#i was literally like 'yeah that seems normal' and then when it turned out to be imaginary i just sat there like đ¤Ą
the fact that this show is so ridiculous that i almost believed that the dance sequence diego saw in his hallucination was real
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loses my mind that theyâve known each other for over a year at that point (even if first four months was just bumping into each other at her work or around the city a bunch) but like um [redacted] was fascinated by her right away⌠which quickly turned into a weird obsession of wanting to figure her out⌠and he still hasnât admitted mayhaps he had caught feelings a bit too quickly⌠hence the not date definitely dates⌠whereas diana like definitely started trusting him (in certain aspects) and kinda i guess maybe considered him something of a friend (which she didnât know she needed) and recently she came to the realisation that somewhere along the line she caught feelingsâŚ.
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The Love (Alastor x Reader)
Pairing: Alastor x Reader
Description: Alastor is drunk and Charlie asks him if he has ever been in love.
Warnings: I don't think there are any but correct me if I'm wrong.
Word Count: 1,323
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A/N Y'all, I'm lowkey dying from the requests. I'm sorry for the last five or so taking so long, I just need a little break and mix in some of my own ideas if that is okay.
Alastor was drinking at the bar with Husk, Charlie, and Angel. The day had been a lot, seeing Mimzy was always a lot. Yes she was trouble, but Alastor loved her. He loved her for the same reason he was trying to drink himself stupid at the bar. He loved her because she reminded him of Y/n. Mimzy had been her friend first, after all.
He sat off to the side in his own little world while Angel and Charlie chatted and Husk obediently poured the drinks. Normally, Husk would have joined the pair in the mindless, mundane chatter but after the events of the day, Alastor's presence kept him silent.
"No way!" Charlie exclaimed.
She and Angel were talking about some TV show they both watched or another. A mind numbingly boring background noise but, Alastor wasn't complaining.
"Yes! They are one hundred percent perfect for each other." Angel replied animatedly.
"Literally how. Name one thing that shows they have good chemistry."
"Uh, theyâre constantly at each other's throats? If that's not love, I don't know what is."
"Angel?"
"Yeah?"
"You don't know what love is."
Husk let out a short, sharp laugh as he topped off Angel's drink.
"Oh yeah? Well then, Princess, what do you think love is."
Charlie sighed, leaning her elbow on the counter as a dreamy look spread across her face.
"Love is... love is when you would do anything for the person. It's when they're your guiding star, your... your prayers answered."
"Uh, no? Love is when you want to literally kill the person but like, in a good way."
"Angel, what does that even mean." Charlie laughed.
"It means... it means there is passion. That spark everyone always talks about? It's violence."
"Hey Al!" Charlie suddenly called, leaning back in her seat to peer at Alastor behind Angel's back, "Who's right, me or Angel?"
Alastor looked up from his glass.
"I hate to say it, but neither of you are correct." he sighed in irritation at having been disturbed, "Love is neither a constant fight nor a blind devotion, though it contains aspects of both."
"Like you know anything about love, mister fancy talk creepy voice." Angel scoffed, turning to face Alastor as well now.
"Actually, I do."
Charlie's face lit up. She practically vibrated with anticipation.
"Alastor! You've been in love!?"
Normally, on a night like this, he'd be alone. He'd be careful to be alone, or at least have Husk as his only company. When he told Husk to shut up and pour, he listened. Other people, not so much.
"Yes."
Charlie had stars in her eyes. She inched closer to him.
"Are you gonna spill?" Angel asked after a moment.
"It was a long time ago."
Alastor took a long sip from his glass.
"Do you... do you not remember it?" Charlie asked, her excited smile slipping slightly at the notion
Maybe it was the drink. Maybe it was the long day, Lucifer, Mimzy, Husk. Those shark demons. Maybe it was just that secretly all along, he had wanted someone to talk to. He watched the liquor in his glass as he swirled it gently.
"It was a long time ago, but I still remember it." his smile softened as he spoke, "It's strange. I remember her laughter, her little quixotic tendencies. I remember the way her eyes would light up when she smiled and the way her perfume smelled. I know her favorite author, the way she took her coffee, the way she folded her clothes but, I can't seem to ever see her face anymore. I..."
He trailed off, taking a breath.
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Charlie quickly said, not wanting to make Alastor uncomfortable.
Alastor shook his head.
"I've spent years not talking about her. Maybe... maybe something else would be nice."
"So, how'd you guys meet?" Charlie immediately asked.
Alastor looked up at her and let out a light chuckle. He felt like he was human again for a moment. It was odd.
"I don't know if you know this about me, but I was a radio broadcaster back when I was alive. A rather famous one at that, in New Orleans at any rate. Her family ran a restaurant near the studio that I went to get lunch at from time to time. She worked there as a server."
"And she loved you?" Angel asked, "Like, you weren't just delusional?"
"I was quite the lady's man back in my day."
"Uh-huh." Angel doubtfully replied, "Sure."
"Oh hush, Angel." Charlie shoved the spider demon slightly, "Tell us more! What was she like? Did you ever get together or were you just friends? Gah! I wanna know everything!"
"She was..." Alastor's gaze fell back to his glass, "you remind me of her in a way. She was so idealistic, so driven. So... bubbly. She worked hard and she cared deeply. I don't know how I swung her, despite my charms. We were friends for about a year. The whole time, I was trying to work up the courage to ask her out but she ended up being the one to ask me. We got married when we were in our mid twenties. I only had a few years with her as my wife before I died."
Unbidden ideas darkened the edges of his mind. Y/n had always been so good, so sweet. Alastor had no idea if she had ever learned of his... escapades. He figured she must know, considering the manner in which he died but it was a horrifying thought. He was grateful when Charlie spoke again, pulling his mind back to the present.
"Thats so cute!" Charlie exclaimed, clapping her hands as she looked between Alastor and Angel, searching for similar excitement.
"Can we meet this alleged doll of yours?" Angel asked, "Cause I am really not believing any of this bullshit your spouting."
Charlie gasped, suddenly struck by inspiration.
"Do you think she would want to be redeemed?"
"Oh dear," Alastor shook his head, meeting Charlie's eyes, "she's not here."
"Then wh-"
"She's in heaven?" Angel exclaimed, "You married someone who ended up in heaven?"
"Either that or she's over a hundred years old and still on earth." Alastor weakly joked.
"I'm sorry."
Alastor shrugged, downing the rest of his drink.
"No!" Charlie insisted, "You'll... you'll never get to see her again! That's so sad!"
"And here I thought you were trying to get us redeemed." Angel scoffed.
Charlie turned to him.
"I'm trying to get you redeemed cause you're a guest. Alastor isn't a guest."
"Right you are, my dear."
"But you could do that." Charlie said turning back to Alastor, "Angel's right, if you were a guest you could be redeemed. You could see her again!"
Alastor smiled kindly at the excited demon. He patted her back.
"I'm afraid I don't think that's an option."
"But why not!" Charlie insisted, "Anyone can be redeemed, Alastor."
"That's not the issue, my dear." he sighed, "I did some things on earth that she would most certainly view as... unfavorable shall we say? Things she most certainly learned of after my death."
"You're not even gonna give it a shot?" Angel asked.
"Yeah, come on Alastor. Let us help you. You never know how it could turn out!"
"It's alright. I have the time we spent together, the memories. I don't want to taint that." he slowly, unconsciously, raised a hand to his chest, his palm over his heart, "The love is still there, thats what matters."
The quartet fell silent as Husk poured Alastor another drink. Alastor sighed, grabbing the glass and examining it carefully, but not taking a sip.
"What was her name?" Charlie asked, her voice small and her smile long gone.
"Y/n."
It had been years since he'd said it out loud. His tongue relished every syllable.
"Her name was Y/n."
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Etho doodles in which I let my inner dinosaur nerd take over đ and also have no idea how to shade
Get it cause he's old and washed up haha... ok but actual raptor Etho hybrid justification below cut
To be honest the main reason was because I really wanted a hybrid in the mix who wasn't some furry creature and a reptile or amphibian or smth instead. Etho still ended up feathered but whatever it's close enough! But for ACTUAL reasoning:
He does feel damn ancient, like an old deity of the mcyt space that no one can dislike. Dinosaurs are the same!! They're old but still thought of with great fascination and fondness, everyone loves dinosaurs...
Dinosaurs are ever so mysterious, as many advancements as we make there's still so much we don't know. Just as we know jackshit about mister Kakashi skin man. Also, there are so many incomplete skeletons out there. I didn't have a particular species in mind for Etho, because where's the mystery in that? He can be one of those 5% skeleton 95% speculation dinosaurs like this guy!! Missing jaw and all
"I'm a runner, not a protector" - so, a raptor, or more specifically the Dromaeosauridae family, which literally has "running/runner" in its name
But! I'm always a fan of stuff going against its nature, especially in this case! Etho states he's not a runner yet protects his allies rather fiercely even in total silence. Eg refusing to kill Cleo in SL or to give away Tango's location during the LimL manhunt, same for Grian in SL. He was a bit flaky in 3L I think? And he only started to have genuine care for allies in LL with Bdubs? Though he is still very much a runner in many cases like during the LL Wither fight.
Research also strongly suggests that most if not all raptors were solitary hunters, and the way I see Etho (through my shamefully limited watchtime of his POVs...) he feels a lot like someone who ultimately only trusts himself at the start even if he's pleasant and allying with others, and doesn't seem to think he can carry his weight in groups though he doesn't voice this a lot. That's just how Etho is, very composed, but it feels like there's an insecurity there, showcased especially in SL but again I haven't seen almost any of his POVs in full so maybe I'm talking out of my ass!! Sorry ethogirls I'm only a sidegig ethogirl myself... But yeah tldr to me he gives off the vibe of an otherwise solitary animal struggling to find 100% sure footing in a pack. In whichever ways he does go against his nature, its not usually made a show of
At the mention of a raptor, a lot of people will probably think of the glamourized Jurassic Park Velociraptors. But those awesome guys from the movies are actually the size of chickens. In general though, dinosaurs tend to be a bit.. exaggerated in media, despite how inherently fascinating they already are. And I think it fits Etho because we all know how the Lifers seem to fear and mancrush on him when he's just some dork with perfect capability to become pathetic at a moment's notice. Still, he's a clearly skilled player and still respected without question
Etho's not some killer machine like some people make dinosaurs out to be. He's just a fellow creature fulfilling his role in the ecosystem đ
dinosaurs are cool
The hook-like sickle claws on the feet... something something fishing rod
I swear I'm not turning all my Lifers into hybrids I'm not!! Still plenty normal humans in the mix I swear....... But Etho is such a radical dude, I really wanted to do something more for him. The whole Kitsune thing that I often see associated with him is really cool. I don't actually know the reasoning for it but I assume something something naruto, but also, him being this ancient mythical cryptid who people know so little about, you know? It makes SO much sense. So anyway I turned him into a dinosaur instead rawr
As a herbivore advocate I also considered stuff like the triceratops (known for how they protect themselves and their own) but nah the raptor symbolism...
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STOP IT RAFE, YOU'RE BEING MEAN! â RAFE CAMERON
pairing; bestfriend!rafe cameron x fem!reader
summary; rafe has a strict rule that if you ever leave anywhere, you tell him. and when you break that rule, he goes ballistic (bsf!rafe cameron x reader)
warnings ; angst! verbal fighting, angry!rafe, kinda mean rafe, theyre both annoyingly oblivious.. warning this did not turn out how i planned it to be but im also not mad at it, idkkkk
to say you were bored was an understatement.
it was a regular rowdy saturday night in the outerbanks, this nights party being at a random kooks house on the figure eight whose name you couldn't quite remember
you were nursing a forgotten red solo cup of punch in your hand, crowd-watching to pass the time.
it wasn't normal that rafe actually succeeded in convincing you to come to these things. because as much as you liked chatting with spoiled self-absorbed kooks over disgustingly sweet punch, you'd rather stay cuddled up in your fluffy pyjamas and watch sappy romcoms on rafe's couch.
but nevertheless, here you were. dreading every decision you had ever made up to that point as you watched rafe from across the room. a blonde kook girl climbing over him and straddling his hips, sitting on his lap as he smirked.
you knew you really had no right being mad at him because you werenât dating.
but from the start of your more than 10 year friendship, rafe made it clear that you were and always will be his.
so why didnât that rule go both ways?
with all the thoughts bouncing around in your head, you failed to hear a certain blonde pouges voice echo around you.
you snapped out of your state, consciousness returning to your mind as a hand was waved repeatedly in your face.
âhey! you there princess?â a smile adorned the boys face, a ratty snapback placed backwards on his blonde hair.
âyeah, jj. right hereâ you joked, smiling brightly back at him as you brought your cup up to your lips.
âthought we lost you there for a bit princess? whatâd you doing standing here all alone?â jj asked, surprised to see your constant kook king shadow nowhere to be seen.
âjust people watching, the usual. whereâs kie?â you quickly changed the subject, wanting anything to get your mind off of rafe.
âaround here somewhere i hope. gonnaâ try to round everyone up to we can get outta here. early morning for us cut goers tomorrow, fish to catch and things to stealâ you giggled at his joke, earning an even wider grin on his face.
you always liked jj. you thought he was funny, and he was the most loyal person to his friends that you knew. and despite his manic tendencies, you trusted him.
