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“Is that a threat?” ✦ Kyle Garrick

      Kyle passed the blunt to you with a heavy sigh. “Could go for a bite,” he mentions offhandedly. His fingers glide down the skin of your arm again and again until he finally throws his arm over you and tucks his head between your tits.

     You hum. “What’re you wanting, pretty boy?”

     A choked whine splutters out of Kyle’s throat. “Mm…” he turns his head to press kisses to your sternum. Large hands slide down to your hips as you finish off the joint. “You.”

     “To eat, Kye,” you chuckle. You muss with his hair: pulling at his little curls and twisting them together gently.

     A low groan rumbles Kyle’s muscular body. “I could eat you so good right now, baby.”

     Your eyes glint brightly in the dark room lit only by the moonlight streaming from the cracked window and the penis night light (a gag gift from Johnny). “Is that a threat?”

     Kyle’s large fingers pull down the soft fabric of your shorts and underwear to rub the pad of his thumb over your pussy lightly. “No-” he murmurs, tossing your undergarments to the floor before peppering kisses ranging from your inner thighs to your clit- “it’s a promise.”

4 times you sit on silco’s lap & the 1 time he pulled you onto his lap

Warnings. Sexual positions. No specific reader gender/genitalia. Impregnation kink (sorry yall its bad again). Not toxic girl dad!Silco. Pet name

1

You and Silco danced around the empty bar, twirling and singing and chasing and slipping out of each other’s fingers. For the past hour the pair of you had been letting the loud music from the jukebox reverberate through your bones as you moved fluidly around the room.

Silco’s silky black hair was pulled back into a tiny bun at the back of his head. Sweat beaded at his hairline. The little droplets grew fat and ran down his cheek bones and disappeared down the sharp edge of his jaw as he chased your laughing body. 

“Crazy,” he mused to himself as the song ended and you finally let him twirl you in by the hand. Silco dipped you, watching your smile widen. He held you there as you examined him through your striking eyelashes. He leaned down slowly, sensually and let his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. You were caught in his trap, lips parted as your eyes locked on his lips.

Further, slower, he leaned down until you could feel his gasps of air on your lips. He parted his lips and tilted his head closing the gap between you-

Silco stood up and twirled you again. The sexy smirk on his lips made you forgive him just a little for being the incredible tease he is. “Bastard,” you cursed him with a wicked smile.

“A thirsty bastard,” he corrected smartly. Taking you by the hand, Silco led you to the bar and gestured dramatically to an empty bar stool.

He poured your favorite and slid it to you before making his own drink. Silco rounded the corner and brought the stool next to you closer to yours. He had just put his glass bck on the counter before you slid into to lap, facing him.

“Sly thing,” Silco chided, hands settling on your ass.

“You love it,” you replied. You pulled the hair tie out of Silco’s hair and watched it settle around his features perfectly. “Pretty boy.”

Silco practically purred at your words. He brought a hand up to cup your cheek and placed the other at the back of your neck. “I do love it- love you.”

“I love you too,” Silco repeated, sealing his words with a kiss.

2

“Don’t look at me like that,” Silco muttered, voice raspy with- was it. . . lust? “You know I can’t work with you watching me like that.”

You tilted your head. “Like what?”

“Don’t be coy.”

Silco didn’t look up as you rose from your spot from the couch. You heard his breathing turn shakier as you approached. Chuckling, you pulled the back of his chair until you could grasp Silco by the collar.

He spluttered- an endearingly pathetic noise you’d like to earn from him again- as you tore him from the endless plans, letters, and work sitting on his desk as he prepared for the future of Zaun. Silco didn’t actuallytry to stop you, though, despite his unintelligible grumbling.

You pushed him onto the newly acquired couch. His back hit the cushions and his raven-black hair spread around his head like a halo. Smiled as you committed the imagine of him so off-guard to memory. “You’ve been working so diligently,” you purr, raising on knee to rest between Silco’s hip and the sofa back. “And so hard. . .” You placed your other knee on the sofa and so lightly started grinding on Silco’s boner. “I think you deserve a break.”

Silco was the one watching you through his lashes now. “Is that right?” His heaving chest showed his anticipation despite his usual calm voice.

“Oh yeah,” you reply with a dangerous smile.

3

It was a late night- the crowd at the bar had been rowdy and took a while to herd all the drunkards out, leaving you an exasperated mess. Not to mention the fact that you were dealing with an astounding amount of Enforcers after Jinx had gone and stolen a couple expensive looking watches and necklaces for some reason unknown to you. All in all, you were beat.

After tossing a wad of cash to the other bartender, you bid him goodnight and headed up the stairs.

“I was wondering when you’d be up to see me,” Silco greeted you from his desk. “Come here, my dear.” 

He watches your movements with those sharp eyes of his. You perched yourself on the edge of his desk and let Silco rest his head against your chest. You ran your nails through his hair the way you knew he liked. “We should go get ready for bed,” you murmured, feeling his arms wrap lightly around your waist.

Silco heaved a sigh. “I have work to do.”

It was your turn to sigh as you pushed off the desk. Silco looked up, brow arching, at you. His confusion waned as you straddled him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt the man under you shudder as he exhaled, stress slowly easing out of his body as you pressed soft kisses to the oh so fragile skin behind his ear. “You can do your work tomorrow after you get some sleep.”

Clearly your tender embrace had weakened Silco’s resolve because all he did in response to your statment was pull you impossibly closer to him. “I suppose you’re right,” Silco finally muttered into your shoulder.

4

Jinx and Silco were currently in disagreement over who would do Jinx’s hair, when they would be doing it, and the hairstyle Jinx wanted. For an eight year old, the little blue haired girl knew what she wanted. And it was that Sevika stayed as far as humanly possible away from the eight year old.

So that was why Silco had convinced you to go to barber near Benzo’s old shop. Something about ‘not being anle to contain such rage and emotion in such tiny body’ alone.

Truth be told, you weren’t well educated in children handling. Working with Silco and the traitor for most of your life gave you practically no time to interact with people under sixteen. Jinx had taken a liking to you- probably because you were one of the people she saw the most because of your relationship to her adoptive father. (On the certificate, you were also listed as a guardian.) So being able to style the girl’s hair as she liked would be a good skill to add to your already wide-ranging knowledge.

The two of you paid as much attention to the barber as possible. Jinx had selected a simple three strand braid that you got the hang of off the bat. Silco? Not so much, but the effort was there!

When you paid and left, Jinx was so happy with her hair and so convincing that she was given permission to play with the barber’s twin son and daughter. Silco had pressed a handful of coin into Jinx’s hand and told her to be home in two hours.

“You’re going soft,” you mused, jutting your hip into Silco as the two of you left. “It’s endearing.”

Silco recoiled. “I am not. Inconceivable.”

When you scoffed, Silco turned to you with his eyes narrowed. “Something to say, trouble?”

“Nah,” you drawled. “It’s… It’s nice to see this side of you again.”

Your lover wrapped an arm around your waist and led the two of you back home. “I haven’t felt more content in a long time,” he finally admits. Emotion made his voice gravely.

“Yeah.” You continued to walk, falling into silence. 

“I like watching you with her.”

Silco’s glinting eyes are already locked on your gaze when you look up. “Yeah?” You ask, suggesting smile beginning to pull up at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah. It makes me wish I could. . . fuck one into you,” he mutters.

Your eyebrows are higher than your hairline when he speaks. “Sil, you- you know I can’t-“

The dark lust in Silco’s eyes lighten. “That doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you like you could carry my children,” he tells you, an edge of an emotion you can’t quite put a finger on.

Silco pushes open the door to The Last Drop and flicks on one of the light switches. He turns to see you sitting on the table of a booth, watching him with an expression so vacant Silco wonders if this conversation is what finally sends you running. “Talk to me.”

