#alessabriel ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

[alessabriel]

Only one doll.

Summary: They found something to hold on to, to love and they won't let go, even if you want to run away from them...you never can (or so they thought).

Cw. Dark content, typical canon violence, gore, mental disorders, suicidal thoughts, dark CaitVi, dark romance (or worse), dead dove, divergence from canon at best.

"You just have to obey, okay? We don't like to hurt you," Caitlyn said in a soft, measured, controlled voice, looking at her with her one uncovered eye and cradling her chin, lifting her up so that their gazes would meet.

The doll can only see that face she loved one day, features that showed pure and sincere love at one time now staining so slowly with profuse, deep and terrifying darkness. Intentions that are not hidden in those eyes I once loved and intentions that intend to leave her disabled, at her mercy, at the mercy of both.

She lives in a hell coated in gold.

Fear begins to rise so fast, as the grip on her chin increases in strength and terror settles under her ribs enlarging until it occupies all available space, pressing her organs outward, pressing against her ribs so hard that they may well break under the weight of the doll's fear of them and it is impossible for her not to shed tears, to tremble when she hears that purposefully heavy gait.

"I-I'll be good, I promise" stammers the doll with pain breathing through her pores, tears pooling in her eyes but refusing to shed them until she feels a finger press against the bullet wound in her leg and the doll stifles a scream, pulling away from the sheriff's hands trying not to go crazy; she had tried to run away and had almost succeeded but a bullet in her thigh had knocked her down "I-I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear" the doll recites desperately trying not to throw up, not to look them in the face because that will destroy the only good memories she has of them; Caitlyn and Vi.

But they won't allow her that indulgence.

"Lift your head girl" Vi commands, her voice being soft but there is a steel underneath, a steel that could very well hurt that forces the doll to obey; she sits up lifting her head still on her knees in her room and looking at Vi with her eyes watering with tears "Will you do it again? Use your head silly girl you can't run away, we had already told you"

The doll only feels the bile in her throat, the voice she once adored and the soft eyes she once loved for how sincere they were, right now she wished to tear them out with her own fingers or her own to never see her again. He once loved her voice that whispered love in his ears, that assured him to love her as intensely as he loved the Sheriff, maybe it wasn't true and it was all a lie from both of them.

"We don't want to increase your punishments" she tried, again to sound kind Caitlyn but irony, mockery and sarcasm seeped into her tone.

She understood, and could only grit her teeth, holding back that will go like boiling lava inside her.

"But you're making us be mean to you Is that what you want?" Vi questioned, taking a few steps closer to the sweet doll kneeling on what was once a nice light red carpet and leaned down, staring at her; still everything she loved was still there, a little stained by fear but it didn't matter and she reached out her hand, touching that angelic little face sliding her thumb down her cheek brushing away the tears "Cait and I don't want to be mean to you princess, but you're making it hard for us Running away? You understand we were scared our little love would run away"

«as if they would care, you psycho bitches» thinks the doll but she would rip her skin to shreds before she would speak in front of them, she would rip her vocal cords out if she could so she would never speak to them and never have that pair of deranged women hear her voice again. But he forces himself, he forces himself and at will, with something tucked deep in the back of his mind where they could never touch anything he would always cling to; father and sister. She disconnected, she needed to do it because she could never run away from the damn Kiramman mansion, nor Piltover and she didn't want to endanger who is like an older sister to her, truth be told she was afraid of them and of herself, dad had not raised a weak woman but right now in front of an Enforcer capable of breaking a man's skull with her bare hands and a sheriff that could shoot you even from miles away, her survival instinct came into play.

She would live, and she would mold that damned jail with her bare hands.

"I-I'll be good, sorry for escaping" the doll whispers, her voice trembling before closing her pink iris eyes and shedding tears, beginning to sob for real letting go of the emotional anguish and that tiny part that still contained hope that they would realize what they were doing was so fucking wrong but that hope shattered it and went infinite in tears of faint pink transparency "I-I was afraid and I-I was dumb, sorry, sorry, s-sorry, s-sorry"

It would return that prison of theirs, one way or another.

[alessabriel]

┆𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫! 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐗 𝐍𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ┆

Summary: Ellie and his wife in their daily lives, work, relationship, romance, love, love, and some jealousy of each other. Cw: Ellie Williams Officer x nurse wife, cursing, swearing, canon violence, Ellie very much in love with his wife (she's very much in love with you), blood, etc.

જ Ellie didn't really expect to become a police officer, truth be told in college she was even a dealer which still, to this day amuses his wife and they met in high school when she was just starting to have contact with a trusted supplier, and ended up being a couple when you hid his merchandise in your cosmetic bag, they got along better in college.

¦¦ Ellie really couldn't show herself like that to her friends Jesse or Dina, they were both extremely stressed out and not to be outdone a pregnancy in the home stretch of college was even worse, so she found herself in her van with cigarette smoke in the air and the stressful feeling under her skin, simmering, eating everything inside and rising through her veins. It was like being on fire and feeling wet, it was strange.

I was spiraling down.

“Do you want to get out of exposing your thesis to the jury by drowning yourself in pot smoke?” he hears the voice, your voice soft and sweet, a gentle mocking twist in the tone.

Ellie sighs, letting the smoke go before she rolls down the window with the door handle, and that's when she sees it, it really is a lot of fucking smoke. But he unlatches the doors letting her in.

“Something like that Do you think they'll give my certificate to Joel if I die?” she questions, taking a puff on the cigarette she had forged hours ago.

“Yeah, I don't think so and Joel would be able to bring you back from the dead by the hair by force.”

She can only laugh as she listens to him, it's a truth and she can imagine Joel doing it or trying to and with how stubborn he was, it might as well be a truth and she can only laugh, because if she thought any more she would cry.

“Yeah, that sounds very daddy” she says, trying to keep her voice from breaking but it's useless and when you're next to her, when she can smell the sweet, clean scent of your perfume that strips her naked, violates her in a way that should be illegal and maybe it's part of your chosen career, the one where you were always making seams in that strange latez but it doesn't feel right, it feels like it's going to break, that it's going to explode and the seams couldn't contain it ”Sometimes, s-sometimes you want to drop everything? “she asks, because that question is stuck in her throat with such force that she wants to vomit and the marijuana can barely relax her.

“Sometimes yes, but nursing really excites me even though sometimes I feel gross, and putrid after my internship where doctors talk to me like I'm stupid, but I like it”

“sounds like you like poison” she says, almost wanting to laugh but everything breaks down and she just hides her face in her hands, on the steering wheel ”I-I just can't, I can't anymore and it's stupid, I worked so hard for this shitty career and in the end I can't, I can't anymore, damn it I can't anymore and it's ridiculous because I like this damn career but, but fuck I can't complete it, submit the thesis, do the whole process…it terrifies me so much, I don't want this”

And that night, of smoke, tears, promises, kisses and hugs, Ellie didn't submit the thesis and entered police training school, having the courage to tell Joel. In the end communication was the key, who knew? ¦¦

જ The training at the police school was exhausting but he felt good and he found pleasure in the job, had perfect results and ended up in a permanent position. It was tiring, exhausting and he hated the uniform the first few days but now he got the hang of it and maybe because he wore it a good part of his days (not influenced by his wife who loved to see her in uniform, of course not).

જ If Joel and his friends still found it funny that it was official, well, he just laughed and played along. Because it was funny, in college he had so many felonies that he could end up in jail or some charges at least, but hey luck was on his side.

જ His shifts were grueling, yes and he encountered so many louts on his shifts, what he wanted to disfigure their faces with punches and once in a while he could do it only with certain terms in between, was it ethical? Not so much, he enjoyed it? Very much.

જ Her married life started when her girlfriend graduated from her major and she was still in police training school. He cried when he saw his girlfriend receive her degree? No one could prove it. And of course he tried his best to be able to take her to a fancy restaurant but his girlfriend, being his girlfriend would have none of it and they ended up having dinner at a fast food restaurant, degree papers on the table and his next schedule in mind with red knuckles from training.

¦¦ Ellie really wanted to take his girlfriend to a fancy restaurant, the kind where they put a napkin on her lap and the prices were not listed on the menu, but well he was really looking forward to it.

“I could take you to that expensive restaurant babe” he grumbles with a mouth full of fries, outside it's night and the folder with the university emblem on the table even next to the food trays ‘let yourself be pampered, don't be bad you finished your degree and a specialization, you deserve it’.

“well yes, but I want burgers and here was our first date, I decide where to eat on my graduation Els” she says with a sweet smile, holding the glass of lemon-lime soda, before stealing a kiss from Ellie leaving the taste of the soda ”but I thank you for going out of your way for it, I love you but eating a crushed sandwich on the sidewalk for me would be the ideal date”

“you're cheesy” replies Ellie, feeling her cheeks flush and rubs her nose nervously, seeing how her girlfriend even eating looks beautiful and should be illegal ”but you're my cheesy”

“exactly, officer Williams” she purrs kissing Ellie's cheek smiling ”with the uniform you sure will look beautiful.”

Ellie knew the dinner was the best of her life, with extra burgers and fries, a nursing degree with major on the table and the uniform in her truck. ¦¦

જ Officer Ellie Williams! Whose daily routine starts early, as she is an early riser and is the one who puts the coffee pot at home leaving his wife to sleep just a little longer, and starts her training in the designated room at home.

જ Officer Ellie Williams! That he has a hard time leaving his nurse wife at work in the morning, his arms around his beautiful wife's shoulders, almost with a pout on his lips, because it was legal to stop seeing his beautiful wife? It wasn't fair, but the job put food on their table, paid for services and kept them afloat, it was still illegal in his eyes.

¦¦ Ellie feels needy, he knew how to identify that feeling from the moment he woke up in the late morning and saw his wife come out of the bathroom, lavender towel over her body, covering soft, insinuating curves which lead towards restless fingers as she craves to kiss every inch of visible skin, but against his wishes he showered, dressed, ate breakfast and watched his wife put lunches together with that sweet voice humming a song he now has installed in his head.

She was a strong woman, both against the louts she was supposed to stop and against her own desires to leave her wife in bed.

Hence, with her uniform on, and her black punch bowl; a small dinosaur keychain hanging on the handles of it with several containers inside with her favorite foods and she had made the drinks in thermoses; hers was lilac and her wife's was army green. He loved his day to day life, the only thing he hated was being separated from his sweet, attractive wife, the woman of their lives and who could ask for his full paycheck and he would gladly give it to her if she would give him some of it. He wore the uniform, the belt on his hip with his gun holster and his arms around his wife, in the parking lot of the employee hospital and leaves butterfly kisses on her cheeks, her jaw, and a hundred, feeling the fabric of your nurse's uniform, tasting the warm skin and your fresh-scented, clean perfume. Hiding her face in the hollow of your neck, clinging to your body and feeling the softness of your body against her stiff, pressed uniform.

“honey” you tried, again convincing her to let go but you enjoy her slender, muscular arms wrapping around your shoulders, her face hidden in the hollow of your neck and shoulder, you almost hear her make disgruntled little noises and gently cradle her hips with your hands, she wears the belt of her uniform and you feel the holster of her gun against your side ‘I'll see you later my love, and I made you your favorite as your lunch’ you say, softly spoken, lovingly caressing her hips feeling her squeeze your shoulders.

“But I couldn't even eat you before, it's unfair you know and I have endless paperwork to do at the office, it's not my day babe” you grumble annoyed, paperwork days don't please your wife and you know it, you let out a giggle and feel her hand squeeze the side of your ribs gently ”Don't laugh, I'm in withdrawal from my wife, I'll die”

“You won't die Ellie, you're just being dramatic.”

“no, no, no my wife is my drug and I'm not on it, I'm dying”

Ellie hears his wife's laughter and how it reverberates against his ear, carrying validity inside his bones and relaxes his muscles.

It was not her day, but it was her life. ¦¦

જ Officer Ellie Williams! Who at her meal times, must keep Jesse from wanting to take away from her food and has to physically push him away from her lunch.

જ Officer Ellie Williams! She is lucky that her partner was Jesse, although she has complaints; of course she wouldn't tell HR, so she enjoyed her job.

¦¦ “Just a little bit Els!” exclaims Jesse trying to get closer to the food containers that Ellie keeps away from his hands and even feels the sole of his vita against his uniform “Hey Dina I washed that!”

“I wouldn't mess it up if you kept your sticky hands away from my food” warns Ellie pushing Jesse away from herself and eating with the kuromi cutlery that her wife gave her, and almost falls off the table when she pushed Jesse another and felt Jesse's tug on her leg ”That Dina's food doesn't fill you up?”

“Yes! But even Dina says your wife's food is tasty!” says Jesse trying to get closer to his best friend and fellow patrolman in the break room ”Give me some!”

“I'll rip you to pieces if you come near me sticky hands!”

“I'm not sticky hands!”