âhave a nice night j. drive safe!â you said, watching him wink at you before he disappeared into the crowd.
with jj gone, you were left to your own thoughts agian, which was never a good thing.
you glanced over again at rafe sitting comfortably on the couch on the deck. the light from inside illuminating his face as he leaned over to the table, picking up a small bag of white powder and handing it to a random touran.
you bit your lip as you noticed the same blonde from before clinging to his side, rafe seeming unbothered but making no move to push her off.
god, you couldnât even imagine how rafe would react if he saw you speaking to jj earlier. so why is it that he can literally let a girl dry hump him in the middle of a party and you shouldnât care?
you didnât know why you cared though, because rafe is you best friend, nothing more.
right?
you didnât have time to think about that right now though, you just needed to get the fuck out of this party right now or you were gonna explode.
an idea clicked in your brain and jj dragged a drunk john b towards the entrance of the house, kiara and pope following quickly behind.
you decided that this was now or never, placing your red solo cup onto a random table as you walked towards them.
âhey jj!â you called out, his head immediately snapping towards you. âyou think you could give me a ride home?â
it was nearly 30 minutes later that rafe noticed you were no longer in your spot in corner of the house. business was coming to a halt as he sold his last few grams of cocaine, a heavy wad of cash safely resting in his back pocket.
his eyes scanned the crowd for your face, but you were no where to be seen.
and rafe was starting to freak the fuck out.
he knew you wouldnât go upstairs to any bedrooms, or go out for an impulse swim in the pool. and he knew most of all that you wouldnât just leave without telling him, and the notification box in his voice remained empty from your contact.
he ran his hand roughly through his hair, pulling aggressively at the roots and cussing to himself frustrated.
his eyes widened as he saw your friend in the crowd, interrupting what ever useless conversation she was having, because until he knew you were safe, nothing was more important.
he asked rudely where you were, watching as her face morphed into shock that rafe was talking to her. because well, if itâs not plotting on the pouges or selling drugs, rafe doesnât interact with anyone but you or his friends.
âi-i im not sure. i saw her leave like a bit less than half an hour ago. i thought she told you, she always doesâ
rafe clenched his jaw, hundreds and thousands of thoughts running through his head. âwas she alone?â
ân-no. she was with that jj guy and his friendsâ your friend murmured, nervous she was ratting you out to the scariest guy in the whole of kildare.
it was safe to say that rafe was fucking pissed.
it took him less than a few seconds to put his keys into the ignition of his jeep and drive illegally fast to your house. you liked to piss him off often when you were in a mood, but never with your safety.
rafe never fucked with your safety, ever.
he murmured venomous cusses to himself and he walked towards your house, the pebbles from your mothers perfect drive way crunching under his feet as he speed to your door.
he made a beeline to the entrance of your home, the white arches welcoming and the doorway dimly lit by the porch lights.
he planted his feet straight on the 'welcome home' door mat, lifting his balled fist up to the door and sending booming knocks to the wood panel.
his knuckles were white as he clenched his fists so hard together there was sure to be crimson-red crescent indents from his fingernails. he was fuming.
the click of the lock releasing from the door snapped him out of his thoughts, the door handle turning and the lobby of the inside of your house quickly coming into view.
he locked eyes with your figure immediately, a pink fluffy towel in your hand as you dried your hair. you were only wearing a pair of long socks and rafes shirt which reached more than halfway down your thighs, your face bare of makeup.
you jumped as you saw the look on his face, an anger prevalent in his stare that you had never seen directed at you. fuck. you were in some deep shit.
you parted your lips to speak, but nothing seemed to come out. for the first time in your life, you were scared of rafe. not that he was going to harm you physically, no, never that.
but you knew how much he cared about you and your safety. you just wished he cared that much about your feelings. you wanted him to see that.
"rafe" you said, your voice coming out as a whisper as you watch the lines on his forehead crease together as thousands of thoughts ran through his head.
"what the fuck were you thinking?" he spat as he pushed you as softly as he could into the house so he could close the door, worried the cold of the night was going to make you shiver.
you didn't have time to answer before he started again, running a hand roughly through his hair as he huffed. "you just left? you fucking left a party at night without even texting me, and you let that fucking pouge drive you home!"
you rolled your eyes at the last statement, this was all about jj? "so that's all you care about? me going home with a boy i've known since third grade who just so happens to live on the cut? you don't give a shit about me, you just care about this stupid kook pouge rivalry!"
"don't say what you know isn't true ma. you know i care about you more than i care about myself." he stated, nearly all the anger in him draining out as he saw your eyes begin to fill with tears. he couldn't handle seeing you cry.
"how do i know you care about me rafe? because you don't seem to show it." you sighed pushing yourself as far away from him as you could, your back pushing up against the wall.
"don't fucking say to me y/n. i've loved you from the moment i met you." you finally stopped looking at the floor, lifting your chin so you made eye contact with him.
"stop it rafe, you're being mean" you whispered, mostly to yourself more than rafe. you couldn't listen to him say how much he loved and cared about you for one more second. not when you still had the picture of him being essentially dry-humped in the middle of a party by a girl you didn't even know.
"ma i love you. you know that. you're my world, my favourite girl. why are you fighting this?" rafe said, trying to hold you wrist in his hand before you quickly pulled it away.
"bec-because you can't just say all this then turn around and have make outs with other girls right in front of me. it-its not fair." you spoke, the tears finally making their way down your cheeks in steady streams.
rafe physically flinched at your statement, his palms getting sweaty and his heart rate increasing into rapid beats. was he actually going to admit his love for you right now, like this?
"what are you saying y/n?" he asked, his voice cracking as his face fell. his mind racing with how many outcomes could come out of this conversation.
"that i love you, you idiot!"
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Hi! I hope you're doing great!
So I saw the headcannons of reader as Catnap and Dogday and I fell in love with the way you write! So I was wondering if you could do a headcannon about the reader being bendy from bendy and the ink machine?
Like the reader can draw and bring ink creatures to help around the hotel, maybe draw some decorations for the hotel? Sometimes going full on ink demon form to protect it or just pick up their friends on their back to make them feel taller
And the reader was actually an animator at joey drew studios and died, I think that would be pretty cool!
P.s I would love if the reader was wearing the same suit bendy wore in bendy and the dark revival
HAZBIN HOTEL X BENDY!READER
Prompt: a cute âlittleâ demon becomes a resident who helps with the designs around the hotel!
Starting off. You definitely appeared as baby bendy đ with ya cute ass red bow or white bow. What ever you want the bow color as you showed up to the door trying to seem professional as Charlie gushes at your cuteness and lets you in.
The picture of baby bendy in the car, yeah you have that as you literally fuckin' zoom in the hallways drinking apple juice like a bad ass kidâŚ.bendy!Reader and chibi!Reader both doing races to make sinners poorđ lil evil assesâŚ.
I imagine Angel dust and Alastor ganging up on you as a team to insult you by your height until you grow up to ink demon from with a roar.
âHOLY SHIT-â âOh my.â They both said as you they were blew off by the power of your roar. So you felt happy seeing them shocked to see that part of you as Charlie didnât see it and had commented how adorable you are with your suit.
Shit you are a devil in an angelâs suitâźď¸
You still wore the suit you had in when you met AudreyâŚman you miss her. But you are getting taken care of by Charlie and her friends here. Plus her father.
You help design the banners around the place! And even your small ink minions help as well.
I can imagine bendy! Reader being like âfuck it.â Because they canât reach for the cereal and turn into normal height looking bendy and just starts to act as if itâs normal. While in the background, the crew has pure confusion on their face. Like, âwhat the fuck? You can be taller?â
âYeah! Pretty neat right?â â..Im out of hereâŚâ husk says walking away as niffty goes up to you excited to talk to you about your height.
You ran over alastorâs foot onceâŚ.you never speeded over 120 mph in your whole life seeing Alastor chase after you.
I imagine you going to normal height as you are just chilling with your small or long tail swinging and husk gets curious as he picks it up with his paw. âSoâŚthis ya tail right here?â You nodded reading the new paper. âSo youâre a sinner demon?â âI ainât nothin'â you said with a smirk as you disappeared in ink.
No one knows what exactly what you are. You donât have the basic looks to look like a sinner or a hell born. So itâs kinda confusing to other.
Youâre obviously a human who died to the ink as you use to animate bendyâŚso youâre bendy?? Does that make since because whatever you died by is your demon formâŚ.hopefully that made sense..
You once went full ink demon mode because a sinner tried to attack at you and husk while just running errands for the hotel. You transformed getting taller with the ink covering your face as you growl and slashes at them with a giant gloved hand covered in ink. And after that husk respected you more.
âBendy/reader, can you help me make a cute star design?â Vaggie asked as Charlie was trying to make a star gazing banner. You nodded with your cartoony smile and pulls out a marker and started to draw on the air. The star in the air becomes to life as vaggieâs eyes widen.
âUhmâŚoh wow. Thanks?â Vaggie says as she walks away with question marks visible while you just smile.
Yâknow those dubbed comics where bendy has an accent? I feel like thatâs cannon because you and Angel would be babbling about which part of city you guys were from.
I can see sir Pentious and you doing crafts as you made him an ink cartoon flower as he made you a bracelet bead with your name on it.
Lucifer will definitely play violin as you tap dance. Just a wholesome ass moment fr đđŚ
You one time had fat nuggets in your doom buggy as you guys had shades just chilling around the hotel like bad assesâ¨
You miss your original family when you were alive and working. But everytime you open your eyes, you are greeted by the sweet comfort of your new family in the hazbin hotel.
You one time made an ink sculpture of your family and you tried to hold your smile but it faltered as you cry at how you missed your family as the ink sculpture melted due to your emotions.
Alastor appeared in your room seeing you sad little state as he comforted you. He had taken a liking to you ever since you joined the crew.
I can see you being childish because of your shortness so you use it to your advantage. YOU AND ALASTOR MAKE YOUR INK DEMONS FIGHT LIKE POKĂMON đđ
lol imagine bendy!reader making a whole like of fake ass tarrot cards to fuck with people as you have that smirk on your face.
âYouâre gonna get run over tootsâŚwatch your back..â âwhat. The. Fuck-â
They got ran over by a mysterious person and a carâŚ.who knew who it wasâŚit was you, you little bastard.
When the hotel has a talent and show day or night, you remembered how you animated bendy to do ballet and tap dancing. So with your information, thatâs what you did. Yeah some sinners laughed..but some aplaude as they found it cute and so did your friends
You making ink blob bracelets for your friends as you can make them solid is a goal for real.
Headcannon on how you would try to make ink sculptures, but failing as you huff in anger and smash it with a full ink demon hand as the rest of your body is fine.
Headcannon of you just accidentally leaving ink footprints as you took off your shoes once đ niffty doesnât complain as she likes to clean tho
I can see Lucifer picking your small body up happy for you to be so small as he has started in his eyes. And you are like annoyed at how the cast picks you up like a baby.
LMAO THAT WALMART MEME STOPPPđđ LUCIFER PUTS YOU UP TO THE DAMN WALMART CAMERA HAVING ALASTOR ALSO PICK LUCI UP đđ
I imagine you and Alastor having either a âbad ass son x calm fatherâ troupe or a ânon-biological siblingâ troupe as you two get quite along
Your little ass doom buggy is such a weapon when needing to take a troubled guest in the hotelâŚ.YOU RAN THEM OVER?! đ¨ ALL PEOPLE SEE IS A SMALL ASS INK DEMON HAVING A GUEST SCREAMING AS THEY GET RUNNED OVER TO THE DOOR-ďżź
So when the angels came for the battle, you were sure damn ready as you suffocated them in ink and control them into killing their own.
After seeing your full demon form, you definitely had been seen in a different light. They donât see you as the cute baby bendy they seen you before.
Nah nah. They see you as a grown ass person as you are not in the baby bendy phase but more like the fanart type shit looks. With your charm, you definitely bring in some customers. ďżź
HOPED YOU GUYS LIKED THIS AS THIS IS ALL I COULD COME UP WITH đŚđ MWAH
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blame the âhitting on your mom as a punishmentâ tiktok i just saw that literally blew my brain up. established because theyâre disgustingly in love and because i say so
Eddie would normally consider himself pretty immune to the roar of arguing teenagers. Chaos surrounds their little Party. Theyâre not a quiet bunch when all together. Itâs all shoving and yelling, giggling and roughhousing. Carpet-burned battle scars from the floor of Steveâs living room.
Lord knows Eddie himself wasnât an inside-voice kind of person. He was certainly wont to standing on coffee tables and screeching demands for the remote when it was unjustly stolen away by villainous hands.
Eddie loved these people to death, and they were a lot of fucking fun to hang out with, itâs just this...this was an unreal level of noise. A normal sleepover night turned a little too rowdy, the adolescents celebrating the start of Summer with a bang.
Steve had already asked them to keep it down four times this evening. Nothing seemed to calm them. Not requests. Not threats of being sent home. Usually their Dungeon Master threatening their charactersâ souls did the trick, but no go.Â
Getting teenagers to listen? A feat more impossible than defeating creatures from an alternate universe.Â
Dustin and Erica were in a bitching match about the best D&D class. Lucas and Mike had been fighting over movie choices for the last half hour. Eddieâs money was on the VHS player breaking before that, the constant mishandling and shoving of tapes had the poor thing practically smoking.
