#Chapter 6

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Okay sosososo as sad as i am that we now have freckle-less rook, i wanted to talk about why i think the changes vil has made in rook were positive

Spoilers for chapter 6 and rook lore

As most people probably know by now, first year rook's appearance was already "revealed" or well described in chapter 6, when the pometrio + yuu were attempting to rescue idia and ortho, vil speaks about how they first met and reveals rook was originally from savanaclaw but transferred to pomefiore (likely to be close to vil since he was already a fan back then) and he also speaks about rook's appearance, that rook had thick messy hair, that his clothes were dirty and worn out/ripped, how rook was completely sunburnt and covered in freckles due to it.

rook had talked about how when he was younger, he didn't care about taking care of himself, he saw beauty in everything but him, he never cared about searching for his own beauty, so it is heavily implied rook was neglectful towards himself, which is the cause of his old appearance (which although charming was not healthy) and how vil helped him see it.

we still don't have the confirmation about whether or not it was vil or rook himself that cut his hair and eyebrows or if he's the cause that the freckles disappeared yet a lot of people seem to have it against vil for "ruining rook" when it doesn't make sense. vil would never ask anyone to change their appearance unless he knew their current one was due to neglect, which is something vil cannot accept especially as someone who thinks everyone deserves to look and feel like their best self. vil changes rook, yes, but so far from everything we have been told rook seems to be grateful for the changes and during the conversation about his appearance rook gets embarrassed, which is weird coming from rook who rarely gets embarrassed or feels shame.

this is more of a personal take but i believe first year rook might have had a few issues with his self esteem, i say this because of his neglect when it comes to himself and also because of the way rook reacts when he is remembered of such times.

so in the end, all changes on rook were all made looking for him to be better, also, we never know, his freckles were caused by the sun so maybe they can come back if he starts going in the sun whitout protection again (though i highly doubt he'd do that now that he cares for himself)

ok so small ramble over i love rook hunt

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Misery Loves Company

A/N – Okay, so for anyone who loves Stand-up comedy as much as I do, I highly recommend you watch Daniel Sloss’ tour, Dark. That’s his first tour, and it was where he coined the term Wanker-Anchor, which is used in this story.

Warnings – None.

Rating – M

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“Whoa,” Charlie said upon seeing you.

She had seen your Demonic form before, but it was a rarity and it usually meant that you weren’t doing well mentally.

“Are you okay?” She asked, sucking in air through her teeth, her voice pitching high, indicating that she already knew the answer but didn’t want to point out the obvious in case it upset you further.

“I’m fine,” You answered shortly.

“Really? Because you uh, well,” Charlie twisted her hands back and forth, “You uh, you look a little- I mean, hey, I think you’re beautiful inside and out but when you’re like this it usually means- It’s normally-”

“You’re fucked up,” Vaggie finished for her, getting straight to the point.

“I’m fine,” You insisted, using the words everyone used when they were decidedly not fine. “Where’s Angel Dust?”

“In his room,” Vaggie explained.

“What happened? He was doing so well.”

Charlie’s eyes welled up with tears and she threw her arms around you, sobbing out an explanation, “It was my fault. I asked him about his contract, and he told me not to worry, but I did worry, and then I wanted to make sure he’d be okay when me and Vaggie go to visit Heaven, but he said he didn’t need a babysitter, and then I got Husk involved and Husk told me not to fuck with things I don’t understand, and then Valentino came-”

“Wait, Valentino came here?!” You pulled Charlie off you so you could look her in the eyes.

“Well, not exactly, but he sent his crew here and told Angel they had to film and I said no, and-”

You left Charlie and ran to Angel’s room. Both Charlie and Vaggie followed you as you pelted through the corridors. No wonder Angel had relapsed. That piece of shit Valentino had used Angel’s contract against him. As part of the deal they had made, Angel had to do any work Valentino demanded of him, and that fucking scumbag had dared to invade the one place where Angel felt safe.

Knowing Charlie, she would have pointed out that Valentino couldn’t use her property and would have to wait for Angel at the studio, but that wouldn’t matter. Valentino would play by the rules; it wasn’t really about filming at the Hotel, it was all a matter of proving that Angel belonged to him and that there was no safe place he could hide away.

Besides, even if Valentino hadn’t gotten his way at the Hotel, he would take it out on Angel the next time he was in the studio. It was a lose-lose situation, something that Hell was always too eager to provide.

When you got to Angel’s room, you paused to compose yourself. It wouldn’t help if you sounded too desperate or concerned; Angel didn’t respond well to that. It would make him blame himself for making you worry, and then he would spiral further.

You knocked on the door, “Hey Angel, it’s us. Can we come in please?”

“Go away,” Angel’s heavy accent came through the door, marking him more as Anthony than Angel Dust, though you didn’t say anything about that; there were very few people who knew his real name, and he didn’t like to be reminded of it.

For better or worse, he was Angel Dust; that was who he needed to be to survive.

You glanced at Charlie and Vaggie, then tilted your head, indicating that they should leave. Charlie hesitated until Vaggie placed a hand on her shoulder, then after an affirming nod from you, she let Vaggie lead her away.

“Come on Angel,” You said when they were gone. “It’s just me. Let me in.”

