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i'm a third house non magic user and i've started hanging out with more necros lately and... i think i didnt realize how much of hanging out consisted of talking about the eroticism of the flesh !! and i dont want to judge them but u hear the words 'viscera' 'adipose' and 'sounding' in the same sentence one too many times and u kinda wonder why yr there as someone who cannot manipulate nerves :( ig im just feeling kind of left out

#anon this is totally regular for necros esp 3rd housers #if they dont understand that you feel left out, maybe have one use their necromancy on you? #there are many ways to assemble a skeleton

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bc these have been going around :3

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#SOOOO SICK OF SPIRIT MAGICIANS IN MY INBOX ACTING LIKE THEY KNOW BONES BETTER THAN ME #get boned bitch grrrrrr

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why is the seventh saint to serve the emperor undying under my bed.

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Again with the insaneposting? How unfortunate, Harry, I thought we were past this.

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V important thread!!!

Idc how much anon hate i get 4 this, we need 2 be able to appreciate the loving hand that guidez us💗

#sick 2 my stomach seeing all of these posts against the necrolord prime without knowing the context of the beautiful things he's done for us :((((((( #mr undying i am yr biggest fan u deserve better than this....

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if one more person unprompted asks me for blood pics again i swear to the bones above i will stab myself or smth

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♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Fourteen ♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Fourteen Warnings: profanity, slight gore, violence Click on the first tag to see all the other chapters.

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter Fourteen]

You frantically threw aside the cushions, sweeping your hand under the sofa, rug and table in search of the bracelet. After checking everything you slumped, your back to the sofa, heart thrumming wildly. It had been hours since you’d started searching for it, the sun dipping beneath the horizon. Your entire living room had been turned upside down, inside out in the desperate search. 

It was definitely gone. 

You stood up, fists clenched, and pressed your palm against the cool glass, searching for Lute’s silhouette against the sky. She wasn’t there. 

It was definitely her who had taken it.

But wait- you flinched away from the window as you made eye contact with a winner on the street. Maybe she hadn’t taken it. Maybe it was lying around somewhere in your house, waiting for you to find it. You racked your brains, trying to remember where you had last put it. 

Of course your memory would fail you now. Of-fucking-course. 

You flopped onto the sofa, staring at the light hanging above you. Maybe you could enlist someone’s help. But then what would you say?

Hey, I was wondering if you could help me find this illegal bracelet I lost. Yeah, I use it to illegally communicate with my illegal boyfriend, who also did illegal stuff and got kicked out of Heaven. I’m probably next, haha. Don’t worry about it!

No doubt someone would ask for an explanation. 

You sat up, pulled yourself together, and held your head high. If you went down, it would be with grace. Not a desperate, scrambling, pleading mess, groveling at Sera and Lute’s for the slightest scrap of mercy they could have spared you. 

You slunk to your room. You might as well just go to sleep.

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A knock sounded on the door.

Your heart jolted painfully, and you opened the door to see Saint Peter’s smile plastered across his face.

“Saint Peter,” you observed, flicking your eyes up and down his face. His smile strained a little, as if he knew what he thought you didn’t. But you did know. Unfortunately. 

The morning light that had filtered through your blinds, cutting the darkness in your house like butter, now blinded you full in the face as you stood outside on your porch. Peter smoothed his clothes down, and you noticed a shake in his hand despite the relatively warm sun, touched by the cool breeze. He was nervous. 

“I think you know what I’m here about,” Saint Peter said apologetically. You arched a brow, deciding to play it cruel with him. The more you could frazzle him, the better.

“I’m afraid I don’t,” you said coldly, stepping forward, advancing towards him dangerously. He stumbled back a little, face colouring.

“[name],” he said, and his voice was as firm as he could muster. “Please. Sera wants to see you.”

Your chest clenched, airways closing. You froze, wings fluttering slightly in the breeze. You could feel Peter’s eyes trained on you. You smiled wryly. 

“Aren’t you meant to be at the gates?” You asked, hoarsely. “I’d go back if I were you.” Your wings instinctively spread out as you took a shaky step back, towards your front door. 

He sighed, and it was low and long. His eyes were weary. “You can’t run away.”

Two black figures shot out in front of you, and you let out a small scream, trying to wrench away as one of them gripped your arm before the other, tugging you back. You kicked out with your legs, then went limp, panting. “Get off of me,” you hissed. 

One of the exorcists dropped your hand, although the other didn’t, instead opting to point the spear at your neck as you remained in the crushing vice of her grip. The one who had released you took a couple of steps back, taking off her helmet. Brown locks tumbled down, swaying in the wind.

“[name],” Avery said, and her eyes were serious. “You better come with us.” 

You opened your mouth, then shut it. The melancholy in the girl’s eyes had always had an effect on you. “Fine,” you choked out. Peter made a pleased noise, face glowing with the relief and satisfaction that washed over him. It made your blood boil, but you cooled it again. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, before wrestling your arm out of the second exorcist’s grip. “Let go of me,” you muttered. You locked eyes with her glowing ones shining off of her helmet. “I’m not going to run away,” you spat, and after a reproachful glance towards Avery she dropped your arm, prodding you forward with the blunt end of her spear. 

Saint Peter took to the skies. Avery turned to you. “You try to fly away,” she began,

“We’ll shoot you down with no hesitation. Got it?”

“Got it,” you said flatly, and with a powerful beat of her wings she thrust herself into the air, donning her helmet again. The exterminator behind you didn’t move, so statuesque you had forgotten she was there. 

You threw yourself into the sky, and felt the whoosh of air from underneath you- another from behind you. Twisting your neck behind, you saw the exterminator in tow.

Heaven’s buildings and streets glided away beneath you in a pastel blur, Avery and Saint Peter in the distance ahead, the other exterminator on your heels. A large park came into view, soft green grass speckled with trees, which eventually gave way into a wood. 

An impulsive thought seized you, coursing through your blood like hot fire. 

You swerved left, shooting into the undergrowth. You could feel the exorcist’s enraged yell behind you, fading as you swerved beneath the canopy and crouched down into the leaves, peering at them through the branches. Avery jabbed a finger in one direction, then another, then lastly, yours, eyes not seeing you as she flew off and away. Saint Peter went another way, but the exterminator’s head turned, slowly. 

Her eyes locked onto yours.

You suppressed a small scream as she darted towards you, a black blur in the air as you launched back into the air again, weaving haphazardly through the trees. Thorns and branches cut at your skin, pain blooming sweet and fresh. 

The black blur collided with you like a thrown spear, shoving you onto the ground and straddling you as you wrestled to get out. Your hand twisted beneath you, pain shooting up your arm and rooting into your shoulder. She grabbed your hands, pinning you down, and your shoulder twisted and cracked. You screamed. 

“Stop moving,” she hissed, voice hard. You sent her off with one powerful kick, and her head slammed into the tree, lolling against the wood. You poised your wings for flight, then froze, your entire body going rigid. 

“Are you…” your throat was dry, voice coming out cracked and raspy. 

She didn’t move, but let out a light groan, head flopping down. You stumbled forward, hand outstretched, then pulled it back. There was a trickle of golden blood down her neck. You felt your own shoulder throb at the sight. You looked into the sky, and saw Avery suspended in the air, wings beating steadily.

Directly above you. 

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The sun rays peek through your window and the birds’ chirps awake you from your slumber.

Or maybe it’s the snoring of a drowsy Adam, who was lying beside you, though you’ve inured yourself to his unconscious noises for ages.

You get up from your bed, just to almost have your legs give way under you, thanks to the fact that you had to be pounded by your husband, as you promised to him.

Last night felt like a chore. You feel really bad for thinking it, but it really did. 

You’re not an expert, but sex should feel enjoyable, by all sides involved, but with Adam, it feels like an obligatory activity.

You spend the next 25 minutes brushing your teeth, showering and getting ready for the day. Since there’s nothing to do at home (well, there’s nothing to do at home) you decide that this is a good time to be productive.

You head into the kitchen and scrutinise each and every ingredient that graces your pantry.

