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[alessabriel]

circles in heaven and circles in hell

Cw. Past Lucifer Morningstar x ReaderFem!, blood, inaccurate representations of heaven and hell from Hazbin Hotel, typical canon violence, Alastor is aroace (but he won't totally fit everyone's representation of him) but he is married, Alastor is if it's a warning, ReaderFem Angel superior and a fallen angel after she became sovereign, use of "Lettore" which is Reader (only in Italian because it looks cute)

🪽You were an angel created in the image and likeness of the first woman Lillth but, the divine correction you heard among the elder seraphim, and although you were created in the image and likeness of the first woman you were not placed in the hands of man, of humanity but maintained close to God fulfilling a duty of caring for souls to reach heaven on earth directly, it was an exhausting duty but it made you close to humans, seeing them up close, they were strangely fascinating as well as terrifying. Their creations were magnificent, advances for their survival and then their comfort, they were interesting beings, you loved humans in their ambivalent existence and God loved you for it, you knew how to see the bad and the good, the bad was punished even if it hurt but you didn't. you opposed it. You obeyed and complied, until Lucifer entered your soul, you loved the creations he gave to humanity. You an improved creation of Lilith and the image and likeness of God: Lucifer were divine beings seen as the joy of heaven and the meaning that order and peace went hand in hand, they became friends, confidants and although sometimes they did not You understood, you came to love him, managing to see the good that he brought, but you saw how everyone turned their backs on him, throwing him into hell, which he himself created, calling him a troublemaker. And you loved him to the point of falling with him, of taking off that blindfold that covered your eyes with a soft comfort for you given by the hands of God, of staying by his side when he was sinking.

🪽You had never doubted God's efforts and order, but when you saw that, when you saw the enormous punishment given to Lucifer, doubts began to assail you. Did God love everyone as he said? You began to notice that his love was governed by usefulness, by prompt action, and it was frankly painful because you lived for years comfortably in that scheme, being useful and therefore being loved.

🪽Then you made the worst mistake in the eyes of all of heaven, making Lucifer's gift prosper in humanity and in the souls to come, who would decide and have the freedom to believe or not believe, for which you were thrown into hell by the same hands of who was your father, who created you as the correction of all the evil that resulted in Lilith.

🪽They never called you a mistake, but you thought you saw a slight pain in the eyes of the one who believed you, but you accepted the pain, and the punishment that it all meant, because even if they gave you the opportunity to recognize your mistakes and repent, you would not find anything in yourself to repent For this reason, from among the clouds of heaven you descended, falling into hell, which to your surprise was nothing more than seven rings of sins resulting from the creations of Lucifer, which among all things was the result of each human being being able to make their decisions and not. They dressed so badly, yes they made mistakes and so on, but inside everything they decided themselves knowing the result and lived comfortable lives according to their decisions.

🪽If no one called you a mistake it would be because you would make the worst mistake; feeling love towards Lucifer when his sad heart belonged to another, you believed you could heal and heal the wounds left by Lilith, caring for her and loving him, understanding him, helping him with the hell in chaos that Lilith left behind with a little girl who cried at the carelessness of his two parents.

🪽Everything was a mistake except taking care of Charlie Morningstar, a little sun created in hell and who was charming, her smiles were the right balm on the wounds you never allowed to heal. Charlie was the only success.

🪽The second worst mistake was believing that Lucifer loved you on those nights where he professed his love in desperate prayers, seeking comfort in need. And perhaps whoever believed you was right, love dictated in desperation may contain truth but where is the line drawn between truth and what is said to obtain relief?

🪽Were you stupid? In fact, were you close to falling into that self-destructive pit with him? Unfortunately yes, but you managed to leave with bleeding fingers and the dull pain in your chest caused by the cruel rejection of Lucifer encouraged by Lillth in his moment of glorious return, which you accepted with pain. It was a scar that no longer itched, a mark forgotten long ago when the physical pain was completely overshadowed by the person you believed loved you, because he swore so and whispered it in your ear at night. But, as soon as she returned from the past to continue what she left behind as if it were a book left in the middle, you understood better. Unfortunately you understood it perfectly; you were just a distraction, a mere game until she will return, until Lilith will get tired of being in heaven and will go down back to hell recovering everything she left behind; her husband Lucifer and daughter Charlie (you didn't know it but she was happy to see Lillth but that place as a mother was occupied by the one who accompanied her every night of nightmares, who wiped her tears and motivated her to never give up until she had tried, to be who he was and was you).

🪽And although hell was seen almost as a seedy slum full of sinners and demons seeking to destroy, it was only more than a human city with chaos and no rules due to how Lucifer allowed himself to sink and leaving his kingdom only to have a few years of order (because you took care of it in its worst moments to allow it to heal and it never did) but if hell had taught you anything with its unpredictable changes in climate, crime, strange sinners everywhere and only small extraordinary events happening, was that, resilience was your motto. It was when you fought for Lucifer, when you raised your voice in his name, when you wanted to take his pain and make it yours, when you helped him raise a daughter that he himself neglected, and when he left you after years because Lilith had come from return to his life, as if it had not meant eternal days of suffering that you witnessed and it was painfully ironic, that all of Lucifer's depression was fixed with the return of Lilith. Lilith was his solution to everything.

🪽In retrospect, you were used to suffering so much in heaven in a pleasant and comfortable ignorance since if you were useful and fulfilled you would be eternally loved by the one who created you as in hell where you finally knew the pain of humiliation and a broken heart combined , until you yourself got up from the puddle of tears you had created. Was it difficult? Did it hurt too much? Significantly a lot. Was there resentment in your heart? Since you had to tear off your own wings. The sky was a wound that bled with raw slowness until the last drop was squeezed out and left you with no blood or tears to shed. Hell a scar that regenerated before each extermination, rising as if nothing had happened. Resilience was definitely your motto and you carried it in your soul.

🪽After the time you allowed yourself to suffer and wallow in your self-pity, you managed to see that hell was not all bad as you taught Charlie in the past when she was a child. It had its pros and cons, with that new perspective you forged a reputation and power in hell, consolidating yourself as another sovereign, since, as expected, they were the ones who managed the ring of pride in its entirety in the face of Lucifer's inactivity (now you risk ) and, to your surprise, everyone wanted to rub shoulders with you, your power and past a secret well hidden behind your calm and imperturbable expression, as well as the sinners that were accumulating in your long list of contracts, benefits for both parties, you took care of their interests by getting what you wanted from them, obtain their loyalties without pain. And then, in the newly acquired comfort it happened, it was as if a ray of light other than hell fell on that other sovereign who approached you, you could notice at that time an unprecedented desperation in his body and well hidden behind his eternal smile that I wasn't fooling you at all. You met him; Alastor, the Radio Demon.

|| For Lettore it was common to receive a few sinners a day, he had managed to get into good hands a sector of hell almost at the end of the circle of hell that was neglected and characterized by guerrillas who ceased when their power cleared them of burdens but overwhelmed them with new chains with more slack, which the sinners were grateful for by being loyal and starting the foundations of what would be known as the Impure District, it was a masterful control and born from nothing before the eyes of all hell.

Everyone had crazy ideas.

None close to reality, all nonsense fueled by crazy theories and encouraged by the euphoria of interesting information. But no one but the bound sinners knew, even though they would rather tear out their tongues than speak. Secrets that ensured loyalties forged by the fire of mutual benefit.

Therefore, for Lettore, receiving sinners was common, allowing access from the top of the library of his home; a large house well hidden by a sinuous and sinister forest that extended in some parts of the district as if it were a garden, a deceptive forest. In the brief moment when the last book was slid into place, Lettore felt that he was not a common sinner but a sovereign and therefore he paid attention to it with curiosity.

"To what do I owe your presence in my home this day?" The woman questions, her voice soft and silky, calm.

Alastor, who had come without knowing where else to turn and with the dilemma still fresh in his hands, decided to show a lack of faith (however ironic it was and it was a joke that he would genuinely laugh at) by going to the sovereign who emerged from among the shadows like a dream, a nightmare that was calm but left terror installed.

"I have heard rumors throughout hell since their appearance," the radio demon explained briefly with his characteristic voice covered by the effect of subtle static. "I have wanted to have the pleasure of knowing if they are true or not."

