#angel's ash pants

[antihibikase-archive]

A word called water, a word called evil, we shall change those into a song.

Design by @asheoninactive / @kuroshirosb !!

#Cherenverse #JRPG AU #My Art #((Ashe told me I was free to pick a palette and I was initially wondering if I should keep his polo and pants like. White/navy blue/black.) #((Because they're all wearing uniforms. But then I thought that their classes would have different vests as a result since they also have-) #((Other accessories to go with their uniforms. So I went with giving Slater mostly his usual color palette.)) #((I initially tried to give him his regular palette but it looked off to me ...)) #((And I didn't want to just use the Lower palette so I kinda compromised by making the Lower palette more vibrant-)) #((-and adjusting the colors of his hair and skin to fit the vibe of the brighter Lower palette.)) #((And ofc struggled w a background. Shapes.)) #((Anyway here he is! The Songster <3 That I keep misremembering as Songstress but gender isn't real anyway its fine /j )) #((I care him. Choirboy that just wants to be useful and sing his songs.)) #((Unwittingly a mouthpiece for Plasma's propaganda. Some kind of angel.)) #((His outfit looks like a little conductor..))

[moonstruckme]

Sincerely Sappy

summary: Sirius is a big fan of pet names. You're not so keen on them, so he needs to convince you.

Sirius Black x fem! reader ♡ 736 words

You let the steam from the two mugs waft warmly over your face, inhaling the sweet, earthy aroma of the tea. Earl grey for Sirius, jasmine for you. You’re careful not to spill as you carry them to the couch, so careful that when you look up and catch Sirius’s gaze, it sends a tiny frision of surprise through you. 

This thing between you is still new, and the effect he has on you hasn’t ebbed; every time he walks into a room, or looks at you a certain way, or gifts you one of his sweet, slow smiles, it feels like your heart stops and starts again.

Sirius deploys one of those smiles now, reaching up to take his mug, but you move past him to set them both on the coffee table.

“Careful,” you say, turning his handle to face him. “Don’t burn yourself.” 

“Thanks, baby.” Sirius lets his hand brush yours appreciatively as he picks it up.

Baby. You laugh, and it comes out nervous and pitchy. “Ew, don’t call me that.” 

He blinks. “Why not? You don’t like it?”

“It—” It’s not that you don’t like it, necessarily. The endearment sends a buzzing from your core all the way to your fingertips that’s not strictly unpleasant, but… “I’m not a baby.” 

Sirius quirks a brow, blowing pensively on his tea. “You’re my baby, though.” 

You moan, letting your knees come up to your chest and hiding your face in your hands. Sirius’s laughter only worsens the warmth spreading across your face like a blight. 

“Okay, okay,” he relents. “You don’t like it. That’s alright, do you prefer angel?”

You lower one of your hands enough to let him view your disbelieving look. 

“No? How about sweetheart? Princess?” Sirius creeps closer, setting down his mug so he can devote his full attention to your torment. “Honey? Dearest?” He drops his voice when his mouth is nearly touching your ear, so it’s low and soft when he says, “Darling?”

“Sirius!” If you don’t stop him, you worry your pants will turn to ash right there on the couch. 

“C’mon,” he takes your wrists, removing them from your face. “Everyone else gets to call you Y/N. I’ve got an ego to feed, so I need something extra-special, just for me. You gotta give me at least one.”

You must look fairly distraught, because Sirius brings your wrists to his chest, tracing patterns on the backs of your hands soothingly. Even when he’s hellbent on teasing you, he’s unbearably sweet. You sigh. “They all just sound so sappy.” 

Sirius squints at you, the bridge of his nose wrinkling, like you’re silly. “Yeah?” he asks. “What do you call this?” He brings your hands, willing captives, to his face, kissing your knuckles. You can only watch, half wariness and half awe at his affection. You’re unsure if it’s theatrics, or if Sirius is being genuine. He certainly seems genuine, but...but. You can’t handle it. It feels like a farce, a trap, to think that someone could treat you so tenderly. “What do you call that?” He points his chin at the two steaming mugs of tea on the coffee table, and you think of how ridiculously pleased he’d been when you started stocking his favorite earl grey for when he came over. 

Preparing for me to become a regular visitor, are we? He’d teased, but there was sincerity in his smile. That’s really thoughtful of you, love.

He smiles at you now, pulling you gently from your reverie. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m feeling rather sappy about you these days. And those feelings require an outlet, so you’re just going to have to get used to it.” 

You roll your eyes, but he’s succeeded in melting you; you’ve got no fight left. “Fine, call me whatever. But love is my favorite.” 

Sirius grins. “I can do that, love.” Your heart lurches almost painfully, but before you can take it back, he adds, “And you can call me whatever you like too, of course.” 

You perk up, biting back a smile at the idea of the mocking he’ll endure from James and Sirius if you call him “babygirl” the next time you’re all together. Sirius must see the mischief in your face, his brows furrowing in concern, but before he can take it back, you beam at him sweetly. 

“Deal.”

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[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-down AU Part 21

Part 1 Part 20

Steve’s dragging his feet on their way out the door, not that Eddie can blame him. He’s practically been vivisected by that thing twice now, and Eddie can’t blame him for not wanting to see it again.

Eddie wants to sandwich Steve in the middle. He’s listing on his feet, and his skin’s ashy and pale from all the blood loss. But he’d shoved Will in-between them like usual, and that was that.

He keeps his pace slow and measured without making it obvious he’s doing it. Steve will kick up a fuss if he realizes it’s to accommodate him. He keeps his ears peeled.

They’re walking around in a hellscape, weaponless. Just like old times.

They don’t make it to the quarry. They’ve barely made it anywhere at all when there’s a scream that sounds alarmingly human.

It, of course, comes from the woods. The trees tower over them, casting looming shadows. They all freeze like dear in the crosshairs of a car’s headlights.

It’s quiet.

So, so quiet.

Then, “Nancy?” muffled, like it’s being screamed through a straw. “Nancy, are you there?”

“Jonathan,” Will says, taking off into the woods, Steve right behind him because “Nancy” can’t mean anyone other than Nancy Wheeler.

“No, no don’t,” Eddie says, knowing it’s too late. “Son of a bitch!” The trees cast shadows, long and menacing as they swallow Steve and Will up. Eddie runs. “Oh, this is so stupid, this is so stupid.”

“Follow my voice!” Jonathan calls again. Eddie does.

He doesn’t hear the clicking of the Demogorgon until he sees it. Will and Steve are frozen, watching it stalk toward where Nancy Wheeler is crouched, peering into a pulsing red light between two trees.

Steve turns toward Eddie, eyes wild. “Keep the kid alive, Munson.”

Eddie’s stomach lurches violently enough that bile fills his mouth. Because Steve is standing there, weaponless and injured. There’s ash coating his hair, band-aids plastered to his forehead, dirt caking his pants to his thighs. A fallen angel in the making.

“No,” he whispers, voice gaining volume as his words gain speed. “No, no, don’t do this to me.” He takes a step toward Steve, not caring at the twig snapping beneath his foot. “Come on, come one, I dare you to stay alive.”

Steve smiles with his whole face. Blood drips down from beneath the bandages on his forehead. It looks black in the shadowed wood. “I didn’t pick dare he says.”

Then, beautiful, brave, fucking stupid Steve Harrington runs at the Demogorgon, screaming as he punches it in the back of its head.

“Come get me, you fucker,” Steve spits. The Demogorgon’s face splits open, and it screeches, guttural.

“Steve?” Nancy calls. Her hands stuck in the red light now, but she’s just sitting there, staring at Steve like she’s never seen him before.

The last thing Eddie sees of Steve Harrington is his back as he bolts through the trees, the Demogorgon following close behind.

“Eddie,” Will cries. He’s tugging Eddie relentlessly toward where Nancy’s still crouched. They’re stumbling over every root and rock because Eddie refuses to look away from the spot Steve had been. If he looks away, that’ll be it. Steve will be gone.

But then the kid shoves him, hard, and he falls. Nancy Wheeler latches onto his arm hard. Just as unrelenting as Will’s grip on his waist.

They’re pulled through the pulsing red hole in the world. It’s a squeezing, almost violent pressure, that pops along with his eardrums once they’re free.

It’s nighttime in the real world. He doesn’t realize the shadows of that place had been wrong until he seems the right once more. His breath comes easy, clear of ash and that pulsing red. He doesn’t care.

Eddie turns back to where they’d come, but it’s just fucking bark. Innate fucking wood. He slams the heel of his palm on it, trying to find any give at all.

“Will?” Jonathan says, voice breaking. Eddie doesn’t care, barely registers it at all.

“No,” Eddie cries. He doesn’t feel his nails give as he starts clawing at the thing, like he can scratch his way back to where he’s supposed to be. “No, no, no!”

He doesn’t stop until someone pulls him bodily back and away. He struggles like an animal in a trap. Doesn’t stop until another set of arms box him in, holding him back.

He sags, bringing all three of them to the ground. His throat feels raw, like he’s been screaming. Maybe he has.

He lands partially on other bodies, feels them shove him off. Doesn’t care. Just stares at the bark where Steve Harrington isn’t until Will calls, “Eddie?”

He turns on hands and knees. The ground is cold, but Eddie barely feels it. Will’s in his brother’s arms, face pressed into Jonathan’s chest, one eye watching Eddie, wide and trusting.

Nancy is on her butt in the dirt, mouth still parted in shock as she looks at the same spot Eddie was just staring at. She’s wearing a brown jacket with pristine white trim, hair in a perky ponytail. Eddie wants to yank it clean off her head.

Beside Nancy, her redheaded friend sits, squinting suspiciously between Eddie, and Will, and Nancy, then back to Eddie, like she can’t figure out who’s fault this is.

It’s Eddie’s. He sinks his fingers into the dirt, clutching it in his fingers, even as his messed-up pinkie screams. He barely feels it past the shock.

He can still see Steve Harrington’s back as he turned away for the last time.

“I’ve got to go back,” Eddie says, looking up at Nancy imploringly. “How do I go back?”

Nancy shakes her head, shaking loose a few tears that trail down her cheeks. “I don’t—” she says, swallowing. “I don’t know.”

Eddie makes a sound like a wounded dog, full of unwanted pain and impotent rage.

