#what a sweet malice demon!

[sincerexsiren]

“It reminded me of you.”- Val

Trinitys smile was bright as she took the package from the demon on her that had come to her doorstep. She had already hugged him and hugged him and pulled him inside to take off his coat and make himself at home.

"How sweet....you know you only have to bring me one offering dont you?" She teased, bringing it to the kitchen island. "What makes me deserve two?"

[voxslays]

The night I found you.

Featuring >>> Alastor x Reader; In which, after death, Alastor finds you (his wifey) again, but at what cost?

Warnings: Smut, Dub-Con, Tentacles, AFAB! Reader, Alastor being a jerk.

A/N: Today has been stressful. I just got locked out of the google account I used for this tumblr account—yet somehow managed to stay signed in. Anyways, if I one day dissapear I probably got locked out again. Anyways, this is a part two of this fic. Hope you enjoy!

Years later, in the infernal depths of Hell, a twisted version of Alastor now known as the Radio Demon hunts from the shadows. His eyes, once filled with warmth and love, now gleam with malice and cruel amusement. But he had been missing for seven years. You knew Alastor would come looking for you eventually, but it had been almost ninety years since your deaths. Why hadn’t he come sooner? You assumed he didn't care. How wrong you were…

You were taking a relaxed stroll on the sidewalk, minding your own business, until you heard a familiar voice. A voice you knew all too well; Alastor. He had found you. You turn around just in time to see Alastors wicked grin, his voice a seductive purr over the static of his radio. “Well, well...If it isn't my darling little doe, finally come to join me in the eternal flames.” He chuckles darkly. “I've missed you, my sweet.” He slowly steps closer. 

He looks different. He still has the same tall, slender frame. But now, his skin is a light, grayish-tan, and he has a wide, toothy grin filled with sharp yellow teeth. He sports small, curved antlers reminiscent of those on a deer, which contribute to his imposing presence, and his eyes—which used to be a beautiful chocolate brown color—are now a bright, glowing red.

“Alastor…?” You say his name as if it's a question. Alastor tilts his head slightly, his red eyes narrowing as he gazes at you. "Oh, ma chéri...It's been so long. And look at you, just as beautiful as the day I... " He trails off, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Well, you know." He steps closer, the air around him crackling with static. "Did you like it, Y/N? Did you like how it felt? The sting of the blade?" He chuckles darkly. "I still remember the way you screamed... “ He takes another step closer. “Stop.” You say firmly, almost at your breaking point. ​​“But I've barely begun, my darling.”  

He reaches out and gently caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. His touch is ice-cold, and his skin feels like rough, parched leather.  "And now, we can be together forever." You smack his hand away. “Don't touch me.” ​​Alastor’s grin widens menacingly, baring his sharp teeth. "Feisty, just like old times."  He circles you like a predator, his voice a low purr. "You can't run from me now, my dear. We're trapped here together, for all eternity..."

“Our marriage ended the moment you decided to murder me.” You snap at him. Alastor stops circling and stands in front of you, his red eyes burning with an otherworldly intensity. "Our marriage ended the moment I realized you were a weakness, a liability," he corrects, his voice dripping with venom. “You’re truly sick.” You spit. Alastor lets out a deep, rumbling laugh. "Sick? Yes. In love? Still. Eternal."  He reaches out and grabs your throat, lifting you off your feet. "And now, you'll see what I've become. What I've done."

Alastor squeezes your throat, his grip like a vice, and you can feel your airway closing. He starts to lift you higher, your feet dangling in the air, until you're staring directly into his burning red eyes. "Look at me, Y/N." His grip tightens, his other hand coming up to grip your hair, forcing your head back. "I want you to see the monster I've become, the monster that will never let you go." His voice is a guttural growl, his breath hot against your face.

“I could never love a monster.” You manage to choke out. He drops you unceremoniously to the ground, leaving you gasping. "Love?" He spits the word like it's poison. "Love is a weakness I can no longer afford. But you, my dear Y/N, you're my eternal obsession." You take off the ring and throw it into a nearby drain. He watches as the gold band spins and disappears down into the sewer. Alastor’s expression darkens. "You shouldn't have done that."  

He slowly walks over to you, his movements predatory. "That ring was a symbol of our love. Now, it's a symbol of your disrespect." Alastor summons one of his tentacles, which retrieves the ring and places it into his hand. He forces the ring back onto your finger, his tentacle squeezing your hand until the metal bites into your skin. "It stays on your finger, a constant reminder of your love for me, and my ownership over you." He releases your hand, stepping back to admire the ring.

You try to remove the ring, but it won't budge. He chuckles as you try to remove the ring, his magic holding it firmly in place. "My power—among other things—has enchanted the ring to stay on your finger until I decide otherwise. And I have no intention of removing it anytime soon." He reaches out to stroke your cheek. Alastor caresses your cheek, his touch gentle despite the rough texture of his skin. "You're mine, Y/N. In life, in death, and in this endless nothingness between." He leans in closer, inhaling deeply. 

"You still wear the same perfume. Lavender and vanilla." This only makes you angrier. “It’s not for you.” You spit at him. "Always so defiant." He pulls you into a tight hug, his tentacles wrapping around you like chains. "I love it when you fight back." Alastor tightens his grip, his muscular arms constricting around your body. "Shhh, just relax." He nuzzles into your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. "I've missed holding you like this. Your struggles only make it better."

He teleports you to his bed, falling onto it with you still wrapped in his tentacles. He pins your arms above your head, his tail wrapping around your legs to keep them open. "You're so beautiful when you're helpless." Alastor grins wickedly, his eyes flashing with a predatory hunger. "I'm going to savor every moment of having you at my mercy again." His free hand roams your body, squeezing and caressing. "And you'll learn to love it, just like before." 

"Remember the good times, Y/N?"  He grinds himself against you, his hard length evident through his trousers.  "Remember how we used to spend our nights?” He leans in and kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You give into the kiss. He withdraws from the kiss, smiling as he sees the change in your expression. "Good girl."  He releases your arms, his tentacles keeping your legs spread wide. "Leave the ring on."  He unbuckles his pants, his member springing free.

Alastor settles himself between your thighs, the tip of his erection pressing against your entrance. "Wrap your arms around my neck."  He leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "And tell me you love me."  His tail coils possessively around your legs, his muscles taut with anticipation. You do as he asks, wrapping your arms around him, and whispering an ‘I love you’ into his ear. Satisfied, he pushes forward, sheathing himself inside you in one powerful thrust. "Fuck, I've missed this."  He buries his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he starts to move, his hips snapping against yours in a brutal rhythm.

"You feel so good..." He hisses, his voice low and feral. His tentacles crawling up your body to hold your arms down again. "You're mine, Y/N. All mine." He increases his pace, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Alastor lifts your hips to give him deeper access. "Say you love me."  He growls, his voice hoarse with desire. You cry out. 

At the sound of your cry, Alastor loses control. He pounds into you relentlessly, his member throbbing inside you as he reaches his climax. Alastor roars as he releases a torrent of cum deep within your pussy. “Mine." His tentacles squeeze you tightly as he rides out his orgasm, his tail thrashing wildly. His hot seed filling your womb as his tentacles tighten their grip. He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving. Alastor’s tentacles loosen their grip, but still keep you pinned. "You're perfect."  He murmurs, nuzzling into your neck. His softening member still inside you, plugging his seed in your pussy.

Alastor slowly pulls out, his cum dripping from your well-used hole. He scoops some up with his fingers and pushes it back inside you. "Keep my seed inside you." Alastor commands, a dark glint in his eye. "I want to make sure it takes." He murmurs. “What?” You ask confused. He grins wickedly, his eyes filled with dark amusement. "I think it's time we start a family, Y/N. A little demonling running around will keep me entertained when you're not around."  He crawls back on top of you, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively.

You knew what this meant. This was Alastor’s way of tying you down. Making sure you couldn't escape. You had absolutely no choice in the matter. The only answer Alastor would accept is ‘yes.’

You groaned. “Do I have a choice?” The answer was no. You knew it. Alastor chuckles, his warm breath fanning over your face. "No, you don't. You're mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure my seed takes root in your womb. Now, be a good girl and get comfortable."

Alastor nuzzles into your neck, his hands wandering over your body possessively. "Because I'm going to keep you pinned down and spend the rest of the day filling you with my seed until you're pregnant, and I want you to be comfortable while I breed you.” You are shocked. “What?” Your emotions are conflicting you. “I want to make sure there's no doubt that you're carrying my child." Alastor responds. You were in for a long night.

