#Helluva gif

[angelshizuka]

#that time blitz left vs that time he didn't wanna leave

HELLUVA BOSS 1.07 - Ozzie's 2.08 - The Full Moon

[jubileemon]

In the music video, Blitzø is represented by the Moon, while Stolas is associated with the ocean, initially walking on it before being submerged in it. This is actually very symbolic of their dynamic. The Moon controls the tides, but at the same time, it orbits around the Earth. Blitzø relies on Stolas and is drawn to the force of his power that he needs to accomplish his goals. However, Stolas is controlled by Blitzø's gravity as well, to the point of drowning in his emotions for the imp. They both profoundly affect one another.

Even the string that ties Blitzø and Stolas together is deeply symbolic. The majority is Stolas's blue, which is representing how much he's put into the relationship so far, as well as the massive amounts of feelings he's going through dealing with possibly losing Bitzø once he gives him the crystal. He has so much length to it because he's being so much more open about his feelings as well.

Meanwhile Blitzø's red is barely there because he doesn't, and possibly can't, put more into the relationship than he currently does. He has so much self-hatred that it's almost impossible for him to love anyone romantically, considering he doesn't even love himself. That and he's scared to put himself out there only to be hurt. He shows so few emotions and so his portion of string is immensely shorter. When it snaps, it all goes back to red on his end as all his trauma and repressed emotions about it flood back and envelope him in the moon once more.

Pay attention to the size of the moon. At first the moon was small, that is, these "walls" were thin or insignificant (this can be recognized from the childhood of Blitzo and Stolas, Blitzo was full of enthusiasm and hope, but now it is slowly fading away). Previously, Blitzo was more open, but after many events in his life, his walls began to increase (he was used by his father for profit, his best friend Fizzaroli suffered because of him, etc.), and eventually became huge and impenetrable (he does not share many things, not even with his own daughter, and he's afraid to trust Stolas on purpose). Even Stolas, with his tall stature, cannot compare with them. This literally shows that Blitzo can't trust anyone.

Stolas sees this and tries to break through them, but until they talk, the walls will not be possible to get through. It is precisely because this "barrier" cannot be destroyed that Stolas will give Blitzo the opportunity not to depend on him because of some kind of grimoire. The Moon's increasing size may also indicate that Blitzo is becoming a significant figure to Stolas. He wants to be with Blitzo not only physically (by type of sexual attraction), but also emotionally. In other words: Stolas fell in love with Blitzo seriously, not in childhood, when it was just sympathy, but real love, which is difficult to get rid of.

The symbolism of Blitzo as the Moon is very reflective of his and Stolas' relationship. Not only is it a callback to the fact that they mostly see each other once a month on a full moon to do “the deed”, but it it's also just a great metaphor for Blitzo as a character. Humanity has been fascinated by the Moon for a long time and tried to reach it for centuries and it was only in 1969 (relatively recently) that they managed to do it. The moon had always been this gorgeous, desirable, yet unreachable thing and that's exactly what Blitzo's love is from Stolas’ perspective.

Stolas' love for Blitzo is represented by the moon. First small and bright, something he can hold close and dear. Then larger, something harder to hold but something still fully within his grasp. Then at the end, impossibly large while also just out of reach

The moon also mirrors the power dynamics between Stolas and Blitzø, at the start with Stolas holding all the power, then Stolas putting himself at Blitzø’s level when he finally tries to look deeper and see what Blitzø needs and his walls. Then the moon grows larger than Stolas as he intends to give Blitzø the crystal so he doesn’t have to depend on him anymore. And now the power in the relationship shifted towards Blitzø. Whether the relationship continues is now up to him.

[marcomie12]

I am BEGGING you to draw more human Stolas and Blitzo! They look so freaking spot on! I gotta see more of them. 🥺🥰

Well I've got good news 😼

[WIP]

[chrolloluvr]

Hey, I saw some other headcanons similar to this and absolutely loved the concept! Adam x reader, love at first sight? Like he just makes it his mission to go out with reader afterwards?

Adam falling love at first sight

Note: TY FOR REQUESTING!!! This is also before the big fight on ep 8!

Female!Reader

Warnings: Cussing, creepy behavior, adam is smitten for you 🌺🌺

When he first sees you, he immediately was struck by an unfamiliar feeling. Who the hell is this chick?

He has never felt this way about Lilith, or even Eve, so what was different about you? He had to find out. And usually when he sees a pretty face on a woman, he thinks of vile, guttural thoughts. But with you, all he thought about was the way you looked so graceful, and how you carried yourself, and your beautiful eyes, and your glistening skin, and your-

Lute had violently interrupted him from his daydreaming, by basically yelling at him for the whole promenade to hear.

He had Lute immididietley do some detective digging on you. He at first was going to go up to you to ask for your digits, but he felt... nervous?

After lute reported back about her findings, she had told him all about you. He didn't know it, but he was truly in love. He just could not stop thinking about you, and how to get you.

He told Lute about these feelings, and when she explained, 'Sir, it seems you are in love', he flat out refuses it. He tries to convince himself you are just some hot broad, that he just happened to run into.

If he were in a meeting with Sera, he would have you running laps in his mind. Planning the next extermination? Goddamnit, get out of my head you stupid bitch!

He comes to the conclusion that to stop thinking about you, he needs to talk to you. So he sad Lute figure out your number and address, and thats when he tries to get with you.

This man will literally rehearse his first meeting with you in the mirror, as if he is a teenage boy going on his first date. But he isn't, and this is definitely not his first date, or at least, this is his first real time trying to impress a woman. Because usually, he does not need to act fly to get any girl he wants.

After you find out he is THE Adam, you flat out say no, because you dont want that kind of attention. So you start to ignore him. But that just motivates him to keep contacting you.

XXX-XXX-XXXX 5:31

Hey babes, wyd? you down for dinner tonight? Just you and me.

XXX-XXX-XXXX 5:33

Or maybe we can watch a movie and chill?

XXX-XXX-XXXX 5:47

C'mon babe, how can you refuse me? Ill meet you there in 30 ;)

XXX-XXX-XXXX 5:50

Hey, respond?

XXX-XXX-XXXX 7:10

Hey sugar, lets do something tmrw isntead since your clearly busy 😘

He will send you huge bouquets of flowers, along with a handmade book he made, filled with "anonymous love letters" which you can clearly tell are from him due to his messy handwriting.

He will then eventually "accidentally" bump into you. Every time he does, you are basically forced to talk to him and listen to his tangents, on how going out with him is the best choice you will ever make.

And honestly, he just does not stop bothering you. Even if you were to straight up tell him to leave you the fuck alone, he wont.

"Hey y/n whats up? Whacha doing tonight...? Maybe it can include me. im free yknow, if you ever wanna hang. Im great at choosing places or if you want you can choose-"

He is truly in love with you. He wants you to eventually be his future wife in his mind, making you the third. And in his mind, you already are.

If you just keep telling him off for months, hell, maybe even years, he will never get over you and your beauty.

If you eventually say yes to a date, he will be so excited, but will play it off because hes just chill like that. But he is down so bad for you, and honestly wants you all to himself.

[badgirlnwn]

📸👾asmodeus ando fizzarolli🎭📸

[the-irreverend]

Something tells me this would make for a great reaction gif...

[bloody-peach]

Snake Eyes (Helluva Boss: Striker x F!Reader smut fic)

(gif edit by me)

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Now Playing: Kaleo - Way Down We Go [headphones recommended]

Goodie Bag: flirting, rough sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, masturbation (f), cursing, dirty talk, striptease, vaginal fingering, creampie [let me know if I missed anything].

