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queenendless · 1 year ago

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💗Safe Haven (Adult!SatoSugu x Adult!Fem!Reader)💗

A/n: ... I legit had no clue what to write. So it's gonna be short. Sorry. God this JJK burnout is getting worse!

Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, and these two are enemies on opposites sides but in reality are secret lovers (though it ain't a secret to those who truly know them) with you as their third. And like reader-chan, I need comfort right now.

PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE, TRANSLATE, COPY, REPOST AND ETC MY FAN CONTENT. Reblog, like, and follow instead thnx u.

The front door of the apartment unlocked, swinging open as that familiar boisterous voice boomed out. “Sweetheart~! Your Toru is here~!” The door slide closed as Satoru Gojo took off his black dress boots to leave by your welcome mat.

His socked, heavy footsteps sounded getting closer in just a few strides. “Did ya miss me? Cause I sure missed — !”

The sounds of glass shattering followed by the loud thump of something falling made him run, honed in on your cursed energy. Finding you crumbled up on the glass shard covered floor of the living room.

“Y/n!?” Using the barest traces of cursed energy in his finger to collect the shards only to erode them into cursed nothingness, he could safely tend to you. “Hold on. I got you.”

Only when he slowly helped you roll around to sit up on your butt did he see crimson dripping down your hand from the cut open wound on your wrist.

“Fuck.” He muttered before speaking out loud. “I don't see any glass in there. Still,” He pulled off his blindfold to bind it tight enough to put enough pressure to stop the bleeding.

“Toru, your blindfold!”

“I have plenty of backups stashed back at my place. And here, of course. Besides, this is just temporary.” His updo now freed to let his hair down hang over those radiant eyes that bore anxious concern for you as well as the utmost confidence, pulling your uninjured hand up gently as his other arm wrapped around your waist to get you on your feet.

“Not to worry, my dearest angel. Your valiant lover will get you all patched up in no time.”

The sliding open of the rolling door leading to the balcony grabbed your attention.

Then again, you both felt that familiar cursed presence coming a mile away.

“Well now,” Seeing the manta ray returning to his own shadow, Suguru Geto hummed deeply. “What have we here?” He took off his zōri sandals to place by the open doorway. “Satoru, you're no healing nurse like Shoko is, ya know.”

“For your information, Suguru,” the sassy hurt in Gojo's voice betrayed the grin that was there. “I happen to be a wonderful nurse!”

Geto cheekily pointed out. “Then you have a small bloody puddle to wipe up, nurse-sama~”

Satoru groaned a bit. “Hang on. I can't be expected to do all the work.”

“My blood, my mess to clean up.” You meekly pointed out.

Satoru gently lifted you up by the waist just to plop you on the couch, clicking his tongue and wagging his finger at you. “Sorry love, but you look exhausted. No wonder you collapsed earlier and got yourself hurt. Now you need to take it easy.”

Suguru sighed deeply. “Very well. I'll help my dear Satoru out if it'll make him happy.”

Both men hummed as Gojo leaned over to smooch Geto for several drawn out moments to fill that mouth with its usual sweet taste. “Thank you~” Gojo beamed before stalking off to the bathroom where you kept the first aid kit under the sink.

Seeing a decent sized, withered red leaved Jubokko tree become sentient with blinking eyes creep out of Suguru's shadow made your curl away from it. “Sorry dearest, but it'll help clean up the mess much faster.” Suguru assured, despite cringing as its hole of a mouth sucked up every trace of blood on that floor, hissing as its root hands reached out for your bloody clothed wrist only to be sucked back into Suguru's shadow again.

“Wretched leech.” He griped, his white tabi socked feet padded over to you.

You flushed pink at the sight of Suguru undoing his gold-colored kāṣāya garment to drape over the couch as he rolled up his black yukata robe sleeves.

“Choosing to leave the sorcerer life is one thing … but living among these … monkeys. Honestly honey, I'd prefer you live with me and the girls … though with everything that's been transpiring lately …” He sat down and gingerly took your wrapped wrist, smiling faintly recognizing Gojo's blindfold even if bloodstained. “I can see why living away from all that chaos does seem safer.”

“I have returned!” Satoru slid in, holding the kit above his head like it was the newborn heir of the Pride Lands. “So, since I got here first and all, I figured you are up to playing nurse this time?”

“Fine by me. But best we clean it in the bathroom.” Geto recommended.

Gojo drooped, whining. “Back the way I came then. Jeez, could've told me that earlier?”

Geto scoffed. “Oh hush you.”

The cold tap water of your bathroom sink ran as the blindfold was unbound, plopping into the sink, crimson draining away as you kept your wrist under the running faucet.

“Fortunately, the cut isn't that deep so no stitching is needed. Still, I suggest you focus your attention elsewhere to make it seem less painful in your mind's eye, love.” Suguru cautioned as he doused a spare soft clothed rag on the countertop with your mild hand soap before letting it get wet enough.

“You can start by explaining why you're so pooped out?” Hugging you from behind meant you could lean on Satoru's sturdy body as your fatigue was coming back in.

“Insomnia.” You whined a bit as he lifted you up again just to plop you on the counter. “Depression. Lonesomeness – Figured it out now?” Your griping did unnerve them.

Your sniffling meant tears blurred your vision, looking away to face the wall and not them. Satoru weaved his hand through your hair, pulling your head to flush your weeping face in between his plush pecs as Suguru began dabbing and cleaning around the cut.

“I mean, work stress for one cause of course there is. Living here by myself for two. And seeing cursed spirits flock around here, harmless ones at that, still makes me anxious if things will escalate to full blown shit.” You felt yourself laxing as Gojo brushed your hair as well as your arm to reassure you that you weren't alone now. “I'm always gonna be worried for the day when you two don't come back … or for when you do return … but I'll be dead or worse.” The sting in your wrist was outweighed by the ache in your cracked heart.

Shadows covered both their faces, letting you speak.

“I know you both went through hell after Riko-chan … and Haibara-kun … and I thought leaving with Nanami-san would mean I find some semblance of peace and try to live as normally as I could.”

Gauze bandages gingerly covered your wrist as Geto's nimble hands got to work.

“Even so, I thought keeping in touch would be better than nothing … despite the risks … I needed to hear your voices again. See your smiles again. I'm sorry. I – !”

Tenderly holding your cheeks to have you look up at him, you became breathless as Gojo kissed you openly, his tongue brushing yours, capturing your sobs, brushing your streaking tears with those calloused thumbs of his.

“Never apologize for your big beautiful heart, you breathtaking angel.” Satoru heaved heavily, hot pants painting your trembling lips as various emotions swept through those big blue eyes.

Your chin was firmly grasped as your face turned to make way for Geto's lips as his thick neck flexed on how much he wanted to swallow your taste to drown out the horridness that is the taste of cursed spirits.

“How did two damaged beasts such as ourselves get to be blessed with the most endearing creature our eyes have ever laid upon?” Suguru whispered, devotion vivacious in his gaze.

Choked whimpers and shaky gasps leave your lips, submerged in their kisses of unified warmth.

“You were with me at my lowest point when I needed someone to hear me the most.”

“You knocked some sense into my dense noggin and dragged me back just so me and Suguru would hash things out.”

“Even prideful maniacs need to hash things out.” You yawned as Gojo carried you bridal style while Geto hurried packing the first aid kit away.

“I'm sorry we haven't made enough time for you, angel. I'm the biggest packing tank for handling the shittest messes those elders can throw at me. Doesn't beat seeing you though.” Satoru purred the last line as he flicked his pinkie finger to get your door to open. You giggled as he fell atop you on the bed, snatching Suguru's wrist as he just came in after. “Both of you~!”

Suguru's exasperated sigh was betrayed by his wistful grin as he smooched the smirk stretching on Satoru's face.

The sky went from cloudy and blue to the warm colors of the sunset.

Giant sculpted fingers traced your face. From your lashes to your nose. Brushing your forehead, your cheeks, then finally your breathing lips. Lost in deep sleep, Suguru watched in wonder at how serene you appeared.

Stripping off that black zip-up work jacket of his to drape over the dresser, Satoru laid down beside you, brushing your hair leisurely.

“So … what happens now?” Suguru murmured.

“Well,” Satoru hummed, raising a finger. “Option one: we keep going as things have been but that will still leave our little lamb all by her lonesome while we're swept up in the war of our ideals.”

“Option two: we both come clean about our secret but be labeled and hunted as partners in crime.” Suguru continued, raising his own finger.

“Or … there's always option three.” Oh Satoru the ominous.

“Which is?” Suguru was hesitant to ask.

“We three elope, you two and the girls can move into my place, we get two cats that look like us and we name them Catoru and Cuguru~!”

. . .

Suguru laughed under his breath. “You're such a doofus.”

“Well this doofus is all for you two to deal with til the end of our days.” Gojo drowsily put as he ruffled Geto's already tousled hair; his bun coming undone.

“Best to ask Y/n about it after she finally gets some good rest, first.” Geto kissed the wrist of Gojo's hand cupping his cheek; Gojo thumbed his earring filled, large earlobe.

“Hai Hai,” Pulling the younger man close enough, Satoru blissfully, deeply, lip lock danced with his best friend, partner in infamy, and one and only.

Well, one of two.

Heated panting hitting each other's faces, blue looked down, to which black followed.

Finally at ease, able to sleep with their distinctive scents and comfy warmth enveloping you.

For the first time in a while — what felt like forever to you actually — you were at peace.

Feeling velvety wet sweetness kissing you followed by another pair immediately after had you humming for more, to which brought you slightly out of sleep at how much they peppered your entire face with their loving kisses.

Sunset turned to night as their own exhaustion caught up to them both, spooning you from both sides, legs intertwined, snores filling the room, as three bundled into one among rustled sheets and strewn about pillows.

Your bandaged wrist brushed their bare wrists as their hands held yours.

Intertwined.

In hand.

And in life.

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heartfeltcherie · 5 months ago

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hiya! I wanted to know if you could either do

A) An Alastor x G/N Reader angst thing where he’s having a 🤩mental💕breakdown🤞 and just…sobs to them while hugging them kinda? Idk I’m just feeling like a comfort/angst mood rn

B) Platonic headcanons of Lucifer x Teen!Reader where he basically adopted them.

IF YOU CANNOT THAT IS AOK, IM JUST BEGGING YOU PLEEEAAASSSEEE

— i kinda went a different route but i hope u enjoy nonetheless!

☾. °. ࿐ ` , •

the battle wasn’t supposed to end like this.

alastor was the one who should’ve killed adam. alastor was the one who was supposed to to leave a mark on that disgusting angel.

but here he was, sat on the floor in his beaten up radio tower, his wound open and leaving itty bitty cirlces of blood where he previously walked. he was rethinking his steps; how could i have possibly lost that?

he was distracted.

not only when his precious staff broke, but the entire time he was going back and forth with adam… he was thinking about you.

where were you during the fight? were you okay? were you hurt? you were still alive right?

you’re his darling doe, of course you’d still be alive.

because if you got hurt, or somehow ended up dead, he’d be ready to hunt down those idiotic extermination angels and use their screams in his next broadcast for everyone to know that-

“alastor?”

his eyes are wide and he didn’t even realize he was tugging on his hair, his face damp from… tears? what is this? he doesn’t shed tears, only his selected victims do. he stiffens up, takes his fingers out of his hair and stands up.

it hurts. the gash hurts. but he won’t let his face show it.

but you already know.

“mon cher… you’re alive. i knew my little doe would make it through” that’s a lie, he didn’t. he just hoped you would- is that a bruise around your eye? and a scar on your cheek? those bastards.

“i needed to. i had to get back to you, somehow”

oh, how his heart flutters at your little statement.

“oh, my dear…” alastor puts a gentle hand on your face, examining the bruise and scar at a closer angle. “they hurt you. i’m terribly sorry i wasn’t there in your defence” you put your hand around alastor’s wrist. “you don’t need to be sorry, al. you were busy with more important things” he hums. “to me, nothing is more important than you, doe”

you smile softly up at him. then your eyes trail down his body and the smile is quickly replaced with a frown.

“alastor, you’re bleeding! oh my god!” a surge of panic goes through you, acting as if your beloved deer demon might pass away in your arms if you didn’t act quickly. alastor chuckles, trying not to wince as he does so. “my dear, no need for all the dramatics. i’m perfectly fine! hardly a scratch!” you squint your eyes at him — now was not the time for his antics.

“if you don’t make bandages appear right now, i’m not gonna have tea with you in the morning for the rest of the week”

alastor rolls his eyes but complies nonetheless, snapping his fingers as some bandage rolls appear out of thin air. he hands you them; he’ll be even more damned if he doesn’t get to spend his morning quality time with you.

“sit” you notion to the chair he usually sits in. he follows your instructions as you kneel in front of him to get at a better angle.

you begin to put the roll of cloth material around your beloved deer demon’s wound, making sure it’s not too tight but also not too loose. you look up every once in a while to see his beautiful irises already looking at you and suddenly your fingers become clumsy and your a blushing and shy mess.

“nifty killed adam, by the way” you pipe up. “ahh, the little one finally got to stab something other than bugs” you finish wrapping the bandage around him, securing it with the clip it came with.

“it’s a good thing she did, otherwise i would have. when your shield broke, everyone… i thought… you were”

“dead?”

you don’t say anything, continuing to look at a nice piece of floor board that you suddenly thought was interesting while you were still kneeling on the floor in front of alastor. he uses his pointer finger to tilt your chin up.

“my dear. my darling doe,” all those pet names made your face feel like molten lava — and you’re sure you looked the part, too. “you should know that, of all beings, adam wouldn’t have been able to kill me. he’s far too messy and lacks control”

“but your wound? he got to you”

alastor stands up from his chair, putting his hand out for you to take. of course you do, and his hand is nice and warm compared to yours as he guides you up off the floor. he’s still holding your hand as his thumb glides over your knuckles in a soothing manner.

everyone would call you crazy if you said the feared radio demon was gentle with you; so soft and careful. but the butterflies in your tummy and the flutter of your heart says that it was all meant to be… for you.

“that’s hardly a topic of conversation, mon chérie. a worthy discussion, if i may,” he puts his empty hand, that isn’t holding yours, up against your cheek, cupping it. he uses his thumb on that hand to gently caress your skin. “is how… ravishing… you still look. even after the tell tale signs of a battle” you can’t help but to lean into his touch.