“Yes you are!"¦¦

જ Officer Ellie Williams! That her meals and break times are fun because of Jesse but she hates paperwork and that there are stupid men and women out there who think she's stupid, when she pushes them up against her patrol car when they get out of control it's a good payback.

જ Officer Ellie Williams! Who occasionally has to take some people to the hospital, and it's always where his wife works. Although she doesn't like to go if she's hurt, but in that chase she only took a dislocated shoulder but managed to catch the idiot and when she sees you down the halls, she almost wants to call you but you can't attend to her, you're Nurse Williams and she's not supposed to deal with people close to you. Bullshit. But she enjoys watching you work

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I don't know if this really does justice to the character of Ellie Williams and as an officer, damn it, I can't imagine her older and as an officer, in her uniform, well, my love for the character is stronger than that c:

Officer! Ellie williams X Nurse wife! reader moodboard

Ellie always coming into your hospital dropping off someone or something to a new case having to greet her beautiful wife! All the nurses jealous of you because i mean imagine her in that uniform omfg…you getting death stares when ellie brings you into a heated kiss and bidding her goodbyes. Ellie coming to see you on breaks and bringing you a lunch when working or not she does it cause she misses her sweet girl. You being the picture perfect couple, always working the same hours, understanding the exhaustion and both being their for one another. Her muscles. Those handcuffs def are used on you more than people think.

(ME NEXT)

[1donoow]

DC REC

PT.2

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

batmom

batfam

batsis

bruce wayne

garfield logan

Jason todd

alfred pennyworth

batmom

@batfam-imagines - things batmom has definitely said

@dc-x-readers - open door policy (young justice x batmom)

@morgansunflower - sleep well my precious robin

- busted

@battymommastuff - injury

- hey mom (titan)

- that's my mom (amazonian!reader)

@timetravelassasin - mom us an assassin

@blackcupidangel - motherhood

@bluebellhairpin - video tapes

- what they call batmom

@kimberly-spirits13 - saving the day (scarlet witch!batmom)

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx - batmom cleaning jason up after his first time as robin

@xoxo-mylove - i hate that soothing voice(dick grayson)

- new beginnings (jason todd)

@dragon-chica - batmom

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batfam

@butwhyduh - ___

@riotlain - batboy's s/o giving small gifts to them

@kayadrake123 - batboys x famous reader

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batsis

@current-interest-writings - nicknames a family tradition

@alessabriel - y/n wayne!venom (male reader)

@detectivemarvelingcomics - not your classic vigilante ch.2

@kimberly-spirits13 - batsibling with black panther suit/ persona

@flying-nightwing - life lesson (never kidnap a wayne kid)

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bruce wayne

@catxsnow - let's have a baby

@ellabxrnes - hypnotist

@invisibleanonymousmonsters - trauma (daughter!reader)

@headcans-oneshots-and-stuff - lost,found and consequences (toddler!reader)

@dragon-chica - faithful couple

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garfield logan

@busylickingsatansballs - pretty kitty

@hobiiwan - ___

@gangrenados - ___

- morning hc

@wondergotham - Being Best Friends w/Conner & Gar

@multifandomimaginesworld - dating gar logan would include

@ghostdrafts - gar logan dating headcannon

@kioelo - time

@idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 - you have a connection

@gars-jasons-gf - relationship hc pt.2

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jason todd

@ghost-soap - ___

@nightwings-circus - husband-zoned

@iheartdoll - jason todd hc

@cipheress-to-k-pop - curls

@a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all - perfect

@veronica-17-hood - ___

@s1ater - daddy's girl pt.1 (batsis)

@katsumox - jason todd headcannon

@rekiilysm - adore you

@redhoodedangel - scars that last (scarlet witch!reader)

@book-place - a day with jay (sister!reader)

@thebisexualdogdad - jason todd dating roy harper's brother

@ellana-ravenwood - draw me like one of your french boy

- A baby in the family

@kaleidoscopewritings19 - halloween special (black widow!reader)

@yourlocalcringydaydreamer - jason with autistic reader

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx - Jason resting his head on reader's ass

- jason seeing you in a swimsuit for the first time

- jason with baby fever

- jason todd being soft for his girlfriend

- jason loosing the reader in a store

- jason getting babied

- bruce disapproving of reader and jason's relationship until

- jason's reading glasses

- ___(gentle giant!jason)

>>>>>teddy!verse<<<<<

•teddy referring reader as mother for the first time •protective mama bear •dad!jason meeting his wife for the first time •bruce talking with teddy!verse reader •mother's day lunch •jason calling the reader ridiculous pet names

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alfred pennyworth

@lazydoodlesandfanfic - needing a cheer up (daughter!reader)

[alessabriel]

hi, can I maybe request how the arcane women treat a reader w/ a disability? specifically a cane? thanks :)

- @sadismismybestquality

Arcane Fem x Reader uses cane. PT1

Reader who uses a cane ft. Jinx (Powder), Vi (Violet), Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda, Sevika, Margot.

Cw. Use of [Name] or just allusion to the character without gender only neutral although it tends to feminine but by the translator sometimes changes, mention of disability and use of cane (if there is any discordance please let me know by dm or in comments), violence and blood typical of the canon.

I know it took a long time but between life and other things, I hope you like it, if not, let me know. @sadismismybestquality (I am sorry if there is an inaccuracy according to the use of the cane.)

Jinx / Powder

𖹭 Jinx really didn't care much whether or not her partner had a disability and the need to use a cane, in Zaun it's completely normal and in a way since childhood she had a certain admiration; actually it's admiration for you, for her partner Why, you might ask? Because even with a cane held tightly in your hand, some sidelong glances not at all kindly there was a kindness and gentleness in you that was undeniable, but not to be confused with naivety at all.

𖹭 Jinx loves you, from head to toe, from top to bottom, from the inside out, if you kill someone she will be there to hide the corpse with you, if you want to kill someone she will be there even next to you immediately and this becomes worse if she detects someone, even an entity or being that dares to see you bad because why the fuck would they see you bad if you are the most divine, kind, precious and so fucking beautiful being that came down from heaven?

𖹭 [Actually the appointments were not usual, but Jinx had days off since she had focused on her 'duties' and 'errands', even Silco had shown well hidden astonishment that he didn't know how to interpret, insulted or flattered? But regardless, he had the opportunity to go for lunch out there, and maybe be able to stop by his workshop and not just for jobs.

He was always hypervigilant. Trauma? Habit? Who knows, but he had the gun at arm's length from one hand.

They just walked through the crowd, something normal after enjoying a good zaunite meal and he was always careful to keep some distance from the range of the cane you always carried with you, not to get in the way and help in any case, because Jinx only wanted one thing in his life nowadays; to make your life easier and more bearable, if he could he would have you worshipping you as an angel. And everything was going great, a chatter here and there, plus Jinx chatting about everything and anything, about what he saw and was interested in until modifications to his pumps, until he sees it; an imbecile passes you so close that he manages to push you and almost fall, except that he stopped you just in time and when he sees that expression of pain, he just knows what he should do. After putting you properly in some random and trustworthy store he goes out with the pretext of bringing something for the pain, it's not quite pretext but aha, if the street is dyed red good details. ] 𖹭

𖹭 Jinx always creates little random doodles on your cane, it's a way to show his love just like on all your reachable belongings, and it's kind of romantic in his sight because you're the one who leaves him little notes on the meals you sometimes make him and make him eat, it's his love language. Or even if by some chance your cane suffers some damage she fixes it herself, adding her spark because why not? She is surprised that it is easier for you to use it now and she loves it, it fills her with pride to be able to help you.

𖹭 Jinx loves you totally, there is not a single thing that would make her stop loving you.

Vi / Violet

𖹭 Vi really has an even greater protective instinct towards you, not because she thinks you are weak because not at all, for her on the contrary you are stronger than anyone else and she has to be very aware of you, when you go for a walk because it helps a little with the pain due to your injury and to stretch you, which are quiet moments that she values very much compared to her time in prison.

𖹭 Vi loves you totally, she did it since she was a child when she was curious why you used a cane to walk but she always had that habit impossible to remove because she did not remember where or when but she heard someone say that the handle of the cane left marks or bruises due to daily use, support weight or actions like that, so she made an effort to make it ergonomic, and in fact she was so interested because doing it relaxed her and as a teenager she had a lot of energy.

𖹭 [Vi had completed a solo job Legal? I didn't know but it didn't stand out much, so it wasn't entirely dangerous and with it she had managed to buy enough materials to make your cane more comfortable which she could see was giving its last breaths of life and your family was trying hard to buy you good and quality canes or make them, but with all the hustle and bustle of Zaun well it wasn't entirely possible for your parents, so she had been making a new one with wood and metal, it cost her to learn from Benzo because as an uncle he was great but as a teacher fuck it was hell but she made it; a cane made of a sturdy wood with metal alloys that could be adjusted for height as you got older because she thought long term.

If Vander laughed at her for the detail, it was something no one knew.

It took hours but she completed it, even testing it on Vander because she needed to know it was sturdy. From what she saw, the cane could withstand even Vander's weight which was like all muscle and stuff, and it didn't feel weak or anything close to breaking so she smiled before taking the little pink ribbon (only she knew that ribbon was exactly the shade of her hair, a little mark that she made it for you).

"You like it a lot, don't you girl?" Vander questions with a smile.

Vi just blushes but doesn't get defensive "Thanks Vander, I'll be back later."

(Vander was proud of his little girl, I mean he had never seen her be interested in anything besides family and boxing, but now he saw her genuinely smile, blush and stop having that horrible tension on her shoulders).

And Vi when she delivers it I expect a lot, but not that you would throw yourself into her arms with such force.

"Do you like me?" she asks you, cushioning the blow with her body.

"Like it Vi? I loved it, thank you so much!"

Vi could only feel her heart melt when she didn't see you stumble a little because of the old cane, but now your gait was more confident and if she liked seeing the pink ribbon in your hair, well yet another reason why she liked you]. 𖹭

𖹭 Vi really was very used to leave some space between her body and walking with you, so you would not stumble and almost by instinct her steps were synchronized with yours because she would never leave you behind.

𖹭 But no one could tell Vi that they would end up separated sooner rather than later, and that when she left that prison with weathered knuckles, tattoos and a sense of emptiness accompanied by Caitlyn Kiramman, with a fixed objective; it was when she looked at you for the first time in years and recognized you by the pink ribbon that still held your hair, it was in passing but her heart beat again, maybe later they could meet when her hands were not so busy and her destiny uncertain.

𖹭 Because Vi was like that, she protected you and loved you in a sincere, pure way and that love would last for millennia, she only hoped she herself could hold on a little longer.

Caitlyn Kiramman.

𖹭 Caitlyn would know you since she was young, she never approached you perhaps out of fear because you belonged to the Ferros family; Name Ferros, and she had seen you the first years of training using an elegant and functional cane, you tired her an eternal curiosity.

𖹭 But Caitlyn feeling somewhat insecure and self-conscious did not approach, she only saw you in the distance always walking beside your father Stevan Ferros; of whom she remembers his confident, fast pace and above all did not wait for anyone. I saw that at the festivities in elegant halls and galas, always, but when you were next to your father he synchronized his steps with yours, left space for your cane and above all did not allow any comments about you and your disability, he never allowed it he had even silenced his own mother Cassandra Kiramman with a scathing comment akin to "have no future and flattering suitors" which was countered by Stevan's even more scathing comment "the worth of none of my heirs is governed by archaic stereotypes befitting the ignorant" and to this day he does not forget his mother's embarrassed face.

𖹭 Then one day Caitlyn no longer sees you at galas, at council meetings or anything else, until she is about to graduate from training and sees you; now without the cane but the Ferros technology shines in one of your legs an elegant circuit of rigid and flexible parts that allows you to walk safely, you work alongside Camille Ferros and it is noticeable that you climbed quickly passing to the Enforcers and being in a totally different league.

𖹭 | Caitlyn was anxious, maybe a little nervous but she hadn't seen you in months so when she got to see you again it was still at Camille Ferros' side; your figure was no longer leaning to one side but more upright, straight and your cane was no longer there but an intricate, delicate but sturdy circuit that created firmness in your leg, you seemed more sure of yourself.

You shone in an unobtrusive way, like a star in the firmament.

So, when you walk past him near where he is with his patrol (people who throw out biting comments of being born in a cradle of gold).

"The uniform you sit in looks great Miss Kiramman" you say, softly as you pass by her walking quickly past.

Caitlyn didn't get a chance to return the compliment, but fuck her heart might just pound out of her chest altogether. | 𖹭

𖹭 She fell so hard, in love and heavy, fell first and very heavy, and experienced everything.

𖹭 Caitlyn had a hard time overcoming that limitation that stopped her from approaching, but she did and the first conversations were superficial, soft and cordial until little by little from wearing the Enforcer uniform and talking in short lapses of time she could see you lying on her bed, both with your legs intertwined and just chatting.

