#the devil all the time imagines

[cardo-de-comer]

how do you live like this also i think the viewport view was quite nice :)

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hot Traffic Stop » Lee Bodecker

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: Your traffic stop turns into something hot.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, flirting, dirty talk, kissing, unprotected sex, rough sex, public sex, Sheriff kink, praise kink, size kink, degrading, handcuffs, spanking, hair pulling, naming calling (slut), pet names

A/N: This was inspired by my trip to the beach on Sunday. I seen a lot of hot cops and immediately thought of Lee Bodecker. Enjoy!

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You groaned when you seen red and blue lights flashing from behind you. You pulled over on the side of the road and rolled down your window, patiently waiting for the cop to tell you what you did wrong and give you a ticket. You glanced at your side view mirror to see the cop walking towards you. You couldn’t help but notice how hot he is, making you lick your lips.

“License and registration.” Lee says.

You gave him your license and registration. You checked him out as he was reading your information.

“Do you know why I pulled you over ma’am?” He asks, giving your license and registration back to you.

“No I don’t, Officer.” You answered.

“It’s Sheriff.” He politely corrects you. “You ran a stop sign back there.” He tells you.

“Oh I’m sorry, Sheriff.” You apologized. “I must’ve didn’t see it.” You say.

Lee noticed the way you pushed your breasts together with your upper arms to make your cleavage more presentable to him.

“Step out of the car.” He orders.

You obeyed his orders and got out of your car. You stood next to it, waiting for further instructions.

“Walk to my car.” He orders again.

You walked to his car and leaned against the front of it, waiting for more instructions.

“Arms out.” He orders once more.

You held your arms out and he began yo pat you down.

“Do you have anything on you that might poke me?” Lee asks.

“My nipples.” You answered cheekily, shaking your chest a little to make your breasts jiggle.

“Ma’am…” He warns.

“You asked and I answered.” You said. “Besides, you have something in your pants that might poke me.” You say, referring to the bulge in his pants.

“Ma’am, that’s highly inappropriate.” He says.

“Oh c’mon, Sheriff.” Your voice sounding seductive. “I’m just having some fun.” You say, biting your bottom lip.

You grasped his uniform shirt and stood on your tippy toes to kiss him sloppily. You pulled away from his lips, looking in his eyes that are now clouded with lust.

“Turn around and hands behind your back.” He orders.

You turned around and put your hands behind your back, facing his car. A tingle went through your body when you heard the clink of the handcuffs. He put the cool metal cuffs around your wrists and clicked them into place. Lee put his hand on the middle of your upper back and forcefully bent you over the hood of his car.

“Ooh, you like it rough, don’t ya, Sheriff?” You say cheekily.

A moan left your lips when his hand landed a harsh spank on your covered ass cheek. He kicked your legs apart before unbuttoning and unzipping your jean shorts. He pulled your shorts and panties down in one go, letting them pool around your feet. Your bare ass and wet pussy was now exposed to him.

Lee’s fingers rubbed in between your wet folds to your throbbing clit. You moaned and pushed yourself back against his hand. That earned you another smack on your ass, making you moan again.

“Since you’re acting like a little slut, I’ll treat you like one.” Lee says.

The sound of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his uniform pants made another tingle go through your body. Lee pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and stroked it a couple times before lining it at your pussy. He rubbed his cock in your slick before lining it at your entrance. A loud moan left your lips when Lee slid his whole cock in your pussy with no prep at all. You did your best to try to accommodate his size.

“Oh Sheriff!” You gasped. “Your cock is so big.” You say.

“You can take it. I bet you’re used to taking big cocks in this tight little pussy of yours.” He says degradingly.

Lee degrading you only made you want him more. He pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and slammed back inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth fell open at the feeling. Strings of moans left your lips. Lee got a good grip on your hips as he fucked you against the hood of his car.

You turned your head, looking over your shoulder at him. One of Lee’s hands left your hips and was placed on the back of your head, pushing it against the hood of his car and held it there. You could feel the warmth of it against your cheek.

“You could’ve gotten away with just a ticket, but you decided to be a little slut so this is your punishment.” Lee says.

His thrusts got faster after he said that. Lee picked up one of your legs and put it on the hood of his car so he could fuck you at a different angle.

“You know…” Lee groans. “Anyone could drive by at any given moment and see you getting fucked like a slut by the Sheriff.” He says.

The thought of someone driving by and seeing you getting fucked by the Sheriff turned you on more and made you want Lee even more.

The sun and Summer heat was beating down on the two of you. Sweat began to form on yours and his skin, making it even hotter than it already is for the two of you.

Lee’s hand that’s on the back of your head grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up so your back was against the front of his body. Your arms were trapped between your back and his stomach. His free hand left your hip and found its way to your jaw. He turned your head to the side and kissed you sloppily. Your lips parted just enough for him to slide his tongue in your mouth, exploring every part of your mouth.

He pulled away from your lips, leaving you breathless. He attached his lips to your neck, kissing along your sweaty skin. A gasp left your lips when his teeth bit down on your skin, hard enough to mark you up.

Your hands blindly felt for his button up shirt, clutching the fabric in your hands. You were so desperate to touch him, but you couldn’t do much with your arms handcuffed behind your back.

“Sheriff, please…” You whined. “Please let me touch you.” You begged desperately.

“I told you you’re getting punished. That means you can’t touch me.” Lee says.

You whined and huffed. That earned you a smack on your ass, making you yelp.

“Quit your fucking whining before I give you something to whine about.” He warns.

“Sorry, Sheriff.” You apologized with a pout.

“Good girl.” He praises.

His hands left your jaw and hair, finding their way to the bottom of your tank top. He pulled your tank top up above your breasts and pulled down your bra, exposing your breasts to him. His hands cupped your breasts, giving them a squeeze. His thumbs rubbed over your nipples before pinching them. A moan left your lips, along with your pussy clenching around his cock, making him moan. Lee did it again, earning the same reaction from you.

One of his hands traveled down your body, stopping on your clit and began rubbing it. His fingers worked fast on your clit, applying pressure on it. Your jaw dropped and your eyes fluttered shut. You tilted your head back against his shoulder, enjoying and loving the pleasure you were receiving from him.

Your legs started to shake from the amount of pleasure you were receiving from Lee. Lee wrapped his free arm around your waist, holding you against him and to keep you from falling. Your orgasm began to build up quickly. It felt like a rubber band was about to snap inside of you.

“I can feel you getting close, darling.” Lee almost whispers. “You gonna cum?” He asks.

“Mhmm, yes, Sheriff.” You moaned, nodding your head.

“That’s just too fucking bad.” He says.

“But I’m being a good girl!” You say with pout, trying to reason with him.

“Yes you are.” He confirms. “But you’re not cumming till I do.” He says.

You just pouted. Lee’s thrusts began to get sloppy, but he regained rhythm after a moment. His own orgasm began to build up the more your pussy squeezed around his cock. After a few more thrusts, he came inside of you, painting your walls.

“Cum for me, sweetheart.” He says breathlessly, rubbing your clit faster.

A high pitched moan left your lips as you came hard on his cock. His thrusts came to a slow stop. Both of you stood there, panting heavily. After a couple minutes, Lee pulled out of you and tucked his cock back inside of his boxers, zipping and buttoning his uniform pants and buckled his belt.

He took the keys of the handcuffs out of his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs and took them off of your wrists. There were red marks on your wrists from how tight the handcuffs were.

You pulled up your panties and shorts, zipping and buttoning them back up. You turned around to face Lee, waiting for him to give you a ticket so the two of you can be on your way.

“That was fun. We should do that again.” Lee says.

“Wait… you’re not giving me a ticket for running a stop sign?” You asked.

“Nope. Consider this a warning.” He says.

You smiled and walked back to car and Lee walked to the driver’s side of his car.

“If you ever want to do this again, you know where to find me.” Lee says before getting in his car and left.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[basil-does-arttt]

something something one of the reasons Nero went out of his way to stop the shit twins from killing eachother on the top of the Qliphoth - besides not wanting to lose his family 5 minutes after discovering them - being that he didn't want Dante to lose his brother like he lost Credo all those years ago

[waitimcomingtoo]

Fire Meet Gasoline

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Synopsis: when you see your ex boyfriend in public, you ask the closet stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend

Requested by @xtom-darling-x17

Masterlist

Arvin wasn’t one to offer help to people, much less a stranger, but you had caught his eye. He stood by his car after filling his tank with gas and watched you stare at the gas pumps with a puzzled look on your face. He had seen you pull into the gas station with such confidence, but that was all gone now that you had to pick the right pump to put in your car. Arvin debated driving away and letting you figure it out by yourself since after all, he didn’t even know you. But after watching you hesitantly reaching for the diesel for the third time, he decided to speak up.

“Need help miss?” He asked as he approached you. You stiffened up at the sound of his voice and took an instinctive step away from him.

“No. I’m fine, thanks.” You replied without looking at him.

“You sure about that?” Arvin asked as he watched you hesitantly pick up the diesel pump.

“Said I don’t need any help from the likes of you, all right?” You said again. “Just leave me alone and go on your way.”

“Sorry miss. Didn’t mean to trouble you. Just noticed you was putting diesel in your car, is all.” Arvin said and raised his hands in defense.

“Diesel?” You paused and looked down at the pump in your hands.

“Yeah, darling. That right there is diesel.”

“Psh. I knew that. I like diesel.” You lied and brought the pump over to your car.

“Oh, my bad. Didn’t know that. Can I ask if you also like your car blowing up?” Arvin asked sarcastically.

“Excuse me?”

“Diesel will clog your fuel system and keep the car from startin. If you push the gas pedal too much, whole car will burst in flames. Seen it happen right in front of me once. The guy barely made it out alive.”

“Oh.” You froze and looked down at the pump in your hands.

“Could help you out, if you like.” He offered again.

“No thank you. I said I was fine.” You repeated, in a kinder tone this time. Arvin nodded and took a step back as he watched you put the diesel pump back. You looked between the other two pumps for a minute before hesitantly grabbing the one in the middle.

“Um….” You hesitatingly looked to Arvin to see if you were about to make another fatal mistake. He shook his head and held up one finger to let you know you needed pump number one. You gave him a tight smile before putting back the pump in your hand and picking up the first one. You put the pump in your car and just stood there until Arvin put his hand over yours to squeeze the pump. You felt the gas flow out and looked at Arvin with an embarrassed smile.

“Thanks.” You said quietly.

“No problem, doll.” He chuckled and felt his face flush from how close you were.

“Sorry I was short with you before. I have a hard time trusting men sometimes.” You admitted without looking into his eyes.

“Yeah? Seems we have that in common.”

“I just didn’t know if you were gonna fill my car up and then try to get me to repay you or something.”

“Repay me?”

“You know. With a kiss or something.”

“Darling, I’m no gentlemen, but I’m no villain either. I’d never try and get you to do something you didn’t want to do. Just saw a pretty lady struggling and wanted to offer my help. That’s all.” Arvin assured you, and you felt yourself believing him.

“Oh. Well thats very nice of you. Sorry I was rude.”

“No need to be sorry. Got a sister back home and I hope she’s half as vigilant as you are. Can’t trust nobody in this town. Especially not the men.” Arvin said and looked around the gas station.

“Don’t I know it.” You sighed. Arvin noticed the sadness in your voice and gave you a long look. He hadn’t seen you around before, which was strange since he thought he knew everyone in town. You were awfully pretty and the fact that you were a little mean to him made him like you even more.

“My names Arvin, by the way.” He told you.

“Y/n.” You smiled warmly at him.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” He returned the smile.

“You too, Arvin. Thanks again for the lesson.” You replied. You finished pumping the gas in your car and watched as Arvin returned the pump so you would know what to do next time.

“I’m really smart, by the way.” You said after a beat of silence.

“Huh?” He laughed in surprise.

“I’m really smart. I’m a school teacher down by the church. I went to college too. And I was the top of my class.” You told him, adding something every time you thought of a different example of your intelligence.

“Is that so?” Arvin asked, still confused what point you were making.

“I’m just telling you this so you don’t think I’m some dumb damsel in distress. I’m usually very smart but my daddy used to fill my car for me and never taught me how. He said it wasn’t a lady’s job to do it.”

“Well where’s your daddy now? Cause somebody needs to stop you from blowing yourself up.” Arvin chuckled.

“He don’t speak to me no more.” You said quietly, making Arvin feel guilty for poking fun at you.

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.” He said sincerely.

“It’s fine. I know what to do now thanks to you.“

“It was no trouble, darling. And next time, use this pump. Stay away from the diesel.” Arvin said and tapped the correct pump.

“I will. Thank you.” You smiled at him before looking over his shoulder. Arvin watched the way your smile dropped and the color drained from your face.

“Oh shoot.” You whispered.

“What’s wrong? Look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Arvin frowned and looked over his shoulder to try to find what you were looking at.

“My ex boyfriends just pulled up.” You gulped and pointed. Arvin immediately felt curious to see what kind of guy you used to date to see if he had a chance with you. When he saw a man in a red and white pinstripe shirt and white pants coming out of a flashy car, he cracked an amused smile.

“That candy ass used to be your boyfriend?” Arvin couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hush. He’ll hear you.” You whispered desperately and tugged on Arvins shirt to get him to stand in front of you.

“How come he’s dressed like a candy cane?” Arvin genuinely asked as he used his body to block you from your ex boyfriends view.

“I mean it, Arvin. Hush up.” You whispered harshly.

“Whats got you so wound up, baby doll? Did he take the breakup hard or something?”

“Truth is, he used to beat up on me.” You admitted. “It took all the strength I had to leave him. If he sees me right now, I’m scared of what he might do to get me back.”

“He beat on you?” Arvin looked over his shoulder again and felt his hands ball into fists. He found your unwillingness to be seen funny before, but was furious now. He looked at your ex with a clenched jaw and took a protective step in front of you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be telling all this to a stranger.” You apologized, making Arvin look at you like you were crazy. He put his hands on your shoulders and rubbed up and down to try and calm you down.

