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Hugging Them Out Of Nowhere - Hazbin Hotel Gang x Female Reader
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Charlie🌈 -
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🌈EEEE! HUGSSS! Charlie doesn’t even question why you are hugging her right now. She will instantly hug you back.
🌈She had just gotten back from a failed attempt at getting some patrons to come to the hotel. Feeling upset, she was sitting on the couch in the lobby by herself. The thundering of footsteps alerted her, and soon enough a pair of arms had wrapped around her body.
🌈She was expecting it to be Vaggie, but she noticed the lack of silver hair and bow. Realizing it was you, she questioned why the sudden hug before she shrugged her shoulders and squeezed back tightly, smile on her face.
🌈Letting go, you gazed straight into her eyes, shy expression on your face. “Sorry for the sudden hug. You seemed sad so I figured a hug would make you feel better. Did it?” Oh Charlie’s heart was squealing at the cuteness. She didn’t even answer your question, as she hugged you even tighter, yelling out so many thank you’s
Vaggie🎀-
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🎀This one almost got you a spear in the gut. Vaggie wasn’t use to affection from anyone but Charlie, so don’t blame her for nearly killing you. She would calm down knowing it was you, but wouldn’t hug back until she knew the reason why.
🎀It wasn’t her day today. Alastor was bugging the hell out her with his numerous dad jokes. Niffty nearly speared her with the needle, chasing after a cockroach, and Husk had passed out drunk at the bar, leaving him not doing his duties as the hotel bartender.
🎀It left her fuming, but she didn’t want to instigate it more and end up using her spear, so she walked outside to the hotel rooftop to get some air. After a few minutes and taking some calming breaths, she heard the sound of the roof top door opening. She turned expecting Charlie, but she was then pulled into a hug.
🎀 “Que carajo!!” She was about the grab her spear, until she recognized it was. She stood confused as you were still hugging her. “Umm Y/N? Why are you hugging me?”
🎀Removing your arms from her, you stepped back and looked at her. Rubbing the back of your neck, you turned away shyly. “Sorry! You looked upset about something and hugs always make me feel better so I figured you needed one. Sorry if I overstepped, I know you don’t like being touched by anyone other than Charlie so….”
🎀Vaggie’s sharp gaze softened at your reasoning. She’s been in hell for a long time, and she has grown to distrust a lot of them, except Charlie and Angel Dust, a bit. She realized that you were much different. You cared about others and your friends, and you were kind and supportive.
🎀Looking back at Vaggie, you realized she was smiling at you softly, which is what you didn’t suspect. She got closer to you and gave you a slight shoulder hug. “Thanks Y/N. You’re a good amiga.”
Angel Dust🕷️-
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🕷️ “Heh toots, if you wanted to jump me, all you had to do was ask~” His first reaction would be to flirt with you. Figures, but he was a porn star so he was used to stuff like this, yet more aggressively.
🕷️He entered through the hotel doors, muttering a groan. His body was aching from the amount of times he was doing it with some random john’s in Valentinos new porn video. Not only that, he had to suffer through the abuse that his boss gave him after he told him if he could stop since it was starting to hurt, but that earned him a slap on the face and cut lip.
🕷️Bypassing everyone in the lobby, he made his way upstairs and headed towards his room. Once he entered, he picked up Fat Nuggets from the floor and laid on the bed, with his pet pig lying in his chest fluff. He was given a bit of peace, until it was interrupted by a knock at the door.
🕷️ “Who is it?” Angel leaned his head up to stare at the door. He heard from the other side that it was you. Heaving a sigh, he placed Fat Nuggets on the bed, and made his way towards the door. Opening it, he saw you standing there. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the door frame. “Whatcha want toots?”
🕷️Suddenly, he was pushed back inside of his room. You flung yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his back, face placed into his fluff. Dumbfounded, he stood frozen, wondering what the hell was happening. After a while, a smirk appeared on his face, and he wrapped two of his hands around you while using the other two to tilt your head up at him.
🕷️ “Well well, you wanted to cop a feel that badly~.” He pulled you further inside the room, using his long legs to close his door. Shaking your head, you told him that’s not what you were trying to do. Confused, he let you go, giving you time to step back and stand in front of him. Raising his eyebrow, he asked what you just jumped at him like that.
🕷️Blushing a bit, you looked away at the ground. “ I noticed that you looked very upset when you passed the lobby. I figured something must of happened at your job, given the slight cut on your lip. I wanted to cheer you up so I thought a hug might help.” His eyes widen at your reasoning. Mushy gooey stuff like this always annoyed him, he rather just get down to the business. But, you were changing how he felt about it.
🕷️Looking up at Angel, you gaped a bit. He was wearing a sad smile on his face, eyes a bit watery. “Angel are you ok-” Your words were cut off as Angel grabbed you again, hugging you tightly to himself. He motioned himself back to his bed and sat down, positioning you to sit on his lap. “Thanks toots” You hummed a response and hugged him back.
Niffty🪡
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🪡Niffty would be ecstatic when you hugged her. Despite how scary she could be at times, she was an affectionate demon.
🪡She always was beaming with energy, smiling wildly with her large eye beaming. Today was an off day for her. She was in a cheery mood, but less than usual. The pesky cockroaches kept escaping her and not only that Husk accidentally vomited on her, ruining her favorite dress. She was lucky Husk was her friend or she would have mutilated with the kitchen knife.
🪡She was in the hotel laundry room, washing her dirty dress, and wearing a different one. She heard the sound of the door opening and saw you walking in. Excited she greeted you, “Hi Y/N!!” She waved her hand, and zipped up next to you. She saw you bend down to your knees, which confused her until she felt you lift her up and gave her a hug.
🪡Niffty was still for a second until she hugged back, giggling. The both of you stayed like that for a bit until you set her back down. “Sorry for hugging you out of nowhere Niffty. You liked slightly upset even though you are still beaming with excitement so I thought a hug would help.”
🪡The smile on Niffty face got almost as big as Al’s. She jumped up and hugged you again, repeating how cute you were.
Husk🍺-
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🍺 "Hey kid, what the hell you doing?" Husk would react a bit rudely at first. Don't blame him, he lost his ability to love years ago, so stuff like that threw him off a bit.
🍺Grumbling to himself, Husk was wiping the bar stand aggressively. He had to deal with Al telling his annoying dad jokes for 3 hours, and not only that Angel had come after that and constantly flirted with him. He was able to tell Angel to f✪✪✪ off for the 40th time, to which Angel did leave. He was getting to old for this sh✪✪.
🍺Grabbing a bottle of cheap booze, he started to guzzle it down. His ears perked up at the sounds of feet tapping behind him. Turning around he saw you walking towards him. Confused he questioned you, before he was pushed back a bit by you hugging him
🍺The bottle he was holding nearly fell from his hand, but he was able to hold on to it. He was standing there dumbfounded, wondering what the hell was happening. "Oy kid, the hell are you doing? Ya better not be two sheets to the wind." he heard you chuckled against him, before letting him go. "Sorry Husk, you looked a little more grumpy then usual so I figured a hug might help out a bit."
🍺Well that made his heart ache a bit. Stuff like affection he's pushed away for a long time and numbed it with alcohol, but the act that you did was making him feel those again. Feeling that you made him angry, you apologize and went to leave, before your were pulled back into another hug by him, wings wrapping around your back. "Heh thanks kid. You're a good one."
Alastor🦌
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🦌Yeah this one was gonna be very difficult. Alastor detested being touch, and he rather prefer if he was the one initiating the contact. Anyone who would even think of touching him would be sucked up into his microphone, never to be seen again
🦌Alastor was pacing back and forth in his studio. His smile was still on his face, but it was more strained then usual. Some wayward soul had tried to rob rim, resulting in his favorite coat being ripped slightly. Well that sinner was taken care of, but he had ruined Al's good day. The icing on the cake was hearing the piece-of-sh✪✪ television, running his mouth and calling him a coward. Alastor knew better then to pick a fight with an egotistical overlord, that wasn't worth his time, but the insults only fueled his rage more.
🦌His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door. Ears perking at that, he walked over and opened the door, seeing you standing there with a smile. "Well hello my dear! Is there something you needed to discuss with me about?" His smile widen as his crimson eyes glowed down at you. Nodding, you asked if it was alright to come in. Alastor moved back, letting you walk inside his private studio. Having close the door, Alastor walked past you and sat on his chair, crossing his legs to gaze at you. "Now then! What would you like to chat about? Possibly a deal perhaps?" The air grew a bit tense at the mention of a deal, but you shook your head no. "No I'm not here for a deal. I'm just wondering if i could....um..." Trailing off, you looked to the side, feeling nervous.
🦌Tilting his head at you, he wonder what exactly you were here for. Looking back at him, you gave him a look of confidence. "May I have permission to do something to you for five seconds?" Arching his eyebrow at that, he wondered what you meant by that. Standing up from his chair, he walked closer to you, peering down at you. His smile looked fairly ominous, and some demonic symbols were appearing from behind him. "Do what exactly?" You felt that you overstepped and wanted to leave, but you stood your ground. "I-its nothing inappropriate I swear! If you don't like it, you can push me back." His eyes gazed down at you, searching for any signs of deceit. He found none, so he relaxed a bit and his powers toned down.
🦌"Alright my dear! You have permission for five seconds!" Alastor stood smiling, hands behind his back. Heaving a sigh of relief, you were happy that Al allowed you to do something. "Ok...um." Moving slowly, you walked closer, wrapping you arms around him. Radio screech, Al was left befuddled by your actions, his arms raised up a bit. Quickly you pulled back. "Okay! All done!" Smiling up at him, you stood back and stared up at him. Alastor couldn't figure out what on earth just happened. You just wanted to hug him? "My dear. May I ask why the sudden act of affection?" His eyes were glazed with curiosity, better then them being glazed with fury.
🦌Flushing a bit, you started to twiddle your fingers. "I noticed you seemed a bit off today. Yes you are always smiling, but it seemed a bit strained. Something had to have bothered you or make you upset, so I thought maybe hugging you would cheer you up. I know you don't like others touching you, so I wasn't going to do it without your permission. Sorry if I had made you uncomfortable with my actions" Al heard you explain all of this to him, eyes gazing down at the floor.
🦌Oh what an adorable creature you were! Alastor found your actions to be quite sweet. He will admit that he was harden by being in hell for so long, and the only time he remembers any ounce of kindness and warmth being given to him was by his own mother. The annoying feelings of anger and fury had melted away instantly at your little action. The silence in the room was killing you. You were afraid to look at Al, expecting to see radio dials flashing on his face. Suddenly arms had wrapped around you back, lifting you up of the ground. "You are such a delight, darling!" He had spun you around, causing you to laugh. Finally he stopped and had set you down, gazing at you with soft eyes. "There were a few inconveniences today that left me in a foul mood. But! I'm feeling right as rain right now! Thank you, my dear!" He had placed a hand on your head, ruffling you hair a bit.
🦌Happy that he was feeling better you smiled at him. Alastor's ears perked at bit, having come up with an idea. "Since you went out of you way to appease my mood, I can offer you a simple wish. No deal attached!" He was leaning down, face moving closer to yours, waiting for your response. You didn't really want anything, as you only wanted to make Al feel better. After giving it some thought, you came up with your answer. "Could I stay and listen to your broadcast please?" Alastor nearly jumped with excitement at your answer. Snapping his fingers, another chair had appeared next to his desk, along with a cup of coffee and some of your favorite snacks. Wrapping an arm around you, he pulled you closer, "Come along my dear! Its showtime!"
Sir Pentious🐍
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🐍"MADAM, WHAT ISSSSS THE MEANING OF THISSSSSS?!?!?!?" Pentious was not use to any actions that involved affection. Don't blame the guy, he lived during the era where actions like that were very sacred.
🐍He was inside his blimp that was attached to the hotel. He was sobbing due to his egg minions being taken away by Vaggie and given to Alastor. He loved his minions like they were his kids, and the thought of them being taken away made his heart break.