𖹭 For Caitlyn to start a relationship was to take a step in the long walk, step by step, and she always worried about you and your occasional use of the cane, nothing changes for her she simply loves you.

𖹭 Caitlyn believes and knows that you are the most beautiful, strong, resilient, hardworking, intelligent and gorgeous woman ever, and will be with her for a lifetime.

𖹭 Caitlyn tends to leave little bracelets or tiny details on the cane that was always waiting at the side of their bed.

Mel Medarda.

𖹭 Mel really isn't surprised to see someone use a cane, he's seen that before and his interest in you came from how much art he saw in your cane, intricate carved lines on dark wood and what was a work of art with metal on wood, paint. It was a fucking work of art that was functional, sturdy and helped in your life.

𖹭 | Mel could no longer contain the question in her mouth, in the huge room full of superficial conversations, she waited delicately until she managed to detect a space of solitude in your agenda; an artist calmed by the opulence of Piltover but she detected how there was a difference in the art offered to the opulence and to the people who really approach, the essence.

You were able to endow your essence to your art or delicately snatch emdich essence to your art, both beautiful.

So, armed with a glass of Noxian wine she approached with light, measured steps until she reached your side where you only appreciated the huge window- "it's a pleasure to see you again, and your art the same".

"a pleasure Mel" you conceded in a soft voice without much intention or commitment, without really seeing her.

Mel knew you were elusive, like golden water slipping through her fingers.

"I can't help but appreciate the artistry in your cane, allow me to praise it and if not it is impertinent of me may I question something?" finished Mel questioning, making the Noxian wine dance in her glass.

"Go ahead, honesty is part of me" you reply with a serene calm, charming the Noxian further.

"Does your art expand to your staff?"

Mel presence as you think about it, calmly and seem to weigh your answer but wait.

"My disability will not limit my art, if it already encompasses my skin why not my cane the same?"

Mel definitely fell when I detect your sidelong glance, playful, flirtatious and so sweet. | 𖹭

𖹭 Mel is really informed about the disability you have, an injury as a child that left after-effects and you needed the support of the cane. Start respecting it, now with meaning and not just out of mere politeness.

𖹭 Mel is aware of your personal space and respects it, he also makes the rest respect it.

𖹭 Mel fell in love with the art you carried in your soul and reflected in your cane.

Sevika.

𖹭 Sevika saw how the cane became part of your life after the war, which should not hurt as much as it did but she went from seeing you happy, running and jumping because you were like a little sun bouncing everywhere to someone still, she saw how much pain you suffered in your leg for a wound that healed perfectly (thanks to the fucking union between Piltover and Zaun that could provide you a proper treatment) but left sequelae; chronic pain, use of cane and a half rehabilitation because it was considered that you could continue with your life.

𖹭 Sevika never neglected you, in fact she became hyper-aware of her surroundings and yours because of your use of the cane, therefore she protected you but sometimes it was impossible to protect you from your own frustration.

𖹭 | Sevika had spent an afternoon full of paperwork, information and so on at the council, she hated the council and those sidelong glances that no Piltovian knew how to camouflage, she hated even more taking a seat on the council from the one fucking woman; Cassandra Kiramman who had a shred of concern for Zaun. It was bittersweet. So when she came home, and saw you on the floor alone staring at your cane in front of you and sat down next to you.

Sometimes you just needed to sit next to each other to take strength.

"When I lost my arm, it was frustrating dealing with the loss of balance, the pain of the prosthetic and the healing" Sevika found herself saying, not much commitment to her most painful period of her life as even with a prosthetic, support and a higher salary; Silco was grateful despite it all but that took away the chagrin, the slight depression of losing the arm and Sevika continues "I mean, you never think about that you might lose a limb you know? Let alone an arm, hell there were days where the phantom pain made me want to rip my skin to shreds."

"...You never told me that" you whisper, in a soft, hushed voice, never looking up from the cane as if it offended you personally.

"That wasn't attractive you know, I wanted to win you over, you know have you look at me and say 'hell, I want to eat her' or you know, be wife material Too delusional on my part?" Sevika questions at last, leaning against the furniture just looking at the cane with a neutral gaze.

"Well, I liked you a lot from the start if that's any consolation" you say with a somewhat broken chuckle, shaking your leg feeling the painful tug on your nerves.

"What I mean is, well, I understand your process not entirely but love, don't give up, I know you can."

Sevika just felt you lean against her side and cry, a silent, painful but releasing cry and she wrapped an arm around you. | 𖹭

𖹭 Sevika is a loyal, loving and caring companion, accepting of change, advancement and so on, she loves you and will love every new facet in you, even the cane (she got a retractable one for you and your comfort, it cost hell but it was totally worth it because you didn't hate it).

Margot.

𖹭 Margot is a woman who loves, she really loves, she doesn't give half or crumbs, no, she gives all her love and hopes not to be hurt (because frankly she can hurt but in Zaun, being a quimobarona she didn't allow that) until you arrived, you took her love in excess, her dramatism, fights with those two old men who called themselves quimobaronas and her childish attitude sometimes and still you loved her.

𖹭 Margot before you didn't know what a sincere love was, but with you she got to know it and got used to it, therefore every part of you was accepted, valued and consequently loved. She spared no expense, if she obtained money in not so legal and moral ways, why spend it on something totally worthwhile? Apart from her makeup, piercings and a home in the highest part of Zaun where the sun shone perfectly into the common room.

𖹭 And what Margot loved, was your nagging, although those specific ones she didn't really pay attention to.

𖹭 | Margot was attentive to cleaning the new piercings, cleaning and disinfecting them for later use, so she almost dropped one when you walked into the room and recognized the soft touch of wood on the floor.

"Because you bought more than five new canes, Margot!" you question with rosy cheeks, standing in front of the huge bed where Margot saw her box of piercings.

Margot shrugged, playing it down "that old geezer owed me some favors and those canes are really good, I couldn't pass up the opportunity you know?"

"Love."

"Don't scold me, I like to spend my money on you and that cane is already taking its last breaths, what's more we can decorate it together What do you think?"

Margot admires how that anger deflates and they both end up seeing how to decorate the cane, if she entertained herself kissing your neck and leaving marks of her lipstick on your skin, good details. | 𖹭

𖹭 Margot definitely adores you completely, with more canes than you actually occupy in the closet and with your soft nagging, which sounded more like hard candy.

pt 2

[alessabriel]

Arcane Fem x reader cane, P2.

Reader who uses a cane ft. Grayson, Renata Glasc, Ambessa Medarda, Maddie Nolen, Cassandra Kiramman, Renni.

pt 1

Cw. Use of [Name] or just allusion to the character without gender only neutral although it tends to feminine but by the translator sometimes changes, mention of disability and use of cane (if there is any discordance please let me know by dm or in comments), violence and blood typical of the canon.

I know it took a long time but between life and other things, I hope you like it, if not, let me know. @sadismismybestquality

Grayson.

𖹭 Grayson didn't really know you until he saw the first shock of reality, the difference between Zaun and Piltover, and he met you there, you were a young girl of his age (at that time) who worked with your mother to assist the Zaunites in health matters.

𖹭 Grayson could not forget you easily, so although his parents screamed to the sky when they found out that he took the Zaun patrols, he just moved forward and managed to become a regular in Zaun, alleys and streets, to understand and see the reality as it was. So she saw you more, often and began to deliberately ignore that area; between alleys and rooftops where there was sometimes a line of people.

𖹭 For Grayson it became a routine to see you, to monitor if you were okay until one day it just happened.

𖹭 | Grayson was on his patrol as usual, he had a hard time being able to fit in between the alleys and the Zaunites seeing that he didn't want to hurt anymore, he just genuinely wanted to help or try because he wouldn't lie to himself that he could fix everything. She was not naive. And that particular day she saw some children running with a cane in their hands, which she quickly recognized as yours and that explained why there were thugs hanging around; the doctors and nurses in Zaun were basically protected because health depended on them, in this case on you and it was easy for her to take the cane away from the children and scare them away because they were sweating the scare.

So he already had the perfect excuse to talk to you.

He found you leaning against a wall, wincing slightly in pain and holding your thigh a little, he felt bad to see you straining beyond the capacity of your leg.

"It's yours isn't it?" Question in a calm voice, without much weight to the question and Grayson saw you assert a little, lips pressed into a thin line, and extended the cane in your direction "some brats had your cane."

"Yeah, some unruly kids" you hiss a little adjusting your hand to the cane and leaning in tight, feeling the pain leave you a little, just a little "...thanks"

Grayson could only smile, a small smile because your tone of voice was genuine. | 𖹭

𖹭 Grayson never saw you as less or thought you couldn't handle anything, because he knew you could handle a lot and when the conflict between Zaun and Piltover exploded and improved the years to come where he became Sheriff, and Zaun was improving little by little, that's when he started to see you more because you entered the higher studies program in medicine in Piltover to be able to open the first clinic in Zaun together with others, in Zaun there was born talent and it only began.

𖹭 When I least expected it Grayson, already served as a support for you when your hand stiffened from the pain of leaning on your cane and she was your support and was happy.

Renata Glasc.

𖹭 Renata never skimped on any expense for her family; you. In her honest opinion you deserved the best of the best, and if she had the money she would spend.

𖹭 Renata met you when she was nobody, when she only had her parents' chemical formulas in hand and a visceral hatred for everything, for Piltover, for Zaun himself who polluted everything but you came into her life with that selfless smile and your cane that was something between metal, wood barely straight and stable that you yourself had made because since childhood and being born in the lowest levels hurt one of your legs.

𖹭 Both became inseparable.

𖹭 Renata fought tooth and nail, she was not afraid of anything at all to climb to the top until she made it and you were by her side always supporting her, learning about chemistry, the business and the hidden network that controlled Zaun from the ground up without anyone noticing. You were the siren who always sang to be seen, you were her fucking muse always.

𖹭 Renata spared no expense in getting a staff for you and satisfying every need, if you were in their worst days when they were starving, well now you deserved to enjoy everything they earned together.

𖹭 | Renata was smoking in her office, enjoying the sun that fell through the huge glass window of a soft shade of pink; she liked pink, it wasn't her fault. Until she heard your footsteps, and the soft sound of the cane on the floor tiles, she just smiled to herself taking a puff on her cigarette.

"Ren why did you buy me more canes? I already had enough" you grumble softly, moving closer to Renata.

"Money is for something honey, besides you will need and some were made at my request, they have the designs I know you liked."

"Ren."

"That's the hill I'll die on, you deserve all my soul why not spend on you? Tell me"

Renata just felt you approach her, too embarrassed to speak and just kissed your head, letting you use her for support.

"I love you, and taking care of you will never be too much for me, memorize it in your little head."

Renata never expected to sound so romantic, but you were his wife and deserved to be loved. | 𖹭

𖹭 Renata is a supportive, loving and caring partner who showed her concern in her own way, she is a wife who will always have everything for you.

Ambessa Medarda.

𖹭 Ambessa knew you for many years, when you were both young; her worst and fucked stage, only two survivors, herself pregnant and wounded, you with the leg with a wound that with time she knew; you ignored to give priority to what was important and that weighed her more than ever before.

𖹭 Ambessa didn't know when you nestled in her chest, settling between her ribs, under her organs and right next to her heart without any sign of leaving, you just stayed there with all your smiles, laughter, idle chats, moments together, and you being her right hand.

𖹭 Where Ambessa was there was you.

𖹭 So Ambessa is no stranger to the injury you suffered in those years that marked your leg with scars impossible to hide; jagged, pink and somewhat dark skin in other areas, sensitive and insensitive spots due to scarring. It does not leave out your needs; medicines, a rehabilitation and a cane that was functional, resistant, useful for you.

𖹭 Ambessa admired that perfect combination of strength, vulnerability, resilience and above all not being afraid of feelings, you were a very important guide for Mel; although sometimes it exasperated him, but at the end of the day Mel was as strong as you.

𖹭 Mel and Kino adored you, you were two mothers who took care of two children who were raised perfectly, you were not exempt from mistakes but no one could ever reproach you for anything. You and Ambessa loved your children.

𖹭 | Ambessa became part of your mental routine, a long list of pending tasks, always every three months to check the cane that was an extension of you; if it was still in optimal conditions, renew the runes in the wood and send it to be reinforced, or ultimately change it. This time, it was a change so I didn't expect to see Kino hovering nearby.

"Did you finish your lessons child?" Ambessa questioned municiously checking, she had learned how to do it.

"I'm done mother, but...I wanted to ask you something Mom's cane is very important isn't it?" questioned Kino somewhat anxiously; the 11 year old boy whose bad ones he kept behind him.

Ambessa was no fool, she looked up to see her son Kino with the bad guys behind her and waited, Kino was always sincere, never asked for anything exuberant and was obedient, rebellious about the animals he rescued hence there was an elusive feline in the corners of the main house. I just waited and it worked Kino went outside his office before entering with a box in his hands that he barely noticed; there were wounds, cuts and scrapes on the skin that his instinct dictated he check but Kino being stubborn as always denied.