“Hmm, maybe this would work…”  You grab flour, eggs, milk and a frying pan…

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The smell of buttery pancakes drifts throughout the kitchen. You sit down in your chair and take a bite of your breakfast.

The pancakes themselves were lovely; the consistency was just right and the flavour was something to die again for, courtesy of Heaven’s always perfect ingredients.

Heaven…. 

‘Perfect’ Heaven.

Up until a few weeks ago, you would have believed that sentimental saying that you hear being thrown around on multiple occasions, but now, those words seem like direct opposites of each other, an oxymoron even.

The mere thought of it sets an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

You shakily finish one pancake, and neatly leave the rest in the microwave. 

You have more pressing matters to get on about today, and pancakes aren’t one of them, though you want it to be. 

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“Welcome to Heaven, how can I help?” The Saint looks up from his logbook with a face coloured with surprise when he recognises you.

“Y/N! How’ve ya been?” 

“I’m doing good,” you smile up at the angel behind the pedestal.

“So, what can I do for the wonderful wife of Adam, hm?” St. Peter clicks his tongue and finger guns.

“Well, Peter, is there a chance you could show me the list of Heaven’s recent residents? There’s a certain person I’m looking for…” Realisation hits you like a truck. Would this information be classified? You wouldn’t know until-

“Yeah sure, here!” The Saint passes you a page with written names and dates.

“This is a list of  Heaven’s newest angels from up to a month ago. I hope you find who you’re looking for!” 

“Thanks Pete, you’re a Saint,” 

“Well, I am Saint Peter after all, ah bye-bye!” 

Well that was easier than anticipated. 

Now you need a private place to mull it over…

You walk through the brightly lit heavenly streets and bump into someone, sending you and your papers flying.

“Oh my, misss, I am ssssso ssssorry,” The person bends down to collect the papers.

“No, no it’s fine, sorry-” your voice gets stuck in your throat. You take a close look at the person collecting your papers.

The person, or, you should say snake, was sporting a smart coat, top hat, and eyes in his hair?

He was familiar. Where have you seen him before?

Your eyes dilate in recognition.

He was pixel perfect to the mural that Charlie showed you the other day.

“Excuse me for asking, but are you Sir Pentious?” 

The snake demon, or angel, looks around before leaning in. 

“Depends on who’sssss asssking,”

“Oh uh,” you think for a moment. How do you explain that you know he was a demon, without seeming like a stalker of sorts. 

Clearly, this isn’t the subject to have casually in the street.

“Here, let me explain over tea and cookies, hm? My treat!” You grab the hand of Pentious gently and head to the nearest café.

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“And ssso, thisss Adam guy just sssnapped me out of existence, and now I’m here, but without my egg boisss,” Pentious explains while indulging himself with a Pain un Chocolat, eyes welling while doing so.

“Huh, I see. So Charlie’s plan does work,” you mumble to yourself. “And I apologise for my husband, by the way,”

The snake pales, his skin now ashy.  “He’ssss, your husssband?” he instinctively pushes away from you in his seat.

“Yes, but don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. I just promised Charlie that I would help her with the hotel and redemption and all that…”

“Oh I sssee. Here’ss my card if you need anything more,” He produces a card and hands it to you, and you accept it graciously, despite it having a slimy residue on it. 

“Great! I have to go now but it was nice meeting you,”  you shake his hand and leave the café.

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“So, what’s it like having sex with the first man? What are your orgasms like?”

“Angel, don’t torment the poor girl,” 

“Whaat? Just askin’” Angel groans and puts his phone on the countertop of the bar.

Apparently, Charlie has gone AWOL, along with Vaggie and Lucifer, the three people that deserve to be the first people aware of the gratifying information you are holding.  

This tension is getting you antsy, but you answer your newfound bestie’s question.

“Overrated to be honest. Not meaningful in the slightest,” Your blunt answer stuns Angel and Husk for a moment.

“What’s this about orgasms?” You turn back to the entrance of the hotel.

Shit. 

The one person whom you didn’t want to hear you say that, was standing in front of you, holding about 10 shopping bags, his daughter and his daughter’s partner  following suit.

God, what must he think? You want to slam your head into the table, but you refrain yourself.

“Uh Dad?” Charlie taps her dad’s shoulder.

“Maybe let’s refrain from talking your way into the sex life of guests? Anyway, how are you, Y/N? I hope everything’s alright?” Charlie inadvertently snapping you out of your apparent embarrassment.

“Oh yes! Not just alright; absolutely amazing actually. I have important information to tell you so forgive me for my impromptu visit, but it clearly cannot wait,” you practically jump out of your chair, bursting with energy. 

My, you haven’t felt this emotion since…

Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

“Well, I did some digging and…” you grab the crusted card from your bag.

“Well, congratulations to you, Miss Charlie Morningstar, Princess of Hell, because your dream is a reality!” You flourish the card to Charlie, and she takes it.

She blinks. 

Everyone else blinks.

“Uh, what is this exactly?”

You groan. Fun police much? 

“Sinners can be redeemed, I found Sir Pentious in Heaven just this morning,” you concede, impatiently tapping the card.

“Wait really? You aren’t just messing with me?” Charlie’s eyes practically shone with stars.

“Angels aren’t known for that darling.” 

As soon as you say that Charlie squeals and jumps up and down, ecstatic.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyooouuuuuu!” She gushes and hugs you extremely tight, constraining your lungs, but you really don’t care.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” You pull away to have Alastor behind you, with that ever-so-familiar-yet-unpleasant grin. 

When did he get here?

“Seems like out little Morningstar is becoming quite the entrepreneur,” Alastor places a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, as though they are father-daughter.

Father-daughter, where the daughter’s biological dad is directly beside them. 

“Hey, hey now, get your slimy claws off of my daughter, would ya?” Lucifer asks the Radio demon, half laughing.

“Oh? The same daughter you’ve abandoned for countless years on end? The same daughter who had to build this establishment by herself, with no support. The same daughter I’ve been faithful to, in comparison to you? I’ve stuck through thick and thin with her. Hell, I probably fit the Dad position by definition,” 

The room is loud with silence; you could probably hear a pin drop.

Alastor’s voice carries those words in a seemingly defensive manner, but you can tell that those words don’t hold any meaning to him.

It seems like you’re the only person to realise that, because with the slam of a door, Lucifer exits the room, leaving an aura of pure anger and jealousy behind.

“Dad!” 

“Charlie, maybe you should give him a breath of fresh air-” Vaggie tries pulling her back.

“No! Vaggie, he needs someone to be there with him. God knows what he will do and what if-” Charlie is in a craze to get to the door. 

“I’ll go,” you say abruptly. Without question, you go through the door.

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“Hey, it’s really hot out here, you know,” you stand at the garden door, as the king gazes out on Hell’s not-so-perfect landscape depressingly.

Silence. 

“Alastor was just pulling your leg back there, he just wanted to piss you off,” you stand beside him, keeping an appropriate distance.

“I know. That’s not the problem. The problem is that-” his voice hitches.

“Go on,”

“The problem is, is the fact he’s not even wrong; I left Charlie with nothing, she had to support herself before help came along, I barely was there for her throughout all of this, until the very last moment, when she didn’t even need me anymore,” The King of Hell rambles, and fidgets with a small yellow thing in his hand. A bird of some sorts.

A duck? 

“I can’t do anything right,” he continues.

Okay, you have to stop getting sidetracked by meagre things. 

“Lucifer, listen. Yes, you may not have been there for her before, but you’re here now, and you are ready to help. Yes, I know it’s scary, yes I know it’s hard, but I have an inkling that Charlie would love to start having a bond with her father again. Also, you know her and how she is; she isn’t the type to shut you out. Just try to put some work into it, okay?” 

That felt like more of a ramble, than advice, but it seems to suffice for the King of Hell. 

“Thank you. I really know why Charlie has taken a liking to you…” he trails off, continuing to fidget with the rubber duck. He squeezes it, and it plays a short, spunky tune. 

