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Hiiii I wanted to request hazbin boys x injured male reader? Reader gets into a scuffle, gets roughed up quite a bit and comes home not looking too well (I wanna see em fuss over the reader lol)

Mmph, yes yes, I love boys fussing over their injured darling. Too fuckin cute! I have so many great requests for Hazbin and Helluva, I’m so excited 🫨 thanks for the request and enjoy anon 💟

Notes: gn!reader bc anyone can get into a scuffle so why not, mostly fluff with a sprinkle of angst

TW: blood, bruises, fighting, cussing, of course it’s suggestive during Angel’s part 😉

Includes Lucifer, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and Alastor

Hazbin boys x reader- Bruises 🖤

You’re not sure who roughed you up, you barely got a look at the dudes before you were laid out on the dirty sidewalk getting punched and trying to push one of the perpetrators off you. Whoever he was, he was strong and brutal and must’ve really had a problem with you because damn, you were fucked up. Not that you couldn’t hold your own, but there was more than one of them and they really caught you off guard. You had suffered several blows to the face and a few kicks to the stomach and back. Seemed like the group showed just a bit of mercy tho- they could’ve broken your legs or straight up killed you. Luckily, you limped away with only minor injuries but a huge blow to your psyche. While it could’ve been worse, it was horrific and traumatizing regardless.

It’s hard trying to stay tough and take care of yourself because you’re scared, feeling like you’ll have to look over your shoulder from now on when you’re out on the streets. It was also a bit embarrassing considering Husk and Angel offered to tag along with you to keep you safe but your dumb ass insisted you were fine alone.

It was late now, around the time everyone went to bed at the hotel so you were expecting to silently creep inside, hobble to your room and take care of yourself in secret. And if anyone asked about the marks or bruises the next day, you’d just blame it on a wild night of partying. To your surprise, as you walk in the door the entirety of the hotel’s staff and residents were sitting on the floor and couches in the front room, drinking and talking by the fireplace. Of course, Charlie had everyone doing some bonding bullshit late at night. The sound of the door clicking open has everyone’s eyes looking towards you now. “Ah, shit…” Leaves your swollen lips as the crowd gasps and one by one, they all stand and approach your damaged figure. Finally, the one person you really didn’t want to see you like this comes rushing forward to get a good look at you.

Lucifer 🍎

“Oh, Satan! (Y/N), are you okay? What happened? Ohhh, my poor angel!”

Proceeds to fuss and worry over you while wearing the saddest expression :,( his poor bb

Might actually cry a little…just hurts him to see his darling all banged up.

It’s not just the physical pain he senses, it’s the emotional pain you feel too- the fear and the trauma and the stress of it all

His hands just hover all around the most damaged parts of you- fingers almost touching your eye which was now swollen shut, his thumb ghosting over your busted bottom lip

Whisks you away to his room and runs you a bath. Gets you all clean and is probably still whining and crying over you as he watches the bath water turn red with all the blood washing off you and gets you ready for bed.

He’s an emotional man, okay?

He also feels extremely guilty for not being there to protect you. Even if you bluntly told him you don’t need his protection, he feels like it’s still his fault at least a little bit.

Miiiiiiight start a silly little argument over you never leaving the hotel or his side ever again lol

“I just want to protect you, my love. Please! Stop being stubborn.”

He’ll really really baby you tho.

Like even if your legs are working fine, NOPE! Don’t move an inch. Luci will carry you anywhere you desire.

“Lucifer, I just have a black eye and some scrapes. I can walk just fine, babe.”

And he’ll just ignore you and continue to coddle you and do everything for you

For sure this man peppers very gentle, very soft and slow kisses on your tender face once you’re cleaned up and finally resting in his bed

And he for sure cries again in the morning when he wakes up and your face looks even worse

Probably even panics a bit like-

“IM TAKING YOU TO A HOSPITAL OH MY SATAN!!! MY POOR BABY WWAAAA!”

“It’s just some bruises! Luci, they always look worse before they look better, I’m fine.”

Just calm him down with some kisses and words of love

Angel Dust 🕸️

“Holy shit! What happened, babe? Oh no…this is bad. This is sooo bad! This is why we wanted to go with ya.”

Also gets very dramatic and concerned, looks so sad over your battle wounds

But of course he’s a flirt even under tough circumstances and can make a dirty joke even in the most dire situations

He’d definitely tell you you look hot asf and that you’re soooo brave~

Tries to lighten the mood a bit

“(Y/N), I wanna be the only one who gets to rough you up.” *pouts but also winks at you*

Angel has had his fair share of beatings courtesy of Valentino so he’s very good at first aid and knows tons of tricks to help with bruising, cuts, scrapes, preventing scars, relieving the pain.

He’s great at the clean up part but even better at the comfort part

Brings out all six arms to wrap you up in while you lay in his bed, cuddling up to you while offering soft kisses to the parts of you that aren’t so sore.

Angel is always down to fuck so if you’re feeling up to it, he’ll offer you some great sexual healing while being oh so careful of all your wounds and all the painful spots.

Will let you take control too, he hopes it’ll make you feel better and maybe return some of the confidence you lost from this scuffle.

He can spot a bruised ego from a mile away and he’ll do anything to get you feeling happy and secure again.

Also argues with you about never letting you go anywhere alone ever again lol he just loves you too much. If you’re gonna get jumped, he’s either gonna be there to help you out of it or he’s gonna be taking half the beating right next to you.

Reminds me of a song…

“I wanna walk with you, wherever you go to. I wanna hurt with you. Whatever you go through, I do too.” -sour switchblade by Elita

Yeah that’s Angel, just wants to be beside you no matter the circumstances

Husk 🃏

“Oh, you dummy! This is why we wanted to go with you. Oh, doll face. Who did this? You alright?”

Yeah, he’s mean sometimes so he’s gonna scold you for going out alone before the comforting starts.

Ultimately, he doesn’t pull you away to get you cleaned up or anything. Lets you decide what to do next, where to go. He just follows you and keeps a hand on you somewhere to let you know he’s here for you.

Will whip up any drink you ask for in hopes of it relieving the pain a bit

But he’s sneaky, he’s gonna ask you tons of questions about what happened, who did it, where you were, how many of them there was. Won’t give you your drink until you answer him.

Husk is plottin and schemin, wanting to get back at the assholes who did this to you. Hes thinking about all the cool, little weapons he has and what he can do with them to teach those jerks a lesson.

In the end tho, he does get more sentimental and soft spoken later while cuddled up to you in bed.

He’ll purr softly in your ear while letting his hands gently roam your body, tracing comforting circles all over your bruised skin

Will def wrap you up in his silky wings and then proceed to pour out his entire heart to you.

“I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay. You need to listen to me. I know better than you, I’ve been down here a long time. You have to be more careful. I dunno what I’d do if I lost ya, doll. You gotta stick with me, I’ll always protect ya.”

Once you fall asleep, he wanders out to the lobby to find Angel at the bar and there they talk about teaming up to get revenge on the assholes who dared to touch Husk’s little babe

The next morning, of course they’re still talking about it. You’ll have to tell these idiots to stop and just let it go bc omg they sound crazy rn they’re gonna make a mess if you let this continue

Buuuut if you kinda like them fussing over you this much, then by all means let them do their thing as you sit back and enjoy the attention

Ooooh, Husky is getting maadddd. Kinda cute when he lets a protective growl slip out while talking to Angel. Aww he loves you~

Sir Pentious 🐍

Immediate tears and full blown panic attack at the sight of your battered face.

“OH MY GOODNESSSSSS!!! My baby! My darling! Ohhhhhh, you poor thing, come here! I’ll take care of you.”

Doesn’t care that the entirety of the hotel residents are crowded around watching you two- Pentious holds you like a baby in his arms and carefully sinks to the ground with you, holding you so tight it actually kinda hurts due to all your bruises.

Cries for a while like this- goes back and forth between examining your bruises and cuts and bloody nose with his watery eyes to then burying his face in your neck as he weeps for you.

“Pen, I’m okay. Just a little banged up. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I CAN’T HANDLE IT!!! You’re too pretty to be beaten up like thisssss. Aawwwww.” And he’s crying even harder now.

And this goes on for a while until you finally decide to get up and go to your room with him to get cleaned up.

Babies the absolute fuck out of you- brings you food in bed and tries to feed it to you, gets you in the bath and refuses to let you touch anything while insisting he do all the work for you, carries you everywhere.

It’s actually so nice tho- he washes your hair for you real slow and firm as he scrubs your scalp, very carefully washes the dirt and dry blood from your skin only to reveal more bruises he hadn’t seen before, carefully applies ointment to your bloody cuts and scrapes

Listen…this man is not gonna stop crying until you are 100% healed up. Even the next morning, you wake up beside him to see his face wet with tears as he sniffles.

At least you know he really truly deeply cares for you and loves you 💚

“Oh, it’s okay, babe. I’m felling so much better today, especially since I get to start my morning in bed with you.”

And now he decides he’s gonna keep you in bed all day and continue to baby and pamper you

Keeps his tail and most of his body wrapped around you loosely all day as you watch movies and relax. Cant stop staring at your face and focusing on each blue and black bruise you wear, eyeing every cut and scrape and the split skin on your lip.

You took a beating and he thinks it’s only fair that you and him stay in bed until you’re truly feeling well enough to resume your normal daily tasks.

Of course, he has to stay with you in case you need something! Can’t leave his injured partner alone, wouldn’t dream of it!

Vox 🖥️

(I know he’s not at the hotel, pretend you just walked into V Tower instead, k?)

REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE

“WHAT. THE. FUCK?! Who? Where? When? HOW FUCKING HOW DARE THEY-“

You’ll have to cut him off or he’ll go on an entire raging tangent about revenge and eventually short circuit lol

“Voxy, I’m okay. Don’t worry about it. I just wanna get clean and go to bed.”

He slowly cools off and begins to focus more on you and your injuries, asking if you’re okay or if there’s anything he can do. Now behind closed doors, his entire attitude changes.

He’s following you into every room, watching you with an expression of intense sadness and concern, wishing he could take all your pain and give it to himself instead. He’d suffer for you if it meant seeing you happy and healthy

Sits in the bathroom in silence but keeps you company while you wash up. He might ask if you need help but also wants to give you space and make sure you feel safe

Assists you in getting dressed while making it very romantic and being very attentive. Vox will so slowly slip your pajamas onto you while letting his claws ghost over all your bruises.

Will lean in and kiss your busted lips right as your head pops through the top of your shirt, followed by a smile and probably more kisses

Listen, most of these boys are gonna become way more over protective after this incident okay? Vox is most definitely not an exception

Insists that either He’s gonna be with you every where you go from now on or he’s gonna send security with you every where you go from now on.

And no matter who is with you when you’re out in the streets, his cameras will also be watching over you.

Oh yeah, and he goes back in the cam footage and has a perfect view of the whole incident. He watches it over a few times before ordering a hit on every sinner who dared to mess with his lover.

You’ll never have to worry or look over your shoulder or worry again 😘

Alastor 🩸

Doesn’t say much or even stay long to worry about you at first.

He’s more angry and bent on revenge than anything. He’s worried about you too but he knows you’re strong and can take care of yourself.

He slips off to do some exploring and investigating to find out who did this to you

Spends maybe an hour figuring it out and then promptly goes on a murder spree to take care of all those pesky sinners who dared to lay a finger on his beloved

Okay, now that that’s out of his system, he can come back and take care of you.

Isn’t as cuddly and romantic as the others but he still babies you and refuses to let you do anything for yourself.

“Now now, darling. Just relax. I’ll have you cleaned up and feeling better in no time.”

Bathes you, dresses you, tucks you into bed all while humming slow tunes to you

Doesn’t cuddle you but sits on the bed beside you and gives your head some gentle pets

“You won’t have to worry any longer, my dove. I took care of those degenerates and I’ll never let you wander the streets of hell alone ever again.”

Will place a gentle kiss on your throbbing head before leaving you to rest.

He’s serious tho, anywhere you go he goes too. You’re never leaving his sight again ❤️‍🩹

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wandasfifthwife · 26 days

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your jealousy is showing (on me)✩‧₊˚

—> hockey player/coach!wanda x afab!reader

tw || SMUT MDNI, top wanda x bottom reader, dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, jealous wanda, exhibition (janitor closet), marking/impact play (hickeys, bruises, thigh spanking), fingering (r receiving), r gets hit on but is oblivious, tyler mention!, reader is said to be wearing a dress, person who hits on r sees the two of them, not proofread!

a/n || in such a slut for this woman. so sorry if my writing is nastier than coconut, idk how I feel about it haha but I hope you enjoy bc this made me hot and bothered tbh

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Practice has been going well, better even. There’s been an increase in number since people started to find out that wanda has experience on the ice as a player on a professional team. The stands have become packed, families and friends taking up every corner, a completely contrast from before. You remember the days when you first came with your nephew, sitting and having a seven feet distance from another person. Tyler’s since graduated from wanda’s class, now attending another with a different coach.

It was a sad day for him, hugging your girlfriend tight and exclaiming how he wishes to have her as a coach for every class. She had laughed, resting a hand on his back and reassured him that she’ll attend his other classes. She even went as far as to mention private classes, saying they can spend time together on the ice. A smile had come upon your face as you watched the two interact, thankful your nephew is able to have such a wonderful relation with his coach, your girlfriend.

Since then you’ve been attending his classes with Wanda. You can’t help yourself, curling a hand through her arm to hold her close. You complain that it’s the cold, but you both know it’s a shit excuse. Regardless, she’s never going to turn you down, if anything she’s pulling you tighter and pressing a kiss to your head.

“He’s improved a lot. Lately he’s been practicing outside his house with some friends on the street.”

“That’s probably the only reason why he’s able to skate in a straight row now. Do you think he’ll continue to play?”

“I think so. It’s all he talks about, but of course we can’t say definitive terms. He could fall out of love with it in a year and choose like baseball.”

“If he were to choose another sport it’d be football, not baseball. His favorite part of hockey is running into others, he forgets there’s an actual game going on.”

You stifle a laugh, “he’s trying.”

He proved Wanda’s words to be correct because the next second he’s slamming into one of the team members, pummeling the two into the wall. The coach had come to talk to you after, seeking you where you stood by the concession stand. You had a hand on Wanda’s arm, informing her of where you’ll be.

You were paying for the snack, thanking the person behind the counter. He had stood behind you just out of your line of sight, so just enough that you ran into him when turning around. His shirt smelled of sweat and his cologne, a lot of his cologne, so much so it overwhelmed you.

“Hey, you’re tyler’s mom, right?”

“No, just his aunt.”

“My bad. Sorry that was terribly rude of me, I was going to say you look good for your age.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind.”