Lettore only looked at him for a few seconds before inviting him to have a cup of tea, with the comfort between them, just a fixed gaze on Alastor was enough, noticing the tension in his being, like ropes from a guillotine about to fall. She suppressed a smile as she was able to get an idea, no sovereign was free from dangers, quite the contrary and she knew that well, it was not for nothing that Alastor had become sovereign by devouring and destroying all the original sovereigns.

"...there are many rumors, I would appreciate it being clearer," the woman commented in a harmonious voice.

And perhaps Alastor was precarious (among so many sins) to be direct, he felt the shackle tied and tight around his neck just before cutting his neck, which was causing him anger, desperation that he could barely keep within his being, he wanted to tear and to be able to swallow such a harpy who had tied him up, challenged him and left him on the verge of losing what he had earned through years of instilling terror and fear, so he would have to let that truth out no matter how much he didn't want to.

"...I've heard from some sinners that you managed to get them out of contracts," the deer demon said bluntly.

The woman only handled herself carefully, without much importance in the face of such loud recognition and above all, she did not react. Lettore knew very well that a secret that was never believed was a well-kept secret, truths denied and rejected were someone else's advantage.

"...Why would you look for someone capable of breaking contracts?" The female questioned with a bewitching voice, almost seductive, just dazzling the ears.

"Because someone managed to tie me up as collateral," the radio demon blurted out, noticing that sweet voice full of secrets behind that condescending edge. "Why not be honest?"

The woman only limited herself to leaving her cup on the delicate and elegant black porcelain plate, on the low table of a pleasant room filled with a sweet aroma.

"...if I undo the deal, you will now be tied to me, equivalence" he explained in an assertive voice and without hesitation "I need to know what was in the contract, so I can break it and forge a deal with me, but my deals are eternal until let me decide"

For the radio demon it was as if an enormous weight was lifted from his shoulders, the mere idea of ​​being able to remove that contract from his soul with that similar harpy who had only ambushed him, forcing him into a deal that he never sought or asked for. . Alastor sighed, recovering his eternal smile as if he had control of the entire situation, things that, although not so true, were in part.

"It's a long story dear"

"...hell is eternal and its nights seem endless" ||

🪽It only took one night to know his biggest secret, he was tied to Lilith out of obligation, he had never accepted and was manipulated beyond his understanding, and you could taste his frustration in the air, but, his contract came to an end because of you. hand and that contract was transferred to your long list, only fulfilling part of what was stipulated in the past; Make sure you keep a close eye on the Hazbin Hotel.

🪽From that night Alastor became close to you, both of you found a quiet place in each other's company; Alastor, with his voice always covered in subtle static, became the everyday hum in your ears and without knowing your voice, always soft, became what Alastor always wanted to hear.

🪽With time together and creating a daily life, it was as if you found something that you had been missing for a while. You knew his life and he knew yours, you lost count of how many nights you spent enchanted by everything he experienced as a human, how many outings to have a drink together and mornings waking up under the same roof. Broadcasts on the air dedicated to you, even if no one else knew and only you knew that, a sweet secret that made you feel euphoric. Gifts and details found around the house, from a single red rose to sweets placed in areas where you would see them clearly. They created together a domestic comfort that surpassed any sensation and feeling, it was as if you had found your soulmate, which complemented you. Alastor always took you out of your comfort zone, made you try things you would never have thought of and live, you felt like you were living next to him. It was a completely new feeling.

📻 For Alastor, it was an invigorating and novel sensation that did not leave his being complete, each transmission he broadcast with Lettore in mind he enjoyed much more almost with the same feeling of purpose and fascination as when he was human, in each night spent in his home or that of her new companion telling her all her experiences as a human, seeing how her eyes shone in a singular way like a moon in the sky overshadowing any star around her, meals shared together even with her peculiar tastes (deer or human meat) she just smiled in an exasperated but amused way with that soft pout that she never noticed he made and he felt a strange sensation of fullness, filling him even with society. It was a sensation and feeling of being complete, of having found his complement and those strange nights that he invited her to his cabin where only once he transmitted with her there and managed to hear her sweet song, a song worthy of a seraph like her since she knew her entire history, her past and present, the pain she carried in her chest that she let go of to start living, she knew of her love for Charlie even when Lucifer made her suffer and feel like a used toy. Frankly, she was surprised when she felt a forceful and overwhelming anger take him into the jaws of a beast, because of that pain in her, but what prevailed in her being was to give her words of encouragement: "You are not to blame for anything, there are people who will not value a good heart in this hell" and a hug that took him by complete surprise because he started it because he hated being touched but the moment he felt her hands on his back, clinging to him, it was like a warmth that, far from being overwhelming It was like a breath of fresh air.

📻 Alastor was tied to Lettore but being tied to her didn't cause him major weakness or anything, just a light protection and the feeling that (even if it was twisted) he was always a humming distance away (because he's already heard her crystalline laugh and which bells when he made him appear at his home out of nowhere and it made him laugh just remembering it) so taking care of Charlie in his hotel was like a thank you to Lettore, and he always carried that gold watch in his pocket, a gift that meant like a small world; As a human, he had never found that watch no matter how much he searched and Lettore gave it to him, it was the first gift that almost moved him to the point of removing the moisture from his eyes, but he did not shed any tears (although honestly he was close to nothing).

🪽Alastor's presence in your life was everyday and you came to feel a silence foreign to hell. And the memory of Alastor's reddish doe ears when you gave him the gift that it took you a while to obtain would never be forgotten.

📻 Alastor had racked his brain thinking about a suitable gift to match the one Lettore gave him but, it was in front of him the entire time he was at the Hazbin Hotel so, one day when Charlie would have guests he would also bring someone (he didn't say who) who would support the idea of ​​the hotel. So bringing Lettore to the Hotel, on his arm the moment they set foot inside Charlie ran towards his companion and it was a sweet feeling. Which became even more exquisite seeing the veiled anger in Lillth and Lucifer's gaze.

|| Lettore couldn't help but wrap his arms around Charlie, feeling how he squeezed you tightly and with the feeling on the surface, you kissed his forehead.

"Charlie," Lettore said in a harmonious and soft voice, seeing Charlie's crystallized gaze, "I'm proud of you."

For Charlie, hearing those words coming from the lips of the one who took care of her little girl, of the one who remembered her tears cleanly and accompanied her in every important moment until he left her with a painful but bittersweet farewell with a promise to always take care of her and to be together again. . He couldn't help but hug her tightly.

"Mom," Charlie stammered, still clinging to Lettore, feeling like she was treasured in the arms of someone who would never doubt loved her. "Thank you for coming to the hotel. I want to show you everything!"

Charlie excitedly took Lettore by the hand, talking non-stop about her project with Alastor accompanying them from behind, passing by Lillth and Lucifer, not intentional. ||

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Karma

Cw. Adam x ReaderDaughterSeraphim, blood, inaccurate representations of Hazbin Hotel heaven and hell, typical canon violence, angst, Lettore! She's a minor seraph and represents innocence (idk if it exists but it fits) and use of "Lettore" which is Reader (only in Italian because it looks cute).

Karma was a bitch at times, and unfortunately he was witnessing it first hand.

Adam felt his soul boil, catch fire on the spot and standing here, still standing next to Sera witnessing what was definitely fracturing his mind, his psyche and everything that could be broken; his daughter, his blood and flesh, his daughter who had been created in his image by god, a daughter who came not from an act, but from a divine creation, a daughter he loved with all his being, who he would love (did she deserve his love? ) and for whom he always intended to return alive, always to return to her to answer all her endless questions and show her every little thing of the human world he brought for her eyes only, he fed her innocent curiosity keeping her within the line no angel or seraph should cross.

He was a coward, whispered a voice in her head.

She could hear the painful sound of something tearing away from the skin, from the body, she could witness something that ensured a hellish pain, but that her daughter kept quietly scratching the floor leaving bleeding marks of her fingers on the white floor and those marks did not leave her mind, the heartbreaking sound of something falling that she did not have the strength to see and a gasp before finding calm, when could her daughter endure such suffering? The sound of tearing was a sound that threatened to rupture her eardrums; a sinuous sound full of suffering in silence, there was not a single wail or sob. No painful wailing dared to come out of his daughter and a suffering that Adam could not calm in his daughter, because he was a coward and did not want to take the opposite, he did not want to but he was shedding tears seeing her, seeing his daughter on the ground hunched over herself and without her wings, without the wings that he had taught her to use, had taught her to fly and how to feel comfortable with her.