“And see? Atleast you’re doing something small for now, you should take it easy. By the way, that’s the most adorable rubber duck!” You gush at the plastic fellow, earning a smirk from Lucifer.

“Oh? Changing the subject are we?” The fallen angel teases.

Well, that was out of nowhere, but you just go with the flow.

“Yeah, and what? That’s a fuckin’ cool duck, so I apologise for acknowledging that fact,”

“Ah well, I have better. By the way, why are you talking about orgasms to that porn star- I mean Angel, back there?” 

Oh yeah. That happened. 

“Gee, why does everyone want to know the juicy details of my life? But really,he was just interested in my sex life, that’s all,” 

“Interesting. You know I slept with 2 of Adam’s previous wives?”

“Don’t even try,” you give him a playful shove.

“Eh, worth a shot,” 

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You and the blond-haired demon go back inside, giggling about some disastrous function you went to when you were younger, and how you may or may not have been the leading cause.

Thankfully, the only person in the lobby was Charlie, who jumped to hug her father the second she saw the two of you, making them both cry and profusely apologise to one another.

Yeah, maybe it’s a good time to go. Maybe quietly too this time. 

You open the portal, and you are back in Heaven again, in front of the pearly gates of the place you call home. 

As you open the door and turn into the living room, you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Hey,” The sound of your husband’s voice rings through your ears.

“I ate your pancakes from this morning,” 

“Alright. I’ll make dinner soon, but I’m tired right now,” you pave your way to your bedroom, when Adam pulls you back.

“Where were you even?”

“Places,” you try to pull away, but the First Man doesn’t relent.

“Where? You weren’t in Heaven, were you?” 

“Alright fine. I was in Hell, cleaning up the mess you and your little play soldiers made by the way,” 

“Were you not there the other day? Why are you so attached to this-” Cogs turn in Adam’s head.

“You were with him, weren’t you? You fucking slut,” Adam’s hand swiftly slaps you across the face. A small cut of golden blood streaks down your face.

“What the fuck? Of course Lucifer is gonna be there, you dumbass?! Why do you think I’m gonna sleep with-” You dodge a flying porcelain jug that was headed in your general direction.

“That fucking demon, thinking he’s hot shit and- and all, just fucking whoever he wants-” The Angel starts storming around the living room, just throwing random shit about, like a kid having a tantrum, making colourful insults while doing so.

You sigh and go into the kitchen to make dinner; hopefully Adam would have blown off enough steam by then.

“Oh and- You better not go back there again, you got it?” 

“…Fine,” You slam the door behind you.

Clearly, you have to be more furtive about your visits to the underworld.

For now, maybe you should cook some dinner, and a warm bath.

Your back really hurts.

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[revelation-coining]

Welcome to Revelation Coining!

We coin xenogenders and make flags!!

Besides basic DNI, we'll just block if the vibes are off. We can't stop you from using our terms.

Submission requirements:

A vague descriptor of what the gender is about (i.e. 'a gender that feels similar to deer, moss, and the color pink')

If you want a specific color

If you want a specific amount if lines

If you want any specific symbols

This blog is run by two mods!!

Mod Electrical [🌃⚡️]

Hey there, I'm Electric/Electrical! We use they/he pronouns and I'm the resident flag maker! Main is @theelectricalcity!

Mod Saint [♱]

hi!! our name is collectively saint/michael, either or!! we use hunt/kill/viscera and ve/x/he pronouns!! we help with flag ideas and definitions!! our personal blog is @super-psycho-lov3 :3

Tagging list!

⊹ ﹒ coined

⊹ ﹒ ask

⊹ ﹒ masterlist

Credits to banners go to:

First banner - @just-my-latest-hyperfixation

Second banner - @gatonpc (From a web archive)

Third banner - @estrelinha-s

Last banner - @astralnymphh

[tearsinreverence]

⠀⠀⠀⠀✦ HERE LIES REVERENT ⟡

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

about me. ♰ my name is reverent for this yandere / vent blog. he / they, 14 and happily taken. enfp, 3w2, 147, edac

this is my side blog, however I will not share the name of my main due to privacy reasons.

asks and anons are open and I would really like some! just don’t flirt or be sexual with me please. everything else is okay!

she will be referred to as my saint or darling. none of my posts are sexual.

trigger warnings. ♰ abuse, stalking, paranoia, delusions, suicidal ideation, ed, more may be added on later. I do not condone any of these activities, this blog is simply a means of coping.

tags:

# 〰・♡ wintress saint ★ darling posts # 〰・♡ graveyard whisper ★ vents and rambles # 〰・♡ prayer ★ reblogs # 〰・♡ lost in the sky ★ misc posts, journalling

[inupi]

♱ › saint/vil/ciel. 23. xe/they. seasian.

hi, this is my fictionkin sideblog, so i follow from my main which is @seraphdecay. i am both a spiritual and psychological kinnie and i do kin outside of fiction (singlet). my most prominent fictionkin timeline is one where i was sanzu haruchiyo from tokyo revengers. if you think we may have shared a timeline together and you are 21+, please do not hesitate to DM me or send an ask! that being said, here's my tokyo revengers canon calls and here are my multisource canon calls. find my kinlist in its entirety here. (best viewed on desktop)

kinlist preview .ᐟ . . .

➺ sanzu haruchiyo ➺ daki (demon slayer)

➺ ran haitani ➺ seishu inui (inupi)

➺ kazutora hanemiya ➺ aether (genshin impact)

➺ yae miko ➺ leon s. kennedy

➺ gojo satoru ➺ maki zeni’n

➺ usagi tsukino ➺ akutagawa ryuunosuke

➺ dazai osamu ➺ dabi

➺ touka kirishima ➺ l lawliet

➺ akira fudo ➺ lucy (elfen lied)

➺ riddle rosehearts ➺ malleus draconia

➺ howl (ghibli) ➺ rei sakuma

➺ ciel phantomhive ➺ nico d. angelo

➺ bayonetta ➺ eridan ampora

➺ chrollo lucilfer ➺ noctis lucis caelum

➺ ferid bathory ➺ jinx (arcane)

and more . . .

byf . . . › i am semi-active on this blog, i am most active on discord.

dni . . . › if you actively engage in discourse (especially syscourse), anti-mogai, anti-LGBTQ+, anti-psychological kinning, racist, zionist.

[thiiiiingsss1]

The First Meeting ˚₊‧꒰𓆩 ♱ 𓆪꒱ ‧₊˚

After arriving in heaven for the meeting, Charlie can't help but explore. She noticed every step behind her left smoking footprints. She looked back at the gloves, which were given to her at the pearly gates. As Saint Peter instructed "remember to keep these on the whole time, can't have heaven's energy make your skin sizzle like bacon in here".

It seems that being a demon in heaven can affect you differently than I thought..

Charlie strolled around the cloud-filled city. She waved when seeing other inhabitants, she waved happily. They backed away in fear and judgement. As she kept walking she started noticing more and more things. She saw a TV screen playing, an angelic salesman appeared on the screen. "Protect yourself from evil forces with our latest innovation: Holy Pepper Spray! Fear not, exorcists! We have Holy Spray. Crafted with the pure essence of holy water and a dash of pepper. Just get a spritz on their unholy faces for only $6.10!" Hearing the word Exorcist brought an uneasy feeling to Charlie. She realized she wasn't as welcome as she thought before. The angels are already uncomfortable seeing Charlie and her existence, so how can she convince them in court? Her brain pondered this for some time. After thinking for so long, she ended up in a completely different part of heaven. There were no city buildings or brick roads. The floor is grassy and green. And on a hill, the only building that stand is a stable up ahead. Charlie leaned against the stable's side. She couldn't let this doubt stop her from her planned debate. But if they already see her as just another demon, what could make them see her differently? In addition of other's perception, being the daughter seen as the antichrist, the child of a fallen angel. A little ease would have been nice for her.

She sighed in disappointment.