“Piss off.”

You sighed, then sat outside the door, and began talking. You didn’t have a grand speech planned, only what was on your mind, and if Angel wasn’t going to let you in, then it became a matter of letting him know that he wasn’t alone and that you wouldn’t abandon him, though you would respect his space.

“I get it. Valentino fucked with you. He love-bombed you, and that didn’t fucking work because you’re stronger than he is and you’re not going to fall for his shitty manipulation tactics. Now, he’s sending his goons here. It’s all just another one of his games, Angel. Don’t let him win.”

There was no response. You stayed quiet for a minute then were struck with a thought; misery loves company.

“Hey, I also kind of feel like shit today, you know? I kept thinking about Hell and… a lot of things. I told Charlie’s dad how I died. That was fucked up.”

Again, there was no response, but you thought you heard Angel shuffle closer to the door. Until that evening, nobody had heard anything about your mortal life, and now you were talking about it for the second time.

“I was murdered for a snuff film. I still have nightmares about it.”

There was a bluntness to your tone. Although it hurt to state the memory aloud again, albeit in less detail, you decided not to put too much thought into it. If your death could help someone, well, there had to be some good in bringing it up.

You stared at the peeling red wallpaper across from you, just so you had something to focus on. “I’m terrified that one day, I’m gonna walk down the street and see the guys that killed me. Like, what do you even do in that situation? Call them out? They’re in Hell, that’s punishment enough, right? Will they find it funny to see me again? Find new ways to hurt me?”

I honestly don’t know what I want in this scenario. I don’t want them to die, ‘cos then they’ll be here, but if they live, they’ll do this to other people. Kidnap them, sell them to the highest bidder, film it for the black market. I dunno… I’ve been here for a year, and I keep thinking about that.”

The door opened and you fell back, looking up at Angel’s concerned face.

“That’s the most fucked up shit I’ve ever heard.”

He lifted you up, setting you right with two arms, while the other two brushed you off.

“So… this is you?” He asked, taking in your rag-doll appearance.

You laughed and imitated his voice, your Demonic abilities kicking in to mimic him perfectly, “I can be anything you want, bay-by.”

“That’s the hottest you’ve ever sounded.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You waved him off blasély. “Just let me in, okay? I can help.”

“So, uh, with the voice, and the-” Angel gestured at your new look, moving his hands in a circular motion, “Can you uh- Be other people?”

“I don’t know,” You said slowly, looking at your hands, “Never tried.”

You concentrated for a moment, trying to transform back to your original self. Usually, it was effortless. Yet, as you stared at the stitches that bound you together, you found it difficult to do more than revert to your original skin colour. Seeing that beneath the stitches was somehow worse, so you stopped trying to change, accepting that for now, you were a ragdoll.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Fuck it. I am what I am, and that’s all that I am.”

You caught sight of Angel’s precious pet pig. Scooping him up into your arms and cuddling him, you cooed in a baby voice, “Besides, you still love me, don’t you Fat Nuggets, yeeeees, precious baby.”

Sitting down on Angel’s bed, you looked up at your friend, deciding that it was better not to let the difficult conversation wait and fester.

“Soooo…” You scratched Fat Nuggets behind the ear, “Charlie told me that you relapsed. Wanna talk about it?”

Angel sighed and flopped back onto the bed so he was lying next to you, his legs planted on the floor.

He dragged two hands over his face, the other two lay despondently over his stomach.

“I- It was just such a shitty day, and Val sent those pricks here, not that they could fill any holes. Wrong kind of pricks, you know?” He half laughed, but it died when he realised the joke wasn’t funny in such a shitty situation.

Still, you smiled at him. When Angel was sad, he didn’t always need someone to sympathise with him. He needed to see that you weren’t going to change and start treating him differently. Sometimes that meant just listening, but other times it meant making the meanest jokes you could think of and laughing at how horrible everything was.

You were his Wanker-anchor, chaining him to reality by being a dick; Husk was the best at it, but seeing as he was nowhere to be found, Angel had you instead.

“Here,” Angel held up a small sealed bag, with his stash in it. So, he hadn’t relapsed after all. He’d just come very close.

“No thanks,” You joked, “I’m full from all the crack I had at breakfast.”

Angel got up and punched your arm, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Takes one to know one,” You took his stash, tucking it away in your pocket, then you stood up, leaving Fat Nuggets on the bed, and you offered Angel your hand. “Come on.”

“What-”

“You need a distraction. So, I challenge you, Angel Dust, teach me how to dance.”

“You’re fucking kiddin’, right?”

You shook your head. “You can dance, I can’t and I’m bored. So, come on, give me some lessons. It’ll be good to get moving.”

“When you fail, can I call you a retard?”

“Fuck no. You can’t say retard anymore, what the fuck is wrong with you. You can insult the shit outta me, but keep your terms acceptable, okay?”

Honestly, Angel had thought he was up to date on what insults and trash talk were deemed acceptable, but evidently, he was wrong.

“Alright, I’ll teach you to dance, but you gotta keep me updated on all the latest slang, and what’s changed up there,” He glanced up as if he could see Earth.

“I’ve been dead a year, bud. A lot can change in that time,” You said, thinking about all the ways you were probably outdated.