🐍He shot up in shock when he heard the sound of the door slide open. Turning around he saw you entering inside the room, walking closer to him. "Ahh misssssss Y/N, how may I assist you?" He tried to play it off that he was ok, wiping the tears that were on his face. He wondered why you gave no response back to him, and continued to walk closer to him. He jumped a shock and let out a girly shriek when he felt you wrap your arms around him. He and his hat looked at you in shock, bewildered by what you were doing.
🐍MISSSSSS Y/N????? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Pentious was literally shaking, emotions running high that you were hugging him. Pulling away, you stepped back, and watch Pentious place a hand on his chest, trying to calm down. "Sorry Pentious. I knew you were upset about losing your minions, so I wanted to cheer you up."
🐍His dark face began to become a pure red, and if he had ears they would be steaming. What a thoughtful person you were. Coming all the way here just to make him feel better? His heart was going a mile a minute. "Oh I see.....Thank you y/n." He smiled at you including his hat that appeared to have a heart symbol in its iris. "W-ould you care to have s-some tea with me?" his nerves were back again, as he was fumbling with words. You agreed and the both of you had tea together.
🐍Luckily for him, Vaggie allowed him to have his egg bois back, leading to him pulling them into a hug, including you, before he let you go quickly, letting out an embarrassed cough before slithering away to his room
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laracrofted · 10 months
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synopsis: in a game of truth or dare, you reveal your dream threesome.
pairings: natasha trace x fem!reader x bob floyd
warnings: 18+ minors dni, ageless blogs that interact will be blocked, explicit smut (f/f/m threesome, oral sex, unprotected sex, blink and miss it choking, sort of dom phoenix, edging, cum eating, orgasm denial, overstimulation) and like, swearing lmao (wc: 3.2K)
notes: a little something something for my fellow bisexuals during pride month 🌈 and yes, i defeated awful writer's block with horniness and so can you 💖
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much love to @sushiwriterhere @theharddeck @sometimesanalice and @roosterbruiser for letting me bounce many depraved thoughts off of them and i'm summoning a few people who might be interested: @princessphilly @seresinsweetie @rhettabbotts @lewmagoo @bradshawsbitch @i-wanna-be-your-muse @sebsxphia and also no one look at me
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“Anyone would want to sleep with me. I’m the most fuckable person in this room. Ask anyone.”  
"What's Hangman so up in arms about now?" Phoenix asks, sounding unimpressed. She leans against the pool cue, waiting for Fanboy to make his shot, and cracks her knuckles with one hand.
You shrug. "Who knows."
Honestly, you can't even remember who made the comment that got him so worked up, so defensive over his own sex appeal. His general fuckability – which as a side note, you're pretty sure is not a real word.
Maybe Rooster, actually probably Rooster.
Regardless, Hangman has decided to make them all suffer the consequences, going on and on and on.
"Fine," Rooster manages, choking down a laugh, almost always given away in the unmistakable twitching of the overgrown ferret on his upper lip. "Go ahead. Ask anyone then, Hangman. This will be good."
You are minding your own goddamn business in the corner of the common room, sipping a canned red wine that isn't half bad for the price. It is sweet, a little bubbly, pleasant.
You press your lips against the cool edge and are in the middle of a sip when Hangman catches your eye, a sharklike gleam in his green eyes.
Is it worse to make eye contact or break it? Is that bears or sharks who see it as a challenge?
And in truth, Hangman is neither. He's more or less harmless with a sometimes sharp bite.
You lower the can, slow and suspicious, narrowing your eyes at him with a raised brow. “Can I help you, Hangman?”  
Smirking, Hangman drawls, “You owe me a truth from earlier, ain't that right? You ran out on the game before I could get my question out."
You roll out a red carpet of curses in your brain and swallow another mouthful of the sweet red wine.
You'd gotten a call from the Domino's driver to come down and grab the pizzas from the front door before Hangman could ask whatever pointed – and alarmingly observant – question had popped into his scheming brain.
Everyone else has forgotten the game with some pizza in their stomach and a basketball game on the big screen, but clearly, Hangman has a good memory. Bastard. 
"Fine. Hit me with your best shot, Hangman."
Fire away and all that.
His canines are gleaming white. "Who would you most want to have sex with in this room? No, wait, I should give everyone a fair chance of selection. Pick two."
"Together? Or separate?"
His brows raise, and Hangman's smirk deepens. "Well, damn. Someone's a little adventurous." Your eyes are practically slits now, staring him down. "Together. Who would you have a threesome with in this room? And unfortunately, no, I don't have a twin."
“My nightmare,” Phoenix mutters, and Fanboy shakes with silent laughter.
“Hmmm…” 
An answer had popped into your head the second that Hangman asked, but in the name of suspense, you pretend to mull it over and really contemplate.
You look around the room. Halo and Fritz are on the sagging couch with Yale and Harvard in the opposite chairs, watching the game too closely to overhear this cursed conversation.
Bob and Fanboy are strategizing in the corner, but Bob is definitely listening. His shoulders don't look quite natural.
Across the pool table, Payback shows you his wedding band with a faux scolding expression. You grin.
“I guess I'd have to pick... Phoenix and Bob."
Rooster absolutely crows with laughter as Hangman goes into a full control-alt-delete shut down and reboot, blankly staring at you with disbelieving eyes and a slack jaw.
Someone should commemorate this moment. Add it to one of the frames in the Ready Room. 
"Are you malfunctioning?" You drain the rest of the wine and drop the can into the nearest recycling bin. "You know I'm bisexual, right, Hangman?"
"But Phoenix and Bob?" Hangman splutters, as if recovering from an ordeal with a capital O. "I need the reason. Why would you pick them?"
You glance over at Phoenix, who is regarding both of them with a smug smirk. You don't dare look at Bob right now.
You smile, radiant and knowing, with a “Follow up questions aren’t part of the game, Hangman,” and breeze across the room for another can of wine, patting him on the shoulder.
"So..."
Five or so minutes later, Phoenix sidles up to you and sits on the arm of your chair, ignoring the perfectly good and empty chair in the corner. Her boot brushes against your leg.
She leans in, and Phoenix's familiar vanilla and amber scent washes over you.
"Am I allowed to ask a follow question?" A nod, and Phoenix looks kind of self-satisfied. Kind of smug. "Did you mean it? Or were you just kicking the chair out from under Hangman? Because..." She lowers her voice, all smoke and velvet. "I had fun with you before. Just us."
"Both..." You pause. "I kind of wanted to knock him on his ass, but also, I was very much serious."
Her smile widens, and Phoenix leans in more, brushing the shell of your ear in a puff of warm breath. "Meet me in my room in 20 minutes."
Her canine grazes your earlobe for a brief second.
You blink, dazed, and Phoenix is already walking away.
"What about...?"
What about Bob? is the question on the tip of your tongue, but obviously, you can't call that out in this room. He is still here somewhere.
She looks over her shoulder, dark eyes warm with want and promise, and mouths, "20," with a wink.
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A little over 20 minutes later, Phoenix has your wrists pinned down on her soft sheets, nudging under your chin with her slender nose in search of the sensitive spot on the side of your neck.
Her bottom lip drags against it.
You bite down on a moan, and in retaliation, Phoenix bites the spot harder.
"I want to hear you," Phoenix murmurs, an order wrapped in a pretty bow. "You sound so pretty, angel."
She kisses you again and sucks your bottom lip between hers, making it impossible to bite down on.
And with intent, Phoenix slides a smooth thigh between your legs, dragging her knee against the red flash of fabric that covers your cunt and grinds down.
"Come on. Let me hear you."
A drawn out moan escapes your mouth, and right then, Bob walks in.
He closes the door behind him, oblivious, and then, spots you both and freezes.
"Phoenix?" Bob manages, sounding uncertain. His eyes are wide and blue behind the wire frames. "You said 30 minutes, right? Should I – I can come back. We can catch up another time."
Despite the words, Bob doesn't move. He looks down, cheeks pink and flushed, but doesn't move.
"Don't worry, Bob." Phoenix releases your arms and climbs over the edge of the mattress with a smile. Walks over to him in an electric blue bra and underwear set that looks downright radiant against her dark hair. 
She looks like a goddess. 
"You want him here, don't you, angel?"
She circles behind him, sliding the plaid button-down shirt from his broad shoulders. It crumples to the carpet without resistance as Bob raises his chin and meets your eyes.
"You told me before," Phoenix prompts. "Tell him."
He is watching you, waiting on your answer with bated breath.
A long breath releases from your mouth. 
You push up on your elbows, then your knees, wanting to see him more clearly.
“Earlier with Hangman… I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted both of you. I want you – both of you – to fuck me."
His Adam’s apple moves as Bob swallows, sudden and hard.
He looks surprised. He shouldn't be.
He's always felt a little out of reach, so damn nice. You didn’t want to freak him out – or worse, offend him with a casual invitation to very casually fuck your brains out and maybe, let you suck his cock before or afterward.
You’re not picky. Whatever works for him.
You were pretty sure Bob was at least a little interested, but now... Bob only stares.
Phoenix gives him a gentle push and strolls over to the record player. She looks casual and languid, flipping through the records, but you're not so fooled. She's giving him a moment alone with you.
"Phoenix and I have... before, but I want you as much as I want her. Do you want me? is the only question, I guess."
He coughs into his elbow, messing with his lenses, which are fogging every so slightly. "I do. You're very pretty and nice, and I've... I mean, I do want you."
A smile dimples your cheek. "Oh, I'm pretty and nice, am I?"
"Shut up," Bob mutters under his breath with a slight smile. His ears are a little red.
You reach out and pull him closer to the mattress, pulling until Bob has to plant a knee on the edge to keep his balance. He watches you with wide eyes and says your name in a rush of breath – like a sharp wind over the ocean – and leans in, gravitating.
He cups your chin, slow and careful, pulling you in for a slow kiss that fizzles in your bloodstream like champagne. He is still giving you ample time to pull back and change your mind.
You deepen the kiss, even as Bob holds back.
You're still not sure Bob believes you.
Music swells from the corner, slow and sultry and sensual, as Phoenix settles behind you. She unlatches your bra and pushes it from your shoulders, running her fingers in soothing circles over the muscles.
She reaches between you and him, moving to cup your breasts, but at the last second, Phoenix skims her hand down the curve of your stomach and down and down, dipping under the waistband of your panties.
Clever fingers glide through your wetness, glancing off your clit in a tease that makes you whimper into Bob's mouth. A satisfied hum vibrates your back.
"So wet already, darling. We haven't done anything other than kiss you. You must really want us," Phoenix murmurs, warm against your ear, licking the sensitive patch of your neck again. "Come here, Bob."
She pulls you back from him with a hand around your throat – squeezing once, hard enough to make you feel light all over – and puts her glistening fingers in his open mouth.
His moan makes you even wetter.
You watch, breathless, as Bob closes his eyes and licks your taste from her fingers. His pupils are blown, eyes almost black, when Bob opens his eyes again.
His groan against your mouth is a rough sound, drawn out and unrepentant. He kisses you like religion, like a prayer.
Phoenix's voice is smug in your ear. "He believes me now."
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You've been paired with Bob and Phoenix on enough exercises to know that the Naval aviators are an unstoppable pair in the air, cutting through the skies with grace and precision.
You'd imagined – more than once – that Bob and Phoenix would be an unstoppable pair in the bedroom as well. Sue you, okay? Who wouldn't?
Phoenix had been a force on her own, pinning you down and making your thighs shake over her shoulders; coaxing you to the edge and kicking you over without warning with a razor sharp smile that bordered on mean.
Bob always seemed so quiet. Seemed so unassuming.
But Bob dated, and on the one and only occasion the WSO brought a date back to the shared apartment complex, all of the Daggers had heard about the dying cat sounds that'd been loud enough to bleed through the walls. Hangman had been relentless.