“Why the hell would we go back?” Nancy’s friend asks.

It’s like the words are the last cut needed to break him. Eddie starts sobbing, barely hears Will’s answer over his own devastation.

“It’s Steve,” he says. “He’s still there.”

Part 22

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #my fic #eddie in my outline was supposed to stay in the UD but then he just didn't???? so

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Hankisa hankisa yes I'm back at it again anything 4 you girl I'll give u every head canon I have but ≧﹏≦ anyways hanma smoking while brutally fucking fem reader till she's crying and moaning but like kisaki is watching and filming it

HanKisa x Reader: On Camera

♡ NSFW, fem reader, rough sex, smoking, crying, overstimulation, unprotected sex/creampie, voyeurism, filming, hair pulling, degradation ♡

note: Kat...my legs almost gave out on me when I read this request 😭 who gave you the right to come up with such an idea???

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Hanma had been buried in your cunt for hours, brutally pounding into you even after you came multiple times. His rough hand gripped your hair tightly, while his free hand sparked a lighter and lit the cigarette dangling from his mouth. You were overstimulated, crying and whining for him to slow down or give you a break, but that just spurred him on to be rougher. He knew how sensitive you were and loved that he was the one who made you feel that way. Kisaki was sitting in a chair right next to the bed, getting the best angle of your fucked out face on video. The smug look on his face made it obvious he was enjoying the show.

Ashes from the cigarette dropped onto your lower back, making your body even warmer in its already overheated state. Smoke filled the room, the scent of it mixed with Hanma and Kisaki's different colognes was overwhelming. Your legs trembled as Hanma came in you for the umpteenth time that night. You were exhausted and just wanted to sleep, but the pleasure coursing through your body was too strong to let you drift off. Hanma gently wiped the cigarette ashes off your back, probably the nicest he's been all night. He leaned over, pushing your hair out of your face and kissed your forehead.

"Think you can give us another one darling~"

It seemed like a question, but was phrased as more of a command. Kisaki got up from his chair and stood closer to the bed, phone camera zooming in on your pussy as Hanma slowly pulled out and pushed back in.

"God you look like such a slut."

Kisaki spewed, prompting a short chuckle from Hanma.

"She's a pretty little slut though ♡"

Hanma pulled out entirely, watching as his cum dripped from your pussy. His thumb slid over your entrance before he pushed his cum back inside you, smirking at the way your body squirmed under his touch.

"She's been crying this whole time, bet she won't be able to walk in the morning."

Kisaki handed Hanma his phone as he unbuckled his pants. Hanma happily took the phone, focusing the camera on your ass before taking Kisaki's spot on the chair. He watched intently as Kisaki rammed his dick inside you, causing you to let out a small squeak.

"Aww, she's squeaking like a little mouse~"

Kisaki rolled his eyes at Hanma's comment, focused entirely on filling your cunt. Hanma could only sit back and laugh, knowing you'd be sore and embarrassed in the morning, especially once you see the video they took of you.

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@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #kisaki x reader #hanma x reader #hanma smut #kisaki smut #losing my mind over these men fr 😫 #y'all probably don't care but I listened to faster n harder by 6arelyhuman while writing this lol

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

@katkitkats is a mofo genius. I've said it before and you bet your ass Imma keep sayin' it.

MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE.

KAT'S HANMA NSFW HC ::: He smokes while having sex especially when doggy style fucking you.

"Fffffuuuhhhh - Shu - Han - hrmm oh god ... feels s'good!" You were face down, ass up on Hanma's bed, just the way he liked it. And you were so fucked out that you didn't know what the hell to call him so you just said everything you could think of.

There was a small collection of ash on your lower back that he hadn't noticed until now. He dusted them off of you without thinking and chuckled to himself wondering if you'd even felt the slight tingle of the heat as it landed on your soft skin.

"Yeah? You *thrust* fuckin' *thrust* like *thrust* when *thrust* I do you like this, princess? My baby girl, such a little cock whore f'me." He rolled his head back and let out a long moan. "OH GOD yesssss. Made just for me, this pussy was sent to me from Buddha-ahhh! Fuck fuck fuck."

He was slamming into you with an intense rhythm. You felt like you were going to lose your mind from how deep he was reaching inside of you. It was the kind of pleasure that made you feel like you were floating. The hand that wasn't holding his cigarette was squeezing the fat on your ass and it was the only thing grounding you to this earth.

"I'm gonna cum, baby. Fuck, I'm gonna cum inside you. Can I do that? Can I cum inside you? Please let me, please don't make me stop. Oh fuckkkk I'm so close. So fucking close." He was babbling incoherently and you couldn't stop the words from spilling out of you.

"Yes! Yes, please! I want you to cum in me, Hanma. Fuck me hard and cum deep inside me. Please, oh my god, please fill me up." You were desperate for it. You needed him to pump you full of his cum like he always did.

He leaned over and put his cigarette out and pressed his chest against your back. Reaching under you, he pinched your nipples and squeezed your tits.

"I'm gonna cum, baby girl. Oh my fuck, I'm gonna cum. Here it comes, I'm fucking cumming!" He shouted and slammed into you one last time, shooting his hot cum deep inside you.

You felt your body go limp as the pleasure washed over you. Hanma collapsed on top of you and rolled onto his back, panting and sweaty. You laid there, breathing heavily, feeling his cum drip out of you and onto his sheets.

Looking over at him, you saw his beautiful sweaty face was glowing. He lit another cigarette and rolled his head to the side, smiling at you.

"Shu?" you said quietly.

"Yeah, princess?"

"Did you flick your ashes on me? I felt like, little burns, I thought." Your brow was raised.

"Fuck, yeah, probably. Why? Did ya like it?"

You blushed, "Um, kinda."

"Say less, baby. Say less."

@kazutora-kurokawa @southside-otaku @viburnt @darkstarlight82 @arlerts-angel

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[fuckmyskywalker]

anakin corruption kink

Please understand — Anakin Skywalker.

— cw: smut! 18+, minors DNI. Mildly dubious content, minor violence towards Reader. Anakin is a bit harsh, definitely desperate and absolutely in love. PiV, this is MY take on corruption kink so I'm sorry if it's not what you expected lol.

— a/n: Ok! I did what I could with the idea I had in mind. I redid this like three times, so sorry in advance. I hope you like it anyways. I really liked it, not that anyone cares.

His lips taste like darkness and lust.

His voice sounds like a cruel lullaby, that rocks you into that very same darkness he is drowning in.

"I thought I lost you" Anakin shakily whispers against your lips.

His hands grip your hips harshly, pushing you against the walls of the room you hid in. You gasp at his brusque manner, so uncharacteristic of him.

"Anakin" You speak, but he quickly hushes you smashing his lips against you desperately.

He smells like ashes, leather and…

And blood.

Panic blossoms inside your chest, something happened. Something was wrong.

You push him gently away from you, gripping his shoulders firmly. You call him again, your eyes locking onto his.

Your heart drops.

Golden rivers of lava stare at you, and you realize Anakin is no longer himself.

"What… what have you done?" You ask, one hand leaving his shoulder to cup his cheek. "Anakin, your eyes…"

"I did it for you" He states, grabbing your hand and holding it with such force your fingers crack. "I did it for us"

Before you can even muster a reply, his lips crash against yours. His force cages you against the wall, and it's easy for him to gain control over you. Your limbs suddenly are made of jelly, and your knees buckle. You can hear the faint sound of what appears to be screams, blasters, chaos.

His hands travel up and down your sides, eager to feel any sort of contact. His tongue invades your mouth exploring it at his will. Anakin sighs against your mouth when his hands find the hem of your shirt, sliding inside and caressing your soft skin.

"I did it for us" He repeats when he pulls away.

"No" You cry, shaking your head. "No, Anakin. This wasn't supposed to happen"

Something snaps inside of him, something that seemed to mirror the chaos happening outside the room. His leather hand grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it.

"Why can't you see I did it for us?!" He yells.

He wants you to understand, he needs you to understand.

Instead of waiting for a reply he pulls again, forcing you to the floor. Your body collides with the harsh carpets of the room, and in a blink of an eye Anakin is on top of you, kissing you again.

His large frame cuts every movement, leaving you motionless under him. His lips trace your jaw, as the darkness he is surrounded by begins to creep into your body.

"This was the only way" He whispers, his tongue tracing your cheek slowly. "Please understand my angel, please"

Doubt clouds your mind. He did it. He really did it for you.

"Anakin" You moan when his teeth sink in your skin.

But was it worth it?

"You are so beautiful" He says in a sweet tone that melts your heart. "You are mine"

"I would kill for you" Anakin whispers, but to your ears it sounds like a promise.

Although he already did, for you.

Your mind begins to wonder; You love Anakin more than anything. You belong to him, mind, body and soul. But if this isn't the Anakin you learned to love, cherish and hold… then what can you do?

Anakin reads the doubt in your eyes, and he thrives on it. "I love you" He continues, pushing further to that hole he wants you to fall into. "I am who I am because of you. My beautiful angel… you are every reason, every hope"

His hands undo your belt, sneaking slowly into your pants. You pant to push him away, to scream, cry and sob. Beg for him to gain some clarity of mind.

It's too late for that, you both know it.

"You're every dream I've ever had" Anakin's golden orbs swell with tears, he has no idea why he is crying, when he usually rejects his own tears with disgust.

"No matter what happens to us in the future— I will always belong to you" His fingers hook on the edge of your pants, dragging them down.

His voice calms you, while the end of the world you grew up in, crumbles into pieces just outside the room. Every single thing you believed in, begins to cloud into a dense smoke.

Your mind feels… empty.

Oddly empty.

Anakin's tears fall on your face, bringing you back to reality. He looks absolutely beautiful, like one of those statues you saw in an art museum.

"Please" His expression is broken, and the vulnerability he shows you allures you. You want to fix him.

When in reality Anakin is breaking you.

His touch over your body feels warm and familiar, as he eases your mind into a deep state of numbness. He is right. How could you be so blind?

He did this for you.

Anakin's gentle hands solidify the intention surrounding him, there's love, there has always been love between you two. Every inch he touches feels on fire, as if the sun was dancing in across your skin.

"I do" You reply breathlessly, as he pushes his hard length inside of you. "I do" You gasp with every kiss, every caress.