“and there you go, changing the topic of conversation, again” you sigh, eyes half lidded. “i don’t hear any complaints from your end” you shake your head because no… there wasn’t anything to complain about.

“not one bit, al. not one bit”

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blackdollette · 1 year ago

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k so hear me out my dear favorite author...

part two to the bimbo reader x euro thing. but rough anal 🤩 (i thought of this while listening to hardcore anal banging by ayesha erotica...)

anyways yall r jus doin it and then euro is like "erm wait a min..." and pulls outta readers cunt and like SHOVES it in her ass 😭 shes crying out in pain for a bit (but she lowkey a masochist so i dont think she cares) and then those little "slow down!!"s turn into "oh my god, yes, euro!!!" 🤭

this idea has me seeing stars... ur requests are like a goldmine of ideas. this is my first time writing anal so please bear with me 😭

"you fucked me so good..." | euronymous

norman fucking rockwell. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

contents: anal, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

this one's kinda short

euronymous had been pounding into you for hours, your sore little pussy becoming a complete mess as you sobbed into the pillow. there was a white ring at his base from you cumming so many times, and you were about to cum once more until he pulled out, making you whine.

"one sec, angel..." he looked at his cock, dripping with your cum. he grabbed your hips once more, but instead of doing what you expected, you felt a shiver travel through your spine as he shoved his dick in your ass instead.

your eyes immediately welled with tears at the agonizing feeling of your tight hole being filled like this. but instead of giving you time to adjust, he got straight to it, pounding into your tight little asshole as you whimpered in pain.

"aww, does that hurt..? im sorry, angel..." he said, his voice dripping with fake pity. he started moving in and out of you at an inhuman pace, making your vision blur and your brain turn into mush. "so fucking tight..."

you gripped the bedsheets so hard that your knuckles went white. "e-euro... please! t-too fast..." you managed to say between sobs. at hearing your pleas, he went even faster, watching your ass recoil every time he hit it. "but you're making me feel so good... that's what you want, right..?" you couldn't help but nod.

the pain quickly turned into pleasure as he moved his hand to your pussy, rubbing circles onto your clit. he hit a spot in your ass that made you scream out. "r-right there..! feels so good..." he smiled as you saw you starting to enjoy yourself.

his balls started slapping your pussy every time he went back in, sending you over the edge. you felt a knot tying in your stomach, but it was much stronger than ever before. the pleasure became too much to bear. your body felt like it was getting weaker with every thrust.

he pressed his thumb into your clit as a few drops of cum escaped your cunt. "g-gonna cum, euro..!" you waited for his permission, your body beginning to tremble. "yeah... cum for me." he rubbed your pussy, making the knot in your stomach snap.

you started squirting all over his fingers, moaning at the feeling of this new sensation. he fucked you through your intense orgasm before reaching his as well. "gonna fill your ass up, angel..." was all he said before releasing his load in your ass, making your back arch with pleasure.

he emptied himself out into you before pulling out, watching as his cum dripping out of your hole. he waited until you came down from your high before he laid down beside you, staring right into your soul. "so, was that ok? not too intense?" you smiled and shook your head.

"that was pretty hardcore, though." you said. "I thought you'd fuck me to death." he chuckled softly, pulling your body onto his and bringing you into a heated kiss.

author's note: thank you for the request!! as I said before, this was my first time writing anal, so I hope this was realistic considering my lack of experience. I'm gonna try to post 1 or 2 more today. thank you!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #lana del rey #444rockstargf

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dysfunctional-doodle · 10 months ago

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What is your favorite and least favorite version of all the turtles?

I feel like it’s fairly obvious who I favour the most if you read my chat fic, Too Many Turtles (I have a lot of bias, oops) but I shall break it down.

Ok so favourites:

1987: Michelangelo (come on, he’s a surfer dude and actual angel)

90’s: Donnie (the snark he has with Casey makes my day, though Mikey is still second because he genuinely has the best relationship with Donnie I love watching those two interact)

2003: Mikey, duh. Just look at my blog and my fanfics. I love this chaotic gremlin.

2007: Mikey (again! Especially after hearing about the cancelled sequel of him joining the foot, his brothers demutating, etc. I will say I am looking forward to finally getting to the 2007 plot line in my chat fic, it’s gonna be great >:) )

2012: Raph (I haven’t watched much 2012 at all, I just can’t. I don’t know why people think it’s good in all honestly aside from a few episodes, but from what I’ve seen and mostly read about Raph gets way too much abuse dude, someone give this turtle a hug)

Bayverse: Donnie, followed closely by Mikey. (Idk why but the “younger sibling energy” they give these two is actually great. And Donnie’s little stims and the fact that he licks the icing off pop tarts and puts them back in the box just about pushes him above Mikey.)

2019: Mikey (again. Come on. Have you seen him in that movie?)

Rise: Donnie, followed closely by Mikey. (For me they are both pretty much even in different ways. I love Donnie’s chaotic neutral status and Mikey got boosted quite a bit after the movie, and the rage I feel whenever I hear about hall the episodes he was the star of but then they cancelled almost all of them.)

Mutant Mayhem: Mikey (Something about seeing him sadly look through a sewer grate at the humans with that music in the background made me want to protect him forever. Also I love his effort to try and be a comedian but his jokes are…um yeah. As a second I would actually say Leo - I know, strange for me - but idk, he’s just an anxious mess.)

And now least favourites, strap in boys:

1987: uuuh Leo I suppose. Kind of a fun sponge

90’s: again, Leo (though this doesn’t mean I dislike him; I really liked how happy he got when Raph woke up and the way he guarded him before then. He’s just the least favourite.)

2003: Leo (again, the same reasoning i iterated with 90’s. I really like this Leo but compared to the other brothers…he falls a little shorter.)

2007: Leo (Patronising Asshole)

2012: OK, this one is weird. I dislike Donnie the most by far only when he is simping for April. When they let him not have this as his only character trait he’s actually fun to watch but DEAR GOD I hate him when he kept being a creep to her.

Bayverse: Leo (He insulted Mikey, he must die /jk)

2019: Um I guess Raph? I like all of them pretty much equally, don’t really have a least favourite at all.

Rise: Leo (yeah I don’t like him. Don’t get why the fandom does. Still an ass)

Mutant Mayhem: Donnie (idk why, I like everyone else much more. Don’t get me wrong, I still like him though)

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arminsumi · 2 years ago

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hey sweet soul!! I wanted to ask you if you could write #6 of spicy nsfw with Armin. He's canonically with Annie so I think it's a good idea

After this take care dear, have an amazing day and stay hydrated💗💗💗

aw angel ty same to you 🙈💕 happy to have ur req i'm absolutely feral for this prompt hehe

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ PLAYING DIRTY

MDNI | Armin

⚠️Cws; cheating, SMUT

Notes; fem!reader

⚠️💦Smut cws; unprotected sex, creampie, a little 🐱 eating/playing, light breeding kink, clothed sex

░ 🍒 His eyes are plastered all over your body. He stifles a sigh, feeling agonized that he can't lay his hands on you. The poor boy looks so glum when Annie lays a bland kiss on him.

░ 🍒 Armin's goodboy front deters from how sexual he is. He's thought about having you in all sorts of positions. Sometimes he'd convince himself that it was you moaning from pleasure underneath him instead of her, and that it was your sweet pussy that's clinging to his cock instead of hers.

░ 🍒 He's had to fake or rush so many orgasms with Annie it's kinda sad :( he scuttles off to the bathroom and cums to the spicy messages you sent him.

░ 🍒 A few months into their turbulent relationship, he snapped and placed his needy hands on you. He just out of the blue crashed his lips onto yours while you two were hanging out at his apartment.

░ 🍒 The way he responded to your teasing touches was like that of a man starved of affection.

░ 🍒 "I want more of you." He begged. You were hesitant, "What about-" but he cut you off, "I don't care."

░ 🍒 "God, I can't help myself around you. Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He groans while sliding into you right there on the couch. He keeps your legs spread nice and wide for him, making sure you take everything he's got, even if you run the risk of getting caught.

░ 🍒 Sometimes he pulls out and finishes just in time before Annie comes home. You've had to hide in the closet of their bedroom more times than you can count. But Armin never lets you sneak out their apartment without pressing a dirty, feverishly passionate kiss to your lips.

░ 🍒 "I'm gonna make you mine." He whines, his cock unbearably sensitive from how long you two have been fucking. His lil mushroom tip stubbornly rubs into a spot you love, making you arch your back pornographically for him.

░ 🍒 There's a dent in the wall because of the bedframe bashing into it. You swear those thrusts sent you into another world. " 'Don't care if it's wrong, baby, 'm gonna put a baby in you 'n make you mine." He grunts, coming completely undone above you. "You'd like that huh?"

░ 🍒 His head spins when he sees you gushing and creaming all over him. And you bet he's licking it all up afterwards.

░ 🍒 "Look at that, baby, look how messy you are." He grunts, sliding his needy cock right back inside with a harsh snap to your hips. He just came, yet he still craves you as if he hasn't fucked you in a month.

░ 🍒 You'll often find yourself pressed against against the wall, Armin mouthing hickeys on your neck while you take him. "Mhm, take it, just like that. You're so good, so much better th-than... ahhh fuck, 'm gonna cum again."

░ 🍒 "H-hurry up, isn't your girlfriend coming back soon?" You whine, legs pried wide apart for him, shaking up and down, feeling him shoot another hot load inside. "Mmm, don't worry about it. We can squeeze in one more round."

░ 🍒 It's dripping down your thighs, and later at the friend's gathering you've got to act like you don't have Annie's boyfriends cum stuffed inside you while you sit and talk in the living room. You've even got to play off your limp.

░ 🍒 Or you'll sneak off into the laundry room with him, letting him make a sloppy mess of your mouth with his aching cock. Armin's not a verbal boy, but boy he sure is when you have your lips wrapped around him.

░ 🍒 Sometimes he's so impatient that he can't even waste time undressing. He needs to have you, to taste you, and absolutely devour you. His nimble fingers will impatiently rub into your panties, pull em aside and feel up how wet you are. He loves massaging your wetness into your clit. He knows how to play with your pussy better than his own girl's 🤷‍♀️

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anonymousewrites · 1 year ago

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 4) Chapter Seven

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Chapter Seven: Freaking Out is an Understatement

Summary: (Y/N) cleans up more messes.

(Y/N) picked up the phone and answered the call before it rang a second time. “Whatever Lucifer’s done, it’s not his fault.”

“…What has Lucifer done?” Chloe’s voice was deadpan and suspicious.

(Y/N) coughed awkwardly. At least he and Eve haven’t been caught yet. “Nothing. He’s done nothing.”

“It’s going to interfere with my case, isn’t it?” said Chloe, sighing.

“Not at all,” said (Y/N).

They both knew they were lying, and Chloe groaned. “Fine, fine, whatever. Maybe that’ll get us back to normal…”

(Y/N) almost warned Chloe about Eve but decided to stay quiet. Who knows what that shock would do to her. “So, uh, if we’re not calling about what Lucifer definitely hasn’t done, what are you calling about?”

“Well, you seem to have a good head on your shoulders,” said Chloe.

Uh-oh.

“You seem to understand the whole ‘God is real, the Devil walks the Earth’ business,” said Chloe.

Oh boy, what am I being dragged into this time?

“So I was wondering if you’d talk to Dr. Martin. She’s having a half-angel baby—” Chloe stumbled over the words incredulously. She still couldn’t believe it “—and she’s worried about its angel-ness.”

“…I’m not good at comforting people,” said (Y/N).

“I think you underestimate how good your advice is,” said Chloe.

Damn, flattery. “Fine. But you owe me, Detective Decker,” said (Y/N).

Chloe smiled into the phone. “Alright, kid.”

“Be nice to Lucifer when he screws things up!” chirped (Y/N), ending the phone call. God knew what problems Lucifer was going to cause with Eve. Poor Chloe’s investigation was going to go up in smoke. The least (Y/N) could do what keep Lucifer from getting killed by Chloe. (Eve could fend for herself).

(Y/N) stood in front of Linda’s door and sighed. They were really getting soft. Seriously, how many times were they taking control of these situations? Apparently, the adults were incompetent. At least they and their friends had brains.

Well, some of us, thought (Y/N), snickering.

Still, they were there to help Linda, hopeless softness notwithstanding, so they reached up and knocked.

A frazzled-looking Linda opened the door. “Oh, (Y/N). What a surprise. Come in.”

(Y/N) walked in and glanced around the ultra-babyproofed room. “Aren’t you several months away from giving birth?”

“Well, you know, I like to be prepared,” said Linda, smiling through her tiredness.

“Uhuh.” (Y/N) was unimpressed and saw through it. “You’re freaking out, aren’t you?”

“What?” Linda chuckled and waved a hand. “Me? Freaking out? I have no reason to. Absolutely none. I’m just pregnant with a half-angel baby that could pop out with wings and oh dear god how do I parent a baby with powers? Who can fly? Do I need to babyproof the ceiling?!” She was pacing, running through every worry as it spilled out of her.

Freaking out is an understatement, thought (Y/N) as they watched the therapist spiral. “Okay…right.” They shrugged. “I mean, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

Linda paused and glanced at them. “You don’t?” So far, everyone else had been equally worried (Amendadiel) or protective (Maze).

“Nah.” (Y/N) gestured to Linda. “Seriously, it’s an angel��s baby. It’s gonna be healthy and happy, and you’re gonna be able to handle it.”

“I’m more nervous about after they’re born,” murmured Linda, hand on her stomach and eyes on her babyproofing attempts.

“Oh, yeah, the powers thing,” said (Y/N). They crossed their arms and shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah, those are pretty easy to handle. You just have to focus and get someone to help.”

Linda blinked, and her therapist brain switched on. “You seem to be very confident of that. Why?”

“You’re smarter than most of the people we know, so I’m sure you can handle a kid with powers,” said (Y/N). And if Lucifer can, then you definitely can.

Linda’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What aren’t you saying?” Her eyes widened. “Is there something going on that I should be worried about for the baby?”

(Y/N) groaned. They weren’t getting away with avoiding the questions. “No, no, I just—Can you sit down before I say anything?”

Linda hesitantly sat down on her couch, and (Y/N) took the chair across from her. They tapped their length and pulled the edges of their sleeves as their natural anxiety flared. It was one thing for Lucifer or Em to know about their abilities or Chloe to find out since (Y/N) was fighting with them, but to outright tell a human (When did I stop calling myself one?) was frightening. But to help Linda feel better, (Y/N) would do it. (I’m a softie. Damn it).