[wendichester]

Hey could you do one where your Bobby's daughter but you've had a crush on Sammy since you were little your best friends and only Dean knows about your crush on Sammy and makes fun of you for it making sneaky comments in front of Sammy he finds out because of a demon and finally confesses his feelings for you as well

Ps love you stories 😘

˚⋆𐙚｡ 𖦹. demonly confessions,

summary. maybe demons aren't so bad... right? absolutely not! but kinda.

pairing. sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 791

notes. thank you so much for requesting this, sweets! hope you like it 🩷

The Impala hums as it rolls into the bunker’s garage, tires crunching softly against the concrete. You jump out before the engine is even off, eager to stretch your legs after the long drive back from the hunt. You've been living with the Winchester boys ever since your father, Bobby Singer, passed. Sam is right behind you, his hand brushing yours as he reaches to grab your duffel.

“You don’t have to carry that,” you say, even though you don’t stop him.

He flashes you that warm, dimpled smile that’s been making your heart flip since you were a kid. “I don’t mind.”

Dean saunters past, smirking like he knows every thought running through your head. “Geez, Sam, you keep being this sweet, and she might just fall for you,” he quips, his voice dripping with mock innocence.

Your face heats instantly, and you shoot Dean a glare that could probably kill a lesser man. Sam, oblivious as ever, chuckles and shrugs.

“I’m just being polite,” he says, glancing your way with a grin that does nothing to slow the racing of your heart.

Dean’s grin widens, and you know he’s dying to push further, but thankfully, he disappears down the hall before you can throttle him.

It’s always been this way. Sam has been your best friend for as long as you can remember, but Dean’s known about your crush since the day he caught you doodling “Sam + Y/N” in the margins of your notebook when you were thirteen. He hasn’t let you live it down since.

But Sam? Sam is clueless. Or at least, that’s what you think.

Later that night, the bunker is quiet, save for the sound of Sam typing away on his laptop at the table. You sit across from him, pretending to read a book, but your eyes keep drifting to him. He’s so focused, the soft glow of the laptop highlighting the sharp angles of his face, the way his hair falls into his eyes.

“Do you always stare this much?” Dean’s voice cuts through the silence, startling you.

“Dean!” you hiss, your face burning.

Sam looks up, frowning. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly, glaring at Dean, who just smirks and takes a swig of his beer.

Before Sam can ask more, the lights flicker, and a cold draft sweeps through the room. The hairs on your neck stand on end.

“Demon,” Sam mutters, already on his feet.

The fight is chaotic. The demon is stronger than expected, throwing you and Sam around like rag dolls. It corners you, its black eyes gleaming as it sneers.

“Poor little thing,” it taunts, its voice dripping with malice. “So scared your precious Sam won’t save you in time.”

Your breath catches, panic rising, but before you can react, Sam is there, slamming the demon back with a furious strength you rarely see.

“You stay away from her,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous.

Dean’s there in a flash, helping Sam finish the exorcism. The demon screeches, smoke pouring from its mouth before it drops lifeless to the ground.

When the dust settles, Sam turns to you, his hazel eyes filled with worry. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you say, though your voice shakes.

Sam hesitates, then steps closer. “It said… something about me. About you being scared I wouldn’t save you.”

You freeze, your heart thundering. “It was just trying to mess with me,” you say, avoiding his gaze.

But Sam doesn’t let it go. “It also called me ‘your precious Sam,’” he says, his tone soft but insistent.

Your mouth goes dry, and you can’t think of a single excuse fast enough.

“Y/N,” he says gently, his hand brushing yours. “Is it true? Do you… feel something for me?”

You’re about to deny it, to laugh it off, but the way he’s looking at you—hopeful, nervous, vulnerable—makes you falter.

“Yeah,” you admit quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I do.”

For a moment, he just stares at you, and you brace yourself for rejection. But then he’s closing the distance, his hand cupping your cheek as he looks at you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

“I’ve been in love with you for years,” he says, his voice trembling slightly. “I just… I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Your breath hitches, tears pricking your eyes. “You mean that?”

He nods, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I mean it.”

And then he’s kissing you, slow and sweet, and every lingering doubt melts away.

From across the room, Dean groans. “Finally. Took you two long enough.”

You laugh against Sam’s lips, and for the first time in what feels like forever, everything feels right.

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[animeshotsh]

Devils Touch | Dad!Lucifer x Kid!Reader |

Summary: Being forced to take pills alongside your mother just seems enough to end in hell...

Warnings: Suicide mentions | Death | Canon Violence| Cursing | Lucifer its a softie | SFW | Reader its between 5-7 | Reader takes the form of a sheep/cat mix | Reader's mom sucks tbh | Maybe platonic!yandere Luci? |

When you opened your eyes everytning was red. Screams and insults filled the air, the smell of blood and other things you could not understand filled your nose making you gag.

"Mom?" You asked to no one, no one took note of you. All you could see were strange creatures, some more human and some more animal.

Tears went down your face, you could remember being forced to take some pills. Your mother crying while she did the same.

Something was wrong, really wrong.

"And what do we have here?" A stranger voice said taking you by the collar, you ended up meeting with sharp red eyes, and that look....it did not mean well.

"L-let me go" you screamed trying to get free from this thing. Reacting out you saw your hands were now black with claws, making your mind quick you attacked that thing.

It let you go with a small "fuck". You took of running, not knowing where to go, but you could hear that thing behind you chasing you.

Taking a quick look behind you ended against something. Looking up someone wearing a white suit with a cane and a hat that had a snake looked to you.

"P-please help me" you tried again "I dont know whats happening I want my mom"

The stranger took you by your arms to inspect you.

Lucifer stood there with no emotion seeing the "x" on your neck. Suicide? He thought seeing the mark. But you were just a kid, with fluffy cat hears and a tail, however your hair was not the one from a cat but the one from a sheep...or a lamb. Two little horns did also appear on top of your head.

He cursed inside his mind. Maybe you were killed, or forced to something. You were too small, your soul did not let out any type of malice besides the "sin" of taking your own life.

He soon saw a Demon coming towards him, most likely looking for you, and with no debout their intentions were not good.

Just one flick of his hand the Demon was gone. You were shaking looking at him and then around you.

Fuck, he wished Charlie was here, he knew she would be able to calm you down.

Taking care of sinners was not his job. His job was to rule hell, but he could not just leave you in here. He was sure you would be dead again in seconds.

Or worse.

"Calm down Kid, im going to take care of you" his voice was as soft as he could. Turning around opening a gold portal to his home "whats your name?"

He nodded once he hear your name, carefully petting your head. He passed by many old photos of his family. A maid appear besides him looking at the sinner in his arms.

"Please, prepare a bath and get some clothes " Lucifer requested passing you to her.

Or well, trying to.

"N-no, I dont want to go with her!" Your hands took an iron grip on his suit.

Lucifer almost panicked at your state but tried to remember what he used to do when Charlie was this young.

"Listen, she is someone good. You will be taken care off. We can have lunch later, and some sweets"

"...chocolate?" You asked with pleading eyes

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After your bath and food you were in a better mood. Lucifer used this time to show you around the house while asking you different questions to try and know why you had ended in here.

He showed you his ducks collection and almost passed out by how much you loved them. You ignored him as you played with the duck, almost burning the wall with one of them.

Lucifer decided to tired you up and then look up for your mothers soul. If you two died together...then the chances of her being down here were high.

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It was harder than he expected. The sugar from the chocolate gave you so much energy you ended checking every room of the house. Lucifer behind you trying to stop you from getting hurt or from breaking something.

"Catch me if you can!" You joked while he tried to balance two statues.

With a swing of his wings he was able to catch you, rolling down the stairs and laughtning with you. You seemed....happy almost forgetting your situation. To you this could be nothing but a bizarre dream.

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Once you were tired enough, Lucifer took you to one room. His heart made a flip when you took his arm pulling him close.

But he needed to go and see where your mother's soul was. So he made the maid stay outside your room just in case you woke up.

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"That fucking bastard, son of a bitch, cursed slut" Lucifer screamed almost burning his office. Turns out, your mother was not in hell or heaven, she was alive, whatever she was triying to do failed for her.

He wanted to go there and kill her himself. Not only her but heaven as well, you were just a kid. Sure, you had cursed, and lied sometimes, he had read your record of sins. But that was not enough to make you end down here.

He knew your faith was sealed. Heaven would never admit they made a mistake or listen to him for starters. He had to calm down and think.

And after some minutes he decided the safest option would be for you to stay with him. He was not sure how he would explain to you who he was or what had happened. But he knew a few things, besides him no one would try to hurt you, and also you made him feel happy again. He could raise you, be a better father, be someone you could relay on.

"Its decided" he said to himself, picking up a pen and a paper, he wrote down your name and his last name. This way the other sins and overlords would know not to mess with you.

"Dont worry (y/n) im going to protect you.

