don’t make her feel like a freak.”
We chuckled. “Thank you.”
A shadow behind Lorraine moved, but it was gone before I could focus on it. I hesitated. “There’s another thing, too. Have you noticed anything different lately?”
She sat up straight, retracted her hand. Even despite the care she showed others, she guarded herself well.
“What do you mean? If I’ve had any visions?”
I nodded.
She shifted again. “What kinds of visions?”
Avoiding her gaze, I instead focussed on the teacup in front of me. “Do you remember the painting Ed made? The one in-”
“In his office? Yeah.”
“That’s the demon you’re having me research, isn’t it? That’s what you want me to focus on. But the way he appears there is not his real form, so you didn’t tell me.”
She twirled her wedding ring around her finger. “Yes, it is. There is… history there. Finding out anything at all about him is valuable. The fact Ed dreamed about him is already worrying, and now that you’re asking if I’ve noticed anything different makes me believe you have seen him too.”
My voice dropped low, “Only his eyes.”
Her head cocked to the side, examining me, as if she looked right through me.
I shrugged. “And the usual, shadows, noises. Nothing much, but if I can sense it, I’m sure you’re bothered by it even more.”
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The night was darker than usual. Awoke to breathing by my ear. Attempting to wave it away and turn on my side was met with pinned hands – fingers interlaced - and a deep kiss to my lips. A forked tongue against mine. I panted as it let up, threw my head back to avoid another lengthy kiss.
“You’re quiet,” I taunted. “Anything the matter?” The venom seeped through my voice. Another punishing kiss. Its teeth cut my lip, copper mixing with the taste of fire. I inhaled sharply as it sucked my lip, darting that split tongue over it. When those yellow eyes bore into mine, I realised they were previously closed and it seemed like it was genuinely enjoying this.
“What is this for?” I hissed, angry at my previous thought.
Finally the demon spoke. “He wants you,” its voice gravelly, something ancient. “I can taste his need, and his guilt.”
Its words felt significant somehow, as if they betrayed something more of its nature.
“You want this to happen. You want him to-”
“Yes? Say it, doll.”
“To hurt Lorraine.”
“Intimately,” it agreed, and kissed me again. A tear leaked from the corner of my eye. His hooked nose rubbing against mine, breathing the same air. It was hot, unbearably hot, underneath the duvet.
“You won’t break her.”
“I’m almost disappointed,” he whispered, voice hoarse, “it seems you’ve given up so easily.”
An unseen force parted my thighs, the weight of him increased, as if he only now became fully corporeal. A knee finding the right pressure to grind against my vulva.
“Never,” I said, before arching up and biting his bottom lip.
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Lorraine visited family with Judy, but Ed remained home. He needed the rest, for his health. I flipped through the scans of the manuscript I made. The radio played something soft, something acoustic. Ed looked up from his book to where I sat by the window, his forehead creasing as I caught his gaze.
“Anything interesting in those pages? Come, let me see.” He motioned me over, and I stood up. The alternative would be worse, but the dread in my stomach mixed well into something resembling arousal. Before I could reach the couch next to the chair he sat in, he pulled me down to sit onto his knee, in between his legs. This was fine, this was just- just a thing any fatherly figure would do. Right?
His easy-going smile, the one that won Lorraine over, and his bright blue eyes were for me then. I bit my lip and spread some of the more interesting pages out over his other leg, putting the rest of the stack on the coffee table.
“There are inconsistencies between the original text and the later edits, but it’s difficult to discern. I’m guessing there’s at least a century between the edits, but some seem to be made much later if I look at the script.”
He looked over the passages I pointed too. “The editor was messy.” His hand, big, warm, rested at the small of my back. Even that contact sparked a flurry of butterflies to erupt.
“Messy, but experienced. Even when taking the rhetoric of the time into account, he details several attempts he made, and of why he thinks the experiments didn’t work.”
“Hmm, interesting,” he said, before shifting in the chair, sitting up straighter. The paper forgotten, flittering somewhere to the floor. His other hand on my knee.
My mouth opening as if to say something, which he caught, his expression turning sly. Hand from knee up to shoulder, to cheek, to the back of my neck. I braced myself against the back of the chair as he tipped my balance over, enough to fall into him, weight crashing into his broad chest.
A messy kiss, teeth clashed from the surprise of tumbling. I braced my forearms against the back of the chair, chests pressed together. A forceful hand tipping my face to deepen the kiss. He tasted of coffee, warm, human. With a start I realised I hadn’t kissed another human being in over a year. Ed pulled back, resting his forehead against mine.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”
“Fuck,” I mumbled.
