#Mindless Sinner

[horrid-phantasm]

Mindless Sinner

[thenwothm]

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[str1xaluco]

Turn on the power - Mindless Sinner

1985

[miss-sinner]

It might be late, but that’s why I’m here.

My little teddy, so sleepy and soft. Let my hand slide up your body, stroke your face soothingly and keep you in place

You may feel a bit warm, a bit fuzzy, and dizzy.

But it’s ok. You feel good, don’t you? That’s all that matters

You can’t think straight, and your mind feels like it’s dissolving into foam, and that’s ok.

That’s good, actually. We want that

I want your mind to be soft

I want your mind to be fuzzy

I want your body to be warm

I want your body to tingle

I want you to melt into my hands, letting me embrace you fully.

And every breath you take, makes you more warm and fuzzy. Every movement, as hard as it may be, just heightens the soft buzz underneath your skin. Every stroke of my hands sends waves of mind numbing warmth into you.

Don’t think. Just melt.

Won’t you just melt into me, my little teddy? ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[fragiledate]

cringetober day 27: babygirl pose(s)

[lurochar]

The Shadow will Play

'Behave'? What did that mean?

In which Alastor’s shadow "plays" with you and you find out something very interesting about your lover.

Alastor’s Shadow x Reader

18+ MDNI

Part 2

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“Behave.”

It had been his Master's orders and he was trying so hard to abide by them, but you were just making it so difficult for him!

What exactly did ‘behave’ mean? It's not like his Master gave any examples in which he could follow through.

Did ‘behave’ mean not going out and slaughtering a few unlucky Sinners?

Did ‘behave’ mean not pulling a few pranks on the hotel residents and staff?

Or did ‘behave’ mean not getting amorous with his Master's lover?

(Shouldn't he be able to touch? He was a very part of Master after all).

It seemed that his Master had not told you to behave as you were touching him freely, causing him to shudder from your pleasant warmth.

“You're so cute~” You always did love how affectionate Alastor’s shadow was as it rubbed against you like a giant cat. “Is there anything you want to do today? I don't think Alastor will be back until tonight.”

The shadow tilted its head before its grin widened and it let out a series of chirps. It pushed you back on you and Alastor’s bed, cooing as you let out a surprised noise when it clamored over top of you, “W-what are you doing?”

The shadow's tail wagged as it thought back to the times where he was just a voyeur when you and his Master engaged in intimacy and knew he wanted to draw those pretty sounds from you.

“W-woah!” Your eyes widened when the shadow eagerly began to pull down your pants, probably ripping parts in the process with its claws. “Did Alastor put you up to this?”

The shadow paused for the briefest of seconds before chattering, nodding its head as it finally managed to rip your pants off.

“Well, if he’s okay with it…” You muttered, shivering slightly when you felt the shadow's two cold hands on each thigh, spreading them as you flushed at the… odd situation you found yourself in.

But if this is something Alastor wanted, then…

You jumped when your panties were practically torn off you and cool fingers were parting your folds. You shut your eyes, expecting to feel discomfort or even pain since you weren't prepared in the least and not at all wet.

The shadow tittered, using his thumb to rub circles around that nub of flesh like his Master did and as expected, you let out one of those pretty sounds that had his ears twitching.

“That… feels good.” You sighed, feeling a heat in your lower belly begin to ignite. You glanced down curiously, aching a bit when its thumb left your clit, moving so its face was directly at your cunt.

Before it could dig in, it reached up, catching you by surprise as it took hold of your arms and placed your hands on its ears, pointing at them and chirping.

“You want me to pet them while you do that?” You asked and received a nod in return. “If you're anything like Alastor, and I'm sure you will be, I'm not sure I'll be able to,” you got a sound that sounded like a huff, “but I'll try! I will!”

The shadow seemed satisfied with that.

The shadow parted your slippery folds again, keeping them spread and it was quick to bury its long tongue in your dripping hole, causing you to shudder.

Like Alastor, it could elongate his tongue.

You groaned, feeling its tongue lap at every little crevice of your pussy, slurping up your slick like a mindless animal, “H-hah, yeah. Oh, r-right.”

You squeezed its ears as promised.

You almost shattered when you felt a small vibration in your core and you barely heard something – a sound that you never heard the shadow make before and once more, to be sure, you squeezed the shadow's ears.

Again, there was that sound and that oh-so good vibration and with the absolute tongue fucking you were getting, you were gonna cum with that next one.

But that sound – what was it and why was it familiar?

The shadow ears twitched when you squeezed them again, hearing your moans while your legs spasmed around his cold body and he tried the best he could to lap up your slick as your hole clenched around his tongue.

Your noises were so pretty~♡

(He wanted more).

It took a few moments for you to gather your senses as you slowly sat up, seeing the grinning shadow practically make heart eyes at you.

But before that, you needed an answer to a question (and possibly, another answer to another question).

“That noise you made when I touched your ears, was that a deer bleat?” You asked, causing the shadow to nod and you to be taken back for a second.

 ‘I’ve touched them before, and Alastor or his shadow has never made that sound, so maybe it's just a sex thing?’ 

“If I touch Alastor’s ears during sex, would he bleat too?” You asked, thinking back and you always wondered why your lover seemed dead set on you not touching his ears during intimate times, but you had just respected his wishes and never went beyond that.

The shadow nodded.

“That’s so cute~!” You smiled brightly, bringing the shadow in for a hug and it purred, tail wagging, “Thank you for telling me this! How can I repay you?” You almost regretted asking as the shadow immediately pounced on you, ready for more of you.

His Master wouldn't be back until night, after all.

[midascrow]

Alastor x Reader

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Favoritism Pt.2(1.5)

Part 1

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Synopsis: Alastor finds himself wondering why exactly he favors you so much

a/n: this is more of a part 1.5 really, as it’s mostly just Alastair’s perspective of what’s going on, but I figured you guys would enjoy this 🍓

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Fluffy red ears twitched back and fourth, listening to the idle and mindless chatter of the hotel inhabitants.

Alastor couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of mirth at the topic of discussion. While he made no attempts to hide his blatant bias, he hadn’t thought he was quite that obvious.

Though a tiny part of him felt a bit smug, especially at the claim of that empty headed serpent. A kiss?

The idea wasn’t unpleasant but he was unfortunately mistaken.

The two of you had never shared such an intimate gesture, much less in the company of others.

No-, he supposed the closest you had ever gotten was a small bump of the nose to one another’s. It wasn’t an inherently romantic gesture on the radio demons part, more instinctual than anything, but he could suppose there had been a certain layer of affection lined in the action nonetheless.

“What do you suppose they’re talking about Al..?”

His ears twitched forward to fully take in the sound of your candied voice.

Alastor didn’t consider himself a fan of sweet things like candy and cakes. But he always seemed to make an exception when it came to you.

“Hm..~ Seems our dear friends are under the impression that you and I are…an item of sorts.” His smile twitched, inching upwards with amusement when he saw the way your eyes widened, a warmth on your cheeks that roused a small huff of pride from his nose.

“Oh…well that doesn’t..upset you?…right?” Your concern is down right precious. So bothered with his comfort that it makes the fabric of his tail coat shift, just briefly.