Will, ever the diplomat, was trying to be an impartial party when asked his movie opinions. Which, of course, caused more yelling.Â
Max and El had been the only ones being semi-quiet, but that quickly ended when they followed through on their surprise attack pillow fight, pummeling the boys senseless and causing the already unbearable volume to kick into overdrive. Eddie could practically feel Steveâs migraine building, even from where the dude had retreated to the kitchen. Dinner had been pizza. Quick. Easy. Clean. Or, it would have been if it hadnât had been for the food fight. Steve was still in there scrubbing cheese out of his parentsâ tiled backsplash. Dishes clattered in the distance when the cacophony hit its crescendo.Â
It was the proverbial straw.Â
âAlright, thatâs it! Hey. Come on, guys. Knock it off,â
Nothing.Â
âHEY!â
He maybe overdid it that time, but the absolute ear-splitting boom of a yell he let out stopped the ruckus dead.Â
Silence rang for a beat.
Huh. Maybe Eddie should try out incorporating that into his music. He honestly hadnât known he could get to that range.Â
The teenagers in the room stared at him, not cowed in the slightest, but curious enough to know what the hell Eddieâs problem was. Max was the first one to quirk an eyebrow at him.Â
âGeez, need attention much?âÂ
Eddie folded his arms to show he meant business. âSteve has asked you guys to tone it down. Youâre waking the fucking dead. Why donât you guys, like, actually go be good human beings and help him clean up your mess you all made in the kitchen, huh?âÂ
Lucas snorted. âYeah, okay, mom. Why donât you go help him, you guys will probably just make out in there, anyway.âÂ
It was a teasing comment. Meant to jokingly rib before getting back to doing whatever the hell they wanted to do.
But, see. That just gave him an idea.Â
Never let it be said Eddie couldnât be creative with his punishments. He was a DM after all.Â
âAlllllllright. New plan. Listen up or suffer, ankle biters,âÂ
He really didnât appreciate the snickers that brought about when he was trying to be intimidating. Rude.Â
âYou going to send us to our room or something? Iâm real scared,â Ericaâs scathing, dry wit was unparalleled, truly.Â
âNope. Better. Itâs a new rule: You little shitheads give me attitude and donât listen, I hit on your babysitter.â
It was silent for a minute, brains audibly computing that statement and coming up ERROR. Will hesitantly spoke up.Â
âUh, Eddie, I really donât think thatâs--â
âYeah, what the fuck?â Mike interrupted. âWhy would you beating up Steve hurt us? I mean, like, I guess it would emotionally, but thatâs fucked up, man.âÂ
Eddie rolled his eyes, still smirking wickedly as his plan solidified.Â
âOh, I donât mean that kind of hitting, young Wheeler. Though, it may yet get physical--Hey, Steve?â He called out. The sink in the kitchen shut off after a second.
âYeah?âÂ
âCan you come here?âÂ
The kids shuffled around on the floor warily as the other man walked into the living room. The energy had obviously shifted, it was probably an odd vibe to walk in to, but Eddie cut Steve off before he could ask any questions.
âYou tired?â
âUh, no. Iâm fine--â
âItâs just you just keep on runninâ through my mind constantly. I figured youâd be exhausted, sweetheart,â Eddie purred, the words cloyingly sweet and full of exaggerated charm.Â
There was a countdown, three, two, one...
A collective groan let out. A few uncomfortable laughs.Â
âDude, what the hell?âÂ
âYou guys agreed not to be gross in front of us!â
âOh, my god, can I actually get sick from how cheesy that was?âÂ
Eddie had to work at keeping in character when his very first line had pulled the intended reaction. He was already reaching forward to curl an arm around Steve, pulling him in in a slow, sultry attempt at being smooth.Â
âWhat? Canât I be sweet on my guy? You all will understand when youâre in love one day. Right, sugar?âÂ
Fake gags and retching sounds, too dramatic to be real protests, but still indignant and annoyed. Eddie was pretty sure Dustin slapped a hand over his eyes.
âUh...yes?â Steve, who had previously looked like a car accident had happened directly in front of him, was catching on to the play. He eyed the disgruntled floor-children with a growing grin and let Eddie snuggle up to him.
God, his baby was so clever. He always knew what Eddie was thinking.Â
Too busy having a non-verbal conversation with Steve on how to best annoy the kids, Eddie didnât see Mike turning his attention back to the tv. He did, however, hear him telling the others to âJust ignore them, theyâll get all gushy and leave us alone.âÂ
Oh, Michael, Michael. Wrong move.Â
âHow you doing, babygirl?â Steve flushed, deep and red and--huh. Okay. Revisiting that one in the future. âYou good? You need anything? Your head hurting, sweet thing? I can kiss it better,âÂ
Eddie ducked forward to kiss Steveâs cheek. It was chaste, a sweet little thing...that Eddie made infinitely worse by the smacking, obnoxious kissy sounds he emulated there. The chorus of groans and protests started up again. He didnât even pull his face away to call over to them.Â
âIâm sorry, is that attitude? Am I hearing more attitude?â
âDude, Eddie, noooo!âÂ
âJesus, itâs like watching your parents make out, oh my god.âÂ
âYou guys, letâs just go already,âÂ
âYeah, Iâll take washing dishes over this,âÂ
The grossed out teenagers whooshed past them. Grumbling and glaring--except Eleven, who smiled up at them sweetly--leaving Steve and Eddie standing in the living room, still wrapped up together.Â
It was too tempting then, with the kids safely out of range, for Eddie to resist the temptation to drop his kisses a little lower down Steveâs neck. To let them get a little less chaste. Just a little.
What can he say? Heâs a weak man.Â
âThat was evil,â Steve hummed. His shoulders dropped, though, relaxing into Eddieâs hold, the closest thing theyâve had to quiet all night settling in.Â
âHey, I accomplished two things. Got them to chill out and I get the perk of feeling you up in the middle of sleepover night. Itâs a win-win.âÂ
A crash and a muffled argument broke out in the kitchen before Steve could respond to that.Â
The audible scuffling was cut off by Eddie calling out âYour ass looks great in these jeans tonight, Harrington!âÂ
The fierce whispers and shushing were enough to get both of the older boys cackling loudly.Â
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This is the second part of my delulu script when Alastor loves the reader, because last part was very well received and I'm obsessed with Alastor (and his ears lmao)!!
It's just very saccharine fluff, I just can't NGHSHSHDKS
"So you and him are like.. dating?" Angel Dust raised one eyebrow at you as you sat next to him at the bar.
"Exactly" you nodded "I'm really surprised that you're all so shocked about this." you chuckled, taking a sip of the wine Husk handed you. You have been at the hotel for a few days now and you had managed to get to know the hotel members, they even seemed to like you. Unfortunately you didn't have much chance to spend time with Alastor himself as he was very busy, after all he didn't expect you to show up in Hell.
"Uhh how to say it, he is quite unique.." said Angel.
"Not true!" You replied "You just don't know him as well and as long as I do. You don't even know how adorab-"
"He is ruthless, I'm surprised he formed such a relationship with anyone." Husk muttered, interrupting you and suddenly Alastor appeared behind you, placing his hand on your shoulder. You flinched, surprised by the sudden touch, but when you realized it was him, you smiled softly and you turned your head towards him.
"Hii!"
"Hello, darling" Alastor greeted you "How's your day? Is anyone bothering you?" he looked balefully at Husk.
"No, no! We are just talking" you assured "Why don't you sit with us? I need to finish this wine." you picked up a glass from the counter. Alastor took the empty seat next to you.
"Would you like something to drink?" Husk asked without any emotion in his voice.
"No, thank you!" Alastor replied "The last time I drank, several people died! HaHa!" you looked at him, raising your eyebrows slightly, giving him an amused look, you loved the way he laughed at his own jokes.
"I don't get it." said Angel, looking at you, referring to your earlier conversation "But maybe this whole creepy thing just turns you on, I won't judge." he added. Alastor's smile twitched awkwardly.
"Uhm, yeah of course." you replied, with a bit of embarrassement in your voice, still amused by the whole situation and you took a big sip of wine to finish drinking it. "Alastor, are you going somewhere else today?" you asked, looking at him.
"No! I managed to arrange everything." he assured, wrapping one arm around your waist gently.
"Finally!" you said happily, leaning over him, you sincerely dreamed of a moment of relaxation and the opportunity to cuddle with your loved one. He hugged you, making a soft "Mmm" noise. Husk sighed quietly and disappeared somewhere behind the bar. "Alastorrr" you said enthusiastically and you turned in your chair to sit across from him.
"What do you need, dear?" He asked, raising his eyebrows curiously. You looked at his fluffy ears, they intrigued you from the first time you saw him, but you didn't have a chance to tease him a bit. Without answering his question, you reached out and placed hand on the top of his head, between his ears. At first he was very confused and didn't know what was happening, but when you started petting him, he slightly narrowed his eyes. "Y/N, what are you trying to achieve?" He definitely wasn't expecting what you were about to do, he wasn't used to someone not being afraid to just touch him just like that.
"I have to check something." you replied, smiling softly, you touched the arena behind his ear, where animals are usually sensitive, and as you predicted, his ear twitched. Your smile widened proudly and you started caressing him there. He put his ear down and he himself seemed surprised by this reaction.
"Well, that's something new, for sure." he muttered and you were just melting because of how adorable he was. Now you started scratching him behind his ears with both hands, his ears lowered in a submissive manner, literally as if he were just a little fawn. As soon as you stopped his ears returned to their normal position and he looked at you as if he wanted more but at the same time as if he was embarrassed.
"See?" You turned to Angel Dust, who was sitting next to you with a raised eyebrow "Cutie!" you added. For some reason, Angel thought it would be a good idea to try and touch Alastor's ears too and reached out his hand towards him.
"Don't. You. Dare. To. Touch. Me." Small antlers appeared on Alastor's head for a few seconds, but when he finished speaking they disappeared. Angel Dust didn't even answer anything, he just stood up and announced that he was leaving.
"You liked it, don't you?" You asked your partner, when you were alone.
"Well, it was str-" you touched his ear again, stroking it gently "-aNGe" he finished the statement and his ears twitched again. You could see from him that it felt good.
"I'm sorry, it's so entertaining." you laughed, while Alastor eyed you suspiciously, if you weren't his lover you probably would have ended badly. But his ears were really fluffy and nice to touch, you could pet him all day long. "Hey, Alastor do you have a tail like a deer?-"
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jjk hcs: satoru gojo meeting soulmate!reader
characters: satoru gojo x reader, mentions of megumi, yuji, nobara, and principal yaga
warnings: language, mentions of a giant spider
AN: AS PROMISED!!! the soulmate gojo fic!! iâm a sucker for non-sorcerer!reader x gojo. so if u want a version with a sorcerer reader lmk!!!
edit: sorcerer!reader version is published!! read it HERE
- soulmate au where the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed in their handwriting somewhere on your body!!!
SATORU GOJO
youâre working at a small, family-run cafe
which just so happens to be quite close to jujitsu high school
itâs quite often that students and staff from the school are stopping at the cafe for a quick snack, coffee, and sometimes lunch
and due to an unfortunate run in with a low grade curse during a rush, you are very aware of the jujutsu world
principal yaga himself exorcised the curse when he was on his lunch break at the cafe
usually youâre working in the kitchen, baking, whilst someone else takes orders
until a coworker of yours calls in sick at the last minute⌠so ur on ur own rip
taking orders, cooking, serving, all of the above on your own
the 3 first year jujutsu high students, megumi, yuji, and nobara come into the cafe after a mission
they place their orders and megumi tells you that their sensei would be joining them shortly, with yuji letting you know that their sensei would also be picking up the bill
as if it would even put a dent in gojoâs wallet
anyways after taking their orders you walk into the kitchen to begin making their food and drinks
as you get to work, gojo walks into the cafe, joining his students at their table
youâre rushing around the kitchen, flour stuck to the font of your shirt, hair sticking out in different directions
trying to get the food cooked and out to them in a timely manner
and the world is just not on your side today because guess what shows up in your kitchenâŚ
a cursed spirit
but not any cursed spirit
a cursed spirit in the form of a spider
a GIANT spider with what seems like a million eyes, the 8 legs, kinda furry looking
oh and did i mention it was giant? by giant I mean it stood at abt 6ft tall
two words: hell. nah.
when you turn away from the stove and find it standing behind you
you, like any normal person, let out an eardrum shattering screech of terror and back away from it as fast as possible
backing yourself into the corner of the room, with no room to escapeâŚ
the 3 first years and their sensei hear your scream and spring into action, running into the kitchen to defend you
thatâs a lie
the 3 first years run to defend you
their sensei takes his time, sauntering towards the kitchen with his hands in his pockets
bastard
the kitchen door slams open as the 3 first years spring through the door, with yuji pouncing on the curse
the pink haired boy delivers a heavy punch, knocking the spider curse away from you
you take the chance to run
yeah girl itâs better to give them their space fr, yuji has a habit of punching through walls with his bare hands
you run through the door, looking behind you towards the scene, and you run head first into what feels like a brick wall
before you fall onto your ass, you feel two large hands latch onto your shoulders to steady you
âwoah! donât go falling for me already.. we just met.â
you look up at the voice, finding a man with stark white hair, a blindfold, and a cocky smirk
adrenaline coursing through your body you donât even process the manâs words and you find yourself babbling almost unintelligibly to the man
âkill it! please kill it! i canât stand spiders!â
the mans grip on your shoulders tighten slightly before he releases you, pushing you behind him, chuckling quietly with a âanything for you, sweetheartâ
and with the flick of his wrist the spider curse literally explodes
staring at the tall man in both shock and awe, you donât realize until you smell smoke
âTHE FOOD IS BURNING SHIT!â and your running back into the kitchen to see if anything is salvageable
itâs not lol but honestly the food is the last thing on anyoneâs mind
as you throw the ruined food away, the same hands from earlier sit themselves on your shoulders again, turning you around
âso⌠if iâm gonna actually get you to fall for me, iâm gonna need your number.â and thereâs a phone thrust in your face
and at his words you remember his earlier statement to you, âwoah! donât go falling for me already.. we just met.â
you look up at him in shock, putting a hand on your forearm, over your soulmate mark with those exact words covering your skin
and he just smirks and pulls the sleeve of his uniform up to show you his own forearm
and printed in your own handwriting is your terror filled words from earlier, âkill it! please kill it! i canât stand spiders!â
as the blush crawls up your neck and into your cheeks he laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders and saying, âso.. does this mean I get free sweets from now on?â
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â˘Alastor x Cupid FemReader
Tasked with making a demon believe in true love or you canât return to heaven, things immediately go off the rails when you hurt yourself and Alastor catches one of your most troubling arrows; Mania
Ëâ ¡ Âť-âĄâ Week 1 and Week 2
Ëâ ¡ Âť-âĄâWeek 3 and Week 4 smutđŚ (keep reading)
Alastor lets you leave the hotel! Together! For soup. Later, your plans to make Alastor lose his obsession backfire. But like, in a hot way so youâre not that mad about it. A+ for effort?
