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cheshirebitch · 1 month

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Alastor with a 1950’s housewife styled reader. When he sees her he doesn’t even understand why she’s in hell in the first place.

!!Mentions of domestic violence!!

She killed her husband for laying a hand on their child. She was slow and methodical with her kill, and when Alastor finds out he becomes enraptured by her. In awe of how proper and kind she is but how devastatingly cruel she can be if the circumstance calls for it.

He finds her duality alluring in a sense, and he’s so curious to see what fresh hell she’d let loose in hell if she decided to unleash herself upon some poor sinners.

This is my first request in a long time and I’m super tired so I hope this makes sense 😅

Oh boy, oh boy, did I love this idea and I hope I did you justice on it :)!

ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤

Alastor x Reader

“Alastor, dear, can you do me a favor?” I asked while smoothing my dress out nervously.

“Of course darling! What can I do for you my Angel?” Alastor started calling me that the day he met me. He was adamant that heaven messed up or I was a fallen angel for being too good. Every time he would go on one of his long stipples, I would have to keep my lips tight and calm my beating heart for two reasons. He really was too sweet to me and because I never want anyone to know my ugly truth. Not that I’m ashamed but because I don’t need everyone hunting down the man, especially considering he was alive and well in hell with me. I think he suffered considerably for his actions and I didn’t need the whole hotel, that was supposed to be a walking advertisement about redemption, trying to murder this man. Especially Alastor, he would be completely unforgiving.

He was always so polite when it concerned me and always had a compliment to throw my way.

“Mon Cher, looking elegant as always.”

“Darling, do smile more often. Hell would be much better with your sparkling smile.”

“What’s a looker like you doing at the bar by yourself? Care for company Angel?”

“Mon Cher,

“Would you be so kind to help me make dinner today? I truly didn’t expect the King of Hell to be visiting or I could’ve handled it on my own.” Exasperated that Charlie failed to mention, again, about her fathers visit. I rather not have him thinking an old housewife, such as myself, failed to uphold the standards I was raised with. This place will be spotless and perfect in two hours by my own hand, if Alastor agrees to assist me. I always batted his hands away when he’s tried before, being conditioned that all this work is only my job. My ex husband made sure I learned that too.

“Absolutely! Anything for my sweet Angel! Are you certain there is nothing else I can assist you with? Perhaps some cleaning, laundry, anything?” Alastor was leaning in towards my personal space as I pushed a finger over his massive smile. He truly is a pure gentleman despite his horrific sins he’s committed. Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to him?

“Oh, no. Just some help in the kitchen will be fine. I just need someone to watch over the meal as it cooks so it doesn’t burn while I clean the rest of this hotel.” I smiled at him as polite as I could while trying not to tremble over the simple act of asking for help. It’s always involuntary when I flinch at a man, so much so that I’ve overheard conversations about it from the group. Charlie and Angel express their concerns to me but the rest just watch with pity in their eyes.

“Angel, certainly there is more I can do?” He gave me his smile still, slightly strained, but concern and a small hint of frustration were in those burgundy eyes. I pretended to think on it before shaking my head.

“That simply won’t do. I will handle all kitchen duties and you can clean. Don’t try to stop me.” Alastor morphed through the shadows as I raced to beat him to the kitchen, only to be met with a locked door. I huffed before giving in, but only because I was on a tight schedule. Fighting with Alastor’s stubbornness was at the bottom of my list and making sure this place was spiffy was at the top. So, I raced around on the lobby floor, cleaning everything and everything. I couldn’t help but notice how Alastor was trying to slyly send his shadow and Niffty to help. Ignoring them on purpose, faking ignorance for his sake, and kept cleaning at my full speed.

By the time I noticed there was nothing left to do, I was out of breath and was done one hour earlier than I thought I would be. That was also considering how I had two extra sets of helping hands plus the fact I didn’t have to check the kitchen at all. I smiled as I panted out, wiping the sweat from my brow. I sauntered into the kitchen, now with unlocked doors, and had my hands on my hips as I watched Alastor finish cooking everything I had laid out. I had a bandana on to keep my hair pulled up and stop the sweat from running down my neck. It was the pretty maroon and black one Alastor gave me the first year I knew him.

“Lovely to see you using the things I get you.” Without even turning around, he knew what I was wearing and didn’t degrade me for not completing these tasks completely on my own or faster. The smile spread on my face as I began to tease back.

“Always lovely to see you cooking. Don’t think I don’t see that tail wagging happily, deer.” I emphasized on his nickname being used more so as what animal he was. His ears twitched as he turned around with a playful grin. My tail whipped around behind me, showing I was teasing him playfully. He leaned closer, invading my personal space again.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Angel. I’m just helping a deer friend out.” He chuckled at his own pun, making me smile and nudge him. This is what normally happens when one of us tells a joke, it turns into a pun war. Right now though, I guess it was deer themed with a hint of good tension between us. He had us switching places, where I was the one with the counter behind me and he with nothing. Walking closer and closer, getting more into eachothers spaces with no complaints. Which of itself, others would find quite odd how Alastor wasn’t upset by myself being this close to him.

“That pun wasn’t one of your best. Dare I say, I wasn’t too fawn of that one.” His smile widened with genuine happiness without anything evil being the cause of it. It really was beautiful. I couldn’t help but morph my smile from a playful one to a genuine smile as well, full of admiration. I could even feel my eyes basically forming heart shapes for him.

“Angel?” His eyes looked relaxed along with his smile, he was still leaning so close to me I could feel his coat tickling my skin.

“Yes, deer?” He smiled more before continuing.

“How are you in Hell? Really?” My smile froze as I panicked slightly. He was someone I could see hunting my ex husband down and brutally killing for what he’s done, especially towards me and my family. My hands moved before I could stop them, gripping his with mine. His eyes looked confused at our hands before looking at me, waiting for what it was.

“Promise me, Al, that you’ll let it go after I tell you.” His eyes searched mine before he sighed out.

“You know I can’t promise that, my Angel.” One of his claws carefully brushed my cheek slowly. He started moving slower with his movements when they were towards me after noticing how I flinched. The bright red claws remained on my face as I looked away, defeated.

“It wasn’t always horrible with him, my late husband and father of my two beautiful girls.” I smiled as I mentioned my children, who have long lived their lives after my death, and both in heaven.

“But after a couple years when my youngest turned four, Paul wasn’t the same. He was laid off from his fancy office job and started drinking when he couldn’t find work. We had to sell our home and move. I started working at a couple diners and cleaning for a couple homes, anything to make the bills.” My smile turned sad as Alastor’s turned strained the second I spoke of alcohol. His grip tightened slightly but never enough to hurt me.

“He would get angry when I came home late, how the house was a mess, when the children got fussy, and just anything that involved work for him. That’s when I got tired and mouthed off.” Alastor’s upper lip curled in disgust at what was about to be spoken next.

“He didn’t like that, slapped me back in place.” Alastor’s eyes squinted.

“I think you’re downplaying it, Angel.” I sheepishly grin, knowing he’s right.

“A little.”

“Tell the truth now, darling.”

“He beat me till I couldn’t stand anymore. I tried fighting back but…” I shook my head and felt my eyes burning.

“I was just a silly housewife.” He took his claw and gently swiped away a fallen tear. It was the only tear I will let fall.

“I only said enough when he went to hit the oldest for trying to pull him off of me.” Tension was rising up my spine and locking my jaw tight. Alastor’s radio static picked up even more the second I spoke that sentence. I could feel his anger radiating from him.

“I hated him for it, so much so I killed him.” I looked up at Alastor right when his eyes dilated, recognizing the shock and admiration that was swirling in his eyes. His smile spread out across his face more as the radio static cut silent, then he spoke without any static in his voice.

“My, my, what have we got here? Dare I say my Angel is really a demon after all?” I could tell he said it with slight humor, still thinking I’m too pure to be in hell.

“I poisoned him for months with rat poisoning in his alcohol. He chose his own death, I just sped it up. Everyone thought he died of alcohol poisoning but it was me. I’d do it again if it meant my kids never had to see that ever again. He could’ve lived if he just chose his family over the alcohol.” I shrugged with no remorse for my actions.

“While he was getting more and more ill, I would watch from the doorway of our bedroom, where he slept. Just holding a kitchen knife and sharpening it, watching him sleep horribly.” Alastor smiled wider, wider than I thought possible really, and dipped me down gracefully. His arm behind my back holding me completely as his other hand delicately glided his ruby claw down my cheek.