His daughter, the daughter he loved above all (Do you really love her? whispered a voice in his mind).

The daughter who always looked at him with admiration in her eyes.

Daughter who always awaited his return in the evenings, with pleasant chats and a dinner they made together.

His little angel that he watched grow, that he raised and that he watched become a seraph.

The daughter he let suffer.

Adam never felt so impotent, dirty and disgusting that at that moment, he did nothing, he could not because something bound him, was it fear, maybe yes, maybe not, but he was a deplorable father, horrible and a filthy coward who could not do anything, and because of his fear, his cowardice, he looked away.

Like the ridiculous coward he was, whispered a voice in Adam's mind.

The silence in the room was sepulchral, worthy of a divine funeral and the older seraphim; Sera only witnessed the younger seraphim (would she have the strength to do the same if she were Emily? ) on the floor, golden blood dripping perpetually staining the white dress and she didn't know if it was fear, regret she felt at her lack of sounds, she only witnessed her scratching the floor with such force that she herself was finishing her nails, but no sound came out of her throat not when her golden halo was unraveling.

"You are aware of the punishment being meted out to you, aren't you Lettore?" question Será with a cold tone, worthy of a merciless executioner.

The younger seraphim; Lettore just regulated her breathing, everything was a mess of voices in her head threatening to break her did she deserve it, she didn't know, she didn't know where she stood and the pain was so overwhelming, but regardless it didn't matter, it would never matter not when what she held were her ideals.

"...I will never take back what I did, what I think" hissed Lettore raising her head for the first time directing an icy and mocking look at the older seraph, years that seemed eternal living in an innocence, a delicate golden cage that father and Sera kept around you, urging you to keep the inhabitants of heaven innocent and oblivious, what a mockery "...you can rip off my wings a thousand times and send me to hell, but I will never accept this damn corrupt heaven."

Adam had never seen his daughter so determined, with so much hatred, cold and mockery in her eyes always bright with love and innocence had she always been like this?

And in the twinkling of an eye, she was thrown into hell, like the hundreds or thousands of sinners that the murderer killed for the second time in each extermination.

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[alessabriel]

Hazbin Hotel, masterlist.

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Alastor.

circles in heaven and circles in hell (Past Lucifer x FemReaderExSeraphim! Alastor x FemReaderExSeraphim!)

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[alessabriel]

Do you take requests for Hazbin Hotel one shots? :D

Yes, although it may take me a while to write and publish them, but welcome if you want to request something

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[alessabriel]

Watching the movies again and starting the series made me want to write again Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III | Hipo Horrendo Abadejo III

I had forgotten how much I loved these movies and the series 💚🖤

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[alessabriel]

DC Masterlist.

Batfamily.

idea angst (Batfamily x son reader male!)

Grayscale – Y/n Wayne!Venom! x Batfamily  , Part2

Gunshot (male reader). Gunshot- Pt2 (male reader).

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Jason Todd | Red Hood

Beyond two souls - serie, Twins Todd.

zero.

one 

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Bruce Wayne | Batman.

DadBruceWayneYan! (ReaderFemYan)

Sweet problem (reader fem!, cw: incest implicit)

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Damian al Ghul/Wayne | Robin.

Of lipsticks and discoveries (ReaderFem).

〚 I'm stressed 〛- Damian Wayne Alpha x Male Reader Omega.

polaroid love.

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Slade Wilson | Deathstroke.

Puppy (Slade Wilson x Reader Male)

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[alessabriel]

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Would it be prudent to open a patreon for commissions?

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[alessabriel]

rain and plans.

Summary: Rain can ruin plans or improve them. Cw. Fluff.

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He had planned everything, from where they would go to have a coffee and then go to an arcade, to culminate in the restaurant that they both liked the most. Everything was already planned, the rain? Not so much. The downpour worsened as time passed, it did not diminish for nothing. Max felt cheated in some way, that he remembered he had seen the weather and there was sunny weather that day maybe some fresh wind but from that to torrential rain that little by little seemed to take everything in its path not at all.

"Staring at the rain through the window won't make it stop raining pretty boy" a girl commented with subtle grace as she hugged Max from behind her, barely looking over her shoulder.

Max visibly relaxed when he felt that already recognizable pair of arms surround him and press against her body with affection, he could distinguish the touch of his girlfriend and how she hugged him. With a sigh that he couldn't contain, he turned around to face the pretty face of his girlfriend who seemed to analyze him with great care and only smiled at him somewhat disappointed.

"I had already planned our date [Name]" the taller one confessed without any shame before leaving a kiss on his partner's nose and hugging her more firmly "I feel a little cheated, I even checked the weather and it said that today would be sunny"

The Thunderman's voice seemed to get lower at the end of his confession and with an affectionate chuckle [Name] he moved away from the embrace a little to get a good look at his face and hold his cheeks in his hands. Max for his part felt the warm and smooth hands of his girlfriend on his cheeks, he felt the care she took to hold him as if he could break it or if it were made of the most fragile porcelain, it felt good to be loved like that, in a gentle and romantic way.

"Max the fact that you have planned the date is enough for me, we could do anything and I would be happy just being by your side" [Name] said with the sweetest and most sincere voice before sealing her words with an even more kiss. sweet and that left a thin layer of gloss on the lips of others.

Heart pounding against his ribcage and blood pumping at full speed, the taller man carefully held his partner's hips, wishing the kiss wouldn't end, wishing he could taste more of the watermelon gloss on her lips and enjoy your hands on his skin. . . Max still didn't know how intensely he could love and how much he could give of himself and receive from you, how much love a relationship could hold until you came into his life laying waste to everything in your path and turning his world upside down, making him laugh until you said nothing. cheeks ache and provoke feelings that at some point you thought were corny but now were natural, wanting to kiss you more, for a hug to last longer or for a day not to end so quickly.

"Then we could watch a movie" Max whispered still against your lips, drunk and lost in the blur of your love and satisfying feelings.

"And eat something, we can cook together even" snapped smiling [Name] still on her boyfriend's lips, leaving a chaste kiss before letting her go.

Max, with a smile that he couldn't hide from her, let her go from her arms and looked at her again, without getting tired; You were beautiful in his eyes in every facet of you from the moment you wake up until you go to sleep and in the middle of the day.

"That sounds like a perfect plan, I'll go get some snacks and you pick the movie, we'll cook later."

Before leaving for the kitchen, Max didn't hold back and grabbed [Name] to steal a kiss and some more of that watermelon-flavored gloss. [Name] with an amused smile chased Max away and went to her partner's room to get comfortable and look for a movie they both liked, without even seeing Max's mother; Barb had seen them from the top of the stairs, still unable to believe the happiness that both had shown since the beginning of their relationship.

The house was softly silent, only occasionally broken by thunder.

In the kitchen Max was looking for the snacks that he knew [Name] liked, he used to bring them home for when he visits him, because he will never forget that tender blush when he confessed that he had his favorite drinks and snacks at home for when he went, it was a nice touch which he soon replicated by starting to store your favorite flavor of chips, some juice or tea, even some sweets that he kept in his room. They were small things that he found himself doing more frequently since their relationship began. Once with what he was looking for in his hands he was going to leave the kitchen but was taken by surprise when his mother cut him off with a half hug before leaving the kitchen with sandwiches in her hands.

"I see that your relationship is going perfectly, Max" Barb said happily, letting go of her son, admiring how he was carrying a large package of chips of your favorite flavor and a thermos of iced tea, a special thermos for you when you were at home, those details were what they solidified in everyone's eyes that they were a couple certainly thoughtful "I'm very happy for you son"

She could only smile, although she wanted not to, he was unconscious and it felt good that his happiness was seen by his mother, it was nice how she had said she felt when she saw that he lived with your father.

"I'm lucky to have her by my side mom"

Barb felt her heart warm when she saw how Max now freely accepted his emotions and feelings, it was amazing in a good way and since he was the best version of himself, maybe that was due to [Name's] influence.

"So don't let her go Max, now she sees that she is waiting for you"

No need to say it twice as Max immediately went to his room, closing the hatch behind him. Barb could only smile when she saw how her son grew for the better, how he developed and advanced more, matured and grew, it was what caused her the most happiness because that was the only thing she wished for her son with that same feeling she decided to go with her husband and leave the pair of lovebirds alone and later they could all have dinner together.