Angel grabbed his phone and turned up the tunes, “Sounds like a coward’s excuse to get outta teaching.”

And so it was that you and Angel started to dance. It was nothing like his work, or when he was forced to pimp himself out in clubs as a form of ‘networking.’ Instead, it was stupid, fun, and uncoordinated with you as his partner. Christ, he had never danced with someone so terrible. You let him lead, and together, the two of you laughed at each other’s expense and forgot all about the shitty things that had happened that day.

Up in his Radio Station, Alastor grinned sinisterly. He had heard you quite clearly as he went about his business in the Hotel. You were murdered? How delightful. Victims were so easy to manipulate. Furthermore, you were a ragdoll. Oh, how wonderfully he could exploit that power.

All it would take was an invitation of friendship, a desperate situation, and an offer of assistance. When Alastor had sent Husk away on an errand earlier, he hadn’t imagined it would turn out so wonderfully.

Now, there was a new piece on the chessboard, and Alastor was determined to capture you as his pawn.

Your soul would be his.

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Hey guys 👋 Sorry for not being too active here this month. I've been working really hard on this update, but now that it's done, I'll get back to answering some more asks in the coming days 😁

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me? posting about btts? silly. absurd.

an earlier chapter this time! baby scug cuddling from chapter 6

(also btts is like 40 kudos from being the #1 rw fic go go go it deserves it)

@tsunochizu hiya here's another one

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🌱🍂🏳️‍⚧️ EASE OFF: Chapter 6, Epilogue - END!

Zagreus introduces his lovers to one another in Elysium.

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｡･:*˚:✧ANGER MANAGEMENT {Possessive!SukunaxFem!Reader}

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✧Summary: Anger management was by no means your strong suit. No amount of lessons or prayers could change that. In fact, it feels like you’ve been doing a lot worse lately with the appearance of a new neighbor in your next door apartment.

✧Chapter summary: smut and degradation

✧Warnings: 18+, NSFW, asphyxiation, abusive/toxic relationships, power imbalance, vulgar language✧

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Pairing: Ryoumen Sukuna x afab!reader

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapters: (i) (ii) (iii) (iv) (v) (vi) (vii)

｡･:*˚:✧⤷w/c: 3.4k

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Tropes: NeighborsAU!, AncestorsAU!

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapter VI : CARNAL

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“P-please. Can’t-”

Your fingernails scratched across the marble counter as Sukuna pulled your smaller frame back into him. His massive hand tugged your messy hair harshly causing a choked gasp to escape from your drooling mouth. 

Sobbing, your legs strained as you tried to keep your balance. Sukuna’s colossal form behind you made it a struggle just to keep your toes on the ground.

“Yes you can.”

Sukuna’s hips snapped up violently, shoving his cock deeper into your cunt. The action made your eyes roll as you lost your breath. You could barely register the slur of words that cascaded from your mouth. Clawing at the counter again, you attempted another pitiable escape from Sukuna’s brutal abuse on your already sore cunt. 

Suddenly, the sickening rattle of a belt made your body tense. Sukuna swiftly tore off his belt from his unzipped pants before wrapping the thick accessory around your neck. 

Panic slowly flooded your senses. Immediately, you fought against the leather that dug into your skin. A frenzied attempt for air. Yet, Sukuna merely chuckled and used his strength against you, tugging harder.

“Keep struggling, pretty girl.”

Pulling the belt back in one hand, he kept the other threaded in your knotted hair. You wheezed pathetically for air as Sukuna forced your head forward and the belt backward. 

Desperately, your hands flung to Sukuna’s tatted wrists, digging into his pale skin. Hot blood spilled against your fingertips as you tried to pry yourself free from his relentless hold. His grip only tightened at your frantic display. Once again reminding you of the undeniable power imbalance. 

He was just so fucking big.

Crocodile tears spilled down your face at the heinous chuckle that ripped from Sukuna’s throat. Slamming his hips against you harder, he forced your body further on top of the marble counter. 

Your legs dangled helplessly as you tried to push off the side of the kitchen island with your feet, desperate to keep your footing.

Smirking, Sukuna pulled his belt back tighter, forcing your ear beside his mouth, “That's it, Princess. Keep fighting. It's such a turn on.”

Sharp canines bit into your ear savagely before a hot tongue lapped up the spilt blood. You whined at the attention, grinding your hips back into Sukuna’s cock. Its thickness stretched your walls in a way that made you see stars. Though part of you wondered if the lack of oxygen had anything to do with it as well.

Sukuna groaned with a rasp at the sudden action. Gripping your jaw in a tight hold, he forced you in a deep kiss. Teeth clashing, Sukuna’s tongue explored your mouth like a starved man. It felt like your soul was being sucked out of you. An animalistic action with demonic intent.

It suited him.

You were in a daze as you subconsciously moved your right hand from the belt around your neck to Sukuna’s chest. With what little range you had, you slammed your fist and elbow into his larger body wildly. 

Unsurprisingly, Sukuna easily thwarted your attempt to push him away by capturing your wrist and forcefully pinning it into the counter.

You grunted against Sukuna’s lips at the harsh treatment. Agitated, you bit down on his tongue, sinking your teeth into the soft pink flesh. Sukuna hissed at the sudden assault and ripped away from your lips. 

