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synnamonroll666 · 3 months

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Angel Kisses

Pairing: Fujin x Fem!Reader Description: Fujin invites you to a special garden to show you just how special you really are to him... Warnings: Smut, P In V, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Third Person POV, Fluff, Public Nudity, Public Sex, A Tiiiiny Bit Of Fingering, And Sliiiiight Size Difference If You Squint... Word Count: 2.2k A/N: This fic was a request from the wonderful @mornandil. Girl, I sincerely apologize for how long this took. I hit probably the worst writer's block of my life recently and the second I felt myself coming out of it, I went right to writing this fic for you. I know how much you love Fujin so I wanted to make this as special as I could for you. I hope you enjoy it. 🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @koexchange, @yesitsloulou, @mistmoose, @jasonexo, @fortune-fool02, and @raven-the-cryptid. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

When you get invited on a date with a God, you cannot be late. Fujin—your boyfriend of 1 month now—had invited you to this unique garden this very evening. He said that when the sun would set, these special flowers would bloom and glow, lighting up the whole garden with their lights. He called them "angel kisses."

Intrigued by this, you hurried out the door and to the location he asked you to meet him: the forest. You weren't too afraid to walk in the woods alone at this hour. You knew that if trouble came your way, he would find you. He had this special way of knowing whenever you needed him the most.

So you rushed down the pathway that split the cluster of trees and bushes up, the excitement filling your heart fueling each quick step you took. Eventually, you found exactly what he had told you to expect—a wall of stone that stood about 8 feet tall. It seemed both man-made and created by nature at the same time. Your eyes roamed over the rocks carefully, trying to seek out that one different one. Once your orbs settled on the slightly different-colored stone, you pressed your palm against it.

Though you expected it, you couldn't repress the startled gasp from escaping through your parted lips as you heard the sudden shifting of the stones. Dust and dirt stirred in the air as a door opened within the wall, revealing a beautiful sight. Your feet slowly began to take subtle steps—almost subconsciously—into the hidden area.

As soon as you entered, the door slammed shut behind you, earning a yelp from your frightened form. It was a large contrast to the slow manner in which it had moved to begin with. As you placed a hand upon your chest to help calm your fast-paced heartbeat, you couldn't help but feel that it was almost as if it were being forcefully closed by someone nearby. That's when you heard the fond chuckle of someone familiar.

"I was wondering when you would join me." The soft voice of Fujin spoke with a sense of peace and kindness in his tone.

You turned back around to see the garden—so full of life and love. The air around you was fresh and inviting. A peaceful bliss fell over your body, causing your shoulders to slump slightly and your heartbeat to lower as you began to relax. White flower buds littered the deep green bushes around you, and a stone pathway led you to your man, who stood where the bushes broke apart, revealing a cliff edge and a gorgeous sunset. The sky was hues of vibrant pinks and oranges as the sun set into the skyline. And there stood Fujin before you, the sun's glow behind him, making him appear as some sort of angel.

Without taking much more time to investigate your surroundings, you ran to your lover, kissing him with need. You swore that your heart had grown two times its size at the very sight of him. He was wearing this silky robe—something like a true god would wear. It was far different than anything you had seen him in before—considering that most of the time, you would see him in combat or in meetings with the other champions and Radian—but you weren't complaining. It took a good minute for you to gain the will to pull back from the kiss to gaze up at him through your lashes—to admire how his eyes glowed with love and how his white hair cascaded down his neck and shoulders like a river.

His soft smile broadened just a bit as he reached up and gently caressed your cheek with his large hand—gentle, like you were more fragile than a delicate flower to him. His eyes lingered on your own for just a moment, before lowering to your lips.

You could see the thoughts swirling inside his mind. He had this playful look in his eyes, like he always had. But there was something else in his eyes that day—something alluring and tempting. Then he leaned forward once more, to place a more tender kiss on your lips, taking a moment to savor your taste. It was something he could never get enough of, and neither could you. You were addicted to each other—like each other's personal drug, though completely harmless and safe in contrast to others out there. With Fujin, you were never in harm's way.

"You're my angel, (Y/N)." He breathed while pressing his forehead against yours. Though your eyes remained closed, you could see his movements within your mind—the way his eyelids flickered subtly and how that soft smile remained in place. "Let me show you how much you mean to me."

He turned you to face the cliff edge and stood behind you, his chest pressed firmly against your back. You could see the continuation of the forest down below, with trees stretching out for miles and miles. That's when you felt his fingers trail down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Each touch of his skin on yours feels like a blessing, bringing you closer to heaven each time he caressed you. It's something special that you have never experienced before—hell, not every girl gets the privilege to date a god—but you thank the Elder Gods each day that you have the honor of calling this man your lover.

"Close your eyes." He whispered, his breath fanning the shell of your ear gently as he did.

You did as you were asked, letting your eyelids fall shut as your heart beat quickened ever so slightly in anticipation of what he was planning. Before you knew it, his presence was no longer felt behind your back, but a subtle breeze was caressing your body. It felt much more warm than something done by nature—warm like the touch of his soft fingertips. It came from all different directions, like a ghostly embrace around your small form.

"I'll be the wind beneath your soft, angel wings, (Y/N). I'm going to treat you the way an angel should be treated." You could hear him call out, though his voice was now more of an echo, nearly transparent in a way.

His voice—like a siren's call—beckoned you, so you reached out to feel him, but only a breeze flowed through your fingers like strains of hair. It was relaxing, to say the least, sending you into a trance-like state in an instant. That's when you could feel a familiar pair of hands on your sides, sending little shocks of energy flowing through your veins.

"Hold still," You could hear his voice whisper in your right ear when you flinched, his breath once again grazing your skin. Though now, a few octaves lower than before.

His hands then slowly slid down your stomach, letting those electric sensations linger within your blood. You could feel how tender his touches were through the fabric of your dress, and the urge to tear yourself out of it to feel his skin against yours grew strong.

This he must have sensed, because then his hands moved down to caress your thighs before stopping at the hem of your dress, his fingers toying with the seam of it as he patiently waited for consent. As you nodded your head, you could hear your lover let out a soft scoff. In this moment, you knew your error. But Fujin would still remind you anyway.

"I would prefer your words, my sweet." He expressed, a subtle amusement thick in his sentence.

It sounded as though he was smiling at your shy nature, which held you back from being very vocal in these situations with him. Not that you were in these situations with him often. The closest you had gotten before was a pretty intense make-out session, which ended in both of you cuddling up by a warm fire under the stars for the night. But something told you that tonight would be different.

"I consent, Fujin." You accepted his offer coyly, though there was a hidden confidence breaking through the cracks. You wanted this just as much—if not more—as he did.

With that, Fujin lifted your dress over your head, revealing your bare body to the world around you, although only you and him were present. The setting sun casted a golden glow over you both, and you could feel the heat radiating off of it seeping into your pores. It made you feel like a goddess—his goddess.

Your body finally relaxed again, and you took a deep breath in, inhaling the sweet scent of flowers around you and the scent of Fujin as well. It was different, to say the least. It was so unique and special that it was unexplainable in a way. And somehow, it was comforting to you. A pleased grin toyed with the corners of your lips, and you opened your eyes to see the continuation of the forest down below the cliff edge.

The sound of birds getting ready for a night's rest could be heard all around you. It told you that this was the home of many and made you feel grateful that you would be able to share it for a night with the man you loved so deeply. Fujin pulled your hair to the side and began pressing soft kisses to the column of your neck while carefully pulling your panties down your thighs and, soon after, your legs.

A shudder crawled down your form as a warm finger gently glided through your already dripping folds, and you could barely keep yourself from moving against him. And when the pressure of two digits entering your core met your senses, you were already seeing stars—putty in his godly hands. Seeing your need for him, Fujin discarded his fingers and then his robe, leaving him in absolutely nothing. When he returned behind you, you could feel the muscles of his broad chest press firmly against your back.

The sudden feeling of something thick and moist met your entrance before gliding through your folds, repeating the same pattern his finger made moments ago. Knowing what was coming, you couldn't help but smile. Anticipation grew quickly as he took his time to prepare you for what was to come. And when he finally pushed his long, girthy member within you, a soft moan broke your lips apart as your chest heaved with a pleased and trembling sigh.

Holding you from behind, Fujin's arms squeezed you ever so lightly as he waited for you to adjust. All it took was a soft utterance of confirmation that you were ready, and Fujin began at a slow and steady rhythm, thrusting in and out with loving care. The way his member dragged across your insides, the way his tip tenderly kissed your sweet spot, the way his lips met the side of your neck and found every pulse point to make your knees weak—even the way he breathed on you—had you already on the brink of letting go.

Getting lost in the sweet melody that was your pleasured voice, Fujin began to move faster, his hips snapping back and forth to edge you right where he wanted you. Your eyes—though just barely open due to the high—gazed upon the sunset. It was as if you could see him in its rays. It felt as though you could see him everywhere. He was your world, your God, and your everything.

But then the sun set completely, cutting off all sight with a sudden darkness. Though that didn't last long, as the flower buds finally bloomed, the white petals opening up to reveal something you could have never imagined being real. The flowers glowed brightly, like heaven's light calling forth spirits to come home. It lit up the garden as well as your heart, as suddenly you did not feel as if you were in nature but in an entirely different universe. It made every emotion felt in that moment feel 100% stronger.

And that, combined with a gentle press of his finger on your swollen mound, was all you needed to get that coil within you to snap. Your knees buckled as you finally released, but Fujin was quick to catch your fall. He held you tightly as your threads of sanity came undone by his love.

Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moaned, you missed most of how the garden's white light lit the two of you up. But you felt it in your soul. Like how you felt Fujin release inside of you. Softly whispering what sounded like a thankful prayer in your ear as he filled you up. And after he finished, his lips returned to your ear, brushing its shell once more.

"You make me feel what it is like to be human." He murmured before placing a soft kiss on your now tear-stained cheek. You hadn't even noticed that you had started crying from the emotional overestimation of it all.

The garden's light had died down, and the two of you were left in darkness. But it didn't matter. The comfort of being in your lover's arms as your body relaxed from the intensity of your lovemaking was enough to bring you back to the light.

𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐⭒𖤐

(Some extra gifs I found because why not? 🤭)

(Man— 😍)

#mortal kombat 11 #mk11 #mk fujin #fujin #fujin x reader #synnamonsspicyfics

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libby-for-life · 5 months

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I have an idea what if Adam fell in love with the archangel of death Azrael not Lucifer not Michael instead the odd one out Azrael does not look anything like Lucifer or Michael, and before he died and came back to Eden he never really met him Azrael x Adam

But now when he got killed by nifty and got reincarnated again, and Eden all over again,

Adam was walking around the forest in Eden gain away from Lilith and Lucifer. Then he looked around in the old place. He used to remember getting déjà vu then Adam heard humming he looked around. He walked to the humming he hurt, and there was a man near tree. The tree was a cherry blossom, and the man look like an angel like Michael he was the same height as Michael, but his wings were black for a second. Adam would mistake him as a demon but no, he knows that cloak before and near him was a spear it’s Azrael the archangel of death

Adam stopped in ponder what he should do next he never really talked to Azrael in his past life, but knowing that this is his second chance can do whatever the fuck he wants, and knowing Lucifer took Lilith from him honestly he’s not gonna fight with those fucking bastards can have each other, but if they can have their forbidden love, so can he Adam done, pondering he walked closer to the man

Adam: am Hello ?

Azrael : ua? Human, I didn’t mean to.

Adam: my name is Adam what’s your name you don’t look like who is for Michael? Are you a new angel

Azrael : no well well sure let’s say that I’m Azrael the arcangel of death it’s pleasure to meet you Adam

Adam: the pleasure is all mine Azrael

Oh! I've actually never seen this ship! That's interesting! And has a lot of potential!

Adam cursed as he tripped because of a low-hanging vine. It had been a month. He couldn't believe that he had died and had been reincarnated back into Eden. The worst thing? Lilith was cheating on him right at this moment with that fuck boy Lucifer.

He grumbled and sighed. He supposed it didn't matter. He was prepared for their bullshit this time around and wasn't not going to be betrayed this time around.

Adam stopped moving around when he heard it. Humming. At first, Adam thought it was Lilith or Lucifer and was going to turn around when he really paid attention to the humming. It was different. The voice was a baritone like Lucifer and it wasn't the soprano that was Lilith. It was a soft tenor.

Curious, Adam walked towards the noise. He came across a clearing overlooking a pond. A figure he immediately recognized as an angel made him flinch. God, he looked just like Michael. In fact, he almost thought that it was Micheal until he noticed the wings. A deep ebony that looked soft to the touch.

He also looked stronger than Micheal if such a thing were possible. He had a dark cloak and black hair, and his eyes were closed as he hummed a song he didn't recognize. It hit him like a brick to the face. Azreal! That's who he was!

If Adam was remembering correctly, he was the angel of death. The same angel, under Michael's orders from God, took every firstborn in Egypt during the time of Moses. The children went to Heaven but Adam remembered being horrified to see so many children standing next to a dark-looking angel holding a scythe.

He never tried talking to him, not that he did before, and he actively avoided Azreal after that.

Now? He looked so...peaceful.