The embrace was maddening, beguiling, unreal. Every sway of his hips against you sends you into a spiral of new emotions. Anakin has never felt more alive. He felt complete, for once in his miserable life.

He can read it in your eyes, as they mirror the same darkness he is swimming in. No longer drowning, because you are his lifeboat. You are everything.

Anakin has been haunted since the day he met you, trapped in a love that was forbidden and caged in a prison of his own insecurities and impediments.

Not now.

Not ever again.

"Together— Together, my love" He pants over your face, his dirty blonde curls framing his face, almost giving him a bright halo. "Together we will rule and take what's ours. No one will tell us we can't be together"

Sweet like honey, soft as silk, there's a beauty in destruction. Anakin's hand wraps around your throat, pushing your head against the cold carpets. He groans loudly, the sounds of your moans and cries edging him further. The skin to skin contact and noises are too much. Anakin knows you are close, he knows you like the back of his hand.

"Come on angel" He haunts you, squeezing your throat harder. "Come on, be mine" He says through gritted teeth, holding back by pure seconds. "Please, please my love"

You throw your head back, a strained sob of ecstasy ripping from your throat. Anakin watches amazed how you unwrap under him, opening your soul and mind in a form of an orgasm, and that's when he realizes he did it.

He follows you seconds after, filling you up not only with his hot and sticky release, but with sweet promises.

He can hear hurried steps outside the room, and he knows everything is going according to plan. Once Order 66 is completed, he will be able to spend the rest of this new opportunity of a fresh beginning with you.

When he kisses you again, his lips no longer taste like darkness, they taste like an apocalypse.

"I love you" Anakin breathes, smiling fondly.

"I love you" You stare back at him, your precious golden eyes glowing with tears and love.

Finally, you understood it.

He did it for us.

#𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 anya writes! #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x you #anakin #anakin smut #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker x reader smut #sith anakin #anakin x you #star wars anakin #anakin x y/n #anakin skywalker one shot #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker x female reader

[ddejavvu]

hi again!! perhaps for multiverse monday a spiderman!au with james potter where since he always busy fighting crime and stuff he keep’s showing up late to date nights with reader so he’s kind of forced to confess why and reader is completely okay with it <33 (could even be like ‘yeah i know jamie you left your suit out on the floor last night’) thank you love!!

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

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If James had really wanted to keep his secret, perhaps he shouldn't have come in through the window, perhaps he should have used the front door. But he barrels in through the open window anyways, panting and huffing and puffing, "Angel!"

"James!" You parrot his tone, eyes wide as he crashes onto the end of your bed. His hand is ashy, and the black dust rubs off on the fabric.

"I'm sorry," He pants, "I was- I need to tell you something, I didn't mean to miss movie night! I promise I'll make it up to you, I- I just need to confess."

"Calm down," You urge, taking his ash-stained hand and brushing your fingertips over the stuff, "Take your time, Jamie, I'm not mad."

"But I feel bad," He coughs, the sound thick and heavy in his chest, "I- I'm just gonna say it. I- I know this sounds crazy," He grips your wrists with wide eyes, and for a moment he does look it, "I'm Spider-Man."

You blink once at him, unphased, "I know."

His brows furrow and he squints, "Huh? What do y'mean, 'I know'?"

"I mean, I know," You shrug, "You're not very good at keeping secrets, Jamie. Little bottles labeled 'web fluid' go through the wash in your pockets, you just crawled in through the sixth story window, and you left your suit on the floor of the closet last night."

"You know. So you're- so you're not mad?" He's barely able to get his mouth to work, chest still heaving and lips agape.

"Not that you've missed movie night," You shrug, "We can watch a movie whenever we want. About the web fluid thing, though, if one of those bottles pops open in my washing machine ever again, I'll become a supervillain and fight you."

You glare at him with an impressively vicious furrow of your brows, and he's more scared in that moment than of any of the bad guys he's fought in the past.

"Okay," He breathes, an incredulous smile overtaking his features, "Okay, that's- this is good! This is great," He surges forwards to press a kiss to your lips, one that's only slightly bloody, "I- You know!"

"I know," You affirm, smearing the red substance off of James's cut, "And I also know that you need a shower and some bandages. You hop in, and I'll get the first aid kit. Deal?" You pat his thigh, and he nods breathlessly.

"Deal. I- Thank you," He kisses your temple as he darts for the bathroom, and you hear his voice echo around the tile, "My god, you know!"

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[billlydear]

MIDNIGHT MUNCHIES - BILLY HARGROVE X READER (18+)

word count: 1965 // masterlist | inbox (please request ! ) | WIP list

summary: you're well accustomed to billy's smoking habits and his subsequent eating habits.

Contents/Warnings: afab!reader, smut (18+), cunnilingus, almost-somnophilia (discussed beforehand and consensual; basically she's given him permission beforehand to eat her out while she sleeps she just woke up before he could), weed smoking, accidental cigarette burns, mentions of being high

A/N: do you like how I got so busy with schoolwork that i had to drop off the face of this app and then when i finally came back i chose to write freehand instead of touching the requests in my inbox... me either <3 this is the start of my summer break, though, so i hope to get out a lot of content for you guys!!

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! your feedback motivates me to write more, so thank you for your support :-)

Billy's an experienced smoker. He's building up an impressive tolerance to the stuff, but he gets his fix, and it makes his hands a little uncoordinated as he pries at the button on your shorts.

You'd meant to change before falling asleep in his bed, but for every puff he took of his joint, your eyes drooped lower and lower, until you finally fell asleep slumped back against his pillows.

You wake to his frustrated grunt, as well as the sting of something hot at your thigh. You hiss, leg tensing as you peer through the dim room at him, "Billy? Can I help you?"

"Can't get your fucking shorts off," He grunts, and you watch as the lit end of his joint tilts to your flesh again, leaving a burning ring in its wake. The second time you jolt away from it he realizes what's going on, yanking the blunt away from your skin.

"Shit," He ducks his head down to kiss the ash-covered red mark on your thigh, "Sorry, babe."

"I was sleeping," You whine, voice still thick with the stuff, "Can't you eat a bag of chips or something?"

"No," Billy mocks your pitiful tone, burying his face into your thigh and dotting kisses to the skin there, "You taste better."

Finally his fingers manage to pry the button hole of your shorts over the metal circle, and he rips your zipper down with enthusiasm you're not sure how his weed-riddled body possesses.

"You can sleep if you want to," He offers, but with the press of his slightly stubbly cheeks against your soft, raw inner thighs, you know you won't be able to.

"Oh-" Your thighs tense as Billy's lips press in a prim kiss to your slit, "Just- just go, Billy, I- I don't wanna sleep anymore!"

"Knew it," He chuckles, eyes hazy as he parts his lips, licking a thin, wet stripe just along the slit of your cunt, "I'll make it worth your time, angel. Just relax."

You unclench your thighs, and he nestles more comfortably between them. His large hands are thrown over your hips now, splayed wide under your ass as he tucks your thighs beneath his arms, locking you in place.

He's just barely keeping his joint from igniting the blanket with the way it's tucked between his fingers, because now most of his attention is on the pliant, fleshy globes of your ass. You reach down to take it from him just in case, and he hums in approval, nestling his face into your slit so that the sound vibrates through you.

"Billy!" You gasp, hips attempting to jerk upwards even though they're stopped by his strong grip, "C'mon, please- please just do something!"

"You smell so fucking good," He groans, pointedly ignoring your pleas. He seems to be burrowing into you instead of indulging himself, and you're sure you're slick enough now to wet his nose if he keeps pressing it into your cunt.

"Billy," You pant, reaching down with the hand that isn't holding his blunt. You grab hold of his curls, tugging hard, "Do something!"

He bites you. He sinks his teeth into the oversensitive, thin skin that creases your thigh and your cunt, nipping roughly at it as a searing pain erupts from the bite. You cry out, hand falling from his hair and joint nearly slipping out of your grip.

"Ow!" You cry, but your stomach kicks back up with butterflies as he drags his tongue over the bite mark in a long, wet, thick, soothing stripe, "Ah, Billy, that- that hurt!"

"Don't order me around," He drawls, tongue back in his mouth as he presses his nose into the stinging bite mark, "I'll eat you out when I eat you out."

And, of course, eat you out he does. You should have known his dramatics were only that, the snap of his teeth were a show of authority, not of reluctance. He indulges in the wet smear of slick that's threatening to seep out from between the lips of your warm cunt, finally sticking his tongue out to slide between them in a stroke that only makes you wetter.

You're in the middle of taking a drag from his blunt when he finally makes his move, and you nearly bite the thing in half. You choke on the smoke, chest stuttering and lungs heaving to get oxygen back when it seems there's none left. Billy's hungry tonight, the more weed he smokes, the more intense his cravings are, and tonight he seems to be out of his mind.

Once he starts, he can't stop. He dives in, jaw nearly unhinged as he tries fitting it around your entire cunt. His tongue is messy and eager as it laps through your folds, licking up wetness that gushes out of you due to his ministrations. You can feel him trying to control himself, trying to drag his tongue through your cunt in methodical swirls, but eventually his rational brain loses out, and instinct takes over.

He laps at your cunt wet and messy, dragging his tongue in a slimy trail up from just above your ass to the hood of your clit. He pays special interest to the sensitive bud, lips sealing around it as he sucks and licks at you. His hands, still kneading greedily at your ass, change targets as he flicks his tongue over your clit one last time. He pries your thighs even further apart, like there's more of your cunt that you're hiding from him. He doesn't find any, of course, but he takes what he can get, groaning as he dives his tongue back into your pussy.

He's more than vocal, his hot breath coming in pants that signal he's getting out of breath. How he's managed to suffocate himself in your cunt, you have no clue, but you like how desperate it makes him.

He's making out with your pussy so well that you feel an orgasm already creeping up on you, brought on by the haziness of your former sleep and by how many grunts and groans he's pumping into you. He eats like he hasn't in years, like he doesn't get high and ravage you every night.

"Billy," You whimper, the bump of his nose against your clit ramping up the flow of pleasure below your stomach, "Billy I- I might- I think I'm gonna cum soon!"

