#y-glam

[veggiechannel]

Vestirsi in modo etico ed ecologico, scegliendo capi di abbigliamento realizzati in tessuti vegani ed ecosostenibili è possibile, scopriamo insieme quali sono.

[ping-ski]

speak no evil, see no evil, hear... all evil???

@lilakwii i hope u enjoy this little gift since u like sun so much hehe :3

LDR belongs to @spadillelicious !

[biblically-accurate-dca]

super disorganized sketch page because i do what i want

[hollywoodroses]

week five: role-play

It’s a flight attendant/passenger role-playing game

mdni

You had been dating Slash, the lead guitarist of Guns N’ Roses for five years. After the lack of romance in your life with him you decided to spice up your sex life with a role-playing game.

You are currently on tour with Slash on your private jet. The perfect place to join the mile-high club. Slash agreed and gave his personal flight attendant some vacation time so you’ll both have privacy.

Today was your turn to be the fight attendant. You are currently at the bar mixing a drink for your boyfriend. You are glad his kids are away at boarding school, giving them some space from the crazy celebrity lifestyle. At the end of the day, you want to protect them.

Unbeknownst to Slash you long for a child of your own. You hope this sexy encounter will give his sons a baby sister. Once the drink is ready, you walk over to where your passenger is sitting.

“Your drink, Mr. Slash.” You say with a wink.

Along with the drink was a card that simply said, ‘wanna join the club?’ When Slash took the drink and card, you slowly walk to the back of the plane and enter the washroom. If you planned this correctly, it won’t take long for him to come.

Slash felt a little uneasy after taking a sip of the drink you made for him. Did you slip something inside it? He would never know, he just knew that he needed to wash the growing sweat off his face. He wasted no time in walking towards the washroom where you are waiting for him.

Once Slash enters the cubicle, you pull him into a kiss. He seemed a little out of it so you decided to be a bit daring. You lift your mini skirt and rub your bare clit against his jeans.

That was not enough, you needed to feel Slash inside you. You unbuckle and unzip his jeans and pull his boxers down. Once he is as naked as you are, he puts his hand on your breast that is covered by your sheer blouse. As he feels you up, you take this opportunity to push yourself inside him. When you are both comfortable, regardless of the small space, you start to grind against each other. You look down and watch his member get lost in your pussy as you moan like a whore. It doesn’t take long for you to both climax due to the dirty sight you just saw.

“Thank you, daddy.” You say as Slash looks at you cluelessly. He couldn’t tell that it was an inside message as you could already feel his sperm in your womb.

end

[silkythewriter]

Hi there! Can I please have a metal family, dee x fem reader?

Reader is a ditzy but polite girl who has a soft spot for dee and his shenanigans, while also being a safe space for him. Its like a little cute fluff thing between them and dee starts catching huge feelings for reader. Tysm!!!

꧁Dee x fem reader <3꧂

Summary: Dee crushing on a cute reader!!

Small warning!: Sorry for any typos, spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes!! I also apologize if he’s out of character I haven’t watched metal family in a hot minute!

Small note!: Like said in warnings I haven’t re watched metal family in a bit but I hope this is still accurate!!

Fandom!: Metal family!!

Daily song suggestion!:

He genuinely enjoyed your company! Sometimes he would feel his heart go fast while around you but he would try blaming it on adrenaline from the coffee he had to drink that morning… we all know that’s a lie 💀

Once his brother heavy pointed out the obvious to him Dee was scared and a bit happy at the same time sense he hadn’t had a crush on someone for awhile , he had many mixed emotions to say the least

Once he built up courage he started doing what normal dose and tries planning and making a plan of how to make you like him and how to ask you out, which failed to say the least considering you already liked him but he didn’t know

His way of “flirting” was offering to do your homework and help you cheat/study in exams, you didn’t even notice what he was doing cause you thought he just wanted to be nice

He always over thinks about stuff cause he doesn’t want to accidentally make a fool of himself infront of You

Sometimes when he loosens around you he loves showing you his favorite songs and genres! In these rare moments he trusts you with stuff, sometimes he even vents to you but he quickly stops if you show any signs of discomfort and apologizes in embarrassment, but if you do comfort him he only falls harder for you and your personality

You have to be the one to confess I feel cause whenever he tries too his brain goes into mush and just freezes up so he just looks like a maniac trying to explain why he called you over

When you do finally confess to him after his brother broke it too you (he’s not the best at keeping secrets☠️) that he likes you, Dee will be a blushing mess before quickly straightening himself out and putting his chill mask on while absolutely freaking out with worry and excitement in his head

After you guys finally got together heavy was ecstatic about it when you guys did tell him he just said “finally!” While smiling at you two

Be prepared to get pulled in fights with Dee and heavy mostly about which one right, it’ll usually play out like this: “Y/n!!” Heavy screamed out “Hm?”you answered turning you attention from your phone to him “Who’s right me or Dee?” Heavy said pointing at his brother and himself “Oblivious me dumbass, water is wet cause it a liquid” Dee explained while pitching the bridge of his nose as he shook his head “But how can it be wet I’d it’s not wetting anything?!?!” Heavy said grasping his hair, you only chuckled at their bickering and shenanigans before patting heavy’s head “heavy I don’t think there’s a wrong or right answer too it” you said ruffling his hair “how does that work??” He said “my brain hurts from all this thinking I’m gonna go get lunch” he said running off, you looked back at Dee who only shook his head and walked over to you with a sigh “ sorry for his stupidity”, you only chuckled before kissing his cheek and walking off leaving a flustered Dee trying to keep up with you

Dee usually only comes to you for comfort really your a safe spot for him, he doesn’t trust many people so your really the only person he trusts and makes him really feel comfortable

When you guys first started dating he wasn’t really use to physically affection, but after a while he warms up to it even sometimes asking for it, of course he only drops hints he never says it outloud

Sometimes he lets you play with his hair or message his scalp which he honestly adores 😭 he finds it relaxing at how soft you are with him and how comforting your movements feel to him, when he’s around you he drops his guard a bit and doesn’t really notices it, but he feels much more at home with you

This man melts at any kisses or touch you give him let alone complements he literally sometimes just stands still while he lights up redder then winter decorations while his brain tries to understand what you just said and how to react

Overall this man has fallen head over heels for you and would honestly Do anything for your approval and love, he absolutely adores you and loves being around you ♥(⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)♥

Thanks anon for the request!! I love metal family and I’m actually planning to rewatch it this weekend!! (-v-)♡ I honestly love this fandom!! Anyway I hope you enjoyed please request again!! (´v`ʃƪ)

[crimsonmoon17]

Favorite set of twins

[eternal-cupido]

Hi! May I please request some dating head canons for Chive from Metal Family? If so, thank you so much and if not no pressure!

