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[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

TAGS ARE DONE LETS FUCKING GO

Starter call time! Specify muse or I will choose at random

[vyainide]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤnothing for you other than loveㅤㅤ＼ㅤitadori yūji ex–boyfriend texts: one, two, three, fourㅤㅤ𖥟

虎杖悠仁၇⃪⃖ꪆ୧ㅤ𝒊. yūji x gn! readerㅤ 𓊉 ㅤㅤ───canon–compliant, black msgs are yuji's pov, swearing, crack, sukuna as comedic relief, violence᭮ ━─⠀ ❤︎ ㅤ2025©vyainide ㅤㅤ︶ིྀᩧㅤ1864lib

vyon's mouthpiece. and so it continues....

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[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Ozzy Osbourne ♰

[crush-itis]

⠀ ⠀ ‎⠀ ♰ ⠀ ‎ ‎ ‎˙⠀⠀˖⠀‎ ⠀ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜 ⠀ ⠀⠀˙⠀⠀˖⠀‎ ⁺ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ feitan portor ♥︎ songstress!reader

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ׅ⏝ׄ⏝࡛⏝ׄ⏝‌୨‌୧ׅ⏝ׄ⏝࡛⏝ׄ⏝ׅ

suggestive, violent, mentions of kidnapping

Your voice was everywhere.

It was mainstream—top listening voices ever in York New City.

You sang in stages with your figure fitted in satin dresses, pink frilly gowns, white veils, and anything gold or silver.

You were the face of songs, and anything feminine or pink.

You were also known for sitting on a rose laced swing on stage, singing with the organ or orchestra.

Your voice emitted melodies that differed from any normal singer.

Your voice soothed nerves, anxiety, and stiff shoulders.

After all, this was your special ability.

You had a cadence that left people turning heads towards you.

It wasn’t so interesting or important at first, but the thought of people who despise you could easily have their knees shaken with just a few words you say—your ability could actually be useful at times.

The stages that made you star were filled to the brim with all the seats occupied with souls eager to hear you sing at least one ballad.

Just anything that was relative to you talking or singing was enough to make someone swoon or sigh.

Not only were you popular for your enamouring, and enchanting voice, your family were even kin to the government officials.

Your name held status, and power.

Something the Phantom Troupe would want to deflower.

However it would be difficult for them to take your wealth away.

Your voice was one thing, and your name was another.

Bodyguard, after bodyguard from all around the world, protected every inch of you.

Especially your voice.

Your voice was a trophy.

A medal hanging on your parents’, and music hall industries’ necks.

Feitan was especially enamoured by you.

This is explained when one of the Phantom Troupe’s missions required slipping into one of your shows.

Their target was one of your loyal fans, and often watched you from the back seats.

He had a whole bag of valuables stored away in his residence.

What’s great about this mission was that it had a perfect setting, and atmosphere for an assassination.

That was truly something the troupe wanted.

They tiptoed into the operahouse, wearing their polished disguises when your voice reached their ears.

You were singing on an aerial hoop, and you were just dazzling all over on the stage.

Your hair was done beautifully.

Your dress was donned with pink flowers down to the train.

It draped along the slim column of your legs—pooling on the floor elegantly.

Your fingers gently clasped around your microphone, and you sang your most favoured andante.

You usually closed your eyes when you sang because it helped you focus on your inner core, but you wanted to peek at the audience a little.

You wondered what kind of people were your fans.

“What are the things they wear?” You often thought to yourself.

You blinked, noticing the variety of people on the balcony seats.

Your gaze traced towards the faces smeared with stoic looks.

You wondered if these were your fans.

You caught a glimpse of one of the gloomy, snarky looking boys’ shoulders slump in relief, and relaxation.

That particular group on the balcony seats all had a similar style to them.

Dark, and mute colours, gothic aesthetics.

It was all different to your appearance that assaulted everyone’s eyes with your pinks, light fabrics, and sparkling jewels.

You slipped, and you accidentally let out a giggle between the rhythms of your legato.

The audience hushed, and you heard a bunch from the back seats fainting.

It was an honour to hear you laugh.

Meanwhile, the Phantom Troupe had almost forgotten all about their original target.

Their eyes widened.

It was hard to resist this immaculate power that radiated from your throat.

They felt their butts practically glued on the stolen seats.

They wanted to watch, and listen more.

It’s not everyday a lady could soften the nerves in Feitan’s heart.

The warmth, fuzzy feeling was short lived however.

Chrollo turned to look at the other legs with a smug look plastered on his face.

It was clear what the Troupe was after now.

Your voice.

After your show, you curtsied, and smiled into the crowd.

It was another melodic night for your fans.

You slipped into the backrooms then left to go back home.

You sat on your carriage, patting a powder cushion on your nose as you looked into your reflection on the tiny makeup compartment.