“No, no it’s okay, darling. I don’t mind the story. Just mind the characters.” Arvin assured you before giving your ex another angry look. He didn’t want to lose his temper in front of you, but the thought of this pretentious guy beating up a school teacher was making his blood boil. He could feel his face getting hotter the longer he looked at your ex and the urge to beat him up got stronger.

“I know this is a little crazy to ask, but would you mind…” You started to ask but trailed off.

“Mind what?”

“Nothing. Forget it. Never mind.” You shook your head.

“Just ask me, darling. Worst I’ll say is no.”

“Would you mind doing something to make him think we’re together? Like kissing me or something?” You whispered through an embarrassed smile.

“Oh, so now you do want me to kiss you? I thought you were mean to me because you didn’t want me to try and kiss you.” Arvin smiled teasingly. He knew the gravity of the situation and was trying to calm you down a little so you wouldn’t be freaked out.

“I know what I said before.” You rolled your eyes. “But this is important. If he thinks I got a boyfriend, he’ll leave me alone.”

“I see. And you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?”

“Just until he’s gone.”

“I think I can manage that.” Arvin shrugged before pulling you into a kiss. He slipped and arm around your waist and pressed you against your car to kiss you, taking your breath away in the process. You didn’t feel time moving as you kissed him but did feel the fear leaving your body. After spending the last eight months thinking all love ever did was break and burn and end, you felt it begin again. When you pulled away, you looked into Arvins eyes, no longer feeling like he was a stranger.

“Well I’ll be. Didn’t think I’d be seeing you ever again, toots. What are you doing here?” Your ex asked, making you and Arvin jump in surprise. You’d been so engrossed in each other that you hadn’t heard him walk up. Arvin could feel you shaking so he tightened his grip on your waist and shifted his body weight forward in a threatening way.

“What are we doing here? At the gas station? Take a fat fucking guess, dip shit. We’re putting gas in her car.” Arvin scoffed and looked at your ex like it was ridiculous to ask. You let out a shocked laugh and turned your face to the side to try and hide it. Your ex noticed the way Arvins arm was around you and his eyes darkened.

“I’m sorry, who the hell is this?” He asked you, the anger in his voice giving you flashbacks to worse times.

“Arvin Russel. Y/n’s boyfriend. And you are?” Arvin asked and held out a hand. You could tell this bothered your ex to hear you had a new boyfriend and felt your power come back to you. His face turned white as he looked at Arvin in shock. You tightened your grip on Arvin and looked up at him with a loving smile to really sell your story.

“Chuck Greenwood.” Chuck said and hesitantly shook Arvins hand. Arvin made sure to squeeze Chucks hand hard enough to make it hurt as he shook it.

“I didn’t realize you had a boyfriend.” Chuck said to you as he pulled his hand away from Arvin.

“Well I do.” You shrugged and leaned in Arvin. Chucks eyes brewed with jealousy as he watched the two of you.

“I guess I would’ve known that if you ever answered my calls. Must be too busy moving on. Which you did pretty fast, one might say. Didn’t realize you were such a quick girl.” Chuck said in a condescending tone.

“Fuck you, Chuck.” You scoffed, taking everyone by surprise.

“What did you just say to me?” Chuck raised his voice.

“Believe she said fuck you, Chuck.” Arvin repeated with a shrug.

“Yeah. I did. I don’t answer your calls cause I don’t want to hear your nasty, agitating voice no more. And I moved on fast because I knew the entire time that I was with you that I wanted something better for myself. So as soon as I got away from you, I went and found better. And you don’t get to be mad about that.” You stated. You weren’t shaking anymore but Arvin still kept his arm securely around your waist.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Chuck growled and stepped up to you.

“You.” You said and shoved him back. Chuck stumbled back in surprise before clenching his fist. Arvin got ready to fight, but you were one step ahead of him. You grabbed the diesel pump and aimed it at Chuck like it was a gun. Chuck was immediately disarmed and held up his hands.

“You don’t scare me no more. Especially not when you’re dressed like a candy cane.” You said in a low voice. Arvin smiled proudly that you used his insult and leaned against your car to watch you.

“Now get lost before I spray you.” You added and held the pump up higher. Chuck ran away from you, tripping over his own feet before getting into his car to drive away.

“Where did that come from?” Arvin laughed in surprise once you were alone again.

“I have no idea. But it felt really good.” You smiled in excitement as you put the pump back.

“I bet it did. I’m proud of you, darlin. I hope you’re proud of yourself too.” Arvin smiled fondly at you.

“You know, I am. Thanks for your help, Arvin. I couldn’t have done that without you.”

“You’re very welcome, miss. But I think you could’ve gotten along without me just fine. What’s the story with him anyway?”

“He works at the mechanic shop my daddy owns. I don’t have any brothers so Chuck was like a son to him. Was even gonna pass down the family business to him. When I finally told my parents how he’d been treating me…”

“They took his side?” Arvin asked, hoping the answer was no. Instead, you gave him a sad smile and nodded your head.

“My parents said all men were like that. Told me to suck it up and marry him anyway so that we’d have someone to give the family business to once my daddy was gone.”

“I’m sorry, darling. That’s no fair. No fair at all.”

“I know. And that wasn’t even the end of it. When I told my daddy I broke up with Chuck, he told me he never wanted to see me again. Haven’t spoken to him since.” You said with a sad shrug. Arvin frowned and felt the urge to pull you into a hug and tell you everything would be okay. Since you were still pretty much strangers, he just put a hand on your shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“My daddy wasn’t a good man either. I know it hurts.” He said in a soft tone. You looked into Arvins eyes and could tell this was not an emotion he was used to exhibiting. You gave him an appreciative smile and put your hand over his.

“Something else we have in common then.” You smiled coyly.

“Maybe we should go out sometime. You know, see what else we have in common.” Arvin suggested as a blush painted his cheeks. You noticed this and felt your heart flutter in your chest. For the first time in a long time, you trusted someone new. You took a pen out of your pocketbook before taking Arvins hand and writing your number on his wrist.

“This is my number. I promise I’ll pick up.”

“I promise I’ll call.” He grinned as he read over the number.

“I should really get going. But it was very nice to meet you, Arvin.” You smiled warmly at him and unlocked your car. Arvin opened the door for you so that you could get in, convincing you further that giving him a chance was the right thing to do.

“Was nice to meet you too, doll.” Arvin smirked as he shut your car door for you. You gave him a wave and started your car before pulling away.

“Wait a minute.” Arvin called out and jogged after your car. You stopped the car and rolled down your window to look at him.

“Aren’t you gonna kiss your boyfriend goodbye?” He smiled coyly as he leaned down to your window. You playfully rolled your eyes at him before leaning out the window to kiss him. You knew it was crazy to be kissing a man you just met, even for the second time, but it felt right.

“Goodbye. I mean it this time.” You laughed and pulled away.

When you got home that night, your phone rang before you even had a chance to set your bag down. Your heart skipped a beat as you went over to answer it.

“Hello?” You said into the phone, hoping to hear Arvins voice again.

“Hey.” Arvin replied. “So am I gonna have to wait until the next time you need gas to see you or are you free tomorrow night?”

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[sapphicyanli]

the potential toxic rivalry yuri these two couldve went down the path to....both from low class....both have been underestimated by men....but sun ah seek revenge to the rich that had harmed them but jin joo instead trying to fix the system by becoming a judge....good god

[arthurtaylorlester]

so like do you ever think about john doe

[polarisbibliotheque]

Devil May Halloween - The Samhain Ritual - Dante's Path

Devil May Halloween 2023 - The Samhain Ritual, Dante's Path

Pairing: Dante x Reader Summary: It’s finally Halloween and, even if the demons are a lot more active this time of the year, that doesn’t stop you from going on hunts - the partying can be done later. Or… At least that was what you thought. Maybe Nero had pretty good reasons to worry about that job after all. Author's Notes: Fucking. Finally. It took forever, but here I have around 20 pages of a demon wanting to marry the reader and Dante going feral over it. Took me ALL THIS TIME to write and I do apologize, but SO MUCH has happened since October, I'm finally managing to get my life back on track. So heeeeeey, here we have Dante's part of the Halloween Special for 2023! Be sure to read the Prologue first to understand the road so far yes Supernatural fan right here and have fun!! But I do have to thank @furyeclipse - the idea came from an ask sent a thousand years ago and I've been reading her works on ao3 and that motivated™ me to write again! Be sure to check Fury's work over there!

Oh. And I highly recommend an AC/DC playlist while reading this. Just sayin'. We all know Dante is an AC/DC guy

Devil May Halloween 2023 – Dante’s Path

“You know, of all the things that could have happened to me as a hunter, getting into a forced marriage with a demon lord was the very last one I would’ve imagined.”

And you were definitely the only person in the world that could have made Kyrie laugh in a moment like that – at least, that was what she thought as she smiled for the first time since you both had stepped in that place.

It was desecrated ground, that was the reason why the demons chose such a place. An old cathedral, now turned into an abandoned set of ruins with a cemetery of forgotten souls in the back. Some stone walls still stood tall, but the roof was gone, along with some windows and part of its gothic architecture. The shroud of the darkest tones of night slowly crept over, having rows and sets of candles of all sizes as the only source of light beside the moon.

You and Kyrie were being kept in a secured room – the only with still four walls to hold you in, and a heavy set of crumbling wooden doors. You were handed wedding attires – white, as to demonstrate the purity of your human souls compared to demons – and shoved in there, forced to change before the ritual.

You tried to resist, but as soon as they threatened Kyrie, you had to abide. There was nothing you could do: you had promised Nero nothing would happen to her, and she was your weak spot that night.

“We will figure something out…” Kyrie murmured with a ghost of a smile on her soft lips, even if she didn’t carry too much hope in her heart. She knew that if you were alone, you would probably be fist-fighting demons with all your might to drag yourself out of that place, but with her by your side… She had never seen you so compliant.

“Hmmm. Yeah. I’m still trying to think of something.” You huffed, sitting by her side on a stone loveseat, having your elbows on your knees and your face cradled by your hands. “I feel naked without my stuff. So uncomfortable.”

Once again, Kyrie giggled. Indeed, it was probably the first time she ever saw you without your everyday clothes and specially without your weapons: be it your guns, your sword or even a pocketknife you carried around for emergency self-defense. She could only imagine how stripped you felt at that moment.

“Well, if it serves as consolation, this is definitely not my style.” She whispered in response, making you laugh immediately. Indeed, poor Kyrie looked like a princess covered in Chantilly. Too over-the-top for her, and you could say the same about your forced attire.

“Oh, what a mess we got ourselves into this time, huh…?” You still had that laugh in your lips, making Kyrie respond with a sad smile. “Though I bet Nero is going to die seeing you dressed as a bride.”

“He will never admit it.” Kyrie had to giggle with that mental image. She could almost see Nero standing in front of her, red as a tomato, stuttering while trying to maintain that nonchalant punk attitude he always tried to – even if Kyrie could easily see through all of that. “He does get all flustered whenever I’m wearing anything slightly bridal looking.”

“There you go. The hideous Chantilly wedding dress will have at least one good effect after all.” You sighed with a laugh, following Kyrie on her giggles as she blushed herself, happy to imagine that.

The moment wouldn’t last long, though, as you felt something shifting in the air. You immediately got up on your feet, keeping Kyrie safe and sound behind you. Her curious, scared eyes tried to pick up what was going on, but neither of you could see – you could just feel it.

With some fiery sparkles, one of the demons responsible for that mess materialized right in front of you.

“Well, well. It is good to see you are already prepared.” Horns and sharp features, but in the suit of a ruthless man – that was the best way you could describe the demon lords. They had the leathery wings, skin as rough as that of a lizard, eyes bright like flames in the dark – but something still carried the resemblance of a human being. They were tall – even taller than most doors – with sharp nails to be used as claws, fangs ready to tear throats apart. But they were built in the image of humans: something quite rare when it came to demons.

“Not out of our own free will – you shouldn’t be that pleased your minions managed to coerce us into these horrid things.” You pointed at your own attire, making Kyrie look up at you with tense eyes.

It was something she admired, to say the least. You could all look in the face of the most threatening of creatures and still manage to say something to taunt or belittle them. She wished she had that kind of courage.

“You do have a point, human.” The demon had a quick giggle in his voice, making you furrow your eyebrows slightly. It wasn’t every day one of those things would agree with your big mouth. “Come. I would very much like to speak with you.”

*

Oh. Demons and their teleportation shenanigans – to be quite honest, you hated it. Whenever you used any of their magic or even Vergil’s void thing from the Yamato, you always felt a little dizzy afterwards. It took you some quick seconds to make sense you were in what seemed to be the abandoned church’s library – in a room made of stones and rotten books, lit by decrepit candles and having just one usable table in a corner. The demon lords had clearly made that their own room for the day.

“It’s rare a demon wishes to talk.” You finally managed to say while the demon lord slowly walked towards his desk, having you in the middle of the room. Now Kyrie was alone and you had no idea what was going on with her – you had to play your cards well to see her alive again. “According to my experience, your kind prefers a bloodier approach.”

“I take it you haven’t met many demon lords then.” He had a nonchalant tone, waving his hand in disregard as he approached his desk and leaned into it, staring at you. “Nevertheless, that is more Orcus’ style.”

“Your little friend.”

“Al Pacino did play the devil once, didn’t he…?” The demon laughed in response and you did your best to cover up the shock that he understood your Scarface reference.

Movies and pop culture references with Dante were a given – the same way Vergil was an encyclopedia of forgotten and obscure texts, Dante was the go-to man when it came to movies, especially the classic ones. Making references and laughing with each other was something both of you cherished wholeheartedly – and you never thought a demon would get it.

Vergil never did – and he had to have spent some time with those guys in the last decades.

“Well, I don’t think you brought me down here just to talk about movies.” You crossed your arms, trying as much as you could to look tough in that attire. Which wasn’t going very well for you. “And it certainly wasn’t to properly ask for my hand in marriage.”