“Mon Cher, penser que je ne pourrais pas t'aimer davantage.” **

Alastor was immediately thinking about how he’d worship her forever and was intrigued to see what fresh hell she would unleash by his side with this daunting loyalty and protective spirit. He also took note to pay a visit to dear ol’ Paul, the current bartender that replaced Husk at the casino in town.

** translation - “My dear, to think that I couldn’t love you more.”

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libraryraccoon · 2 months

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Hi, I would like to request Alastor with a reader who is like the Trailblazer from Star rail please

I just like to think that their dynamic would drive everyone up the walls

- Alastor unleashing Trailblazer!Reader on the world

Gender : GN

Pronouns : None

Message of Raccoon : Alastor with a Caelus/Trailblazer!Reader but it's mostly crack.

Alastor

First of all, you look like a raccoon.

I'm not the one who makes the rules.

You were, in fact, an angel.

But you were fallen because you rummaged through people's trash…

So now you're in Hell.

Alastor met you shortly after you arrived, you were beating up demons with an angelic baseball bat when he found you.

He immediately found you interesting, because :

You had an angelic weapon, a baseball bat. It was the first time he had seen a baseball bat as an angelic weapon.

You were a raccoon demon and you were in a fight. Raccoon demons, according to popular belief, were people who flew unnoticed and fled from any type of battle; they didn't like to fight.

You were beautiful.

But, like, the kind of beauty that was misused.

With all these points taken into account, yes he find you interesting.

Alastor came to talk to you before taking you to the Hazbin Hotel.

Over time, he understood that you were the exception who confirmed the rule on raccoon demons.

Why ? Because you were a being of chaos.

Not a day went by without someone seeing you running through hell, angelic baseball bat in hand, creating chaos and destroying everything.

Carmilla brought him to her neighborhood one day at 3AM because you were creating chaos there.

He swears that it's you who create the principle of chaos.

And when you're not creating chaos, you're rummaging through trash…

How Alastor even began to love you is a mystery even he doesn't have the answer to.

When Alastor realized that he love you, he had two reactions :

“Holy shit I can be in love.” Coming off the aromantic 'can't feel romantic feelings at all' spectrum was NOT one of the things he wanted this year.

“HOLY SHIT I FALL FOR THE VIOLENT RACCOON FROM HELL”

Denial. Instantly.

It took him 3 months to come out of the first phase of the grief, the denial.

Not about being able to love, no, he accepted that.

But falling in love with you ?

Hell nah.

It took him 4 months to accept it, finally coming out of his grief.

He complained to Rosie about it, 100%.

“How could I fall for someone like that..” -Alastor, totally done with all this shit.

“Look on the bright side, Y/N is handsome.” -Rosie, not understanding the seriousness of the situation.

He didn't confess, praying that his feelings would go away.

It was you who confess.

He helped you heal some of your wounds, and you just said "Thank you, I love you." Before kissing his forehead and leaving, like if it was normal.

After that, you got the "you can touch me but not too much" pass, which allowed you to touch Alastor.

And you use it too often at Alastor's opinion.

Now, when you're not digging through trash, not doing what you were created for (chaos), you stay with Alastor.

People don't fuck with Alastor anymore, not because they're afraid to be in his radio show, oh no no ! They didn't want to meet the madman that he call his partner.

You two are the most feared duo/couple in Hell.

Even if in truth you are just two people who love each other and love chaos.

Alastor entertained himself by watching the chaos you created. It's canon, I don't make the rules.

The Hazbin Hotel crew judges you so LOUD.

Charlie is the only one to support you two with Niffty.

Angel Dust asks too many questions for his well-being about you and the history of your relationship.

Vaggie is, and always will be, shocked to see you touch Alastor without consequences, or even to see you kiss him.

Husk asked you how you can love Alastor...

You took 3 hours for explaining the why-

No one asked after that.

Sir Pentious was just like "🧍‍♂️ does that mean you're Alastor's weakness ?"

Lucifer give you a lot of side eyes.

No, I won't elaborate.

Vox tried to kidnap you…

…

There was a week without Vox on TV, and every time someone mentioned your name, he flinched.

Let's not even talk about when he sees you after that..

Alastor himself doesn't want to know what you did to him.

You are the more affectionate and touchy one in the relationship.

Alastor always knows what you are thinking by your expressions.

The day you told him you were an angel and why you were sent to Hell, he was shocked.

Because, how on the 7 circles of Hell, a being of chaos was an angel ??

He just asked "How can an angel be so chaotic ?"

And you just shrugged your shoulders.

You yourself didn't know how you got to Heaven in the first place-

I just know that you touch his ears and his deer tail as soon as you are in private, and that even before being a couple.

You're just a 'I need to touch everything' person.

Alastor tried to get you to stop digging through the trash, but he never succeeded.

Alastor loves you, yes, but sometimes (read : often) he wishes he didn't.

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soulrph · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

you long-suffering, endlessly patient angels get two memes today bc i deleted everything in my inbox on my rp blog and i made these memes to top off a solidly productive day! also, if you ever feel guilty about “not being productive” or having to delete drafts and memes in your tumblr life, DON’T! you’re wonderful and valid and your personal comfort and peace of mind is far more important than an overwhelming inbox or draft count! anyway, these are also self-serving, but also i feel no shame bc there’s an extreme lack of this very good vibe in my line of work, so here u go besties. DO NOT ADD ANYTHING TO THIS LIST!!

DATE UPDATED: 19/10/22

[ PIN ]: sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together.

[ SWORD ]: sender invites the receiver to engage in sword fighting practice with them.

[ AIM ]: sender and receiver go to target practice together (using any weapon of choice).

[ GUIDE ]: sender readjusts the receiver’s stance and posture with their hands while training together.

[ STRIKE ]: sender aims a blow (via either their fists or their weapon) at the receiver.

[ BLOCK ]: sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.

[ ARMOR ]: sender helps to show the receiver how to wear and take care of their armor.

[ PREPARE ]: sender guides the receiver through some pre-battle stretching exercises.

[ CHALLENGE ]: sender challenges the receiver to a sparring match/actual fight.

[ TEND ]: sender and receiver tend to one another’s wounds in the aftermath of a fight.

[ RESTRAIN ]: sender physically restrains the receiver from attacking someone else.

[ FEND ]: sender adopts a defensive position that stops the receiver from launching an attack on them.

[ PUNCH ]: sender punches the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ KICK ]: sender launches a kick at the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ TACKLE ]: sender physically tackles the receiver during a fight.

[ DRAG ]: sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight.

[ UP ]: sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a fight/sparring match.

[ BACK ]: sender stands behind the receiver while in the midst of battle in order to help them fight off their enemies.

[ ARRIVE ]: just as the receiver is about to lose hope and become defeated, the sender arrives at the last minute to help them fight their enemies.

[ EXTRA ]: sender hands the receiver a spare weapon during a fight to give them a better chance after they break or lose their own.

[ WALL ]: sender slams the receiver against a wall during a fight/sparring match.

[ COVER ]: sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.

[ POWER ]: sender and/or receiver use their powers during a sparring match in order to develop and enhance their abilities.

[ UNLEASH ]: sender, while fighting with the receiver during a physical confrontation, uses their powers in an effort to gain the upper hand.

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circeyoru · 2 months

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I can have Yandere Alastor dying for Adam and saving the reader... And because he said he went to heaven and became an angel... ( that would be funny Alastor angel )... What would happen?

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

Pretty sure Alastor would just die and not go to heaven cause it's more like Sir Pentious' scene. Alastor would have regretted that he'll be leaving you, and while self-sacrifice can put him in Heaven as a redeeming element, it's not enough.

BUT! Let's say he got into Heaven. What happens then?

Let's start with your side. Previously, there's a recently posted ask about Reader being powerful, as noted by Lucifer. Seeing Alastor's death and final protection to you, you'd definitely unleash hell on Adam and fatally injure him before you enter your slumber mode (then Charlie and Lucifer take over the battle).

You are still brought to the hotel and nursed back to health, but it's Lucifer that does it and your process is speed up because he knows what to do and there's no Alastor to slow it down. When you wake up, the hotel members all question you. You just replay what happened before you slept. Right, Alastor's dead. You're very very tempted to follow suit, but Lucifer stopped you. What you did in the end was went back home to try and forget about it all. But your home was filled with reminders of Alastor and your moments with him.

