#the questions would be like: so… what do you think about cannibalism as a form of love? ​🎤

[theorphicangel]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 | 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

wc: 2.2k

tags: heian era!sukuna, true form! sukuna, reader is a villager and wears a kimono, gn!reader, mentions of cannibalism (brief), eventual fluff, strangers to lovers??, threat of death, reader has a sense of humor, reader risks life for a peach (real),

synopsis: stumbling in a random field, the gods have granted you the luxury of discovering a rare peach tree and it's all yours for the takings. at least that's what you're mistaken to think before you're confronted by the king of curses himself. coming close to death, you're forbidden to ever return.

it's just a shame you're incapable of listening to rules.

part one | part three | bonus scene

Part 2: Committing the sin

“...And I told him to stick his peaches where the sun doesn’t shine.”

“And then what?!”

“Well, he was so shocked that I spoke to him in that manner and his jaw fell wide open. Then I told him that I wasn’t scared of him and informed him that the tree was public property.”

“What did he say back?” Multiple sets of eyes peer into your face with eagerness and pure excitement. 

You pause for a moment –  for dramatic effect. With a deep breath, you speak again.

“He said, ‘do you not care for your life?’

“What did you say back?! What did you tell him?!” A dark haired child rose in front of you, his eyes wide. 

“I said I wouldn’t regret dying after tasting those appetizing peaches, so if he killed me right there and  then I would nonetheless be happy and satisfied.”

The children sit in a small circle around you, some expressing their glee aloud as their faces were filled with awe of your encounter with the king of curses.

“I squared up to him, unafraid to fight and he walked away first.” You let out a laugh. “His tail was between his legs like a dog,  I doubt he’ll ever come back to that tree!”

“Does he actually have a tail?” a child asked. 

“I thought he had 6 arms.” another child spoke, curiosity filling their tone. 

“I thought he had 9?!”

“No, there was no tail. The king of curses only has 4 arms and really ugly eyes.”

“How many?”

“Four!” You reply and you giggle as the children shudder. “All the better to see you with, I think. Very scary.”

One child says, “I don’t ever want to see him!”

“He’s a monster!” Another spoke. 

“Well, you won’t ever meet the monster if you all promise to obey your parents and not misbehave?”

They nod diligently, hanging onto your every word. One by one they disperse, breaking off into their own stories about the king of curses now based on the new information you had told. 

Among them, your eyes fell upon Miko. She stood alone, waiting for the others to drift away before speaking. You’ve known her to be the shyest girl in the village, with the other kids she doesn’t seem to speak or interact. You usually find her off on her own in the corner, playing on her own in a corner. 

Recently, you’ve taken her under your wing. Whilst her parents work away in the village, you made sure that not all of her hours are spent entirely alone. Interacting with her, you take her along with you on your errands or play along with her games. Even in your company she’s still a quiet kid but you don’t mind as long as she has someone to be with. 

She waits until the majority of children have gone, their conversation too loud to overhear her question. It slips out so quietly you almost think you’ve missed it but you manage to read her lips. 

“Can you get me one?” Miko looks down at her sandals, shy and timid.

You hum, wanting to know what she’s referring to. 

“A peach.” She speaks again, her small lips moving. Again her voice is quiet and her eyes are glued to the ground. “Could you get me one?”

Your heart yearns at the sight. You knew all too well that her family doesn’t have much. They barely manage to get the bare necessities monthly, so the simple act of indulging in the taste of a sweet ripe peach wouldn’t just be a luxury but equate to rich reward for her entire family and their hard work.

Crouching, you meet her eyes. 

“If you’re not scared of the king of curses could you do it?” She mumbles. “If you’re sure that he won’t come back.”

A small part of you hesitates, maybe your exaggeration went too far. The truth of the story weighs heavy in your gut and a part of you considers confessing your dishonesty. But just one glimpse into Miko’s warm coffee eyes and you melt again. You couldn’t break her heart and say no. It would kill you.  

Your gut churns as you mull over your answer. 

There was no part in your body capable of telling her ‘no’ so the corners of your lips flip up into a smile. 

“Of course, I can.”

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The king of curses is away at battle. For the next two weeks to be presumed. 

Him and his army traveled past the village, heading down with their carts and horses. Obviously, you weren’t present and chose to  hide away to watch from afar. Even from a large distance you couldn’t help but feel his presence, his overwhelming aura seeping into every crevice of your skin.

But at least now you had your chance.

Just one week after his departure, you gained up the courage to return to the forbidden peach tree. You’d hope no one would be present at the estate, perhaps a few servants here and there, but you doubt they would commit to the long walk to the edge of the estate for a mere peach tree.

With a large basket in hand, you set out as early as you could, the sunrise warming up your cheeks. Rays of orange and red mix in the sky, the sunlight fixing its spot in the blue summer sky. 

You retrace your steps you had previously taken a few weeks prior, straying away from the original path. Again, the grass blades tickle at your ankles. Certain that the king of curses has disappeared, you take your time through the field watching as different species of birds fly over your head and how the bees keep obedient to their flowers, collecting their sweet nectar. 

Soon the shadow of the tree comes into view. 

At first glance it seems to be unchanged, however a new difference you picked up on is the range of new peaches available. With adrenaline running, you don’t hesitate to pluck the peaches, multiple at a time. In a span of five minutes your basket is already half full, emerging from your task. You start with the peaches which are easier to reach before dealing with the dreadful task of resorting to your tippy toes.

Before you know it, your eyes are caught once upon a scarlet red peach, perfectly ripe and round. Of course you have to get it, this one would be especially for Miko you think.

The only problem which rose was that the peach was located on the highest branch, straining, it was only a few inches away from your fingertips.

“Almost—” you strain, your tongue pokes out the side of your mouth.

“Seems like insolent fools never learn.”

A rough voice echoes into the distance at the exact moment that you manage to pluck a peach from the highest branch.  At the sound of a gruff tone,  a shiver runs up your body and the peach falls from your hand, dropping to the grass and rolling away.

Just as you felt previously, a menacing aura came over you, washing over your body like a heavy tide. Your temperature drops and your mind freezes, his ever so familiar aura now hitting you like a slap to the face. 

Of course, you turn to find the king of curses standing behind you. Tall and treacherous, you cower away, dropping to your knees.

He’s back. One week earlier than expected. 

Bowing your head, your mind runs over the brutal image of his appearance. Blood stains over his body and skin, dry of course and scars litter his chest, shirtless in front of you. 

“I thought I warned you to stay away, did I not?”

You clear your throat before speaking, your voice shakes. “You did, my lord.”

“So why did you not heed my warning? Do you wish death upon yourself?”

“No my lord, I-” you cut yourself off, searching for words which fail to leave your lips. Your hesitation and silence only seems to aggravate Sukuna.

“Speak.” He orders.

“I wanted to bring peaches back for the villagers.”

Sukuna doesn’t speak again. Trembling, you keep your eyes down onto the grass. He must be eyeing your basket right now.

You were definitely going to die. This was it. You had gotten away with it before and by the gods he was not going to let you leave alive again. 

The king of curses wouldn’t make that same mistake twice. 

Suddenly you find your chin in his palm and he forces you to look up at him. His eyes are cold and deadly. No ounce of human empathy or compassion lingers in his pupils. 

“You wanted to bring some peaches back for the villagers.”

You nod, a quiet whisper leaving your lips. “Yes.”

“Pathetic.” He spat.

From then on you expected to feel some form of pain. You have heard multiple stories about his brutal killings, simply decapitating limbs of people without a single care. Some people say it’s best to be killed right away by the King of Curses rather than his cruel method of allowing his victims to bleed out and die slowly.

Your body freezes to expect a pinch of pain, a stab, a slice – anything, anything at all yet it doesn’t seem to hit you. Tilting your head upwards ever so slightly you notice a wound on the right side of his torso. . Blood, freshly red, drips down his side, staining his skin and clothes. 

“You’re injured.” It comes out as a murmur, pathetic and weak. 

Sukuna says nothing more as if he hadn’t heard you in the first place. You bow your head deeper, almost ashamed for pointing it out. Perhaps it would come across that you intercepted the King of curses as weak. A king having a deep wound is something that he wouldn’t want others to know. 

But— you could still use it as some sort of excuse. 

“It’ll get infected.” You speak again, gaining more confidence in your tone. “If you don’t clean it up soon.”

“I have taken care of it.” Sukuna speaks. “It’s just a scratch.“

You let out a scoff. “Barely, you’re bleeding out heavily.” 

“What’s it to you? It has nothing to do with you.” He snaps, his tone rising. 

“I have a speciality in helping people with wounds and illnesses. I could help you.” You raise your head slightly at your offer. You outstretch your hand towards his blood drenched clothes. 

“I do not like to be touched, I will heal myself.” 

You glance up at the king of curses, studying his face. For the first time you sense a feeling of exhaustion within Sukuna’s eyes, heavy lidded and tired. The king of curses was on the verge of passing out.

“I could help you–”

“I don’t need help from a thief.”

“A thief!?”

“The tree is on my property is it not?”

“I–”

“And this is the second time you have been caught stealing, correct?”

“My lord—”

“Correct?” His tone is rough, cutting you off with a sharpness that causes goosebumps to appear on your body. 

You say nothing, looking down at your feet. You can feel his eyes bore into you. “Pathetic human.” He mumbles.

You swallow, saying nothing more. Your hands turn into fists by your side. Just from your expression and energy Sukuna  feels your growing anger with every second that passes.

All of a sudden, the band snaps and you can’t hold in your emotions anymore. The next time you speak, you refuse to cover up your venomous tone.  

“And you’re just as pathetic as me if you can barely heal your own wound. You call yourself the king of curses for what?”

A silence comes after your words, not even the sound of rustling trees or tall grass can be heard. It takes no longer than a second for you to feel deep regret for your words. Similar to your first ever encounter with the king of curses, the fear of death looms upon you. 

If you thought he wouldn’t kill you the first time then he definitely will now. 

You await the moment for him to strike you. A pinch of pain, a slice, a beheading or even a stab to your stomach. Anything to disperse you as soon as possible. 

Instead of a violent action, he chooses to speak again with a challenging invite.

“So how would you suggest you would heal me?”

Did you hear him right?

You stammer, words failing to leave your mouth. “To heal you?”

He stares at you in contempt, “You said you knew how to take care of wounds, do you not?”

“I do.” 

“So…?” Sukuna raises a brow.

Your mind searches for a solution, malfunctioning under his venomous gaze. 

There’s a stream nearby, I could guide you to it so you can clean it.”

A pause.

“Where is this stream you think of?”

“Over there.” You point behind him.

“So be it.” He speaks in a gruff tone. “Lead the way”

You manage to get your feet whilst succumbing to a daze.

How have you managed to escape the punishment of death a second time from the King of curses?

Glancing behind you, the basket of peaches tempts you. There would be no point in taking it and running, you knew that he could kill you in an instant. The plump peaches would have to wait, for now you have to focus on surviving Sukuna.

You leave the basket behind.

thank you for reading! comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

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[blood-ology]

It would be fun to do one of those cut lineup things except you have to guess either which people are your tumblr mutuals or who is which mutual

[helluvapoison]

how would the overlords propose?

Say Yes

how the overlords would propose

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˚✧₊⁎ Carmilla Carmine ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Romance isn’t an afterthought to her, as hard as that is to believe. Carmilla is a very passionate woman… it just comes after logic. Whether you knew it or not, you’ve been put to the test much earlier on. (How you treat her daughters and how they like you is the most important part, if you didn’t pass you wouldn’t have made it this far)

By now she knows you’re worthy and she’ll bring you into her world permanently. Carmilla plans something intimate. She surprises you in her office for a candlelit dinner, courtesy of her private chef! She is a businesswoman first so she gets straight to the point and asks for your hand, literally, slipping the band into your finger.

“Marry me,” Carmilla says, uncharacteristically soft, “With you at my side, I will be complete.”