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It was already late at night, the Thunderman family was setting the table adding one more plate for you, they were already more than familiar that sometimes you stayed for dinner with them and you were more than welcome whenever you wanted to come. Barb and Hank finished setting up the table to begin serving.

"Will you be able to go get your brother and his girlfriend Phoebe?" I question the Father of the family; Hank leaving the large pitcher of iced tea for dinner on the table.

Phoebe, who was helping with other things in the kitchen, only limited herself to affirming before going to her brother's room, coming out of the tunnel that closed the hatch, she tried not to make too much noise when she landed on her feet, and the sight was both tender and disturbing. disturbing because she was not used to seeing her brother like this but the change was welcome since her happiness could be seen; You were both lying on the bed and Max had you resting on his shoulder, the discarded laptop still on the side of the black coverlet and you were asleep, even asleep his brother was looking for you since she had you fastened and well wrapped next to him . He was cute, and he couldn't help but take a flash photo that woke up Max but not you who just hid.

"What are you doing here?" Max asked quietly.

"Mom said that she will let you know that dinner is ready and come upstairs, if you want, of course" she answered, amused, before showing her cell phone screen with her photo and leaving before they could say anything to her.

Max sighed and carefully moved you to wake up complementing your awakening with a kiss on your hundred, you stirred a bit before waking up completely.

"Do you want to have dinner with my family love?" questioned Max, seeing how your eyes cleared from sleep and stayed on his face for a few seconds before kissing his cheek.

"Sounds good to me, although next time we have to cook together Max, yes?"

And if there was something that I could not resist, it was your beautiful eyes that radiated a spectacular shine and as if sweetened your most innocent and inoffensive requests with light kisses on the cheeks, jaw, part of the neck before sealing your request with a kiss on the cheeks. lips.

Quizás la lluvia no había arruinado por completo sus planes.

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Can I get an one shot where reader is Kisaki's daughter and she is in love with Hanma and she always admire him from afar and always eavesdrop Kisaki's and Hanma's when they're discussing they're gang plans and she tries to seduce by wearing mini skirts and bending down in front of him to pick some papers she dropped on the floor and flirt with Hanma whenever he came for dinner at their house or when they're in a gang reunion and there's always sexual tension between them and Hanma always tease her then at one night where Hanma came for dinner and Kisaki had to go and leave them alone to go to the hospital to see reader's mother; reader decides to takes thing to the next level and let Hanma fuck her senseless on the dinner table till she squirts and gave reader an amazing oral, so when Kisaki comes back with readers mother; reader and Hanma act like nothing happened.

Little Death —Hanma Shuji x reader fem!

Summary: what wandering death, desirous and in love could give his heart with bare hands in her hands, could give her everything she whispered in his ears until a small death.

Cw. smut, nicknames such as doll, angel or girl, female proombre, etc.

Life was certainly complex in its simple existence, there was a wide range of factors in which it could be considered as good or bad. But a life full of luxury from blood, death and decay was a common life for [Name] Kisaki who did not flinch at the bloody corpses he occasionally saw, the blood he could sniff in the air when his father came home leaving a trail of rust and cologne that he knew his mother had given him some time ago,  As his mother always without fail carried a dagger tied to the thigh slightly adjusted but not impossible to take out or an automatic weapon in his bag when they went out together anywhere without his father or some guard, or as all his 'uncles' were criminals who could not prove anything before the law. It was curiously funny how the authorities had their hands tied behind their backs since I could not prove anything, although it was known there was much to risk if some agents, police or government people gave away.

Traitors would wake up with an intangible business card, without tongue, eyes or hands. It all depended.

[Name] was not stupid, she could sin of appearing disinterested or astonished when situations warranted it but she knew what her family was dedicated to, why her standard of living was one extremely comfortable to the extent that if she liked to work she could never afford (your father would really be able to support you all your life,  you were the apple of her eye and your mother absolutely adored you) and she could not find anything in herself that made her feel guilty when she received the extravagant gifts of her parents or uncles in the form of expensive perfumes or beautifully crafted daggers, being located in a high-level private school in which not even some children of political officials could access or when she could let her imagination run wild for punishments to The traitors themselves that she could not yet carry out entirely alone, one of the few tasks that her father allowed her to carry out with proper supervision, and sincerely gave her grace how she should be watched and monitored when handling torture and allowed to get a little more into the business, but in other activities she did not need it. And sometimes her father or uncles managed to exasperate her by leaving her in the care of Hanma Shuji, she simply clouded her head in a thousand ways.

Just having Hanma's golden eyes on his body had his heart racing, runaway in his chest, and feeling the beating in his ears of intensity. Feeling helpless with weak knees and weapons like lead in her hands, as if a single movement made her make a mistake or as her face was impossibly heated before her proximity, before her damn jokes without grace or her mere presence that threatened to melt her.

It was ridiculous how he had fallen in love.

It had all started with an admiration that to date I did not understand quite well, moving on to the attraction of a high school girl to a friend of her father whom she began to try to attract, without any result. And their attempts increased as they intensified.

Short skirts when Hanma was assigned as her bodyguard at certain events, which really were more of a chore than a pleasure and she looked dreamy when Hanma always stayed by her side, at the distance of just a small step with a hand on her body feeling any concerns she could not verbalize. To date he did not know how he had knowledge of his exact body language but he appreciated it, he knew when both should move away and where he was nothing to leave the site and resorted to certainly stupid jokes that without fail got an involuntary giggle, or failing that entertaining her by making fun of others in the room.

Tight blouses or tops that fully highlighted her breasts when Hanma was at home chatting with her father, she passed it off as 'pajama sets' when they weren't and went out from time to time to wander the halls of the house casually, even bringing drinks to her father and his friend. He always received a loving look from his father when without fail he brought him a glass of whiskey on the rocks of the bottle of Hibiki Suntory Japanese Harmony since sabias was one of his favorites when he had to deal with the 'vermin of Hanma' and with a glass also for vermin, but direct, since you remembered that he preferred them that way. In those interactions she couldn't help but brush her fingers against hers, almost like an innocent but intentional occurrence dedicating fleeting glances that she hoped she would catch to be sweetly guided out by her father who promised to spend time together afterwards, and that warmed your heart. Your parents might be the worst criminals in Japanese society, but they both loved you. In those moments you forgot about Hanma and your crush.

Tight clothes when it was necessary to go to the headquarters with her father, and [Name] would not be so shameless as to walk in front of Hanma's golden eyes with such an attitude because she first and foremost respected her father's image before her subordinates and 'partners'. But Hanma never failed to sweetly praise their outfits, comments that went completely unnoticed since they mentioned information that only their relatives would know, how you longed to have a certain garment or colors that you took to find to complement your closet.

Dedicating a little more of her time to put on makeup in a way that pleased her and made her feel pretty, receiving praise from many, but not from those who craved them. But without fail she felt an intense look, but she never found someone who looked at her so intensely, squeezed her skin and gave her a good round of chills that ran through her whole. If only Hanma looked at her like that.

But the attempts to attract his gaze were not only on the part of [Name], but Hanma alike.

Hanma knew that he would never be a just or decent man, he could tell by his blood-stained hands or his complete and null interest in the good of others to his acquaintances or those who came to consider friends. Therefore, when he received the news that his friend would have a daughter had taken him by surprise, but he had knowledge about that it was one of the most hidden dreams of Kisaki and let him be happy a good part of the childhood of the brat taking charge and placed, for the first time -at that time- diligence and discipline to maintain the empire they formed at the top and go up a little more. Every year, slaughtering competitors or enemies with their 'partners' hand in hand. They were boring years in which he honed many skills that he did not want to do before, and boredom made him ruthless. He hated being bored, but it was for the sake of his only best friend, so the sacrifice was worth it. When those years came to an end he waited for a soft Kisaki Tetta with his heart in his hand - at that time only he could say it that way and those who dared to say it painted the walls with a combination of brains with blood - but it was a pleasant surprise that his two friends (I also came to appreciate Kisaki's wife) returned in better condition than ever.  family time in no way managed to soften it in fact quite the opposite, they arrived at the business back with a whole aura of murder and leadership - which was to be expected since he learned that in that family time Kisaki's wife; Runa had taken over his clan by joining it to Kisaki's empire – it was years that were not wasted. With his arrival he was able to rest from leading to obey orders that never bored him and it was then that his whole world turned upside down.