Unable to bear with it, you asked if Lucifer could arrange somewhere else for you. He did and you moved, not without casting charms to keep the place off limits to other demons from the within. Then started your journey to drowning out your sorrow without Alastor's presence. This was what you meant when you shouldn't have fallen for him. The back of your mind laughed at you.

With Alastor. He met with his mother. Can you believe it? He talked things out with her, and caught up with her and his life. When it came to the topic of love came up, Alastor was knocked with a painful headache.

There's a theory (that I think can be applied here) that the souls in Heaven forget their lives before entering into Heaven. The moment Alastor was redeemed and appeared in Heaven, he forgot everything, he forgot you.

The headache was a distortion or disruption done by your powers. You held his soul, secretly, you have given him Perfect Memory when it came to your memories with him after accepting your feelings towards him. Now he's conflicted because Heaven's power is battling against yours.

Alastor's wings brought him the closest he could to Hell, a portal that was only accessed to specific individuals. The closer to Hell he was, the more he remembered and vividly felt that possessiveness and obsessiveness he had towards you. It was all coming back to him.

Let's say when he remembers you, he's grateful and prideful that you secretly protected him against Heaven's lies and attempted to take him from you or you from him. This level of care and attention shows you want him in your life! He has to return to you now!

"If that love of yours means everything to you, you should go." His mother advised, she only wanted his happiness, it didn't matter if he was there with her or if she wasn't the cause of his happiness. She truly is an angel, isn't she?

With his new memories, Alastor signed up as an exterminator, raising in ranks, he became one of the leaders that could go down to Hell. He could feel it, the long-awaited reunion between him and you.

Will you like his new look? Or prefer his old one? He'll fall and return to you. He will. He definitely will. Nothing will separate you two.

Nothing!

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cherubfae · 2 months

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Um hi, would it be ok if I could request Hazbin Hotel Alastor relationship headcanons with a half human/half angel s/o? Please and thank you!

fallen angel sinner!partner || alastor x reader

tags: this is almost exactly my OC lmao 😂, gn!afab!reader, established relationships, protective!Alastor

a/n: I did my best with this, I don't think Al would be much different in a relationship no matter what type of demon you are!

•Absolutely thinks you are a divine creature! Such glorious wings you have! Very fluffy, delicate, and soft. He doesn't mind when you wrap him up in your wings but he won't admit it.

• Alastor is quite protective of you, especially with your wings. With their strength and angelic abilities, other more foul demons may try to take them from you.

• He thinks you go well together! That you're the absolute bee's knees! This demon absolutely adores having you on his arm! You're so sweet and precious and he's honored to call you his.

• Might let you take him on flights. Might. The image of him being carried by the waist while you fly him over the city doesn't have the most appealing image for him.

• If you need help with your preening, Alastor will do his best to help you. Gives any of your extra feathers to Niffty.

• Please, wrap him up in your wings when she snuggle close together at night. He's gonna act grumpy but he loves the comfort they provide.

• Keeps one of your feathers in his pocket. It's kinda like his fidget toy. Running his fingers over the smooth and silky texture. It's become a calming thing for him. He absentmindedly strokes them when you're close by and in private. It helps him think.

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• Should anyone pose a threat to you, Alastor will immediately stand between you two, baring his teeth ready to unleash his full power.

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d4rkpluto · 1 year

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♇ venus' anger is often looked over and under-appreciated this mirrors how feminine rage is rarely taken seriously! aphrodite the greek counterpart of the roman goddess, venus, i known for her anger; lucifer the fallen angel himself is ruled by venus and is known for his rebellion, anger, envy and pride.

♇ venus in astrology can show how someone might express their "feminine" rage; think of it as rage that has been held in for too long and it finally unleashed ⬎

♇ venus in aries/1h ⟶ i believe that everyone is aware that those who have venus in aries are people who get angry quickly, or they could be described as people who make rash and bold decisions. they're people who are very expressive with their emotions, both aries/1h rules the face, so majority of the time whenever an individual has venus in aries or in the first house, how they feel would be very telling. they're people who like to make others know that they're upset, and usually take it to the stage and point out the people who have crossed them. explosive people, depending on what other placements they have, they are people who dont think when they are pissed off or can be very strategic with it. they're not people who allow shit to continuously hit them, the moment they realise someone has been awful to them, they will immediately react. could get angry if someone attempts to ruin how other people perceive them, if someone attempts to ruin their life path or self-worth.

♇ venus in taurus/2h ⟶ it could be said that it might take longer for those who have venus in taurus or in the second house to become angry, but as they are ruled by the bull, the moment they get tempered, it'll take quite long for them to become less angry. they're people who are very vocal about their anger, the type to shout louder than the person they're arguing with, might sometimes be told to stop shouting when arguing. their throats or necks might tense a lot, or their eyes or eyebrows might become very tense. whenever people with venus in the second house/or in taurus get annoyed, it's normally due to a good reason as they are patient people. the type to get angry when people make them feel less valued, or if someone messes with something that is theirs, or if someone attempts to hurt their family.

♇ venus in gemini/3h ⟶ when it comes to "feminine rage" i feel like it's very interesting with people who have venus in gemini or in the third house, because these are people who will very likely get their lick back. very mentally-driven people, quick to react, quick to plan as they're mischievous and cunning. they're quick to switch and are not afraid to show or communicate if someone pisses them off. they're people who cannot hold themselves back, which is something they have in similar with people who have venus in aries or in the first house, but what makes these individuals who have venus in gemini or in the third house different is that they would taunt and annoy the person, when they're angry they might move their hands a lot as if they're animated. they're people who like to drive the people who have pissed them off insane. very like, you disrespected me once? watch me do it ten times more! likely going to get angry if someone makes fun of their intelligence, relatives or how they speak.

♇ venus in cancer/4h ⟶ it becomes more emotional here, i see that people with venus in cancer or those who have venus in the fourth house are people who allow people, and especially people they love to trample over their respect continuously, which does cause them to get passive aggressive, but its one step away from them bursting. they're people who hurt back emotionally, they like to make others feel their rage and the emotions they had to go through. the type of people who's face gets really red when annoyed or something about their face just sticks out. when their pent up anger explodes, it normally happens if the other party does something to drive the cancer/4h individual to the edge, but when they're pissed off they'll fight with all their might. they're most likely are going to get angry if people put them in uncomfortable positions all the time, if someone disrespects their family or mother or if someone repeatedly attempts to take advantage of their kindness.

♇ venus in leo/5h ⟶ what a fierce placement to have when it comes to anger, the feminine rage is present and bold! it is easy for people who have venus in leo or in the fifth house to become angry because their ego and pride means much to them, they like to feel like they are the top dog, and when they feel like people, specifically men are attempting to pull them down and humble them it pisses them off. these people become beastly and easily remind people who they are and who they have just pissed off. their entire body becomes really tense and they might clench their fists a lot; like i have implied, they are people who would become angry if they feel like someone tries to overtake them, take away their pride and recognition, step on their success and make them feel like they are nothing.

♇ venus in virgo/6h ⟶ this placement for me is giving me silent anger, which is scary because you dont know what the person is going to do, virgo/6h a very technical and reciprocative sign/home. think of the this type of feminine rage of "back to sender", they'll give back what they are given, because to them its fair, a servicing sign, but in this matters, they'll serve revenge! are the type of people who would get physical if they need to, they can normally get worked up in a work environment, or a place where they usually surround themselves in. i remember when someone who had venus in the 6h said to me that whenever they dont release their anger their stomach hurts.

♇ venus in libra/7h ⟶ feminine rage within the sign of libra and the house of the seventh, is quite similar with virgo/6h but they're not the same type of people who would give what was given to them. in the end, yes, they would want karma and justice, but these are the type of people who would want to ruin any bond you have, it could be a bond with an inanimate object, with a person; feminine rage with venus in libra/7h like to use everything to prove a point. for example, it's like someone pressing all buttons in a fighting game to win, will most likely tell other people what someone has done to them to get people on their side. will likely behave this way in situations where they feel threatened, if people are fake to them, if they're being cheated on etc.