A/N: Who doesn't wanna fuck Striker? Like, come on. When he pinned Blitzø to the wall in his debut episode, I wanted to be in Blitzø's place so bad. So I decided to make a fic. It's pretty short, but it's still good, trust me. Enjoy!!

Taglist: @omniuravity @pinkhimecat @moths-and-mantids @neonvehk @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered and all Striker simps!

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Your life wasn’t the best at the moment. Your bitter ex put a bounty on your head for no reason, and this forced you to be on the run. You were currently in the Wrath ring, trying to outrun this bounty hunter that’s been on your ass for a while. It wasn’t fair that he was riding on a horse, but you were able to keep a good distance from him. Unfortunately, you didn’t know that he had a lasso on him. You gagged when the lasso wrapped around your neck tight, pulling you back and knocking you onto your ass. You tried to pull the rope off of you, but it was on tight. During your struggle, he walked up to you, looking down with a smirk on his face. His tail flicked in a flourish, making the same sound as a rattlesnake’s tail. “Gotta admit, you can run pretty fast. But not fast enough.” a rough male voice said. “I haven’t lost a catch in my entire life, and I ain’t starting today.” He pulled the lasso up and got you on your knees. You had a good look at him and recognized him immediately. This was Striker, the ruthless bounty hunter who hunted down and almost killed Prince Stolas. You were aware of his track record of bounty hunting, and you knew you were just another paycheck. ‘Fuck, he’s hot,’ you thought to yourself.

He eyed you up and down and said, “Hey, you’re a cute one. Not a bad body on you, either. Maybe I’ll have some fun with ya before I turn ya in.” You weren’t sure how, but this man just flipped your switch and you decided to flirt with him. When he loosened the lasso so you could speak, you smirked and looked at him with flirtatious eyes, saying, “Oh? Have I caught the eye of the famous bounty hunter, Striker?” Striker’s eyes narrowed, momentarily taken aback by your smirk. His grin remained plastered on his face, however, as he leaned in further, his breath brushing your cheek. “Famous, eh?” He repeated, drawing out the word. “Maybe I am, maybe I ain’t,” he chuckled softly, running a hand through his snowy hair. “But there ain’t no doubt that I’m the best around these parts.” He paused, looking you up and down with a predatory gleam in his golden eyes. “And now that I got ya, well...you got a few options.”

“Option one, sweetheart,” He began, gesturing to the lasso around your neck. “We could keep things simple and quick. I turn you in, you’re executed, and I pocket that hefty bounty on your cute little head. Easy peasy lemon squeezy, right?” He winked, a mischievous smile tugging on his lips. “Or option two, we have ourselves a bit of fun, see how much you enjoy it..or how much I do. And then I decide whether you’re worth keeping around or not. Sound good?” You liked where this was going, so you smile and say, “Personally, I like option two better, wouldn’t you agree? Maybe if we hit it off, we can fake my death and split the bounty. I got quite a bounty on me, so if we split it, we’d be richer than even those Goetias.” Striker’s eyes widened as he smiled, clearly surprised at your words. “Ya reckon? Now there’s an idea,” he said, running a finger along your jawline. “Well, alright. Let’s give ol’ option two a go, see how it feels. But understand something, sweetheart, if I feel like you’re lyin’, tryin’ to trick me, I ain’t above changin’ my mind and sendin’ you straight to yer maker.” As he helped you stand up, Striker adjusted his hat and walked closer to you, looming over you. “Now, don’t think you can run off, darlin. That ain’t an option.” He smirked, his voice low and seductive. “I’m in control here, always. Otherwise, we ain’t got no game here.” You were getting turned on so much the more this went, so you smiled and said, “Well, that’s good, because it wouldn’t be any fun if I was the one in control.” A sinister grin spread across Striker’s face, his eyes flickering with excitement. “That’s more like it,” he growled, grabbing your arm and throwing you onto his horse. Once he got on, he made you wrap your arms around his waist, saying, “Hold on tight now.” With that, you two were off.

It was sunset when he stopped at a hotel and got you two a room. Once he brought you in the room, he pinned you to a wall and gazed down your body, lingering on your chest, before locking back on your eyes. “I bet you taste real sweet, don’t cha?” He murmured, his finger tracing a slow circle on your throat. “Between those legs of yours, you prolly taste like heaven.” He grabbed you and pulled you close to him, his body pressing against yours, the hard lines of muscle evident beneath his clothes. You blushed, but felt so turned on as you said, “Well..only one way to find out.” Striker grinned, his grip tightening on your waist as he pressed his groin against yours. “Oh, I’m gonna,” he growled, his hand sliding down your body and undoing your pants. “Real soon, darlin’. Real soon.” He leaned in, his mouth brushing against your ear as he whispered, “But first, I wanna watch you squirm, feel your body shake with pleasure before I taste every inch of ya.” He broke away, stepping back and fixing his coat. “Strip for me,” He said, his voice deep and commanding. “Slow and sexy, darlin’. Don’t forget, I’m in control here.” He lit a fresh cigar, puffing on it as he watched you undress, his eyes never leaving your body.

You nodded and you started to strip nice and slowly, giving him a bit of a show with a little strip tease. Striker’s eyes widened, his nostrils flaring as he took in the sight before him. Your slow, erotic dance had rendered him speechless, but not for long. He swallowed hard, his fingers drumming on his belt. Soon, you were completely nude, your arousal evident as he noticed your juices dripping down your thigh. “Damn, girl,” He muttered, his voice shaky. “Look at ya, drippin’ an’ ready for me.” He slowly approached, putting his cigar out and throwing it out as he reached for you. He wrapped an arm around you, his hand groping your ass as his other hand brushed against your wet flesh, a low chuckle escaping him. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he praised, his hand running along the curve of your hips. You let out a series of moans as he started to rub your pussy, his fingers skillfully playing with your folds and clit. Striker couldn’t help but chuckle as he felt how wet and responsive your pussy was beneath his fingers. “Just wait til I’m inside of ya,” he breathed into your ear, his words coming out heavy. “Ain’t nothin’ like havin’ you clench around me, feeling every throb and twitch.” He slid one finger inside you, feeling your walls contract around him. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He pushed in another finger, his cock straining painfully within his pants. “I’m gon’ fuck you so hard, baby. Make you scream my name when I reach that sweet spot.” His hand started moving faster, thrusting in and out of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Feel that, darlin’? Imagine it bein’ me -- my cock poundin’ into ya, fillin’ you up.” Just the thought of his cock stretching your pussy out made you even wetter and made you moan more as he continued fingering you. “Fuck, baby,” Striker swore, his arousal threatening to burst through his jeans. “You ain’t no liar, are ya?” He chuckled darkly. “Your pussy’s so damn greedy for me, already wanting more.” He took his fingers out, watching as they glistened with your essence. You watched as he licked his fingers clean, a sinister look in his eyes when he looked at you, saying, “I was right. Your pussy do taste like heaven.” He cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Tell me, darlin’, do ya wanna feel me inside of you? Then get on your knees and beg for it.” He demanded, his voice thick with lust. “If I’m gonna take ya, you best beg for it properly.”

You nodded and got on your knees, looking up at him and putting on your best puppy-dog eyes as you said, “Please, Daddy..I want your hard cock..give it to me..I need it so badly..please fuck me...I’ll do anything you want..” Striker’s eyes darkened with hunger, his heart pounding in his chest. “That’s my girl,” he praised, reaching for his belt buckle. Unbuckling it, he let his jeans drop, revealing his thick erection standing tall and proud. He smirked, holding his cock and aiming it at your mouth. “Anything I want, huh?” He mused, running a hand through his hair. “Well, since ya asked so nicely, I’ll start easy. Take my cock in yer mouth and suck it like a good girl,” he commanded, his eyes never leaving your face. “Prove how much ya want it.”