He chuckled. “You’re more than this good girl façade you show us, ain’t you?” Nipped my lip. “Well, show me.”
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Showering that evening, alone. The water rushed over my face, I squeezed my wet hair and scrubbed my scalp. The lights flickered briefly and I felt it close in on me.
“Your guilt tastes different from his,” it spoke, disembodied. Lights went dim, I pushed open the shower curtain, saw the switch flip off.
“Quit messing around,” I protested, almost believing I deserved the torture for what I did. Expecting it to taunt me so more, then leave, I continued showering.
From the shadows formed a shape, something that sucked all light into it, something impossible to focus on. The eyes were brighter than ever, and it stepped behind the shower curtain, into the small space of the bath with me.
“You taste… sweet.” Clawed hands reached out to me, spun me around, my back to its chest. “Sweet and sticky, like honey. Can you see how my hands are coated in it?” A dreamy sigh, hands kneading my hips. Trying my damnest to ignore him, I rinsed all shampoo from my hair, then reached for the body wash. It was the one Lorraine used, vanilla and magnolia blossom scented.
“That’s just the soap,” I replied stubbornly, tone bitter. “You’re showing off, I take it you’ve been eating well?”
The creature was so tall it enveloped me, bending over to kiss and lap its forked tongue at my wet skin as I soaped myself. “He was the meal, you’re the dessert. Now I’m wishing I hadn’t had so much of him, so I could enjoy you more.”
Its groping hands made cleaning myself frustrating; they were quick to return each time I pushed them off. When I elbowed him, that was when the jig was up. A low growl, inhuman, dangerous, and instead of a tongue, now it was teeth and claw. A pull at my hair, making me look up into its demonic face as it hung above me, and punished me with a kiss that made my lips bleed. In panic, I turned the nob, the water briefly scalding hot before I managed to turn it off. Heaving, pressed my hand to my bleeding lips, and the demon had vanished.
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Both of them grew bolder. For Ed, there was only one boundary: not in the their bed. Anywhere else, though, was fair game.
The Sunday chores; laundry day. I was at the ironing board, positioned one of his button ups, before pressing the hot iron into each crevice. His big hands over the sensitive spot where the demon clawed at my hips the night before, so I brought one of them up to my breast. He took to it greedily, kissing my ear and neck.
“Look at you, bein’ all good for me. I’m glad I’m the only one who can see this side of you,” he said, hot by my ear, before suddenly stopping and turning me around.
“Honey, what are those? Are those bitemarks?” he asked, voice alarmed, rubbing the spot at the crook of my neck. “What could have done this?”
I shrugged, avoiding his eyes. “It’s nothing.” Unconvincing. Terrible performance. I sighed, daring one look at his worried face. “Ed, do you remember the demon that you painted?”
“It was a demon? Oh, little one,” his voice lowered. “I knew there was more to you,” a growl, eyes burning with something animalistic. The shift felt unnatural. “Has it tasted you like I taste you now?”
I whimpered into his mouth as his hand constricted around my throat. Hand digging into the raw skin where he first spotted the marks, he pushed me down on my knees.
“You witch, I can’t believe we’ve let a temptress stay in our home.” The edge to his voice was dangerous, cruel. It crushed my heart, although it was foolish of me to hope he really did care for me.
“Ed, please,” I tried, but was met with the unbuckling of his belt.
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The demon was delighted that night. It rubbed the bruises from Ed’s hands on my hips, right by its own claw marks. The yellow surrounded by darkness, the lifting of the duvet to make space for its body. Its new, corporeal body.
“Doesn’t it feel good to be desired? Wasn’t that what you wanted, to be needed so deeply?”
I gasped against its cheek as it pressed down on a bruise.
“You liked him right from the beginning, and now you’re getting to know the real him. The side of him he can’t show to that lovely wife.”
“You’re cruel,” I bit out, exhausted from the day, “and unfair. This isn’t the real Ed.”
The demon laughed. “I can see into his soul. He wanted you for so long… You, on your knees. Getting to call you all sorts of filthy names, my sweet witch, the one to aid my will. You may as well give me more now, he already thinks you’re mine.”
Hair brushed from my face, forked tongue dancing over closed lips. So tired that I opened up and let him indulge.
He hummed. “Delicious. Why don’t you go to sleep, doll? Let me help you to sleep. It’s only fair I reward you for doing so well.”
And he did, making my head swim, stealing my breath with kisses, rocking its cock in and out, slow, deep, making my toes curl even when half-asleep.