Hi! Of course! Thank you so much for the ask! Hope you enjoy!

To start, Chive isn't very romantic and probably will never be.

You two probably met somewhere causal

Maybe you were a regular at his shop, or you two met at a local bar one night

After he finally decided to approach you, you two hit it off immediately

It took a while for you to be able to read him at all, with his constant "joke" flirting

he has a very flirtatious personality in general

This might actually become a point of contention and jealousy later in the relationship

He moves pretty quickly in relationships, including yours

despite that, he's a very accommodating and understanding partner

He's always wanting to take you on little "dates" (aka dragging you along with him wherever he goes)

He tries to act all nonchalant and casual about the relationship in public (and fails) but is literally obsessed with everything you do

constantly attached to you at the hip

loves quality time

he cannot keep his hands off of you ever

he always is holding onto your waist and shoulders

loves playing with your hair and is surprisingly good at styling it

[alex-is-weird-666]

Dee x Fem!Reader (Metal Family)

♥️Chapter 6♥️

  "Why did you have to say that Y/nnnn..."

  "Quit whining Heavy," Dee said.

  Y/n just walked up the stair with them, each step made her wish she could sink deeper into the floor. The outburst earlier had created a fit of giggles from the lady she now knows as "Vicky". And let out a chuckle from both men, her uncle and "Glam". With that humiliation, she was now forced to hang out with the boys in their room. (Preferably Dee's as it was cleaner said Mr. Glam)

  She had also learned the boys' names were Dee and Heavy.

  She then noticed that the boys stopped in front of a door. Heavy turned around and let out a crooked smile as he pointed toward the door.

  "Dee's room is connected to mine so we first have to enter through mine to get to his!"

  Y/n shyly smiled as she peered from the corner of her eyes. Dee seemed to be observing her but had not reacted to her. She wondered if his mouth was still injured from the other day.

  "Come on in!" Heavy gleefully said as he entered the room.

  To Y/n's surprise, his room didn't smell (Unlike him) and also was pretty clean except for the mess of clothes piled up in random spots.

  As Heavy led her to another doorway Dee stepped in front of Heavy to block him.

  "Who said I gave you permission to enter my room?"

  "Hey, dad said that he preferred us to take Y/n to your room!"

  As they argued, Y/n peered over into Dee's room.

  "Oh is that a Hellsing poster."

  Both boys stopped, Heavy turned around with a frown on his face.

  "You watch anime?" He questions.

  "Yes, actually I have some Attack on Titan figures back at home," Y/n said as she smiled brightly. Heavy stuck out his tongue before stating, "Anime is childish!"

  Y/n frowned as Dee sighed and stepped aside welcoming Y/n into his room. Hiding her curiosity she entered his room and admired some anime figures and posters he had.  

  "Oh, you're a fan of Death Note and Attack on Titan?"

  "Yes."

  "Who's your favorite character in Death Not-"

  Suddenly someone cut into their conversation, "Nerd talkkkk" Heavy shouted.

  "I'll rather be a nerd than be a dumbass," Y/n replied with a deadpanned look.  

  "Hey, I'm not a dumbass!"

  She then turned to continue the conversation with Dee as it seemed he wasn't in a bad mood. For an hour they spoke about their shared interest as well as about each other. She had then learned that his favorite character in Death Note was Ryuk, how he just liked how makeup looked on him and had no particular reason to wear it, and his favorite bands included the Black veil brides.

 "Y/n c'mon let's go play a video game!" Heavy loudly whined. Y/n chuckled as she stood up from Dee's bed and stretched. "Might as well"

  Heavy cheered before sticking his tongue out at Dee who just grumbled. Heavy then grabbed Y/n's hand dragging her away. Y/n looked behind her curious to see what Dee was gonna do when she noticed him pull out his phone and message someone intently. All she could see before being dragged away from his room was the profile picture of the person he was messaging.

  It looked like a scary cat.

  "What do you wanna play!"

  Snapping back to what she was about to do, she glanced over at Heavy before letting out a devious smile.

  "How about a horror game?"

  "What...?" Heavy gulped.

  Through the conversation with Dee, she had learned quite a few things about Heavy including his dislike for horror...

  "Oh sorry, it might be a bit too scary for you..."

  "Nothing scares me! Except for mom of course..."

  "Great then let's play!"

  Eventually, she and Heavy chose a game and started playing. She took Heavy's offer of chips and calmly ate them as she watched Heavy jump for every scare in the game. Glancing over at Heavy a few thoughts wandered into her mind. Is this what it's like to have a younger brother?

  Hearing some movement from Dee's doorway she glanced over to see Dee walk into the room to watch them play.

  "AAAAAH SHIT!"

  Heavy shouted as he jumped up and dropped his remote to cover his eyes.

  "Is it still there."

  "Pfft-"

  He peeked through his finger and saw Y/n and Dee holding in their laughter. Y/n looked away trying to cover the obvious amusement she was displaying.

  "Hey, at least I don't watch my little pony" Heavy shot at Dee.

  "Hey, I don't watch that stuff!"

  "PFFT HAHAHAHA..."

  They both looked over at Y/n who was rolling on the bed with laughter.

  Then both boys heard a silent laughter coming from the doorway. There stood Y/n's uncle ready to burst out in laughter had he had to witness both scenes.

   "C'mon Y/n it's time to go."

  "Coming!" Y/n said wiping her tear before following her uncle.

  "Bye guys see you at school!" She waved.

  "Bye Y/n!" Heavy shouted letting out a contagious smile and Dee just silently rose his hand to wave her off. Even with that slight gesture, Y/n could still see that slight smile lingering on his lips as she turned to follow her uncle.

  Leaving the house after bidding farewell to Mr. Glam and Ms. Vicky, her uncle hopped onto his motorbike and placed his helmet on his head. Y/n hopped behind her uncle and put on her helmet. Uncle Jack swiftly turned his head towards her, "See it wasn't that bad...though those boys were...interesting..."

  "Yeah...interesting..."