The day had proceeded like any other day for you.

You were now dressed in your nightgown, and you combed your hair that was still a bit slick from your rose petal bath.

Then you applied your body lotions that left you smelling like paradise.

You hummed one of your tunes as the candles lit your room into a soft, peaceful atmosphere.

The flame feathered your face while the waning moon kissed your features.

Your damp tresses fell to your shoulders, and then you heard it.

Your parents were discussing your performance, and the deal with your sponsorships.

Your interest was sparked when they mentioned your patronages.

You flicked your gaze to the entrance of your bedroom.

The Phantom Troupe on the other hand was already planning a masterplan to steal your voice.

The music industry’s prized possession.

Feitan watched the other members discuss the plan.

His eyes dilated when your name was mentioned.

So that was your name?

Your name suits your face was what Feitan thought.

He pondered for a moment.

Something about you pulled him in a trance.

It was certainly your voice, and perhaps it was also something else too.

But he couldn’t put his finger to it.

Maybe it was your pretty face.

And that was something rare for Feitan to think about or even admit.

“Her voice could be put into better use than singing away on a stage.” Chrollo adjusted his collar in the dimly lit room.

“Right.” Another member replied.

Feitan blinked.

“When we see her again?”

“She has another show coming next week.” Machi clarified. “I saw on the posters hanging on the walls.”

Feitan hummed, and nodded.

He wondered if you sounded even more beautiful if you were at his mercy, screaming at the top of your lungs.

The adrenaline manifested in his veins, and he felt himself clenching his fists.

His fingernails poked, and probed his skin.

Blood pricked down his palms.

It’s about time he heard an attractive, hoarse screech mincing out of a mouth for once.

Well, it was settled then.

Everyone was looking forward to your next show.

And this time, it was going to be in the biggest music hall in the city.

Your patrons will be watching on the stand lines.

Your face will be on every article, and bulletin.

The whole city was buzzing about your next performance.

And so was the Phantom Troupe, anticipating your grand reveal before they steal your everything away from you.

On the day before your show, you were on your way to the library, alone.

You wanted some to go outside alone.

You felt isolated in that little room of yours while also having to worry about these pressuring voice lessons, and voice warmups.

You made sure you wore your disguise perfectly.

And you also made sure you didn’t talk at all.

Just a few simple nods, and shakes would do it.

Stepping into the library, your lips curled into a soft smile as the bookshelves, and stacks of books hanging around came into view.

You liked reading this particular genre, and you just so happened to see your favourite book’s sequel you haven’t finished reading yet on the top shelves—unfortunately.

You looked around the room for any stepping stool, but there weren’t anywhere.

You hummed, and looked away for a moment when you suddenly heard the sounds of small wheels rolling toward your way.

You turned around, and saw the missing stepping stool (with wheels) you were looking for.

You blinked.

Wow, it was just what you needed.

How surprising.

You wondered how it found you like this.

Feitan was stalking you from the dark corners.

He was quenched.

He was thirsting to hear at least one sigh come from your mouth.

He drastically changed that day when he heard your singing for the first time.

The cracks, and ripples in his heart were unravelling each time you sang a music note.

Gosh, his broken English could possibly even improve if everything sounded like you.

You sat down on a table with your book, and read silently.

The room was empty, but full of books.

Most of the readers preferred the other side of the room.

Feitan’s tongue dragged along the crease of his bottom lip.

He stared down at you before he walked away from the crests of the darkness.

His heart skipped a beat when he caught himself.

He’d get a whooping if he proceeded.

But he just couldn’t control himself whenever you’re near.

He liked your voice.

He was obsessed with it.

The stark contrast between his, and your’s was overwhelming.

He only wanted to hear you in his mind.

He cracked his knuckles.

But again, his thoughts stopped him from continuing.

A part of him confronted him.

He will be able to do everything he wants if he waits for tomorrow.

And so he did.

On the front seats.

Just like Feitan wanted.

He wanted to see you up close as much as he wanted to hear you sing.

Today, you were extravagant as always.

You were the epitome of beauty.

Your voice could say the same.

Feitan doesn’t know much about love, but he firmly believed this obsession for you stemmed from that.

He chuckled under his breath as he watched you sing.

You were singing this high note that scratched the right parts of his brain.

Your hums made him feel warm.

And his blood rushed toward his favourite vein.

One of the legs nudged his shoulder as if to grab his attention.

He was definitely going crazy over you.

It was the rarest sight for the Phantom Troupe.

You were singing a few pieces tonight.

You were still on your first one, wrapping it up with one last note.

You also noticed the same people from before now on the front seats.

You found that kind of funny.

You glanced at the orchestra below you before flicking your gaze back to your audience.

“This next piece is called ‘Romance’. Your guys’ favourite.” She smiled, and then her eyes dipped down to Feitan.

Feitan almost exploded.