"Do it," He pants, burrowing his face impossibly further into your cunt, practically sucking your orgasm out of you, "Go, baby, cum on my tongue. Give it to me, 'wanna- nngh," His voice tampers out into a gruff groan as your cunt begins to clench around his tongue, "Wanna taste you."

"Come on," He coaxes, purring into your cunt and egging on your impending release, "Come on, angel, lemme have it."

"I'm- I'm gonna cum!" You insist, reaching down with your free hand to lock them in his curls once more. This time, however, he doesn't reprimand you for your tugging, and you relish having something steady to hold on to as Billy licks your orgasm out of you.

The second you spasm around him, the moment your thighs start to shake and clench around Billy's head, he's letting a steady flow of moans seep into your pussy. It only makes things more intense, and as pleasure bleeds through your veins, Billy sucks it out of you.

"Fuck yeah," He groans, gruff and ragged into your cunt. He's panting, chest heaving as he devours you, "More, baby, c'mon, keep going."

His thick, rough thumb comes up to rub your clit, pressured circles around and around the bud that nearly make you black out. Billy's nothing if not an intense lover, and you think he may be trying to crawl inside of your cunt to suck you dry from the inside the way that he's mashing his face into you.

"Okay," You pant, heaving and shaky as you come down from your high. Billy's not easing up, tongue still laving through your pussy like there's more to take.

"Okay, Billy, okay!" You yelp, flinching in sensitive shock when he tries suckling desperately at your clit again. It's all too much, you're afraid you might pass out if he keeps going, not that you wouldn't have a good time.

"More," He groans, chasing you up the bed when you scramble into a sitting position and back against the headboard. He crawls onto the bed after you, already prying at your knees that you've bent together.

"Please, babe," He begs, voice thick with rasp, "Please, 'just want a little more, I- I'll go slow or something, I promise."

"I can't," You pant, gripping his cheeks and tugging him into a kiss instead. He's happy for the substitute, and you taste your own release on his tongue as he resumes licking sloppily into you.

"Here," You have to pry him away from your face, his lips chasing after yours, spit trailing down his glistening chin. You hand over his blunt, and he takes it from you eagerly to fill his lungs with smoke.

"More," He insists, keeping the joint held between his two fingers as he reaches for your face this time, leading another kiss. He steals the breath from your lungs, replacing it with thick smoke that makes your eyes water. He's too busy sucking your tongue to notice, his own trailing along its underside and sending shivers down your spine.

The squelching sound that accompanies his kiss is almost more filthy than how it had sounded when he was eating you out, and though your cunt is still on fire, you feel something building below your belly again.

He's making the same sounds into your mouth as he was into your cunt, grunting and groaning and huffing and panting as he devours you. It's only when he's nearly blue in the face does he let up, breaking away to pant open-mouthed against the corner of your lips. He knocks his forehead against your temple, lips mouthing lazily at your jaw while he catches his breath.

"Jesus, Billy." You breathe, lungs now empty of both smoke and oxygen as you heave, "You're- oh," He presses a wet kiss to your jaw, "You're really going tonight."

"I'm hungry," He drawls, voice lazy and gruff with both exhaustion and smoke, "But I'm-" He breaks off to yawn, nose scrunching, "-Tired, too."

"I can tell," You laugh weakly, no power in you to do so heartier, "Come on, baby, put out the light and let's go to sleep."

"Mhm," He groans, snuffing out his blunt and stashing it god knows where, too lazy to do anything with it, "You gotta- you gotta pee or something."

"Yeah,' I'll pee," You promise him, slightly touched that even smoked out of his mind, he's concerned for your post-orgasm hygiene. You excuse yourself while he wrestles with the blankets on the bed, and when you get back, he's snoring against his- no, your pillow.

"Billy," You scoff fondly, slipping a hand under his head to try and scoot it off of your pillow. He's limp now, and you're easily able to reroute him to his own side of the bed. When you slide in beside him the bed dips, and he rolls with the incline, body heavy with sleep as it presses against you.

"C'mere," You scoff, wiping away drool that's beading at the corner of his mouth as he snores, "Goodnight, Billy, love you."

You know he can't hear you, you know he won't say it back. But it feels wrong sleeping without saying it, so you nestle into him under the covers, and when you press a kiss to his throat, you feel his heart beat.

You know he loves you, too.

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[moraxsthrone]

itto x reader (fem)

wc:: 400+

warnings:: nsfw. mdni. face riding. overstim.

a/n:: huh. who knew arataki itto would push me out of my writing rut (for now at least). never would’ve guessed. it’s raining a fine lot of men, gods, and demons in the genshin fandom. a bitch will not go hungry in teyvat smh 😩😮‍💨 (reposted from @/kingdaddydaichi (mine))

you can barely make out the muffled sound of itto’s growls over your own mewls and whimpers as he eats your soul from your cunt. he takes deep breaths through his nose to keep from drowning in the mess of saliva and pussy juice that spills across his cheeks. the deep, guttural vibrations purring from his throat send you over the edge, gushing yet another coat of your creamy slick all over his face.

you’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had since itto practically picked you up by your fleshy hips and sat you on his face. you doubt you even know how to count at all anymore as his black fingernails rake mindlessly over your shaky thighs. panting, you look down at the powerful oni, still slurping away with his magma-colored irises nearly overtaken by black, slitted pupils as he meets your gaze. he gives your clit a particularly hard tug between his lips, making you gasp between sobs. 

“i-itto…itto! baby, stop…s’too much!”

he lifts you away from his face just enough to lick his lips and speak. “c’mon, pretty girl,” he coos, his voice thick with lust. “your pussy tastes so, so good. mmm…wanna drink every last drop.” 

you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath when he flicks the tip of his tongue over your swollen bud, making you jerk away from him but your reflexes are no match for his beastly strength. he grips your ass, yanking your abused cunt right up against his mouth again. 

“itto, please…” you cry, your poor, sensitive clit throbbing. it feels like he could breathe on it and make you cum again. 

“please give me one more, angel. one more then i’ll stuff ya full of my cock,” he promises, rutting his hips, his hard length aching and leaking a puddle of pre onto the ash-white strip of hair beneath his navel.

“n-no…can’t,” you whine, slumping forward, barely able to hold yourself up any longer. “i can’t, itto…”

“yeah, ya can.” you swear you see fire flicker in his eyes when he glides his tongue across his fangs. “hold onto my horns, baby,” he says, pulling your weight onto his face again.

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[kingdaddydaichi]

itto x reader (fem)

wc:: 400+

warnings:: nsfw. mdni. face riding. overstim.

a/n:: huh. who knew arataki itto would push me out of my writing rut (for now at least). never would’ve guessed. i will be writing more haikyuu-related content when the inspiration strikes me, but it’s raining a fine lot of men, gods, and demons over in the genshin fandom. a bitch will not go hungry in teyvat smh 😩😮‍💨

you can barely make out the muffled sound of itto’s growls over your own mewls and whimpers as he eats your soul from your cunt. he takes deep breaths through his nose to keep from drowning in the mess of saliva and pussy juice that spills across his cheeks. the deep, guttural vibrations purring from his throat send you over the edge, gushing yet another coat of your creamy slick all over his face.

you’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had since itto practically picked you up by your fleshy hips and sat you on his face. you doubt you even know how to count at all anymore as his black fingernails rake mindlessly over your shaky thighs. panting, you look down at the powerful oni, still slurping away with his magma-colored irises nearly overtaken by black, slitted pupils as he meets your gaze. he gives your clit a particularly hard tug between his lips, making you gasp between sobs. 

“i-itto…itto! baby, stop…s’too much!”

he lifts you away from his face just enough to lick his lips and speak. “c’mon, pretty girl,” he coos, his voice thick with lust. “your pussy tastes so, so good. mmm…wanna drink every last drop.” 

you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath when he flicks the tip of his tongue over your swollen bud, making you jerk away from him but your reflexes are no match for his beastly strength. he grips your ass, yanking your abused cunt right up against his mouth again. 

“itto, please…” you cry, your poor, sensitive clit throbbing. it feels like he could breathe on it and make you cum again. 

“please give me one more, angel. one more then i’ll stuff ya full of my cock,” he promises, rutting his hips, his hard length aching and leaking a puddle of pre onto the ash-white strip of hair beneath his navel.

“n-no…can’t,” you whine, slumping forward, barely able to hold yourself up any longer. “i can’t, itto…”

“yeah, ya can.” you swear you see fire flicker in his eyes when he glides his tongue across his fangs. “hold onto my horns, baby,” he says, pulling your weight onto his face again.

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

If you’re taking headcanon requests, I have a very specific idea for Frollo that’s been living rent free in my head for awhileeeeeee.

Imagine Frollo being summoned as a ghost into the modern world by a nonbinary spirit medium or witch. Just, let this man loose his entire mind as a FAR too lovely witch is running around chatting with ghosts, and trying to calm him tf down in the process XD

Probably doesn’t help that “nonbinary witch” would probably sound like evil itself to Frollo lol

The horror of the new day

Frollo x nb!reader

warning : just some funny things and a very confused Frollo

Info : Thanks for this request @add-a-bit-of-neurospice it was an interesting idea/concept but was like I said really,really fun to write. Frollo just in our time and dies again of the ,,sins" he sees everywhere :) I hope you like it and have fun reading ;)

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Hell had been his home since he had fallen into the flames in front of Notre Dame, the stone had crushed his body and the flames had not left him as ashes, he had been in hell.

His faith was right after his soul had left his body he found himself in. The infinite inferno was burning again, an eternal flame that tormented him until he threatened to lose his mind.

Time was irrelevant and he no longer had any feeling for it except the pain of seeing the souls of his victims and enemies pass by, but he hardly paid any attention to them.

Until one day in infinite time he felt his body rise from the flames and was freed. It had to be God he was convinced as the flames around him. Around him became less and less.

The darkness enveloped him before he heard a distant voice calling out to him, saying his name. Looking around for the person, his soul coalesced into the image, his body easily visible around the ring that had suddenly appeared.

He was heavier than the flames, heavier than the pain and it held him. It held him until the darkness around him receded, his voice became clearer and when he lifted his gaze he was standing in a room. ,,What is this?" he asked, confused as to why his jellyfish had ended because when he ascended he was supposed to be in the clouds, singing and becoming an angel.