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[lost-st4rs]

I wanted to practice writing characters interacting with each other since that’s somewhere I struggle with when writing, and I ended up writing Cups and Ben slow dancing HSIKjfwjJd

Debt Collector AU

~677 words

“Wanna dance?”

“You said I have two left feet.” Bendy cackles, but Cuphead isn’t so amused.

“Well, you can always learn! And it’s a good thing I’m such a great teacher,” Bendy approaches Cuphead, grabbing the other’s hands gently into his own, bringing him to stand up from the fallen tree log. Cuphead doesn’t stop the other but his movements are unsure and clumsy. Bendy lets out an endeared smile at that.

“Bendy, I- we shouldn’t-“

Bendy quickly shushes him before Cuphead can pull away, “hey, none of that. No one’s around to see us. Just relax and follow what I do, ‘kay?” Hesitantly, Cuphead nods, muttering out an ‘okay’ as he follows the demons moves the best he can. Bendy places his right hand on the other’s waist and directs Cuphead’s hand to hold onto the demon’s shoulder, Cup’s right hand intertwined with Bendy’s left.

“What my steps,” Bendy starts off slowly, swaying at a leisure pace from side to side. It’s easy enough that Cuphead is able to copy the other’s movements rather quickly. “You’re doing great!” Bendy grins and Cuphead looks away bashfully, an ever small smile adorning his face, the type of smile that makes Bendy’s heart do whirlwinds and makes his chest tighten.

Then, Bendy starts to add more little moves to their slow dance, moving backwards then forward, forward and backwards. It takes Cuphead a moment to adjust, but he catches on quickly, and Bendy praises him again, telling them that he’s doing great, which in turn earns him another sweet smile from the otherwise closed off cup. Bendy grins wider, his chest feeling light and fluttery.

Cuphead suddenly trips after (somehow) stepping on his own foot and Bendy has to force himself to not get into a fit of giggles as he helps Cuphead stand upright after landing on his chest. Bendy could tell the other was embarrassed by how his cup was starting to simmer ever slightly.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s basically your first time dancing, you’ll get the hang of it.”

“I doubt it,” Cuphead mutters angrily, his frustration mostly aimed at himself. Bendy gets them both back into position and smiles warmly.

“You will,” The ink demon insists. Cuphead then looks him in the eyes with an almost unreadable expression, before averting his gaze. Bendy begins at a slow pace once more, taking baby steps for left-feet until he gets the hang of it. Once again swaying left and right, moving front and back, doing a little spin slowly around, Bendy then surprises Cuphead and he lifts their hands that are raveled together and pulls the red cup away, twirling him around then pulls him into his chest.

“W-Whoa! What-“ Bendy just giggles at the other’s shocked and brightly flushed face.

“Sorry, toots. Got a bit carried away,” Cuphead glares at Bendy, but he can easily tell that there’s no real malice behind it. And Cuphead can’t quite find it in himself to be mad at the other. This whole dancing thing was actually… kinda fun, now that he’s kind of got the hang of it now.

“I-it’s fine. I don’t mind…” He admits, a small grin growing on his face. And again for the second time tonight, Bendy can feel his cheeks heat up and his heart race quickly as if it’s trying to escape out of his chest.

“You don’t mind, ya say? Well then, it’d be okay if I just…” Cuphead yelps as the demon suddenly lowers him, Bendy making sure to keep a good hold on him so he doesn’t fall to the ground.

“Don’t drop me!” Cuphead shrieks, glaring at the demon for real this time and Bendy just laughs, assuring him that he’s got him and won’t let ‘em fall. “Let me up let me up-“ Bendy does so when he sees that Cuphead isn’t enjoying it. He apologizes and holds him close then goes back to their slow pace from before. Swaying side to side. Cuphead, being more used to this, eases up and they fall into a nice rhythm.

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(they’re so fun to write RAAHH)

[silkythewriter]

Angel on fire

Warnings!: Angst(?), love triangle. (Part 1)

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel

Author note: I JUST WANNA WORK ON SOMETHING FOR MYSELF BEFORE JUMPING BACK TO DOING REQUESTS ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Summary!: “you are as beautiful as the moon my dear.” He said with the sweeting smile you adored. “And your as deadly as the sun I fear, my love” you answered oh so bitter-fully.

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“You should've seen the way she looked, igual que un ángel

Heaven's her residence y ella no se va a caer

They just can't reach her, princesita inalcanzable“

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The air was heavy almost unbreathable, how the demons lived like this was dancing around in your mind. It was so much different in hell then in heaven, there was so much… malice but that’s to be expected you supposed.

But you choose to continue walking, in your disguise of course, the out rage there would be if one of heavens top angels were in hell would be quite the mess to say the least. But you had to risk it, if charlie was right, if souls truly could be redeemed…maybe…just maybe, you’d be able to see him once more.

Finally you reached the hotel doors, and with one last stride stood right were the door knob was. Your nerves were going array to say the least, you knew what this rebellion could cost you. But it was for him, it always was, wasn’t it?, you quickly snapped out of you mind as you took a deep breath and knocked on the door waiting anxiously. A creek rang out in your ears as the door opened, coming face to face with the princess of hell herself. She looked at you with confusion before quickly turning it into excitement as she bounced around quickly grabbing your arm and letting you in as she shut the door in a hurry.

“I’m so glad you made it!” She squealed. Leaving you surprise after the rough hearing in heaven she had just a day ago. “I’m glad I made it aswell, it took much more then I was expecting but I’m glad no one seemed to notice!” You said gracefully as you could. “Have you made sure everyone’s away?” You asked in hushed tone, she quickly nodded as she explained “yes I have!, though it cost a bit but Cherri took them out for a bit!” She said nervously playing with her hair “although this time I said to stray away from clubs…” she said with a heavy sigh. You placed your hand on her shoulder comforting as you began to speak “I’m sure we’ll figure something out!” You said with a sure smile. Making her regain hers as she agreed “yea! Your right, okay, let’s do this!” She said as her hands turned in to fist to pump herself up.

“So, what was your idea?”

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“So! What do you think?, I know it sounds a bit crazy but!-“ you quickly cut her off “it isn’t crazy Charlie! It just needs some work…” you smiled softly at the girl making her look back at her board covered in strings and notes. “Yea.. I know..” she said pacing “look, I know I said I have connections with adam.. but it’s gonna take some time to convince him.. especially if you and I wanna not make it look suspicious” you said pondering what your next move should be.

“I know but even for that one day in heaven I could tell he has some favoritism for you!” Charlie exclaimed “yes but-“ you inquired before she cut you off “look, Y/n, I just need the date of the extermination to be pushed back! He said he’ll come for us first and I just… I don’t know what to do! He won’t listen!” She said as her hand stressfully began to run through her blond hair as her pacing picked up pace. “He won’t listen, but I’ll make him listen Charlie, that’s an angels promise” you said trying to calm the girl. Which seemingly helped her before she sat down next to you sighing. Before turning her head to you questioning something in her head before finally speaking up.“I know this might be rude, don’t get me wrong! I’m so glad you actually listen to my idea! But…what’s the reasoning? I mean barely anyone even tried agreeing! But you’re.. just leading a hand for the hell of it?” She questioned with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. You only stared at her as you questioned if you should even trust her with such information you were about to tell.“I…I have someone who’s dear to me here, and I just, I just want him back in my arms” you confessed making the princesses eyes widen. “Who!” She asked almost too quickly, you shook your head in disappointment “I apologize princess but I’m afraid that’s something I wish to not reveal” you said.

“Look I have to get going, someones probably already getting suspicious of my absents” you said standing up and dusting off your clothing “but like I promised I’ll see what I can do and I’ll push the date as far back as I can, okay?” You said as you looked down at Charlie who still was seated at the couch. She could only nod, but you could tell she had some Sorrow in her mood. “Please keep your head up high princess, do not let them knock down your dreams.” You said silently as you bowed to her “I’ll be taking my leave but please put your trust in me, I will keep your and my people safe” you said with a smile as she stood up eyes drifting to you. “I..I trust you y/n” she said with a soft smile you only nodded to this as a portal behind you soon began to open. “I’ll come back soon, and with good news” you said as you slowly backed into the portal “take care princess” you said one final time at her.

She nodded as you gave her one last reassuring smile before fully walking into the portal. leaving the princess in a half better state then she was before.

But little did both of you know, a red haired demon was carefully listening in to both of you. Oh how his smile grew all the more bigger

His precious y/n was soon to be home,

With him once more.

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EEEE THIS IS PART ONE IM WORKING IN PART TWO SOON I REALLY AM GOING CRAZY FOR THE STORY IM ABT TO COOK UP AHHH ̋(๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)

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Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who lost a bet not only to a demon — but the most formidable Lord of the Abhorration. What a fool you were. A silly little pigeon fresh out of the divine realms. Fluttering your new pair of wings and flaunting your newborn freedom. Fly away, little bird. Fly right into the demon’s clutched. His clawed hands will welcome you greedily. With sweet smiles and sinister stares. Here you are, knelt before his throne. Quivering. Feathers flutter to the ground with your tremble. You can barely look upon him. “Poor little bird. . .” “Wh-What do you want from me?” “What I want? Or what I crave?”