Ëâ ¡ Âť-âĄâWeek 5, Week 6, Week 7, and Epilogue smutđŚ
ăwarnings/promises: smut, I once again misuse a fucking prayer in a sacrilegious way, soup, spoon feeding, Angel texts, so much cum, bondage, tentacles, just good ole fashion fucking in the radio station, not quite dubcon but Alastor doesnât really listen, hell has twitter and lets be real itâs just normal twitter, giant Alastor, Horse Luciă
Minors DNI âĽď¸ đ§šlovingly
You finally managed to leave the hotel. It was of course with Alastor at your side, microphone pressing into the small of your back like a third arm. It was as if he worried youâd just turn around and run.
He opened every door, pulled out your chair, and when your left hand shook and dropped your food he took on the task of feeding you. It was embarrassing, to say the very least. The sinners in the restaurant staring, a brave few filming or typing furiously on their phones.
You got a buzz on your own cell, a gift from Angel when he realized Alastor wouldnât let you speak with others alone.Â
He texted a link to a post on some hell site, to a photo of you right then, at that exact moment, being spoon fed by the radio demon. You considered smashing your head into the table until you blacked out. If you got up and left would you make it back to the hotel before someone realized you werenât a sinner? You were absolutely terrified of someone noticing you as heaven sent.
Heaven kicked? Heaven thrown. Yeah that one felt right.
âYou need to eat. You canât heal like this.â Alastor sounded concerned, but you fought the urge to care.Â
He hadnât apologized to Husk, but Husk did say Alastor seemed to avoid eye contact which was basically a gift to him. Alastor had come to your room to dress you the next day as he always did, neither of you mentioning the day before. The hall was magically pristine by the time you left.
A tiny sliver of you thought he felt embarrassed. But decades of experience told you that Mania didnât afford embarrassment, the stricken couldnât be truly manic if something like that was holding them back.
Maybe it had been such a shallow cut he hadnât gotten the full punch of Mania?
Another attempt to feed yourself, slowly bringing your spoon to your mouth, âYou know when I heal I am going to finish my task and leave, right?âÂ
An odd laugh, a non-existent tear wiped away, âAdorable. No. I promise you, that wonât happen.â
âAlastor.â You put the spoon down with a clink.
âI love when you say my name. May I offer you more reasons to hold it in your mouth?â
âAl-,â you groaned, âI canât stay forever.â
He hummed, a show of pretending to think about what you said, âWrong! You can. And I argue, you will.â
You tried again with the spoon, regretting soup. Your appetite had been shot for awhile and it seemed easy enough. Wrong. Again. There was a constant tremble to your hands since arriving. Perhaps experiencing pain for the first time was rattling your body so much that it couldnât cope. âWhy would I ever do that? This is literal hell.â
Alastor leaned over, taking the spoon from you with ease and bringing it to your mouth, âBecause Iâll make you understand itâs where you belong. They didnât appreciate you,â his grin widened, âNot like I do. Like I can, if youâd let me.â
Annoyed and flustered, you took the help to eat. âThank you.â A spoonful, âHow can you say that though? Iâm the one and only Cupid.â
âActually, no. Youâre not. You are just the current incarnation. Theyâll replace you.âÂ
You regretted telling him that. They could. Just replace you, that is. There was nothing stopping them. You stared into your soup, lips curling down.
âDonât look so defeated. Iâll make you happy, for eternity.âÂ
Your eyes rolled. âWhen do you plan on starting that eternal happiness?â
You didnât look at him when you said it, but you could see his hand slow, then become completely still. Had you wounded him?
He pivoted, âDoesnât Cupid have wings?â
Another spoonful, âOf course.â
Alastor waited while you took a drink, determined to make you eat the entire bowl, âWhere are they?â
A pause. Where were they? You hadnât realized you couldnât feel them. They werenât everpresent, but their weight still sat between your shoulder blades at all times. Always. Normally. But now?Â
âYou donât know? Thatâs troubling.â Alastor read your face with ease.
You shot him a look. Stop doing that. Stop replying to unspoken thoughts.
âApologies.â
Another text before you could snap at him.
You slid the phone away from Alastor, face red. âDo you think, honestly, if youâre capable of it, that Iâll ever be able to go home?â
His hand came to your neck, running over your collarbone, âFor the record, Iâve never once lied to you.â You rolled your eyes, fine, okay, âWith your heavenly body, even as weakened as you have been here, Iâd say just a few more weeks.â
You turned the phone face down.
âGoodâŚthatâs good. If you plan on winning me over, your countdown has started.â You pushed the soup away, appetite gone. The idea of never returning to heaven made you nauseous. He slid it back to you, face stern despite the smile he wore.
The walk home was quiet, your stomach full of unwanted soup.
No, not home. The hotel.Â
He usually spoke a lot, clearly loving the sound of his own voice. His hand replaced the staff, settled on your back as he guided you. You could feel the warmth through your clothes. How could he be so hot and not be sweating? Another sinner thing?
The thought hadnât left you by the time you came into view of the hotel gates. Maybe you had been replaced. How would you know? Maybe that was why your wings were gone. Surely there was some way to communicate from hell.
You found Lucifer as soon as you returned, unbothered by Alastorâs presence, âI need to speak to heaven.âÂ
Alastor was saying something but you had gotten quite good at tuning him out. Lucifer snapped back, the men quickly devolving into arguing again.
âLucifer.â You said it with your chest.Â
His apple topped cane whirled, a golden circle appearing with a crystal clear image of heavenâs glowing gates through its center.
A loud noise erupted behind you, a high pitched static wail, familiar tentacles flailed and a long shadow of a growing Alastor stretched across the wall. His back was bent into the lobby ceiling, perhaps three stories tall now.
The sounds of magic popping as Lucifer shapeshifted accented the sounds of horror with that of whimsy. You approached the portal, those black tendrils slithering around your ankles but you easily slipped out of them as their owner's energy was pulled to full demon Lucifer slamming into him.
Almost, you could see it.Â
A monstrously large hand came down, shaking the hotel and knocking various objects off their perches in the lobby. Charlie and Vaggie, someone else youâd come to enjoy the company of, flew down the stairs.
The common area was filled with the sounds of yelling and breaking glass. You crawled over his hand as Alastorâs fingers curled around your body gingerly. He tried to pull you from the gateway but while he slowed, Lucifer now a flying horse kicking him in the face, your outstretched hand strained to enter the portal.
Your fingers grazed the doorway, the air around the lobby fizzing and warping as a desperate screech tore from Alastorâs wide and impossibly thin chest. The grip tightened around you. A static whine threatened to pop your eardrums.
As your fingertips pressed past the ring, they stopped. Something impenetrable and unseen between you and heaven.Â
Alastor must have noticed it too, his grip loosening as you clamored on hand and knees to the portal. Your palm ran over the doorway, searching for a hole or seam to rip. Just under your skin was your home, bright and clean and painless. A tiny ânoâ fell from your lips, smacking at the barrier with your open hand.
Alastor returned to his normal, still terrifying, height. Lucifer came forward, their fight losing motivation, his small hand on your shoulder as you sat on the hotel lobby floor. He closed the portal and apologized, âSorry kid. Letâs try again when you finish that task, okay?â
Alastorâs arms went under your back and knees and lifted you off the ground. You didnât resist or argue. Your eyes were unfocused, vision blurry with tears, as you were carried past the others. Vaggie looked ashamed, which was odd given she had more character than half the archangels could muster together between them.
There existed permissions for who could enter the heavenly realm, a list meticulously kept. Theyâd removed you from that roster. Theyâd locked the doors behind you.
You felt good. The final week of your first, and hopefully last, month in hell was marked with taking off your sling for the first time.
A good three day wallow in a metaphorical cave helped you emerge with renewed vigor. Of course they locked the gates behind you, otherwise youâd just go home. That made sense. That made sense.
That had to make sense.Â
Deciding to take a risk and attempt to expedite your homecoming, you and Angel made plans. Like a teenager in a party movie you snuck out of the hotel when Alastor was asleep. Well, so you assumed. You werenât really sure what he did behind closed doors.
Angel brought you somewhere he felt people would be receptive to discussing love and talking to angelic beings, and admittedly also very high.Â
Sling off but still being as gentle as you could, you leaned across the small standing-only table to talk-shout with a rather cute aquatic demon. An eel? Or maybe some kind of water-fond lizard? It didnât matter, his glasses were cute, both of you a little drunk, and you quite good at saying the right things.
And all of the right things were said, and you felt maybe if nothing else youâd enjoy your first demonic lay, when the power shut off.
Everyone filed out, bummed and bothered to find most of the neighborhood shrouded in darkness.
Angel tapped your shoulder and pointed up the hill to the hotel, radio station a glow with a red light, âYa know, I wouldnât be surprised.â Nothing to do but to stare, you stayed quiet and angry while he flagged down a taxi knowing the trip would be fast without traffic lights, âGuess Daddy Dead Eyes is calling you back.âÂ
Anger grew and grew in your chest as you were charioted home.
Jesus, to the hotel. Stop doing that.
You burst into the radio station tower, Alastor barely reacting. Until, that is, you marched up to his desk.
Pinned before you could react, his body pressing into yours as your ass ran up onto the desk.
âSneaking out like a child?â His voice was low, soft, unnatural. âWhy do you intentionally torment me?âÂ
 âI have done,â you tried to move but only succeeded in rubbing your stomach against his crotch, âno such thing. Youâre just possessed.â
He responded by pressing forward, no accident, as his eyes narrowed on you, âCorrect. I am a man possessed.â When he rolled himself into you, an alcohol primed groan escaped your mouth.Â
âI thought you didnât care about those things,â your eyes flashed to his lap pushing into you and then back to his glare.
âYouâre my exception that proves the rule. If youâre so desperate for attention thereâs no need to leave the hotel to find it.â His smile was poisoned by the simmering anger in his eyes, âDear.â
It was the alcohol and annoyance at losing a chance with glasses-man, Jake or Jark or something not worth a scrabble move, that made you sneer a reply, âNot yours. I am a divine creature, demon. Your body would just filthy me.â Nose up, feeling absolutely better than him in every sense, you pushed him off and left.Â
That was easy. Wow.Â
Proud of yourself, you made it to the elevator before you realizedâ illusions. Perhaps his illusion was the idea sex with you was worth the effort, more so than others. He said it himself before, he didnât care for such things. Perhaps if you could show him it was as boring and unattractive as sex with anyone else could be, maybe you could shatter his mania with disappointment.
You pulled a u-turn and heel-toed right back into his station. Giving him no time to react this time, you climbed onto his chair and straddled him, âOn second thought, try your worst. Letâs get it out of your system and move on.â You ground your hips down. He only smiled up at you, amused. Taking his hands you set them on your waist, giving him permission to handle you, âClaim me. Make everyone know Iâm yours.â He didnât move. You were starting to feel embarrassed, had he goaded you just to make you look stupid? He would. But your kind invented the tension before sex between enemies, âIf you can.â
That did it. His hair visibly stood on end, âIt is not a matter of ability. Itâs about-â
âIf you canât, thatâs fine. No need to start lying to me now. But donât say I never gave you the opportunity.â You smirked, hoping he enjoyed a taste of his own sardonic medicine, and lifted yourself off of him.
His hands came to life on your hips, helping you rise and then flipping you onto your stomach. Your arms pushed radio transmitters and various old timey fuckery away to make room for yourself.
Those talons slipped up the center of your bottoms and crooked into your underwear. Long and strong, his fingers felt you. âIs this a perk of a heavenly body or is this,â two fingers dipped into your already wet and relaxed entrance, âall for me?â
You fought the urge to respond with anything other than malice, âDonât flatter yourself.â
In heaven no one needs preparation, no one needs lube or required stretching to keep things whole and fun. You would love to say that quality followed you down, but unfortunately, like perfect health and angelic wings, it had not.Â
You decided to chalk it up to the alcohol. Always an easy excuse to offer yourself.
Alastorâs hands pulled away and up, finding the place just above the Rosieâs Emporium clothing tag and ripping the bottoms and underwear clean in half.