  "I mean who knows one of them might be your future husband and you just don't know it yet." Her uncle said winking at her while chuckling.

  "U-uncle!" Y/n stuttered as she felt her ears heat up a bit.

  "Aww, c'mon you can't take a joke?"

  "You know I hate those jokes..."

  "You're right."

  Still, Y/n couldn't help but take one last look at the spooky house. I wouldn't mind coming back here again...

[neriyon]

Glamtober - Day 1: On the Road

Iridescent Acton of Aiming

Wayfarer's Fingerless Gloves

Bridesmaid's Tighs (Soot Black)

Ishgardian Thighboots (Soot Black)

Wayfarer's Earcuff

[niko-baka]

my ideal look can be summed up to "robert smith if he slayed"

[pangolinheart]

Take My Hand

| Two of my fav shots from my Red Mage gpose shoot! Another exhibit in my "Z'rhiki Should Be the Leading "Man" in a Takarazuka Revue" case. Or at least the romantic lead in a Sailor Moon-type anime. Look at the rainbows! The sparkles! The panache! |

[veggiechannel]

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[evillillad]

Your AU Howdy listens to Depechemode doesn't he?(/vpos)

oh ABSOLUTELY he does, loves the old school goth. its a nice break from all the hard loud metal. his fav song is personal jesus.

i was thinking he was a bit older, between 32-38 ish so he's into older stuff. not by much but maybe its what he grew up listening to and it just stuck.

ps i almost went to go see depeche mode during their recent tour but i couldnt work it out so i just wallowed.

[seven-circlllxs]

Into the Pit {Muse Masterlist}

NOTE: Muses may use neopronouns, but writing partners may default to he/she/they/it terms if they find those easier to use!

NOTE 2: Muses are heavily influenced by headcanons, some of which are listed in their bios!

Alastor - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Asexual Aromantic

Name: Alastor

Nicknames: Al, The Radio Demon, Bambi [Do not use this unless you want to endure bodily harm : ) ]

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 38 at death (Died 1933)

Birthday: September 19th (Virgo)

Height: 7'0"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Presents Male

Pronouns: He/Him, It/Its, Static/Staticself, Radio/Radioself, Deer/Deerself, Loa/Loaself, Veve/Veveself

Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic

Occupation: Overlord of Hell, Charitable Patron of the Happy Hotel, Broadcaster

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Alastor has always been a bit of a mystery to the other Overlords in hell, and nearly every sinner has a story explaining his arrival and the source of his immense power.

Not one of them has come even halfway close to the truth.

When he was alive, he tried and failed several times to secure a job as a radio announcer in his home city of New Orleans. It was in the damp, boggy woods of the Louisiana bayou where Alastor first made a connection with his dark patron, a Loa draped and encumbered by rusting bloodied chains, whose empty eyes yearned for gore and carnage and fixed themselves, burning, onto the man’s very soul. Alastor summoned Bakulu with the fresh blood of a black rooster, and for his offering was rewarded with a position live on air. But of course, one measly offering would not be enough to satiate his dark patron, nor would it have been enough to fulfill Alastor’s own desires. He graduated to goat’s blood, and one by one, the hosts of the city’s most well-known radio shows began to disappear, leaving the publics’ ears eagerly tuned in to him.

And it still wasn’t enough. Bakulu, it seemed, was most pleased by larger offerings, and Alastor soon found himself quite comfortable with a hunter’s rifle pressed snug into his shoulder, a deer (or, preferably, a more bipedal target) caught between his crosshairs. His little hunts were quite the form of stress relief, and the earth drank his sacrifices greedily. It didn't hurt that cleaning the bodies and leaving the blood and bones afforded Alastor with top quality meat at the price of a box of bullets.

But humans are full of error. And errors leave humans prone to accidents. When Alastor was caught and killed by a hunter and his dogs, his own blood served as his final offering to the dark Loa. His spirit was entwined with some of Bakulu’s wretched power, allowing him to manifest in Hell absolutely alive with vodou magic. And gifting him with endless airways waiting to be bathed in the blood of his victims.

Currently, Alastor is amusing himself by keeping a watchful eye over the Princess of Hell's passion project, waiting for her well-intentioned attempt at rehabilitating sinners to implode on itself. His tendency to observe the struggles and failures of others as entertainment stems from his tendency to sensationalize reality, although in Hell, reality doesn't need too much embellishment to be engaging.

Andrealphus - Genderqueer (AMAB) - Homosexual Panromantic

Name: Andrealphus

Nicknames: Andre, Alphie

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: A beauty never reveals her age, darling~. [About 40]

Birthday: January 29th (Aquarius)

Height: 10'0"

Gender: Genderqueer (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Bird/Birdself, Ice/Iceself

Sexuality: Homosexual Panromantic

Occupation: Grand Marquis of Envy

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Hatched and raised by a family with a very powerful standing within the hierarchy of the House Goetia, Andrealphus has always been an instigator. As a very young chick, he was inquisitive and observant, traits he has carried with him into adulthood. When his little sister Stella was hatched, Andrealphus was quickly forced into the role of the dutiful big brother, much to his annoyance. His sister wasn't his baby, she was his sister, it was dumb that he had to make sure she was alright all the time instead of having fun. It was then he began to orchestrate games that only he knew he was playing, games where the consequences left him out of trouble and left Stella looking like an overly rambunctious nuisance. Or at least, that was what was supposed to happen. Instead, his parents shamed him for not being able to "control his sister's fits," not as if they could either even if they'd tried.

When Andrealphus was about twelve years old, his ten-year-old baby sister was betrothed to King Paimon's owl son, Prince Stolas. Stella was not at all subtle about her resentment of the arrangement, but it left a bitter, seething feeling in Andrealphus' heart. Why was it that Stella kept getting things handed to her easily? He was the first-born heir to their Goetia lineage, he was the one with his name in grimoires, why did she get a shortcut to love when she didn't even want it? After Stella had finished angrily crumpling the photo of the owl prince up and abandoned it in the trash, Andrealphus took the token for his own. This "Stolas," he deserved better than a screeching loon like his sister. He deserved proper royalty. Someone who had a grand purpose, like.. Himself.

When not silently plotting to shift any given circumstance into his favor, Andrealphus enjoys spreading and sharing gossip about anyone and everyone. Secrets are a valuable currency, and Andre knows just how to entice someone into sharing what they've heard.