,,Oh my Lillith, it worked!" he heard the voice more clearly and saw the right person. The first thing he noticed was the pointed hat and the necklace with the pentagram. A witch someone he would have burned immediately if he still had the time.

But when he looked further at the she-devil, he saw pants instead of a dress and her hair was short. A demon. ,,Demon, why did you call me?" he asked, a hint of fear in his voice, it must be a powerful being if it could summon him with a ring. ,,Demon? Oh no, I'm a witch, a medium do you understand Frollo?" the person asked him and continued to walk around the room excitedly, collecting ingredients, clothes and books and muttering to themselves.

It was a sight that confused and unsettled him. It couldn't be his time, in his time there was no glowing sun on the ceiling, no clocks that seemed so small and thin.

And this glowing book on which his summoner was typing only confused him even more. Suddenly he felt the ring that had summoned him glow and he understood even less what was going on. ,,Okay, Frollo, listen. You are in the year 2023 and I have to ask you a few questions for a assignment," he listened to the demon and gradually realized that hundreds of years must have passed.

Hundreds of years in which he suffered that felt like the eternal time of an hourglass. The world and especially the church seemed to have changed.

The more he saw of this wonderful space, the more he realized that there was neither a cross nor a holy image of Jesus and Mary. ,,Two thousand and twenty-three... and you demon summoned me?" he asked hesitantly and stopped in front of a glass box with a sun in it and saw a snake inside.

The demon's soul animal. He turned back to the strange creature in disgust. ,,Yes, I did, to be more precise, my first summoning. How do you feel, or rather, what was it like to fall to your death like that?" The person asked again and the spirit looked down at the ring.

The world was strange to him things had changed and yet the hellfire had stopped. Talking was not a sin and if it meant staying away from the fire why not...nothing could be worse than hellfire. ,,I fell dear summoner creature, the flames had surrounded me but not caught me. It was the stone that broke my body before the fire could take me," he began to tell, walking around the room and seeing the interested look on his necromancer's face.

He saw how the summoner continued to make notes while he told his life story.

It felt good to talk again and not just think about pain. And the longer he talked, the more interested his counterpart became. Maybe he even told untruths, lies, but in order to be heard, to be right and not get caught in the fire, he would tell this witch, this demon everything.

Even after death, his justification and his guilt had not changed. But why should it? He had a listener who believed it and that was all that mattered in the here and now.

Even though he had to admit that the longer he looked around this strange room, told his story and listened to the witch, he was still interested in these new things around him. Maybe he would have to make a contract to take on this kind of witchcraft.

He even had to smile once when he managed to scare the stranger. When he showed him the picture when he died. However, this only led to the stranger turning on music or something similar on the glowing book and starting to pray wildly and say prayers.

It was very confusing and these words like cell phone, light bulb and non-binary were things he called divine and devil. But all this time he started to like the company when he sat down in the chair that was touched by the witch, giving him access.

Even if his gaze went to the suns around him, his gaze was always on his savior while Frollo strove over the ring…for a moment he was completely grateful to have been saved…maybe there was still hope…for his soul in the end.

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Hope you enjoyed it @add-a-bit-of-neurospice

#the hunchback of notre dame #disney movies #judge claude frollo #judge claude frollo x reader #claude frollo #judge frollo #claude frollo x reader #judge frollo x reader

[storydays]

The Show Must Go On P3

(3rd POV)

Charlie and Vaggie rode on Razzle and Dazzle's dragon forms, with (Y/N) flying behind them, his wings now as big as his dad's and they were now tipped in silver.

They could hear their people cheering for them as they took to the skies. "Yeah! Get 'em!" Husk called.

"Forward!" Charlie screamed. "Go, Razzle, go!" 

"Let's do this!" (Y/N) screamed, angelic sword at the ready. "Oh, look who thinks they're badass now." Adam grinned.  "Fuck yeah! I knew you were holding back, Princey!" Ash laughed darkly before (Y/N) shot fire at him. 

"The traitor came to die." Lute chuckled, before charging Vaggie, and killing Dazzle. "No!" Vaggie cried as Lute stabbed the dragon through the neck.

"Before I take your life, I'm going to tear that other eye out of your face." threatened the exorcist. "Try it, bitch." Vaggie growled, putting her fists up.

The two started to fight, Vaggie dodging the angelic sword, and kicking Lute. Lute responded by slamming her head into a table, making gold ichor drip from her nose. 

*With Charlie*

"Vaggie!" cried Charlie, Razzle flying down to try and help, only to be stopped by Adam. "Surprise, bitch!" He grinned, slapping the princess into the hotel sign, making her shriek as she was electrocuted. 

Charlie panted heavily as Adam hovered over her. "Risking your immortal life for sinners? That's some crazy shit, even for Lucifer's brat!" 

"These sinners, are my family." Charlie growled, slamming her fist into the roof. 

"These sinners are my famwy." mocked Adam in a baby voice, Charlie narrowing her eyes. "Do you even hear yourself? You shoulda stayed in your place, girlie--Arrgh! Shit!" he screamed as Charlie used her trident to stab Adam before throwing him into the a glass window. 

"That's Princess of Hell to you, pig!" she growled. 

"The fuck! That hurt!" Adam exclaimed, eyeing the stab wound. Charlie just glared at him, eyes filled with determintation as her tail waved behind her. 

"Heh hahahahaha, okay." Adam muttered lowly. 

*With (Y/N)*

He grunted as Ash punched him in the face, giving him a black eye. "Archer, please. I know somewhere deep down you know who I am." (Y/N) blocked Ash's sword as the two faced off. "I've told you already! My name is Ash, and I know who you are: (cute nickname)."

Hearing the old nickname, (Y/N) gasped and lost focus, allowing the red fox to kick him in the stomach, and pin him to some rubble by his ponytail with one of his spears. "Yeah, (cute nickname). I've always known. When I was 'killed' in that extermination, it was fake." Ash commented causally, leaning on his own spear.

"W-What?" (Y/N) felt his own blood run cold. 

"Yep. Well, no, I was sliced in half, hurt like a bitch. But yeah, Lute and Adam found me and took pity on me. Adam used his magic to put me back together and ever since then I've fought my way up to being his number 2. I'm the Sargent of the Extermination Angels, babe." 

"So, all this time you've been alive, and you never came home? You never wanted to--" (Y/N) could feel the tears in his eyes. Ash chuckled and rolled his eyes.  "Nope. It was all a sham, sweetie. All the time and love we've spent together,  it was so I could kill you and your sister and take your place as Prince of Hell. To think, the Shadow Prince of Hell, was such an easy lay."

At that, (Y/N) let out a scream of rage, took his sword and cut his ponytail, freeing himself. Ash's eyes widen, remembering the prince loved his long hair, and took such special care of it. 

"Let me show exactly why they call me the Shadow Prince." (Y/N) grinned darkly, before charging. 

*With Vaggie*

Vaggie grunted as she was thrown to the floor again. She tried reaching for her spear when Lute grabbed her by her ponytail. "You always were weak." Lute chuckled, before taking Vaggie's spear and stabbing her in her head, making Vaggie scream in pain. 

"So I'll spare you the pain of seeing your demon bitch die." 

Vaggie looked around and noticed the railing. She took the spear out of her hand and threw Lute into some rubble nearby, used her spear to cut her wings free, and cut the rubble down to fall on Lute.

The angel screamed, her mask falling off. Vaggie approached with a hard look on her face to see Lute's left arm pinned under the rubble with a glare on her face. 

"Do it then. Correct your mistake."

"Seriously, you're pathetic, you know that? Ready to die rather than accepting mercy?" Vaggie backed off. "No, live. Live knowing that you only do because I let you. The failure." 

Charlie's scream could be heard in the background. Vaggie gasped and flew off to help her, leaving Lute. 

Once Lute was alone, she started to pull against the rubble, screaming as her arm was painfully ripped from her body.

*With Charlie*

Adam laughed as he slammed Charlie back, before grabbing her by her throat. "Let..me..go!" Charlie grunted. 

"This fight was cute n' all, but it's time to die with the rest of them." Adam declared dramatically. Charlie briefly peeked at her people, standing close together, ready to go down fighting. TO her brother, who was now covered in shadows and fighting his ex. 

Vaggie landed to help the princess only to be pinned by an angry, armless, Lute. "Charlie!" she cried out to her love.

Adam laughed evilly before a fist punched him in his face. Adam screamed as he was thrown into the window from earlier. 

Charlie gasped as she was caught by Lucifer. "Dad?"

"Sorry I wasn't here sooner, sweetie." Lucifer smiled, putting Charlie down, before looking around. "Where's your brother?" 

Charlie pointed to (Y/N) in the distance. 

Their attention was drawn to Adam as he climbed back up, coughing. "Okay, seriously? How many of you freaks do I have to fight?" He growled.

"Oh, I'm the only one that matters."Lucifer rolled his sleeves up. "See, you messed with my kids, and now I am going to fuck you!" he grinned. 

Everyone froze in the battle. Vaggie, Lute and Angel rose an eyebrow in amusement, (Y/N) facepalmed. 

*With the Vees*

Velvette was grinning like a maniac, Vox look weirded out, and Valentino smiled like the slut he is. "Well, this just got interesting." 

*at the hotel*

"It's fuck you 'up', Dad." Charlie whispered to a smug Lucifer. "Wait what did I say?" He asked before being tackled by an raging Adam. 

"Haha! So this is what you've been up to since Eden? Gotta say, you really let yourself go, buddy." Lucifer shrugged, shifting into different animals. "You judgin' me? You're the most hate being in all of creation!" Adam growled, throwing the snake form of Lucifer. 

"Woah! Well, your first wife didn't seem to hate what I had to offer," He made a V around his mouth, "Or the second. Bow-chick-bow-wow." Lucifer thrusted his hips forward mockingly. "I'll fucking end you!!" growled the angel. 

"Woah, missed me! Hoohoo, not even close! Hehehehehe! Nice try, douchebag!" Lucifer giggled. 

*With (Y/N)*

The prince and the fox angel traded magic shots back and forth. (Y/N) was encased in shadows, his eyes as red as the Pride Ring sky. He opened his wings, which were now completely silver and thrusted them forward, thousands of his feathers turning into Kunais. 