All for her, for [Name].

The first time he met her was in a dangerous situation that put her in danger, or so it was assumed because Runa ordered him to go and monitor her at home which he obeyed because he knew that both leaders loved their firstborn. When I arrive I expect to see a scared girl, but she found something completely different; A bloody and fighting scene in which there were about five men in the living room scattered around the black armchairs with contorted necks, others with bullets in their foreheads and the one who surprised him the most with a Chinese ink pen in the eye socket that was so embedded that only a pendant in the form of a small dagger came out. To find her sitting on the stairs whimpering silently as she abruptly wiped away the tears and sweat that beaded on her visible skin, she wore scantily clad trousers with a tight tank top that revealed a large part of her blood-stained chest with her hair still damp. Then he discovered that he had been caught making a sandwich at home when he had just gotten out of the shower and he only had to dispose of the bodies, looking at her sideways always with an impossibly tender pout on his lips that at the end of the night he discovered was because of his broken nails. He couldn't help but leave a good wad of bills in your room with a note that night, you were a cute girl almost a sinfully sexy angel unconsciously and you didn't deserve your pretty nails to be in bad condition. He could say that you were not so innocent because a week after short interactions he received a photo of him with his beautiful nails made in a  stupidly suggestive pose – which he did not even realize apparently – since he could see in the reflection of the mirror part of his torso in a large dark shirt that showed her breasts without a bra with delicious erect nipples. That picture was his wallpaper for years.

And everything was in a tailspin from that moment as you dwelt in his head in the hours where he was not on guard, the damn daughter of his best friend and the little princess of the whole fucking organization; all the partners adored her in a tender way as Sano Manjiro who had no qualms about pampering her as if she were a younger sister, some others like someone who adores the children of her friends or family, Kisaki knew about it but only allowed a closeness of the high commands of which they had loyalty to the organization but never took his eyes off him except when he was with Mikey or with he, then Kisaki could concentrate on his tasks. It was like leaving a sweet angel with death itself, or he could avoid absorbing every damn trait of it to reproduce it in his head. Over the years she only became more attractive and sexy, a girl who could attract the most correct eyes of beings to her figure, her determined gait and her charismatic personality.

And hell he knew how to use it to his advantage.

With her 'uncles' she could have any whim, at her damn 19 years old she was a beautiful woman who was not afraid to stain her hands with blood and knew very well what she wanted, how much she was worth, how much she deserved and how she loved herself before anyone else offered to love her. A woman with a strong temper always broke her barriers, but she; Her best friend's daughter had absolutely snatched her heart at the same time that she had seen her enter the organization little by little, learn from the best and make a place in her parents' organization as if it were the easiest thing. I could never deny it but I adored strong, slightly sadistic women, that's what I saw in her.

With the passage of time it had only crept under her skin in a sinuous but permanent way, climbing to her damn heart and trapping it between her bare hands, if she asked for her damn heart it would be taken out of her chest to leave it in her palms to do anything; destroy him and consume him with sadistic laughter or kiss him until he shows his love. He was absurdly and hopelessly in love who was even pathetic.

Pathetically in love.

There wasn't a single ounce of rationality in his mind to ignore his almost timid subtle and gentle flirtations but he still managed to catch them in the air by sweetening his senses to ecstasy without contact or consumption. I admired how she arranged herself a little more for him by dedicating a more special time to becoming even prettier in his eyes. Because he did it himself, he put effort in fixing himself for you and only for your beautiful eyes that ran through him scanning it.

[Name] was her absolute downfall, he would adore dying at her feet and following her to the ends of damn hell with just a blink of her flirtatious eyes and a blink of those ridiculous curly eyelashes.

Each short but elegant skirt that adorned her figure stylizing her hip and shapely butt that made her salivate in the best way, and in those events she knew better that she should be close to her at a short distance so she resorted to having a hand on her lower back whispering in her ear, savoring the skin that reached to caress her lips or hands. All those scenes were sweetened even more when I managed to get smiles and discreet giggles with his unfunny or dark jokes, with his cruel teasing towards others and enjoyed how you clung to his arms. Nor could he ignore that every damn thing that beasts he put effort into combining with you either in range of colors, if they were suits as close to yours or complementary because he loved the excited look of his beautiful eyes to see him, it was a completely naïve and tender emotion.

Every damn tight blouse or flirtatious tops that covered your chest only caused her hands to itch, to feel her hands sweat from putting them on those happy tits and squeezing them, which would give for only one taste. And I could see them up close when you interrupted the talks about their 'business' to deliver glasses of whiskey, to their father on the rocks and to the same direct, in those moments that he leaned I could see his cleavage. They were moments that were worth everything and he corresponded, extending his legs and leaving a space between them for his use, as he looked up and down to lick his lips in a subtle way and culminate with a flirtatious smile.

It was impossible not to catch in his gaze the legs of [Name] in stockings of different types, from those he came to wear for high school in black to those he wore as a net with short skirts, the stockings sweetened the view of his turned legs and with more flesh, he loved to see how with long socks sometimes the waistband was a little tight leaving those chubby ones in sight,  which he praised without being able to control himself. Catching his red ears for compliments, he was a praise bug apparently.

The tight clothes on her sweet doll's body were a direct passage to hell, she loved to scan you up and down with every outfit that exposed your delicious figure; wide hips, voluptuous breasts, small waist in which he dreamed of putting his hands and long legs, a body he wanted to map with his tongue.

And oh for all the heavens, the makeup that was placed according to the occasion from the colorful and extravagant with holographic outlines in different colors that sharpened her look or made her more innocent since she had a whole album on her cell phone with photos of her that were sometimes her wallpaper or those that she saw admiring for hours. I knew how much you loved makeup (because you even got to make up Runa and the few members of high female ranks) and that's why he had given her a damn complete set of the best eyeliners in the damn market for her enjoyment that was rewarded with a sweet kiss on the lips, which she did not capture that I gave her because she had run home screaming with innocent emotion. That kiss ended up condemning him and trapped him in his wake, first dead before leaving him.

Hanma Shuji found himself loving every damn characteristic of Kisaki from the aesthetic to the emotional, adoring his strength and every weakness he would cover if necessary. He would be able to give her his soul in a bowed box if she asked him to.

I was just at her feet and she didn't know it yet.

The day had been extremely quiet, as if there were no task or responsibility close to fulfillment. It was a perfect day to devote time to leisure, essentially that night would be a quiet one where the family would have dinner with the best friend of the father of the family, something quiet and without ulterior motives. At least that's how it was planned when Hanma Shuji arrived at the Kisaki house being received by [Name] the firstborn, in the moments at the entrance the older man could not resist mocking the sweet doll that received him with an expression that perhaps appeared to be furious but showed an annoying pout,  She was beautiful without even realizing it.

"Don't tell me you dressed like this for my little girl?" Shuji crooned mockingly at all his height admiring the youngest squatting looking for the pair of indoor slippers, the mere image of her facing him almost on his knees weakened his will.

[Name] rolled his eyes forcing those butterflies down in his stomach but he couldn't do anything about the tingling skin. The young Kisaki let out a slightly exasperated sigh when she sat up from the ground leaving the pair of slippers at the feet of the tallest without being able to stop her sarcastic response, although she felt that she lost effectiveness because of her red ears.

"That's what you'd like Hanma," the slightest hissed feigning disgust rather than ready to enter her house back.

The eldest did not waste time holding the lowest one by the waist with little force, forcing her to arch in his hands highlighting her breasts unwillingly. [Name] with his heart in his throat put his hands on Hanma's chest trying to pull it away from her body, she was panicking that her father could find them in that position without her mother to alleviate that situation. But I could not deny that he had her squeezing her legs together because of the delicious sensation that ran through her whole when she had Hanma's hands on her body and how he dominated her.