“Hmm~…perhaps if it were another sinner who they believed I had such relations with. However because it’s you my dear, I can’t seem to find myself bothered by the idea.”

You were far too naive. (Cute). Your sparkly gaze almost made him angry. Like he wanted to squeeze you till it eased the tight sensation in his chest. Though he wouldn’t dare to act on such an impulse. For fear of losing such pleasant company of course.

But he couldn’t stop himself from teasing you. Just a little. “Infact…I’d say I’m rather flattered by the notion~. To think they see me a fit partner for a gem like you.”

That feeling got subsequently stronger as he watched you bury your face into the crook of your shoulder, a shy, perhaps embarrassed smile painting your lips and making a that shifting of his tail coat return. Like those aforementioned sweets had found their way into his system and subsequently thrown him into a vicious sugar rush. His heart was practically bouncing off the walls of his ribcage, though he hadn't the faintest idea why.

“Alastor…” His name was a garbled whine, swatting at him playfully as you returned to dusting the bannister, distracting yourself as he sidled beside you still, ever attendant while his shadow fluttered around, moving glasses and nicknacks for you to dust off. “Are you going to tell them then..?”

“What ever do you mean?”

Your eyes glanced back, lips pursed. “Well…you are going to tell them we’re not together right?”

Well that sounded unpleasant, and his immediate thought had been an internal grimace. But he pondered the thought for a moment, mindful of the eyes on both your backs as he stepped around the side of you, clawed hands dancing across your shoulder and arm thoughtfully.

“Hmm…~..No.”

He paused, ears twitched backwards as his lips connected gently with the skin of your nose, sweet and lingering as he failed to ignore the twitch of his grin at the gasps that echoed behind.

“No fucking way.”

“I say let them wonder..~”

……

Alastor could admit, even by his standards this was a bit mean.

His “loving” gestures had amped up quite a bit the following week at the hotel.

Lingering touches, thoughtful hand placements, small gestures and sweet words. Nothing explicitly romantic…but there was always something implied in his gaze that perhaps even he himself wasn't aware of.

It wasn’t in an intentional effort to lead you on. He was hardly that cruel. But some part of him…found deep satisfaction in watching your eyes shine and your cheeks darken and become hot.

And that itch had only gotten worse too.

Sometimes it was small. An urge to pinch your cheek which he acted on, mindful of his claws in doing so. His ears always twitched at your disgruntled whines, always tuned to your words and noises. Even unintentionally.

There had been one moment when, your silly little self had gotten caught on that same rug, again. Alastor had been on the other side of the room, but the moment your squeak reached his ears, they swiveled back, and a mass of tentacles lurched up from the ground, gently rolling you onto you greet before disappearing like they had never existed.

And Alastor hadn’t even turned around, still idly chatting with the stunned princess who barely hid her ever widening smile.

Husker seemed the most displeased with his current antics. Always preaching to the others that this was a trick. That he was playing with you. Toying with you.

The radio demon wished that was the case now.

Frankly, he wasn’t sure why he was doing it. He knew he favored you above the others. That was natural. Instinctual. Obvious. And while the others reactions, especially those of the spear wielding ex angel and the gambler were fairly amusing, if that had been the soul purpose it was likely he would’ve grown bored by now. And he would’ve stopped.

But it wasn’t. And he hadn’t.

And it was all becoming a bit overwhelming.

Yet you didn’t question it. Sometimes your brow would raise, at a particularly bold gesture or comment sent your way, and yes your eyes would dart around as if to see who was watching. But you never complained. And if he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were enjoying yourself, if the sweetheart smile that graced your lips after each instance was anything to go off.

So Alastor didn’t feel the need to label what he was experiencing or truly ponder why. He was enjoying himself, as were you. To him, nothing needed to be said.

“So are you two bangin or nah?”

Though he supposed not everyone felt the same.

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[phenphoenix]

LUTE AND EMILY-

The gals, look at them go.

Lore tiiime

Alright, so Lute! Still fiercely loyal and a bit much- just not as sadistic anymore. Now, here's the fun part, she's still kinda an exorcist. Just now, instead of being under Adam, she's under Sera and Emily. And is in charge of keeping Adam distracted as well as the rest of hevan.

Decided to kinda mess around with the whole exorcist army and split them into like two halves. One half stays up in hevan, creating this image of the exterminations as though they were just going down into hell to try and "save souls." The half that Emily leads, and Lute helps command. The other half is what we see in the show. The half vaggie took part of and Sera leads. Adam knows about this, and is even suspicious about the whole "saving souls" deal. But keeps a blind eye because he trusts Lute so much.

Emily! Still sickly sweet, but give that missing sadistic nature from Swap!Lute to her. She's not as intense as Cannon!Lute but still enjoys going down to kill sinners once a year. All the while looking cute and innocent the whole time. However, she doesn't fully know that she's just further damming them. Sera is the only one who really knows what they are doing. So, while Emily is still killing them, she's thinking that their souls are being set free to get reincarnated or something like that. (Which can also lead to her disbelief is redemption, and the whole "hell is forever")

Of course, this is all based on headcannons. I'm going off of an apparent post made in the past, where they said that "when a sinner is killed, they become a mindless part of hell. That's why there are so many eyes in the walls and why hell seems "alive."" Or sonthing along those lines. Idk if that is still cannon. Or if reincarnation is even a thing in this version of the afterlife. But for the sake of this AU, I say all of it is.

So, in a way, all 4 of the angels are kinda swapped and meshed together. But hey, this is my AU, and it's all for fun and games, so whatever, lmao.

MASTERPOST

[ghoulphile]

it's always the quiet ones | c.h./the ghoul

➥ pairing | pre-war cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 700 ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; oral (m receiving), throat fucking, choking, dirty talk, bathroom sex ➥ summary | based off this ask; We can see that Cooper tends to go for good girls (like @ghoulfuckersincorporated mentioned!), but what if he ran into a seemingly innocent - or at the very least kind - person… but they dirty talk like a sinner in the sack? ➥ notes | i humbly offer this drabble to @gingersforeverbox 🙈 masterlist | feel free to send in thots, questions, requests! | feedback is always appreciated ❤️

It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?

At least, that’s what Cooper’s mama always said (and he wouldn’t know how right she was until he found himself shoved in a swanky club bathroom, slacks tucked under his ass as the prettiest — politest — lady choked herself with his cock).

Frankly, how he got here’s a hazy blur of bourbon and cigar smoke.

Whispered conversations and coy looks. The flash of cherry red nails, and a well timed head tilt; a pretty little thing cozied against him as nameless faces passed in and out of view.

Another pointless after party (though far smaller of an event than he used to pull) where vultures circled the room, waiting for their chance to pick at his bones. LA devotee’s ready to snap up the scraps of the once great Cooper Howard.

Dog eat dog; he couldn’t stand the petty games —the mindless indulgences.

So, he’d invited you as a buffer.

An acquaintanceship that’d gone back years, having met on set of one of his earlier productions, you were always cordial and had a kind word to say about anybody. Not a mean bone in that body… or so he’d thought.

Now, he’s not so sure he knows you half as well as he thought he did.

“Fuck!”

Air hisses through his teeth, his hands hovering over the sides of your head, unsure where to grip. Your hair looks awfully pretty (like it took a long time to force into shape), he’d hate to ruin the style. But if you keep trying to suck his soul out through his cock, he might just have to sink his fingers into those delicate curls and yank.