Continuing to say nothing, you pat the table next to you. Silco pulls himself up beside you and examines your face carefully. He is apprehensive as you slide into his lap wordlessly and wrap your legs around his waist. You trace the calloused pad of your thumb from the very bottom of Silco’s scar surrounding his eyes. It’s when you near the tip-top of the marred flesh does Silco grasp your wrist.

“Speak to me, my dear,” Silco repeats. “What are you thinking? What do you want me to do?”

Silco lets your wrist go without much resistance. You tangle your fingers through his short hair. “I want,” you begin slowly, hearing his breathing cease entirely. “You to fuck me like you could knock me up.”

It takes Silco several seconds to compute your statement before leaning in to fucking devour your lips.

5

The bar was booming tonight.

Round after round, table after table, drink after drink. In informal terms: you were fucking slammed and the crowd wasn’t thinning out.

It’d been this busy for at least the past three hours and the pain in your feet and legs had been so God awful that you couldn’t wven feel them anymore. And the poor bartenders could barely open their mouths without someone spitting out orders or tossing coins or just pestering them.

You sighed. Nights like these made you really question your love of the damn building. 

An hour later, you could see a glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel. With an end to the night in your near future, you found yourself walking a little faster: a little more eager to get the people more drunk and gone.

It was another whole hour before you were almost finished with the cleaning. All you had left to do was wipe down the counter and tables, put the chairs up on the table, and mop.

Silco finally slunk down the stairs to see you and the last, most desperate bartender mopping up. He slid into a booth and rested his head on his palm as he watched you.

When the two of you were officially done cleaning, Silco fished out a bag of coins from one of his pockets. “Here, kid,” he said before tossing the pouch at the awed bartender.

“I- Thank you sir,” the girl said gratefully, eyes flickering between you and Silco. You smiled at her tiredly.

“Good night, Mimi,” you told her.

Silco watched Mimi smile brightly at you- the significantly kinder of the couple- and nod excitedly. “Good night, y/n! Thank you again sir, and good night!”

You came to a stop in front of Silco and tugged your apron off. “How are you?”

Silco heaved a sigh. He reached out to you and turned you away from him. Then Silco pulled you down onto his lap. He comically scooched back until his back was against the wall and his and your legs tangled on the rest of the booth. “Better.”

As Silco wrapped his hands around your waist, you felt your back decompress as you leaned against the love of your life. Your eyes fluttered shut, heavy with sleep. “I love sitting on your lap,” you confess.

Silco hums, amused.

“Best seat in the whole damn house,” you say, yawning.

Before Silco realizes it, you’re asleep. He doesn’t want to get up because theres a chance you’ll wake up, but Silco also wants to get his love to bed.

He just rests his head on your shoulder and lets himself have this moment.

The Glory of Confessions

You sat in the opposite booth, waiting for Father to tell you to confess your sins. Your oh-so-nasty sins.

The thoughts of the Father spanking you with a wooden cross, making you recite verses in The Bible, making you restart every time your pathetic voice waivered or you cried out begging him to stop.

"Begin your confession, the Holy Lord is with you child."

"Yes God. I mean Father." You begin to reach the hem of your best Sunday dress, a pastel pink with baby's breath on it, your pussy's heat making it unbearable. "I've been having very sinful thoughts, Father." You sigh, dipping your fingers into your heat, "About us. How it'd feel to be yours." You move two digits in and out of you, making sure The Father can hear just how wet you are for him.

"The Lord forgives you. I forgive you, my dear child." The Father puffs out, if you listened hard enough you can hear the subtle movement of pants being unzipped. "Tell me, what these thoughts are like, my child." He asks dearingly.

"I touch myself to the thoughts of you touching me and taking me like God says only married folk do. I dream of your cocks taste. I get soaked just being in congregation with you, I love how you have me in a chokehold. You're like my own personal God." You pause, allowing your clit to relax from a pending orgasm. You can hear The Father breathing heavily, "Father, let me help you." You plead. "Yes child, you will help your God." he responds.

His cock appears through a hidden hole, and to your surprise, his pale cock is pierced, 6 balls, A Jacob's ladder? You can see the precum leaking and the leftover saliva he left from listening to you.

You hum, you take his cock in your hand, has to be at least 7 1/2 inches, maybe bigger. You lick his tip and his cock bucks in your hand, you put his tip in your mouth and swirl your eager tongue around it; making him pant and moan.

"Yes, that feels amazing, my child." The Father rolls his hips, in turn, his cock in your hands. You decide to push your limits by taking his cock slowly down your throat, counting each piercing that passes your smeared lips. Your pussy was aching for touch but you wouldn't allow yourself to. Bobbing your head, you moan and gag around his cock, loving the salty taste.

The Father moans at your movements, loving how your pretty throat wrapped tightly around his cock. You've been so taunting lately, the cute dresses, not wearing bras, the way your pretty eyes watch his every move. That's right, He's your God. Your only God.

He cums at those thoughts, loving the way you gag to swallow every drop. You even suck till he's soft in your mouth taking every drop.

As he pulls away, you ask for a more fruitful time the next time you both are alone. All you get back as an answer is "Maybe, My pet."

THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST PERFECT WAY A WRITER WROTE ART THE CLOWN LIKE THE WAY HE EXPRESSES HIMSELF

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Characters : Art the Clown (Terrifier), afab!reader

Warnings/CW : blood, talks about murder, domesticity, HARD smut, overstimulation, spanking, hair pulling, squirting, oral (f! Receiving), Art himself, silly stuff, cussing, reader has a poochina, a lot of words, etc etc

A/N : IM BACK and OBSESSED with Art rn yall r gunna get sm of this clown omgggg (he looks so hot in that gif)

It's 8:50pm.

You're laying on your couch, your head on one armrest, your feet resting on the cushion. You're dressed in your pajamas, a soda on the coffee stand and a bag of chips in your arms. You watch your favorite show on the TV. Almost every light is off around you, which would scare anyone. Especially where you live, and knowing what- rather whos- been creeping around the streets recently. Lucky for you, you're dating him. So you'd say you're pretty safe. At least you hope so. The only light on is a small kitchen light, and the light coming from the TV screen.

There was three knocks at your front door, which was a couple feet away from where you're laying down. You recognized those knocks. "It's open!" You shout and shove some chips into your mouth. The door opens, revealing your murderous clown boyfriend, Art. He walks in, a frown on his face for a second before his grin returns. He shuts and locks the door behind him and he drops his bag full of weapons by the couch.

Art walks up to you happily and reaches over to hug you. That's when the familiar (too familiar) smell of blood hits your nose and you stop Art from hugging you. You get a better look at him, now realizing that he's covered in blood. The clown sulks a bit when he's rejected affection. "Babe, you need to shower."

Art rolls his eyes and leans back a little in the process, putting his hands up in a fake surrender. He looks side to side a couple times before he tries to hug you again, huffing dramatically when you again, refuse to touch him. "Go shower and we can cuddle." His mouth forms an "O" shape and his eyes widen. He nods vigorously and turns on his heels and speeds to the bathroom. You laugh and focus back on the TV and your snacks.

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After a while, you're still laying on the couch, sipping your soda and eating from your almost-finished bag of chips. Suddenly, right next to your ear, a loud squeak sound startles you. You jump (or if you're like me, you scream too) and look behind you where the noise was. And there he was; your boyfriend. He leaned back in silent laughter, pointing at you, still holding the horn he loves so much that he used to scare you.

You roll your eyes and laugh with him a little. Instead of his usual clown attire, he has a black T-shirt on, with the word "cunt" across the chest in white and black sweatpants. He still has his usual clowny makeup on, just now it's cleaned of blood. When laughter dies down, Art suddenly lunges at you, hugging you over the couch, tightly. You hug his arm. "Come around so we can cuddle." He instantly shoots up and scrambles to walk around the couch. You didn't have time to fully open your arms before he laid down on you. His arms wrap around you and he nuzzles his face in your chest.