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who the Lord of Hex’s has taken quite an interest in. You didn’t expect the tender touch across your face. He rose from his throne to caress you like a frightened, wounded woodland creature. One of the purer critters that trotted through these vast, cursed lands. He tilts your head up so that you are met with his bronze face. The sheer magnificence of his androgynous features adorned with long rivers of gold flowing from his head. Compliments to the gilted chains dangling from all around. Why must a being of malice look so mesmerising? Was a demon or a siren? Even his voice lured you in. Poor little bird indeed, fluttering to the maw of a beast. “I have always pondered how an angel must feel . . . like zenith? Perhaps I should not judge a book by cover. Might you be dirtier than the pits from which we crawl?” His grin speaks his thoughts. Even still, you cannot bring yourself to withdraw from the claws wrapped around your jaw. If anything, you melt. Like an angel in heat. What a disgrace.

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who becomes the perfect fucktoy for such a cruel being. Sprawled out on his lap as he leans back into his throne. You worship his cock with the way you bounce upon it. Even if you struggle. Even if your walls clamp and weep around his large girth. All you’ll receive is a clawed clap to the ass. A squeeze of the fat and a crooned voice in your ear. “Is this how you treat a Lord? Pitiful.” Yet still he’s rubbing at your clit with a sly thumb. In slow, tight circles that echo your sobs through his temple. You’re dripping all over him with every orgasm. Staining the base of his dick in a perfect ring of cream. Oh, how he throbs within you.

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who is made to face forward while he pounds up into you. Shakes your sacred body like a covenant shattering. He cares not for his servant’s curious eyes. To the demons that stare upon you with just as much greed. But they know not to touch. Valerius does enough of that with his hands of heat trailing all over you skin. Mapping out the divine flesh that is all his. Squeezing at your bouncing breasts. Yanking you back so that your spin arches. Ass flushed into his lap as he delivers a series of fast, rough fucks up into your sweetspot.

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who gets creamed full of a demon’s cum. Shouldn’t you be ashamed? Instead you’re spilling whorish moans and pleading for more. Grinding your hips down into his pathetically. Even daring to try and grip at his arms for support. He’ll let it go this time. Your fucked-out face and drooling countenance earns all of his forgiveness. “Oh? Does the pretty little bird want more?” His lower set of arms snatches your waist and slams you all the way down. So that you are forced to take his behemoth of a length. Your cries are like prayers, your squeezing, pink walls like praise. “Tell me, my dearest angel. . . have you been touched before? Or am I the first? A demon? Fucking the virginity out of this tight little cunt. . .”

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who does indeed get the virginity fucked right out of her. Once he is tired of making you a ragdoll on his lap, he bends you over his throne and displays the true stamina of a demon. His first set of hands clamp around your throat. The third set clings to your hips and slams you back into his squirting cock. The second does it’s due diligence at feeling every crevice that is now his. Your perky breasts pinched between fingers. Your tummy bulged with his huge dick splitting you open. Your folds so needily taking him in. Your clit that’s all swollen and just begging for the slap of his palm.

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who gets all nice an bred by Valerius, if only to be set free as though nothing happened. You’ll stumble through the divine realms still feeling his seed for weeks. Grind up against whatever you possible can and imagine its him. Haunted through the night of endless dreams where he’s fucking you out on your bed. Reminding you that you’ll never truly get away from him. Clawing, gripping, owning you for all you are worth. As if you wouldn’t offer yourself as sacrifice to him any day.

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who crawls back to the Abhorration begging for his attention. And you’ll find it in the form of claws wrapped tightly in your hair. A mouth full of that same cock that stole your virginity. Choking away at his addictive, sinful cum. All while he’s crooning above you. Through slithered golden hues and sharp, sinister grins. “Suppose I have myself a pretty angelwhore now, hmm? Why not rid your wings and stay here? After all,” a rough thrust to the back of your throat. Another round of his copious amounts of demonic seed. “You are far too tainted by a demon’s hands. Not to mention his cock. That’s it precious. Keep sucking.”

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Imagine: Familal Yandere Stanford AND Platonic Yandere Bill, who are both obsessed with Dipper and Mabel.

REAL AS HELLLLLL!!!!!!!!!

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“Isn't this great?” Grunkle Ford asked, taking a seat beside Dipper on the Living Human Flesh couch. 

Dipper ducked away from a six-fingered hand attempting to ruffle his hair. “That's certainly an adjective you could use to describe this situation.”

“WOW!” Bill shouted (as if he had any other means of emoting.) “A three and four-syllable word in a row! He really is a chip off the ol’ block, Sixer.”

Dipper could feel Grunkle Ford's eyes on him, practically beaming at the thought that he and his grand nephew were so alike, so much so that they could be considered father and son. Never mind that it was said by an interdimensional demon.

An interdimensional demon that also happened to be currently braiding his sister's hair as they sat in front of a fireplace in the ‘penthouse suite’ of the Fearamid.

One might even think it a sweet moment between an odd family. Two great uncles, one attempting connection with his nephew, the other lounging in a recliner and trying to pretend everything was normal. And his sister, being doted on by what was one of the most powerful beings in the universe, if not every universe. Mabel might have looked happy to anyone looking in from the outside, but Dipper knew his sister better than he knew himself. If she were truly happy, she'd be grinning ear-to-ear, gabbing a mile a minute, talking to Bill about all the hair styles they could try and how he should manifest himself some hair so she could braid him next.

But no, she simply sat in silence and let Bill work through her locks. She forced a smile and stared into the fireplace, flinching whenever Bill moved too fast.

It made Dipper sick.

And maybe, maybe all of this could have been passable if this were something Stanford had been forced to do in the heat of the moment. Something he'd regretted. And that's what he claimed.

But Dipper knew. He knew Stanford was lying. He was enjoying all of this too much for him to regret it. How stupid was Dipper to think that the biggest con artist in their family was Grunkle Stan when it was the guy grinning in his face, yucking it up in the face of destruction and tragedy just because he got to play house with Bill - his so-called mortal enemy.

He wanted to believe that this wasn't Ford's plan all along. Wanted to believe that his great uncle had been corrupted or mind controlled or tortured past the point of sanity. That this wasn't what he'd set out to do from the beginning. But Dipper didn't know what to believe anymore. 

“WA-BAM!” Bill snapped a full-length mirror into existence, allowing Mabel to see what he'd done to her hair, “Whaddaya say, Shooting Star?”

A simple French braid, with little glittery stars woven into her hair. In any other case, Mabel would have been ecstatic. But now, Mabel simply looked up at the demon, an unsure grin forced onto her face.

“Thanks, Bill,” She managed, not able to look him in the eye.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Bill waggled a finger in her face. “Try again.”

Mabel's face sank momentarily and she locked eyes with Dipper. The look in her eyes… It was like she was trying to scream so many things at once through expression alone. It felt like forever, the twins trying to communicate to each other in silence, but it was probably less than a second. If seconds even existed anymore.

Then, Mabel looked up at Bill and put on her best smile. “Thank you, Grunkle Bill, I love it.”

‘Grunkle Bill.’ Ugh. Dipper couldn't help the disgusted grimace that made its way onto his face. He thought he'd hated the triangle when he was actively trying to kill them all, but that was so much worse.

“See that, Pinetree?” Cipher whipped around, floating above the boy. “Why can't you be more like your sister?”

“Oh, Bill,” Ford waved him off with a smile and roll of his eyes. No malice, no contempt, just exasperated fondness.

“I'm just sayin’! We're trying to do family bonding over here, but Pinetree and Fez are being a coupla sticks in the mud!”

“He and Stanley just need more time,” Ford replied, speaking as if either of them weren't there.

Dipper felt sick. Sick from anger, sick from betrayal, sick from utter disgust. Bill's actions were understandable from the perspective that he was a creature from a different dimension. A monster without any need to identify with human morality systems. But Ford was human. A human with family and people who loved him and trusted him and counted on him. A human whose world had been destroyed because of his allegiance to a monster. Because of his feelings for a monster. And he just expects them all to be okay with this? To smile and clap and nod along and pretend everything is okay?

Mabel spoke up, drawing Dipper from his thoughts. “Well, um, Grunkle Bill, if we're doing family bonding time… Would you wanna meet me and Dipper's parents?”

“Say, that's an idea,” Bill turned to Ford. “Whaddaya say, Fordsie?’