“Of course,” he flashes a smile, leaning onto one of the tables beside him, “I’ve notice how often you come, it’s great that you’re supporting him like this. Most kid’s don’t have such a supportive aunt.”

“I try. My brother and his wife are busy, so I take over. He’s means well but he’s still a young teen.”

“Yes. He’s nothing new. A lot of teens enjoy the physical aspect to the game, it’s normal for them to be competitive even with each other.”

A few minutes have gone by, enough time for concern to begin swirling through Wanda’s mind. She’s relieved to see you’ve not gone missing and that you’re all in one piece, standing only a few feet from her.

“That’s my coach,” Tyler starts, seeing how Wanda’s attention was directed at the tow of you.

“I know,” she deadpans, turning her attention back on your nephew, “finish untying your shoes.”

“I know,” he mimics, tone lowering to frustrate her further.

You’re walking back over with a grin plastered on your face. Tyler’s already grabbing at the drink you got, pulling it from your hands to open it already.

“Just talked with your new coach, Tyler. It seems you have a track record with finding amazing coaches.”

Already Wanda didn’t like him. She kept quiet about her disdain, knowing how important it was to you that Tyler doesn’t come to contact with a terrible one as you had.

It grew difficult. Each practice he always seemed to find you, drawing out a long conversation with you. Usually it’s fine, as a coach herself she understands the important of keeping up with the families, but this was excessive. The constant parade of compliments directed at you were unnecessary. He wouldn’t really care to talk to Tyler, and as far as she knew, Wanda didn’t exist around him. He’s either dumb, or he’s choosing to be ignorant towards the intimacy between you two.

What brought her to the edge was when he began to touch you, a hand on your shoulder or the back of your waist. It was in moments where it could’ve been excused; done to either move you out of the way or make sure you don’t trip.

You were sweet, engaging in a conversation he had started yet again down at the end of the bleachers. Wanda had her attention set on Tyler skating around before practice, eyes flickering to where the two of you stood every minute.

“I have a conference this weekend and we’re allowed to bring a plus one. Would you be interested in joining me?”

“Oh. I already have someone that I’m going with. So I won’t be going with you, but I will see you there.”

He looks disappointed, eyes shooting to meet Wanda’s, “I’ll see you there then.”

Wanda doesn’t like that man.

You walk up the stairs all sweet-like, sitting beside her and placing a kiss to her cheek, “when’s that coach award event again?”

“Saturday, 7PM.”

You hum, leaning your head on her shoulder, “you better win an award.”

“If not, I have you.”

An elbow shoves into her side, “you’re such a sap.”

“No, I just love you,” she murmurs, pressing her lips against yours, feeling like she’s won when she catches the coach looking. She had hoped the soft public display of affection would be enough of a sign to back off, but it wasn’t.

The weekend came soon enough. Wanda standing by the door with her keys in hand as she waits for you to join her.

“Beautiful,” she says when you step down, opening the door for you.

“I hope you win one award, that would be amazing.”

“It would look great for my public imagine,”she laughs at the look you give her, “you know I don’t care about that, love.”She gives your thigh a squeeze before backing the car out of her apartment complex.

She should’ve known he’d be stuck to you most of the night. Wanda tries to engage in the conversation, but he tunes her out, keeping his attention on you. Ever so sweet you try to include her, smiling back at her but this time it’s not enough to quell how she’s feeling.

“Hey Micheal, can you go grab her another drink?”

“Wanda, I can’t—“

She shuts you up by pinching at your waist, cutting your sentence off. He looks mildly annoyed, “sure.”Once he’s turned around, she’s guiding you out of the room.

“Wanda there’s only like sixteen minutes until the ceremony—“ your mouth goes numb when you realize where she’s walking you towards. There’s a closet at the end of the hall, tiny and small as its only purpose is to hold supplies for the janitors. Tonight it will be used for another matter.

“That’s enough time,” she says lowly, shutting the door behind her, enclosing the two of you in darkness.

She’s lifting you with her hands under your thighs, dropping you down onto the extra school desk stored away in the room. Her body’s leans into you, hands on either side of your body as she kisses you passionately. They turn messy, trailing from the corner of your lips to end up on the bottom side of your neck. You gasp when she bites down, a hand reaching to push at her chest.

“Wan—wait.”

She doesn’t listen, too focused on making your neck show an array of purple marks. You whine, squirming in her hold as she leaves one after the other, stopping only on areas that you’re sensitive to. She’s severely quiet, attentive to every heavy breath and sound coming from you. You’re weak, arms wrapped around her neck, head pressed into the wall behind you. You’ve completely given up control, neck tilted back to give her more room.

“Oh—” you shiver when she moves towards the spot behind your neck. Your reaction gave her another reason to press her lips against it, nipping at the skin there.

Her ministrations leave you wet, your hips grind down onto the desk below you to try to seek relief. Wanda coos, cold fingers sliding under your dress, finding the wetness between your thighs. You cry out when she thrusts two in, pushing through your tight walls. It’s intoxicating, the wet sounds filling the room, turning you on even more.

“Ah! Wands—you—“

She’s shushing you, lips on yours to keep you quiet. Her fingers are splitting you open, angling perfectly towards the spot that makes your back arch. Her thumb catches onto your clit with each thrust, brushing perfectly to make you see white. You weave your fingers into her hair, moaning into her mouth when she bites at your bottom lip.

You’ve completely forgotten about the event, and most importantly, Michael. You’re clenching onto her finger, arousal covering her hand and dripping onto the wood below you. You choke on a moan when she’s guiding you to lift your left foot onto the desk, the position spreading you open to allow her fingers to push deeper. The bottom of your dress slips up, clothing pooling around your waist. You feel your orgasm build, a series of whimpers spilling from you.

“Fucking say my name when you come,” she demands, holding back moan when she hears your strangled whine after she brought her hand down onto your thigh. The way your cunt squeezes around her fingers then makes her weak.

“Like that?”

She’s cocky, hand coming down harder on that same spot.

“ah! wands please—“

Your body jerks after her fifth slap, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. She nuzzles against your head resting on her shoulder. You relaxed into her hole, breathing heavily as you come down from your high.

It was fine until wanda carried you into the bathrooms to clean off and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, easily spotting the splotches painting your neck.

You leaned over the sink to get a better view, eyes snapping between the marks; the one by your ear, another under the strap of your dress, one more at the base of your neck. You weren’t aware of the severity of her actions in the moment, your mind was too busy trying to deal with the fuzziness spreading throughout your body.

“Was that okay,” she asks from where she stands by the entrance.

“Very,” you mumble, looking back to her with a smile.

“Hey, I want to apologize. I knew something was wrong,” you say, grabbing a paper towel from the machine, “he was a jerk to you. Like just earlier he wasn’t letting you get a word in, but I really just thought he was being nice at first.”

“You’re fine, love.”

You wet the towel, rubbing warm water over the cloth to get it wet, “you say that but I still feel bad.”

She crosses the room to grab at your wrist after seeing what you were doing, “why’re you trying to rub the marks off?”

“Because?”

She raises an eyebrow, “because? What?”

“This is your event, I don’t want you to loose your job over me.”

“I won’t,” she tosses the towel away, “I knew what I was doing when I gave you those.”

“But the staff—“

“There’s enough of them screwing around.”

“Oh.”

She huffs, hooking a finger under the hem of your dress, drawing it up your thigh until the red, swollen marks on your thighs from where she was aiming her hand earlier begin to show. You hate how affected you get by the sight of them, thighs squeezing together.

You were only meant to be gone for ten minutes. That was the original goal, but she began to fold with how you were looking at her. Your eyes were dark, locking onto hers from within the mirror. She had you pinned to the counter in seconds, forcing you to watch how easily you melt under her touch.

Footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, getting closer to where the two of you stood. You had begun to push back, mumbles on how she needs to stop so they don’t get caught, but it’s like she knew. You caught on later, realizing it was Micheal by the sound of his voice calling out to you.

“Wanda, he—“

She’s slapping a hand over your mouth, pulling you back against her chest. You look over your shoulder, finding Micheal freeze after entering into the room. Wanda had you in a position only he could dream of. He was like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he processed what he was looking at. The marks on your body, eyes glossy and faraway even as you look in his direction. The muscles in Wanda’s arm flex as she presses her hand tighter against your mouth. You’re absolutely dripping, excitement pooling from the behavior this man was bringing out of her.

“I was worried… but I see you’re.. okay.”

“I see you’ve met my girlfriend, Micheal?”

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gglitch1dd · 2 months

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How would paralysed!izuku and reader yk do the deed….bc I need the Deets🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

... you're disgusting... I love you. Funny enough when I first was writing the ending, I did a lot of research on what happened to people who become paralysed particularly men and damn is it rough out there. Luckily our Izu doing stem treatment so it would probably be easier on him.

Paralysed Dilf Izuku x Reader

Note: this happens a year after the surgery. Contains cunnilingus and mentions of ED.

You sat in bed, reading your book as you sat beside Izuku. It was late already but Izuku said he was having trouble sleeping so you decided that you would stay up with him in the mean time until he got tired enough to sleep. You knew some days were rougher than others, so you stood beside him regardless.

With all the kids in bed and Toshinori gone off to UA, it was nice to have a quiet moment like this.

"Y/N..."

"Hm?" You let out softly as you turned the page of what you were reading.

Izuku hesitated as he sat next to you. He was trying to word this correctly but he wasn't sure if there was a correct way to do this. You waited until he was ready to speak, not pressurizing him as you sat at your place beside him.

"Could we have sex?"

You paused, your body not moving for a second before you turned to look at him. You closed your book, heat moving up your neck and to your face at the question. "Are... are you in the mood for it?" You asked.

He moved a hand to the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. "Not exactly." He told you honestly.

You weren't surprised to be honest. One of the unfortunately aspects of spinal injuries for men is the fact that it often came along side erectile dysfunction. Now you never thought that could happen to your husband at any time in your marriage, considering how insatiable he was. However, after the incident the both of you really didn't even try to explore sex until around two months ago.

With the stem cell therapy and physiotherapy, Izuku was making great stride. However it also caused some random boners that took you by surprise and also your husband.

"But I want to make you feel good." At that statement, your face dropped in surprise but you smiled appreciatively. Izuku looked at you with an honest expression and smile. He offered a hand and you took you carefully. "Even if I don't want pleasure, I want to give you pleasure for as long as you want me to."

You eased with a sigh. You put the book you were reading away on your side table. "Alright... you're lucky that the scene I was reading was spicy." Izuku laughed at your reasoning as you sat back down. "Where do you want- IZU!" Suddenly you felt yourself being grabbed and manhandled up away from where you were sitting.

You found yourself sitting on top of your husband on his chest. You looked down to see Izuku's face between your thighs, a grin on his face. You felt like your face was on fire, it had been so long since the both of you had been intimate together so it felt still so odd to you but not unwanted.

"Izuku!" You furrowed your eyebrows down at him. "How on earth..."

"Honey, I might walk slow but it doesn't mean I have to be slow." He stated plainly.

You huffed as you looked down at him. "But I'm- I'm heavy. I don't want to hurt or strain your spine any more."

Izuku gave you a blunt look almost as if not believing you would use that as an excuse. "Honey, I've stopped a semi-truck from falling down a cliff with my bare hands. You really aren't that heavy." He told you bluntly. "Now, will you keep finding excuses or will you let me eat out my wife in peace."

You looked away from him, your face burning at his words. You let out a sigh as you lifted up the large oversized shirt you were wearing. You worse simple cotton briefs but Izuku would be lying if he said he didn't like them on you. He hummed as he moved his thumb to go up and down your slit, brushing against your clit.

You let out a sigh as you found yourself relaxing on top of him. The feeling of friction finally against your sex was heavenly. You let out soft hums, affirming what he was doing. Izuku focused on rubbing circles on your clit the way you liked it. A moan tumbled out of your lips as you flicked your head back.

Izuku moved your panties to the side. His eyebrows twitched raising in surprise at how wet you were already. It had been a while but he was nevertheless glad you still responded so well to his touch. He took a moment to appreciate you, moving his finger down your slit almost like he was trying to memorise your cunt to memory.

You looked down at him with a frown. "What are you staring at?

"You." He answered dead seriously. He looked up at you with an honest expression. "I've missed you." He whispered softly. You weren't sure if he was talking to you or your sex or both.

You dragged a hand through his curly hair making a hum come out of him. You moved your hands up your thighs before moving to spread your lips for him. "Go on then." You nodded to between your legs. "It's waiting for you."

You felt the grip on your thighs tighten. You made the mistake of making eye contact with Izuku. It was the exact reason he lulled you into his grasp. Those eyes. Those eyes that looked into you like you were everything. His hooded eyes were dark with lust and wanting as he dragged his tongue up your slit, flicking at your clit. You gasped, tensing your thighs.

However, you didn't have a lot of time to brace yourself as he buried his face dead first into your sex. You had to hold a squeal as he start to lap at your sex. Izuku's arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping you seated on his face. You let out a moan as you started to grind your hips down on his mouth.

Izuku lapped at your cunt like a man starved. He licked every drop of essence that left your aching depths like you were water and he was a man stuck in the dessert. He let out a groan, his eyes closing. The feeling of his groan against your clit made you moan.

"Yes..." You whispered. "Yes, just like that Izu." You urged as you thrusted your hips closer to his mouth. You grasped his curls making him groan again. "Fuck~ Like that. Come on." You urged as you started to become desperate.

Suddenly you felt a finger press into you. You flipped your head back as a deep groan left your lips. His fingers always felt better than your own. So much more thicker and so much more filling than yours could ever do to you. You were aching for more of him deep inside you.

You didn't want to be selfish but...

You missed his cock.

You felt another finger press into you making you stretch around his fingers. He curved his fingers, easily finding that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. You let out a moan. "Oh fuck! Right there! Right-" The words were taking out of your mouth as you arched your back, your thighs tightening around his head.

He chuckled. Izuku easily moved his fingers, deeply thrusting into your sopping wet hole. He moved his mouth to your clit making you gasp. It was everything all at once. You felt like you were so close. So bloody close. You just needed him to just-

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't bloody stop." You downright ordered of him as your thighs tensed. Suddenly without warning your toes curled as ecstacy washed over your body. Your body shivered in pleasure as you gripped his hair roughly. You were shaking in pleasure as your body felt like it was floating.

With a gasp you leaned back, moving your sex away from his mouth, trying to take control of your thoughts once more. You took in deep breaths as you closed your eyes. That felt good. It felt really good.

"That was great." You said softly.

"Yah?"

You nodded your head. "Yah." You turned to get off of him. The bottom half of his face was covered in slick which he happily licked off his lips. You shook your head with a flush but couldn't help but giggle. "Thank you Izu, I really needed tha-" Suddenly you stopped speaking as you looked down.