You wrap your arms around Art, just as tightly as his arms wrap around you. His hands slide down your back and to your ass, a huge grins on his face, thought he's not looking at you. You let him feel you up and watch the TV. Until you feel Art squeeze your ass a couple times. He finally looks up, his shit-eating grin not leaving his face. "Art-" you look down at him. He maintains eye contact with you as he gives you a couple more squeezes, wiggling his eyebrows a little.

You press your cheek against his head and laugh a little with him. "I love you," you tell him softly. He squeezes you tighter and kisses your collarbone. "Do you love me too?" He nods vigorously as a response, then sits up a little, outstretching his arms, seeming to say "this much", his smile not leaving his face. You smile up at him and he collapses again into your arms, squeezing you tight.

You continue to watch TV as Art snuggles against you, clinging onto you and locking his eyes onto your face; not once looking at the TV. You play with the tag on the back- inside of his shirt as his arms stay fully wrapped around your waist, forcing your back to arch a bit. You look over at the clock. 9:56 pm.

"Baby," you reach for the remote and turn off the TV and sit up a bit, "lets go to bed." Art wiggles his eyebrows at that and you just scoff as a reply. He gets up and so do you. Art bends his elbow to you, offering to hold your arm, almost like a butler would to the princess. His other hand on his hip and he continues to smile widely. You hook your arm into his and he happily guides you both to your shared bedroom. He opens the bedroom door and reaches in to find the lightswitch, his tongue sticking out in an almost cartoonish manner of concentration. His smile returns when he flicks on the light and he fully opens the door, let's go of your arm, and gestures you in, in a "ladies first" kind of manner. You tiredly laugh and walk into the room. Art shut the door behind him when he enters too.

You tear off your bra and pull down your pants, then climb under the covers. Art climbs into bed with you, immediately snuggling close to you, burying his face in your neck. After a while, he pulls away and points at his cheek. "Kiss?" He nods and you kiss where he pointed. He turns his face to show his other cheek, pointing to it too, and you kiss it. He turns again and points to the cheek you kissed first and you lean in to kiss it again, when he moves his head at the last minute, making you kiss his lips. He silently laughs, pointing at you, silently saying "gotcha!". "Hey!" You laugh.

You flip eachother over, getting on top of him. His mouth forms an "O" shape for a second before his grin returns and he wiggles his eyebrows, his hands tracing your back. "If you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked." You kiss his lips and Art immediately presses his hand on the back of your head, tilting his head opposite of yours. You hum as you two kiss. You pulled away from the kiss, which makes Art frown, and he pushes you back into his lips. You smile and laugh a little bit kiss him back.

Arts hand goes down once again, giving your ass a playful squeeze. After a while of kissing, you two pull away and you lay on his side, looking up at him. How you loved this man. This sick, sick man. You both look at eachothers eyes, the only sound being heard is your breathing and an occasional car driving past coming for outside. You can't even hear him breathe. It's not like he's human anyway.

Art blows you a kiss, which you reply back with the back of your hand against your forehead, in a dramatic fashion, throwing your head back. Art holds you closely and buries his face into your neck, grinning. He looks at you, an eyebrow raised, as he slips his hand under your underwear, his hand now on your bare ass. When you look at him, silently questioning him, his eyebrow raises further up. "..finee." you roll your eyes and smile down at him.

Arts eyes light up instantly and he gets on top of you. He kisses your neck, rougher than his other kisses earlier that night. He grabs onto your hips and hoists you up so your head lays against the headboard, his body between your legs. Art dips his head down between your legs and bites your pantyline and tugs it off with his teeth, and painfully slow. He maintains eye contact the whole time and when you lock eyes with him, he wiggles his eyebrows in a playful manner, which you reply back with a breathy laugh.

Art pushes your legs back as far as they can comfortably go. He finally breaks eye contact to stare down at your pussy, licking his lips in an- again- almost cartoonish manner. He stays staring at it for seconds too long, making you look away a little embarrassed, feeling too exposed for too long now. Suddenly he dives in, not even going easy first. Your thighs tremble and you moan in suprise, your hands grabbing onto the bedsheets. Art goes from roughly sucking on your clit, shoving his tongue into you, and making out with your pussy, roughly moving his head side to side as he does. He occasionally looks up to watch your reaction to his movements, then looks back down at your pussy. He pulls away, making you look down at him. He uses one hand to point at the hand holding your legs apart. You caught the gist, replaces his hands on the back of your knees, opening your legs, with yours.

Once his hands are free, he licks his lips again and dives back in. Art uses his thumbs to spread you open, giving him more access. He goes faster and faster and you moan louder and louder. Your thighs tremble and Art continues eating you out. Art pulls away every so often, licking around your pussy, your inner thighs, and your ass; licking up your juices. He locks his lips around your clit and sucks roughly, moving his head side to side.

You moan louder and louder, warning him of your upcoming orgasm. He continues his movements, his hands gripping your hips and pressing his mouth impossibly closer to you. You grip onto your own thighs as your head rolls back, as your orgasm hits you like a train. You moan loudly, calling out his name, your legs threatening to close but your strong grip on them keeps them open. Art slows down just a little bit, but does stop. You squirm a little from the overstimulation as he continues.

After another minute of Art making out with your pussy, he pulls away, sitting up. His eyes stay locked on your pussy, his fingers teasing and tracing it. His hand goes to your thigh as you let go of your legs and they relax. Art grabs your chin, roughly but not enough to hurt, and he looks at you darkly. That stare would've scared anybody. But you've gotten used to it. You can tell what his eyes are telling you, rather than what his mouth can't. He kisses you roughly, and you taste yourself on his lips. How you're not covered in his face paint is beyond you. Maybe it's not face paint. Maybe it's just his face. Who knows?

Art pulls down his pants as he kisses you, your arms wrapped around his neck. He keeps his pants still on, but pulls it down just enough to where his dick is now exposed. He gives you no warning before he enters you, then wasting no time to start moving. You struggle to kiss him back, while you moan louder than you did when he ate you out a couple minutes ago. His hands grip your hips and he fucks into you roughly. You grip onto his arms as your back arches. Art bites down onto your neck, occasionally kissing it too.

Your head starts to go fuzzy as he continues his almost brutal pace, your hands on his back now, nails digging into his back. "Art...art- baby..." you moan out, making him look up at you. His expression looks relaxed but hungry, which was rare but not unusual. "Faster...I want more... give me everything you have..-!" You begged, but before you can finish your sentence, Art does exactly what you asked of him.

His pace is almost unhuman, and brutal. But really, that's all he is: unhuman and brutal. But it hurts so good. Your legs try to close, but with Arts body between them, they stay open. His eyes never leave your face as he continues. His signature grin returns- with no time for you to question the sudden expression change- and he delivers a couple rougher, harder thrusts into you, going deeper and deeper into you with each prolonged thrust.

You look up at him and he silently laughs before diving back in to attack your neck, and his fast, hard thrust come back. Your brain feels fuzzy, to the point where you're now just babbling nonsense into his ear as you moan. Your eyes roll back and your thighs tremble. After a bit of Art raming into you, seemingly, unmercifully and attacking your neck, you again warn him of your upcoming orgasm. His movements don't slow down, or speed up, as you cum for the second time that night. Even when the feeling subsides, he doesn't stop. He doesn't even slow down. He just sits up and looks into your eyes as he overstimulates you, again.