You nodded and gently grabbed his cock, stroking it and licking up the shaft. You then kissed the tip of his cock and slid his cock into your mouth, sucking on it as you moaned. Striker hissed, his hand fisting in your hair as you took him into your mouth. “Goddamn, that’s good,” he groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. “You got some skills with that tongue, that’s for sure.” He tugged your hair, guiding your movements. “Swallow me down, deep throat me,” he grunted, his pace picking up. “Make me feel that warm, wet throat around my dick.” His breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking hard. “Don’t stop, keep going. Show me how much ya need this cock.” You did as he said and took more of his cock in your mouth, feeling it go down your throat and slightly gagging until you were able to relax your throat, making things much easier. Soon, you were able to deepthroat him to the point of your lips touching his hilt. Striker’s eyes rolled back as he tilted his head back, his fingers digging into your scalp. “Fuck, yeah..” he moaned. “Take it all, darlin’, show me how much you love it.” His thrusts became more aggressive, his body trembling. “Keep goin’, make me lose myself in your mouth.” You sucked even more, making sure your tongue massaged his shaft. You reached towards your pussy and you started to touch yourself as you sucked him off, clearly turned on from the experience as your juices dripped onto the hardwood floor. Striker’s eyes narrowed, his breaths coming out harsh and uneven. “You’re gonna make me cum like this, aren’t ya?” He growled, his grip tightening on your hair. “I fucking love a woman who knows what she wants.” He pulled out, his cock glistening with saliva. “But I’m in control here, remember? So, enough of that,” He said hoarsely, grabbing your arm and throwing you onto the bed, soon pushing you down and hovering over you. “Time to get that pretty pussy stretched wide.”

He put his hands on your hips, his eyes locked on your dripping pussy. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Cause I’mma ride ya so hard, mark my words..” You spread your legs wider, your pussy twitching with anticipation. Striker grinned, his eyes gleaming with danger. “Perfect,” he murmured, positioning himself between your legs. “Now, tell me if you want me to be gentle or rough.” He teased, his tip brushing against your entrance. “Your choice, darlin’.” His eyes bore into yours, waiting patiently for your decision. “Remember, you asked for this. Now choose wisely.” You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck, saying, “That depends, sexy. How do you want it? You’re the one in charge here. I’m just here to take it like a good girl.” Striker’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Damn right you are, darlin’. I’m in control.” He growled, thrusting into you forcefully. “But don’t worry, I’ll give ya a taste of both.” He began with a steady rhythm, his hips grinding against yours. “Like that, huh?” He sighed, his voice tinted with satisfaction. “Worried you wouldn’t be able to handle me, but look at ya takin’ it like a champ.” As he pistoned in and out of you, his pace increased. You were tight, so fucking tight around him. You just lost it as his size stretched you out so good, moaning as he kept thrusting, “Ohhh fuck..yeah..!” Striker’s eyes heated up, his thrusting becoming even wilder. “You love it, eh?” He snarled, gripping your hips tightly. “Takes a real man to stretch ya out like this, don’t it?” He leaned down, whispering in your ear. “But I ain’t done with ya yet.” His grip tightened as he pulled out of you. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard now, got it?” Without waiting for an answer, he slammed into you again, his thrusts erratic and violent. “Like that? Wanna see how far you can take it?” He snarled, his pace unrelenting. “Show me how much you can take!”

Your pleasure had reached its peak, crying out in pure ecstasy, “Ahh..! Ohhh..S..Striker..! Yes..! Harder..! Deeper..!” Striker roared, his thrusts becoming even more savage. “Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he gritted out, his breathing labored. “Ya like that, huh?” He reached down, rubbing your clit roughly. “Don’t hold back, darlin’,” he ordered, his pace not slowing. “Let me hear you scream.” His cock slid in and out of you like lightning, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. “Goddamn, I’m gonna paint your walls with my cum,” he promised, his eyes blazing. “Can’t wait to hear ya scream my name.” “Y-Yes..! Please...fill me up...make me yours...ohh fuck..!” You moved your hips to match his thrusts, intensifying the pleasure for both of you. “Ohhh fuck, your cock feels so good, baby..!” Striker growled, feeling you meet his thrusts. “That’s it, darlin’,” he encouraged, his pace increasing. “Fuck, I ain’t gonna last much longer.” He grabbed the back of your head, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You kissed him back, moaning in his mouth as your tongues did an erotic dance. Striker broke the kiss and looked you in the eye. “Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he demanded, his voice raw with desire. “Do ya want me to fill ya up?” His thrusts became more desperate, his hips slamming into yours with all his might. “Tell me what you need, baby girl.” “I..I need you to fill me...fuck me in all of my holes...fill me up full of your cum until I can’t take any more..use me..break me..!” you cried out. Striker’s eyes flashed, his entire being focused on satisfying your request. “Goddamn, that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” he snarled, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. It’s not too long until he came deep inside you, filling your pussy up to the brim. “Gah, fuck..” he groaned. He quickly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, wiping his cockhead on your ass before aligning it with your back door. “Ready for another round, darlin’?” He asked, his voice thick with lust.

With a swift motion, he plunged into your ass, making you gasp. “I’mma fill every hole ya got,” he promised, his thrusts frantic. “Feel every inch of my cock inside ya.” His cock slid in and out of you, fucking you mercilessly. “How’s that, huh?” He panted, his grip tightening on your hips. “Need me to go faster, slower?” You gripped tightly on the bedsheet, your teeth gnashing down on the fabric as you lost your mind even further, moaning as he fucked your ass so good, “Ohh yeah...more..fuck me more...don’t stop..” Striker smiled cruelly, his thrusts becoming even harder. “Atta girl,” he praised. “I ain’t gonna stop until you drain every bit of cum from my cock.” He slapped your ass, hearing you whimper. “Scream for me, Y/N,” he commanded, leaning down to bite your neck. “Let everyone know who you belong to.” “S..Striker...ahh...Striker...I..I belong to you..!!” Striker smirked, biting down on your neck to make sure a mark would be left behind, a sign of ownership. “That’s my girl.” His thrusts grew frenzied, his cock stretching your ass to its limit. “So goddamn tight,” he snarled, his pace ruthless. “I’mma make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” You soon could feel the knot in your belly starting to wind up and soon, you moan out, cumming hard. Finally, he came inside you again, his orgasm shaking his entire body. He kept thrusting into you, elongating both of your orgasms.

“There ya go, baby,” he chuckled, collapsing beside you. “I hope I filled you up good.” You crawled up to him and laid your head on his chest. “Oh, you did so much more than fill me up, baby...” you said, your voice slightly slurred. Striker chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. “Glad to be of service, sweetheart,” he said, his breath still slightly ragged. “Guess ya liked it rough, huh?” He put his hand on top of your head and nuzzled you, his heartbeat slowly returning to normal. “Don’t worry, darlin’,” he whispered, running a hand through your hair. “Next time, I’m gonna be gentler.” He watched you snuggle into him, making him smirk. “Unless you beg for more, of course,” he teased, his eyes twinkling. “But for now, let’s figure out how to pull the wool over that bastard’s eyes and how we’re gonna split that bounty.”

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[jullsisfangirling]

Here again, please bear me for another round.

You know how much Blitzo is obsessed with M&M relationship and how he wants to squeeze himself in there? Like how much he wants to fuck them?

I don’t think he is romantic towards them at all.

He also offered to fuck Fizz after they made up.