“Oh, no, no…” He answered with a laugh that crackled like fire – and you could easily see the amusement in his eyes. “I wanted to see what the son of Sparda saw in you… To bind himself to one of the weakest creatures known. Just like his father before him.”

“It’s not like Dante has married me, you know? We’re not like Eva and Sparda.” You raised one of your eyebrows. Something about that conversation was very… Weird. To put it mildly. “We’re not bonded like you want to do today. And on that note, I have to point out: marriages are quite religious. Aren’t you guys going to combust spontaneously trying to do something holy?”

“Oh, but you are bonded. He may not have chosen his father’s path, but his heart does not lie.” The demon had something quite mischievous in his eyes, and you were starting to notice the difference between him and Orcus: the second one was more of a brute, a lord of war so to speak – the one you were talking to, Erlach, was very cunning; but there was a glint of bloodthirstiness in the back of his eyes. That made him even more dangerous than you gave him credit for at first. “I shall never understand why Sparda did not wish to follow the ritual with his human. That would have made him so powerful, not even the most dangerous creatures in Hell would have dared to slaughter his family. A shame really.” He tossed aside a charred painting of Sparda and Eva: old, barely holding itself together, but still clearly depicting the couple holding hands and smiling to whoever decided to look upon them. “We do have our own rituals – and demons are no strangers to marriages. It has another name in Hell, though, it is a binding ritual: where souls connect and one can be made more from the other’s power.”

“Oh. So the other just accepts it’s going to be a puny little thing beside their partner? Sounds more like slavery to me.” You wouldn’t give the demon the benefit of the doubt nor make it all sound so wonderful. Anything related to devils always had a catch – and that had to be the catch to their own twisted version of a ‘marriage’.

And in all honesty, you weren’t looking forward to be made a slave to a demon lord.

“Some creatures enjoy that.” And the smile that covered Erlach’s lips could be only considered devilish. You did your best not to look like you were agreeing – even if you knew, deep down, that yes, some people did enjoy that. “Every con has its pro. With the binding and forfeit of power, comes protection and status. Few would want to desecrate the partner of a powerful demon – it could easily be the last thing they would do.”

“if I am bonded to Dante, then, I wonder why would someone like you decide to mess with the chosen partner of the son of Sparda.” Now you had a small smile hidden in the corner of your lips, slightly raising your head in hubris. You wouldn’t lie: the status you got from him among demons was always very welcome. “Not that I really need him to help me. If I had my weapons, you would all be laying on the floor in a pool of your own blood – and I’d be home celebrating Halloween with him.”

Erlach stared into your eyes for a good four seconds before opening a threatening smile with his sharp fangs. His own eyes burned like fire, but you never let his gaze go – it wasn’t in you to be scared by the likes of him. You had seen worse, you had fought worse… And only you knew how threatening Dante’s eyes could look when he was half asleep in a nightmare of his young years with you trying to wake him up so he could have some peace. That was worse than any demon you could ever face.

“Indeed, that is why I needed some leverage against you.” He waved his hand nonchalantly towards the door and you immediately understood he was talking about Kyrie. “It was never my intention to allow Orcus to bond to some creature as powerful as mine… But I did not knew the extent of your powers, so I needed something to keep you in line. Luckily, Sparda’s grandson is not as attuned to powerful partners as Sparda’s children.”

You furrowed your brows. Whenever you talked between the members of the crew, there was a tacit agreement Kyrie was indeed the most powerful of all – for her ability to love openly, to cry, to be vulnerable and to care with such an open heart.

But those abilities were inherently human – and appreciated in humans rather than demons. In the human point of view, Kyrie was stronger than all of you together, and no one could argue against that. But in the demonic point of view… You and Lady were top of the list when it came to being able to take demons in a fair fight.

But you… You had Dante’s heart.

“It was part of our bargain. But I would never allow Orcus to bind to the most powerful of partners, would I?” Again, that smile painted his lips. You remained in the middle of the room, holding his gaze, not even flinching as he approached you. “I must admit, though, I never thought you would have this… Fire.”

As Erlach stopped with a few inches from your own face, you didn’t recoil. You remained with your arms crossed, standing as tall as you could in front of that huge demon lord as his fiery eyes just stared deeply into yours – and you stared back.

But you sensed something… Different. In his words, in his gaze. You wanted to furrow your brows as you were slowly coming to realize something, but you did your best to remain as proud and emotionless as you could – and Erlach took note of that. A pleasurable note.

“I can see what the son of Sparda saw in you.” That devilish smile colored his lips once more as the demon took another step towards you. It took you a great amount of willpower not to step back. You would never step back. “When demons bind with demons, it is one sort of marriage. When demons bind with humans, on Samhein, with the correct ritual… Well, it is a very different thing. A kind of binding never seen before – and never attempted, not even by Sparda.” Erlach approached with another step, making you raise your head even higher. Every fiber of your being wanted to scream Dante’s name and watch your red devil storm inside that room and suplex Erlach face first on the floor – as he deserved. The demon lord, though, offered one hand to you, palm facing up. “At first, I targeted you for Dante would not take a weakling as a partner, but now… I am more than inclined to take you as mine. With me, you would have the protection and status of royalty in Hell. We can take over entire worlds. And they would all be mine and yours to rule.” You just kept staring at him as Erlach’s fiery eyes stared even more deeply into yours. “You just have to say yes.”

To say your head was spinning was an understatement. What a wild ride that night was becoming – and something inside you stirred, telling you it would become even wilder. Were you reading his words right…? His gestures…? Not that Erlach was being subtle about it, he was being as blunt as his kind could be, but… Were you going crazy? You were, probably. That was a more plausible explanation than what you had to admit yourself – than what you were living right at that moment.

“If you think I’d give up Dante for power, then you can see nothing he saw in me.” You spat back, still holding your head high. “You are just as clueless as the rest of your kind.”

Erlach laughed back – not a laugh of an evil demon as you were used to, but one of delight. He… Enjoyed your answer…?

“The more you speak, the more I see.” He finally chuckled, stepping back after one last stare. “And I will see you later.”

With a snap of his fingers, you were back to the cold, abandoned crypt you and Kyrie were being held hostages. As your dizziness faded and you came back to reality, you saw her holding one of your hands, checking if you were ok with one of her palms on your forehead. Even if you didn’t feel lightheaded anymore, your mind was still troubled – and you had to sit down on the stone loveseat you shared with Kyrie earlier.

“Are you ok, y/n? What happened?” She sat by your side, big hazelnut eyes staring at you with warmth and humanity – so much different from the fiery pit of Erlach’s eyes. So much more welcoming and cozier. So much more like home. You would’ve hugged her if you weren’t so disoriented. “Y/n. What did he do to you? What happened?!”

“I think…” You finally managed to put into words what just happened – even if you didn’t want to say what you thought out loud. It seemed that by saying it, a sort of magic would make it become true. “I think… A demon lord just fell in love with me.”

You and Kyrie just stared at each other in horror, not even knowing what to say.

“What the hell…?!”

And Kyrie finally managed to put into words what you had been thinking the whole time.

*

“Fuckin’ hell…”

Nico just stared at Lady as Dante growled while mounting on his bike.

To be fair, Nico wasn’t the safest person to be behind a wheel, even more in a dire situation like that with Nero by her side looking like he was about to bite ankles and throw punches – but something about Dante looking like he was about to burst into flames while viciously riding the Cavaliere and growling in a half-distorted demon voice was enough to get the gunsmith ever so slightly… Concerned.

“Everything ok there, Dante, or do we need to take you in the van?” Lady screamed out her window, while Nico hoped the bright red glint in Dante’s eyes was only her imagination. “You look like you wanna beat me in a race! We hunt demons to save humans, not run them over, you know?”

“Eh, demon spidey-sense is tinglin’, Lady! That’s no good!” Dante screamed back, doing his best to keep the demonic part of his voice repressed inside his chest. He would have more than enough opportunities to let that explode. “Y/n is unsafe. I can feel it. And I…” With that, Dante drove to the back of the van because of a narrowing road, only to come back a few seconds later. “Don’t…” Another interruption for Dante not to run over a citizen cluelessly crossing the street and almost being run over by Nico. “Like it!”

His last phrase couldn’t keep the distortion in anymore and it sounded like a deep roar that came out of his chest like fire. Trish could already see the fangs in his bared teeth: those demons were in for the fight of a lifetime, for everyone knew making Dante’s lover feel unsafe was one of the worst sins in the Sparda dictionary.

Nico opened her mouth to talk to Nero – because, maybe, he could beat some sense into his uncle’s head, given they had the very same heritage – but for the first time she just put the cigarette between her lips and decided to shut up.

She was still getting used to Nero’s new trigger, so the halfway-into-turning state was something Nico didn’t really know how to deal with. By this point, Nero’s nails were definitely claws and his fangs were very much similar to Dante’s. He was fidgeting everywhere, messing with Blue Rose, as if something was really wrong with the gun and he had to fix it – a thousand fucking times. Nico could also swear his eyes were starting to glow with an inhumane gold tinge and that was very alien to her.

“Hey, kid! What about your spidey-sense tingling? Anything new?” Luckily for Nico, she had Trish around – and that woman was a pure devil, so there were very few things she feared. They all knew Nero was getting used to his own new powers, so Trish always decided to stay around and lend a hand whenever Nero had to go through something emotionally heavy – she knew it herself that demon instinct always came crashing like a wild wave whenever emotions were running high.

“Eh, she’s not good too, Trish. Worried as heck, I can feel it.” Nero mumbled under his breath, fixing the barrels of the Blue Rose for the tenth time, probably – not even needing to mention he was talking about Kyrie. With a click, the gun cocked back to its original state and Nero turned his now slightly golden aquamarine eyes to the devil leaning on his seat. “And I don’t like it either. Not at fucking all.”

Nico had to say, it always sent shivers down her spine when Nero spoke with his demonic voice like that. She was used to him being her goofy sort of brother, bickering with her down the road and tossing over-the-top, smart mouthed taunts to demons. Hearing him like that was… Something else. And Nico didn’t like it that much as well.

*

The last time you felt unsafe seemed like a whole lifetime ago.

You tried to control your hands as they wanted to start shaking – but you kept telling yourself you needed to keep Kyrie safe. After all, you were the devil hunter, not her. Kyrie could kill every single one in the crew with kindness, but not those devils… Those had to be killed with blades and gunpowder.

Being with Dante had given you something you never really had before, and just now you noticed it was tied to your red devil: safety. Even if he wasn’t around physically, you could always count on the fact that Dante, son of Sparda, Crimson Slayer, would bend Hell itself around his will to keep you from any kind of harm. It had never downed on you because, up until that point, that was a given.

Today, Halloween of all days, was a little more complicated. Dante wasn’t around, the whole ritual was bound to have some heavy magic to keep him at bay, you were completely unarmed and the demons you were up against were another kind – not the stupid, belligerent type you handled almost on a daily basis; no, those were smart, cunning and dangerous.

To top all of that, you had Kyrie on your side. If you were alone, you’d probably already be trying some unhinged escape attempts, but they were so smart on deciding to kidnap her as well. She was your weak spot on that situation and the fact that you felt unsafe and couldn’t do your best to protect her, only highlighted the fear you started to feel creeping up at the base of your stomach.

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, the only thing that could at least try to calm your nerves was to imagine being back in Dante’s arms, at the Devil May Cry, the smell of warm pizza around and him humming some old tunes you both loved. That was home. That was your haven. Dante was your refuge, keeping you secure from every evil thing that could attack you in this world, and he wasn’t there.

For a split second, you wondered if he could feel how much your heart was aching – screaming with all its might in the hopes he would hear its call.

Suddenly, two demons entered the room you and Kyrie were being held. They didn’t have to say much: with swords pointed at both of you and the heavy doors wide open, you knew it was time. Knowing you had to calm your nerves so at least she could have a chance to escape, you got up and calmly walked in front of Kyrie – head high and staring those demons right back in their eyes.

“Everything will be ok.” You murmured back over your shoulder, knowing Kyrie would listen. “If you find a safe chance to run, do it and don’t look back. I can handle them better alone.”

You felt Kyrie’s soft hands brushing on one of yours, her voice nothing but a whisper. “Don’t put yourself in danger, y/n. I don’t wanna run without you.”

You closed your eyes, chuckling a little in silence. She was indeed an angel among so many demons – including all of you in the crew. “Oh, Kyrie. You have to learn… The whole crew would die for you, don’t you know that already…?” And even if your words weren’t the kindest, you had the sweetest tone in your voice – saying nothing but the truth. “You run. It’ll take more than a few demons to bring me down.”

Kyrie knew you were lying only to make her feel safer – there was a tinge of bitterness in your sweetness, a slight glint of sadness in your eyes. Those were more than a few demons, and both of you knew it.

She could only sigh in response and confirm with her head. You and Dante were bittersweetly so alike: always lying and pretending nothing was too serious, putting yourselves on the line for those you loved, trying to make them stop worrying while you were both ready to walk right into certain death. She had seen how angry you got every time he tried to pull something like that on you – and Kyrie had to smile even if a little bit upon realizing how similar you and your lover were, even if you hated when he did that.

Both of your thoughts had to be violently changed and brought back to the present moment when the time came to enter what one day was a beautiful, untarnished cathedral. The imposing gothic architecture was in shambles, the stars shining clearly in the deep night sky above your heads – the high peaks of the cathedral long gone. A long tapestry on the ground, torn apart and eaten by parasites, lead the way in a dirty blood red to the middle of the aisle, where a grandiose bonfire stood and lit none other than your groom.

That was definitely not the devil you had intended to marry if you ever walked down the aisle. Also, you always thought if you ever married Dante, the ceremony would be in the Devil May Cry: you would enter the shop, dressed in your best hunting clothes – maybe something leather, carefully picked by Trish to make you even more mesmerizing – watching Dante smiling at you, leaning on his desk, arms crossed and love pouring from his eyes.

That was the perfect marriage for you alright. And leaving for a quick honeymoon with your red devil, riding on the Cavaliere, a few cans tied to it with a “just married” sign on the back, waving at the crew at the door of the shop while Dante made the motorcycle burn the road with its demonic power? More than perfect.