He picks up your legs, pressing your knees on either side of your chest as he continues. Drool collects a little on the corner of your mouth. You grip onto his arms as he (borderline creepily) smiles at you, showing no signs of stopping. You couldn't tell if you wanted to beg for more, or beg for mercy. "Art! Fuuuck!" You borderline scream, your nails digging into his arms as you cum again, this time squirting, making a mess on his shirt- that he was still wearing- ,his pants, and the bedsheets under you.

Art looks down as you make the mess, almost like in a trance. Your legs tremble in his grasp and he finally stops. He pulls out and looks up at you tired, fucked out face. His face looked suprise and points to the mess. "What?" You question, panting. He looks between your mess and your face a couple times, surprised. Art grins and flips you over to your stomach. You lay your head on pillows as Art lifts your hips up. His hands never leaves your hips, knowing your wobbly legs wouldn't be able to hold yourself up.

He enters you once again, making you moan, this time muffled by the pillow. His harsh pace from before starts up again and your eyes roll back and back arches. You moan loudly- again muffled by the pillow- as he continues. After a while, it seemed like Art didn't like how the pillow muffled your moans, so he digs his hand into your hair and pulls your head back. You continue moaning, blabbering his name, along with nonsense.

In the midst of your incoherent blabbering, you begged him for more, which he caught onto. Art throws your head back into the pillow and grip your hips harder. He goes harder, matching his speed, so much that it hurts. You moan loudly and your legs threaten to give out but Art keeps you on your knees. You turn to your head to look back at him, and he's grinning, like usual, looking at your reaction.

Art let's go of one of your hips, his hand roughly smacking your ass as he continues. When he heard your loud moan of a response, he deliveres another rough hit to the same spot. And another. And another. And a final one. He massages the spot he abused, not slowing down his thrusts for a second. You mutter to him that you're close and he continues his pace against you. You moan loudly as you cum, again.

And like everytime, he doesn't stop when you came. You reach back and grab onto his hand. He keeps going with his pace you again, make a mess on him and the bed. Your moans now sounding more broken and tired, but still loud. Even after you squirt for the second time tonight, Art didn't stop. He keeps his harsh pace until you feel him finish inside you and pulls out. Your body relaxes, but tenses up again when Art shoves two of his fingers into you, moving them in a rough pace.

You let out broken, sob-like moans as he continues, your thighs shaking. He keeps his pace steady and harsh until he sees you starting to squirt again. He quickly pulls out, and dives his face into your pussy as you cum, drinking your fluids. He grips onto your thighs as he cleans you up and sits up, finally. He flips you over so you're on your back, and stares at you face; red, lips puffy, eyes wet, and the corners of your mouth wet too (whether that be from drool and from he made out with you after he ate you out).

Art points at his now wet shirt, pants and the bedsheets, then pointing an accusing finger at you, moving his hands to rest on his hips as he nods, like a disappointed parent. "Your fault," you tiredly spit back. Art throws his hands up in a fake surrender and leans back a little and rolls his eyes. "Go change you're wet-" He grins at that. "That's what she said," You speak for him. Arts grin stays on his face as he gets up from the bed and changes clothes. Once he's changed and you slip your underwear back on, he crawls back into bed with you, covering the two of you in your blanket. He hugs you tightly, his grip more innocent now, his head on your chest. He traces a heart on your back, his own way of saying "I love you".

"I love you too," you whisper to him and he holds you tighter. "...so much." You mutter before falling asleep in his arms. Legs hurt, stomach aches, brains static, but hey, you're laying in bed with a torturous, brutal killer clown and you're alive. And loved by him. And every "pain" he does give you is always in bed. And you love it. ♡

I'm sorry if there's spelling mistakes I wrote this at 11pm, fell asleep, and finished it when I woke up 😭😭

Hell to Pay (Part 1)

In which you call upon a demonic being who seems happy to do your bidding in exchange for a little companionship…

General Tags: +18 (Minors DNI), EXTREMELY DUBIOUS CONSENT, DARK CONTENT, Hawks x Reader, Takami Keigo x Reader, Female Reader, Fallen Angel!Hawks, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Mild to Moderate Angst, Mentions of Heavy Drinking, Reader Has Poor Self Esteem, Reader is a People Pleaser, Reader has an Ex-Boyfriend (but he’s kinda shitty), Hawks is a lil mean    

Part 1 Tags: Mentions of Death, Mild Blood, Implications of Emotional Manipulation 

Part 2 Tags: Sex as Payment, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Biting

Part II 

Also available on my AO3!

AN: uuh so that halloween fic….it’s ok if its 24 days late right???? 😂

PLEASE READ BEFORE DIVING INTO THE FIC!!

Many elements in this fic are taken from Dante’s Inferno and Paradise Lost, so please just bear that in mind before delving in!

There is also VERY DUBIOUS CONSENT – reader does agree in the end, but it’s not without some hesitation, so please do not read this if that makes you uncomfortable! In addition to the above tags, if descriptions of emotional manipulation, self-deprecation, sickness and severe headaches make you uncomfortable, then this fic will not be fun for you!    

I left the reader’s intentions for the summoning ambiguous because I thought that would be easier/more inclusive if that makes sense???

HUGE THANK YOU to @keilemlucent for beta reading! 💕💕💕  

Hell to Pay (Part 1)

Thirteen candles, three tubs of salt, ten tubes of paint and a clumsy hand wound.

What has your life come to? You’re probably not even doing this right. There must be some more in-depth method to a summoning, because this all seems too textbook.

Thirteen candles; twelve placed in a circle at each point of a clock so the demon can find the way out of Hell, and the thirteenth in your hand so the demon can find you.

A ring of salt around the twelve candles to keep it trapped. Hopefully a breeze doesn’t disrupt the circle mid-ritual…

Ten tubes of red paint to draw the pentagram, each symbol and image copied straight from the book you’d ordered.

And a hand wound to get the blood needed to entice the demon to come out. You would smack yourself across the face if it didn’t hurt so much. Because the concept of summoning a demon is so incredibly ridiculous – and the fact that you’re sitting before a scene that looks like it’s come straight from some cheaply made horror flick – that you want to scream.

But it’s worth a shot, isn’t it? You’ve had a pretty bad week. Even if this doesn’t work, it’s nice to fantasise about summoning the worst Hell has to offer and setting them loose as a collective fuck you to the world.

Keep reading

V-day oneshot day 1

sorry pookies i’m a little late but it’s okay. Uhhh

WARNINGS: smut, suggestive language, fluff, degradation(kinda), begging, sex in posidens cabin, female reader.

SMUT UNDER CUT!!

"quit squirming-"

"How about you just quit staring and fuck me."

Y/n said through gritted teeth, instead of lying down, now resting on her elbows.

Percy, sitting in between Y/n's knees, had is hands splayed on Y/n's chest,

fondling with her breasts. 

"Jesus fucking- just-please.." 

Begged Y/n, rutting her hips up to meet Percy's bare hips. She gasped,

feeling Percy's slick cock brush against her exposed cunt.

Percy's hands left her chest. Now gripping her hips,

holding her in place.

"You take what you're given slut." Percy said harshly, one hand leaving her hips.

His fingers grazed down to her dripping pussy, index finger grazing over her sensitive 

clit. Y/n's eyes flutter shut, head tipping back. Percy's finger pressed against the bud, 

rubbing in figures of eight. Percy looked up, seeing y/n on her back and gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles were almost white. He smirked, leaning up to press kisses

to her neck. Percy felt his cock twitch, groaning against her neck. 

"Perce, please, just please fuck me.." Y/n begged, tangling her fingers in Percy's hair.

As his fingers still worked her clit his other hand reached down, poking and prodding

inside her cunt, teasing her. Y/n moaned as Percy's long finger sank inside her, Percy bit

his lip, moaning with her. He felt her velvety walls as he pressed another finger inside.

Y/n's back arched, mouth stretched into a perfect 'O'. Her eyebrows are tightly knit together.