Arackniss - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Asexual Demiromantic

Name: Arackniss

Nicknames: Nissy, Niss

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 45 at Death (Died 1952)

Birthday: December 31st (Capricorn)

Height: 3'8"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Presents Masculine

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, It/Its, Spider/Spiderself, Shot/Shotself

Sexuality: Asexual Demiromantic

Occupation: [Pending]

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

As the eldest son of a ruthless mafioso, Arackniss grew up with a lot of pressure saddled square across his shoulders. His father expected nothing less than devotion and perfection, and anything short of perfection received physical discipline at minimum. His quick wit, quicker trigger finger, and venomous tongue all formed out of a need to survive being berated, beaten, or otherwise eviscerated by his father or the men who worked for him. He became a caretaker to his younger twin siblings once they needed more mobile supervision, and resented the fact that he had been labeled as their de-facto caretaker when they weren't with their mom. Caretaking and child-raising was for the broads, and it didn't take a genius to understand what his father was implying by making him the babysitter.

When Arackniss died, it was in a shootout instigated by his little brother with a rival family. He died protecting his family, and that was what mattered. Not that he was 45 years old, not that he was days away from being the don's right hand, not that he had his purpose taken away by his goddamn brother!

He fell into Hell alone and spiteful, and once his father finally passed, he reunited with him, and committed the sinner's name of Henroin to his memory. That was who was in charge now, and Arackniss fell eagerly into line, into what he knew, into what kept him safe.

Not that he particularly likes being under his father's thumb again..

Asmodeus - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Omnisexual Demiromantic

Name: Asmodeus

Nicknames: Oz, Ozzie, Dee, Big Daddy (from Fizzy usually)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 5,000+

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; celebrates on February 14th

Height: 46'3" at his tallest, 8'-ish when in his civilian form and/or shrunken to fit into smaller spaces

Gender: Gender Apathetic (Intersex) - Presents Masc or Masc-Androgyne

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Lust/Lustself, Sin/Sinself

Sexuality: Omnisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Herald King of Lust, Club-Owner, Sex Toy Manufacturer/Designer

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

As one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Asmodeus has always been a very passionate and driven being, while also adding a certain amount of his own flair to each of his projects. Before being formally cast out from Heaven, he was sent by God to test Tobias' faith in Him. While on Earth, he grew smitten with Sarah, the intended bride of Tobias, and possessed her first seven husbands on their wedding nights to be intimate with her. He showered her in lust and want, before leaving her to rest and stopping her husbands' hearts (not intentionally, of course, but being possessed by an angel isn't the most stabilizing of experiences-), leaving their lifeless bodies to be discovered in the morning. He attempted to possess Tobias in the same way, but Tobias had been given the help of the Archangel Raphael, and finally, Asmodeus was cast out and into Hell, to join his fallen siblings.

Upon his arrival in Hell, Lucifer assigned him to the Fifth Lowest Ring, allowing him to craft it into whatever he wished it to be. Lust began as a simple den of consensual depravity, but, over time, Ozzie began to lean into Lucifer's "Seven Ring Circus" blueprint, what with Mammon being the Clown of Greed and Bee-lze acting as the Aerial and Animal acts both in one, and began to present himself as more of a sexual magician, for lack of a better term. He developed toys, founded clubs for his citizens to explore one another's forms, and began performing in his own lounge.

In the current day, Ozzie is a charismatic, charming Sin, who encourages the free exploration of lust between any and all consenting parties. He's not above a little scheming to make sure things play out the way he feels they are supposed to, and is fiercely protective of those he cares about.

Barbie Wire - Gender Apathetic (AFAB) - Demisexual Aromantic

Name: Barbie Wire

Nicknames: Barb, BB

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 36 (Can match with any Blitzø)

Birthday: April 3rd (Aries)

Height: 5'10"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AFAB) - Presents Femme or Femme-Androgyne

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Imp/Impself, Cirque/Cirqueself

Sexuality: Demisexual Aromantic (to her knowledge)

Occupation: Drug-Runner, Contortionist

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Barbie Wire and her twin brother Blitzø were born into a traveling circus family ringmastered and run by their father, Cash Buckzo. Both implings were very close with their mother, Tilla, and Barbie in particular served as Tilla's shadow for the longest time. Her and her twin brother learned and performed under their father's less-than-watchful eye, and quickly became favorites of their audience with their synchronized trapeze routines and tandem juggling acts. The twins were soon joined by another impling, their new pseudo-sibling, Fizzarolli, and the three of them took alternating turns in Cash's temperamental, money-driven spotlight.

Circus life served Barbie and her brothers well until Fizz's 18th birthday. That was when everything went to shit. Fizz had managed to secure a spot in Mammon's Big totally Non-Exploitative Clown Pageant Competition, which had brought the circus down into the Greed Ring for a limited performance after the contest. Barbie and Fizz had been paired off by Cash for a partner act after Blitzø routinely fumbled the clubs used for the juggling aerial act's rehearsal. There was no way they were going to allow Blitzø to juggle the clubs while on fire, as they were supposed to be. During Fizz's party, disaster struck.

Blitzø, as the circus would soon discover, had gone off to practice the routine on his own, complete with fire, desperate to prove to his father that he was worth being paid any attention to. And he'd dropped the clubs. Again.

Barbie was stranded in the tent with her mother as the fire consumed the entire circus grounds, up until her mother shoved her, choking, out of the blaze and into the open smoky air. There was only screams, only panic, only vibrant green flames that glittered with emerald violence.

After the fire, Barbie did the only thing she could think of to do; she ran. Her brother had killed their mom, had burned their family alive, had destroyed everything she loved, and so, she ran. She ran headfirst into addiction, into alcohol, desperate to spark any sort of joyful sensation, fuck, any sensation at all, and eventually found herself strung out on H-8. Blitzø re-entered her life by force after a near-fatal overdose, checking her into rehab while she was comatose and recovering in the hospital with a note simply saying Sorry. : (

A bitter, snippy, and guarded woman, Barbie Wire is not too keen on friends, and not too eager to reconnect with her remaining family. She misses Fizzarolli, but doesn't trust how close he is with not one but two of the Deadly Sins. He's doing well for himself, and that's what she cares about most.