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Quickies were Ed’s favourite. Any opening to shove himself into me was taken with glee. Somehow he was exactly the same as he always was, when we weren’t alone. A wink during dinner sometimes, or an extra hand on my back. If Lorraine noticed, she didn’t let it show. There was barely anything to notice, Ed was the perfect husband.
But with me, he was unbelievably different.
“Say you want it, whore,” he bit out between clenched teeth from behind me. The vase on the kitchen table wobbled with each thrust. Roses Ed gave to Lorraine after their anniversary last week.
I gripped the table for some semblance of support and did as he demanded. “Fuck me, please, I need you to take me.”
His gruff voice by my ear. “You feel so good, you succubus bitch. Don’t even have the dignity to feel guilty for tempting a man of god.”
I couldn’t help pushing myself up and turning my upper body toward him. “Ha, you’re weak of flesh, then.”
A smack to my ass, stinging even as his hand returned to the back of my neck. “Open your mouth,” his barely restrained anger distorting his voice, each thrust drove against the mouth of my womb, painful but so good. My eyes wide, trying to control my spasms each time he pounded my insides, I opened up.
With just a movement of his lips as warning, he spit in my mouth. The act of it was obscene, but I moaned before realising it, eyes unfocussed.
Each time he worked me over, I saw stars, and when my mind refocused, the normal, adoring Ed returned. He held me after, on the couch, legs slung over his, petting my head.
“It will be alright, don’t you worry, my little one,” he whispered softly as his steady movements brought me down from whatever high I was on.
“I’m still worried,” I said.
“No need, love.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. He was warm. His fingers smelled of newspaper ink, I kissed each of them. “We’re a strong team, and I’m so grateful you came to us.”
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The demon showed a tenderness that Ed didn’t seem capable of when we were intimate.
“You’ve ruined my life,” I told the yellow eyes, before turning on my side, trying to sleep. Trying to refuse him with the little means I had against a demon.
“I’ve given you everything you wanted. I fulfil your every desire, and even now,” a clawed hand opened my legs, the shadow above me kissed its way down my neck, “after such mean words, I’ll satisfy you some more.”
“It’s only a matter of time before Lorraine finds out. Or I’ll tell her. And then I’ll be thrown out and you’ll lose your plaything.”
He laughed, the sound vibrating through the hollow in my lungs. Mouth went down, spending extra time on each nipple, forked tongue flicking the sensitive nub, before licking down my stomach. “It’s amusing you think I’d let you go so easily. You’ll be by my side, as I sit on my throne in hell. I’ll have you then too, for the rest of eternity.”
I scoffed, before the words seeped in fully, then stopped. His tongue lapped at my heat, his hands keeping my hips steady.
“You’re too perfect like this.”
.
When Lorraine found out, it was somehow worse than I imagined. ‘It was the demon that corrupted us,’ said Ed, ‘I never wanted to. She looked just like you to me.’
And she believed him.
#ed warren x reader#valak x reader#ed warren#lorraine warren#demon x reader#the conjuring#the conjuring 2#the nun#valak#slasher fandom#conjuring fanfic#slasher community#ed warren x lorraine warren#not real person fiction; this is based on the movies alone
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i need more valak x reader fics right now- IM DYING
#valak#valak x reader#the nun#the nun 2#the nun x reader#the conjuring#the conjuring 2#please please please#i need them#bonnie aarons#mother istg#demon dick fr#daddy and mommy at the same time
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「 Valak x Oc Art!」
Alr so here a Valak x oc drawing!!, her name is Elysia and i changed her appearance to look more normal to fit in the conjuring universe or other universes that is supposed to be in real world.
And Tbh i think this art is a bit of cringe..?? but i still spend really long time drawing it, so instead of wasting my time of drawing this i decided to share it with y'all! :)
#valak the nun#valak#the conjuring universe#the nun#the nun 2#the conjuring 2#horror movies#valak x reader#artwork#my art#digital art#illustration#drawing#art#snake's art#the hodgson family
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Where can I find some smut stories with a Frenchie? 😭
I need him so bad 🙈
#the nun#the nun 2#frenchie#maurice theriault#valak#father burke#sister irene#jonas bloquet#taissa farmiga#the conjuring#smut#frenchie x reader#vera farmiga#smut stories
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ᴛʜᴀᴛs ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Summry: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚜𝚘𝚗's 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 to 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚈/𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢/𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕....