“S-Sweetheart, what are you — oh, ssshit.”

You peer up at him from beneath the spiky fan of your lashes and hum. His hips jump and you choke, your tongue pinned as your teeth scrape along his thick shaft.

Spit drips past your swollen lips, clings to your chin in sticky strings. The lower half of your face is a mess of smeared lipstick and pre-cum.

He pants, gazing down at you with awe. “How’re you so fucking good at this?”

He’s so big, stretching your mouth to the limit. A tender ache sets behind the hinge of your jaw, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

Those half-lidded eyes, dark and hungry, make it all worth it. The slack circle of his mouth, the pained furrow of his brows as he wrestles with his self control all the payment you require.

You pop off; trace along the throbbing vein with your tongue as the heavy weight of his cock slips free with a wet suction. Your thighs clench and your toes curl in your heels at the low-throated groan punched from his chest.

“Practice makes perfect, don’t you think, Mr Howard?” you press a sloppy kiss to his leaking slit, lapping up the salty beads of fluid. Your fingers roll his balls, dragging the tips of your nails along the sensitive skin to watch him shiver. “Besides, I’ve seen how you look at me.”

His eyes flick off to the side, blowing wide once he catches your reflections in the mirror. He gulps, his knuckles white beside his hips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

“Please, spare me.”

You snort, roll your eyes and shoot him a catty grin. Laugh when his cock throbs at the teasing flash of your tongue.

“You’re sweet — as true a gentleman as they come — but you can’t fool me. You’ve wanted me since you met me... and I don't get my best dress dirty for just anyone.”

“...”

“Now, before you try to say otherwise, remember whose on their knees with your cock in their mouth.”

“...No. Y-You’re right but I… I shouldn’t want to.”

You wink, circle the crown of his head with a red nail. More pre-cum dribbles from the slit, sticky drops you kiss away with your tongue.

“It’s okay, Mr Howard,” you say. “I want you too. Now do us both a favor and fuck my throat until I can’t talk. Please, I want it to hurt — want you to make me cry.”

[p0orbaby]

Sinners | Greed

summary: absence makes the heart grow, hornier?

warnings: SMUT 18+, top!leah

a/n: something short and sweet enough

word count: 1k

Lust | Gluttony | Envy | Sloth | Wrath | Pride

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It’s been days since you last saw Leah, but the memory of her lingers like an ember, smoldering quietly in the back of your mind. You’ve tried to distract yourself, throwing yourself into work, into mindless TV shows, into anything that doesn’t remind you of the way she made you feel. But it’s no use. Leah has a way of worming herself into your thoughts, into your body, and now, she’s all you can think about.

It’s late, the room bathed in the soft glow of the TV, though you’re not really watching it. You’re just trying to fill the silence, to drown out the restless energy that’s been building inside you. Then, there’s a knock at the door.

Your heart skips a beat. You’re not expecting anyone, but somehow, you already know who it is. When you open the door, there she is, her eyes dark and intense, her lips slightly parted like she’s been running—or like she’s been thinking about this as much as you have.

Before you can say anything, before you can even think, Leah’s mouth smashes against yours, her hands on your hips, pushing you back into the belly of your flat. The door swings shut behind you, but you barely notice, too caught up in the way she kisses you like she’s been starved, like you’re the only thing that can satisfy her.

“Miss me?” she murmurs against your lips, a teasing grin tugging at the corners of her mouth as she pulls back just enough to look at you.

“Wouldn’t give you the satisfaction,” you reply breathlessly, though the lie is obvious even to you.

“Liar,” she says, smirking as her hands slide under your shirt, her fingers brushing against your skin. “It’s been torture, admit it”

You want to argue, to play it cool, but the way her hands are roaming over your body, the way her lips are trailing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin, has you melting against her, all pretense forgotten.

“Maybe,” you admit, your voice barely more than a breath as Leah’s mouth finds that spot just below your ear that makes your knees weak.

“Maybe?” she echoes, pulling back just enough to look at you, her eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. “Is that all I get?”

You don’t answer, just tug her shirt over her head and let your hands explore the newly exposed skin. Leah’s breath hitches as your fingers trace the lines of her collarbone, her skin hot under your touch. You press a kiss to her shoulder, and she shudders, her grip on you tightening.

“Better?” you ask, your voice low, your lips brushing against her ear.

“Getting there,” she murmurs, her mouth finding yours again, her kiss rough and insistent, like she’s desperate to claim you.

You stumble backward, your hands tangled in her hair as she pushes you toward the sofa. There’s a breathless urgency in the way she moves, like she’s barely holding herself back. You’re barely aware of where you are until the backs of your knees hit the arm of the sofa, then suddenly, you’re bent over it, Leah’s hands gripping your hips from behind as she turns you away from her.

She leans over you, her chest pressed against your back, her breath hot against your neck. “Still think you could stay away?” she whispers, her voice rough, full of barely contained hunger.

“Shut up and prove I can’t,” you manage to get out, your words half-choked by the sensation of Leah’s fingers tugging your pants down, her lips tracing a line down your spine.

“Oh, I will,” she says, and then she’s on her knees, her hands spreading you apart, and you can feel her breath on your skin, hot and heavy. “But you’re going to have to ask nicely”

You let out a low, frustrated groan, but you’re too far gone to play along, too needy to do anything but push back against her, desperate for her touch. “Leah,” you plead, your voice raw, your body trembling with anticipation. “Please”

“That’s more like it,” she murmurs, and then her mouth is on you, her tongue flicking over you with a precision that makes your entire body shudder.

You gasp, your hands gripping the sofa cushions, knuckles turning white as Leah works you over with a skill that leaves you breathless, your hips moving in time with her. The pleasure builds quickly, overwhelming, and Leah’s mouth, her fingers, everything about her is too much and not enough all at once.

“You taste even better than I remember,” she mumbles against your skin, her voice sending vibrations through you that make you moan, your body tightening in response.

“Leah, I—” You try to form words, to tell her how close you are, but it’s no use. The pleasure is too much, too overwhelming, and all you can do is hold on as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t worry,” Leah says, her voice low, rough. “I’ve got you”

And with that, she doubles down, her tongue circling your clit, her fingers slipping inside you, curling just right. It’s too much. Your entire body tenses, the pleasure hitting you like a tidal wave, and you cry out, your orgasm crashing over you in a way that leaves you breathless, shaking.

Leah doesn’t stop, her mouth and fingers working you through the aftershocks, until you’re trembling, completely spent. Finally, she pulls back, pressing a soft kiss to your lower back before rising to her feet.

You’re still catching your breath, still trying to come back to reality, when Leah pulls you upright, turning you around to face her again. There’s a satisfied grin on her face, her eyes dark with desire, as she leans in to kiss you, this time slow and tender, like she’s savoring every second.

As you sink into the kiss, your hands still gripping her shoulders for support, you realise that you’re in too deep, that you’ve crossed a line you can’t come back from. But right now, with Leah’s lips on yours, her body pressed against you, none of that seems to matter.

[catboymoments]

Worked out my idea of the descending rings of Hell in my hashbrown motel rewrite/Hotel Purgatorium!! There’s a transcript under the cut!