(Y/N) cleared their throat and avoided Linda’s gaze. “I, uh, I have abilities.”

Linda stared, frozen.

“And wings.” (Y/N) decided to bluntly drop the truth.

“You—what?”

“I have wings and powers,” said (Y/N). Before Linda could freak out, they continued, “No, I don’t know how it happened. Yes, I’m fine. No, nothing’s gone horribly wrong. Yes, I have people helping me.” They leaned forward. “But my point is that if I, someone born with totally human parents, can handle having abilities, then you can handle having a half-angel baby. If I’m fine, they’ll be fine.”

Linda relaxed slightly at their words but eyed them carefully. “Why am I just hearing of this now?”

(Y/N) gave her an incredulous look. “Do you think I came to terms with it easily?”

“Fair enough,” said Linda. “But you are alright now, yes?”

“I was never in danger from my abilities.” (Y/N) smiled. “And Lucifer and Em helped me out.” They extended a hand, and the shadows around them condensed and reached up to their hand. “I have things under control.”

Linda stared in surprise, and (Y/N) grinned. “See? I got help, and I figured things out. I’m sure that if your child has abilities they’ll have a huge support system around them.”

Linda smiled. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) shrugged. “No problem.” They stood. “But if you don’t mind, can you not mention my abilities to anyone else? I’m taking it one person at a time.”

Linda smiled kindly. “Of course, (Y/N). I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“Thanks,” said (Y/N). “And I know that you and your baby will be just fine.” They crossed to the door and opened it. They paused and glanced back at Linda. “Oh, and by the way, try not to stress out when Lucifer comes to see you. Eve of Adam and Eve is back on Earth and trying to flirt with him and drag him into trouble, so he might be making some bad decisions. Bye!” Before Linda could process that, (Y/N) was out the door.

(Y/N) walked into Lux and paused. It wasn’t even open, and yet workers were milling around a…catwalk? (Y/N) stared. Now, ordinarily they’d love this. They liked fashion, and they’d gone to various Fashion Week shows with Lucifer. However, with Eve, murder, and a missing necklace in the mix…this could only mean Lucifer was up to something, and (Y/N) knew that being up to something that involved a crime lord wasn’t a fantastic idea.

“Ah, (Y/N)!” said Lucifer as he saw them.

“What is this?” asked (Y/N).

“I’m going to draw out our dear murdered with some excellent bait,” said Lucifer proudly.

“By holding an auction fashion show?”

“Precisely,” said Lucifer.

“How does Decker fell about this?”

“She’s over there undercover as a waitress,” said Lucifer.

(Y/N) looked over, and sure enough, there Chloe was.

“See, everything’s fine,” said Eve brightly.

(Y/N) glanced at her and resisted rolling their eyes. Eve had no idea how much danger people could be in this situation. “Dad, you should go and talk to her.”

“No. I have no need. Besides, my cover is that I’m here with my date and the Detective is a worker.” It was a terrible excuse that (Y/N) saw through immediately and sighed. “Now, Eve, you need to get ready. It’s almost your turn to walk the catwalk.”

“Don’t tell me you found the necklace and you’re putting it on her,” said (Y/N) incredulously as Eve walked away. “She could take it.”

“Nonsense. She knows what’s at stake,” said Lucifer.

“She’s not a professional, Lucifer.” Chloe appeared at their sides, and while Lucifer shifted awkwardly, (Y/N) nodded in assent.

“Oh, I can assure you, she has plenty of experience. I mean, she’s much older than you, and she lived a long life before she went to Heaven, so she can handle this,” said Lucifer.

(Y/N) deadpanned. “Yeah, a party girl can definitely handle crime lords.”

As if to punctuate their sarcasm, a cry echoed from backstage. It seemed Eve had managed to find trouble before the show even began.

Decker was instantly on edge and pulled her gun out. “Stay back.”

Obviously, Lucifer and (Y/N) didn’t listen and followed her to the changing room where a man had a hand around Eve’s neck. A man in a suit held the necklace and her threateningly.

“Drop the weapon,” said Chloe.

Lucifer kept (Y/N) behind him and eyed the man warily. His immediate reaction was not to worry about Eve but to check on (Y/N). After all, they were his kids; his first priority.

“Toby, let her go,” said Chloe.

“Back off! Back off!” said Toby. “I am walking out of here with this necklace. It belongs to me.”

“Toby. I know everything, and I understand,” said Chloe.

“You understand? What do you understand?” said Toby viciously. “That I spent our entire budget on this necklace? That I’m ruined without it? That I’m only stuck in here to get what’s mine?”

“No, I understand you,” said Chloe. “The reasonable one. The one always taking care of their partner, cleaning up his messes.”

That’s a weird coincidence, thought (Y/N).

“Everyone loves Pablo, the ‘Fun One,’ ” said Chloe. “But if they really knew who he was…”

“He was a train wreck,” spat Toby. “He wasted all our money on hookers and blow.”

“He doesn’t sound like such a bad guy to me,” said Lucifer.

“Not helping, Dad,” said (Y/N).

“And after, after that voicemail, I rushed down there, found him beaten up, the Mirage gone!” said Toby. “I just, I got so angry!”

“Drop the gun and let her go,” said Chloe.

(Y/N) flicked their wrist, and a shadow wrapped up around Toby’s ankle. They pulled sharply, and it tugged on him. He yelped and fell back. Chloe ran up and kicked the gun away from her. She flipped him over and pinned him down.

“Hands behind your back,” she commanded, keeping her gun trained cautiously on him. Hearing the commotion finally, Dan came into the room and knelt to handcuff Toby.

“You alright?” said (Y/N), looking at Eve.

“Y-Yes. It was a bit scary but mostly dramatic,” said Eve.

Lucifer squeezed (Y/N)’s shoulder and spoke softly. “Thank you. Good job.”

(Y/N) smiled and nodded. They thought Eve was bad news, but she so far wasn’t a bad person. (Y/N) wouldn’t leave her to get hurt.

Lucifer looked at Dan restraining Toby. “Daniel, I’d like that necklace, thank you very much.”

“What? Do you really think we would just hand you stolen evidence?” said Dan incredulously. He scoffed and pushed Toby out of the room.

Lucifer looked at Chloe. “Detective? We need that necklace.” To make sure Eve didn’t get hurt, they needed to give it to the crime lord.

“I’m sorry, Lucifer,” sighed Chloe. “I wish I could help you.”

“Stop moping,” said (Y/N), hands on their hips as they looked at Eve and Lucifer sitting despondently on the steps of Lux.

“But without the necklace, we can’t keep Bashir Al-Fasaad from coming back to hurt me,” said Eve worriedly. She rested her chin on her hands. “And now the fun is done…”

“Seriously, quite the pity party.” (Y/N) pulled a hand from their jean pockets and held up a necklace. “You’re fine.”

Eve and Lucifer stared in amazement.

“How did you get that?” said Lucifer in amazement.

“Shadows grabbed it for me,” said (Y/N), shrugging. They tossed it to Lucifer. “Now, please, give it to the crime lord and clean this mess up.” They looked at Eve. “And then, you can go somewhere else to have your fun.”

“Oh…” said Eve. She looked down sadly. “But I didn’t want the fun to end. I mean, I don’t know anyone else here.” She smiled at Lucifer. “And we had fun together.”

“We did,” acknowledged Lucifer.

“And I’m sure that if you give me a chance, we can get along,” said Eve to (Y/N).

“What?”

“Please? Give me a chance to show that I’m not just trouble, I swear,” said Eve.

(Y/N) looked at Eve and sighed. “Fine, fine. One chance.” I’m only doing this since Dad is happy to have his friend back.

(Y/N) turned away before Eve could get too excited and walked towards the stairs up to the elevator. At the top, they bumped into Chloe, awkwardly walking in.

“Oh, hello, Detective,” said (Y/N).

“You can call me Chloe, (Y/N).” She smiled before looking around nervously. “Is Lucifer still here?”

“Yeah, he’s just talking to Eve.” (Y/N) smiled. “But I’m sure he’d be happy to talk to you.” The two turned to face Lucifer and Eve.

(Y/N)’s smile dropped.

Eve was kissed Lucifer, and he wore his Devil Face.

She accepted him. And as Chloe took a step back, heartbroken and ready to leave, (Y/N)’s heart clenched.

Dad, what are you doing?

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antlerx-art · 1 year ago

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GOOD OMENS 2 EPISODE 3 REACTION - CONTAINS SPOILERS‼️

ok so the resurrectionist minisode is in here

jim’s mug

nina my girl silence that damn phone at work

wait IS SHE THE WOMAN WITH THE JAUNTY HAT?

THE SCENE! THE CLIP! FINALLY!

but if aziraphale had already talked to muriel why does it seem like they don’t actually know each other? or do they both know it’s an act?

WHAT NO WAY WE WERE ALL WRONG THE WHOLE TIME? we were so sure crowley was moving to the bookshop but he’s actually just taking out the plants to let aziraphale use the car😭 nooo let me stay delusional

HES LEANINGGG HES GONNA SIT THERE WITH AZIRAPHALE AAHH HE DID IT

no okay muriel is trying to keep the disguise but aziraphale and crowley know they’re an angel, just maybe aziraphale didn’t really know them that well in the past

“word with you angel, in private” I’LL FINALLY KNOW WHAT THE WORD IN PRIVATE IS

THEY/THEM PRONOUNS FOR MURIEL YES!!!!!!!!!

aziraphale’s got used to lying to heaven huh

“one fabulous kiss and we’re good, i have a plan” yeah 🙂

AZIRAPHALE DRIVING THE BENTLEYYY

intro 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻🕺🏻

watching the intro more carefully my guess is that we’re going to see the gabriel statue thing here

“Ay Zed Fell”

THIS IS THE DIARYYY THE CONFIDENTIAL JOURNAL watch as aziraphale uses a pink glittery pen to write Crowley

and it’s in the past!!!! minisode incoming

“DEAR DIARY” he’s such an high school girlie

AZIRAPHALE WRITING ABOUT HIS DATE WITH CROWLEY AHHHH ripping my hair off

yup as i said statue of gabriel here

crowley is so she/her in this minisode

“that’s lunacy” / “no, that’s ineffable” HAH

classical music in the bentley is a crime aziraphale

“angel, WOT are you doing.”

HE CAN FEEL WHEN HE DRIVES THE BENTLEY UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT LMAOO

NO WAY IT’S YELLOW I CANT BREATHEHEEE

“change it back😠” / “but it’s pretty☹️”

CROWLEY THREATENING TO GIVE BOOKS AWAY i’m sure i’ve seen people drawing a scene like this in some comic i love this show

OOOHHH AZIRAPHALES FACE WHEN HE SPEEDS UP IM SICK

what the heck is in the background are those?? TARTAN MOUNTAINS?

is that furfur? no wait prime video says “demon josh” 👍🏻

crowley and gabriel scene I KNOWW ITS GONNA BE FUNNY

the fly is beelzebub IT HAS TO BE

“vavoom” is the new “wahoo”

jim looks so focused but there’s not one (1) single thought behind those eyes

stop making david tennant say he’s a doctor

AHH aziraphale still can’t drink here

bro you messed up restore that dead body rn

DETECTIVE AZIRAPHALE WITH THE HAT

i think gabriel was with beelzebub

NOO whats happening poor girl

so she was sick already

CROWLEYS HAND

what’s Laudanum Poison

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO CROWLEY HELP😭 is it that thing he drank 😭😭😭😭

where did he go

HES LITTLE OMG WHYYY HES SO TINY if aziraphale puts crowley in his pocket i’ll be dead

alice in wonderland crowley

BIG TALL WOMAN 😍😍 if crowley puts aziraphale in his pocket i’ll be dead

oh this is the part where they mention kwording yourself

i’ll need to rewatch this whole thing it’s so chaotic

OH. MY. GOD.

THE WAY AZIRAPHALE IS TRYING TO STEADY HIMM

THE HAND AROUND HIS ARM AND WAIST IM SO WEAK I CANT DO IT I CANT THEYRE A COUPLE IM NOT OKAY

THEY’RE SOOO CLOSE

if hell noticed you’d already be WHAT crowley

oop he fell (lol)

ahhh this is the meme template scene

“mostly i just use it for twitter” damn bro same

“and grindr” damn bro NOT same

aziraphale is my grandpa using a computer for the first time thinking he has to talk to it BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS??

jim is about to remember stuff

“mm good job” / “oh, do you really think so?” i’m fine i’m completely okay

aziraphale’s relief after crowley says he hasn’t sold books 😭 also crowley being in charge of the bookshop because aziraphale asked even if he had said to nina “not even at gunpoint”

in company 🫵🏻with beelzebub!!!!!!🫵🏻

“and twitter and grindr whatever they happen to be” H E L P.

THE LITTLE HAT THING AND THE LITTLE LAUGH AND HIS FACE I LOVE AZIRAPHALE SOOOOO MUCH

RAINY RAIN!

she wasn’t having an affair but she felt like it

ARE NINA AND MAGGIE GONNA KISS RIGHT NOW?

CROWLEY I KNOW YOU LIKE ROMANCE

nah i should’ve expected this 😔🙏

OHHHHHHHH jim is spilling the tea

hi shax 😄

VERY CLOSED

NO CROWLEY DONT LEAVE THE BOOKSHOP something’s gonna happen to him NOO IM NOT READYYYY

oh i thought shax was gonna see jim but there’s the miracle i forgot about that

anyway jim is obsessed with books falling and gravity i think it means something

WAR ON AZIRAPHALE?

OH MY GOD PROTECTIVE CROWLEY

“it’s always too late” i’m sick S I C K

i need to recover but i can’t wait to see the 1941 scenes

anyway so far i like how even though this season is very quiet gentle romantic and love centered, it’s not that different from season one, i noticed how well the plot and the romantic moments are mixed together and it’s not really just aziracrow

tagging @neil-gaiman since he said he was interested in reading live reactions

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minkdelovely · 8 months ago

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oh my god… so… 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

i read this last night before i fell asleep (how i managed to do that, i actually don’t know). yesterday was not the best for me, but the stars aligned and allowed me to see that danny posted this when i was doing my “final sweep” before putting my phone down for the night.

to say i have been looking forward to this is an understatement. i wouldn’t say i’ve been subtle about my thirst adoration for nun alastor, but be warned that what’s under the cut is me at my most vulnerable.

yes, you read that correctly. this is a bold thing for me to say if you’re familiar with my little articles. my mess is a judgement free zone… i am humbly asking for that in return if you choose to continue, because i didn’t hold back. 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

DANNY: THANK YOU FOR PROVIDING THIS TO THE UNDER-SERVED 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

please accept my humble offering. you have given this wretched, BASHFUL little sinner SUCH a gift 😈❤️‍🔥

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

The intricate stained-glass windows were illuminated under the moonlight, casting grand scenes across the earth at your feet.