˚✧₊⁎ Zestial ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Telling himself there’s no rush, that he could wait a thousand more lifetimes to make you completely his, doesn’t cure the urgency to do it anyways. He’s seen any ounce of goodness down here nabbed before anyone else can take it for themselves. Zestial never claimed to be unselfish, only patient. He tests the question to himself first very early on. Then he phrases it differently to you or refers to himself as your husband to others. You mistake it for a slip up and smile anyways. A delightful sign in his eyes.

Zestial is pleased that you don’t suspect it. How could you when he’s merely being his usual, charming self? He takes you strolling down the same path you took when he first began courting you. Ever the gentleman, he pauses before the bridge over the river of magma and actually kneels.

“Would thou spend the rest of this infernal afterlife beside thyself? Say yes and I swear never to stray and never to allow harm to befall thee. Thou shall only know happiness from this moment on.”

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Love at first sight doesn’t exist so do not twist his words when he says he knew you belonged to him the moment you met. Feelings were bothersome and you flooded his entire being with them with a simple gaze. Lingering between the emotions was always pain, which he was familiar with. Unfortunately for him, the cure for his ailment was always you. Marriage was not in the cards for either of you. Alastor thought he had no intention of going through such hassle until he couldn’t stop staring at the vacant spot on your ring finger. Bothersome.

Truly you had no idea what he was plotting. It wasn’t uncommon for him to bring you to his radio tower, going over notes with him or just quietly hanging about while he worked. He told you there would be a guest on his next show and he wanted to rehearse the questions. Simple enough. Before you even read the last one Alastor stopped you with a finger to the lips,

“Pardon my dear, you’ve been a wonderful co host— utterly indispensable these past few years— but that’s my line!” There’s a flicker of hesitation before his smile takes a slightly gentler form, a side of Alastor only you’re privy to, “Will you marry me?”

˚✧₊⁎ Rosie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

Since she was married a few times already, you thought Rosie would be over the whole thing by now. Well you couldn’t be more wrong if you tried! She adores weddings, from organizing them to being in them; the whole shabang is right up her alley! There was a reason her ex husbands didn’t work out but you don’t have to worry about the whys and whatnots. You’re oh so very special to Rosie, she couldn’t bear the thought of losing you!

The fact you think marriage is off the table has her giddy. She loves having the element of surprise! Cannibal’s left and right are in on the plot, making sure you’re exactly where you need to be all day long until you reach the town square at sunset. Crimson rose petals lead you to the gazebo where candles are lit all around your Radiant Rosie. She smiles so fondly at you it makes your knees weak as you climb the steps to reach her. She poured her love into two pages, prepared to make it her best speech ever but the second you were in front of her everything went out the window!

“Oh! I can’t wait another minute! Marry me, won’t you?”

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ the vees might get their own part cause, i feel, they’re particular about marriage

[destinyisastar]

Lost in your Love

read: pt 2

Summary: Alastor has gone missing, so you begin to look for him with your search leading you to Vox.

(The first half of the story is Alastor x reader then its Vox x reader.) Reader is Alastor's Wife*

Word count: 1520

Warnings: forced hypnotism

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It’s been a week since Alastor left.

One whole week.

In the morning before he left, he told you that he would return shortly. How long was shortly?

He’s never left for this long before, a day at most, where could he have gone?

You sit at your dining table with your head in your hands.

“Think…. what could have happened to him?” You say to yourself out loud, “There’s no way he could have been defeated… or could he have?” You shuttered at the thought.

There was no chance in hell that he could be dead. You mustn’t think like that. Your husband cannot be dead, but why else has he not returned? You hardly ever argue. Arguments between the both of you are ended quickly. Is there someone else? No, no he would never. He’s a gentleman.

But … that fight.

Alastor and Vox recently battled each other. Maybe… when Alastor left Vox caught him by surprise and took him away. No that can’t be right. Alastor would never let that happen.

“Then why isn’t he here?” You start to feel tears form in your eyes, “What should I do?”

An idea popped into your head.

Rosie.

Rosie might know where Alastor is. They gossip all the time, she will definitely know where he might’ve gone.

 You stand from your seat and take a look at yourself through the hallway mirror before heading out the door to speak to your dear friend.

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The people of cannibal town are going about their day, feasting on the wayward sinners that have met their unfortunate demise. Walking, shopping, living their afterlife.  

How delightful their day is compared to yours.

You open the door to her emporium and are greeted with a big wide grin.

“Oh, my stars! Y/N is that you? My, I feel as I haven’t seen you in ages.” Rosie tells you as she gives you a tight squeeze. “Where has Alastor been keeping you? Is he treating you well? Have you eaten?” she bombards you with doting questions.

“Well, you see Rosie I actually need to talk to you about Alastor.” You tell her feeling like your voice will crack.

She takes a look at your sadden state, “Has he done something to you? I swear if he has, we can both slice him up!” she gives you a grin with a hand on your shoulder.

“No, no my dear friend I just … I just want to know if you’ve seen him.”

“What do you mean sweetheart?”

“I mean...” You take a breath, “I haven’t seen him in a week, and I’m terribly worried.”

“Oh, my dear, I’m sorry I haven’t seen him, I thought surely he was resting since that battle with his pal, vox.”

“Rosie, you don’t think that Vox might’ve …. killed him?” You whisper the last words.

“I know Alastor and that man will not surely take defeat, trust me my dear, he will return soon.”

You face away from rosie for a moment then take a look at her once more.

“I think I’ll speak to Vox.”

Rosie looks at you shocked for a moment. “I don’t think that’s a wise decision, you understand how that fellow feels about you, correct?”

Alastor was the one who introduced you to Vox. He was a charming fellow. Always eager to please, always kind to you when alastor was away. Vox was respectful towards you, he made sure that you were never harmed in their plans, yet he always included you in them. When alastor went on his daily hunts, Vox was always there to keep you company. It was never a dull moment with him. Then those moments turned into something more.

You could see his feelings beginning to develop. A hand on your waist when you were walking alongside him, dinners with just the two of you, legs always close but never touching.

Vox became infatuated with you.

He had love in his eyes but you… you only had eyes for one man, Alastor.

Alastor had caught wind of this and stopped bringing you along with him to see his pal. You were Alastor’s and no one would be able to take you from him.

Is that why they had that battle?

“I understand that Rosie, but I need to know if Vox has seen him.” You take a deep breath. “Vox has cameras all over hell, he must know something.”

“Just be careful. I don’t trust that man” Rosie tells you giving you one more hug as you wave goodbye before leaving out the door.

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Vox’s tower is extremely tall. Possibly one the tallest buildings in all of pride ring. You walk up the steps and go through the doors.

As you step into the building you see many workers rushing about. There you see the receptionist and walk towards them.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you but I’d like to speak to Vox.” You ask them politely.

The receptionist doesn’t even look up from their phone.

“Excuse me but I just asked if I could-“

You get cut off, “Listen lady the boss is a very busy man and I’m so sure he doesn’t have time to deal with your whiny sad bitch act. So, move it along. I don’t have time to deal with something like you. Scram!” The Receptionist yells at you.

You’re a bit taken aback, they didn’t even look at you, they were on their phone.

“I’m sorry for bothering you but I just want to talk to him.”

The receptionist huffs, “UGH you and a million other sinners want to talk to him too, you ain’t special just for saying sorry.”

“It’ll only take a moment, I promise it won’t be long.”

They were still on their phone.

“Listen I already told you-“They finally look up, “Oh- Oh holy shit.”

“Is something wrong?” You look at them with concern,

“You-You’re the wife.”

You tilt your head to the side. They probably figured out you were the Radio Demons wife. Being his wife does have its perks at certain times.

The receptionist presses a few buttons on their computer and looks at you slightly trembling.

“Vox is waiting for you at the seventh floor.”

“Thank you for helping me” You make your way to the elevator and then press the seventh button.

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As the elevator doors ding open, standing right in front of you is none other than Vox.

 “Its good to see you again Y/N.” He smiles at you and gives you his arm for you take.

“Pleasure to see you again as well.” You take his offering arm and begin walking with him.

He leads you to what seems like his bedroom.

As you both step in, you take a look around while Vox closes the door.

“Now, what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you again.” He smiles at you before sitting on the bed.

“Well, I was wondering if you had happened to see … Alastor.”

His smile falters for a moment. “Why should I tell you if I’ve seen him, hmmmm?”

You place a hand on your head, you feel tears forming once more.

“I know that you and him had that battle, it doesn’t matter to me who won or lost but I haven’t seen him in a week. He left a week after your battle and I’m worried, so worried about him.” You feel as if you’re about to sob, but you hold yourself together.

“I know he can take care of himself, but I just wanted to know if you… you killed him.” You look at him, tears are finally streaking down your face.

Vox looks at your tear-streaked face for a moment before he stands up and walks over to you.

He tilts your chin up so you can face him.

There are those eyes again.

“You are right, he can take care of himself.” He begins wiping your tears away. “But no. I didn’t kill him.”

Your shoulders start to shake, and you push yourself into him, wrapping your arms around him.

“Then where is he?” You sob into him.

His hands comb through your hair, “I don’t know.”

You continue to sob.

“But now, now I can take care of you.” He pulls your hair lightly to face him once more.

“What?”

“I’ll take care of you.”

“What do you mean, Vox?”

He holds your face between his hands.

“Vox? What do you mean?” You start to push him away.

“Trust me.”

You begin to feel faint.

His eyes start to circle.

“You can let yourself go, I’ll be here to catch you.” He whispers to you.

“Why are you doing this?”

You feel his lips kiss your forehead.

“Because I love you.” Vox looks into your eyes, “I always have.”

Your mind feels like it’s swirling. Your eyes shut.

Then it’s nothing but blank.

……………………………………

“Y/N, do you love me?”

Your eyes open slowly.

You take a look at your beloved.

Your heart filled with nothing but love.

“Yes, I do love you Vox.”

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destinyisastar-2024

[harleehazbinfics]

Cannibal Overlord!Reader [Cannibal Chef!Reader Spin-off!]

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a/n: I've seen a few fics about reader owning Alastor's soul, so I'm gonna put my own spin on it in Cannibal Chef. >:]

"Madam, the table is ready."

"Oh, thank you Alastor!" You groan, leaning against your chair clutching your aching head.

"These demons can't do anything right!" you roared slamming your fist down on the table sending papers flying, which Alastor calmly collected and places back on the table.

He smiles and waits for you to stand. On your own two feet, you latch onto him and whined, "You won't leave me won't you, Alastor? I'd hate for my most important and capable person to leave!"

"I wouldn't dare think of it, Madam," he replies as he covers your hand with his as he guides you to the dinner table, where several plates of food you loved was presented so fancily. You gushed at the food, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before sitting down and tasting a few pieces of everything.

Alastor recovers from your affectionate gesture and pushes your chair in and drapes a napkin over you to not soil your clothes that he meticulously picked.

This was (Y/n), one of the most powerful overlords who reigned over Pentagram City. She controls quite a number of souls from decades of ruling. They say she manifested in hell, seemingly overnight, toppling overlords who were once held an iron grip over the denizens of hell. Tall tales were spread about your fearsome power and your signature cleaver. After establishing your position, you opened a meat shop and restaurant. Cannibal and non-cannibal options of course. You were crazy, but you had class, okay?

Many are frightened at just the thought of you alone, some sinners say that all demons that crossed you would end up on their plate. To set a clear stance what would happen if they dared question her power.

"Oh, Calastor! Good morning, my love! Did you have a good nap?" you ask picking up the red cat who gave you kitten licks on your face.

However, all Alastor could see was a very cheerful and clumsy woman. He recalls the first time he met you. He was roaming and analyzing where he was and how the power was at play arriving here shortly in hell. Unexpectedly, he got caught in a crossfire between you and large dinosaur like demon. When he saw you transform into your larger demon form, he was mesmerized at such power. You didn't hesitate for a second to go for the kill.