You were seemingly the only one who could put the admittedly horrendous moaning aside and remember the other sounds.
(Oh, oh, Bob, oh, Bob. Fuck me. So good.)
You knew Phoenix was good in bed.
You had a feeling about Bob.
Together?
You were absolutely and without a shadow of a doubt right.
Phoenix is in the backseat for once but never ever on the sidelines. She seems to sense that the WSO might still need more reassurance, might need some control to feel wanted here.
She focuses on you, nibbling your neck and pinching your aching nipples, as Bob rests on the red and orange pillows, watching you swallow his cock, mesmerized.
You pull back, keeping him half in your mouth and circling his base with your hands, and run your tongue along the sensitive underside of him.
He bobs in your mouth, letting out a rough curse.
"Are you sure?" Bob had asked before, stilling the hands that were reaching for his zipper, running a thumb across the veins at the base of your wrist. "We can start with something else. I don't want you to feel pressure."
"Positive. I've wanted to suck your cock for about six months now."
He blinked, looking even more owlish with his glasses on the nightstand. "Six months? You've only been here for like six months."
You cut in, "And I wanted to suck your cock the whole damn time. Any other questions?"
He audibly swallowed, and Phoenix grinned.
You could easily get lost in him – lose minutes, even hours with the weight of him on your tongue and the sound of his broken moans in your ears – but Phoenix is too impatient to let that happen.
She nudges your soaked underwear to the side and pushes one, two, three of her fingers inside of you. You're wet enough that Phoenix doesn't meet any resistance.
"She's so fucking wet for you, Bob. Jesus Christ," Phoenix moans. A wet kiss is pressed into the curve of your shoulder, against the nape of your neck. "Should I make her come?"
God... and Phoenix says it like, What do you think, Bob? Am I clear? Should I take the shot?, in the same voice from the air. Asking him to weigh the pros and cons. Deferring to his decision.
You'll never be able to be paired with them on a drill again and not remember.
You would breathe a sigh of relief when Bob nods, except for... well, obvious reasons. You swallow around him, and Bob leaks against the back of your throat.
You're already aching, and Phoenix is pressing the heel of her palm against your clit. Pleasure is building in the pit of your stomach, and you need, you need, you –
"Or..." Phoenix drawls, easing up on the pressure, all casual and unaffected. She works you open, steady and constant, pinching the thigh that tries to rock you against her hand. "I could edge her for you. Make her wait to come on your cock."
God, Phoenix can be mean in bed. You'd almost forgotten.
You kind of hate her for it right now.
(You really don't.)
You whimper around Bob's cock and clench around Phoenix's fingers at the same time, digging your nails into the pale skin of Bob's muscular thighs, already bruised with a small love bite from earlier.
An abrupt fuck spills from Bob's bitten lips.
He pulls out of your mouth without warning, squeezing a hand around his base and screwing his eyes closed to keep from coming right then and there.
"Jesus Christ, Phoenix."
"So Bob seems to like that idea," Phoenix observes, almost conspiratorially. Her fingers catch your chin. "What about you, pretty girl? You want to come now or on Bob's cock?"
You are a little out of breath but no less certain.
"Do I even have to answer that?"
As a reward, Phoenix slips her tongue in your mouth and starts all over again, ever careful to pull back at the exact right moment when your breaths are short and your gaze is glassy and unfocused.
You are shaking and warm all over when Phoenix is satisfied, running her fingers through the arousal that slicks the inside of your thighs, underwear long discarded on the floor somewhere now.
"Can I..."
You are on your back now, and Bob leans over and sucks your nipples in his mouth. You lose focus, running your fingers over the hard length of him, smearing his pre-cum over the head.
"Can you what?" Phoenix prompts, ghosting a knuckle over your swollen clit. You quiver.
"I want to eat you out. Didn't get to do that last time, remember?"
You seize Bob's shoulder, keeping him pressed against your chest, and Bob makes a pleased sound, content to lavish your breasts with licks and nibbles right now.
You continue, "I want to eat you out while Bob fucks me."
"Well," Phoenix replies, breezily, brushing her hair over her shoulder and bends to suck on your other nipple. "We can probably make that work."
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"Fuck," Bob breathes again.
You've never heard him curse so much, not even in actual missions.
A content sigh pushes everything else from your brain.
You lick at Phoenix again, licking a stripe up the center of her cunt, drowning in the warmth and silk, as Bob pushes into you from behind, bare and hard and so goddamn big.
Fuck is right.
"God..." Bob moans against your damp skin, pulling out and easing back in again. His accent comes out in bits and pieces, smoothing the edges from his words. "Feel so good. S'good for me. So good for us, darlin'."
You melt at the praise and nuzzle deeper into Phoenix with a sigh of pleasure, circling her clit with a content hum that makes her breath go all uneven and shuddering.
Satisfaction slides down your spine, warm and consuming.
You could stay here for hours between them. You would.
She's quick to instruct and correct, but once you're in a rhythm with your fingers hooked inside, Phoenix is nothing but moans and sighs and oh god, so good, oh god.
She comes in your mouth with a sharp gasp and rolls out from under you, which leaves Bob with enough room to double his efforts now.
He presses praise against your neck, circling his fingers around your clit with precision and attention; urging you to come for him with gentle pleas and deep thrusts and blissfully, a well-placed palm against your aching cunt.
You shatter around him as Bob spills inside of you.
Oh my god are the only words that are forming in your head right now. You want to say something else.
Holy shit maybe.
We should definitely do that again even.
But Phoenix doesn't give you even a second of peace.
"You're a mess, angel," Phoenix comments, light and almost mocking. She spreads your legs wide and looks you over. "Let me."
You expect Phoenix to wipe you down, but instead, Natasha presses her mouth against your sensitive cunt.
Stars erupt in your vision. Galaxies.
She licks and licks every inch of you, holding down your shaking legs, until you come again, damn near crying from the overstimulation, shuddering.
Wetness dampens the sheets underneath you, and Phoenix licks the cum that drips down your legs, some yours, some Bob's, and kisses you right on the mouth.
You definitely mean to get your clothes and pee and everything after, but Bob is warm against your side. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and passes out with an arm across your chest.
Sleep pulls you under soon after.
Phoenix is the first one to leave the bed and even then, only to put on a quieter record and go right back.
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note: is she the filthiest smut piece i've ever written? maybe. she's named after red wine supernova by chappell roan, which is so fun and so queer and worth a listen 💖 leave a comment before i regain an ounce of shame.
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vikkirosko · 11 months
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Hello! Can I request Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Vox, Lucifer, Blizo, Millie and Moxxy with a female child witch reader?
Reader is 10 and an Umbra witch (like Bayonetta in Bayonetta origins : Cereza and the lost demon). She can summon a demonic creature (cheshire her plush cat made by her mother) to help her fight.
Reader is alive and is in hell because she's searching for a demon to make a deal with. A demon strong enough to help her fight the other witches who locked her mother away, where she will never see her again.
Reader is a nice child, and knows the dangers of hell and making a deal with a demon, but she will sell away her soul if she can be with her mother.
Thank!
Platonic headcanons Umbra witch
🌈 Charlie Morningstar x child fem!Reader 🎶
When Charlie first saw you, she couldn't believe her eyes. A ten-year-old human girl was standing on the threshold of her hotel. Alive and inexplicably trapped in Hell before death. She didn't know how to react to this, but she hurried to you to prevent the demons from harming you. She had lived in Hell long enough to know that a living person trapped in Hell could suffer or die. However, she was even more surprised when you asked her for the opportunity to stay at her hotel until you find a strong demon who agrees to sign a contract with you
You were a serious child, cuddling an unusual plush cat. Charlie genuinely didn't understand why you needed to make a deal with a demon. She tried to explain to you what it could lead to, but you told her that you know perfectly well what it could lead to. You were well aware of the risks involved, but you had a reason why you wanted to make a pact with a demon and why you were even willing to sacrifice your own soul, but you didn't talk about what that reason was
For several weeks you have been staying in a hotel, periodically leaving to continue the search for a strong demon. Charlie took care of you and got to know you better. You were a sweet and nice girl who genuinely cared about those who were dear to you and Charlie also became such a person for you. After another unsuccessful trip to the city, you told her that the reason why you went to Hell was your mother. You had no one but your mother, but she was taken away from you. You and your mother were part of a witch clan, but witches from another clan locked up your mother and you didn't have enough strength to save her. That's why you went to Hell to make a deal with a demon. You were ready to give your soul to be near your mom again
By the end of your story, you started crying. You really missed your mom a lot. Charlie couldn't help but hug you tightly. She felt sorry for you and now she understood that she could not leave you in this position. She intended to take care of you and try to find a way to help you save your mom without signing a contract with a demon. She saw that you were a good person and didn't deserve your soul to end up in Hell. She wasn't sure if she could help you save your mom herself, but she was willing to help you find another way to do it
❌ Vaggie x child fem!Reader 🎀
Vaggie wasn't in Hell for very long, less than Angel or Alastor, but even so, when she saw you, she realized that you weren't supposed to be there. You were a alive ten-year-old girl cuddling a stuffed cat. She didn't understand how you ended up in Hell in the first place, but she wasn't going to leave you to your fate. She brought you to the hotel, saying you could stay there, but asked how you ended up in Hell in the first place. Your story surprised her
As it turned out, you were a witch and came to Hell to make a deal with a strong demon. You claimed that you needed the power to fight other witches, but you didn't say why you needed it. Vaggie found it hard to believe that you wanted to do this for some evil purposes, but she watched your behavior while you were at the hotel. However, you really weren't a bad person. You were a kind and sweet girl who did not wish harm to others. However, there was something that bothered you, which caused you to continue searching for a demon who would agree to make a deal with you
When Vaggie came into your room from which you did not leave after you returned, she saw that you were crying. She hadn't expected this. As it turned out, the reason for your tears was that you missed your mom. Only then did you tell her that you shouldn't have gone looking for a demon so early. Usually witches from your clan made a pact with a demon at a more mature age, but witches from another clan grabbed your mother and locked her in a place where you couldn't get in. That's why you went to Hell. You knew about all the dangers that awaited you and were ready to sacrifice your soul to save your mother
Vaggie felt very sorry for you. She couldn't help you save your mom, but she was going to protect you while you were in Hell. She knew how cruel the denizens of Hell could be and wasn't going to let them hurt you. She saw that your stuffed cat was an unusual toy and protected you when you were attacked, but that didn't mean that Vaggie would stop protecting you. She didn't want you to get hurt, because you were just a child and she didn't care that you were a witch
📻 Alastor x child fem!Reader 🎙
When Alastor was alive, he did not harm children, at least as much as adults. That's why when he met you, he had no intention of harming you. You were a ten-year-old girl who was alive. How you ended up in Hell was not clear, but when you approached him and asked if he could make a deal with you, he was surprised. Pretty quickly, his surprise turned to laughter.  It was hard for him to believe that a human child wanted to sell his soul to a demon, but when he saw how several demons tried to harm you, he decided to protect you and look after you until you changed your mind about making a deal with a demon
You often went to the city and looked for strong enough demons, but still could not find a demon who would be strong enough and would agree to make a deal with you. Every time you came back, Alastor would treat you to the food he cooked and tell you stories. When he once told you about his mom who always cooked him delicious food. When he finished cooking and looked at you, he saw that you were crying. He didn't expect such a reaction and tried to cheer you up. When he asked you what upset you so much, you sniffled and told him that you really missed your mom
You told him how you and Mom lived together. You and Mom were from a witch clan and she taught you everything she knew, but witches from another clan destroyed your quiet world. They took your mom and locked her up. You tried to save her, but you weren't strong enough. The only way to save your mom was to make a pact with a demon strong enough for you to stand up to other witches. Alastor listened carefully to what you told him. At the end of your story, he said that he, so be it, agreed to make a deal with you