"You sound so fuckin' pretty making those noises for me. y'know that? so fuckin' pretty." Percy said into her neck, pumping his fingers in and out of her. After a few pumps, Percy pulled out his fingers 

entirely. Sitting up on his heels, he smiled down at her, taking in her beauty

"Really? this again? C'mon just fuck me already Percy.." Y/n said breathlessly. She huffed

crossing her arms around her chest. Percy lightly laughed, leaning down for what was meant to be a quick kiss, but turned into a passion-filled make-out session. Y/n's arm wrapped around Percy's neck, pulling him closer. Percy held himself up, planting his arms around her shoulders. He reached one hand down to grip his throbbing cock, leading the tip to 

her entrance. When Percy's dick pressed into Y/n's heat she grabbed his hair, slightly

tugging. Percy bottomed out, y/n and him moaning into the kiss in sync. Percy was the first to break away, he was panting, lips red and glossy. "Tell me if I'm being too rough okay?" He said, grinding his hips into hers. Y/n nodded, biting her lip. Percy began with a slow but deep thrust, then worked his way up to a fast and deep thrust, his tip pecking her cervix. Y/n's eyes rolled into the back of her head, she relished in the feeling of Percy's

dick rubbing in all the right places inside her. Percy felt his lower abdomen tighten, so he went faster. His legs burned from the workout. Y/n let out a pornographic moan, throwing her head back against the mattress.

"S-shit perce' I'm-oh gods- I'm cl-close!" She yelled out, gripping Percy's hair tighter. Also felt the heat build up in her stomach. Percy tried his best to speak but only managed to force out a few words.

"Me too-ah-fuck.."

Percy's scalp slightly tingled, but it was all worth it cause the next minute he tipped over the edge. His thrust became erratic as he tried to help y/n also cum. And he succeeds, he felt her pussy clench around him. Y/n yelled out, back arching once more. After they both caught their breath Percy pulled out, watching his cum drip down to her ass. He let out a low whistle at the sight and laid down next to Y/n. She turned towards him, a warm smile on her face. Percy also turned to face her, smiling back. He reached a hand towards her face, brushing a few hairs away from her eyes. "I love you.." y/n whispered, moving closer to Percy. "I love ya too.." He said back, hand resting on her cheek. His eyes lingered on her face before inevitably drifting down to her breasts, he raised his eyebrows, smirking up at Y/n. "Round two?" He suggested Y/n rolled her eyes, a large grin on her face.

"You're lucky it's Valentine's Day.." she said, kissing Percy as he climbed on top of her again.

That's the stuff right there 😏 😏

Firework show. (NSFW!) Ace x Oc/Y/n

I made this semi my oc bc my oc has like fire and firework powers but I wanted this to be enjoyable for others that wanna roleplay as my oc.

Ace's breath hitched, a phantom sting lingering where the vibrant, almost playful, flames had kissed his skin. He flexed his singed fingers, the faint scent of burnt sugar and sulfur a stark contrast to the usual salty tang of the sea air. The memory of your heat, the way it bloomed and pulsed, replaced the phantom pain with a different, more potent kind of warmth.

The remnants of your power, a swirling, vibrant echo of fireworks and wildfire, still danced on his tongue, a taste he couldn't quite place. It was a delicious, dangerous burn, a reminder of the raw, untamed energy that pulsed within you. He remembered the way your body had arched, the soft gasps that turned into sharp, almost feral cries as his touch ignited your own internal inferno.

Now, standing on the deck of the Moby Dick, the curious gazes of his crewmates bore into him. "Ace, what happened to your fingers?" Thatch asked, his voice laced with concern. Marco chimed in, having seen the burns closer. "Yeah… You look like you burned them."

He froze, the question echoing the raw intensity of the previous night. The image of you, a swirling vortex of fire and light, overwhelmed his senses. His mind raced, searching for a plausible explanation, but all he could conjure were vivid flashes of your skin flushed with heat, the way your flames had danced around his touch, the way his tongue had traced the delicate lines of your form as you erupted in a blaze of your own making.

He swallowed, the phantom sting of your fire now a burning blush creeping up his neck. The words caught in his throat, a mix of desire and the sheer absurdity of trying to explain the consequences of your shared inferno. How could he possibly articulate the way your power, untamed and wild, had turned his own touch into a brand, a mark of your shared, fiery passion? Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse… You walked onto the deck, your gaze falling on the three of them.

Ace cleared his throat nervously, his eyes darting towards the floor as he fiddled with his now burnt but healing fingers. It wasn't his fault you were so easy to… flare up. You had similar powers to Ace, but without a Devil Fruit, your abilities manifesting as fire or fireworks. Usually, when intense emotions like pleasure, sadness, anger, or envy took hold, you became… fiery. So, during their intimate moment, you unintentionally burnt his three fingers and tongue. Thankfully, neither of you were harmed by the fire itself, but physical damage was still a possibility. If they could see his tongue, they would surely notice its abnormally vibrant red hue.

"Ah…uh…" he stuttered, scratching the back of his head, the blush on his face deepening. He glanced at Thatch and Marco, who were still eyeing his burnt fingers with concern. The corner of his mouth twitched into a sheepish, forced smile. "Well…you know how it is, right? I'm always clumsy..." he said, hoping his nonchalance would diffuse the situation.

But your presence only heightened his embarrassment. He could still vividly recall the taste of you, the sound of your moans against his lips. It was impossible to ignore the pull towards you, the way his heart raced whenever you were near.

"Just…got careless with some fireworks last night," he lied smoothly, averting his gaze from your knowing expression. The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly, years of pirate life honing the skill. "Nothing to worry about," he assured, holding up his hand with a casual wave.

Inside, though, he felt anything but casual. He craved another taste of your fire, the rush of adrenaline as your flames danced around him. And there you were, a living embodiment of everything he desired and feared. The urge to reach out, to pull you close, to apologize for the burns was strong, but he held back. For now, he'd let the secret simmer between them.

Marco and Thatch looked confused. They weren't aware Ace had fireworks, but… Ace was always reckless. And they had indeed heard some sort of fireworks last night. However, Thatch wasn't buying Ace's story easily, his eyes finding yours and giving you a skeptical look. Marco was thinking the same thing but didn't want to jump to any conclusions, knowing it would fluster you both and probably make both of you go on fire. Again. Marco raised a doubtful eyebrow. "With three fingers and your tongue? Sounds a bit… specific."

A shiver went down Ace's spine as he remembered the way his tongue had swirled and dipped, the way your moans had grown louder, more desperate. Your fingers had gripped his hair, your nails digging into his scalp as the intensity built. Then, a sudden, sharp burst of heat, and a searing pain had shot through his fingers and across his tongue, the taste of you replaced by the acrid tang of burnt flesh. He'd pulled back, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and concern, but you'd only gasped, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your release. He began to think about the way your breath had hitched, soft whimpers escaping your lips as his fingers slipped inside you, the friction building the heat within you. Your flames, usually contained, began to flicker and dance along your skin, a visual representation of the rising pleasure. He'd dipped his head, his tongue tracing the delicate folds of your core, and your fire had erupted, a wave of heat washing over him. The taste of you, a blend of sweetness and sulfur, had filled his senses as your body convulsed around him, your internal fire igniting his own... Oh and when you came? When you came... It felt like fireworks popping and sizzling on his tongue your sweet juices flowing onto his tongue like fire... He knows it's bad for him. But you know Ace loved it as much as you did in the heat of the moment.

"I swear it's nothing, Marco... I'm fine. I just... Got a little carried away with something-"

"Something or someone?" you replied, finally breaking your silence. Ace's eyes widened in shock… He knew how bold you were, but fuckkk—you were driving him insane. That playful look in your eyes and that teasing little smirk on your face… Thatch and Marco's eyes darted between you and Ace. It didn't take long to put the pieces together. Oh but when you put two and two together what do you get? A very hot mess.