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟷.𝟿𝚔
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"Whats your name?!?" Lorraine shouted into what seemed like the void. Harsh rain hits her body what feels like a million miles a minute. Dark eye bags engulf her face do to a lack of sleep. A vein popped on her forehead, trying to find any clues about 𝐇𝐢𝐦. Her mind racing with thoughts and feelings swept into the hectic storm.
Her husband, Ed wasn't in best shape either. Had the same dark eye bags and thoughts running though his head. He got draged into the basement of the house by a strong force and was still laying somewhat conscious with scraches and bruises. He was trying to find the family's 2 youngest child Janet that has been in demonic possession by this entirety. Janet got dragged to her sister and her bedroom by the demonic entirety.That was the last time Ed and Lorraine saw her. Ed wasn't the only one to think of the worst at the moment.
A door behind Ed starts opening slowly and tension filled the room. Ed got a a deer in headlights look. He slowly turned his head looking over his shoulder to what looks like the empty doorway opening. Wasting no time Ed turns the rest of his body over swiftly with a cross tightly in hand and pointed it at the door
" You have no power here demon!!, God is with us and always will b—"
"I thought you were over the whole "heroic speech" faze?"
Ed freezes, but then gives a light smile shaking his head at a oh so familiar women in the doorway
" What?, miss me or something? You and Lorraine did call me right?" Y/n said raising an eyebrow.
！！sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ！！
Ed and y/n shot there heads up towards the ceiling
" Janet.." Ed whispered yelled at the ceiling. Y/n looked around and saw a staircase that headed up stairs. Y/n looks back down at Ed
" I got this one Eds " Y/n declared, Ed's face went pale. Ed finally got up from the ground, looking at the girl like she was crazy
" Now wait a sec Y/-!"
Y/n bolted up the stairs with a cross in hand before Ed finished his sentence. Y/n opened the door and ran to what looks like the living room. Y/n stopped and looking for any sign of where Janet could be. In the corner of her eye she sees a little girl shadow being walking towards towards a bedroom slowly. Y/n ran up stairs and start to pound on the door
" JANET! Open the door! " Y/n said shouted pounding on the door. Y/n put her hands on the door knob vigorously trying to open it.It was like someone was holding the door shut from the other side. Y/n needs to get in there now, it life or death for that little girl. She then took a deep breath and stepped back. She left her leg up and with all her strength try to kicked the door down. It was a Success!. The door burst opened from the impacted so much so she could fit to get in. What was going on in that room it was not what she was expecting.
The walls were run down. What once was dark brown was now had scratch marks with a tan/white/gray washed color. The walls were scattered with crosses nailed to the walls. It doesn't seem to have much power over the entity cause all the crosses were now place upside down.... Every single one of them. Two beds were fliped in different directions and there were cloths scatter across the room. The room looked still almost like time was going slow. Y/n was still not cause of the room no, but what she sees: There she is. Janet. Standing at infront of the window with the curtians ripped off the hinges to the floor. Janet was Still......
A black shadow emerges from a wall to the right corner closer to Janet. 𝐇𝐞 appeard. You coverd your mouth in shock with eyes so big they could pop out of your head.
It was 𝐇𝐢𝐦. How is he here, Did 𝐇𝐞 find someone eles to attach on after the 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 happened. The bedroom widows then got pushed out harshly, cracking the glass in the in the process. 𝐇𝐞 slowly made his finger into a point position towards the widow. Janet started walking aimlessly. Without second thought Y/n started to run to Janet. 𝐇𝐞 sharply moved his hand backwards without looking away from janet. Y/n was thrown in the air pinned against wall. Her breath got quicker. But that wasn't going to stop her from saving Janet
" VALAK!! " Y/n shouted to get the demon's attention away from Janet. It absolutely worked. 𝐇𝐞 sharply turned 𝐡𝐢𝐬 head almost 180* in her direction. 𝐇𝐞 had a suprise look in 𝐡𝐢𝐬 eyes for a split second. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 hold on Janet lifted for a brief moment but as quickly as it came it tightened up again. You got 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 started to stride slowly up to you. Janet still in 𝐡𝐢𝐬 hold. Your breath quick in as 𝐡𝐞 was getting closer. Still pinned to the wall you stated to stuggle even harder to get out of 𝐢𝐭𝐬 grip.
A finger hooked under your chin and harshly pushed it up only for your eyes to meet 𝐡𝐢𝐬. Those familiar golden eyes stare at what feels like your soul as 𝐡𝐢𝐬 grip on your face increased.