"...my trainer knows how to make canes, he said it is almost an art and I wanted to learn and I succeeded mother, although well I was not free from hurting myself and Mel decorated it, he said it should be Noxian" explained Kino opening the box.

Ambessa looked inside an elegant cane but it looked of good material, resistant for your pace of life and above all elegant, it was definitely Mel's brand.

"I wanted to make something for mom, she takes good care of us and she didn't forget when she carried me to run to the doctor that day...she carried me and Mel, she didn't forget mother, she also didn't forget that you always take care of mom and well, I want to take care of mom too."

Yes Ambessa felt a lump in her throat when underneath she detected the cloak of a perfect shade of red, and next to the cane well, she really loved her family. | 𖹭

𖹭 Ambessa is a proud wife of you, the woman she loves and a fierce protector of her family, she adores you from head to toe.

Maddie Nolen.

𖹭 Maddie didn't know anyone interesting within the Enforcers, well if Vi counted it was only one and a half because she knew the two didn't tolerate each other, she understood the zaunita who was getting sidelong glances for her recent entry. She understood, or so she thought.

𖹭 Maddie got to know you within the medical team that attended exclusively to the Enforcers and did not notice you only because of your retractable cane, clearly you could walk without it but you were dragging your left foot a little but what caught her attention was a powerful interaction in her opinion.

𖹭 I Maddie had already left the infirmary with some pain and the bandaged bulls, it hurt a little but it would get better. Until she heard an agent twice your size bullying you for being a careerist and a whore who got to Piltover by sucking cock, it was the rudest thing she heard directed at the medical staff and she was about to intervene, she even looked at Vi and was about to hit the man and Caitlyn too, before it happened; you acted fast by hitting the back of his knees with your retractable baton knocking him to his knees and handcuffing his hands to the gurney as if it was an everyday occurrence and everyone was silent.

"I went up and up because of my knowledge, I'm zaunite and that shouldn't matter to you when I'm the one who will heal your wounds" you blurted out without much force just a fact before cleaning the wounds of the agent struggling to flee from your hands "Haven't you heard the saying; don't be rude to your bartender? I'll handle your life when you get here, moderate your tongue if you don't want me to rip it out because if you haven't seen it no one wants to attend to you."

There was a noise from everyone, the nurses were just hiding their laughter and the Agent quickly deflated, throwing out a half hearted apology. You had courage and Maddie recognized that, if she fell in love it was only her business. | 𖹭

𖹭 Maddie felt that getting closer was a slow process, and full of interactions that danced between flirting, teasing and genuine talk, she loved that slow, sweet sway.

𖹭 Maddie became aware of your living space, how often you could walk without your cane or even if you changed canes, sometimes helping you walk when your shifts were long, it was a gentle relationship.

Cassandra Kiramman.

𖹭 Cassandra Kiramman was a woman with values too deeply rooted in her and expectations to fulfill, expectations that hurt a little, and that left an imprint; she could never love you as she wished but, even if it was something ridiculously painful and romantic she kept that first cane you had to use because of an injury you had in the past.

𖹭 The future of the Kirammans weighed more, but not as much as that cane you sometimes held in your hands and watched with silent longing.

𖹭 Cassandra saw you from afar in those immense halls, as you went on the arm of Stevan Ferros who always bragged about you, how he had created something that would help your injury and make your walk safe. Stevan was the partner you needed, and that she could never be.

𖹭 Your cane was the only thing I had from those times.

𖹭 Cassandra loved you, and loved to be able to admire you from afar.

Renni.

𖹭 Renni was a dangerous chemobaroness, her reputation preceded her but with you she was a loving wife in her own strange way, she loved you with all of you and even without noticing it she adapted her routine to your disability; although they were slight changes, that no one would notice like giving you a living space when you fell together, giving you light massages on the hand that always held your cane and always having canes hidden in plain sight for you in case of emergency.

𖹭 Consequently Renni's son; Blaise (I don't know if that's his name but I liked the name) also adapted to his new mother; always leaving the cane near you or even taking care of it while you were sitting or doing some other activity, it was already something common for him.

𖹭 Renni would never fail to satisfy your needs of all kinds, above all she was a generous wife only with you and Blaise, she loved them both.

𖹭 If Renni spent money on a high quality cane, well, they were minimal details that no one had to know about, right?

[alessabriel]

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[alessabriel]

circles in heaven and circles in hell

Cw. Past Lucifer Morningstar x ReaderFem!, blood, inaccurate representations of heaven and hell from Hazbin Hotel, typical canon violence, Alastor is aroace (but he won't totally fit everyone's representation of him) but he is married, Alastor is if it's a warning, ReaderFem Angel superior and a fallen angel after she became sovereign, use of "Lettore" which is Reader (only in Italian because it looks cute)

🪽You were an angel created in the image and likeness of the first woman Lillth but, the divine correction you heard among the elder seraphim, and although you were created in the image and likeness of the first woman you were not placed in the hands of man, of humanity but maintained close to God fulfilling a duty of caring for souls to reach heaven on earth directly, it was an exhausting duty but it made you close to humans, seeing them up close, they were strangely fascinating as well as terrifying. Their creations were magnificent, advances for their survival and then their comfort, they were interesting beings, you loved humans in their ambivalent existence and God loved you for it, you knew how to see the bad and the good, the bad was punished even if it hurt but you didn't. you opposed it. You obeyed and complied, until Lucifer entered your soul, you loved the creations he gave to humanity. You an improved creation of Lilith and the image and likeness of God: Lucifer were divine beings seen as the joy of heaven and the meaning that order and peace went hand in hand, they became friends, confidants and although sometimes they did not You understood, you came to love him, managing to see the good that he brought, but you saw how everyone turned their backs on him, throwing him into hell, which he himself created, calling him a troublemaker. And you loved him to the point of falling with him, of taking off that blindfold that covered your eyes with a soft comfort for you given by the hands of God, of staying by his side when he was sinking.

🪽You had never doubted God's efforts and order, but when you saw that, when you saw the enormous punishment given to Lucifer, doubts began to assail you. Did God love everyone as he said? You began to notice that his love was governed by usefulness, by prompt action, and it was frankly painful because you lived for years comfortably in that scheme, being useful and therefore being loved.

🪽Then you made the worst mistake in the eyes of all of heaven, making Lucifer's gift prosper in humanity and in the souls to come, who would decide and have the freedom to believe or not believe, for which you were thrown into hell by the same hands of who was your father, who created you as the correction of all the evil that resulted in Lilith.

🪽They never called you a mistake, but you thought you saw a slight pain in the eyes of the one who believed you, but you accepted the pain, and the punishment that it all meant, because even if they gave you the opportunity to recognize your mistakes and repent, you would not find anything in yourself to repent For this reason, from among the clouds of heaven you descended, falling into hell, which to your surprise was nothing more than seven rings of sins resulting from the creations of Lucifer, which among all things was the result of each human being being able to make their decisions and not. They dressed so badly, yes they made mistakes and so on, but inside everything they decided themselves knowing the result and lived comfortable lives according to their decisions.

🪽If no one called you a mistake it would be because you would make the worst mistake; feeling love towards Lucifer when his sad heart belonged to another, you believed you could heal and heal the wounds left by Lilith, caring for her and loving him, understanding him, helping him with the hell in chaos that Lilith left behind with a little girl who cried at the carelessness of his two parents.

🪽Everything was a mistake except taking care of Charlie Morningstar, a little sun created in hell and who was charming, her smiles were the right balm on the wounds you never allowed to heal. Charlie was the only success.

🪽The second worst mistake was believing that Lucifer loved you on those nights where he professed his love in desperate prayers, seeking comfort in need. And perhaps whoever believed you was right, love dictated in desperation may contain truth but where is the line drawn between truth and what is said to obtain relief?

🪽Were you stupid? In fact, were you close to falling into that self-destructive pit with him? Unfortunately yes, but you managed to leave with bleeding fingers and the dull pain in your chest caused by the cruel rejection of Lucifer encouraged by Lillth in his moment of glorious return, which you accepted with pain. It was a scar that no longer itched, a mark forgotten long ago when the physical pain was completely overshadowed by the person you believed loved you, because he swore so and whispered it in your ear at night. But, as soon as she returned from the past to continue what she left behind as if it were a book left in the middle, you understood better. Unfortunately you understood it perfectly; you were just a distraction, a mere game until she will return, until Lilith will get tired of being in heaven and will go down back to hell recovering everything she left behind; her husband Lucifer and daughter Charlie (you didn't know it but she was happy to see Lillth but that place as a mother was occupied by the one who accompanied her every night of nightmares, who wiped her tears and motivated her to never give up until she had tried, to be who he was and was you).

🪽And although hell was seen almost as a seedy slum full of sinners and demons seeking to destroy, it was only more than a human city with chaos and no rules due to how Lucifer allowed himself to sink and leaving his kingdom only to have a few years of order (because you took care of it in its worst moments to allow it to heal and it never did) but if hell had taught you anything with its unpredictable changes in climate, crime, strange sinners everywhere and only small extraordinary events happening, was that, resilience was your motto. It was when you fought for Lucifer, when you raised your voice in his name, when you wanted to take his pain and make it yours, when you helped him raise a daughter that he himself neglected, and when he left you after years because Lilith had come from return to his life, as if it had not meant eternal days of suffering that you witnessed and it was painfully ironic, that all of Lucifer's depression was fixed with the return of Lilith. Lilith was his solution to everything.

🪽In retrospect, you were used to suffering so much in heaven in a pleasant and comfortable ignorance since if you were useful and fulfilled you would be eternally loved by the one who created you as in hell where you finally knew the pain of humiliation and a broken heart combined , until you yourself got up from the puddle of tears you had created. Was it difficult? Did it hurt too much? Significantly a lot. Was there resentment in your heart? Since you had to tear off your own wings. The sky was a wound that bled with raw slowness until the last drop was squeezed out and left you with no blood or tears to shed. Hell a scar that regenerated before each extermination, rising as if nothing had happened. Resilience was definitely your motto and you carried it in your soul.

🪽After the time you allowed yourself to suffer and wallow in your self-pity, you managed to see that hell was not all bad as you taught Charlie in the past when she was a child. It had its pros and cons, with that new perspective you forged a reputation and power in hell, consolidating yourself as another sovereign, since, as expected, they were the ones who managed the ring of pride in its entirety in the face of Lucifer's inactivity (now you risk ) and, to your surprise, everyone wanted to rub shoulders with you, your power and past a secret well hidden behind your calm and imperturbable expression, as well as the sinners that were accumulating in your long list of contracts, benefits for both parties, you took care of their interests by getting what you wanted from them, obtain their loyalties without pain. And then, in the newly acquired comfort it happened, it was as if a ray of light other than hell fell on that other sovereign who approached you, you could notice at that time an unprecedented desperation in his body and well hidden behind his eternal smile that I wasn't fooling you at all. You met him; Alastor, the Radio Demon.

|| For Lettore it was common to receive a few sinners a day, he had managed to get into good hands a sector of hell almost at the end of the circle of hell that was neglected and characterized by guerrillas who ceased when their power cleared them of burdens but overwhelmed them with new chains with more slack, which the sinners were grateful for by being loyal and starting the foundations of what would be known as the Impure District, it was a masterful control and born from nothing before the eyes of all hell.

Everyone had crazy ideas.

None close to reality, all nonsense fueled by crazy theories and encouraged by the euphoria of interesting information. But no one but the bound sinners knew, even though they would rather tear out their tongues than speak. Secrets that ensured loyalties forged by the fire of mutual benefit.

Therefore, for Lettore, receiving sinners was common, allowing access from the top of the library of his home; a large house well hidden by a sinuous and sinister forest that extended in some parts of the district as if it were a garden, a deceptive forest. In the brief moment when the last book was slid into place, Lettore felt that he was not a common sinner but a sovereign and therefore he paid attention to it with curiosity.

"To what do I owe your presence in my home this day?" The woman questions, her voice soft and silky, calm.

Alastor, who had come without knowing where else to turn and with the dilemma still fresh in his hands, decided to show a lack of faith (however ironic it was and it was a joke that he would genuinely laugh at) by going to the sovereign who emerged from among the shadows like a dream, a nightmare that was calm but left terror installed.

"I have heard rumors throughout hell since their appearance," the radio demon explained briefly with his characteristic voice covered by the effect of subtle static. "I have wanted to have the pleasure of knowing if they are true or not."

Lettore only looked at him for a few seconds before inviting him to have a cup of tea, with the comfort between them, just a fixed gaze on Alastor was enough, noticing the tension in his being, like ropes from a guillotine about to fall. She suppressed a smile as she was able to get an idea, no sovereign was free from dangers, quite the contrary and she knew that well, it was not for nothing that Alastor had become sovereign by devouring and destroying all the original sovereigns.