Looks like Ace was playing with fire. Literally.

Complete☁️Comfort

hi! could i request for fluff and comfort with ace? there was this one reddit post i saw abt a guy who rambled abt being so grateful and happy that he's loved by his girlfriend, and the post described how he felt that way when they were having a bath together (nonsexual, i promise! feel free to look the reddit post up). i thought the prompt suited ace so much, esp since the guy in that reddit post mentioned that he cried out of happiness, so maybe smth like this with ace x fem!reader?

ofc, feel free to skip if it makes u uncomfy ^^

~ ♠️ anon

shower me in your love | Ace x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x GN! Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Warning(s): Nudity (non-sexual)

A/n: I loved this idea so much anon, I was so excited to write it for so long TT but post-exam creativity block really hit hard so this is a bit later than I had hoped to put out. Also, you asked for fem!reader but I think this fic never specified any body parts or pronouns at any point, so it ended up gender neutral haha... This is my first time attempting to write Ace, so please forgive any oocness ><

Please do not ask me the mechanics of a bathtub on a pirate ship and let's just pretend that can work out because the sea is on my side, 'kay? I hope you enjoy ♡ and thank you for the request!

also available on ao3!

The sun had dipped beneath the horizon but the sky was still clinging onto a fading orange. Above him, it was already starting to look like a dark midnight blue mixing into violet. Ace's shoulders slouched, the tension seeping out as he made his way to his sleeping quarters. The day had been hectic, and even the usually energised division commander was feeling a bit exhausted.

Ace couldn't wait to drop into his bed and fall asleep but the plan went out the window when he opened his door to find you sitting on his bed, your back to him.

"Hey," he called out, making you snap your neck around. Just the sight of your bright smile got a little more tension out of him. You bounced up to him, hands immediately coming up to cradle his face. You pulled him into a soft kiss and Ace exhaled slowly, pressing his body into your own soft one.

Out of the two of you, Ace was definitely the one with the higher body temperature but somehow, when you hugged, he couldn't help but feel that you were more… warmer. It was a different sort of warmth than physical– more emotional, he supposed. You felt a little bit like coming home, like coming to a fireplace after a day out in the snow.

"Hey," you said quietly, pulling back just enough to admire his face. He didn't have to say anything; he could see the understanding on your face with just one glance. "It's been an exhausting day, huh?"

"Mm," he didn't feel like talking about it, instead opting to drop his head on your shoulder. Ace pressed his nose into the crook of your neck, taking the familiar light scent of you. You giggled at the sensation, playfully pushing him without any real strength to it.

"That tickles!"

"You smell amazing," he whispered. You blushed, pushing at him with a bit more strength now.

"I'm sweaty, what do you mean?" You huffed out another short laugh. "And so are you, mister. C'mon, how about a nice hot bath, hm? I already set it up for the both of us while waiting."

Ace finally pulled away, looking at you with the softest expression. This time, he was the one to cradle your face in his hands. Pressing a light kiss on your forehead, he murmured a quiet admission of love. Gentle hands guided him toward the bathroom, shutting the doors behind him. Ace stood there as you removed his clothes and accessories with somewhat practised hands. When the both of you were undressed, you pulled him into the bathtub and sat down in between his legs.

This close, you could feel that Ace was running warmer than even the hot water around you. He quickly pressed a peck on the tip of your nose to surprise you, then grabbed the bottle of shampoo and soap to start but you stopped him. You took the shampoo out of his hands and smiled warmly when he looked at you with curiosity.

"How about I wash you today?" There was a hint of shyness in your voice, along with a sparkling in your eyes. Ace just nodded dumbfoundedly, watching you carefully squeeze out some of the shampoo into your hands. "Alright, stay still, I'll go sit behind you."

You stood up, the water splashing a bit as you carefully manoeuvred around to sit on the edge of the tub that was attached to the wall. Ace let your free hand guide his frame in between your legs and waited for a few seconds.

The moment your shampoo lathered finger dipped into his hair, he felt boneless. You weren't even doing much, just carding your fingers and working out the tangles as you ensured that the shampoo properly washed the roots and the tips, but it felt so good.

Ace couldn't really remember the last time someone touched him with such gentleness, such care and love. (He couldn't even remember who would have touched him like that the last time. Was it his mother?) You hummed a song he had heard you singing in passing, as you pressed your fingers into his scalp for a slight massage.

Another shaky exhale left his mouth along with the last remaining tension in his shoulders. Ace closed his eyes. With a soft hum, he pressed his head back into your stomach, heart singing at the sound of your giggle echoing in the small bathroom.

"Hey!" You said indignantly, pushing at his foam covered head. "Don't put your shampoo on my stomach."

It made Ace smile and he obliged, leaning his head away. You didn't touch him for a few minutes and he cracked his eyes open to look around at you, to find that you were shampooing your own hair now. You slid down into the tub and he made some space between the wall and him so you could sit properly. Once you were done, you wiped off the foam on your hand and switched to the soap.

"Alright, c'mere, my big baby," you grunted, trying to pull him by his arm. He blinked then let you pull him into the position you wanted. And then you are sitting in his lap, soap being lathered onto his skin with diligent hands. He didn't say anything and just stared quietly at you from the close proximity.

Normally, having you in his lap would get him a little… excited, but today, the action was so non-sexual and domestic, it seemed to hurt. Every movement and word you had said felt mind-numbingly relaxing. Half a year ago, if someone had suggested he would be in this position with you, he would have laughed and called them to get their marbles checked.

Right now though, he couldn't believe his own luck as your fingers dragged over him with a gentleness he had yet to experience from elsewhere. He was strong. Everyone knew that. You knew that. But even knowing that, you always touched him so softly, so gently, that it made him feel like he was made out of fragile brittle glass.

He kinda liked it.

To be vulnerable in front of you only was something he could agree to. No one had ever been this patient and loving towards him, and the fact that he loved you too much to even put it into words crashed around inside him as he watched you soap yourself up.

You were beautiful, obviously. He had to be blind to not notice how gorgeous you were. But sometimes, he couldn't help but think that your real beauty lies in how you just fit in with everyone so well. You were understanding, you were kind and you were there whenever anyone needed you. You were there when Ace needed you. And even though you were there for him, silently understanding what he needed, you never expected anything back for it. It was purely an act of love.

He wasn't talking much like usual today, but you didn't say anything about it. You only continued in your actions, washing away the soap and the shampoo with the water. Ace continued to stare at you, wondering if you were really real.

You were so good to him. He remembered when Marco had mentioned after you announced your relationship that you were good for him. He hadn't really understood the depth of that sentence until now. Until this moment, sitting in his bathtub that was definitely not made for two people, as you washed him even though he was a grown adult who could do it himself.

And it wasn't really about the ability to do it, was it? It was more about the feelings and the thoughts behind the action– it was about the care you felt. Of course you knew he could do it– but you wanted to do it for him anyway because you loved him.

You loved him so much, he couldn't help but feel thoroughly loved and blessed. You, who could have fallen in love with anyone, had fallen in love with him. On his down days, he couldn't help but think that you deserved better than him. Right now though, he couldn't think of anything else but the fact that he was so grateful that you chose him out of everyone.

Whatever made you choose him– he would forever be grateful to it. You were the best thing to happen to him.

"Ace?" Your concerned voice startled him out of his thoughts, and he looked at you. You were done cleaning off both of you, but you were back in his lap. Familiar hands came up to wipe away what Ace realised were tears streaming down his face. He felt a little mortified that he cried over something so small but, like always, it was like you could read his mind. "It's not insignificant if it makes you feel something so strong. Just let it out, hm?"