MMM ESTABLISHING MOOD 😮‍💨❤️‍🔥

Candles lit up the pulpit faithfully at the front of the chamber, while torches lined the perimeter. In this lighting, the room seemed so different, giving off the air of a deathly calm and peace; a juxtaposition to its normally bustling, jittery energy.

AAAHHHH I WANNA BE THEREEEE

Your eyes flash with fear, hands flying defensively upward... before you sigh with relief. You caught sight of a small, fuzzy mouse, scurrying away from you. False alarm, for now...

CLASSIC 😂

Your head was high; you had genuine, innocent hope that this wouldn't be some money laundering, bait-and-switch scheme. And if it was... well, you just might punch a priest.

AS ONE DOES 💅🏻✨

You were welcomed in perfect silence, your eyes trained on the confessional booth before you. A simple construction, for sure, but the carvings and finishes made the booth seem... expensive. You walked up to it, hand tracing intricate carvings of religious iconography. Snakes, the Forbidden Fruit, Angelic wings... a myriad of designs and carvings litered the enter frame. Had you had better lighting, you would take the time to appreciate it more... but you were here on strick business.

UGHHHHH THE WAY I CAN SEE ALL OF THIS IN MY MIND’S EYE 😩❤️‍🔥

"Child, I apologize for keeping you waiting. Sadly, there's no rest for the wicked, nor those who seek to help them." You sigh in relief as Vox speaks to you, shoulders instantly relaxing.

SUCH A GOOD LINE HERE

"Oh, dear Child, you are mistaken! A sinner is not capable of change! Or is a sinner about to even fathom walking to the Heavenly Gates. No... the actions taken can never be washed clean... at least, not in Hell. What's done is done. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. But..." You feel your skin crawl as you feel the Priest facing you, still unable to see him in the darkness of the booth, just behind a lattice-patterned divider.

HOPES FUCKING DASHED OMGGG

Your face instantly morphed from bafflement to rage, anger brewing in your core,"What-- what are you saying?!?"

this is LITERALLY how I would respond if Vox said this to me. no hate to the Vox hive (I totally get it) but it’s gonna be a hard no from me 😂🙈💖

You feel your eyes welling with hot, angry tears as your words spew out, unabashed," I LOATHE your methods! I think that taking people's money for their loyalty is-- it's sick! Almost as sickening as buying their love with promises of salvation! You're just-- just some pompous, religious twat!"

DRAG 👏🏻 THIS 👏🏻 BITCH 👏🏻

You slam your fist into the partition again, feeling your anger bleeding into your physical form," I'll tell you-- I'll you that I think you're a fucking sham.. this whole Chapel is! The only GOOD thing you have in this building is your fucking Nun, Alastor!"

YEESSSSS!!!! COME FOR SALVATION, STAY FOR THE SEDUCTIVE NUN 😈❤️‍🔥😈❤️‍🔥😈❤️‍🔥😈❤️‍🔥😈

"I've had it with this discussion. You aren't here to help me. You're here to coerce me. And I'm not gonna listen to another word of your warped gospel, you cheap, conniving, greedy fUCKER--!"

OOHHH SO ANGRY!! MY PULSE IS UP 👀😂 **this was the last time i was breathing normally**

"At least, Sweet Lamb... you've begun to see the light!"

CHILLS!! CHILLS OVER MY WHOLE BODY

You freeze, eyes straining to look behind you. The voice of the Priest was no more, replaced with the familiar, velveteen tone of the Nun.

VELVETEEN??? YOU ARE WILD FOR THIS 😩❤️‍🔥

You opened your mouth, struggling to speak with no support," Y-You! This is-- please explain!" was all you could squeak out, before a neutral hum sounds behind you. You shuddered as it reverberated through you, no time to think as you were spun around. You shuddered as it reverberated through you, no time to think as you were spun around.

OHHHH MY GOD 🫠🫠🫠

Again, the Nun's body pinned your own, craning downward to look at your frightened face," Sadly, the Priest could not make it to Confessional tonight... But, I was more than happy to step in, in his absence." You trembled as his arms left deep rivets in the wall beside you, swallowing hard," And, to be frank, the help he would have offered you would have been the same; inadequate, even."

CONSIDER ME CONVERTED OH MY GODDD I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHEEEE

"However..." You felt a clawed finger beneath your jaw, beckoning you to look up. You were faced with the same, wide smile, eyes narrow slits filled with delight. "There are things that a Saint, such as myself, can still offer to you..." Your eyes widen in recognition: Aha! So he WAS a man, afterall.

MY LORDDDD MY CHEST IS TIGHT🫠❤️‍🔥🫠❤️‍🔥🫠❤️‍🔥

Alastor's grin grows a touch mischievous, before a weighed sigh leaves him," Alas, the Priest here struggles with... containing himself. He has a history of giving in to Earthly desires, time and time again. I can bring him much discomfort with just my voice, let alone my boyd... I am merely a vessel for the Lord, and yet he wishes to, well, lay his claim. And so, the habit conceals everything he can't keep his eyes off of; everything he is not permitted to touch by the Lord."

IT’S ME. I’M THE PRIEST 🫠🫠🫠

"Sure, right-- Okay... perverted Priest. Wouldnt be the first time I've heard of that..."

LAWSUITTTTTTS 💅🏻✨

"Okay, okay, second question: what are you implying that you can help me with?" You yelp as a knee comes between your legs, caging you again. Alastor bends down at the waist to match your height, his face growing closer to yours. With hands at either side of your head... you were still so close... and so, so trapped.

FUUUCKKK DUUDEE 🫠🫠🫠

"I think we both know that you have something else to get off your chest... Thoughts that you've been plagued with, My Lamb." A slender, warm finger runs down your cheek, knuckle first, ending the trail just below your jaw. You gasp as Alastor comes impossibly closer, his fringe nearly brushing your forehead.

I’M SO GLAD MY HARD GEL MANICURE DOESN’T MAKE MY NAILS SHARP CUZ I’D BE DOING DAMAGE TO MYSELF RN **just got a fresh set on friday night and chose a color called ‘harlot’ 😌❤️‍🔥

The Saint chuckles darkly, shaking his head," Oh, wayward one... your eyes betray you. They betrayed you the moment you looked into mine." You nearly squeaked as his other hand brushed through your hair, ensuring he could see your entire face. "I saw you, even from across the room... Eyes wide in awe, wonder... You were completely spellbound by a riveting performance. You tried to look away, you shifted in your seat to silence your nerves... And yet: your eyes never strayed far from this Servant of the Lord."

I AM GOING FUCKING CRAZYYY LIKE YOU ACTUALLY HAVE NO IDEA. LIIIKKKEEE… I REALLY AM 👏🏻 THIS 👏🏻 BITCH 👏🏻❤️‍🔥

You could feel his breath ghosting over your lips, subconsciously parting them as he continued to speak," Your body kept betraying your internal struggle, Little Lamb." A choppy gasp as the hand in your hair ran down to your neck, lightly caressing and pressing to your pulse.

HEART: RACING. BREATH: SHORT. PUSSY: ON FIRE.

"I could sense your heartbeat, quivering and loud, with each movement I made, each inhale I had to take to sing. Each time I smiled just a touch more... I could almost taste the sweat that ran down your brow, your eyelids fluttering during the final chorus. Your thighs could only do so much to relieve the pressure that built up in you. You were enthralled... but not by the Lord's gospel: but by me."

FUUUUCKKKK FUUCK FUCK!!! I ACTUALLY MIGHT HAVE A HEART ATTACK. IT’S TRUE, IT’S ALL TRUE!

You watched with baited breath as his hand drifted lower, until they landed on the hem of your bottoms, ghosting just above your core,"... you struggle to keep your thoughts, your body's reactions, at bay around me."

MHMM I KNOW I’M REALLY DESPERATE AND OBVIOUS IT’S SHAMEFUL 🫠🫠🫠

You gasp as you are groped by the large hand of the Saint, breath already ragged from his words," But... to know for sure, I need to hear these impurities come from your lips. The first step to forgiveness is confession; honesty. You must repent for your actions, in order to properly atone. So... is there anything you need to confess to, Bashful One?"

I AM SOBBING you had to use BASHFUL… ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Your eyes glazed over, a familiar heat brewing downstairs as you felt his palm grind against your clothed sex. Your head rolled back, lip quivering as the Saint waited patiently. Your mouth fell open, a quiet sigh escaping you. "Yes, there it is... let it out, Lamb. Don't hide in shame from the Lord. Embrace it-- embrace this--" You whined as your arms grabbed at his habit, his hands shifting and rubbing you through your clothing torturously. You try to stifle another moan, eyelids fluttering," Th-This is-- haaah!" You let your eyes fall closed, brows furrowing," Y-You have the wrong idea, I didn't come here to f-fuCK--"

KXKFXLHXIGXKZKHCKTCLGXKHX

His movements are slow, not to overwhelm you, eyes taking in your expressions to monitor your progression.

GODDAMNNNN I’M LOSING MY FUCKING MIND RN

"St. Alastor! I--" you caved to the feeling, grinding into the saint's hand," I-I didn't come for this, but... I-I did think immoral things about you." Good choice, Alastor thought.

yeah cuz i’m bashful, remember? 😌✨

You bit your lip as you were rewarded a pinch to your bud, back arching off of the wall as you wailed," I-I-- fuck-- y-your voice was really-- mmph!" You grabbed onto the demon's shoulders above you, rooting yourself in place as you felt Alastor's pace increase. "Hah... y-your hands looked-- feel-- so warm! Uhhn! Y-your eyes were--" Alastor pinches again, correcting you," A-Are--! Your eyes are s-so deep-- it feels like you were-- i-it felt like you were undressing me with them!"

THE WAY EVERY SINGLE WORD OF PRAISE HERE IS TRUTH INCARNATE

A sly smile graces his face, leaning in to place chaste, innocent kisses to your neck," ...and perhaps they were, clever Lamb... Perhaps they were~" You whined at the notion, mouth hanging open as you continued your confession. You could hardly think straight as you felt his fingers quicken, your eyes beginning to lose focus. You trembled, knowing that your body revealed that this confession had been doing lewd thing to your mind and body.

they need to legalize smoking inside buildings again because I’ve never needed a fucking cigarette so badly — i am ON EDGE

"W-When you caught me, for a moment I felt- hah-- saAAaafee~"

this needed its own because FUCK if this isn’t my deepest desire 🫠❤️‍🔥

You shuddered, fighting the mewl he tore from you so easily. Unsatisfied, you felt sharp teeth biting down, making you shriek with surprise. Pain was quickly replaced with a soothing pleasure, Alastor kissing and licking at the wound apologetically. You sighed, working up the mental capacity to speak again.

I THINK I’M GONNA END UP REACTING TO EVERY FUCKING PARAGRAPH LIKE YOU’RE REALLY TRYING TO KILL ME HERE ❤️‍🔥

"I-I felt, no-- I needed those arms around me again. I wanted..." Boldly, you moved your arms from his shoulders, pulling lightly at Alastor's veil," I really wanted to see what was underneath all of this, too... call it a sin, but... I... I have nothing to hide anymore; not from you or the Lord."

I AM SHAMELESS IN MY DESIRE 🫠❤️‍🔥

You watch as Alastor's head doubles over, a shaky groan escaping him. When he looked back up at you, his eyes blended in with the rest of the room: they became pitch black. "What an obedient, honest fucking pet you are, Little Lamb~"

JESUS FUCKING CHRISSTTT _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Without warning, two fingers made their intrusion, but you silken heat was relaxed enough to take him. You cried out in bliss from the reward, tugging at the head dress again. Alastor simply kept going, leaning in to kiss your forehead as he kept thrusting his digits up into your welcoming, quivering heat.

THE TUG MOTHER OF GODDDD 😩❤️‍🔥

You whine as you clamp down on his wet fingers, brows furrowing. You needed more; you demanded to see more. You didn't miss the way that Alastor hissed, brows furrowing at how tight you were. It seemed that he enjoyed the display far more than he let on...

I’M ACTUALLY WORRIED MY BRAIN IS GONNA MELT BEFORE I CAN FINISH THIS!!! I’M HAVING A HARD TIME WITH COHERENCY ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

He leans down to your ear, voice low and dripping with a sacrilegious heat," ...Tap once if you would like me to tighten my grip. Tap twice to stop it immediately." Your eyes, wide with desire, fluttered and rolled towards the ceiling, but you nodded nonetheless. If this was how all of your confessions would go... then you would become a zealot of the Lord and the Saint before sunrise.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY BRAIN IS BROKEN WE’RE RUNNING ON INSTINCT NOW BABYYY

Another tap to his shoulder, your eyes gazing into the flickering radio dials that had become Alstor's pupils. Again, Alastor was happy to amuse you.

FUUUCKKK MEEEE 🫠❤️‍🔥🫠❤️‍🔥🫠❤️‍🔥

"My, my, your confessions will fall unto deaf ears at this rate~ Speak up, won't you? The Lord and I are granting you an audience~" He knew you couldn't speak; he knew and he didn't care. He just wanted to see you keen and struggle against him, unable to do anything but beg for more or stop this all together.

AND NOW Y’ALL KNOW ABOUT MY DEGRADATION KINK 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥

Your legs quaked, your eyes threatening to roll back as you gave a singular tap. Just one. Alastor's eyes gleam with insidious joy as his smile expands. Even tighter.

DANNYYYYYY YOU HAVE TURNED ME INTO A RAGING ANIMAL

You felt your hips guiding themselves along Alastor's devout fingers, chasing a feeling that was hastily approaching. Alastor did little to stop you, intrigued by the display. At the intrusion of a third finger, a wanton dribble of saliva cascaded down your chin. A strangled groan: you certainly didnt mind the delicious stretch that your entrance underwent.

DEVOUT… FINGERS… 🫠🫠🫠🫠

St. Alastor returned his attention to your face, licking a heated stripe across your parted, swollen lips. You sputtered with ecstacy, the feeling further spurring you on. You felt your coil tighten, your throat burning as you panted with reckless abandon. "Come unto me, Little Lamb."