Dipper whipped his head back to face his great uncle. He bit his tongue, holding his breath. He felt himself screaming from behind his eyes, trying to will his uncle with his gaze, hoping his expression was enough to implore him to say yes, to be merciful, to at least give him and Mabel their parents back. 

“I…” Ford breathed. “No, I don't think so.”

“WHAT?” Dipper couldn't control his outburst, his shout loud and sudden enough to make his great uncle jump.

“Sixer, c'mon,” Stan spoke up.

“You said it yourself, Stanley, the only ones you count as family are the children.” Ford countered. 

“That was- I didn't mean it.”

“Still,” Ford crossed his arms. “I have no loyalty to them. This is for the best,” Then, the old man turned back to Dipper. “You'll understand one day.”

Dipper glared up at his uncle, baring his teeth so hard he would have sworn they would have broken. But then, a noise broke his concentration.

He turned to see his sister, her sweater pulled over her head as she rocked back and forth, sniffling and surely crying underneath. 

“AWW, now look what you did, Pinetree,” Bill chided, daring to pet at the bit of hair that peeked out of Mabel’s sweater. “You made your sister cry!”

“Me?” Dipper balked, incredulous. 

A six-fingered hand came down to Dipper's shoulder for a comforting squeeze - and the boy bristled with rage, wrenching himself away and off of the couch. Every inch of Dipper's body was over one with disgust, with anger, with hatred. Just looking at Stanford made him sick.

“I hate you,” Dipper spat, trying to fight the tears welling in his eyes. “You're a monster and you're not my uncle anymore.”

Just for a brief moment, Dipper felt satisfaction at the look of absolute hurt on Stanford's face. Then, he all but dove into his Grunkle Stan's hold, burying his face into his jacket. Stan held him protectively, one hand holding the back of his head and the other rubbing soothing circles into his back. And for a few moments, Dipper can pretend he and Mabel were back at the shack and he'd had a nightmare or something and needed reassurance from his uncle. Something he should have grown out of, something Stan would give him shit for later, but even still, Stan would have let him settle into the recliner and drift off to sleep to the sounds of Gravity Falls’ public access TV.

“Please, he didn't mean it,” Mabel's voice was barely above a whisper as she pleaded. “Don't be mad at him.”

“He's just scared,” Stan added, holding Dipper tight. “We all are.”

“There's no reason to be,” Ford insisted. “Dipper, please, look at me. You're my s- my, my nephew and I love you. None of this is meant to hurt you.”

He sure had a funny way of showing it.

He could hear Bill let out a frustrated groan. “Alright, I think this has gone on LONG ENOUGH.”

In a flash, Dipper was suddenly back on the flesh couch, cuddled up next to his not-so-great uncle Ford. He couldn't bear to look at him, simply staring ahead. At his sister. At the fire. At Cipher.

The triangle spoke. “Now, kid, I get this is a big change and all, but the only reason Gravity Falls and all your little friends have been left untouched is because of your uncle here. I think you should be a little more grateful. That is… Unless you don't want your friends to be safe?”

A sneer overtook Dipper's face. All of the anger boiling inside him threatened to burst out in the form of calling Bill every curse word he knew - and even the ones he didn't. 

But he knew better. Dipper gritted his teeth. “No, I do.”

“Then, I feel an apology is in order!”

“Sorry,” Dipper mumbled noncommittally. 

“Not to ME, Pinetree,” The demon laughed. “Though, I appreciate the thought!”

Dipper let out a shuddering sigh. Slowly, as though just looking in Ford's direction took great effort, he managed to meet his great uncle's eyes. And he had the gall to look condescending. As if Dipper were just a child throwing a tantrum.

He hated him. He hated him more than anything. He couldn't believe he ever believed in him, ever obsessed over his work, ever thought he was great, ever thought he was a hero, ever thought to leave behind his sister to follow someone like him.

“...I'm sorry, Great Uncle Ford,” Dipper spoke robotically. “I didn't mean what I said. I don't hate you. You're still my uncle.”

“ANNND?” Bill egged him on.

“And. I love you.”

Ford had the audacity to smile. To open his arms wide. To ask, “How about a hug?”

Dipper felt he had no choice. As he was wrapped into a hug by the man who'd betrayed his family, betrayed the world, betrayed the universe, Dipper let himself bury his face into Ford's turtleneck. At least he could hide his tears now.

For a second, it felt as if his hat had disappeared from his head. A four-fingered hand ruffled through his locks affectionately. Then, his hat was back in place.

Dipper fought not to be ill.

“Say, how about an ‘I love you’ for your Grunkle Bill, huh?”

…

“Not now? Eh, that's fine! We've got an eternity for you to come around!”

[alastorsfuckassuglyassbob]

Lute crazy as hell, she’s not even obsessed she’s completely…I don’t know, she’s filled with intense malice for this woman, that’s beyond obsession.

Vaggie of course is worried for her girlfriend during this, so she’s reaching out to her, but Lute completely and utterly has her body turned to her her, her eyes glued on to her like prey. It's feral, it's unbridled, like....

Like...Is THIS the face of a sane person- Or idk, angel to YOU?! And yeah, I know the other Exorcists clearly don't treat Vaggie that better, either. None of them are sweet to her, and obviously they wouldn't be...To them, she betrayed them by giving mercy to..."Demon scum" Even though that demon was just a little boy!

Like, yeah...The other Exorcists boo her, they hate her. They want to kill her, but it's really just that...? Why'd Lute take this shit so personal, and to heart, even Adam was shocked at how into it she was, like were they best friends once?? EXES?!!! No, like my mind is genuienly stuck on this, why is she so MAD? Like she's leaking out hatred and malice towards this woman.

Like sis literally TORE out her own FUCKING arm for this lady, look at all that BLOOD, and then she literally still had the energy to charge at Vaggie, and pin her down, trying to start up another fight with her AGAIN!

(Oh shit, I never noticed Adam turned back a few minutes during this moment.) But seriously, back on track. Lute actually got THIS upset, this...This ANGRY. That she was spared instead of getting killed, like what happened to them even?!!! 😭

Like...I hope they shed some light on this in season 2 or something, we get to see flashbacks of Vaggie as an Exorcist, I SERIOUSLY want to see what their relationship was like for Lute to be this feral at her. Like I genuinely think they were EXES. Like did they break up before or a few days before Vaggie spared that child or WHAT?? Why is she so mad. Lute hates demon-kind, she hates Lucifer, she hates Charlie....But not to that amount that she obsesses and feels an intense amount of venom and rage and malice for Vaggie, in like season 3 or 4 whenever she comes back and wants to start a fight again...

It won't be easy...Fortunately though! I know damn well Vaggie will be fighting for love like the last time, which will FUEL her, also...If Lute tries ANYTHING with Vaggie, while Charlie is literally there, like if Charlie isn't anywhere else or stuck, Lute better count her days.

Because Charlie literally DESPISES it when her loved ones are in any danger...

[colourstreakgryffin]

Sorry if this is spoiler-ish!! ;-; But can I request a scenario where the reader, who’s married to Alastor, is having a nightmare where she loses Alastor? This can be after the battle where she almost witnessed Alastor get killed and it haunts her still. Of course with some comfort from the Radio Demon himself at the end :’3

Not spoilerish! I’ve watched the Adam V Alastor fight in full detail and I ABSOLUTELY LOVVEEE this idea! You’re a legit genius, my dear! Thank you so much! Have a wonderful day! First we had big bro Al, then Dad Al, then BF Al, then best friend Al and now, we have best one: husband Al!

Alastor- Staying Here

It’s been happening nonstop for days… days. Weeks. You can’t sleep like this. Every night, the same nightmare but formatted differently like being tortured over and over again but with a different method. It’s almost like that awful angel has re-manifested and is getting back revenge on Alastor by submitting you to night terrors that have been destroying your sleep schedule

Waking up with a nasty shrill of fear and a cold layer of sweat, your body flung upwards with your eyes shooting open after such a terrible dream, tears welling up in them… your beloved husband, Alastor, slept right next to you with his tall deer-like ears twitching. Knowing that he’s still here and not erased by the head exterminator, Adam is such a relief. Especially since that same Angel, Adam himself, is the reason you’ve been having daily nightmares about a violent and gorey erasure scenario of Alastor with Adam. Adam laughing manically, killing off your husband in the most bloody and ruthless way, wounds all over his body, the radio effects dying out…

It’s awful. You can barely sleep and it’s making you deprived of just a single good night

Sobbing under your breath, right next to your seven year husband. Alastor’s ears twitch once more but this time, as a sign to wake up as well for his peacefully unconscious brain. Yawning and stretching out with a long drawn-out radio glitch in literally no time, his broad body sitting up with you leant over and sobbing into your hands. His crimson eyes looked over to you after a bit longer of waking himself up and just like that, he went from wondering what happened to immediately concerned

“Darling… what’s wrong?”