Izuku tilted his head before following your eyes down. Izuku's face bloomed red as the both of you looked at each other before the rather big problem at hand.

"A... Are you hard?" You asked.

Izuku hesitated to answer before looking back up at you with a nervous chuckle. "Surprise?"

Moral of the story?... There's a lot of riding and head involved.

-Glitch1d

#izuku x reader #mha x y/n #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoryia smut #izuku smut #izuku midoriya smut #mha izuku #deku x reader smut #deku x reader #dilf midoriya #dilf izuku midoriya #dilf izuku x reader

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coquettetoji · 6 months

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{⭐️} TOJI FUSHIGURO MOODBOARD

★ general toji hcs ★

— QUEUE WEST COAST BY LANA DEL REY

— let’s just pretend in this world he doesn’t have a son to actually care for yk.

— biggest beefiest juiciest (ok i’m exaggerating) but holy shit this guy is huge. i’m talking mma boxer huge, he takes great pride in his physic. and is guilty of being a gym rat.

— cockiest mf ever but in a hot way, he does that cheek tongue thing unintentionally and omlllllll

— toji definitely wasn’t the smartest in school, neither math smart, science smart or reading smart. he fucked most of his teachers but i mean he passed?

— although he wasn’t very academically smart, his skill in business and negotiating led to him earning a high position for a large financial group. drugs like hand over that amex????

— drives a motorcycle, i’m thinking ducati, as a hobby. 😏😏

— smokes cigarettes and drinks, his fav is hennessy, but other than that he’s a clean man

— was an emo in highschool, we don’t talk about that though. and neither does he.

— multitudes of tattoos across his body, mainly on his chest and arms though.

— his dream job as a highschooler was to open a tattoo parlor. he was surprisingly a good artist when it came to sketches.

— silver chains and silver jewelry, he’s pale so his complexion matches the colors better.

— sarcastic humor that would make kids cry. this guy treats everyone the same as if they’ll understand his humor and that makes him not so great around kids

— has a soft spot for cats, really wants to have a kitten but won’t ever commit to it/taking care of it

— has every single dating app downloaded not to date but just to get validation from everyone who swiped right on him. (gets at minimum 83 swipes per day)

— speaking of, his most used apps on his phone are phone (calls), messages, and instagram to watch his instagram reels 😋

— respectful towards women. although he seems like a d bag he does know how to treat a lady right

— drives a blacked out mercedes benz s class, ofc with tinted windows in case of.. yeah

— the scar running from the middle of his cheek down the side of his lip is from a fight during high school that got violent, he won though don’t worry

— grey/silver/green eyes, with jet black hair. he was genuinely gifted with godly genetics

— when he does smile, his lip corners turn up sharply giving him that joker smile type of look, my legs are wide open

— the most laid back chill guy ever, he doesn’t take life seriously enough for him to actually give a fuck

—6’4. argue with the wall.

— his hands are huge and the veins 😩😩😫😩😫 HEHEHE

— wears black compression shirts or black t shirts with sweat pants all day everyday, it’s his signature look

— he smells a bit like cigarettes and Maison Margiela Replica Jazz Club, just an overall eye rolling back into head type of scent

— makes dad jokes all the time minus the part of him being an actual dad

— played basketball growing up just in his neighborhood, was good enough to go pro but his grades were ass lol

— he listens to these actual underground rock bands that literally no one has heard of or the sports podcast on the radio like a true dad

— kinda behind on everything going on in the world right now, but it’s okay bc we love toji for it regardless

💌 new message from mica ‧₊˚✧

my favorite incoming dilf with a midlife crisis 😫

honestly one of my fav boards yet, i tried so hard to find the perfect resemblance of toji and omg the scar too kinda works perfectly

#toji fushiguro #toji fluff #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji x you #dilf toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk x reader #jjk fanart #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustsu kaisen au #toji zenin #toji x y/n #jujutsu toji #i want him so bad

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artsykidwolf-2000 · 2 months

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Hello I would like to request something. How eould Sephiroth act when he has a crush on someone? Idc if it's post-Nibelheim or while he's still a Soldier. I leave that up to you. Thank you so much if you do this and have a wonderful day :3

Great question Le Anonymous! This is similar to what I thought for my Ravenroth ship (maybe?) BUT this topic is cute nonetheless. I might just do both ideas! Hope you like these headcanons!

SEPHIROTH CRUSH HEADCANONS

PRE-NIBELHEIM

Sephiroth as a SOLDIER he never really had romantic feelings, even as a teenager. Once he became more of an adult that's when his tables turned.

He would get flustered when Genesis or Angeal made a joke about the person Sephiroth liked. But he hid it well but you could see pink dust on his cheeks. He'd get confused about butterflies in his stomach and why they were there.

As he explores his feelings more, he tries to be braver around his special someone. When he eventually asked them on a date on his free time he was happy. He shined that shy smile of his. He took them to a fancy restaurant and bought them flowers or a little gift for a start. He's a good listener and would mostly let his date take charge of small talk if they were brave, if not he would.

He might take them on a walk or shopping on the next few dates. He has a lot of money to burn! As the relationship progressed he'd eventually confess his attraction. He's still new to all this lovey dovey crap so it'll be a slow start but with the help of his partner he would be just fine and even start to be very romantic on occasion.

Genesis and Angeal would absolutely still tease him about his romantic efforts and Genesis would try and coach him to the behest of Sephiroth's will. Angeal would just tell Sephiroth to be himself and be more gentleman-like and uphold honor in his word. He loves his friends' efforts but he's already had Genesis talk his ear off about Loveless references...Angeal is more tolerable.

Yes Zack would absolutely have his jaw hit the dang floor about hearing about ALL of this and how Sephiroth has a partner. Zack just can't help not hiding his puppy-like wonder.

Sephiroth talks about his mother a lot with their partner. If his partner was willing to research more about if his mother was truly dead or not AND found the truth then you bet your bottom gil he would try and find his real mother and bring justice to Hojo.

POST-NIBELHEIM

Good lawd where to start....

Ok! With Sephiroth off his rocker bc of everything that's happened. Things would be different and difficult to comprehend.

If Sephiroth still had his partner before he went bonkers he would ABSOLUTELY try and keep them with him at all costs. He still loves them but it's slowly creeping into bad territory. If he did not have a partner beforehand he would kinda stalk them like he does Cloud. Leave flowers and candy and whatever else on their doorstep. Then it turns into jewelry or expensive items. Then himself out of the blue.

It creeps the partner out but the love is still there. His good looks and charm works wonders. They try and figure out what went wrong with him. Maybe they try and reverse what happened if they're more than just a normal person. Magic can only go so far.

If their efforts are fruitful then he slowly reverses back to his old self just a bit but can't quite shake off Jenova unless someone destroys her. He also finds out about his real mother. He would search for her with them.

If it was in vain then he would be angered fairly easily. Trying to turn them into more like him or be more loyal or obey him. Regardless if he still had love in his heart.

Sometimes at night, you can hear cries...but from who is up to the mind's desire...

#fanfic #ff7 crisis core #ff7 x reader #ff7 rebirth #ff7 remake #ff7 sephiroth #sephiroth x reader #sephiroth #thanks for the ask!#thanks anon!#final fantsy vii #final fantasy #final fantasy 7 #headcanon #final fantasy 7 headcanon #sephiroth headcanons

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luvfy0dor · 2 months

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“Hands Under My Sweatshirt, Baby Kiss it Better ♡⁠˖” Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; BSD Spoilers, mentions of death, ch. 112 events, soft!fyodor

Description; Having a nightmare about your partner dying and waking up to him comforting you

A/n; i'm supposed to be doing a saq rn but I COULDNT NOT POST ON NEW CHAPTER DAY AHHHH I WANNA BE FYODORS MEDIEVAL HOUSE SPOUSE SO BAD IN EVERY LIFE TIME

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Everything felt so real- you watched as your lover got into a helicopter with a briefcase containing an antidote, expecting a swift escape from Mersault only to be impaled by an iron rod. You watched as his eyes widened and his slender fingers wrapped around the pole. Blood trickled from both the new piercing in his midsection and between his lips while his breathing became shaky. He glared at another man in your dream who has been rendered faceless while speaking, although everything in the dream was silent so you couldn't make out any particular words or sentences.

The night terror didn't stop at your boyfriend being impaled, as a matter of fact it made you watch as the helicopter was messily flown directly into a tower and burst into flames with Fyodor still inside. You tried to hurry towards the aircraft, but it exploded before you could reach it. The blast didn't effect you, not scorching you or propelling you backwards at all, but letting you stand there and watch as all hope of getting Fyodor out of there shattered like glass. The crackling embers of fire surrounding you gradually became accompanied by a soft whisper-one that was all too familiar and thick with sleep. You were still in shock from the dream when your eyes snapped open, your legs curled inward with Fyodors chest to your back and his hand soothingly rubbing your side. "It's okay, Moya Lyubov, what happened?" He asks you, his eyebrows furrowed and his breath warm against your ear as he presses a chaste kiss to the nape of your neck. "Nightmare. You're...you're okay." You murmur, relief taking over your heart and mind. You rolled over, your body pushing his backwards a bit. "Ofcourse I'm alright. I'm not going anywhere, y/n, I promise. Was the dream about me getting hurt?" He correctly assumes, his tired gaze fixed on your own. "Mmm, worse, dying." You say, your heart finally returning to a steady pace.

"Ah, that makes more sense. You were very restless, you know." He tells you. "It's easy to tell when you have nightmares, you're like a dog. You make some distressed noises and kick your legs." He says with a grin. You sigh and close your eyes, pressing your head to his chest. "It's better than being stiff as a board though, 'cause that means you'll pick up on it and be all sweet and affectionate." You say. Your arms wrap around his torso like they would with a stuffed toy. "I'd say I'm rather affectionate regardless. You're just needy." He looks down at you and pushes your head out from his chest, kissing your forehead while his other hand slides up the back of your sweater and rests on the small of your back. You hum and twist the fabric of his tee-shirt between your pointer and thumb. "M'not needy." You roll your eyes and look up at him through your eyelashes. "If you insist." He says, closing his eyes and readying himself to delve back into a dreamless sleep. "Mhm..g'night, Fedya, I love you." You say, pressing a quick kiss to his lips that gets his eyes to open right back up. He kisses you back and smiles faintly. "Good night, Y/n, I love you too, sleep well." His arm drapes over your side with the blanket strewn messily over the both of you. Now you could sleep a little more peacefully with the reassurance of your lovers presence in your arms, and more importantly, his safety.

A/n; i speedran this tbh, so I'm sorry if it's not great. Also, would if I made like,,, a taglist would any of y'all wanna be on it because I see so many people do it and it looks cool but I've been too nervous to like say anything or ask bc I don't want people to be like "ew no wtf" THATS LITERALLY NOT GONNA HAPPEN BUT LIKE IDK I'm scared djsjjfjekekak

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nanawritesit · 10 months

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WWDITS Headcanons: You Having the Opposite Aesthetic of Everyone Else at the Vampire Residence (fem!reader)

tw: vampires, blood, corpses, mentions of killing, mentions of virgins, immortality

you were brought into the house to work as nadja and laszlo’s familiar

after having so many familiars die on the job, they had pretty much lost hope that they would ever find one that was right for them

so when you of all people, with your brightly colored hair, glittery makeup, long nails, and hot pink platform boots, were still around after a few weeks, they knew you were special 💞

of course they had their doubts at first, thinking you were much too soft for the job based on your cute aesthetic, but you surprised them with how tough you were

you had no problem finding them victims, cleaning up blood stains, and disposing of corpses. the promise of eternal life was much too great for you to give up because of some gore

nadja is overjoyed to have another woman in the house, and quickly becomes more of a bestie than a boss (as long as you do all of your duties as a familiar too)

she requires you to attend weekly “girls nights” with her, the guide, and mini nadja, but even if they weren’t mandatory, you’d happily go along

sometimes you’ll get all dressed up and go clubbing, taking everyone’s drinks for them since they can’t ingest human food

you stick out like a sore thumb in your pink sequin mini dress and heels, the rest of them shrouded in black lace, but you have an amazing time regardless. they really know how to party!

but sometimes you just have sleepovers where you watch mamma mia and talk shit about all the men in the house

laszlo didn’t take you seriously at first. he never really saw the appeal of having a familiar, thinking he got along just fine without one, but wanted to please his good lady wife

he could never understand how nandor was so attached to guillermo. he was just some human who followed him around and did his bidding

that was, until you came along

he found it was really nice to have someone to practice his music with, to organize his library for him, to help him into his coffin every night… and after a while he really grew quite fond of you

which scared him, because he knew how fragile human life was

but that only made him want to keep you under his wing more, to protect you until the day him and nadja decided to turn you

they love having you accompany them on their nightly walks, carrying their parasol behind them as they bask in the moonlight

they’re super protective of you, especially from people who assume you’re an easy target because of your looks

like, if anyone tries to mess with you around them, lazslo will yell at them to go fuck off, and nadja will practically go feral and rip their heart out

you’ll have to BEG her not to hurt them for her to even CONSIDER letting them go 💀

nandor pretty much falls in love with you upon first sight

he absolutely adores your style, loving how unique it is compared to anyone else he knows

he tries and fails to flirt with you all the time while you’re working, until nadja eventually yells at him to leave you to your chores, and he’ll scuttle away bc he’s scared of her 😀

he sometimes asks you to do his makeup like yours, saying he wants to “glitter like twilight”

his undead heart stops when you lean close to his face to do his eyeliner 🥺

he desperately wants to ask you out but is terrified of what nadja would do to him should you agree

she thinks you’re MUCH too good for him

he eventually goes to laszlo for help, since he’s such an “expert” on modern women 💀

he agrees to help him, but tells him that if you guys start dating and he hurts you, he’ll kill him 😗

guillermo is honestly just so thrilled to have another human in the house to sympathize with him 😭

the two of you quickly become partners in crime, dragging bodies down the stairs together and recruiting virgins for your vampires to feast on

he also wouldn’t hesitate to slay any vampire who tried to feed on you

you always stick up for him when the vampires aren’t taking him seriously, which helps since they all value your opinion tremendously

nandor gets a bit jealous when he finds out that you and guillermo get lunch together everyday 😭

guillermo admittedly gets a bit jealous when you’re turned into a vampire before he is, but is obviously very happy for you

but since nandor has such a soft spot for you, you’re able to convince him to turn guillermo sooner :) that way you can be a big happy vampire family forever

collin robinson thinks you’re quite entertaining, although he gets frustrated at the fact that you somehow always dodge all of his attempts to drain your energy

when you go out on the town with everyone, you have major scary dog privilege

when you walk by, people see a pretty pink princess 💞

and then they see the three huge, dramatically dressed vampires, one emotionless suited man, and one monster slayer walking behind you and they’re like oh shit nvm 💀

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits headcanon #nandor the relentless #laszlo cravensworth #nadja of antipaxos #guillermo de la cruz #collin robinson #wwdits x reader #what we do in the shadows scenarios #what we do in the shadows fanfiction #nandor x reader #wwdits

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lancermylove · 4 months

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MC is a What!? (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: DB with gn!Reader

Warning: None

Requested by: @smut-simp

Prompt: Guess What? I'm back. Ok, so i love mythical creatures (and you). But i wanted to ask for MC who is like a secret god/goddess. Lemme give you a description. MC had a terrible, no-good, very bad day. And they were in their room crying, so now they have a headache and its even worse bc the horns are hidden and straining against their head. so MC lets them out along with the wings bc their back hurts from being curled up for so many hours in a corner.) NOTE: Sorry if this is a long ask, i'm just so freaking eager. *Cries in simp* Also, i have like 3 more suggestions that i'm still thinking about, soooooo yeah I Love You SM <3 Hope You Have The Best Day Ever! :)

A/N: Soooo this was supposed to be a quick ask, and it turned into an HC. 😋 Awww thank you! 💖 I love mythical creatures too! I added the description you gave for the god/goddess appearance in the prologue. :3 Thank you! I hope you have a great day and HNY! I hope 2024 is the BESTEST year ever for you. 🤗

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Prologue:

This was your worst day in Devildom, and your breakdown was taking a toll on your mental health as well as your physical form. Not the form you showed others, but your true form - that of a god/goddess. You never told anyone this secret as you feared being seen as a fish out of water in Devildom.