Should he talk to him now? This was his second chance at life. He could do whatever the fucl he wanted.

"Hello?"

The angel jumped up, brandishing his scythe and Adam jumped away. Dammit, this angel was more trigger happy then Micheal!

Azreal seemed to realize that Adam was no threat and he stepped back. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Adam watched as the Angel fumbled with his words and looked over him frantically. It was endearing in a way.

"Hey, it's fine. I'm sorry for startling you. Who are you? Look like Micheal but...not?" Adam mentally cringed at his words but he didn't want anyone getting suspicious of his knowledge. He knew WAY more than he should.

"Oh! I'm...Azreal. The Angel of Death." Azreal said, standing up much straighter. Adam smiled. "Adam. A pleasure to meet you."

Azreal blushed a gold color as he saw Adam naked and looked away a bit. Oh, yes. Adam was going to have a lot of fun with this one.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #azreal #adam x azreal

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Imagine of Leonidas who found a child in middle of the woods, lost. Leonidas adopted Y/n. Y/n grown as beautiful woman when many years has pass by til her beauty caught Apollo attention. Leonidas is very overprotective of his daughter and never let Apollo go near her.

-He could remember the day he found you, all those years ago, you were only a baby, a few months old at least, abandoned in a forest, as he had been drawn to your cries.

-You were so little in his arms, cooing quietly up at him, now happy that someone was there, as you had been scared, being alone and he instantly fell in love you, adopted you as his own.

-His men didn’t know what to make of the sight, seeing their fearsome king and leader, smiling down at you as you were trying to walk to him, playing with you and being a totally doting and whipped dad to you.

-However, many were quick to learn that what they said was true, the dads with daughters are very intimidating, as Leonidas was fiercely protective, ready to even punch a child, a boy, who had been picking on you, much to the amusement of his men.

-You were not a delicate flower, despite your stunning looks, you were the daughter of one of the greatest Spartans to ever live! You were a warrior, being trained by your father himself, as he wanted you to be able to take care of yourself if he wasn’t there.

-You grew up protected, as your papa was the definition of protective, and his soldiers were all threatened to keep you safe if he wasn’t around, but you were able to defend yourself if needed.

-Not many believed you knew how to fight, you looked so angelic, like a delicate flower petal, graceful, soft, and your beauty was stunning to all who met you, men and women alike.

-So once you were old enough, Leonidas’ worst nightmare came true, where men were coming to ask for your hand in marriage. You set a stipulation for anyone wanting to ask you that question, that they had to ask your father first.

-He always said no.

-Many complained to you, claiming it wasn’t fair and some were even trying to turn you against your father. That didn’t work and you told them that if they had a problem with it, then to challenge Leonidas to a duel, if they managed to beat him, then he would give his blessing.

-You didn’t mind staying single, as you weren’t thinking about it at the moment and had no interest in being with someone who was only with you because you are pretty.

-You wanted someone who loved you for you. And that certainly wasn’t Apollo!

-The day that sun god saw you he was instantly enraptured, wanting you for his own, you were beyond perfect, you were so beautiful but so sweet, as he had seen you with some children, making flower crowns.

-As Apollo approached you to speak with you, like a demon of the shadows, Leonidas appeared between you in a plume of smoke, a fierce glare on his face, “You’re not going to approach my daughter, you bastard!”

-You turned, seeing a god and your father speaking and you could see that your father was extra grumpy with this man, before one of the children told you that this was Apollo!

-You nodded, now realizing why your papa was so pissy, now locked up with Apollo, both trying to make the other submit and you herded the children away from the area.

-Apollo wasn’t allowed to get close to you, if you left the house, you had to take several of his strongest warriors with you or take your papa with you.

-If you were with your guards, they just ushered you back home, keeping themselves between you an Apollo, but if you were with your father and he tried to approach, you heard the bell that signaled the start of a fight, and you walked off to sit until they finished.

-When Apollo finally was able to greet you, he grabbed your wrist, “You’re coming with me Y/N! I’ve been dealing with a lot from your bone head of a father and you’re going to make it up to me!”

-He didn’t get farther than a few feet after you rocked his ass, punching him hard in the center of his face, sending him to the ground. He held his bleeding nose as you glared fiercely down at him, “Nobody touches me without my consent. Get lost you shithead!”

-Leonidas was beaming behind you as he had been running to defend you, little flowers of happiness surrounding him as he smiled, feeling so proud of you that you mimicked him while Apollo was stunned, seeing that you were just as strong as your father.

-He had to admit that he was impressed with your strength, as not many could put a god on his ass. If anything, your actions weren’t seen as disrespect, he came on too forcefully and you put him in his place!

-Leonidas couldn’t help but groan in annoyance as Apollo only seemed more infatuated with you! But hell to the no was he going to get you! Don’t worry Y/N!! Papa’s coming!!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror leonidas #ror apollo

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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Note: requested by an anon :)

Warnings: suggestive/lowkey smut. fluff, bit of angst, not much else I think.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric, a well respected Viking King, fell in love with you, a Saxon princess. A love seemingly impossible, but Sihtric was set on making you his wife.

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'Have you lost your tongue, my lady?'

You knew Sihtric all too well, at least, the stories about the well known Viking King, but you had never met him. Only your eyes had met his mismatched pair in passing yesterday for the first time, when he was brought to your father, a Saxon king, to negotiate peace.

From the stories, you knew Sihtric was unlike any other viking you had ever met or heard of. Sihtric was said to be reasonable, kind and fair. He truly wanted the lands to be at peace, just like your father wanted. And after seeing him briefly, you knew the stories of his appearance to be true as well; he was tall, well built, and his sharp, scarred face was gorgeous, as if carefully sculpted by God and his angels. The friendly yet cheeky smile he had given you in passing had set a fire inside you, along with the sight of his shoulder length hair, which was braided on top and on the sides, but loose and curly in the back. You desperately wanted to look back over your shoulder, blessing your eyes with the sight of the breathtaking man once more, but your mother was quick to give you a disapproving look when she saw your flushed face.

Which reminded you to not simply be fooled by his kindness and dashing looks; Sihtric could be a brute when times called for it. He was a fearless, skilled warrior, who had always felt most alive during battles. He had a hunger for blood and violence, and as kind as he could be, he could be merciless all the same. Even now that he was not a young boy anymore, but a man, and a king. And he knew peace was the only option for everyone in the end, as he did have a responsibility to keep his land and his people safe.

Sihtric had seen you quickly in passing as he was on his way to the king, and as soon as he laid eyes on you, he knew you were his. Whatever it would take, he was going to make you his wife. He even glanced back over his shoulder after he had passed you, and he liked the sight of your behind in that slim fitting green dress you wore that day.

And once Sihtric learned you were the king's daughter, a Saxon princess, he also knew that having you as his wife would be the perfect example of peace between Saxons and Vikings. Between the Christians and the Pagans.

And he felt you were simply made for him.

Sihtric stayed over in your town for as long as needed, until peace would be agreed upon. And ever since he had seen you, he had kept an eye out for you. He was delighted to see you sneak out of the castle one afternoon, and he followed you quietly into the forest.

He enjoyed seeing a princess so carefree and happy on her own, as you explored the surrounding nature, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw you take a dagger out from underneath your skirt, which had been strapped to your ankle, to cut some fresh herbs and flowers. He smiled knowing you were probably able to defend yourself too, as well as a bit of a risk seeker, since you strayed far from the town, all by yourself.

Sihtric betrayed his presence when he stepped on a twig, which broke beneath his leather boot. You quickly turned to the sound, finding the Viking king staring at you with a grin, as he leaned with his shoulder against a tree, his arms crossed.

'Sihtric? I- I mean… King,' you said with big eyes, and made a slight bow.

'Princess,' the man smiled, returning the polite gesture to you.

'What are you doing here?' you frowned, a little taken aback by his impressive looks, 'are you… lost?'

'I am merely enjoying the sights,' Sihtric said, his soft, low voice and accent making your knees weak. 'Are you lost, perhaps, my lady?' he smiled.

'I know these lands better than anyone else,' you retorted, 'sorry if you hoped to find a damsel in distress,' you said, a faint smile on your lips.

'Oh,' Sihtric chuckled and stepped closer, 'you look like a lady who could take care of herself,' he smiled as he looked down into your eyes, towering over you, 'and I like that.'

'Hm,' you hummed with a confident smile, hiding that you were, in fact, very intimidated by him.

His sly smile, the kohl around his piercing eyes, the scars on his stunning face, his leather armour and the weapons attached to his leather belt… his entire being made your head spin. You had never been this close to a Dane before, and you certainly had never been this close to a man with a ravishing look as his before.

'I saw you in the castle a few days ago,' Sihtric said.

You felt his warm breath on your face, which carried a light, pleasant smell of ale and apples, and you wanted to know if his slightly cut lips tasted the same.

'Been seeing you in my dreams ever since,' a soft, cheeky laugh escaped him, 'tell me, lady,' Sihtric breathed as his rough, tattooed fingers briefly brushed over your warm cheek to your chin, holding you in a pleasant grip, 'are you spoken for, hm?'

You inhaled sharply upon his touch and an arousing shiver went through your body. Your lips parted slightly, the same way as your heavy-lidded eyes looked up at him as you were completely under his spell. You sighed softly, not being able to bring out a word. Sihtric hummed with an amused half smile on his face, and he licked his lower lip slowly before biting down on it, awaiting your answer.

'Have you lost your tongue, my lady?' he chuckled, tracing his thumb over the outline of your lips as he still held your chin, 'or your confidence? Perhaps… that is what is lost in the forest?' he smiled and brought his face even closer to yours, noses touching lightly.

'N-no,' you sighed, 'I merely lost my… head.'

You giggled when Sihtric chuckled at your words, and his big eyes took in every inch of your face. You were perfect, he thought. A goddess. And Sihtric wanted you to be his goddess. His queen. His wife.

'So, you are not the one who is to be married tomorrow?' he asked, cautiously.

'No,' you swallowed hard, 'it is my sister who will wed. My parents have yet to find a suitable man for me.'

Sihtric hummed softly again with a dangerous smile, still holding your chin up, and his eyes were as heavy-lidded as yours now, while he faintly nuzzled your nose.

'Perhaps,' he whispered and brought his lips to yours, touching lightly with each word he spoke, 'I should demand you as a part of the peace offering to me, my lady.'

You closed your eyes as his parted lips held still against your own, but instead of a kiss, which you were desperately waiting for, you felt his lips curl into a smile. And another soft chuckle from him spilled out, down over your lips into your mouth, and when you opened your eyes upon the loss of his touch, he was already several paces away from you, glancing back only once to look you up and down again.

And when Sihtric was far enough, disappearing from view, you allowed your trembling knees to finally give out under you, and you fell down onto a bed of grass and leaves, trying to catch your breath.

And you were able to find your breath back, but you knew your heart was taken away and was now long gone; it belonged to the Viking King.

To show hospitality, Sihtric was invited to your sister's wedding. And while everyone had their eyes on the enchanting bride, Sihtric only had eyes for you. During the ceremony, during the feast, and during the evening celebration, his eyes never stayed off you for long.

And he was still eyeing you up as he drank his ale, while couples danced in the centre of your father's hall later that evening.

You were not oblivious to the Dane's stare, and you met his eyes ever so often, only to look away as fast as you could again. And when you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and heard Sihtric's soft voice in your ear, asking you to dance, you thought you would faint right there at the table. Your mother gave you a warning look, but she didn't completely tell you off. You looked up at Sihtric and smiled, nervously, and he took your hand.

'My lady,' Sihtric smiled, and kissed the back of your hand before he pulled you up from your wooden chair.

You slightly hiked up your long skirt as he led you to the centre of the hall.

'I do not really know how to dance,' Sihtric admitted as he placed his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer, 'so forgive me, princess.'

You giggled and told him to just take on a steady rhythm, and keep it up, which he managed to do.

'Have you given it some thought?' he asked, looking down into your eyes with a soft smile.

The kohl around his eyes was darker today, making his duo coloured eyes pop out even more, and he took your breath away.

'Given thought to what?' you frowned, a little flushed.

'Becoming my wife,' Sihtric said, almost smiling shyly.

'Your wife?' you asked, surprised, quickly averting your eyes down to your feet.

'Yes,' he said, guiding your eyes back to his as he gently pushed your chin up with his fingers, 'I'd like you to be my wife. We could be an example,' Sihtric continued as you both moved your bodies smoothly and with grace, despite both not being the best dancers at the festivity.

'An example? Of what?' you tried to understand him, and it was so obvious, but you simply couldn't think when you were this close to him.

'An example of peace between two very different folks,' Sihtric smiled, and his hand moved down to your lower back again, 'it would be for the greater good.'

'You want me to be your wife for the greater good? To what… just unite the people?'

You didn't want to be in an arranged marriage with someone who only pretended to love you. You felt offended, and Sihtric took notice.

'My lady,' he said, and stopped dancing as he took you to the side, 'I do not mean to offend you. I think you are breathtaking, unlike any lady I have ever seen. And I want to make you mine. The fact that our marriage could bring peace to these lands is merely a coincidence, but it was never my initial reason.'

'So…' you felt yourself blush upon his hard stare, 'you would… love me?'