After capturing the dinosaur demon and keeping him in your inventory to make a meal out of later. He failed to dodge the hand that grabbed him and pulled him closer to your face.

"And who might you be?" you asked sultrily with a dissonant voice that overlapped with each other making him gulp at the wonders it was doing for his body to react a certain way towards the sound.

"Alastor, Madam. Pleasure to be meeting you!" he replies with his usual transatlantic tone, keeping composure despite seconds away from being crushed in your hand.

You smile and replied, "You're polite, how cute. You wouldn't mind if I keep you right?"

Without even a chance to reply, you return to your castle where you changed him into a butler uniform and bombarded him with your troubles and how you were so lonely that no one wanted to be friends with you. So, when you saw him ogling you, you couldn't help but keep him to yourself. You couldn't bear the thought of someone else picking him up other than you.

Alastor, in all his years, didn't once try to escape despite his situation. Sure, it was peculiar and sudden, but he never once felt uncomfortable in his setting. On the contrary, he felt very much at home with you, and even accepting your affectionate gestures.

A few pecks on the lips, cheek and neck wasn't disgusting when it was from you. He enjoyed your warm hugs where you'd eventually fall asleep on him and have him take you to your room. Only for you to pout and pull him on the bed with you and sleep with him.

He just couldn't say no to you. After all. He did love you. He was yours, as you were his.

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[normansnt]

Even

(Hazbin Rozie x soft!male reader.)

No warnings (not proof read)

You tried to tiptoe as quietly as possible through your and your wives house. You didn't know that the trail of blood you were leaving would give you away in the morning anyways.

"You're home late" you heard the lovely voice of your dear wife while she sat on the sofa and turned on the light on the small table besides it.

You exhaled through your nose.

"Yeaahhh..." was all you could get out of

When Rosie took in your form more carefully she saw the beaten state you were in.

"Oh dear, what happened to you" she sounded more sympathetic now and rushed to your side to help you sit down

"Hahh, you should see the other guy...he got out without a scratch it was honestly pretty impressive" you said with honest astonishment.

You have been getting into fights at bars lately...a lot. Why? Well the answer was rather easy really, your wife was the Rosie. A powerful overlord in hell and leader of cannibal town. She was powerful, strong, cunning, smart and most of all feared because of those qualities.

And you...well, you weren't weak not by any means but you were just...soft, to put it lightly. While other boys fought you enjoyed chasing a butterfly. You were a very kind soul and opted to see the good in people. You were a fallen angel, after all.

When you met Rosie you were the same dork you are now, you just liked to draw and she is very beautiful so you asked if you could draw her. Thats how you two met 10 years ago.

As time passed by, you fell in love with her, however you would have never guessed that a powerful woman like herself would fall for someone like you. Alas she did and after some time being together you got married.

Since Rosie was quite the public figure, people, of course, knew about your engagement and they had their own opinions, mostly bad ones.

The people of cannibal town thought Rosie deserved someone tough, not to protect her she can do that to, but to match her, to be her equal.

And you thought so too. It was a true wonder why she was still with you, really.

"(Y/N)"

The powerful voice of your beloved got you out of your thoughts.

"*sigh* are you thinking about what others are saying again?" She questioned looking at you sadly.

You looked away ashamed.

"My love" she slowly put her hand on your cheek and made you look at her.

"I have told you countless times but I wont stop until you get it into your head. I.Love.You their opinions do not matter, especially when they dont know you like I do, for if they did they would know that you have the strongest heart I have ever witnessed, you might not like fights and blood spill but I know for a fact that when its really needed you will step up, and thats what really matters." She smiled at you kindly.

"Also, I like violence plenty so we make the perfect pair" she grinned at you manically.

You really didn't know how you got so lucky as to have such an amazing wife. You let out a chuckle and kissed her.

"Thank you" you smiled lightly

"Of course dear, now go wash up and lets go to bed I'm tired" she said exhausted while she stood up and walked to your shared bedroom.

You smiled to yourself, sure you weren't a big fan of violence but you hat a cannibal as a wife, you guys kinda evened each other out.

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Yall I know I said Id proof read tham and than post but I LOVE this one so much its short but so good😭

ALSO, ROSIE IS NOT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH LIKE I LOVE HER SM ROSIE PLS MARRY ME😖

ANYWAYS

I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies, gentleman and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

[satocidal]

𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ Consume All of Me — Gojo Satoru

Synopsis: He’s Satoru Gojo, he’s the strongest man— not in your embrace however, there he is no more a creature reduced to his carnal wants

— a/n: it was supposed to be so very short idk what I wrote but it’s meant to cannibalism symbolised with love idk idk ik not ok—tagging @draecys becauseee yes; the indented/highlighted parts are portions of the poem “The Cannibal’s Canción” by Gloria Anzaldua

— word count: 2.3k

— warnings: Smut!! MDNI!! AFAB! Reader x Gojo Satoru; cannibalistic themes; animalistic themes; mentions of blood; mentions of death (set during the time period when Yuuji “died”); sex used as a form of coping; unprotected sex; established relationship; p -> v; “god” used as a term to portray their ‘love’; not preordered bound to have mistakes

It is our custom to consume the person we love.

Satoru Gojo was meant to be.

An heir, the strongest, half a god, an admiration, an inspiration, a story—a tragedy.

To do and not to do, boundaries were placed clearly, on youth that was meant to be the revolution—each boundary broke in the essence of his wants.

The sheer simplicity of his life lay in the irony—Gojo, he carried the name well, all that extricated him from that which was humane.

He hated it, bound to—snatched from his hands was the toy most referred to a childhood, stolen from were partially his dreams, pulled from him was an innocence and thrust into him were responsibilities.

He carried himself well, he was the strongest, he had to.

But Satoru Gojo, despite the rumours that fell behind him, despite the prayers people would sing to him, he was no god.

Human.

Human.

Human.

Pity.

Those were the nights that he was truly yours—not the world, no, just yours. Those were nights he didn’t pretend—there wasn’t the joy in his voice, plain debauchered reality.

Those were nights when he didn’t hold you, rather, he let himself be held—those were nights when Satoru Gojo slipped away from that which was his tragedy.

Those nights he sunk into you, deep, a haven—Satoru Gojo was a god to many, you loved him as one too, and he often held you as his Goddess too—but those nights, those nights he loved like you were his possession.

And perhaps—no, factually, you were.

Taboo flesh; swollen genitalia—the nipples—the scrotum—the vulva—the soles of the feet—the palm of the hands—heart and liver taste best.

Yuuta Okkutsu, a planned execution.

The kid was 15, 16 at most, by the face of it.

Your room was quiet, save for the hefty, slow breaths that Satoru passed.

The sun was out still, your room was full and yet—even then it was ever present, his gaze, glowy- dark?

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him this way, he wasn’t panicky—though you’d seen that too, no, Satoru Gojo was livid.

Your room compares small to his, your world fell smaller too—but you were his world- he didn’t hold comparisons there.

“Satoru?” A voice held timid, Satoru yearned the quiet—“I want to kill them,”

A sigh, yours—a scoff, his.

“I know but…”

“You don’t. But that’s ok, it isn’t your fault,” these nights Satoru was hard to deal with, these nights Satoru was judgemental but he was accepting, these nights Satoru spoke like the ego he was sure to hold.

“He’s just a kid, what do they even…” you watched as he let his words trail off, one leg in the table, the other resting upon it, he sat opposite to you.

Most would sense the danger, the rage—you did too, which was why you were his.

Where most feared him, you extinguished it.

Satoru could deal everything on his own, he adored how you never let him though.

“Do you want time to think or…?”

Often, you felt shameless—raising the question—knowing all so well that everything that plagued his mind was all so concerning and yet, yet all you offered to him was sex, an escape.

He always accepted.

Vulgar—he craved it.

“Think about what,” his words seemed harsh—directed at you, sometime he did so, you didn’t mind it.

“About how even as the strongest I can’t do shit huh? That- that I- fuck,” another scoff, your heart sank.

“Come here Satoru,” a small beckon, he obeyed—he always did.

Almost crawled into you, large hands, the way they seemed to engulf you—it was almost unethical to him.

A kid was to be dead, he’d blame it upon his insolence when your embrace would be ripped from him again—and here he was, head jostling it’s way between your thighs, a burn he lett do behind.

But there you were, eyes focused onto his, a soft smile, you washed it away—his sorrows, his anxieties—to you, it was conceptually simple.

Good or evil, it did not concern your God.

“Are you ok?” A mumble, yours, his head bobbed in a yes—“are you?”

He didn’t care—he didn’t have to, not in this moment.

You paused, of course you were, always with him.

“Mhmm,” you offered a short smile, “always with you, just wanna see you ok.”

The process was always the same—your corruption, it began with his mouth, pressed against yours, desires lingered on the tongue and shared, the wanting, the need—the desperation to be whole.

He wanted to have you, you wanted him to have you.

Consumption.

Teeth sank in your flesh- often it hurt, it did this time too—Gojo loved you as a rotten dog, he was starved.

You wanted him to be satisfied, you didn’t question it—Satoru made up for it anyways—if he left three bites, he’d leave three thousand kisses on the same spot, he loved you.

He really did.

And he always was satisfied too, right after you both would lay on your bed heaving, he would be okay.

You would fall asleep on him, he loved just how tired you would get from him, you would hold him, he loved just how normal it was for you.

But all that was to be described a vex—you couldn’t help but add Satoru’s phone to the list.

A groan—his, and just like that, he slipped away.

Gone.

Chaste kisses gone, a wet touch longed for—the primal feeling remained.

Satoru was gone.

I’ll wear your jawbone round my neck, listen to your vertebrae, bone tapping bone in my wrist.

It’s been almost an year—the moment of compassion never arose again, you were glad—but you also weren’t.

Satoru was giddy, Satoru was loving—however, you could hear the stress, your ears perked up always, he showed nothing—a slow curtain drawn.

But fate as it lay—not in his hands, he was only a creature after all.

The strongest, but a creature.

It was the same as ever, he paced and paced walked right in front of you, the room was quiet—the call had just ended, Satoru had scoffed at the end of it.

“Toru’?”

No response.

You remained quiet, not afraid, you knew better than to approach him such.

1 round- then 3 and then 5 more, Satoru stopped in front of you, dropping to his knees, his fingers rubbed circles on your knee.

“The kid’s probably not comin’ back,”

You stared at the mess of his hair, it’s been a while since you last trimmed it, your hand grazed into it.

You knew who he was referring to, Yuuji Itadori, Satoru was the mentor—words acclaimed as of now insisted that he’d been found dead as the many you’d heard of over the years of your youth.

You didn’t bother asking the details, Satoru always vomited it out anyways, “those bastard- fuckin’ assigned the kids a mission like that- a special grade? Bloody fuckers,”

Your hand pulled at his hair softly, a tug here and there, then a kissed pressed.

“Will you go right now?”

The answer was obvious to be a ‘no’—proven right in the way he shook his head—“s’been a while- I need to— I, shit- need you.”

You gulped—aware of his guilt—his students were hurt, and here he was begging for a touch.

But, you heard the desperation evident in his voice, who could you even be to defy his request?

So slowly, surely you spread your knees, pushing yourself back—it was one of the nights when Satoru didn’t fuck to please you, no.

These nights, your body was made for him.

These nights he bared you no foreplay, there was no teasing, just sex.

Pure desire.

A small ‘umph’ slipped your lips as Satoru threw you on your bed, eyes stuck on your face as his hands pulled away your pants.

Shameless.

Neither cared.

It was always the same, his touch was feather light—trailing from from your feet to calves, a light massage offered to your inner thigh—he treated you as if you were fragile, for him, you were.

Your face grew hot, his eyes remained stuck on the wet patch on your panties—“were you touching yourself?”

Only animalistic—you had needs, Satoru wasn’t around to fulfil.

A nod you passed— a light smirk grew on his face—easy, he was on the higher pedestal.