I believe that he thinks that the only way to maintain non family relationships is through sex. I believe that he thinks that’s the only thing he has to offer.

He loves ‘em.

He is just too fucked up.

[cherryrainn]

Hiiii, your writing is the best ! 💞

Can we have Verosika+crew (poly) with a s/o who's recovering from SA, they encounter some demon who makes some comments (no need to specify) that basically made the reader get into a panick attack and remember what they went through and then just fluff and comfort.

Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable

SANCTUARY .

; pairing ; verosika mayday & her posse x reader

; note ; thank you so much! this doesn't make me uncomfortable. thank you for your ask and your kind words!!

; warnings ; mentions of past trauma, panic attack, and a brief description of distressing memories.

verosika and her crew were strutting down the crowded streets, turning heads and drawing attention wherever they went. your presence at verosika's side didn't go unnoticed, and demons around couldn't help but stare at the alluring succubus and her entourage.

as you walked, enjoying the company of verosika and the crew, a particularly obnoxious demon crossed your path. he leered at you, a disgusting grin on his face, and muttered some vile comments under his breath. the words cut through you like a knife, triggering a cascade of painful memories and emotions.

a sudden wave of panic washed over you, your breath caught in your throat as your mind replayed haunting memories, the demon's words acting as a cruel catalyst. panic gripped you, and it felt like the world around you was closing in.

verosika, sensing your distress, immediately stepped forward. "back off," she hissed at the offending demon, her eyes ablaze with a fiery determination. the rest of the crew formed a protective circle around you, expressions ranging from anger to concern.

the demon, now realizing the gravity of the situation, slinked away, leaving behind a trail of discomfort. verosika turned her attention to you, her demeanor softening.

"hey, baby," she spoke gently, "you're safe with us. no one here's ever let anything harm you." the rest of the crew nodded in agreement, their expressions filled with genuine concern.

that didn't help. not at all. you could barely even hear her. you were hyperventilating, your body trembling. your mind was racing, replaying the horrific events of your past. tears were streaming down your cheeks, blurring your vision.

you struggled to speak, struggling to find your voice. "please," you managed to choke out, "don't touch me."

verosika paused for a moment, thinking. she had no intention of hurting you, or causing you any more pain. she took a deep breath, steadying herself. she needed to be calm and reassuring, to let you know that everything was going to be okay.

"y/n," she said softly, "i'm not gonna hurt you. no one is going to hurt you." she slowly reached out her hand, her expression warm and understanding. "we just wanna help you. can i hold your hand?"

you looked at her hand, her words starting to sink in. you hesitated, but eventually nodded. she gently took your hand, lacing her fingers with yours. "that's it," she murmured, "it's okay, i'm here. we're all here for you."

she held your hand, and you could feel the love and support radiating from her. she gave you a small, reassuring smile, and you began to calm down. the world around you felt less threatening, and you started to regain control of your breathing.

you could still feel the effects of the panic attack, but you were starting to feel better. the rest of the crew, sensing your change in demeanor, relaxed. they gave you smiles of encouragement, and you could see the relief in their eyes.

verosika rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb. "how about we go somewhere a little quieter?" she suggested, "somewhere you can relax and take your time."

you nodded, and she led you away from the crowd, the rest of the crew following close behind. she took you to a secluded park, a quiet, peaceful place away from the chaos of the city.

as you walked, she never let go of your hand. you didn't notice, but milky, who was on your other side was holding your hand as well, offering words of comfort and reassurance. they could feel your pulse slowing, and the tension in your body easing. they smiled, knowing that they were helping you.

they brought you to a bench, and you and verosika both sat down. you took a deep breath, savoring the peace and quiet. the crew settled around the bench, keeping a respectful distance.

verosika squeezed your hand, and you could see the love and concern in her eyes. "do you wanna talk about it?" she asked softly, her tone gentle and understanding.

you shook your head. she knew about it already, everyone in the crew did. and you weren't sure if you were ready to relive those painful memories.

"it's okay," she said, "you don't have to. i'm here for you, whatever you need." she leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, her lips soft against your skin.

you closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling. you could feel the anxiety and fear fading away, replaced by a sense of warmth and safety. you smiled, letting out a sigh of contentment.

you felt verosika's hand cup your cheek, and you opened your eyes to meet hers. she looked at you with such love and adoration, her gaze filled with compassion. "we love you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

"i love you guys too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. the words filled you with a sense of peace and joy, and you knew that everything was going to be okay.

[ir0nskin]

Helluva Boss - Season 2 Episode 7; Glitz & Glam

[luna-naoffcial]

My Crimrinal Lover

—PART ELEVEN

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! Reader

Warning: Foreplay Smut!

PART ONE || PART TEN || PART TWELVE ||

Your eyes fluttered open seeing your husband was already awake, his honey coloured gaze meeting your (e/c). "Good morning, dear," Alastor greeted you with a gentle smile. "Were you watching me sleep?" you said, your voice still laced with drowsiness. "I couldn't help but admire the sight before me," he replied, his words filled with affection. You giggled at that before letting out a yawn. "You're still tired, aren't we?" Alastor teased. "Well, we did get back late," you mumbled.

"Correction, I carried you back." Alastor reminded you. "I had a little to drink." "Love, I had de ja vu from when we were 19. You once again tried to climb me, I didn't mind since you're my wife now but again I stopped it because you simply were not sober to consent, and I'd hate for your first time be like that." "I need to stay away from alcohol." You groaned. "Occasionally, alcohol reveals one's true thoughts, my dear. Either you're a horny drunk or simply you just can't keep your hands off me." Alastor said with a grin. You felt your cheeks heat up. "And what makes you think that?" "You're always asking me to grab you. Does the thought of me touching you turn you on?" Alastor then taunted.

You were left speechless and flustered. "Just tell me what you want, darling. I'm happy to fulfil your needs." He then whispered in a seductive tone. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat. You wanted to say it but felt embarrassed. He wasn't wrong. You want him to touch you to explore every depth of your body. How he had this confidence baffled you. But then he was a very confident cocky man, when he wants something he will make sure he knows what he is doing. "Don't be embarrassed, darling. I'm not asking to have sex with you if that's not what you want. It doesn't have to be straight away just because we're married now." Alastor reassured with a smile.

"I guess I kinda want to know... how it feels to uh be touched in a pleasurable way as... I've never masturbated before." You admitted. Alastor had to hold back the shocked expression. "I know... it's embarrassing, 22, and I don't know what it feels like to be pleasured in any way." You shamefully admitted. "Darling, masturbation and sex is a choice, not a must. Just because we're married don't think you need to do any of that to please me. I want you to be comfortable, not forced." Alastor said with reassurance.

"It's not that I don't want to do it. I do... it's just... I'm nervous and I.. I don't know what I'm doing..." "You think I do? Love is all about exploring. Everyone enjoys different things, ma chérie."

"I'm so uneducated, gosh!" You nervously giggled, smacking your hands over your face. Alastor pulled your hands away, smiling. "We can educate each other, although I haven't experienced sex myself, I have masturbated." He truthfully said.

"Well, that does make me feel a bit better." You nervously mumbled, knowing he hasn't had sex with another woman as you were ashamed to ask. Alastor found that amusing, yet he couldn't help but gaze at you with admiration. You took a moment to contemplate the situation.

"Can you..." Alastor raised an eyebrow, patiently waiting for you to complete your sentence. "Touch me." You said, feeling your cheeks burn. "Touch you where?" Alastor then teased. "Stop. I'm getting flustered." You whined as Alastor chuckled. "I can darling, only if you want this, though." Alastor asked once more. "I do.". "Well then, since our schedule is clear, we might as well begin our first lesson," Alastor remarked playfully, eliciting a smile and laughter from you.