♇ venus in scorpio/8h ⟶ the type to lose themselves when it comes to their rage, very intimidating and scary when they're put in a position where they have to explode, as scorpio/8h individuals are normally people who hold everything in before they express how they feel, though, they are the type of people who work behind the scenes. if you're looking for a job, they'd call the manager and try and get the job type of anger; they're dramatic, when pushed to point, they're like a fire-breathing dragon who would burn down everything in their way, even the people who weren't apart of dispute, just to prove their point. they can easily get pushed when they feel like their privacy is being shared, you'll likely see them behave this way when someone they've deeply trusted shows their true colours/betrays them. or if someone has been getting on their nerves too much.

♇ venus in sagittarius/9h ⟶ very harley quinn like energy when it comes to their rage, it's like anger makes them drunk and causes them to do the upmost craziest things, they're people who like to play God, everything they do they will feel like they're righteous about it because the person has done them wrong. this is the type of person who would mock people out of anger and belittle anything and everything about the other party, they dont care if it's about their appearance, wealth, health or just anything to make the other person feel like shit. they can become arrogant and have dickwad behaviour, they would likely get angry over themes of what they believe in, trading, gambling, or anything they feel protective over, could be a hobby, song, skill or famous person.

♇ venus in capricorn/10h ⟶ it's interesting with people who have venus in capricorn, they're similar with their element sister, taurus; virgo are quicker because how they're ruled by mercury. however being ruled by saturn takes them longer to put forward any action but when they do they remind others that they're the "top dog" similar to those who have venus in leo or venus in the fifth house. howbeit, individuals with venus in capricorn or the tenth house dont like it when they feel like their status or authority is being questioned it makes them feel like their whole presence or identity isnt being respected. they're logical with how they do things, not really the type to go all out but they would be open to public humiliation to those who have done them wrong.

♇ venus in aquarius/11h ⟶ known for its unpredictable energy as a whole, you really dont know what you're going to get with people who have venus in aquarius or venus in the eleventh house, because you dont know what they're going to do or when they're going to do it. you can do something to them a year ago but the moment a pin drops to the ground is the second the volcano erupts, uncontrollable with what they do, the type to smash glass when they're angry, hurting the environment when they're pissed off. all types of things can get them angry they're like the wheel of fortune, would definitely get angry if you hurt their friends or disrupt their safe space. the type to bounce their legs when angry.

♇ venus in pisces/12h ⟶ emotional wrecks, imagine cassie when nate broke up with her or when they were arguing in his bedroom. they would behave like they have something to prove and they honestly do, people might underestimate them a lot and use their sensitivity and kindness as a reason to walk over them. majority of the times they might even let said people to do so but they have a breaking point because they're human! the type to get so angry that it haunts their dreams, the type to turn to something spiritual to get their revenge, venus can get really dark and people minimise how scary venus can get, people with venus in pisces or the twelfth house sacrifice themselves so much for other people so when they arrive to the "after all i've done" moment they go feral.

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*ੈ✩ summary:when you tease Jack just a little bit too much before the Scream VI movie premiere, making it difficult for him to stay grounded in the theater, especially with your lingering hands.

*ੈ✩ 𝐩𝐚��𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 :Jack Champion x reader

*ੈ✩ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:Established Relationship,Making Out,Public Sex,Grinding, and Overstimulation

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It had been the Scream VI movie screening, the room packed with casting crew and lucky chosen fans littered throughout the Los Angeles movie theater, the movie you had starred in alongside your boyfriend Jack.

Having the privilege to cram in the front once the lights had dimmed, the very touchy and needy Jack could keep his hands off of you, your armrest folded up so his arm could drape comfortably over your shoulder and hold you close.

"Try not to get too handsy in front of our coworkers, honey." You whisper into his ear, watching him squirm in his seat in your peripheral vision.

He was a great actor, amazing even for being able to cover up the massive fact that he was close to breaking a sweat in his tight black and red suit from how worked up he was from having to interrupt the very heated makeout season you had teased him with the minute you had to leave.

It had been like modern day torture having to stride through a crowd of fans and familiar faces, taking pictures, and signing autographs at the entrance as if he wasn’t sporting a massive boner.

Jack prayed to whoever was watching above that he wouldn't see his name trending on Twitter with the discourse of his massive bulge being the main topic for the night. "I know, I know," he shuddered, curling closer into your side.

There was no point in paying attention to the trailers that lit up the massive screen when a much more entertaining performance was being shown right beside you.

You caught Jack nervously covering his erection with the large bucket of popcorn he had bought to cover up the fact that he was trying to relieve some of his tension with the pick up of his breathing and his lashes fluttering, his eyes struggling to focus on what was being shown on screen.

"Are you doing okay over there?" You asked, watching as his eyebrows frowned and his lips pressed together. Once his alluring, blown dark pupils met yours, the environment around you two had shifted into something dangerous.

He didn't even have to answer you, already telling you from the clear of his throat and his slight panting that the bucket of popcorn was his greatest enemy, pressing almost too perfectly against his dick.

"I’m fine." was all that he could manage through his fake gummy smile that had fallen quite quickly after his words had departed, seeking out outside comfort with his other hand moving to the plush of your thigh and giving you a knowing squeeze.

"You sure?" You were teasing him again, smirking at the bob of his Adam's apple as your breath fanned against the sole of his ear.

Speaking in a lower tone than necessary, it was clear what side of the battle you were on, and it certainly was not his.

Unleashing your most hard hitting attack with the slight grope of your hand on his thigh, replacing the weight from the popcorn with your own fingers, to any curious lurking eyes, it would have looked like you had been resting in the bucket.

It was all a front that allowed your fingers to go under the front buttons of his pants. Jack let out a long exhale through his nose with his neck slumped back at the small moment of mercy.

The hiss from your palm grabbing him straightforward by the hilt was covered up by a fake slight cough, his hand covering his mouth now to cover the small noises that threatened to slip from his lips as your touch did nothing but make him tenser as his muscles clenched over this suddenly entrapped feeling fabric of his fancy clothes.

You weren't as helpful as he’d thought you would be, the sloppy work of your wrist stroking him and loose hold around his length had him taking matters into his own hands.

Jack reached down and wrapped his hand over yours, guiding your continued strokes up and down to hold him just tight enough to make him work up enough to start pathetically trembling around your fingertips.

The fiction was starting to become deadly, and the much needed handjob seemed to be making him more worked up, knowing what a risky place he had chosen to have his dick out. Only the popcorn bucket in his lap rustling covered the lewd, slick sound of your hands picking up pace.

His breathing became more labored, and his body heat was starting to turn him into a personal heater as he struggled to muffle his reactions with every grace of his sensitive veins that you would purposely make pulse with a gentle brush or squeeze, sending shivering white sparks of pleasure to surge through his worked nerves.

You heard Jack release with a shaking, trembling breath, his panting slowly subsiding as the warmth of his mess coated your hand, and you had not let go of your pace, drawing a genuine, sensitive gasping reaction from him as you continued to push him over the peak he had already dropped from.

"One more for good luck?" You smirked, finding your own enjoyment in watching your boyfriend struggle to keep his score, knowing that he would have to struggle for the rest of the entire movie with you teasing him.

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Common Interest

Douma x Fem!Reader

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Synopsis: (Modern AU) There is nothing wrong with the routine of day to day life, but there is a wild side in all of us that needs to be unleashed...will Douma help you do just that?

Warnings: Smut. Mild BDSM. Shibari. Spanking. Oral sex. Anal play. Nipple play. Vaginal sex. Sex toys. Temperature play. Mild Dom!Douma. Modern AU.

A/N: Happy Birthday, my gorgeous friend ❤️ 💗💖💖💕@doumadono ! This is a small belated B-day gift for you. I hope my take on Douma is to your satisfaction.

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Intense pleasure, like waves of an unruly ocean, was flowing through you, trapped in the confines of flesh and blood, making the latter boil and course through your system reaching every muscle and stimulating every nerve. The friction of his penis against your wet, spasming walls, the soft kisses and insatiable hands trying to touch every inch of you, this was not just sex, this was worship. You were drowning and being taken down to may it be heaven or hell by your very own fallen angel. You knew you could not be without…

……..

The neighbourhood you moved to was the quintessence of quiet suburbia, maybe a little too quiet and far away from your favourite place, the bustling city centre, but this was all you could afford for now and there was nothing to complain about, not really. Apart from maybe, that you were single and the overwhelming majority of your neighbours were families and retirees. However, it was close to work, shops, parks, and your favourite gym. You did love the buzz and action of the city, especially on the weekends after dark, but it was nice to stay away from the noise as well. Although, you did feel lonely and, well, you had your needs after all. Little did you know, that your calm and uneventful life was about to change.