"Ow fuck!" exclaimed Ash, now pinned down by the silver weapons. "What the hell?" (Y/N) landed in front of the angel, holding his sword at the other's throat. "My wings are an extension of my body. And one of my  greatest weapons. I can make angelic steel appear in my wings. I can control my feathers as they if they were still attached as well. These are angelic steel kunai but also they are filled with Deadly Nightshade poison. "

Ash's eyes widen. When Deadly Nightshade enters your body, it was only a matter of time until the hallucinations, paralysis, convulsions, and his painful death. 

"When you were 'killed' all those years ago, I raged for several hours in heartbreak. I killed thousands of demons and exorcist angels with my poisonous wings. And now, just like our time together, this battle is over!" 

With that, (Y/N) raised his sword, and beheaded his lo-Ash, the exorcist angel. 

Looking into his ex's cold dead eyes, he sighed and briefly allowed the tears to flow. "You were wrong, Archer. I know our time together meant something to you. Even if it didn't, I am worthy of love. And I will always love you. But I will be happy this time."

(Y/N) smiled, wiping his tears, before flying away to help. 

*With Charlie*

"Hold still you slippery fucker!" Adam snapped, still trying to get the King of Hell.

Charlie looked down to see Vaggie and Lute still wrestling.  Charlie rushed forward with a worried look. 

Adam sent a beam of holy light towards Lucifer, Lucifer dodging only to for the hotel to fall apart, Charlie screaming as she fell. 

"I got you!" Lucifer smiled as he caught Charlie in his arms, the king and princess sharing a soft look. 

Charlie smiled at her dad, only to see Adam flying towards them behind her dad. "Dad, look out!" she cried, eyes changing colors. 

Charlie's hand changed to a bigger size, glowing with magic going to stop Adam. Adam froze in place, mere inches from hitting Lucifer when he felt a tug on his wings. 

"(Y/N!)" Charlie and Lucifer smiled, seeing the Shadow Prince with a glower on his face, holding Adam's wings in one hand. 

"Woah, wait, what the fuck?" Adam gasped. Charlie grabbed the Angel and thew him to the ground, creating a crater in the ground. 

Adam groaned, ichor dripping on his face to see the three Morningstars in full demon form, all glaring at him. Charlie was being held by one of Lucifer's arms, and (Y/N) was hovering behind him, eyes narrowed, and (f/c) flames hovering around his hands and tail.

"You come at me and my kids, don't forget you're in my house, bitch!" Lucifer roared,flaming fists beating the Angel. 

Laughing, Lucifer raised his hands, summoning his own holy light, ready to smite Adam, when a hand was placed on his shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, Dad. He's had enough." Charlie chided softly.  

"Mm, he's got one more hit in him." (Y/N) grinned, kicking Adam in his dick....hard.

"How's mercy taste, you little bitch?" panted Lucifer, high fiving his son.

"No...You don't get to end this." Adam panted, climbing out of the crater, as the rest of the members appeared. "I'm the fucking ,man, and you're just some fucking clown or something. I started everything on Earth. All of mankind came from these fucking nuts!"

Everyone looked at the angel with frowns, and raised eyebrows, and crossed arms. "You should all be worshiping me, you ungrateful, disgusting, fucking losers!" Adam screamed in pain, making everyone gasp, looking down at the knifes: One sticking through his heart, and the other sticking out of the side of his head. 

"Woah!" Vaggie exclaimed with a smile. 

"Hey, you got something sticking out of your...your thing there." Lucifer deadpanned. Adam fell to the floor, revealing Niffty blinking innocently. Out of the corner of his eye, Angel saw (Y/N)'s tail flicking suspiciously. 

"Niffty?" Charlie asked, Lucifer frog blinking next to her. 

"(Y/N), did you...?" Angel asked. His fiance shrugged, looking pretty proud of himself. "What? He was getting on my nerves." "Stab! Stab! Stab!" Niffty laughed manically, stabbing the dead body. 

*With the Vees*

"Hoooooly shit." Vox grinned, as Val and Vel stared at the screen with wide eyes. 

*At the hotel*

"Blood! Ha ha ha!" 

"NOOOOO!!!" screamed Lute as she flew to the dying Adam's side. "Sir?! Sir?! Stay with me, sir." Lute begged, as Adam smiled softly at her before dying. "Adam!" she shouted, tears falling out of her eyes.

"It's over." Charlie said softly, glaring at the Lieutenant. 

"Take your little friends, and go home!" Lucifer shouted, flames coming out of his mouth. "Please." He added pleasantly.

Lute glared at the King before grabbing Adam's and Ash's Halos. "Retreat. All exorcists fall back." she ordered, flying after the few exorcist angels alive.

The demons watched as the portal closed before Lucifer turned to the tired group with an awkward grin. "Soooo...who's up for pancakes?" 

*On the news*

"I'm Katie KillJoy." "And I'm--" "Nobody gives a shit who you are, Tom." Katie rolled her eyes, pushing her coworker away. Breaking news: Extermination Day is canceled. Charlie Morningstar managed to fend off the angelic attack  with more than just nice words." All around the Pride Ring, demons listened to the bitch reporter. 

"In an unseen turn of events, our demonic head honcho Lucifer stepped in to save his daughter's ass in the last moment. We're also hearing reports that Adam, leader of the Angelic Legions, first man and totally fuckable bad boy has been slain by even more fuckable Prince Morningstar and a filthy janitor. The janitor said, quote, '(Y/N) told me to stab, so I did.' The Prince said and quote, 'He was getting on my nerves.' And can we talk about how sexy the Prince's new hairdo is? Hottie alert! Anyway, congrats to Charlie and her crew for not being totally fucking useless for once."

*At the Hotel*

Everyone was rummaging through the piles. Husk found a bottle of alcohol which shattered into pieces. Charlie looked around the rummage, and finding KeeKee stuck under a rock. "Oh, there, there. It's," she sighed heavily, " It's okay."

She watched as (Y/N) approached Angel with Fat Nuggets in his arms, and the two shared a kiss, before Angel took his pet pig in his lower arms. He ruffled (Y/N)'s now short hair and smiled, "This suits you, my love." (Y/N) smiled and kissed Angel's cheek.

Charlie smiled at the two, going to talk towards them when she stepped on something. Looking down, her eyes widen seeing the banner they made for Pentious' first week.

Everyone stared at the new hotel with admiration when Lucifer spoke up. "Say, don't we have a wedding to plan for?" He smirked as his son's eyes widen before Angel wrapped an arm around his lover's shoulder. "We sure do, baby! Can't wait to marry the finest man in all of Hell!" Angel kissed his lover's head.

"I see my short hair is doin' something for you, tesoro. You can't keep yourself from touching me," He paused as his father and sister shot him looks, "Wait I--" "Oh, no, you're right baby, I can't keep my hands from touching you." Angel smirked, before (Y/N) playfully blew ice in his face.

*In Heaven*

Sera and Emily were sitting in a meeting room when suddenly a new soul arrived. The new soul stood up and looked around confusedly. "What--? Where? Where am I?!" Pentious asked anxiously. Realizing he wasn't alone, he smiled at the two angels. "Oh, hello." 

Emily squeaked in joy, while Sera's face dropped in horror.

*Elsewhere in Heaven*

Waves splashed against the beach as a figure with long flowing hair sat in a beach chair. Lute approached the figure and threw Adam's halo down at the figures feet.

"Adam and Ash are dead. Your deal is done and I'm in charge now." She looked coldly at the figure. "Your brats are threatening the very foundation of Heaven. And if you want to stay here, you're going down there and stopping those bastards. You understand me," Lute glared into the woman's hard gaze. 

"Lilith?"

*End*

Wow! We made it to the enddddddd!!!! It was so much fun writing and I can't wait for Season 2 of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss! Should I do a reader insert of Helluva Boss? Ooh, or maybe a Characters watching Hazbin Hotel with Prince MorningStar?? I will also take requests for Prince Morningstar oneshots, or Hazbin oneshots in general. 

What'd ya think? Keep an eye out for more!

@marshm3llo

This is (Y/N) with short hair :) thank you @deathexe6110 ❤️💋kisses darling

#storydays #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel charlie #x male reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x male reader #princemorningstar #vivziepop #hazbin hotel x y/n #hellaverse #hazbin hotel fandom

[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Taylyn Oneshot

✨Sapphics✨

The group was having another one of their usual sleepovers. This was now almost an every night occurrence. In a strange way, everyone being together brought comfort to them all after the hellish night they would have just gone through. And tonight was no difference. 

Everyone was panting and gulping nervously, trying to calm down and catch their breaths. 

“Is everyone ok?” Taylor asked. “Anyone need some waters?”

“We’ll be fine..” Tyler said gruffly. 

Taylor glanced over at Ashlyn, who was in the corner and already on her phone. Taylor gave the ginger a worried look and crawled over to her. 

“You ok?” She asked as she sat in front of Ashlyn, sitting on her knees and fidgeting with her hands nervously. Taylor does this a lot around Ash. She’s pretty..

“Ya. Documenting everything that happened tonight, plus any supplies we may need to hide in the morning.”

“Always such a hard worker,” Taylor said with a tired smile. She couldn’t imagine doing all of what Ashlyn did. It worried her. Taylor hoped Ash was taking the time to actually take care of herself. 

“Can’t afford to rest,” Ashlyn said gruffly. 

Taylor gave her an anxious look upon hearing that. “Now Ashlyn, I’m sure we both know that’s not true!”

Taylor looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow. Her green eyes bore into Taylor’s soul. But she wasn’t complaining. 

Ashlyn set her phone face down on the floor. “What do you want to do, then?”

Taylor felt her face flush. She realized the room had gone quiet. Aiden and Tyler were in the kitchen and Ben and Logan were playing the game sticks on the other side of the room. 

“I..” she stared at the freckled girl. “Maybe, um.. I can do some different hairstyles on you!” Taylor offered. 

Ashlyn tilted her head. “Hairstyles?”

“Ya! I’ve never had any girl friends before. And Tyler’s always had short hair. So, um, I’ve never gotten to play with anyone’s hair before. 

Ashlyn gave Taylor a look that made her feel like she had just recommended the most stupidest of ideas in the history of the universe. 

But, eventually, Ashlyn sighed. “Maybe that would be nice.. help me get my mind off of..” she softly gripped her wrist. In the nightmare world, a phantom had managed to grab Ashlyn’s wrist.