AAAHHHHAHAHHHH!!! THIS IS ONE OF THE HOTTEST THINGS I’VE EVER READ OH MY GODD

Your felt a small, dried blood trail from the bite on your neck, trembling with the notion that he visibly marked you. If he didnt intend to own you, then he made a grave mistake.

TRUER WORDS HAVE NEVER BEEN SPOKEN BITCH I NEED TO FUCK THIS NUN

You only whine as the feeling of his warm fingers left your core; this only managed to light a fire in you. You look back towards the Saint as your eyes lidded, a heavy sigh his only warning as you pushed him off of you. Alastor, surprised, caught himself with a pitch black tentacle that manifested behind him. You start to unbutton your bottoms, pushing them off of your hips before kicking them to the side. You start trudging towards the Saint with a renewed heat in your eyes. Alastor's grin nearly split his face in half as he watched you, completely overtaken by your desire to commit more sins.

I COULD ONLY HOPE TO BE SO BOLD 🫠❤️‍🔥🫠❤️‍🔥🫠

"It seems that you are still plagued with impure thoughts. Tell me, Dear Lamb..." Alastor practically chuckles as he takes you by the wrist, tugging you off your feet and into the booth. You land harshly on his lap, the both of you groaning as you grind down on his firm, tall erection.

FUUUUCKKKKKK!!!! OH MY GOD!

"I have had thought of you f-fucking me... a-and I don't know how to b-b-- AHH!!" Your hips buck at an unfamiliar feeling, one of Alastor's tendrils caressing and teasing your entrance," I-I don't how to-- How to banish the thought... I-I may need higher intervention. I-I need your blessing, St. Alastor."

WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU B&E MY MIND PALACE DANNY???

A prideful, malicious smile replaces the amusement on his face, long, slithering tongue dragging across his lips," Well, that is certainly a hefty demand! You poor, sinful wretch!"

I REALLY AM 🥲🥲🥲🥲

The Saint looked all too pleased as you heard the rustling of fabric. You tried to look down, but a tentacle covers your leering eyes, making you wail in frustration. Alastor tuts like a disappointed teacher, shaking his head. "And here I was, about to reward you for your blatant, unabashed honesty... Should I stop? Should I call the Priest to finish the job? Or should I leave you here, tied up and aching for relief... Just to let any-old-sinner find you in such a state?"

OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD 🫠❤️‍🔥

"Ohh, I knew you would succumb to God's Will, my dear... You see, we all fall helpless, begging at God's feet." You feel yourself being dragged down until your knees hit the floor, your hands still held high above your head.

JESUS CHRISTTTTT

You weren't expecting warm, firm flesh to land on your face, gently slapping at your parted lips. You could only speculate what it was, your thighs unable to clamp together. "I must warn you, receiving my blessing can be quite taxing... do you still wish to accept it, Lamb?"

JESUS FUCKING CHRISSSTTTT

Your tongue comes out from your lips, swiping along Alastor's cock. You feel his hips stutter as you lick all that you could reach, your head already lightheaded from your desire to please him. You swirl your tongue around the head, the tip of your tongue teasing the slit in your movements. You heard a warning growl, a hand fisting your hair and holding you in place. Still unable to see, you look up towards the noise, mouth wide open," G-Grace me with your blessing, Oh Shepard..." You could feel Alastor's breath hitching, trying to restrain himself. "Guide this Lamb to the light of the Lord. Please.."

I GHOSTWROTE THIS **false but also true**

You were given no time to prepare as Alastor thrust into your mouth, his animalistic grunt your only solice.

HOLYYY MOTHER OF GODDD I THINK MY SOUL JUST LEFT MY BODYYY

Though you wished to see Alastor's own lips, bruised and panting, his hair clinging to his forehead as he thrust into you... the feeling would have to surfice. And though you wanted to run your hands along his abdomen, raking your nails across his pistoning hips... you couldn't deny that the feel of the whole ordeal verged on the precipice of Nirvana.

GHOSTWROTE THIS TOO** THE WAY I WANT TO WORSHIP THIS MAN’S BODYYYY

You groans and mewls made his cock twitch and leak more precum, making your mouth even more slick for his movements. He couldn't deny how good this felt; he, himself, would have a lot to answer for later, in the privacy of the basement. He moaned as he thought of his future atonement, limbs spread and head to the floor to form the cross before a statue of Jesus. His fingers would be clawing into the floor as he recited his virtues and prayers pleading forgiveness for a sin he felt no guilt for.

I AM SOBBING AND SO TURNED ON OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD

His mind clouded with visions of you, trying to seduce and distract him. Your hands would trace along his body and caressing his traitorous, sensitive tail. This information, for now, was still unknown to you... He practically shouted from the pleasure your mouth offered him, one hand holding your face still while the other braced himself against the confession booth door and splinted the wood.

NO THOUGHTS ONLY SCREAMING

"You are so-- fuck, so fucking warm!" You felt your orgasm bubbling in your core, your tongue doing its best to carress and snake around his cock, welcoming his release with open mind and body. "An obedient Lamb... worthy of my blessing!! Arggh-- b-blessings upon you, Lamb!! Take it! Take every last drop-- Hah--"

I WANT TO BE BLESSED. I WANT TO BE BLESSED. I WANT TO BE BLESSED. I WANT TO BE BLESSED. I WANT TO BE BLESSED. 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥🙏🏻❤️‍🔥🙏🏻❤️‍🔥🙏🏻❤️‍🔥🙏🏻

Alastor pulled out of your mouth, his tentacles still touching and pulling you through your release. Your eyes are uncovered as Alastor kneels before you, kissing you hard and passionately. Your hands were soon freed, and so you tore off the damned veil. You began tangling your hands into the Saint's red and black locks, your euphoria starting to die down.

FUUUUCK YEAHHH ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

The door to the booth flies open, Alastor and you both jumping from the sudden BANG. Your eyes widen in horror at the Demon who stood in the doorway. "What do you both have to say for yourselves?"

I AM DESPERATE TO KNOW WHO THIS IS BUT THE IMPLICATION OF MORE??? I’M ACTUALLY SPEECHLESS 🥲

Nun! Alastor X Reader - Part 2 - The Confessional

HahahaHAH ITS HERE!

Warnings: serious filth and sacrilege, mentions of tentacles, some choking, fingering, oral (surprise for whose receiving~) and some really depraved confessions and convos. Cursing!!! Yay, sin! I hope you guys enjoy 💗 there will be a VERY important poll at the end, so be sure to give it a look 👀

Never had you felt more nervous when stepping towards a chapel, hands wringing themselves soothingly. The sweat clung to your palms as you looked up towards the looming structure, head straining to take in the full magnitude of the building. The intricate stained-glass windows were illuminated under the moonlight, casting grand scenes across the earth at your feet.

In Hell, most sinners were more active at night. Depending on the Ring you would visit, you would likely run into 'unsavory' company. But thankfully, this humble part of the Pentagram was lulling with sleep, as if abiding by the arbitrary notion of a "Sabbath Day". How ironic.

You wet your lips, cursing yourself for not taking better care of yourself, before you quietly enter the building. Your eyes scanned the main hall, the room you had sat in not too long ago. Candles lit up the pulpit faithfully at the front of the chamber, while torches lined the perimeter. In this lighting, the room seemed so different, giving off the air of a deathly calm and peace; a juxtaposition to its normally bustling, jittery energy.

You almost called out into the dim room, but restrained yourself. You bowed your head, looking down cast before uttering a gentle apology for the intrusion. When you looked back up, you nodded, hyping yourself up before coming into the room further.

It is by this point that you hear something shuffling, your head snapping towards the sound. Your bravado was instantly dashed as you flew into a panic. Your eyes flash with fear, hands flying defensively upward... before you sigh with relief. You caught sight of a small, fuzzy mouse, scurrying away from you. False alarm, for now...

Your eyes scan your surroundings again, before you spy a short hallway. You step towards it, noticing that there appeared to be a private area. You squint in the dim light, spying a humble looking booth within the room.

Bingo. This must be where "confessions" occur.

You start to make your way down the hall, eager to meet with the Priest about redemption. Your head was high; you had genuine, innocent hope that this wouldn't be some money laundering, bait-and-switch scheme. And if it was... well, you just might punch a priest.

Your eyes observe paintings on the wall; you were surrounded by familiar depictions. The birth of Jesus, the Crucifixtion of Christ... the First Fallen Angel, Lucifer's decent. The rise of both Lilith and Lucifer in Hell... all of the depictions reminded you just how dire your predicament was, and how much you desperately wanted to leave hell.

In the last frame in the hallway, you spy a photograph, pausing to get a closer look. In the center, arms folded pridefully, there stood the Priest, St. Vox... among him, to both sides, stood honest though demonic looking nuns. You squint at the form to his right, unable to make out the face of the tall, slender Nun. All you could make out was a set of yellowed, razor sharp teeth smiling back at you. You shuddered, unable to shake the feeling you were being watched, before you entered the private room.

Without hesitation, you entered the booth, having a seat in the left side. You were not comforted by a cushion or pillow, the seat creaking under you. You flinched, the noise almost deafening in the resounding silence. And then, you waited, waiting for a sign of the Priest you sought to speak to.

When the bench in the booth to your left suddenly creaked, you nearly banged your head on ceiling. Your heart was in your throat, frightened; did the door even open??? How did someone get in there so quickly?

A throat was cleared, the sound of static crackle replaced with a low hum, before a familiar voice cut through.

"Child, I apologize for keeping you waiting. Sadly, there's no rest for the wicked, nor those who seek to help them." You sigh in relief as Vox speaks to you, shoulders instantly relaxing. You fold your hands neatly in your lap, looking towards the booth's door as you spoke.

"No worries! It uhh-- it wasn't for long, if that's what you're worried about. I... well, your Nun informed me that you had a chance to hear me out? I hope that I came at the correct time..."

Midnight, on the nose. Though some cultures differed, you were sure you were correct on this notion...

"My Child, you came at the perfect time. But, I must fulfill my duty to you; to listen first. What have you come to speak about?"

You gasped when you were suddenly slammed into the wall, body pressed flush to it as someone pinned you from behind. You struggled, choking as the air was unintentionally pushed out of your lungs. You became frantic as the hot breath of the demon behind you fanned across your ear. Shit-- shit!!! You fucked up!

You leaned back as your thumbs twiddle, suddenly sheepish," Well... I know your methods of redemption usually come through... err, "offerings". Monetary ones, at that. I was wondering if you had ever seen anyone be saved? Redeemed and brought to Heaven on just... good will and sinless lifestyle alone?"

A dark chortle... then, an uproarious laughter fills the booth as you look in shock.

You feel your skin crawl as you feel the Priest facing you, still unable to see him in the darkness of the booth, just behind a lattice-patterned divider.

"You mention humble offerings... now those have proven to make life in hell more... comfortable. Much more so than what that of anyone else. Offerings have the ability to keep you safe; make you privy to things that others are not." You shrink back from the voice as it draws closer, a characteristic glitch setting in the tone.

"I-- your money can make you safe. It can welcome you to my fold, dear... Or... if money isn't on the table... there are... other ways to earn favor in this sacred place."

Your face instantly morphed from bafflement to rage, anger brewing in your core,"What-- what are you saying?!?"

The voice past the partition seems to smile a wider," Dear, I believe you know that your soul could be traded... for freedom. For pleasures. Who best to give it to than a Priest who can promise you untold riches? No salvation, but, comforts in this life time? I can give you that-- and SO much more!!!"

"Forget it!!!" You shrieked, standing firmly on your feet and slamming your fist into the wall," I do have a confession to make, after all!"

The voice from the other end does nothing to interrupt you, seemingly silenced by your fury.

"In fact-- I think I will go seek her-- him??? THEM out!!!"

The door to your booth is slammed open by your hand, as you trudge towards the door.

"I've had it with this discussion. You aren't here to help me. You're here to coerce me. And I'm not gonna listen to another word of your warped gospel, you cheap, conniving, greedy fUCKER--!"

A sickening, twisted laughed bellowed in the chamber, the tone of voice morphed and unable.

"At least, Sweet Lamb... you've begun to see the light!"

You freeze, eyes straining to look behind you. The voice of the Priest was no more, replaced with the familiar, velveteen tone of the Nun. You opened your mouth, struggling to speak with no support," Y-You! This is-- please explain!" was all you could squeak out, before a neutral hum sounds behind you. You shuddered as it reverberated through you, no time to think as you were spun around.

You stopped struggling as you locked eyes with the demon above you, swallowing shallowly as he spoke again.

"Now, as for helping you: I'm afraid the only entity who can divinely interfere with your predicament is the Lord and his Seraphims. Not even the Ruler of the Hells could hope to overwrite God's Will." You eyes turn downcast, face heating at the words. Of course... that would make sense. Only God and the angels can open the gates, right? How foolish an idea you had...

"However..." You felt a clawed finger beneath your jaw, beckoning you to look up. You were faced with the same, wide smile, eyes narrow slits filled with delight.

"There are things that a Saint, such as myself, can still offer to you..." Your eyes widen in recognition: Aha! So he WAS a man, afterall. You blink, shaking your head quizzically.

"I have SO many questions-- for one, why would you be parading as a Nun, if you're a Saint?" Alastor's grin grows a touch mischievous, before a weighed sigh leaves him," Alas, the Priest here struggles with... containing himself. He has a history of giving in to Earthly desires, time and time again. I can bring him much discomfort with just my voice, let alone my boyd... I am merely a vessel for the Lord, and yet he wishes to, well, lay his claim. And so, the habit conceals everything he can't keep his eyes off of; everything he is not permitted to touch by the Lord."

His neck tilts, cracking with the harsh angle as he looks to you," I think it's quite the sound idea, don't you think?"

Alastor leans back, his hips still pinning you to the wall. Your face heats hastily with embarrassment. He seemed to be gauging your every move, calculating what you may try while under his trap.

"Sure, right-- Okay... perverted Priest. Wouldnt be the first time I've heard of that..." You looked up shakily to the nun... saint...? You aren't sure what to call him anymore. Alastor quirks a brow up at you, egging you to speak.

"Wh...what do you mean...?"

"I saw you, even from across the room... Eyes wide in awe, wonder... You were completely spellbound by a riveting performance. You tried to look away, you shifted in your seat to silence your nerves... And yet: your eyes never strayed far from this Servant of the Lord."