Saturday morning began as usual, with you feeding your cat and having your coffee at the dinner table by the front window. It was spring and you had your window open, inhaling the fresh scent of the air and listening to birds chirping. It was early enough that none of the perfect families was venturing out to kids’ activities yet. Suddenly, the tranquillity was interrupted by the roar of an approaching motorbike. The sound was harsh and brutal in contrast to the idyllic sounds of weekend morning suburbia. It was annoying and you could not wait for it to stop, but instead, the noise grew louder, with the appearance of the said motorbike around the street corner. The bike continued toward your house and stopped on the neighbouring property’s driveaway. The property was for sale for a while and just the other week a sold sign came up.

The bike was impressive: huge, of a sports model, black with red and gold details, but what really caught your attention was its owner. A tall, slim, what looked like a quite fit man dressed in black leather racing overall stepped off the machine. Long streaks of pale blond hair fell down his shoulders from underneath the helmet that carried the matching colour scheme of the bike. You were staring. Literally staring. When he finally took off his helmet, you nearly dropped your coffee mug. He had the face of an angel, with layered, white-blond hair framing his face. You could not see his eyes properly, but there was a glint of rainbow reflecting in them when he looked up from his bike. Was this your new neighbour?

After he disappeared inside the house, you went about your business with grocery shopping being first on your agenda. When you came back, there was a large removalist truck outside. As you stepped out of your car, the blond man appeared out of the house together with two moving firm workers. He looked your way, smiled, and waved and that is when you saw it, his eyes…. They were rainbow-coloured with a happy expression and together with his adorable smile, you were nearly floored.

The weekend flowed on, with your usual activities while the typical building and recently moved-in sounds from next door were the sonic backdrop.

You did not see much of your new neighbour throughout the week as you had a lot to catch up with at work and booked dinners with some friends you have not seen in a while. Friday night, just when you were venturing out into the city, you saw a woman arrive at your new neighbour’s house. A natural sting of jealousy caught you off guard. He was taken, of course. What else did you expect from someone like that? Quickly, you changed the focus of your thoughts and proceeded to have a great night with your friends.

Come Saturday night, a woman arrived at his door again. But…it was someone else than the one last night. Hmm. A sister, a friend? It could not have been as once again, you could see her leave in the morning, just like that other woman did. He was a bit of a player then. Not surprising. The following weekend, your suspicions were confirmed as once again, two completely new women visited his place and stayed overnight. In some way, you were relieved. At least he was not taken, right?

You woke up earlier than usual on the following Monday and decided to water the small flower bed in front of your house since you had some time to spare. Still sleepy, you did not notice that you had company, your new neighbour was outside cleaning his bike.

‘Good morning, neighbour’

You turned around startled only to be met with a brilliant smile and sparkly rainbow eyes directed toward you.

‘Good morning.’ You replied.

He jumped over the low, symbolic fence dividing your houses and came closer to you.

‘I am Douma. It is nice to finally meet you.’

‘Nice to meet you too, Douma. I am y/n.’

After a short chat, he blurted out

‘Hey, come over tonight, won’t you? We could have some pizza and beers if you like junk food, that is’ he laughed.

‘Oh, I love junk food and don’t worry, I will work it out at the gym if I have too much’ You grinned.

‘Cool, see you tonight. 6.30 pm?’

‘Yeah, see you then’ you answered.

Your pretend calm washed off you as soon as you went back inside. ‘Oh my god, oh my god! I am going to be one on one with him tonight!’ You were trying to figure out how to get off work earlier just to get properly ready.

The day went by fast and all jumpy and excited you were now standing outside of his door waiting for him to let you in.

And there he was, smiling and chatty. His living room was, well more or less a classic bachelor’s den with a large sofa, oversized tv and sound system, posters of motorbikes and no plants as far as you could see. He was about to order pizza and while you both waited for it to be delivered, you were downing beer at a fast pace. He was super easygoing and talkative, so the hours went by quickly. Before you were about to go home you asked him to show you his house, it was essentially a copy of yours so you were curious about what he has done to make it his. As you were walking through the corridor, you passed a closed room, a version of which you turned into a study in your own house. He kept on walking, but you stopped and asked:

‘What’s in here?’

‘Hmm, nothing special really’ he replied.

‘Oh, common, show me, it cannot be that bad unless you store dead bodies in there, I just want to see what you have done to it. Back at my place, I turned that room into a study and it is becoming a favourite of mine now.’

He was hesitant for a moment, but then he gave you a quick top to toe glance and stopped at your tight leather pants…

‘Ok then, but remember I warned you’ he said with a grin.

He slowly opened the door and flicked the light switch. What suddenly got exposed to your eyes made you gasp, it was…. a sex room. A swing, a large bed covered with black bedsheets, all kinds of restraints, toys, whips, handcuffs, etc, were neatly hung on the walls, together with a few beautiful fantasy and hentai erotica artworks. You were speechless, your thoughts racing. Your body reacted as well … you could feel your nipples harden and the sudden clench of your pelvic muscles contracting. The coil in your stomach tightened and your pussy was slowly on the verge of aching, you were speechless.

You were interrupted from taking in the sight by Douma:

‘Are you going to run away now?’ he smirked.

But he was also blushing, the man with a sex room in his house was blushing… It was almost adorable.

‘No, no, it is ok. I just did not expect this.’

He tilted his head and smiled with his eyes narrowing a little

‘So, maybe, you like what you see then…?’

You were looking him in the eyes now and your need was slowly reaching the thin line of no return.

‘I do. I do like it.’

There was something more you wanted to say, but were slightly too shy to. However, you started to notice something darker behind the sparkly rainbow of his eyes and that encouraged you to whisper out:

‘I’m actually into light bondage and that sort of stuff.’

He studied your face now and after a moment of hesitation said

‘Well then, how about a session on Friday night.’

Nothing could really surprise you anymore at this stage. You knew ‘that’ required some prep, but you were needy now… You stepped closer to him and as if understanding your wishes, he put his arms around you, lowered his head and kissed you. Your body responded instantly, anticipation of more was flooding through you as large hands slid down on your leather-clad ass. You moaned lightly and that is when he pulled away.

‘Mmm, it feels good, right? But you know what, let us build up some extra tension and wait until Friday.’

You were disappointed, but it was getting late and both of you were starting early tomorrow so you had to comply with his surprisingly responsible plan.

The rest of the week went painfully slow for your liking. You just could not wait. You made sure to prep yourself for Friday with the appropriate toys and gadgets. You also got hold of a stunning outfit. You were more than ready. And then finally, it was Friday and you were standing outside of Douma’s door.

…

The feeling of his hands roaming all over your body was exhilarating. His large hands were gliding on the oiled latex of your sexy outfit and on your supple skin. He was kissing you all over your neck and back up to your pouting lips, just to snake his tongue between them to claim the inside of your mouth. His tongue found yours and you were soon devouring each other. It was like being completely consumed by his being, your legs going weak and your head blindly following his movement. It was like a dance, an instinctive primal rhythm setting the pace for your bodies to follow. You soon found yourself lying flat on the bed with him mounting you. He kept on kissing and caressing every inch of your body, carefully avoiding any of the parts that truly craved his attention. His face was like an angel’s, with a halo of white hair illuminated by the warm light of candles spread all around the room. You were ready for more, no, you craved it, every touch, every move placing an invisible seal on you, a promise of what would be to come. In a natural way, you showed your submission and the only information he needed to know now was a safe word:

‘lotus’ you moaned out looking him in the eye.

The seal fell and it was time for the ritual to begin. He got up from between your legs and went to pick up a few items from the wall, the quiet clanking of chains and metal was soothing to your senses, the soundtrack of awaiting pleasure. Slowly and gently, he put on a choker collar on your neck with an attached leash to it and yanked it gently to check if it tightened correctly. Without him needing to give instruction you positioned yourself on all four with your mouth facing him. He now removed his tight black latex boxer shorts and his large and hard erection sprang out in front of your face. You were just about to touch his cock, when his soft voice commanded you in a whisper:

‘Hands not allowed, my dove. Only your mouth.’