No wonder she’s so stressed Taylor thought. 

Taylor reached into her pajama pants pockets and pulled out a ponytail. 

Ashlyn turned her back to Taylor and Taylor ran her fingertips through the ginger’s long hair. Taylor always admired Ashlyn’s hair. How long it is, how silly it is, how graceful it is.. the complete opposite of her own, always grimy and oily from mechanics club and short, but never looked the way she wanted it to..

She tried out a couple of hairstyles on Ashlyn, the two laughing a bit as they exchanged jokes and secrets.

“Tyler is a moron,” Ashlyn said with a blunt, yet playful tone. “How do you deal with him?”

Taylor laughed. “You kinda have to when he’s your twin!”

Eventually Taylor finished, letting Ashlyn’s hair fall back down to her shoulders like an angel settling its wings. 

Ashlyn’s shoulders had relaxed quite a bit over the 30 minutes the girls had been chatting. She seemed.. happy.. and that made Taylor’s heart do backflips. 

“That was.. kind of fun. Maybe having friends isn’t too bad,” Ashlyn said, making Taylor smile like an idiot. 

“Ya, well, sometimes you’ve just gotta give people a chance!”

Ashlyn turned, the corner of her mouth curved into a slight smile. “Hm.. maybe. Or maybe you’re actually bearable.”

If it were anyone else, this would’ve sounded like a backhanded compliment. But Taylor knew that’s not what Ashlyn meant. In fact, it was rather high praise. 

“Ya, well.. “ she was hand fidgeting again. “I like hanging out with you a lot..”

Ash tilted her head again. Taylor loved when she did that. It was always so cute. 

“You’re really interesting. And your personality.. well, it helps me calm myself down. It’s so quiet and peaceful around you..”

Ashlyn looked rather surprised and Taylor immediately regretting her words. She can’t just go around d saying stuff like that!

She felt her face turn into a cherry and she quickly turned away. “What I’m trying to say is I think you’re really cool and reliable! And I appreciate you immensely for all you do!”

She could still feel Ashlyn’s eyes staring right through her, as if she were an open book. And she probably was. Taylor was so bad at hiding her feelings. She always wore her heart on her sleeve. 

“Taylor..”

Ashlyn’s voice brought her back to reality and she looked up at Ashlyn, who was looking at her like a lioness. Beautiful, proud, and powerful. 

“Yes..?” Taylor whispered. What was this look Ashlyn was giving her? Why did it make her feel like an overheating pipe? Like a robot’s hardwire malfunctioning? Like.. like..

Like a lovesick idiot?

Ashlyn was about to say something before Aiden and Tyler burst back in, Aiden chasing Tyler. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Tyler yelled, throwing a blanket at him. 

Ben and Logan look up in shock and get up to try and separate the two. 

“I..I should go take care of my brother..”

Ashlyn sighed. “Ya. And I’ve gotta get Aiden to calm the fuck down, too.”

Ashlyn got up and went over to scold Aiden. 

Taylor watched her, desperately wishing to call her back. To ask her what she was going to say..

But no words came out. Taylor looked down sadly before getting up to help her brother out. 

She always wondered.. when would it be her day to have a great love story? Or maybe she watches too many romance movies…

Then again, none of those movies were like her. A girl desperately pining for the girl with freckles and red hair and emotionally distant attitude and the cute mannerisms and.. and..

“Taylor, why are you red?” Tyler asked. 

“I think I’m malfunctioning..”

Divider by @cafekitsune

#School bus graveyard #sbg #webtoon #ashlyn banner #taylor hernandez #taylyn #Oneshot #fanfic #Ashlyn x taylor #Taylor x ashlyn #Sapphic

[trashogram]

Charlie Kills Valentino One-Shot

Warning: Rated M for Mature. Descriptions of graphic violence, dismemberment, blood, the insanity of staring evil in the face, etc., OOC Charlie (I guess 😒)

Charlie grimaced as she brushed ash from her pants. Valentino’s bluster had thrown a surprising amount of debris in her direction. She couldn’t help but think, somewhere in the very back of her brain, that that had been on purpose.

Then again, she was still mortified by the electrical fire she’d set accidentally, so perhaps she couldn’t fault Valentino for that. 

Still, Charlie looked around the remains of the set, at the cast and crew that had not yet left post-disruption. The lot of them were huddled in the furthest corners of the room, or loitering away from the damage… and from the door that Angel Dust and Valentino had disappeared into.

It made the princess pause, to see some of these demons, even ones that towered over her in black latex and leather masks, trembling about the shoulders and hands. Not the most obvious thing, but Charlie’s enhanced sight could pick out the inconsistencies. 

With black lips pursed, Charlie sidled up to the demon who’d not yet withdrawn his boom mic. “Does this happen a lot?”

“What you mean? Do bitches come in here and burn down the place all the time?” Beady eyes glared at her as the horned devil gave her a sharp smirk. “Nuh-uh, just you.” 

A flare up of guilt and indignance caught up with Charlie’s already rosy cheeks, and she tried not to pout. 

“No, no, I mean -” Charlie took a breath. “I mean does Mr. Valentino frighten you all the time?”

Her counterpart’s eyes popped open wide as her simple question seemed to completely catch him off-guard. It was answer enough, and Charlie felt the pit in her stomach grow as the mic guy’s gaze turned shifty. 

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about lady.” He was shuffling away from her now, trying to put as much distance between them as he could. 

Charlie swallowed past the growing lump in her throat, before turning to the dressing room door at a loud crash. 

The sound of clattering glass and snapping wood brought Hell’s princess forward until she was right in front of the door. Heart racing, she listened as something reasonably heavy was yanked through the space and slammed into furniture. 

“- think she can get you out of work?” Valentino asked amidst the sound of gagging and gurgling. 

Charlie’s eyes widened. She turned her head, ear to the door as she heard what could only be Angel Dust struggling against the moth lord’s grip. 

“No! Th-that’s not what I’m tryin’ to do, I- No!” Angel pleaded before being thrown again, this time far closer to the door. 

Charlie’s hand instinctively went to her mouth, eyes beginning to well up with tears as the reality set in. 

“You know she can’t do anything. I own you.” Val continued. “Or did you forget that?” 

“… No.” Angel stared at the golden scroll before him, his own name flashing callously before him. He couldn’t work up the energy to struggle against the magenta chains wrapped around his neck.

Behind him, Valentino opened up his maw, ready to spew more - smoke or commands, Angel Dust didn’t know. 

He’d never know, in fact. The dressing room door had slammed open before Val could continue, and in the doorway a seething blonde princess huffed and puffed. 

Charlie’s naturally yellow scelera had changed to a crimson hue. Two sharp masses parallel with those murderous eyes began to grow from the crown of her head. Her black nails now resembled claws, long and sharp enough to dig into the dressing room door until she was clutching a handful of splinters. 

Her pinpoint pupils were scanning the room so quickly it was as if they weren’t even visible before they locked in on the image of Angel Dust on his knees. 

Her sharp intake of breath seemed to somehow steal all the air from Angel’s own lungs. 

She saw it. She saw the black eye, the chain around his throat that Valentino hadn’t yet had time to dissipate. Charlie could see his battered body forced into submission in a way he’d never wanted.

“What. The. Fuck.” The naturally perky voice that he’d grown so accustomed had lowered to an almost unrecognizable register. It seemed to double until her voice was layered in both high and low pitch, unnatural and ominous. 

Angel Dust stared up at her, fur standing on end. 

“Princesa!” Valentino greeted, chains slackening as he once again put on an act. “What seems to be the problem -”

In an instant, Val was robbed of words as he was thrown back into the wall. Various objects went flying with him, including Angel’s wardrobe rack and various pink and purple gift boxes. The vanity’s mirror cracked down the center, bulbs in its heart-shaped frame exploding with the force of the princess’s rage while the drawers shot out and knick-knacks tumbled to the shag carpet below. 

Angel reacted instinctively, ducking from the glass with his arms curled protectively over his face. He felt more than saw Charlie stomping past him.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” Charlie’s voice had switched from low to shrill fast enough to give one whiplash. “Who are you to treat him like this?!”

Valentino slumped over and out of the Val-shaped hole in the wall, disoriented to where he couldn’t keep the stunned expression off his face. 

It was replaced by one of outrage and vitriol a second later as pink slime dribbled from his bare fangs. “Aieeee, who the fuck do you think you are to come in here and tell me how to run my business? Pequeña perra… ” 

Angel Dust flinched at the harsh sound of a slap, horror causing a tingle in his legs and fuzziness in his head. The rush of blood as he snapped up to look behind him hurt, but the image of Charlie being struck to the ground propelled him in a way little else could.

“Charlie!” Angel’s voice cracked in his panic, pushing himself to stand despite the numbness in his arms. 

The unmistakable sound of tearing flesh made Angel want to throw up, to run as fast he could out of that room and never look back. He couldn’t bear it, the very thought of Charlie - sweet, well-meaning, pain-in-the-ass Charlie - with eyes that watched him so softly and fondly - Charlie, being hurt by Val. 

Angel wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he just cowered in the corner and left her to be mauled. When he finally stood up on shaking legs, the spider demon took a step in their direction. 

He took another step, and another, trying to find his way blindly as red and black distorted his vision. A searing-hot hand stopped him in his tracks, laid against his chest in warning and jarring his senses back into place. 

Angel Dust blinked rapidly until he realized what he was actually seeing. 

On the ground in front of him, Valentino was splayed haphazardly. The overlong coat that covered his torso was stained with red and frayed all over, as if a swarm had moth-eaten his finest frills. His hat was gone, antennae crushed and matted to the floor. The shades he’d usually don on his smarmy face were broken into several pieces and stuck out of his unnaturally bright eyes.

Val’s fangs were still visible, but now cut down and cracked as he gasped for air. His mouth was round into an ‘o’ shape, not from pleasure but instead a silent scream as he convulsed on the ground. 

Heart still racing, Angel felt as if he’d left his own body with the dazed realization that the overlord was missing limbs. Two of his arms had been torn clean off and thrown, leaving streaks of blood against the ground 

Charlie surveyed the damage with Angel, breathing heavy. Her aura was still pulsing with rage and malice so potent that Angel felt both repulsed and compelled by it, as if he were being sucked into a black hole while kicking and screaming. 