When others looked at you, they saw a 'normal' human, but what exactly did you see when you looked at yourself in the mirror? Four large white wings with golden outlines; slightly glowing eyes the color of gold; two golden horns that curved from just above your ears and stood six inches above your head; a shiny white and gold striped halo balancing atop the horns; a third eye on your forehead with massive, long eyelashes that was white and glowed; a huge deep gold tattoo on your stomach in the shape of a person sitting crisscrossed, using magic, and the three realms.

You were able to hide all of this from the others, but the bad day had drawn tears to your eyes. In turn, you had a headache, which kept getting worse due to the strain of the horns on your head. However, the amount of magic it was taking you to hide your form took the highest toll on you. For a while, you stared at your tears that were made of gold (literally). Was it worth it to continue tormenting yourself to hide your true form? Shaking your head, you shattered the magic around you, and instantly, your deity form was on display.

Unfortunately for you, he had learned you were having a bad day and entered your room. He generally knocked, but today, he assumed you would tell him to leave you alone.

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Lucifer froze. The amount of divine energy flowing from you made it difficult for him to breathe.

A while back, he had suspected that you were hiding something from them but wasn't expecting you to be a god/goddess. Regardless, Lucifer remained unfazed by your appearance and was more concerned with your sadness.

He forced himself to come closer to you, even though his body told him not to. Wordlessly, the first brother sat on the edge of your bed and gently stroked your head, avoiding touching your horns.

"It hurts. My horns hurt!"

Lucifer knew from personal experience how annoying horns could be and how heavy wings could feel at times. The Avatar of Pride didn't ask you questions, nor was in interested in learning anything about you at that moment. His energy was forced on trying to calm you down and provide you with a soothing touch.

However, one question nagged Lucifer's mind: why was a deity in Devildom? If Lucifer didn't trust you, he would have thought you were there on a mission to study the demons as the heavens were planning a war against Devildom.

His jaw dropped. Where was (y/n), and who was this creature? Why was there such a strong divine aura flowing from it? Wait, was that creature you? You were a god/goddess?

Mammon's head spun, but hearing your anguished sobs tore at his heart. He wanted to bombard you with questions but knew this was not the right time.

It took him a little struggle to get closer to you as your divinity was too dizzying for him. However, Mammon wanted nothing more than to help you calm down.

When he saw your gold tears, the Avatar of Greed's eyes widened. He had a moment of weakness where he considered taking your tears and selling them to make A LOT of dough but had to remind himself that this was neither the place nor the time to think about money. That didn't mean he wasn't planning to take your 'tears' afterward with your permission, of course.

Mammon sat by your side and held onto your hand as he gently patted your shoulders. His eyes wandered around to take in your majestic form.

Maybe you had your reasons to hide the truth from them. However, he hoped you would tell him the truth once you calmed down.

Eh? EHHHH? You were a god/goddess all along? Why didn't you tell them? He thought you were a normie human all along. If he knew you were a deity that looked like they were straight out of an anime, Levi wouldn't have given you such a hard time.

He was lost in thoughts until he heard your whimpers. His shoulders slumped. Though, he was a little uncomfortable as he didn't know how to make you feel better. Regardless, Levi still pushed past the invisible barrier around you that attempted to push him away.

Levi hesitated to touch you because he didn't know if your light would have a negative effect on him. After a while of thinking, he sighed and gently stroked your cheeks. That was when he saw your gold tears. Talk about your tears being priceless.

Since he didn't know what to say, Levi stayed silent, gently stroking your cheek, head, and arm and even taking a chance at caressing your wings. They were even softer than Lucifer's wings in the Celestial Realm.

Unlike some of his brothers, Levi didn't consider you would be there to spy on them or have any ill-intention toward them. You were still (y/n) to him - a friend, crush, and sweet normie, not a force of divinity.

Satan wondered if he was in the presence of a god/goddess and took a moment to analyze your aura. Once he confirmed, the Avatar of Wrath felt breathless. He knew being around your divine form for a prolonged period would have a negative effect on him. However, he couldn't bring himself to walk away and leave you in tears.

The Avatar of Wrath took a deep breath and forced himself to get closer to you. His eyes scanned each and every detail on your body, but he was most fascinated with the tattoos of the three realms. Why would a deity have a tattoo of all three realms? Did you have a special power, or were you an overseer of all three realms? Someone who transgressed ordinary gods/goddesses.

He had to force himself to swallow his curiosity as your well-being and happiness came before. So, Satan made a mental note of all his questions and sat down beside you. His touch was gentle but still hesitant.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Those were the only words he said. If you chose to tell him, Satan paid close attention to your words; if you chose to remain silent, he didn't force you to say anything.

Once you were in a better state of mind, Satan planned to get answers to his questions and hoped you would tell him the entire truth.

As someone who admired beauty above all, Asmo was speechless. He never thought he would see a being more beautiful than him, but you proved him wrong.

Asmo was so enamored by your appearance that, for a while, he zoned out and didn't hear your sobs or see your tears. His only focus was on taking in every inch of your beautiful appearance. He only snapped out when you let out a small cry of pain.

At first, he didn't want to come closer, knowing his dark aura would not mix well with your light one, but he couldn't bear to see you in pain.

Little by little, he eventually came closer to you and tried to talk to you. Asmo wanted to know why you were in pain and crying, among many other things. The Avatar of Lust knew he couldn't stay in your presence for long without being affected, so he tried his best to learn the reason for your sadness and find a solution.

Seeing your appearance brought back memories of the Celestial Realm, which made him realize something. How had he not heard about a being like you before? Had Michael and, maybe, Lucifer known of your existence and hid it from others, or did they not know about you?

Beel was surprised by your appearance, but unlike his brothers, he didn't think about who you were or why you hid your appearance or divine aura.

His focus was only on your tears. Why were you crying, and what could he do to make you feel better? Beel tanked his way closer to you without worrying about the effects of your divinity on his body or mind.

"What's wrong, (y/n)? Did someone do something to hurt you?" He patiently waited for your answer. His eyes wandered to your wings, and had you not been sad, Beel would have smiled slightly. Your wings slightly reminded him of Lilith and her wish to have beautiful wings. He couldn't help but think that if she was alive, she would have loved this form of yours.

Once you gathered enough strength to tell Beel you were having a bad day, he tried his best to help you by talking to you, giving you hugs, and sharing his food. If you tell him someone caused that sadness, Beel will 'take care' of the person for you right in front of you so that you can smile. Whatever it takes, he will do.

Belphie had to force himself to stay grounded as his first instinct was to run out of your room. Compared to his brothers, your aura had a crushing effect on him. He wanted to walk away, but seeing the way you looked at him, tugged at his heart.

The Avatar of Sloth wondered just how much magic you had to be able to constantly conceal your presence from everyone. He understood you were a god/goddess, but even deities have limits. Belphie slowly got closer to you but didn't dare to touch you. Once you concealed your divinity, he planned to make it up to you by hugging you and not letting go.

"What's wrong, (y/n)?" It was evident he was concerned about you.

"Bad day...my wings...and horns feel...heavy..."

He could completely understand your problem, as his horns were the heaviest out of his brothers. At times, he purposely avoided his demon form just so he didn't have to deal with the burdens of the heavy horns.

Knowing he couldn't help you much, Belphie considered calling Solomon over to try to alleviate your pain. But would the sorcerer be able to help? Moreover, would he attempt to use you for his own benefit or to help humanity?

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theanimeroom · 6 months

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Tbh I think that Barou, who literally forces himself to train every day with both a conditioning drill and a technique drill (multiple I think? Idk) would be able to last the month if you tried teasing him

BUT BAROU LOSING WITHOUT ANY (intentional) TEASING BC HIS ASS IS JUST SO WHIPPED???? Idk actually. Thoughts?

HMMMMM SO MANY THOUGHTS HOLD ON

NFSW UNDER THE CUT | MINORS DNI

DECEMBER 1ST, 2023 - 3:17PM

NNN CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

if there's one thing about barou shouei, it's that this man's self-control is impeccable. he was a man of great mental and physical strength, and if there was one thing that he would never let himself do, it's lose. it didn't matter what situation was at hand, he was going to come out on top, no matter what.

getting through the challenge was rather easy for the man, mostly because you were a copy and paste of him. that was his favorite thing about you, knowing that you seemingly shared the shame brain and therefore had many of the same thought processes.

the moment you found out that barou had been roped into no nut november, you knew that you would be participating also. the two of you were a package deal, so if he was going to suffer through the month, then you would be good and restrain yourself.

now, you weren't exactly like your boyfriend, so when the tension started to build up in you, it was a bit harder for you to manage. he distracted himself with strenuous workouts and soccer games, but the more he did that, the harder it was for you to control yourself. his body looked like it was sculpted to match that of a greek god, shining in the sunlight as he sprinted shirtless across the soccer fields. how were you supposed to survive that?

despite all of this, you still didn't dare bother your boyfriend, knowing that regardless of whether he won or lost, if you tried to sabotage him there would be dire repercussions because of it.

by the time the last week of november had come around, you had decided to push your limits a bit.

you were sitting in the passenger seat, arms crossed over your chest as your leg tapped against the floor of the car. your body was nearly buzzing at this point from want, your delicious boyfriend sitting next to you with his hand on your thigh not helping your mindset in the slightest. barou was managing just fine, at least that's how it appeared compared to you.

his eyes remained on the road, one hand grasping the steering wheel while the other was rubbing shapes into your thigh. his thumb was moving dangerously close to the inside of your thigh, the muscle tightening as you tried not to react. when barou still didn't seem to notice, you started to wiggle in your seat in hopes that his hand would slide closer to where you were now aching for him.

your gaze flitted to the side, staring at your boyfriend who was gnawing lightly on the skin of his lower lip, thumb still tracing circular motions on your upper thigh. he didn't look distressed at all, more so eerily calm as your not-so-subtle movements started to catch up to you.

your clothing had been a nuisance to you more than anything else since the knot in your stomach started to make itself known to you, but at the moment, it was giving you a great deal of help. the fabric of your shorts had hit you in the right spot, brushing your sensitive clit in the most delicious way. the moment a heavy sigh slipped past your lips, you could feel the heat coming from the man beside you.

peering back over at him you noticed the way he seemed to be a bit more tense, jaw locked and fingers turning white against the steering wheel. he didn't dare turn his head though, only huffing out a breath as he continued to watch the road ahead of you.

he was aware of what you were doing, but he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of reacting to it. he could easily admit that you held out much longer than he thought you would have, but that doesn't mean that it gives you a free pass to be a brat. he was going to let you do what you wanted, not caring whether you were leaking and creaming in the seat of his car or not. he was going to win the challenge either way, with or without you.

but you just looked so fucking good grinding down in the seat, it had it almost seething when he felt a tent rising in the confines of his jeans. to say he was pissed off was a severe understatement, he'd been doing so well, yet you just had to come around and push his buttons. it was only when your sly fingers wrapped around his wrist, attempting to guide his fingers down to where you were soaking through your underwear that he decided to pull the plug on your little game. unluckily for you, a red light had impeded barou's ability to concentrate, the momentary pause in movement was just enough for the man to turn his head around, snatching his hand from your dirty grasp.

a gasp escaped you when his fingers and thumb pressed roughly into your cheeks, squeezing them together as he forced you to look him in the eye. your gaze was wide as he stared you down, dangerous and filled with something akin to primal lust.

"are you done?" his voice started to hit baritone levels, a curt nod leaving the now angry man humming quietly. the interaction only made you crave him more, your gaze flickering between his eyes and lips in hopes of him giving you what you needed. instead, you whined quietly when barou's fingers loosened their grip, thumb coming around to press at your bottom lip. you didn't think twice before wrapping your lips around the digit, moaning softly when the pad pressed heavily against your tongue. your eyes fluttered closed for a second, but the moment was short-lived as the man focused your attention once more. "good. now, you're going to sit there, and you're not going to move a muscle until we get back home, is that understood?"

when you nodded your head again, he watched you for another few seconds before deciding that you'd understood him well enough, finally letting you go just as the light turned green again.

now, what you did forget, was the fact that once you cross barou shouei, there will be consequences.

"i'm sorry! fuck i'm so sorry!" your voice was raw and cracking under the pressure of your boyfriend, who was using you like a rag doll. your face was pressed into the sheets barely able to breathe as barou shoved you back down, this being the third time you've spoken out of turn since you started.