He moved closer to you and placed the leaking tip of his cock on your lips. He smeared the precum on them and started to push them open, something you complied with immediately. The choker tightened around your neck as he pulled the leash toward him, leaving just enough air to breathe, but making you almost dizzy while he started pumping his cock into your mouth. Your tongue was sliding up and down his shaft while his pumping motion continued. Once again, he was very gentle, making sure you would not gag, not yet, anyway. Your eyes were fixated on his face as if in worship, as if he was your god, and maybe, he was about to become just that for you.

After pulling out from your mouth he took the ball gag and with fingers moving in and out of your mouth, he slowly worked you up to take it. With the gag secured, he put a blindfold on you and, he moved around to your backside, holding firmly onto the leash, he was also carrying a riding crop and a leather flogger. He placed the riding crop on the bed and soon you felt the light sting of the leather strips on your backside, he was not hitting hard, just hard enough to make your back arch in pleasure. He kept on landing these light hits on your ass, making sure some of the leather hit between your legs. This teasing was driving you insane, your muffled moans coming out with increasing frequency.

He now changed the tool and soon you experienced the familiar sting of the tip of the riding crop hitting your soft flesh and leaving marks. This was something you loved, you hoped he would soon land a hit somewhere more sensitive, and sure enough, he did, a much lighter strike, a tap really landed on your folds just over your clitoris and another tap aimed at your buttplug- a beautiful piece adorned with a rainbow gem. You were squirming in pleasure, your slick dripping down your thighs, waiting to welcome his manhood to enter you. As if he could read your thoughts, he positioned himself behind you and placed the tip of his cock at your entrance. The movement of his entry was painfully slow, for every inch he conquered he stopped and ground in place, to tease you, to tease himself and prolong the ritual. As you felt him bottom out in you, he released a loud moan, it was lascivious and sexy. He started thrusting into you while tightening the leash, making your whole-body arch. The thrusts were getting stronger and soon enough, he pulled you hard so that your back was now against his chest and with a loud moan he orgasmed inside you, shooting thick ropes of cum into you.

You were also close and wanted nothing else than to come, but you trusted his lead and knew that the edging would grant you a release capable of making you pass out. While pulling out of you he released the grip on the leash, with a featherlike stroke dragged his hand along your back and onto the collar to remove it along with the ball gag. He massaged your lips and the inside of your mouth with his fingers, making you moan and imagining the same movement, but on your folds instead…

He helped you up and started carefully to remove your lingerie: he untied the Pleaser ankle boots and slid them off your feet as if you were a princess, he unclipped your latex stockings from the garter and rolled them down your legs, last to come off was your cupless latex bustier. Now completely naked, you were eagerly awaiting his next move. He had the riding crop in his hand again and was tracing lines all over you with it. With his other arm, he stretched out to the wall and took down a shibari rope. This excited you; you have experienced bondage before, but never shibari.

He started working on you with meticulous precision, you were slowly becoming an artwork for him to admire, the red rope twining itself in an intricate pattern all over your body. Once he was done, he pulled down the swing/suspension device and strapped you to it and then slowly started to lift you up. You could not help but notice that the rope was tied perfectly, none of it hurt you in any way while your body was suspended in the air. Instead, the intense pressure made you feel cradled and needy. He then took out a pair of adjustable nipple clamps and started to tighten them on your sensitive beads.

The clamps were squeezing your nipples more and more until the sensation reached that sweet spot of almost making you come and you whispered ‘lotus.’ A signal for him to stop tightening. He reacted immediately and you were left with the intense pleasure making your whole-body arch. He was now about to grant your wish of release, slowly spreading your folds with his hands and rubbing the slick-covered area between them. You could feel the deep and visceral sensation of him twisting and removing your buttplug, replacing it with a vibrator. Soon, he was inserting a vibrator in your vagina, so that his hands would be free to play more.

You could hear a match being lit and the scent of melting wax hit your nostrils. Your back arched in the ecstasy of pain when the hot wax was poured on your skin. Drop by drop, the heat was stimulating your nerve endings and sending signals to your already overstimulated brain and back to your vagina and cervix that were now responding with spasming muscles causing your arousal to make you lose all control. Your screams and moans were making him harder too, he put aside the candle and tightened the nipple clamps causing you to moan like a savage.

He then lowered the hoist so that his hips were on the level of yours and slowly, with a delicate pumping motion causing squelching sounds, removed the vibrator from your pussy and pushed himself into you again. This time he was making sure to position you so that he could hit your g-spot with every thrust, he was holding the rope with one hand to stabilise you and the other was rubbing your wet folds and clitoris. Slowly at first, but when your moans were getting louder, he increased the pressure and speed of his movement. With all this, together with the anal vibrator at full speed, you were being guided toward your own climax. When it came, you screamed for what felt like an eternity, your body shaking, your genitals spasming and you squirted all over Douma’s cock, abs and hips. You were nearly spent. You whispered ‘lotus’ again and he looked at you in the most innocent of ways, tilting his head in question.

‘Yes, I think I would like you to untie me now.’ You moaned out.

He lowered the hoist and spent the next few minutes untying you gently. You were splayed on the bed, still panting from the intense climax, and shifting your gaze from the rainbow of his eyes to his magnificent full erection. You stretched out your arm to him and he climbed on the bed next to you while pushing down all toys and tools off it. As soon as he was lying next to you, you straddled him and whispered

‘Now, I want to do this instead’ and you grabbed his cock, and slid yourself down onto him until he was fully buried inside of you.

You moaned and started riding him, your tits bouncing and him grabbing them and squeezing just hard enough to make you moan louder. The pleasure you were now both experiencing was intimate, there was something more there than just pure sex, you leaned forward so that your whole upper body was now on his chest and you leaned your forehead on his while bucking your hips back and forth. You moved your head to his neck and nibbled him gently, you nibbled his ear, his lips, and pressed your forehead to his again. The position always made you come and you were close, and so was he. He started to roll your nipple between his fingers and when you arched your neck backwards in pleasure, he started sucking on the other one. Your second orgasm flushed over you like a tsunami with him coming straight after you. You lay in each other arms in complete silence for a while, listening to the quiet crackling of fire from the candles.

After a while, his large hand lifted your small one to his lips for a soft kiss as he asked:

‘Will I see you tomorrow? No bdsm though, let us keep that as a weekly treat.’

‘I would like that very much’ you whispered back.

Your instincts told you that this was the start of something beautiful and now, finally, the neighbourhood did not feel as dull anymore …

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Solomon x GN Reader | 447 Words | Rated T | Warnings: Mentions of violence

A/N: Takes place at the beginning of Lesson 11 (Nightbringer)

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Solomon had never felt an anger as great as this before.

He can recall bouts that have made him yell, storm out of rooms with balled up fists and a scowl on his face. He can remember times that made him laugh like a maniac, eyes crazed, forbidden spells at his fingertips. He can never forget the moments of white-hot fury, ones that left cities decimated, relationships broken beyond repair, and blood on his hands.

But none of those instances could hold a candle to this.

This anger, a new one— one fueled by fear, hatred, and love.

Solomon could hardly believe his eyes at the scene before him. You, his adorable apprentice, backed against a wall, as one of those damn demons tried to put his claws on you. Whatever caused this to happen didn't matter. All Solomon knew was to put up a barrier, and immediately rush to your side.

Belphegor. The one that attacked you. The youngest of the brothers. The weakest. A fallen angel, still assimilating to his new demonic life and powers. Solomon, while still just a human, was more in tune with his magic. There was a chance that he could-

No, no.

Belphegor's brothers were there, as was the prince. Even with his spells, Barbatos, and now Asmodeus, Solomon knew he would lose that battle. Plus, his most powerful spells require two hands, and he refused to move the arm he wrapped around you, keeping you at his side and away from those fiends.

Solomon wanted that perpetrator gone. And if wanting him dead meant wanting the whole family dead as well, then so be it. That demon and his defenders needed to suffer and rot for the crime of even just trying to harm you.

But while holding you, Solomon could feel you tremble.

He could hear you sniffle. He looked and saw you raise your hand to wipe at your eye.

And that's when Solomon realized it— his racing heart and swirling mind... they betrayed his outward look, one of even breaths and a calm smile. One hand was ready to unleash millennia after millennia of sorcery, while the other carefully held you.

Solomon had never felt so furious before, but he'd also never felt so afraid. The knowledge that he was the only one that could protect you, the knowledge that if he arrived just a second too late, you would be-

He needed to get you out of here, for both of your sakes.