"...there are many rumors, I would appreciate it being clearer," the woman commented in a harmonious voice.

And perhaps Alastor was precarious (among so many sins) to be direct, he felt the shackle tied and tight around his neck just before cutting his neck, which was causing him anger, desperation that he could barely keep within his being, he wanted to tear and to be able to swallow such a harpy who had tied him up, challenged him and left him on the verge of losing what he had earned through years of instilling terror and fear, so he would have to let that truth out no matter how much he didn't want to.

"...I've heard from some sinners that you managed to get them out of contracts," the deer demon said bluntly.

The woman only handled herself carefully, without much importance in the face of such loud recognition and above all, she did not react. Lettore knew very well that a secret that was never believed was a well-kept secret, truths denied and rejected were someone else's advantage.

"...Why would you look for someone capable of breaking contracts?" The female questioned with a bewitching voice, almost seductive, just dazzling the ears.

"Because someone managed to tie me up as collateral," the radio demon blurted out, noticing that sweet voice full of secrets behind that condescending edge. "Why not be honest?"

The woman only limited herself to leaving her cup on the delicate and elegant black porcelain plate, on the low table of a pleasant room filled with a sweet aroma.

"...if I undo the deal, you will now be tied to me, equivalence" he explained in an assertive voice and without hesitation "I need to know what was in the contract, so I can break it and forge a deal with me, but my deals are eternal until let me decide"

For the radio demon it was as if an enormous weight was lifted from his shoulders, the mere idea of ​​being able to remove that contract from his soul with that similar harpy who had only ambushed him, forcing him into a deal that he never sought or asked for. . Alastor sighed, recovering his eternal smile as if he had control of the entire situation, things that, although not so true, were in part.

"It's a long story dear"

"...hell is eternal and its nights seem endless" ||

🪽It only took one night to know his biggest secret, he was tied to Lilith out of obligation, he had never accepted and was manipulated beyond his understanding, and you could taste his frustration in the air, but, his contract came to an end because of you. hand and that contract was transferred to your long list, only fulfilling part of what was stipulated in the past; Make sure you keep a close eye on the Hazbin Hotel.

🪽From that night Alastor became close to you, both of you found a quiet place in each other's company; Alastor, with his voice always covered in subtle static, became the everyday hum in your ears and without knowing your voice, always soft, became what Alastor always wanted to hear.

🪽With time together and creating a daily life, it was as if you found something that you had been missing for a while. You knew his life and he knew yours, you lost count of how many nights you spent enchanted by everything he experienced as a human, how many outings to have a drink together and mornings waking up under the same roof. Broadcasts on the air dedicated to you, even if no one else knew and only you knew that, a sweet secret that made you feel euphoric. Gifts and details found around the house, from a single red rose to sweets placed in areas where you would see them clearly. They created together a domestic comfort that surpassed any sensation and feeling, it was as if you had found your soulmate, which complemented you. Alastor always took you out of your comfort zone, made you try things you would never have thought of and live, you felt like you were living next to him. It was a completely new feeling.

📻 For Alastor, it was an invigorating and novel sensation that did not leave his being complete, each transmission he broadcast with Lettore in mind he enjoyed much more almost with the same feeling of purpose and fascination as when he was human, in each night spent in his home or that of her new companion telling her all her experiences as a human, seeing how her eyes shone in a singular way like a moon in the sky overshadowing any star around her, meals shared together even with her peculiar tastes (deer or human meat) she just smiled in an exasperated but amused way with that soft pout that she never noticed he made and he felt a strange sensation of fullness, filling him even with society. It was a sensation and feeling of being complete, of having found his complement and those strange nights that he invited her to his cabin where only once he transmitted with her there and managed to hear her sweet song, a song worthy of a seraph like her since she knew her entire history, her past and present, the pain she carried in her chest that she let go of to start living, she knew of her love for Charlie even when Lucifer made her suffer and feel like a used toy. Frankly, she was surprised when she felt a forceful and overwhelming anger take him into the jaws of a beast, because of that pain in her, but what prevailed in her being was to give her words of encouragement: "You are not to blame for anything, there are people who will not value a good heart in this hell" and a hug that took him by complete surprise because he started it because he hated being touched but the moment he felt her hands on his back, clinging to him, it was like a warmth that, far from being overwhelming It was like a breath of fresh air.

📻 Alastor was tied to Lettore but being tied to her didn't cause him major weakness or anything, just a light protection and the feeling that (even if it was twisted) he was always a humming distance away (because he's already heard her crystalline laugh and which bells when he made him appear at his home out of nowhere and it made him laugh just remembering it) so taking care of Charlie in his hotel was like a thank you to Lettore, and he always carried that gold watch in his pocket, a gift that meant like a small world; As a human, he had never found that watch no matter how much he searched and Lettore gave it to him, it was the first gift that almost moved him to the point of removing the moisture from his eyes, but he did not shed any tears (although honestly he was close to nothing).

🪽Alastor's presence in your life was everyday and you came to feel a silence foreign to hell. And the memory of Alastor's reddish doe ears when you gave him the gift that it took you a while to obtain would never be forgotten.

📻 Alastor had racked his brain thinking about a suitable gift to match the one Lettore gave him but, it was in front of him the entire time he was at the Hazbin Hotel so, one day when Charlie would have guests he would also bring someone (he didn't say who) who would support the idea of ​​the hotel. So bringing Lettore to the Hotel, on his arm the moment they set foot inside Charlie ran towards his companion and it was a sweet feeling. Which became even more exquisite seeing the veiled anger in Lillth and Lucifer's gaze.

|| Lettore couldn't help but wrap his arms around Charlie, feeling how he squeezed you tightly and with the feeling on the surface, you kissed his forehead.

"Charlie," Lettore said in a harmonious and soft voice, seeing Charlie's crystallized gaze, "I'm proud of you."

For Charlie, hearing those words coming from the lips of the one who took care of her little girl, of the one who remembered her tears cleanly and accompanied her in every important moment until he left her with a painful but bittersweet farewell with a promise to always take care of her and to be together again. . He couldn't help but hug her tightly.

"Mom," Charlie stammered, still clinging to Lettore, feeling like she was treasured in the arms of someone who would never doubt loved her. "Thank you for coming to the hotel. I want to show you everything!"

Charlie excitedly took Lettore by the hand, talking non-stop about her project with Alastor accompanying them from behind, passing by Lillth and Lucifer, not intentional. ||

📻 🪽

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𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Female characters arcane (Vi/Violet, Sevika, Jinx/Powder, Caitlyn Kiramman, Mel Medarda, Grayson, Ambessa Medarda, Renata Glasc, Cassandra Kiramman)

Only one doll (CaitVi Dark x ReaderFem)

Arcane fem x reader cane (part 1) (part 2)

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And it didn't. (Ft. Caitlyn Kiramman, not caitvi)

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Karma

Cw. Adam x ReaderDaughterSeraphim, blood, inaccurate representations of Hazbin Hotel heaven and hell, typical canon violence, angst, Lettore! She's a minor seraph and represents innocence (idk if it exists but it fits) and use of "Lettore" which is Reader (only in Italian because it looks cute).

Karma was a bitch at times, and unfortunately he was witnessing it first hand.

Adam felt his soul boil, catch fire on the spot and standing here, still standing next to Sera witnessing what was definitely fracturing his mind, his psyche and everything that could be broken; his daughter, his blood and flesh, his daughter who had been created in his image by god, a daughter who came not from an act, but from a divine creation, a daughter he loved with all his being, who he would love (did she deserve his love? ) and for whom he always intended to return alive, always to return to her to answer all her endless questions and show her every little thing of the human world he brought for her eyes only, he fed her innocent curiosity keeping her within the line no angel or seraph should cross.

He was a coward, whispered a voice in her head.

She could hear the painful sound of something tearing away from the skin, from the body, she could witness something that ensured a hellish pain, but that her daughter kept quietly scratching the floor leaving bleeding marks of her fingers on the white floor and those marks did not leave her mind, the heartbreaking sound of something falling that she did not have the strength to see and a gasp before finding calm, when could her daughter endure such suffering? The sound of tearing was a sound that threatened to rupture her eardrums; a sinuous sound full of suffering in silence, there was not a single wail or sob. No painful wailing dared to come out of his daughter and a suffering that Adam could not calm in his daughter, because he was a coward and did not want to take the opposite, he did not want to but he was shedding tears seeing her, seeing his daughter on the ground hunched over herself and without her wings, without the wings that he had taught her to use, had taught her to fly and how to feel comfortable with her.

His daughter, the daughter he loved above all (Do you really love her? whispered a voice in his mind).

The daughter who always looked at him with admiration in her eyes.

Daughter who always awaited his return in the evenings, with pleasant chats and a dinner they made together.

His little angel that he watched grow, that he raised and that he watched become a seraph.

The daughter he let suffer.

Adam never felt so impotent, dirty and disgusting that at that moment, he did nothing, he could not because something bound him, was it fear, maybe yes, maybe not, but he was a deplorable father, horrible and a filthy coward who could not do anything, and because of his fear, his cowardice, he looked away.

Like the ridiculous coward he was, whispered a voice in Adam's mind.

The silence in the room was sepulchral, worthy of a divine funeral and the older seraphim; Sera only witnessed the younger seraphim (would she have the strength to do the same if she were Emily? ) on the floor, golden blood dripping perpetually staining the white dress and she didn't know if it was fear, regret she felt at her lack of sounds, she only witnessed her scratching the floor with such force that she herself was finishing her nails, but no sound came out of her throat not when her golden halo was unraveling.

"You are aware of the punishment being meted out to you, aren't you Lettore?" question Será with a cold tone, worthy of a merciless executioner.

The younger seraphim; Lettore just regulated her breathing, everything was a mess of voices in her head threatening to break her did she deserve it, she didn't know, she didn't know where she stood and the pain was so overwhelming, but regardless it didn't matter, it would never matter not when what she held were her ideals.

"...I will never take back what I did, what I think" hissed Lettore raising her head for the first time directing an icy and mocking look at the older seraph, years that seemed eternal living in an innocence, a delicate golden cage that father and Sera kept around you, urging you to keep the inhabitants of heaven innocent and oblivious, what a mockery "...you can rip off my wings a thousand times and send me to hell, but I will never accept this damn corrupt heaven."

Adam had never seen his daughter so determined, with so much hatred, cold and mockery in her eyes always bright with love and innocence had she always been like this?

And in the twinkling of an eye, she was thrown into hell, like the hundreds or thousands of sinners that the murderer killed for the second time in each extermination.

[alessabriel]

thanks for reading what i wrote, it was nice to see this notification on my cell phone

It would really be so cool to see a redemption for Adam, one where it hurts and he sees the consequences of everything he did, which he did but to be honest I don't think Adam would do it the right way.conventional because, again, it's Adam (Adam in warning himself). For them to work a redemption on him within the second season would be such a satisfying change of scenery, and I hope it shows. something minor at least, there is so much that can be deepened about Adam that I find it hilarious that they leave him as someone who likes to be bad (which I sincerely believe).

Anyway, I really like discussing controversial characters.

Tadashi has just relapsed in his plans to “help” Adam, his master. And it’s awful because he was more on track with his original, crueller plan. Adam literally abuses him, now, and no matter how many times he looks back on their sweet history together, Adam has evolved into something far more sinister and presumably unfixable.

A monster.

He literally refers to Tadashi as his dog, and he’s even made a remark about if a dog is useless, then it must be destroyed. At first, that remark may not be in much correlation with his relationship with Tadashi, but in hindsight it easily could be. This is Adam we’re talking about, after all. And Tadashi has remade his plan to be softer and more considerate of what Adam desires, which is to skate, as opposed to ripping it away from him to put an end to his tyrannical dictatorship over S and skateboarding as a whole, as well as Tadashi himself.

Tadashi really needs to put an end to Adam, and destroy him once and for all, seeing as he’s already destroying himself.

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Everything will be okay

Still fresh in his mind, every memory that day had started out normal; his beautiful wife preparing breakfast in the kitchen still wearing only her t-shirt and Shane felt so lucky, damn, seeing his wife humming and making him coffee just the way he liked it always gave him an almost unhealthy thrill.

His morning was like any other, having breakfast with his wife, getting ready together and saying goodbye at the door; him to the police station and his wife to the hospital.

Everything happened so fast, so fast that he could hardly list them but a conversation with Rick about his marital problems and bragging a little (maybe a lot) about their relationship, his perfect and fierce wife, they received the warning of a chase and went to it, they prepared the spikes on the road and formed up, the suspects fell but a third one came out behind the overturned car shooting at Rick; he saw his best friend fall with a part of his body torn by the bullet and he had shot by inertia.

The hardest part was seeing his friend in the room, on the gurney and then breaking the news to Lori and Carl.