I reworked the idea of “sinners only ending up in pride” to be that sinners can end up in other rings, but they get worse and worse as they go down as their crimes in life/punishments get worse. They’re confined to the ring they’re sentenced to and can’t leave, but if a sinner from a higher ring attempts to go down and come back up, they become instantly corrupted and lose their soul as they become a mindless monster. Like how oceanic pressure gives you the bends??? (Also, Most sinners wind up in pride because as it turns out, pride is the root of most of humanity’s sin.)

Transcript! ↓ I based the ideas loosely off of hverse and mostly off of Dante’s inferno

Pride- 1st Layer

- ruled by Lucifer

- A noisy smoggy cityscape, overcrowded and full of the worst parts of humanity + civilization over the last few centuries. Most souls end up here!

Lust- 2nd Layer

- ruled by Asmodeus

- A “winter wonderland,” but more befitting of “bleak ice kingdom.” Cold, bitter, and only warm within buildings made by Hellborns. Very Blustery. Pun not intended.

Gluttony- 3rd Layer

- ruled by Beelzebub

- An oppressively humid, sticky rainforest infested with insects and torrential hot rain.

Greed- 4th Layer

- ruled by Mammon

- Rocky, Craggy, Rough. A barren mountainous “mining town” where nothing grows and shiny minerals aplenty drive sinners mad.

Envy- 5th Layer

- ruled by Leviathan

- The snow runoff from Lust is melted down into a deep dark pressured ocean with bioluminescent and unusual hellborns.

Sloth- 6th Layer

- ruled by Belphegor

- Made of obsidian, fungus and quicksand. Everything moves slowly, fog lines the streets. Sinners float along the tar rivers.

Wrath- 7th layer

- ruled by Satan

- The typical idea of hell- full of fire and lava and hate. This is the worst place you can end up.

[slayfics]

Katsuki carries you to bed.

350 words

The weight of your head increased on the couch pillow as you fell into a deeper sleep. Your breath slowed and deepened as you gave into the tiredness that plagued your body. Your mindless TV continues running in the background, to a room with no viewers.

A few moments later Katsuki takes a break from reviewing work reports to check on you. He didn't fail to notice that your occasional laughter stopped, and he no longer heard any stirring on the couch.

"Tch- falling asleep on the couch again, hu?" He remarks taking in the sight, but you hardly stirred already being in a deep sleep. Katsuki quietly stalks over to you on the couch. Carefully he slips his left arm under your legs and right arm behind your back. Securing his grip under your arms and around your legs, he lifts you up.

"You at least manage to brush your teeth brat?" He complains, but his heart softens as you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, making yourself at home in his arms. Halting all snide remarks and complaints from him, his heart beats faster at your drowsy affection.

Careful to walk sideways through the doorframe of your shared room, he makes his way to the bed. Gently placing you down, you sleepily shuffle your way under the covers, eyes barely opening enough to find the covers.

"Get some rest idiot," Katsuki says as he begins to leave back to his work reports but is frozen when you childishly reach out for him to join you. He clicks his tongue as if it's a big annoyance, but he wastes no time crawling in next to you.

"I got you," he whispers pulling you to him, and you happily nuzzle up to him burying your head in his chest. The two of you intertwined together, leaving the other half of the king-size bed neglected.

"Night," He mumbles to you, and only after he is assured you're fast asleep by your gentle breaths he whispers, "Love you dumb ass."

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[swallowtail-ageha]

People have already pointed out that Maria out of all of the major dlc bosses that aren't the orphan is the only one who keeps a human form but also like. I do not really think its to highlight her moral superiprity or whatever. The thing about Kos' punishments are that they both mirror the sinner's fates in the real world but also strike psychologically. Laurence, who was a scholar first and foremost, is forced to never remember himself, even after going in contact with his skull, Ludwig, who was characterized by his love of honor (validity of that honor after serving for years as the head of the violent police of a repressive theocracy is to be discussed by fans) is reduced to a mindless monster that crushes everything that crosses his way. Maria doesn't change physically, as she likely died before literally everyone in Yharnam became a blood junkie, BUT she is in her hunter clothes. She still has her discarded rakuyo. She is the perfect image of herself the day she invaded the Fishing Hamlet and slaughtered and experimented upon its residents. Every day, for god knows how many years that have passed since her death in the real world and her death in the nightmare, she has been reminded of what she had done, of what she kept doing with the Research Hall. In some ways, her punishment is worse than Laurence's and Ludwig. Sure. They are humiliating for them, but they aren't exactly fully aware of what was going on. Maria, who remained sane? She was aware of that, for every moment of her (un)life, until we put her down a second time

[daisies-daydreams]

Okay so I was listening to the song agora hills (not saying I like Doja but her song hit okay? Hate the sinner love the sin) ANDDDD it have major hobie brown x lovesick puppy reader. Like this woman is DEVOTED to her mans. Like really devoted. On her knees with puppy eyes type of love. Always wanting to be on him and nuzzling him. Whines when he tries to move. Just very..loving. Hobie doesn’t mind obviously. And it gets worse when they have sex. She whines while his cock rams into her, grabbing the sheets tightly to ground her🙏. SO YES I NEED A FIC LIKE THATTT…just very fluffy but smeggsy sex

Somethin’ Different About You (Hobie Brown x Lovesick!F!Reader)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Lovesick!F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Tags: Swearing, Reader Gets Whiney, Making Out, Foreplay, Vaginal Fingering, Cock Piercings (Prince Albert), Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Praise Kink, Doggy Style, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know the Drill), Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Creampie, Post-Sex Cuddling, Cockwarming, Ass-Lover Hobie™ Word Count: 3k+ A/N: I literally listened to Agora Hills for the first time a few weeks ago and it was 😩👌Anywhoooo, thank you for the spicy request and I hope you enjoy!

“Guess we’re havin’ a night in,” Hobie shrugged as he peeked at the thick blanket of snow covering the street below. Frost caked the outside of your flat’s window as a tiny space heater hummed in the corner of your room. Your boyfriend closed the blinds shut before turning towards you with a quirked brow.

“You cold, babydoll?” Hobie asked as he watched you tremble beneath the thick comforter. You nodded as your teeth chattered incessantly. Hobie pursed his lips before he lumbered towards your bed. Your heart skipped a beat as your love cupped your cheek, his palm already warming you to the core.

“You want me to help warm you up?” he murmured, a hint of desire laced in his words as he looked at you with a soft, half-lidded gaze. You swallowed the thick lump in your throat as you eagerly nodded your head.

“P-Please,” you frowned and wiggled beneath your comforter. Hobie cracked a grin and chuckled before he grabbed the bottom of his red t-shirt. Your eyes widened as he quickly slipped his shirt over his head, his puffy wicks fanning out as he tossed the clothing aside. You sucked in a sharp breath as you raked your eyes over his lean abs, your eyes eventually landing on the thick, dark happy trail.

“Like what you see, lovie?” Hobie snickered with a teasing grin. You bit your lip as your cheeks swelled with heat.

"I can't help it," you muttered sheepishly as you glanced away. Your boyfriend snickered as he unlatched the buckle of his studded leather belt, his ripped jeans falling to the floor not long after. You felt a wave of heat wash over you as you caught side of Hobie's dark boxers loosely hanging around his sharp hips. He chuckled again.