Solomon looked back to the demons. His smile grew and his grip on you tightened as he readied a teleportation spell.

He wanted those monsters dead.

But he needed you safe first.

#i haven't posted a full fledged fic in so long oh my god #and its about the scene that makes every solomon fan go insane #ughhhhh. dies #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #sol #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon x mc #obey me solomon x reader #solomon x mc #solomon x reader #fic #my fic #my writing #original #waba writing

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ghostgirl101 · 2 years

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Legit ANYTHING Corey related- im head over hEELS for that man rn

Im also a sucker for fluff ;)

Dating Corey Cunningham Would Be Like This:

A/N: Might as well start with the dating hcs 🙃 requests are open if you want more for this guy. Please keep in mind that I'm not comfortable writing smut yet though; I've noted that on my inbox page and pinned post, but I've been getting quite a few smutty asks 😅

🔪• Corey's been through a lot, and to find a person willing to give him a chance and treat him like a person who matters... I absolutely believe he'd turn into a soft yandere. He's head over heels in love, protective to the point of killing anyone who tries to hurt you or take you away from him, and obsessively infatuated. He lives for you, and he'd die for you, period.

🔪• You probably meet him when he's being pushed around by a group of bullies somewhere in Haddonfield, and manage to get them off his back for a while, with a string of hateful comments. The boy's stunned that someone's standing up for him, and when you help him get his glasses back on after they were slapped off his face, he's stunned all over again. It takes Corey a good minute to stop stuttering and staring at you with wide, dopey eyes and form an actual sentence to introduce himself.

🔪• When you take him back to yours to patch him up, you can't help but notice his breath hitch at your soft touches, such a contrast from the rough shoves and harsh words he gets day after day outside. Heart eyes to the extreme as you concentrate on stopping any blood, and apologise when it stings. Corey barely notices it, and when you pull away as you finish, he chases your hand for a second before he blinks back into reality, heat rushing to his cheeks as he looks down at his feet and thanks you.

🔪• He has no idea why you're so nice to him, but from that day on, he's hooked. You're gonna start seeing him randomly pop up wherever you are, and at first, you assume it's because Corey wants to have you around so it discourages people from picking on him. Nope. He wouldn't mind if he was kicked around, if you could lean in close and clean him up so caringly again. He's fallen hard and very quickly, especially when you reassure him that you know he didn't kill that boy on purpose. You believe him? He almost cries, and looks up at you in wonder, with a hopeful "really?"

🔪• Corey Cunningham has found someone that sees him as a person instead of a monster, and he adores that the person is you. It doesn't take him long to ask him out; it is hard for him to get the courage to, since he's worried that he might be going too fast and certainly aiming too high with you. Saying yes to him will just fully unleash Corey being the clingiest, doting, protective boyfriend you'll ever know. He won't let you go now that he's found you. If he can't have you, no one can.

🔪• He's pretty goofy with how he acts and what he says, but you've told him it's cute, so he won't try to change. Being with you, he wants to keep you happy all the time, and keeps you to himself as much as possible, just in case you start listening to what others have got to say about him. Whatever you tell him though, he'll try to remember as much as possible, so he can how he's been listening by bringing it up again or giving you a little gift related to it.

🔪• To be honest, Corey's a really sweet, doting lover, and he looks at you like you're an angel whenever you're close together, or just working around the house. He'll follow you around like a lost puppy, and has puppy eyes to match, constantly clinging to you and wanting to help with whatever he can. It could get a little annoying if you don't want a shadow around you all the time, but he wants you as happy as possible, so if you tell him your boundaries, he'll eagerly follow them.

🔪• Corey's obsessiveness grows the closer you get, to the point where he goes as far as to kill for you. After he runs into Michael Myers, he takes both of your hands and looks you straight in the eyes excitedly as he tells you that he's not afraid of people anymore, and that he loves that you're always there to protect him. But now, he wants to be the one to protect you. He loves you to death, and he wants to prove it. It's up to you to decide whether or not to let him deal with anyone that upsets you with his violent methods, but he can and will if you say the word.

🔪• If you happen to meet Michael Myers, he won't kill you, but he won't be all soft with you either. His idea of being nice is not killing you, and that's that. Gradually, gradually, he'll decide to protect you, even opting to lurk around in the shadows and check on you and Corey every now and then, like a twisted kind of father figure or friend. So, if you're ever in trouble, you've got Haddonfield's boogeymen behind you when you need them.

🔪• It's scary to see the level of protectiveness and unhidden anger in Corey's eyes when someone's rude to you in front of him, a dark glare in his usually kind eyes. Suddenly, they've gone missing, or they've died in suspicious circumstances, Corey not paying any attention to the news report as he hugs you from where you're curled up on his lap with a small frown on your face. If you ask him for the truth, if he did it for you, he'll shrug and nod, "Well... yeah, I- I did it for you. I love you..." and that's all the explanation there really is.

🔪• He likes taking you for rides on his motorcycle in the evening, just to feel your arms embrace him tightly and a proud grin on his face when he knows you're enjoying it. Corey tries carrying you back upstairs afterwards, which ends up with you both collapsing in a heap on the bed, and him engulfing you with a tight hug with kisses planted on every inch of skin he can find.

🔪• Speaking of affection, Corey can be pretty smothering with it. He's shy and awkward at first, but after hugging you for the first time, and having your first kiss, he can't get enough of your attention and affection. He'll drink it up with a lovesick smile and lean into all of your touches. He can show how needy he is by whining in protest whenever you break a kiss for air, and latches back on in a second.

🔪• The pet names he gives you can be the basic 'baby' and 'sweetheart,' but Corey calls you stronger, more meaningful names at intimate moments too. 'Angel' is a very common one that he coos when he wakes you up gently in the mornings, burying his face in your neck, or whenever you're cleaning him up after a fight or a kill.

🔪• The times when he's most vulnerable, when you've got him wrapped around your finger playing with his curls, he'll whisper to you how all of him belongs to you, that he'll do anything for you, die for you. He's being absolutely honest, and it's nice to hear, but sometimes, when your eyes meet his desperate, loving gaze, you have to tell him that you don't want him to do anything too extreme for you, that you love him just the way he is.

🔪• You can never just kiss Corey briefly before you leave the house to work or anything. He'll draw out any affection you give him for as long as he can, so it's a hard task to prise his hands off your waist with a promise that you'll be done with work soon. It often ends up with him trailing after you, holding your hand tightly and stroking the back of it absentmindedly with his thumb.

🔪• Being in a relationship with Corey Cunningham is full of loving attention, obsessively so, and to know that he'd go as far to basically go on a killing spree for you is nice in a weird kind of way? There's no hope of getting out of it though, because he's happily devoted to you now, and that's just the way he likes it. God forbid anyone who tries messing with it.

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illyrian-dreamer · 1 year

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Stay with me

Azriel x reader

Summary: You’ve been kidnapped by Hybern’s army, and Azriel gets injured during the mission to rescue you.

Thank you lillithathecat for requesting 24. Soulmates - one risks their life for the other + 26. Tending to injuries.

Day 4/5 for 500!! Enjoy! 💗

Warnings: Violence, injuries

Words: 1,963

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“Azriel!!” you screamed, thrashing against the arms of the soldiers that held you back.

He had come to save you – just as Hybern had expected. Like an angel of the night, he swooped at the army below, slitting throats with his sword and choking others with his shadows. You tried to scream for him, to warn him this was a trap, but it was already too late.

Azriel spotted you then, hovering in the air for just a moment before making for your direction. He didn't get far as a quiver of arrows shot through the air, piercing his wings.

You knew those arrows would be laced with Faebane, and your eyes widened in terror. Azriel roared as he flapped against the pain, blood now spilling from multiple wound sites. You screamed his name again, watching your angel fall from the sky.

Cassian appeared in front of you then, and Feyre close behind him as she winnowed into place. He looked past you, grunting as he swung his sword at the guards, not giving them a chance to fight back as they fell to the ground. You heard more yelling, and turned to see Feyre’s water wolves unleashed onto the rest of Hybern’s men.

Your heart pounded in your ears as you tried to spot Azriel amongst the fight, panic rising in your throat as you could no longer see the troughs of his wings. On instinct, you launched into a sprint, heading straight to where he had fallen – before a strong hand caught your wrist.