Panting, you eyed Sukuna suspiciously when his thrusts abruptly stopped. Red trailed down his chin to his neck as he took in your teary eyed form.

Licking the blood off his lips, he smirked devilishly, “I want more.”

PAUSE. 

JUMPSCARE. 

What happened to hi? Hello? How are you?

This calls for a Disney channel style rewind.

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Two Hours Earlier

You anxiously chewed on the inside of your mouth at the awkward atmosphere. Even with the television playing as background noise you couldn't help but feel like you should say something.

Sukuna had offered his apartment to you a third night in a row. Something you would have never believed if you told yourself a month ago. You almost felt like you were in some alternate universe.

No, if anything you were in some teenage girl’s fanfic.

Sighing, your eyes flickered from the random movie Sukuna threw on to the man himself. He laid himself out on the far side of the couch, legs spread wide. 

Unlike his normal shirtless self, he was fully clothed in what you assumed was his work attire. A white button up was rolled to his forearms while his long legs wore tight black slacks. It was a stark contrast to what you currently adorned. 

Sukuna had, thankfully, allowed you to take advantage of his still-working water. You were quick to throw your dirty clothes in his washer before claiming his shower next. Unfortunately, your clothes still weren't dry by the end of your much needed shower.

Case in point, Sukuna’s large pajama bottoms and t-shirt were not exactly the most flattering. The pools of fabric left you wondering if there was even a person underneath. On the other hand, Sukuna’s own outfit left little to the imagination. 

Your eyes once again found Sukuna’s relaxing form. Slowly trailing down his solid chest, your stomach knotted at the outline of a certain oversized object in his pants.

You internally slapped yourself. Don't check out your asshole neighbor who is apparently hung like a horse.

You snuck another peak.

Holy hell there was no way that thing was inside you yesterday. You'd feel it for weeks. At least. 

Unwillingly, your eyes meandered down the appendage as you tried to stop yourself from gnawing on your lip. It must have just been foreplay last night. Though you should be happy you didn’t fully fuck your neighbor, you felt a slight pang of disappointment before abruptly quelling it. 

Quickly averting your gaze to save some dignity, you glanced at his face. His dark eyes looked disinterested at the small lit screen. You were starting to wonder if there really was anything this man enjoyed besides tormenting you.

Curling into yourself, you moved your own eyes back to the movie. Well you tried to go back to the movie. You just couldn't focus. Not with Sukuna less than three feet away from you.

If you had to pick one night that was the most painfully awkward experience you have ever had, it would be this one. While that statement was wildly overdramatic, you couldn't help but feel that way. Especially now that you were sober and alone with the devil himself .

At least on the first night you had poor sweet Yuuji. And the second…well you couldn't exactly remember all of it, but you thanked the alcohol for that. 

Now? You already had to stop yourself from eyeing up his liquor cabinet every so often. 

“Would you stop sighing over there?”

Your body took a screenshot at the sound of Sukuna's voice. Clearing your throat nervously, you avoided eye contact, “My bad.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes before stretching his body over the side of the couch. You watched him from the corner of your eye as he swiftly grabbed the remote and turned off the long ignored movie.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you finally met his gaze, “Why'd you turn it off?”

“You and I both know we were not into that shit.”

You laughed dryly, “I was enjoying it.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, “What was that blonde bimbo’s name?”

“Uh,” Your face bloomed as you scoffed, “You don't have to know all the characters’ names to enjoy a movie.”

Sukuna threw you a condescending look. You frowned at his attitude and crossed your arms, “What are we supposed to do now then, asshole?”

Sukuna shrugged indifferently, “I have something in mind.”

You swallowed nervously when he stood up suddenly. Sukuna’s massive silhouette eerily crossed the small space between the two of you. Time felt as if it slowed. Stopping in front of you, his ruby eyes devoured your shape hungrily. 

“Sukuna?”

The aforementioned pinkett ignored your soft whisper. You sucked in a deep breath when Sukuna removed a hand from his pocket and lifted it towards your face. It felt like your heart might burst from your chest when he placed a hand next to your head.

Leaning over you, Sukuna started to close the gap. You closed your eyes ready for plush lips to capture your own. Instead, a dark chuckle made you tense your brows.

Sukuna avoided your lips and moved to your ear instead, “What? Did you really think I was going to kiss you, rat?”

Your eyes flew open as you blushed a bright red. Tauntingly, Sukuna waved a deck of cards in his hand. He was fucking with you.

“You look disappointed,” Sukuna looked down on you, “Maybe if you beg I'll reconsider.”

Clenching your teeth, you shoved passed him, “In your fucking dreams.”

You disregarded Sukuna’s laughter filling the quaint living room. Retreating to the kitchen, you pulled a glass from his cupboard and filled it. You eagerly chugged the glass of water in a sorry attempt to cool the rising heat beneath your skin.

So fucking embarrassing. You were going to strangle him.

Slamming the glass onto the counter, you winced at the harsh clink. Shit, you needed to calm down. Counting down from ten, you slowed your breathing. Soon enough, the boiling rush of heat no longer bubbled against your thinning resolve. 