"Oh, you are new..." A voice said. It startled her. Charlie looked who spoke. A man with sheep ears peeked through a mane of long, brown, woolly hair that tumbled past his shoulders in wild curls. He had a short beard, framing a face marked by the sun. There was a hint of kindness in his eyes. He wore a flowing white robe, accented by deep blue garments that draped over his shoulders. “Who are you?” she asked. "An angel not knowing me? How odd." He sat down beside her. "I have many names but most call me JC”. Charlie looks stunned. She had heard enough about this dude but never imagined seeing him in the flesh. "J-J-Jesus?"

[cursedrizzo]

ᴠɪᴏʟɪɴs ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴ' ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴄʀʏɪɴ'

— ∘♱∘ Ｓｐｏｎｓｏｒｅｄ ｂｙ ∘♱∘ —

✦ OMY // Dakota Poses @ The Fifty Event

— ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ —

Head// Lelutka Milan

Body// eBODY REBORN

Hair// WINGS - ER0415

Top// Minuit - Shantel Cardigan

Pants// RENIE - Rebel Skirt

Shoes// She Said Destroy - Saint Boots

Accessories// FREYA - Basic Skirt // Moon - Spiked Kitty Garter // RAWR! - Curse Rings

— ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ —

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:30

Feel free to ask about anything else! ♥

[desanctifi]

❝ are you coming or what ? ❞ , @stdread.

⋆ ༺ ♱ ༻ ⋆ HOW STRANGE ... HOW PECULIAR. have those words been uttered to him before today ? his mind drew a blank, a shake of his head and stifled chuckle soon follow. was it a question asked out of pity ? was it asked out of genuinity ? while lucifer may be charismatic, and charm anyone he desires ... never has he been asked to join someone before. his presence tends to be unnerving ; but not to saint.

“ you know who i am, ” amusement prevalent in his tone, “ and yet you ask me to join you, ” he was surprised, perhaps even pleasantly so ( but he would never admit to that ). “ you remind me of myself in some lights, you know that ? ” and truly, he wished that he didn't. not because he did not want there to be another like him, but because pain recognizes pain. shaking his head, he raises from where he had previously been resting. “ lead the way. ”

[vmpirefkcr]

making a pinned bc why not

♱ ur local vampire , Saint 🦇

♱ 24

♱ he/him ONLY - 04/07/22 💉✨

♱ 🔒

♱ i got tired of posting all of my cringe shit to main so this is a side blog , sorry i can’t follow back or like things T^T if u find my other blog good 4 u but im not mentioning it here lol

♱ feel free to message/ask anytime but don’t be surprised if i don’t see it or forget oop

transphobes , racists , terfs , misogynists , nazis , etc DNI . im fine with minors but y’all are on thin ice

other queer ppl pls interact

[saintobio]

What why are so many people rooting for gojohime or toji x y/n. This is a gojo x y/n fic :((

everybody in favor of gojo x yn say i 🙋🏻‍♀️

[ayekittyk4t]

all you girls try to be saints, i’ll make you wanna sin

♱ Desc: A battle of who can make the other more jealous ends in a much, much more exciting way.

♱ Pairing: Plug!Eren x AFAB reader

♱ Content Warning: Unestablished relationship, friends with benefits, possessive behavior, spit, thigh fucking, choking, biting, hair pulling, manhandling, cream pie

♱ Word Count: 5473

a/n after months i’m finally bringing back plug!eren bc i randomly got the motivation to write. i’ve been trying to write him again for a while so i really hope u guys enjoy bc this mf has me stuck. title is from oddlook. give it a listen ;)

wattpad | ao3

(Chapter 3)

The low hum of your favorite song plays softly through the bedroom. A scented candle lit and filled the room with the aroma of citrus and basil. Along with it, wafts the faint scent of marijuana. The wind blows in through the open window, shouts of children playing below and music coming from the neighbor's garages blare into the room. Past the window, the sun is setting into the horizon while the moon readies itself to shimmer with the stars. Brisk air rushes once more, hitting the bare skin on your thighs as you smooth your dress out in front of your full-length mirror.

“How does it look?” you ask softly while twirling and checking yourself out. Peering over your shoulder, you wait for a response from him. Erens eyes skim your body as he sits in your velvet pink chair, legs kicked up onto the matching ottoman. An arm hangs out the window, joint attached to his nimble fingers. His other is thrown over his head, running his hands through thick brown locks.

Perfect, he wants to say. He doesn’t know why you’re even asking. The little black dress hugs your body perfectly, sweetheart neckline scooping your plump breasts, gold hoops, and a matching initial necklace adorning your chest.

Christ, he mumbled under his breath. You looked just so good to him. Eren wanted to take you right then and there, work his fingers magically into you, split you open with his ring and middle, rubbing that spongy spot inside you. His thumb circles your clit, lips on your neck, licking and sucking violet bruises into your skin. You’d be crumbling in his hands. Shaking and moaning, scratching his back, and pulling his hair. Your hair is a mess, your makeup is ruined with tears, and your dress torn. Eren would think you were the most beautiful of all still.

“Good.” is all he says.

“Just good?” you look over your shoulder, head tilted back and brows furrowed in uncertainty. Eren watches as you pout at him, a fresh set of burgundy colored stiletto nails playing with your necklace.

His eyes drag across what you’re wearing once more. The dress was short, your ass was hanging out and if you were gonna dance the way you always did, you were going to give everybody a perfect view of your panties. He didn’t like that one bit. He knew what people said about you, how many people wanted to be with you.

“Man, if I could fuck around with that piece of ass.” Porco would mummer under his breath, hungry eyes eating you up as you danced with a friend. he’d nudge Eren, giving him a toothy smile that made him want to knock his teeth in.

“Fuck off, Porco.”

“What? If you aren’t gonna fuck her, I’d gladly do it.” Porco throws his hands up defensively, chucking and mumbling something Eren couldn’t hear.

If only that asshole knew how Eren would make you feel. How you were in the backseat of his car just an hour ago, ass in the air as he pounded into you. Hands holding your hips, and nails piercing your skin. He’s grunting, you’re moaning and skin is slapping skin.

“Why? Are you trying to look nice for someone at the party?” Eren snorts, lip twitching and curving into a smirk. The way his tone makes you wonder if he’s trying to get something from you, almost like he’s jealous.

The smirk on your rouge lips mirrors him, only growing larger into a smile from your realization, “are you jealous?”

Yes, he was.

“Answer my question first.” his gaze averts to the window. Below a car passes and ashes fall from his joint. you’re quite speechless, watching as he brings his hand back into the room and takes a long drag from the joint.

You had no idea where this behavior was coming from. You also didn’t know whether it was something you liked or disliked. All you could do is scoff and roll your eyes.

“For your information…” you begin, taking a seat at your vanity to touch up your makeup, “I am not getting ready for anyone but myself.” you dab blush onto your cheekbones, “You have no right to be jealous anyway.”

Erens shifts in his chair, your comment immediately caught his attention. You keep your eyes glued to your figure in the mirror. The conversation had shivers crawling all over your body, goosebumps growing on your thighs and arms. There wasn’t an idea in your mind where it would go next.

“Why?”

A pause and you’re turning to face him. The look in his eyes is unreadable. Was he angry? Was he disappointed? Was he happy? He had a blank gaze and flat lips, there wasn’t anything to even read.

“You’re not my boyfriend.” A scoff leaves your lips as you shake your head in disbelief.

There’s a long pause in the room. The space seems to shrink between your shared gazes, and the mixture of the lit candle and cannabis is making you nauseous.

Erens eyes narrow, turning away slowly with a lazy smile. You do the same, ignoring his presence to choose which perfume you’d wear tonight.

Though you don’t see him do so, you hear him. He's putting out the joint on your windowsill as you study the bottles. Swinging his legs over the ottoman, groaning lowly as he does so. You pick up a bottle. His steps are quiet, yet so heavy. each one seems to mimic your increasing heart rate. You spray each side of your neck. Honeysuckle and Vanilla. The steps stop, and you can just feel him behind you.

“Look at me.” With a slow shut of your eyes, you ignore Erens demand, spraying more perfume onto your wrists.