Alastor wasn't as strong as the other overlords, but he decided he couldn't leave the girl who wanted to save her mom so badly in trouble. He saw that you were ready to give your soul to save a loved one, so he decided to help you and give you the opportunity to live happily until your time comes to die and when he decides to take the promised soul
🖥 Vox x child fem!Reader 📱
Vox is used to a lot of strange things happening in Hell. He saw a huge amount of what turned out to be in the vastness of hellish social networks, but when he saw you, he was surprised. You were the one who shouldn't have been in Hell. You were a living person. A child who ended up in Hell in some unknown way. But he was even more surprised when you approached him and with a serious expression on your face asked him how strong he was
You followed him, watching him, as if trying to confirm his words that he was strong. Vox didn't understand why you needed it, but it wasn't difficult for him to prove his strength to you. However, your next question has him stumped again. You asked him if he could make a deal with you. As it turned out, you had to make a deal with a strong demon, which is why you went to Hell, even though it was very dangerous
For several weeks, you tried to convince Vox to make a deal with you, but he didn't see the point in making it with a child. He didn't understand why you needed it until you told him the reason why you risked going to Hell. As it turned out, you were a real witch. You lived with your mom, but witches from another clan came and took your mom away. That's why you tried to save her, but for that you had to make a deal with a strong demon so that you had the strength to resist other witches
Vox doubted that even with his strength, you would be able to accomplish what you planned. However, he was interested in what you could do. He doubted that you could survive, but he wasn't going to stop you from trying to die and was even willing to help you live a little longer, realizing that if he didn't make a deal with you, someone else would
🍎 Lucifer Morningstar x child fem!Reader 🐍
Lucifer is used to the fact that many called him to make a deal, but when you came to him, he was surprised. You were a child alive, a little girl who came to Hell herself to make a deal with a demon, and the demon you wanted to make a deal with was him, Lucifer. This surprised him and amused him. It was the first time that someone who wanted to make a deal with him came to him himself
He was wondering why it took you so much effort to meet him. He tried to find out from you, but you tried to evade the answer to this question. Lucifer felt a mystical power from you, which allowed him to understand that you were an unusual child. It wasn't until some time later, during which you tried to convince him to make a deal with you, that he found out why you actually needed to make a deal with him
You were a witch and lived with your mom all your life. You were part of a witch clan and lived a quiet life. However, one day your peace was disturbed and witches from another clan captured your mother. You sincerely wanted to save her, and for this you needed to make a deal with a strong demon so that you would have the opportunity to resist other witches. You knew perfectly well that going to Hell was dangerous and you could have been hurt, but you were determined to save your mom
Lucifer knew perfectly well how important family was and that's why he agreed to help you. He saw how you were even willing to sacrifice your own soul to save your mother, and he just couldn't leave you without help
😈 Blitzø x child fem!Reader 🐴
Blitzø is used to receiving orders from a variety of sinners, but when there was a knock on his office door, he expected to see a new client, but he saw you, a little girl, cuddling a plush cat.You were just an ordinary kid who shouldn't have been in Hell. At first he was very surprised to see you, but when you told him that you wanted to hire him, his surprise turned into a fit of laughter. It was hard for him to believe that you came to Hell just to hire assassins
As he soon found out, your goal was to make a deal with a strong demon, but you didn't know who could be suitable for this, so you decided to contact I.M.P. being sure that they could help you find a strong enough demon who would agree to make a deal with you. He tried to find out the reason for this, but you avoided this question by translating the topic. However, Blitzø couldn't help you so quickly, so you stayed in their office while he was looking for someone suitable to fulfill your order
When he came to check on you in the office late at night, he saw you upset. He asked you if everything was all right, to which you sighed heavily and said that you missed your mom a lot. You told him that you and your mom were witches who were part of the same clan, but your quiet life ended when witches from another clan attacked you and took your mom away. You couldn't save her on your own. You didn't have enough knowledge to save your mother on your own, so you decided to make a deal with a demon to use his power and save mom. You knew perfectly well that it was dangerous, but the dangers did not frighten you
He listened attentively to you, realizing that he could not refuse the job you gave them, because he knew better than anyone else what it was like to lose a family member, so he decided to help you find a demon who would help you save your mother. He wasn't sure he could get rid of the witches himself and help you save your mom, so he decided to help you with the method you both were sure of
😈 Millie x child fem!Reader x Moxxie 🎶
Millie and Moxxie met you when you came to the office where they worked. At first they couldn't believe their eyes. You were a human who came to Hell himself, and also a child. This greatly worried Moxxie. You firmly told them that you came to them to hire them, but not to kill them, but so that they would find a strong demon who would agree to make a deal with you. They did not expect such a job, but their boss was not going to give up such easy money
Millie and Moxxie took care of you for the time that you stayed in their office. You were just a child who needed love and care, so Moxxie and Millie began to play the roles of your parents. At first, you reacted calmly to it, but after a few days of their care, something happened that they did not expect. You cried. At first they thought it was their fault, but pretty quickly they found out the real reason for your tears
You told them that you lived with your mom all your life. She was the dearest person to you and you loved her very much. You were witches and she taught you everything you could possibly need, but one day your quiet life was destroyed. Witches from another clan came to your house and took your mother away. They locked her up and you were too weak to save her, so you decided to go to Hell and make a deal with a demon. The care from Moxxie and Millie reminded you of your mom and your emotions got the better of you
They were surprised by your story. They calmed you down, and then decided to try to figure out how to help you. They weren't sure exactly how to help you, but while they were looking for a way to help you, they intended to take care of you so that you wouldn't be left alone
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ruhorih4ra · 4 months
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Hello again! 🐏 This is part 13! It contains violence, angst and horrible descriptions of horrible things (why can't I word things better you ask? I'm tired af, my brain is done.)
You may find lots (and I mean it, lots) of grammatical mistakes and inconsistencies (me translating a sentence in spanish to english even tho I don't know if it makes sense xDD upsi).
Get out of my way 🌈
You remembered everything at once, their faces, your own feelings of agony. There was an essential question waiting to be answered. Are these little D.’s here because of your corrupted soul or, maybe, have you been corrupted because of them? Does it really matter? You looked at your hands and then at Lilith, she seemed angry.
“Five times this week!! You couldn't be satisfied with any of them!” You didn't like the sound of that. “What are you implying?!” you asked. Lilith didn't hold back, too emotional after having remembered her brothers’ faces of anguish. “You want to hurt them!! That little demon of greed appeared because you can't get enough, no amount of suffering can satisfy you!! You want to hurt them to the point of no return!!” Each word pierced you more than the previous one, you felt caged between the wall and the sword. You had no shield and Lilith was merciless.
“That's not true.” you said, your voice barely perceptible. “Oh but it is! I begged you to stop!” The former angel wanted to say more but noticed the eerie silence and lugubrious atmosphere. She looked at you and guilt washed her over, you had paled and tears streamed down your face. “Mc, no... I'm sorry. Mc I-”
“Is it true, Lilith? Did they try to hurt our brothers?” Both you and Lilith looked towards the voice, Lucifer's voice.
You hadn't noticed how the Little D.s' chattering stopped, now all of them stood up impersonating the brothers. They were looking at you from their place, a few meters away, standing still in complete silence, with their eyes looking through you. “It's getting cold, we should go home.” You tried to ignore them but something felt wrong.
They seemed dangerous, you felt like a prey under their gaze. “Go home? I thought you didn't want to be part of our family? You don't have a home, do you? Not here.” Lucifer said. You knew he wasn't the real one, but it was getting harder and harder to tell. “Hey! Shut up and go back to your nonsense!” Lilith put a brave front, even though she felt weaker than ever before. “They tried to kill Belphie, Lilith!” Beelzebub said. “I Would never do that, Beel!” you replied. Lilith's eyes widened in desperation. “No, no, no!! He's NOT Beel!”
You couldn't even think about moving, your figure engulfed by darkness on a night with no moon. From behind you felt Mammon's breath and his voice whispering in your ear. “Mc? Is it okay now?” You turned around swiftly and Mammon revealed the figure of Leviathan with his mouth severely sewed. He was paler than usual, and the bruises around the stitches gave him an even worse look.
“Levi!!” you pushed Mammon away and warily took Leviathan's arms, caressing his face and tenderly touching his now half scarred lips. “No, no, Levi! Oh my god, Leviathan! Why did you do this?!”
“Mc! He’s not Leviathan, he’s a Little D!” Lilith screamed.
“Hmmf morm.” Levi tried to answer, both the stitches and the blood prevented it. “Shhh!! Don't talk!! Let me help you.” tears running down your face, the tremor of your hands equalling the one in your voice. “May the vestiges of pain that linger within the demon before me be eliminated."
Suddenly, Leviathan forced his mouth open, breaking the stitches and covering you with blood. “For you, Mc. I did it for you.” Shock crossed your face and your mouth dropped.
Lilith stared in horror at your worried figure, to her it was obvious that you couldn’t properly distinguish between her brothers and the Little D.s "MC! Levi is safe. He’s not here!” She walked towards you, but before she could reach you, the Little D. of Pride in the shape of Lucifer took her hand, “I have to thank you, dear sister.” Lilith only watched Lucifer, clearly confused. “What do you mean?”
Lucifer laughed before exhaling a satisfied sigh. “We wanted to push them, we wanted to press all their buttons.” He watched intently to Lilith as his smile grew wide. “But who would have guessed? It was you who did it first, our little sister.” Lilith couldn’t shake Lucifer’s grip, couldn’t escape his eyes. She turned her gaze to you, screaming to get your attention. “Mc! Run!”
You cast spell after spell, but Leviathan’s wounds didn’t heal, on the contrary, they got worse. “Levi, don’t worry, it’ll be okay.” You felt Levi’s blood on your face and the smell filled your nostrils. “Your words can’t cure me, they only make me worse.” He said, and you sobbed, trying to speak but only three words came out. “I’m sorry, Levi.” Your tears mixed with the fake blood of the Little D. of envy, if you weren’t so distraught you would have noticed how the eyes of the little demon glowed with joy and amusement.
“Mc! They are the Little D.’s! Mc!” Lilith shouted with all her will, but it was useless. Your unfocused eyes, your shallow breathing, your red and swollen eyes. “Forget it, Lilith. It's too late for them, you couldn't save them, neither you nor your brothers, not even the prince, no one.” Lucifer said.
“Mc?” Beelzebub touched your arm, momentarily distracting you from Levi’s injuries. “Beel?” You replied, narrowing and rubbing your eyes. “Do you know where Belphie is?” Beel asked. Suddenly you did not hear a sound, you saw Lilith scream but everything was in complete silence. You felt your ears clog and an oppressive atmosphere. Beelzebub grabbed your forearm and squeezed it until you screamed. “Ahhh Beel! Stop!” But his grip tightened, his mouth inches away from your ear. “I obeyed you but I’m still hungry.” Your breath was caught in your throat while your heart fought to escape your rib cage. “W-what?” You murmured before hearing a loud thump at your feet. Slowly, your eyes looked at the object that had fallen.
You wanted to scream, to let out the most horrible, painful scream you had ever heard. Instead, no words came out of your mouth. Only the failed attempts to breathe, only tears running down your face. A million shards of glass stabbing your heart, but you couldn’t even move, as Belphie’s head rolled until his lifeless eyes met yours.
“MC! LOOK AT THEM, LOOK AT HIS EYES! THOSE ARE NOT MY BROTHER’S EYES!!” You heard Lilith’s voice like a soft echo even though you knew she was screaming. You wanted to believe her, but right there, looking straight at Belphegor’s eyes, it was clear to you. Belphie’s purple eyes were looking at you, it was him. Not the completely black eyes of a Little D. but the soft purple color and the speck of pink that fades in between. But if they had color that meant that… no, it couldn’t be real.