Alastor asks soft and sweet, his radio voice overtone has completely disappeared so his own organic voice is the only thing remaining. He didn’t even get a chance to speak again since you immediately clung onto him and buried your face into his chest, sobbing and crying for him to never leave you. Alastor doesn’t know what’s wrong but he won’t just let his beloved wife suffer

You legit have to sob and hiccup through your words, telling him about every detail of your repetitive nightmares and Alastor’s body tenses up in pure disgust and malice, mainly towards the idea of being erased by Adam, the now long dead head exterminator. He wouldn’t let him put his hands on himself or you, he loves you way too much. Alastor rubs his hands through your hair, letting you cry into his chest until you finally get over it

You need to cry out your fear and feelings until you can be rational and logical to think. Get the emotions out first

Alastor silently waits for you to come back to him, gently pressing your body together with his, one hand on your back to trace through soft shapes and the other stroking gentle brushes through your hair until you can finally just melt in his embrace, calm down and feel safer with your still very alive husband. Yeah, he was quite close to being erased but he escaped and he has recovered from his injury

“My dear, my love. How long has this been going on?” The guilt to lying and not telling Alastor sooner is already eating your heart apart. You just felt too shy to even drop him a hint about your midnight distress since you always assumed he is already too busy with the Hazbin Hotel to be able to prioritise your minor problems. Your nightmare issue isn’t actually a minor problem at all, that’s what you think but Alastor can see, clear as crystal, that this constant nightmare over him thing is breaking your psyche

“S-since it happened…” Alastor’s eyes widen in shock. You’ve been dealing with nightmares on the daily for two weeks?! How did he not even notice?! God, he is so pissed off at himself and just keeps rocking you, gently laying you down and cuddling you, continuing to massaging rubs of your big menacing hands. The wedding band over his left ring finger rubs on the silky thin fabric of your pyjamas and he can feel the wedding band on your own left ring finger clinging onto him like your hands clinging on his waist

Alastor continues to speak, not remaining silent since it may end up making you believe you’re mad at him for staying silent. He isn’t as mad as his body may seem, he is just worried sick for your health and your mental health over these constant nightmares that are driving a wedge inbetween your sleep schedule. His lips drop down and kisses your forehead, keeping up the sweet, caring and loving tone

His husband tone

“Darling, dearest. I am not mad at you, just embrace me and recover. I’ll make those night terrors go away” Alastor continues to comfort you, soft, quiet and sweet. His soft peppery kisses all over your silky-skinned face, your rosy cheeks. Anything to make those streaming tears halt and your now red puffy demonic eyes. He loves you and he has been neglecting this very serious issue. It’s now his job, as your loyal longtime husband, to take care of you

How grateful you are that Alastor is always right next to you and the nightmares you deal with will never be reality. He’s safe, you’re safe and he is going to be holding your hand through your recovery process

“Would you like to go out and get some fresh air with me?”

[zweetdreamzz]

‘MY POOR DOLL, ALL STRUNG UP IN MY WEB ~’

there was always one position that any woman Dressrosa would kill for. Being one of Doflamingo’s maids, hell even being allowed in his presence was good enough for them, who wouldn’t love the supposed bastard after all? He was tall, handsome, and rich as gold. His wealth and looks made up for his personality at least, because dragons and warlords alike be damned if he wasn’t a disgusting man.

And among the many women that Doffy picked to be his ‘babies’ you just had to be one of them. And it’s not like it was easy being the odd one out from his relationships, maybe he just liked having something different to bully? You were bigger than the rest of the girls after all. A softer body than the usually slim woman he’d seek out pleasure in. And maybe it was a good thing? You always saw what those poor girls went through in the aftermath. They were always covered in bite marks, the red skin barely healing from where his fingernails dug in their skin.

And every time you saw them walk by with a limp in their step you can’t help but thank your lucky stars that you were nothing but fodder to Doflamingo. The man was a demon as expected, and you had to meet that demon. And god did Doffy just love how you looked right now, the dim lighting of candle wax illuminating your plush body was just beautiful.

His smile was sickening. He was peering down at you almost like you were nothing but a doll on display for him, a pretty doll, caught in his hands that he wanted to play with, to absolutely ruin. And he was determined to ruin you by tonight, even by force. And his craftsmanship on his strings showed it, your body was wrapped around in strings. The silk lines working deep red marks etched into you as your breasts bulged out from the tight binding of his strings, your soft belly was exposed as his fingers gently graced the edges of your body.

Doffy’s fingers got closer to your breasts as a proud smile worked on his lips, his words were sweet with malice as he gently groped your belly. “Aw, too much for yea? We got all night to build that resilience up sweetheart. Better be ready~”

Small little doffy story I made since ‘m lowkey trying to think what I should do for my small series, like UGH I wanna make a my lover!boy Sanji fic… hope it’s good enough >.<

[strangelittlestories]

I had felt the god stalking me for days before it finally appeared.

It was a twilight kind of god. When the sun began to go down, the sunset was swollen with malice, a vivid scar across the horizon. Then the stars would come out too early and too many, like a hundred times a hundred spiders staring down with explosions for eyes.

In times gone by, I would have prepared for the god's arrival. I would have laid wards across my doors and windows and peppered them around town, so I would always have a place of power nearby. I would have fashioned godkillers out of sycamore wood and carried a sprig of burning mistletoe.

But I had learned, by then, that preparing for war is the surest way to find it. And I no longer liked leaving my power squirreled away in pockets of the world, where it could curdle. I settled, instead, for the power I could carry in my skin and my dreams.

When the god emerged, it seemed... confused.

It emerged from the community hearth fire, in the centre of the town. It was made of embers wrapped in smoke, riding the sweet evening breeze like a wildfire surfing on a water dragon.

I walked out to meet it.

"Worship unto you, deity," I said, tasting woodsmoke on my tongue, "I do not believe you are a god of mine, but you are kin to gods of mine. I will give you praise if you give me a name to honour."

"This one is Slow Death of Embers. This one is a fragment of vengeance and a sliver of justice. We were promised sacrifice and they made this one to collect."

"Hail to you, Slow Death of Embers. May you always find prayer and keep your agreements. What sacrifice were you promised?"

"You," it replied, "But also not you."

"Who was it who offered me to your fires? I will see if I can fulfil their bargain.

"Too many names. Living. Dead. Those you have wronged. Those you crushed with boot and will."

A dream of violence reared up hissing in my mind, ready to burst forth into the world. I thanked it for its service and bid it wander home, instead.

"They have just reason to ask this of you." I put a mental wall between the inside of my skull and any other dreams too eager to come to my defense. "If I am who you seek, I will walk with you into the fire."

"You are. You are not. You bear the name. You bear the sin." A flare of cinder sparks gave the impression of a nose being wrinkled, perplexed. "You do not bear the shape. What are you?"

"I am just a person. A sack of skin holding blood and history." I took the god's smoke-wrought hand in mine and squeezed. My palm tingled with a dozen tiny scorch marks. "I think, deity, there is too much of both those things between the person you seek and the person I am. Time and choice have made it so I am not that person anymore. However, that person still lives in my shadow. I feel them there curled up in there, with their claws hooked like burrs in my memory."

"You are not the sacrifice. But you contain the sacrifice."

"I carry that person with me. I will do so always."

"You will walk with me to the fire. You will burn the sacrifice from your shadow. The now-you will walk away."

I stiffened. A dream of demons battling with icy spears puffed up its spikes in my head, I bid it hold but did not dismiss it.

"I cannot do that, deity. The thing that sleeps in the penumbra of me is in my care. I am responsible for it. It is both burden and charge." I tightened my grip on the god's hand. "But if you wish it, we will both walk into the fire with you. For your sacrifice is not unearned."

The god was silent for a long moment, then, "We will go into the fire. But you will not burn. Not yet. You will stay with me. The sun will go down on us like a mountainfall. We will be dust and we will understand each other. Then this one will decide."

I probably should have taken time to think about this. I did not.

"Let us go then. For I have always been wanton for understanding."

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cw: dead dove do not eat. horror. love as consumption (bad). cannibalism. true form sukuna. reader with female pronouns.

Uraume doesn’t like you, hasn’t from the very second they met you, and never will. 

Uraume doesn’t like a lot of people, especially not any of the wives, and you’ve once wondered if the way that wives get disposed of when they’ve outlived their duty has anything to do with their own specific…recommendations, but it’s all moot point. All that matters is that Uraume hates you particularly, possibly because you are the favorite, but not favored concubine, and it has nothing to do with envy or malice, it’s something far deeper than that.

Uraume is actually smiling, a severe upturn of both corners of their thin lips that crinkles their eyes and looks painfully unnatural, as though imitated from a painting with minimal practice, when the heavy, padded doors that carry out your confinement finally unseal. 