Charlie bent at the waist, reaching out to pluck Valentino by the antenna. The pimp seized and his mouth worked, contorting into words he couldn’t vocalize as he was pulled eye to eye with the princess of Hell. 

The hate in her blood-red gaze was mesmerizing, the only thing Valentino could focus on as his senses began failing him. To look into Charlie’s eyes was to look into the face of madness in that moment. The overlord felt as if his insides were being slowly pulled apart, flesh splitting at unknown seems that made the pain of having his limbs ripped off pale in comparison. 

He couldn’t look away. 

“If I ever see you again, this - ” Charlotte yanked until the skin and tendons of the moth’s throat began to rip open, “is going to be the rest of your eternity.”

Valentino’s head popped off with a wet snap.

#So this is old fic I guess? #hazbin hotel #angel dust #charlie morningstar #valentino #I wanted Charlie to beat his ass so bad for 5 fucking years y’all #this was stress relief #the show let me down

[9haharharley1]

For @gilly-moon 's angel/vampire AU

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His breathing hitched, his chest felt tight, breaths coming out in short pants and gasps. Jack's eyes watered and he grabbed at the bars, pulling with all his might but ultimately doing nothing but shake the cage further in the air. He felt sick.

"None of that now," a velvety smooth voice called out from the dark. Jack's breath hitched. He turned frantically in the cage, only to cry out as his wings caught in the bars. He fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as if he could reach the appendages, trying to sooth the ache. A shadow formed in the corner of his eye and he jerked his head to it. "As much as I appreciate the kicked dog look, I'd much prefer if you remain undamaged. The longer you manage to remain calm, the easier this will be on you. Although," the shadow stepped closer to the cage, into the small ring of light Jack's naked body gave off, "your fear tastes wonderful."

Jack gasped at the sight of him, his eyes going wide as he shoved away from the man, as far back against the edge of the cage as he could get.

His form was drenched in ash and shadow, impossibly tall as he loomed over the cage. His eyes burned, gold and bright and hungry, as they raked over Jack, took in his bruised and battered body and wings. His robe was near indistinguishable from the shadows he melted into, his smile mean and wide, teeth sharp and vicious, and Jack had never felt so much like prey before. He tried to pull his wings closer, tried to wrap them around himself, to hide his body from that burning gaze, but could only whimper as his damaged wing only twitched, both of them caught between the bars of the small cage.

"Oh, aren't you a pretty little thing," the monster whispered in what sounded like delight. He pushed a shadow stained hand through the bars, ashen fingers brushing Jack's cheek. Jack bared his teeth, snapping at them before they could touch him. The shadow man just pulled his hand away with a chuckle. "And full a fire, I see. How lovely! The last angel I caught didn’t have nearly so much spunk." He circled the cage, hands behind his back. Jack turned his head to keep an eye on him. "She didn't last very long."

Jack's heart ached. He may not have known who the previous angel was, or how many may have been trapped in this same cage, but his heart cracked at the very thought of his brothers and sisters trapped like this, hidden away from the earth and sky and home, locked in some dark pit with this monster. He glared at the being. "And who the hell are you?"

The shadow man laughed. He laughed loud and hard, his cackles echoing in the dark. Jack shrank back further. The shadow turned his wicked smile on him. "Hell? Oh, you precious little thing! You have no idea, do you?" He grabbed a bar of the cage, leaning in close. Jack pulled his bare legs to his chest, trying to keep the distance between them. The man's burning eyes roved over Jack, Jack feeling more exposed than he had before, even with his legs hiding anything of importance. The shadow man looked hungry. "You may call me Pitch," the monster stated with a leer, "and you, my dear"- tendrils of black shadow snaked up between the bars of the cage. Jack cried out, alarm and panic spiking through him as they latched onto his arms, dragging them back and pinning him to the bars of the cage. Jack thrashed. His legs kicked out, his wings rustled in agitation, but he could not break free.

In his struggle, he did not notice the shadow man - Pitch - melt out of view, did not notice him rematerialize behind him, but Jack certainly felt him. He felt a clawed hand grip his hair tight, burning his scalp, pulling his head back and making Jack cry out. The shadows on his arms tightened painfully, another hot hand burning the skin of his wrist. Jack gritted his teeth against the pain, glancing out of the corner of his eye to see ashen fingers gripping his wrist. A clawed finger was poised over the vein. Jack's eyes widened.

Pitch leaned in between the bars, his mouth by Jack's ear, breath hot on his skin and Jack gasped as his heart beat wildly in his chest. He struggled to move away, but Pitch's hold tightened further.

"You are in the closest thing to hell the humans have been able to come up with." The whisper was almost sweet in his ear, almost comforting. But with that seductive softness came sharp, stinging, burning pain in his wrist, and Jack screamed as fire licked at his skin, blood pouring from the gash, and heat descending on him until Jack couldn't take anymore and his vision went black.

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I don't know if I'll do anything more with this, but the concept is really neat to me! And I really really want to write Pitch being just The Worst to Jack. He is not a nice guy in this AU.

#pitch is a bad person here #i love him when hes awful #harley writes #blackice #jack frost #rotg #wip #pitch black #my writing #make him cry Pitch!

[lilykatelyn-blog]

Hello! I read your kinktober day 1 and omgg it was amazing

Would u consider writing pt-2?

Also,please add me to the taglist<3

𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - 𝓵.𝓶𝓱 - LILY’S KINKTOBER PT. 2

Pairing: DomDemon!Lee Know x SubAngelFem!Reader Genre: fluff, smut,

Notes: hey! Ofc! You’re added rn! And here is part 2. I’m so glad a lot of you liked it!

Warnings: making out, his horns are sensitive, hickeys, ass kink bc it’s Lee Minho, unsafe sex, not big dick Lee know but long dick Lee know, references to cheating on you with Jisung bc.. well, you get it, grinding, bondage, d/s dynamics.

pt 1.

Well, obviously you stayed, since he asked you to. So you were just cooking when he just barged into his apartment. “AH- oh hey! You stayed!” He looked like he had nearly shit his pants before he softened up. “Yeah, I made dinner. Sit.” You replied, engrossed in what you were cooking. You heard silence and assumed he was sitting and on his phone or something. “What are you- oh.” He came up behind you and he back hugged you, you were surprised until you felt him hug you. “I’m hugging you because I honestly did not think you would stay, Angel.” You could feel his breath on your neck as you continued cooking your dinner. Now after a while, you finished it and plated it. “Dinners ready, Min.” You both sat down and you eagerly watched his reaction. “Is- have I been missing out on this for all my fucking life? What the hell, this is delicious!” He exclaimed looking like a child whose mom just cooked his favorite food, simply making you chuckle. “Glad you enjoy it, love.” You two still needed to discuss your current positions considering you two live literally an eternity away from each other. “Angel, I’m.. glad you stayed.” He made a show of gagging after saying it, but you knew he was genuine. “Hmm, me too. Now can we please watch die hard?” “Fine, this is like the 100th time tho.” He knew all the lines and who said them at what exact time at this point. But for you, he’d burn the world to ashes if it meant making you smile.

you honestly had no idea how you got here, one minute you were watching Alan Rickman (may he rest in peace 🕊️), the next you were on Minho, moaning as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His kisses were no longer slow and sensual, but messy and passionate. His actions led to you wanting more, more friction, more kissing, more everything, which eventually resulted in you slowly moving back and forth on his semi. “Mmh- Jagi- just like that-“ his sentence was ended in a long drawn out moan, his hands went straight to your ass, guiding you back and forth. “Wai- wait,” he softly pushed you off, stopping you. “Was ‘bout to come, have to be in you-“ he got cut off by you grabbing him by the back of his head and kissing him while unbuckling his belt. “C-can’t hold up the glamour anymore, Jagi.” He warned, making you scoff, you’ve seen him multiple times. “Whatever, let it run free, babe.” You took his dick in your hand, slowly stroking him as you watched his horns come out, and then his tail, and finally his wings. his breaths were speeding up, a telltale of his high approaching. “Ngh- coming!” His hot cum spurted onto his clothed chest and your hand. Coming down from his high, he took off his shirt, along with yours. “Got to feel these beautiful tits, baby. Saints, where have these been all my fucking life?” He murmured while taking your bra off and fondling your tits, causing you to giggle. “Since when do you believe in saints?” You asked in a playful manner. “Since you woke up in my house.” Came his simple reply, sucking on your left tit.

You released a wanton moan, grabbing his hair. “That’s it, pull my hair, Angel.” Causing you to pull it harder, he pulled away, going to pull your pants down, discarding them in an unknown corner of the room. He went for your neck and sucking on it, not caring about the consequences in your heated moment. “Hold on a second love, I’m going to get something.” He walked over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of handcuffs. You practically gushed with arousal at the sight. “Hands please.” He gestured to your hands, cuffing them tightly behind your back. “Too tight?” He softly asked, whispering in your ear. You shook your head no, unable to speak for fear that your voice would squeak. “On your knees, love.” Roughly pushing your face down into the pillows, lining his cock up with your entrance. He slowly pushes into you, releasing a throaty groan, while your mouth hung open in a silent moan. His slow and shallow thrusts turned fast and deep, making your moans increase in volume, while his groans got deeper, his voice getting lower. “Fuck, I need to feel you deeper Angel.” Flipping you around, he pushed your knees to your chest, pushing in with no warning, thrusting in fast and deep. “Minho-! Nngh! I’m coming!” You screamed, reaching your high. “Me too, Angel.” He managed to grunt out, riding you through your high, reaching his own and releasing inside of you. You were on the verge of passing out, so he got up and got a damp washcloth and wiped you down. “I know, it’s gonna hurt, sorry.” He apologized softly as you squirmed from overstimulation. After he cleaned you up, he fell on his back next to you, hugging your waist as you cuddled up in his bare chest. “You know, I always thought you were in love with Jisung.” You joked, giving him a kiss on his cheek. “Hmm, who says I’m not? And I’m just needing sex.” “Because Jisung’s married, idiot.” You laughed, falling asleep next to him as he laughed with you and admired you. Oh, how he would love to spend the rest of his life with you, and he will, even if it takes burning the world for you.

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