“Scoot on over, baby,” he lilted. You immediately did as you were told, your heart pounding in your ears as he slid beneath the covers with you. You instantly came to his side and snuggled against his warm body, your lips curled into a giddy smile as he wrapped his lanky arms around you. “Mmm, there’s my pretty girl,” Hobie cooed before gently kissing the crown of your head. You squealed and dipped your head into his chest as he wrapped one of his ankles around yours.

Hobie sighed, letting his warm breath cascade over the back of your ear and down your neck as he held you close. Your heart skipped a beat as he nuzzled his face into your neck - his plush lips delicately brushing over your pulse and nose ring gliding against your skin.

“I was thinkin’…maybe after the weather gets better, we could go iceskatin’? I know you've been wantin' to go for a while,” he suggested as he traced mindless shapes against your hip. Your eyes lit up as you wiggled at his suggestion.

“Really?” you breathed while tilting your head over your shoulder. Hobie hummed and gave a lopsided grin.

“Really really,” he replied. Your smile grew as you turned around and pecked his lips. Hobie grinned into the kiss as he spread his palm across your waist. His lips on yours felt like sunlight on a spring day: warm and soothing to the touch. You whined when he suddenly started to slip away.

“Babe, I’m just gettin’ a glass of water,” Hobie laughed. You pouted as you gazed into his deep, brown eyes.

“No, you’re too warm,” you keened and rolled on top of him. Your lover chuckled softly as you shoved your face into his neck. He sighed and stroked his hands up and down your back as he pecked your temple.

"I'll be gone for a bit, yeah?" he said while gently brushing his thick thumbs over your hips. Your heart fluttered at his light touch as you parted your lips against his skin. Hobie’s breath hitched as you gently kissed his pulse, letting your lips linger against his neck as you felt his hands tighten around your waist. “Please? Just a little longer?” you murmured, your lips dancing over his sensitive pulse as your breasts pushed against his chest. Hobie swallowed thickly as he tilted his head back. His pupils grew by the second as you gave him your best puppy-dog eyes. Your boyfriend sighed and scratched the back of his head.

“Well…who am I to deny my baby ?” your lover said with a cocked grin. You squealed and wiggled on top of him, drawing another deep, melodic chuckle from his throat. You smiled widely as you finally felt like you were starting to warm up against your beloved’s body, his hands wandering up and down your sides as he peppered your cheek with kisses. You giggled before he suddenly laid his palms against your ass and tenderly squeezed your supple cheeks.

A mischievous smile crossed Hobie’s features as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Y’know…there’s another way I could help warm you up,” he whispered while smoothing his hands up and down your bum.

You squealed as he suddenly flipped you over, his long body draped along your back as your stomach and breasts pressed against the ruffled sheets. You whined as you felt him trace his hands along the curve of your butt.

“You wanna feel my fingers stuffin’ that perfect pussy of yours, sweet girl?” Hobie purred as he teased the band of your pants with his nimble fingers. Your walls fluttered as you gulped.

"Y-Yes please," you murmured and swayed your hips side to side. Your jaw went slack when he suddenly tugged your pants and panties over the globes of your ass.

You shivered as the cold air rolled over your exposed skin while Hobie slipped his hand between your soft thighs. You keened and arched your back as Hobie gently circled his fingertips over your slick, needy hole. You trembled as he pecked over your neck and slid his long, heavy fingers up and down your juicy slit. You moaned and wiggled beneath your lover as he spread your folds apart, the small squelch sending a pulse of heat through your dripping snatch.

"Keep making those noises f'me, baby. Love hearin' your sweet voice," Hobie purred before puckering his lips over your neck. You gasped and mewled as he suckled on your pulse while smoothing his fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Mmm, good girl," he groaned before lathing his warm tongue over the fresh hickey adorning your neck.

"Hobie, please," you pouted and shifted your hips as he continued to tease your puffy clit with his digits. You felt him smirk against your pulse as he trailed his fingers further down your slit. You squeezed your eyes shut and ducked your head into your arms as he gently prodded your entrance wide open with two thick fingers.

"God, you feel so fuckin’ warm," Hobie rumbled before sucking over your neck once more. You panted as you felt him sink his digits even deeper inside your wet heat, feeling every inch of his long fingers drag along your velvety walls.

“H-Hobieee~,” you keened as you felt your tight hole being stretched by his nimble digits. Your walls pulsed as he peppered your neck with wet, sloppy kisses. The deep groan that reverberated inside Hobie’s chest made you quiver as he began to slowly pump his fingers inside your dripping sex. A sharp cry fell from your lips as he scissored his digits within your tight heat.

“Such a sweet girl,” your boyfriend murmured as he skillfully curled his fingers with a wet squelch. You squirmed as he slipped his other hand up your burning body, his fingers taking a greedy handful of your breast before giving it a tender squeeze.

“F-Faster, please,” you begged him while slapping your ass against his palm. Hobie’s snicker reverberated against your neck before he slammed his fingers down to the knuckle. You squirmed and keened at the delicious push and pull of his digits against your sensitive, velvety walls.

“Fuck,” you choked out as you ducked your face into the pillow. Your body jiggled each time he thrusted his fingers back into you, drawing out heavy sighs and sonorous moans from your pretty lips.

“Yeah, that’s it baby girl,” your boyfriend praised as he snaked his other hand around and began to draw sloppy shapes around your clit. You tensed beneath him as your walls fluttered against his long, curved digits. “Don’t hold back - I want you to cum on my fingers before I fuck this cute little pussy of yours,” your lover rumbled in a low, husky voice before nipping at your earlobe.

Your eyes rolled back as he rubbed your clit with even more fervor, each stroke bringing you closer and closer to the edge of your sweet release.

“H-Hobie,” you writhed as he tugged the collar of your sweater to the side. A small gasp left you as Hobie nibbled on your shoulder before lathing his warm, wet tongue over the tiny bite mark. Your legs violently shook as your boyfriend's fingertips brushed against your gummy cervix, the sensation causing the band inside you to violently snap.

“Fuck yes!” you cried out and threw your head back as your pussy squeezed his digits in a greedy vice - soaking his nimble fingers with your warm, delectable nectar.

“Christ,” Hobie cursed as he slowly dragged his fingers inside your puckering hole. “Makin’ such a mess, babydoll," your lover drawled. Your jaw went slack when he curled his fingers against your g-spot; a massive wave of pleasure rolling through your fluttering cunt as you mewled. “I fuckin’ love it,” Hobie murmured while smirking against your shoulder.

You felt like your limbs were turned to jelly by the time your walls stopped pulsing around his thick digits. Your breath hitched as your boyfriend slowly pulled out his deft fingers, leaving your entrance raw and oozing with your cream. You slowly opened your eyes when you felt something warm and slick against the corner of your mouth.

"Go on, lovie: see how good you taste," your lover rumbled. You parted your lips with a heavy sigh before Hobie slipped in his slick-coated digits. You moaned softly as the sweet taste of your own cum washed over your delicate tastebuds. Hobie groaned and pulled his boxers down as you curled your lips over his fingers and suckled on them tenderly.

"Fuck, that's a good girl," he praised as you swirled your tongue around his thick, long fingers. You fluttered your lashes as he pulled his fingers towards the inside of your cheek. You mewled and thrusted your ass back as you felt the cold bulb of his cock piercing rub up and down your drenched slit.