'I would love you,' Sihtric said with a sweet smile, 'and I would honour you,' he leaned in closer as his voice became softer, 'I would treat you with respect, always. And I would protect you. You would not just be my wife, you would be a queen.'

'A queen?' you frowned.

Amongst Saxons, there was no such title as a queen. If you married a king, you would simply be a Lady, but never acknowledged as a queen.

'My queen,' Sihtric said, smiling as he caressed your cheek with his thumb, 'and the queen of my people. You would rule along with me, by my side, until my dying breath. And I promise I will give you the world, my love.'

You felt lightheaded once again. You would gladly marry this Danish man. You knew he was right, it would also be a strategic move to unite the people, but you also knew he was truthful when he said he would love you and respect you, you could see it in his eyes. And as you were about to lean in for a kiss, a Saxon prince suddenly interrupted, asking for you to dance with him.

Sihtric didn't like it, but he knew you were obligated to do so. So he gave you a firm nod, took your hand, and pressed a soft kiss to the back again before he let you go. And when you looked back over your shoulder, with sad eyes, Sihtric gave you a cheeky smile and a wink.

And he'd keep his eyes on you again all night, until you were escorted back to your chambers, to get a good night's rest. But your mind kept wandering to the Dane, and the pure hunger and lust you felt for him were unbearable.

The next day you persuaded one of the maids to allow you to bring Sihtric's lunch to his room. He was offered a chamber in the castle to stay in ever since he arrived, which you only learned about that morning. Reluctantly, the maid handed you the tray with food, and you anxiously walked up to his door.

You knocked three times and you heard Sihtric's pleasant but muffled voice, telling you to come in. He expected it to be the maid again, who didn't even bother to look at him all this time, because he was a Dane, so Sihtric hadn't bothered to cover himself up as he was staring out of the window in only his undergarments.

You gasped at the sight of his muscular, scarred back. And when Sihtric turned to thank whoever brought the food, you both froze. But soon, a playful smile appeared on the handsome man's face, and he stepped closer.

'One dance with a Dane and you have lost your title as princess, and became a maid?' he chuckled.

'No' you giggled, and Sihtric loved the sight and sound of it, 'I guess… well, I just wanted to see you.'

'You wanted to see me?' Sihtric tried to keep a serious face, but his eyes betrayed the fact that he was clearly amused to have you in his room and he stepped closer.

'What if I want to take your offer, and marry you?' you asked.

'Then that is what we will do,' he shrugged, 'no one stops me from getting what I want,' he said darkly and took your face in his hands, 'and I want you. Ever since I first saw you.'

'What if my parents will not accept-'

'They will,' Sihtric said, confident.

You stared at each other. The tension in the air was thick, and Sihtric moved his hands down to your waist, pulling you closer.

'Tell me,' he smiled, leaning his forehead against yours, 'have you been thinking of me the way I have been thinking of you?' he asked, squeezing your hips as he exhaled sharply, 'because I can't get you out of my head. And I think your people,' he paused, only to try and fight a grin, to no avail, 'I think your people would deem my thoughts about you… unholy.'

'Oh,' you breathed, your hands moving up his toned torso, 'I- I am not a … devout Christian, really,' you whispered.

'No?' Sihtric asked, teasingly, 'so you wouldn't mind…' he brought his tattooed fingers up to your cleavage, slowly pulling the laces of your dress loose.

'No,' you smiled, shyly, 'I wouldn't mind.'

'Then let us waste no more precious time,' Sihtric husked, and he pulled you with him towards his bed.

You quickly undid the rest of your laces and let your dress fall down to the floor as fast as you could, while Sihtric made haste to remove his breeches. You both laughed softly as he pulled you under the furs with him. And finally, after days of waiting, his lips crashed onto yours. And he kissed you unlike any man had ever kissed you before. Hungry, eager and lovingly.

Sihtric moved himself on top of you, gently, and he immediately pulled you back in for another long, heated kiss. Your hands trailed up his warm back, into his curls, while he held your face carefully in his hands, as if you were his most precious possession.

'That Saxon prince,' Sihtric rasped, in between kisses, 'do I need to worry about him, lady?'

'The- the one I danced with last night?' you sighed, enjoying his lips and tongue on your neck.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed, before he gently tugged your lower lip with his teeth, driving you wild with lust.

'N-no, I have no interest in anyone else. Only you,' you smiled, eagerly pulling his lips back onto yours again.

It has been quite a while since you had, secretly, laid with a man. And you were desperate for your, possibly, future husband. Even if it was considered a sin to your people.

'Good,' Sihtric grinned with a sigh, as he teased your wet folds with his hard member, 'or else I'd have to kill the poor man. Can't have any competition,' he gave you a sly smile before he pecked your lips, and then pushed his length slowly inside you.

And he smiled as you gasped at the feeling of him inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you hard and intensely, his facial hair pleasantly scratching your skin as his tongue explored your mouth, until you broke the kiss.

'No one could even begin to compete with you,' you whispered and nuzzled his nose softly, 'you are unlike anyone I have ever met before.'

'As are you, my lady,' Sihtric whispered, and kissed your lips as he slowly started to thrust into you, 'gods,' he sighed, 'you are all mine. I will make you all mine.'

'Mhm,' you hummed, satisfied at the way he moved his hips against yours, 'you feel so good. B-but you'll have to be… quick before someone notices I'm gone,' you said in between heavy sighs, as Sihtric continued his pace.

'Hm, no, princess,' he chuckled in your ear with a soft moan, 'I'll be taking my time with you. I have to treat you good.'

And you only walked out of his chamber, sorely, hours later. Sihtric had refused to let you go before he had kissed every inch of your skin and had made sure you finished as good as he had. And as that was only your first time with him, you couldn't imagine how things would be once you got to know each other better.

The next day you tried to hide your beaming smile as best as you could when you had breakfast with your family. You had proposed the idea of marrying Sihtric, and explained to your parents how it would benefit everyone. Your mother didn't want to hear any of it, but your father had a thoughtful look on his face as you spoke, yet he didn't speak.

After what felt like hours of endless arguing with your mother, you huffed and got up, going for one of your routine walks in the forest. And just as you hoped, Sihtric had kept an eye on you again and followed you.

'My princess,' he whispered in your ear as his arms snuck around your waist, pulling your back against his broad chest, 'how are you, my lady?'

You smiled at the warmth of his embrace, and the feeling of his strong arms around you, but you sighed quietly at his question.

'I fear we will not be together,' you said softly, sadness spilled out with your words.

Sihtric was quiet, only his sharp in and exhale replied to your grave feelings.

'Say something,' you whispered after a moment.

'We will be together,' he said and spun you around, cupping your cheeks, 'I promise. Because I have my mind set on you, lady,' he smiled and kissed your lips.

'But what if my parents refuse?'

'Then they will bring war upon their people,' Sihtric said curtly, 'I will have you, no matter the cost.'

'Sihtric,' you took a step back, 'you can't do such things, nor even say them!'

'For you?' Sihtric frowned, 'I can and I will,' he shrugged and pulled you closer again, 'because I have fallen for you.'

Several days later you found yourself arguing with your parents again. Your mother was still fiercely against the idea of you marrying a viking and leaving on horseback with the pagan. Sihtric and your father had discussed the marriage as well, but your father wasn't fully convinced yet.

Sihtric was told by one of your trusted maids about the discussion you had right now, and he was quick to shove past the feeble guards and he kicked the large doors to the main hall open with his leather boot, and he stormed in.

'I will marry you daughter, Lord King, with or without your permission!' Sihtric snarled, 'along with the guarantee that my people do not have to convert religions, she is all I ask for. And it is up to you, Lord, if you will let us marry in a time of peace, or in a time of war. And my reputation speaks for itself,' Sihtric hissed and pulled you closer, 'I am a man of my word.'

Three years later.

'Sihtric, stop,' you giggled while your husband smothered you with soft kisses, as he had hidden you both underneath the furs.

'Stop, my love?' Sihtric chuckled, his familiar rough hands explored your naked body underneath his own, 'I have to be sure there is another pup in your belly,' he kissed your lips with a soft hum, 'before our boys wake up.'

'More? Really?' you sighed with a light chuckle, 'you want more children, my dear?'

'Do you not?' he frowned, 'you said you wanted more if the lands stayed at peace, and well… they still are.'

'Well- I mean… I guess,' you smiled as Sihtric continued his soft kisses all over your face, 'maybe one more.'

'One more,' Sihtric smiled wide as he looked down at you, 'one more will make me the happiest man alive.'

He brought his body in between your thighs and cupped your cheeks, 'the sun will almost rise,' he whispered, 'I fear we have to be quick today.'

And as soon as Sihtric's lips met yours, and his hand slid down to your hip, you heard your two sons in the distance. One was laughing, the other was crying.

'By the gods, why do they wake up before dawn?' Sihric sighed. He shook his head lightly as he got off you, knowing there was no time to hump anymore today.

You snorted and got dressed in your tunic, ready to find out what chaos your sons were up to. Which could be anything, as they had taken after their father, who already brought you more than enough chaos from time to time.

'And you want one more, darling?' you asked as you took his face in your hands.

'With you?' Sihtric smiled and nuzzled your nose, 'I want as many as possible.'

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Better Bones Profile: Houndleap

"The horrifying eldritch fallen angel likes ME best because I'm hot"

[ID: The Better Bones AU version of Houndleap from Warrior Cats. He is a black-and-white tom with ginger flecks in his black parts, and a fluffy white tail tuft. His ears are burned away, and he has orange, swirly keloid scars. He also has a heart-shaped paw pad.]

Here by popular request! Holy MOLY you all jumped on the offhanded manwhore comment lmao.

Houndleap's a great example of cats who are in the Dark Forest for breaking non-violent commandments. The only thing he's killing is the gene pool, with his 6 known mates and the 16 kittens between them all. No, he wasn't in love with them all either, he just liked to play the game.

He is as close to the ideal Clan cat as one can get, and he knows it, and flaunts it. Tri-colored with beautiful ginger flecks, he fell victim to a terrible moor fire and came out with severe burns. His surviving was already a great mark of strength, but then he became even luckier when his shiny scars raised, and slightly spread from the initial injury.

Clan cats didn't have a word for keloids, they only knew it was gorgeous. As if StarClan had given him a scar that dances and shimmers.

Houndleap "abused" this gift, seeing as many cats as possible and cheating on his 'official' mate back home. In the modern era, he might have just been a very popular Honor Sire, but this was before the Queen's Rights and the Aftergathering. He was eventually caught, and after his death, he was banished to the Dark Forest for violating the Law of Loyalty on more than 5 counts.

Yes. More than 5 counts. StarClan was able to see that he had even more than 5 halfclan mates (and they're not even counting the wife he cheated on) but only 5 got pregnant.

Alignment: Dark Forest, ex-WindClan

Time Period: Skyfall Era

Relations: Too fucking many

Houndleap's addition to the Dark Forest is Lover's Beck, a twisted, romantic version of a spot in the Gorge where he used to meet with his secret lovers. It's his worst memory because he planned poorly and two of them showed up at the same time and that's how he got caught.

More trivia below!

Canon said he's solid-colored and I said no. Pretty boy.

There are several minor features in his design that will be seen in modern family lines. I won't point them out but there's 3 total (so far.)

I decided to use him as an example of nearly ideal beauty standards in BB, since I famously overhauled them from canon. He is brightly colored with complicated patterns, slightly chunky, and has a HUGE scar on the face.

Personality is slut. He just wants to flirt, man. Theme song is Mambo #5 he's just like that.

He works with Tigerstar in OotS mostly because it's not like there's anything better to do. Plus some of the trainees are hot, "hellooooo Ratscar"

When Antpelt dies, Houndleap is one of the cats who needs the most convincing to come back into the alliance. It's one thing when it's funny haha Attack And Dethrone God or whatever, but PERMAdeath??

Thankfully, Hawkfrost is a fantastic diplomat.

Generally, Houndleap is motivated by whatever's fun. He was one of the first to fall in line under Ashfur and will do basically anything if he's bored.

"We're teaching people how to kill? sure lmao. Oh we're attacking the living? Ok cool. Guard the prisoners? Not like I had plans anyway. Anyway wanna get evil dinner later, handsome <3 ?"

Likes drama, tea, stories, games, anything that brings him a little excitement really.

He can usually be counted on to join whatever silly project the group's up to this time, like catching Shrewpaw's Pheasant.

I cannot stress enough how much of a normal Crummy Dude he is. He's just some standard jerkwad guy. The Dark Forest in Better Bones contains several people like him, who might be sleazeballs or jackasses, but we would generally agree don't deserve Hell.

When canon comes up with a Houndleap backstory, I'll consider what to do with it. But for now we only know that Hound came from WindClan, which I've included.

#Better Bones AU #Better Bones character profile #BB!Houndleap #BB!Dark Forest

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hellcheer-heaven · 3 months

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Be Kind, Rewind (NSFW)

Summary: Chrissy’s curiosity gets the better of her when she borrows one of Eddie's porno tapes without asking. She finds herself immersed in the crude, but enticing story of “Naughty Girl Next Door.” Thankfully she does plan on returning it before he notices. What could possibly go wrong?

Author's Note: Be annoyed, be very annoyed because this is going to be a bad one. Bonus points for unnecessary meta too.