Eren wasn’t amused one bit. Rough hands cup your chin, pulling you - forcing you to look at him. His hands were warm and reeked of burnt weed. You scrunch your nose in disgust, but Eren can read you like a book, knowing already that you were going to spit something so vulgar at him. He tightens his grip on your chin, hoping it’d prevent you from speaking. It does.

“I fuck you, right?” He catches you off guard. You wonder where the conversation was going but you didn’t want it to go wrong. This was the uncharted territory between you and Eren.

You nod, nostrils flaring.

“I make you cum too.” It sounds like a question, but it’s a statement. He makes you cum a lot.

You nod.

“And who buys you all this?” Thick fingers reach your necklace. He grabs the chain, letting it dangle between his finger.

You swallow hard, but there’s a lump stuck in the depths of your throat, “You do, Eren.”

He’s at peace with your answers, both hands falling free from you. However, his eyes are still glued onto you giving you a warm smile. Still, behind his warm smile is one coated in wickedness.

You can't help but feel yourself heat up. Warmth flooding your cheeks, ears, and chest. Warmth filling you everywhere. A pooling between your legs follows.

“I’ll be in the car.”

He leaves the room.

You're frozen for a while before turning back to the mirror. You fix your hair a little, adding one more spray of perfume to your nape.

–

It was a rare occasion for you to drink. Alcohol never sat right with you and it made you do things. The way it burns going down your esophagus falls into the acidic pit of your stomach and sets fire to the walls. It makes you do bad things. Dance till you drop, make out with one or two of your girlfriends, but the craziest thing you did was grow a relationship with a local drug dealer. Atop of that, you fucked him.

And it was good. It was so, so good. Alcohol never tasted better to you up until that night. On his tongue, as it massaged yours, transferring the taste of Hennessy onto your tastebuds. It was so addicting, you couldn’t have him for just one night, so you took him for more.

You took him in the car whether he was parked outside in front of a busy party or an empty parking lot. You took him on the couch in his apartment. His kitchen, bed, and your favorite place, in his shower.

Where hot streams of water would fall onto your sticky, burning skin. Hands grasping your waist just to flip you around and shove you into the wall. Eren was so aggressive behind closed doors and all you wanted from him was more. And Eren couldn’t deny his Princess, so he gave you all he had. He pulled at your roots, put you in a chokehold, he thrust so deep and hard. He did all for you.

You never felt so clean and dirty at the same time with Eren.

To think he was the one attracted to you first. Now, you can't explain your feelings towards the boy. All you knew is that like the spoiled girl you are, you wanted more. More than sex in his shower. More than his alcohol-infused kisses. More than his pungent aroma of marijuana and Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue.

The flaw you carried with you was one you’d hated for as long as you can remember. That being an absolute idiot coming to expressing what you feel. Eren didn’t see that, he only saw you pushing him away.

“You look ill.” A concerned look on the black-haired girl flashes across her face. Lips downturned and thin brows clinging to each other as they furrow in concern. Mikasa inched closer to you to grab your attention, though the attempt was a failure. You’d been too angry.

Alcohol. The poison made you feel so many strong emotions, one, in particular, being anger. Anger because you were being ignored. Anger because Eren was flirting with girls because it’s “good for business”. Anger because he was left alone with them in a room.

“I’m…” You're annoyed, tired, frustrated. You were so much more but none of the words seem to pass through your lips. “Let’s dance.”

Mikasa is taken back. One second you were sulking around the stone fire pit and the next your nails were sunk into Mikasa's skin dragging her to the group of bodies dancing. She couldn’t help but smile at you. You were circling her, mouthing the lyrics of the song playing and moving your hands up her shoulders to wrap your arms around her neck.

It wasn’t long before you two were swaying your bodies together. Hands entangled with each other and your faces were close enough that the tips of your noses were touching. Time flew while the two of you danced, lost in each other’s spaces and engulfing yourselves in the music.

“What’s wrong?” Mikasa asks into your ear, lips brushing your skin. She smelled strong, like warm sugar and juicy red candied apples. If you weren’t so addicted to Eren and had a tinge of alcohol in your system, you’d eat her up right then and there.

It was the second time tonight she pointed out your discomfort. Although you were tempted to tell her the truth about the source of your irritation is Eren, you wouldn’t allow yourself.

Playfully, you blew air at her face. Black locks uncover her gray eyes and she blinks hard, “I’m ok, Mikasa.”’ You sigh softly, pushing hair behind her ear, “I just wanna dance with you.”

So that is what you did. You danced on the travertine patio of some random rich boy whose party you were crashing. The activity was usually fun for the most part. The excitement of sneaking in and pretending to recognize drunk faces. Then when they’d finally noticed, you’d run out as fast you could. The thrill was everything.

Today, however, isn’t like the previous times.

As you peek over Mikasa's shoulder, you glance at Eren who’s walking towards the stone fire pit you once sad at. Behind him trails a tall blonde in a brown halter mini dress. Her hair sways with each step she takes to sit on the armrest of the seat Eren had taken. Her breasts are in his face while she speaks to him and he stares intensely at the pair while taking a sip of beer. The sight alone made your heart beat, blood rushed throughout your body, and your fist clenched around Mikasa's dress. Eren catches the heated flicker in your eyes and smiles devilishly.

“Mika, Porcos here right?” She nods, confused as to why you're even asking, “Where is he?” She looks more confused. Your plan was plain and simple: do the same thing Eren was. Though he called his “business” you knew how he played, and this was a game.

“By the keg.” She points a dainty finger over your shoulder. Low and behold, Porco is conversing with men who were unknown to you. His hands flayed when he spoke and he raked his fingers through his hair.

“I’ll be back, Mikasa.” You're gone, leaving her to go back to the fire pit with Eren and his piece for tonight.

You push throw bodies, unfamiliar faces confused at who you were as you passed them and made your way to Porco.

“Hey, Porco.” You say sweetly, pulling his attention away from the men he was speaking to right to you. A dopey smile flashes across his face as he throws his hand to the back of his neck.

Nervously he calls your name, “What happened to dancing with Mikasa?”

“You were watching us?” You come closer to him. The two random men excused themselves as soon as they heard your flirty tone.

“How can I not.” His jaw tightens as he studied your expressions. He’s resting the waters with you seeing how you’d react to his flirtatious remarks. His attraction towards you was obvious, though you never played into it up until tonight. Tonight he’d be fun to play with.

Smiling gently, you push closer to him, “I got bored.” You looked up at him through your long lashes. He smelt your perfume, becoming entranced by the scent of it as the sight of your breasts pushed against him, “I wanted to speak to you too.”

Porco was good-looking. He was tall, built, had great hair, and had an attractive face. He just knew all about it. Bragged about girls and his skills. It wasn’t your thing, but for the time being, it would be.

“You wanna play with me today?” He brings his face down to yours, using his beer to lift your chin. You couldn’t help but notice how bad his flirting was, laughing at his words. He didn’t know. He’d assumed you were laughing with him, not at him.

“Should I not?” You play along with him, wrapping a hand around his neck and leaning in to whisper in his ear, “You always talk about how good you are.” His hand finds its way wrapping around your waist, inching closer and closer to your ass, “I want you to show me.”

“Only for yo-”

His words are cut short and you're pulled away from his grasp. Another pair of hands wrap around your wrist, stealing you from the blonde.

“Oh, Porco, man!” Eren. He shouts, throwing a hand and gripping Porcos shoulder. He shakes him while the grip on your wrist tightens, “I’m sorry, but I gotta take this monster home.” He shrugs, eyes lidded but burning holes right into Porco.

Before you or Porco can say another word, Eren is gone, dragging you away from him and the party. You try to fight his grasp and keep your comments quiet in case you hadn’t caused a scene enough at the party.

“Let go, Eren.” You wiggle from his grasp but he is just so much stronger than you, “Eren, c’mon, stop being a little bitch!” Finally, you yell at him, smacking him lightly on the shoulder as soon as you're far enough from the crowds.