He didn't really need your 'permission', but the moment you said that, his body seemed to take it as the cue to cry even more. Warm tears rolled down his cheeks and he felt you guide his face into the crook of your neck– you knew he felt embarrassed about crying in front of you. You just did it to let him save face; you let him hide his face in your embrace.

Ace sobbed into your neck, body shaking as he felt your fingers card through his hair and draw hearts into his back, over his tattoo. The two of you stayed like that for a while until the tears finally stopped.

"Let's dry up?" Your eyes were soft as you helped him stand up and out of the bathtub. "And then we can cuddle in bed all night. How does that sound?"

You didn't need to say it out loud to let him know how you felt. Ace watched you wrap a towel around him and then yourself, the unspoken words lingering in the air alongside the steam.

"Sounds amazing."

I love you too.

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If you aren’t writing for Hazbin then please feel free to ignore this! I remember seeing somewhere that you wanted Adams teen!reader and Alastors teen!reader to meet, and I was thinking they would maybe meet during the next extermination. I was also thinking about scenarios where Voxs teen!reader and Alators teen!reader meet/interact. I’m sorry this is so long, and I hope you have a great day/night!

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I don't remember if I made a Vox teen/reader but...

I imgaine Vox's to be a soft spoken person (the opposite of Vox)

They like to stay behind the screen and make themselves usueful in anyway possible to the Vees

V!reader (imma call them Vee) is more timid then A!reader when they first meet Vee was intimidated by them even though reader actually wanted to talk but misunderstood and thought Vee was being standoffish and stuck up so they don't like them

A few times after that Vee started to think reader was just rude

Every time they meet its never friendly, reader always starts the arguments and ends while while Vee defends themself

Now moving onto the scenario

EPI 2: video killed the radio star

*Alaster and reader are walking out the tailor to see Vox's spectical on the tv. Alaster sighs and continues down the street while reader goes to take a closer look when they see Vee*

A- Aw I thought I unplugged you. *looks up and down* You're clearly still defective, I can help with that

Vee- *sigh* 7 years was far too much luck in this hellhole.

A- You must've missed me if you've been counting

Vee- oh please the only thing I miss is the silence before you started talking

A- Silence? With that staic up there talking shit

Vee- He's just saying what were all thinking

A- Seems like nothing has changed. He's still the one talking for you huh. Do me a favor and only speak when spoken too it's the only thing it seems you're good at.

Vee was taken a back but when they when to speak they were cut off by Alastor on the radio.

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Can you do a part 2 of where Y/n is the sister of Giyuu that escaped the Infinity Castle??? You don't have to if you don't want but I really look foward to it😌✨

Also I wanted to say that I love your writtings, I really liked the serie where reader has botanic BDA 😌 and the hashiras' (how do I call that, serie?) mini serie.

Take care!

So sorry for the wait I've just started college and have been drowning in work😭

Thank you so much❤ there will be an update to the BDA series soon. Are you talking about the father series?

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　After you said your name the hashira were silent. They whipped their heads to look and Giyuu who was to busy staring at you to notice.

"Is something wrong."

"Do you not... Recognize me?" Giyuu stammered.

You examined his face, he bore some resemblance to your twin but he looked so different. Not just in age but you almost didn't recognize him cause he was like a shell of his former self.

"Giyuu? It can't be." You gasped as you started to get up and walk towards him.

"It's me."

You shakingly walked up to him and sat on your feet, observing his face. You grabbed his face.

"You look so different... So grown up." You said as you started to tear up.

"You look the same." He grabbed your hands from his cheeks and pulled you into a tight hug.

That comment broke you. You haven't changed much while in the Infinity castle because of malnutrition. You've missed so much time, cried so many tears thinking you were gonna die alone down there. It's almost unbelievable that you are alive and with your twin.

Your tears drowned out the rest of the meeting.

*time skip*

After saying goodbye to everyone Giyuu took you to his house. You couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, you haven't been around humans for years.

He showed you around with a smile on his face. He lead you to the kitchen where he cooked a big meal just for you.

As you both sat at the table he started to eat while you just stared at the food, it didn't take him long to notice.

"Are you alright? Why aren't you eating?"

"Huh oh umm... I'm ok." You take a bowl of (f/f) and start eating, "It's just not what I'm used to."

"What are you used to?"

You didn't respond thinking about the ways Douma would make you eat, trying to get a different reaction out of you each time. You shake your head getting rid of those thoughts as you forced a smile.

"Nothing. Im fine, promise."

Although Giyuu didn't believe you he let it because he knew you went through a lot.

After dinner you enjoyed a nice long and very needed bath before Giyuu showed you to you room right next to his.

He helped you set up your futon.

"I know you might not wanna talk about anything that happened but I'm here. I'll always be here for you. Whatever you need just ask." He held you in a tight embrace.

"Thank you Giyuu." You muttered before he let you go.

"Good night." He said walking out.

"Good night."

As you lay down and listened to the silence around you, you realized that you were free—truly free—after a year of torment.

"I'm alive." You whispered to no one as you drifted asleep.

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hiii just found you, and was wondering if you could do like the hashira’s reactions to a half demon, half human child (maybe toddler age). The child would be introduced at one of the hashira meetings

Then again I don’t know if you’ve already done this but yeah…

I have done something similar but I can't find it

Demon slayer masterlist

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"Hey, kid!" A lowered rank yelled at you. It was the middle of the night and you were alone in the middle of the woods, playing without a care in the world.

"Kid where are your parents!" He got closer while still yelling.

This time you turned to face him. Your eyes glowed in the dark scaring the poor guy.

"Hi." You smiled while waving.

"What are you doing out here?"

"playin' "

"Where are your parents?" He asked again. You shrugged your shoulders.

"Come with me I'll take you somewhere safe." He leaned down to your height while holding out his arm, You hesitantly took it.

He took you to the master's estate in hopes of him finding a place for you

Ubuyashiki couldn't find your family so he made arrangements for you to live with him and his family

during this time his wife noticed your weird behaviors like not eating or sleeping, feeling nauseous around the scent of wisteria, your skin getting irritated when your out in the sun for too long

She brought this up with her husband and he asked you If you were a demon to which you replied

"Yes and no but master said it's a secret"

it's no longer a secret cause he called a meeting

"Hello my children, I've called you all here on account of my guest. A child was found playing in the woods, They have been living here for a while and we have suspected they might be a cross of demon and human."

"How is that possible?"

"Can we met them."

"I don't want to met another demon." Sanemi said with a tone of arrogance.

"Then go home no one needs the attitude." Tengen sassed.

"You-"

"I for one would like to see what they are like!" Rengoku boasted, accidentally cutting Sanemi off. He couldn't hear him.

"Are we sure it's safe. We do not know its intention." Gyomei asked.

"During the time they were here they never ate or was agressive towards anyone. Why don't you come out Y/n, I know you're listening."

You slightly opened the door to the engawa and peaked your head out.

"They're gonna kill me." You whined.

"No ones gonna kill you," Ubuyashiki and his children chuckled, "Can you come here please."

You thought for a minute before slowly making your way over to him, careful not making eye contact with the hashira.

"Aw how cute." Mitsuri gushed.

"What's wrong with it."

"Still with the attitude."

"Poor thing is scared." Gyomei started to tear up.

"They don't look the least bit demon." Iguro noted.

"Cause I'm not... Not fully." You said.

"What does that mean, Y/n?" Kagaya asked.

You shrugged, Sanemi groaned, "No disrespect master, but I don't see the purpose of keeping it alive."

"I second that."

"I told you they wanted to kill me!" You cried while running back into the mansion.

"...Well then I guess this meeting it over. You are dismissed."