“You shall enter first. The other human stays until your ritual is performed.” One of the demons held Kyrie hostage, pointing your way down the derelict aisle. Her eyes were filled with fear, and you couldn’t do anything but comply.

Holding your head high, you walked down the damned aisle. Not like a perfect fiancé, but like a wronged force of nature, just waiting for the right time to unleash your fury against all those demons. You were wearing those ridiculous clothes, on that ridiculous place, while demons started chanting and playing a song for the demonic ritual that had just started, stripped of your guns, blades and clothes.

To say you wanted to sucker punch Erlach on his face until his sharp teeth fell out was an understatement.

And yet, he had nothing but admiration and fire in his eyes for you. The more you approached, the more he smiled, offering you his hand as you were getting closer and closer – you refused to take it, standing in front of him just like you did when he first talked to you.

“You know, the kidnapping and taking my gear away, I could forgive. But these clothes…?” You pointed down at that hideous thing that was forced to you. “You could’ve done better. A lot better.”

“I judged you by all the mortals I’ve ever met – and now I realize I shouldn’t have done so. Do apologize, exquisite creature.” And Erlach answered your insult with a delighted distorted laugh. You just remained there, looking like you had just stuck a flip flop into a toaster, not knowing what to do. It seemed that the more you tried to repel him, the more Erlach liked you. “But rituals shouldn’t be taken lightly. One should wear the proper attire.”

“To think a demon would’ve dressed his counterpart a lot better and risqué than this…” You sighed, pushing all those ruffles away from your face as he, once more, tried to take your hand and guide you to approach the bonfire. “I thought this was going to be a dual wedding. Where’s your friend?”

“Orcus can try to pull off his ritual after I’m done with mine.” Erlach had a devilish smile pulling his lips up in a distorted line. It was a little… Unsettling. “We… Agreed such a powerful ritual should be done one at a time.”

“Huh. That’ll be before or after you kill him?” You had one eyebrow lifted and Erlach laughed with joy in his voice, now finally forcing you to walk with him towards the bonfire. “You got quite the silver tongue to convince him you’re gonna let him go through with his ritual with his head still on his shoulders.”

“Oh, my dear, you have no idea.” Erlach forced you to spin around and look deep into his eyes, holding you by both of your arms in an iron clasp you couldn’t break away easily without your weapons. “You are very welcome to discover soon enough. I am mesmerized with your cunning and wit – so much better than all those pitiful uninspired creatures I have to live with every day. We will be quite a pair, sweet temptation.”

That admiration was there, that fire burning in his eyes, and… Lust…?! You had to contain a shiver of pure terror thinking a creature like that lusted for you. It wasn’t necessarily his appearance – you did find Dante one hell of a piece of temptation in whatever form he was, be it human, Devil Trigger or even his Sin Devil Trigger – but his soul. Erlach lacked the very thing that made you fall madly and hopelessly for Dante: his golden heart, his gentle soul, his kind eyes and his unapologetic humanity.

That was why it didn’t matter how Dante looked like: you would always fall in love with him. Even if he was just a piece of rock with googly eyes laying on his desk, you would love that rock with all your heart.

“What if I refuse to be your pair?” You had one of your eyebrows raised, trying to hide the fear creeping at the base of your stomach. “As far as I know, all marriages require a resounding yes from both parts. What are you gonna do? Torture me?”

“As tempting as that sounds…” And even if you didn’t show it, your blood certainly froze in your veins for a second. “I fear you would take a very long time to break under such circumstances. The Son of Sparda chose you for your brave heart and hardened soul, I can see that now. Luckily for demonic rituals, the sacrifices don’t need to consent.”

“Oh. I thought I was more than just a disposable piece of meat. I’m hurt.” Masking your fear with jokes and taunts, you had learned that with the very best. Dante had all the blame for that.

“Don’t be, my creature.” Erlach’s words were laced with a laugh while he took a ceremonial dagger from an altar nearby. “That is how humans are usually named in our rituals. You will remain alive, or else, it doesn’t work. I do need your blood… A reasonable amount, but nothing lethal.”

His hand clasped your wrist with a tight grip you couldn’t break from. Your heart started beating faster and faster, as you looked around trying to find Kyrie – crossing her terrified eyes as she watched from the distance, close to the entrance where once was a door, fearing for your life. You wanted to mutter some soothing words for her, but not even you could lie that much: your survival instincts kicked in and your adrenaline spiked. It was now or never, but you had to escape.

Erlach held your arm above a bowl made of pure gold, now darkened with time and stained with all the sacrifices it contained. He spoke some words in demonic language, while the chanting got even more intense – some things you could understand, but the others were lost as your mind became hazy with trying to think what to do.

It was a surprise to all – you closed your free hand in a fist and did exactly what you wanted to do since you saw that hideous thing you were wearing: sucker punch that conceited demon right on his face.

Erlach was taken aback for a moment, looking back at you with confused eyes. Seizing his distraction, you disarmed him and took the ceremonial dagger to yourself, cutting his hand that held your wrist and demanding him to let you go. Erlach stumbled back in awe, while you took a fighting stance with the dagger in your hand, ready to kill – but not ready to get married.

And he smiled.

“Such fire…!” To say Erlach was ecstatic was an underestimation. “My creature… What are you going to do with that?” And he took a predator stance, as both of you studied your options in that fight.

If you could look back at Kyrie, you would see her smiling and supporting you as much as she could. To say she admired you, was to say you only liked Dante.

“I am going to kill every single demon in this cathedral… Including you.” Pointing the dagger at Erlach, it was your turn to allow a devilish smile to cover your lips. “Then, I’m taking my friend back home. Back into the arms of the only devil I will ever love. Back to Dante.”

As you spoke, you didn’t even hear a ragged guitar faintly playing in the background – and approaching ominously. The only thing you had in mind was a tunnel focus on Erlach, ready to tear him apart as soon as he got close to you.

“Oh, I will enjoy that, my creature. And I might even need to get rid of Dante myself.” As soon as he finished his sentence, though, you scoffed in a laughter of pure mockery.

“Now that, you would try. Dante is so much more than you will ever be – he will reduce you to ashes with a single stare. That’s how pitiful you are compared to him, Erlach.” As your words poured, you couldn’t stop laughing at how he looked slightly insulted. Fucking finally. “And I gotta say, that’s not the only thing Dante is really good at. He does burn like fire.”

“I will enjoy subduing you.” Erlach growled, baring his teeth. Now you managed to piss him off.

“I will enjoy watching you try.” You wouldn’t allow him too much time to think: spinning the blade in your hand for a better grip, you finally tried to stab him with a swift attack – but he easily dodged as you got even angrier at that ridiculous clothing you were wearing. Those frills and terrible fabric made your movement a lot debilitated.

You tried a few other attacks as Erlach dodged and started smiling again, enjoying every bit of it – starting to even try a few attacks, while you blocked with the dagger. It was all too fast… At the same pace of the guitar that now echoed loudly, with a very familiar song approaching the chorus.

“Now, my creature.” Erlach held your hand with the dagger when you tried another stab. Even if you were resisting, it was more entertaining than anything else: you needed your gear. He pulled you closer to him, even if you tried to stay away as much as you could. “It’s time to stop the fun. We can do this after the ritual.”

Before any of you could do anything else, the guitar finally arrived – with the screeching of what seemed a thousand tires, the smell of gasoline and the sound of a shot from a gun you knew so well.

Said shot hit the dagger, making it shatter into a thousand little pieces in your hand, causing Erlach to let go of you in a reflex – while AC/DC’s vocalist screamed he would shoot to thrill, play to kill.

“Well, I think we’re all ready for the afterparty, aren’t we, hot stuff?”

Dante had entered down the aisle with Cavaliere screeching, leaving a trail of fire behind him, stopping right in the middle to shoot that ceremonial dagger into oblivion. The smoke was still fresh on the barrel of his gun, while he had one foot on the ground, still mounted on his motorcycle, smirking at you with that gorgeous smile that, today, you wanted to kiss out of his mouth with so much passion the crew would probably have to throw a whole bucket of water on both of you to put out the fire.

And, right behind him, Nico crashed what was left of the cathedral’s door while blasting AC/DC’s Shoot to Thrill because she would be damned if she didn’t put a good soundtrack for that moment. You could see her smiling behind the wheel, supporting every single bit of Dante’s antics.

The smile that painted your lips – a broad one, mixed with thrill and relief – was everything Dante wanted to see. That was all the confirmation he needed to know that pull in his chest was actually your heart desperately calling for him to help.

“Ya know, I could forgive the kidnapping, you got one hell of a devil hunter in your hands to deal with…” Dante now let go of Cavaliere, leaving it in the middle of the cathedral, walking down the aisle with the sassy walk you always loved to see – moving his hips and opening his arms, taunting with a pretended carefree attitude. The distortion in his voice, sharp teeth and claws betrayed his words, though – and you couldn’t be happier. “But what’s the deal with those clothes?!”

“Exactly.” You smiled back, sighing as if someone there finally understood you. Erlach just looked at you and back at Dante trying to contain his surprise – it wasn’t possible you were synchronized in even that. “I can barely move, how am I supposed to kick his ass?”

“I can help ya with that, pretty eyes.” Dante’s voice now became darker, leaning even further into his Devil Trigger. For a split second, you could swear you saw his demonic form taking over before Dante appeared again. His eyes were almost entirely taken by red, his hand already gripping the hilt of Rebellion. “But I gotta deal with a few of these clowns first.”

“I’m not going anywhere, hot stuff.” You had the proudest of smiles on your lips as the demons started to approach, ready to fight your red devil. “Show them what a real party looks like.”

“Ya don’t have to ask twice!”

“What are you all waiting for?!” As soon as Erlach screamed, the demons ran towards Dante as a pack of rabid creatures, ready to take his blood. Erlach smiled with pride as they surrounded the Crimson Slayer, already pouncing to take a bite – there was no way a hybrid could take so many demons at once in a fight.

Looking at the crew’s van, you managed to see Lady leaning by the vehicle, watching it all with excitement but refusing to get into the fight. You almost laughed upon seeing Trish holding Nero’s jacket while he tried to let himself go from her iron tight grip, probably saying he should be in the fight too – but his eyes weren’t locked on Dante or the swarming demons: Nero was looking for Kyrie.

And you would’ve done the same, finally questioning yourself where they were keeping her after all that confusion took over the ritual. Nero could very well let himself go of Trish, but everyone knew he had his own priority – a priority you couldn’t find, and that fact started worrying you.

You would have given that a better thought if a sudden fiery explosion hadn’t sent demons flying around the cathedral like fireworks. Dante’s Devil Trigger was on, but not his normal one… It was his Sin Devil Trigger in all his demonic glory, with leathery wings hovering him from the floor and Devil Sword Dante burning like fire in his hands.

To say that would be a slaughter… Again, would be putting it lightly. With the masterfully chosen soundtrack by Nico blasting on the background, Dante single handedly slayed all the demons that decided to cross between you and him. You risked a side look to Erlach, only to find the demon astonished by Dante’s form and power – and you couldn’t resist. You leaned on the altar next to you, with a matter-of-fact look in your eyes.

“He usually has this effect on people… And demons.” You had to say it. You just couldn’t refrain from taunting and annoying that silly devil who forced you to wear those terrible wedding clothes.

With the Devil Sword Dante dripping blood, the son of Sparda approached as he slayed all the demons that tried to fight. Dante was a frightening powerhouse – usually terrifying, but today even more… After all, the human he loved most in all dimensions was kidnapped by a conceited demon who thought he would have the chance to bind his beloved in a marriage ritual without their consent. Dante was beyond angry.

“It will only be an obstacle, then.” Erlach turned his eyes back to you. “Don’t think for a second I gave up, my creature. If I have to kill the son of Sparda, I will do so – with the power you will grant me with your blood.”

Once again, the demon held your arm – but this time, digging the nails into your skin, making you scream with the sudden pain. That made Dante immediately turn to you, being hit as well and inundating the cathedral with the smell of the blood of Sparda. His fighting became sloppy as he tried to approach you even faster – but it also became even more vicious.

Erlach dragged you back to the sacrificial bowl, as you tried to get away. Even with your fighting, your limited movements weren’t helping too much. As he extended your arm above the bowl, you managed to see – behind him, in the distance, covered in shadows – Orcus holding Kyrie hostage, searching everywhere for a breech so he could finish his ritual before Erlach.

“Nero! Kyrie is over there! Go kick his ass, kid!” You screamed while fighting so Erlach couldn’t drip your blood into the bowl. Yes, he needed more than a few drops from the gashes from his claws – but he could make them bigger once you were in a decent position. And you didn’t want to give him that.

“Kyrie! I’m coming for you!” And finally, after his aquamarine eyes found Kyrie’s plea for help, Nero did let go of Trish with ease – and the she-devil didn’t even try to hold him back. With just a smile on her face, the woman looked back at Lady and they knew it was time to intervene now that both of you were located and they wouldn’t risk any of your lives.

Amidst all that, with Dante literally burning his way towards you while being held back by three demons, a few invisible cuts made them fall apart and gush blood all over the floor. Vergil entered the cathedral, while carrying an old book you saw at Erlach’s office earlier that night – the book with all the ancient, and most forbidden, devilish incantations.

“Go on, Dante. I’ll take it from here.” Vergil barely looked at the demons he was fighting with: holding the book with one hand and being assisted by summoned swords, he only needed a few well placed judgement cuts to get rid of all those nuisances.

Dante didn’t even think twice after hearing his brother’s words. Marching down the aisle, he approached you and Erlach like a death omen – his demonic form in his ultimate Devil Trigger was enough to inspire respect even in the upper echelon of Hell.

And you had to say, you were proud of that.

“Let y/n go, Erlach.” As Dante commanded, you couldn’t fail to notice his voice was slightly… Different. The more he approached, the more his voice sounded less distorted and more human. “Ya know, for a demon with such a pretentious plan, you’d think you’d put up more of a difficult fight.” And when Dante stopped right in front of the altar between you both, he was completely human – looking at you with the sky blue eyes you loved so much. “I’m barely breakin’ a sweat.”