“Show me,”

Show him—put in a performance—your fingers traversed your own body, it grew hotter, it burned, your own touch.

You were aware of his gaze, your fingers traced the lace, the wet patch—you pressed into the wetness- eyes closing in slight ecstasy, a performance.

“Did you miss me?” You dare not increase the pressure of your fingers on your cunt—slow circles drawn, a tease—“a lot,” you whispered back—“you?”

Both hands grasped in one of his—he pulled them away, mouth leaning in between your legs, to see what was his, to sniff, to smell—he loved it.

“Always.”

You paused, you knew he wouldn’t bother today—he never did, not in such cases.

Typical sex was different, it wasn’t heavy, it wasn’t so tense—it was Toru’ that you fucked those days.

But as of now, the man who twisted you about wasn’t Toru’, the man who’s calloused hands rubbed your spine, fingers lending in a shiver—it was Satoru Gojo.

“Do you need more prep? I can’t be bothered unless…”

You shook your head quick—it was once in forever of a moment, you wanted to feel him, raw.

And that was all the encouraging Satoru required—pulled away your lacy panties—he smiled softly as the silver of your wetness connected to the gusset of your soiled panties in a string—“how fuckin’ filthy,” he groaned, “got so wet at the thought of me?”

And like his possession, you nodded.

You let him move you, a heap of flesh and blood and emotions that lay scattered, you wanted to please— your breath hitched as he situated your legs over his shoulders—“shh,” he murmured, “you’ll be okay with me,”

You lay as the crimson to his pale—the blood lay splattered in the snow—“ready?” He needn’t wait for the response, half hardened dick already lined at your entrance, his tip teased you— a whine you passed to his amusement.

Satoru couldn’t care enough though, pushed in all the way, he didn’t give you time to settle in, mending your walls, stretching them to accustom his length—only to pull away all the way, you whimpered at the sudden loss, crying when he pushed in all the way again.

Pathetic moans you let out, your walls flattened about his size — nails digging deep into his biceps—deep enough to scratch, to mark—it wasn’t new, it was exhilarating all the same.

Satoru was merciless with his pace—he wanted to taste your pain, he wanted to feel the salt of your tears—lick them away, he wanted you spasming.

Sex, it wasn’t enough—he lusted for all of you.

Rapid, the way he pulled out and pushed in harder, each thrust left you gasping—it was an appetite being satisfied.

White hair dishevelled, slight sweat pressed to his forehead, every thrust accounted for a ditzy kiss pressed to your forehead.

“Y’er s’fucking tight angel,” your mouth hung open at his words—too far gone to pay attention—“you were built for this,” he added, panting, “this pussy, for me. You’re mine,” a low growl that he let out, he could feel you clench tighter at that.

You knew he was losing it, the control, primal in all senses—you moaned loudly as his hands cupped your face— a rough kiss tucked in, his tongue sliding over yours—filth.

Legs pressed to your sides now, you cried louder as he reached in deeper—so warm, you met him perfectly.

“Y-you’re close,” the stutters, you giggle slight as he does too—close, both of you, he could feel your climax building, so did you.

And just like that he leaned in further, your nails remained placed in his arms—blood oddly visible now—it dripped, beautiful.

You bit your lips as Satoru dragged his mouth—pressed upon your shoulder—teeth napping at the soft flesh.

I’ll string your fingers round my waist—what a rigorous embrace, over my heart I’ll wear a brooch with a lock of your hair.

“You’re mine,” a whisper—a demand, you nodded, “yours,” you related, mind blanking—“yours alone, all yours just yours,”

“How do I feel?” Another demand—“fucking perfect,” another moan- you could tell he was edging himself, not until you do — you were close still.

“Tell me you love me,” a finger pressed to your ignored clit, All stimuli away from your shoulder now—not an inch of pain anymore on either body, just marks, territorial— and pleasure.

Your pussy clamped down onto Hinckley his thumb focusing on the bundle of nerves down there—so ignored, so tenderly he rubbed it.

And that was it, the pleasure enough to cause you to break—enough to have your mind blanking—enough for your abused pussy to tighten around him, and that’s when he came right after.

“Can you take more,” a shake of your head, he nodded- he loved you.

He didn’t pull out yet—never did, basking in the warmth of your bodies pressed together, enjoying the marks he left, they’d hurt later, he’d kiss them better.

“Love you,” a murmur, yours—and you watched as he slipped out of the slow trance—no longer the man who just fucked you, back to being Toru’.

“Love you too,” he whispered back, finally pulling out—he lay on top of you, a heap—but even then you were sure, a growl that you heard.

Nights I’ll sleep cradling your skull, sharpening my grin on your toothless grin. Sundays there’s mass and communion and I’ll put your relics to rest.

And when all was said and done, a stress by gone for later, satoru lay pressed to your side, your fingers grazed his hair, tugging. A hand woven to hold you close, heavy, him and his slumber. And in your moments of solitude and awareness you realised easy—the man beside you wasn’t human entirely.

Not yet, not to be ever.

A beast- nevertheless, yours.

A beast- nevertheless, yours.

A beast- nevertheless, yours.

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[stinkrascal]

Breanna: It don't hurt, does it? Vladislaus: It is healed, mostly. I am grateful you only took one bite.

Breanna: [ slurping ] You want some of this? Vladislaus: No. Thank you. Breanna: Uhuh. Hey, so is cannibalism a thing with vampires?

Vladislaus: Of course. Cannibalism is found within many species. It is only natural it occurs in our kind as well. Breanna: Oh. I bet that's a big problem. Hey, what about restaurants?

Vladislaus: What about them? Breanna: Do vampires got restaurants? I bet that would help with the cannibalism thing. Vladislaus: There is an entire city at our disposal. There are many such opportunities for fine dining experiences.

Breanna: Huh? Oh. You could've just said yes, but okay. I bet you read a lot.

Breanna: Hey, so do vampires have libraries? Vladislaus: Yes, Breanna. We have libraries. Breanna: Yeah, you sound like you read a lot. Vladislaus: Thank you. Breanna: That wasn't a compliment.

Breanna: Hey, by the way, where are we going? Vladislaus: To the headmaster. She wishes to meet you. Breanna: Oh, right. Hey, so I got another question. Vladislaus: Yes, I'm sure you do.

Breanna: What's that supposed to mean? Vladislaus: Nothing at all. Breanna: I feel like you're making fun of me.

Vladislaus: What is your question, my dear?

Breanna: It was—uh—oh. Yeah. About when I bit you. You were bleeding. And last night, when you cut your hand—you bled then too. How's that work? How do you bleed if you're dead?

Vladislaus: You are mistaken. We are not dead. It is the opposite. As vampires, we are made to live. We experience life in its most concentrated form. Food tastes better, music sounds sweeter, and my God, Breanna, the sex.

Breanna: ...

Vladislaus: ...

Vladislaus: [ clears throat ] My point is, we are not dead, we are more alive than any other. Breanna: That's... good? Right? Frankie: Hey! Heyyyyy! HEEEYYYYYY! HEYY VLADDY DADDY! [ coughs ] ah shit, HEY VLAD! C'MON LITTLE MAN, I KNOW YOU SEE ME!!!!!!! HEYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vladislaus: Of course. If you pay no mind to the minor setbacks. Breanna: Huh? What setbacks?

Vladislaus: The part where we eat the flesh of innocents, my sweet summer child. Breanna: Oh. How'd you know my birthday's in the summer? Frankie: C'mon peepaw! Get some fuckin' hearin' aids! [ whistles ] Yoohoo! Over hereee!

Breanna: Who's that guy over there? I think he's calling for you.

Breanna: Hello? Mr. Straud? Are you listening to me?

Breanna: Do you know that guy? Vladislaus: [ clears throat ] No. Vladislaus: [ in Frankie's mind ] Leave me alone. Frankie: Aww, c'mon, you don't gotta be like— Vladislaus: [ in Frankie's mind ] I SAID LEAVE. Frankie: Agh, get outta my head ya pervert.

Breanna: It kinda seems like you know him. Vladislaus: [ clears throat, louder this time ] As I was saying--our powers come at a great cost. You will do well to remember that. Breanna: Huh? Oh. You're still on that. I don't really care to be honest.

Vladislaus: You should. You were human not 24 hours ago. Would you turn your back on your people so quickly? Breanna: Who's my people? They're lucky I'm nice enough to stick to blood packs. Vladislaus: The blood packs are a byproduct of our sin.

Vladislaus: For every blood pack you consume, someone must die. Someone must be slaughtered. Breanna: Get off your high horse dude, you're a vampire too. If you think it's so bad you shouldn't have asked to be turned. Vladislaus: Is that what you believe?

Vladislaus: [ sighs ] Forgive me. I am being haughty. Truthfully, I envy your nature. You are suited for this life. This world was not made for me, and every interaction I have reminds me so.

Vladislaus: You, however, seem very good at enjoying yourself. You seek decadence, do you not? Vampirism is a decadent lifestyle. You will thrive. I can already tell. Breanna: ...Oh.

Breanna: [ giggles ] That sounds fun.

Breanna: You make me sound like I put some thought into it.

[tired-and-ticklish]

The Dangers Of Bows

Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic, so if that isn’t your thing, then just ignore this. 

Summary: Angel Dust likes pulling pranks. He really should have thought about his plan to prank Alastor a bit more thoroughly.

TW: Tickling (maybe a bit intense?), Restraints, Swearing, Mentions of Cannibalism, Angel Dust being Angel Dust.

Inspiration: This video

In Angel Dust’s defense, he thought it wouldn’t work.

In Angel’s defense, he thought someone would have stopped him.

In Angel’s defense, he thought Alastor would have noticed sooner.

In his defense, he had not expected the Overlord to be that distracted when talking with Rosie. The Cannibal Overlord had come to the hotel to get a good look at the new ‘business venture’ the Radio Demon had taken interest in. Apparently, talking to her put Alastor in such a good mood, he almost forgot where he was for a moment, and thus, didn’t feel the spider demon tie a bow around his tail.

Angel hadn’t even been aware Alastor even had a tail, until Niffty mentioned it off-handedly one day. That gave the spider an idea for a small prank, just a small one. Alastor also liked pranks, sure, but Angel didn’t want to end up double dead. Despite what people may think, he isn’t that stupid.

Or maybe he is, considering he went through with the prank, even though most of his instincts told him it was a terrible idea. He had waited until one of the rare days Alastor wasn’t wearing his trademark coat, and thus, his little deer tail was on full display. The Radio Demon only did this in the presence of Rosie, considering they had been friends for who knows how long.

“Certainly not as long as me and Al’!” Mimzy had said once.

The spider demon had honestly thought Alastor would have noticed his presence sooner, or caught onto Angel’s plans quicker. Hell, he was pretty sure Rosie had even seen him sneaking up on the deer, and yet, she didn’t say anything. Maybe she was curious as to how this would all turn out.

What Angel failed to remember was Alastor’s own shadow, which was almost like having a second Radio Demon. As soon as the bow was tied on, the spider let out a startled noise as Alastor’s shadow grabbed him, pulling him down and restraining Angel to the floor.

“My, you must have a double-death wish.” Alastor said calmly, looking over to the pinned pornstar. “Sneaking up on me while I’m having a conversation with an old friend?”

Angel let out a nervous chuckle. “Alright, you caught me Al.” He said, holding his hands up placatingly. “Dumbass move on my part, I know-”

“He tied a bow to your tail.” Rosie interrupted, casually sipping the tea Charlie had made.

Slowly, Alastor turned his head around to check if what his companion was saying was true. Angel had forgotten that the Radio Demon could turn his head like an owl, it being completely turned as he looked at his own tail. Sure enough, there was a bright pink, sparkly bow tied to the deer tail. Alastor’s head snapped back toward Angel’s direction, the pornstar instantly filled with dread.

“And you didn’t think to warn me beforehand?” He asked Rosie, incredulous.

“I think it’s cute~” She teased.