He stops, doesn’t turn your way, nor does he speak. He just stops his steps, stands on an empty sidewalk of the suburban neighborhood hood, shoves his hands into his pockets, and continues walking.

Your heart pounds against your chest watching him walk away. Chest rising and nails sinking into the skin of your palms. How could he be so calm? It made you feel so angry. A different kind of anger from before, one couldn't easily explain.

“Are you coming or not?” Eren calls out from the side of his car. His hands were still shoved into his pockets.

“No.” You say sternly, crossing your arms.

He scoffs, shaking his head slowly at you. Then he laughs and gets in the car. The engine starts and the car rolls down to where you stand and stops.

“Stop acting like a child and get in.” His arm is out the window waving you down to get on, the other on the steering wheel. You ignore him once again. Quite literally, acting like a child while not even looking his way.

“Get in, you look stupid.”

“Don’t call me stupid, Eren.” You’re looking at him now, eyes wide and jaw clenched.

“Get in.”

“I can get a ride.”

“Yeah?” He looks up at you within dishealved locks, clicking his tongue, and shakes his head lightly again. He laughs. He’s high. “From Porco? That idiot just wants you for what’s in your pants.”

In the end, you cave in. Entering Erens car just infuriated you more. He was quiet, he didn’t say anything once you sat on the leather seats of his E30. You expected more from him about you messing around Porco. Maybe an explanation about the blonde. Nothing. He said nothing.

“That’s fine, Eren.” You speak softly and he begins to drive out of the neighborhood, “I don’t care if Porco wanted me for what’s in my pants.” Still, he doesn’t say a thing, “I wanted to fuck him.”

As you watch him, he clenched his jaw and his knuckles grip harder on the wheel. Then when you’re stopped at the red light, he revs the engine of his car. When it’s green, he speeds off. You poked the bear. He driving recklessly. Exceeding the speed limit, making sharp turns, and braking hard. He continues this throughout the drive to your apartment. Once you arrive, you jump out of the car, slamming the door as quickly as you could. You didn’t want to hear a thing from Eren.

Truly, you didn’t mind fucking Porco but you never were going to go through with it. You said what you said to get a reaction from Eren and you got what you wanted all along. You always did when it came to Eren.

Once you enter your apartment, you kick your heels off. Looking over your shoulder at the brunette getting closer to the door. When he just barely reaches the entrance, you slam the door in his face.

He’s quick, swinging the door and walking your way with force. He scares you, making your skin crawl once he grabs ahold of your face with one hand.

“Get your hands off me!” You speak incoherently from the pressure he’s applying to your face. With that, he lets go, grabbing your arm and dragging you into your bedroom to force you onto the bed, “Get off.”

“You don’t get to act like a brat after what you told me.” He hovers over you, keeling and keeping a knee between your legs to separate them. Your dress rides up, exposing your black lace panties. His hands hold your wrists in place on either side of your head.

You looked delectable to him. He saw that you were afraid, never seeing this side of him. But you also had some fight in you left, you weren’t gonna cower down soon. Though, especially, he saw that you were excited.

The way your chest rose, your nose was scrunched, your eyes glossed over, and the burning heat from your cunt against his knee. A wet patch grew on the center of your panties and he couldn’t ignore it.

“Really? I cant? Not even after you and that blonde bitch?” You spit out, teeth grinding against each other in a condescending tone, “I bet she fucked you so she can get seven grams with a discount? I know how you like smoking chicks out, you did it with me.”

The look in his eyes was purely dark. He was readable, so extremely readable. A once beautiful set of turquoise eyes is now dark. They're dark as a forest of evergreens. He gave you a look of wanting to ruin you.

“Don’t be so jealous, Princess.” He lowers himself so that his face was inches from yours, pushing and rubbing his knee against your cunt, “I didn’t smoke her out as I do with you.” A smile pulled at his lips as he watches you begin to rut your hips against his knee. And although you were angry, the itch and need to relive the throbbing at your pussy was much more important to you than yelling at Eren.

“D-did you fuck her?” You whimpered out as the rutting of your hips sent waves of heat throughout your body and your thighs began to ache from the work alone.

“Why would you care? I’m not your boyfriend.” He’s so close to your lips now. You pathetically attempt to kiss him, but he dodges your lips and watches as you embarrassingly rut your hips to reach completion. It wasn’t close to enough though, you needed more of him. His fingers, his mouth, his cock. Something more.

He feels bad for you, you tried but failed horribly at standing up to Eren. The craving you had for the boy was intense and it needed to be treated immediately. But this time, he was punishing you and he wasn’t gonna give it to you that easily.

“Look at you,” Finally he lets go of your wrists, getting up and leaving you high and dry on your silk sheets. And christ what a sight you were to him. Chest rising high, tits nearly spilling from your sweetheart neckline, and your dress cinched and just barely above your crotch exposing your cute little black panties with a bow. He couldn’t resist you. He wouldn’t.

“Get on your knees.” He spits out, watching over you like some god. And even though your mind told you not to cave in more than you already have, you continued to get on your knees. Eren watched as you struggled with weak legs and arms, becoming more and more impatient. Eventually, you were positioned perfectly.

“You’re beautiful like this.” He growled, “So fucking beautiful.” He exaggerates each word, smoothing over the soft skin of the back of your until reaches the globes of your ass. He squeezed hard, shoving you forward and into the mattress.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to speak coherently to Eren. Almost all five of your senses were Eren. From the corner of your eyes, you see him leaning over you and admiring you. His voice is low and raspy while whispering sweet yet poisonous comments into your ear. Eren smells of his cologne. His intoxicating, clean fresh cologne and his weed. Calloused hands run up the arch of your back and press down, making your ass stick higher in the air. But you couldn’t take him.

He wouldn’t let you, and all you wanted was him in your mouth. You needed to taste his spit on your plump lips. You had a craving for his saliva on your tongue.

“How bad do you want it?” Eren asks, pushing your dress until it’s just below your bra.

“Bad.” Whiny and breathy, you rock your hips back to meet Erens crotch. Through the rough material of his jeans, you shimmy your ass on his hard cock. “So bad, Eren.”

With that, he lets go. His hand snakes around your neck and the other gets a brutal grip on your hair, pulling your head back. You whine from the stinging at your scalp. It hurt, but the pooling between your legs said otherwise. Once your face is off your sheets, his hand squeezes your cheeks together, making your lips pucker. He sticks his fingers in your mouth, pressing his pointer and middle down on your tongue so you’d drool over the length of them. He pushes farther, making you gag and your eyes brim with tears, ruining your makeup. Eren laughs darkly.

“No one can make you feel as good as I do.” He rasps, his fingers still messaging your tongue and making you gag as his other lets go of your hair to undo his belt. The jingle alone makes you jump, goosebumps crawl all over your body, and your cunt drips.

You shake your head. No. No one can make you feel as good as Eren.

A string of saliva falls past your glossy lips once Erens fingers leave your mouth. He groans at how soaked his fingers are from your mouth. His other hand comes back to your head pushing you into the mattress again and the other releases his cock from his briefs. Fuck, he utters under his breath once he wraps his hands around his aching cock.

Your breathing is restrained, nearly choking from the face full of bed sheets and Erens forceful behavior. You’re aching everywhere for him, but especially your cunt. Releasing the balled-up sheets from your hands, you slowly inch one between your legs. Pathetically, you reach for your throbbing clit but your finger isn’t long enough.

Eren shakes his head, hair messy and falling from the hair tie, “You need help, Princess?” He coos, almost mocking your whines and begging for relief from the ache between your legs. You nod eagerly.

“Words, Princess.”

“Please, Eren. I-I need you so bad.”

Eren is breathing heavily, pulling you closer to him and peeling your panties off. Under the moonlight, your cunt glistens with slick and pulsates for him. With his cockhead, he rubs your lips, spreading them to toy with your clit.

“More, please, just fuck me.”

“Be patient.” So you try to be. You let him play and tease you for a while. You let him stick his dick between your thighs, and fuck them. Wetting his length with your juices as he barely catches your clit with each slow thrust. He groans lowly with each stroke and each little noise you make.