Another warm summer’s day in Hawkins and thankfully Chrissy gets to spend it all alone with Eddie at his place. He spent days cleaning the trailer from top to bottom, arranging and rearranging everything (much to the surprise and annoyance of his uncle) until everything was spotless and presentable. They did what most young adults did in their sleepy town during summer vacation: Eat, swim at the pool, go to the mall, see a movie, and just have fun. As for today, staying in at Forest Hills was just as pleasant. Wayne was spending time with his buddies on a camping trip, so the two love birds could do whatever they wanted. Which is code for laze around, order take out, sleep, and have a movie marathon. The two of them spent more time watching horror and romcoms, then actually going out to see what was featured at Starcourt.

The place was all prepared, Eddie had the snacks set up and a great selection of rented vhs tapes. However he forgot to buy her favorite candy, red licorice. Chrissy stated that she was fine, but he insisted that he would get her some!

“Fear not, dear lady! I shall return shortly!”

And with that he drove off to Family Video. Well, at least she could take a look around at the place. Ah, it smelled like fresh lemon disinfectant. The garbage was taken out and a new bag was put into place. Dishes were cleaned, dried, and put away. Even his room looked pristine, well at least to the level that Eddie preferred. Chrissy sat upon the mattress, breathing in the scent of clean laundry detergent and dryer linen; still she missed the smell of his odor. As she laid down, some of her makeup accidentally fell out and rolled beneath the bed.

She dared not look under there, unsure if a weird science experiment was slumbering or if she would find something else. Well sure enough her intuition was correct regarding his choice in certain pieces of entertainment. Chrissy spotted a vhs tape snuggled in brightly colored packaging. “Naughty Girl Next Door starring Christine Cunnilingus as the Good Girl Gone Bad!” Should Chrissy be surprised that he has this? No, not at all. The back didn’t offer much, except for the titular star offering a very titillating pose with her previous works on the side. The strawberry blonde woman looked directly at her with an expression of absolute invitation. Her angelic, delicately featured face and sparkling blue eyes were perfectly aligned with makeup. Her hair was beautifully coiffed with god knows how many cans of hairspray, and her stage name just so happened to cover her nipples as well.

“Where on earth did you get this?”

The sound of the front door spooked her, quickly hiding the evidence when he returned with her treat and a big smile across his face. They were ready to watch the romcoms that they picked out earlier that day: Splash, Heathers, and The Princess Bride. They enjoyed the antics of the feature presentations, but her mind was still on the forbidden film neatly tucked away.

Eddie had to run errands, work on his next campaign, practice with the band, and play at the Hideout that evening. Chrissy was going to be free of Eddie for one full day, which gave her plenty of time to view the contents of the tape at home. Thankfully her folks left to visit family for the next three days and her brother was at sleep away camp until early August. Chrissy had the place all to herself. She figured that maybe she could watch it first thing in the morning and it would be over with. No, no that would be silly. After all she needed to eat breakfast and she didn’t want to hurl. Okay, maybe after she finishes her laundry. Nope the pile on her bed was getting too big, everything had to be put away. Perhaps before her Jane Fonda workout videos. Wrong again! She had to rewind and return those tapes before the store closed today. This was going to be a lot harder than she realized.

Okay, no more fooling around. Now was the time to watch it, at 1:13 am; better late than never. Still the last thing she wanted to do was watch something so obscene in the family room, thank god she was able to afford her own television set for her 18th birthday. A red logo dropped in from above, the company name Perky Productions appeared followed by a photo of buxom breasts flashed beneath it. Off to a real great start there, guys. Christine Cunnilingus walked onto the set, wearing a sheer white tank top that was much too small for her and a green skirt that just barely covered her. She lazily sat upon the couch, sadly sighing and bemoaning about her boyfriend missing in action. Her voice was sweet, a valley girl like tone brushed past her glossy lips. The doorbell rang and she happily bounced at the knowledge that he was here (how could she know that it was him?). Either way, she was greeted by a handsome looking man with long dark hair. His eyes were hypnotic, doe-like and soft. He looked like someone out of The Lost Boys mixed with a heavy metal rockstar. He was a bit arrogant at first, but softened up as soon as Christine kissed him. Well his attitude softened up, but certainly not his instrument.

“Edward, I missed you so, so, so much!”

Despite his gruff looking appearance, his tone was gentle, “Yeah, I missed you too Christine.”

Chrissy could not believe what she was hearing, “Christine? Edward?!”

She grabbed the vhs box and scanned at the synopsis: Christine Cunnilingus is feeling lonely. Thankfully her sexy metalhead boyfriend cums over to cure what ails her. Watch these two sweethearts fuck each others brains out. She’ll definitely see why he’s called Edward Munchson.

“Are you kidding me?! What the fuc-”

“Fuck me with your tongue, Edward.”

“You look fucking appetizing, Christine.”

Well whatever brief conversation that the actors had clearly didn’t matter since they went straight to oral. Chrissy’s eyes widened at the sight of Edward tonguing Christine. Moving his tongue round and round, up and down, and all over her labia and clitoris. She should have been disgusted and immediately turned off the video, but she couldn’t look away. The camera lingered on the two of them getting it on like rabbits. Long, graphic, and detailed sex was portrayed on the couch, suddenly the scene faded away to the two of them on a bed to which they continued to go at it; now different positions were included. It was Christine’s turn to play with him, pretty much mirroring what he did. Chrissy felt so gross watching this, yet she couldn’t believe that she was getting turned on as well. She could sense that deliciously dull ache between her thighs, wetness staining her underwear, and her clothes felt so constricting. No one was around and the rest of the world was slumbering, she knew what she had to do.

Time was simply lost on her for the remainder of the very early morning, focusing on the video and her own pleasure. There was a lot more to the film than she initially realized. Turns out Christine was dating the star basketball player of her school, Jameson Cunter, and he was a total asshole. She fast-forwarded through their sex scenes and waited patiently for Edward to return. The prom was coming up and she had her heart set on Edward, knowing that she was with someone else. When the jock found out about them, he went to face off with the metalhead in the forest. Christine had to stop them before it was too late. Edward was about to be killed until Christine saved him by flashing Jameson. After that distraction, he's beaten up, she dumped Jameson for Edward, they went to the prom, and they celebrated with more gratuitous sex. Okay she finished it, now all she had to do was return it to his place. If she hurried, she could drop it off before he got home. A quick stop at Forest Lawns and she would be home free.

There was just one little issue, he was already home.

“Shit, shit, shit. What do I do?”

The spare key, of course! Plus he was a heavy sleeper. If he could sleep through her loud snores (which she adamantly denied ever doing), then she could easily sneak into his place and be done with it. She very carefully turned the lock, her heart hammered loudly in her with every passing second. It’s okay Cunningham, just put it back and leave. Sure enough he was sound asleep, his body splayed out like a starfish sunbathing on a rock. Chrissy never could have imagined herself as a thief, then again this is the same person that never thought she and Eddie could ever be together. Regardless of the matter, she easily slid the tape beneath him without issue and tiptoed out. The deed was done, now it was time to leave, unfortunately Lady Luck was against her tonight.

“No, no, no! Dammit, come on! Start!”

Her car continued to stall. How can that be? The guys at the shop said that everything was all fixed up and they gave it a test drive. Her fist battered the car horn, clearly that was a terrible idea as some of the more hot headed neighbors shouted at her to stop.

Eddie rushed out to the noise, “Chrissy?”

“Um… hi Eddie…”

“Baby, it’s almost 3 a.m. What are you doing?”

She was a terrible liar, but she tried anyway, “Oh you know… just going for a drive… at night. And I saw that you were home, so I wanted to come visit you.”

“Clingy much?”

She stuck out her tongue, he found her irresistible. He shouted an apology at the neighbors and helped her inside. Jesus, she felt so stupid! Out of all the things that happened, somehow this was worse than finding the tape. Clingy? Her? Big talk coming from the man that was the embodiment of a labrador. Still, it was nice to be with him again, she was feeling a bit lonely. And horny? No, please not now. This isn’t a good time!

“Alright, Chrissy, why are you really here?”

Her hands went to her hips, “I wanted to spend time with you.”

“Mmhm, sure you do, Christine.”

Christine? He never calls her that, not unless they're intimate. Surely there’s no way that he found out. From the moment he returned home, there’s no fucking way that his tired ass could have checked under the mattress before falling asleep.

She stomped her sneaker, “I’m serious! I came here to be with you!”

Eddie simply shrugged, “Alright, whatever you say. So what do you wanna do? I mean, nothing’s open. We’ve got another seven hours before the mall opens up, six until Family Video unlocks their doors-”

“Don’t get smart with me!”

He was kinda enjoying this, perhaps a little too much, “Me? Smart? You’re talking to Mr. Super Senior over here. Still, that’s nice of you to think that.”

“Whatever! Just- Just- Shut up, Munchson!”

Oh no!

Oh shit!

Oh fuck!

His smirk made her legs turn to jelly, “Munchson? Edward Munchson. That’s a new one. Has a nice ring to it.” He took one step closer, closing the gap until her back was to the wall, “Yeah, kinda rolls off the tongue doesn’t it?”

Chrissy’s face went pale, say for the rosy blush emitting from her cheeks, “Eddie… I… um…”

“What’s the matter? You look a little nervous.”

Her heartbeat drummed loudly in her ears, body heat skyrocketing, “I am not.”

He placed his hands on the wall, easily dwarfing her height, “So, tell me, where did you come up with that? I’ve never heard you say it before.”

God, those eyes of his could put anyone under a spell, “Oh, nowhere. I um… I made it up.”

“Really? When?”

She gulped, “Y-yesterday. I just- well, you know you give me cute nicknames all the time. And I thought I should call you something too!”

“Aww, how considerate of you. But it’s funny…”

Chrissy made sure to remember how to breathe, “What?”

“You’ve called me all kinds of pet names before: Baby, Babe, Teddie, Teddie Bear…” He looked deeply into her eyes, smile and voice dropping, “Dungeon Master.”

That last one caused her to drop her purse, my god the way that man could drop his voice caused her to melt like butter. That tone and volume did very little to cease the dripping honey between her thighs.

Her whisper was obscene, “Eddie.”

“Tell me the truth, Chrissy. Why are you here?”

She willingly allowed herself to fall deeper into the deliciously hypnotic curse of her beloved. If he was part snake, he could easily keep her safe within his coils and she would absolutely love it. Never wanting to gaze away at the lovely pair of eyes that beamed into her soul. Chrissy did what she was told, not a single ounce of regret in her voice.

“I dropped my make up and I found a porno tape under your bed. I took it home and I watched it.”

He held her soft face and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “That’s a good girl. See, doesn’t it feel good to be honest?”

She smiled, resting her hands on his chest, “Uh huh, very good.”

“So, what did you think of it? I mean, it’s a porno, nobody cares about the plot. Still I wanna know what you think.”

She playfully nibbled her lower lip, “I really, really liked it.”

He feigned shock, “Really? Chrissy Cunningham!”

“No- Yes- I mean… I watched it and I… enjoyed it. I liked the story and I liked that Christine and Edward got together in the end. They were meant to be. He treats her so nicely and he listens to her, he totally loves her. She loves him. It was just so nice to watch!”

Interesting, that wasn’t really something that Eddie really thought about. When it came to his private time, the last thing he considered were the intricacies, themes, and plot points of a pornographic film. Then again, this is the same man who just happens to have a film where the people involved seem to share their lives, albeit in a more altered and exaggerated dimension. That was a matter that Chrissy wanted to bring up, but in all honesty she was loving the attention from him. As sweet as Eddie was, she did love those moments when his supposedly mean and scary side shined through. She found this side of him appealing and she was definitely going to milk him for more, by any means necessary of course.

Chrissy gingerly rubbed his crotch with her knee, purring his name with love in her voice and wanting in her eyes, “Eddie…”

He couldn’t stop himself from groaning, “What are you doing, bad girl?”

“Nothing.”

Eddie’s fingers traced the little sneak peak of her belly hanging out from her shirt, “Someone's in a good mood, tonight.”

She pressed her elbows together, bouncing just a bit as she giggled, “I don’t know what you’re talking abou- Ooh, oh… oh my…”

His tongue latched onto her throat, slowly swiping up her neck, his teeth giving her warm ear a little nibble. That slightly calloused hand of his squished her stomach, trailing up higher and higher until he reached her pretty breast. She was sensitive there and Eddie knew that little fact very well. It didn’t matter which method he used, Chrissy was a goner the moment he teased her breast. All it took were tantalizingly slow circles with his thumb to get her going at first. Followed by careful flicking and gentle pinching, adding in a little pulling as well. He was never harsh to her, unless she asked it and boy did she.

“Harder, please harder Eddie!”

He smirked against her neck, his whisper like fire on her skin, “As you wish.”

Chrissy whined when he pulled her top down, she wanted to feel his palms on her and so she attempted to bare herself to him. He grabbed her wrists and trapped them above her head, shortening their distance again until the gap was no longer.

“No, no, no. You need to be a good girl, Christine. Keep your hands down or I’ll handcuff you. Understand?”