You bit into your hand to keep your excited shriek to yourself but unfortunately couldnât stop your legs kicking up. His laugh echoed off the many windows.Â
Why couldnât he be worse at this? Why couldnât Alastor be clumsy and meek and awkward at sex? No, the menace youâd gotten almost used to was confident and commanding, you felt yourself twitching in anticipation. People have a misconception that Cupid was a chaste and wholly emotional creature, which was false. First of all, Cupids varied based on the incarnation. Just like other heavenly creatures their personality was varied and unpredictable.Â
Personally, you werenât suited for the job. If you were honest. Why couldnât your quiver just be full of Eros and Agape? Even of those two, sexual love was more your speed. Romance was fine and lovely but perhaps youâd gotten a little jaded.Â
Luckily for you, fucking Cupid was something many winners had on their afterlife bucket lists and you rarely found yourself with an empty bed.
Your attention was stolen back, Alastorâs clawed hand grabbing at the flesh of your thighs, âOops.â
Focus. Why were you doing this again? Your system was metabolizing the alcohol now, and with the air cooling off your exposed sex, everything was awash with lust. Did you want to diminish his mania or were you just horny?
Would it really be so bad to admit you were both?
Deep breath, you remembered. Boring. Banal. The plan was to be motionless and not provide him any satisfying sounds. Donât touch him, donât try to push back on him, no tricks or fancy shit. The sooner he was over this you could make someone trust in love and fuck off home.Â
Seconds turned to a minute, your ass in the air as Alastorâs hands pawed at your skin. You wanted to ask what the hold up was, but you didnât want to give away how much you were needing him to just fuck you already.
âDo you miss flying?â
You looked around, were you so drunk you missed an entire chunk of conversation while thinking about how to hide thirsting for his dick?
âYesâŚ?â True statement.
âAllow me to help with that.â
There was a moment you half expected to be chucked out the window, but almost worse than that, you heard him seat himself in the chair again before your body was picked up and off the desk. âAlastor! I donât-,â Hands flailing, feet moving around the best they could, you struggled against the familiar tentacles he had command over. âI do not allow it!â
Your hands batted at them fruitlessly. One came under your knees and folded them to either side of your chest before wrapping around your waist twice, a second across your chest like a seatbelt snug and secure. Had you been on the floor you could almost be mistaken for taking a deeply devout praying stance. Only your arms were free to move, the position making you open and incapable of taking back any semblance of control.Â
âAlastor!â Stretching, you could almost reach the edge of his work table, but your fingers and toes curled in as you were seated on something hot and stiff. Your lips quivered, desperate to keep silent as you were pulled down onto him. Reaching back your hands found his stomach, raking your nails across the skin in need of anything to grip.Â
When you heard him chuckle to himself, you knew you were already losing. Plan backfiring entirely. You pulled your hands back to your center, taking ahold of the tentacle nestled between and across your chest.Â
âHeavenly Father,â his voice was quiet but sure, your eyes so wide you worried youâd get stuck making a permanent face of utter shock and despair, âbless us and these thy gifts which we receive from thy bountiful goodness, through your name, our lord.â You were lifted off his lap, Alastorâs swollen tip dragging along your unstretched walls as he said the Lord's prayer, âAmen.â Pulled back down before the second syllable even reached your ears, you cut into your bottom lip as a scream bounced around behind your teeth.
Heathen.
âI would think you of all people knew how to finish a prayer.â Alastor chided, âWhat will heaven say?â
If heaven knew you were being impaled midair on an overlordâs cock, theyâd create a second hell for you to rule. Population of none. Except maybe some horny nuns.
As he found a pace he seemed happy with, slow and long draws out of you, you realized how fucked you were. Looking down, you could see one of his hands was settled at the base of his cock, those long fingers draped down his balls. The other hand was unseen and unfelt.Â
âAlastor.â You tried to sound stern.
âOh I doubt heaven knows my name. Not yet at least.â He sounded unbothered, almost unaffected. âNot until Iâve spirited away their little angel of love.â
You were almost insulted at how easily he could speak despite being buried so far into your wet, hot cunt. Maybe you had been spoiled in heaven, people usually so turned on by the idea of you that they were coming undone as soon as you were wrapped around them or in them in whatever way you decided. Â
A broken chant of âbe bored, be bored,â in your mind as Alastor hummed, that mystery clawed hand falling at your back. Biting your lip, you tried to think about anything other than how full he was making you. Did the glasses man at the club have a cock as thick as Alastorâs? Would you have been as satisfied as you were now? Every down thrust made the tuft of fur at this base press against your ass. Soft. You wanted to grind against it, the idea pulling a wanton moan out.
Fuck. Failing to distract yourself because you got distracted. It was so hard to think about anything else than your body being pushed open again and again. The blood on your lips was sweet, licking them clean before finding a new spot to bite down on. Quiet.
âAh, are you giving me the silent treatment?â
Could this son of a bitch read minds? Could sinners read minds?!
 If you didnât reply, that was confirmation. But if you did reply, you were breaking your goal of not talking.
âJustâŚ,â you took a deep sigh, knowing this was going to be rough, âIâm not really feeling like making any noise.â A shrug, the best you could manage at least while bound and held aloft in the space above his lap. Pretending this was normal and boring was a feat. âIâm not a vocal person during sex. I prefer to just lie there and get serviced. Donât mind me.â
That sounded awful. Perfect.Â
âOh? Well then, I guess Iâll not worry myself.â You could hear the smile in his voice. Less perfect. He began to hum a little tune as your body, partially upright, was now being tilted forward at a 45 degree angle from his lap. His cock was bending in you, head pressing harshly up into your walls.Â
Heart beating so fast you felt a dizzy spell hit you, that renewed anticipation almost as arousing as the sensations.
His humming continued like he was reading the paper. Youâd never ridden a roller coaster, but youâd seen many people do it before and this was surely the same feeling; right at the peak before the drop. When the ride operator stills you and lets you stare down at the height before you. Your stomach was flipping, excitement tinged with fear.Â
You were pulled off his dick until you felt the bell of his red tip get just outside your entrance. Was he going to pull out entirely?
No. He pulled you down by way of shadows and fucked you just a couple inches into your cunt. His head was dragging out past your tight hole and smashing back in, directly hitting your g-spot. The spongy bundle of nerve endings was dented with every thrust.
You werenât used to having your entrance stimulated so much, the skin luckily becoming slick as your own wetness was fucked out of you.Â
âThat feels weird, please.â How quickly you gave up. âStop pulling out like that.â
A considerate sigh, âBut youâve gotten so wet, my dear. Youâre dripping down my thighs already. I donât think you want me to stop.â
Could you cum like this? You felt like you could, maybe if you justâŚyou quickened your breath, faster and faster. Your stomach heaving, you felt the crescendo of pleasure.Â
âOn second thought!â He stopped.
Your toes wiggled, hands gripping the tentacle on your chest. Quiet. Shh. Donât argue. Boring. Donât care. The building orgasm waned, you felt your blood pressure lower. This really was hell.Â
Alastorâs head was just sitting in you, burning hot and throbbing. You were sure you could feel his heartbeat.Â
You two were locked in a standoff. Someone had to let on they were enjoying themselves; Alastor releasing pent up frustration with your attitude toward his affections, you chasing down a rare penetration-only orgasm.Â
An idea struck you, a way to hopefully antagonize him and bruise his pride enough to force him into your hand (pussy), âThank God. I think itâs almost my bedtime.â
Alastorâs smile strained, a twitch coming over his left eye. A trap. But the idea of letting you down and off of him seemed far worse than the small defeat you were offering. âAllow me to rock you to sleep then, sweetheart.â
Success! Shit!Â
You reached out, the angle of your punishment allowing you to grab the edge of the table and grip. Alastorâs annoyance translated to an inhuman pace, him pulling you off entirely from his cock before bringing you back down. He was positively slipping in and out of you, your lower lips puffy and soaked around him. This degree of wetness was something you couldnât remember feeling outside of marathon sessions.Â
When your hands tightened, a shock of pain tore down your arm, a scream bringing Alastor to a sudden stop. âMy collarâŚâ Pain was apparently not a kink you enjoyed, though you briefly wondered if heaven allowed it at all.Â
You couldnât even fuck properly. You couldnât do anything right. All you managed to do was fail. A sting to your eyes as the air hit your welling tears. Did humans feel this pain often? Your body was righted and turned, you looked down to Alastorâs face as you were brought to him. He looked so soft, usual smirk a sweet toothless smile, âI told you to keep the sling on, didnât I?â He looked happy.
Your arms found his shoulders and your head came to his chest, âShut up and finish already.â He didnât release you from the binding, instead pulling the right arm under the hold of his slender tendril to keep it safe and out of the way. His hands were both at the base of his cock while you were gently riding him. Well, âyouâ. He was still using his powers to manipulate your body on and off of him. Alastorâs fingers were spreading your arousal down his shaft and along his tightening balls, if you had looked at his face youâd have seen a weakened man there, furrowed brows and lust drunk eyes. But you didnât look, trying to hide the same expression on your own features.Â
Left hand free, no need to hold yourself up, you made lazy, and you hoped subtle, circles around your clit. You werenât sure if this was a total failure or not, but you could finish and say something good came of it. You, specifically.Â
Things were quiet, though. The loudest sound in the room was the wet pop coming from where his body was meeting your sopping hole. His breathing was fast and soft, sighing when he bottomed out. Another bite to your lip, a few more deep hits to your cervix, and you enjoyed a small but satisfying release. The hand on you stayed through, riding out tiny waves of pleasure as you twitched around him. When you felt his release you sighed, you did it. You think. Maybe. Regardless.Â
As he slowly lifted you, you considered if your legs could hold youâ
Up you went and back down you fell as he took a new, quicker pace.
âA-Ah-lastor?! You,â you bit your tongue, âalready finished?â
You had made a mistake earlier that you hadnât even realized. But Alastor had been holding it between his sharp teeth, âHow many times?â
Absolutely no idea what he was talking about, you gasped out a reply, âWhat!?â
âHow many times should I fill you before youâre too filthy to return to heaven, do you think?â He couldnât be serious. âThree? Five? You see, the advantage of using my tentacles is that I don't get tired.â
Oh, but he was serious.Â
The battle was entirely forfeit somewhere around the third time he flooded you with his seed.
âThese arenât the usual screams I enjoy from my studio, but Iâm not averse to them.â
 When he felt youâd learned whatever lesson you were supposed to be taking in by the pump full, you were finally removed from him. He covered your lower half with his coat around your waist. It would be lying to say you were surprised to find his wide shoulders and small waist wasnât just an illusion of his well tailored, yet oddly torn, coat. He was annoyingly attractive. Who gave him the right?
Your legs gave out when you tried to stand, warm hands pulling under your armpits to get you back on your feet. As much as you wanted to push him away, you were still a little tipsy and your legs still getting used to full blood flow. His arm held out for you to use for stability, you took it and wobbled silently to the floor you both lived on. Before you left the elevator you looked down and saw a line of white dripping down your inner leg. Took longer than you expected, honestly.Â
When you turned to the right to go to your door, his arm came around your waist and shepherded you to his room on the left. You shot him a look, asking what he thought he was doing.Â
He laughed, âOh, after tonightâs little escapade, youâre moving!â He opened his door and gestured for you to enter, âWelcome home, my dear.â
What was worse than a failure? A catastrophe? This was that.Â
âNow come on, we need to get you cleaned up.â A hand patted softly at your ass before ushering you inside.
He did just that, wiping you down and undressing you before settling you into his bed. Exhausted and sore, you decided to argue after sleep.
When you awoke, you checked your shredded bottoms for your phone. Nothing.Â
An answer was found when you mentioned it to Alastor, who asked what you were searching for so early in the morning, âPerhaps someone at that venue you enjoyed has it? Too bad you canât go back and ask.â He was resting his back against the headboard, you realized heâd unbuttoned his shirt quite a bit. âOh well!â
How was he always making you scream?
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Random astro obs bcs y not
Warning â ď¸ mentions of abuse and trauma
scorpio luminaries & luminaries aspect to pluto (especially harsh aspect) almost be always know when something/someone is gonna do no good to you. If they warn you ab something then just follow them. Bcs what they say is scarily often end up being true
Also, if from the first meet these natives STRONGLY dislike you even though you didnt do anything then yeah.... Youre the problem lol. No matter if youre everyone crush, everyone sweetheart, or whatever is that. Again, like I said before, they seems to always know when something/someone is not good
These natives can also scared of themselves bcs of this
I think we admire ppl who have our mars sign as their sun sign
Sag sun with water moon women makes the loyal partner đĽşđ¤§ be it business partner, in friendship, or as a lover. Don't leave them.
When you see mars square pluto native gets bad mood or even angry.... RUN
Bcs they can be so violent at that time and you dont want to see that
Same goes to cap moon đ
Women with moon square bml (black moon lilith) always have the best glow ups â¨â¨đ¤§ im so proud (and bit jealous lol) of you dear
Mercury in leo degrees (5, 17, 29) being sooooo charming. They be say "hi" only and you already weak(???) lol
Leo venus đ¤ cant go a day without boasting what they love, be it their hobbies, their job, their loved ones, their pet, or even the place where they live lol. So passionate
I'm not surprised if theyre the one that have many posts on their social media account
Ppl with big 6 at 6 degrees (virgo degree) can be seen as villain
Moon conjunct jupiter synastry: when the moon person getting humiliated/disrespect, the jupiter person be defending the moon person. Also, the moon person can have soft spot for the jupiter person
Natal aspects to sun i like are sun conjunct mars and sun-pluto any major aspects. The word "sexy" is literally made for them lol.