"You still want me to stretch out this cute pussy with my thick cock, hm?" Hobie chuckled as he teased your needy clit with his throbbing tip.

"Fuck, yes!" you slurred against his fingers as you threw your ass back. You could practically feel the smirk on Hobie's face as he slipped his fingers from your mouth with a wet "pop". You shivered as he traced his wet fingertips along your spine before smoothing his palm over one of your supple asscheeks. You squirmed against your lover's touch as he lined his tip to your weeping entrance. The ache to be filled with his long, veiny cock drove you into a lustful frenzy as you whined.

"Hobie, please! I-I need you," you mewled your cheeks jiggling against his taut hips as his bulbous head just barely slipped past the rim of your tight hole. You shivered as his hot breath fell against your neck.

"I'm here, baby," he murmured gently as he spread your cheeks apart. You gasped and instantly curled your fists against the soft, cotton sheets as Hobie slowly pushed his girth inside your needy cunt.

"Fuck, Hobie!" you moaned and squeezed your eyes shut as your walls stretched and molded to the perfect curve of his length.

"God, you wrap around me so fuckin' perfectly," Hobie grunted as he squeezed your bum. A shiver ran down your spine and straight to your core when his sharp hips became flush against your ass, his whole length stuffing you to the limit. You swallowed thickly and mewled as you felt his heavy balls rest snugly against your puffy clit: the light pressure enough to make you nearly fall over the edge again.

"Oh my fuckin' God," Hobie groaned as your walls pulsed around his shaft. Your eyes shot open as he dragged his cock half-way out before slowly thrusting it back inside your tight, squelching hole. "Pussy feels so good, lovie," he moaned as he rocked his hips at a steady pace.

"F-Fuck," you keened at the delectable, wet friction of his dick gliding along your silky walls. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you felt your cunt spasm and clench around his cock. "No, not yet," you begged internally before gasping as he slammed his cock down to the hilt.

Your moans nearly shook the walls as Hobie's pace began to pick up, the tightness in your core growing with every drag of his dick. Your legs trembled as you felt his Prince Albert kiss and rub against your cervix with each eager thrust.

"S-Shit, babydoll. Huggin' me so tight," Hobie grunted as he dug his nails into your hips, the pressure enough to surely leave bruises tomorrow. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as stars began to dance in your vision.

"God, yes - k-keep going," you moaned and arched your spine as you felt every nerve ending in your body glow with pleasure. Your body instantly stiffened when Hobie slipped his fingers against your engorged clit.

"Hobie!" you screamed as the cord inside you violently snapped. Your eyes rolled back as waves of pleasure crashed and tumbled over you - a riptide of bliss tearing your mind to shreds. Your legs quaked as your pussy clenched down on his dick - gripping it in a deliciously snug vice.

"Oh God," Hobie grunted as his thrusts faltered, your walls pulsing and soaking his cock with your warm slick. You babbled his name incessantly as he began to snap his hips forward once more. "You're so fuckin' hot when you squirt all over my cock, baby," your boyfriend moaned while pounding into your puffy cunt.

You could only manage a strangled mewl as your body was shaken with wave after wave of overstimulation. Your jaw went slack at the sound of your cheeks clapping each time Hobie's hips slapped against your body.

"Want me to fill you up, sweet girl?" Hobie purred as he began to rub messy circles around your bundle of nerves. You released a strained cry of pleasure when his cock twitched between your snug walls. "C'mon, baby: let me here you," your lover coaxed before gently pressing his soft lips to your shoulder. You parted your lips as you slightly tilted your head to the side.

"Y-Yes," your voice cracked as you felt yourself already growing tight again. Only Hobie could do this: make you cum so many times before he eventually filled you up with his thick, potent seed. "Yes, H-Hobie. Please stuff me so full that your cum leaks from my pussy," you mewled. You felt him smirk against the patch of goosebumps over your skin as he continued to thrust his heavy length into your aching, stretched out hole.

"That's my girl," Hobie's breath stuttered before he latched his mouth onto your skin. You threw your head back and keened as you felt the gentle suction of his lips against the tender bite mark left from before. Your mind was too far-gone with pleasure to even register the sound of your bed loudly creaking and groaning as your lover's thrusts began to falter.

"Fuck, (Y/N). Cum with me, lovie. Cum with-" Hobie cut himself off as he suddenly slammed his cock down to the base. Both of you moaned in unison as waves of pleasure rocked you to the core. "Fuck yes," Hobie gasped as his cock pulsed inside your drenched cunt, painting your walls with ropes of this thick seed. Your head spun as he panted against your shoulder, his fingers now digging crescents into your plush waist.

"S-So good, Hobie," you shuddered as your body was ravaged with euphoria. You panted heavily as your pussy sucked him deep inside you, his piercing pressing against the gummy plug to your womb as his cock continued to throb. Your heart pounded in your ears as you drifted back down from your high, your body coated in a thin sheet of sweat as Hobie groaned.

The room was filled with the sound of your combined, heavy panting as the two of you caught your breath. You whimpered as he slowly began to pull out.

"You okay, lovie?" Hobie asked as he smoothed his hands over the marks he dug into your hips. You sighed as you soaked in every dip and curve of his body pressed against yours: from his calloused fingertips lingering on your skin to his softening cock still trapped between your cum-coated walls.

"I...I just want us to stay like this," you said while biting your lip, your heart pounding against your sternum as you fluttered your lashes. "Please?" you cooed. Hobie chuckled softly as he gave a slow nod.

"As you wish," he hummed. You squeaked when he suddenly wrapped his lanky arms around your torso and plopped onto his side.

"Hobie!" you laughed as he pecked your neck while pulling you flush against him. You giggled at the cheeky smile plastered on his face as he peppered your neck with slow, lazy kisses. Your body glowed with warmth as he sighed and traced his fingertips over the curves of your stomach.

"You're so special t'me, y'know that?" Hobie said, his voice hoarse yet also endearingly soft. You slowly turned your head and gave him a gentle smile.

"You're special to me, too, Hobie," you murmured before kissing the tip of his pierced nose. Your boyfriend grinned ear-to-ear as he closed his eyes and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Love you, babydoll," Hobie murmured as he slowly closed his eyes. You giggled when he suddenly let out a loud snore, the sound rumbling through your ear as his chest rose and fell. You cooed and pecked his cheek before pulling the covers over your worn bodies.

"Love you, too, Hobie," you whispered gently.

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[tune-on-in-folks]

This is a rewrite of an earlier draft, just in time before midnight lmao. Enjoy day 5, where Vox hypnotizes you.

Tags/Warnings: Hypnosis, questionable consent, dub-con sorta, fem!reader, p in v, masturbation, multiple orgasms for both parties, photo taking Word Count: 2,095

Vox had discovered early into knowing you that he couldn't hypnotize you. At first it had frustrated him to no end. How was it that there was someone else who could resist his hypnosis? You weren't even an Overlord! He could at least hypnotize Valentino... So what made you different?

It was a question that faded away as he got to know you. You were intelligent, not as weak-willed as most of the Sinners in Pentagram City. It was only natural that you could resist his hypnosis. Still, a deep part of him was completely miffed at it. He prided himself in his powers, after all.