Holy shit, as to how she was still standing up was truly a miracle. Jesus, the way that man was able to switch his voice from usual to Dungeon Master like that was a talent in itself. He praised her obedience with a kiss to her forehead and a pet name. Chrissy watched those busy hands of his taunt her covered nipples with precision. His expertise digits rubbed, pinched, twisted, and pulled. He was mean and she loved every second of it, the pain pleasantly shot throughout her body. Even though he never ordered her to keep still, she tried not to move a muscle, wanting to further increase the burning feeling. Eddie admired her fortitude, offering her more kisses upon her lips and face to give her some relief.

“You’re doing so good, Chrissy.” Kiss. “So brave.” Kiss. “So sweet.” Kiss.

“Eddie! Eddie! Oh, I’m yours!”

“I know baby, you’re all mine.”

He relieved her, much to her incessant, but adorable whining. He would never leave her hanging, no, not at all. Resorting to removing her too made Chrissy’s heart dance. Despite the cruelness in this character, she could see the consideration in his eyes. He offered her stimulated nipples lovely, little pecks and tender, flattened laps. Eddie could be harsh when given the okay by her, still he wanted to be kind to his one and only.

She longed to run her fingers through his locks. To caress his handsome face from his chin to his ear, allowing her to scratch the back of his head. Alas his simple demand was making that task seem almost impossible. Her nails scratched at the wallpaper, he knew how to scratch that little itch of hers and he was just getting started. His tongue followed the shape of her nipples, big hands sweetly massaged her bosoms; giving them a gentle squeeze and shake. Those perfect lips of his ensnared her nub, pulling and suckling on it at a pace that was slow, yet oh so enticing. He went back and forth between the two, never looking away from the most beautiful woman struggling to stand up.

All those well deserved love bites looked so gorgeous on her flesh. Chrissy winced at her newly etched afflictions, her moans soon followed afterwards.

Eddie held her chin, “How you holding up?”

“Good.”

“Do you want to stop or keep going?”

She pecked his palm, “Fuck me with your tongue Edward.”

That went straight to his cock, her organ demanding to be freed; soon enough he thought to himself. Eddie showed off his wolfish grin, pulling her by her jeans and taking great delight in unzipping them. The sight and smell of her glistening center made his mouth water.

He just couldn’t stop staring as he shuffled her out, “You look fucking appetizing, Christine.”

Neither of them could hold back their giggles. This all felt so silly, but they loved it nonetheless. Their laughter subsided as he led her to the couch, easing her onto the cushions; placing a pillow beneath her head. He was truly able to admire the warmth and beauty of her. He could never stop thinking about her, not just her body, everything little thing about Chrissy Cunningham gave his life purpose. He would do anything to ensure her happiness and comfort. To satisfy and protect her. Always and forever.

Eddie kneeled down and tasted her. The scent from her dark and moistened curly locks filled his nostrils. She shined beneath the dull lamp light, her inner workings still so incredible to his eyes and tongue. Sampling her labia majora and minora in slow and precise licks, twisting his muscle to better wedge it in. Letting just the tip of that merciful tongue barely slide along her clitoris. Bubblegum lips mouthing and smooching her so nicely. A long strand of coated saliva toppled out and onto her, mixing it all over her.

Chrissy could no longer hold back her sounds. She didn’t care if someone could hear them, nor did he. Her praises and begging only encouraged him.

“Fuck! Oh- Oh wow! Eddie you’re amazing!”

His humming vibration made her yelp, grabbing on tightly to his wavy curls. Let him cuff her, she was enjoying herself. Rather than following through, Eddie was much too preoccupied with her pussy. Swiping and slithering his tongue, ensuring that he covered as much moistened ground as he could. His long fingers broke through and huddled within her dripping quim. Flexing, rotating, cycling, and beckoning her; all while his lips made out with her clitoris. Chrissy couldn’t stop shaking, body aching and trembling to release. No, not yet, she wanted to hold on just a bit longer. Yet she knew that deep down, her boyfriend was determined to eat her out from here until the next millennium.

“Eddie, I- I- Gonna cum!”

He looked at her briefly, smiling along her second lips before continuing. She was doomed in the best way possible.

Her high pitched scream made the hounds howl, “EDDIE!”

Eddie opened wide and drank her down, keeping her quivering legs steady as she came, making sure that she clearly saw his very wet, smug grin, “Fucking delicious, princess.”

He spared her some time to recover, cradling her in his arms and rocking her slowly. She could see stars, each one shining as brightly as the ones in the sky above them. Chrissy nestled herself closer, draping her legs across his lap, and snuggling her face into his chest. His heartbeat drummed loudly against her pressed up cheek, thumping just for her. She quietly hummed, letting her fingers tiptoe up to the collar of his old band shirt. Tugging down the material until she could see the inked lines of the black widow’s legs and reaching up to kiss it.

“Hold on, sweet girl.” Once she was secured in place, he then proceeded to carry her to the bedroom and eased her down gently, “Oh, my love. My angel. My whole world.”

Chrissy watched as Eddie stripped off his graphic tee and boxers, snickering when he winked at her. He was exceedingly hard, his cock twitching and aching to be handled. She sat on the edge and held onto his hips, inching him closer until the head touched her lips.

Kiss. “Eddie, I want your cock.” Kiss. “I wanna taste it.” Kiss.

“Take it, it’s yours.”

Eddie moved her locks aside when she began, grunting and moaning as she licked him. The texture of his veins made for a fun little game of follow the trail with her tongue. Always beginning from the bottom after finishing up each one. She loved teasing him, she loved watching him react to the simplest of touches. Biting down hard on his lower lip, balling up his fists, and huffing. Her hands lathered him up after emitting a big glob of spit at the very top. Shallowly mouthing for a moment, then taking him in as far as she could. Humming a pretty tune, smiling around him when he yelped. Cradling him between teeth, tongue, and throat felt so right, while her hands massaged his fleshy sack.

“Chrissy, oh fuck! Mmm, yeah! Oh god…”

She popped her lips after setting him free, smooching the underside, sweetly mumbling, “You like that, Eddie?”

“Turn around, Chrissy.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ll see.” Once Eddie was on his back, he positioned Chrissy to lay on top of him, “Open your legs and spread your pussy open. Yeah, yeah that’s right. Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“Okay.”

She squealed as he very carefully penetrated her, easing her with absolute consideration and care. His nails dug into her hips, sliding himself within her wet cunt. Chrissy couldn’t believe how amazing this felt, wriggling herself to be filled even more. In her delirious state of horniness, her mind started to put the pieces together. When the two adult film stars transitioned into the bedroom, they partook in this exact same position (albeit with more energy and vigor, not that Chrissy had a reason to grumble). Eddie honestly didn’t think that he would be able to get this right at all, definitely not on the first try. There were other positions that he wanted to introduce, but the last thing that he wanted to do was pressure her; especially knowing the origins of said ideas. As of this moment, all that mattered to them was each other and the ever growing state of bliss between them.

Eddie rocked and pumped his hips, being sure to keep a good grip on his girlfriend. Balancing her and making her scream with satisfaction, all while having to keep from imploding. How could he not? The love of his life calling out for more, her body bouncing, the fact that she watched one of his tapes! Then there was Chrissy, pampered by her personal rockstar who knew exactly what she wanted, humming that melodic and growling voice in her ears, even trying something new with her! He never stopped filling her, she never stopped squeezing him. She looked down and marveled at his agility and stamina, still she wanted to feel even more stimulated; and so she reached down and rubbed her clitoris just the way she liked it. Two bodies were taut and then squished, drenched in sweat, letting the cup of prurient passion spill over and bathe them. It all felt too fantastical to be real, like their lives were not their own, but somehow still theirs.

Just a bit more, more, more! Their eyes could only focus for so long until they had to shut them. Minds drowning further down into the lake of love. They didn’t stop until the roaring flames consumed their hearts and bodies. Never ceasing until the band had finally snapped.

And so it did.

The positively exquisite and disgusting mess that they created within themselves and all around could rival the other pornos that Eddie consumed; those stains were definitely going to be harder to feign ignorance over. Chrissy looked down at the thick, ropelike strands that decorated her stomach, fingers tracing some around her belly button. Eddie cautiously helped her up, cleaning her off with the t-shirt that he removed earlier. Never could he ever imagine that he would have been able to imitate at least one of his private tapes. Then again, Chrissy could have never dreamed that she’d ever watch something like that and attempt to re-create it as well. Regardless of it all, they were content and very exhausted. At least they could enjoy the warm afterglow of the very early morning together.

She snuggled into his chest, “Eddie, how many pornographic movies do you have?”

His fingers twirled her locks, “Uh, I don’t know, 8… 10 movies maybe.”

“Can we watch one tomorrow night?”

His lips tightened up, “I don’t know, some of them are kinda… weird.”

Her bewildered look said it all, “Eddie, you own a tape where both of the actors have our names, they look like us, and they just so happen to be in a relationship. What could be weirder than that?”

“Oh Chrissy, that's just a coincidence. Besides, it’s not like there’s a bunch of other versions of us out there.”

She laid upon his body, legs dangling in the air, “But what if there are? Maybe you’re a bard and I could be a princess. Or what about me being a metalhead and you play basketball?”

“Chrissy, the day I wake up as a meathead jock is the day monsters invade our town. Or I wake up as emperor of ancient Rome. Now let’s get some sleep.”

Her pout could not sway him, so instead they grabbed the big blanket and snuggled down. Chrissy waited for just a bit, her mind filled with many questions. Maybe it was all a coincidence.

Still, who’s to say that it wasn't?

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redxixi · 1 year

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𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖓 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 2

-werewolf!dabi x female reader | wc:-3k

Disclaimer: all characters are of are. Characters are not mine and belong to horikoshi. This is a work of fanfiction and should not be taken seriously. Minors DNI.

-`warnings:yandere kinda theme, dirty talk, toys, dubcon kinda, names (angel, baby ect), dumbfication, fingering , dom!dabi, sub!reader

☆A/N : this is a continuation of this link. I randomly decided to write it again. Sorry if there is any grammer mistakes or mistakes in general. Bear in mine english is not my first language.

It has been 3 days since the incident, since then you have been living in the cabin locked in your room by him.

A wolf. A werewolf. He was a werewolf.

Those stories about the monsters were real. And that same monster held you captive here, he fed you yes but you were not allowed outside.

"I can't have my doll running off now can i"

He'd say that whenever i pleaded him to let me go.

I was allowed to roam the house and running would be pointless as he would just catch up to me with his inhuman speed. At times i would catch him cooking something and he would invite me, after we would watch a movie, i could never focus on it. Not with him being here.

At night He'd come in the room looking tired, beat up and his fangs would show.

At the time i would pretend to be asleep so he would gently come into bed and wrap his surprisingly warm hands around me waist, bury his head in the crook of my neck and fall asleep. I never resisted him.

I had known this monster for a short while but he never did anything bad to me or even hurt me. He would often ask me what i wanted to eat or if i had cravings, he would cook them for me and sit and talk to me at dinner as if we were a married couple. I never talked back tho, i never answered his questions or even look at him. Part of me felt guilty for him. I could see he was hurt by my actions, but there was also something else bothering him, i could see it in his eyes.

Outside you could hear the birds singing their moring song waking everyone up. I opened my eyes and found myself snuggled up against his chest with his hands around me. I couldn't move, i didn't want to move. No one has ever held me with such care, no one has ever held me as if there were afraid to let me go. I wanted to cry, scream at him but i couldnt.

"Moring doll" his deep moring voice whispered into my ear.

He pulled back and now we were face to face.

"Sleep well?" He said while caressing me cheek.

God please give me the strength to endure his sinful ways

i didn't reply just shook my head slighty and snuggled closer to him.

"stay here im going to make us breakfast and dont forget to take your medicine. that ankle of yours is not going to heal on its own"

he stood up gently and left closing the door behind him. after i fell that day in the forest i hurt my ankle bad. but he has been taking care of it. he even got me medicine, i still cannot walk properly but i mangage.

after 10 minutes he came back into the room with breakfast in his hands. bacon,eggs,toast and some tea. it felt as if we were truly wed.

"here angel eat up you gotta get your strenght up" after he put down the breakfast he turned around to leave. i grabbed his hands.

"w..wait please" this was the first time i spoke to him or said anything since i was here. he knelt down next to were i am sitting on the bed as if he was about to propose to me. he looked into my eyes as if i was the only thing keeping him for going insane and that broke me. i started sobbing and put my hands on my face to hide the ugly crying face i was making. dabi stood up and sat on the bed, he wrapped his hands around me letting me cry into his neck.

"shhh it's okay angel it's okay im here...i know this is tough for you but i can't let you go. i love you too much for that"

"y..you love me" i said pulling back from him and looked him in the eyes while holding onto him as if i was afraid he would let me go.

"oh angel you were the reason i was coming to class everyday and dont think i didn't notice you staring at my hands everyday. angel look at me i love you so much and i dont care if i sound selfish but i don't want to let you go. "

never in my whole life would i have thought that someone as dabi would say those words to me but he did and it was heaven. with that i took the opportunity and finally after what felt like enternity our lips collided. it was soft, sweet and gentle everything like how i imagined it to be. i whimpered into the kiss and dabi took that as an opportunity to push his tounge into my mouth. the sweet, gentle kiss turned into a hot battle. i could feel him putting his hands on the back of my head deepening the kiss even more.

he broke the kiss and a string of saliva was conneting our lips.