Baxter - Transmasc (AFAB) - Asexual Demiromantic

Name: Baxter

Nicknames: Bax, Baxxy

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 19 at Death (Died 1913)

Birthday: [to be updated]

Height: 4'2"

Gender: Transmasc (AFAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Lure/Lureself, Fish/Fishself

Sexuality: Demisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Aspiring mad inventor

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

Boris - Genderqueer (AMAB) - Omnisexual Demiromantic

Name: Boris

Nicknames: Bory, Ouro, Oura (pronounced Aura)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 32 at Death (Died 1978)

Birthday: [to be updated]

Height: 7'3"

Gender: Genderqueer (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, It/Its, Hiss/Hiss-self

Sexuality: Omnisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Sex Worker

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

Charlie Morningstar - Genderflux (AFAB) - Sapphic Femmesexual

Name: Charlotte Morningstar

Nicknames: Charlie, Lottie, Starshine

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 36

Birthday: June 27th (Cancer)

Height: 6'1"

Gender: Genderflux (AFAB) - Presents Femme or Femme-Androgyne

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Fall/Fallself, Sparkle/Sparkleself, Rain/Rainself

Sexuality: Sapphic Femmesexual

Occupation: Princess of Hell, Heiress of Sin, Owner/Operator of the Happy Hotel

Playlist

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

As Princess of Hell and Heir to the Throne of Sin, Charlie Morningstar has always tried to see the good in every demon around her. She wants nothing more than to guarantee the safety and happiness of all of her people, stretching from Pride all the way down into Sloth. Her cheerful disposition and optimistic outlook on life is refreshing to some and incredibly annoying to others, and it is very hard for her to understand where that line gets crossed. She also struggles with non-verbal social cues, and can’t stand being talked down to.

Cherri Bomb - Demigirl (AFAB) - Polysexual Panromantic

Name: Cherri Bomb

Nicknames: Cherri, Bomb-Pop

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 27 at Death (Died 1989)

Birthday: December 13th (Sagittarius)

Height: 5’8”

Gender: Demigirl (AFAB) - Presents Femme

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Fuse/Fuseself

Sexuality: Polysexual Panromantic

Occupation: Freelance Arsonist

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[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Cherri is one of Pentagram City's biggest and loudest party girls. Her high energy lifestyle and tendency to cause carnage got her entangled with Vox, who uses her destruction as a means to make her into a viral sensation. It was through her interactions with the TV Overlord that she met and befriended Angel Dust, and the two became all but glued at the hip to one another.

Despite her inclination towards random acts of pyrotechnic violence, Cherri does have a more calm and caring side to her. Her number one priority is making sure herself and those she calls her friends are safe and well taken care of, even if it means blowing up some of the Vees' public property as a distraction. While she has yet to actually check into the Happy Hotel, she is very supportive of Angel in his attempts to make it through yet another rehab program.

Cherri is a very physically affectionate person, and if she likes you, you'll know it. She tends to lean on people she likes, drapes her arms around people's shoulders, and shows other such displays of closeness when she's comfortable.

Collin - Transmasc (AFAB) - Bicurious Demiromantic Asexual

Name: Collin

Nicknames: Collie, Collie-Flower

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 20

Birthday: April 19th (Aries-Taurus Cusp)

Height: 1'7"

Gender: Transmasc (AFAB) - Presents Masc

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Cherub/Cherubself

Sexuality: Bicurious Demiromantic Asexual

Occupation: Ex-C.H.E.R.U.B. Employee, Current Occupation Unknown

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Collin is a kind-hearted, generous, albeit timid cherub (ex-cherub now) who wants nothing more than to help souls in need. He is a very physically affectionate and nuzzly person, and struggles with a stutter when overwhelmed or nervous.

(More TBA on him, he’s not fully fleshed out but I’m very excited to get him solid!)

Emily - Agender (AFAB) - Asexual Omniromantic

Name: Emily

Nicknames: Em, Emmy, E, Mimi

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Physically 26, Actually 3,000+

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; celebrates [pending]

Height: 6'1"

Gender: Agender (AFAB) - Presents Feminine

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, We/Us, Divine/Divineself, Joy/Joyself, Seraph/Seraphself

Sexuality: Asexual Omniromantic

Occupation: High Seraphim of Heaven

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

Glam - Cisgender (AFAB) - Asexual Aromantic

Name: Glam (Glamantha)

Nicknames: Glammy, Glimglam, Clam/Clammy (do NOT use this unless you're Glitz)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 22

Birthday: August 8th (Leo)

Height: 6'3"

Gender: Cisgender (AFAB) - Presents Femme

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them, Mirror/Mirrorself, Eel/Eelself

Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic (unless established otherwise)

Occupation: Half of Mammon's New Brand Babies, Aerial Artist, Performer

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[Headcanon Masterlist Pending]

Glamantha, or Glam as she prefers to be called, is a vicious competitive spirit and a cool, controlled, and clever woman. She is incredibly talented, and prides herself on being one of the best performers in Hell. Alongside of her sister Glitz, she constructs and performs acrobatic routines, clown tricks, and has a huge passion for aerial silks.

As a succubus hybrid, one would anticipate Glam to be hypersexual and desire as much intimacy as possible. One would be wrong. Glam is repulsed by the concept of physical intimacy between herself and other people, and only performs sexual acts in order to feed her succubus needs or to market herself and her sister as more stereotypical "Sexy Twins." To her knowledge, she is aromantic; when asked, she simply explains that nobody has ever had enough cash to love her right.

Glam is very outwardly collected, to balance out her sister's manic and hyperactive nature. She rarely smiles, and does not enjoy the sound of her own laughter. Her preferred emotions to display are apathy and judgement; being bitchy makes people more eager to try and please her.

Husk - Cisgender (AMAB) - Pansexual Aromantic

Name: Husk

Nicknames: Husker, Husky, Spades, Aces

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 75 at Death (Died 1972)

Birthday: November 1st (Scorpio)

Height: 5'8"

Gender: Cisgender (AMAB) - Presents Masc

Pronouns: He/Him, Deal/Dealself, Bet/Betself

Sexuality: Pansexual Aromantic (to his knowledge)

Occupation: Bartender at the Happy Hotel

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[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Husk is a generally apathetic soul, having lost faith in the ability of any one person to be good after witnessing atrocities during war. Upon arriving in Hell, Husk eagerly resumed in his gambling habits, finding himself winning the only thing that wayward sinners had to bet; their souls. Husk took up residence in one of Hell's many casinos and quickly found himself in a position of massive power.