Light floods the dark room and blinds your eyes practically. You’re not sure what time it is; it’s been hours since you’ve been locked within these four walls, and you don’t remember the last time water or food has graced your lips. It must be over a day you think, typical of the punishments he doles out to you because despite the fact that he acts severe, in some small way he does truly dote on you. After all, it’s been a year and you’ve yet to be digested or maimed, all of your limbs present down to the fingers and toes, skin unmarred, both eyes still able to look at Uraume in the face and piss them off, lips and tongue still pleasing to the demon’s scarlet eyes and hard at work in the depths of night.

Uraume lowers their eyes as they approach you, then bows. It’s ridiculous that Sukuna makes them do this, a mockery even, because you’re both slaves to that demon’s wit and power and you know intuitively that even if Uraume is poised as subservient to you, they are of far more use and necessity than you are. Warm bodies are a dime a dozen, even if you’ve managed to convince the owner of the harem that your pussy is particularly pleasing. Either way, right now, he’s mad at you, and while you have not died, your starving stomach turns at the same time as it growls, disorganized like a thrashing tantruming child, and your brain wants to entice you to vomit, even if your mouth is watering.

Uraume thinks it’s particularly hilarious to see you like this, frenzied as the wafting smell of the food they’ve brought you hits your nostrils and they flare like a beast. 

Perhaps it hasn’t been just a day. Perhaps longer. Your breathing is deep and straggled as you hold your arms around your growling stomach, and try to collect yourself into a kneeling position, lacking the strength to stand. 

“Princess,” Uraume says mockingly. Sukuna does not require them to call you this, wouldn’t dare call you this in front of him, but they are doing it now grinning as they present the tray to you. 

The food smells contradictorily heavenly, and you hate that such an evil human being (if you can call them that) is such a good cook. The savory aroma can practically put you in a frenzy, almost as powerful as the desire that swells up inside you when you’re filled with Sukuna’s ample presence, but you know better.

This isn’t the first time. You know better.

“Eat.”

Uraume’s tray practically drops in front of you, and you reflexively clamor towards it. An ornate assortment, dressed in red. Red wine, red meat, red, red, red. Red strawberries fed to you by candlelight as your body was stretched to the limit, palms pressed against Sukuna’s chest, pushed into your mouth, skewered by the point of a clawed finger. Sweet juices running down your chin, your slick running down the shaft of Sukuna’s cocks, saliva pooling in your drooling mouth. 

You can’t eat this, but you are so, so hungry.

“Who is it?” you venture to ask, but your voice only comes out as a hoarse rasp.

Uraume snorts.

“Does it matter? You’ll still feed like a dog.”

As they berate you, you’re already hand in plate, forgoing any utensils, eating rabidly. The meat has a sweet aftertaste to it, again like the strawberries you covet from him. You gorge yourself, Uraume watching with a sneer, in part disgusted, in part entertained.

Uraume doesn’t have to remind you that the cup you use to force down the bolus of food you’ve just taken in is blood diluted thinly. The irony aftertaste is barely perceptible when you’re this ravenous. Tears run through the corner of your eyes as you continue to eat. Uraume’s food is an orgasmic experience, you’re always moved, no matter what they prepare. You’d eat by the mouthfuls, drink by the gallons if you were allowed to.

Funny how you’re only allowed this experience when you misbehave.

Uraume stands in wait as you continue to bite and chew and swallow and sigh, then shakes their head. 

“Do you still want to know?” they ask finally, once the plate has been licked clean. Your face is tearstained but your belly is full, and in a couple more hours you can leave to service your master once again. As a treat.

Perhaps he’ll feed you something sweet again. Perhaps not strawberries this time, perhaps something that’s no longer red, something with a myriad of colors along with a complexity of taste. You’ve only been shrouded in darkness for the past few days after all, you’d love some light.

Now that the food is gone, you don’t want to think anymore.

“No,” you whisper, trying to contain the moroseness in your voice.

Uraume snorts.

“Remember that child you smiled at?” they start, anyway. You reflexively cover your ears and Uraume won’t force your hands down, they know you’ll hear them anyway. “In the courtyard, on your daily trip. You’re supposed to keep your eyes straight ahead, remember princess? You wanted this opportunity, didn’t you?”

You curl into a ball but Uraume would like it if you crumbled. The food was delicious, you do not have to know where it came from. He would have eaten that child anyway. It doesn’t matter if it was you. You are but part of the whole. A small part. The whole is Sukuna. The evil is him.

The smile is back on Uraume’s face - perhaps they will get that practice after all.

“I’ll be back shortly to clean you up for tonight’s service. I’ll leave the gate open. Enjoy the fresh air.”

The fact that all the food doesn’t come back up as fast as it went down is proof enough that you are no longer being reprimanded, you are being trained.

[lilcawdy]

Poison and Lavender

Lucanis x Crow!Rook

Here's a small appetizer of what I'm working on in response to my headcanon, this is my first time posting a fic ever so any feedback is appreciated!

(my she/her elf Crow Rook that I have not named yet)

“Bitter and sweet, right? Like a kiss goodbye?” Rook couldn’t help but tease him, “So. What would a first kiss be?”

Lucanis was used to light teasing and flirting from clients, it helped with business. But this felt different. It wasn’t familiar; it was new and before he knew what he was saying, it was already too late. 

“Honey and lavender cream. Sweet, intriguing…” Mierda. That was too obvious. He heard Spite’s low laugh in the back of his mind. It was his fault after all. Lucanis thought back to the first time he met Rook back in the Ossuary, the first sweet and intriguing voice he had heard since being imprisoned, and the scent to match according to Spite.

Flashback:

Nothing. What else was there? He had thought it all - revenge, tactics, recipes. And now? Nothing. Lucanis sat patiently in his crystal prison, eyes closed, waiting for something. Or nothing he wasn’t sure. Even Spite was quiet for once, that damn demon. 

“Smells like…”

Well, that didn’t last long.

“Poison. And Lavender” 

Poison? The lavender didn’t confuse him much - maybe one of the Venatori guards was trying a new perfume, but why poison? Then he felt it, the magic stopped. He heard voices, and for once him and Spite agreed on something: it was an opening, and it was time.

“I’m guessing you’re the reason we’re here.”

That voice. Mierda, that damn voice. It wasn’t harsh or filled with malice of any kind. It was… sweet? There was no poison in her voice.

“Who are you? Who sent you?” 

He searched the elf up and down, noticing the leather and knives similar to his own. Was she a Crow? 

It was when she moved closer that he realized what Spite had meant. He could smell the Lavender of course, it was such a strong and heavenly scent. But there was something else, something hidden, that he picked up thanks to his possession. Honey. Oh this one was smart, she was using poisonous honey and covering the scent with Lavender.

“My name’s Rook. House de Riva. I’m here to bring you home.” 

Lucanis never would have guessed that he was already there the moment she spoke. Her voice had become his home.

[giggly-squiggily]

💕 Candy Heart Valentine Event 2025! 💕

Heyo everyone! We're back at it again for the 2025 Candy Heart Valentine Event! :D I'm so excited to see what you've got in store this year! :D Thank you all for enjoying this event as much as I do- it's just so FUN!

Rules and sentence starters below the cut!

~Rules~

-Please check my pinned post for character restrictions and boundaries!

Puffs (Candy Hearts/Sentence Starters) will be open today (Jan 26) to Feb 13 10pm EST.

-Candy Hearts will start coming out Feb 1!

-Send me a sentence starters from the list below and a character(s) and I'll write a 300-500 word dabble for it!

-Can be tickles or non-tickles! Please specify which you'd like in your ask!

-I will write X-Reader!

-Can be romantic, platonic, or familial- please specify in your ask!

-I'd say the limit is around five? I'll let you know if that changes as the event goes on!

-Some fandoms may and will close- I will let you know what's still open and what's not!

~Candy Hearts~

❤️ Be Mine: “Oh that is IT! Come here!”

🧡 Miss You: “Don’t cry- give me a smile!”

💛 True Love: “I could do this all day.”

💚 Cutie: “You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!"

💙 XOXO: “Hey, do you like raspberries?”

💜 Angel: “What happens if I do this?”

❤️ I love you: "What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish."

🧡 Bestie: Requester’s choice: Pick your own sentence starter!

💛 Sweet Heart: “Are you ticklish?”

💚 Cupid: “I’m gonna get you!”

💗 Say Yes: “Hey did you- give that back!"

💙 Smile: “I didn’t know you were ticklish here!”

💜 Hug: “I just want a hug!”

❤️ Darling: “Do you want me to tickle you?”

🧡 Love bug: “What’s so funny?”

💛 Soul Mate: “Not there? What about here?”