“I see you found your way to the kitchen, piggy.”

You bit back a snarl, “Mi casa su casa, right?”

Sukuna blew a puff of air before leaning against the counter next to you, “You seem determined to sleep on your doorstep tonight.”

“Anywhere away from you would be better,” You threw him a lazy smirk.

“Are you sure?” Sukuna lifted himself away from the counter, “You seemed pretty desperate last night.”

You scoffed at his words. 

As if.

Slowly, Sukuna boxed you in against the kitchen’s island counter, “Then again, you were ready for it just a moment ago too.”

You placed both your hands on the counter's edge, a vain attempt to leave space in between your bodies, “How'd you come to that conclusion? That high horse of yours must be making it difficult for you to see.”

In a flash, Sukuna grabbed your thighs and hoisted you on top of the counter. You grunted at the sudden treatment and glared at a smug Sukuna.

“What? I'm just bringing you to my level. Isn't that what you wanted?”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, “Eat a dick.”

“Funny,” Sukuna grabbed your jaw in his hand and tilted your chin up, “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

Sukuna’s lips were on yours in a second, desperate and dominant. You could barely think straight as you tasted the man you despised. Sliding a hand down his button up, you shivered at the feeling on his chest underneath.

Sukuna smiled against your lips and grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand further down his stomach. You gasped breathlessly when he slid your fingers to the large bulge in his pants.

Shit. It was massive. That couldn't be natural. Staring at the out line of him against his own thigh, you traced a finger down his clothed dick. 

Sukuna let out a throaty groan, “You wanna touch it, Princess?”

You nodded nervously, not daring to meet his eyes. Sukuna clicked his tongue, “Words.”

Swallowing thickly, embarrassment painted your skin, “Yes.” 

Though shame kept your eyes low, you could feel Sukuna’s pleased expression.

“Yes, who?”

Fucking asshole.

“Yes, Sir.”

Grinning widely, Sukuna guided your hand back up to his belt, “Undo it.”

You froze at his command. Reality finally seemed to catch up with you. No longer out of body, you were somehow more self aware than ever.

Timidly, you grabbed his belt with shaking hands. The metal clinked softly as you separated leather from clasp, allowing access to his zipper.

Your ears felt like they were filled with water when you finally managed to unzip him. Unfortunately Fortunately, the thin barrier of his briefs kept his length hidden. 

With a broken inhale, your fingers hesitated at the hem of his briefs. Shit. Could you actually go through with this? 

Suddenly, a rough hand brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. You flinched at the unexpected attention. Returning back to the scene in front of you, you stared at Sukuna with wide eyes.

The pinkette tilted his head to the side, clearly amused, “Nervous?”

You swallowed, too prideful to admit defeat, “No.” 

Your fingers pulled his briefs slightly, revealing familiar pink hair. 

His grin widened, “You should be.”

A tinge of anger sparked inside you. Cocky motherfucker. On reflex, you snapped the band of his briefs closed and roughly grabbed his bulge, squeezing tightly, “Maybe you should be.”

Sukuna hissed at the sudden attention and licked his lips, “You're gonna regret that.”

With ease, Sukuna grabbed the back of your arm and ripped you from the counter. You fell to the cold kitchen tiles with a grotesque thumb. It was a miracle you managed to brace yourself, avoiding, mostly, any facial trauma.

However, your knees stung painfully and your arm throbbed from his apathetic grip. Grunting, you rubbed your sore arm and scowled at a smug Sukuna. 

“I told you you'd look good on your knees,” His hand tugged your hair back, forcing you to keep eye contact.

“Fuck you, ass.”

“Soon. First…” Sukuna's open hand pulled his cock out of his briefs, “We’ll see if this mouth isn't only good for talking back.”

A snarky comment caught in the back of your throat when you finally got a clear look at Sukuna’s family jewels. Holy sh-.

Inside his pants you could tell the man was weighed down in the nether regions, but outside? There was no way cosmetic surgery wasn’t involved. You weren’t even sure you could wrap your hand around its girth.

Nope. Screw that. There was no way his dick was fitting in your mouth unless Sukuna enjoyed teeth. Although, something in the back of your mind told you he might.

“There’s no way!” You pushed Sukuna’s hips away from your face in alarm.

“As charmed as I am,” Sukuna snatched your neck and shoved your face closer to his dick, “You're not getting out of this one that easy.”

You grimaced as his thick length prodded at your lips. Taking a deep breath, you allowed him to push his way into your mouth. Your lips strained to accommodate the foreign object. It felt like your skin might tear. Gagging, you met Sukuna’s gaze with a glare. 

He stood tall above you with the same cocky smirk he always wore. His pearly canines peaked through his plum lips, egging you on. You were almost tempted to bite down with pure malice before he purposely shoved himself further down your throat. The action making you heave violently.

Sukuna groaned from the vibrations of your muffled voice. Grabbing your hair with both hands, he fucked your throat with a slow pace, ignoring your stifled cries.

Spitefully, you grazed his sensitive skin with your front teeth. Sukuna’s body shivered as he let out a growl before he pushed in deeper. You sobbed at his response, feeling dizzy from the lack of air. 

Sukuna bit back another moan, “Through your nose-.”