You could feel his breath ghosting over your lips, subconsciously parting them as he continued to speak," Your body kept betraying your internal struggle, Little Lamb."

A choppy gasp as the hand in your hair ran down to your neck, lightly caressing and pressing to your pulse.

His hand drifted down to your chest, settling over the very spot your heart should be. Your breathing quickened, your eyes never leaving his. You cursed yourself, biting your lip to stifle any shameful noise you might create.

St. Alastor's smile never wavered as he leaned over you, that familiar heat ghosting over your neck.

"I didn't miss the way that your pulse quickened when I walked closer... you hadn't even been a part of my original section, you know. But Sister Eunice was more than willing to switch. Your palms became clammy, eyes glassy as you tried desperately to plan your escape... And the moment my arms caught you, I knew for sure: you also struggle with impurities of the flesh. Specifically..."

"Yes, there it is... let it out, Lamb. Don't hide in shame from the Lord. Embrace it-- embrace this--" You whined as your arms grabbed at his habit, his hands shifting and rubbing you through your clothing torturously. You try to stifle another moan, eyelids fluttering," Th-This is-- haaah!" You let your eyes fall closed, brows furrowing," Y-You have the wrong idea, I didn't come here to f-fuCK--"

You could barely contain yourself as you felt the hands of the Saint slip into your bottoms, fingers tracing a sensual line from the bottom of you slit, up to the pearl that sat atop it. You whined as Alastor pressed against it, unable to think clearly as he began to swirl two digits around your clit. His movements are slow, not to overwhelm you, eyes taking in your expressions to monitor your progression.

"St. Alastor! I--" you caved to the feeling, grinding into the saint's hand," I-I didn't come for this, but... I-I did think immoral things about you." Good choice, Alastor thought.

"Hah... y-your hands looked-- feel-- so warm! Uhhn! Y-your eyes were--" Alastor pinches again, correcting you," A-Are--! Your eyes are s-so deep-- it feels like you were-- i-it felt like you were undressing me with them!"

"W-When you caught me, for a moment I felt- hah-- saAAaafee~" You mewl as Alastor's fingers move lower, teasing your entrance, where you desired his fingers the most. Your face was tilted further to the side, before you felt a wet, hot mouth suckling at the junction of your neck. You shuddered, fighting the mewl he tore from you so easily. Unsatisfied, you felt sharp teeth biting down, making you shriek with surprise. Pain was quickly replaced with a soothing pleasure, Alastor kissing and licking at the wound apologetically. You sighed, working up the mental capacity to speak again.

You watch as Alastor's head doubles over, a shaky groan escaping him. When he looked back up at you, his eyes blended in with the rest of the room: they became pitch black.

"What an obedient, honest fucking pet you are, Little Lamb~"

"Ahh, ahh~ I've taken an oath, little one. No one is permitted to see such secrets~"

Attempting to ground himself, his hand landed on your neck, holding you in place. The effect seemed to make you wetter, eyebrows raising with realization as your moans deepened. What an interesting revelation~ The Lord most certainly worked in mysterious ways!

You gave his shoulder a tap, hand landing there as you let his fingers explore and scissor the walls of your pussy. Alastor was happy to oblige, his hand squeezing your neck gently.

The action made your mouth run dry, your eyes glazing with desperate, passionate tears as his fingers thrust deliberately in your core.

Another tap to his shoulder, your eyes gazing into the flickering radio dials that had become Alstor's pupils. Again, Alastor was happy to amuse you.

You couldn't contort or stifle the noises you made, grunts and mewls the only music to leave your delicate throat. St. Alastor's hand squeezed as promised, making you flutter pathetically around him. You whined as you took in the nun turned god, your tongue hanging precariously out of your mouth. He smirked, a dangerous chortle bouncing off the chamber walls.

"Already at a loss for words, Lamb?" Alastor's fingers inside of you flex inward, pressing against a spot that made you see the pearly gates.

You couldn't even think of a sentence, let alone speak it into existence. Your lips flapped desperately, hands snaking up to grip at the wrist and hand on your throat. Your legs quaked, your eyes threatening to roll back as you gave a singular tap. Just one.

Alastor's eyes gleam with insidious joy as his smile expands.

Even tighter.

"Come unto me, Little Lamb."

You needed little motivation, a silent scream gracing your face as you completely shut down. Your legs spasmed and stilled, heart racing as Alastor finally let go of your neck. Your voice was hoarse for a beat or two, hands instinctively going up to your neck. Your felt a small, dried blood trail from the bite on your neck, trembling with the notion that he visibly marked you. If he didnt intend to own you, then he made a grave mistake.

Alastor tilts his head, taking deliberate paces away from you and towards the confessional booth. He had a grand idea!

His tone was dangerous, a myriad of tenacles materializing around your limbs," What other impurities trouble you, my Lamb?" You grow impatient, boldly reaching for his lap before your hand is held aloft. Cursed tentacle!!!

"P-Please, Sister-- Saint Alastor," Your tone comes our more like a plea than a demand, as your other arm is held over your head. Your legs are spread apart, your bare cunt dribbling your essence; it drips down your glistening thighs in a tantalizing way.

A prideful, malicious smile replaces the amusement on his face, long, slithering tongue dragging across his lips," Well, that is certainly a hefty demand! You poor, sinful wretch!"

You cry out in pleasure as the tentacle spears you, exploring parts much deeper than his fingers could reach. You felt your arousal slicken the foreign part, making the intrusion easier. A wanton moan sounds in the air everytime the tentacle thrusts into you.

Alastor stands on his feet, flicking a wrist as the tentacle's speed picks up. You were completely helpless to his whims, your eyes threatening to roll back as you are overcome by the tentacles' hold and movements. The Saint looked all too pleased as you heard the rustling of fabric. You tried to look down, but a tentacle covers your leering eyes, making you wail in frustration. Alastor tuts like a disappointed teacher, shaking his head.

"And here I was, about to reward you for your blatant, unabashed honesty... Should I stop? Should I call the Priest to finish the job? Or should I leave you here, tied up and aching for relief... Just to let any-old-sinner find you in such a state?"

You freeze, biting your lip as the tentacle slows to a painfully slow slog. You whine again, thrashing your head in protest," N-No, no, no...! Ughhnn, no please! Don't stop! I-I still want your blessing, Alastor! Pl-Please!"

A wicked laugh sounds in front of you as a hand snakes up your top, finding and fondling your right nipple. You jolt at the sensation, the feeling multiplied due to the lack of sight. You weren't expecting the tentacle inside of you to stir to life at the same time, now with a renewed, brutal pace. You were practically screaming at the onslaught, bouncing from every thrust you were gifted.

"Ohh, I knew you would succumb to God's Will, my dear... You see, we all fall helpless, begging at God's feet."

You feel yourself being dragged down until your knees hit the floor , your hands still held high above your head. You weren't expecting warm, firm flesh to land on your face, gently slapping at your parted lips. You could only speculate what it was, your thighs unable to clamp together.

"I must warn you, receiving my blessing can be quite taxing... do you still wish to accept it, Lamb?"

Still unable to see, you look up towards the noise, mouth wide open," G-Grace me with your blessing, Oh Shepard..." You could feel Alastor's breath hitching, trying to restrain himself.

"Guide this Lamb to the light of the Lord. Please.."

You were given no time to prepare as Alastor thrust into your mouth, his animalistic grunt your only solice. You were shell-shocked as he and the tentacle worked in tandem to break you. You swiveled your hips and met the thrusts from below, arching your back as your head was used as a personal cock sleeve. Though you wished to see Alastor's own lips, bruised and panting, his hair clinging to his forehead as he thrust into you... the feeling would have to surfice. And though you wanted to run your hands along his abdomen, raking your nails across his pistoning hips... you couldn't deny that the feel of the whole ordeal verged on the precipice of Nirvana.

He practically shouted from the pleasure your mouth offered him, one hand holding your face still while the other braced himself against the confession booth door and splinted the wood.

He was already approaching his climax, and by the looks of it, you were nearing your second. His smile strained as his hips lost their rhythm, opting to seek the feeling and not the motion.

"Fuck-- fuck, Lamb... oh, my sweet Lamb!!!"

You whined around Alastor's cock, your hands struggling against their restraints as you cunt throbbed with the desire to cum.

"You are so-- fuck, so fucking warm!" You felt your orgasm bubbling in your core, your tongue doing its best to carress and snake around his cock, welcoming his release with open mind and body.

"An obedient Lamb... worthy of my blessing!! Arggh-- b-blessings upon you, Lamb!! Take it! Take every last drop-- Hah--"

You gagged as Alastor bottomed out in your mouth, unable to pull away as his 'blessing' painted you white as snow. You shrieked around his cock as a new tentacle traced fast circles around your clit, forcing your release to hit you by surprise. You screamed into the climax, feeling a warm gush between you legs as you finally came undone.

Once you felt like you were back in the right state of mind, you parted from Alastor's lips, a pleasant smile on your face. You looked down to your lap, embarrassed at the unmistakable puddle you left behind from your passions. Alastor looked too, eyes flicking back to yours as his grin softened.

"Worry not. I will handle this, Lamb. No one will know of this night. And your confessions will be safe with me."

"...REALLY now..."

The both of your freeze, looking to one another as a familiar voice sounds behind you.

"Y'know, confessions: they're supposed to be in a private, sacred place... and from your actions, this place has been sullied and desecrated."

The door to the booth flies open, Alastor and you both jumping from the sudden BANG. Your eyes widen in horror at the Demon who stood in the doorway.

"What do you both have to say for yourselves?"

#i don’t have the energy for a clever tag i’m really sorry 🫠❤️‍🔥#nun alastor #nun alastor smut #nun!alastor #alastor x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel fan fiction #st alastors confessional #article by mink

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sugugasm · 2 years ago

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DEEPER — ft. scaramouche

♱ scaramouche puts the whole thing in for the first time.

CW : f! reader, missionary, praise kink, tiny bit of degrading kink, dominant scaramouche, use of profanity and pet names. <> i saw this fanart and got excited bye. this is my first time writing anything genshin imapct, bare with me pls.

scaramouche had no mercy right about now.

sex wasn’t usually this much of a struggle, but since you decided to let your confidence wander— here you were, taking what appeared to be almost too much dick from your boyfriend.

“ah, open up pretty thing. i wanna’ make you feel good.”

his menacing grin gave you butterflies as well as a pit of tears to your eyes as he slowly pushed himself through your barricade. you were so tight, yet so open for him to fuck you as he pleased.

“too- too much, scara. i don’t think i can—“

“don’t be discouraged. i’m right here to help you, my love. here, lift your hips for me a little,” he instructs, his hands exploring your thighs in an effort to help you lift yourself from the mattress.

although scaramouche was only half way in, you couldn’t help but to whimper. it felt like it was your first time all over again, only this time— less painful. “you’re almost there, angel. keep breathin’ for me.”

you take his instructions to heart, your walls gradually beginning to open up for the man you loved most. as you took him deeper, scaramouche used an arm to cradle your head to his chest. your arms gracefully wrap around his neck as he starts to find a steady rhythm.

“yes, yes, good girl. wasn’t so hard, hm?” that soothing, gentle voice sends a sense of comfort through you. he could feel you moving your hips against his to take in more, but he wanted you to pace yourself.

“o-ooh fuck, that feels good— keep going,” you mumble and he laughs, letting go of your head and grabbing the back of your plush thighs. he squeezed the flesh in his hands while placing small kisses along your collarbone and chest.

“yeah? you want me to go faster? want me to fuck you like i mean it? you’re such a dirty girl.”

you eagerly nod, a lustrous expression spread across your face. scaramouche always thought you were beyond beautiful, but as of right now— you looked none other than breathtaking. although your eyes were closed, he could see your pretty lashes trying their best to flutter open to stare back at him. but due to those powerful strokes to your cunt, it was almost impossible.

“scara—baby, i feel s’ full.”

“you take me so well, look at this.”

as he praises you, he slowly grips your chin and angles your head to look at the mess between you both. you were practically in a daze when your eyes spotted his dick plummeting in and out of you. every time he thrusted, there was more and more cream coating his cock.

“oh my god scara-scaramouche— fuck!”

“look at me. please look at me, baby. i wanna’ see your face when you cum.” his praises only brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. you were clawing at his arms and chest, a strangled voice begging him to go harder.

“shit, you feel too good. gonna’ cum real soon but not before you do. can you cum for me, baby?” he asks and and you immediately answer with a moan. he took that as a yes, immediately grabbing ahold of both your legs— holding them against his chest. he then thrusted into you with long strides, giving you all of him all at once.

“in and out, in and out. just like this, yn. fuck— im’ close.”

both of your hands gripped at the sheets beneath you as you held on for dear life. scaramouche repeatedly tapped your g-spot with the tip of his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you smile.

“c’mon, you’re almost there. give it to me, baby.” there was no need for any further comments. scaramouche spit out a groan that came straight from the pit of his stomach as you clench around his cock. nothing but the faint sounds of your whimpers and his groans could be heard coming from your room as your boyfriend filled you with all of him.

you were still grinding your hips against him as he pulled out of you. as your abdomen flexed, then came his seed spilling out of your hole. scaramouche couldn’t do anything but smile at your exhaustion. you didn’t even get to witness your own beauty due to your eyes falling shut.

a devious grin appeared on your boyfriend’s face as he uttered, “get up, darlin’ that was only round one.”

#☆彡saturn writes :)#FIRST GENSHIN FIC LETS GOOO #i decided to post it because i ended up finishing earlier than i thought #scaramouche ily #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche #genshin impact smut #genshin impact

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omiscurls · 3 years ago

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Diluc, zhongli and childe reaction to their s/o breaking up with them after something they said, maybe after a week or so after they argument they think the s/o forgave them but they break up instead? I WANT THE ANGST

consequences

plot: reader decides to break up with the character after not speaking to them

contains: diluc, zhongli, tartaglia (idk how am i going to do this to my special boy but ill try my best)

warnings: angst, breakups, implied past toxic behavior

a/n: OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO HARD- I DONT HAVE THE HEART TO BREAKUP WITH PEOPLE

diluc

hopeless thoughts ran through your head as you fought with yourself about wether to enter angel’s share or not, hand halfway through to the doorknob. your mind hadn’t been made up just yet, you were still in between two very different scenarios - the urge to forgive him for his hurtful words growing stronger each day, as anger and other emotions subdued to loneliness and the feeling of a part of you missing, ever since the two of you stopped talking.

your mind flashed back to the exact moment when you looked into diluc’s eyes, always so soft and calm for you, forming a way of anger he never expressed towards you before. to the feeling you got right then and there that this man is not the same one you’ve met and fell in love with.

the process of coming to terms with that conclusion was as painful as the first strike of his angry glare, and even though he seemed to have realized the weight of his words right after saying them out loud, no matter how hard you tried, you could not erase them from your memory.

one strike of that pain, one memory of that night was enough to make you go through with your plan, door to the bar opening with a little screech.

it was like just another late afternoon, with charles tending the bar, knights and townsfolk filling the hot room, and the smell of alcohol traveling through the air.