“Hey! Are you alright?” Cassian’s ran his eyes over you with concern, his chest heaving from the fight.

“Azriel!” was all you could shriek as you pulled against his hold.

“I know, it’s alright. Rhys has winnowed him back to the camp.”

You stopped pulling, your eyes darting between Cassian’s as you tried to process through your panic. “Take me to him.”

Cassian flicked his eyes down to your bloodied lip and bruised face – Hybern’s army had showed you little mercy as their bait. “You’re injured.” was all he said.

“I’m fine,” you growled. “Take me to Azriel, please.”

Feyre appeared beside you both, and she placed a firm hand on your shoulder. “The wolves will finish the rest of them. Let’s go.” Air and wind ripped around you as she winnowed you back to the base camp.

The moment your feet hit the ground, you were running to find Azriel. You could scent his blood, bile rising in your throat as you raced against the clock.

Bursting into the medical tent, you saw him sprawled on his stomach, his grunts filling the tent as his body jerked in pain, the Faebane spreading. You broke at the site of his wings, the skin of them shredded and withered as the poison worked fast. Rhys was beside him, holding his brother’s hand as he spoke softly, likely working to ease his pain.

“Azriel,” you rasped, your face crumpling as you rushed to him. Closer now, you could see the way his brows pulled as he panted and sweat. “Y/N,” he gasped, trying to raise his head.

“Shh, don’t try to speak,” you said, eyeing his back and watching his wings twitch another time. Something snapped in you then, and instinct took over as you fetched ointments and bandages and got to work.

Your hands shook as you hovered over the first of many arrows you would need to remove. “This is going to hurt,” you warned, before pulling on the wooden stem, clenching your teeth as Azriel sounded a yelp. You cried for him as you discarded the arrow, pressing on the wounds to stop the bleeding and rubbing ointment to halt the spread of the poison. Sweat stung your eyes as you tried to focus, doing your best to ignore the voice that questioned if it would be enough to save him.

“Where is Madja?” you gritted, pulling another arrow which caused another jerk from Azriel. He had stopped yelling now, and you knew he was slipping further into exhaustion.

“She’s on her way,” Rhys said tightly, his eyes glowing as he continued to manage Azriel’s pain from his mind. Feyre stood beside you, replacing the bandages and dressings you needed as she watched your handiwork with a pained expression.

You didn't respond as you ground your teeth, pulling out the last of the arrows.

“There,” you said, moving to crouch at Azriel’s face, his eyes blinking in and out of sleep. “They’re all out.” You couldn’t help the instinct it was to softly stroke the side of his face. “Madja will be here soon.”

“Thank you,” Azriel said, his voice weak. ‘A-are you ‘k?”

“I’m fine, Az,” you said softly with a broken smile. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Good,” was the last thing he said before finally giving in to exhaustion.

Stepping back, your ran shaking hands over your face as you tried to breath. You were riddled with worry as you paced the tent. What if Madja doesn’t have the right antidote? What if she doesn’t arrive in time, and he dies in his sleep? What if his wings never heal?

“Hey, hey,” Rhys caught you then, steadying your shoulders. “It’s going to be alright.”

You broke then, falling to your knees as the events of the past day caught up with you. You had been snatched from your own tent and beaten by Hybern’s army. They had used you as bait, promising to kill anyone you would try to retrieve you. You begged Rhys mind to mind for him and the rest of the circle not to come – you would rather have died than risk their lives. But they had come anyway – Azriel now at death’s door because of it.

Rhys’s and Feyre were on you then, rubbing your back and reassuring you softly. You couldn't hear them over the sound of your own cries.

“He might die,” was all you could get out, your voice strained and broken.

Feyre held you close, as Rhys took your hands in his. “You’ve done an excellent job at removing the arrows, Y/N. Azriel is stronger than you think. Madja will be here soon, he’ll survive this.”

You looked back at Rhys, your expression longing, desperate to believe him.

Feyre pulled you up gently, her arms firm around your shoulders. “You’re injured too Y/N. Why don't we have you checked by a healer, hmm?”

She wasn't wrong, your body ached with bruises, blood crusted at your lips and nose, and you were sure you had a few broken ribs. But panic rose at the thought of leaving Azriel’s side, and you shook your head stubbornly. “I won't leave him.”

Feyre exchanged a look with her mate before nodding. “I understand,” she said gently.

Madja arrived shortly after, bustling over Azriel’s back while he slept. She came with a specially brewed liquid, and asked you to feed it to him while she reapplied his patches. You felt awful waking him from the rest he needed, but Azriel had grunted in acknowledgement, swallowing the liquid as you bought the vile to his lips. You gently placed his head back down on the cot, stroking his hair as you hoped painless sleep would find him again soon.

The rest of the Circle had come to the tent to hear Madja’s update – Azriel was stable, and she credited your work to remove the Faebane as soon as possible. His wings would take months to heal, but he would be able to fly again. Your body sagged in relief, tears falling once again as you glanced at the large Illyrian who slept through the quiet conversation.

You refused to leave his side, watching him take deep breaths in and out, each one a blessing. He was so brave, so selfless, and it shook you to think he had risked his own life to save yours. You were rather new to the Inner Circle – and Azriel, while polite, had always been quiet and reserved. While you had previously considered him a friend, the extent of his sacrifice showed you he meant so much more.

Slumped in a chair beside his cot, you finally nodded off to sleep in the early hours of the morning. You don't know how long it was before you jolted awake at the sound of Azriel stirring. Leaping up, you immediately went to him, crouching at his side.

“Y/N?” he coughed, voice hoarse.

“I’m here.”

Azriel blinked at you, trying to focus after hours of sleep. “You’re alive?”

“Alive and safe, thanks to you.”

“Thank the Cauldron,” he said gruffly, before trying to raise himself. A grunt escaped him, and he fell back down in his cot, not yet strong enough to sit up.

You bought a soft hand to his arm, rubbing it gently. “How’s your pain?”

“I’m alright,” he answered, an obvious lie.

“Madja says you’ll make a full recovery.”

Azriel hummed at that. You couldn't believe he was concerned with your wellbeing before his own.

“Azriel,” you said, blinking upwards to try and stop the tears that brewed. “I’m so sorry.”

He frowned at you then. “Whatever for?”

“You risked your life for my own. Your wings” you waved a hand to his back. You were glad he couldn't yet see the splatter of dressings and dried blood that covered them.

Azriel sighed, closing his eyes. “I had to get you back.”

You blinked at him, one slow tear rolling down your cheek. “I asked Rhys for you not to come.”

“I know,” he replied, opening his eyes again, their hazel glow boring into yours. “You’re a fool to have asked.”

You laughed then, clutching at the sharp pain at your ribs. Azriel smiled back softly.

“You’re smiling,” he said gently. You finished your laugh, returning his smile as you nodded. “You have a beautiful laugh.” You were sure it was the exhaustion that willed him to say it, but never the less, a blush tinged your cheeks so quickly you had to look away. Azriel reached for you then, and you clasped his scarred hand between your own.

“I was so worried about you,” you admitted, pain returning to your eyes. He closed his lids again, a hint of his smile still there. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

You frowned now, pulling your hands back to wrap around your stomach. “I couldn't stand the thought of you dying for me.”

“It’s my duty.”

“I know. But, what a waste.”

Azriel’s eyes snapped open. “Don’t ever say that again.”

You swallowed, guilt working its way through you. “Promise me you won't ever do something so reckless again.”

“No,” he said tightly. “It wasn’t reckless, Y/N. It was necessary.” Azriel took a quick breath before continuing. “You’re very important to me.”

You sighed at his response, shaking your head and placing one hand atop of his. “You’re important to me too Az.”

Azriel’s eyes bored into yours as you shared a silent moment. He cleared his throat then, flicking his gaze to your chest. “You need to see a healer,” he remarked, eyeing the way in which you clutched at your ribs.

“No,” you said quickly. “I’m fine right here.”

Azriel nodded, before a painful cough racked through him.

You blinked, realising he might like some privacy. “You should rest some more” you said shyly, straightening yourself as you got up to leave.

A scarred hand caught your wrist.

“Don't go.” Azriel’s voice was soft, and it was the most vulnerable you had ever seen the Shadowsinger. “Please, stay here with me.” he added, eyes pleading.

You smiled now, once again stroking his face. “Always.”

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