His heart was screaming to take you.

He wanted to smear that smile off your face.

He was getting too eager to feel, and touch you now.

Just what was this?

Then he felt a harsh pinch on his thigh coming from Shalnark.

He shook his head, and felt the stars warping around his head vanish.

You were like a siren, and Feitan was about to fall for your tricks.

Machi handed Feitan a pair of earplugs, and subtly pointed at the backrooms to join the rest to start the mission.

Feitan was a bit hesitant at first.

He was tempted to listen to you again, but if he did, he would probably lose himself.

…

He reluctantly took the earplugs, and disappeared to the backrooms.

So this is what the backstage looked like.

The other members had already knocked out the recruiters too it seemed.

Feitan stared at your back from the side.

Your gown had a V cut on your back that revealed most of your nape, and down.

Feitan breathed in your lingering fragrance wafting throughout the whole room.

Your perfume was pleasurable.

You were too oblivious, and naïve to feel the weight of Feitan’s stare.

Then the lights suddenly went off.

You blinked at the sudden change of events.

The whole orchestra halted, and you looked behind toward the backstage, wondering what had happened.

The audience shifted, and murmured amongst themselves.

“Oh, I’m so sorry guys,” you called out, trying to calm the whole situation with just a few words.

But it seemed the screams that erupted from the balcony seats had torn the rest of the audience’s attention away from you.

You yelped, and you found yourself abducted, and taken away into the rough hands of Feitan.

He called dibs to take you away.

No matter how much you struggled, you only received a crackling slap as your punishment.

The consequences were severe.

You yelped, and you were now shoved into a tight space.

You caught a glimpse of your kidnapper’s appearance before he closed the trapdoor.

You took note that his face was mostly covered with a scarf.

He had felt your throat, and lips all over.

You shifted, and squirmed in this dark, tight place.

You couldn’t scream for help because of the gag inserted in your mouth, and your whole body was bound in those merciless ropes.

It felt like they were made out of steel.

You cried, sulking away in that box of isolation.

You soon woke up in another dark room.

A pair of lips were pecking your throat.

Hands painfully gripped your waist, it bruised.

“Goodness, when are you done? You can’t hog all of her.” A voice called out.

Your eyes were all blurry from your tears.

They were half opened, and you tried looking down to see who this was with their hands all over you.

You wanted to sob, but you couldn’t.

You were exhausted, and sore everywhere.

“She’s mine.” The man who peppered your throat with kisses growled back to the other voice.

This is what fame leads to, huh?

You began to break out into tears all over again.

The members were hushed, watching you.

But this only encouraged Feitan.

“You waked.” He whispered in his hoarse tone.

He pulled away to look at you.

And for a moment, both your eyes met.

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

Your voice was gone.

This made the man before you smirk smugly.

It quickly turned into a grin, and it progressed to an evil laugh.

He cackled, and sent a fist flying to your cheek.

You squeaked, coughed, and cried.

You tried rubbing your cheek that was now red in pain, but again, you were bound.

You struggled, sulking away as the many pairs of eyes watched you intently.

How did this happen?

You couldn’t speak at all.

Your voice was gone—your nen was stolen.

You were born mute after all.

“She still makes noises though.”

Feitan hummed, now rubbing your nape.

He nipped your throat, and groaned at the taste of your skin.

It was as pleasurable as hearing you sing songs.

Your groupie is a maniac.

Sorry guys if this was like inaccurate i havent watched the anime in years or like read the manga 😓😓

[harriethttr]

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[uncannity]

dump all f2u ♫

[bentaygas]

if not boyfriend why so boyfriend coded

[lustagel]

i just know they hit that one spot. every time. each thrust.

[trulygentle]

me when chris

[out-of-heaven-and-hell]

Let's Bring some HEAVEN to HELL!

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Multimuse, featuring A LOT of different characters! Independent, 18+, Selective, Mutuals only, crossover friendly, Run by Winter! ❄ {RULES / MUSE LIST}

[kowupt]

౨ৎ - 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 (smau) ─── in which, squid game women had the intention of texting you, but your daughter answers instead!

cw f. girl mom reader & girl mom squid game women, suggestive on se-mi's, domesticity, crack, fluff, jokes, just adorableness from the family dynamics

starring kang sae-byeok (067), ji-yeong (240), kim jun-hee (222), se-mi (380), kim young-mi (095), cho hyun-ju (120), kang no-eul (011)

a/n hi i'm back.. meowwww! i got in the same class as my school crush this year and i'm convinced she's scared of me UGH

rest of the smau will be under the cut ♡

01. kang sae-byeok, player 067 & 02. ji-yeong, player 240 ₊˚⊹

03. kim jun-hee, player 222 & 04. han se-mi, player 380 ₊˚⊹

05. kim young-mi, player 095 & 06. cho hyun-ju, player 120 ₊˚⊹

07. kang no-eul, guard 011 ₊˚⊹

[sinstear]

morning head with vi 🤭🤭

need to slurp her pussy like a pot of noodles fr

violet’s sound asleep beside you when you wake up, body lying at a certain angle that has her feet out of the bed, arm tucked behind her head, and her other arm slung over her stomach. her pink hair, that you adore, clings to her forehead as her chest rises up and down with each breath. 