And for your patience, he rewards you. His cock-head passes through the first ring of muscle. You’re welcoming him so well that he shoved himself inside you and that you let out a sharp yelp once he does. Your cunt wraps around him with intense heat and your gasping and groaning at his harshness.

He watched you below him. How you catch your breath, your knuckles turn white from the tight grips you had on your sheets, but your back arch’s more for him.

“Hard,” You speak softly and breathlessly, muffled, “go hard.”

Eren would cum at just that. Though he wouldn’t before he broke you. He nearly pulls the entirety of his fat cock out of your cunt, just leaving the tip inside, then forces himself back into the warmth of your pussy. He is slow at first but harsh, teasing you because he knows how much you like it rough. His hand roams the arch of your back, pushing hard. The other wrapping around your neck, squeezing hard. Then he’s fucking you. Fucking you hard.

He rammed his hips into you at a fast pace. His cock fills your walls and tip fucking your cervix. Your senses were heightened each time Eren slammed into you. Your moans are so lewd and loud, his grunting so animalistic. The oak legs of your bed scratched the floor and your bed frame hit the thin walls of your bedroom from Erens aggressiveness.

You're sore from him already. From the slapping of his thighs on yours and calloused hands all over your body. But you didn’t mind. You loved all of it. You loved all Eren gave you.

“I only fuck you like this,” He rasps between each thrust, “This pussy only takes me like this.” Slamming, slapping, groaning. Your mouth is dry as you breathe hard, gasping for air as Eren's hand squeezes harder around your neck.

“J-just you, Eren. Only E-eren can.” You say it softly, but you doubt he couldn’t even hear you.

Erens lost. He’s in a daze and living a dream of being in your pussy. Fucking you so deep, that he completely loses himself. Strong arms wrap around your stomach, pulling you to his chest with his cock still in your cunt, but thrusts paused. One arm stays at your waist, holding onto you until his fingertips bruise your tender skin. The other snakes to your neck again, gently but roughly, he puts you in a headlock and begins the rhythmic slamming of his cock into your pussy once more.

You panting like a bitch in heat, clawing at Erens waist to gain balance. Though his force is too much. He's fucking up into you like a beast. Grunting and muttering the sweetest yet disgusting praises into your ears. The soft hoodie he kept on is your only source of softness. His lips brisk from your neck and your ear and he bites down on your lobe. You’re a moaning mess when his lips suck the supple skin of your neck, only to bite down till he breaks a layer of skin. The belt lying above his knees scratches your skin, and his hand finds its way up to your stomach. Pulling your bra cup, he frees your tits, messaging them and pinching your nipple.

With one harsh thrust, Eren pushes you back into the bed. You’re limp, letting him use you like a fucktoy. Your throat is raw from moaning so much, from calling out F-fuck, Eren. Right there, Eren. Mmm, harder, Eren. You wouldn’t be surprised if your landlord came to visit you the next morning. Either way, you couldn’t care one bit.

The build-up Eren was giving you was amazing. So painfully amazing.

His hands roamed to your hips and held you in place for a couple of seconds until one came to rub your clit. You lost your mind at that. Whining louder from his thick, long fingers rubbing delicious circles onto your throbbing clit and his tip fucking your cervix nice and deep.

Your entire body filled with warmth and your joints turned into gelatin. Eren breathed harshly through grinding teeth feeling your walls cave in on him. The pulsing of your cunt added to his pleasure so did the rise and fall of your back.

“Squeezing me so fuckin’ good, Princess” He spits out, “You gonna cum, hm?”

Out of breath, yes’s fall past your lips. Raw, raspy yes’s.

“Yeah, yes, Eren.”

With Eren, your orgasms were never just one knot snapping. It was multiple. Multiple knots snapping at an unexplainably fast speed with great intensity. So with one more snap of his hips. That’s what happens. Those knots snap, and you’re gone. Moaning, yelping, whining, screaming. You’re gushing all over his fat cock you don’t even notice the mess you make on him and your bed sheets.

A panting, worn out, hot mess you were. Legs trembling and wet from your juices. Eren's thrusts became sporadic as he came closer to his high from the sight of you squirting all over him.

“F-fuckin’ hell, Princess.” He moans lowly, “Dirty-fucking-slut,” He accentuates each word with a hard, tired-out thrust. He smacks your ass, squeezing the globes to pull you back to him once more. He cums. His big, cock shoots and stuffs you full of his cum. Moon-shaped marking and pierced into the skin of your hips from his grasp, red and nearly purple from his strength.

You’re quiet besides your painting, no longer able to say a thing, no longer able to move. He broke you just like he wanted to.

Eren keeps his cock inside you, reaching out to grab a handful of your hair, he turns you. His other hand moves your hair out of your face and wipes a glob of tears away from your mascara-stained eyes. He’s breathing heavily through his nose, his nostrils flaring. He’s sweaty and his cheeks are rosy from leaving his hoodie on.

Once more, he thrusts himself into you. Stuffing you full of his cum and not letting a single drop fall. He watches as your face contorts. Wet lips fall, eyes roll back, and nose scrunch.

“Only I fuck you this good. Remember that, Princess.”

[captainaikus]

♱ ℌ𝔞𝔦𝔯 𝔡𝔶𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔬𝔶𝔰

♱ Pairings : Takashi Mitsuya x reader, Hanma Shuuji x fem! reader

(They are 19)

♱ Warnings : Mentions of blood in Hanma's section along with his twisted sense of humor. Reader is sassy and knows how to put them in place as well as very blunt with retorts, mention of needles in Shuuji's part , mention of one mature statement in Mitsuya’s part but nothing explicit

Synopsis : Just hair dyeing and eyebrow shaving with Mitsuya and talking about the future, while being a brat about it with Hanma.

♱ Saint’s note : Was gonna turn this NSFW... but maybe some other time. This was a self insert comfort fic and i've been thinking for a bit to write this one. I'll be doing more of these as well (all in good time)

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♱ Takashi Mitsuya : “Are you sure you want this one?” you asked after Mitsuya showed a magazine page to you.

“Mhm. I want this” he said as he gave you a wide smile.

“Both eyebrows?” you asked looking at him with skepticism.

“Mhm” he said with a slight nod.

“Are you really sure about this” you asked as you set up bleach, silver dye and clippers on the table.

“Daijobu da (Y/N). You don’t have to do it if you’re that worried” he said looking into the mirror of the vanity the two of you dragged out into the living room.

“I’m sure about this Mitsuya. I just want to be clear if this is what you want… Having a slit on one eyebrow would make you look cool, but both?” you asked with a sigh while bending down to wrap the sheet around him.

“It’ll make me look double cool” he said with a thumbs up.

“Hai Hai. Can’t wait for Takashi san to start picking up girls who would rather ride him than their bikes” you said in a dead voice.

“Your wish might come true at the end of this (Y/N) chan” he said with a smirk, staring you dead in the eye while looking into the mirror.

Switching on your clippers, you said with a dark chuckle “Can’t have that happening right? Maybe I should choose the right style to go with”

“Don’t you dare. I don’t want to be picked on by pah, Mikey and Draken” he said with terror.

Laughing, you sprayed his hair with water and sectioned it before shaving the lower half of it.

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After finishing with Mitsuya’s hair, you dyed his eyebrows. Wiping the excess dye away and drying it, you crouched down at eye level with him.

“Don’t move” you said as you brought the clipper close to his eyebrow.

“Matte!” he said as his eyes suddenly opened after closing. In shock, you switched of the clippers and dropped it onto his lap.

“What?!” you shrieked as you fell back on your rear.

“Use tape. Make a slit between it and shave. You'll ruin my eyebrow with a clipper” he said with a pout. Thinking about it for a bit, you smirked as an idea went through your head. Mitsuya glared at you. As if he knew what you were thinking, he said “If you rip the tape off, and make me bald faced, No ice cream for you over a week”

“I didn’t even say anything” you whined.