Struggling, you groaned around his length before taking what little air you could through your nose. After a moment of adjustment, you finally found yourself accustomed to the length prodding down your throat. Well, as accustomed as one could get to a baton being forced down their airway.

Nonetheless, Sukuna wasted no time taking advantage of your new found ‘comfort’. Tugging your hair harder, he picked up his pace. His hips slammed against your jaw without mercy as he chased his pleasure with no restrictions. 

You could only allow your mouth be used like a toy as Sukuna roughly fucked down your throat. Your head bobbed uncontrollably as drool and pre-cum leaked from the sides of your mouth. Never in your life have you felt this gross. All you wanted was a toothbrush, hell even some mouthwash. 

To your relief, but with little warning, Sukuna came down your throat in small bursts. You could feel the hot substance run down your esophagus, staining your insides. Sukuna continued to hold your head for a moment, riding out his orgasm.

Finally pulling himself away, Sukuna drug a thumb across the corner of your mouth, collecting a mixture of the fluids. Sensually, he massaged the tinted substance into your bottom lip before inserting his finger into your mouth. 

Blissed out, he bore a lopsided grin, “We wouldn't want to waste what you worked so hard for, right?”

You frowned deeply. 

Worked hard? If he knows you worked so hard to please him, maybe he'd appreciate tasting his own work for you. 

Collecting the contents of your mouth in the front of your mouth, you spat at his face. Sukuna quickly turned his face to the side in a poor attempt to dodge the slobber. ‘ Tragically’ , the thick concoction stuck to his left cheek with a satisfying splat. 

You grinned wildly, “Why'd you dodge? You wouldn't want to waste what you worked so hard to make?”

Sukuna was deathly silent for a moment, allowing the room to still. Then, the pinkette suddenly bursted into a manic laughter. You could only watch in confusion as Sukuna ran a hand through his messy hair. 

Abruptly, Sukuna’s larger hands grabbed your hips and lifted you to your feet. His sharp eyes locked in on your own, staring into you completely.

“I knew I could never bore of you.”

The statement made you furrow your eyebrows. He sounded older. 

“I'm amusing for spitting on you?” You tried to lighten the tense mood.

Ignoring your statement, Sukuna grabbed your chin. Inspecting your face, “Incredible.” You froze when Sukuna suddenly licked up the side of your cheek, “The exact same taste too.”

Pushing his chest away, you struggled against his hold, “Gross! Asshole, let me go-” 

You halted all movements when you finally returned Sukuna’s gaze. There was no reasonable explanation. Your eyes had to be playing tricks on you. They had to be because Sukuna’s eyes were deep rich pools of red. Not a captivating blue. 

Sukuna chuckled at your stunned expression, “I can't wait to make you mine again.”

Wasting no time, Sukuna’s lips crashed against your own, somehow more animalistic than normal. It felt like his whole presence was suffocating you. He was somehow larger, even more impressive.

How was this possible? Did he throat fuck you hard enough to cause amnesia? 

Your phone ringing pulled you from your thoughts. Fighting off Sukuna’s advances, you pulled your cracked phone from your (Sukuna’s) pajama pants. Nanami’s contact information flashed brightly across the screen.

You internally screamed, talk about poor timing. Trying to end the call, Sukuna’s persistent frame made it difficult.

“Who is it?” Sukuna snapped against your lips. 

“Nanami,” You were quick to add, “He’s my… anger mediator.” A bit of shame creeped up your neck after finally admitting your, very obvious, vice.

Instantly, Sukuna pulled away. His sharp nails scraped against your thighs leaving thin red lines. Wait, sharp? Your eyes widened at the sight of Sukuna's hands. They looked meatier with nails far longer and darker than you recall.

Your head spun as you tried to make sense of it all. Maybe you should tell Nanami. He could help, right? Or maybe he'd just call you crazy. Or even worse, suspect you're trying to pick a fight with Sukuna again.

“You're in anger management?” Sukuna’s question was more to himself than to you before another heinous fit of laughter left his mouth. “It all makes sense now.”

Reclaiming your lips, Sukuna snatched your phone from your hand. You were quick to reach for it only to flinch when Sukuna bit down on your lip harshly. Whining, you returned your attention back to your assailant. Sukuna snarled and pinned your form to the counter.

“When you're with me,” Sukuna nipped at your neck, “You only focus on me. Only think of me. Only need me.”

Soft moans escaped your mouth as Sukuna trailed lower, “Do you understand?”

To caught up in pleasure to acknowledge the strange possessiveness you mewled out a weak, “Yes, Sir.”

Sukuna smiled against your skin, “So perfect for me. I'll have to handle our little distraction soon.”

You couldn't help but feel you made a grave mistake revealing Nanami’s existence. But Sukuan’s hands tugging your pants lower and your shirt higher muddled any worried thoughts. All you could focus on was your massive neighbor in between your thighs.

“We have all night, pretty girl.”

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The thing about Satoru Gojo was he tended to overestimate the loyalty he received. It was a pure, almost childlike, blind trust of others. That was until Suguru Geto.

So, when Gojo returned from a quick bathroom trip he wasn't completely surprised by your empty chair. Rather, he only felt disappointment. Some for you, but mostly for himself.