💚 Sweet Pea: “Is this a bad spot?”

💙 Adore: “I haven't even touched you yet!"

💜 Kiss me: “Do you want me to stop?”

❤️ Me + You: “No way! Since when were you this ticklish?”

🧡 Always and Forever: “Look how red you are! How cute!”

💛 I’m Yours: “You like being tickled, don’t you?”

💚 Puppy love: “Where are those giggles I love so much?”

💙 Only You: "Stop squirming!"

💜 Hot Stuff: “Come over here and make me!”

🩷 Be My Valentine: "I know all your weaknesses!"

❤ It's Love: "Hey could You...You Know?"

🧡 Babydoll: "Keep your arms up!"

~Fandoms~

-Big Windup

-Black Clover

- Blue Lock (Anime)

- Bungo Stray Dogs

- Buddy Daddies

-Cafe Enchante

-Code Realize

-Collar x Malice

-Chainsaw Man (Anime + Around Chapter 72 I think?)

-Cupid Parasite

-Danganronpa THH, SDR2 , V3

-Dr. Stone

-Death Note

-Demon Slayer

-Fire Force

-Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

-Fruits Basket

-Given

-Haikyuu!!

-Heartstopper

-Hell’s Paradise

-Hunter x Hunter (Up To Greed Island Arc)

-Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure Parts 2-6 (Anime)

-Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime + Movie)

-Moriarty The Patriot

-My Hero Academia

-Piofiore: Fated Memories

-Pokemon (Games)

-SK8 the infinity

-Spy x Family

-Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

-Tokyo Revengers

-Tengoku Struggle: Strayside

-Vinland Saga (Mainly Season 2)

-Virche Evermore: Error Salvation (Up to La Salute)

-Wind Breaker (Anime)

-Yu Yu Hakushou

-9 RIP

That should be it! Lemme know if y'all have any questions! I'm so excited! :D Happy Candy Hearts!

[ghostlyspiderlily]

Bea Relationships

Stone And Bea

Bea: “He’s so annoying! I hate the fact that he’s a drunk too, it gives me bad memories. Yes, I know, it’s not actually alcohol, but he can still get drunk off it so it counts in my book! But still.. when I overheard him talking about running away when he was young… I get jealous. Jealous that he was able to see the malice in his parents while I couldn’t… Whatever. He’s dumb.”

Stone: “I don’t understand why she’s always disliked it. She always acted rude towards me, so obviously I adapted and acted back. I’m innocent in this.Nim says that “I just don’t understand her” but she doesn’t even give me the chance to understand her. She’s a bitch. She’s like that nepo baby.”

Skipp And Bea

Bea: “He’s a really sweet guy. He always knows what to say to cheer others up. Truly too good for this town. I wish I could be like him. I remember he would be one of the people who would pick Stone up from our tavern when he became drunk and delirious. I appreciate him for that, because I didn’t wanna carry his ass out. I’d always sneak him some free fries as a reward. I just hope he doesn’t stop being friends with me now that I can’t provide that luxury anymore.”

Skipp: “Bea is really sweet! She’s so nice. I don’t get why her and Stone don’t get along well, she’s always been sweet to me, giving us food and stuff. That really counted when we were certain we would be eating Converse tonight. I actually had a bit of a crush on her for a small moment in time? But then I found out she was a lesbian. That’s okay though! She’s still an amazing best friend!”

Vinnie And Bea

Bea: “She’s so cool and strong… I can’t help but be filled with awe every time I see her knock out a Lootbag with her trusty dagger. She’s also a great listener and has a good sense of humor. I know that if I’m ever in a sticky situation, she’ll be there to cover for me. I’m happy to have a friend like her now that I’m on the streets.”

Vinnie: “Nice girl, but she could use some self confidence. She lets people walk all over her like a doormat. I don’t mind speaking up for her when she doesn’t have the courage to say it herself, but eventually she needs to learn to grow a backbone. Other than that, she’s a good friend and is good at making people feel better.”

Nemo And Bea

Bea: “Mmm, I’ve seen them a couple times when I walk through Entertainment Square. They’re the teal clown, right? Yeah, they seem really fun. Managing to entertain Lootbags is a tough feet, and I respect them for being able to do that.”

Nemo: “The girl with the ginger hair dyed purple at the ends, right? Yeah, I’ve seen her walking by a couple times. Her style is sick as hell, reminds me of one of my coworkers, Rosa. I can’t help but feel as if I know her from somewhere….”

 Pebble And Bea

Bea: “Never seen him but I’ve heard that he is Stone’s candy trip demon or whatever. Those things are assholes, but I don’t mind him being an asshole to Stone. So if he torments Stone like I’ve heard, he’s a friend in my books.”

Pebble: “I’ve heard Stone whine and moan about her a couple times, saying that she dumped his Monster out or sold his shoes. I think it’s quite funny, to be honest. She sounds cool. I’d love to meet her. It would totally funny to gang up on Stone with her.”

Rigel And Bea

Bea: “Yes, Rigel may be arrogant and teasing, but I respect the fact that he is able to be that way. I always love seeing the poems he wrote and sometimes I buy a paper just so that he can get some extra coin. Newspapers are too much of a bore for me to read, so at least Rigel doesn’t seem to give a shit about ‘em. A great friend! His brother is a bit too eccentric for my taste though…”

Rigel: “She’s one of the good ones in this shitty town. She always listens to me when I talk to her and I appreciate her patronage. She also appreciates my, ahem, “emo poetry,” so she’s super cool. Even so, the girl is fun to mess with though, she always flushes and blubbers like a seal, it’s amusing to watch her flounder about. Still, she’s a good friend.”

Cen And Bea

Bea: “Some people may think that Rigel and Cen are identical both physically and emotionally, they aren’t. Because one: Rigel has pointy ears and a mole under his right eye while Cen has round ears and a mole under his left eye. Also Cen has those sharp teeth. It’s not that hard. But also, Cen is way more extroverted. I can handle Rigel’s teasing, but sometimes it feels like he’s trying to bully me. Even so, I can’t hate him, because he’s Rigel’s brother.”

Cen: “Rigel likes her…. What do you mean I have to say more? Ugh. But yeah, her and my lil bro are besties or whatever. I’d think that they were an item if I didn’t know Bea was a girlkisser. Anyways, she can’t be terrible if Rigel likes her. Shes fun to bully though because she just takes it. But then I kinda just feel bad.”

Dante And Bea

Bea: “He’s like a father figure to me… my mother and him went on a date and he apparently felt sorry for me after seeing how my mother treated me, so he gave me his phone number. After I became a Scrap, he lets me stay the night at his place because I’m too scared to sleep alone on the streets yet. I’m thankful for his kindness everyday.”

Dante: “My daughter. She’s a real sweet kid and I wish she’d be able to see that in herself. My bar always has a space for her to stay. Her mother is kinda a bitch though.”

Ditch And Bea

Bea: “…”

Ditch: “Oh, lil’ miss goody two shoes huh? Don’t tell her I told you, but we used to date. Yeah, despite the fact she was a major people pleaser, she sure did have a nice body. Then we had a fight after she saw me kill an innocent Scrap and we broke up, and apparently she’s a lesbian now. Maybe that explains why she always seemed uncomfortable kissing me.”

Avrille And Bea

Bea: “Her big candy shop looks really cool. But, I’d never buy anything because I don’t do drugs. From what I’ve heard, she’s kind of a bitch. I dont plan on becoming a lab rat so I’ll keep my distance, thanks. Other than that, not much else to say. She seems fine enough for now, but that’ll change if she ever does anything to me.”

Avrille: “I don’t talk to edgy lesbian children.”

Maroon And Bea

Bea: “So cool… I saw her in my bar once with Tre and she looked super badass. The couple of times I talked with her she’s been really friendly, and gives good advice. She’s like a mentor to me. I want to be a cool person like Maroon one day.”

Maroon: “The girl has stars in her eyes every time she looks at me. She’s a sweet girl, super polite and respectful. She could learn to speak up for herself more and express her opinion, because I enjoy hearing her thoughts and others should to. Shame we don’t get to talk as much now that she’s a Scrap.”

Tre And Bea

Bea: “Its best to keep my distance from him now that I’m a Scrap. I’d rather not end up in a jail cell on a Monday morning. I’m scared of getting imprisoned by him, but he’s also… not that intimidating? Maroon is, but with Tre alone, it’s just like.. some theatre kid. I wonder why he’s even in this line of work.”

Tre: “She used to talk to Maroon a lot. It was annoying cause Maroon would just stand there and give “live laugh love” type advice while we were on the job! Hello, there were criminals out there to find! But apart from being a nuisance, she didn’t seem horrible. I kind of miss her now that she doesn’t come up to Maroon anymore, cause now I don’t get to see Maroon smile for once.”