“A-Al, we can talk about this, r-right?” Angel pleaded, trying to crawl away. “I-It’s just a little joke, you know?”

Alastor seemed to consider this, scratching his chin in thought. “Well, my arachnid acquaintance, if you desired a laugh, you simply needed to ask.”

Before Angel could question what the Radio Demon meant, he saw it. The mischievous glint in Alastor’s eyes as he kneeled by the trapped spider. His shadow yoinked Angel’s arms upward, giving the deer easy access to his worst spots. Angel’s eyes widened, shaking his head frantically.

“W-Wait wait wait! Y-You don’t have to do this Al!” The nervous smile was already starting to form on his face.

“Do what~?” Alastor asked, before poking the spider’s sides. “I’m not doing anything.”

Angel bit his lip, trying to twist and turn away from the Radio Demon’s hands. It was useless, of course, as Alastor’s shadow held the spider firmly in place. The deer poked and prodded at Angel’s sides, his claws slowly, torturously tracing over the spot.

“Ah ah ah.” Alastor tutted when he noticed the spider biting his lip. “Why are you resisting now? You wanted a laugh, so I’m giving you one!”

“A-Ahahahal Ahahal I’m sohhohohorry! I-Ihihihih’ll lehehheeave yoohohohu aloohohohone!” Angel pleaded.

“You should have thought about that before, Angel.” Alastor chuckled.

Rather than go right for the spider’s worst spot, the Radio Demon decided to go for his own personal favorite spot: the ribs. He started at the top, just close enough to Angel’s armpits to get him nervous, before slowly dragging his claws down, tickling each rib with feather-like touches that made Angel lose it.

“S-Smihihihihles plehehehehease!”

“Sorry Angel.” Alastor said, not at all apologetic. “I am a cannibal, I just have to go for your ribs!”

Angel was about to let out another protest or plea, when he squealed as he felt a second set of hands tickling his stomach. He was regretting his decision to wear a crop top that day. Alastor raised an eyebrow, looking over and spying Rosie, who had her own grin.

“Oh Alastor, don’t you know the best part is the stomach?” Rosie asked, digging her nails into the spider’s fluffy belly.

“Really? Again with this discussion, Rosie?” Alastor asked, amused. “Ribs are the far superior meal.”

“Oh please, just look at how soft and tender the stomach is!”

Angel was losing his mind! Both Overlords were tickling him and acting like he wasn’t even there! He sputtered as he felt the Cannibal Overlord drag a finger slowly up the pink streak on his stomach.

“See? This one even comes with his own outline for where we could cut! Just open up this sensitive little belly~”

“Please, he’s so thin, I highly doubt his stomach would be of any value.”

Honestly, most people would be panicking from two cannibals talking about eating them or cutting open their stomach, but Angel knew that if Alastor really wanted to eat him, he wouldn’t bother with tickling him first. That just wasn’t who Al was, he wasn’t someone to give his victims comfort before eating them.

What Angel was panicking about was how close Rosie’s finger was getting to where his belly button would be. Before he could even attempt to beg, she dug right in.

“SHHIHIHIHIT SHIHIHIHIT!”

“See, Alastor? Listen to those little squeals!” Rosie teased.

Alastor let out his own amused chuckle. “Surely you’re joking. I think he’ll scream louder if I do this~”

Without warning, Alastor’s claws dig right into the top of the spider’s ribs, making him howl with laughter. Angel tried to squirm away, pull his arms down, anything to try to block out the sensations, but the Radio Demon’s shadow held firm. All the spider could do was kick his legs out, the only part of him not restrained currently.

“P-PLEHEHEHEASE PLHEHEHEASE IHIHIHIH’M SOHOHOHOHOHRRY!”

“You know, Angel, it’s rather rude to interrupt a conversation.” Alastor hummed. “Did no one teach you any manners?”

“Guess we’ll have to help him with that~” Rosie teased.

She ceased her tickling, allowing Angel to slightly catch his breath, still laughing as Alastor’s hands stayed at his ribs. The pornstar then felt Rosie hold onto his waist, his eyes widening as he realized what she was about to do. He pleaded, shaking his head as Rosie lowered her own toward his stomach.

“W-Wahahahit wahhahait dohohoohn’t!”

Angel’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Rosie blew a raspberry right into his stomach, making him squeal so loud, Alastor thought the whole hotel might hear. The Radio Demon hummed, deciding to show a little bit of mercy and cease tickling Angel’s ribs, allowing the pornstar to only focus on Rosie’s torment.

“I wonder if Husker knows about this little weakness of yours, Angel?” Alastor teased, humming a bit. “A few little raspberries and you’re practically a mess!”

Angel couldn’t help but blush as Alastor said that. The idea of Husk finding out how well raspberries worked on him making the spider both terrified and excited. He kind of hoped Alastor would tell the bartender, it’d save Angel the embarrassment of telling Husk himself. He was pulled out of those thoughts by another raspberry, and a few nibbles to his stomach.

As both Overlords noticed Angel’s laughter start to sound desperate, Rosie stopped her onslaught. Alastor snapped his fingers, his shadow releasing it’s hold, allowing the spider to curl up on himself, rubbing the spots where a few phantom tickles lingered.

“I do hope this goes without saying.” Alastor said, leaning near Angel’s face. “But I trust Rosie’s visit won’t be interrupted anymore?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah, no more interruptions.” Angel said, catching his breath.

“Delightful!” Alastor said, before getting up and dusting himself off. He held out a hand to help Rosie up.

“Aww, don’t be too upset Alastor.” Rosie hummed, taking Alastor’s hand. “He’s such a cute little thing! No wonder Husker likes him~” She teased, leaning down and pinching Angel’s cheek slightly.

‘Little thing’ was ironic, considering Angel was the tallest person in the hotel. The way Rosie complimented/teased him was… weird, but nice. Like a mother or aunt teasing you about your crush. While Angel pushed himself up, Alastor snapped his fingers, the bow the spider tied around his tail now on said spider’s head.

“Pink isn’t really my color.” Alastor hummed.

“Were you more mad about the color than anything?” Angel asked, not putting it past the Radio Demon.

Alastor chuckled. “Not particularly. If it was blue like a certain Television, then, well, I wouldn’t have been as kind.” He said with a threatening grin.

Message heard, loud and clear. Don’t put anything blue on Alastor.

“Now then!” The Radio Demon said, turning to the Cannibal Overlord, holding out his arm for her “All of this has left me famished, shall we head out for a bite?”

“Oooh, you read my mind.” Rosie said, her smile full of teeth as she hooked her arm around Alastor’s, allowing the deer to lead her out of the hotel.

Alastor snapped his fingers one more time, his coat materializing onto him and covering his tail once more.

[heartfullofleeches]

Oblivious healer entity reader that finds joy and endless happiness every day living in a town that's basically hell on earth for its human residents

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To live in this place is to know true suffering. Life is meaningless, flesh is expendable. Few bother to make friends with their neighbors or check in relatives as tomorrow is never a guarantee. Creatures from the unknown, unexplainable disappearances, those who lost themselves and craved the same violence thrust unto them, false prophets. Those who attempted to flee often faced the worse kinds of punishment. There was truly no end to their torment.

Dazed and on the verge of collapsing, a new arrival in town found itself roaming the near empty shelves of a convenience store in ruin. Glass stabbed at its outer layer flesh, reflecting the strange clawing sensation in the lower regions of its stomach. It would later learn these feelings to be the pains of hunger, one it was not as fond of as others. The newcomer had learned so much in such a short time residing in this new town and body. It wanted to learn more - like what would happen if it stuffed those odd, brightly colored shapes into the singular hole it called a mouth. They were sweet, they were sour, they were savory- flavors and descriptions foreign til taught by those who cared for it later on.

The newcomer comes across the owner of the store laying motionless behind the counter. The syrup surrounding them is not as sweet as what it sampled from bottles in the cold storage spaces. Poking at the owner garners no response. It's then that the newcomer realizes their faults. It hadn't offered currency before eating like it'd seen others do. It didn't have those papers or coins or even those rectangular bits of plastic. It deciding the next best thing to give as payment was to fix that large hole in their face. None of the humans it came across before had one of those, so it must need fixing.

The store owner finally responded to its questions once it had repaired the hole. If the newcomer had anyway to describe the process it was like playing with clay. The store owner only answered in screams of terror until the newcomer was able to calm them enough to tell them how they had fixed them - and eaten the rest of their stock. They weren't upset by that second thought as the newcomer had thought, and even gave them a supply of their favorite treat before calling the police.

The newcomer wondered if it helped more people it would get more treats or be invited to come back anytime as the store owner had generously offered. It was having so much fun in this new form. Its powered had been limited, but the feel of warm sunlight on their skin was worth the loss. It couldn't understand why everyone around it was so unhappy when they get to wake up everyday and welcome the morning sun. It wants to fix people, it wants them to be happy. Many reject them for fear of the unknown, but those who accept cling onto them like a lifeline. Without the newcomer around they are plunged in darkness as it has become the source of light for them it speaks so highly of. The newcomer is oblivious to their devotion as it reads books about the new world and takes light of its tragedies as it takes glee I'm all its pleasures.

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Yan: Let me get this straight - you just repaired my kidneys and all you want is a hamburger?

Entity Reader: .... Two?

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Yan: There is no point in waking anymore. When I'm asleep i hear the crying of my dead mother. When I'm waking she's standing over my bed. I can't think, I can't breathe. Make it stop, make it stop- There is no reason to keep existing- I should just let my cannibal neighbor eat me

Entity Reader: ...They gave me eleven nuggets instead of ten. I am very happy right now. Want the extra? :D

Yan: ..I have never been more mentally stable than I am in this current moment, if you leave me I will die.

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[Entity Reader walks in on a friend about to be sawed in half by a masked maniac. The two share a glance before Reader throws their arms up]

Entity Reader: Frankie!! :D

[The machine rips the saw out of their victim's abdomen and rushes reader - hugging them and spinning them around as the victim fights to keep their intensities in their body]

[theamberfist]

Leave it All on the Dance Floor! Part 3 | Alastor x Overlord! Reader

Platonic! Alastor + Best Friend! Reader who's also an overlord.

Description: You attend a meeting with hell's other overlords, including your two best friends, but it turns out to be even more eventful than expected.

(Notes: CW Alastor, mentions of cannibalism) (Part 3/5 of Leave it All on the Dance Floor!)

Words: 3,218

Part 1, Part 2

"What do you think this meeting is about, anyway?" You asked as you walked down the street next to a taller overlord. "It's been a while since the last time Carmine called us all to one place like this."

Beside you, Rosie nodded, still shielding herself with her parasol, which she extended enough to provide a bit of shade to you, too. "Either way, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, darling!" She replied and your smile widened a bit. Being around the cannibal overlord always lifted your spirits, as odd as that sentence sounded.

"Well, even so, I don't think Carmilla would call us over just to talk about something pointless." You said, "I'm sure she had a good reason and I'm very intrigued to see just what it is."

"Aren't we all!" Rosie exclaimed now as the building came into your sights. You could see a few familiar faces entering already and made your way over to one of the circular glass elevators. Once both you and your friend were inside, she pressed a button for the floor you needed and the doors closed. You looked across the area to see a group of...eggs? They were most likely sinners of some sort, but even so, they were all standing around one of the elevators, as if guarding it.

Was there an overlord that had egg underlings? You couldn't think of anyone, but then again, you hadn't had many interactions with overlords who were Rosie or Alastor in a while, so it was possible someone new had sprung up without you realizing it yet.

Speaking of Alastor, you looked around once you and Rosie's elevator reached your floor. He'd told you he would be attending, and yet, you didn't see him around anywhere yet. Maybe something else had come up?

You ad Rosie stepped out of the elevator, getting quiet now as you both nodded to a familiar flaming blue demon. Then you followed her towards the meeting room, as you'd done many times before.