" ..ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ʏ/ɴ.. " 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 said low, growly voice still staring into your eyes with mischief swirling around in them
" ....ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɴᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ, ᴍɪss ᴍᴇ?...."
" Am I supposed to answer that question honestly or??? " Y/n said trying to lighten up her mood but was quickly shut down by 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 gave her a threatening look. Silence filled the room. Uncomfortably. Y/n composed her self then took a sigh
" What's your purpose here Demon?, why are you taking over Janet? She has done nothing! Demon— " ...ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss ᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍe ʏ/ɴ......"
Y/n felt chills ran up her spine as she hears 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 talking to her demandingly and quickly to correct her. Y/n new right now she's playing with fire.
" Fine then answer me this 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 "
" ...ɪᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴀʀs my little viper...."
Y/n Sighed annoyingly at the nickname
" why a family? Do you go from haunting churches, now destroying a family? what's in it for you? "
" ....ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ.... ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇᴀɴ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏ ɪɴᴏᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴛᴏ dark Magic ..."
" let Janet go 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 " Y/n said finally getting out of his hold, and running towards Janet, kneeling in front of her only to see her eyes were a pale blue, almost as if she has no pupils. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 started to grin crazily
" ...ɪᴛs ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ 5 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ... " Y/n stared hopelessly at Janet, not knowing how to help her.
Lorraine ran into the room suddenly looking at the scene, but then acted quick And started to shout 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 at him. Which was defeting him. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 looked at everyone in the room coldly as he was getting pulled back in hell. his flesh tearing off his body as he was getting sucked back into a portal as his True Form came out. He looked at Y/n his last moments
" ....ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ again.... ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ..." just like that 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞.
Janet went back to her normal self instantly and started to run out of the house to find her family. Edd ran into room not long after. Hugging his wife. Both of the warrens pulled away and looked at Y/n and saw that she was looking at the spot where 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 had left, Which left a burn mark on the wall.
The warrens start walking up to her pulling her out of her thoughts. Lorraine helped Y/n up and gave her a big hug. Y/n hugged back tighter. They both pulled away from each other seconds after. The warrens looked at her worried
" How did you know 𝐡𝐢𝐬 name before??" Lorraine said breaking the silence abruptly. Y/n eyes go wide, how dose she know. Was she outside the door?, have a vision about it.
They both waited patiently for her answer
" ᴛʜᴀᴛs ʜɪs ɴᴀᴍᴇ.."
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#x reader#foryou#valak#the conjuring#slashers#boyfriend scenario#the warrens#memes#slasher x you#slasher drabble#stranger things#t
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On My Knees Begging
Begging y’all to write fanfic about Frenchie. Don’t make me do it😭😭
#Frenchie the nun#maurice theriault#the nun#the nun 2#the nun x reader#Valak you dirty bitch#Let my white boy GO#legit foaming at the mouth
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Dating Valak Would Include…
Pairing: Valak x Fem! Reader.
Warnings: Valak is a warning himself, SFW & NSFW, Headcannons become nsfw after —///—, Fingering, Oral sex (male and female receiving), Public sex, Demon sex, Teratophilia? (Monster fucking), Implied murder, I kinda bully the reader in the beginning for dating a demon even though I'm desperate to.
Summary: What it would be like to date Valak.
Writing Time: 40 minutes.
Word Count: 614.
Format: Headcannons.
A/N:
From my old Tumblr again.
Thanks for requesting! I love writing for Valak, I'm so wet for him, please request more for him. Headcannons become nsfw after —///— ! Only read the beginning half of you're only here for sfw content!
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• Girl I think you might be crazy.
• Like dating a demon? You might be mad.
• You know girls who typically date older guys have daddy issues? Right, well this can't just be daddy issues.
• Might be a different kind of issues too.
• Like your parents must of forced to go to Church and pray and all that religious bs for you to be like this now.
• Religious issues?
• Anyway, despite all my bullying, I'd say Valak is a great lover.
• Seriously, he takes you and everything you do or care about seriously.
• For example, you get hungry but are too lazy to cook so rather starve, Valak will go out of his way to bring you food.
• Yes, human food. Obviously he hates it or doesn't have any need to human food but he still cares about you and knows you need it.
• Or someone at work is giving you shit, they randomly go missing.
• What did you expect? Valak is a demon, of course he's a yandere type lover.
• Well, not exactly yandere.
• Like I don't think he'll force you to obey him and shit.
• He kinda just likes to watch from behind the scenes.
• So if you decide to go out late, he won't stop you but he will absolutely follow.
• You really really want this expensive whatever (clothes, shoes, toy) but can't afford it?