"didn't i tell you to shut. the fuck. up?" he grunted, punctuating his words with deep thrusts. they didn't aid in his request for silence, but he'd rather hear you crying for him than another apology. "weren't sorry when you were trying to whore yourself out in my passenger seat, now were you?"

knowing better than to leave him without an answer at all, you shook your head into the mattress. a rough smack to your ass left you wailing into the covers, ass red and stinging from the constant abuse barou was inflicting upon it. "this what you wanted? wanted me to split you on my cock princess?"

shaking your head once again in confirmation, there was another sickening slap to your ass before his movements pitched up, hips slamming against your backside as your voice came out in tandem. barou held his balance with one foot against the mattress, the knee on the other leg digging into the space beside yours as you held your pretty little ass in the air for him.

the sight was one to behold, lower lips puckering and begging for his cock to fill it, to breed it. peering down at the way you clenched around him, desperate moans being muffled into the bed as his own grunts started to become more audible.

a rather tight squeeze from your cunt and barou was almost doubling over, balls tightening and bottoming out, stilling as he forced himself not to come in you quite yet.

the raven-haired male leaned down, your back and his front colliding with his heavy breath flowing into your ear. you were damn near brain-dead, moaning softly and pushing back against the male as he moved your damp hair away from your face. you whimpered as his breath fanned against the shell of your ear. "hmm, since we did so good this month... why don't we try to do no nut december also?"

all in all, never participate in no nut november with barou.

don't plagiarize, it's not nice <3

#no nut november challenge!#blue lock smut #blue lock #barou smut #barou #barou shouei #barou shouei smut #anime smut #barou x reader #barou shoei x reader #blue lock barou

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moonys-love · 1 year

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Howdy Pillar Headcanons :D

be aware this is my first time writing on tumblr so if its a tad odd in some places, i apologize :))) i should be doing my math work i missed or sleeping but guess what i wont

cw: staring mentions (?), howdy being cheesy, i think that's it? ( i do not know how to tag stories)

(look at the funky man!!)

Dating Howdy!!

i just KNOW this man loves to give hugs from behind

everytime you're doing literally anything that has you with your back exposed, he's going to pick you up

you could be in the middle of cleaning and next thing you know four limbs are wrapped around you and you're being picked up

he is both big spoon and little spoon, ignore the fact that he's like 7 foot/213 cm

if you don't like being hugged/touched, that's fine! he likes to make sure that you're comfortable with how he shows affection.

instead of hugging you, he tends to move things around to make it more accessible for you (especially if you enjoy cooking/baking, there are a lot of things in the howdy-sized cabinets but not the y/n-sized cabinets)

sometimes he does purposefully move things out of your reach to have you call him over for help so he can come bother you >:)

that is until you learned that you can climb on the counters... (as someone who is short, this is in fact the most effective way of getting things [dont do this])

he loves holding hands with you! regardless of whether you're in public or at home, he enjoys making sure that you don't get lost /j ("Its hard to see you all the way down there, neighbor!")

he is also a big fan of pinky holding <3

i hc him to have some anxiety issues, so this is a big reason why he enjoys holding hands/pinkys

it's become a big way to help him calm down, and if you start rubbing shapes (?) into his hand it makes things a lot better (he does it to you too <3)

after a long day at the bugdega (bodega? I've seen someone call it that so I'm calling it that bc it's funky!), he will fwump literally anywhere it is convenient for him to do so

let's just hope you're not on the couch/bed because you are a candidate for him to do so! (good luck)

he constantly is making sure that you're ok, mentally and physically! he is a great listener, and he gives great advice too.

everytime you try to help him out at the bugdega, he CANNOT focus

he will literally stare at you for ages until either you or a neighbor points out he's doing so ("howdy, are you ok?" "huh- oh yeah! it's just that you're really pretty...")

he also gives you an 100% discount if you agree to a kiss

either he's really cheesy, or he's reciting poetry to you, there is in fact, no in-between

"i love you berry much! *holds out a strawberry*"

"If i was to be given the option of eternal life, i would turn it down, for a life without you is not one worth living."

all in all, your relationship is berry sweet!! (help i regret writing that)

Being friends with Howdy!!

if YOU have chaotic energy, HE has chaotic energy

he could be cheerfully having an exchange with julie to chanting "thief" to wally in the corner with you (art idea??? might make this)

howdy is great at adapting to your current mood! if you're being funky and all gremlin-like, so is he! if you're tired or sad, he makes sure to give you your time and space to talk if you want!

regardless of this, he does give mother-friend energy

not in the sense of like making sure you're sunscreened, but just looking out for you and making sure you're ok :O)

he LOVES to spook you. regardless of how tall he is, he is in fact, great at sneaking around!

he is also good at being quiet on his feet, which does not end well when you're in the middle of doing something

i feel like he is genuinely a sweet guy, but when he's with friends, he's a totally different caterpillar

if tiktok existed then, you would constantly point at him and say "caterpillar" in that voice (y'know the one from the audio that everyone draws frank spying on howdy with [i absolutely love that audio])

HE KNOWS ALL OF THE GOSSIP OOH JUST YOU WAIT

"did you hear? frank and eddie are finally dating!" "HAH WALLY OWES ME HIS APPLE SUPPLY"

wally is definitely a part of your guy's shenanigans btw it's canon I'm howdys hat

if howdy needs something delivered (most likely wallys hairspray/apples) and eddie isn't available, he asks you! you're practically a second employee so you might as well ahshefs

you still get an 100% discount, since you know, you're kinda working there so that's fabulous!!

he's practically your babysitter at this point i just kinda imagine y/n being one of the leash kids

he can and will throw you on top of his shoulders, you think he's not buff under those sleeves? he has to carry around literal HUNDREDS of apples for wally pretty much everyday

i feel like he likes making things with his hands (I'm really projecting here arent i)

HE LIKES MAKING TINY THINGS OK OK GLAD WE CAN AGREE

random little figurines or things you enjoy will just appear. you have little to no clue where they came from but that's fineee

he knows some of the most obscure things, either about you, or anything really

he loves hearing people infodump about anything! he loves learning new things about people's special interests :D

at the end of the day, he appreciates being your friend so much! he's so glad he got to meet you <3

i am very tired so im probably going to sleep now!! i really liked making this but headcanons are not, in fact, my strong suit. requests are open, i would love to write some more for welcome home!!

#moony writes!!#im incredibly tired but i really wanted to get this out so here it is!#howdy is a funky little guy <3 #howdy #howdy pillar #howdy pillar x reader #howdy pillar headcanons #welcome home #welcome home show #welcome home puppets #welcome home puppet show #tumblr #writer #writers on tumblr

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binsoojun · 1 year

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this is my first time writing obey me so im really excited!!! (im having a hyperfixation) enjoy reading this! let me hear your thoughts after <33

NOT PROOFREAD.

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saying i love you for the first time.

SATAN — whispers it while drifting to sleep

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— he really wants to make it special for both of you, like the romantic highlights in his books where the main lead says 'i love you' while being enamoured with their lover.

— sadly.. his ass slipped and uttered it while drifting off to sleep 😭

— but that's okay, he's your silly little bf !! you'll always love him regardless of your first i love you's with each other <33

— he got grumpy the moment you mentioned it in the morning though, he cursed himself in the head saying he was dumb for saying that in significance

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“you sleepy already?” you ask, as you see your boyfriend try and fight his eyelids awake whilst holding a book in his right hand.

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“..no...” he responds with a slight grunt, “it's late already,” getting the book from his hand, you settled it down from a nearby table beside your bedside. “let's go to sleep.”

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he furrows his eyebrows at your comment, trying to move at the side of your bed so you could lay down with him; groaning at the same time, he managed to let out a few words.

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“goodnight.."

“goodnight."

“..."

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“i love you..” he whispers, enough for you to hear him.

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your eyes grew wide, almost as if you saw a pig growing a pair of wings and flying.

“...”

“i love you too, satan."

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DIAVOLO — makes breakfast in bed and writes it on a note

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— as much as this sounds shocking, he knows how to cook (real im ntt solmare)

— he's been taking lessons from barbatos in his free time hence why he hasn't been able to go on small dates with you

— he says i love you to you regularly, but this time he wants it to be a moment you won't forget!!

— wants you to remember him every time you have breakfast in bed, reminiscing about that time he told you ‘i love you’ on his homemade dish for you </3 he's so adorable

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“good morning!” he calls out your name as he enters his bedroom, laying down a small table on your lap above.

“good morning to you, too.” you spoke, analyzing the dishes laid out on the table that he had just placed by now.

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“hmm.. these don't look like barbatos' dishes, did you make them?” asking the future devildom's prince who was at the corner of the bed, he jolts up in excitement that you noticed his cooking.

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“yes!” he happily replies, making you smile at his boastful remark. “that's sweet of you, diavolo.”

planting a kiss on his cheek, you then start your first meal of the day.

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“wait.”

“hm?”

“i have more,” he claims, “this is the main part of the show.” hurrying to get a plate at a table close by, he holds a platter in his hands; revealing an omelette he had made with words covered in ketchup on top of it.

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“i love you! ✿”

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you dramatically put two of your palms on your mouth, shocked.

“diavolo—!” laughing wholeheartedly at your reaction, he smiles.

“i love you, too!”

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MAMMON — writes it in the air with a sparkler

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— this babygirl is so embarrassed to say it outloud despite you being his significant other already

— i mean he IS the great mammon BUT???

— im kidding he's just too shy to say it out loud bc he wants to be romantical (he's such an idiot i love him)

— don't worry though, he says it more than ever after this

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“this ya' first time trying out sparklers?” he questions you, lighting up the sparkler in his hand.

“not really, i tried these out with asmo for his devilgram and it's really pretty!”

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“pff, that idiot asmodeus, i could've been the first one to show devildom sparklers to you.” he mumbles.

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the sparkler started to spark, brightening up the dark area you two were in.

“it's so pretty!”

“take it, i'll light myself one up too.” taking the sparkling rod from his hand, you started drawing various shapes and animals in the air; laughing while sharing comforting silence together.

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mammon watched you close as he also tried drawing hearts and stars in the air.

“we should take a video of this!” you suggested.

“go ahead.”

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taking out your phone from your pocket, you quickly notice mammon mindlessly scribbling words in the breeze; making you press record abruptly.

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then you noticed.

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“I ♡ U”

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the sparks were swift, however, you were aware by what he had wrote down. you attempted to do the same by doodling on your other hand; the video still rolling.

“look at this!”

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“I ♡ U 2”

“..wait ya' noticed what i was—”

“i love you too, mammon! i can't believe i got that on video!!”

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he was flattered by what you had said, “don't ever share that with anyone, ya hear me?! that's for you and me only, 'kay?”

“...i love you.”

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LEVI — writes a note and puts it somewhere so you can find it + makes you a Spotify playlist of songs about love.

— babygirl idiot can't say it out loud too (2)

— HE JUST CAN'T!!! LIKE you??? him??? dating??! HE'S SO SHEEPISH TO SAY IT BC HOW DID HE BAG SOMEONE LIKE YOU???

— he's trying to find out ways on how to say it to you without passing out on the spot/j

— his google search rn:

"how to romantically say i love you to your partner"

"how to say i love you"

"how can i make myself say i love you?"

"ruri-chan limited edition figurine"

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“hey um..” he walks up to you, cheeks red already.

“is something wrong?”

“can you clean my room..? i have to go somewhere right now to get my limited edition figurine...” he stutters at his own words.

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completely confused at his sudden request, you agree to it. “get back home safely okay?”

“mhm.”

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arriving at his room, you look around and searched the area to see what was in a mess. but to your avail, the place was a bit clean-ish so far.

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“i wonder why he requested me to clean his room... it looks fine already," you spoke to yourself, bending over to arrange his mangas on the shelves. while arranging it volume to volumes, a small piece of paper fell out when you took out one book.

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“go to my desk”

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your lack of certainty certainly rose up more after this, but you abide anyways, wondering what he was scheming for you.

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his screen was open, a playlist displayed on the desktop's screen. its title catching your eyes.

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“i adore you.”

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stunned by the amount of songs he had set in, you got a hold of his headphones and listened to his pile of songs that reminded him of you for hours, though it seemed like minutes hearing the beautiful and upbeat music.

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you decided to edit his playlist, leaving a small message in its description.

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“143 levi <3”

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bloodwrittenballad · 8 months

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Bobby’s Got It Goin’ On | Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: When Jake takes it too far, you step in

Warnings: Smut, oral (reader receiving, bc in my mind, bob is a pussy eating king!) fingering, consensual groping, blowjob in a car (0/10, do not recommend doing this) protected sex because!!! it’s a must!!! swearing, lil tad bit of angst, sexism? Hangman being, well, himself. Also, I suck at titles and summaries 🙃 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. And please, let me know what you thought! Reblogs and comments are so very appreciated and help us fic writers <3 Xoxo, Parker

If there was one thing you knew for certain about Jake Seresin, it was that he had a loud fuckin mouth. And quite the talent at opening it at the wrong fuckin times. Like now, for instance. You and the crew were all at The Hard Deck, hanging out and celebrating getting through another long work week. Things were going well, you found yourself perched next to Bob, as the two of you made easy conversation.

You liked Bob, a lot. How could you not? He was sweet, smart, handsome as ever loving hell… Only issue, was he probably didn’t feel even the slightest bit same for you. That was okay though! Because in the end, you’d rather have a friendship with him than ruin it by telling him how you felt only to be rejected.

It was better this way, regardless of how bad it hurt or how much pestering you’d get from the other squadron members to just confess you feelings.

Pushing back the slightly depressing thoughts, you continued your focus on Bob, who was getting rather animated as he told you a stories from his childhood and teen years. Head thrown back in laughter, you couldn’t help but to gently slap his arm, a habit you had developed over the years and could never quite shake. Most people would have found it annoying, but not Bob. Never him. He found it endearing, plus… he couldn’t deny that the skin to skin contact was nice. You were so soft and warm, so, so… perfect.

Bob continued to blush while you giggled, “wow, Bobby, I never would’ve taken you for such a bad boy!” If his cheeks weren’t already as red as a stop sign, they certainly were now. “I wasn’t! Really! Just a… ya know, had a bit of teen angst, I guess.” Bob muttered, not being able to handle how goddamn beautiful that smile of yours was. “Well, teen angst aside, I think some trouble looks good on you. Kinda rouged. Chicks dig that, ya know.” You spoke with a soft smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes as you thought of him with any other woman than you.

Bob wore his usual lopsided smile as you said that, his skin feeling even warmer now. Jesus, you were so perfect. This moment was so perfect. Until it wasn’t.

Hangman, being the ever present thorn in your side, just had to go and ruin it. “Y’all wanna know what else chicks dig?” He spoke with a shit-eating grin as he plopped down beside you, making himself more than comfortable but not at all welcome. “Not really,” you huffed out through gritted teeth. A devilish smirk blossomed even wider on the blonds face, “chicks dig a man who’s tough and confident, unafraid to take charge and get shit done. Like me, sweet pea.” Jake ended with a wink, something that shouldn’t have pissed you off so much. But it did. He always managed to get under your skin in a way no one else could. He just had that effect on people. Obnoxious.