“Mc!” Lilith shook off Lucifer’s grip and ran towards you, you tried to meet her halfway, weakly raising your hand towards her, but she vanished before you could touch her. A white mist surrounded you, with the fading voice of Lilith calling you. “L-Lilith?” You could not see a thing, your eyes looked into the white fog searching for anything. Unexpectedly, Asmodeu’s face appeared in front of you. Eyes out of his sockets and a smile from ear to ear. “Booh!”
“AAAHHHHHHH!!” you ran into the woods, no matter if you were blindly running into the night, away from the path and safety you knew. Anything was better than this.
Lucifer had gone to a meeting with Diavolo, they were drinking and he was on his second drink of demonus. He wouldn’t be lying if he said he couldn’t stop thinking about you for even a minute. Where were you? Would you ever forgive them? Was it too late for him?
He yearned for your presence, your laugh and the comfort of your smile pressed against his lips. “I should go now, Diavolo.” he tried to get up but a sharp pain shot through his chest, right where the mark of your pact it’s located. Diavolo hadn't heard Lucifer's groans of pain in a while, he was at his friend's side in seconds. “Lucifer!? What's happening!?” The Avatar of pride tore his shirt in a feeble attempt to ease the pain, he looked everywhere searching for you. You were calling him, he could feel you all over the place and then nowhere. “Lucifer!?” Diavolo's voice carried urgency, he could smell the burning skin of Lucifer.
“M-mc is in danger.” Lucifer murmured, trying to breathe. Diavolo cast a glance towards Barbatos, but it was not necessary as the butler was already on his way.
Mammon was laying on your bed waiting for your return when the pain hit him, his chest burning and his back arching painfully until his knees touched his forehead. Although it was paralyzing, Mammon changed into his demon form and quickly left the house of lamentation, frantically looking into the darkness of the devildom’s night. “MC!!!” His voice was desperate, loud and frantic. “Treasure!!” The pain increased and forced him to fall on his knees, but he never stopped calling your name.
Satan watched how Asmodeus’ eyes widened just to quickly close again, how the pupils of the demon of lust dilated as he tried to breathe. “Mc!” Asmo gasped, before falling abruptly. “Asmo!” Satan squatted down but the feeling of your burning pact stopped him, his mind became blurry and from one moment to the next the only thing in his field of vision was the ground. “We have to help them! We…”
You couldn’t see anything, the branches hit your face and scratched your skin to the point of bleeding, but that didn’t stop you. Your legs burned from the effort, you weren’t aware of how much you ran but it didn’t feel like it was enough. “I’m sorry Lucifer!” you screamed, but it wasn’t as loud as you wanted, you were out of breath and the cold air was painful to breathe. “I’m sorry, Levi!” You said. Your legs couldn’t run anymore, but you kept walking, pushing your limits. “I’m sorry, Belphie!” You murmured, no longer moving. “I’m sorry.” You cried.
“I’m sorry, Belphie!” The eyes of the avatar of sloth opened, was it because of the nightmare? Was it because of the intolerable pain in his chest? He didn’t care, he was awake and you weren’t there. He tried to move, but it was impossible, something similar to sleep paralysis. “Mc!!” he cried. “Beel!” he tried again. When he managed to move, the first thing he saw was his twin gasping form, unable to move or pronunce a word. Beelzebub didn’t need to say a word for Belphie to understand, they were feeling the same, you were on danger. You were here with them, you were far away, gone.
Leviathan felt a burning sensation in his chest, fire blazing his skin. However, when he sensed your pact, he felt cold. As if the water seeped into his lungs and sank him into the ocean, cold and alone. And above all that, you. You asking for his help from the surface. “Mc?” Your call through the pacts grew in intensity and the pain did the same.
You wanted to call them, to say sorry and speak the truth. You wanted them to come for you, but at the same time you were afraid. Afraid because you had their lives in your hands and they were ready to give in. No, you couldn’t call them even if that’s what you desired the most.
Something moved behind you, you tried to fight but you were too slow to react. Too slow and too weak, your legs could no longer support you and you fell, who knows where.
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Thanks for reading! ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ I do have something else to say. I have to prepare for my finals and so I won't be able to update for at least a month ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ Having said that... Mc is fine y'all (maybe???), next part it's 75% comfort (maybe?? xD), see you!! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)
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blues824 · 11 months
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Guess what I'm back asking for more remarried empress I'm beginning to feel like Oliver twist asking for more soup your writing is to good.
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🌈Remember the request of the douma mc getting pregnant along side with navier imagine if the baby looked exactly like the original douma from kny
💐How would everyone react to her child looking like a carbon copy of her but it's a boy and got kosiar blonde hair.
🌈Imagen her calling him douma and kosiar accepting it because it's a beautiful name and ask where she got the name from her saying a vision brought her to the name.
💐Every one believing that she is now a actual child of the gods and seeing the little baby douma makes her stronger than ever.
🌈Her and navier children playing together until one day the 3 children get kidnapped by rattrash because she got mad that navier got pregnant and the douma mc also she was her "friend " after all until navier told her lies.
(not that she whoud not do stuff like that she send assassin to kill navies parents and got reveti kidnapped and put in to slavery where she got saved by sovieshit )
💐Imagen the douma mc going on a full rage rampage because they people that made her feel human got taken away and she knows its rattrash using her power to take revenge.
🌈Showing the bill of sell (rattrash her slave serteficate) and forsing her father the high priest do the peternety test on Ian (her first son ) and Alan Rimwell and rattrash and it coming out that her baby is also Alan his child.
💐How would everyone react to the wrath of lady douma and how she just humiliated rattrash in the eastern empire because she tried to take away the children that makes her feel something.
🌈Her later on getting her son back and becoming her" jolly "old self again like she didn't make people feel her wrath like nothing happened.
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(Dark art dark stories)
Major spoilers for the novel.
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Sovieshu
He agreed that what Rashta did was not acceptable by any means, but demanding that the High Priest do a paternity test on the young child and Rashta was not anyway for a Holy Lady to be acting. That was, until the results came in and the child was in fact Rashta’s and Alan Rimwell’s. Then, he demanded that she, her daughter, and Alan do a paternity test and the results came back positive.
The Emperor’s whole world was crashing down around him. You then presented the certificate of Rashta’s slavery, and Soieshu was absolutely furious. It was then that he realized that he was the infertile one between him and Navier, and that’s why they never conceived a child while they were married. 
As an act of remorse in the place of his Empress, he made sure that the children were safely returned. Rashta was promptly arrested, and as you and Kosair were holding your son and Navier and Heinrey were holding their twins, Sovieshu judged accordingly and sentenced his wife to death for her crimes.
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Rashta
She was jealous that you just got to live your life in peace and joy and she had to suffer for every little thing. So, she sent someone to kidnap your and Navier’s children. What she didn’t know is that those children (even the twins) were the only people who made you forget your past, and once they were gone you were back to your insane self. You were just much more angry.
So, you demanded paternity tests done on both Ian and Glorym, and the results came back with Alan Rimwell being the father and Rashta being the mother. You showed the results as well as the certificate of slavery to the press, and everything she built crumbled. She grew hysteric, and you just laughed.
Once you had your son and Navier’s twins back in your arms, you calmed down a bit. However, Sovieshu was not finished with his wife. Everyone, including herself, knew that she would be tried for each of her crimes. Heinrey and Navier took the children out of the courtroom before the High Priest condemned Rashta to death for the charges against her.
The gasp she let out as she saw your evil smile was one of complete fear. Later, in her cell as she was waiting to be brought out for her execution, you visited her one last time. You whispered to her, “You shouldn’t have stolen my son, you bitch. Maybe you could have continued living a lie”. 
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Navier
You heard her gasp and scream, and you ran out to see what had happened. Come to find out: the children were gone. You asked her what had happened, and she explained that a man had come in and stolen them and had pushed her down before she could see her face. However, you knew that this was Rashta’s doing (she was the only one who held no respect for you). Thus, your wrath began.
Navier and Heinrey were distraught, but you and Kosair were enraged. You decided to let everything spill out about the Empress of the Eastern Empire. Paternity tests concluded that Glorym was not a valid heiress to the throne because she wasn’t related to Sovieshu. Then, it got out to the people that not only did she have children before marriage, but she also was a slave since you showed the certificate given to you by Viscount Lotteshu. 
Eventually, you were able to find the children and get them back (and have a meal, but we don’t need to talk about it). You placed bunches of kisses all over your son’s face, but you knew this wasn’t over. So, you put your son into your sister-in-law’s arms so she could take him out of the courtroom until it was over.
Both you and Navier testified against Rashta in court, and your adoptive father was acting as judge. He still judged impartially, believe it or not. It was the jury that concluded the Empress was guilty of all charges and should be sentenced to death. The High Priest signed the papers, and she was condemned. The children were now safe.
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Heinrey
This man was about to wage war with the Eastern Empire until he got his children as well as his nephew back, but you pushed him aside (gently, of course) and said that you would get them back even if you needed to kill someone. You technically did, metaphorically speaking.
He just watched as you quickly wrote to the High Priest before you prepared to leave for the Eastern Empire. You told him to start getting ready as well, as you knew that the current Crown Princess of the E.E. was not Sovieshu’s biological child. You were going to keep it a secret, but Rashta decided to steal your son.
At the dock, the Emperor was standing there with the children. Heinrey was honestly pretty good as long as he knew that Rashta was getting what she deserved for stealing members of the Royal Family, but you wanted to see the Empress dead. So, you opted to stay and let the others go back to the Western Empire.
It wasn’t until you came back that he heard each and every single one of the charges that were pressed against Rashta, and it was all because of you. You did feel bad about Glorym and Ian, since they would never be able to see their mother (in Glorym’s case, again). You told Sovieshu that if the pain ever became too much, he could send the baby girl to you and you would raise her. Heinrey was just surprised that you really exercised the wrath you had to condemn the former mistress to death.
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Kosair
Upon finding out that not only were his niece and nephew gone, but also his own son… it’s over. You and him were angry, and understandably so. However, you were much more powerful than he was, so as he was preparing bags for you two to get going, you quickly sent a letter to the High Priest that demanded a paternity test be done on Glorym to see if she was truly Sovieshu’s daughter.
Lo and behold, she wasn’t , and the evidence was used in the trial against Rashta. Navier and Heinrey were sitting with the children on one of the benches in the courtroom as you and Kosair testified against Rashta. It was clear who was going to win, but everyone was entitled to a fair trial.
When the verdict was reached, you grasped onto your husband’s arm as the jury stated the Empress of the Eastern Empire was going to be sentenced to death. Right after everyone was dismissed, you both were finally reunited with Douma and it was the happiest you have ever been before.
Then you had to start the process of sailing back to the Western Empire. One could consider it a cruise with how much everyone relaxed at being with their children once again. But, you became very paranoid, and you hated to leave your son out of sight for even a second. Kosair understood, so he suggested that when you got back home, you both could sleep in the nursery until your fear was conquered.
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This is an 18+ blog. No minors, pretty please.
✨ = new 🖤 = smut 🌈 = fluff 🔪 = dark 💥 = angst
series and collections
something wretched about this 🖤 - joel x f!reader 5 part series featuring Joel Miller; self appointed pharmacist, medication supplier, drug dealer and total, utter slut.
welcome to the carnal-val 🖤🎪- various x reader a pedro pascal character circus AU home of bravo the clown, ringmaster whiskey, and more.
cuck!Joel 🖤🌈- joel x f!reader, m!OC(s) x f!reader adventures in cucking one Joel Miller.
✨Dieter's PA 🖤💥- dieter x gn!reader a collection of Dieter Bravo's antics with his long suffering PA.
dress up Joel 🖤🌈 - joel x f!reader welcome to your seasonal encounters with one Mr. Joel Miller.
oneshots
sleepless 🖤 - joel x f!reader - 3.5k It’s been days since you last got anything resembling decent sleep. You’re exhausted, but more than that, you’re angry. Every little thing is pissing you off, and you just want to be left the fuck alone. Joel, ever the gentleman, has a solution to your sleeplessness, and your bad mood.
best in show 🖤- dieter x f!reader - 3.7k The Academy Awards, the most well known, well planned, film award ceremony in the world. So why is the host missing?