Power which got to his head and inflated his already top-heavy ego. His games became sloppier, and he slowly began to lose more and more of the accidental influence he had acquired. After years of losses and decline, he was befriended and trapped by Alastor, who won his soul in Husk's last gamble as an Overlord, and now serves him in a state of strange voodoo debt/friendship/whatever you want to call it.

Husk is naturally a very protective person, and often uses his few friendships to rationalize going through the motions of a day. He has always been more inclined to stay undetected; it's easier to swindle people out of their minds and money when you're keeping a low profile.

Husk has a passion for magic tricks, specifically card-based magic. He also has a soft spot for music, although he does not generally like to sing outside of his own room.

Loona - Ferusgender Azurgirl (AFAB) - Panflux Asexual Demiromantic

Name: Loona

Nicknames: Loonie, Loonie-Toonie, Loony-Tune, LooLoo, Woona, Wooloo, Loon (Ask before using nicknames unless you want to be bitten OR are Blitzø)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 22

Birthday: August 12th (Leo)

Height: 7'2"

Gender: Ferusgender Azurgirl (AFAB) - Presents Femme

Pronouns: She/Her, Woof/Woofself, Wolf/Wolfself, Hound/Houndself, Bitch/Bitchself

Sexuality: Panflux Asexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Receptionist at I.M.P.

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[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Loona was born to a mother who did not want her and an absent father. Instead of taking the effort to drop her off at the pound in the Pride Ring, Loona's mother left her unwanted pup in a dumpster and simply walked away, reasoning that there were plenty of hungry wrath-coons who would take care of her. She was instead rescued by a strange imp who heard her whimpering and resolved to take her in and at least give her a bath. Loona served as his daughter until she reached the age of 4 and ran away as a form of rebellion after a heated argument over why he'd taken her favorite toy from her. Back on the street, Loona was caught by Hound-Patrol officers and registered into the Hellhound Shelter System.

Loona remained in the Shelter System until the age of 17, just barely 18, passed from home to home, the memories of her caretaker fading at the edges into a hazy reddish blur. Had she ever had a real home? Had she ever been more than just a glorified pet? Maybe the Shelter staff were right about her, maybe she was too violent, too aggressive. Maybe she'd just be a washed up nobody until she died.

Until she was found, finally, by a face she thought she'd imagined. Blitzø, now armed with the proper adoption papers, brought Loona back home with him a few months before her 18th birthday, and has continued to live with Blitzø in a sort of strange father-daughter-but-also-roommates setup. Her surly attitude and harsh exterior keep her safe from strangers, but those who truly know her understand that she is a very passionate and caring individual, if she deems you worth caring about.

Lucifer Morningstar - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Omnisexual Omniromantic

Name: Lucifer Morningstar

Nicknames: Luci, Lu-Lu, Starfire, Duckie (by romantic partners only)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Physically 40, Actually 5,000+

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; celebrates on September 29th

Height: 5'2”

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Sin/Sinself, Damned/Damnedself

Sexuality: Omnisexual Omniromantic

Occupation: Herald King of Pride/Ringmaster of Hell

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[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Lucifer is, at his core, nothing if but a dramatic bitch. Having been God's favorite, and being subsequently cast out of Heaven for voicing his opinions and quote unquote stubborn beliefs, he knows the power of words and the power of self-image. Luckily for him, he is a wonderful wordsmith and stands firm to his image as the Herald King of Pride and the Grand Ringmaster of all of Hell, presenting and projecting himself as a cocky, confident leader with a taste for dad jokes.

As a father, Lucifer has tried his best to support his daughter, Charlie, and often fears that he's raising his princess wrong due to who raised him. He is a devoted husband to his lovely Lilith, although the two are in a mutually agreed upon open polyamorous relationship; as long as they tell one another who they are seeing, they may find joy in the company of whoever else they wish.

As a sibling figure to the other Sins, Lucifer has the perilous position of balancing the Sins' viewpoints into some semblance of a functional system. He loves them all as family, even if they get on his nerves sometimes when they make stupid decisions, like copying his amusement park in a ring where he could never take proper legal action, Mammon.

Lute - Agender (Female Presenting) - Asexual Aromantic

Name: Lute

Nicknames: Lieutenant

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: Technically Ageless, Presents Early Thirties

Birthday: Technically doesn't have one; does not celebrate

Height: 7'2"

Gender: Agender (Female Presenting)

Pronouns: She/Her, Arch/Archself, It/Its

Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic

Occupation: Head Exorcist/Exterminator of Heaven, Assistant to Adam

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Lute is Heaven's champion of holy retribution, and serves God and Adam with a twisted righteousness. She has been Adam's second hand ever since Adam was made a higher divine power in Heaven, and was initially crafted with the purpose of serving him in whatever means he chose. However, her true talent became clear when she was first assigned as a soldier to expel sinners from passing through the Gates. When Heaven received news that Hell was facing overpopulation crisis, Lute was among the first to volunteer herself as an Exorcist; an angel who would go down into the sinful abyss and cull as many sinners as was possible in a day.

Since establishing the yearly Extermination Day, Lute has climbed through Heaven's ranks and settled comfortably into the position of Holy Lieutenant.

Moxxie - Cisgender (AMAB) - Bisexual Polycurious Panromantic

Name: Moxxie Knolastname

Nicknames: Moxx, Ox, Moxmox

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 31

Birthday: May 20th (Taurus-Gemini Cusp)

Height: 4'11"

Gender: Cisgender (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, Imp/Impself

Sexuality: Bisexual Polycurious Panomantic

Occupation: Hitman/Assassin for I.M.P.

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[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

Moxxie is, first and foremost, a lover. Not to say that he can't also be a fighter, he can, and often is. Born into a powerful crime family in the Greed Ring's cleverly named Notamafiatown, Moxxie Knolastname was poised from birth to succeed his father, Crimson Knolastname, and take over as the don of the Knolastname crime empire. Unfortunately for Crimson, Moxxie's mother provided him with nothing but gentle kindness, and attempted to show the young imp the value of empathy.