If Erlach’s claws weren’t deep into your skin, you would’ve locked your arms around his neck already, taking in his scent and calming down your heart. Yes, Dante would be smelling of gunpowder, blood and sweat, but that was still his scent. It was enough to make you feel secure again.

“Indeed. I underestimated you.” Erlach’s claws dug out of your skin, making you retreat quickly. You managed to see a little commotion where Kyrie and Nero were before, but with everything that was happening, you couldn’t quite make the moment where Orcus was nowhere to be seen – all you could be sure was that Kyrie was safe, back into Nero’s arms. And that was enough. “It seems like the blood of Sparda still thrives to this day.”

“Yeah, yeah, daddy’s blood and all that…” Dante rolled his eyes, shooting near Erlach’s feet. The demon jumped back, farther away from you – and that made you smile. “Spit it out, spook. How did you find out ‘bout the ritual? Where did ya get that book?”

“Apparently you never heard of a library. On that aspect, I win, my creature.” Erlach still had that weird admiration in his eyes for you, making you wince. You never gave him a single reason to like you. Demons had to be masochist creatures.

“Oh, I heard about those alright. It just so happens my brother here has spent a very long vacation time in Hell and lemme tell ya…” With those words, Dante finally took Erlach by his neck, leaning the demon over the sacrificial bowl and touching the blade of Rebellion on his neck. Dante usually didn’t get that feral… But Erlach had tried him a little bit too much that night. “He doesn’t have very nice words about you and your little friends. Those rituals aren’t well known in detail. Something gave you that book. Who?”

It wasn’t a side of Dante you liked to see, but, when dealing with those kinds of demons, it was a necessary one. Erlach, as far as you could tell, wasn’t just your dumb daily demon – he was in the upper echelon. And said echelon only became worse the higher the rank.

“You would love to know, wouldn’t you?” Erlach laughed even if the sword already started to nick some blood out of his thick demonic skin. “You will have to let me go to get your answer. If you don’t, no deal.”

You closed your eyes, sighing. Erlach was the deal kind of demon. And it was always a slippery slope with those silver tongue devils.

Dante knew that as well. His heart screamed at him to kill Erlach and let his blood run over the floor of the cathedral – to take you home safely and let you know that threat would never loom over you again.

But they needed answers. Only very high rank demons would have access to that kind of book – to those kinds of rituals. Demons like Sparda… Like Mundus. And that was something none of them wanted as a threat. The single thought of the possibility of Mundus being alive made him shiver and his blood boil. His house burned in his childhood, his family slaughtered like animals, his past stained in blood and sulfur. He didn’t want that to happen again. He wouldn’t let that happen again. Not to anyone in the crew, not to his nephew, not to his brother… Not to you.

Dante let Erlach go. The demon cracked his neck, gaining his posture once again. You stood by Dante’s side, ready to suplex Erlach into oblivion if he tried anything funny.

“The two of you already have what you need to know the answer.” Erlach pointed at the book in Vergil’s hands, moving his gaze back to you soon after. “I will have you as mine, y/n. You have my word, sweet creature.”

Before you could do anything in response, Erlach set himself ablaze in flames that kept burning for a few seconds while he disappeared back to where he came from – probably Hell, if you had to guess.

“Eh. We should’ve known he would leave without giving us a decent answer.” You sighed, feeling your shoulders relax for the first time that night, knowing all demons were dead and you were around safe people again.

“And even shamelessly flirtin’ with ya, what’s up with that…?”

“No idea, red devil. I did my best for him to hate me; apparently it backfired tremendously.”

You finally turned to look at each other. Both of you looked tired, completely out of energy – you, from your human body; Dante from the toll all that fiery explosion of anger and demonic heritage could take on him. His eyes, though… Those sky blue eyes, looked at you with the human kindness you always longed for – with the admiration and fire of a lover, but the gentleness of a soul who was not only your mate, but your home.

You felt safe again. All that insecurity, that fear, that horror of being alone and having to fight on your own – to survive on your own – it washed away in that infinite blue sky. He was your home, and you were safe. Nothing bad would ever happen to you, for Dante was there to catch you and hold you in his arms until you felt you could walk with certainty again.

“I heard you, pretty eyes…” Dante murmured, taking a strand of hair out of your dirty face, watching with amusement as you furrowed your brows. He took one of his hands over his heart, eyes looking into yours. “I heard you here.”

A gradual smile lit up your face as you understood what he had said. That pull, that thing you did, of closing your eyes and praying he would find you… It worked. Of course it worked. And you couldn’t be happier, with all that pouring like a golden fountain from your heart, making your eyes laminate with a few tears and threaten to overflow.

“I’m glad you did, cowboy.” You approached him, cradling his face with your hands and leaning him down so his forehead could touch yours. “I’m glad you did. I prayed so loud for you.”

With that, you took his hand to touch your heart, in the hopes he would once again listen – but this time hear the golden tunes it sang along the overflow. The frills of the ridiculous attire didn’t allow him to find your beat, though.

“Well, I told ya I’d get rid of that, right?” Dante sighed, staring down at that horrid attire – although he would argue you could never look bad. Even with that thing on. “Ei! All of ya, look away! I’m puttin’ y/n out of their misery!”

“What…?”

Before you could finish asking, though, Dante masterfully moved Rebellion around you – while everyone turned away or closed their eyes. Lady and Trish, though, just kept staring at that goof of a man you called your lover. Within a few seconds, those terrifying wedding clothes tore apart, pooling around your feet on the floor while you just stared back at your red devil – the chilly air of the night all around your bare skin.

“That was hot.” You had to say it while Dante quickly checked you out like the masterpiece he always thought you were.

“Not as hot as you, babe.” With a wink, Dante took off his red coat, wrapping it around you and making you warm again.

You loved wearing Dante’s coat. It was definitely too big for you, but it was always warm – that night, you could almost say it seemed like it was enveloped in flames. But it had his scent all over it and it fit like a huge cape you could almost drag on the ground. You couldn’t have asked for a better attire for that evening.

“Hey.” As you called for his attention, those blue eyes rested on you again, little by little settling all that restlessness that whole ordeal had set in your soul. And, since words weren’t enough, you once again cradled his face with your hands, this time placing a well-deserved kiss on your lover’s lips.

Dante giggled between your lips, wrapping his strong arms around your waist to lift you off the floor – making it easier for you to kiss him unapologetically. You never saw yourself as a damsel in distress, and you would have killed every demon in that room with a dagger and your teeth if it was necessary, but it wasn’t. And that was so new: you could always count on Dante to be there for you, to protect you and to be a place for you to fall whenever you lost your balance.

Your heart stopped screaming and Dante’s soul found peace again.

*

“Ah, I see Nero stole Dante’s idea.”

As you saw Kyrie leaving the van’s bathroom wearing nothing but Nero’s coat, she smiled happily back at you while showing it off as soon as you pointed that out. You were sitting in the van, still in the red coat – Dante would know only later that decision would cost him his sanity while trying to get his coat back from you. A few chases and him gripping you tight to get his coat back was in store for the rest of that night.

“It was a very good idea.” Kyrie had a mischievous smile on her lips, blushing a little bit while grabbing the collar of Nero’s coat and taking in the scent. “It smells like him. It feels like he’s always around.”

“I know what you mean.” You smiled proudly as an answer, barely noticing Nico staring at both of you while Lady and Trish giggled.

“Ya know what she means…? That coat is nasty!” Nico pointed at the blue coat enveloping the crew’s little angel, making you laugh a little bit more. “And yours?! If Nero’s coat is bad, Dante’s even worse! Looks like he just blasted from the insides of a frog demon or somethin’! And you say it has his scent?!” The gunsmith couldn’t be more revolted at yours and Kyrie’s antics.

“That’s Dante’s scent for ya...” You sighed, leaning back on the van’s seat – something quite red devilish like. “Gunpowder, demon’s blood and sweat. When he’s clean, though, it’s more of a woody and musky with a hint of pizza kind of scent. Sometimes strawberries.”

“Apparently, love doesn’t make us only blind, it makes our sense of smell completely absent.” Trish strutted her way towards the seat she always took in the van, across from you, having a complacent smile on her devil lips.

“It makes us more tolerant.” Kyrie sat by your side, completely happy to be wearing Nero’s clothes and safe and sound with the crew again. “That is a thing most people need to learn more about.”

“As always, angel Kyrie is right.” Lady sighed, taking her spot inside the van – after lightly elbowing Nico just to tease the gunsmith. “Just like we tolerate the smell of your cigarettes.”

“Hey, at least I’m not turning into a fuming creature blasting demon viscera everywhere!” Nico pointed at Lady with her cigarette between her fingers, making all of you laugh. “Must take days to get those things off your hair!”

“Sometimes, it takes even weeks!” Dante’s voice added from outside of the van, entering soon after to take his seat right by your side. To say Dante would be hovering around you for months, overly protecting you over anything and everything, was a very mild way to describe his behavior after that evening.

“Ya know, once I found a piece of liver hidden right behind my ear…?” Nero approached Nico as she just glared at him with pure disgust. “Took me days to find it.”

“You’re nasty, demon boy.” Nico lightly shoved Nero out of the way, dismissing all that conversation to go back to the stirring wheel. Nero laughed back, making his way to Kyrie and sitting by her side, cradling her with one of his arms while she rested her head on his chest.

“We couldn’t find more on the origin of their knowledge…” Vergil was the last one to board, closing the van’s door behind him. As soon as he did, Nico started driving back home – and he showed you a few things he had in his hands. “But we did find your gear. I will keep it in a safe place until we get back to the shop.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Verge!” You had genuine relief in your voice, watching as he carefully placed your sword next to him. “I thought I’d never see those things again. Thanks for finding them.”

As always, Vergil didn’t answer, just bowed his head as the perfect gentleman he was. Soon, Dante’s arm found its way around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

“Huh, so much thankfulness for Vergil, while I was the one who saved your ass from that demon lord. I’m feeling a little ignored.” Of course, you knew Dante was only joking – never in all your time together you picked up any sign of jealousy he could have of you and Vergil. Dante was very secure about your relationship, knowing quite well where your heart rested – he would be insecure, sometimes, when it came to other humans.

“Oh, c’mon. How can I not be thankful when it’s my gear we’re talking about?” You raised one eyebrow, teasing him back – which only made Dante smile. “Now being a little more serious, it was rough being stripped of everything. Even with that hideous frilly attire, I felt completely naked. There’s no way for me to defend myself without all my stuff; I don’t have demonic blood running through my veins to go into a rampage and kill every single living thing in front of me.”

“Well, lucky for you, I got that goin’ for me.” Dante brought you even closer, tightening his half hug around you.

“Hmmm…” You took some time to take in his scent, this time directly from his neck, right in front of you. Yes, all those things you mentioned before, but you could always find the woody and musky Dante scent underneath all of that. And maybe it was that which made you feel so comfortable and secure. “I was scared. I was running out of options when you showed up.”

“Shhh, don’cha think ‘bout that, pretty eyes.” Whenever you voiced how uncomfortable you were with something, Dante immediately started caressing you just to at least make you feel physically comfortable again. And you had to say, it always worked.

“I know, I know… It’s just… I know I can always count on you to appear at the direst of moments, no matter where I am.” With those words, you placed one of your hands above his heart, making those sky blue eyes look back into yours. “I know you can hear me call, no matter what.”

“It’s part of the demon thing, babe.” Even though he was happy with that, Dante had a bittersweet smile on his lips.

“Yeah, maybe… But demons don’t show up to save desperate souls who are praying for them when all other options have failed.” You brushed aside some strands of dirty hair that insisted on covering those beautiful eyes – now looking at you with curiosity and admiration. “Do you know who do?”

“Hmmm…?”

“Angels do.” Your answer was but a murmur, even quieter than the engines of the van. “You are my very own guardian angel, Dante.”

Lady once said that, somewhere out there, even a devil may cry when he loses a loved one – but you would dare to add that devils did cry when they were loved back.

Your red devil was living proof of that on that Halloween night.

[cloudysfluffs]

tickling your human host is SO unfair

(ns//fw and/or fetish blogs please dni🙏🙏)

[sivyera]

Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include...

ft. arvin, preston, lee, willard, lenora

a/n: pls don't kill me for the preston part, i mean some of you simp for joker who is much worse, btw y/n and Lenora are 18

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⤷ Arvin Eugene Russell

-Arvin would probably first met you at school when he was waiting for Lenora. He saw you standing up for Lenora to her bullies which immediately made him curious about you.

-So he would ask Lenora about you, he'd also told her to befriend you so you can help her in school, definitely not to know more about you.

-POSSESSIVE

-He would stalk you, sometimes he'd be in his car, driving behind your walking figure on the street, or he would sneak to your house at night watching you sleep or shower or do literally anything.

-He will protect you more than he does Lenora. If anyone even look at you the wrong way, they will end up with several broken bones. And if someone tries to touch you without your permission or make you slightly uncomfortable, the person will end up dead.

-After some time he will approach you. Starting a conversation about how glad he is that Lenora has you, that he cannot be around her to protect her all the time.

-He would never hurt you. Maybe if you find out that he killed someone for you, he would try to manipulate you, but he would never punch your or something similar.

-He would kidnap you soon, just to make sure that you are safe with him. He would also take a good care of you, will give you some freedom when he trusts you enough that you won't run away.

-He would want to spend every minute with you and he won't ever let you go, he loves you so much.

⤷ Preston Teagardin

-Preston would meet you in church after your grandma took you there. You didn't believe in god (you were atheist) and just lived normal life but that was to your grandma a sin. Your grandpa didn't really care because he was atheist as well so you often made jokes about your granny's faith.

-When Preston saw you he knew that he wants you. Your beaty was unbelievable. Which made him curious about you. He saw in your eyes that you don't believe in god and that's what attracted him.