"well would you look at that my little angel has a slutty side" he said grinning.

out of shame i hid my face in the crook of his neck.

"oh come on don't get all shy on me now angel we still have the whole day ahead of us"

he leaned in right by my ear and whispered

"and i promise you i will have you pregnant by the end of the day"

pregnant...PREGNANT?! what did he mean by that?! you can't get pregnant now, your still in college and you got stuff to do and your family and-

"i think by now you know that im not normal angel. i'm a werewolf not just any werewolf im an alpha. and the reason why i couldn't come to school for two weeks is because my initiation is coming up. my father used to be the leader of the pack but now that responsibility has fallen on my shoulders. and i also have another responsibility"

he looks in your eyes and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

"my other responsibility is to make sure that i have a mate and i wanted to choose you angel. i also had to make sure that my mate was going to birth my childeren as soon as they can. as future leader of the pack and alpha i have to make sure to birth as many children as i can. it is a tradition i cannot break"

mate? children? birth? leader? what?

"you...want..me to be your mate...and birth your children...uhm isn't it normal to go on a date or know more about eachother before i birth your children."

"sure it is normal for humans but now for werewolfs oh and my heat is coming up so you better prepare yourself for tonight angel and saying no is not an option. you will be my mate and you will birth my childeren angel. from now on your mine and dont expect to go back to college anytime soon."

with that he stood up and left closing the door. sealing my..no our fates togethor. tears stream down your face. for once you had hope he would be kind enough to let you go and maybe you two could still be togethor.

It was night now 8 pm to be exact and you sat in your room on your bed next to a beautiful robe dabi picked out for you. You could't cry anymore hell you couldnt even think straight at this point. dabi came in 20 minutes ago and layed down the robe on the bed along with some roses.

"get ready in 20 minutes and come to my room angel. tonight is the night i make you truly mine"

it had been 20 minutes and all you could do is stare at the dress. Is this it? what would happen after tonight? would you not see your parents anymore? what about uraraka? what about school, your dreams, your life. will it all be in his control now? there was a knock on the door that broke you of your thoughts and a voice on the other side spoke.

"hurry up angel dont keep me waiting. i am not a patient man"

"i...im coming..soon"

you said soflty but loud enough for him to hear. you started to strip and put on the dress. you walked to the desk an sat down looking at yourself in the mirror. your eyes were all puffy from crying but alteast the robe looked amazing....

after 10 minutes the door to dabi's room opened. he was standing looking out the window, shirtless. he turned around and he thought his heart was about to explode. there you were in all your glory. the dress was a perfect fit and the red colour was definitely a right choice.

he walked over to were you were standing and closed the door to the room.

"you look like an angel.

he took your hands and kissed you softly on the lips. a single tear slipped from your eyes and he kissed them away.

"shhhh it will be okay im here. no need to worry your little dumb head okay. from now on you dont need to worry about assigments or lame boys trying to fuck you cause the only one fucking you now is going to be me."

he took your hands and led you to the bed.

"go ahead present yourself for me doll"

you looked at him with pleading eyes hoping that it was a joke but his blue eyes did not lie. trembeling you lied down on the bed on your back. you turned your head as to not wanting to see his face. then you felt it ,his hands on your feet. he kissed your legs slowly working his way up. soon he reached your thighs and he bit the inner part of them. you winched in pain but that pain would soon be forgotten. he took both legs and spread them not giving you room to fight back. he looked down seeing your cute red underwear he also chose for you.

"cute" he thought.

He put his nose to your underwear taking in your scent. You were breathing heavy now, suddenly he plunged his middle finger in your cunt without warning. you put your hands over your mouth as to not let out the sinful sound you were making.

"aww come on i wanna hear every sound you make. if you dont take off your hands i will tie you up and i dont think you want that do you"

scared moved you hands away.

"good girl you deserve a reward for that"

he plunged another finger in your cunt and trusted them in and out curling them along your walls.

"i can feel you sucking them in. aren't you a naughty girl"

it was too much. you tried not making any sounds but god was he good with his hands. suddenly he poked against your g-spot and you let out a yelp.

"aah so here it is"

"n...no i-"

you looked at him with fear but he did not care he kept thrusting his fingers against that spot violently and you could feel yourself getting close. The pleasure was building up quick but suddenly he stopped and pulled out his fingers.

"The only place you get to cum is on my cock okay angel"

He litterly almost ripped out the beautiful robe you were wearing leaving you naked. You quickly hid your body with your hands. This was too much. You were on the verge of tears.

"Aww baby come here. Its okay hmm i got you, i will make you feel really good okay"

He kissed me slowly and passionately while taking my hands away from my body and locking out fingers together. It felt good. Too good and you secretly loved it. You were not supposed to love it. He was about to get you possibly pregnant and end everything...so why are you enjoying it.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad

"Fucking gorgeous"

He stood up and got rid of this pants and his underwear and there it was, in all its glory. His cock was a big and pretty. It had veins and a pretty pink tip that you wanted to suck on.

"I...never....no one ever did this to me...."

Slowly he started to stalk you on the bed as if once again you were his prey.

"Even better i get to be the only one to ever touch you"

he grabbed both of your legs and yanked them open , revealing your naked cunt. he took your legs and pulled them towards him, bending you so that your legs were now on his shoulder and you were looking him in his eyes. you close your eyes out of embarresment and turn your head. right then you felt his hands on your cheek.

"angel please look at me. i want this moments to be special. please."

he pleaded with a voice that would even make the greatest come to their knees. slowly you opend your eyes and turned your head to look at him. it was as if time had stopped.

"it will hurt for a bit okay but i promise it will feel good after"

you could feel his cock teasing your hole, slowly and painfully. slowly he entered you and it stung causing you to let out a loud whine, your hands held onto his forearm for dear life.

"h..hurt..bad...please"

you pleaded with tears falling from your eyes. god why'd his dick have to be so fucking big. after what felt like forever his cock was nesteld deep inside, almost hitting your crevix.

"w..why aren't you OH-"

he started to move his cock violently in and out of your cunt without warning.

"w..wait...please it hurts fuckk"

you couldnt hold in your moans anymore, the pain was slowly becoming into sinful pleasure and he was enjoying everypart of this. your moans were becoming louder and you almost could't breath.

"such a good girl for me taking me so well fuckkkk i could feel you tighting on me aww dont tell me my little angel likes dirty talk."

you couldn't focus anymore everything started to become blurry the only thing you felt and thought of was his cock. this is wrong so wrong, he was defiling you and your body wasn't listening to you anymore.

"tell me you want me to breed you. tell me how much you love this"

you couldn't and didn't reply. the pressure was getting too much, you could feel something happening inside, something wanting to come out, you wanted to let go so much but then it went away. he stopped.

"w..what why would you-"

"you did not listen to me so that makes you a bad girl angel and bad girls dont get to cum. but if you tell me what i want to hear then i will gladly do so"

how could he expect you to ever say such vulgular words to him. you could feel him still thrusting in and out but very slowly. it was not enough you needed no wanted more. did it really matter. so what if you wouldn't see your family or friends, so what if you could't go to school, you'd still have dabi and soon he would get you pregnant. it doesn't sound too bad. he would come home to you everyday, pamper you, love you and fuck you. did it really matter. no.

"please fuck me, breed me, use me, just do anything. please please i want it please"

and that was it. he fucked you like some starved animal that hadn't been fed for months. you couldnt think straight, your eyes rolled back to your head when he started to play with your clit.

"thats it my baby, my girl, my angel, mine mine mine all mine. gonna bread you so good so fucking good"

he was close, so were you. at this point you were chanting his name like a prayer, your eyes formed litterl hearts. it looked like something straight from those hentai you used to watch. never would you have thought you would be in one.

"im close angel. gonna give you all my pups dont worry."

you let out a sinful moan chanting yes yes yes over and over again. he kept thrusting in and out until he hit that sweet spot inside you and thats all it took. you screamed out his name and he fucked you throught it not stopping at all.

"w..wait im sensetiveeeee~"

your plea fell on deaf ears as he kept thrusting on and on. his thrusts were becoming faster and he could feel his high there. all it took was a couple more thrusts and he came hard while inside you.

"s..so much cum"

and it was allot, it never seemed to stop. he was about to collapse on you but he caught himself. the sight was something to see. he kept your legs open and watched as his cum slipped out of it. he took his fingers and pushed them back in.

"you full princess"

you felt as if you were on cloud nine.

"uh huh"

you nodded weakly with a smile.

he leaned over and opened the drawer by his bed and took a piece of metal? plastic? you couldn't tell. suddenly you felt something cold against your cunt.

"w..what are you..what is that"

he thursted the metal object into your sore cunt. the sudden intrusion caushing you to whine, you tried to reach to get it out but he stopped you.

"nuh uh uh that little toy in you will help keep my cum there and you have to walk around with it all day long and it also does this"

he took a little remote and pressed a button. the toy inside you was vibrating and with the cum inside you it felt as if your insides were being moved. your hands clenched the bedsheats and tears were falling from your eyes. but it still felt good.

"don't worry angel this is just the start"

#mha dabi #dabi x reader smut #bnha touya #mha touya #writing smut is exhausting #wolf dabi #dabi smut #dabi todoroki #mha au idea #mha au #dabi au

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gingiesworld · 1 year

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Wolf in Sheeps Clothing

Elizabeth Olsen x GN! Reader

Warnings: Murdahh, angst. A tiny but of fluff if you squint hard enough

AN: this is taken from my wattpad account GingerNinja93

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Y/N Y/L/N thought they had it all. They found the woman of their dreams. The woman they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. The feeling of love was mutual. Even in the moment when Y/N knew they had screwed up. Especially with the last thing they ever saw as the life left their own eyes. Were the forest green irises they had fallen in love with.

Y/N and Lizzie met when they bumped into each other. Y/N fell in love with her eyes the moment they made eye contact. They were the most beautiful shade of green you would ever see. Followed by an infectious smile. Then came her angelic laugh.

The time they had spent together, getting to know each other. Was one of Y/N's favourite things to do. Among take care of those they loved most in the world.

"Can you believe this?" Y/N asked Lizzie from the sofa. Lizzie was stood by the stove, stirring her pasta sauce. "All of these murders and yet they don't even have any suspects. What the hell is our tax dollar paying for?"

Lizzie smirked slightly. She felt proud of herself. She was off the radar. Always cleaning her steps. Making sure no one would ever trace anything back to her.

"I know." Lizzie spoke with faux concern. "I honestly don't really feel safe going out on my own. Not while the killer is loose."

"You will never have to worry my dear." Y/N stood up and approached her. "I will always be there to protect you."

"What's to say that you're not the killer?" She asked them with a raised brow.

"I could ask you the same." Y/N countered making her chuckle. Stealing a quick peck before turnong back to finish the meal she was cooking for the two.

Y/N always questioned as to why they always spent their time together at their apartment. Everytime they would ask her, she would simply say. It feels too lonely there. Too many bad memories. And they would always shrug it off. Knowing of her past relationships and how narcisstic they were.

"Dinner will be ready soon baby." Lizzie informed them. "Would you set the table." She asked them as they smiled and nodded. Grabbing the drinks, Lizzie's favourite wine and their beer. Setting the appropriate cutlery down before helping her carry the plates through.

Sitting down beside each other. They both started to dig in. Lizzie couldn't help but smile as she watched Y/N eat. They always loved her cooking. Although Lizzie wished she would be able to use the fresh produce she grows in her garden. Even to be able to show Y/N the pride of her life. Other than Y/N of course.

But she could never risk Y/N looking around her house. Knowing there are trophys that she kept from each victim. Every life she ever took. A token from each in their own little trophy cabinet in the basement. Next to her choice of weapons.

Lizzie was in love with Y/N. From the moment they bumped into each other. It was truly love at first sight. Although Y/N never really had to worry about falling victim to her devilish side.

The part of her who loves to be in control. The feeling of being God within her grasp. She had the power to take her victim's life away. Not really caring if they were innocent or not.

But all of that changed when Y/N went to Lizzie's house. Remembering her address from the first time they had picked her up for their first date. Although they knew it was a big house, and that Lizzie's family had a lot of money. They were always intrigued by the inside of the house.

But what drew them to head to the Lion's Den was when Lizzie hadn't texted them back in a week. So they walked up to the big wooden door. Knocking on it briefly.

The house wasn't creepy from the outside. Even when you were inside either. It all looked pretty vanilla. Like the personality Lizzie tried to portray to everyone she would meet.

Y/N called out for her, not finding her anywhere. That was when they stood before the only door they never checked behind. Opening the door, pulling the light string. Illuminating a set of stairs.

"Please no creepy ass clowns." Y/N whispered to themselves as they reached the foot of the stairs. Turning on another light. Soon wishing they wouldn't have found what they did. Looking at the weapons on the wall, a selection of blades hung on the wall.

Until a large cabinet caught their eye. A lot of small trinkets, some were drivers licenses, bank cards. Some jewellery. Y/N recognised some of the names on the cards.