“But you were thinking it. Dewa, hajimemashou” he said with a mocking voice.

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“It doesn’t look half bad” you said at the final result of his undercut, hair color and transformed eyebrows.

“Of course. I chose it” he said as he ran a hand through his hair and tilted his face to the side to get a better view.

“Have you ever thought about designing or getting into the model industry if you ever decide to drop out of Toman Mitsuya? I know that it is important to you and you are one of the founding members… but hypothetically, if it ever ceased to exist, would you do it?” you asked in a low tone, trying to not upset him.

“Maa.. na? I am the president of the sewing club in school… and I have made some things here and there… but I’ve never given it that much of a thought when I’m around the gang… At some point I know that the two would come to a point where I would have to choose either a career that make me live in society or stay out of it but live with dignity of having the highest loyalty and commitment, but in the shadows of crime. Can’t say… maybe I’ll just wait and see what happens” he said as he splashed a handful of water in his face, bending over the sink as he turned away from the mirror, stopping the conversation.

Reaching behind him, you hugged him close to you, feeling his back against your chest while nuzzling into the center of it.

“I’m sure you’ll make a good decision when it comes down it. And whatever you choose, I’ll support you no matter what” you said.

Rubbing his palms over your hands that secured his torso, he said “Arigato”

Turning around to face he caressed your face with hands.

“Even if I choose to be in a gang?” he asked as his lilac eyes searched yours for an answer.

“I believe people have their own reasons for making their decision Mitsuya. If you chose to side with Toman, you have a reason for it and I would understand. Of course I would be worried about your safety and I am always upset about you getting hurt. But, I wouldn’t leave you because you chose this. In fact, it makes me more attracted to see you being a reliable comrade for rest of the squad and also being counted on” you said as you nuzzled into his hand, kissing the heel of it.

“So… the haircut, hair dye and eyebrows didn’t work?” he said with a pout.

“Baka” you said as you pulled away from his hand and pecked his cheek. Running your hands through his hair, and lightly scratching his scalp you said,

“I love your regardless of what you look like”

Bending forward while leaning his back against the sink, Mitsuya pulled you into him, causing to bend your knees against this crushing grip of your body against this.

“Aishiteru” he said while leaving a trail of kisses on your face. You giggled while wiping his kisses from your face that only caused him to pout and presses more kisses on your face.

Bonus: Watching you sleep at night, looking soft and vulnerable he said in a low tone “Thank for loving me”

Kissing the crown of your head he fell asleep while holding you close to him.

Little did he know that you were awake. Kissing his Adam’s apple, you whispered “Always”

♱ Hanma Shuuji :

“Shuu, give me the bottle” you said as you tried to reach for it. Lifting it high over your head, he placed it above the cabinet in the kitchen.

“Why don’t you try reaching up there Wan- chan” he said with a grin. “Getting blonde hair dye was your idea. What gives you the authority to act like a dick when it was something you wanted and not me? Does me no harm. Suit yourself, zombieface. ” you said as you walked away from the kitchen while waving your hand in dismissal.

“But it was your money that went into buying it wasn’t it?” he said. That statement stopped you in your tracks.

Looking back, you said “Ah… is that so? Wait for me here” you said. Going into the bedroom, you dug your hands into Shuuji’s pockets.

“Even though it’s deep for his bigass hands, he sure doesn’t have any money in them” you muttered while your fingers frantically searched for something.

“Aha” you said as you found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

“Nani mitsuketa?” you heard a baritone voice from behind you.

Hiding the things, you found behind you, you turned around to see Hanma lean against the doorframe of your shared room.

“Nandemonai” you said as you fiddled with the pack of cigarettes and lighter behind you. Unfortunately, the pack opened and one cigarette fell. Staring at the floor after hearing a small thud, Shuuji’s eyes widened at the realization of you taking his cigarettes.

“I think you have something of mine Wan- chan. Why don’t you be a good girl and give it back to me?” he asked extending his hand forward. Running to the nearest window and opening it with one hand sticking out with his cigarettes and lighter you said “Give me the blonde hair dye and permission to do whatever I want with your hair and we have a deal”

“You’re playing a dangerous game here. You do know that I work in a gang, right?” he asked with a humorous tone.

“Even though you work in a gang, you still have an addiction to tobacco don’t you Hanma san? Not to mention, even though you have deep pocket, you have no money… there isn’t a gang meeting today either and neither is Kisaki going to buy any more cigarettes. So, are you alright with each one falling out of the window? Mind you, there is a puddle from the rain earlier down there, so they would be ruined” you said with a smirk.

Gritting his teeth, Hanma left the room only to come back with the bottle of hair dye, setting it down on the floor.

Taking your hand away from the window, you threw the articles onto the coffee table.

“Alright. Let’s get started”

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“Are you always this difficult when it comes to hair?” you said as you squirmed on his lap. Shuuji insited that you sit you on his lap while doing his hair. You had spent the past thirty minutes protesting and getting up only to have your hand pulled and forced to give in till you sat on his lap.

He hummed while shaking his leg and holding you by your hips.

“Stay steady or I’ll hurt you Shuuji” you said as you tried to get a better angle to cut his hair with scissors.

“Kinky and thrilling” he said with a glint in his eye staring up at you. Sighing, you tilted his head and silently cut away at the grown ends of it. You could feel him breath slowly in and out and feel his body relax while cutting his hair.

Setting the scissors down, you felt him lean into your touch as you ran your hand through his wet hair before sectioning it. Picking up the toner followed by the dye you began to change his hair.

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“Not bad Wan-chan… you’re not so useless after all” he said with a smirk.

“Coming rich from a guy with no money” you said as you leaned against the doorframe while he washed his face.

“What do you call that word again…? Touché?” he said as he looked at you from the reflection of the mirror with a grin with water flowing down his chin.

“I believe so… yes” you muttered. Placing one hand on his shoulder, you asked “Do you like it? I know I did it on a whim… but are you okay with it?”

“'Didn’t really give a fuck about my hair Wan-chan. The only time I actually look at it is when it’s caked in blood and watch it flow while my hair is wet. I guess you did a good job with elevating my looks…” he said with a crazed grin.

“Looks better down that up… but eh.. whatever you want” you said, ruffling his hair “Self-care is also important Shuuji. That’s why I push you to do these things. Even if it as simple as taking care of your hair, it can make a difference. It can be thrilling too… Like using different colored dyes and seeing how they turn out. Just learn to take care of yourself too… I know what does your line of work call for, but you matter to me more than anything else okay?”

He held you by your waist close to him while you pecked the crown of his head while pushing his hair back.

He closed his eyes and breathed in your scent and said a muffled “ ‘Suki da”

Smiling you replied

“Daisuki da, Shuuji”

Bonus : “Now that I have my hair dyed, you should do something too, dontcha think?” he said with a grin.

“Like what?” you asked with a narrowed gaze.

“How ‘bout-” he said with a crazed expression.

“No Shuuji. I already went to the tattoo shop with you once and I don’t like needles remember?” you interrupted.

“Is Wan-chan scared of a lil pain” he said, coming near your face. You lurched forward to bite his nose in retaliation, but he pulled back. Thinking about it for a bit you decided to give in and go to the tattoo shop.

The two of you matched. While he held sin and punishment on his fists, you held judgement on your shoulder.

Daijobu da : It's fine

Dewa, hajimemashou : Then let's start

Arigato : Thank you

Aishiteru : I love you

Nani mitsuketa : What did you find?

Nandemonai : Nothing

Wan-chan : Puppy

‘Suki da : Love ya

Daisuki da : Same thing

Ma Naa : I guess so

[darkkalendas]

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[saintobio]

Gojohime happening: 😴

Gojo's mom planning for utahime to be sachiro's mom have her and gojo have full custody:😐😡😫🙍‍♀️🤦‍♀️🙅‍♀️

well good luck w that bc sachiro loves his mommy so much and is literally very clingy to yn (·•᷄∩•᷅ ) even if the whole world turns their back on her, sachi would never wanna leave yn's side. that's his mama.