For a brief moment, your gazes locked. Alastor closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You reciprocated, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation of his lips enjoying this alone.

You felt his hand stroke up your thigh, going under your nightgown, almost shivering at his hand being close. Alastor slowly rubbed over your covered sex feeling the piece of material that was in the way. He gently withdrew from the kiss and momentarily gazed at you with a serious look. "Are you certain that this is what you want, my dear?" You nodded, biting your bottom lip staring into his eyes and how they've darkened and clouded with lust. Alastor hand slowly slipped inside your underwear, feeling the contact of his fingers rubbing up your folds. "You're already wet for me darling, it seems you've been wanting me to do this for a while now, hmm?" He whispered teasingly, watching your reaction as you wanted to just hide your face.

"A few years." You shamefully admitted. "Well, I'm glad you only want me to... help you." He said. Alastor found the buddle of nerve slowly teasing you with a slow circular motion. "Oh..." You suddenly gasped. "Does that feel nice?" Alastor hummed. "It...um...uh." You stuttered with your words getting lost to the new founding feeling. Alastor rubbed a bit faster. You felt yourself arch your back as your jaw hung low. "Oh my gosh," you cried out. Alastor was enjoying the sight of your pleasand begging. Only he was able to make you feel this way. "Don't stop." You suddenly moaned. Alastor almost... almost lost control hearing your moan. "Oh darling, you don't know what you're doing to me right at this moment." He chuckled darkly, feeling his pants tighten on him. You shamefully started thrusting your hips up without your control, feeling something building up in your core. "Oh gosh, what's happening." You cried. "You're about to have your first orgasm my dear. Let it out for me." Alastor whispered lowly.

Your body listened to his command as youcried out in ectasy, feeling your sex convulse from your orgasm breathing heavily from it. "There we go..." Alastor cooed. He slowly pulled his hands away, bringing his fingers to his mouth. "Mmm, you taste good too." "Oh Alastor stop I'm gonna be a permanent tomato today." You panted out blushing once again. "Oh my darling wife, you enjoyed it, did you not?" Alastor taunted. "Gosh, that felt way too good. Then I expected it to be." You admitted. "Good." Alastor pecked your lips. "I'm gonna take a cold shower now." He mumbled. "I won't be long." It took you a moment to think about why he is having a cold shower.

"Al?" Alastor paused at the bedroom door, glancing at you with a raised eyebrow. "Can I help you with it?" "Help with what?" Alastor's brow furrowed in confusion. Your gaze lowered to his crotch area as he now caught on. He was momentarily surprised when you made that suggestion. "My dear, I couldn't possibly ask you to do such a thing." "You said this was our first lesson. I want us both to be a part of it," Alastor felt his cock twitch when you said that. What are you doing to me woman, he thought.

"Hand or mouth?" You suddenly asked. His eyes widened in surprise at that. You couldn't help but feel a little amused at his reaction, considering it a small payback for his earlier actions. "U-Uh..." "From that reaction, you want my mouth don't you?" The abrupt surge in confidence was unexpected, leaving even Alastor momentarily at a loss for words.

You approached your husband who was still standing where he was, you slowly got down on your knees and started pulling his pyjama pants with his boxer down. "Darling..." Alastor warned. "Yes?" You smiled innocently up at him. "You don't have to do this...." He whispered.  "I know, but I want to please my husband too, you can experience something for the first time as well." You said. Alastor was still lost for words, unable to adequately express the profound depth of love he held for you. You slowly lowered your gaze staring down at a cock for the first time as it leaked some pre cum.

Taking it in your hand, you slowly brought your mouth over the tip using your tongue to lick some of it up. This made Alastor gasp from the contact. "Fuck." He hissed under his breath. Satisfied you took more of him in your mouth surprising yourself as well as him. "Oh gosh, how -" Alastor could barely speak as he moaned, feeling your mouth work up and down his length.

Alastor threw his head back, enjoying this more than his hand job running his hand through your hair. He slowly looked down to see your pretty mouth take him in whole. "Gosh I wanna fuck that innocent little mouth of yours." Alastor growled feeling himself reaching his high. You felt himself about to cum encouraging to suck more faster, Alastor was thrusting more into your mouth clouded by the pleasure. "Fuck, fuck." He panted, suddenly Alastor gasped out a moan as you felt his seed fill the back of your throat.

Alastor was panting trying to regain his composure feeling a bit lightheaded. You slowly pulled out and stood yourself back up. "How was that?" You whispered as you stared into his half lidded eyes. "My dear, you do surprise me." He chuckled out breathlessly. "Glad I can return the favour." You said being rather impressed with yourself. "Oh darling, you may do that whenever you wish, and I shall not express any objections." Alastor chuckled as he gently drew you close, embracing you in a tender and affectionate kiss. You couldn't help but smile into it, pleased you were able to satisfy your husband..

"Hello, mother," Alastor greeted, kissing his mother's cheek respectfully. "How are you, my dear? How is your wife?" She smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with adoration. Alastor's cheeks flushed slightly. "Mother, please," he chuckled nervously. "I was merely hinting if I might be blessed with a grandchild in the near future." "There is no news of that nature to share at this time," Alastor replied. "Well, Alastor, I must say, I am quite proud of the gentleman you have become," Tara remarked with a hint of pride in her voice. You entered Alastor's childhood home, knocking politely on the door. "Hello, Tara," you greeted warmly.

"Oh, my dear, please call me 'Mama' now. We are family, after all!" she exclaimed, embracing you with open arms. You laughed softly, accepting her affectionate gesture. "Thank you, Mama. I am doing well. And yes, before you ask, Alastor treats me wonderfully. I am truly fortunate to have him as my husband," you replied, turning to Alastor with a loving smile before she could question how he's been treating you. "Oh, wonderful news! I'm so happy this has finally happened. Watching you two fall in love had been remarkable to witness from Maria and I. You two were definitely made for each other." Tara proudly said

"Now that we are both present, I was contemplating -" As Tara was making her way towards the kitchen, her speech began to slur, and her body abruptly collapsed onto the floor. You stared with wide eyes in a state of shock, while Alastor swiftly rushed to her assistance. "Mother!" Alastor exclaimed in a tone filled with concern. "Tara?" You stuttered out.

.......

You slowly crouched down beside Alastor, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Alastor, sweetheart..." After the funeral, everyone respectfully departed for their homes. However, Alastor remained at the burial site, unable to bring himself to leave the place where his mother had been laid to rest. He was gazing at her gravestone, reading the epitaph repeatedly. His face was devoid of any emotion, and it caused you concern. Your cheeks were still damp from your tears. "Let us return home..."

"I would be grateful if I could have some time to myself." Alastor responded calmly. "Al -" "(Y/N), for your own safety, I would prefer to be left alone." Alastor stated more sternly, his gaze shifting towards you.

His eyes, usually filled with warmth and life, now held a profound emptiness, devoid of any light or emotion. "Sure... sweetheart. Just... please be safe, ok?" You said. Alastor averted his gaze, directing it back to the gravestone of his mother. With a sigh, you rose to your feet and departed, leaving Alastor to grieve alone. As you made your way back home, you gently closed the door and slid down against it. "Oh, dear god... why did you take her from us so soon?" you uttered in a choked voice, breaking down into tears.

The loss of Alastor mother felt like losing your mother all over again. You recalled how Alastor had held you all night, and now you felt guilty for leaving him alone, even though that was what he had wished for. After what appeared to be an eternity, you managed to regain your composure. You stood up, removed your coat, and kicked off your shoes. You decided to get a glass of water. As you raised it to your mouth, the door slammed open, and Alastor entered. You froze, your eyes widening in shock at the state your husband was in. Alastor entered the room covered in the blood of his victim with the knife still in his hand as he appeared to be in distress, pulling at his hair.