When you'd first become a notable overlord, Carmilla had invited you to one of these. You'd already known Alastor by that time, but he was the only one, so you'd been a little nervous, even if you didn't show it. But the second you'd come through the door, Rosie had brightened and immediately introduced herself. She was so friendly- inviting you over to sit with her and Al- that it had made your worries completely melt away. Ever since, you two had made a habit of attending and sitting together when it came to these meetings; especially during Alastor's seven year absence. You needed someone to share glances and knowing looks with, after all.

Finally, you two entered the room and your smile immediately brightened upon seeing a familiar red deer-like demon sitting at the table. He was as punctual as ever, it seemed.

Rosie, on the other hand, didn't seem to have expected him to be in attendance because her eyes- or what would have been her eyes- widened in surprise. She regained her composure a second later, though, and too her unspoken seat at the table on your right while Alastor remained on your left.

The Radio Demon in question seemed to brighten a bit when he noticed the two of you had arrived and you sent him a grin back. Meanwhile, Rosie leaned forward so he would be able to see her face past your form and mouthed something along the lines of 'you have a lot to explain.' She didn't seem angry, though, which you were thankful for. You hadn't been sure whether Alastor contacted her about being back in town yet, but based on this reaction, it seemed he hadn't.

You turned, giving him a 'really?' look but he just shrugged in response, as if he felt he'd done absolutely nothing wrong. Of course, people had been talking about Al being back for weeks now, and you'd mentioned him visiting your Swing Sector to Rosie, but she must not have expected him to actually show up today after being missing for so long, and you couldn't exactly blame her. Had you not seen him in person several times before this, even you wouldn't have believed the rumors about him being back.

Waiting for the meeting to end, you settled into your chair now, only to hear the faint sound of shuffling behind you. Raising an eyebrow, you turned to see another of those little egg creatures was standing to the right of your chair and looking up at Rosie. She noticed it too, turning back and smiling wide. You found her grin to be beautiful, but evidentially, the little egg did not, because he let out a startled 'oh!' before running behind Alastor's chair as if to hid from her.

Your gaze followed him as a warm smile grew on your face. It seemed those odd little creatures you'd seen must have belonged to your overlord friend. New souls that had made deals with him, maybe?

Either way, you couldn't help but find the little guy adorable, and so you carefully reached down and patted him on the head. He looked shocked at first, but after a second he smiled too and seemed to regard you with complete awe and gratitude. Letting out a quite chuckle, you turned to face forward again now that you heard Carmilla's footsteps entering the room.

"Welcome hell's sovereign overlords," she spoke from the head of the table, "I've invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of our city. Together, you own millions of souls; souls at risk with the new extermination schedule. We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest." You noticed both of her daughters stood by her sides too and gave each of them a bright smile that they both gladly returned. 

Carmilla turned to your side of the table, first noticing and acknowledging Zestial, whom you knew was her best friend, and then Alastor, whose presence she'd never exactly enjoyed. 

"Yes, I know I've been absent some time!" The Radio Demon said a little too eagerly, "I'm sure you've all been wondering!" You were more than aware of how much he loved hearing people's rumors and theories about him, as well as the fact that he was fishing for exactly that right now. 

But you also knew Alastor had been the talk of the city since he'd returned, even among other overlords. Between Rosie and your excitement, Zestial's interest, and everyone else's opinions, Carmilla was probably more than a little tired of hearing about him, so of course she refused to give in to what he wanted. 

"Not really," she replied with a shrug, "But welcome back, in any case." Alastor's eyes narrowed as you stifled a laugh and then the white haired overlord turned her gaze in your direction. 

Softening, she called your name now, "Good to see you again."

"Happy to be here!" You chirped, keeping up your reputation as one of hell's friendliest overlords, despite, you know, still being an overlord. 

From there, Carmilla went on to explain that statistics of all the lives lost in this year's most recent extermination, and how the fact that the next one would be occurring even sooner was not a good sign. You frowned now; knowing your own people could be at risk when the angels came back in a few months. Despite the fact that some got on your nerves, you really did care for them, and you would never want the people you danced with in the sector's square to be harmed.

Suddenly, the door to the meeting room slammed open and a very familiar voice could be heard as another overlord now came in late. 

"Yes, I've got it handled, Vox, are you doubting me?" Velvet asked, obviously not caring about how rude her entrance had been. You stiffened but felt Rosie's hand gently rest on your right arm in reassurance. On your left, Alastor's smile tightened upon seeing your own...rival, for lack of a better term. Just as you would have done if he were in this situation, you knew he was ready to back you up if needed. 

"Nice of you to join us, Velvet." Carmilla said once the overlord had finished her phone call. Though, her tone and expression were anything but enthusiastic. You had figured the other V's wouldn't be in attendance even before Velvet confirmed it, but you were relieved to hear that there was no chance of Vox showing up after that very public spat he and Alastor had had before the Radio Demon's visit to your boutique. 

Carmilla went to continue her presentation then, only to be interrupted once again by Velvet, who tossed the dismembered head of an angel on the table as your eyes widened. You weren't even sure how to respond to that but couldn't help but giggle at Alastor's comment.

"Oh, tasty!" 

You continued observing Carmilla and Velvet's conversation with great interest occasionally side-eyeing your two friends; one of whom seemed a lot less concerned about the situation than the other. Velvet was about to go on about her and the V's' plan to kill the rest of the exterminators when Zestial interrupted her very passive aggressively. 

He made some good points about how the rest of the overlords probably didn't want to rush into a war against the angels without more proof that they could win, but Velvet didn't seem to take kindly to that, because she immediately resorted to insulting the overlord right in front of his best friend. Even you could have told her that wasn't a smart move, so it was no surprise when Carmilla started singing.

You leaned back in your chair, knowing that since it was her, this display was about to get good. Of course, Velvet had to join in the song too and started making plenty of social media references. You quickly leaned over to translate what she was saying for Alastor so he could keep up with the tea too; reminding him once again of just of true a friend you were. 

There was another comment that came up that made your eyebrows raise, though. "I could eat you lot for breakfast!" Velvet sang, and you immediately looked between Rosie and Alastor, whose smiles widened in more of a sinister way this time. You put a hand to your mouth to mask your laughter, feeling content that, for once, you weren't the one arguing with Velvet during an overlord meeting. Instead, Carmilla was doing it for you. 

"You and the V's are inane and uninformed!" The taller overlord sang and you nodded in wholehearted agreement, "Smug wannabees who don't heed when you've been warned." 

"She can say that again." You mumbled to Alastor, who subtly leaned over to hear you better. His smile widened and he whispered back to you. 

"You know, dear, I'm still not opposed to the idea of red velvet cake if you change your mind!" He emphasized as a smirk appeared on your face. 

"That's alright." You sighed, crossing your arms contentedly, "A good designer needs a newer, trashier rival if they want to gain some extra publicity. That way, everyone can look at my work and easily understand which is better." 

"Your clothing is simply timeless!" Rosie added, leaning into your right side now, "Especially compared to tacky fast fashion."

Velvet went on to insinuate that Carmilla may have known more about the murdered angel than she initially let on, but before she could make much of a theory, Carmilla finally called to end the meeting, leaving everyone else blinking in surprise. 

Among the silence, Alastor, as always, found the opportunity to speak up. "...That was a productive meeting!" And by the look in his eyes, you could tell he meant it. He was probably already scheming about how to use the information gained today but you just smiled and shrugged as Velvet walked out, flipping everyone off while she did so. One of the other overlord commented about how everyone had just gotten to the meeting about five minutes ago but it seemed Carmilla had nothing else to say so the group dispersed and began leaving. 

You followed Rosie and Alastor outside as the cannibal overlord lightly lectured the Radio Demon about how he should have told her he'd be attending the meeting sooner and that the three of you needed to find some time to get together soon. 

You agreed with her, not missing how Alastor quietly ordered his egg creature, who was way too eager, to follow Carmilla, her daughters, and Zestial into their meeting. He listened, running into the room behind them, and then Alastor turned back to you and Rosie with his full attention again. 

"Why, I agree!" He exclaimed, linking arms with each of you as you headed for the elevators. "We simply must meet up for tea when we can all find the time!" You smiled and nodded as you all got into the elevator now. 

"Unfortunately, I can't stay to chat today," Rosie sighed and you both turned to her with slightly disappointed looks. "We've been all but swamped at the emporium, and the one I had to leave in charge back home wasn't...My first choice." Her tone immediately told you who it was and your smile fell into a frown. 

"She who shall not be named." Rosie nodded but Alastor just rolled his eyes. 

"Susan." He grumbled, likely remembering the various incidents that had occurred between them. If the old cannibal woman hadn't held such importance to the rest of the colony, you suspected Rosie would have let the Radio Demon kill her long ago, if not done so herself. But he knew he had to be civil, and so did you, though you had fewer grievances with her. 

"I guess she shall be named." You said, smoothing out your clothes, which looked as flawless as ever. Your outfits were never bad, but today, you happened to look particularly good, and you knew Velvet must have noticed it because you could see her waiting by the entrance through the elevators as if she had forgotten something. Great; you had that to look forward now too. 

The elevator reached the ground floor now and you three stepped out. You pulled Rosie into a hug as the two of you bid your goodbyes. Alastor waved her off as she headed down the street you both had come from. Once Rosie was gone, he inched slightly closer to you, keeping that ever-present smile of his. 

"I wouldn't look now," he told you quietly, leaning over slightly so his words reached your ear, "But it seems someone here would like to speak with you." You rolled your eyes, expecting her before she even arrived. 

"You two sure took your time coming out," Velvet commented as she walked over with her arms crossed, "Though, I suppose you are always behind the trends, aren't you?" She was addressing you, but Alastor's eyes narrowed nonetheless. He knew you could hold your own, but he'd never taken kindly to others insulting his best friend; especially in front of him. 

"Better that than dying with those trends." You replied nonchalantly. Unamused, Velvet looked you up and down before bringing up the very topic you knew she'd come over to discuss. 

"Nice rags; is that what you plan on wearing to the Overlord Gala too?" She asked with a look on her face that told you she thought she'd nailed that insult. 

"No, but I wouldn't expect someone of your intelligence to understand something like context when it comes to fashion." You told her as Alastor gazed at you with slight pride. Your rivalry was both less and more petty compared to his with Vox, but he would be damned (again) if he didn't admit that was even more entertaining for him. 

Velvet scoffed. "Whatever," she said, turning to walk away, "we'll see who's laughing when I show up to the gala looking better than any of you." And with that, she flipped you off before disappearing down the street. 

"My offer still stands." Alastor told you once she'd gone. 

"Thank you, but I'll be fine." You replied with a grin, "Besides, I've already finished what I'll be wearing to the gala. All that's left is to make sure my friends arrive looking almost as good as me." The Radio Demon smirked at that.

"Then I look forward to seeing what you come up with for us!" 

After that, the two of you continued chatting outside the building for a few more minutes until the egg-creature that seemed to belong to him came out of the elevator later. The other four had been playing in a nearby trash can up to that point and you smiled at the fifth one's arrival. 

"So, what did you hear?" Alastor asked the second he was withing reach, sounding a little more sinister than usual. It seemed you had guessed right when you assumed he'd sent the egg boy into Carmilla's private meeting room. You were just surprised Alastor was letting you hear about it too, but then, you were the one he trusted most in all of hell. 

"First, the old guy was all 'you're not yourself; you're the one who killed the angel!'" The little egg explained as your eyes widened a bit. He seemed to be frantically recalling what he'd seen as you exchanged a glance with Alastor. He went on rambling but the Radio Demon (and you) had heard all you needed to by now. 

"What was that last thing?" Alastor finally asked, bending down to the egg's level. 

"She killed the angel?" It replied.

"Interesting..." Alastor said, and you couldn't have agreed more. "Let's keep this between us, shall we?" He said to the little creature, his demeanor instantly shifting to that scarier one he loved to bring out when trying to get people to do what he wanted. He didn't even look back at you, knowing that as his best friend, you'd keep this secret from anyone else (except maybe Rosie, but the two of you told her everything, anyway). 