Everything went to hell so fast, and he tried everything to take his best friend but he couldn't and Shane cried in the room, whispering a pardon to him before sealing the room and leaving him behind, he ran all over the fucking hospital looking for his wife finding her with the blood stained but unbitten Filipina and they fled to the fair, with a suitcase over his shoulder.

It all went so fast, by the time he realized it they were on the highway in his wife's truck and Lori in her Jeep, they had pulled out everything they thought they needed supplies, useful clothes, camping stuff and medicine his wife had managed to get from her job. He had his hands on the wheel and the adrenaline was slowly wearing off, he was tired and wanted to cry, he was terrified because he never expected to see dead people rising or devouring alive.

"We'll be fine" whispered the woman in the passenger seat, sighing a little still struggling to clean her nails from the blood and try to forget how she had burst the skulls of her fellow converts to flee "...we'll be fine love, if we're together."

Shane was able to recover just a little, his wife was his strength because shit he didn't think he could go on without her and he affirmed, taking a few seconds to compose himself, inhaling and exhaling to calm himself.

"Yes honey, we'll be fine, if we're together we will be" Shane promised, taking his wife's hand to kiss her knuckles "Together always."

"Always together" promised the woman, urging calm to her husband who slowly gained calm.

Together always.

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Alastor.

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Can I get an one shot where reader is Kisaki's daughter and she is in love with Hanma and she always admire him from afar and always eavesdrop Kisaki's and Hanma's when they're discussing they're gang plans and she tries to seduce by wearing mini skirts and bending down in front of him to pick some papers she dropped on the floor and flirt with Hanma whenever he came for dinner at their house or when they're in a gang reunion and there's always sexual tension between them and Hanma always tease her then at one night where Hanma came for dinner and Kisaki had to go and leave them alone to go to the hospital to see reader's mother; reader decides to takes thing to the next level and let Hanma fuck her senseless on the dinner table till she squirts and gave reader an amazing oral, so when Kisaki comes back with readers mother; reader and Hanma act like nothing happened.

Little Death —Hanma Shuji x reader fem!

Summary: what wandering death, desirous and in love could give his heart with bare hands in her hands, could give her everything she whispered in his ears until a small death.

Cw. smut, nicknames such as doll, angel or girl, female proombre, etc.

Life was certainly complex in its simple existence, there was a wide range of factors in which it could be considered as good or bad. But a life full of luxury from blood, death and decay was a common life for [Name] Kisaki who did not flinch at the bloody corpses he occasionally saw, the blood he could sniff in the air when his father came home leaving a trail of rust and cologne that he knew his mother had given him some time ago,  As his mother always without fail carried a dagger tied to the thigh slightly adjusted but not impossible to take out or an automatic weapon in his bag when they went out together anywhere without his father or some guard, or as all his 'uncles' were criminals who could not prove anything before the law. It was curiously funny how the authorities had their hands tied behind their backs since I could not prove anything, although it was known there was much to risk if some agents, police or government people gave away.

Traitors would wake up with an intangible business card, without tongue, eyes or hands. It all depended.

[Name] was not stupid, she could sin of appearing disinterested or astonished when situations warranted it but she knew what her family was dedicated to, why her standard of living was one extremely comfortable to the extent that if she liked to work she could never afford (your father would really be able to support you all your life,  you were the apple of her eye and your mother absolutely adored you) and she could not find anything in herself that made her feel guilty when she received the extravagant gifts of her parents or uncles in the form of expensive perfumes or beautifully crafted daggers, being located in a high-level private school in which not even some children of political officials could access or when she could let her imagination run wild for punishments to The traitors themselves that she could not yet carry out entirely alone, one of the few tasks that her father allowed her to carry out with proper supervision, and sincerely gave her grace how she should be watched and monitored when handling torture and allowed to get a little more into the business, but in other activities she did not need it. And sometimes her father or uncles managed to exasperate her by leaving her in the care of Hanma Shuji, she simply clouded her head in a thousand ways.

Just having Hanma's golden eyes on his body had his heart racing, runaway in his chest, and feeling the beating in his ears of intensity. Feeling helpless with weak knees and weapons like lead in her hands, as if a single movement made her make a mistake or as her face was impossibly heated before her proximity, before her damn jokes without grace or her mere presence that threatened to melt her.

It was ridiculous how he had fallen in love.

It had all started with an admiration that to date I did not understand quite well, moving on to the attraction of a high school girl to a friend of her father whom she began to try to attract, without any result. And their attempts increased as they intensified.

Short skirts when Hanma was assigned as her bodyguard at certain events, which really were more of a chore than a pleasure and she looked dreamy when Hanma always stayed by her side, at the distance of just a small step with a hand on her body feeling any concerns she could not verbalize. To date he did not know how he had knowledge of his exact body language but he appreciated it, he knew when both should move away and where he was nothing to leave the site and resorted to certainly stupid jokes that without fail got an involuntary giggle, or failing that entertaining her by making fun of others in the room.

Tight blouses or tops that fully highlighted her breasts when Hanma was at home chatting with her father, she passed it off as 'pajama sets' when they weren't and went out from time to time to wander the halls of the house casually, even bringing drinks to her father and his friend. He always received a loving look from his father when without fail he brought him a glass of whiskey on the rocks of the bottle of Hibiki Suntory Japanese Harmony since sabias was one of his favorites when he had to deal with the 'vermin of Hanma' and with a glass also for vermin, but direct, since you remembered that he preferred them that way. In those interactions she couldn't help but brush her fingers against hers, almost like an innocent but intentional occurrence dedicating fleeting glances that she hoped she would catch to be sweetly guided out by her father who promised to spend time together afterwards, and that warmed your heart. Your parents might be the worst criminals in Japanese society, but they both loved you. In those moments you forgot about Hanma and your crush.

Tight clothes when it was necessary to go to the headquarters with her father, and [Name] would not be so shameless as to walk in front of Hanma's golden eyes with such an attitude because she first and foremost respected her father's image before her subordinates and 'partners'. But Hanma never failed to sweetly praise their outfits, comments that went completely unnoticed since they mentioned information that only their relatives would know, how you longed to have a certain garment or colors that you took to find to complement your closet.

Dedicating a little more of her time to put on makeup in a way that pleased her and made her feel pretty, receiving praise from many, but not from those who craved them. But without fail she felt an intense look, but she never found someone who looked at her so intensely, squeezed her skin and gave her a good round of chills that ran through her whole. If only Hanma looked at her like that.

But the attempts to attract his gaze were not only on the part of [Name], but Hanma alike.

Hanma knew that he would never be a just or decent man, he could tell by his blood-stained hands or his complete and null interest in the good of others to his acquaintances or those who came to consider friends. Therefore, when he received the news that his friend would have a daughter had taken him by surprise, but he had knowledge about that it was one of the most hidden dreams of Kisaki and let him be happy a good part of the childhood of the brat taking charge and placed, for the first time -at that time- diligence and discipline to maintain the empire they formed at the top and go up a little more. Every year, slaughtering competitors or enemies with their 'partners' hand in hand. They were boring years in which he honed many skills that he did not want to do before, and boredom made him ruthless. He hated being bored, but it was for the sake of his only best friend, so the sacrifice was worth it. When those years came to an end he waited for a soft Kisaki Tetta with his heart in his hand - at that time only he could say it that way and those who dared to say it painted the walls with a combination of brains with blood - but it was a pleasant surprise that his two friends (I also came to appreciate Kisaki's wife) returned in better condition than ever.  family time in no way managed to soften it in fact quite the opposite, they arrived at the business back with a whole aura of murder and leadership - which was to be expected since he learned that in that family time Kisaki's wife; Runa had taken over his clan by joining it to Kisaki's empire – it was years that were not wasted. With his arrival he was able to rest from leading to obey orders that never bored him and it was then that his whole world turned upside down.

All for her, for [Name].

The first time he met her was in a dangerous situation that put her in danger, or so it was assumed because Runa ordered him to go and monitor her at home which he obeyed because he knew that both leaders loved their firstborn. When I arrive I expect to see a scared girl, but she found something completely different; A bloody and fighting scene in which there were about five men in the living room scattered around the black armchairs with contorted necks, others with bullets in their foreheads and the one who surprised him the most with a Chinese ink pen in the eye socket that was so embedded that only a pendant in the form of a small dagger came out. To find her sitting on the stairs whimpering silently as she abruptly wiped away the tears and sweat that beaded on her visible skin, she wore scantily clad trousers with a tight tank top that revealed a large part of her blood-stained chest with her hair still damp. Then he discovered that he had been caught making a sandwich at home when he had just gotten out of the shower and he only had to dispose of the bodies, looking at her sideways always with an impossibly tender pout on his lips that at the end of the night he discovered was because of his broken nails. He couldn't help but leave a good wad of bills in your room with a note that night, you were a cute girl almost a sinfully sexy angel unconsciously and you didn't deserve your pretty nails to be in bad condition. He could say that you were not so innocent because a week after short interactions he received a photo of him with his beautiful nails made in a  stupidly suggestive pose – which he did not even realize apparently – since he could see in the reflection of the mirror part of his torso in a large dark shirt that showed her breasts without a bra with delicious erect nipples. That picture was his wallpaper for years.

And everything was in a tailspin from that moment as you dwelt in his head in the hours where he was not on guard, the damn daughter of his best friend and the little princess of the whole fucking organization; all the partners adored her in a tender way as Sano Manjiro who had no qualms about pampering her as if she were a younger sister, some others like someone who adores the children of her friends or family, Kisaki knew about it but only allowed a closeness of the high commands of which they had loyalty to the organization but never took his eyes off him except when he was with Mikey or with he, then Kisaki could concentrate on his tasks. It was like leaving a sweet angel with death itself, or he could avoid absorbing every damn trait of it to reproduce it in his head. Over the years she only became more attractive and sexy, a girl who could attract the most correct eyes of beings to her figure, her determined gait and her charismatic personality.

And hell he knew how to use it to his advantage.

With her 'uncles' she could have any whim, at her damn 19 years old she was a beautiful woman who was not afraid to stain her hands with blood and knew very well what she wanted, how much she was worth, how much she deserved and how she loved herself before anyone else offered to love her. A woman with a strong temper always broke her barriers, but she; Her best friend's daughter had absolutely snatched her heart at the same time that she had seen her enter the organization little by little, learn from the best and make a place in her parents' organization as if it were the easiest thing. I could never deny it but I adored strong, slightly sadistic women, that's what I saw in her.

With the passage of time it had only crept under her skin in a sinuous but permanent way, climbing to her damn heart and trapping it between her bare hands, if she asked for her damn heart it would be taken out of her chest to leave it in her palms to do anything; destroy him and consume him with sadistic laughter or kiss him until he shows his love. He was absurdly and hopelessly in love who was even pathetic.

Pathetically in love.

There wasn't a single ounce of rationality in his mind to ignore his almost timid subtle and gentle flirtations but he still managed to catch them in the air by sweetening his senses to ecstasy without contact or consumption. I admired how she arranged herself a little more for him by dedicating a more special time to becoming even prettier in his eyes. Because he did it himself, he put effort in fixing himself for you and only for your beautiful eyes that ran through him scanning it.

[Name] was her absolute downfall, he would adore dying at her feet and following her to the ends of damn hell with just a blink of her flirtatious eyes and a blink of those ridiculous curly eyelashes.

Each short but elegant skirt that adorned her figure stylizing her hip and shapely butt that made her salivate in the best way, and in those events she knew better that she should be close to her at a short distance so she resorted to having a hand on her lower back whispering in her ear, savoring the skin that reached to caress her lips or hands. All those scenes were sweetened even more when I managed to get smiles and discreet giggles with his unfunny or dark jokes, with his cruel teasing towards others and enjoyed how you clung to his arms. Nor could he ignore that every damn thing that beasts he put effort into combining with you either in range of colors, if they were suits as close to yours or complementary because he loved the excited look of his beautiful eyes to see him, it was a completely naïve and tender emotion.

Every damn tight blouse or flirtatious tops that covered your chest only caused her hands to itch, to feel her hands sweat from putting them on those happy tits and squeezing them, which would give for only one taste. And I could see them up close when you interrupted the talks about their 'business' to deliver glasses of whiskey, to their father on the rocks and to the same direct, in those moments that he leaned I could see his cleavage. They were moments that were worth everything and he corresponded, extending his legs and leaving a space between them for his use, as he looked up and down to lick his lips in a subtle way and culminate with a flirtatious smile.

It was impossible not to catch in his gaze the legs of [Name] in stockings of different types, from those he came to wear for high school in black to those he wore as a net with short skirts, the stockings sweetened the view of his turned legs and with more flesh, he loved to see how with long socks sometimes the waistband was a little tight leaving those chubby ones in sight,  which he praised without being able to control himself. Catching his red ears for compliments, he was a praise bug apparently.