“Well, maybe some women aren’t into that,” you shot back. “Maybe some of us like a quiet, down to earth, gentleman who doesn’t boast about how supposedly great he is.” Jake barked out a laugh, his eyebrows shooting high up and almost into his hairline. “Damn, girl.” Jake whistled, “ya got fire in you, f’sure. Gotta find the right to manage that. Some prissy, sissy of a man ain’t gonna be able to tame it. Like Bob!” Said person looked up at you sheepishly for the first time since Hangman had crashed your little party. “Bobby here wouldn’t know what t’do with all that you got goin’ on, he uh, he just ain’t built for it.” Okay, so now you weren’t just pissed. You were fucking livid.

“And what the fuck do you know about anything, Bagman? Huh? What’re your qualifications to be making such claims? In fact, when’s the last time any of this macho bullshit actually worked on a woman? Cause ya wanna know what I think? I think you’re just an insecure little boy who acts like he’s gods fuckin’ gift to this world, like he’s got it all goin’ on for him. But you don’t! You can sure as hell act like it, but we all know you don’t. You wanna know who does, though? Bob. Yeah, that’s right. Bobby’s got it goin’ on!” By this point, you had stood up from your seated position so you could feel like you had a bit more of an upper ground, as you glared down at Jake.

Bob, who still hadn’t uttered a peep since Hangman’s interruption, saw how close you were to hitting the man and gently decided it was time to divert from the situation and led you outside. His hand, strong but gentle on the small of your back, guided you throughout The Hard Deck until you both found yourselves under the pale moonlight. “God!” you groaned angrily. “I mean, who the hell does he think he is? Such a prick! Like, I get it, you haven’t been laid in a while but fuck don’t take it out on people who don’t deserve it! It’s just so, so, so fucking frustrating. Aren’t you frustrated? I’m frustrated! No, I’m pissed! Oooh, I’m so pissed. I could go in there right now and punch him right in his stupid f-,” You stopped short in your rant, the pacing you started somewhere along the line coming to a halt.

Bob was just standing there, head bowed, not saying a word. “Bobby?” You whispered gently, mentally cursing yourself for your tangent now when you should’ve been making sure he was okay. Opening your mouth to speak again, Bob cut you off. “Did… did you meant it? W-what you said. I-in there? Or was that just to get Hangman off my back?” The shake in his voice made your heart crack in two, but what truly broke it was the look on his face. So unsure, so pained, so scared that it was all just a big fat lie.

“Bobby, I-” you started, but was once again cut off. “It’s fine, I-I uh, I get it. I do. No hard feelings. But, um, thanks for taking care of Hangman.” Bob went to pass out, presumably to his car so he could get the hell out of there and save himself any further embarrassment for tonight. Before he could make it far, you grabbed his arm, tugging him back towards you and pushing your lips to his. Bob left out a soft whine, immediately melting into the feeling of you.

The kiss was soft, warm, delicate and messy all at once. It was everything you ever dreamed of, it just sucked that the events of tonight were what led up to it. Pulling away, your hands went up to cup his face, locking eyes with his in the compassionate embrace. “I meant every single word, Robby. All that, and so much more.” Bob broke out in a smile, with you following not far behind, before he surged forward and connected your lips once more. This time in a much more needy and demanding kiss, with his and your hands roaming each others bodies.

A soft moan left your lips in a tiny squeak, Bob pulling away with a satisfied grin. “Maybe we should take this somewhere a little more private? Don’t really feel like sharing those noises with anyone else.” You gasped and gently hit his arm, like how you had earlier. “Bobby! You dirty dog! I cant believe you… but yes. Yes. Let’s go, now. Please.” Bob couldn’t help to laugh at the display of utter desperation from you, as he led you to his car. The second you were inside, a full makeout session ensued. You ended up on his lap, albeit with some struggle because his car was tiny, but you made do. Grinding on his growing bulge, you moaned widely, his tongue darting into your mouth. “Fuck, Bobby, take me home. Want you to take me home and fuck me so bad. Will you, please?” You whined and begged, and what kind of man would he be to leave you so needy like this.

After you were safe and secure in the passenger seat, Bob wasted no time on stepping on the gas as he made his way back to his rental. After the mission, many, if not most, of the original crew got a transfer. Yourself included, though unlike Bob, you’re place wasn’t as nice. That didn’t matter though, it was all small details in the end. Because now you not only had the best of friends, but you finally got the guy. And said guy was taking you home to fuck you.

The drive wasn’t long, but damn, did it make you needier. You weren’t sly in the slightest, as you snuck your hand slowly up Bobs thigh, climbing higher and higher, stopping just below where you so desperately wanted to touch. Bob gave you a look, eyebrow quirked, lips in a smirk. “This okay?” you whispered, just to be sure. “More than okay, darling.” He confirmed, and that was more than enough for you to launch your attack. Unbuttoning his pants, you make quick work of pushing down his boxers as far as they would go before his hard and ready cock popped out. Your mouth went agap at the sight, suddenly feeling drool looking at the edges of you lips as you took in the length and size of him. He was huge! “Holy shit, Bobby, you really do got it goin’ on.” And with that, you took him into your mouth.

He couldn’t reach all the way in, so you made due by streaking the rest of him. Occasionally groping his balls, which earned the heavenly sound of his moans. You continued bobbing your head up and down, savoring the taste of him and the way he swore. “F-fuck! Yeah, yeah, just like that. Taking it so well, j-just like a good girl.” You moaned at the praise, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second. Then, before you knew it, the car came to an abrupt stop and so did the blowjob, as Bob gently grabbed your cheeks and lifted your head. “As much as I’d love to come in your throat, sweet thing, I’d much rather continue this inside. Where I can really treat you good,” he said with a wink. Oh, god, he was so fucking hot.

The two of you managed to stumble inside, hands never leaving each others bodies as you nipped and sucked at any possible exposed skin, groping and grinding and messy as he led you to his bed and practically tossed you on to it. By the time you made it to his bedroom, both of you were almost fully nude, aside from the underwear you wore. Which were fully soaked now, by the way. And damn, did Bob enjoy the sit. Sinking down to his knees on the floor, Bob grabbed your legs and scooted you forward so your ass hung over the bed almost completely. “Fuck, s’wet f’me,” he mumbled against the skin of your thighs, your ankles now hanging over his shoulders.

He worked his way up, pressing kisses to the soft skin, loving the way you moaned and begged for me. “You want my mouth or my fingers, darling?” He asked, and the smirk he wore when you screamed, “both!” only widened. “If it’s both you want, baby, then it’s both you’ll get.” And with that, your panties were gone in a flash as he tore them off and dove right in. “FUCK!” you moaned loudly, your hands frantically clutching the bedsheets. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh, right there! Fuck yes!” He’d barely begun, still only using his tongue, as he lapped at you like a man starved. It was heavenly, the warmth of his tongue and the speed at which it tortured you with bliss.

Minutes, maybe even hours, fuck who knows how long went by with him in between your thighs, just licking and sucking and slurping at what you had to offer before he asked if you wanted his fingers yet. Of course you had screamed yes again, but it was all garbled and mumbled from the pleasure you felt. Bob chucked between you, the vibration a heavenly feeling on your clit. The added sensation of not just one, but two fingers prodding at your sensitive hole had your mind swimming in pure ecstasy. You knew you were close, and his fingers speeding in and out of you mixed with his tongue on your clit only brought on that freeing feeling. Bob must’ve felt the way you clenched around him, the way your thighs shook, and masterfully continued his work. Drilling his fingers inside of you and bringing your clit to rest in between his puckered lips had you exploding into a dazzling glow of orgasm you’ve never felt before.

Bob stayed between your thighs, fingers slowing down as he coaxed you through your orgasm. Once he knew you were good, he gently pulled his fingers out and tapped your thigh in a way of telling you “good job”. Climbing back onto the bed, he smiled down at your fucked out figure. The way your eyes were glazed over, your naked chest rising and falling. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and he was so lucky he got to be the one to do it. You smiled back at him, before slowly getting up so you sat on your knees with him on the bed, hands stroking up and down his arms. “As good as that was, and trust me, it was really good, I want you to fuck me for real now.”

Bob didn’t need to be told again, he bolted towards his bedside table, almost ripping the drawer out as he searched inside the messy compartment. “Aha!” He said victoriously, holding up a condom. You smiled softly at the man, who despite being a literal sex god a minute ago, still had the capability to be the goofy dork you’ve had feelings for forever now.

“You ready?” he asked earnestly once he got the condom on, you’ve never been more ready for anything in your life. “Just hurry up and fuck me, Floyd.” you said breathlessly, and that was more than enough for him to pounce on you like his life depended on it. His lips met yours in a flurry once more that night, the taste of you not gone from his mouth as he all but attacked yours. The tip of his cock met your folds in a blissful roll of his hips, making you gasp. Needing him inside you desperately, you grabbed his cock gently and helped him slowly guide it inside you, breathing out a sigh of relief once he filled you to the fullest. On your back, you laid there, allowing yourself to get used to the feeling of him. Bob, ever the patient man, didn’t move an inch until you gave him the go ahead.

Once the coast was clear, he was like a beast, snapping his hips at an unstoppable force. It felt so good, like all your nerves were set ablaze in the best way. Your ankles wrapped around his waist, your hands scratching up and down his back. The way he was bent over you gave him perfect access to your tits, to which he took full advantage and brought one of your nipples to his mouth. The feeling had you clenching around him like a viper, his hot tongue dancing around the sensitive skin of your breast brought you close to the edge again. His thrusts were hard and wild, but calculated, hitting the perfect spot every single time. You were both moaning like animals, swears and praises and the scent of sex filling the air as you fucked each other into the night. “Fuck, Bobby, m’so close. Wanna come with you, wanna come with you so bad.” you whined out, and Bob can’t think of a time in his life where he’s heard or experienced anything sexier.

“I’m almost there, my girl, fuck, so close. Just hold on f’me like a good girl, can ya do that? Can you wait like the good girl I know you are?” His voice was so gruff, deep and full of ecstasy. “Yeah,” you managed out in a high pitched whimper, something that made Bob’s cock twitch from inside of you. With a few more deep strokes inside you, he was ready, and he knew you were too. “Let go, baby. Come with me, fuck! You better come with me, baby, know you can.”

And so you did. And it was glorious. Earth shattering, mind blowing, you name it. Your skin was hot and sweaty, and you shook like a goddamn earthquake as you came, Bob not far behind as he experienced his own orgasm. Moaning wildly, he collapsed beside you the second he pulled out. The two of you lay there, breathing heavily, minds reeling from the most amazing and intense and powerful sex both of you have ever had in your entire lives. Once the two of you caught your breaths and energy enough to move, Bob cleaned the two of you up before pulling you into his arms. You laid there, head on his chest, looking up at him in pure fascination and wonder.

Yeah, Bobby’s definitely got it goin’ on for sure.

And Hangman can fuckin’ suck it!

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I’ve got you now!

Stalker to Yandere!Eustass Kid x Female Reader.

‼️Contains: !!DARK CONTENT AHEAD!! I mean really- Non-con. Forced impregnation. Mind breaking (somewhat). Y’all there’s stabbing in this. ModernAU! Eustass is obsessed with Reader. Eustass just being straight up creepy. Eustass somewhat has a blood fetish. Law is also in here- and damn near dies bc of Eustass. Gets straight into the story. A lot of time-skipping. Multiple events happening. Kinda messy? But overall a wild story. Sit back and relax, this shit is long. The ending is…I’ll let you decide tbh. I couldn’t capture Eustass enough in here (in my opinion) so I’ll let you decide.

Just like Law and Eustass’ cocks-

Excuse the errors, I’m halfway sleep.

The first time he had saw you he fell head over heels. Heart pounding, sweaty palms, all of the signs for love at first sight.

The first time he had saw you, you needed help with your car, so you went to his shop to ask for his help. You heard that he was one of the best mechanics that could help in the city, so you went with an eager smile on your face.

You had showed up to speak to him about your car and as a mechanic he was happy to help you with the issue. Though after that, part of him really wished that your car would’ve broken down or have another issue so that you could come back to his shop. He was a great mechanic after all, so of course you didn’t come back once he had fixed your car up.

Eustass wished to see you again to remember your face and your body, your sweet personality and voice was the only thing he could remember fully about you. He curses himself for forgetting, forgetting such a beautiful angel that he may not see again in his life.

Surprise for both you and him when he spotted you out at the grocery store, looking for the sweetest and ripest fruit you could find. He happened to be browsing through the section of vegetables when he hear your pretty voice mumbling across from himself. His eyes widens and he quickly turns over and see your pretty face looking at strawberries.

He couldn’t control himself and rushed up to you, calling out to you and trying to gain your attention, which he did. You looked even prettier than the first time he’d seen you. Even with a normal cotton shirt and blue jeans, you were stunning in the outfit regardless. He doubted you looked bad in anything.

“Hey! I ain’t think I’d see a familiar face here!” With a smile on his face he greeted you and you gave him that sweet smile in return. “Eustass! Oh goodness, it’s so nice to see you again! I can’t thank you enough for fixing my car sweetie!” You smile, thanking him once again for fixing your car. Eustass heart begins to pound out of his chest so bad that it hurt. Fuck you were beautiful. He couldn’t help but to stare at you blankly in awe.

Though it didn’t matter to him, a beautiful woman like you deserves his attention. “Eustass? Everything okay?” You call out to him and give him a look of worry, making him snap back into his mind. “Yeah yeah, sorry ‘bout that. It’s no problem though, I’m happy I fixed your car for you! I’m sure it would’ve broke down if you didn’t bring it over sooner-“

Eustass freezes and immediately facepalms. “Fuck- why did I say that-“ He thought to himself. You giggle at his little reaction. “Yeah I’m sure it would’ve too! That’s why I’m so happy you fixed it for me. Like I said I really can’t thank you enough, you’re a wonderful mechanic~” You hum, looking back around for some fruit while speaking to him. Eustass blushes at the remark.

“So what’re you shoppin’ for here?” He asked you. You smiled, happy that he was showing some interest in your shopping. “Well, I’m looking around for some fruit for my homemade fruit pops tonight. I kinda ran out yesterday so had to come buy some more today.” You say, sharing one of your interests with him. Eustass raises his brow in interest. “That’s pretty fuckin’ cool, you make your own healthy snacks huh?” He asks you. You nodded before blushing out of embarrassment.

“Yeah…Have to find some way to be healthy you know? I like fruit so it’s not much of an issue for me to find something sweet without it being unhealthy.” You admit to him.

The sound of your phone ringing startles both you an Eustass and you quickly pull your phone out of your back pocket and answer it.

“Hello? Hey baby!-”

Eustass frowns at those words, realizing that you had a partner and that you aren’t a single woman. Who could it be? Who was the lucky man or woman to get with you? Whoever it was Eustass was already expressing a deep hatred for them. You quickly hang up the phone before giggling to Eustass, apologizing for the abrupt interruption of your conversation.