When Moxxie's mother disappeared, Crimson blamed it on Moxxie for being too soft and unable to hold his own well enough. This pushed Moxxie even further from his father and created a void in Moxxie's life of stable, reliable female figures. During a trip to the Wrath Ring, meant to show the now teenaged Moxxie how to extort property out of what his father called "back-assward horse-fuckers," Moxxie encountered a strong, stunning imp who could very easily turn his little twiggy body into an accordion if she chose. She introduced herself as Mildred, and Moxxie felt his blood turn to butterflies just hearing her voice. He made sure to memorize the address of the farm they'd stopped at before they were chased off the property by Millie's siblings, and the two began a relationship as secret pen pals.

A few weeks before Moxxie was promoted into Crimson's second-in-command, his father discovered his stash of mushy love letters while snooping around his belongings for any stray money. Moxxie was forbidden from contacting Millie, and Moxxie was made to watch in frozen horror as his father tossed each letter one by one into the fireplace. Alone and distraught, Moxxie found himself once again without any sort of figure to give him unconditional safety and love. This led him into a fast, lustful, and passionately sloppy relationship with Chaz, a loan-shark demon who was technically one of his subordinates. The relationship between the two lasted until Chaz abandoned Moxxie to be caught by the police.

Once he escaped from prison with the help of his cell-mate, Blitz, Moxxie retreated to the Wrath Ring and sought shelter at Millie's address. Her parents nearly shot him on sight, but Millie managed to talk her father down and herded the bedraggled ex-mafioso into the safety of her arms. The two migrated to Imp City in the Pride Ring once Moxxie was mentally stable enough for a change in scenery, and the two were married not soon after.

Mrs. Abigail Mayberry - Cisgender (AFAB) - Femmesexual Demiromantic

Name: Mrs. Abigail “Abby” Mayberry

Nicknames: TBA

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 36 at Death

Birthday: [Pending]

Height: 6’4”

Gender: Cisgender (AFAB)

Pronouns: She/Her, They/Them

Sexuality: Femmesexual Demiromantic

Occupation: [TBA]

[Bio Pending]

Travis - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Pansexual Demiromantic

Name: Travis

Nicknames: Trav, Travvy, Schnukums (from Angel Dust only)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 32 at Death (Died 1940's)

Birthday: [to be updated]

Height: 5'10"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB)

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Screech/Screechself

Sexuality: Pansexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Valet for the Vees (usually Valentino), Guest Writer and Director for Porn Studios

[Bio Pending]

Vox - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Omnisexual Demiromantic

Name: Vox

Nicknames: V, Ox Cord (like aux cord)

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 41 at Death (Died 1956)

Birthday: October 1st (Libra)

Height: 7'0"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Presents Masc

Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them, Tech/Techself, Screen/Screenself, Control/Controlself, Glitch/Glitchself

Sexuality: Omnisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Overlord of Hell, Owner of Voxtagram, Producer of Technology

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Vox was born in 1915 to a freshly married (and subsequently freshly widowed) mother just as the first World War was gaining momentum. He never met his father, but from the way his mother spoke of him, he idolized him in concept. As a young boy, he was fascinated by the concept of telegrams from an early age, and frequently practiced writing messages in Morse code. This fascination fed into a growing passion for technological advancements, which followed him into Hell after his death.

Vox is a naturally innovative mind, and desires to keep himself five steps ahead of all other advancements in technology. He kept close watch over the development and explosion of the Internet, and brought his own bastardized version of wireless networking into Hell, using his Vi-Fi networks and tracking cookies to log every sinner's data, using that information to catapult himself into Overlord status.

His endless drive and single-minded determination soon garnered the attention of Valentino, an intensely powerful young Overlord who struck a bargain with him to help keep track of Val's employees under the guise of specialty tech. In return, Val and Vox would share their Overlord status and influence with one another. Eventually, they encountered and all but assimilated Velvette into their empire, and the Vees have governed vast swaths of the Pride Ring ever since, with VoxTek's reach only growing by the day.

Zestial Morde - Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Demisexual Demiromantic

Name: Zestial Morde

Nicknames: Zes

Face Claim: Official Art

Age: 37 at death (Died 1613)

Birthday: November 13th (Scorpio)

Height: 11'4"

Gender: Gender Apathetic (AMAB) - Presents Masc

Pronouns: We/Us, He/Him, They/Them, It/Its, Acid/Acidself

Sexuality: Demisexual Demiromantic

Occupation: Elder Overlord of Hell; Member of Lucifer's Council

[Headcanon Masterpost Pending]

[Bio Pending]

[hollywoodroses]

Forgive Me, Father (a jon bon jovi fan fiction)

(co-starring richie sambora as the reader’s best friend & slash as a therapist)

warnings: religion, age!gap, heavy smut including exhibitionism & daddy kink, mention of age!play. language, fem!slash and knife play. Minors, please DO NOT interact!

Please comment if I should write a sequel 🩵

It was Sunday morning, the day you dreaded. You look in the mirror as you put your hair in an up-do. Once you are finished you slide on a garter belt with a small knife under your skirt.

You had over heard that there was a new pastor at your church. You hoped that he at least had a nice smile as the last pastor was like a grandpa to you which made you gag.

A knock was heard at the door as you finished tying your blouse. You walked to the door, when you opened it you saw it was your best friend Richie. You had met him in your freshman year in high school and feel like brother and sister. He was always there to pick up the pieces and get you out of trouble. Now in your senior year, you were one warning away from expulsion.

“Hey, Richie”. You said with a smile.

“What are you up to, Y/N. I hope you are not about to cause trouble”.

Richie was always two steps ahead of you. It was like he could read your mind.

You laughed as you grabbed a jacket and joined Richie on the walk to church. Your parents volunteer there so you will meet them later.

Once you got closer to the church, you saw what looked like a young man. ‘Wait, he’s not young.’ you thought to yourself. ‘He looks like 40’.

“Fuck not again.” You cried as Richie laughed. “What is this? First an ancient old pastor, now one that just looks like a daddy? Fuck, my life”.

“Stop, bitch. Don’t even start”. Richie told you seriously as he rolled his eyes.

You put on a fake smile as you walked up to greet your new pastor.

When you got to the front door, you are surprised at how young and attractive the pastor is. You started to think dirty thoughts about him. You brushed it aside as it was your turn to greet him.

“Oh, hello. What is your name little lady”. He asked softly.

‘Fuck, his voice’. You thought to yourself.

“Y/N.”

“Well, It’s such a nice day for a chat with jesus. If you need to talk, confession is always open after hours. My name is Pastor Jon, by the way”. He explained to you.

You are sure he looked at the way you are dressed. Why else would he suggest you confess to him? It’s like he can see right through you.