• Valak is already spooking the shop owner to steal it and give to you.
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• Valak is the best lover in bed too, if you're good with spooking shit.
• Which you should be, you're dating a demon.
• He will absolutely tie you down and fuck the brains out of you with his gigantic humanoid cock.
• Yeah, his dick isn't normal btw.
• Like far too big to be human.
• Also grey like the rest of him.
• He also likes to just watch sometimes, give him a nice show and touch yourself and he will nearly cum just from watching you get yourself off.
• I'll bet having his eyes on you whilst your doing something so filthy and private helps you get off too.
• Valak want to beg for his big dick but even if you do there is no guarantee he'll give it to you.
• Valak has no shame.
• So yes he will make himself invisible and finger you in public.
• Will also eat you out in public too.
• You're only hope is to run somewhere private and safe.
• Most of the time Valak will let you but sometimes he won't.
• He's can be a little shit sometimes.
• Easiest way to get him to do something for you is to suck him off.
• Even if you have no chance of taking all of him in your mouth, he still appreciates the effort.
• Or better yet, lay on your back in front of him, spread your legs, start touching yourself and beg for his cock.
• Again, no guarantee you'll get it, but it will make him hard as a rock and probably jerk him dick off till his jizz is covering your face.
• Then he'll be completely smitten for you.
#stitched#stitched talks#stitched mouth#stitched writes#valak smut#valak the nun#valak x reader#valak#the nun x reader#the nun ii#the nun smut#the nun#the nun ii x reader
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The Nun ( Valak ) x Reader
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Masc! Valak x Fem! Reader
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Content Warning : NSFW
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Content Rating : 18+
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Muffled moans and the sound of skin hitting skin vibrates inside the church. God’s eyes had turned from the scene happening just in front of the holy cross. A nun, face pressed into the cold tiles of the holy room, with her ass bare and red covered in hand prints and claw marks.
Oh, {y/n}…how did you get yourself into this particularly messy arrangement. A big body, hot to the touch was slung over your form, growling and making inhuman noises as it ruts into your tight cunt. It’s cock, much too big to fully fit inside of you as it bulges against your stomach, almost tearing you apart in the process.
You moan softly, holding your rosary tight to your chest as your mind swirled and your vision hazed. “Damnit, Valak~…please…” You whine out softly, feeling a pressure build inside of you as the demons hands grasped onto your stomach to push you further down against his cock, causing you to cry out, tears running down your cheeks from the stretch.
His hands trailed up to claw and knead at your swollen nipples, eliciting a painfully pathetic moan from you. You could feel the way he chuckled judging your every moan and every shake as he slowly pushed you to the deepest reaches of sin. His hips stopped jutting, listening to you pant and whine for him to continue.
He held you up and flipped you around, cock still pulsing inside your cunt. Laying you back down on the tile, he uses a claw to force your head up to the cross hanging just above you. Your eyes meet the wooden symbol, a blush deep across your cheeks as a sense of guilt settles into your stomach. His sharp claw held against your jugular as he began to thrust his hips, growling down at you. “Go on, moan for him. Let him know who’s fucking his precious disciple under his watchful gaze. Who’s cock is tearing apart his innocent virgins tight little pussy.”
Valak smiled up at the cross, holding your legs open as you moan loudly, a sensitive sensation moving through your body. He continues to push himself in and out, in and out as he feels your walls start to tightly clasp around him. “I will not let you cum until he knows who your faith belongs to.” He takes ahold of the bottom of your outfit, tearing it up leaving you only in your headdress, your tits bounce with each thrust as you moan louder. “Fuck, Valak! Please!” You yell loudly as his thrust speed up, you cant help but stare at the cross as he fucks you into submission.
Slowly your cunt tightens, earning a moan from the demon pumping himself inside of you. As he pushes down on your lower stomach, you feel a warm sensation pulse through you. Moaning, almost screaming loudly as you cum around his cock, he chuckles and pushes faster. His cock pushing against your clit in an overstimulating action as he pulls you up, fucking into you like a doll.
He groans loudly and bites down on your shoulder, causing a cry from you as his cum fills deep inside of your womb. Coating the walls of your cunt as it spurts out, dripping down his cock and onto the ruined mosaic tiles of the chapel floor.
#gredoll#valak#valak x reader#the nun x reader#the nun#the nun 2#the conjuring#the conjuring 2#slashers#slashers x reader
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(A/n: Your wish is my command 😊. sorry for the long wait This kept deleting on its own.)