✨some good friend 🖤 - tim rockford x sex worker!f!reader - 7k Somewhere between Detective and himself, Tim Rockford comes to you for a relief he's finally letting himself have.
drabbles
y2k 🌈- no pairing a day in the life of Joel and Sarah Miller
coming soon the howler monkey - 25th March
egg hunt - 27th March
down to clown - 1st April
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odinsblog · 10 months
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Great news everyone! Thanks to the death of a horribly influential racist, homophobe, and all around evil ass old white man, the world is better off now than it was when Pat Robertson was alive 😊
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And if you don’t like me celebrating the death of an objectively evil person who used religion to spread hatred, racism, misogyny and so much more—if you think I’m just as bad as he was, you can go fuck yourself. Seriously. Go make your own post where you virtue signal and flex about how good YOU allegedly are, but any marginalized group that suffered under Pat Robertson should be respectful and contain ourselves.
Fuck. That. Bullshit.
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This dude is who I picture whenever someone says “white devil”
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I’m glad his hatin’ ass died during Pride Month 🌈
Anyway, have a better day now 😊😊😊
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ohitslen · 1 year
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🌸Trigun fics recommendations🌸
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Links are attached!🌈✨
Dropping the fics I’ve read so far in my free time with summary and all that :) [in no specific order] oh and these are almost all Vashwood so brace yourself for that. I did put a warning in my description
‼️Be aware that most of these take place in Trimax so spoilers are a given‼️ it’s up to you to read the tags to have a better idea of its contents im just here to provide the list 🫡
1. “Falling stars” by Dozycerberus
“When a set of twins are found wandering the desert without any family in sight, Hopeland Orphanage is the only logical place they would end up.”
One of my personal favorites! If not my favorite. All I have for this one is praises.
2. “Love and it’s decisive pain (sunlight)” by FlowerCitti
“He hears a rumbling laugh, like the wisps of cigarette smoke and the crack of the first shot in a gunfight, like the pleasant sting of whiskey in his throat— “I take it that he was looking for you, huh?” A voice rasps from behind him, and everything in Vash feels like it comes to a halt. He knows that voice.”
Reincarnation fic (you will see a lot of these) that I willingly let destroy me. You will also see lots of Flower’s works here, they are great at hurt/comfort trust me.
3. “Donuts are one way to the heart, the other one is with a knife” by Dezace
Another favorite author of mine that you will see more works of on this list.
Vashwood antics, them being sweet and a angst sprinkled here and there.
This is actually a collection of works that I definitely could list individually but this list is way too long for that— so, feel free to check it out! How vague I know OAJSKW
4. “Tell me why your hands are cold (show me how)” by desertblooms
“Wolfwood eases him back down into the bed. Runs a hand through his own hair, digging his nails in just to feel the burn because he’s seriously starting to think he’s bitten off more than he can chew. “You idiot,” he breathes into the open air, “I’m goin’ to kill you when you wake up.” If the sickness doesn’t get to him first. But that thought goes unspoken.”
Sick fic you know how it is. “I need you” absolutely life changing.
5. “Forgive me father for I have sinned-Wolfwood (P.S. He isn’t sorry at all)” by Dezace
““I want to fuck a priest.”
“A good one?”
"Yes."
“I understand.”
“Good, good.” (Or: Vash and Wolfwood are fucking thirsty for each other and everyone suffers(Except Meryl, she has popcorn ready))”
Crack fic! Because it’s needed after you’re drenched in angst. I know what you read. You’ll appreciate a cackle or two.
6. “Bendición ” by varilien
“Having been dating for as long as they have, Wolfwood's known that it was only a matter of time before Vash popped the "do you want to meet my mom?" question, although admittedly he was hoping he could put it off a little longer.”
Modern setting in where Wolfwood meets Rem (she’s alive so that’s always a plus), and it’s so sweet and it’s pure fluff. That’s all.
7. “Bag of bones” by chaiku
“Not only was he fucked up physically, but he fucked up in front of Vash of all people. He was the last person in the world that Wolfwood wanted to see him like that: broken and helpless. And now he would also need to explain it all…His head hurt just from thinking about it.”
Wolfwood being vulnerable. That’s all I’m gonna say to hook you in.
8. “Who’s to say I don’t hold everything in my hands?” by Dezace
“Wolfwood likes to try and figure out Vash the Stampede whenever he had the chance. Traveling with him gives some insight into the man behind the bounty. He doesn't mind what he finds.”
Vash being the smarty pants he is! I love to see it. It’s so lovely I adore it.
9. “To the white of your eye” by Dezace
“Vash doesn't only have scars across his body. Wolfwood finds out and nothing changes.”
Face scar Vash is on.the.table. You’ll notice a trend in Dezace’s work of how WW is down bad for Vash no matter what and honestly I can relate to that heavily, we all love Vash.
10. “Hold my body down” by The_IPRE
“You're dead.” Vash's eyes are shiny behind the glasses, unshed tears barely held back. “We waited! We tried to bring you back! I kept them from burying you for as long as I could but you were dead!” Wolfwood lets himself follow the pull on his shirt, leans into Vash’s space to rest their foreheads together. “Guess I’m pretty hard to get rid of, huh?”
So basically, WW is all casual about coming back from being “dead” and Vash isn’t. Hurt/comfort mhm.
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sitp-recs · 2 months
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Anime Recs Pt 2
Any BL fan knows that sports anime is all about the homoerotic tension between the MC, his team players and his rivals 🤌🏼 trust this genre to serve in both aesthetics and feels - which means it deserves its own list! I tried to include a little bit of everything from hidden gems like Ryman’s Club to big hits like Haikyu. Most of these have 🌈 vibes if you squint (sometimes not that hard) with YoI being more intentional about it. And for those who love found family like me, you can’t go wrong with 1, 2 or 6. I hope everyone can get something for their tastes and find catharsis as they cheer for these pretty boys. This is the second part of my anime rec series, you can find the first list here. Enjoy!
1. Backflip!! 🤸🏻‍♂️
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Summary: Shotaro Futaba loved sports, but was never good enough. But watching a group of gymnasts in the park and seeing them in a gymnastics tournament, he decides to join their school and become part of the gymnastic team. With new members, Shotaro and Ryoya Misato, the team aims for the upcoming Inter-High tournament.
2. Big Windup! ⚾️
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Summary: The story follows the story of Ren Mihashi, a pitcher who was blamed by his middle school team for their string of losses, and as a result suffers from low self-esteem and transfers to a different high school. There, the school's first baseball team is being formed and Mihashi reluctantly joins as their Ace Pitcher.
3. Free! 🏊‍♂️
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Summary: Free is set in the town of Iwatobi, Japan, which is based on Iwami, Tottori. The story is centered on high school student Haruka Nanase, a gifted swimmer. After encountering his childhood rival, Rin Matsuoka from Samezuka Academy, he and his friends revitalize Iwatobi High School's swim team.
4. Haikyu!! 🏐
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Summary: Junior high school student, Shoyo Hinata, becomes obsessed with volleyball after catching a glimpse of Karasuno High School playing in the Nationals on TV. Of short stature himself, Hinata is inspired by a player the commentators nickname 'The Little Giant', Karasuno's short but talented wing spiker.
5. Kuroko no Basket 🏀
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Summary: The story follows Kuroko's journey to success with his team, with most of the episodes being based around one or part of one challenging game, in which Kuroko and his teammates, most notably Taiga Kagami, perform plays and have short conversations with opposing players in the heat of the match.
6. Run with the Wind 🏃‍♂️
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Summary: After abandoning competitive running back in high school, Kakeru Kurahara has no desire to return to the sport during his college years. But when an impromptu shoplifting-related sprint brings his talent to the attention of Haiji Kiyose, he soon finds himself wrapped up in an adventure he never imagined.
7. Salaryman’s Club 🏸
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Summary: The story follows Mikoto Shiratori, a recently unemployed badminton prodigy who has the ability of foresight. After getting fired from Mitsuhoshi Banking for losing a match for their company sports badminton team, he gets recruited by Sunlight Beverage to play for their team and become a sales rep.
8. SK8 the Infinity 🛹
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Summary: In Okinawa, a group of hardcore skaters participate in a secret, no-holds-barred competition after midnight known as "S", racing each other on skateboards down a winding road carved out of an abandoned mine. Reki, a high school sophomore and hardcore skater, takes new transfer student Langa to S one night, and ends up pulling him into the world of skateboarding.
9. Tsurune 🏹
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Summary: Minato joins the Kazemai High School Archery Club and along with his old friends and new teammates, Nanao Kisaragi and Kaito Onogi, they aim for winning the prefectural tournament while trying to overcome their doubts and shortcomings.
10. Yuri!!! On ICE ⛸️
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Summary: Japanese figure skater Yuri Katsuki faces a crushing defeat during the Grand Prix finals and heads home, unsure of whether or not he wishes to continue his skating career. After a video of Yuri mimicking Russian figure skater Victor Nikiforov's routine goes viral, Victor decided to become Yuri's coach, much to the dismay of his coach, his fans, and his fellow Russian skater Yuri Plisetsky.
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goobersnart · 18 days
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Joyqueer
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I want to preface this coining post with the following:
This blog is not a discourse blog or a coining blog! We don't take requests for this stuff. If you start shit you will be blocked and ignored! ^_^
The emojicode (cus we're a sucker for 'em): 🌤️🌈
Feel free to do whatever the fuck you want w/ this flag, it's a pretty flag, have fun with it!
This is a long post, be prepared HELP
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Joyqueer is essentially a blankqueer term where one prefers to focus on positivity. They try and look on the bright side of things, even in the darkest of hours.
Even though Joyqueer focuses on the positivity, it doesn't condone toxic positivity. We're not naïve, the world isn't sunshine and rainbows 24/7. We look on that side when applicable to ease life and stress because focusing on the bad 24/7 and being drowned in misery is painful and hurts.
This stance is for good faith terms/identities, follows P.L.U.R (Peace, Love, Unity (and), Respect), and users might spread positivity and joy amongst others.
This stance is supportive & inclusive of/to the following:
Mspec queers (ie mspec lesbians, gays, biles, bipan, etc.), gender anarchy (being a girlboy, transfemasc thing, having no gender while having gender, etc), & relationship anarchy (being aplatonic, being loveless, having sex with your friends and or doing things with friends that others consider "weird", polyamory, being with objects and or stuffed animals, etc)
System inclusive with the respect of cultures and against spreading misinformation.
Inclusive of ones with cluster B disorders and to educate about them and spread joy to the ones with the disorders that are suffering. NPD abuse doesn't exist, and pw HPD/BPD/ASPD aren't bad for existing!
Anticontact paraphiles that are just existing in a world that sadly doesnt understand them. attraction isn't action and no matter how ""harmful"" the attraction is (attracts cannot be harmful as thought crimes dont exist), you aren't a bad person for something you cannot control.
Anti-censorship in art and storytelling; fiction freedom in the largest of sense. Fiction isn't on the same level as reality, characters are the dolls you play with.
Youth liberation; realizing that the youth isn't stupid and that children are people too.
Atypical dysphoria and the ones that're nonhuman and or alterhuman, extranthrope, altsex, therian, objectkin, conceptkin, etc. A means to spreading positivity and joy to the ones suffering with odd and unusual dysphoria. This includes transhumanism and the personal choice of deciding what one does to ones body; this includes things that you'd find personally uncomfortable/harmful.
This stance is not supportive & inclusive of/to the following:
Transitioning to harmful transids (transnazi, transracist, transblack, transasian, etc.)
xenosatanism
any sort of harassment
antitheism/abolition of religion
Like I said above the cut, any sort of hate will get deleted. Spread positivity to the ones that need it, the world needs more positivity. If one has any questions, feel free to ask! :]
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rainbowsky · 10 months
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Happy Pride! 💖🌈🦄
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Happy Pride, everyone!