“hi” you said to the bartender “is master diluc around?”

charles, busy with his work, quickly replied that he’s out back, opening a barrel. you nodded and went where his directions guided, pushing open yet another door to see the back of the man you loved, looking just as always from this angle, working over said chore. he didn’t even seem to mind the fact that someone walked in on him working.

“diluc” you said with a sigh, and he almost immediately turned around, tools falling from his hands and onto the ground.

“darling, hi” he replied quietly, walking over to you but stopping half way, eyes set to analyze your expression, figure out what was going on in your mind. “i’m glad you’re here safely, i haven’t heard from you in over a week” he added cautiously, as if weighing every word before deciding to say it out loud.

“well” you sighed again, once again going over wether you should actually break things off right then, mind taking pity on his troubled expression, tired eyes, on the obvious eyebags that were much more apparent than before, a sign that he didn’t catch too much sleep. “i had to come to terms with what i’m about to say”

he wanted to tell you he was sorry, he really did, but words didn’t seem to come out of his throat. obviously he was sorry, it was a bad day and he meant none of what he said, but you knew that, right? you knew he always cared for you and loved you… right?

he wasn’t the best with words, hence, the idea of apologizing with a gesture after you were done teaching him his lesson came to mind. a brilliant idea, one could never go wrong with a thoughtful deed for their significant other, just give him one more chance.

“and my conclusion is, we need to take a step back and… reevaluate things in our lives. i’m not saying this is the ultimate end, but what you’ve said, and how you’ve said it made me realize…”

you were making a good point. you were talking about your feelings. he should listen, but the only thing he heard was the blood pumping through his veins, and the two single words

the end

so there won’t be another chance? he won’t be able to prove himself? what do you mean, the end? the best thing that ever happened to him in his sad life was coming to an end because of him? but he was so careful, he treated you like his treasure, because that’s how he truly felt, like his lifeline, something he could never lose…

and all it took was one sentence too much, one glare too intense. for the first time in what, six, maybe seven years, his eyes began to water, as he blinked the tears back at a rapid pace.

“… and that was a shitty thing to do. i hope you know that. i don’t know if i had anything else i wanted to say, perhaps i did, but… that’s all. see you around, i guess” you mumbled, loosing confidence in what you were saying, taking one last glance at his lost eyes before turning around.

turning around from him, from the love of your life, was perhaps the hardest thing you ever had to do, and yet you did do it.

before you could reach the door again, though, a cold hand caught your forearm. your eyes met his, with just a glimmer of hope that he would magically say all the right words and somehow make you stay, you didn’t want to leave, yet knew you had to. if you wanted to preserve the respect you had for yourself, you had to leave.

why were you giving him time to say something?

his helpless gaze seemed to speak with a thousand words, begging, pleading you to not leave through that door, but as much as his lips did part, not a single word left.

he couldn’t say anything to hold you back, and you ripped away from his grip, turned, and walked away.

and just like that,

he was all alone, again.

he was gonna need a drink.

zhongli

tears flooded your vision, blurring every details of zhongli’s face, causing you to only see a pale color palette, instead of your favorite person, ever. maybe it was for the best, maybe it would make it easier, you thought, but that was a foolish thing to hope for.

even through the salty tears, you could make out his eyes, it’s glow never failing to guide you, and comfort you, now seeming to burn their way through you, through your body and soul.

“you’re stuck in another love, zhongli, we both know that!” you exhaled a bit louder than you intended to, the outcome sounding more like an accusation than a fact. “how can you ever say you love me, when it’s so obvious, and so apparent, that every time you look at me, you see someone else? you HOPE for someone else?”

you could only wish the words you spoke didn’t come out as a complete mess, because of those tears you were constantly choking on. desperation seeped through your voice, as the feeling of helplessness rose every time you looked at your lover and at the anguish, and confusion he presented.

how could he make this so hard? it’s not like you’ve presented some statement he didn’t know already, right?

you hoped your eyes would say all the things you didn’t trust your voice to. you hoped he’d somehow hear how all you ever wanted was to be enough, was to meet his standard, how it tore you open that every time he said <i love you> his eyes wandered everywhere but onto yours, how all his touches seemed absent, how all his compliments were truly about some other face, some other smile, some other kind soul.

the worst part was, how could you blame him? how can anyone, ever, blame someone for being in love, of all things? love was something beautiful, and once you’ve experienced it, you’re drowned in it forever, and don’t even want to see the surface again.

love is beautiful. when you’re the one who’s receiving it. love was beautiful, to you, too, when you loved how his wisdom flew through his words, how his kindness hugged your spirit, how his aura brought you comfort. you loved his eyes, you loved his cheeks, his lips, every single detail of his skin.

the love you felt made you complete, made you warm, until you finally realize the thing you should’ve seen much sooner.

that you were merely a mirror for him to look at someone else, someone long gone.

suddenly all the warmth you felt was directed back at you, burning you inside, making you wish you never felt it in the first place.

“aren’t you gonna say something?” you whispered.

his long fingers found their way to your hand, but you snatched it away.

if you fell onto his charms now, you wouldn’t be able to get out once more.

his breath hitched as he gathered himself to speak

“i want nothing more than to love you” he said, although quietly, it rang through your ears like the loudest of screams.

you scoffed.

“we both would’ve wanted that, then”

“and i’m sure i can, if you just—“

now, laughter was all that you were capable of letting out.

“zhongli, you can’t train yourself to love someone. and even if you could, then how do you think that would make me feel? like i’m so unlovable you had to force yourself through it to grow accustomed to a feeling similar to love?”

“that’s not what i—“

“that’s what it means! let it go, please, please just… let me go” you sighed, standing up from the bench over at liyue harbor that you were sitting on. the sun has begun to set on the other side of the sea, and you couldn’t help but notice, it would’ve been the perfect date.

“i do sincerely hope you’ll find someone who’ll love you just the same” he finally stated, as he gave up on trying to make you stay.

“why?” you chuckled “so i could make them suffer the same way you made me?”

tartaglia

(archons give me strength)

you found nothing but guilt, looking into the endless ocean trapped in his eyes. for the first time in forever, they glistened, but not with a spark of joy, like you always hoped they would, they shone a sickly shine, caused by a thin layer of tears, that didn’t dear to spill over his porcelain cheeks, almost as if afraid of making contact with the ruthless face of the number eleven of the fatui harbingers.

he could’ve easily been crying if only he let himself go. he would’ve been in tears, sniffing and coughing, but he just… wasn’t. he held those tears in the gates of his eyes, as if his life depended on it.

the guilt you found inside them, wasn’t his, but yours. you felt guilty, watching this composed, confident man fall into pieces right before you, crumbling before your sight. why were you doing this? you seemed to forget all those terrible things you’ve heard just from the way his irises begged for forgiveness and brows furrowed in inexplicable sadness.

but you couldn’t, no, this time you couldn’t.

“my word” you swore on dear life you’d burst into tears if your voice shook right now “my word is final. we’re over. and that’s… that’s it. you need to understand that there won’t be another chance.”

the moment his lips parted, you knew you were lost.

“i have told you so many times already, but i will say this as much as i need to, it will never happen again! i swear, on everything i love and everything that i am, i swear on life itself, i won’t ever let that happen again! you know i won’t! come on, i promise you, if there’s anything you can say about me is i do keep my promises, don’t i? darling, please…”

“promise yourself to heal and become better, first” you stated coldly, watching faith disappearing slowly from his fixed look.

“im sorry, you know i am, im sorry, im sorry, im so fucking sorry!” a scream left his throat as desperation took over both reason and self-respect.

“sorry isn’t gonna cut it”

“then what will? i’ll do anything, anything in the world, anything to prove myself to you. i get that you can’t love me, i understand that, but please, let me win your trust again.”

he said unnaturally calmly, compared to what he did before, and you got concerned immediately.

i understand that you can’t love me, his words rang through your head. oh god, what were you doing? guilt stroke again, right at where you felt your heart to be.

right when you wanted to turn around and leave, he must’ve sensed that, and pulled you into a tight embrace. not suffocating, as they often describe it, not toxic and desperate, but… as loving as every other hug you’ve ever received from him. as calming and grounding, even though you could feel his heart racing. he didn’t refuse for you to leave, he didn’t trap you.

you understood after a while,

he was saying goodbye. all the love trapped inside his heart seeped out onto you, all his feelings surrounding and engulfing you.

“let me promise you this” he whispered, voice shaking painfully “the next time i’ll see you, i’ll be a better man. someone you will be able to be proud of, someone worthy of both your trust, and love. i won’t stop until i’ll be enough for you to look at me without the disgust and fear you have now. i promise. i’ll be better.”

“until then, then.” was the only thing you were capable of saying before leaving.

as soon as the door shut behind you, you rested against a wall and covered your mouth with a hand, unable to hold your tears any longer.

you heard a cry through the door. so he does have some feelings left, after all

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nightowlfandom · 3 years ago

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Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Cute Little Toy (Part 2/2) (University/Modern AU)

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“No seriously, what the fuck?” you crossed your arms as the two sat on your couch. “You two just tried to kill me! Now you’re acting like-”

“In my defense we didn’t think you’d do all that.” Stu laughed. “Damn, Y/N...”

“You two need to find a better routine. I could sniff it out from a mile away.”

“The question is...how?” Billy wiped his nose. “How did you know...you said your parents killed for a living...”

“I thought I was gonna kill you so I didn’t think it mattered.” you sighed. “Usually I’m not the one doing the killing.”

“Why would you say that though if-...” Stu paused. “It was you wasn’t it?”

“Was what me?” you glowered, crossing your arms.

“You were the victim of those people who were-”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” you scoffed. “Why would I-” you turned back towards them who were both wearing similar glares. “...Fine...I was...I was the girl they threw semen and pee at...is that what you wanted to hear?”

“I looked up more information on the Keaton Town Massacre. Your parents were psychotic!”

“They are.” you shook your head. “Let me guess...you’re gonna extort me for-”

“AN AUTOGRAPH? DUH!!” Stu cut you off. “They’re my idols man! Killing a bunch of losers-”

“I will admit that while parents are fucking gross...yours are alright.” Billy wore a smile. “Especially if they did it for you.”

Your phone suddenly rang again. “Speak of the devil. Stay quiet!” you pointed at them both. “Mommy! Daddy!!” you answered the phone as if you almost didn’t kill two people.

“Honey! Is everything alright?” your mother asked. “You hung up so abruptly!”

“Everything is alright!” you laughed nervously. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Well your father and I are outside.”

“HUH?!?!” you almost dropped your phone. As if god was against you, there came a knock on your door. “Fuck!” you seethed. “You two.” you warned. “Behave or else.”

“Yes dear.” “Of course, baby!”

You walked over to the door. “MOMMY, DADDY!” you cheered.

“Pumpkin!” you dad walked through the door, giving you a hug.

“You sounded so worried on the phone we just had to!” your mother closed the door behind her. “Be a dear and take my coat.”

“Yes mam!” You laughed nervously, taking her luxurious fur coat and throwing it on the arm chair.

“You know pumpkin-....who is this?” your father paused seeing Billy and Stu on the couch.

“Ummm-” you stammered.

“Why is one of them all bloody?” your mom followed. “Was this why you hung up on us?”

“I...uh...” you noticed your father reaching for his coat pocket, pulling out a pistol.

“Y/N dear...do tell us?”

What were you gonna do?!!? You looked at the boys and then back to your parents. What were you gonna say!

“Someone was messing with me and they saved me!” you found yourself saying. “Um....Someone was following me home and they helped me out....right guys?” you seethed.

“Of course!” Stu hopped up and threw his arms around you. “Anything for our baby girl!”

Your parents watched as you bit back the words to say. Billy rose to his feet and stood at your opposite side.

“Pleasure to meet you Miss. L/N. Y/N has told us much about you.”

Please believe it! Please believe it.

“You didn’t tell us you made friends!!” your dad beamed. “I’d better get the engine running and bake my famous muffins!” your goofy father made a beeline for the kitchen. “Any friend of our little pumpkin is a friend of ours, don’t cha know!”

“Oh honey...they’re handsome too.” she winked your way. “Well, tell me about yourselves. What are your hobbies, boys?”

“Homicide.” Billy answered.

“Blood.” followed Stu.

“Is that so.” Your mother trailed off, a distant smirk appearing on her face. “My little girl is very important to me...I hope you didn’t plan on-”

“Of course not.” Stu gasped. “We’d never harm Y/N.”

“She’s our little angel.” Billy played along, throwing an arm around you.

“Honey bunch. Need I tell your friends of our work?”

“No need...I may or may have not already told them.” you confessed.

“And they didn’t run screaming...I like these two for you sweetie!” your dad called.

...(Two Hours Later)

“And there I was, holding my trusted meat cleaver above my head when we finally locked eyes.” your father grabbed your mothers hand. “That stab wound she gave me told me she was the one for me.”

Billy and Stu listened to your parents love story, both looking way too invested to be considered normal.

“When Y/N was born we swore that anyone who got in our way would be taken care of.” your dad spoke. “Every sorry punk that ever bullied our pumpkin. Oh- what a shame.”

“Well sir...we’re not sure if we can match your kill list but...we’ve done a little bit of murder ourselves.” Stu gloated. How did you attracted the crazies? “We’ve done mostly house party stuff.” he shrugged.

“I got my start there, pretty soon you’ll be taking down corporations.” your mom gave the two a little too much hope. “Y/N...nice men you have here. You have my approval.”

“Mine too, our little pumpkin patch is in great hands.” your dad beamed.

After your parents left, you practically slid down the door. “They think I’m dating you both.” you sighed. “It’s in their tones.”

“I mean we could be.” Billy smirked. “You are pretty cute.”