"I suppose I should be getting back to the hotel now." Alastor sighed before standing up straight again and then turning back to you. "Care to return with me for some jambalaya?" You grinned but shook your head.

"I'd love to, but I have to head back to my sector too," you admitted with a sigh, "Joan and I still need to put the new employees through a...Trial by fire, you could call it." Your own eyes grew a bit sinister at that; recalling the vigorous training practices performed at your boutique. Alastor's smile only widened at that.

"Well, as I always say; everything's better with a little fire!" He exclaimed happily. You nodded before walking out of the alleyway with him and then bidding him goodbye for the day. As the two of you separated, you glanced back one more time to see the five little egg creatures waving after you. You waved back, feeling invigorated both by the insults exchanged by you and your rival, the chance to see your friends again, and the new knowledge that angels could, in fact, be killed. 

How interesting today's meeting had turned out to be. 

..........

Part 4

Part 5

[scoutswritingcorner]

Bite

Rosie x GN!Reader

TW: TALKS ABOUT CANNIBALISM AND BODILY HARM. THIS IS A DARK FIC AND HAS DISTURBING THEMES. NSFW DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU OR YOU SIMPLY DO NOT LIKE DARK FICS. READER AKA YOU DIE AGAIN IN THIS FIC.

Don’t you know not to tempt a cannibal? Even if she is your wife.

It was a simple question that had piqued your mind a million times over and over again. What did you taste like and would your wife eat you if she had the chance? Is your flesh really that good to eat or was it just like any other meat? You stared off into space as you watched some of the citizens of cannibal town pass by outside the window, you didn’t want to try to eat your own flesh but if Angel flesh is such a delicacy to cannibals were you just the equivalent to chicken? 

Blinking you turned to your wife who was happily sipping on her tea as she hummed an old song that was playing on the gramophone. “Rosie?” you softly called out watching as her smile widened and looked over at her, “Yes, Love?” You sat silent for a few seconds trying to form the words in your head as you tapped the table. “..what does flesh taste like? Is it like pork or chicken?” You asked nervously fiddling with your wedding ring as the question seemingly caught her off guard. “Does everybody have a distinct taste?” She slowly put her cup down, her smile softening, she hummed and watched as your gaze moved back towards the window. “Now where did this line of questioning come from?” She giggled, reaching over to gently squeeze your hand, slowly intertwining your fingers with hers. You shrugged and casted your eyes downward, “I just thought of how so many cannibals are eager to eat Angels and figured if Angel’s are such a delicacy wouldn���t that make regular demons the equivalent of pork or chicken?”