TW ABUSE
women with cap or cancer mars plsssss check again the man you choose to date or even marry. Bcs i often see these women end up experience being abused severely by their man in their relationship. Men often being intimidated by these women yet still wanna date them. These women do dating man that seems cool and amazing or even adorable person outside BUT UNFORTUNATELY it turns out that the man are the worst person ever. At worst case, the man's family dislike these women due to jealousy towards them. No matter how bad these women get treated by the man, the man's family will still defend the man and treated these women as if theyre the problem đ
Also, these women can dealing with fucking crazy men that cannot accept being rejected by them atleast once in their life. Scary af
Gemini moon/mars are naturally funny without even trying âđ
Sag/pisces rising đ¤ always have ppl crushing over them and even become worshipping them
Libra rising are so beautiful and it seems unbelievable
Cancer rising and their terrible mood swing đ¤ yet still look like the most calm and unbothered person ever
Mercury-bml aspects culture is having what they say being questioned. And if they have sun-uranus aspects too then.... Good luck trying to understand them đĽ´
Mercury-bml aspects is underrated funny placements imo. They be say questionable thing but idk i find it funny tho đŠ
Scorpio rising and having traumatic experience/memories when they young that seems keep haunting them even until they become old :(
Also they often get disappointed by their family :( they can give all their family members a mountain of gold, being so kind to them to the point they forgetting their own needs and this scorpio rising still getting unappreciated & bad treatment. PLS APPRECIATE SCORPIO RISING IN UR LIFE !!â¤âđŠšđŤ they are one of sincere people that often attracts evil eye that doesnt wanna see them being success
Whats with earth rising and having this disgusted/judging look đĽ˛
They can look at you normally and you will feel that theyre judging you even if they arent
Sag rising and leo rising đ¤ having beef with eachother
Same goes to taurus sun x gemini sun
Cap sun x virgo sun friendship be the weird yet funny pair
Every leo placement always have virgo placement in their life
They can have love-hate relationship with eachother tho lol.
And the same goes to every cap placement that always have aries placement in their life
You either love the opposite sex that has the same mars sign as you OR going "mehh" of them
Earth rising đ¤ secured financially. Maybe you never catched them worry ab not having money to save their life
Hey thank you for reading this so far!! I do these obs not bcs I wanna gain followers or what but bcs I found these things give me joy hehe âđť english isnt my first language so apologize for any grammar mistakes. be safe out there!! đŤâ¨
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You tried to steal my daughter so I'm stealing your mother!
I have finally done it!
This is Alastor's mother x Lucifer (Fem!Reader, as implied)
Part 2!
It was another normal day in hell. Or⌠as normal as it could get, at leastâŚ
It was another normal day in hell. Or⌠as normal as it could get, at leastâŚ
You were with everyone, at the hotel. Though everyone, except a few people, seemed to be in their rooms today. Well, it seemed only natural since Al was in a âmoodâ again.
Niffty, being the chaotic entity she is, was running around, stabbing bugs and roaches crawling around when Lucifer came by.
âItâs the ultimate bad boy!!!â She exclaimed running towards him, ignoring all the bugs left.
He had to fly up into the air to get away from her!
âDad? What are you doing here?â Charlie asked, entering the lobby as she heard the⌠commotion.
âCharlie! Get this demon away from me!â
âWeâre all demons hereâ
âYes, but⌠she! She is a nightmare!â
You were in the corner, naturally, Alastor clinging to you. The two of you were simply watching everything unfold.
âCalm down, dad! Itâs not like she bitesâ
âYET! Do you even see those teeth?â
âAl, could youâŚ?â Charlie turned to the two of you, pointing at Niffty, bringing Luciferâs attention to you, in the process.
Alastor scowled, or so you thought, as he kept that grin on his face.
âNot possible! Niffty is a free soul!â
âYou literally own her soul!â
âI may own her soul but that doesnât mean she gets no liberty!~â
âPlease?â
Alastor hugged you tighter, you petting him, ignoring Charlie.
âAlastor, darling, could you do something about Niffty for me?â You intervened, looking at him.
âBut Mother, Lucifer is more than capable of dealing with it himself!â
âYou wouldnât do it for me?â
ââŚFine. Niffty step away from Lucifer.â He rolled his eyes as he said Luciferâs name.
Fortunately enough, Niffty grumbled something and picked up her dagger, going back to killing roaches, very reluctantly.
Lucifer landed back on the ground and walked over to you and Al, pushing him off of you and hugging you instead.
âHello, my dear! It has been so long!â
âLuci! Itâs only been a few daysâ
âMother, what do you mean âa few daysâ? I thought you havenât seen him for at least a few months?â
âOh, right⌠you- hm⌠yeah, I forgot to tell you, darlingâ
âYes, thatâs because sheâs been sneaking out to see ME whilst youâre busy!~â Lucifer spoke, really only adding fuel to the fire⌠you could tell theyâd probably be at each others throats if you didnât, somehow⌠get them away from each other.
âUhh⌠Dad!â Charlie frantically waved, getting in between them. A perfect distraction!
âYes, Charlie?â
âI⌠uh⌠um⌠I need help with something!â
âWhat do you need⌠help⌠with?â
âJust⌠just something in the hotel! Right [Name]?!â
âWhy are you bringing me into this?â
She looked at you pleadingly, her eyes slightly wide and an awkward smile on her face, lightly looking back and forth between the other two.
âRight! Yes, itâs an urgent matter! Charlie and Lucifer can go deal with that!â
âYes! Letâs go, Dad!â She exclaimed, slightly jumping and grabbing Lucifer by the arm, dragging him into one of the many hotel corridors.
âMother.â
âYess⌠Alastor?â
âWhy would you go out with him when you have me to entertain you!â
âDarling, we already spend lots of time together, and besides, I need to socialize with more than just one demonâ
He was quite clearly not too happy about the whole situation but decided to drop it for the time being. You lightly poked his nose, one of his ears twitching at the action.
He was in a slightly better mood after that, having forgotten about Lucifer.
Meanwhile, Charlie was still in the process of trying to convince Lucifer that there was an issue⌠though she failed, and ultimately, he began heading back to the lobby, he wanted to flirt with you again, of course! What better activity for the King of Hell, himself, than to flirt with his rivals' mother?
Charlie, upon noticing him turning back, ran to the lobby, ahead of him, deciding that sheâd try to pull Alastor away from you⌠though she knew her efforts would most likely prove futile considering how clingy he was to you today.
So she used force.
âAlastorrrr! I have shopping I need to do! Letâs go!â
Alastor seemed almost like a cat in that situation, Charlie pulling him away with all her might, and him trying to get back to you no matter the cost.
âHave a fun time!â You waved to them as she dragged him out the door and down to the main streets.
âWhat⌠was that all about?â
"Hm? Oh, Charlie just kidnapped Alastor, it's nothing too serious, he'll probably be back soon"
"With Charlie⌠right?"
"Probably" you shrugged as Lucifer looked at the door of the hotel, Charlie and Alastor nowhere in sight by now.
"Okayy⌠well⌠now that we're alone!~" Lucifer spoke, smugly walking towards you and placing an arm around your shoulder, smirking.
"Are you going to use another one of those absolutely terrible pick-up lines again?"
"You know it! Also, they are not that bad!"
"Oh they absolutely are"
"No, and I can prove it! I have thought of another one specifically for you!"
He chuckled and cleared his throat in preparation.
"Are you a rubber duck? Because I wanna make you squeal!~"
"My point stan-"
"Bow chika wowow!"
You couldn't help but laugh at his interruption, it was quite amusing how hard he tried to impress you sometimes, although it was also quite admirable, in some way.
"Are you-" Lucifer began, when Alastor appeared in between you two, forcing Lucifer off of you.
"I believe that is quite enough of that, haha!"
"What- ok. As I was saying" Lucifer grumbled, stepping to your other side, leaning his arm on your shoulder, getting closer to you once more.
"Hahaha! Mother, Charlie saw quite a wonderful necklace today, I think it would suit you perfectly! Why don't you and I go and get it?" Alastor took your hand and pulled you away from Lucifer, and towards the door.
"Now- now hold on, I was in the middle of something!" Naturally, Lucifer tried to stop the two of you, though to no avail, of course. Alastor simply ignored his attempts.
"Now, listen, Little Bird" Alastor began, turning to Lucifer and stood in a stance that seemed to mock him too.
"I need you to leave us alone so that I can spoil my Mother! You've already had far too much time with her!"
"Too much-?! I had barely ten minutes!"
"My point exactly! That is ten minutes far too long"
"Now hold on, did you call me 'little bird' earlier?!"
"Hmm⌠I might have"
"I am not a 'little bird'! Have you seen my wings?!"
"I beg to differ, I mean, just look at our height difference, I'd say you are quite little indeed"
"Height has no relevance in this conversation!"
"Oh yes it does!"
"No-"
"Now now, how about you two stop arguing for 5 minutes, at least"
"Unfortunately, I don't think that'll be possible, dear. Alastor and I simply clash too much"
"No, you're just annoying" Alastor replied, looking through building windows, trying to find where the necklace was, as you three had reached town by this point. This may as well be considered a family trip at this point, though Alastor would certainly despise that thought!
"Ah, there it is" he pulled you towards the store window and pointed out the necklace.
"Alastor, let's be nicer, alright?"
"I am plenty nice, Mother, so anyway, what do you think?" he motioned back at the necklace. You had to admit, there was a certain charm to it. The way it was made, made it seem as though it would suit you perfectly!
"I think you were right, it is quite a wonderful necklace. Now, darling, I'd like it if you were nice to Luci too!"
"Yes, I do have a good eye, don't I?" He chuckled, standing proudly as he looked back at Lucifer, who was standing behind the two of you, seemingly planning something.
"Begone, little bird, Mother and I have shopping to do" Alastor said, doing his creepy eye thing, but *just out of your sight as he knew you hated it quite a bit
"Wha- fine, but I will return, Alastor! You best prepare because your mother certainly will be mine!"
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oohooo i saw you asked for ideas
i had this mig x civilian reader where the readers like rlly affectionate and hugs miguel a lot whenever he comes home and is physically affectionate
but like one day maybe through peter or lyla or someone she gets to know miguel normally finds physical touch annoying and she feels guilty
so she doesnât hug him when he comes home and heâs like ???? but sheâs reluctant to do anything for fear of making him uncomfortable or annoyed at her and it goes on for a while and mig is not afraid heâs done something because the only person he truly loves to be physically affectionate with now isnât doing anything with him
and itâs all resolved because they communicate like good adults đđ
ahhh I love this
f!reader x miguel oâhara (although no pronouns are used I donât think)
warnings: literally just fluff, teeny tiny sprinkle of angst
Youâve always been a very affectionate person, often wanting to be close to your loved ones as much as you can. Especially your partner Miguel, who youâd give most of your affection to. Kissing his cheek whenever you get the chance, sleeping against his chest and greeting him at the door with a hug whenever he arrived home. Heâd return your hug everytime, which you always thought wasnât just for your own benefit, but for his too. It came a bit of a shock when Peter mentioned he hated physical touch, finding it annoying and a waste of time.
While Peter was showing you pictures of Mayday being reluctantly held by Miguel, you were mostly tuning out his waffling until you catch him say, âBut itâs Miguel, he hates people touching him.â
You already knew he could be quite distant sometimes, but you never thought he didnât like your touchiness. You never once thought it was making him uncomfortable or annoyed, but maybe it was. âHe does?â
âHave you met the man? He avoids it like itâs the plague. Apparently itâs a waste of his time.â Peter replies and goes back to scrolling through his photo album of Mayday.
After a long day of saving the multiverse, Miguel was ready to go home to his partner. Ready to indulge in your sweetness and love, which you were always eager to give. So when he arrived home and didnât hear your footsteps rushing to greet him, he was concerned.
âAmor?â He calls, walking to the living room where your sat on the couch reading a magazine. [Love]
âHey, how was work?â You ask, glancing up from the book.
Either heâs done something wrong or youâre upset about something else. âSame as usual, are you okay?â He asks.
âYeah, Iâm good. Do you want pizza tonight?â You didnât seem mad at him, but then again you rarely were so he couldnât tell.
âSure, Iâm going to get changed.â He says, disappearing into the bedroom. He changes into sweats and checks around for something he may have done. You were stocked up on toothpaste, heâd made his side of the bed, heâd even closed the toilet seat.
Miguel returns back to the living room, sitting on the couch next to you, fully expecting you to come and snuggle up to him or sit on his lap, as you usually do. But nothing. You acknowledge heâs there but make no movement.
âDid you order the pizza yet?â He asks.
You simply nod, âYeah. Did you want something else?â
âNo, Iâm fine.â
Heâs far from fine. Heâs sure heâs on the verge of going insane at the distance between you two. âDo you want to watch a movie?â He asks, knowing you always like to lay on his chest when you both watch tv together.
âSure.â
An hour later, the movie credits were rolling and you were still on the opposite side of the couch. Youâd eaten and talked to him, but still didnât come closer and it was killing him.
The final straw was when you both went to bed. You always slept with your head on his chest or spooned against his back with your legs entangled with his, but once again you made no effort to lie in his arms.
âMi amor, what are you doing?â He asks, lips turned downwards in a frown. [My love]
âI thought we were going to sleep.â You reply, equal confusion written on your face.
âNo, I mean why are you not touching me?â He asks, a rare vulnerability in his voice. âDid I do something?â
âWhat, no!â You exclaim, confusing him even further.