“Our babies would be so adorable, don’t cha think?” Stu pretended to flip his non-existent long hair.

“That’s not the point. As long as they think I’m with you guys, they won’t pester me about joining the family business.” You sighed.

“Fine by me! I’ve always wanted to go on protection missioned for a cutie like you.” Billy winked. “Plus your dad is the best cook ever...who knew he would turn out to be a baker.”

“When he’s not a cold blooded killer, he owns a bakery.” you shrugged. “It’s the perfect cover-up! Jolly baker man who donates to children’s hospitals? Who would believe he’d kill anyone.”

“Who’d believe a hottie like you could put someone like Billy on his ass.” Stu cackled.

“Like I said...I’m totally in love with you.” Billy put a finger up. “If you reject me, I think I’d die.” he said, dead serious.

“Good to know?” you raised an eyebrow. “Just....I guess this means we have no choice but to be friends now, huh?”

“Or boyfriends...but baby steps!”

...

You were walking home after a late night run to the store. All you needed was an onion, it should have been a mission. However when you came across a familar figure at the end of the street, you were nothing short of slightly annoyed.

“Okay Billy, this prank is getting old.” you sighed. “If you want to hang out, you can sneak in the window like a normal person.” you crossed your arms. The figure at the end of the road didn’t seemed fazed by your tone. “I’m not gonna sick my parents on you.”

“You’re Stu then!...Well the same rules apply!”

Nothing.

Slowly, they started stalking towards you. It was then you realized this person was not at all who you thought. You began taking a small step back. Followed by another.

“You stay away from me.” you warned. Before you knew it, the person began charging for you, waving a knife above their head. They definitely weren’t as tactical as Billy or Stu.

You bolted back in the direction you were walking, feeling your hear catch in your chest. All you had was an onion in a bag! What the fuck was that gonna do!

“SOMEONE! ANYONE!” you screamed.

You turned a corner ramming into someone. You almost screamed when you saw that it was another Ghostface.

“LET ME GO!” you screamed.

“Y/N, calm down!!!” a familiar, not voice-changed voice made you stop, but not much.

“S-stu! Someone’s following me! They have a knife! I’m scared.” you cried.

Stu lifted the edge of his mask just as another Ghostface (Billy of course) swaggered out of the alleyway, hearing everything.

“Where is he?” Billy asked, obviously in possession of the voice changer. To answer his question, there was a crazed laughter in the distance as a whole group of false GhostFaces all came skipping around the corner, all chanting your name.

“Get Y/N! Get Y/N!”

However the party was cut short when they saw you in the arms of the now remasked Stu.

“Playing with another man’s toy...how naughty.” Billy grabbed his very real knife. “Now who was the one tormenting my cute little victim?”

Silence.

“Then I guess you all have to die.” Billy snarled. Stu hid your face in his chest, covering your ears in the process. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was over the moon.

“This is Los Angeles all over again.” you whimpered. You were 10...but that was a story for another time.

“Come on man! It was a joke!!”

“...I don’t get it...here’s a joke for you. Five dead assholes all share one coffin..” Billy began. “How do they all figure out who dies first? Trick question...they don’t have to...I will.”

You buried your head deeper into Stu’s warm chest. You were always iffy around blood. It reminded you of being consoled by your mother and father. You wrapped your arms around him super tight as Billy went to town on everyone.

Once he came back to your side, he sandwiched you between himself and Stu. “You okay?”

“B-barely. All I had to protect me was this onion.” you held up the produce bag.

“Oh no, so scary!” Stu let you go and pranced around. “Evil onion!!”

“You guys are mean.” you pouted.

“Oh come on Y/N!!” Billy followed you up the street and you stumbled down the street. “Get back here cutie!!”

“NO!” you pouted. “Don’t you guys have girlfriends?” you scoffed. “Leave me alone.” you grumbled.

Billy and Stu watched as you stepped over the gross dead bodies.

“We’re gonna marry that girl one day aren’t we?”

“...I mean...we can still play with her a little bit, right?”

...

(Any other Billy and/or Stu scenarios you wanna see? I appreciate how the slasher fic community welcomed me with open arms and I wanna make you all proud of me!! *hugs* Deadass you people are nice as SHIT WTF....TAKE NOTES _____COMMUNITY,....no tea no shade....all tea all shade,.)

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getlostsquidward · 3 years ago

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The gaps in your hearts (Part 2)

Lou Miller x fem!reader

A/N: You asked for part 2, and I shall deliver. I hope it's worth your wait!!

Summary: After your departure, an unexpected circumstance had you arriving back at the loft, back at Lou. Will the gaps in your hearts only become wider or will they be finally filled?

Part one

“Oh, bugger. Baby? I’m home.”

“Nice place.”

“Try heating it.”

“There’s a room for you upstairs. Your stuff’s upstairs too.”

Lou called your name a couple of times but she got no answer. Maybe you went out and got something from the store. She furrowed her eyebrows at the notion that you didn’t let her know you’ll go out like you usually does.

She can’t wait for you to meet Debbie.

The sun has set down and you weren’t at home yet. Lou was growing worried each minute that passes. She’d left you text messages, she tried to call you several times, but all of it went to voicemail. Where did you go?

Debbie had returned from her closure meeting with Claude. She had bought takeout for dinner but Lou wasn’t in any mood to eat. She was antsy but keeping it down so her friend won’t notice. Maybe you were called in at work? Maybe you went out with a friend and forgot to send her a text. The blonde knows you can perfectly take care of yourself but she can’t help but be worried.

“Where’s your girl?” Debbie asked, reminded of Lou calling someone ‘baby’ when they arrived earlier.

Lou just shrugged her shoulders, not really knowing what to answer.

“Maybe she hit her head and woke up from the truth,” the brunette joked.

Lou glared at her friend. “Not funny.”

“Tell me about her.”

The blonde started to tell her friend everything. From how you met, the ups and downs of your relationship, and how loving and wonderful you are. You were patient and understanding; you were perfect in every way and she hated how she’d managed to hurt the one person that did nothing but love her.

The day you moved out of the loft was the most devastating day of her life. It was way much worse than when Debbie left before.

She knew that you were checking in on her through Matt, and she was wracked with guilt. Even after what she’d done, you still care for her. Lou unconsciously checks her phone to see if you left a message but to no avail. You really honoured your word that you’d give her time, and she was thankful for that.

In your two-month break, she really had thought about it all. She used the time to sort out her feelings. Hell, she even opened up to some of her other friends for help, something she rarely does even with those who know her. Unearthing her feelings.

Lou had feelings for Debbie. She didn’t know if it was romantic or if it was just a deep affection. She didn’t really think much of it. Debbie was one of the few of the persons she knows she could trust with her life and in the conworld, such a person was like a rare gem. It was hard to find, and if you do, you’ve got to treasure it. And so she did.

“Maybe you’d mistaken the concept of love and affection. You told me you really didn’t think anything about it and that explains it. The moment you felt that that person was dear to you, you immediately equated it to romantic love.”

The words mentioned had hit Lou, hard. Once she realized that, she promptly had to find you. She called you, but you didn’t answer. She didn’t know where you were staying so she asked your friends, and that’s how Lou found you drowning in liquor in some alley.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Debbie berated, feeling rather guilty about how she was probably the reason you left for the second time around.

“I do. No need to remind me.”

“I’m gonna tell you to go find her, but I also need you to focus on the job. Can you do both?”

“Of course,” Lou sighed. She won’t know what she would do if she were to lose you for real this time.

You were feeling rueful for leaving Lou without a word. You knew she’d be worried sick, but it was the best for the two of you. Once again, you fell into your routine. It was incredibly helpful that an event was coming and you can spend all of your time at work. Though this time, the constant drinking was out of your to-do list.

Your mind often wandered to Lou. She said something about a job, maybe that’s what they’re doing right now. Has she been thinking of you too?

The messages and missed calls Lou had sent you were not in your knowledge as you’d let your best friend hide your phone, and bought a new one for you. At first, you thought that it would be ridiculous and childlike of you but maybe she had a point. The worst-case scenario would be Lou filing for a missing person’s case, but you knew she wouldn’t dare cross paths with the police.

“Oh my god, you guys. This party is nuts. I’m not kidding! If your dress is ugly, you can’t wear it, no shit! They will bower your wardrobe!” Tammy rambled and rushed to get into the loft where she got everyone’s attention.

“I love that!” Lou quipped.

“Oh I gotta pee,” Tammy continued to ramble. “Every table cost a quarter-million dollars that if they allow you to buy one! I mean not just any $250,000 check will be approved, I mean they literally have to tell you whether or not they’ll take your money, it’s crazy!”

Everyone was standing outside the bathroom, still listening to Tammy rant about the Met.

“And then you can’t bring anyone, that you clearly go by yourself. They spend a hundred grand on food and apparently no one eats, it’s really crazy,” the blonde finished as she went out, kind of out of breath from the continuous rambling.

“Did you get the seating chart?” asked Debbie.

“The what?”

“The seating chart.” Tammy handed the special glasses she was wearing to Debbie.

“If I haven’t said it, it’s really crazy. This one person that I’m working with maybe is the only saving grace of that place. Thank goodness for Y/N,” the blonde sighed, capturing the attention of Lou.

She shared looks with Debbie, hoping that it was you their friend was talking about.

After discussing the seating chart, they approached Tammy and straightforwardly asked about you, if you were the same person she’d mentioned. Apparently, you quit your last job and had started few weeks prior to Tammy. Lou asked if you’re doing well, and almost cried when she nodded. When Tammy asked why they are curious, Debbie answered. “Lou’s girl. Left because of this dumbass right here.”

The blonde had a surprised expression on her face, a bit amazed at how small the world is. The person they’ve been looking for was only at their reach this whole time.

“She’s sweet. If you’re planning to get her back, which I know you would, you better not mess up.”

Since that day, Lou was itching to contact you but inhibited herself. She’d finish the job first, then she would have you back. If she was lucky enough to be given a second chance, which she wouldn’t fucking waste, she can finally go to California riding with you on her new bike like you always wanted to do.

Finally, it was the first Monday in May. Lou was still in the van with Nineball, preparing food for her. She remembered you telling her she would look good in a chef’s uniform. She wasn’t actually a chef right now, but she still owes you a hundred bucks.

What if you weren’t gone? Maybe you would be in on the heist too, and you would be the most beautiful woman in her eyes, everyone else in the Met is damned. She knew you would have loved and drooled over the green jumpsuit she was wearing.

The heist was successful, and the ladies were lounging at the loft. Their dillydally was halted when an unexpected guest has stormed the loft. Daphne Kluger.

“You guys are fucked,” the actress huffed. “Wow, nice place.”

“Excuse me, you are trespassing-”

“No, we asked her to come,” Lou cut Tammy’s accusation.

Debbie started to explain how Daphne might have gotten a sense of what they were doing, so they roped the brunette in. Daphne then asserted how she was the one who was saving everyone from insurance fraud. Another revelation had caused panic to those who didn’t know, scared that they might be busted and imprisoned.

“We will not be the prime suspect.”

“Then who will be the prime suspect?”

Lou listed several people like the security guys and the busboy. Their attention was focused on Daphne that they didn’t notice another person coming in. You quietly opened the door in purpose, glancing at each of the women inside. You’d heard the last bit of their conversation and captured their attention by announcing your presence.

“The shady guy who put Debbie away,” you casually commented, walking towards everyone.

“Wow,” Daphne chuckled. “The boyfriend.”

Everyone but Debbie and Daphne was shocked, for the third time around. They didn’t really expect guests today. Lou looked like she had seen a ghost but didn’t take her eyes off you.

“Yup. If they were gonna be looking for somebody, just had to make sure it wasn’t one of us.”

You whispered a “Hi, Tam” to your coworker, and took a sit in the middle of her and Daphne. “The precision, right?” the actress turned to you. “The attention to detail, a little grace note that really makes something sing.”

While she was blubbering about how well-thought the job was, she scooted closer to you and put a hand on your thigh. Lou raised an eyebrow at the action, jealousy bubbling in her chest.

“Why are you doing this?” Tammy asked, referring to Daphne. “And Y/N? You were in too? How?”

You let the brunette answer first and when she finished, Debbie had answered for you.

“She was our other mole in the Met, aside from you and Nine.”

“Oh, you were an angel, Y/N. She made sure I was okay after hurling my guts out. Much much better company than my date,” Daphne preached, leaning her head on your shoulder. You rest your head on hers in return.

Lou’s jaw was gritted, it was too much for her and she couldn’t look any longer. She looked at Debbie and gave her a perplexed look, asking for further explanation.

The brunette just shrugged her shoulder, knowing it was up to you to talk to Lou. After all, it was the reason she approached you. At first, she had only talked to you about Lou, but later called to ask if you were willing to join in the job. You’d said yes right away.

That night, you saw Lou sitting near the shore. She was staring straight ahead as you sat next to her.

“Lou?”

“You know, I planned to talk to you after we got the money. But you got to me first,” she whispered.

“You have to thank Debs for that.”

Lou chuckled, “Debs? What, you’re on a nickname basis now? She doesn’t even let me call her that.”

“She told me everything. And, I- I’m sorry, Lou. I shouldn’t have left like that, left you worried though you had a job to focus on-”

Lou cut you off as she pulled you in for a hug. “No, Y/N. I should be the one apologizing.”

Her hand was running up and down your back, the touch soothing all of your troubles. You can finally feel at peace. There was no snarling voice at the back of your head, no heavy feeling. You feel like a sailor in the middle of a calm sea.

“I’ll make it up to you, for real, this time,” Lou pulled back, giving you a smile. You nodded in return.

“Although you may have to explain first what was that earlier,” her smile faded, and glared at you playfully.

You were about to ask what she was referring to when you suddenly remembered. You told her how you may or may not have told Daphne that you were on a rough patch and she volunteered to help make Lou jealous. Both of you shared a laugh as she commented on how effective it was that she had to restrain herself from tearing you apart from the actress.

There was no time to waste, you thought as you pressed your lips against Lou’s. The kiss was slow and passionate, the both of you pouring all your feelings out. Her hand entangled itself on the base of your skull as she deepened the kiss, tongue swiping on your bottom lip asking for entrance. You let her dominate you, a soft moan coaxed out of your mouth.

The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Lou’s lips; your hammering heart and the waves lapping gently at the shore.

“I love you, baby,” Lou murmured, both of you breathless.

“I know, Lou. I love you too.”

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