You gently placed your glass down and approached him with caution. "Al... Dear," you whispered softly. Alastor slowly locked eyes with you feeling a sense of comfort as he quickly paced dropping the knife, He sank to his knees, embracing your waist as tears streamed down his face for the first time today.

You felt your heart sink into your stomach frozen in the spot as you felt your own tears well up again hearing Alastor, with tears streaming down his face, let out a sorrowful cry for the first time as his forehead was resting against your stomach. Slowly, you threaded your fingers through his brown locks, seeing nothing but a broken boy who had just lost his mother. You were not bothered by the blood now staining your outfit as Alastor had just lowered his shield, revealing his vulnerability.

Next day

Your eyes fluttered open, and you frowned slightly. You could not recall falling asleep the previous night. As you found yourself in the centre of the room, you gently turned your head to the right and observed Alastor slumbering peacefully next to you. His eyes gradually opened, and for a fleeting moment, he appeared disoriented until his gaze met yours. "Good morning," he mumbled. You slowly sat up with a groan from the hard flooring. That was not a restful experience. "Poor decision-making on our part," Alastor said, also groaning from the pain as he sat up.

At that moment, he observed that his body was now covered in dried blood from the person he gruesomely murdered last night. As he glanced in your direction, he observed that you were covered in the blood as well. For a brief moment, he experienced confusion until he recalled the events that transpired last night.

"Darling, I've ruined your outfit." Alastor, frowned a bit, trying to keep his smile up, "That's the least of my concerns. Don't worry." You reassured. There was a momentary pause. "Al... is there anything you would like to... discuss?" You then inquired. Those tears last night suggested there was more to it. Alastor's expression softened as he averted his gaze. He then sighed, looking back into your (e/c).

"She was very proud of me, as she believed her son to be a perfect and charming gentleman who would never do anything wrong. she didn't know her son was a sadistic cannablist psychopathic killer who enjoys the thrill of making people I kill suffer. How do you tell your mother that? How do you tell her that I will not be seeing her in heaven. She would be ashamed. I don't want her to know that side of me, I don't want her to look at me differently."

Alastor stared for a moment. "If you ever get reunited with my mother... please don't tell her why her son never made it to heaven... I've come to terms with the fact that I won't be able to see her... ever again." "Oh Al, don't lose -" "Darling! I understand your concern for me, but I must accept my fate and the consequences of my actions. I will be sent to hell for my misdeeds while you, my dear, will join our mothers in heaven. You are far too pure and innocent to be subjected to the torments of hell. I can only hope that one day, after our deaths, we will be reunited in the afterlife. Until then, I will cherish the memories of our time together and hold onto the hope that we will meet again." You were left speechless by that.

"But for now, we have so much to live for and do. What do you say? Shall we rent a yacht for the day and explore the sea?" Alastor suggested with a grin. "Wait, really?" You suddenly frowned. "My dear, you always forget I have money, don't you?" Alastor chuckled. You only shrugged. "Because I only see you, and you only." "You are truly remarkable, and I am deeply grateful to have you as my wife." He whispered as he moved closer, and you responded by gently pressing your lips against his. As you departed, you noticed the radiant and inviting glow in his honey orbs. "Shall we go take a nice relaxing bath together, I believe we are a bit untidy, don't you think?" You chuckled as Alastor smiled. "Certainly, my dear. I would be delighted to bathe with you in my arms."

He stood up, stretching his body before extending his hand to assist you. You graciously accepted his help, and he pulled you up."After you, my lady," he said politely. "How kind of you," you replied with a smile as you both made your way to the bathroom for a relaxing soak.

23 years old

Alastor's behaviour has raised concerns following the unfortunate death of his mother a year ago. Upon examining her personal belongings, it came to light that she had been involved in the practice of black magic. This revelation has had a profound impact on Alastor, leading him down a path of darkness and intrigue towards voodoo and all these types of rituals. While trust in Alastor remains, the situation is unsettling and requires careful consideration. After all, it was not the most reliable or ethical form of magic to be involved with.

You have observed a slight change in Alastor's behaviour because of it. But you accepted it. You had to, you thought. After all, what more can he do? He is a cannablist serial killer, after all. "Hello, my dear!" Alastor entered the room with a friendly smile. "Is everything alright?" You inquired with a hint of curiosity, noticing the mischievous spark in his eyes.

"Oh, it's just something I discovered beneath a floorboard; it's not a big deal." He chuckled politely, attempting to dismiss the subject. Alastor had been spending time at his mother's house, meticulously examining every detail with careful observation. "Hmm, ok." You unexpectedly felt his arms wrap around you from behind as he affectionately kissed your cheek. "Alastor, where is all this affection coming from?" You chuckled, not at all displeased.

"Can I not express my affection for my beloved wife?" He whispered gently in your ear. "Hmm, I don't know" You grinned slightly as you turned around in his grasp. Alastor smirked at your remark as he leaned down and captured your lips with his.

Although you were taken aback, as he suddenly lifted you up from under your thighs, catching you by surprise. "Al!" You let out a soft laugh as he chuckled at your reaction, gently placing you on the table with him in between your legs. "You know, I've been craving you recently." He suddenly mumbled as he brought his lips onto your neck. "A lot more than just touching and tasting you. I want to be inside you..." He whispered seductively. Your heart began racing in your chest. "I wondered if we could explore further, more deeper, and perhaps even break the barrier?" You experienced a slight chill run down your spine, causing you to release a soft, involuntary gasp.

"I can see you want to, tell me darling how do I really make you feel?" He whispered lowly into your ear as you felt his hands now resting on your inner thighs, slowly stroking up and down your soft skin in a teasing manner.

Your eyes met his gaze, seeing the clouded haze over his honey orbs. "I..." You hesitated, struggling to find the right words as his intense gaze rendered you speechless. "Oh darling, it appears you are at a loss for words." He chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Al..." He became a bit serious. "Yes, my dear?" He hummed politely.. "I trust you too... take my virginity. I believe I'm ready for the next step. "You confessed. It's been a year now and although you enjoyed the foreplay of touching each other. You were happy to go farther. Alastor's eyes widened momentarily as a smile graced his countenance. "What made you ready, darling?" "Al, I have always been prepared, but I had been a little hesitant to bring up the topic." You sense your cheeks to become warm. "How long?" "How long what?" "How long have you been wanting this?"

Alastor asked, enjoying your flustered cheeks. "Honestly? Since we had our first kiss." You said in a whisper.

"Really?" Alastor said in quite a shock. "Why do you think Paul and I never went that far? Because I wanted you. I didn't want to give myself to Paul whilst thinking of you." You confessed. "Why wait so long since being together, ma chérie?"

"I wanted to make sure you were completely ready as you never showed any hints you were ready to go farther in our intimacy. I was waiting for you." "Oh darling. You didn't have to. Just simply it being you and seeing all... of you would have been enough for me to be more than happy to take the next step with you."

"You say that now." You lightly joked. "Well? What do you say? There's an empty bed, nothing else to do for the day. Me and you. Shall we take this... conversation into the bedroom with less clothing?" Alastor suggested.

As you were about to respond, a sudden knock resonated, signalling someone at the front door. You couldn't help but suppress a small, amused smile as you observed Alastor's reaction. "Who would dare to disturb us at this hour? It's almost as if they knew," Alastor muttered under his breath as he headed towards the door.