"I'm starting to wish I saw the creepy ass clown." They muttered. Not realising that Lizzie was stood behind. Anger and betrayel adorned upon her features. If she was of sound mind, she probably wouldn't have made her next move. Using the heavy handle of the weapon within her grasp. She took one hard movement. Wacking Y/N on the head, a lot of force behind the action. Rendering Y/N unconcious.

Lizzie waited for Y/N to wake once she had tied their wrists and ankles securely. She was starting to think this was a mistake but she couldn't risk Y/N finding out. Taking away the power and control she feels when she takes someone's life.

"Liz." Y/N groaned. Looking around, noting that they are still in the basement. Their eyes soon finding the once warm eyes of their murder crazed lover.

"You shouldn't have come here." Lizzie told them. Y/N flinched at the coldness in her voice. "You have messed everything up. I had it all perfect." Lizzie rose to her feet. "You and me sharing the vanilla life out there." She gestured outside of the house. "And my hobbies here that I share with no one."

"What you're doing is wrong Lizzie." Y/N told her. Trying to wriggle free of the thick rope that confined them.

"It's right Y/N." She knelt beside them. Y/N's heart beating rapidly in their chest. They were afraid. Afraud of the woman they had fallen in love with. "I am the one with all of the power. Do you know what it feels like when you see the life leave someones eye?" She asked as she traced the blade down the side of their neck. Running it along the corotid artery. "It feels amazing. Refreshing."

"Liz. Please." They pleaded for their life. Lizzie just chuckled lightly. "You're better than this."

"You don't even really know me." She told them. Slowly plunging the blade into their side. She smirked as she saw fear and pain in their eyes. "I am usually quick. I'm not really one to draw it out." She pulled the blade from the before lifting the blade to their face. Running it doen their cheek. "But you, I think I may just take my time."

"Please Lizzie. I love you. Don't do this." They pleaded once more. Lizzie just laughed as she plunged the blade into their other side.

"No you don't." She spoke through gritted teeth. Twisting the blade. Watching them cry out in pain. "You love an act. Not me. This is me!" She removed the blade quickly before plunging it deep within their stomach. "You don't realise how much blood the human body holds." She said as she watched the blood pool around them. Her knees already stained with their lover's blood. "It's amazing. When you pour 8 pints glasses, it doesn't seem like a lot, but when it is pouring out of someone's body. It really does." She plunged the knife inside them once more. "I imagine that little heart of yours is working overtime. You're probably feeling like your lungs are closing up right. Not enough oxygen is getting around because their isn't enough blood."

"Liz." They coughed. Looking into the eyes they fell in love with.

"I remember you used to say you wished to take your final breath as you gazed into my eyes." She smirked. "Now you can." She plunged the blade into their chest. Watching as the blood left their body. The life in their eyes slowly fading. Hearing Lizzie speak one last time. "I really did love you Y/N." They could hear the sadness in her voice. "I'm so sorry it came to this." Feeling her lips on their forehead one last time before taking in the forest green irises they fell in love with. The woman they thought would never hurt them in anyway.

Lizzie let a single tear drop from her eye. Landing on Y/N's cheek. She was sad, but not enough to overshadow the adrenaline pumping through her veins. The control she feels. No remorse as she moved the body. Dumping it in Y/N's car before she drove their car towards the ravine. Parking right on the edge of the deepest part. Removing the handbrake when she stepped out. Watching as the car rolled down the steep bank, submerging into the water.

Walking back home with a smile on her face. Getting ready to play the part of being the grieving girlfriend.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabetholsen #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #elizabeth olsen x you #gender neutral reader

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aziraphales-library · 11 months

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Do you have any fics where Gabriel & Beelzebub were in love before Beelzebub fell?

Here are some fics in which Beelzebub and Gabriel at least knew each other before the fall...

Butterflies by LexiTheNerd03 (NR)

Even before it’s completion, the Garden of Eden was a sight to behold. The lush forests, clear blue lakes, and breathtaking waterfalls were like heaven on earth- the angels were tasked by The Almighty to make sure of it.

Creation, and the Beginning of Something New by Cyborgtamaki & thirteeninafez (G)

How Gabriel first meets Ithuriel, when everything was easy, and Hell did not exist, and Ithuriel taught him to laugh. (Or, a pre-fall Beelzebub meets the Archangel Gabriel as he creates the universe)

Strength of God by SapphicScavenger (T)

In the beginning, there was only Her, and She got a brilliant idea.

Unbecoming by FernStone (T)

I lost myself into the night And I flew higher Than I had ever Beelzebub has memories from before the fall. Gabriel does not. I clipped my wings and fell from flight To open water

Skin Deep by aretia (M)

After Beelzebub and Gabriel get back together, Beelzebub wonders if Gabriel really sees zir as the demon ze is now, or as the angel he remembers. Beelzebub gets an answer when Gabriel makes a surprise visit to Hell, and sees Beelzebub without zir makeup for the first time.

When Glory Comes by Eshnoazot (T)

Michael has told him who Beelzebub had been before they Fell. Gabriel’s mind cannot possibly comprehend what to do next. Beelzebub's fist lands square on Gabriel’s jaw, and he can only squeak from surprise as another smashes his nose back into his face. They are both sobbing when the dust clears.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable bureaucracy #pre fall #mod d

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leahnardo-da-veggie · 5 months

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My OCs Majour Historical Figures

Part 3 of my world building posts! I'm gonna arrange these guys in order of their importance to the Plot™, and how much I dote on them.

So, without further ado,

The Godhuntress, Ina

She's literally my PFP :)

Lived: 2000-4050AC

Height: 3.5m (11'6 for Americans)

Pronouns: She/Her

Race: Angel of Nature (her halo is just flowers)

Was completely loyal to the Gods until her husband got killed for abandoning his post to pluck some flowers for her

Then she went completely apeshit and genocided the gods

Possessed a secret Voidic ritual to drain magic from others, which gave her the power to defeat the Gods

Killed her daughter, Isobel, in a fit of rage after Iz tried to stop her from killing the last goddess, the Goddess of Dreams, who was just a child

Massacred the Fae, elves, and forest spirits

Jumped into the Void out of grief when she realised she had become a monster like the gods (see it here)

Speaks like she came out of the bible

Basically the biggest deity in modern Triworld

Been living rent free in my head since I was 6

2. The Spirit Emperor, Hans-el

Obsessive midgeted psycho

Lived: 3595- AC

Height: 130cm/4'3 (145/4'9 in his high shoes)

Pronouns: He/Him (caps included)

Race: Forest Spirit

Has an everlasting grudge against Ina for killing his best friend, the Goddess of Dreams, in front of him

Knows her power ritual because he saw her do it, and used it to gain enough power to become Emperor for vengeance

After she died, he set all the souls of the gods free for the heck of it

Like Ina, is power-corrupt and evil. Unlike her, he doesn't give a shit about it

Bastard has his little fingers in every bit of the Plot™

No seriously, if the story's set after Ina, it's events are probably his fault

You'll find him cameoing as either Hans or just 'the spirit'

Will murder you if you call him short (he is, even by spirit standards)

Inexplicably in love with Hash

3. Hash Brown

Nobody knows her real name

Lived: 1998- AC

Height: ? (145/4'9 in his favourite form)

Pronouns: she/he (and never it)

Race: Shapeshifter

Possibly the oldest being alive in Modern Triworld, not that she'd let anyone know it

Wears an elf body because that's what she pretended to be during the Runic Wars

Goes by Hash Brown because the Lich-Queen said it would be cool, and he's possibly forgotten his own name by this point

Actually pretty smart but pretends to be a ditz

Pathological trickster who feels bad getting people in trouble

Moved into Hans' castle one day, became his partner in crime (and everything else) and never left

Feels bad for deserting his people during the Ruinic War (cos he couldn't accept genociding humanity) and as such looks after the remaining shapeshifters

Drinking buddies with the Luxatian Exorcists, who all actually believe she's an elf

Fakes an incredibly strong Paliodaen accent

Secretly, deep within his heart, a good person

4. The Lich-Queen, Iraela Foundling

Cracker of bad quips

Lived: 2800-4003

Height: 165cm/5'5

Race: Human turned Lich

Found in the End of the World along with her sister, Ramaeria, and brought into Ceredellian Royal society

She showed no powers so she stayed hidden away while her sister, an Oracle, danced with nobles

Met and fell in love with a minor duke

When she discovered she was a necromancer of epic proportions, she tore Ceredell apart and remade it into the Deadlands

Has a god-awful inferiority complex and deep rooted jealousy

Still somehow trying to live up to her dead sister's image

Cannot stop cracking jokes at the worst possible timing

Thought it was funny to tell a young shifter to name himself Hashbrown

Main proponent of the Ruinic War, because she hates humanity (she doesn't want to be reminded that she was one)

Bonus: Luna Iverius Delacroix, Mind-mage

Absolute tech boomer

Age: 6012-

Height: 150cm

Race: Human

Actually pretty important to the Plot™

Main character syndrome in every meaning of the word

Make-up fiend

Ran away from home at age 11 and made herself a cult of personality

Cannot drive, cook, use a phone or take care of herself

Insanely lazy, but skilled enough at magic to make up for it

Does not know the meaning of playing fair

Neither booksmart nor streetsmart, but a secret third option (not smart)

By the way, all the images were made on picrew.me ! Go check it out, it's super fun to play with!

#writing #writeblr #my writing #creative writing #writing community #writerscommunity #spilled ink #fantasy #writer stuff #World building #my original characters #my ocs #my oc stuff

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transbookoftheday · 1 year

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🐉 Trans Dragon Books 🐉

One does not learn to fly without taking a leap. And one has to fall to be caught. Nomi is a young druid finally taking the chance to spread her wings and leave her home. To see the world and discover its magic, beauty… and maybe love. Calia is a dragon on the hunt for angels, trying to square an old debt. That, and to get Laura, her desired bondmate, to finally return to her side, where she belongs. Nomi immediately catches the eye of the powerful dragons. Calia entices her with honeyed words and a skillful tongue. On the other hand, Laura, much smaller but equally intimidating, takes it upon herself to protect her. Despite the warnings, Nomi can’t help being drawn to Calia's charm, her power, her fangs… and the hidden gentleness in her eyes. She promises danger where Laura promises safety, and Nomi is torn between the two. Luckily there is a convenient cult out for the dragons’ heads, providing Nomi with ample distraction and at least one dragon egg to steal, hatch, and raise by herself. Perfectly normal things for a young transgender druid to get involved in! In the clutches of dragons, battling dark forces from beyond the stars, Nomi faces the questions of who she is and who she wants to be. Whether she deserves the love offered to her, and what it truly takes to earn her wings...

Revisit the enchanting world of Tea Dragons with an all-new companion story to the two-time Eisner Award-winning graphic novel The Tea Dragon Society, now in paperback! Rinn has grown up with the Tea Dragons that inhabit their village, but stumbling across a real dragon turns out to be a different matter entirely! Aedhan is a young dragon who was appointed to protect the village but fell asleep in the forest eighty years ago. With the aid of Rinn’s adventuring uncle Erik and his partner Hesekiel, they investigate the mystery of his enchanted sleep… but Rinn’s real challenge is to help Aedhan come to terms with feeling that he cannot get back the time he has lost. Critically acclaimed graphic novelist K. O'Neill delivers another charming, gentle fantasy story about finding your purpose, and the community that helps you along the way.

Long ago, humans betrayed dragons, stealing their magic and banishing them to a dying world. Centuries later, their descendants worship dragons as gods. But the 'gods' remember, and they do not forgive. Since they were orphaned, Arcady has scraped a living thieving on the streets of Vatra, dreaming of life among the nobility - and revenge. When the chance arises to steal a powerful artefact from the bones of the Plaguebringer, the most hated person in Lumet history, they jump at it, for its magic holds the key to their dreams. But the spell has unintended consequences, and drags Everen - the last male dragon, who was once foretold to save his kind - into the human world. Trapped, and disguised as a human, Everen soon realises that the key to his destiny, and to regaining his true power, lies in Arcady. All he needs to do is convince one little thief to bond with him completely - body, mind, and soul - and then kill them . . . Yet the closer the two become, the greater the risk both their worlds will shatter.

#she who earned her wings #vaela denarr #micah iannandrea #the tea dragon festival #the tea dragon society #k. o'neill #dragonfall #l.r. lam #transfem #nonbinary #genderfluid #dragon books #trans book of the day #trans books #queer books #bookblr #booklr

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fr-likes-chocolate · 2 months

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The beginning

(Asks are welcome and appreciated!)

✺The nature of this world is unknown, not even the oldest of gods know the deep magic that resides within dark caves and thick forests, however it is rumored that a mysterious group know as the Watchers know all, watching from the shadows✺

All five of them had appeared in the same spot at the same moment, born as the universe began. Death, life, day, night, and chaos. Gods who symbolized the laws of the world. They, along with others were called old gods, gods who were attached to a fundamental law of the world.

These five were different from the other old gods, they looked similar to eachother and had appeared in the same place, even appearing to have a certain bond that the other gods did not have, Life suggested that they must be related to eachother in the same way that puppies from the same litter were related, the others agreed with him.

Hundreds upon thousands of years passed as they ruled peacefully. Death guided souls to the afterlife, his twin Life coaxed plants to grow. Day and Night traveled the world and chaos spread his influence throughout.