You gently squeezed her hand back before looking over at her, “Would you eat me?” Now this question caught her off guard. You did always allow your thoughts to run off and she adored hearing your silly little questions. “Would you want me to eat you?” She asked gently rubbing your knuckles with her thumb, it was a question she forced out of her head so long ago and yet the simple question brought back that hunger like the plague. Her last few exes deserved to be eaten and killed mercilessly but you, you were little Dove, the light of her afterlife. She wouldn’t even dream about eating you but now? Now the question wrapped around her mind as she watched your eyes drift from her face and back to the window, what would you taste like?

~~~

Days have passed since the question you asked your lovely wife. The question swam around your mind as you stared at your hand, you didn’t essentially need your pinky finger. It was just there. You glanced up at your wife who was busy talking with Alastor before glancing back down, flexing your hand as your mind raced. No no, you can’t be thinking about that right now. But the thoughts ran through your head nonstop as you continued your day with Rosie and Alastor. You didn’t need to ruin such a fun day for them both. Especially when Alastor didn’t really like you that much, you didn’t blame the man. You were quiet and unlike her last few husbands, you were a total shot in the dark. He couldn’t decipher you. It pissed him off.

The day ended quicker than you realized as you walked arm in arm back to your shared home with your wife. “You okay, Dear? You’ve been silent all day.” Her hand squeezed your arm as you smiled up at her, she could tell a lot was on your mind. “Would you like to eat my pinky?” You asked, catching her off guard once more, it was common for cannibals to feast on the flesh of those who strayed too far into the town but being offered such a delicacy with no qualms about it was the most uncommon thing for her to hear. You were offering yourself to her, “Please..I want to know how easy it is for you to break bones.” You held your hand up to her as if you were giving an offering to a god, she’s bitten you before and tasted your blood as you were allowing her to ravage you in bed. But this felt different, it felt sacred.

But yet, she couldn’t deny your request no matter how disturbing it could be to anyone who was mildly sane down here. She carefully grabbed your wrist, her sharp nails scraped at your flesh but she had made sure not to cut you. She placed a kiss on your palm before kissing each and every finger before stopping at your pinky. She glanced at you once more, trying to see if you were regretting any of this yet your eyes stayed fixated on the rows of her sharp teeth. In a flash, her teeth pierced your skin and tore off your pinky from the knuckle as you swallowed out a sob, watching her easily eat your pinky like it was nothing, blood decorating her teeth and dripping down her chin, as her eyes focused on yours.

Were you afraid of your own wife? No, not one bit. You trust her but now something has replaced that gentle look in her eyes, something much more primal. Her lips wrapped around where the small digit was and easily licked at the blood flowing from your hand. You felt woozy from the lack of blood and her stare, how she had yet to break eye contact with you. It was only after you had slowly pulled your hand away, you glanced down at your hand. Blood ran down your hand to your forearm before you glanced back up at your darling wife. “Will you eat me?” 

Everything about her biting your finger off to seeing the blood run down your hand and her chin made you feel alive..it felt freeing just to let everything go.

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It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you were supposed to stay by her side for the rest of time. Not be dead by her own hands. She didn’t know what to do as when she snapped out of her own trance, you were too far gone. You looked like an animal that had been dissected and ripped open to show how your organs worked. She did what she thought best and called the only man who knew what to do better than her. 

When Alastor arrived, he was at a loss and tried his best to comfort Rosie! He truly tried! But when he had learned of her dove's fate he had to hold back a chuckle to make sure Rosie wasn’t upset at him. “Rosie, dearest. You’re telling me that they wanted you to eat them?” He guided her to sit down as his shadow started to make some tea for them both. Watching as she held close the bloodied and ripped shirt she had made just for you all those weeks ago, she nodded holding the garment close. “Yes! I should’ve been better at keeping myself back but then everything escalated so fast but they wanted me to do so!” She replied hand trembling, as he sat across from her. His grin only grew larger by the second but he was devastated himself. While he might’ve despised how quiet and closed off you were, he had given you approval to marry her. 

“Such a tragedy it is, my dear. But as they say, curiosity kills.” He hummed, reaching over to gently pat her hand, as his shadow appeared back to give them the tea and some extra tissues for Rosie. “Do not feel so down, if they were happy with you devouring them. They must’ve felt some way about it.” He hummed watching her slowly but surely calm down. 

Curiosity killed the cat surely, but the satisfaction you felt didn’t go unnoticed.

[lemonmaid]

Eren jeager x titanshiter male reader

Nothing much just eren admiring reader's titan form maybe he makes a comment about how muscly reader's legs are and just light kissing

A/N: sorry this took so long, I've been hesitant to write for aot because 1. Shit got me sad asf 2. It's been so long since I've consumed any media I'm scared to fuck up the characters.

Warnings: Take place during the time skip, Fluff, Cannibalism, reader isn't any specific titan shifter just a titan shifter. Gonna be expecting everyone to read this like Brokeback Mountain. Male reader

Eren was different. Well, he looked the same, taller and older but there was a distant stare in his eyes. You noticed it every time he was watching you train your new form, at first you thought he was being a perv and eye goggling you from afar but then you got a closer look and noticed it was the same distant stare that you saw when you all went to the beach for the first time.

You can see that same stare right now, even with Hange and Armin talking to you right now.

"And if you see (Name), we just want to go over training with you'-"

"The new cadets just need to practice, they need to be ready for any type of titan attack"

Attack, practice, training- that's all everyone talked about these days. Throughout this week all (Name) wanted to hear was the future plans for the island, like how were they gonna expand civilization out here? Was the land liveable? All (Name) wanted to do was to sit and draw building, maybe make some future building plans for the land out here so he would have some sort of legacy besides being known as one of the titan shifters.

(Name) sighed, making eye contact with Eren, "I guess that's find commander-".

Hange squealed, before running off to god knows where with Armin following behind.

You sighed before walking towards the empty field, Eren following closely behind.

Eren watched your shift into your form, you stared down at him with a glare, not that you ment to, just your natural form, it was intimating.

Eren look behind him making sure no one was relativity close before moving up to you.

He starts rubbing your giant legs, moving up towards the the outside of your thigh, "you're getting stronger".

You made a low hum in agreement, picking him from jacket, letting Eren sit on your hand.

He kisses your thumb lightly, before rubbing the nail softly, "what do you think of the future (Name)".

You turned your head gently to the side, a silent question to ask 'what do you mean'.

Eren stares off again, this time with a frown on his face.

"(Name) if i could change the future i would-"

Eren's mind flashes with the same visions he see when he looks at you.

Armin screaming for Eren to get off you, Your panic expression as Eren's form has your form pinned to the ground, his mouth hovering over the neck, a silent "I'm sorry" from Eren before he eats you consuming your titan form the last one needed for his and Zeke's plan.

His voice gets angry, like he eas struggling to say the words,"I love you so much, more than you could ever know".

[lilunar]

Dear, name

chapter three: warmed

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Trueform!Sukuna x reader warnings: slavery, cannibalism word count: 1.1k

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"Spend the night with me."

Upon his warmth on this bitter night, you appreciated the serenity he had given to you; lying on his mattress whilst being warmed up by him as slumber was cradling you to sleep. Whereas you felt his hand dragging you close to his body, embracing you from behind. His embrace was meshed out of emptiness, and you found out, deeply inside his heart was filled with loneliness just as you. Carelessly, you fondled him, wishing he would feel your affection as you never wanted him to feel alone again. Soon, you were falling asleep in his warmth of comfort without knowing that the man behind you had fallen asleep because of your touch.

Oh, our love is blooming?

Dawn arose as its yawn woke you up from your deep slumber for the light to shine in and remind you of your day. Until now, you were lying beside him however your face was facing him instead, his embrace was tighter than before, and nevertheless, his warmth was soothing like the winter had melted itself. The light shined through his face and emphasised his features as if he was the sun, his breath was calmed and collected like the breezes from the ocean, and his touch was unravelled from lone and meshed out again with affection. Faintly, you slipped out of his bed undesiring to wake his majesty up and parted off his chamber; unaware of his sympathetic stare and muffled laughter.

In the garden, you could not help but ponder over the fact that you spent the night with the man whom you always feared, the thought was consuming you and you didn't hear the approaching footsteps. "What's on your mind?" the owner of the abrupt voice that made you flinched was no one else than Uraume, they crouched down beside you and started assisting. "Nothing much really, just thinking about last night." An hour passed and the tasks were completed so at this time you and Uraume were relaxing in your designated spot; the dense air and the uttering wind were forming a tension until Uraume decided to end the silence.

"Can I ask you a question?" 

"Yes, what is it?" 

"What do you think about Master Sukuna?" 

"....He is the concept of misunderstanding. I know everyone must fear him and use his fear for their desire but sometimes they tend to forget that he is a human. I had thought about him like so in fear too, but after I spent a night with him, something told me that he was just misunderstood. After all, he is just a human like us." 

"You are very interesting y/n."

The hidden silhouette was revived by her light; her words embraced his soul and kissed his heart with the softest touch.

The dust of snow falling in the time of dusk is a sign for them to be in charge, the dwelling is lit with commotions as a routine for his presence will be present soon. "Y/n, can you help me prepare Master Sukuna's meal?" "Yes of course," both of you headed to the kitchen and began preparing his meal, you were chopping up some herbs and dicing vegetables to mix with the broth that Uraume was stirring. "Here you go," you headed the herbs and vegetables to Uraume and watched them stir everything together. "Are you scared of blood?" "No, why?" Without any reply, Uraume walked to one of the storage, took out an organ and a human heart and placed them on the table. "Where did this come from?" those words of shock were blurted out by you who was in dismay. "This is one of his offerings." Uraume walked back to get another organ but this time, it was flesh. "And this one is one of the maids." You felt unease as you watched Uraume cook his meal but for a time it was done."You can go and rest now. Thank you for the help." Uraume slightly bowed down to you and left the kitchen to serve his meal.

You, whose exhaustion was indeed swelling, left the kitchen after Uraume and headed back to your room. 'I should take a shower,' you thought before heading out to draw some water from the well, surely, if there was a washroom for servants like you then there would be no need for you to go out on this cold winter night and shower in this freezing atmosphere. You hurriedly draw some water and find a riskless place where no one can see you. The wintry wind blew and brought goosebumps throughout your skin, while the icy water was washing away all the worthless pieces of yours.

Four eyes with deep intentions were lusting from afar.

The feeling of the light clothes on your skin was always one of your appreciation. After cleansing your body and dressing up, you headed back to your room whilst being drained of energy. 'It's so cold...' you thought as you curled up into a ball for this tormented winter night has yet to come through. You were soon falling asleep in this tormented night to forget all the pain you had gone through, regardless, words were waking you up. "Y/n, are you asleep? Y/n." the voice woke you up from your slumber. In annoyance, you got up and opened the door and saw Uraume, "Oh.... hi. What do you need?" the annoyance seemed to disappear in an instant. "Master Sukuna called for you." 

"Go and rest now Uraume." The king said, seated on his throne as he looked at them from afar; they had taken their leave and from now on it is only you and him. You slowly felt his presence approaching you, yet all you could do was to keep your head low. Before you knew it, his hefty arms were wrapped around your body and carried you toward his bed, he tossed you onto it and laid down next to you. "Use this," he said as his lower left hand reached for a blanket and then threw it to you. You hold onto the blanket and look back at him who has no cover but you decide not to interfere with him. 'Oh, how I miss his hug.' you thought as your thoughts kept you up.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked with his fainted voice and you nodded in return. His hefty arm pulled you in and pressed your head onto his chest while his other arms embraced you tightly as if he was afraid of losing you to the night's cold. "Sleep," he ordered stroking your hair in tenderness whilst lulling you to sleep. 

What could be warmer than his embrace?

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Please do not repost, rewrite, or do anything without my permission, reblogs are perfectly fine. Feel free to correct my mistake, English is not my first language. author's note: sorry for not updating *I do not own the characters, Gege Akutami does. Only y/n is written by me.*

[doukeshi-kun]

Cannibalism stalker! Nikolai has me on a choke hold.

My brain has been rotting for it like ajheikwg ueu

Imagine stalker!nikolai comes to his silly campervan to see you asleep on his bed, and he has the urge to tear into your skin, rip and preserve your flesh, maybe even take a chuck out of it and swallow it so a piece of you would be within him, with him for as long as he lives.

He gently encases your frame and digs his hands into a wound whilst giving you plenty of face smooches, gliding his tongue over your shoulders before leaving bite marks stained with blood all over.

If he could, silly guy might rip open your chest to kiss your heart tenderly before setting it back into your ribcage, maybe still holding it.

Merge bodily souls with your or smth.

I'm kicking my feet, punching the air, giggling to a phantom over this rn.

But he can't, cause silly guy Cannibalism stalker!nikolai doesn't want you dead but he has urges so he settles for biting you hard enough to draw blood (●’∇’)♪

And even better, he's doing all of this with his hand intertwined with yours at the end of it.

And then, being romantic fanatic, he is (he is not, I think). He's bites around the base of your pinky finger, placing a morally and physically questionable bind that applies to you even though you're silly asleep and didn't say yes, but you will when you're awake.

When his teeth leave the flesh, prominent markings can be seen etched onto it, serving his own delusions. However, it's, of course, not something drastic.

It's a simple 'you'll never leave me' because he's silly and insane like that (he'll kill you if you do).

Ajjdndnfjsknajfjdbfjfj meow.

Being the silly clown he is, he obviously doesn't clean up the split blood just yet.

He lets your blood drip and seeps into the pristine white sheets of his blanket before smiling like some maniacal happy face clown because you are now imprinted onto his belongings as well.

Due to sanitary purposes, he would of course change the sheets and clean you up before snuggling to you and drift off to lala land to dream about ripping your body to chunks, piecing you back together so that he can obviously soak into your blood and fully, in physical form merge with you.

MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW

I'm mentally deteriorating from this brain rot, oh my fucking god, pray to the lorddd 🎣

tw: gore, vore, cannibalism, nsfw

surprisingly anon, gore isn't that heavy of a topic in my blog lmao but hear ye—! our dear laotianye has come to the rescue, doing the lord work!

mmmm i really love our silly guy is being SO tender with the heart like omg that's the organ that beats for his name 🫀 and brrrrr i love the thought of him doing it while holding hands like HE WOULD TALK THROUGH IT HE WOULD TALK THROUGH ITTTT

i also like that he would bite and make a bite ring around your finger. like yes bae, embrace that primal ferality of yours 😍 he'd probably get hard as fuck when you do the same to him. on a second thought, imagine stalker!nikolai is fucking you dumb and purposely slip his fingers into your mouth in hopes for you biting him hehe

and i like that his dream is literally about devouring and murdering you like if that ain't love, idk what is 😌❤️ also, imagine after he dreams about all of that, he just scans your body, not for lust purpose but he's imagining dissection marks lmao i'm gonna stop

PRAY TO THE LORD

[arcadekitten]

The Lambchop World is so fascinating and cool… but I’d like to know more about it as well! What’s the economy like there? Do people still have jobs, buy and sell stuff like supplies, clothing, food, etc… just like they do in Stella’s town?

(Also, speaking of which.., is everyone’s wardrobe that emo/gothic? Did Lambchop force it to be? Because I love Stella but those clothes are REALLY not her style! I really hope that Lambchop didn’t force her into wearing them… that’s leaning a bit too much into “toxic relationship power imbalance” for me)

What’s the general attitude of the population? Are they all violent, bloodthirsty and prickly besides Stella or do some of them retain their normal personalities? Do they lean in more towards their “animalistic” side (like Ruuuby eating Buck) or do they still eat normal food? …WHERE would they get normal food? Is it all meat and cannibalism??

Also, assuming that Lambchop goes after the whole WORLD instead of just a small village like Stella did… is death common there? Or does Lambchop resurrect them to “have some more fun” on his planet? Are his powers that of a normal Star witch as well? I’m so curious if it is!

And finally… what are Stella and Lambchop’s roles and relationship on this planet? Lambchop seems to live just like a common “resident” of that planet… getting into riots, street fights, etc. What does Stella do though? Is she just Lambchop’s personal nurse who takes care of him after he gets into fights or something?

This seems to be an anarchic world, so I doubt that their’ll be a government or any form of legal system there.., but I am curious if there is some sort of “gang hierarchy” on this place, like the most respected fighters are the rulers of certain territories and clans or something. It’ll make sense for his world, and I wonder if he’s in the “top hierarchy” or something like that, considering that he literally CREATED the world lol. Do the other residents have respect or are intimidated by him? What do they think of Stella?

P.S: Kinda a dumb question but are Stella and Lambchop in a relationship in this AU? Do they date and have a house (or a joint living area maybe) and live together or something? How do they treat each other? I like to think that Lambchop treats Stella…well, like allowing her a small garden to plant some flowers and have a semblance of normalcy in their home. Kind of like how Stella bloodied up her village for Lambchop, but much less drastic.

And for the million-dollar question: What on EARTH are the other Star Witches when Stella needs them??? Did they abandon her or something?

These are A LOT of questions, I’ll admit… Im rly sorry if this is too much :( But I’m just so curious about this world; the idea is absolutely fascinating to me!! Thank u sm for reading all this!! :D

oh this will be fun!! *cracks knuckles for the second time* I'll try to answer best I can!

-The economy is a bit strange. I think some people still kinda have jobs and make money, but money alone is probably not valued as much as "substances" or "favors" (Ex: "Get that fucker out of my bar and you'll get free drinks for the whole night" )

-Everyone's wardrobe is pretty emo-gothic, but I wouldn't describe it as a "Lambchop forced it to be" situation so much as. In the vision of Lambchop's perfect world this is just how society dresses. And so Stella dressing like this is more of a societally pressured thing. For one, there's probably not other clothing options. And if there is, dressing in a way that strays from the norm would be like affixing a giant target to her back--everyone would be trying to start shit with her. It's safer to blend in so people don't think you're soft.

-Most everyone is pretty prickly. And if they are "nice", it's a kind of niceness that incorporates violence into the mix--otherwise you'd be down for the count. Everyone's probably on "high defense mode" all the time and is just waiting for you to be the one that growls first.

-Most food is probably meat based. I don't imagine that everyone is just eating whoever they slaughter on the street (though some might) but rather there's some mysterious "meat processing" plants. Where's the meat come from? Don't spoil it by asking questions.

-I don't think Lambchop has any sort of special/magic powers that set him aside from everyone else. I think it's less of a "Lambchop controlling the world to be this way" and more of "The world itself shaping itself around his desires." Death is pretty common, though I hadn't considered the possibility of people coming back in this version too...interesting to think about.

-I think the possibility of some gang hierarchies exist, but I hadn't put too much thought into it. I do think some people might be more well-known either for being really good fighters and/or for starting trouble a lot. I feel like Lambchop wouldn't be the most well-known but might have a bit of a rep for being able to take people down.

-Combining some of your Stella questions into one, Stella's relationship with the planet is pretty...fraught. I think she's still got magic powers but they're nowhere near the the level of skill she's got in Sweet No Death. At most she can perform small magic, making things grow, levitating some smaller objects, etc. I feel like Stella's status as a star witch is vague even to herself--like maybe she got amnesia upon landing here, but she knows that things could surely be better than this... Stella tries to help people and sometimes they accept it and sometimes they don't, but when they do allow her to help she feels good inside and it helps restore a bit of her hope in the world.

I like to imagine that maybe Lambchop and Stella found each other when Stella was attempting to "fix" things instead of breaking them like everyone else, and Lambchop was a bit captivated by how different she was from everyone else. Stella would in turn see him as different from everyone else--less prickly, more smiley, and likes her company.

I think Lambchop and Stella are dating. They live in some dank, decrepit apartment building which probably isn't even owned by anyone anymore and they might be the only people in it. Stella's got something of a greenhouse on the balcony where she grows as many little plants as she can keep alive and can enjoy the feeling of fresh air for once.

Despite the general violence of the city and Lambchop preferring things this way, he and Stella have a pretty lovey relationship. They sleep in the same bed all cuddled up next to each other every night. If Stella is having a bad mental day (can't handle the stress of everything, being worried something really bad will happen to Lambchop if he goes out, etc) Lambchop will stay home with her and they'll spend the day snuggling and kissing and maybe working in her greenhouse. When Stella goes out Lambchop usually tries to be beside her. She's able to defend herself but he knows she doesn't *like* having to do that, so he doesn't mind being her bodyguard for anyone who would want to pick a fight with her. Sometimes they even try to go on dates outside despite how crazy everything is. When Lambchop gets into fights Stella bandages all his wounds when he gets hurt. She hates seeing him hurt but she loves seeing his smile as he recounts to her how he won. I think she uses whatever magic she has to help expedite his healing process.

-As for Star Witches, the thing about Star Witches is like...they are catty and judgemental but if you are another Star Witch they will not help you improve unless it benefits them in some way. They will come into your house and might adjust a crooked picture frame on the wall, but they won't clean up your kitchen or tidy up your living room or do your yard work for you. If they were to see a world like this they would not help it try to get better because it is not their monkeys, not their circus.