You swiftly descended from the counter, smoothing your wrinkled dress as you followed Alastor, intrigued to discover who it was. As Alastor opened the door, you caught a glimpse of the ginger hair and instantly recognised the individual. "Elizabeth?" Alastor inquired with a puzzled expression. "Lizzy?" You inquired with concern, noticing her smudged makeup and tear-stained face. "C-can I come in?" You were surprised by that, considering she vanished without a trace after Paul and you ended your relationship. Alastor turned to you to respond. "Uh, sure. Come in." You hesitated momentarily, Alastor stepped aside to allow Elizabeth to enter your home.

She took a quick glance around the room. "Impressive. You've redecorated. It looks quite nice." She complimented both of you with a gentle smile as she looked at you. Alastor gently embraced you in his arms. Elizabeth observed the two of you for a moment, a knowing smile gracing her lips. "I had a feeling this day would come. You two are truly meant for each other," she chuckled softly before letting out a sigh and settling herself on your sofa.

With a gentle tug, you released yourself from Alastor's hold. "Elizabeth, it's been quite some time since we last spoke. What brings you here today? I must admit, I'm quite surprised to see you," you inquired, taking a seat beside her.

Alastor whispered, "I'll leave you ladies to catch up while I go 'hunting," before bestowing a quick, affectionate kiss on your cheek. Elizabeth momentarily watched Alastor depart before turning her attention back to you, ready to engage in conversation.

She then let out a sigh of resignation. "Paul approached me after your separation and confessed to revealing our actions. I was mortified and immature (Y/N)... If I firmly believed that your relationship would be short-lived and that I understand that you eventually ended up with Alastor. I left because I was ashamed to face you and see the disappointment in your eyes for being a terrible friend."

You took a moment to let that sink in. "Lizzy, may I ask what really brings you here?" You then responded with a curious gaze.

Elizabeth was taken aback by the response. "What exactly do you mean?" "It has been quite some time, but I do recognise you. It seems that you only make an appearance when you are in need of something. May I ask what it is?" You narrowed your eyes, displaying a cautious expression. "I'm quite offended you think I would -" she stopped herself after noticing she was not convincing you.

She let out a sigh of resignation. "I am expecting a child," she announced softly. "Paul is the father." I'm not surprised, you thought. "And I'm... broke." You now knew where this was going. "Remember when I made that joke about you getting me a house if you and Alastor were to marry?" "Lizzy, are you requesting momey off me?" You inquired with astonishment. "You arrived at my home unexpectedly after... sleeping with my boyfriend at the time and couldn't face your actions so you left. And now you show up expecting I should suddenly forgive and forget and then ask me for money?"

"Alastor does not allow you to spend your money you earn from the diner. Therefore, it is likely that you have a high amount in your savings. After all, he always spend his money on you." "Elizabeth, have you been monitoring our activities without our knowledge?" You exclaimed in surprise. Upon hearing an unexpected footstep approaching from behind, you swiftly rose from the sofa and turned around with a sense of alertness. "Paul..." "Hello, (Y/N) you're looking beautiful as ever." He grinned. "What are you doing here?" You growled as Elizabeth stepped over to where Paul was. "Just need a bit of... help is all." He pulled his coat aside, indicating the pistol that was tucked in his belt. Are they really trying to rob me right now? Are they really that stupid... you thought. You narrowed your eyes at the threat.

"You think you're so clever, don't you." After all, you are married to a serial killer, so the confidence you grew was pretty high. "You appear quite composed for someone who is about to be robbed," Paul remarked in a mocking tone as he discreetly lowered his hand to the gun.

He froze all of a sudden, feeling the barrel of a shotgun press against his temple. "I wouldn't if I was you." Elizabeth's eyes widened as you smiled. All this while Alastor was gradually approaching, observing the situation. He noticed Paul reaching for something, which was enough to raise his shotgun. "You think a little pistol is gonna do anything, ol' pal? Why, you should give me a reason why I shouldn't pull the trigger after threatening my wife, didn't I say for you to stay away, no?" Alastor said, his tone turning dark.

"Al, we... we were just joking, right baby?" Elizabeth nervously giggled, slowly tugging Paul arm to follow her. "It would be best if you both leave Elizabeth before you become a single mother," you explained politely. Alastor had been wanting to kill Paul since the day he tried to assault you.

"He wouldn't," Paul said in a mocking tone. You noticed Alastor's eyes darken as his eyelids met halfway. "Elizabeth leave." You warned. "Paul, please be quiet, and let's go." She gently pulled him away. Before departing, Paul gave you a final glance. "Elizabeth?" Alastor abruptly interjected, causing her to halt in her steps as their gazes locked. "If I ever see you or your precious boy toy anywhere near here or near (Y/N). I won't hesitate to kill you both. You were fortunate on this occasion," he stated firmly. Elizabeth nodded in agreement before departing with Paul.

As the door closed. The room became quiet. Alastor gently set his shotgun against the wall and let out a sigh. "I must say, you had quite the confidence there considering you were about to be held at gun point." Alastor then contemplated with a raised eyebrow. "I had faith that you would come to my rescue, as you always have." You smiled as Alastor stood before you. "Oh, really?" He smirked, placing his hands on your hips and drawing you closer. "Certainly. Now... where were we before we were rudely interrupted?" "Oh? You still wish to..." Alastor paused for words as he suddenly lifted you over his shoulder, causing you to yelp in surprise as you began to laugh. "I'm kidnapping you to the bedroom!" He chuckled while carrying you, which provided you with an opportunity to smack his bum, causing him to abruptly halt his progress. "Did you just... oh darling, you're definitely getting payback for that." He chuckled as you couldn't help but feel a little too excited to what he had in mind.

Another smut in the next chapter hehe. Comment if you want to get tag!

Tags: @n0tmentallystable

[angelshizuka]

"He can get hurt?" (physical vs emotional)

HELLUVA BOSS 2.04 - Western Energy 2.08 - The Full Moon

[jubileemon]

Blitzo's Hallucination Scene

Blitzo's dream reveals much about his psyche along with why he acts the way he does...

Take note of how Verosika treats Blitzo. Striker and Fizzaroli throw around and mock him for his loneliness, while she crawls towards him and calls him out for pushing away those that get close, at most grabbing his face for emphasis. This hints heavily that Verosika really loved Blitzo and Blitzo knew, but then he sabotaged the relationship.

The hallucinations of Striker, Fizzaroli, and Verosika speak with Blitzo's voice rather than those of their voice actors. Blitzo is criticizing himself for his own insecurities and toxic behavior.

Adding to the above, Moxxie's voice is unchanged, but his body flickers between his normal art style and the crude drawing style Blitzo's used in the past. While the other hallucinations speak to Blitzo's insecurities about himself, Moxxie just blathers on in fancy language without really saying anything of value. Much as Blitzo wants to think that that's how Moxxie is, he knows it isn't true, hence the flickering between real and unreal. Also, why is Moxxie phasing in and out of Blitzo's drawing style? Looks like Blitzo is still upset about Moxxie criticizing his art skills...

None of Blitzo's family shows up during the hallucination, not even his disapproving father who would presumably be a big source of Blitzo's insecurity. That's because his interactions with Robo-Fizz, Verosika, and Striker were all very recent, meaning that the emotional wounds they inflicted were still fresh in Blitzo's mind. Not to mention that the Truth Bomb gas dissipates fairly quickly. It's possible that it could have dredged up Blitzo's family had it lingered for longer.