He’s quick to shrug it off to you, but deep down he was already set out for whoever this person was taking his sweet princess from him. After continuing conversation, Eustass offered his phone number to you in hopes to actually get somewhere with you. You happily took it and you waved before going your separate way down the grocery store.

He did follow you to see you a couple more times in the store before you had fully left, and he had also left at the same time. He knew what he was doing- He didn’t know how to control it. He wanted to see just who this lucky partner of yours was.

So he followed you home, but he made sure to make it seem rather…normal.

To make sure you wouldn’t suspect anything.

He went down a couple of roads and noticed that they began to look a bit familiar. Why was it the same paths that…no. No way. It couldn’t have been who he thought it was. It would have to be a fucking coincidence for it to be him.

He was in for a shitty surprise when he found out that your lover was in fact his ex-best friend, Trafalgar D. Water Law.

Just the thought of him made his blood boil, and the fact that he was dating you of all people pissed him off even more. Why did it have to be him of all people?

…

Over the course of a month, Eustass had started calling you after you had saved his number. You admittedly enjoyed his conversations and his talks with you, which grew both of your relationship rapidly. He did daily check-ups on you, asked questions about how your day was or just genuinely wanted to talk to you about how shitty his day was.

It was so enjoyable to have such a best friend like him, but Law seemed to think otherwise. Law knew how dangerous Eustass was, he found it surprising that he had gotten your number to begin with. After finding that out, Law had to warn you about the man you were talking to.

That sweet and knuckle-headed mechanic was an actual monster. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“Oi. Who’re you on the phone with?” Law asked, finding your giggles to be slightly disturbing but not too much for him to handle. “I’m talking to my friend Eustass sweetie, am I disturbing you?” You asked, turning over to Law. Law freezes up at your words and quickly sits up from his chair. You tilt your head and quirk a brow to him, going silent before Eustass calls out to you.

“________ hang up the phone.”

“Hm?- Why?-“

“Hang up the phone baby, I’m serious!”

You gave Eustass a quick apology before hanging up, the sound of Law raising his voice startling you. Law stands up from his seat and walks over to you, pulling out a chair from the dining table before sitting beside you. “I’m sorry? Did you say you were speaking to Eustass? As in Eustass Kid?” Law asks you, giving you a serious you. You nodded reluctantly, causing Law to sigh heavily before pressing a hand to his mouth out of slight worry.

“Listen to me…Eustass…is not who he seems to be.” Law explains, pressing his hands to your shoulders. “How would you know that baby?” You asked him, giving him a look of worry. “He was my best friend in college. He was…but not anymore. We’ve separated.” Law explains to you. He begins to tell you about Eustass and who he really was. All of the details and words Law used to describe him made a chill run down your spine.

The more you listened, the more you grew paranoid and shocked about the information.

And that’s when you began to grow distant to protect both you and Law.

A few weeks after, Eustass began to notice you distancing yourself from him. You declined his calls and left his messages on read which made him feel upset but not only upset, he knew that Law had told you the truth about him. Which is exactly what made this task more harder for him.

He wanted to get his hands on you but he just couldn’t. Not when Law was getting in his way.

So instead, that’s when he finally decided to start stalking you.

He stalked you when you left your house for work, went anywhere else or when you were just home in general. He would watch you through the window of your shared bedroom with a wide and aroused smile on his face.

He would even watch you and Law have sex at times.

Watching you crumble beneath Law was like absolute heaven for him. As much as he hated Law, the only thing he could admire him for was fucking you like a slut. Your moans would echo throughout his mind but what he really loved hearing were your whimpers.

Even if they weren’t from pain, he imagined that they were. The thought of hearing your screams and cries while Eustass cut open or beat you senseless had made something go off within’ himself.

This feeling was stronger than it had ever been with anyone before.

He wanted you.

He needed you.

And most of all…

He wanted to bleed and breed you to his heart’s content.

He wanted to see you in your own mess of blood or in his blood.

Either didn’t matter to him.

You could stab and slice him open and all he would do is moan out in pleasure.

This is what he wanted, and this is what he had to have.

…

Eustass had trailed down the sidewalk as his hands began shaking with anticipation. It was pitch-black outside and Eustass had just gotten off work and was now walking home. He was eager to finally get home so he could get some rest just to repeat the day, but there was just one thing he needed to take care of beforehand.

He took the same path, the path that he always made sure to go down after work. “I wonder if she’s home this time…Probably not. She wasn’t home yesterday when I walked to her house.” A thought to himself was cut short as he saw light shining through the curtains of your home. Excitement filled his heart as he began to speed walk down the sidewalk and into your yard.

He peeks in through that same window that showed your bedroom. You were that cute little nightgown, watching a horror movie on Netflix while eating some popcorn on the bed. He made sure to get a good view of you, watching your every movement. He felt himself growing hotter with each passing moment, and with his body growing hotter he began to grow hard from watching you.

He begins to breathe heavily and he slowly begins to palm his erection through his jeans.

“Eustass-Ya.”

Eustass jolts and pulls away from your window, the sound of Law calling his name nearly giving him a heart attack. What the hell was Law doing here? Why was he even standing here before him by your window. “Trafalgar-” He says sternly, his brows furrowing with annoyance at how Law had just nearly caught him masturbating to you. Law had his arms crossed and he stared at Eustass deep in his ruby eyes before pressing his back against wall of your home.

“What’re you even doing out here?” Eustass asked, quirking a brow to him. Law looks up at him with a frown. “I should be asking you that, what’re you doing in my yard?” Law asked, a bit of anger leaking from his voice. Eustass chuckled before walking closer to Law, a wide smile across his face. “Why does it matter to you? I’m just here.” Eustass says, looking down at Law. “Why’re you stalking my woman?” Law asks, clenching his fists as he started up into Eustass’ eyes.

Eustass smiles, a bit surprised that Law had just now noticed Eustass’ stalking. “Because I can. She’s real easy on the eyes.” He says, a nonchalant tone leaking through his words. Law huffs. “How about you get your ass out of my yard and leave my girl alone?” Law demands, pointing back to the street where Eustass walked.

“What’re you gonna do if I don’t?” Eustass asks in a playful tone. “I’ll fucking kill you. That’s what I’ll fucking do.” Law threatens, clenching his teeth tight out of anger. Eustass laughs at Law’s empty threat before slamming his hands on either side of him. Law doesn’t flinch as Eustass moves his face in closer to Law’s.

“I’d like to see you try, you’re nothin’ but small fry to me.” Eustass snickered to Law, pressing a finger to his forehead. Law shoves his hand away from his head, his glare growing darker with each word that spilled from Eustass’ mouth “Your girl isn’t going to be yours soon after all-”

“Don’t you fucking dare. I swear to god if you lay a hand on her-”

“Oh I’ll lay more than just a hand on her Trafalgar.”

“Get the fuck out of my yard.”

Eustass snickers once again before pulling away from Law, giving one last glance to the window before turning back to Law. “Just watch Trafalgar, my words are fucking sincere.” Eustass spits, walking backwards before turning around and walking out of the yard.

Law stood there for a moment as he watched Eustass walk until he was out of his distance. The weakness kicks into Law’s legs and he slowly slides down the wall, his breathe heavy as he sat there with panic in his eyes. Law sighs heavily to himself, the worry and anxiety finally kicking at his gut. He had to do something and he had to make sure that he prevent Eustass from putting his hands on you.

Eustass has you both in for a mean surprise.

Even though you both weren’t expecting it, you should’ve.

…

Eustass slowly walks into your yard once again, a sly smirk across his face as he noticed that the lights were off inside of your bedroom. What a wonderful time for you to be sleeping.

He slowly creeps beside the staircase to your front porch and hides, waiting patiently for Law the come home.

It had been around fifteen minutes when Law had finally arrive home. He had pulled up slowly in the driveway and got out of his car, a yawn leaving him as he was ready to just take a shower and go to bed. Law slowly walked up the stairs of the porch and steps up to the door, groaning as he digs around for his keys.

After pulling out his keys, he slowly unlocks the door, opening it before sighing and walking into the house. He was rather tired for the night and his eyes were slightly fluttering from the sleepiness brewing in his body. Eustass slowly and quietly sneaks in through the door and behind Law, and Law freezes as he hears footsteps behind him.

“Surprise~”

Law quickly turns around and his eyes widens as he felt a sharp pain deep with his stomach. His body freezes for a moment and he gasps out as he felt Eustass shove the knife deeper into his stomach.

That’s when Law had realized…that he had just been stabbed by Eustass.

Eustass quickly covers Law’s mouth and he screams into his palm, thrashing around he struggled to push Eustass’ large body off of him.

Eustass twists the knife in his stomach which causes Law’s eyes to widen more and to scream out louder through Eustass’ palm.

Blood begins to coat Eustass’ palm and Eustass smiles widely in excitement, a heavy and aroused gasp leaving him as he felt the warm blood trail down his arm and through the long sleeve of his shirt. Law grips Eustass’ shirt tightly out of pain and Eustass lets go of the knife, leaving it inside of Law’s stomach. He lets go of Law and Law falls down to the ground, breathing heavily as tears begin to brew within his eyes.

He rolls over as he lets out heavy and pained gasps, his eyes slowly glancing over to Eustass while Eustass stared down at Law with pure arousal and insanity in his eyes. “That face of yours is making my dick hard Law. Didn’t think you of all people would get me aroused.” Eustass snickered, standing over Law. Law turns over to the direction of your shared bedroom and desperately yells out to you.

“________-YA!- AH!“

A kick to his stomach causes Law to yell out even more, his cries growing more intense as he grips his stomach out of pain. Eustass smiles before walking away from Law, looking around for you while Law continues to scream out to Eustass.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DO IT! DON’T TOUCH HER EUSTASS!” Law yells out, his body trembling against the carpet as he struggles to move. Eustass just smiles as he continues to walk around the house, looking for your bedroom.

Law bangs his fist onto the ground, a few tears spilling from his eyes as he begins to wail out. “________-YA!” He curses himself he fucking curses himself. If only he was a little more fucking cautious.

…

You shoot up from your bed as you hear Law’s screams and your body begins to shudder as you hear how shaky his voice was. Sirens began to go off in your head and you quickly began to panic, shooting up out of your bed and rushing over to your bedroom door.

Law was hurt.

Law was hurt!

Fuck! Law was fucking hurt!

But what could you do? You didn’t know where the intruder was and you didn’t even know where Law was. How can you help Law if you’re sitting here panicking.

You take a few deep breathes before listening out, pressing your ear close to the door. You couldn’t hear the intruder’s footsteps, which made you conclude that he was already deep in the house an walking along the carpet. “Oiiii~ ________!~ Where are youuuu?~”

Your eyes widens and your body freeze as you heard the voice of Eustass. That alone made the panic spread throughout your entire body. You could feel your headache growing from fear as you sat there trembling while Eustass search for you. You didn’t dare to open the door as you hear Eustass opening doors throughout the house, each door growing closer and closer to your bedroom.

Your eyes quickly trace across the room, trying to think of a route out of the room. Then your eyes finally land on the window. You quickly get up without thinking, reaching over the bed and close to the window and lift it up. Thankfully there was no screen, so it was in easy escape.

The sound of your bedroom door opened causes you to freeze, your body growing cold as you realized that your time was now up to escape. You couldn’t move and you stayed there on the bed frozen.

A large pair of hands grabs your hips and pulls you away from the window, his tone cold and dark as he moves in and whispers into your ear.

“I found you baby.”

You slowly turn around and see Eustass, smiling wide while he pulls your body back away from the window and onto the bed. You begin to whimper out and hot tears immediately began to run down your face as you realized your life was over. With Law in the front room nearly dead, there wasn’t any other thing you could do but fight back.

But how…How can you fight back when you already know it’s over. With the fear of your life coming to an end, you couldn’t do anything. And that’s what hurt the most.

“Aw, don’t cry, I haven’t even done anything yet.” He chuckles, his hand immediately tearing your panties off of you. You gasped and sniveled as you shuddered beneath Eustass, the fear just making you tremble and cry beneath him. He snickers as he looks at your tear-soaked face, the arousal growing more rapidly deep inside of him as his body begins to shake.

“Fuck, your face. Keep making that fucking face. I want you to make that face while I fuck you so hard.” Eustass demands, his hand gripping both of your wrists. “N-NO! NO PLEASE!-“ You yell out, flailing around as you struggled beneath him. Eustass wastes no time pulling his cock, your eyes widening as the landed on Eustass’ thick length. You quickly scoot back from the sight of it but Eustass pulls you closer, pressing his hot length against your cunt.

“Your boyfriend’s cock isn’t nearly as big as mine is it?”

“T-That- That can’t fit inside of me!” You whine out, continuously scooting as your fear began to sink deeper within your body. “Don’t worry, I promise I’ll go in nice and slow for you since you can’t fit all of it inside of your pussy so quickly.” Eustass says to you softly, a maniacal grin plastered across his face.

He spreads your legs open and drools out onto your pussy, the warmth of his saliva making your shudder against him. You whimpered out as you felt him slide his thick mushroom tip against your entrance, your heart pounding out of your chest out of fear. You felt your headache growing worse from the fear, but you really couldn’t do anything.

As bad as it was, the only thing viable to do was to beg Eustass not to do this to you. “Please…Please Eustass…” You whimper out, your body shuddering as you turned away from him. Eustass could only sit there and smile as he watched you cry, seeing you snivel beneath him…he couldn’t help but to feel so aroused from it. He spreads your thighs open a bit more and you close your eyes tightly.

“Aww, you don’t wanna watch?” Eustass teased.

You didn’t want to watch.

You didn’t want to see.

You just wanted him to be quick with it.

He slowly stuffs his cock inside of you, a pained whimper leaving your lips while a sigh of ecstasy leaves Eustass. He grips your hips tight as he begins to thrust into you, heavy gasps leaving him as your pussy was nice and snug around his length. You sigh out and grip the sheets beneath your body, his cock going deep inside of you and hitting all the right places.

You begin to curse to yourself as you began to the feel pleasure, biting your lip tight to prevent any noise from leaving past your lips. Eustass could see that you were starting to enjoy it, giving you a toothy grin while he climbs up farther into the bed. “Look at you. You’re enjoying it aren’t you? You like how good my dick reaches all of those spots deep in your pussy?”

Your face contorts from his words of truth and you whimper out as your toes begins to curl. Eustass begins to increase the speed of his thrusts and you gasp out, arching your back as he thrusted into your g-spot. “Don’t be shy, you can make some noise, can’t you?” A hard shove against your cervix makes you cry out in pleasure and slight pain, and tears began to spill down your face once again.

This wasn’t right, Law’s in the other room on the floor bleeding to death. You didn’t want him to hear how good Eustass was making you feel alongside the fact that Eustass is raping you. Your mind didn’t want this, but your body craved it. You cursed your body for enjoying such and indecent act. Eustass was raping you…so how could you enjoy it?