I wanted to celebrate Pride this year by sharing some great up-beat queer anthems - songs from some of the groundbreaking queer artists who have been raising their voices to make the world a better place every day. Let's celebrate diversity together! 😘
Domo Wilson - Bisexual Anthem
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Domo Wilson should really be the one to start the Pride festivities this year, with this amazing, amazing, amazing Bisexual Anthem. Songs like this are rare - great message AND good song. This woman is fucking brilliant. (Sexually explicit lyrics).
Brenda Fassie - Vuli Ndlela
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Africa's first openly gay pop star Brenda Fassie is an incredible talent. Her voice, her style, everything about the way she sings is utterly captivating, compelling and packed full of emotion - whether it be joy or misery.
I discovered her a while back and had that tragic modern experience of falling in love with an artist and then immediately being pitched into grief as I learned about her difficult life and too early death.
Some of you might be familiar with the Chinese term, 'jaiyou' which literally means 'add oil' or more generally, 'go for it!' Vuli ndlela is a similar term that means 'make way!'
The song is about sticking it to gossipy neighbours on her son's wedding day (because they thought he'd never marry and find lasting love), but over the years it has become a popular anthem of empowerment and encouragement.
Troye Sivan and Gordi - Wait
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Who can resist a dreamy, sweet duet with two queer darlings?
Muna - Pink Chiffon (feat. Phoebe Bridgers)
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I've shared this song before on my blog but it's such a sweet, catchy, up-beat song it deserves to be shared again.
Beth Ditto - We Could Run
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One of the greatest - and most consistently and criminally underrated - voices in music.
Kehlani - Altar
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This isn't an artist I've followed in the past, but this particular song is so infectious, I absolutely love it.
Shae Diamond - I Am Her
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In her own words:
"My name is Shea Diamond, Singer/Songwriter based in NYC by way of Flint, MI. I was born into a gender role that I did not accept & I didn’t feel like myself. Desperate to find the financial means to transition to my true gender, I committed a crime in 1999 & was sentenced to 10 years in a men's prison. While incarcerated, I found a community that shared my trans experience - it was there where I found my voice. I began writing “I Am Her” as a statement to a world that said I shouldn't exist. I wrote it as an anthem for all those that felt shunned for simply being who they were. In 2009 I was released from prison. Shortly after my release, I moved to New York City where I found a studio to record “I Am Her” and the means to create a video for my song."
Ria Mae - Bend
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Canadian pop sensation Ria Mae, yet another criminally underrated artist whose work speaks for itself. Let's give her some love as her home town and province have been suffering intense and dangerous wildfires, and destruction to homes and wildlife habitat.
Janelle Monae - Lipstick Lover
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I don't even need to say anything about this song that this stupid-ass 'age restriction' bullshit doesn't already say. 😅
It's worth the trip to YouTube.
Erasure - A Little Respect
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I'll close this off with one of the best gay anthems ever written, and one of my all-time favorite songs. Never has it felt more relevant than it does today, with all the hate being thrown at queer people, all the backward redneck laws, all the churchy dicks trying to destroy the lives of people they don't understand. Like the line in the song:
What religion or reason Could drive a man to forsake his lover?
What indeed?
Happy Pride everyone! 💖
YouTube playlist of these songs.
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stephmcx · 3 months
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Fic Writing Review 2023 🌈
Ha, I did think about digging up last year's review and doing it sometime before Christmas! Because I've done these for a few years now. But I have barely written anything in 2023 and I never went looking. But now that I've been tagged I'm gonna do it, even if it comes out on the (very) short side. Thank you for the tag, @itwoodbeprefect!
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Words and Fics (on ao3) 📚
words posted: 32,393
fics posted: 5
first fic: Rainbows over Waikiki
last fic: "Are you mad?" (Chapter 7 of H50 Short Fics and Prompt Fills)
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Ships and Fandoms ⚓
Hawaii Five-0 (2010) (2) McDanno, of course
Ted Lasso (TV) (3) Roy x Jamie, who I have shipped since season 1 (when Jamie confessed to Roy about the poster) and I find it somewhat funny that it has become the fandom's Big Ship only after last season
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Top 5 Fics by Kudos 🏆
With 5 fics in total this one is easy:
Oi! Tartt! Boot Room now! Ted Lasso, Roy x Jamie, T, 1k words
Those Lips (Red as Blood) Ted Lasso, Roy x Jamie, T, 1.4k words
Rainbows over Waikiki H50, McDanno, M, 27k words, incomplete
One night at G-A-Y Ted Lasso, Roy x Jamie, T, 405 words
"Are you mad?" H50, McDanno, G, 567 words
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Top 5 Favorite Fics 💖
Picking just one:
Rainbows over Waikiki Shortly after his mom dies, Steve kisses his best friend Luca. A week later his dad shoves him back into the closet by sending him away to the Army-Navy-Academy. What follows is a life full of lying and hiding and pretending—until he finds support from unlikely allies. Things get complicated when he returns to Hawaii 20 years later, when DADT is repealed and he falls head over heels for his new partner, Danny Williams. This is Steve’s story.
My baby. My big story. The Project that I've been working on for several years tbh. It's still incomplete even though there's not much that's missing (mostly editing, a missing link between the last two chapters and parts of the epilogue). I wrote most of it in 2022 and was on a good way to finishing it at the beginning of 2023 so I started posting. I don't know what happened then. Too much work, too much stress, call it writer's block if you will, I haven't been able to pick it back up. I will finish it, I promise, I just don't know when. 🥺
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Fandom Fic Events 🤝
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Projects for 2024 👀
After the last year I don't have much trust in making fic writing plans anymore. I don't think my work load will decrease anytime soon. But then, maybe I should stop waiting for the day I'm suddenly not tired anymore and just write anyway. Because I miss writing. A lot.
So let's treat this as a wish list more than an actual project list, yeah?
The fic that is closest to finishing is a continuation of One night at G-A-Y, with a gay Roy trying to figure out what kind of flavor queer Jamie is, if at all.
A McDanno fic where Steve has been dishonorably discharged from the Navy thanks to DADT. He returns to Hawaii, out and proud now because fuck the Navy, and he opens up a queer gym after he doesn't find a place where he can train without either hiding or suffering harassment. When a man dies in an illegal MMA fight, Steve suddenly finds himself subject of a police investigation led by (surprise!) Detective Danny Williams. In my mind this is another Big and Long Story. Maybe I can find a way to break it down into small chunks.
A kind of dark-ish fic where, despite being a SEAL and therefore very capable of defending himself, thank you very much, Steve finds himself at a disadvantage when he's assaulted by a bunch of homophobe thugs.
I have collected a variety of paragraphs and snippets around a transmasc!Steve headcanon. I haven't figured out what to do with them yet.
And, of course, finish Rainbows Over Waikiki
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Tagging ✨
I think most people I know have been tagged in the original post. I'm adding (no pressure) @cowandcalf, @goneahead, @emphasisonthehomo, @lukeclvez and anyone (you!) who wants to join in.
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vikkirosko · 1 year
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Hello there! I was wondering if you could a Hazbin Hotel request. With female reader if it's possible, if it's not, you can do it gn without any problem ^^ It would be about Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Angel Dust and Husk (sepparetly)reacting to an early teenager (13 years old) entering the hotel and politely asking for a room for undefined time. the reader has this corporal language like is always prepared to being attacked and flinches over everything, like, they call her name; she flinches; someone touches her; she flinches. But is always a sweetheart with everyone and tries to hide the fact that she was physically and mentally 4bus3d when alive and died from su1c1d3. (If you are triggered with this term, just change it to a natural death, I don't rlly mind ^^)
If you're uncomftable with this request, just scroll it and feel free to ignore it.
Attention
These headcanons contain mentions to abuse and suicide, please read with caution and take care of yourself. P.S. These are platonic headcanons
Platonic headcanons Hard life
🌈 Charlie Morningstar x fem!Reader 🎶
When Charlie opened the hotel, she planned that she would be able to help sinners atone for their sins. However, the hotel was not in demand. That's why when she heard the front door open, she was sure it was a new guest, but it was you. A thirteen-year-old girl who looked around uncertainly. Charlie was surprised when she saw you, but still came up to you and asked what you wanted to find out what exactly you want. She was even more surprised when you politely asked for a room for an indefinite period of time
Charlie gave you a room. She was as friendly as possible towards you, but pretty quickly she noticed that you seemed to be waiting for an attack. Every time someone called your name or touched you, you flinched, as if afraid that someone would hit you or say something unpleasant. She quickly realized that you were facing violence and that you needed the care and love that Charlie was ready to give you
Only when you began to trust her enough did you tell her that when you were alive, your life was more like survival. Your parents were violent people and you were often physically and psychologically abused. In the end, your life ended early and you ended it with your own hands, unable to bear such a life anymore. Charlie was shocked by your story. This once again convinced her that you needed care to make such terrible memories fade into the background
She understood that it was hard for you to trust people again, but she wanted to help you. She sincerely wanted at least in Hell to have more positive emotions in your life. She sincerely wanted you to feel safe in her hotel and be able to call this place your home
❌️ Vaggie x fem!Reader 🎀
Vaggie knew there were a lot of bad people in Hell, but there were also those who didn't deserve to be there. When she saw you, she immediately realized that you belonged to the second type. You were just a quiet and polite girl of about thirteen. You asked for a number for an indefinite period and Vaggie gave it to you. You didn't look like someone who scoffed at their idea. You looked like a person who needed shelter
Vaggie was looking out for you. She often noticed that you seemed to be expecting an attack. Even if someone just called you by name, you shrank, as if in fright. This bothered Vaggie. She understood that the reason for this was most likely that you were being abused and she wanted to help you. Every time she saw you scared, she saw herself at a young age, at an age when she couldn't protect herself yet
Vaggie tried to support you and offered to teach you how to defend yourself. You agreed to her proposal. She taught you to physically fight back against ill-wishers. With every day that you spent together, you began to trust her more and more. She became the only one to whom you told about everything you went through and how you ended your suffering with your own hands. Vaggie didn't blame you for this, realizing that not everyone could mentally withstand such a thing
Vaggie took care of you and did not let you offend when you yourself did not find the strength to respond to the offender. She understood that it was hard for you in Hell, so she sincerely wanted to help you, even if her help would be to help you learn how to fight back against those who would at least try to cause you any harm
🕷 Angel Dust x fem!Reader 💖
You met Angel at the hotel. He was watching from the stairs when you came to the hotel and asked Charlie for a room for an indefinite period. Angel watched as the Princess of Hell took you to the room where you were going to live. You looked at him with uncertainty when Charlie introduced you, but his gaze did not hide the fact that you flinched when she called you by name
At first you didn't communicate, but Angel really often noticed that you behaved as if you could be attacked at any moment. You flinched at every touch and mention of your name. Angel quickly realized that you were a victim of violence. His theory was confirmed when you brought it up. It was easier for you to tell a stranger about this, but your conversation brought you much closer
You reminded Angel of his sister. You were nice and polite and you should have lived a good and long life, but it didn't happen, because you ended your life pretty early. He understood that it was hard for you to live a full life even in Hell because of the violence you experienced, so he decided to help you. He had a lot of problems himself, but he was still going to help you learn not to be afraid and live a full life
He often began to take you with him and even introduced you to Cherry. He took care of you like an older brother. He wasn't very responsible, but he knew how to take care of you, he knew how to cheer you up with his jokes. He may not have been the most responsible named big brother, but he sincerely wanted to help you and take care of you
📻 Alastor x fem!Reader 🎙
Even when Alastor was alive, he did not like people who caused harm to others using their strength, but when they met a stronger opponent, they immediately lost their fighting spirit. When Alastor saw you at the hotel, you seemed like a lost child to him. Charlie gave you a hotel room and asked Alastor not to scare you, but he didn't plan to do that. On the contrary, he was quite friendly towards you
He often talked to you, wanting to get rid of boredom. Every time he called your name or violated your personal space, you flinched, as if expecting to be attacked. It surprised him, but it made him think that you had been abused either before your death or in Hell. He thought about it, but he was able to confirm his theory only when you personally told him about it
You told him about how your guardian took out anger on you, subjecting you to physical and psychological violence, but every time in public your guardian portrayed as a decent person. You couldn't stand it, ending your own life. Alastor understood that it was impossible to change the past, but he was going to help you move on confidently
Alastor has taken you under his wing, looking out for you and helping you become more confident. No one would dare to even try to harm you because Alastor would not tolerate such a thing. He hoped you'd be able to smile more often. He was hoping that you would have a lot more reasons to smile
🃏 Husk x fem!Reader 🥃
When you came to the hotel Husk was standing at the bar and calmly watching what was happening. He was surprised to see a thirteen-year-old girl and even more surprised when he found out that you would be staying in a hotel, but he didn't show it. He watched in silence as Charlie arranged for you a small tour of the hotel so that you could get used to your temporary home faster
Quite often he began to see you at the bar. At first he assumed that you wanted to drink alcohol in secret from Charlie and Vaggie, but you never even tried to do it. It was like you were more comfortable being there. He noticed that every time someone called your name or touched you, you flinched, as if expecting a blow. You hid behind his bar a few times. You didn't bother him and he didn't send you away, but even he was curious why you spent so much time there
In the evening, when you were alone in the hall, he asked you about why you spend so much time near his bar. It was then that you told him that when you were alive, you were often subjected to abuse, both physically and psychologically. The only place where you felt safe was the bar, which was located on the ground floor of the building where there was an apartment where you lived. The bartender always let you hide there, seeing the bruises on your hands. But the kindness of a single person could not save you. That's why you unconsciously treated Husk with more trust than the others
Husk did not openly treat you differently. He kept being rude, but he wasn't going to let anyone hurt you. He wasn't the person who once looked after you, but you needed support and Husk was ready to give it to you, although he wasn't going to admit it openly
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hahahahahangst · 6 months
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SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST
(none of my fics include i*cest of any kind)
💖= fluff (platonic) 👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻= sister fic 🕊️= dark themes (sh, sa, ed, suicide + always read tags peeps) 🔥 = smut 🌈= ship / pairing mentioned (read description) ✔️= complete ❓= requested
Series:
INKTOBER (but it's fanfic) (🌈) (ao3)
would you love me now? (👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻🕊️)
WORDS POSTED: 83k / 120k
Summary:
Emily was, by all accounts, perfectly normal. One day, her life goes in flames and all she's left with is a letter that says to call a certain John Winchester. So she does.