Words: 1.7k
So different but eerily so similar
Warning: some blood and violence
Running
That is all what seems to happen often these days, well mostly today and even a couple days before that.
Why were you running? people may ask. Well.... How are you supposed to explain to people that currently you, your friend sister Irene, and father Burke are currently running away and trying to defeat a 7 foot tall demonic nun that was in the first place called from the monastery itself calling uponit?
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That's what I thought
The air was cold but heavy. it was to the point that anywhere in the monastery seemed to suffocate you which to be honest, it probably is. But all of this didn't stop sister Irene, father Burke, nor me from giving up so easily. To be honest when sister Irene was comfortable enough with me and told me about her sightings with this demonic nun I couldn't help but be curious about the creature, since I have never heard of such a thing, but.... I felt a feeling of familiarity with the title "demonic nun". Ever since was little my family was always so skittish nuns or anything that included religious which always puzzled me but I didn’t speak much of it.
When I told my family that I was to become a nun I can definitely tell the air around them intensified. It's like they know something I don't...... I seem to be the only person who doesn't know....
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me as the wind was whipping past me. I somehow end up outside the monastery in the cemetery, alone. I started to slow down as l've actually never been in this part of the monastery from the outside.
My thoughts were running with how I could help defeat this demonic entity as the overwhelming of the situation as well as the seriousness, on what could happen, or the situations that will come more with it could make anyone pull there hair out. I was now just walking the cobblestone path as I looked around the cemetery taking in the surroundings. I saw that there was a rundown fountain in the middle of the cemetery.
It wasn't too big, nor small as it stood straight and tall. If you looked close enough, you could see verv intricate details that you couldn't see if you w farther away, As there was of course some baby angels on it. angel statues on it. I walk over to it. I saw the water was green and cloudy to to the point we're you couldn't see the bottom of the fountain floor which indicated that it hasn't been running for a while. I decide to take a seat at the fountain flat edge as I was trying to think of my next move to make.
I was deep in thought when suddenly I heard a noise of low splashing coming from the fountain water behind me. This made my heart beat go fast as I felt once again like I was being suffocated.
I slowly turn my head as I looked back down at the water. There was nothing. I then turn my upper body as I now put both of my hands on the cement edge of the fountain, leaning over to look even closer at the water to see if anything could be in there. I felt the air electrified as l did this even though I was outside in the open. My nerves started to get to me as my breath quickened. I leaned even closer to the water. The silence was becoming unbearable.
In the cloudy green water I saw a small black shadow that was slowly coming to the surface. The object got closer and closer to the surface as my heart was racing faster.
As the small black object fully came up to the surface........was only a frog. As I see this and let out a sigh in relief as i thought it was something else entirely. I backed my face away from the water being glad how the outcome came as I sat up right again. But..... immediately a very large pitch black arm reached out from the fountain water The arm tactically grabbed the ends of my hair that was close to the water and harshly pulled me in the water. I let out a scream from this but it wasn't heard from me being dragged in the fountain water so quickly.
My heart was now jumping out of my chest as fear consumed me whole at this point. I start to struggle, thrashing around like a fish out of water. The grip that was on my hair tightened more and pulled even harsher. With every breath of air that I could get. I was now fully submerged in the water. Holdings my breath as I continue to thrash, all I could hear now is the Luke warm water moving from my thrashing and my heartbeat in my ears. I opened my eyes at some point as I saw clear from the green and cloudy water was just two inhuman like still beady yellow eyes staring right back at me.
My eyes and the yellow ones never flatter from each other as l knew...... this was the demon. But what caught my attention was the look of familiarity on both of our parts when looking at each this long enough. At that split second I was then harshly thrown out of the water to a cobblestone wall of the monastery. I gasped for air as I finally was out of water and start coughing from being underwater for that much time. I groaned lowly from the throw like I was some rag doll.
I touched the spot on my head softly where its was pulling my hair, there was definitely a big that will be left there. I touched the spot on my head softly where its hand was pulling my hair, there was definitely a big bruise that will be left there. I realized just then that my nun veil was gone as my hair and face was more exposed in the opened. It was all wet from the water like the rest of my nun gown
I slowly got up in a daze as l gather my thoughts on what just happened only mere seconds ago. I looked around and saw I was actually back into the monastery but specifically in the basement. I quickly stood up, though which I almost fell back down but I kept my control and balance. I looked at the new scenery that this thing took me to. My eyes widened as I looked at one specific corner wall of the room. I couldn't believe my eyes what l was seeing, my eyes was filled with fright.
father Burke and sister Irene who was both was sitting on the cobblestone floor and leaning there upper bodies back on the cobblestone wall propped up. There bodies was stained with blood making it looking more gruesome. I also notice that the blood of Jesus that we planed to use which it would work like the first time we used it , its bottle was shattered but… The blood was gone.