âThen whatâs wrong?â You couldâve started bawling at the expression on his face. He truly thought heâd done something wrong, eager to fix it.
âYou havenât done anything, itâs just that, well, I was talking with Peter and he mentioned that you hate physical touch and I was worried you found me overbearing or clingy.â You explain.
âPeter.â Miguel scowls and his voice grows soft as he reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear. âCariĂąo, you should never listen to that idiot.â [Honey]
âSo you donât hate it?â You ask, relief rushing through you.
âWell, I do, but Iâve never hated it with you.â He says, continuing when your eyebrows furrow. âIâve always disliked any touch because itâs not comfortable for me, thatâs until I met you. I donât think I can live without your touch, in fact I donât want to. So can we please go to sleep, with you in my arms?â
You smile softly and nod, âSorry for being silly.â
He shakes his head, smiling and pulling you into his arms. âDonât apologise. Moral of the story, donât listen to anything Peter says.â He grins, dropping a kiss to your head. âTe amo.â [I love you]
You laugh softly, returning the words before drifting off to sleep. âLove you too.â
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Hey can you do one where the reader has a crush on Matt.She is very much giving heart eyes and tries to do anything to make him happy.Matt being oblivious complains to his brother about it.Nick and Chris smack some sense into him saying how lucky he is to have someone like us care about him.Matt disagrees and the reader hears this causing her to stop not wanting to make him uncomfortable.Matt misses the way things use to be and gets jealous when learning the reader is going out on a date.At the end they have an argument and he tells her how he really feels.Lots of angst in the beginning fluff towards the end please!!
OVERBEARING - m. sturniolo
warnings: slight cursing, angst at start, fluff at the end
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you couldnât deny it anymore. and you dont think it went unnoticed either.
the lingering gazes, to the more than normal laughter at his jokes, or the constant acts of service. how you were willing to do anything for him. just him.
matthew sturniolo.
you thought your constant need to be near him was just you wanting to be better friends. that was until your feelings started growing stronger.
ây/n, helloo.â
you brought your attention to the voice you found yourself loving so much.
âsorry, what?â
âi asked if you could pass the remote.â matt repeated while settling down beside you on the couch. you nodded and reached over to grab the remote to hand it to him. it was around 1 AM, and it was just the two of you. nick and chris had went to their rooms while you and matt decided to watch a movie.
âwant me to get you a blanket?â you whispered as matt stared at the screen to the opening of the movie.
âno, im good.â matt says. you nodded and turned your head towards the movie. about five minutes or so passed when you asked another question.
âhungry?â
ânope.â matt responds, adding a âpopâ to the p to exaggerate his response. you mumbled an âokayâ. a few beats of silence passed before once again, you asked.
âare you sure-â
ây/n, please mâ just trying to watch the movie in peace.â matt sighed. he was getting frustrated by the second. after a long day of filming with his relatively loud brothers, the only sounds he wanted to hear were the actors on the tv.
but this was only one example of your persistence. you were always clung to mattâs side. following him like a lost puppy at all times.
always there to cook him up a meal after his long day, willing to do any of his chores that he just didnât feel like doing, even soothing him to sleep on those tough nights where everything went blank.
nick would sometimes make fun of matt. it almost seemed like you were his mother with the way you acted. but thats not what you were trying to come off as. you simply just had a lot of love for the boy that you werenât really ready to confess yet.
but for matt? he didnât see your clinginess as a good thing, in fact he began to hate it once nick pointed it out.
on one particular day matt decided to bring it up to his brothers while they were in nickâs room.
âi just donât get it, like sheâs just always there.â matt says while pacing around the room.
âis that a bad thing?â nick asks while organizing the clothes in his closet.
âi mean it wouldnât be if she didnât act like im some sort of child.â matt sighed while plopping down at the edge of the bed.
âi dunno, iâd love to have someone like y/n. she literally does everything for you bro.â chris laughs while slightly nudging matt.
âyeah..â nick yells from his closet. âdonât know why youâre bitchinâ bout it sheâs literally helps you with likeâŚâ nick took a pause to think. âeverything!â
matt scoffs before shaking his head. âyeah well itâs nice before it gets fucking unbearable.â
unbeknownst to matt, you could hear this whole conversation. you had came to drop off some food for the triplets, and since you had an extra key you went straight in. now you wouldâve made yourself known until you realized you were the topic of their conversation.
to say you were hurt from matts words was an understatement. you quickly rushed out of the house, tears streaming down your face recounting every scenario where you were overbearing.
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hours turned into days and days turned into weeks. matt hadnât heard from you in a while. he expected to wake up to your daily morning texts, but nothing. after he shrugged that off he expected you to come over like you usually did. but once again, you didnât.
he found himself longing for your presence more than he ever did.
you both went no contact until you came over, seeking nicks assistance since you had a date that night in hopes that your little crush on matt would subside.
you had went the whole time without speaking to the brunette. opting for a simple âheyâ. matt was confused. why were you suddenly so distant? sure he wanted space at times but this is not what he had in mind.
matt finally snapped when you attempted rushing out their house, bidding matt goodbye with a meek âsee yaâ.
matt rose from his spot on the catch before making his way towards you. âare you gonna tell me whatâs going on, or are you gonna keep avoiding me?â matt said while crossing his arms on his chest.
you could only roll your eyes before slipping your shoes on. âi dont know what youâre talking about, but i have to go.â you spat harshly before spinning on your heel.
âwoah, whatâs up with you?â matt yelled, shocked at your sudden anger towards him. he pulled you back by your wrist so you could face him.
âyâknow if you found me âoverbearingâ you couldâve just told me.â
thats when everything came back to matt. instant regret washed over him as he gazed upon your solemn expression. the same eyes that used to hold so much adoration for him now hollow.
âiâm so sorry y/n. i know theres no excuse to what i said but i was just being stupid.â matt sighed while running a hand down his face. âyouâre far from overbearing, in fact i...i really miss you.â
âreally?â you mumbled while your facial expression softened. matt nodded before embracing you in a tight hug to which you reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his waist. your date long forgotten.
âyouâre amazing the way you are, and im sorry if i made it seem any other way.â
you smiled at matts words before leaning up to look at him. âjust tell me next time, okay?â matt smiled and lightly pecked the side of your temple. happy to have finally gotten you back.
the version of you he loved.
and the version of you he would always cherish.
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A/N: sorry this shouldâve came out yesterday but i had to study for an exam. i have also been experiencing writers block but i have a new matt series in mind so stay on the look out for that!
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T.w: Subbot Amab Kento Nanami x Topdom Amab reader. Breeding kink, overstimulation, size kink (kinda), multiple orgasms, creampie, praise, degradation, cock warming, feminization (calling Kento's hole a pussy), fluffy aftercare.
P.s this has been in my drafts forever!! I completely forgot about it until someone reminded me!
I'm actually going feral right now.
I watched the new episode of JJK last night and good lord MAPPA fed me a full course meal drinks included.
Did you see my husband's looking all sexy and oh so fucking breedable?
I'm writing a separate post for Toji, someone sent me a request for breeding Sugar baby Toji and I'm working on it, this is all about my love, my darling, my glorious Nanami Kento. (I still have the Toji one in the works)
Like most men I crave I literally want to marry Nanami and make him my house husband.
I want to just keep him at home (full of my cum) and take care of him, provide for him mind, body and spirit. I want to make him feel safe, loved, cared for, appreciated, needed and genuinely wanted.
I want to come home from a long ass day of running a huge company, completely exhausted and wanting nothing more than my big strong man in my arms.
I would open the door and immediately be woken up by the most amazing smelling dinner and most importantly a fresh loaf of Kento's favourite thing ever, bread.
I would feel all the tension, anger and tiredness melt away as I closed the door, finally got to take off my shoes and coat.
I would place my bag down and when I look up it would be as if God themselves came down to this meaningless float rock we call Earth and blessed me, a nobody with an Angel of my own.
He would stand there in all his glory, his broad shoulders that seem to relax in my presence, those huge pecs that always seem to fit perfectly in my hands, that slim waist that I know for a fact is still bruised from last night, those muscular thighs that could definitely crush my skull, those veiny hands that used to be so dangerous, he hated that, hold me with such gentle touches.
I would smile and he would try not to, as usual keeping up with his âi'm always serious because I'm matureâ act that he puts on as a facade, he and I both know he's just a big softie that genuinely cares about his friends and will do anything to protect them.
I would say something cheesy like âHoney I'm home.â with a smirk because I know he hates those dumb romantic comedies.
His smile would instantly fade and he would roll his eyes and mumble âIdiot.â and walk away.
I would laugh and follow him inside, then with a teasing tone say something like âYou're supposed to say âWelcome back Dear.â and then kiss me.â
He would ignore me as usual and change the subject âGo wash your hands they're filthy and I baked a new type of bread, the lady at the bakery gave me the recipe.â
I would come out of the bathroom with freshly washed hands and take a seat at the dinner table and say something like âYeah, smells good hun.â
He would hum in acknowledgement he's listening and bring over the delicious food he cooked and his new bread then place them on the table.
Then he would stand over me with his hands on his hips causing me to -on not normally casual settings- look up at him in confusion.
He would then place an arm on my chair and turn it, making me fully face him and I would happily admire the view.
He's wearing grey sweatpants and a black swear shirt with that cute pink apron I bought him that says kiss the cook.
I would smirk knowing he only wore that because his normal plain black aprons mysteriously disappeared when the pink one showed up.
He would then tangle his thick hands in my hair, suddenly tugging on it and making me groan in pain, the action immediately makes blood rush to my dick.
He would force me to look up at him and with that ever so stern expression say something fucking hot like âNow that you've washed your hands, didn't you read the apron?â
Then he would give me no time to respond as he leans forward and roughly captures my lips in a heated kiss.
I would easily give in and let him do what he wants, this always happens. In the beginning Kento takes charge, he knows exactly what to do to get me hard enough to fuck his pretty brain dumb.
Kento is a smart man, he knows how to get what he wants. He knows what he's doing when he straddle my lap.
Those thick thighs would flex around mine, squeezing me as his crotch 'accidently' grinds against mine.
He would tighten his grip on my hair, bringing his other arm around my shoulders and deepen the kiss, mumbling a fake apology, as if he doesn't want me to fuck him.
My hands would instinctively find his waist, I would say something like âDon't apologize love, take responsibility Kento.â then I would squeeze his waist and grind his plump ass on my fully hard dick.
He would moan and kiss me deeper, then he would start to roll his hips without my help. The friction from the fabric against our hard length sends shocks of pleasure through our entire bodies but it's not enough.
Then while Kento would be kissing me, his hand around my shoulder would travel down my chest and tug at my belt. Kento would let out a needy and frustrated grunt when my belt doesn't come off instantly.
He's not fucked out enough to be whining in desperation, no I'll have to work hard and drain those beautiful sounds out of him.
One of my hands would quickly travel to my belt, undoing it with ease. Then I would undo his belt, neither of us breaking the ruthless kiss or grinding.
We would unzip each others pants and I would easily lift both of our weights and slip my pants and boxers off, Kento would stand and take off his pants and boxers.
We would groan into the kiss as the cold air of our house brushes against both our erections, both our lengths hard already leaking bits of precum.
Both of us are still sensitive from last night/ this morning but we can't get enough of each other, it's like a drug it turned into an addiction..
It's not just fucking, it's the intimate act of sex, exposing yourself, allowing yourself to be vulnerable and connect on a level more than just our bodies.
He would straddle my lap again and his hand would waste no time and start pumping our lengths against each other.
The only sounds would be our aggressive kiss and the slick sound of Kento fisting both our lengths together with the aid of our pre.
My hands would dig into his fleshy ships, god the muscle will feel hard like marble but his skin would be soft like a fucking cloud.
He would moan into the sloppy, open mouth kiss and I would devour each and every honey dipped noise that falls out of his pretty little mouth.
My huge dick would be throbbing against his, his own length is an impressive 7 inches mine about 3 inches bigger.
It's not a big difference but my baby Kento is a big boy, I would just be a bit bigger but strong enough to pick him up and fuck him till he can't walk anymore.
Then Kento would lift himself off my hips and align my dick with his already prepped hole, then he would waste no time and slam himself back down on my entire length.
Fuck, his hands would instinctively latch onto my hair for some stability, loud moans and pretty whimpers would fall out of his mouth like a waterfall straight from heaven.
My hard length would twitch in pure bliss, surrounded by his soft, velvety walls, sucking me in and holding me hostage with a vice like grip, no matter how many times we fuck he's still as tight as a fucking virgin.
My tip would be poking and prodding at Kento's prostate dead on causing him to cum just from impaling himself on my dick.
Kento's thighs would flex around mine, his hole would tighten and he would pull my hair back, detaching from my lips just for his jaw to go slack and his toes curl as thick ropes of cum spurt out of his red rip, onto both our chests.
Kento would have a fucked out expression, his brain already fuzzy from cumming just once, his eyes would glaze over with tears, he's always been a cryer during sex, not that I'm complaining fuck I love it when he cries.
Kento doesn't cry about anything, he hates crying, the only time he cries is when he's too fucked out to think straight.
The pride of a cumming, crying Kento would straight to my dick as my grip on his hips tighten, bringing him back to reality.
Kento's vision would start to focus on me and he would see a devious smile, to anyone it would look sweet, loving almost but Kento knows it's anything but.