-Your grandma told him how sinful you are and asked him if he could talk to you, which he gladly accepted.

-He would manipulate your grandma to think that he needs more time with you, alone. So she will make you go to the church more often, than he could be alone with you.

-Possessive and obsessive, will also stalk you a lot. Probably in his car at night looking into your window at you.

-He wouldn't even try to convince you to believe in god because he himself doesn't believe in him. He is also atheist he's just doing it for the money and power.

-You two will be alone in the church or after some time in his house. He would be over the moon because he can have you all to himself. BUT he wouldn't do anything without your verbal consent, because he would never hurt you in any way.

-Your relationship will be a secret from the start, just few glances and his death stares at anyone who's talking to you.

-But after some time he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore. He just has to have you, all the time. He can't get enough of you.

-He will kidnap you unless you go voluntarily. If yes than you two will run away and live somewhere in countryside where no one will bother you. You will have freedom around the house and on the yard, but he's the one who will go for grocery OR he will go with you, just to make sure no one will talk nor touch his precious angel.

⤷ Lee Bodecker

-Lee will stop you while he was working because you drove too fast. When he pull you over he was too stunned to speak. You were beautiful and he saw fire in your eyes.

-He shook his head and flirt with you, but enough not to make it weird nor make you uncomfortable. At the end of the day he didn't give you the speed ticket and let you go under one condition, which was to give him your name and phone number.

-After that he will make excuses to talk to you, so he would either stop you at the driveway or call you or knock on your door for a talk (because he will found out where you live by stalking you or looking into your file at the police station)

-He is also a stalker but not that much like Arvin, Preston or Willard. He will call it 'looking out for you just in case some men will make you uncomfortable' because he's a policeman, after all it's his job ;)

-He will offer you his help to stay close to you, doesn't matter if you need help with grocery or drop you somewhere in his police car.

-If anyone touches you, make you uncomfortable OR dare to flirt with you, he will arrest them for a long time and make sure they will leave you alone.

-He won't be rude to you or harsh but he will be dominant (like every other characters except Lenora) because he is policeman, you will have to have some respect for him.

-He will kidnap you sooner rather than later, just in case no man will hurt you, this city is cruel...and he can have you for himself.

⤷ Willard Russell

-Willard couldn't take his eyes off of you, when he saw you at that bar. He will talk to you as long as possible and he will flirt with you. After your shift he will take you home to make sure you are fine, definitely not to find out where you live ;)

-He will come to that bar more often to see you and talk to you, will also protect you like that, because no man would even try to talk to you when they saw that Willard is near you.

-At night he will sneak into your house and sat next to your bed, watching you sleep for few hours, you now again just in case.

-He is the most possessive of them all, also the biggest stalker. If anyone will try to talk to you, he will wait on them somewhere in private so no one could see what he will do to that man, because i'm telling you the man that talked to you won't survive or he will have a REALLY hard time.

-He will kidnap you after just two months, this world is too dangerous for someone so beautiful and precious like you.

-He also wouldn't hurt you but he will manipulate you if you won't listen to him. He is also the most dominant, he is veteran so he has some discipline and will 'teach' you how to listen to him.

-Won't let you out of the house but otherwise you have freedom and if you need anything from the shop, he will either go with you or buy anything you need. Most of the time you will stay home tho.

⤷ Lenora Laftery 

-Lenora will meet you at school, you were her new classmate. She is the purest of them all but don't let her innocence fool you. She might be pure and innocent but she's not dumb, she can use it.

-From the start she will pray to god every night so he make her emotions for you vanish. But she will get use to them after some time.

-She will make herself a victim more than she already is to make you protect her from her bullies.

-She is more like your worshiper. Let's say you will became her new 'god' more like goddess, she will worship the ground you walk on, will pray every night for you and your love.

-She will also be a bit confused how much emotions she feels towards you, unhealthy emotions like lust, obsession, desire,... which she finds sinful and horrible but she cannot help herself.

-She won't stalk you... lot, but will kind of spend as much time with you as possible, which means sleepover or study dates (like she likes to call it, even tho they aren't)

-She also won't kidnap you made she will make herself look like a victim even more so you will stay by her side, if you talk to other guys she will act hurt and will say that the guys has been bullying her so you will eventually stop talking to him. She loves you and won't let you leave her side.

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tags: @clarks-letterman hope you like it!

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Blender

Pairing: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Lee has a rather creative solution for his new pet’s disobedience. 

Warnings: Noncon, Kidnapping, Implied Obsessive Behavior, Human Trafficking, Smut, Public Sex, Breeding, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!

A/N: so remember when I asked you all who was on the other side of the blindfold? well, here’s the result. 😈 please mind the warnings and tags, and enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics​

You’re blindfolded. You’ve been that way for hours, harsh ropes biting into the bruised flesh around your wrists. Your saliva soaks into the rag in your mouth, thick enough to hold your jaw open uncomfortably. The sound of a door opening makes you snap to attention, and though you can’t see through the ratty cloth over your eyes, the light from the hallway filters through the fabric, blinding you further.

 Heavy footsteps creak across the old floor, and you hear the creak of leather soles as their owner stops in front of you. 

 “She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?” He drawls, and you flinch as he grabs your chin, tilting your head this way and that. “I think thirty is a fine price.” Rough fingers tug at the knotted cloth at the back of your skull, and you whine, wincing at the sudden brightness. The speaker is no more than a hazy figure hidden by floating spots as your eyes adjust to the buzzing florescent lighting flooding in from the hallway. “Pretty eyes, too, don’t you think?” He says over his shoulder. “Can’t wait to make you cry.”

 He’s tall, and a little stocky. Older, but not unattractive, with short dark hair and slate blue eyes. The mid-country drawl is as unfamiliar as your surroundings, but you know better than to ask who he is, where you are—your face still smarts from the last question you asked. The man licks his plump lips as he stares at you, his grin lewd, like he can see the shape of your body through the oversized button up someone had thrown at you to wear. 

 Behind him, the blond man in the hallway snorts. “Pretty? A pretty big handful, if you ask me.” He steps into the room, smoothing his fingers over his thick mustache. “Just so we’re clear, you know I’m not finished with her, right? She’s not trained.” 

 “Yeah, Hansen, I got you.” He draws his thumb over your bottom lip. “If I wanted you to break her, I would’ve waited six months.” He leans forward to pull the gag out of your mouth. You shudder, listening to them speak about you like an animal. Not even an animal—a thing. His eyes focus on yours. “You feel like gettin’ out of here, honey?”

 Out there is better than in here—in here with the other man, with Hansen. You’re not soon likely to forget the way he’s treated you. The days have been uncountable, but it wasn’t that long ago that you were living a different life. One where you weren’t forced to silently endure your captor’s fingers slipping where they shouldn’t during every humiliating sponge-bath. Slowly, you nod. 

 “Good.” He looks over his shoulder impatiently. “Key, Lloyd.” 

 “Money firs, Lee.” 

 Lee scowls. He stands, unzipping the front of his thick leather jacket. There’s a bullet proof vest underneath it. He reaches into an inner pocket, and produces a bound stack of bills. Lee turns, and tosses it to Lloyd who catches it easily. 

 “Count it. S’all there.” Lloyd squints at Lee, and then the money. 

 “I’m going to take it on good faith this time—mainly because I’ve got somewhere to be.” More like someone else to sell. You’ve heard the crying through the walls—the screaming too. You know you’re not the only one Lloyd’s dragged in off the street for this. He grins saucily, and it makes your stomach turn. “You two kids have fun.” Lloyd rummages around in his pockets, and then makes a triumphant noise low in his throat as he produces a single key on a flimsy looking ring from his pockets. He flings it at Lee, who catches it with a snort. 

 Lloyd turns sharply on his heel and disappears beyond the doorway while Lee squats back down with a grunt, and reaches for the chain around your ankle. He tugs you up to your feet, and you feel your cheeks warm as his eyes rove down over your thighs. The ratty plaid button up on your shoulders is the only item of clothing you own now.

 He looks you over, clucking his tongue with a distinctly pleased air. “Lloyd always does do good work, I hafta say.” You shy away as he reaches for the collar of your shirt, and he frowns. “None of that, now. We’re gettin’ to know one another properly.” He draws his thumb over the swollen bruise still marring your right cheek. Lee inspects you, walking in a full circle around you, still holding the bit of rope wound tightly around your wrists.

 When it seems he’s satisfied, he hums, wrapping the rope around his hand a few times for security. You’ve walked these hallways many times, but the sight of them is still new to you as you stumble behind Lee. The house is large but also largely empty, and you wonder where the other girls are, if they have people coming for them too. 

 Outside, the sun is almost blindingly bright, and you realize it’s been weeks since you’ve seen it—maybe months. Gravel crunches under the soles of Lee’s shoes as he leads you towards the parked police cruiser in the under-maintained driveway. All at once, you dig your heels in, pulling backward on the rope and catching him by surprise. He grunts as the rope slips through his fingers, hanging in the air between the two of you for a moment before you yank back on it again. You ignore the pain of the loose stones biting into your bare feet as you turn, looking for a way out. The long, tree lined drive is too open, but if you can make it into the dense undergrowth—

 You run. 

 Your step is unsteady, your thighs already burning from disuse. Lee is cursing behind you, and you can hear the thunderous sound of his footfall closing in—

 The breath goes out of you as he slams into you, and you finally cry out in pain as he forces you to the ground. Your cheek presses painfully into the gravel as Lee pants above you. He lets out a raspy laugh. 

 “You are a little fuckin’ handful, aren’t ya, Honey?” He fists a hand in your hair, forcing your face harder into the dirt. “I wanna treat ya like a lady, Sugar, but you’re gonna hafta earn it.” He gets up off of you, pulling you up with him. You yelp at the pain as he pulls you back toward the cruiser. He yanks open the back door and tosses you in like a rag doll. 

 “N-no, I-I don’t—” Words of protest form on your lips and die as Lee wrestles you underneath him. You’re smaller than he is, underfed and exhausted too, it doesn’t take much for him to best you. He shushes your shrill complaints with that low, disgustingly patient drawl. 

 “See Honey, this is why I didn’t want Lloyd goin’ to work on ya,” he grunts as he forces himself between your thighs. The door behind your head is locked, but you pull frantically at the handle anyway. Lee chuckles dryly, wrapping the rope still tied around your wrists about the headrest, forcing your arms above your head. You gasp as he cups your bare cunt.

 “Don’t need him to get you to behave.” Your stomach rolls as he spreads your lips apart, circling your clit with the pad of his finger. “Got my own way of makin’ sure you get the picture.” You squirm, trying to buck him off of you, but it’s like trying to lift the car for all the good it does you. Lee clucks his tongue at you. 

 “We coulda’ waited and done this in a bed, but this is a lesson you need ta learn, Honey.” You buck, trying to work him off of you, and Lee grunts, frowning. “Come on, now. Bein’ difficult ain’t gonna help nothin’.” He circles your hopefully swelling clit with shocking gentleness. “Lloyd told me all about you, Honey,” he draws out the words while he strokes you. “And you were so lonely, baby. Parents didn’t give a fuck about you, did they?” His voice is both piteous and taunting. 

 It was true that your family kept at a distance, unsatisfied with your choice to pursue an education rather than a husband. Lee raises his fingers up to his lips, sucking them clean of you. 

 “Sweet.” He presses his face into your cunt, suckling your clit as his fingers prod at your entrance. You wail, thighs tightening uselessly around his head as he whips you up into a frenzy. You don’t want to claim the firestorm of heady pleasure building up in your belly, but you don’t have a choice as it claims you. Lee hums with pleasure as you convulse, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes as you stare blindly up at the roof of the squad car. 

 “Ooh, that was good, wasn’t it?” He licks at you again, and you squeal, your oversensitive cunt throbbing. “I think you can gimme another one, can’t you Honey?” 

 “N-no, no—” You huff through your teeth, whining as he pulls another orgasm from your struggling frame. Your toes curl as white hot pleasure unfurls in your belly. You lay there, panting and sweaty, watching as Lee leans up out of the car, standing up to his full height. Your lower lip trembles as he undoes his belt, fingers making quick work of the buttons and zipper. 

 “N-not here, p-please,” you plead, fresh tears bubbling up over your eyelids and streaming freely down your cheeks and chin. 

 “Aht, aht, Honey. You stop them crocodile tears, now.” He admonishes you as he pulls the thick, veiny length of his cock from his pants. “Only makes me harder.” Lee palms his cock in his hand, pumping his fist up and down the shaft with a groan. There’s a sticky bead of precum at the tip, and he smears it across the reddened head of his cock with the pad of his thumb. You try to scoot up and away from him across the back-seat as he ducks back into the car. You can’t get far, though, the door is locked on the other side, and your hands are still bound to the headrest above you. 

 Lee’s eyes are unfathomably dark and hungry as he drinks in the sight of you, a low whistle of appreciation leaving his lips. Your breath catches uncomfortably in your chest as he slaps his cock against your clit wetly, and your body jerks from the sharpness of the sensation.

 “L-Lee,” you mumble his name, your lips salty with tears. “Please.” 

 “Look atcha, Honey,” he praises, ignoring your murmured plea as he begins to press inside. Lee hisses with pleasure as the head of his cock slips into your pussy with an audible, wet pop. “Manners are already gettin’ better.” You gurgle unintelligibly, eyes wide as he stretches you open. You want to focus on your rage, on your humiliation, your fear, but your body doesn’t let you, fresh slick leaking out to coat his invading length. Lee’s head lolls back, his eyes rolling shut as he sinks in slow, like he’s savoring every single inch. 

 As Lee finishes sheathing his cock into the throbbing, sticky mess of your cunt, you wonder dimly how there’s even space for all of it inside you. Your pussy sucks at him without your permission as he begins to pull out, a pathetic mewling noise leaking out of you at the sensation of his retreat. Dimly, you’re aware of the car rocking and squeaking beneath you as Lee lays into you. 

 It’s not supposed to feel good, Lee using your body like it belongs to him, like he owns it. Maybe he does, you think dizzily, pleasure eating away at the edges of your convictions. 