"I don't like my sweet angel lying to me like that" Hanma whispered on [Name's] lips feeling the slightly sticky gloss of his own lips, a sweet aroma of chocolate reached his nose almost intoxicating him and without shame he was nothing to pass his tongue over those smooth lips that tempted him for some time but he received a frankly strong push that made him release surprised. Nothing to complain I soon look at the reason for it by your trembling hands on your back and the sight of his friend with casual clothes on but keys in his hands "Hey Tetta! What a way to treat your guests that your little princess has"

The mere mention of his daughter made Tetta look bitter at his partner and companion almost regretting going to the hospital, but it was his wife.

"You don't need a big welcome piece of animal" sharply lashed out the elder Kisaki receiving a funny laugh from the Hanma, ignoring that the older Kisaki quickly crossed the room until he was in front of his only daughter ignoring Hanma browsing his house "I have to go to the hospital with your mother, apparently something did not go quite right in the business I was running. Will you stay here with Hanma, yes?"

Immediately that attracted an alert to the head of the young Kisaki who anxiously received the embrace of her Father to calm her silencing 

"It's nothing serious darling, just bulky, but not something that endangers your life. Dinner and sleep, possibly I'll be back until tomorrow or midnight."

With that, the elder Kisaki left the house quickly, leaving behind his daughter with his friend, without suspecting anything. Hanma was not at all about to tease her to lighten her mood but she knew better that would only annoy her more. So with the intention of feeding her he went to the kitchen with [Name] behind him.

"I can cook Hanma," the youngest meekly commented, even with concern for her mother attacking her.

"Nope, you are very worried and in your state you will only hurt yourself or burn your food. I know you hate burnt food" replied without much preamble the eldest seeing how the food was half done "You just be pretty and get on the counter, a visual stimulus would help me do it faster"

With a less tense chuck [Name] climbed onto the counter receiving a glass of ice water as he waited for dinner. With amazement I watch as Hanma cooked semi-expertly, although the ingredients were left by her side, so from time to time she asked for them and she delivered them without overlooking brushing her fingers with the hands of the tallest.

Even without doing [Name] anything was a threat.

Hanma went for the salt but it was located between the open legs of [Name] who burned the jar with his sweet leg that he did not take long to caress to take the jar which he achieved but was stopped by the smaller and slightly marked hands of the minor that forced him to stamp his lips against the others still covered by gloss. Feeling how she kissed him with sweetness and desperation I put aside the damn jar of salt to squeeze the chubby thighs making him separate his lips, the opportunity to taste his tongue. He ran his tongue through the moist inside of his mouth, occasionally catching his tender and moist tongue, he wanted to monopolize his mouth, to draw the air from his lungs. Stick his tongue in his throat if humanly possible but his hands hit his chest with weak insistence so he cut the kiss seeing his dazed state along with the thread of saliva that united them, which he broke with another sweeter kiss.

"I didn't know your kisses were so delicious doll" hummed almost intoxicated Hanma squeezing her waist tightly getting a soft moan "I already wish to know what else is delicious in your body"

[Name] could not even put together a coherent sentence because again she was kissed suddenly, Shuji's lips dominating her and almost hypnotizing her to separate her lips for her tongue, which she did by receiving wet caresses and feeling how her tongue was sometimes sucked, and she replied as she could. She was not an expert in kissing.

When they least expected it, both of them were already kissing almost without air.

The older one tightly held the thighs of the younger one carrying her, feeling how he hugged his neck tightly and continued kissing him in short bursts or tongue kisses. He didn't leave a single space between them. As if he wanted to merge with him which encouraged him even more to mistreat his little body, to leave the mark of his fingers on his smooth skin and leave traces of his possession. Shuji was carrying her in half a kitchen, her chubby thighs entrenched on her hips and her hands sunk into her flesh, meeting the smaller hands on her nape without letting go. Even if he craved to eat her alive, savor every corner of her body, and map her skin with his tongue, he wouldn't force her into anything.

"If you don't stop me now, I won't be able to do it later, my beautiful girl," the eldest whispered over the lips of others, having on his tongue the taste of his sweet mouth. Hanma knew her eternal love of sweets, strawberry milk and flavored gloss, all melting in her tempting mouth creating her always characteristic flavor that she wanted to have on her tongue always. With amazement I admire how dazed the youngest was, with her eyes unfocused and her lips gently apart exposing her pink tongue, with a prodigal laugh fleeting kisses on her lips and cheeks urging her to answer "The moment you tried doll there is no turning back for me, I want to do everything with you"

[Name] was carefully and slowly pulled out of her daze by Shuji's lips, listening to her words and analyzing them a little slowly but she could not gather the necessary words to respond because she still wanted kisses, to stick her tongue in her throat if necessary and without much thought she passed her tongue over Hanma's lips,  There was no trace of shame or doubt in his mind or heart.

"I want everything Shuji, everything" replied halfway the minor still entertained licking the lips of others, and lavishing kisses "P-please do not stop"

That was what sealed the deal, Hanma without much effort continued kissing her sweet doll to take her to the dining table, where she would undress her completely and if possible she would fail her, just thinking about it her dick would rise more.

Between stumbles and moans both came to the table.

The female body was carefully deposited on the surface of the table leaving it extended. [Name] stirred uncomfortably for not having Hanma's body in her arms but clung to the ice cream of the table giving her back a little lucidity that she used to see Hanma who seemed to see her as a total predator. The mere glance made him squeeze his legs and whimper.

"You're quite a show doll" hummed the elder firmly un-re-re-reando the legs of the smallest of his hips to hold them in his hands joining them and put them in front of his body analyzing how big his hands were almost covering the entirety of his sweet legs, the length was perfect and he adored them. Hanma smiled without being able to hold him anymore and left kisses on his turned legs, running from time to time with his tongue and mapping with his hands from his ankles that I adore properly to his thighs where he finally touched that damn short skirt that with skillful fingers he unbuttoned very slowly admiring her excited but desperate face "I will undress you honey,  okay?"

A fierce nod was the response that managed to make the major laugh because of his silent enthusiasm.

"I need words" knowing his expectation the biggest kept his words to see his beautiful sulking expression, it was unconsciously but Hanma found it cute in a way, to see how he expected him "otherwise, I will not take off your clothes" Hanma finished leaving his hands still on his hips and feeling his legs on his shoulders,  dedicating himself to savoring the weight on his shoulder. Shuji was amused watching the doe eyes of his sweet girl "Words" firmly reiterated the eldest.

"Si S-shuji"

His words were only two, only two, and yet the eldest had his heart skip a beat, hearing his name from his voice was particularly satisfying. Shuji with the positive response began to mobilize as soon as possible, crossing with his bare hands the reliefs of his legs squeezing with a taste the flesh until he reached the hips of the minor dedicating a necessary time squeezing and caressing until his fingers brushed the waistband, followed the path arranged by the light until unfastening it completely listening to the slightly accelerated breathing of her. With skillful hands I manage to get rid of the ignition in its entirety taking the socks of passage discarding them on the floor. So the panorama was clear, beautiful hips that looked slightly tight in the panties that were a plain black color, without any decoration but extremely soft in sight and could not help but walk his fingers through the fabric feeling the skin underneath, with a giggle and playing traveled until he reached the pelvis only leaving ghost caresses looking from time to time at their expressions waiting,  They were impatient expressions but he loved to play with his little patience so he played with his wait under his fingers to the front of the undergarment to gather them between his fingers pulling it slightly forcing the fabric to break through its folds invading his pussy. Hanma enjoyed it completely, seeing her pussy moistening with her actions and the slightly stuffed lips parting, she could even see the shadow of what the fabric hid. Licking her lips, continuing with the rest of her clothes, leaving aside the wet panties (which she knew she would take home when she finished) and did the same ritual, she slowly traveled her waist until she reached the edge of the tight blouse to go up slowly, having fun to see how she writhed slowly arching and trying to flee was something that amused her too much.

His attempts to escape the slowness showed something, but eyes said completely otherwise, it was just another foreplay.

[Name] scrambled in Hanma's hands, feeling how the fabric of her blouse was slowly going up her torso until it reached above her breasts exposing her bra that definitely did not match her panties, that out of nowhere made her self-conscious. She knew of the major's history with attractive women too much if what her uncle said was true, she was the only one who knew of his attraction to Hanma. He felt an itch that he definitely couldn't scratch now. And the eldest unconsciously calmed her, his smile was pronounced before leaving tender kisses on each still covered chest.