Blitzo's mind is drenched in mud. Aside from signifying how Blitzo feels lower than dirt, mud in dreams symbolizes insecurity, uncertainty, and an inability to find your footing. All things that Blitzo has been struggling with. The mud disappears once Stolas arrives, though some of it coats the staircase for a little longer. Stolas is a reassuring presence in Blitzo's life on some level, but Blitzo still isn't one hundred percent sure if he will stick around.

Blitzo climbs the golden stairs to get away from Fizzaroli, Verosika, and Striker only to see Stolas waiting at the top, being fanned by two clones of himself. Rather than run in another direction, Blitzo keeps climbing, almost crawling towards him. The clown outfit that Blitzo had been wearing is replaced by his normal outfit, but golden chains form around his wrists and neck, led by a chain pulled by Stolas.

This single scene explains so much about Stolas and Blitzo's relationship to one another; Blitzo gained a new life and dignity (the clothes) thanks to Stolas, but his entire assassination business is now dependent on Stolas' grimoire, making Blitzo feel trapped (the chains) under the owl's whims. Stolas might actually be in love with Blitzo, but because of this dynamic, Blitzo feels like it's nothing more than a master toying with their pet. It also explains why Blitz seemed so reluctant to be near Stolas in the past: his self-deprecation and tendency to push people away makes him believe that once Stolas grows bored of him, he'll discard him and he'll lose everything, so he doesn't want to get attached.

[fightclubcat]

Something about the song “When I see Him” is so Nostalgic to me. Maybe it’s because of the whimsical melody of Stolas’ parts, or that it just reminds me of the old Disney movies.

[chrolloluvr]

Hi, happy to see you back❤. I remember in one of your previous works, you mentioned Mammon possibly would babytrap reader. May you please write something on this topic?

♡ Toxic!Mammon: Babytrapping Hcs ♡

Note: Ty! Also she is referring to this post. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REQUESTS!!! KEEP THEM COMING POOKIES! ALSO IK I HAVENT MADE AN ACTUAL POST IN A WHILE SO HERE YALL GO

Female!reader, AFAB

Warnings: NSFW, toxic themes, creampie, future child, exploiting

He will babytrap you, 100%

As I have said before, Mammon likes the idea of having complete control over you, your life, and everything you do. And what better of a way to do that than making you bear his child?

He gets this magical, invasive idea when talking to one of his work buddies. He was talking about how annoying you were, even though he cannot live without you, when his co-worker mentions how much responsibility and care a woman has for her children. And the idea hits him. If you are just going to sit around lazily all day like a spoiled brat, why not add a child into the mix?

So he will have you prowled up against his chest, his cock basically stuffing you full, as he pistons in and out of your already sore pussy. Seemingly out of nowhere, telling you

"You'd be such a good mother, wouldn't you babe."

"'Wanna see you swoll with my kids, wouldn't that be somethin'-"

Which makes you feel physically ill. Raising a child with Mamm would be basically impossible. You would never raise a child with this man. Would he support you? Would he genuinley care for your baby? Oh Satan, would he even care-

Your thoughts are abrupted as Mammon stuffs you with his seed, finishing inside yours walls and painting them with a loud groan. He gives your ass a harsh slap, as he watches his cum spilling out of you. He looks you in the eyes, and gives you a daunty chuckle. He forces you to look up at him with your tired, exhausted eyes, as he tells you ohoho babe, we aren't finished until i'm done, alright?.

And he keeps that promise, with the goal of getting you pregnant. He knows the public would go feral. The King of Greed? With a child? It gives him a publicity boost, which in turn, is good for his business, and his image.

Once you find out you are pregnant, you have to eventually tell Mammon, to your dismay. Every day, he makes you take an on brand pregnancy test as he watches. He will hold the test while you pee. Yes you heard me right. So when the test says positive one day, he is over the moon. Not at the fact that he is going to be a father, but at the fact that he is now in complete control over you, and that he can use another part of you as a pawn in his twisted fantasy.

The paparazzi have a field day over this news, because he ends up almost immediately making an announcement. There are headlines, candid photos of you going forcefully outside by mammon, etc. Its like a never ending nightmare. And dont be mistaken, he would never let you out of his sights, or get an abortion. He thinks this is too good of an opportunity.

Behind closed doors, he will actually treat you very well. Feeding you, paying attention to your every need, and not letting you lift a finger. He may even go out of his way to find some stuff by himself at the store. He'll will make you go outside with him. But at times he has to do a meeting, or host an event, he will have his goons escort you places, making sure you go public routes, to get a really good look at your swollen belly.

Brings you to meetings during this time, and picking your outfits carefully. He cant have his darling wearing any disgusting maternity clothes. So he will have you perches on his lap while he sits in his seat, embarrassment eating you whole as you see the sins/overlords snickering and bickering presumably at you. He has one hand rubbing your round belly, and one hand rubbing your shoulders as Mammon discusses his newest buisness plan.

He would create a Mammon Baby Care line. He knows he will profit off your pregnancy

"Alright fellas, so i was thinking for the ladys, a Mammon breast pump, hm? Its great right? Oh! And Mammon themed bibs, ha! Sure to make me a bunch, right babes?"

People think, how could you let Mammon knock you up? Of course, millions of girls idolize Mammon, and would want to be with him. But sometimes it feels like you are the only one who is infatuated with him. So you will try to look past the fact that he got you pregnant. You'll just try to be hopeful. But it is literally impossible with the way he keeps sweet talking you, as you snap back into the sad reality that you will be having Mammons child, and raising it. No questions to be asked.

He will lead you to subconsciously feel insecure about you and your body. He will squeeze your newly chubby cheeks, glaze his fingers over your stretch marks newly littering your body, etc. And he definitely does that on purpose.

As you reach up to the half full Nutella jar in the high cabinet in the kitchen, you hear a pair of loud footsteps coming behind you. Its Mammon. You try your best to ignore him, but you cant help but feel uneasy when you feel a pair of familiar eyes on you. It is currently 1:30 AM, and he is in a really tired mood.

"You need help sweets?"

He said with a suckle voice, knowing its affects on you are vast. He looks you up and down, admiring your perfect body in his mind. Your curves, belly, and the look your giving him. It makes him want to just bend you over and fuck your brains out likes theres no tomorrow. But he cant, he just has to be extra agile with you.

"Mamm..."

"Yeah?"

"Do I look fat?"

Ohhh boy. The question you always ask when you feel like he's eyeing you up. he hates when you ask that, because then he has to make up some half assed excuse to why he's looking at you a certain way. When your pregnant, he basically has to walk on eggshells around you.

"You... look like your carrying my child, and I like the sight of that."

"Okay, do you love me?"

He pauses. One wrong answer, and you'll refuse to talk to him for weeks. You two, as of your relationship, are in a really good spot right now. You will basically do anything for him. But you are really sensitive emotionally and physically, due to your hormones.

As he walks up behind you, he lifts you up by your waist, and hold you up to the cabinet, letting you reach.

"Y/N."

He says in a low, gruff voice.

"Yeah Mamm?"

"What the hell kind of question is that. Of course I love you."

He says as you look at him, face to face. You watch his eyes never leave yours, which makes you break off eye contact in a flustered state. You then realize that he is holding you, which makes you feel insecure.

"Okay, I love you too Mamm"

"Alright, now get your sweet treat, and get the fuck to bed, and hurry up. We've got a busy day tomorrow sweets."

He sets you down, and leaves the kitchen, leaving you with yourself, your Nutella and a spoon in hand. You look down at yourself, and your huge stomach. You wonder how you got yourself into this twisted predicament. You mostly worry about your baby's future as Mammons child. Because you are aware that Mammon will only use them for his own monetary gain. You cannot escape this man, even if you try. But you can always pretend you have your own free will, and you could always just eat your silly thoughts away, as Mammon always told you.