The tight clothes on her sweet doll's body were a direct passage to hell, she loved to scan you up and down with every outfit that exposed your delicious figure; wide hips, voluptuous breasts, small waist in which he dreamed of putting his hands and long legs, a body he wanted to map with his tongue.

And oh for all the heavens, the makeup that was placed according to the occasion from the colorful and extravagant with holographic outlines in different colors that sharpened her look or made her more innocent since she had a whole album on her cell phone with photos of her that were sometimes her wallpaper or those that she saw admiring for hours. I knew how much you loved makeup (because you even got to make up Runa and the few members of high female ranks) and that's why he had given her a damn complete set of the best eyeliners in the damn market for her enjoyment that was rewarded with a sweet kiss on the lips, which she did not capture that I gave her because she had run home screaming with innocent emotion. That kiss ended up condemning him and trapped him in his wake, first dead before leaving him.

Hanma Shuji found himself loving every damn characteristic of Kisaki from the aesthetic to the emotional, adoring his strength and every weakness he would cover if necessary. He would be able to give her his soul in a bowed box if she asked him to.

I was just at her feet and she didn't know it yet.

The day had been extremely quiet, as if there were no task or responsibility close to fulfillment. It was a perfect day to devote time to leisure, essentially that night would be a quiet one where the family would have dinner with the best friend of the father of the family, something quiet and without ulterior motives. At least that's how it was planned when Hanma Shuji arrived at the Kisaki house being received by [Name] the firstborn, in the moments at the entrance the older man could not resist mocking the sweet doll that received him with an expression that perhaps appeared to be furious but showed an annoying pout,  She was beautiful without even realizing it.

"Don't tell me you dressed like this for my little girl?" Shuji crooned mockingly at all his height admiring the youngest squatting looking for the pair of indoor slippers, the mere image of her facing him almost on his knees weakened his will.

[Name] rolled his eyes forcing those butterflies down in his stomach but he couldn't do anything about the tingling skin. The young Kisaki let out a slightly exasperated sigh when she sat up from the ground leaving the pair of slippers at the feet of the tallest without being able to stop her sarcastic response, although she felt that she lost effectiveness because of her red ears.

"That's what you'd like Hanma," the slightest hissed feigning disgust rather than ready to enter her house back.

The eldest did not waste time holding the lowest one by the waist with little force, forcing her to arch in his hands highlighting her breasts unwillingly. [Name] with his heart in his throat put his hands on Hanma's chest trying to pull it away from her body, she was panicking that her father could find them in that position without her mother to alleviate that situation. But I could not deny that he had her squeezing her legs together because of the delicious sensation that ran through her whole when she had Hanma's hands on her body and how he dominated her.

"I don't like my sweet angel lying to me like that" Hanma whispered on [Name's] lips feeling the slightly sticky gloss of his own lips, a sweet aroma of chocolate reached his nose almost intoxicating him and without shame he was nothing to pass his tongue over those smooth lips that tempted him for some time but he received a frankly strong push that made him release surprised. Nothing to complain I soon look at the reason for it by your trembling hands on your back and the sight of his friend with casual clothes on but keys in his hands "Hey Tetta! What a way to treat your guests that your little princess has"

The mere mention of his daughter made Tetta look bitter at his partner and companion almost regretting going to the hospital, but it was his wife.

"You don't need a big welcome piece of animal" sharply lashed out the elder Kisaki receiving a funny laugh from the Hanma, ignoring that the older Kisaki quickly crossed the room until he was in front of his only daughter ignoring Hanma browsing his house "I have to go to the hospital with your mother, apparently something did not go quite right in the business I was running. Will you stay here with Hanma, yes?"

Immediately that attracted an alert to the head of the young Kisaki who anxiously received the embrace of her Father to calm her silencing 

"It's nothing serious darling, just bulky, but not something that endangers your life. Dinner and sleep, possibly I'll be back until tomorrow or midnight."

With that, the elder Kisaki left the house quickly, leaving behind his daughter with his friend, without suspecting anything. Hanma was not at all about to tease her to lighten her mood but she knew better that would only annoy her more. So with the intention of feeding her he went to the kitchen with [Name] behind him.

"I can cook Hanma," the youngest meekly commented, even with concern for her mother attacking her.

"Nope, you are very worried and in your state you will only hurt yourself or burn your food. I know you hate burnt food" replied without much preamble the eldest seeing how the food was half done "You just be pretty and get on the counter, a visual stimulus would help me do it faster"

With a less tense chuck [Name] climbed onto the counter receiving a glass of ice water as he waited for dinner. With amazement I watch as Hanma cooked semi-expertly, although the ingredients were left by her side, so from time to time she asked for them and she delivered them without overlooking brushing her fingers with the hands of the tallest.

Even without doing [Name] anything was a threat.

Hanma went for the salt but it was located between the open legs of [Name] who burned the jar with his sweet leg that he did not take long to caress to take the jar which he achieved but was stopped by the smaller and slightly marked hands of the minor that forced him to stamp his lips against the others still covered by gloss. Feeling how she kissed him with sweetness and desperation I put aside the damn jar of salt to squeeze the chubby thighs making him separate his lips, the opportunity to taste his tongue. He ran his tongue through the moist inside of his mouth, occasionally catching his tender and moist tongue, he wanted to monopolize his mouth, to draw the air from his lungs. Stick his tongue in his throat if humanly possible but his hands hit his chest with weak insistence so he cut the kiss seeing his dazed state along with the thread of saliva that united them, which he broke with another sweeter kiss.

"I didn't know your kisses were so delicious doll" hummed almost intoxicated Hanma squeezing her waist tightly getting a soft moan "I already wish to know what else is delicious in your body"

[Name] could not even put together a coherent sentence because again she was kissed suddenly, Shuji's lips dominating her and almost hypnotizing her to separate her lips for her tongue, which she did by receiving wet caresses and feeling how her tongue was sometimes sucked, and she replied as she could. She was not an expert in kissing.

When they least expected it, both of them were already kissing almost without air.

The older one tightly held the thighs of the younger one carrying her, feeling how he hugged his neck tightly and continued kissing him in short bursts or tongue kisses. He didn't leave a single space between them. As if he wanted to merge with him which encouraged him even more to mistreat his little body, to leave the mark of his fingers on his smooth skin and leave traces of his possession. Shuji was carrying her in half a kitchen, her chubby thighs entrenched on her hips and her hands sunk into her flesh, meeting the smaller hands on her nape without letting go. Even if he craved to eat her alive, savor every corner of her body, and map her skin with his tongue, he wouldn't force her into anything.

"If you don't stop me now, I won't be able to do it later, my beautiful girl," the eldest whispered over the lips of others, having on his tongue the taste of his sweet mouth. Hanma knew her eternal love of sweets, strawberry milk and flavored gloss, all melting in her tempting mouth creating her always characteristic flavor that she wanted to have on her tongue always. With amazement I admire how dazed the youngest was, with her eyes unfocused and her lips gently apart exposing her pink tongue, with a prodigal laugh fleeting kisses on her lips and cheeks urging her to answer "The moment you tried doll there is no turning back for me, I want to do everything with you"

[Name] was carefully and slowly pulled out of her daze by Shuji's lips, listening to her words and analyzing them a little slowly but she could not gather the necessary words to respond because she still wanted kisses, to stick her tongue in her throat if necessary and without much thought she passed her tongue over Hanma's lips,  There was no trace of shame or doubt in his mind or heart.

"I want everything Shuji, everything" replied halfway the minor still entertained licking the lips of others, and lavishing kisses "P-please do not stop"

That was what sealed the deal, Hanma without much effort continued kissing her sweet doll to take her to the dining table, where she would undress her completely and if possible she would fail her, just thinking about it her dick would rise more.

Between stumbles and moans both came to the table.

The female body was carefully deposited on the surface of the table leaving it extended. [Name] stirred uncomfortably for not having Hanma's body in her arms but clung to the ice cream of the table giving her back a little lucidity that she used to see Hanma who seemed to see her as a total predator. The mere glance made him squeeze his legs and whimper.

"You're quite a show doll" hummed the elder firmly un-re-re-reando the legs of the smallest of his hips to hold them in his hands joining them and put them in front of his body analyzing how big his hands were almost covering the entirety of his sweet legs, the length was perfect and he adored them. Hanma smiled without being able to hold him anymore and left kisses on his turned legs, running from time to time with his tongue and mapping with his hands from his ankles that I adore properly to his thighs where he finally touched that damn short skirt that with skillful fingers he unbuttoned very slowly admiring her excited but desperate face "I will undress you honey,  okay?"

A fierce nod was the response that managed to make the major laugh because of his silent enthusiasm.

"I need words" knowing his expectation the biggest kept his words to see his beautiful sulking expression, it was unconsciously but Hanma found it cute in a way, to see how he expected him "otherwise, I will not take off your clothes" Hanma finished leaving his hands still on his hips and feeling his legs on his shoulders,  dedicating himself to savoring the weight on his shoulder. Shuji was amused watching the doe eyes of his sweet girl "Words" firmly reiterated the eldest.

"Si S-shuji"

His words were only two, only two, and yet the eldest had his heart skip a beat, hearing his name from his voice was particularly satisfying. Shuji with the positive response began to mobilize as soon as possible, crossing with his bare hands the reliefs of his legs squeezing with a taste the flesh until he reached the hips of the minor dedicating a necessary time squeezing and caressing until his fingers brushed the waistband, followed the path arranged by the light until unfastening it completely listening to the slightly accelerated breathing of her. With skillful hands I manage to get rid of the ignition in its entirety taking the socks of passage discarding them on the floor. So the panorama was clear, beautiful hips that looked slightly tight in the panties that were a plain black color, without any decoration but extremely soft in sight and could not help but walk his fingers through the fabric feeling the skin underneath, with a giggle and playing traveled until he reached the pelvis only leaving ghost caresses looking from time to time at their expressions waiting,  They were impatient expressions but he loved to play with his little patience so he played with his wait under his fingers to the front of the undergarment to gather them between his fingers pulling it slightly forcing the fabric to break through its folds invading his pussy. Hanma enjoyed it completely, seeing her pussy moistening with her actions and the slightly stuffed lips parting, she could even see the shadow of what the fabric hid. Licking her lips, continuing with the rest of her clothes, leaving aside the wet panties (which she knew she would take home when she finished) and did the same ritual, she slowly traveled her waist until she reached the edge of the tight blouse to go up slowly, having fun to see how she writhed slowly arching and trying to flee was something that amused her too much.

His attempts to escape the slowness showed something, but eyes said completely otherwise, it was just another foreplay.

[Name] scrambled in Hanma's hands, feeling how the fabric of her blouse was slowly going up her torso until it reached above her breasts exposing her bra that definitely did not match her panties, that out of nowhere made her self-conscious. She knew of the major's history with attractive women too much if what her uncle said was true, she was the only one who knew of his attraction to Hanma. He felt an itch that he definitely couldn't scratch now. And the eldest unconsciously calmed her, his smile was pronounced before leaving tender kisses on each still covered chest.

"Nice bra girl, I want to see it more" something deep inside her being seemed attractive to her of her disparate underwear. Hanma did not look like those combinations, he was fussy but in her he certainly gave him an angelic air, almost innocent and naïve although he knew that she had done more explicit and shameless things, he knew it because he was his bodyguard a good part of his 18 years so seeing her in a comfortable and safe environment stirred something,  I didn't know it was but it certainly didn't need a name "I had wanted to tear off your clothes but I've seen with what dedication you buy your clothes so I won't risk it, nope"

Without even knowing it, those words calmed a storm in the mind of the child in an unexpected but so peculiar way of him, only he could do so. Do it without warning, calm her down without even foreseeing it. 

"Shut up Shuji, you've messed up a good part of my clothes," she said between amused and embarrassed, it was impossible to feel that way in a moment that pretended to be intimate but he succeeded. [Name] meekly let him completely remove the blouse over his head feeling in its center the involuntary friction of his closeness squeezing him without being able to hold it, it had been his reflexes "But thank you is my favorite bra"

Shuji only dedicated himself to smile seeing how [Name] turned in the attention of his gaze next to his wandering hands that did not leave a single part without caresses, leaving the blouse on the surface of the table leaned over it leaving a path of irregular kisses on her face until reaching her lips where she did not waste time intensifying it while holding her face well to manipulate her Taste for him to tilt his head at angles where he could go deeper into his tongue, feel the timid touches of his tongue in his own mouth until releasing him in favor of continuing on his chin, his neck in which he soon inhaled strongly his essence that was made up of an expensive perfume, creams and cleaning products that left a combination of his own on his skin. It was a scent that was impregnated in his clothes without even trying. His neck was tempting so lavishing kisses with his hand gently tilted to the opposite side his head leaving room for his thorough inspection until he traveled imaginary paths with his tongue and sucking strategic patches of skin where no one would see his marks he did not want to show his act so soon. It was impossible for him to control himself having on his lips the smooth skin of his neck and throat, with which he looked hyperfixed by how delicate it was, with his hickeys they would leave visible marks and just imagine how his neck would look with his hand on it lit him in ways that no woman in the past achieved.