"Nice bra girl, I want to see it more" something deep inside her being seemed attractive to her of her disparate underwear. Hanma did not look like those combinations, he was fussy but in her he certainly gave him an angelic air, almost innocent and naïve although he knew that she had done more explicit and shameless things, he knew it because he was his bodyguard a good part of his 18 years so seeing her in a comfortable and safe environment stirred something,  I didn't know it was but it certainly didn't need a name "I had wanted to tear off your clothes but I've seen with what dedication you buy your clothes so I won't risk it, nope"

Without even knowing it, those words calmed a storm in the mind of the child in an unexpected but so peculiar way of him, only he could do so. Do it without warning, calm her down without even foreseeing it. 

"Shut up Shuji, you've messed up a good part of my clothes," she said between amused and embarrassed, it was impossible to feel that way in a moment that pretended to be intimate but he succeeded. [Name] meekly let him completely remove the blouse over his head feeling in its center the involuntary friction of his closeness squeezing him without being able to hold it, it had been his reflexes "But thank you is my favorite bra"

Shuji only dedicated himself to smile seeing how [Name] turned in the attention of his gaze next to his wandering hands that did not leave a single part without caresses, leaving the blouse on the surface of the table leaned over it leaving a path of irregular kisses on her face until reaching her lips where she did not waste time intensifying it while holding her face well to manipulate her Taste for him to tilt his head at angles where he could go deeper into his tongue, feel the timid touches of his tongue in his own mouth until releasing him in favor of continuing on his chin, his neck in which he soon inhaled strongly his essence that was made up of an expensive perfume, creams and cleaning products that left a combination of his own on his skin. It was a scent that was impregnated in his clothes without even trying. His neck was tempting so lavishing kisses with his hand gently tilted to the opposite side his head leaving room for his thorough inspection until he traveled imaginary paths with his tongue and sucking strategic patches of skin where no one would see his marks he did not want to show his act so soon. It was impossible for him to control himself having on his lips the smooth skin of his neck and throat, with which he looked hyperfixed by how delicate it was, with his hickeys they would leave visible marks and just imagine how his neck would look with his hand on it lit him in ways that no woman in the past achieved.

The others didn't matter.

Shuji listened to his soft moans, his moans that he tried to control and how he clung to any part of his body during the assault on his neck and throat, with a last kiss in which he caught the skin between his lips to suck hard to calm with his tongue and leave a last kiss. It was impossible not to feel the friction of her crotch still covered by her panties against her own crotch even with the pants, it was exquisite. She continued to descend at her own pace to reach the bra that did not match the underwear, her breasts were certainly generous and with that fabulous view it was impossible for her not to leave kisses in each cup of the garment, longing to see those twin delights naked.

It was as if she was the one, the one who made him go slow and soft to take care of his reactions and feelings.

To nothing to direct his hands to the back of the minor his hands were cut and redirected to the front of the chest of the female. The eldest smiled when he saw the action of his little doll and admired how in the center of the glasses there was a tiny brooch that with one hand I managed to release leaving in the air what his eyes so longed to see naked.

"I will definitely eat these beautiful tits doll" dictated the tallest hunched over the figure of the youngest before leaving a sonorous and wet kiss on each breast causing a deep blush "because I will eat you whole tonight"

Before the youngest could form a word, she received the lips of the major on her breasts without any preamble as if it were an emergency. [Name] arched his back when wet kisses reached one of her nipples to suck it and let out a choked scream when Shuji's other hand went to her free breast to massage it with gentle movements that were making them hard, until he felt in tandem a pinch and teeth.

"I love you" whispered Shuji on [Name's] chest releasing with a wet sound the nipple he had clung to, he still felt the warm aftertaste on his tongue and went after the other snaking his free hand to her panties running with his fingertips his mount venus feeling the fabric and spending time sucking the nipple he still had in his mouth,  alternating between licking or sucking and moving your hands in tandem "I can't wait to fuck you"

[Name] felt too hot, as her body was touched freely and by the hands she had fantasized about since she was fourteen years old that gradually malused her to her liking. Her breasts did not stop receiving attention, but the hand on her mount venus took her by complete surprise and moved to lean on her hand insistently, for a long time she craved the roughest, strongest and longest fingers of Shuji against her pussy but nothing prepared her for when the tips of her fingers brushed her clitoris on the fabric that made her moan openly and openly,  I can't keep his lips together or his tongue inside. He couldn't believe that just a semi-direct brush caused him to squirm.

"S-shuji" whimpered the child catching the hand that was on her pussy between her legs tightly to rub against her with a visible desperation "Touch me, t-touch me"

Shuji suddenly released the sweet nipple between his lips but not before giving it a considerable bite and sit up completely to see his masterpiece, his beautiful and sexy muse that inspired him full of marks. She was beautiful lying on the table with her hands restless on her belly or between her breasts with her legs together impossibly firm but still managed to see the stain on her panties and the relief of that beautiful pussy with which I only get to fantasize.

"Of course I'll just have to wait," replied the eldest before unbuttoning his pants under the watchful eye of the child who did not lose details. Shuji smiled and moved slower, unbuttoning the button of her pants slowly until the zipper was lowered more slowly, but the smaller hands were tremblingly in her hand to help her lower it by brushing her bulge in passing to respingar surprised, it was almost innocent and angelic her surprise "Someone is impatient doll" crooned mockingly the oldest.

Shuji let [Name's] curious hands lead the way, silently admiring how with firmer hands he ran from his abdomen rubbing his sharp nails on his skin under his shirt to his crotch where he delicately ran with the tips of his acrylic nails where he lowered his pants a little deliberately rubbing his bulge until it cupped in his palm. He let out an airy sigh, his hand was significantly small and his dick looked bigger even confined in his boxers, that put him in a thousand indescribable ways that no woman had ever put before. He assumed it was because it was her, which would make sense and in his musings between his excitement he felt his underwear being lowered gently until suddenly his cock shot out almost hitting her in the process. I watch as her sweet doll looked surprised at him, with her cute half-open mouth and big eyes with those damn acrylic nails near her tender lips.

"Do you like what you see?" asked Shuji amusedly seeing how his little girl did not stop staring at him to faintly affirm "Lie down angel I will do something before"

With unusual obedience the child lay on the table feeling how her legs were held by the older who pressed them together in front of her body before going for her hips where he pulled her panties until they reached her ankles where he pulled them out completely. [Name] watched in surprise as Shuji took her panties to her back pocket and gave her a kiss that made her blush more.

"Pervert" I accuse embarrassed and with some timidity the minor.

"With you I certainly am, but in my defense it is the first time and with your consent"

With those last words Shuji manually squeezed together the legs of his girl who understood the message keeping them together in what he caressed a couple of times feeling his dick wetter than normal, the previous games so slow used to bore him but with her everything was accumulating and not as he spat directly on his cock listening to a soft and pornographic moan coming from his wrist,  With a smile he guided his cock to the tiny space almost zero between his thighs feeling the softness of his skin squeezing his dick and as a final part he felt the sweet moisture of his pussy. With determination he clung to his legs bringing them together even more and began to move his hips, feeling his cock slide between his thighs with a little friction until one of his hands went straight to his clitoris to caress him tenderly and increase the intensity as he accelerated the speed.

Almost timidly, the sounds began to increase.

[Name] tried not to stir, but felt the heat of Shuji's cock between his thighs, wet and throbbing, the tip occasionally reaching his clitoris and making him almost cry, when the tip touched his pearl it was violently and suddenly. Between moans that she could not control she felt Shuji's fingers on her protrusion caressing him firmly and fast, it was not like when she touched herself or with fingers or toys, her fingertips were rough and rough against her pearl.

"S-shuji" whimpered the younger clinging to what he could of the older, feeling his pussy begin to soak in his arousal "P-please"

The pleas only stimulated Hanma who redoubled efforts in fucking the tender and plump thighs of her sweet girl who only moaned in pleasure, she could see her tender face contorted into an expression taken from a porn movie; cheeks sprinkled in pink, half-open lips exposing the tip her delicious pink tongue almost hanging from her lips, eyes narrowed and full of tears without shedding. What excited her most was seeing her little hands groping her own breasts, pinching and squeezing.