The thing about Satoru Gojo was he overestimated your loyalty. Because he hoped you were different.

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He was doomed the second he said this

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Malleus straight up having the biggest glow up of the Century!

Half-Human, Half-Dragon Faerie Baby ❌️

Giant Baby Lizard ✅️

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Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Male-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Misery Loves Company

A/N – Okay, so for anyone who loves Stand-up comedy as much as I do, I highly recommend you watch Daniel Sloss’ tour, Dark. That’s his first tour, and it was where he coined the term Wanker-Anchor, which is used in this story.

Warnings – None.

Rating – M

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“Whoa,” Charlie said upon seeing you.

She had seen your Demonic form before, but it was a rarity and it usually meant that you weren’t doing well mentally.

“Are you okay?” She asked, sucking in air through her teeth, her voice pitching high, indicating that she already knew the answer but didn’t want to point out the obvious in case it upset you further.

“I’m fine,” You answered shortly.

“Really? Because you uh, well,” Charlie twisted her hands back and forth, “You uh, you look a little- I mean, hey, I think you’re beautiful inside and out but when you’re like this it usually means- It’s normally-”

“You’re fucked up,” Vaggie finished for her, getting straight to the point.

“I’m fine,” You insisted, using the words everyone used when they were decidedly not fine. “Where’s Angel Dust?”

“In his room,” Vaggie explained.

“What happened? He was doing so well.”

Charlie’s eyes welled up with tears and she threw her arms around you, sobbing out an explanation, “It was my fault. I asked him about his contract, and he told me not to worry, but I did worry, and then I wanted to make sure he’d be okay when me and Vaggie go to visit Heaven, but he said he didn’t need a babysitter, and then I got Husk involved and Husk told me not to fuck with things I don’t understand, and then Valentino came-”

“Wait, Valentino came here?!” You pulled Charlie off you so you could look her in the eyes.

“Well, not exactly, but he sent his crew here and told Angel they had to film and I said no, and-”

You left Charlie and ran to Angel’s room. Both Charlie and Vaggie followed you as you pelted through the corridors. No wonder Angel had relapsed. That piece of shit Valentino had used Angel’s contract against him. As part of the deal they had made, Angel had to do any work Valentino demanded of him, and that fucking scumbag had dared to invade the one place where Angel felt safe.

Knowing Charlie, she would have pointed out that Valentino couldn’t use her property and would have to wait for Angel at the studio, but that wouldn’t matter. Valentino would play by the rules; it wasn’t really about filming at the Hotel, it was all a matter of proving that Angel belonged to him and that there was no safe place he could hide away.

Besides, even if Valentino hadn’t gotten his way at the Hotel, he would take it out on Angel the next time he was in the studio. It was a lose-lose situation, something that Hell was always too eager to provide.

When you got to Angel’s room, you paused to compose yourself. It wouldn’t help if you sounded too desperate or concerned; Angel didn’t respond well to that. It would make him blame himself for making you worry, and then he would spiral further.

You knocked on the door, “Hey Angel, it’s us. Can we come in please?”

“Go away,” Angel’s heavy accent came through the door, marking him more as Anthony than Angel Dust, though you didn’t say anything about that; there were very few people who knew his real name, and he didn’t like to be reminded of it.

For better or worse, he was Angel Dust; that was who he needed to be to survive.

You glanced at Charlie and Vaggie, then tilted your head, indicating that they should leave. Charlie hesitated until Vaggie placed a hand on her shoulder, then after an affirming nod from you, she let Vaggie lead her away.

“Come on Angel,” You said when they were gone. “It’s just me. Let me in.”

“Piss off.”

You sighed, then sat outside the door, and began talking. You didn’t have a grand speech planned, only what was on your mind, and if Angel wasn’t going to let you in, then it became a matter of letting him know that he wasn’t alone and that you wouldn’t abandon him, though you would respect his space.

“I get it. Valentino fucked with you. He love-bombed you, and that didn’t fucking work because you’re stronger than he is and you’re not going to fall for his shitty manipulation tactics. Now, he’s sending his goons here. It’s all just another one of his games, Angel. Don’t let him win.”

There was no response. You stayed quiet for a minute then were struck with a thought; misery loves company.

“Hey, I also kind of feel like shit today, you know? I kept thinking about Hell and… a lot of things. I told Charlie’s dad how I died. That was fucked up.”

Again, there was no response, but you thought you heard Angel shuffle closer to the door. Until that evening, nobody had heard anything about your mortal life, and now you were talking about it for the second time.

“I was murdered for a snuff film. I still have nightmares about it.”

There was a bluntness to your tone. Although it hurt to state the memory aloud again, albeit in less detail, you decided not to put too much thought into it. If your death could help someone, well, there had to be some good in bringing it up.

You stared at the peeling red wallpaper across from you, just so you had something to focus on. “I’m terrified that one day, I’m gonna walk down the street and see the guys that killed me. Like, what do you even do in that situation? Call them out? They’re in Hell, that’s punishment enough, right? Will they find it funny to see me again? Find new ways to hurt me?”