He was watching some mindless show with you beside him on the couch when you spoke up.

“How would you feel about hypnotizing me?” Your voice was soft, curiosity clear in your voice.

Vox paused his show, turning to look at you, his eyes searching your face. “My hypnosis doesn't work on you.”

He didn't know why you were asking him how he felt about it when you both knew you weren’t susceptible.

You roll your eyes, “Just answer the question.”

He raised an eyebrow but thought about it. “I don’t really have a need to hypnotize you, babydoll. So I don’t know how I’d feel about it. Why?”

You shift onto your knees, shuffling over to settle onto his lap. “You could hypnotize me. It hasn’t worked before because I’ve never given you my consent to do so before.”

You press a soft kiss against his lips, “There’s always a level of consent to it, you can’t make me do something I don’t want to do.”

He returns your kiss, his hands moving to your waist, holding you against him. “What I’m hearing is that I can actually hypnotize you?”

You nod, kissing down his neck. “Correcto! I give you my consent and you can hypnotize me. So…what do you think about hypnotizing me?”

He thinks for a second, his fingers idly playing with the hem of your shirt. You press kisses against his neck, nibbling here and there.

Vox groans, “In what context are you asking me, doll?”

You pull back, meeting his gaze. “Well you see…I kind of have a hypnosis kink. So in the context of us… having sex.”

He blinks in surprise, a shocked chuckle escaping him. “You have a hypnosis kink and you’re only telling me this now?”

You nod, “I am. I trust you, Vox. Enough to surrender my mind to you and let you do whatever the fuck you want…well to an extent. You can’t do anything to me that I don’t want on some subconscious level.”

A soft blush covers his screen and you can feel his cock twitching to life beneath you at the thought. “Shit, baby. I wasn’t expecting this from you.”

You giggle, pressing another soft kiss against his lips. “Well? Do you want to?”

“Uh, fuck yes?” He responds, his smile widening. “Come on babydoll, surrender your mind to me.”

You roll your eyes at his words but meet his gaze. His left eye starts to swirl with his hypnotic powers. You take a deep breath, relaxing in his arms. You trusted Vox not to abuse what you were offering and with that, you gave your consent. His powers seeped into your mind, blanketing it with a hazy fog. Your body relaxed against him, slumping slightly. Vox watched you carefully, taking note of how your eyes were taken over with the red and black spirals of his powers. How your body relaxed against him. The sight was alluring. He could almost get drunk on the sight of you, knowing you were compliant to him.

“What to do, what to do…” he muses, rubbing at the bottom of his screen, as though rubbing his chin.

Deciding to test the waters he suggests, “Stand up.”

You do so immediately, climbing off his lap to stand before him. Vox looked up at you, letting his hands fall from your hips. He could make you do a lot. Not everything, and certainly nothing against your subconscious boundaries. But a lot.

Still he asks, “You said there's a level of consent…that means I can't make you do anything you're uncomfortable with, correct?”

You nod, your voice low, “correct.”

“And if I suggest something that you don’t like?”

“I’ll wake up.” Came your reply.

He nods, “Okay.. then how about you strip for me, doll?”

Vox watches, entranced, as you began to strip. Your shirt dropped to the floor, your pants following. He bit his bottom lip, watching you shimmy out your panties and pull off your bra. His eyes raked down your body slowly, taking in your curves. The way your chest rose and fell with each breath. He reached for his belt, freeing himself from the confines of his pants. He was hard to an almost painful extent, precum leaking down his cock.

“How long have you wanted me to hypnotize you and fuck you?” He asked, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

“Months.” You murmur, your eyes locking in on his cock.

He smirks, “Did you touch yourself thinking about me using you?”

You nod, your legs pressing together as your arousal builds. “Yes.”

“Shit.” He says, beginning to pump his cock slowly. “Show me how you touched yourself.”

You moved immediately, your hand sliding down in between your legs. You gathered up the slick from your cunt, dragging it up to swirl around your clit. Your other hand circled your nipples, pinching the hardening buds. You slipped your fingers lower, slipping them inside you.

Vox felt himself getting harder, his hand moving a little faster on his cock.

“Bring yourself to orgasm, babydoll.”

He watched as your efforts doubled, loud moans spilling from your lips. You stood in the middle of the living room, pleasuring yourself for him. It was almost too much. You cried out, your body jerking as you came around your own fingers.

“Stop.” He requested, watching you pull your fingers from your dripping hole.

He sat back, his hand stalling around his cock. “Come here and staddle me.”

You followed his command, climbing back onto his lap, his cock brushing against your entrance. Vox grasped your hips again, lining you up before pulling you down onto his cock. He groaned, clenching his teeth as your tight pussy enveloped him.

He was ready to up the ante, “You want me to keep fucking you, no matter how sensitive you are. You feel empty without my cock inside you. You will do anything to get me to keep fucking you. Understand?”

You bite back a whimper, nodding desperately. “Yes.”

He pulled you down into a kiss, rolling his hips into you slowly, “fuck, doll, you’re so wet for me.”

He moved you up and down his cock, slowly fucking into you. His pace picked up, his thumb rubbing tight circles against your clit. Your head fell back, your body taking over his movements to bounce on his cock.

“That’s it.” He mutters, kissing down your neck.

He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking softly. Vox moves from nipple to nipple, relishing in your moans. The sound of him fucking into you filled the air obscenely. He pulled back, watching as you fucked yourself on his cock.

“You look so beautiful. So dumb and compliant on my cock. Not a thought in that smart head of yours right now, is there?”

You shake your head no, your body tensing as you grow closer to another release.

Vox stopped his thrusts, his hands tightening around you, stopping you from moving. You cried out, confusion and frustration filling you.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“No!” You respond quickly, your mind wanting him to continue fucking you. “Please!”

He chuckled, realizing his suggestion was working. Vox resumed his thrusts, rolling up against you.

“Go on, doll. You can fuck yourself on my cock.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, your hands tightening against his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. Your movements begin again, your pace in time with his. It wasn’t long before your orgasm was rising up again. Your walls fluttered around him, drawing a guttural groan from Vox.

“Cum for me.” He mutters, his hips snapping up into you sharply, his thumb pressing a little harder against your clit.

Your body quakes as your release hits you hard. Your head falls forward against his chest, your body still moving automatically.

“Vox!” You whine, your walls squeezing his cock tightly.

“Fucccck.” He groans, his breathing ragged as his own release hits him unexpectedly.

He drags you down onto him, thrusting up into you as deep as he can go as he cums. He stills after a moment, catching his breath. It takes him a moment to calm down when he sees you wiggling desperately.

He chuckles, “You want me to keep fucking you, babydoll?”

You nod, “Yes, please. Please keep fucking me, Vox.”

He rolls his hips against you once more, his cock hardening again. He lifts you off his lap, a whine escaping your lips at the loss of his cock.

“Lay down on the couch and hold your knees to your chest.” He demands.

He watches as you move. You lay down, bringing your knees to your chest and holding them there. Vox settles in between your legs, sliding back inside you. The position let him slide deeper inside you, his cock-head kissing against your cervix.

“You look so beautiful like this…Can I take a photo?”