âDid you just cum?â I would ask in a mocking tone, bucking my hips up suddenly sending shocks of pleasure through Kento's body as more pathetic ropes of cum would spurt out from his still hard dick.
He would moan and try to shake his head, his grip on my hair would loosen and his hands would drop to my shoulders, fat tears would stream down his face as he would attempt to apologize âNâNo! Fuc-k âm s-sorry! Sorry~ AHH ah~ nghh~ s-sorrâ ah ah ahâ sorry.. âm sorry~ ngh~â
He would mumble out his thoughtless apology, leaning down and kissing my neck, sucking, licking and biting as an attempt to make up for his transgressions.
I would scoff knowing his apology means nothing and let him keep mouthing at my neck, I would ignore my aching dick, it feels like my dick is gonna melt, it's so good.
I would lean in a pepper Kento's neck with gentle kisses, giving him a false sense that i'm not going to punish him then I would say something reassuring like âIt's okay love, you don't have to apologize.â
He would continue sobbing and marking my neck, switching to 'thank you's' instead of 'sorry', his eyes would widen when he feels my smirk against his neck and my hands lifting his hips, slowly pulling out my dick inch by inch making him whine.
I would press my lips just below his ear and whisper âJust be a good husband and take your punishment~.â then without warning slam him back down on my length making both of us moan.
Kento would let out a high pitch moan, his body slumping forward, his head resting against my shoulder, his fingers tangling in my hair as tears streaming down his pretty face, his toes curling as incoherent and broken moans fall out of his mouth as I lift him up and slam him back down on my length over and over again.
I would groan as his hole suck's my entire length in every time I pull out till just the tip and slam him back, his warm, wet gummy walls would fit my entire length perfectly, the perfect cock sleeve and he's all mine.
That very thought would make me go crazy as I tighten my grip on his hips and slam him down once more, my tip prodding his prostrate dead on making his head fall back as his jaw falls slack and a strangled moan tries to escape his lips but no sound comes out. Fucking glorious.
âFuckâ such a good slut- taking all of me without complaining, such a whore, my whore~.â I would groan out, rutting my hips upwards so the tip of my cock massages Kentos prostrate, making his brain completely switch off.
âAH~! FUCK- NGH~ MMMHM~ C-CAN'T~! T-too mUch~! S-So gooood~! Ah~ FUCK- P-please~! Wanna CUM! P-PLEASE GOD! LeMme cUm~! WAnNa cuM~ PLEASE SIR~! F-fill me up~! FUCK PLEASE FILL ME UP~!â Kento would mindlessly whine, desperately pleading for release, his large hands clawing at my back as he rock his hips against mine, trying to push himself over the edge but because I'm a cruel bastard I wouldn't let him cum so easily, especially after he came the first time without permission.
Besides cock sleeves don't get to make requests, even if he did ask nicely.
I would snicker, looking at his flushed, desperate fucked out face, eyes rolling to the back of his head, face flushed dark shades of red, sweat glistening across his beautifully bruised skin, his mouth moving spilling an endless stream of pleas for release.
He would be too fucked out to notice one of my hands leaving his hips, only registering the movement when my big, rough hand takes ahold of his leaking shaft, the calloused feeling of my hand on his rock hard, oversensitive dick would send a jolt of electricity down his spine and his eyes with snap open.
He would have cum right then and there if it weren't for the fact my hand is squeezing the base of his dick, hard, making it impossible to actually cum but that doesn't dampen the sheer shocks of pleasure from racking his brain, causing a pathetic whimper as his dick twitches and he has a brain melting dry orgasm.
âAh~ fuck! Look at you! You're squeezing my dick so fucking tight! Mhm~ good fucking boy! So desperate to milk my cock dry huh? Fuck~! You want it? You want my seed deep inside you-? Fuck, gonna be my cum dump? Yeah, yeah you're my fucking cum dump~! Mâ gonna breed you full~! Gonna let daddy take care of you hmm? Let me fuck my cum so deep in that tight pussy~? Imagine how fucking good you'd look stuffed full of my cum~! Gonna get you fucking pregnant~ Stuff you full and plug you up so none of my cum gets wasted~! Ah~ yes-! Fuck fuck fuck~! So good~ So fucking good for me Kento~! Want me to fill you up~? THEN TAKE IT-!â
I would moan out as his hole spasms around my dick, like he actively trying to milk me for everything I'm worth and who am I to deny my glorious husband's request. I would feel my dick twitching, the white hot coil in my stomach ready to burst.
I would wrap my hands around his waist picking him up so just the tip of my dick is still inside his velvety walls before slamming him back down, shoving my entire length inside his perfect pussy, my dick twitching in pure bliss as ropes of sticky cum paint his insides white, spitting ropes of hot cum so deep inside him.
I would be mercifully and release his dick, pathetic ropes of hot, white and clear cum dripping down his softening dick as a powerful orgasm leaves him completely limp in my lap, my throbbing dick still nestled deep within him.
He would nuzzle his face against my neck, tears streaming down his face, his legs shaking as he wraps his arms around me, trying to ground himself as he babbles out a multitude of 'thank yous', still trying to catch his breath as sweat drips down his body.
I would wrap my hands around his trembling frame, fingers delicately tracing the bruises on his hips, my face also nuzzled against his neck as I place soft kisses against his burning skin, slowly bringing him out of the clouds while whispering how good he was, how perfect he is and how lucky I am to have him.
We would sit like that for a while, my soft dick buried deep inside his abused hole, wrapped in each other's arms, softly muttering praises to each other as we got out breathing under control and came down from our highs.
âYou did so well my love, so good for me. Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?â I would suggest after we've been sitting there for about half an hour, he would have stopped trembling and gotten comfortable, slumped against me while he cock warms me.
He would tiredly nod, not having any strength to speak and I would put my hands under his thighs, slowly lifting him off my soft cock, he would groan at the feeling of my dick leaving his tight hole, my cum leaking out and dripping down his thighs.
I would get up and pick him up, his legs wrapping around my waist and his hands wrapped around my neck, his head resting on my shoulder as I carried him to the bathroom, still muttering soft praises in his ear.
We would get to the bathroom and I would put him down on the toilet seat, being gentle as I do so because I know hes sore, he would hiss as the cold lid of the toilet seat touches his bare ass but the cold feeling would be welcomed.
I would quickly start filling the tub with warm water, getting some bubbles and rose petals to make it even better because Kento deserves it.
Once the tub is full I would gently pick up Kento and deposit him in the tub, his no doubt exhausted body immediately sinking into the warm water, letting it loosen all his muscles.
I wouldn't smile as I get in behind him, putting both my legs on either side of his waist as he rests his back against my chest, my arms wrapping around his chest as I hold him close, once again muttering small praises into his ear.
Kentos body would go completely limp in the warm water, resting his head back against my shoulder, his eyes closed as he relaxes in my hold and lets me take care of him after fucking his brains out.
After a few minutes of simply soaking in the water and basking in each others presence I would start washing him, then wash his hair and gently finger all my cum out of his puffy hole, making sure not to overstimulate him too much.
Once we're both done bathing I would once again carry him to our room and gently lay him on the bed as I grab out matching pajamas.
Once we're both changed I'd climb into bed with him, our automatic position would be us spooning, me being the big spoon with my arm wrapped around his waist, holding his back flush against my chest as he curls up against me.
âYou were such a good boy today Kento, you did so well. You deserve to rest now, Darling. I love you baby, get some sleep.â I would whisper in his ear, my voice filled with genuine love and admiration as I kiss the back of his neck, resulting in a pleased sigh from Kento.
âMhm, I love you too daddy~ Goodnight.â he would mumble as he yawns, closing his eyes as he drifts off to sleep, his mind having been fucked free of any thoughts then slowly brought back down leaving him completely and utterly satisfied.
We would sleep soundly in each other's arms, knowing only safety and comfort in each other's embrace. I would fall asleep with a smile on my face, knowing I have my soulmate wrapped in my arms.
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Hazbin Hotel x Jeff the killer or BEN drowned reader.
Please?
SURE! Iâll do Jeff the killer as someone had requested I do BEN drowned! đŚđđ
HAZBIN HOTEL X JEFF THE KILLER! READER
prompt: after fighting with BEN drowned, Ben decided to send you into a showâŚ.
You were asleep snoring as Ben snickered holding up a tv that was playing a title card saying âHAZBIN HOTELâ and with that. He smacked you having you go inside the tv with a devilish smirk. You hit the ground as your body did a whole fucking Peter griffen pose đ
*metal sound* DAYUM!
You were screaming curses under your breath at Ben who just smirks at the tv and leaves whistling like a damn cartoon character. You dusted yourself off looking around this place.
âThe fuck is this?âŚ.â You said with a scowl looking aroundâŚthereâs a bunch of ruined buildings and fire everywhere. You walked around confused as some demons whistle at you. Literally catcalling you as one tried to grab you, when they tried to grab you. You stabbed their fucking hand smiling with that extended smile to your cheek.
âFuck you think you trying to do huh?â You said with a crazed smile as they fall holding their hand to see you arenât really a âgirlâ âYOUâRE A GUY??!â You rolled your eyes wanting to be sarcastic âNo. Ima killer..Now. Go. To. Sleep.â You said lastly stabbing the demon in its head. You kept walking as the bystanders move out of your way.
AND YEES WE ARE GOING WITH FANON LOOK INSTEAD OF THE CANNON LOOKđ¨ CANNON JEFF IS SOâŚ..
Letâs just skip ahead, so you went to the hotel as you seen an advertisement about redeemingâŚ.tbh you didnât give a fuck about redemption, you only needed a room.
Vaggie was definitely judging you by your looks as you had shaggy [idk if I wanna give you black hair or just your own color hair but you can imagine yourself as Jeff or nahh] hair and blood stained clothes. But soon later you turned out to be a chill person who helps their peers but also jokes around.
Alastor and you just stare at each other âsmilingâ at each other just waiting for the other to talk.
ââŚ..so like..are you always this ugly or were you born that wayâŚâ âmy smiley fellow, I was born for radioâŚâ âno you were born to be ugly-â
Alastor immediately hates you after that but your boldness is entertaining. He might just take you as a guest for his broadcast.
Angel would love to play with your hair and braid itâŚas you relax at the touch of Angelâs hands in your hair. It reminded you of how Sally braided your hair when she was bored.
Angel had put pink bows in your hair saying âthis is so coquetteđâ and you just stood there looking at the hand mirror he gave you. âAngel wtf. >:/â
You woke up to get your laundry to see your white jacket IN FUCKIN PINK?!
âANGELLLL! IMA CHOP OFF YOUR DI-â yeah angel hid in the bathroom as your anger was no match for any demonâŚ.
Lucifer will feel concern about your face as you donât lookâŚnormal I suppose. Heâll be probably have a clear weirded out face
I feel like you and Lucifer would have a weird friend dynamic as you just roll with his hyperactive activities.
âHow in the hell do you eat?â He says poking your open slit by your mouth. âI just eat. Simple as that.â You said at the king of hell.
Yeah I imagine Lucifer had put duck stickers on your jacket one time.
I imagine husk and JTK! Reader doing a drinking competitionâŚ.you owed husk 20 hellbucks. đĽ˛
Husk will actually tolerate JTK! Reader as they donât whine and donât complain much until something actually bothers him.
Sir Pentious would be scared of youâŚI mean if a normal person saw you. They would be horrified.
You give off a depressed Starbucks worker vibes who donât get paid for shitâŚ..literally a sinner would test you as Charlie or someone will have to hold you back as you swing your knife. âLET ME AT THEM YOU LIL SHI-â
The crew had always noticed you seemed to look more like a human other than a sinner or hell born. But they never really asked. I mean shit Alastor wanted to ask but Charlie had to tell him to stop it.
The egg boiz were scared of you until you saved Frank from cracking as he tried to reach the damn cookie jar.
You used your body to soften his fall as you hit your head on the ground. âGAH DAMN-â *crash* and then minutes later it was found out sir Pentious was watching over your knocked out body as Frank was telling how cool you saved him.
You sometimes try to call Ben to pick you up and this is how it goes: âBenâŚYOU SHORT STACK MOTHERFUCKA! YOU BETTA GET ME OUT OF HERE OR I WILL CUT YOUR LINK LOOKIN ASS-â he had you on voice mail as Ben was just chilling playing video games.
I headcannon you having to wear a fucking smiley mask to not scare off residentsđ
âHi welcome to the hazbin hotelâŚ.â You said in a dead tone flat. The sinner looked at you confused asking questions. â Why are you wearing a mask? Is your nose too big? Do you have bad breath? Are you sick? Are you ugly under the mask?â
You had enough as your eye twitched grabbing the sinner by their collar. âHow about I shove my foot up your-â âOKAYYY!â Charlie says seeing you about to give the sinner a piece of your mind as she grabs the sinner from your grasp. âHow about we show you around the hotelâŚâ
Yeah you donât do the greeter job no moreâŚ.
At least you get to give out food as husk serves drinks. That was at least a cool job as husk helped you serve out small little portions of the trays you used.
I headcannon niffty to make you a bug âflowerâ crown to show how she admires you.
I imagine Charlie would get you a metal shirt and you would be like. âoh thanks.â You smiled and took it.
You had a knife stash just incase you had to defend yourself. You love collecting knives when boredâŚ.
Keyword was HAD. Charlie found your knives and hid them from yourself as you had a sad puppy face at seeing your stash gone.
Imagine you just standin there and a Charlie had put stickers on your jacket saying, âgood job for not killing!â
Youâre such a good kidđ
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