I honestly don’t know what I want in this scenario. I don’t want them to die, ‘cos then they’ll be here, but if they live, they’ll do this to other people. Kidnap them, sell them to the highest bidder, film it for the black market. I dunno… I’ve been here for a year, and I keep thinking about that.”

The door opened and you fell back, looking up at Angel’s concerned face.

“That’s the most fucked up shit I’ve ever heard.”

He lifted you up, setting you right with two arms, while the other two brushed you off.

“So… this is you?” He asked, taking in your rag-doll appearance.

You laughed and imitated his voice, your Demonic abilities kicking in to mimic him perfectly, “I can be anything you want, bay-by.”

“That’s the hottest you’ve ever sounded.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You waved him off blasély. “Just let me in, okay? I can help.”

“So, uh, with the voice, and the-” Angel gestured at your new look, moving his hands in a circular motion, “Can you uh- Be other people?”

“I don’t know,” You said slowly, looking at your hands, “Never tried.”

You concentrated for a moment, trying to transform back to your original self. Usually, it was effortless. Yet, as you stared at the stitches that bound you together, you found it difficult to do more than revert to your original skin colour. Seeing that beneath the stitches was somehow worse, so you stopped trying to change, accepting that for now, you were a ragdoll.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Fuck it. I am what I am, and that’s all that I am.”

You caught sight of Angel’s precious pet pig. Scooping him up into your arms and cuddling him, you cooed in a baby voice, “Besides, you still love me, don’t you Fat Nuggets, yeeeees, precious baby.”

Sitting down on Angel’s bed, you looked up at your friend, deciding that it was better not to let the difficult conversation wait and fester.

“Soooo…” You scratched Fat Nuggets behind the ear, “Charlie told me that you relapsed. Wanna talk about it?”

Angel sighed and flopped back onto the bed so he was lying next to you, his legs planted on the floor.

He dragged two hands over his face, the other two lay despondently over his stomach.

“I- It was just such a shitty day, and Val sent those pricks here, not that they could fill any holes. Wrong kind of pricks, you know?” He half laughed, but it died when he realised the joke wasn’t funny in such a shitty situation.

Still, you smiled at him. When Angel was sad, he didn’t always need someone to sympathise with him. He needed to see that you weren’t going to change and start treating him differently. Sometimes that meant just listening, but other times it meant making the meanest jokes you could think of and laughing at how horrible everything was.

You were his Wanker-anchor, chaining him to reality by being a dick; Husk was the best at it, but seeing as he was nowhere to be found, Angel had you instead.

“Here,” Angel held up a small sealed bag, with his stash in it. So, he hadn’t relapsed after all. He’d just come very close.

“No thanks,” You joked, “I’m full from all the crack I had at breakfast.”

Angel got up and punched your arm, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Takes one to know one,” You took his stash, tucking it away in your pocket, then you stood up, leaving Fat Nuggets on the bed, and you offered Angel your hand. “Come on.”

“What-”

“You need a distraction. So, I challenge you, Angel Dust, teach me how to dance.”

“You’re fucking kiddin’, right?”

You shook your head. “You can dance, I can’t and I’m bored. So, come on, give me some lessons. It’ll be good to get moving.”

“When you fail, can I call you a retard?”

“Fuck no. You can’t say retard anymore, what the fuck is wrong with you. You can insult the shit outta me, but keep your terms acceptable, okay?”

Honestly, Angel had thought he was up to date on what insults and trash talk were deemed acceptable, but evidently, he was wrong.

“Alright, I’ll teach you to dance, but you gotta keep me updated on all the latest slang, and what’s changed up there,” He glanced up as if he could see Earth.

“I’ve been dead a year, bud. A lot can change in that time,” You said, thinking about all the ways you were probably outdated.

Angel grabbed his phone and turned up the tunes, “Sounds like a coward’s excuse to get outta teaching.”

And so it was that you and Angel started to dance. It was nothing like his work, or when he was forced to pimp himself out in clubs as a form of ‘networking.’ Instead, it was stupid, fun, and uncoordinated with you as his partner. Christ, he had never danced with someone so terrible. You let him lead, and together, the two of you laughed at each other’s expense and forgot all about the shitty things that had happened that day.

Up in his Radio Station, Alastor grinned sinisterly. He had heard you quite clearly as he went about his business in the Hotel. You were murdered? How delightful. Victims were so easy to manipulate. Furthermore, you were a ragdoll. Oh, how wonderfully he could exploit that power.

All it would take was an invitation of friendship, a desperate situation, and an offer of assistance. When Alastor had sent Husk away on an errand earlier, he hadn’t imagined it would turn out so wonderfully.

Now, there was a new piece on the chessboard, and Alastor was determined to capture you as his pawn.

Your soul would be his.

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Yall talk about how rin is killing someone for mc, BUT HAVE YOU SEEN RIN SMIRKING AFTER MC BRUTALLY KILLED SOMEONE FOR THEM?? AND BASICALLY GIVING MC BEDROOM EYES??? I SAW THAT SHIT AND WENT LIKE, HOLY FUCK THEY'RE INTO THAT SHIT

Yes! 😭 The bartender, Santana, and other people in the room watching it shocked and horrified 😱

Meanwhile Rin just thinks MC is being so hot right now 🥵

I really enjoyed writing both variations 🤭