You bite your lip but nod. Vox’s eyes widened, not having expected you to say yes. He pulls his phone from his pants, still hanging loosely around his waist. He snaps a picture of you. He was cock balls deep inside you, pressing you down in a mating press.

He fumbles slightly, sending you the photo. Your phone dings on the coffee table as he tosses his aside. Vox rolls his hips down against you, slowly picking up speed with every pass.

His voice glitches, “Fuccck.”

Vox leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his body pressing even deeper inside of you. A mewl tears from your lips at the sensation, your walls fluttering around his cock once again. Another orgasm was building in your gut, swirling tighter and tighter.

“Going to cum inside you, doll.” Vox gasps, his pace bruising. “Can you give me one more release?”

You nod, “y-yes.”

He chuckles, seeing that, despite your hypnosis, you had learned your lesson in not responding to his questions. His hips slapped into you harshly with every rough thrust of his, sending you closer and closer to your inevitable release. Your arms reached around his back, pulling him tighter against you.

“Please.” You whimper, “Please.”

“Please, what?” He prompts.

“Cum inside me.” You whine, “I need to feel you, Vox. Please, please, please.”

He smiles, his hips stuttering at your begging. “Cum for me one more time, babydoll and then I’ll give you what you want.”

His hand slipped in between your bodies, finding your clit again. Vox had barely touched you when you cried out, your release crashing down over you.

“That’s it.” He praises, “So good, so good for me.”

His pace never slows down despite how tightly your walls clenched around his cock.

“Just like that….oh fuUUCCK!” His voice glitched out, a party noisemaker sound emitting from his speakers as he came.

His hot cum splashed against your cervix, filling you up. Vox slowed down his thrusts, idly fucking his cum deeper into you. You mewled at the sensation, your body overly sensitive. He came to a stop, his eyes meeting yours.

“Wake for me, doll.” He whispers, watching the swirls fade from your eyes.

You blinked up at Vox, the haze falling away from your mind. You both were panting from the exertion. Vox slowly pulled out of you, the sensation causing you to mewl. He helped you sit up.

“You did so good for me, baby. Do you…remember any of that?”

You take a moment to catch your breath before confirming, “I do.”

Vox stands offering you his hand, “Let’s go clean up, hmm?”

You smile, taking his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. “Thank you, for not abusing the trust I gave you.”

Vox’s expression softens, “I’d never. Now let’s get you cleaned up and then maybe I’ll take you out to dinner. Sound good?”

Your smile widens, your eyes shining with adoration for the Overlord. “Yeah, that sounds good, my love.”

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Hello Hello!! I saw that you're taking requests? If it isn't too much trouble could I request something for a platonic Alastor x Tailor!Reader? Maybe being besties or gossip buddies? (Since I made an OC design based on ideas)

Oooh! I like this idea and to be honest, it reminds me of something I’ve been thinking about when it comes to Al; I made that one post of KNY’s Iguro Obanai with a Fluttershy! Reader and I have the extreme urge to see Alastor with a Rarity! Reader— but anyway. Let’s try this out

Alastor- Mischievous Rumours

“That’s when Charlie said ‘oh fuck you, Alastor. All you do is stand there, smiling while you watch us struggle and fail’. She’s such a fool for thinking I care for her and her friend’s helpless little struggles. Isn’t that delusional mindset so hilarious, my dear?” Alastor, the Radio Demon, laughs upbeat and eccentric with the radio effect deeply laced through his thick transatlantic accent voice chimes out as the grip on his signature staff-like microphone-cane seems to loosen. Standing completely still and on a nice marble pedestal, the deer Overlord spoke both mockingly and casually to the sweet kind tailor sinner, Leitora. A wonderful talented soul with the needle and thread, when it comes to tailoring coats like his own

“It definitely is, Al” You chime out softly and a bit distracted, hands wondering around the long torn rims of his red pinstriped coat. Only wondering in order to find the out of place tear that Alastor pointed out upon visiting your tailor shop. Some sinner named ‘Sir Pentinous’ had managed to tear off a bit of Alastor’s classic coat and as his most trusted tailor, it’s your job to take care of this little rip and tear within Alastor’s patience

The Radio Demon will not deny… he likes being up on this pedestal and his coat being touched, it makes him feel on top of Hell

“I know, darling. I find it so amusing that she believes I believe in her” This is a common thing Alastor did whenever he came to visit you for a hangout or when he needed you to repair his clothing. He loved to throw shade and shit at the Hotel staff and clients he surrounds himself. He loves to berate Husk for being incompetent, he loves to badly mock Angel Dust for flirting with him, he loves to mock and ridicule Vaggie, and he especially enjoys making fun of Charlie’s ‘delusional’ dream of redeeming sinners. You didn’t mind it, you find Alastor a funny man

“You’ll never believe in redemption, hey?” You also don’t mind snarking and teasing Alastor. He lets it slide with a natural toothy-less smile. His blood red eyes following the way you traverse over to the silver rack of many neatly organised rolled-up fabric bundles to pick out a perfectly shaded and patterned piece of crimson red fabric to begin sewing onto the obvious edge rip on the left side of his coat’s hems

This’ll be over in a few seconds but that doesn’t mean you won’t spend a whole twenty minutes with Alastor, spreading gossip around with him about sinners in your opposite ends. He’ll tell you about Overlords, you’ll tell him about the common Sinners. You like Alastor as a friend for a number of reasons, one of the main reasons being the mere fact you two can chat and gossip around, so fluently and naturally

“Believing in redemption is like believing a heart can beat without blood, darling. It’s just not possible. It’s foolish, mindless, sheltered. All adjectives to explain Charlie as a whole” Alastor is quite brutal with this and you can actually just sense the sourness pouring out of his voice and darker eyes as he speaks once more, his stance still well-mannered and classy but his gripping hand growing firmer, as if bottling up some type of anger deep within his soul. Deciding to not poke the sleeping deer any further, you effectively use your claws to trim off the rest of the string that tied the new fabric chunk onto his coat’s hems and repaired the tear to complete perfection

“Yes, Al. I understand, you are right in that sense”

Like a light switch upon hearing you agree, Alastor is instantly back to smiling more soft and caring with zero fangs visible than the very tense, passive-aggressive wide grin he had just painted on his face. Stepping down, rather gracefully, from the flat round multilayered pedestal, the Radio Demon readjusts his signature bowtie with a flick of his wrist. Sharp long red-tipped black clawed fingers dancing over his snazzy accessorises before facing you once more

He knows that new look of yours very well. A look of kindness and appreciation to see him once more but also urgency and duty. You’re busy and need him to leave but don’t want to say a word to avoid disappointing him

No, he didn’t like that whatsoever and he plans to be just a little bit selfish with one of his most favourites in Hell. He’ll have to take you away from your afterlife-stealing occupation so you can spend a day relaxing with him, drinking some nice warm tea and talking more smack about the people you two despise

Without even hesitating nor really thinking it over, Alastor locks his arm with yours and speaks once more, his kind and actually welcoming gaze and grin never once dropping as he begins to take charge, already deciding what’s going on for you today and he won’t hear you refuse such a idea

So… sorry, you’re gonna have to deal with it

“Darling. Don’t tell me you’re going to kick me out after this? How about you close up shop for today and we go out to a nice café? It’s been a while since it’s just been me and you”