your eyes travel down her sleeping figure, and it’s when you notice she’s wearing one of your heavy metal band shirts, the holes torn through the fabric bigger than they were last week, that your smile widens and a pair of boxers hang loosely around her hips. 

reaching out and brushing her hair back with your fingers, a smile curved up in your lips when she’s groaning softly under her breath and leaning into your touch, even in her sleep she enjoys the comfort of you, and huffs out a small snore.

vi stirs beneath you when you plant a kiss on her lips, even in her sleep she would subconsciously kiss you back, but she barely has time when you’re kissing her jaw next, then her chin and continuing down.

kissing down her body, you press extra kisses on her hip bones and smirk at the way her body jolts beneath you and rests her hand lightly on your shoulder the more you descend. lightly peeling the boxers down, her hips shuffling up just slightly to help you, you stifle a laugh when she’s humming and practically slumping her body back down.

raking your nails up and down her thighs, your eyes found her already glistening cunt, soft curls of light pink hair protect her easily as you plant wet kisses on her inner thigh, eyes fluttering closed at how soft yet rough her skin felt against your lips.

her body reacts to your touch quite quickly, from her eyebrows furrowing into a tight frown, lips parting with subtle whines, head turning to the other side and feeling like her body falls more in the sheets and lightly grips the blanket at the faintest feeling of you flicking your tongue over her clit.

wrapping your lips around her bud, your mouth like soft velvet, and sucked softly on the bud, you smiled against her cunt at the way her thighs twitched in your hold and groaned in her sleep. sinking your nails into the fat of her thighs, your eyes flutter upwards to catch the way her pink tinted plump lips part with a sudden shaky gasp and her hand flies to cup the back of your head.

“baby?” her voice is still deep yet rough with sleep but her hips buck up into your mouth and pushes her head back deeper into the pillows. “fuck, that’s good.”

tightening your arms around her thighs, you slip your tongue down and slide it through her folds, her slick coating your muscle sweetly as her hand guides your head back and forth slowly, putting you where she needs you. “just like that,” vi moaned, grinding her hips faster.

shaking your head from side to side, vi sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and screws her eyes shut tightly, your tongue slipping into her cunt and her walls flutter against the muscle while her blunt nails scratch at your shoulder. “oh fuck, shit.” she curses, looking down at you between her legs.

the sight of you lying there, nose bumping rhythmically against her clit, licking and sucking at her folds, occasionally pulling away to spit a glob of saliva onto her pussy, and burying your face between her legs all over again, had her crying out and shaking beneath you.

pulling her hand off your shoulder, she’s quick to cup one of her tits and roll the hard nipple between her fingertips, almost in sync with the movement of your tongue. “uh huh,” she nods more or so to herself, watching you closely. “keep going, please, fuck.”

pulling away with a pop, you grinned up at her and pressed your thumb against her clit and spat on her pussy again, leaving her whimpering softly into her shoulder. “look so pretty, vi.” you murmured and swiftly pulled her clit into your mouth again.

“oh my god!” vi squirmed on the bed and squeezed her legs around your ears. that familiar feeling on her lower stomach arrived, and her abs rippled. “baby, mhm, gonna cum.”

you hummed and the vibration had vi choking on another sudden cry.

vi cums with a deep guttural moan not even seconds later and her thighs clamp around your head, her hips frantically having their own mind as she fuck herself down on your tongue, fucking herself through her orgasm and grasping onto any part of you she could. “fuckkk,” she choked out, holding you against her. “shit,” a laugh escaped her throat and her legs fell open, releasing you from her sudden death grip.

“good?” your eyes sparkled up at her, chin covered in your spit and her slick, the sight had her pupils dilating even more.

“good?” vi scoffed like she couldn’t believe whay you asked, reached her hand out and wiped your chin with her thumb. “more like fucking perfect, your mouth is,” your lips part when she slips her thumb into her mouth and moans softly at the taste of herself around it. “heavenly.”

[enamouredcarcass]

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being treated like a possession would fix me. like yes take me anywhere n tell me to do anything and everything<3 make me turn off my brain because i have you thinking for me now

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[cupcek]

࿔*:･✺ 🍎.ೃ ༑𓈒̩̩͙༑𓈒̩̩͙🌅 ❥. ᭄ ꩜

♰ ྀི♰ ྀི Os sonhos bons ♰ ྀི♰ ྀི

[harriethttr]

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