As new and more complex species emerged, more gods emerged too. These gods were different, they weren’t attached to laws of the universe like their predecessors, but rather attached to civilizations and their beliefs.

Along with the gods, came beings that were powerful but not god-like. They were divided into two groups, angelic beings and demonic forces. The angels ruled the skies and were often seen helping the pantheon of gods. Demons resided on and below the surface, with most either blending into society or becoming grim reapers, guiding lost souls down to the underworld.

No one knows exactly where demons and angels came from, some say they were the souls of animals that mortals cared for, while others thought of them to be memories of loved ones.

Eventually, Life caught sight of a certain angel and extended his hand to offer a seat by his side. The angel, named Skizzleman, gratefully accepted the position. Around the same time, the queen of demons came to Death with an interesting proposition, take this demon as one of your reapers. BadboyHalo is very powerful and will serve you well. Death agreed, welcoming the demon with open arms.

Years passed and soon problems arose, the new gods felt that the world no longer needed direction from gods who didn't depend on mortals. Of course the elder gods believed their younger counterparts to be too naive enough to solely rule the earth.

Unfortunately, the new gods outnumbered the old gods, and they had been experimenting with stealing the power of a god and transferring it to another, all they had to do was test if the process worked on old gods. They set their eyes on the twins, Life and Death, concocting a plan to catch them off guard.

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It was a bright morning as Death walked up the steps of the pantheon most new gods called home. He didn't know why they had asked for his presence, nor why he could not find his trusted right hand man, Bad.

Death heard a voice call up to him, his other half, Life, was just behind him. The two made idle chatter as they walked into the empty building.

Eventually, they ran into their respective right hand men. Skizz and Bad. Despite being called out to multiple times, neither responded to their gods.

The next few moments lasted an eternity, one second skizz and Bad drew their weapons, the next they were lunging, and the final had their weapons buried into the gods hearts.

Of course neither god died from the wound, but the shock of what happened caught them off guard long enough for the new gods to take their power.

As the two gods fell from their status as gods, the world stood still. How dare these new gods think they can just attack Death and Life without suffering consequences from their siblings! And yet for all ther efforts, they are simply outnumbered. First Day succumbed, then Chaos, and finally Night.

When word got out about what had happenes, the other old gods quietly hid themselves to keep from losing their powers as well.

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The angel and demon watched as the gods carried out the last of the rituals. The trance they had been under had long since passed and both simply quivered at the thought of what they had done. They had betrayed their masters, the ones they has sworn their lives to. The worst part was how the gods had congratulated them, as if they had any say in the matter.

“What have we done..?”

(I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!!! I now realize that I hate writing this stuff in a story-like format and will probably never do it again ;-;)

#bird siblings #philza #grian #jimmy solidarity #martyn inthelittlewood #pearlescentmoon #mcyt #mcyt au #ph1lza #solidaritygaming #skizzleman #badboyhalo #tw violence #worldbuilding

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x-masc-reader-galore · 7 months

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I’ve never really requested anything before and I don’t want to be doing this wrong but I would love if you wrote an Alastor x Fallen Angel reader? Reader being male or non binary is fine! Anyways the reader fell (or jumped) out of heaven and lands in a forest where Alastor gets his deer carcasses. He sees the reader and instantly becomes intrigued but doesn’t exactly walk up to them. He studies them for a while then finally decides to go up to them? The rest is practically up to you, both of them could instantly get along or take awhile to get along.

You don’t have to do this I just had an idea and wanted to share it and see it get written!

Ohhh this is a fun ask! I don’t want to rush things with Alastor, for I feel if he were to fall in love with someone, it would be a slow burn! This will just be the tip of the iceberg, but if a lot of you guys want more, I make a short series (probably 3-4 chapters) on ao3

Might be a bit ooc cause I can’t write alastor but I tried my earnest

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You were falling. That was the first thing you noticed once you came back to your senses. Your wings were cut off and you were covered in Golden Light! How fun. (Not fun.)

He maneuvered your body and soon noticed Hell coming extremely close.

“WAIT WAIT WAI-“ You screamed as you soon fell into a tree, then a bush, and then you rolled out onto the ground. It was a miracle that you hadn’t died right then and there.

Now, you thought you were alone in these woods, but, that was a stupid thought. You had a feeling that you were being stared at. And you were right!

The Radio Demon, or better known as Alastor was in the distance, about to kill off some poor dear for his dinner before he noticed you. Alastor then saw you falling from the sky, which amused him.

He watched you from afar and saw you stand. He examined you closely but stayed away. He wanted to figure out what he was dealing with first. He noticed the glowing light on your body, especially how it was seeping from your back where your wings were ripped off.

“How… interesting.” He spoke lowly, getting a little closer to you.

You heaved and cracked your back, which was, a terrible mistake to say the least. “HOLY FUCK.” You screamed out in pain as your back ached in pain. You kinda just wanted to curl up in a fetal position and crumble away to ash. What left was there now? You were in hell. Kinda the end of road, isn’t it?

Alastor couldn’t help but enjoy that scream of pain. He examined you for a few more minutes before walking up behind you and poking you in your back. Where your wings were ripped off. Where it hurt.

Yep. You definitely wanted to crawl into a hole and DIE.

“OW WHAT THE FUCK?!” You screamed and looked behind you, seeing Alastor tower of you and grin. “I swear to god.” Is all you said before you rubbed your eyes and looked away, “Gimmie a moment, I need to process this.”

“Oh no, I don’t think we have time for that.” Alastor hummed out, spinning you right back around, “Aren’t you interesting, looks like we have ourselves a fallen angel.” He twisted his cane and pointed it to you.

“I’ll shove that cane up your ass.” You threatened as you went to go grab at it which resulted in you getting fwacked in the head with it, “OW.”

You just couldn’t catch a break now, could you?

“Would you, my friend like to join the Hazbin Hotel? You look like you miss heaven.” Alastor spoke, watching you eye him suspiciously.

“How do you know that?” You asked a bit worried. “Oh, know everything..”

You sighed, “What is this.. Hazbin Hotel?” You asked, walking up closer to Alastor and examining him. “Oh, nothing but a sad, sad hotel for sinners alike to try and redeem themselves into heaven!”

You were skeptical, but you needed a place to go. “Fine. Lead the way, smiles.” You grumbled, and you two were soon off!

Alastor was definitely intrigued by you. Maybe he could try and get you to give him your soul, so you’d be one of his pets. The idea of that made him feel great.

Only time will tell.

#x male reader #x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor #x alastor #reader x alastor

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greyyson-but-no · 1 year

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saviour angel | c!tommyinnit

genre | big angst

pairing | c!tommyinnit x etheral!reader

warnings | massive suicide tw, height, angel-like character, mentions of loniless, basically just exiled!tommy era in his prime, shouting, mentions of limbo

word count | 1.5K

a/n | an oc i've had for a while on the dsmp, this is their one and only scene so i had to write it. hope you enjoy

you had been watching from above the whole time. watching as he and dream spoke, how dream had ruined him and then watched as he left. when he left the young boy on his own, indefinitely lonely until it all got too much. there was no room for opinions where you hailed from, but you couldn't help when the pure love for this boy leaked through, ruining your supposedly neutral grounds.

furthermore, you watched as the young boy gathered all the materials he could. took them from his chests, dug and mined some more, until he was sure it wad enough for the job. enough to make the irreparable damage stick. there was a hole of conflict hidden in his eyes as he did so, and whatever was inside of you ached for him.

he had no one left. there was no one to save him now and he knew that more than anything else. he knew that if he did this now, if he went through with his plan and left forever, no one would care. no one would be able to stop him and no one could even try to convince him not to. the young boy was even sure some would even cheer at the news that he was gone. he wouldn't have put it past them.

oh, but he didn't know about you. the boy had no clue that you had always looked down at him, always held a little more love for him than you did for the rest of them. you didn't know why. you were simply drawn to him, an unwavering opinion even when people proved he wasn't a good person. he tried. that was the most important thing.

when he started building up, you slowly made your way to the overworld. it wasn't often you went there, but this just couldn't be a vision. he had to see you for what you were and that was the only way you could convince him.

the boy started building at the edge of a forest, a while away from his camp and miles and miles away from the rest of them. that was the life of the exiled, and you were going to make sure it wouldn't end here. it wouldn't end by him jumping off a pillar, taking his last canon life and letting it all go to hell. he had a right to try and fight back, and there wasn't much harm to it all if he needed a little push for that. that's all it was. a little push to fight back.

when he ran out of blocks, high enough that he could barely see ground, you flew up to him. coming from afar and in the direction, so as not to scare him. the last thing you wanted was to scare him enough that he fell to death. though, that would probably grant you a good enough reason to resurrect him. he only would have been in his limbo for a few days, and then he'd be back. unlike the other one you refused to resurrect.

"tommy." your voice was faint. at first he wasn't sure you were even there but then he looked away from the distance ground, the place he was insistent on being his cause of death, and there you were.

dressed in white, red eyes glinting at him, brighter than the fires of hell but full of an emotional that wouldn't be found in the depths of any limbo or nether. you were an angel flying towards him, and somehow he knew you were his saviour. he didn't know how he knew but somehow you would be the thing to save him.

"wh-" he cleared his throat. "what are you?"

if he spread the message that there angels looking over them all, you would be in trouble, so you just shook your head. "don't do this, tommy."

"how are you here? how are you flying?" his hands shuffled at his sides, confusion in his furrowed brows as you looked at him with a small smile. "god, i must be hallucinating. am i really that out of it?"

you shook your head, softly calming him with a smile. "tommy, you aren't hallucinating. i've simply come to stop you from doing something stupid. which i can see you're already halfway doing."

tommy's eyes went ice cold, hardened and closed off, fists clenching at his sides as he looked away from the burning red of your own eyes. "there's nothing, no one left for me here anymore. i have no reason to stay here if I'm going to be exiled for the rest of my life."

"but if you end it all, you can never see your friends again."

"what friends?" he asked, slowly becoming unstable as he looked up at you again. you were expecting anger inside his eyes but you should have known better. tommy doesn't get angry often, and so instead there was just a pit of sadness, of loneliness that he didn't know how to fix. "tubbo betrayed me! he hated me now! and wilbur is dead! he's never coming back and there is nothing i can ever do about that!"

your eyebrows furrowed again, tilting your head slightly at him and slowly moving forward. "tubbo doesn't hate you, how could he ever hate you? you're his best friend."

"oh yeah and how do you know that? have you been watching over him as well?" he asked, not expecting your answer.

so you laughed a little, nodding your head. "yes. i watch over everyone here. i can't disclose what everyone does but just know that i always have and always will watch over and care for all of them."

"even dream?"

"it's my job."

"am i no one special then?" he asked, shoulders slouched in misery, eyes at he floor and dangerously glancing off the edge of the tower every now and again.

you shook your head, gliding even closer and hovering against the slide breeze. you could see that tommy was shivering a little in the wind, but could do nothing to help it. all you could do was get him down with two feet on the ground. "you're more special than you think, tommy. it was you that starting this choas, you're the one that started this story and you have the power to end it whether you believe it or not. i wouldn't stop anyone from killing themselves, from dying in general. i didn't stop phil from taking away wilbur's last life which means that you must be special. you have the power to take back this life that was ripped from you."

"i don't have the power. look at me. fucking look at me."

"there is potential. with the right people and the right resources, tommy, you could own everything. it's not impossible, you just need a push."

"you sound like wilbur."

you blinked, chuckling slightly and looking down at the ground for a second. "i have been told that the people i look over and tend to in their limbo start to rub off on me. this wouldn't be the first time."

"tend to in limbo?" he asked, now furrowing his own eyebrows as a million questions ran through his mind. "have you spoken to wilbur? actual wilbur?"

swallowing, you nodded. "part of my job is to care for those in the afterlife, including wilbur."

"h-" he cleared his throat. "how is he?"

"managing. that is as much as i can give."

"is he going to come back?"

you shrugged again, genuniely not knowing the answer, and not being able to give even an educated one. "maybe, but it depends. again, its not impossible. there are just a few things that needs to happen before. that is not me saying that it will."

tommy nodded, swallowing thickly and looking down at the ground again, mumbling something under his breath. "you really think i can do it?"

"of course."

there were a few moments of silence. you were wavering slightly against the breeze as tommy thickly breathed in and out. there was conflict in his eyes, but you knew he was weighing up the pros and cons, and you could see immediately when he had made his decision.

he looked up at you. "help me get down from here."

you smiled ad nodded, lifting a hand up and not even looking as the ground opened up slightly beneath you and filled with water. tommy looked down, partly fearful, partly in awe. "just jump. jump and you're safe."

"thank you." and he did. gracefully falling from the pillar that he had made and splashing down into the water below him. you followed him, gliding down to the ground and meeting him down there.

over the next few days you helped him. each morning he would find some more clothes on his bed, better armour in his chests and more materials to get himself back together. slowly you convinced others to help him and he was okay. tommy didn't kill himself and he would have a comeback. he decided he didn't want to rule everything, or own it, but at least he had a reason to live now. he didn't have a reason to end it all.

and now you had to get wilbur back to him. that was next on the list.

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