It wasn’t his fault his cock was so big.

“N-No~ I-I won’t~ I-I don’t want this!” You moan out, your legs wrapping around his hips tightly. “Yes you do! You don’t have to act like you don’t just because your boyfriend’s in there dyin’ on the ground~” Eustass laughs, his thrusts growing more harsher while your pussy took him in with neediness. You whine and breathe out heavily as he pounds into your cunt, pressing smooches against your soft skin while you whimper out in pleasure and inner mental pain.

“Ah! A-Ah!~ E-Eustass! P-Please!~” You cry out, struggling to fight back as your moans spill out of you. Eustass chuckles as he stares into your eyes, noticing the pleasure seeping within while he fucked you with love. “Hm? Please what? You want me to fuck you harder!? Hm?”

“N-No! NO- MMGH!~“ A hard shove into your cunt makes you moan out loudly and throw your head back, your eyes rolling up while your pussy begins to tighten around his length. “Yeah! That’s it! Scream my fucking name! You love my cock don’t you ________!?” Eustass asked you, his hands cupping your tear-soaked face. “N-No!~ F-Fuck! Nooo~” You weep, beginning to hyperventilate as your mind begins to break.

You had to fight back but you’re struggling to keep yourself composed with Eustass fucking you. With his large cock, your mind couldn’t help but to melt from the pleasure. It felt so good…It felt so fucking good inside of your pussy. Rubbing against your gummy walls and close to pushing deep past your cervix.

How could you keep composure with this monster inside of you?

Eustass begins to rut into you a bit faster as he begins to feel himself growing closer to climax, you wrap your legs tight around his hips and your arms wrap tight around his body. Your grip his shirt tightly, close to tearing the fabric as you held on to him for dear life. “Fuck~ F-Fuckkk~” You gasp out angelically as you begin to slowly shut your eyes. “Yeah that’s it, break on my cock. Break on my fucking cock baby.” Eustass urged you, his hands sliding up to your sides and causing you to mewl out.

You internally apologized to Law.

“N-No~” You whimper out, the tears spilling out once again as you felt disgusted of yourself for enjoying this. Eustass wipes your tears away with his thumb and presses a kiss to your lips, a giggle leaving him as he relishes in your cute and broken little face. “Cmon sweetheart, I feel your pussy tightening around my dick…Just say you like it already~” He whispers to you, his hand cupping your chin.

Your whimpers began to grow louder as you felt your orgasm growing close, your legs twitching while you felt your pussy pulsating around Eustass’ length. You grip Eustass’ forearm and moan out, a few curses spilling out of your lips. “Eustass! F-Fuck Eustass!~” You moan out, pulling him closer to you. “Yeah, fuck yeah! Keep moaning my name!~” Eustass groans out, biting his lip as he pulls you farther onto his cock.

You gasp and moan out and you begin to wiggle beneath him as you grew so close to your orgasm. “I-I’m coming! F-Fuck no I’m coming!~” You gasp out, you eyes widening as you breathe heavily. “Come on then! Fucking cum! Cum on my dick baby!~ Scream as loud as you can so Law can hear it!” Eustass yells, giving you a wide grin as he fucks hard into your g-spot.

“Fuckfuckfuck! FUCK I’M CUMMING N-NO!~” You scream out and arch your back as you finally gush out on Eustass’ cock, your juices spilling out whilst you whine and cry out in unwanted pleasure. Eustass huffs heavily and grips your thighs, fucking you as hard as he can to finally reach his orgasm. “Ohhh fuck you looked so fucking hot!~ Fuck you looked so hot squirting on me like that!” Eustass groans with pleasure, his voice growing louder as he grew close to his orgasm.

You struggle beneath Eustass and whine out as you tried to pull away. “No! NO- NOT INSIDE EUSTASS!-“ You yell out to him, pushing your hands against his chest as you desperately trying to push him off. Eustass moves your arms out of the way and pins you against the mattress, huffing and groaning like a dog in heat while you felt his cock twitching. “Shit! Oh I’m cumming inside~ I’m cumming inside of this pretty pussy babe~” Eustass sighs out, his eyes brewing with ecstasy as his thrusts grew harder.

“NO- PLEASE NO E-EUSTASS NO~” You begged, huffing heavily as you turn your head away from him. Eustass grips your chin, forcing you to look at him as he finally reaches his peak. “Look at me- Fucking look at me while I pump my fucking seed deep inside of you~” Eustass says, his tone suddenly dark as he stares into your eyes. You cried out and wiggle your legs, denying him and not wanting him to shoot his seed inside.

“Mmh- Fuck- Fuck yes! FUCK-“

“N-NO!”

You scream and cry out as he cums inside of you, his cock shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside of your pussy and filling you up to the brim. You whine and cry out, gripping the sheet below you in anger as you felt his seed spilling out of you. You wept in despair and defeat, your heart pumping heavily while you felt his warmth filling your womb.

“Ooh~ You like how it felt?~ You love that warm cum deep inside of you?~” Eustass asked, teasing you and laughing in your face at your despair. You grit your teeth at him but your face softens up in sadness, and tears continue to pour out as you cry out. Eustass chuckles and finally pulls out of you, his cum spilling out of your cunt and onto the carpet below.

You turn over and curl up into a ball, still weeping as you realize that you’re carrying his seed deep inside. Eustass smiles before pulling up his jeans, giving you a wide smile before pressing a smooch to your head. “I’ll come back for you…and I’ll make sure that nothing…will get in my way.” Eustass whispers to you as he slowly begins to climb out of the window.

He finally leaves…and he leaves to there in your own puddle of defeat. You cried…cried as if you had just lost something in your life…which you did…your dignity…your self respect…your self confidence and maybe more.

“________-Ya…”

You shoot up as you hear Law call out to you, the sound of his pained groans finally echoing into the room and your eyes land on Law standing in the doorway. You stared down in horror as you noticed Law’s blood soaked bandages wrapped around his stomach. “T-Traffy…” You whimper out his name as you continue to cry once again, a heavy gasp leaving you as you reached out to him.

Law hugs you tightly and sighs heavily, hearing him sniveling as he felt ashamed for what had happened to you. “I’m…I’m so sorry…” He says, his voice broken as he grips your gown tight. Your eyes widens and your face scrunched up again as the tears spilled uncontrollably from your eyes. “No no baby it’s not your fault…it’s not..” You whine out, peppering kisses all over his face to comfort him.

Both you and him were broken. Hurting immensely in different ways.

“I…If only…I stayed away from him…If only I hadn’t taken his number…” You snivel, looking back on the idiotic decisions you made. Law presses a smooch to your temple and sighs out, feeling how your body trembled against his.

“It’s okay…It’s not your fault.” He whispers to you, his hand playing with your pretty strands before he lies down onto the mattress. He pulls you down and closer to him, pressing a kiss to your lips before sighing out weakly. You continued to cry but Law wipes your tears away and shushes you, pressing your head up against his chest.

“Shh…It’s okay. We’re both…going to be okay…________-Ya…” He whisper to you softly, a yawn leaving him. “Traffy…” You whimper out, holding his body tight yet gentle as you lay your head against him. “Relax ________-Ya. We’ll get him…just not now.” Law says sleepily to you.

You pout to him before sighing and relaxing your body against him.

With the window open, you both lie there defeated and injured. Accepting your defeats you rested in each others arms, happy to at least still have each other in the process.

“It’s going to be okay…We’re both going to be…okay.”

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Some really messy sketches on a small little AU with Carmilla as a Fallen Angel Warrior.

Different from the Exorcists who slaughter Sinners, and more dedicated to the actual protection of Heaven against the darker forces. The designs haven't been thought out much, but I like drawing the horns, so I thought it'd be a cool warrior hairdo, like how Exorcists wore demonic masks (I was really bored in class okay-)

Her daughters, Odette and Clara are there too. They looked pretty different even as twins, which were a bit of an oddity at the time. They were often made to dress alike, and act alike. Most viewed them as a package deal rather than taking time to understand their individuality.

Its why they're dressed so freely in hell, relishing in how different they can be whilst still having a great bond.

Her daughters are ultimately what causes her to fall. Drawing the half horn half hair down style looked a lot cooler in my head, but it was fun regardless.

Some secret regarding her daughters get found out, Heaven making her choose to either cast her daughters down or join them. Carmilla didn't hesitate.

More info on the AU/fic in the cut belowww:

I dunno if im ever gonna expand on it, but I loved the idea of making it Zestmilla. Maybe Carmilla met the old Overlord in one of her trips in hell, maybe fighting in a battle there? Or helping establish order? Anyway, she was alone when she met Zestial, and the two were quiet the enemies when they met. They fought, though didn't aim to kill, resulting in a close fight with Carmilla as victor. She wasn't an Exorcist warrior, and saw no need to immediately end this Overlord. She wasn't sent there to do mindless murder, and would like to avoid useless battles if she could. Besides, he was polite enough, and though she didn't trust him, he didn't grate on her nerves either. Zestial was quite taken with her, suspicious and quite murderous towards an angel, but liked her well enough for her wit and level headedness. Her grace and skill in battle was also admirable.

They bump into each other many more times, over the course of Carmilla's visits to hell, and with each meeting, they turn a bit more cordial, even striking an unlikely friendship, that blossoms into much more. It takes them about a hundred or so years(bc i LOVE relationships that REAAAALLLY take the time to develop and build on that trust and love) before they become romantically involved. They seem like the couple who would take it slow, being cautious and not rushing anything less it would harm the other.

And though Carmilla's trips to hell were halted, their love was not for naught as she gave birth to Clara and Odette. Her one regret was not being able to give Zestial the great news, he would've been an amazing father.

She manages to hide their identities for a good while. The two had rather angelic features, wings and all, and humanoid forms unlike their father's. The only thing that pointed to their demonic heritage were their eyes, whose sclera was the same shade of red as her iris. It was easily hidden with simple spells though. The two girls bore quite the resemblance towards her, even with some oddities, and were left fairly alone, being able to remain undetected for decades.

(I just left this post to sketch this out real quick lol, just to get the coloring in mind, not set on the design but I dont mind it.)

The peace couldn't last. After a while with Odette and Clara still being considered young as angels, their secret gets out. Maybe the spells wore off, or by a slip of the tongue, but for some reason or another it gets found out that they're half demons. They were attacked, and the daughters were stripped of their wings and sentenced to be cast down to Hell, left at the mercy of the next Extermination. Carmilla was given a chance to redeem herself and stand back, and let her "mistakes" be washed clean.

Carmilla fought back, her wingless daughters clutching to her own feathers for protection. She scooped them up, flying away to hell, less they get any more damaged. Try as she might, however, they didn't manage to escape unscathed. She plummeted into Hell; feeling the curses and painful burn of magic at her back, nipping at her form.

It was as if Heaven and Hell itself tore her apart with her descent, both pulling with reckless abandon, shaping her into what they wanted.

She couldn't even afford to lose consciousness; she had her daughters to protect after all. Both girls were weak and bleeding, their backs aching from where their wings used to be. Carmilla glanced at her own feathers, and felt her heart break. It looked just as painful as it felt. Her once sleek and razor sharp looking feathers were nearly singed beyond repair. She retracted them, less she attract more enemies with them in display.

She struggled to get up, carrying her daughters with her despite the weakness in her legs. She didn't even have her spear with her, weaponless except for the ballet slippers she'd forged herself with angelic steel. Her hair was down and unruly, all three of them covered in burns and cuts and bruises and bleeding wounds. The attack came out of nowhere. Her daughters weren't even given a chance to defend themselves.

Weaponless. It can't happen again.

She manages to drag her daughters with her, only one place she could think of approaching. Its been decades since she's been to Hell, she hopes the territories didn't change too much. She was hesitant in going to Zestial for help. After all, its been years, and she'd left without being able to say goodbye. He'd be justified in hating her, and she wouldn't hold it against him. At the least, they could hide somewhere in his territory. His lands were one of the best choices, the demons residing under his rule were fairly disciplined. In a place as dangerous as Hell, an environment that was fairly familiar to her gave some bit of comfort. Even if he didn't accept them, even if he was unaware of their existence, Carmilla was satisfied with simply a place to rest.

She needed not worry though. As soon as Zestial heard the slightest news about strangers in his territory, he rushed to meet them himself. He noticed the large crash just some hours before night fell, and couldn't help the spark of hope. He was greeted by the sight of a few dead bodies, 1 or 2 who thought they could get lucky taking advantage of a weakened opponent. He arrived just in time to see a third fall, bloodied heels clicking on the ground below. The figure stood tall, though was clearly tired and heaving deep breaths. He barely noticed the two smaller figures in the distance, his gaze focused solely upon the lone woman, whose silver hair was still so beautiful even with all the dirt and blood matting it. He stepped closer, the sound of it causing the woman to turn and-

It didn't matter how dark it was. It didn't matter how her sclera was now the same shade of red as her iris were, as if it were inverted. He'd recognize her anywhere.

Without caring that he'd get stabbed himself, he rushed to pull her in a tight embrace, feeling her freeze beneath his arms. He buried his face in her hair, nuzzling it even with the blood and dirt, afraid as though she'd disappear if he ever let go.

He felt her large hands wrap around him and for the first time since his existence in Hell, he felt as if he could cry. This was real. This wasn't a figment of his imagination, nor a result of insanity. She was here. After all these years she came back to him. He couldn't be happier.

He immediately takes her and the two girls back to his residence, letting them clean up and helping patch their wounds. When he found out the two were his daughters, he felt as if- yea no, he was crying, this wasn't just a feeling, he couldn't stop the tears from streaming down as he hugged the two as firmly as he could without aggravating their wounds. He felt so angry for them, enraged that heaven could deal out such punishments for something the girls couldn't control.

He took them all in, preparing rooms for everyone. He prepared one for Carmilla too, not wanting to push his luck. It has been years after all, and he didn't want to force himself onto her should she decide she didn't reciprocate anymore. In the end, they all slept in the same room. Carmilla wanted to be with Zestial, feeling safer with someone else in the room to stand guard, and her daughters crawled back to her, far too afraid to sleep in such a new place alone after everything that happened.

So they all snuggled in the same large bed, Zestial keeping a respectful distance from the young girls as to not frighten them, all the while letting his webbed cloak wrap around Carmilla in comfort.

Carmilla fell asleep last, her thoughts running wild. It was all so much, but right now, here with her daughters in her arms and under Zestial's embrace, she felt at peace for the first time in a long while.

Glancing at the mirror across the room, she hummed at the changes in her eyes. The only thing she could think of was how was that she finally matched her daughters. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, she'd think, drifting off into sleep.

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