*****

You took your seat next to Richie after saying ‘hi’ to your parents. You prefer to sit with your friends at the back of the room.

As Pastor Jon gave his sermon on the devil’s seduction and why it harms youth you started to fall asleep. You were thankful he couldn’t see you.

Richie nudged your shoulder and you suddenly decided to listen.

While listening to Pastor Jon you felt yourself get wet as your thoughts for him turned dirty. You are shocked that you would think such evil things about him, like how you wanted him to rail you roughly and treat you like a small child.

You couldn’t take looking at him anymore. When you left quietly and got to the restroom, you locked yourself in a stall and proceeded to remove your panties and touch yourself. As you were in your own little world you heard a girl walk into the restroom. In shock you quietly whispered ‘daddy’ and climaxed.

“Excuse you, someone’s excited.” She announced as she opened the toilet stall.

You are angry so you grab the knife that is in your garter belt and storm towards her.

“You bitch, you didn’t see anything here.” You said as you held the knife to her throat.

Taking your hand to ruffle through her hair, you put your hand on her face “You’re cute, do you know that?” As you were about to kiss her, you paused. You didn’t want to frighten her but there was so much built in sexual frustration you needed her.

Putting your hand around her neck, she made the first move and kissed you. As the kissing got heated, she put her knee against your bare clit that was under your skirt and rubbed against you. You moaned in her mouth and she used this opportunity to lick your tongue. Worried you both would get caught, you broke the kiss and saw that there was a string of saliva connected to your lips.

“Wow.” The girl muttered in shock. “You are incredible.”

You took a pen that was on the side of the sink and wrote your number on her wrist. “Call me.”

Leaving the restroom, rushing back so Richie wouldn’t worry too much about you.

*****

Back at home, you met with your new friend, Trixie. You wanted, no needed her advice on how to make a move on Pastor Jon.

Meeting his wife earlier that day, you felt jealousy towards her. Feeling like you wanted to rip her hair out. ‘Or maybe make her watch as you fucked her husband’. You think to yourself.

“I know what you can do…” Trixie explained as she whispered the possible dirty encounter in your ear.

“I love it!”

You pecked her lips to say a silent thank you. You will make your move on the Pastor after hours later that day.

*****

It is after hours as you entered the chapel. Confession time is open which means it’s time to make your move on Pastor Jon. Corrupt him as you share your deepest and darkest secrets. You smile wickedly as you walk over to the confessional booth.

You walked slowly to the booth and when peeking inside you saw your target. You opened the door to the booth and sat inside.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned. It’s my first confession. You see, I can’t stop thinking about you.” You confessed to Jon.

“I have this fantasy that you pull my hair and fuck the brat out of me”.

As you explained your feelings to him, your hand crept into your skirt and you began to finger yourself. “God, daddy. Don’t you see, I want you?”

Before you hit your climax, the door to the booth is opened with force and Pastor Jon pulls you by the arm in anger.

He pushes you against a near by wall with his hand around your neck. “I know you’ve been watching me, bitch. Are you seriously that needy”. He asked you as his hand rubbed up your leg and his fingers ended up drenched in your cum after he lightly touched your clit.

When Jon noticed his fingers were wet from your excitement, he looked at you seductively in the eyes as he licked his fingers clean. You gasped as you are shocked at his actions towards you.

As your hands moved to his pants you felt him suck a hickey on your neck. You closed your eyes as your body started heating up. You needed Pastor Jon inside you, suddenly you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. You slowly rubbed your clit against his member and when you gave permission with a simple ‘yes’, he roughly pushed himself inside you. Your moans got louder as he f**ked the brat out of you like you wanted him to.

After a few moments in bliss, you heard the door open. “Y/N”. It was Richie calling for you. Jon put his hand around your mouth to silence you as you climaxed and squirted all over the floor. He had to hold you up or you would pass-out.

“What the hell is this?” A voice said as you ruffled your hair out of your face.

“Richie, he attacked me. He’s been obsessed with me since we met”. You explained to your friend.

“You…” Richie responded as he charged at the Pastor and punched him in the face for hurting you.

As the hussle happened, you put on Richie’s cardigan that was left on one of the pews.

When Richie was satisfied, he walked up to you and held you in an embrace as you both walked away.

“You, monster!” Pastor Jon, yelled. “You are the devils child.”

You turned back to look at him with an evil smile as you winked.

*****

That was a few weeks ago, you continued to go back to the Pastor and started an illicit love affair. You both kept it hidden for six months but after being caught by your mother this time. She saw you tied up and blindfolded to a desk. She felt you were disturbed, so your parents along with Richie’s support admitted you to a hospital where a doctor/therapist would do tests on why you had dark/sexual feelings towards your Pastor.

Today you are going to meet Dr. Hudson. He was newly graduated from university and doing his thesis on sexual obsession. The higher-up bosses felt that meeting you would be good for him.

You waited in a dark room that has a mirror on one side. You kept looking at your watch as time went by slowly. After what felt like hours, the door finally opened to reveal a young man with a serious expression.

When he looked at you, you started to feel dirty. Your mind had a million thoughts about him at once. One thought stood out from the rest and you decided to make it a reality when the time is right.

“Hello Miss. Y/LN, my name is Dr. Hudson but you can call me Saul. You made your family a bit worried. For the next few months, my team and I will be doing some tests on you. No need to be frightened, you’ll be good as new once I am finished with you”.

You shook your head as you swear you saw him smile. Does me know what you are thinking?

You decided to say ‘Fuck it’ as you made your move.

While Dr. Hudson was sitting on a chair, you walked up to him and proceeded to sit in his lap. “I’m all yours.” You told him as you smiled. You slowly tilted your head as you moved your lips closer and you lightly kissed his neck. When you heard him drop his notepad, you know you have him in the palm of your hand. You smiled at him as you moved to kiss his lips and as he put his hands around your waist the kiss deepened and you used this opportunity to suck on his tongue. You felt yourself get wet, you were dripping with excitement as you completely forgot about your obsession with Pastor Jon.

******

Meanwhile, Jon knew you are dangerous and he worried for his family’s safety from you.

One night he and his wife quietly left home and boarded a plane to New Zealand where he knew you would never find them. Or would you?

the end

[thedreamerfae]

There are Two Types of Writing styles; A: Taking itself seriously

B: Taking itself sillinessly