Description: long sisfic with some canon divergence. If you ever asked yourself what would have happened if Dean and Sam had a sister, this is the fic for you. Contains mature themes (sh, sa, ed, s*icide), because this is supernatural and if i little sister were to exist she would suffer.
Season 1: idontwannabeyouanymore
Season 2: All too well (Winchester's version)
Season 3: Or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone
Season 4 (currently being posted): the grudge
Be The Young (👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻🕊️✔️)
WARNING: this is the 1.0 version of would you love me now on AO3. While i recommend reading that version, I'm going to keep this link here for those who are reading on Tumblr.
UPDATE: it is posted my guys. All chapters up to s5 are posted.
I do not think I will keep posting this on tumblr as the more time passes the more the editor makes me go crazy.
You can read s6, 7 and following (if I ever manage to write them) on AO3 (see above).
MASTERPOST
Oneshots:
not a big deal (👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻💖) (ao3)
the cake (❓👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👧🏻💖) (tumblr)
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ruhorih4ra · 9 months
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Drumroll 🥁🥁... Pt. 5! ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ
Previous part! ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ
Get out of my way 🌈
They were little!
You left me on a day like this one year ago, you left me and never came back. I can't tell you the misery I've felt ever since. The sorrow in my soul grew day after day fed by the rotten hope of seeing you again.
That must have been what caused this. These demons are made of delirium and pain.
You were in an empty room at RAD, classes have ended a long time ago. The dark sky and gloomy aura didn’t help to ease your nerves. You swallowed hard before resuming reading.
That demon with high-pitched voice, cruel eyes and wicked smile...
“Hey! I'm not like that! Such a petty man!” The Little D. of envy was beside you, reading intently with you. “Shh! Be quiet!”
He murmured bitter words in my ear, pointing out poisoned comparisons between me and the others. Oh how badly I envied those who could be happy with their loved ones, how unfair it seemed! That damned demon told me he wanted to eat my soul.
“You told him?! How?! Because to me it was an ‘I WILL eat you soul!’” “Shhh! I’m reading!”
“There must be a mistake, sir. I don't have one, I lost it along with my love.”
“You have one, indeed, a delicious one. Seasoned by the lost and the pure suffering that accompanies it.”
“Lame. I don’t talk like that.” The Little D. of envy stuck out his tongue.
That's how I found out I still had one. I didn't care, I didn't need it, plus he described my soul like someone would describe their favorite dish. I thought it wouldn't matter to give him that little treat.
“If you're that hungry, little guy, you can have it. Go on, I have no use for it.” But that cruel demon just looked at me and muttered a soft yet devastating response. “Not yet.”
“This is so sad.” “He was a miserable man.” “How about me? Am I miserable too?” You looked at him expectantly. “It’s the brothers’ fault. You’re good.” You laughed heartily. “How kind of you!” You compared your circumstances, maybe things could be different.
“Maybe it’s just a misunderstanding. It’s not like they’re dead.” The Little D. took the form of Leviathan, he looked at you right in the eye. “There are multiple ways of losing someone, multiple ways of suffering.” You could see yourself through his eyes. “I guess that’s my answer.”
Not yet, he promised and he fulfilled it. The days passed and my pain grew. I started to feel very sleepy, in my dreams I could still be with my beloved. Then another demon appeared, but he told me the same thing. “Not yet.”
Dreams weren't enough, I wanted more. I wanted them to be real. I wanted everything. Another demon appeared, loud and annoying. Nothing changed.
“So... Envy, Sloth and Greed. You mean to tell me that there are more? What a hassle.”
The emptiness in my chest grew bigger, I couldn't fill it with anything, neither with food, nor with sex, the void was infinite. Five little demons accompanied me all the time, enjoying my desperation. Yet, nothing happened.
“When will you eat my soul?” I asked. “Soon.” He replied.
I couldn't understand why? Why did you have to go?! I loved you more than anyone, so why did God take you away from my side?! How dare he?! The wrath I felt inside me flowed like an avalanche, and along with it, a stupid conviction that it was better this way. That I didn't need you, that I was better off alone.
“It's time.” He finally declared, looking at me with hunger. “You sure took your time, I have patiently waited for this moment.” I responded and then I felt nothing.
Now there is only empty space where my love used to be. I was a fool, I should've taken better care of my soul. But they deceived me, those demons.
They were little, but what a big appetite. I should have known, these demons were my own, I created them and fed them misery.
But how? How could they?! They were little.
You turned the sheet of paper only to find a completely white sheet. “What?! That's all?! This can't be real.” you got desperate, reading the last few pages all over again. The drawings always showed a poor gray guy with a face full of sadness, near him a bunch of annoying little demons with smiles bigger than their own faces.
“You all are nefarious! What are you?!”
The Little D. of pride appeared, rolling his blue eyes. “Don't you know how to read, human? We are YOUR demons.” He took the form of Lucifer. This small show of going from an innocent tiny demon to a very perfect copy of Lucifer always gets on your nerves. He leaned over you threateningly. He roughly grabbed your chin and moved closer, your noses almost touching. He even smelled like Lucifer, coffee and perfume. “We are yours, and someday you will be ours.”
Before you could regain your composure, someone intruded into the room. “MC!! What are ya doin' here!? We've been looking for you, Lucifer is seriously pissed!!”
“Oh, it's you, Mammon.” You barely had time to hide the book, unfortunately it didn't go unnoticed by Mammon. “What do ya mean it's me? You were waitin' for someone else? What's that behind your back?” He approached you with that odd familiarity you had developed. “Nothing!” You would have been found guilty were you testifying with that voice.
“Ever the terrible liar, human.” He smiled fondly at you. “Come on, show me.” “No.” You stick out your tongue, trying to get up without showing the book.
Surprisingly, he merely touched your arm, completely ignoring the book. “Hey Mc, Is everything alright? You didn't watch the movie with us yesterday.” He swallowed, his eyes avoiding you while his hand tried to reach yours. His movements were anxious and insecure.
“I got bored.” You swiftly removed Mammon's hand and there was a visible change in his features, he bit his lips and hid the hurt behind a cheerful voice. “Well, we should do something funny. Let's go to this place I found...” “I'm not in the mood.”
You knew what he was trying to do, what everyone seemed to be thinking. Of course you wanted to hang out with them, but not out of pity or guilt. “You're mad at me.” He said softly and you felt it again, something bubbling up inside you, a tiny spark of rage.
“Why should I?” The hope that arose in him quickly died after meeting your eyes. “Then why?” “Because I don’t want to. Not with you.” You saw his facade fall completely, the lump that had formed in his throat threatened to suffocate him. “Oh.”
The walk to the House of Lamentation was silent, not a word exchanged between you and him. The Avatar of Greed thought you were punishing him with that look of pure disappointment. He tried to speak but every single time, the words stuck in his throat.
In your head, the words kept repeating like a broken record. “Now there is only an empty space where my love used to be.” It sounded like a prophecy, a bad omen of your future. “Would they love me? Even if I lose my soul?” “Why would they? If they don’t love you now that you have one.” That made you stop, suddenly hitting with Mammon’s chest, who was following you from behind.
“I am.” Your voice was strained. “Mc?” You turned around to face him. “I’m angry with you.” Mammon didn’t know how to react, you were serious. It wasn’t a silly fight or a mere disagreement. “Why?” He cursed himself, why didn’t his father give him the gift of eloquence? You shook your head in a swift motion, trying to hold back the tears. “Don’t play dumb. It’s not a nice thing to do. Don’t do unto others what you don’t want done unto you.”
You were waiting, surely your first would know what to do, the first to show you some kind of love. “Do you love me?” The words slipped out involuntarily. Mammon’s heart stopped for a moment, he opened his eyes as wide as he could. “I-” His face flushed red while his mouth struggled to let the words out. Yeah! I love you so much, Mc! I love you! I love you!
He made an effort to remember what Sc had told him, to be honest with you. She had told him to say those simple words: I love you. His brain short-circuited trying to force the words out, to gain courage. So he did what he tends to do, he rambled nonsenses. “Sc…” He knew he had failed as soon as he saw your face, your broken heart could be seen in your eyes. “Of course.” “Wait! No!”
You moved faster than Mammon could react, walking away from him. In that silent street, you could only hear a couple of hearts breaking.
When you finally reached the mansion he gained enough courage to mutter a single but fervent “I'm sorry.” You looked at him and smiled, better said, tried to smile. You could only afford a weak half grin. “What are you sorry for, my dear first?”
The venomous way you used the nickname he liked so much hurt him more than he thought. “Sorry for pushing me aside? Sorry for treating me like a faulty old lucky charm?” He shook his head, tears threatening to fall.
“I’ve never done that, y-you know I wouldn't.” The miserable appearance he was showing pulled some strings in your heart, you sighed, you really couldn't blame them. “Then you have nothing to be sorry for.”
You went into to the house without waiting for him. He watched you leave and the ache in his hut grew bigger, he should have begged for your forgiveness. Lay his heart out, explain how it was never his intention to make you feel bad. He chased after you with that mission, but instead he saw a very angry Lucifer in the hallway.
Pt. 6 ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ
Sometimes I want to translate things straight from spanish to english and I think “Oh this makes sense, this sounds good.” and then I google it and it means something totally fucking different and just- oh my god, why??
I'm sorry, I wanted to vent.
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