I felt like I was going to throw up and cry in the time instantly at the sight. They both were alive minutes ago, but now there dead. I start to slowly step back as I had a hand over mouth when I continue to look at the scene. I walk back 3 steps until my back suddenly hit against something. I froze immediately in fear that I couldn't hide anymore of. It has won and knows it. the powerful demonic presence was more presents than ever in here as instead of feeling cold, it started to feel hot.
I slowly turn around slowly as the tension in the air once again intensified as I was now fully turned around and cranked my neck to look up. It was the demon again....just staying down at me, almost piercing through my soul. I started to shut my eyes tightly as I didn't wanna see what it was gonna do to me next.
But, surprisingly, and unbelievably they weren't doing anything other then just looking at me. My eyes were still close as I preparing myself for any minute now that it would kill me in the same way it did to father Burke and sister Irene.
Nothing was happing though other than the intense stare down from it, the powerful presence was getting overwhelming. It did something shocking as it spoke for the first time and it seemed like it ha talked to any humans in a LONG while. The sly evil smirk permanently look in place on its face
" So we meet again...Agnes..... My little viper....”
Their voice was truly deep. So deep that it almost felt like the floor shook and sounded like an echo of different kinds of voices in the background of its own voice.
My eyes slowly opened as I looked up at them. I was filled with all different sorts of emotions but there were three that was more going on in me then most.
Fear, confusion, and disbelief at this situation. That wasn't my name, that's my...... great, great grandmother. My family talked about her once in a while but never got into detail about her like my other ancestors. I push pass my nerves as i replied, not taking my eyes away from its own
“....My names not Agnes It's Y/n.... How do you know m—“
I said shakingly as it spoke again immediately after what I said, cutting me off in the process but this time in a more malicious then the last
“I know that. I know a lot of things Y/n, ALC your her descendant and rightfully so...... I will drag you down the same rabbit hole like I did to HER all those years ago...... My little viper in training..."
#dead evil rise deadite x reader#everyone#fypage#lucifer morningstar x reader#slashers x reader#the nun#valak x reader#valak smut#valak the nun#valak#the conjuring#the warrens#x reader#x y/n#y/n#alastor#tumblr fyp#demonology
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Please talk to us about the way Valak love to catch people by their throat and choke them😏 and if he do it on reader too 🤭
Valak Choking His S/O
Pairing: Valak x GN! Reader.
Warnings: Valak is a warning himself, Light NSFW, Choking, Making out, Mention of sex, Established relationship.
Summary: Valak absolutely chokes his lover.
Writing Time: 10 minutes.
Word Count: 🤷🏽♀️
Format: Headcannons.
A/N:
Love writing for Valak! Please send more Valak asks!
Sorry for how long this took. I’ve been busy looking for a place to live (Stitched is currently homeless 🙃)
• Valak loves to scare the shit out of people.
• He definitely gets a kick out of it and making people scream in fear.
• And no, as his significant other you are not exempt from this.
• Obviously Valak doesn’t want to totally scare you away so he might be a little kinder to you than others.
• But you’ll definitely be spooked on purpose quite often.
• He’ll show up out of nowhere behind you and grab you by the throat when you turn around.
• If you scream or look at him with fear, Valak would have achieved what he accomplished.
• He likes to do this often but will try to come up with new things just so you don’t get used to it or try his best to stay unpredictable.
• When Valak chokes you, he will squeeze your pretty little neck gently and smile at you with that demonic face of his.
• Since it’s you, Valak won’t disappear immediately after or kill you like he usually does to his victims in this position.
• Instead he will lean down to your face very slowly and shove his long black tongue in your mouth, carefully outlining your lips first.
• And makeout with you right then and there.
• The look of shock or fear in your eyes absolutely arouses him.
• And it always goes to sex from there.
• Doesn’t really matter where you are, if Valak wants you, he’s going to have you.
• He will continue to choke you whilst making out with you.
• Maybe he’ll continue squeezing till your about to go limp or faint.
• But surely you’ve learned by now just to give in to him so you don’t pass out.
• It will hurt less if you do so and he’ll might even reward you.
#stitched#stitched talks#stitched writes#valak x reader#valak#the nun#the nun ii#the conjuring#the conjuring 2#valak smut#the nun smut
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