"Fuck this soaked pussy angel" announced the older one slamming the legs of the minor without stopping to touch her tender and hard clitoris that was replaced by her dick with which she gave a few hard blows on her wet pussy "You will feel it in the stomach doll"

That was the only warning [Name] received before suddenly feeling the loss of contact and how it suddenly returned in a soft, small and wet form. [Name] surprised sat up on her elbows seeing how Hanma's face was sunk into her pussy, she let herself fall suddenly feeling how they sipped and kissed her most intimate part, how Hanma lifted her from the table with her hands on her buttocks and handled her as if nothing.

"N-no S-shuji" hypersensitive squeal the minor trying to get away from the older man's mouth but was pulled harder towards that greedy mouth "S-feels weird"

Hanma continued to hold that pair of buttocks so plump and firm, squeezing very hard and raising it to his mouth, he put his tongue as much as he could in the drooling hole and rubbery walls, he was practically fucking it with his tongue to walk his tongue between his lips until he reached his sweet hard pearl,  He couldn't help but smile at the taste of his delicious honey that filled his mouth. Separating a little to breathe properly I leave her wrist on the table and take her by the legs placing them on her shoulders so that she can put her fingers in that exquisite hole and dedicate herself to sucking the swollen pearl.

"N-no d-daddy feels v-very weird" sobbing [Name] not knowing what words came out of her mouth feeling how her whole body tensed harder than usual, her legs felt numb and a current running through her whole, she barely managed to close her mouth and even if she tried to get Shuji away from her sensitive pussy she could not what made her despair more but she felt so good,  so rich that she could barely think properly outside of how her pussy twitched on her partner's long fingers "D-daddy n-no"

With that damn nickname Shuji continued in tandem fucking with his fingers and sucking, strong and firm without wavering until his fingers were almost expelled by the contractions of his sweet drooling hole. Feeling her walls throb and her swollen clitoris pulsate separate her mouth from that delicious pussy, even if she didn't want to, all by instinct.

The sobs had increased, and male growls were beginning to be heard.

The eldest was standing pumping his cock hard looking at his sweet girl almost crying, followed his instincts and spat on his fingers to masturbate the younger one a little more. Shuji watched intently as [Name] writhed trying to get away but also as he mounted his fingers. There were no words at the moment of penetrating it for the first time, I savor intensely how his cock plowed in his rubbery and drooling walls almost taking it out at first but he made an effort to attack it properly but without much strength seeing how now his sweet girl cried in full rule shedding fat tears without being able to close that sinful mouth, she couldn't help but chuckle ecstatically and admired how she seemed to sit still for a few microseconds in which with desperate hands she clung to her body scratching it.

He had fantasized so much about those nails scratching his back.

The older one impacted his hips against those of the younger one without any pause or merciful, with force and rapidity holding his weight with his hands on the surface of the table on each side of the woman's head, feeling so intensely the edge of the nails of others embedded in his back and his legs squeezing into his hips with such force barely allowing him to move.

"Wrist stop squeezing me so much I won't be able to move" hiss Shuji ending a strong but short onslaught, barely able to get a few centimeters his dick out of his soaked pussy but only received sharp and low shrieks. He incorporated himself as much as he could even with [Name's] flimsy arms on his body seeing his lost expression "The faces you make god"

[Name] barely managed to spin her thoughts only felt, felt how her pussy was attacked with such force that it reached points that her dildos could not and she felt so strange, more sensitive, very good but strange.

The stench of sex danced in the air and the table was soaked.

Shuji sealed her lips on her wrist's lips, violating her little mouth relentlessly to truly fuck her sweet pussy with strong, fast and straight to that point that was making her delirious. He felt the wet splashes of his dick in that needy hole, as his lower abdomen was splashed in those juices that he wished not to waste.

"D-daddy n-no, n-no please" asked between whimpers the minor cutting the wet kiss watching as her belly grew when her partner's cock was inside her and seeing how her pussy expelled so much liquid, she felt so strange but rich and without even realizing her hips moved meeting her onslaughts "S-I feel that q-I want to pee n-no"

At this frightened statement and as the youngest clung more to the elder, Shuji let out a laugh when he saw the panic to suck [Name's] tongue.

"Let it out, let's squirt doll that reaches my mouth fuck"

Between quick attacks and almost with hatred the child cried beautifully letting go of that knot in the belly, hiding her face in the hollow of her partner's neck without letting go feeling how a liquid came out almost under pressure from her wet, she could not control her tears or her voice. He was crying full-heartedly, he felt so sensitive.

Tears and drops remained.

Shuji didn't even have to get out of the rubbery walls to, the same force of his jet expelled him hard and he on the damn table, he could hear [Name's] sobs so he wrapped her in his arms lifting her from the table sticking her to his chest to leave a thousand kisses on her pearly face in sweat and tears.

"You don't know how much I adore you doll"

And that prayer was sealed with a sweet kiss that was half-reciprocated, an almost innocent kiss the opposite of the fuck before.

Runa and Tetta returned home at dawn to find their guest sitting across the coffee table in front of their daughter with a bundle of letters in his hands looking accusingly straight ahead. Both of them didn't even notice their arrival.

"You're a cheater [Name]!" squealed the eldest sharply and loudly as he started pulling more than eight cards.

Tetta watched her daughter laughing behind her card pack before starting to laugh at the outset.

"It's not my fault that you're a loser in the stupid ONE"

While Tetta felt something strange in the environment it could be for leaving his daughter alone with the guy she hated, but seeing how his wife wrapped her arms around their daughter from behind and began to shuffle all the cards to play again.

Maybe it was just his imagination combined with stress.

(Little did she know that under her pajamas [Name] had so many hickeys and hand marks and Hanma's back full of reddish lines that no longer bled but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her... yet).

I'm honestly sorry it was a bit lazy or pointless in parts, but I hope it's to your liking if you're not free to tell me.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader fem #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji x reader fem #tokyo revengers x reader smut #tokyo revengers smut #alessabriel ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ #aless writting ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

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🕷 writing idea - Spiderwoman reader fem 🕷

Thinking about spiderman 2099 finding a little explored universe where there is a spiderwoman; reader fem who has something similar to a symbiote but when she meets her and manages to recruit her into the Spider Society discovering that she was not bitten by a radioactive spider as such nor does she have a symbiote, in her universe there are supernatural concepts and she handles those concepts very well, and has what to the multiverse is the equivalent of the radioactive spider.

Only the shock of the rest of the Spider Society to see the closest thing to a spider monster/entity/demigoddess (in my mind I already named it and it's Arachne) emerge from it and protect it in blind spots to disappear immediately afterwards, or remain as a billowing trail of energy around Reader.

Reader and aracne living with everyone in the Spider Society.

Spiderman 1610 along with Spiderwoman Reader are on a mission to capture an anomaly in a very bizarre universe, they have little chance of catching them until that monster emerges from the shadows to wrap the frightened anomaly in almost pristine webs. Miles is terrified until he sees you emerge from under it at a leisurely pace.

Spiderwoman Reader: You're a bit rushed, Arachne, but thanks for your help -with both hands you cradle the spider's almost immense head before brushing it against your nose causing a happy squeak- when we get home we'll have ice cream.

Spiderman 1610 Miles: d-do you know him? -questions still attached to a wall away from you and the mountro-

Spiderwoman reader: she is aracne, she is the entity that lives in my soul and has me as a vessel, she is the equivalent of the radioactive spider that stung everyone -you say while extending an arm through which she climbs like liquid leaving a trail billowing behind- didn't you know thousands? -and you tilt your head curiously to the side-

Spiderman 1610 Miles:…

#i definitely need to write something inspired by this ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv #spiderman: into the spiderverse #itsv #reader fem! #itvs platonic #atvs platonic #writing idea #alessabriel ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ #aless writting ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ #platonic relationships itsv and atsv

[alessabriel]

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You can call me Elan, I'm 22 years old and I'm currently in college, I don't think it matters much but my sign is Pisces | INTP | Male pronouns. Clearly this blog is dedicated to writing about certain characters from anime, movies, series and video games, tec. However I only write when I have time and when I want to, I don't get requests.

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Dark content.

Content kink: If you really don't like anything dark or kinky (inc*st, dub-con, non-con, etc.)

Smut.

Possible misspellings.

Possible and little OoC.

Masterlist.

Noblesse.

Sk8.

Hypmic.

Tokyo revengers.

DC.

The Thundermans. 

Spider verse.

Wednesday.

Hazbin hotel.

Helluva Boss (coming soon).

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