 “You gonna cum for me again?” His voice is like black honey in your ears. You shake your head desperately, whining as he fills you. Lee chuckles. “S’alright, Sweetheart,” he coos. “You can be a good girl n’ cum for Daddy.” You gurgle as he reaches down to pinch and pull at your nipples, rolling them between calloused fingers. Gritting your teeth against the tide of pleasure, your thighs tighten around Lee’s hips as it comes crashing down over you. 

 It washes away every conscious thought as Lee drags you over the edge and into bliss, your nails digging into the headrest as you wail. Lee’s praising you, telling you how good you’ll be when he’s done with you, how sweet and perfect your cunt is—but you’re not hearing it, not really. Not over the rush of blood buzzing in your ears, or through the pleasurable fog that’s settled over your thoughts. 

 “Shit, Honey,” Lee pants, his thick fingers digging into your bare hip. “If I woulda known you’d feel this good on my cock, I’d have had Hansen get you sooner.” You don’t really have the bandwidth to consider his words before he’s driving into you full force, his cock spearing you open. He grits his teeth, baring them with a growl. 

 “M’gonna keep this pretty pussy nice and full,” he rasps as he ruts against you. His heavy thrusts punch the air from your lungs, and set your already dizzy head spinning further. “Want you drippin’ with me.”  You sob and mewl as you come apart on his cock, your walls milking at him until his hips still. Lee holds you tightly against him, and you can feel each deep pulse as he spills into you with a long, low groan. He stays like that for a while, his cock lodged inside of you as his cum begins to trickle out around his shaft.

 You know you’re a mess when he pulls away, licking his lips appreciatively. Lee tucks himself back into his pants with a sigh. You watch, your lip trembling as you try to hold back the fresh wave of tears that threatens to fall. 

 The sound of applause makes you cringe, trying unsuccessfully to curl in on yourself as Lee chuckles, his gaze resting on someone behind the car, someone you can’t see. 

 “And here I thought she’d give you trouble,” Lloyd replies, ducking his head under the frame of the car’s back door. He grins at you lasciviously, and you squirm, trying to cover yourself with the tattered remains of your shirt. 

 “No trouble.” Lee answers, removing the leather jacket from his shoulders and draping it over your body. He shoots you a crooked grin that sends ice straight into your veins.  

“We got us an understandin’. Don’t we, Honey?” 

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[hollandsfavbabe]

Tom Holland Masterlist

includes peter parker and other characters

Key:

*= smut

❀= favorite

Tom Holland

-By Your Side 

in which y/n tries to help tom improve at roller skating as several obstacles get in their way of having a good time

-It’s All For You

in which y/n is up for an oscar and is supported in every way by her boyfriend tom

-Spider Terror 

in which y/n and tom face one of his biggest foes: a fellow spider

-Movie Night*

in which you and tom decide to take advantage of your very first movie night all alone

-That’s The Tea

in which tom finds out his girlfriend has no idea how to make tea

-Clean

in which y/n helps to break tom’s fear of vulnerability by comforting him after a bad day

-Popsicle Pairs

in which you and tom decide to enjoy more than just popsicles until your son intrudes

Peter Parker

-Where Do We Go Now ❀

in which the death of y/n's father leaves her determined to bring him back and her boyfriend peter determined to save her

-Peter’s Precarious Polyjuice Potion / Part 2

in which you and peter are forced to take extreme lengths to protect your secret relationship with the help of your shape shifting powers

Arvin Russel

-Family Line

in which y/n teagardin is forced move to West Virginia with her brother and in the process, finds a boy who might just make everything alright

-Gold Rush 

in which you and arvin’s secret relationship is discovered after a steamy movie night

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hi Shan🥰🫡

Can I request a part 2 of Hot Traffic Stop » Lee Bodecker please?

The reader will be in control this time and handcuffs lee making him beg as she orders him to eat her out and she rides him👀

Hot Traffic Stop (part 2) » Lee Bodecker

Pairings: Lee Bodecker x Female Reader

Summary: Your hot traffic stop turns into you being in control this time.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, female receiving, face sitting, unprotected sex, riding, Sheriff kink, praise kink, handcuffs, hair pulling, pet names

A/N: Thank you @stxrrylunatic for suggesting and requesting a part 2🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You and Lee were heatedly making out as the two of you walked in his house. Lee held you close to him as he kicked the door shut with his foot. Ever since your traffic stop, you and Lee have been seeing each other a lot. This is the first time you’ve been to his house.

“Mmm, how about we make this interesting, baby?” You suggested.

“I’m up for anything.” Lee answers. “What do you have in mind, sugar?” He asks.

“Take me to your bedroom and I’ll tell you.” You whispered seductively in his ear.

Lee picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to his bedroom. You laid you down on the bed and hovered over you.

“You gonna tell me what you have in mind, darlin’?” He asks, kissing along your exposed shoulder.

“Do you bring your handcuffs home?” You curiously asked.

“I always bring them home.” He answers.

“We should use them again.” You say.

Lee smirks against your skin, knowing where you’re going with this. Or so he thought. He took the handcuffs out of his utility belt and was about to handcuff you to the headboard of his bed, but you stopped him.

“I’m not going to be the one handcuffed, baby.” You say.

You bit your bottom lip, waiting for Lee to catch on. He knows you’re up to something every time you bite your lip.

“You want to handcuff me to the bed?” He asks.

“Mhmm.” You hummed in response.

Lee thought about it for a moment, thinking that it’ll be interesting to see you control.

“Alright.” He agrees, handing you the handcuffs. “No funny business.” He says, playfully smacking your ass.

You practically squealed in excitement as you watched him strip from his uniform, leaving him naked in front of you. You couldn’t help but lick your lips. You stripped yourself from your clothes as Lee got on the bed.

“Arms above your head, Sheriff.” You ordered seductively, getting on his lap. “I’m in charge now.” You say.

Lee obeyed your orders and put his arms above his head. You handcuffed him to the headboard and leaned down, kissing him sloppily before doing anything else. Lee got more turned on by the second.

“Ready for some fun, Sheriff?” You asked.

“You know it, sweetheart.” He says.

You moved upwards till your pussy was over his face. Lee licked his lips as he stared up at your wet pussy. You lowered yourself down to his mouth and he immediately latched his lips on your clit, sucking on it. You held onto the headboard to keep yourself steady.

“Lee…” You moaned breathlessly.

His tongue teasingly licked along your folds, from your clit and to your entrance. You gasped when the tip of his tongue circled your entrance.

“No teasing.” You tell him. “I’m supposed to be the one who makes you beg for it.” You say.

Lee let out a small chuckle before flicking his tongue against your clit. Small moans left your lips. You moved your hips at the same time he flicked his tongue for more friction, which made you want more.

“Oh yes…” You moaned, tilting your head back.

The sound of your moans went straight to his cock. He groaned against your pussy, desperately wanting to give his cock some kind of relief. His tongue moved faster against your clit.

“I bet you like this, don’t you, baby?” You seductively say.

Lee hummed in response, sending vibrations against your pussy. One of your hands left the headboard and moved down to his head, holding onto his short hair and gave it a tug. Lee moaned against your pussy at the feeling, loving the feeling of you pulling on his hair.

“Oh you like that huh? You like it when I pull your hair?” You say.

Lee hummed again. You gave his hair another tug, earning the same reaction from him.

His tongue picked up its pace, moving from your clit to your entrance over and over. Your mouth fell open, his name leaving your lips repeatedly. Your fingers tightened their grip on his hair.

“It’s interesting to see you below me.” You look down at him. “Seeing that you’re the one who orders everyone around, especially me, but guess what, baby…” You paused to moan. “I’m the one who’s gonna be ordering you around.” You say.

Your words made Lee move his tongue faster against your clit. Your legs began to shake when your orgasm was building up. You know you’re not going to last much longer with his tongue and Lee knew that too.

“Oh yes, Sheriff! Fuck!” You moaned loudly as you came hard.

Lee gave your clit a few more flicks with his tongue to help you ride out your orgasm. You carefully moved from his face and sat on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips. Lee groaned and shifted himself when your pussy touched his cock.

“No moving, baby.” You say.

“Can’t help it, darlin’.” Lee groans.

You decided to tease him a little. You moved your hips, rubbing your pussy against his cock.

“Beg me, baby.” You ordered. “Beg me to ride you.” You say.

“Please, darlin’…” Lee starts. “My cock is so hard for you. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He begs.

“Mmm, you sound so hot when you beg, Sheriff.” You says.

Lee doesn’t remember the last time he’s felt this submissive and turned on at the same time.

You lifted yourself up so your pussy was just above his cock. You reached in between the two of you and wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking it a couple times before lining it at your entrance. Lee watched intensely as you slowly sunk down on his cock. A relieved moan left your guys’ lips.

You sat on his lap with his cock in your pussy to just to his size for a moment. You leaned down and pressed kisses along his neck, biting on his skin hard enough for a hickey. A soft groan left Lee’s lips.

“Beg me to ride you.” You ordered again.

“Fuck yourself on my cock. Use me as you please, sugar.” Lee says desperately.

You got yourself steady by placing your hands on his chest and lifted yourself up. Only his tip was left inside of your pussy before you sank back down. You could feel every vein over his cock rubbing along your walls, which you love so much.

Lee looked down at where the two of you are connected, watching your pussy swallowing up his cock every time you moved up and down. He desperately wanted to hold onto your hips or ass and fuck up into you, which he was about to do, completely forgetting that his arms were handcuffed to the headboard.

“Aww…” You cooed, looking down at him. “You wanna touch me, don’t ya, baby?” You say.

Lee nodded.

“Well, that’s too fucking bad. I’m in charge, Sheriff.” You say.

You rolled your hips against his as you rode him. Your clit rubbed just above the base of his cock, making you moan at the feeling.

“I bet you love it when I boss you around, huh?” You looked down at him, biting your bottom lip. “Don’t have that much authority when you’re the one who’s handcuffed.” You say.

You talking dirty made Lee want to go feral and fuck you till you’re sore. He groans and tilted his head back against the pillow.

Your nails dug in his skin, feeling his cock reach deeper inside of you from this position. You increased your movements as you continued to ride him, desperately wanting his cock to hit that one spot inside of you that makes you go crazy.

Then his cock finally hit your sweet spot. Your mouth fell open and a string of moans left your lips.

“Oh yes! Fuck, Lee!” You moaned, tilting your head back.

Lee couldn’t help but watch your breasts bounce with every movement you made. You lifted your head and looked down at him, seeing him staring at your breasts with a mesmerized look on his face, making you smirk to himself.

“You wanna play with them?” You teasingly asked.

Lee nodded his head and licked his lips. His eyes didn’t leave your breasts for a second.

“Too bad you can’t.” You say, playfully pout.

Lee watched your hands roam your body, stopping on your breasts. You squeezed them like he would. Your thumbs rubbed over your nipples before pinching them. Your pussy clenched around his cock at the feeling.

“You like this, don’t you, Sheriff?” You looked down at him and bit your bottom lip. “You like watching me play with my tits?” You asked.

Lee nodded. You let out a small giggle before going back to focusing on yours and Lee’s pleasure. One of your hands moved down your body, stopping on your clit. You rubbed it in circles. You rode him faster if it’s even possible.

“Fuck…” Lee moans. “I’m gonna cum.” He says.

“You’re not cumming till I do.” You say.

A groan of frustration left Lee’s lips. You grasped his jaw and tilted his head so he was looking at you.

“You want to cum or not?” You asked.

“Yes. I want to cum.” Lee answers.

“Then stop groaning before I give you something to groan about. Understand?” You say.

“I understand, ma’am.” He says submissively.

You got more turned on when Lee called you ma’am. You felt your orgasm coming closer and closer. You came harder than the first time with a loud moan of his name. Lee felt like he was holding on by a thread with how fast his orgasm was building up.

“Cum.” You say.

Lee came as your movements sped up a little. You rode him a for a few more seconds before slowing down and coming to a stop. You laid down on top of him, trying to catch your breath with his cock still inside of you and completely forgetting that Lee is handcuffed to the headboard.

“Darlin’?” Lee says.

“Hmm…” You hummed, lifting your head to look at him.

“Can you uncuff me now please?” He asks.

“Oh, right.” You say, finally remembering.

You got off of him, his cock slipping out of your pussy. You reached for his utility belt and found the keys to the handcuffs with ease. You unlocked the handcuffs. A surprised squeak left your lips when Lee grabbed you and laid you on the bed and hovered over you.

“You had your fun, sugar. Now it’s my turn. I am the Sheriff after all.” Lee says with a mischievous smirk.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[blue-rose-soul]

For Bastard child au. Assuming that Lucifer finds out before the finale how would he respond to knowing Alastor got hurt fighting Adam? How would Charlie?

I've been waiting for an excuse to talk about this! Well, not this exactly, just...

Okay, so the general consensus is that Lucifer couldn't step in sooner with the extermination because he had an agreement with Heaven, and that Adam broke that agreement by targeting Charlie, a hellborn. Alastor may be Lucifer's son, but he was born on Earth to a human mother. He has a human soul and came to Hell as a sinner. An extremely powerful sinner, but a sinner nonetheless.

In other words, he's not protected under the same agreement.

But! But but but, I figure Lucifer must have been keeping an eye on the battle from somewhere, so he could know when to step in. So he saw Adam and Alastor fight, saw Alastor nearly die, and saw him barely escape with his life. In the end, Niffty doesn't need to step in to finish Adam.

"You come at me, and my family!?"

Lucifer does it himself.

They know Alastor isn't dead thanks to Husk (and possibly Niffty) but are still concerned when they can't find him in the ruins of the old hotel. Lucifer does make an attempt to look for Alastor, but he doesn't know Alastor well enough to know where to look. But his daughter is still here and still needs him, so Lucifer puts the search aside and helps Charlie rebuild her hotel.

And in the end, Alastor returns. Alastor would shove Lucifer off when he joins in the group hug, but he doesn't want to aggravate the wound he's pretending not to have*.