The others didn't matter.

Shuji listened to his soft moans, his moans that he tried to control and how he clung to any part of his body during the assault on his neck and throat, with a last kiss in which he caught the skin between his lips to suck hard to calm with his tongue and leave a last kiss. It was impossible not to feel the friction of her crotch still covered by her panties against her own crotch even with the pants, it was exquisite. She continued to descend at her own pace to reach the bra that did not match the underwear, her breasts were certainly generous and with that fabulous view it was impossible for her not to leave kisses in each cup of the garment, longing to see those twin delights naked.

It was as if she was the one, the one who made him go slow and soft to take care of his reactions and feelings.

To nothing to direct his hands to the back of the minor his hands were cut and redirected to the front of the chest of the female. The eldest smiled when he saw the action of his little doll and admired how in the center of the glasses there was a tiny brooch that with one hand I managed to release leaving in the air what his eyes so longed to see naked.

"I will definitely eat these beautiful tits doll" dictated the tallest hunched over the figure of the youngest before leaving a sonorous and wet kiss on each breast causing a deep blush "because I will eat you whole tonight"

Before the youngest could form a word, she received the lips of the major on her breasts without any preamble as if it were an emergency. [Name] arched his back when wet kisses reached one of her nipples to suck it and let out a choked scream when Shuji's other hand went to her free breast to massage it with gentle movements that were making them hard, until he felt in tandem a pinch and teeth.

"I love you" whispered Shuji on [Name's] chest releasing with a wet sound the nipple he had clung to, he still felt the warm aftertaste on his tongue and went after the other snaking his free hand to her panties running with his fingertips his mount venus feeling the fabric and spending time sucking the nipple he still had in his mouth,  alternating between licking or sucking and moving your hands in tandem "I can't wait to fuck you"

[Name] felt too hot, as her body was touched freely and by the hands she had fantasized about since she was fourteen years old that gradually malused her to her liking. Her breasts did not stop receiving attention, but the hand on her mount venus took her by complete surprise and moved to lean on her hand insistently, for a long time she craved the roughest, strongest and longest fingers of Shuji against her pussy but nothing prepared her for when the tips of her fingers brushed her clitoris on the fabric that made her moan openly and openly,  I can't keep his lips together or his tongue inside. He couldn't believe that just a semi-direct brush caused him to squirm.

"S-shuji" whimpered the child catching the hand that was on her pussy between her legs tightly to rub against her with a visible desperation "Touch me, t-touch me"

Shuji suddenly released the sweet nipple between his lips but not before giving it a considerable bite and sit up completely to see his masterpiece, his beautiful and sexy muse that inspired him full of marks. She was beautiful lying on the table with her hands restless on her belly or between her breasts with her legs together impossibly firm but still managed to see the stain on her panties and the relief of that beautiful pussy with which I only get to fantasize.

"Of course I'll just have to wait," replied the eldest before unbuttoning his pants under the watchful eye of the child who did not lose details. Shuji smiled and moved slower, unbuttoning the button of her pants slowly until the zipper was lowered more slowly, but the smaller hands were tremblingly in her hand to help her lower it by brushing her bulge in passing to respingar surprised, it was almost innocent and angelic her surprise "Someone is impatient doll" crooned mockingly the oldest.

Shuji let [Name's] curious hands lead the way, silently admiring how with firmer hands he ran from his abdomen rubbing his sharp nails on his skin under his shirt to his crotch where he delicately ran with the tips of his acrylic nails where he lowered his pants a little deliberately rubbing his bulge until it cupped in his palm. He let out an airy sigh, his hand was significantly small and his dick looked bigger even confined in his boxers, that put him in a thousand indescribable ways that no woman had ever put before. He assumed it was because it was her, which would make sense and in his musings between his excitement he felt his underwear being lowered gently until suddenly his cock shot out almost hitting her in the process. I watch as her sweet doll looked surprised at him, with her cute half-open mouth and big eyes with those damn acrylic nails near her tender lips.

"Do you like what you see?" asked Shuji amusedly seeing how his little girl did not stop staring at him to faintly affirm "Lie down angel I will do something before"

With unusual obedience the child lay on the table feeling how her legs were held by the older who pressed them together in front of her body before going for her hips where he pulled her panties until they reached her ankles where he pulled them out completely. [Name] watched in surprise as Shuji took her panties to her back pocket and gave her a kiss that made her blush more.

"Pervert" I accuse embarrassed and with some timidity the minor.

"With you I certainly am, but in my defense it is the first time and with your consent"

With those last words Shuji manually squeezed together the legs of his girl who understood the message keeping them together in what he caressed a couple of times feeling his dick wetter than normal, the previous games so slow used to bore him but with her everything was accumulating and not as he spat directly on his cock listening to a soft and pornographic moan coming from his wrist,  With a smile he guided his cock to the tiny space almost zero between his thighs feeling the softness of his skin squeezing his dick and as a final part he felt the sweet moisture of his pussy. With determination he clung to his legs bringing them together even more and began to move his hips, feeling his cock slide between his thighs with a little friction until one of his hands went straight to his clitoris to caress him tenderly and increase the intensity as he accelerated the speed.

Almost timidly, the sounds began to increase.

[Name] tried not to stir, but felt the heat of Shuji's cock between his thighs, wet and throbbing, the tip occasionally reaching his clitoris and making him almost cry, when the tip touched his pearl it was violently and suddenly. Between moans that she could not control she felt Shuji's fingers on her protrusion caressing him firmly and fast, it was not like when she touched herself or with fingers or toys, her fingertips were rough and rough against her pearl.

"S-shuji" whimpered the younger clinging to what he could of the older, feeling his pussy begin to soak in his arousal "P-please"

The pleas only stimulated Hanma who redoubled efforts in fucking the tender and plump thighs of her sweet girl who only moaned in pleasure, she could see her tender face contorted into an expression taken from a porn movie; cheeks sprinkled in pink, half-open lips exposing the tip her delicious pink tongue almost hanging from her lips, eyes narrowed and full of tears without shedding. What excited her most was seeing her little hands groping her own breasts, pinching and squeezing.

"Fuck this soaked pussy angel" announced the older one slamming the legs of the minor without stopping to touch her tender and hard clitoris that was replaced by her dick with which she gave a few hard blows on her wet pussy "You will feel it in the stomach doll"

That was the only warning [Name] received before suddenly feeling the loss of contact and how it suddenly returned in a soft, small and wet form. [Name] surprised sat up on her elbows seeing how Hanma's face was sunk into her pussy, she let herself fall suddenly feeling how they sipped and kissed her most intimate part, how Hanma lifted her from the table with her hands on her buttocks and handled her as if nothing.

"N-no S-shuji" hypersensitive squeal the minor trying to get away from the older man's mouth but was pulled harder towards that greedy mouth "S-feels weird"

Hanma continued to hold that pair of buttocks so plump and firm, squeezing very hard and raising it to his mouth, he put his tongue as much as he could in the drooling hole and rubbery walls, he was practically fucking it with his tongue to walk his tongue between his lips until he reached his sweet hard pearl,  He couldn't help but smile at the taste of his delicious honey that filled his mouth. Separating a little to breathe properly I leave her wrist on the table and take her by the legs placing them on her shoulders so that she can put her fingers in that exquisite hole and dedicate herself to sucking the swollen pearl.

"N-no d-daddy feels v-very weird" sobbing [Name] not knowing what words came out of her mouth feeling how her whole body tensed harder than usual, her legs felt numb and a current running through her whole, she barely managed to close her mouth and even if she tried to get Shuji away from her sensitive pussy she could not what made her despair more but she felt so good,  so rich that she could barely think properly outside of how her pussy twitched on her partner's long fingers "D-daddy n-no"

With that damn nickname Shuji continued in tandem fucking with his fingers and sucking, strong and firm without wavering until his fingers were almost expelled by the contractions of his sweet drooling hole. Feeling her walls throb and her swollen clitoris pulsate separate her mouth from that delicious pussy, even if she didn't want to, all by instinct.

The sobs had increased, and male growls were beginning to be heard.

The eldest was standing pumping his cock hard looking at his sweet girl almost crying, followed his instincts and spat on his fingers to masturbate the younger one a little more. Shuji watched intently as [Name] writhed trying to get away but also as he mounted his fingers. There were no words at the moment of penetrating it for the first time, I savor intensely how his cock plowed in his rubbery and drooling walls almost taking it out at first but he made an effort to attack it properly but without much strength seeing how now his sweet girl cried in full rule shedding fat tears without being able to close that sinful mouth, she couldn't help but chuckle ecstatically and admired how she seemed to sit still for a few microseconds in which with desperate hands she clung to her body scratching it.

He had fantasized so much about those nails scratching his back.

The older one impacted his hips against those of the younger one without any pause or merciful, with force and rapidity holding his weight with his hands on the surface of the table on each side of the woman's head, feeling so intensely the edge of the nails of others embedded in his back and his legs squeezing into his hips with such force barely allowing him to move.

"Wrist stop squeezing me so much I won't be able to move" hiss Shuji ending a strong but short onslaught, barely able to get a few centimeters his dick out of his soaked pussy but only received sharp and low shrieks. He incorporated himself as much as he could even with [Name's] flimsy arms on his body seeing his lost expression "The faces you make god"

[Name] barely managed to spin her thoughts only felt, felt how her pussy was attacked with such force that it reached points that her dildos could not and she felt so strange, more sensitive, very good but strange.

The stench of sex danced in the air and the table was soaked.

Shuji sealed her lips on her wrist's lips, violating her little mouth relentlessly to truly fuck her sweet pussy with strong, fast and straight to that point that was making her delirious. He felt the wet splashes of his dick in that needy hole, as his lower abdomen was splashed in those juices that he wished not to waste.

"D-daddy n-no, n-no please" asked between whimpers the minor cutting the wet kiss watching as her belly grew when her partner's cock was inside her and seeing how her pussy expelled so much liquid, she felt so strange but rich and without even realizing her hips moved meeting her onslaughts "S-I feel that q-I want to pee n-no"

At this frightened statement and as the youngest clung more to the elder, Shuji let out a laugh when he saw the panic to suck [Name's] tongue.

"Let it out, let's squirt doll that reaches my mouth fuck"

Between quick attacks and almost with hatred the child cried beautifully letting go of that knot in the belly, hiding her face in the hollow of her partner's neck without letting go feeling how a liquid came out almost under pressure from her wet, she could not control her tears or her voice. He was crying full-heartedly, he felt so sensitive.

Tears and drops remained.

Shuji didn't even have to get out of the rubbery walls to, the same force of his jet expelled him hard and he on the damn table, he could hear [Name's] sobs so he wrapped her in his arms lifting her from the table sticking her to his chest to leave a thousand kisses on her pearly face in sweat and tears.

"You don't know how much I adore you doll"

And that prayer was sealed with a sweet kiss that was half-reciprocated, an almost innocent kiss the opposite of the fuck before.

Runa and Tetta returned home at dawn to find their guest sitting across the coffee table in front of their daughter with a bundle of letters in his hands looking accusingly straight ahead. Both of them didn't even notice their arrival.

"You're a cheater [Name]!" squealed the eldest sharply and loudly as he started pulling more than eight cards.

Tetta watched her daughter laughing behind her card pack before starting to laugh at the outset.

"It's not my fault that you're a loser in the stupid ONE"

While Tetta felt something strange in the environment it could be for leaving his daughter alone with the guy she hated, but seeing how his wife wrapped her arms around their daughter from behind and began to shuffle all the cards to play again.

Maybe it was just his imagination combined with stress.

(Little did she know that under her pajamas [Name] had so many hickeys and hand marks and Hanma's back full of reddish lines that no longer bled but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her... yet).

I'm honestly sorry it was a bit lazy or pointless in parts, but I hope it's to your liking if you're not free to tell me.

[alessabriel]

Just thinking about Spiderman 2099 who sees a version of the daughter he could never have, the older daughter that Gabriela always told all her day chatting with an old photo and whose anguish he himself went through, he watched his variant suffer for it and his family fall apart because of it. He sees you with a happy and excited smile as you walk behind Peter B. Parker who gives you a tour of the entire venue and his heart breaks, you are there alive and well but when you look at him a horrendous panic soaks your eyes but you keep your composure before standing protectively behind Peter.

Because there were versions of himself that harmed his loved ones?

[alessabriel]

Do you take requests for Hazbin Hotel one shots? :D

Yes, although it may take me a while to write and publish them, but welcome if you want to request something

[alessabriel]

Where do you get your prompts in that pink textbook, like the one from ur max thunderman x reader oneshot

It is a prompt generator that I use when I don't have much specific inspiration but I want to write, here you go I hope it helps you and have a nice day 🩷 THIS