I think that, whether or not she knew Alastor was her brother, Charlie would show the same amount of concern for him. Wanting to know what happened after Adam broke through his shield, why he disappeared from the battle. Just, wanting to know if he's okay. Alastor just brushes off her questions and keeps her at a distance. The biggest change is really between Lucifer and Alastor, and later between Lucifer and Charlie.

The guilt is crushing Lucifer. He knows how badly hurt Alastor was, and knows that instead of coming back to the people who would help him, he hid away somewhere to heal alone. Lucifer tries to be subtle about it, but he's constantly checking in on Alastor, asking if there's anything he needs, or anything Lucifer can do for him. He's not subtle at all.

And Alastor is not at all amused. He doesn't care that Lucifer was late to the battle! He didn't ask for or want Lucifer's help! It was his own fault for getting sloppy and letting Adam get a hit in (not to mention a disadvantageous deal but he's not saying that bit), and he doesn't need Lucifer coddling him. Unfortunately, with his cane broken and his body healing slowly, Alastor is uniquely vulnerable for the first time in a long time. But Lucifer's awkward hovering and Charlie's concern is only serving to make Alastor all the more agitated. So he sticks the needle where it hurts; Lucifer's guilt.

He accuses Lucifer of waiting until after Adam had mortally wounded Alastor specifically so his 'mistake' would be erased. Of wanting him deader than dead.

Then he coldly tells Lucifer that if he can't be bothered to show up when it matters, he shouldn't show up at all.

Later, he assures Charlie he doesn't hold any negative feelings towards her even though Lucifer came running to her rescue while he was willing to let Adam nearly eviscerate Alastor. After all, it stands to reason that Lucifer would choose his real child over a bastard. The King of Hell has made it perfectly clear he doesn't need a 'busboy.' Charlie tries to speak in Lucifer's defense, but, Alastor is pleased to note, her heart isn't in it.

Afterwards, he listens from the shadows and grins as he hears Charlie asking Lucifer why he saved her but not Alastor. Lucifer telling her the terms of the agreement he made with Heaven doesn't satisfy her. Alastor's her brother, they're both Lucifer's children! Lucifer should have stepped in, agreement be damned! The recently repaired cracks in their relationship begin to widen once again and Alastor is pleased.

(*I'm going to cackle if season 2 drops and it turns out we were all wrong and Alastor's completely fine.)

[holyfruitsnax]

Southern Hospitality

Summary: Arvin stumbles across you having a little alone time and decides to help.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, Slight praise kink, Fem & Male receiving, smutttt 18+ please!!!, cursing, never proofread <3

A/N: Not this almost not saving because my internet went out.

   Arvin’s knuckles thrummed against the old wooden door to your home a few times before stepping back with his hands locked behind himself. “Arvin! How nice to see you!” your mother smiled opening the front door wider so Arvin could come in. “S’nice to see you too Mrs. Y/LN. Is uh, is Y/N here?” Arvin glanced around to try and spot you to no avail. “Yep! She’s in her room, listen, I’ve got to pick up some things from the store, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. You like Spaghetti?” She grabbed up a little purse watching the young man nod. “Alright! Then you can join us for dinner!” She beamed before heading out.

   Arvin headed down the hall towards your room, boots gently thudding against the hard pine floor. Your bedroom door was ever so cracked almost like you were in a rush and meant to close it. Just as he went to push the door open the rest of the way with a smile, a soft whine caught Arvin’s attention making him lean his ear closer. Not a pained whine, put one of pleasure. Could you be...No... Arvin felt the sudden urge to take a peek through the slightly open door, a tinge embarrassed at the same time. She’s your friend, give her some space. Arvin decided he’d back away and wait for you to finish and act like he had no idea what you were doing. That is until the loveliest sound graced his ears.

   “Arvin~” You quietly called to him, well, not to him since you didn’t know he was there, but Arvin felt like you were. He felt his dick stir in his pants at the idea of his sweet Y/N getting off to him. So, he took a look and nearly fell out at the sight of your H/C hair messily tossed against your pillow while your fingers ran circles around your clit. Your eyes pressed shut, mouth hung open slightly, God he could practically fall to his knees at this masterpiece. He couldn’t help but push the door open more, leaning against the doorframe to get a better look at you, watching your fingers desperately paw at your sex.

   “Oh my- Arvin please~” You whined again, eyes snapping open as Arvin gave a deep chuckle. “I’m right here darlin’ just tell me what you need.” He hummed letting his dark brown eyes skim over your form. A gasp escaped your throat, trying to tug the covers up to no avail. There stood Arvin Russel, your best friend. His cap on tight, cigarette behind his left ear, eyes glazed over, and a bulge making way in his jeans. How long had he been there? He definitely heard. “I-I’m so sorry-” “Don’t stop on my account.” Arvin slowly clicked the door shut behind him, prowling over you like a bear looks at an elk. Hungry. “You’re not mad?” You furrowed your brows still clutching your blanket. “Mad? No...Turned on?...” He grinned gently pulling the cloth from your fingertips, bearing your skin to himself again, biting his bottom lip with a pleased groan.

   You couldn’t believe it, everything you’ve wanted was about to unravel. Arvin leaned in and kissed you, a rough hand cupping your jaw to keep you close. You pulled away a little resting your forehead against Arvin’s. “Help...Help me?” You swallowed thickly spreading your legs wider beneath the brunette. “My pleasure darlin’...” Arvin pulled you back in for a heated kiss, tongue pushing its way past your soft lips. His hands found your shoulders, laying you back down against the bed, pulling away from you with heavy breaths. Arvin climbed down the bed, unbuttoning his white shirt at the same time so he could toss it to the side. “So pretty~” He stared at your pussy while sliding a finger up and down the wetness that had gathered before popping it into his mouth with a moan. Wetting his finger, Arvin pushed it into you slowly, getting a feel for your tight velvet heat before adding another. He loved the sight of you writhing under him, soft moans luring him in closer.

   Looking down at Arvin you shifted your hips to match the pace of his fingers, swallowing thickly when his lust filled gaze met yours. “M-More!~” He cocked a brow watching you plead to him, you looked helpless. Removing his fingers from you, Arvin quickly shoved them in his mouth again, licking them clean while you watched. Leaning up, Arvin latched onto your left bud sucking and nipping causing your back to arch up into him. Swapping to the other side you could feel him smirking against your skin, he was proud of himself as he peppered kisses down your middle until he was met with your hot center again. Quick hands flipped his beat up cap backwards before delving his tongue deep into your cunt causing you to hiss and moan. Arvin lapped away at your center like he’d been starving in the desert, drenching his chin with your juices. “Oh my- gosh Arvin!” You moaned out as Arvin swapped his abuse to your clit, desperately hoping your parents weren’t home. “Ugh...That.” Arvin groaned against you, one hand moving to pop off his belt, smoothly tugging it through his belt loops, tossing it to the side “Say that again Y/N Darlin’~”.

   Arvin’s firm grip forced your shaking legs against the mattress, licking a stripe up your pussy, tongue swirling your sensitive and slightly swollen clit. Your body jolted feeling oh so close, you listened to Arvin’s instructions. “Feels so good Arvie!” You choked out, only for him to stop. “Why’d you-” Your eyes widened landing on Arvin’s now free cock, oh, that’s why. “Can I- I mean I’ve never. I might not be good at y’know.” You gulped sitting up and crawling over to Arvin’s panting body. “S’okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to Doll.” He smiled, a gentleman as always. You smiled in return, wrapping your hand around his length watching his head thump against the wall in pleasure. “I want to.” You hummed, keeping your eyes on Arvin’s for a moment, testing yourself a little while slipping his cock into your mouth. 

   Arvin’s jaw clenched, teeth slightly showing while you bobbed your head a little, encouraged by his quiet moans and fingers combing against your scalp. You panicked feeling yourself gag slightly around him, moving to pull away out of embarrassment you were stopped by Arvin’s hand cupping the back of your neck. “S’okay, it happens. Take your time Darlin’ you’re doing so good for me.” Arvin’s voice had dropped lower in his throat, fingers gently rubbing at your neck, not holding you hostage, just there for support. So, you gathered yourself and kept going “Just like that...” He cooed. The longer you sucked, the easier it got, but also the more tired your poor jaw became. Finally having to pull away to get a good breath, Arvin led you to straddle his lap noticing you hold your jaw for a moment. “Sore?” He hummed stroking himself below you “A little...” You admit, Arvin’s lips caressing the edge of your jaw. “My poor baby... Means you were giving it your all, just for me.” He winked sending a shiver up your spine, of course you nodded.

   Lowering your hips slowly taking in Arvin’s cock, you both sighed as soon as your bodies made complete contact. Arvin gave you a moment, waiting for you to begin rolling your hips into his at your own pace. “Heavenly Darlin’....J-Just perfect.” His chest heaved under your fingertips. Your left hand drew shapes across Arvin’s lean chest, enjoying the muscles flexing every now and then while the other snaked behind his head to toss his hat aside, wanting to enjoy his thick curls that bounced with you both. Arvin couldn’t help himself as he began to buck deeper into you making your moans fill the small home. A tight feeling built in your belly as you continued to ride Arvin. “A-Arvin I think I’m getting-” “Alright, I’ve gotcha Darlin’...” He groaned, flipping you both so your back was against the sheets, leg hoisted over Arvin’s shoulder so he could pound into you at his own pace now. Immediately you tossed your head back in bliss, fingers clutching for anything they could reach.

   Arvin watched your tits bounce with each of his thrusts “Come on baby, let go for me Y/N.” he couldn’t help the sloppier pace of his thrusts. Your pussy clenched around him as you came, eyes slamming shut, head tilting back while you let out the loudest, most erotic call of Arvin’s name causing his bliss to join yours. The both of you relaxed, panting in unison as you stared at each other. “That was...” You sighed, loving the dopey smile plastered across Arvin’s face “Oh yeah.” He chuckled pulling out of you so he could lean down and capture your lips again. “I love you Arvie~” You mumbled tiredly against his lips. “I love you too Y/N Darlin’....And next time, come get me first.” He teased pushing some damp curls off his own forehead with a cocky grin. 

Alright, I’ll admit it, I love this and I love Arvin. I hope you do too Loves! - Snax <3

[mavsstar]

GUYS IM GIVING YOU A SNEAK PEAK

this is a sneak peak for you could be my daddy, um enjoy :D

“You wanna know what I don’t get?” Lee rhetorically questioned. 

“What’s that?” 

“That you’ve been to a rodeo before I have.” 

“I have, haven’t I?” You stared off and pondered on the thought. “Well if it helps I was practically dragged to them most of the time.” 

“How come?” he asked you. 

“I had a friend named Garrett–” 

“I already don’t like where this is going,” he interrupted. 

“Oh hush,” you lightly slapped his chest with the back of your hand. “Anyways he was a bull rider and he would drag me to every single rodeo there was in town. He said I was his good luck charm and I had to kiss him 3 times on the cheek before he went out.” 

“I remember when he would accidentally move his head and I would kiss his lips instead of his cheek, it happened all the time” you added, giggling at the memory, “what a silly boy.” 

“Dove?” 

“Yes Lee?”

“Let's talk about something else.” 

The ride to the rodeo was longer than you expected. Lee had forgotten to get gas the night before and had to make a “quick” stop to the gas station. Only it was the opposite of “quick”, cows blocked the road just as you were about to leave. The farmer’s wife was having a lot of trouble doing it on her own. 

“Lee go help her,” you ushered him towards her.

“Why me?” he asked, “why don’t you go help her?” 

“I ain’t going near those damn cows!” you exclaimed as you pushed him forward. “It’s one thing to admire them from up close but it’s another to actually touch them. Besides you’re a man, now go do man things!” 

“Man things?” he chuckled, “what does that even mean?” 

“To follow the orders their partner just gave them,” you said as you crossed your arms across your chest, “and to do them quickly.” 

“You’ve been getting bossy lately, you know that?” 

“Just help the poor woman out Lee!” 

Lee raised his hands up in defense, “alright I’m going!"

[toriliashine]

need mastermind kokichi and gonta going mwah mwah

the angel/demon theming working together perfectly, matching the mask/reveal scene in chapter 4 only to reveal they were working together the whole time

the mind games, the clashing personalities and bodies yet melding perfectly together, in despair and in love, it's like

they were made for each other...

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**i am now also BEGGING YALL to read the tags

i'm still working on the designs but i know i have some drafts here hmm

>for their mastermind fits, i'm thinking gonta being all white , with his hair being more curled and really framing his face for that angelic round-faced look, plus his ahoge making a little halo to really top it off. one eye of his glasses are red for monokuma. with a black choker . nice fancy 3 piece suit that really accentuate his muscles, giving the image that he's not someone to mess with despite his angelic demeanor and damn, he looks good in it too plus an all white , n gold/red accented overcoat! letting the boy be dramatic and fancy and beautiful 2k24.

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kokichi's fit is a sleek, sharp black. but still comfortable to move and store things in. He can still be silly and dramatic in it but It's be really cool for his new fit to be purposefully cold, controlled and intimidating , a good contrast from his usual clownness to really grab their attention. //need to explain this one to be an 'oh! he was doing that to distract us' but more... oomf . hm He has a a white glove, and a black one to draw more attention to the former. black captain hat with devil horns, or just the horns? hm. plus the black cape for the demon bat silhouette. inside is one of those cool n kinda slutty but loose all black formal fits, like (ahhh i need to get pack into drawing or outfit scrapbooking but imagine with me)

**** gonta's black choker and kokichi's white gloves is supposed to a) show their connection via the colours lol. but also represent a dog on a leash deal. however gonta can take off and on the choker when he pleases, showing his willingness and equal choice in this operation despite it seeming like ouma has the upper hand [plus feeding into the 'ouma is controlling him!' schtick their classmates got going on, thus making them suspect him less and not believe him and kokichi are purposefully working together! boom baby

also, the kink factor. hehe

**** i do wonder if i should cave and make them both wear chokers matching the other's colour though. i like chokers , and colour symbolism