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Hear me out. Hear me tf out. A reader who is Tomioka’s fraternal twin and got separated from him when he ran into the mountains, with the relatives failing to find him but catching her. Anyway, she suddenly jumps out of the infinity castle during that one moment in the first episode of the Hashira training arc. Like, just as the door is about to close, this lady just appears and uses the demon as a stepping stone to jump out, and once it closes the momentum has her slamming onto the ground and rolling a couple of feet. And she just kind of lies there before rolling over and staring at the sky, before starting to laugh and cry at the same time, babbling about how she made it, she’s alive, she’s out of that place. Now, Sanemi and Obanai have no idea who this lady is, but they want answers as to why the hell she just jumped out of that place. She’s covered in scratches and had torn her kimono to knee-length for more mobility in there. Anyway, the Kakushi bringing her to headquarters to get her treated and during the Hashira meeting Sanemi or Obanai just mention this girl who was there in their mission and who is getting checked over by the butterfly girls, but she might have important information. Pls make a fic of this.

I liked writing this it was fun. Thank you for requesting ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

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It felt like an eternity since you were kidnapped by Douma but you remember your life before. You remember running with your sister and brother, only stopping when reaching a clearing in the forest. Your sister urged you and your twin to keep moving but when you tried to stand you found yourself in an unfamiliar place.

The Infinity Castle.

It's been years before since you've seen the sun but you didn't lose hope. Your sister and brother were out there, hopefully. They become your reason for living.

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"Awww look at you. A rare beauty but so playful... please come out, I'm not gonna hurt you." Douma laughed.

You held your breath as you hid from the demon. Quietly maneuvering through the infinite rooms in vain. You've been playing hide n seek for hours, without food or water your body is sure to give out any minute now.

"I think I really lost you. Come out please, you'll be dead if Master finds you. Besides all that I know you're hungry, you haven't eaten in a few days. You won't last long if you keep with up." He pleaded, his voice becoming quieter the more you moved but you couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

As you walked through one of the rooms you saw a demon falling from what seemed to be different from the rest of the castle's terrain. It was an opening. Something that you had been tortured with, he would make an opening far enough way so that you would have to run to get to it. Of course, he was always faster and he wouldn't even let you get close.

But this time he didn't know where you were plus he didn't open it.

This was your chance to escape and you didn't waste it.

luckily for you the room you were in was close enough to make it even with your limited stamina.

You ran as fast as you could, taking the demon by surprise and using your momentum, propelled yourself through the opening right as the demon slayer stabbed the ground.

You made it.

You got as far away from the opening as you could. you laid on your back looking up at the moon. It finally hit you, You really got out. After years of being in that horrible place, you finally escaped.

You start to smile as tears welled up in your eyes. You gasped for air but a strained laugh left your lips when you exhaled. It quickly developed into deranged and uncontrollable laughter as the crocodile tears wouldn't stop.

The two demon slayers stared at you not knowing what to do.

"Hey, what were you doing in there?" Sanemi questioned as he pointed his sword at you.

It took you a moment to calm youut as you were about to speak you passed out.

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*two weeks later*

"Her injuries are minor but she has so many of them that she lost a lot of blood. Judging by her physical condition she's malnourished and has been sleep-deprived for a while. It's better to let her rest for now." Ubuyashiki's son read out Shinobu's note at a hashira meeting.

"Sanemi, you and Obanai found her while in pursuit of a demon correct? Was there anything unusual about her?"

"Yes sir, she jumped out of the infinity castle as a demon went in. She was hysterical before she passed out." Sanemi explained as everyone listened intensely.

"When she wakes up I would like to talk to her with all of you present."

The rest of the meeting was uneventful.

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Shinobu personally looked after you while you were recovering. You didn't wake up for another week and when you did, Shinobu ensured you were healthy enough before bringing you to a meeting.

She gave you new clothes and a nice meal before leading you to the demon slayers' headquarters.

You were met with a kind smile from the master which you returned. You sat on the gravel in front of the master.

None of the hashira had arrived yet.

"How are you feeling?" Ubuyashiki asked.

"I'm feeling much better. Thank you."

"That's good to hear. Do you have any plans after this is over?

"Hmm... I haven't thought about it. I have no home to go back to and my fam- I don't know what happened to my family." You muttered the last part.

"That's ok, we can talk about that later."

One by one the hashira arrived and sat in their usual positions.

"Hello, my children it's nice to see all of you in good condition. Now to the matter a hand, Ma'am can you tell us how you got into the demons domain." Ubuyashiki opened the floor for you to talk.

"I honestly don't know, one minute I was running with my brother and sister then the next I was in a room."

This caught Giyuu's attention.

"What was it like in there."

"Torture. I could barely eat, sleep, or even breathe without being watched. And the place was never-ending and constantly changing."

"DID YOU SEE KIBUTSUJI?" The wind hashira barked.

"Kibutsuji?"

"Muzan Kibutsuji. The demon king." Ubuyashiki explained.

"Oh, Douma kept me away from him. He said if the master saw me he'd kill me. Douma is a demon with long blonde hair, a golden fan and colorful eyes."

"Did he have a number engraved in his eye? If so what was it?"

"Number 2."

"Forgive me for being so rude but I forgot to ask for your name."

"It's Tomioka Y/n."

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i hope you like it

How do you think Alastor would react to teen!readers parents trying to join the Hotel to get to read? Thank you for reading this and have an amazing day

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Reference

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This is gonna be a short and sweet.

They dead. Both of them. Couldn't even see all of hell cause once alastor knew they were down there he hunting them.

They didn't even get to she Charlie's commercial.

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But let's say he didn't kill them and they showed up at the hotel.

You were probably in your room when they pleaded to Charlie for redemption to which Charlie obviously accepted.

Alastor was plotting to kill them the moment he saw them. They recognized him and tried to apologize but he was hearing none of that.

By the time you came down stairs you wished you never left the comfort of you room. You vividly remember when you were alive, its not easy to forget.

Your parents practically threw themselves at your feet apologizing but you didn't believe them.

It developed into a small argument and Charlie tried her best to resolve it while husk and angel watch from the couch with a bucket of popcorn.

In the end they died.

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My day was pretty alright. I hope you have an amazing day❤

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

I've been away for a while posting here and there but now I'm a little more free.

Hi I was wondering if you could do teen! Fem! Reader where she’s Charlie’s younger sister. And her relationship with Lucifer. Like is it as bad as Charlie’s? Also it’s up to you if reader lives in the hotel with Charlie or with Lucifer! Thanks!!

Hi (●’◡’●)ﾉ I decided to try something new.

Sorry for the wait

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I imagine the young reader lives with Lucifer

Since reader got to live with her dad she got used to the way he would try and avoid topics. She knows he wants the best for Charlie and so does she

Their relationship is great for the most part

both of them took Lilith leaving with Charlie very hard but for reader, she didn't understand most of it cause she was so young but she does remember her mom

reader opens the door to Lucifer's room to find him doing what he always does. Playing with ducks.

"Dad, Charlie invited us to the hotel... again."

He looked up at you with a saddened expression before he cleared his throat, "Umm well, what'd you tell her."

"A definite maybe."

"Good." He went back to what to he was doing.

"Really Dad? Well you don't have to go but I'm going" He didn't respond, "Well, see ya later."

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For the alator teen!reader, what are their relationships like with the other members of the hotel and Rosie

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Angel dust

Y'all argue alot but are friendly most of the time

When it's just the two of you he isn't angel dust he's Anthoney

I feel like y'all interact the most out loud

He is your biggest cheerleader and critic

10/10

Husk

Y'all have a unspoken lanuguage

Judging everyone without a second thought

nothing gets past y'all

You can tell him anything and he won't tell a soul

He let's you taste the drinks he make but it's never enough to get you drunk

He reminds me of an uncle

9/10

Nifty

ngl I don't know what to say about nifty i mean it's nifty

10/10

Vaggie

She doesn't like your attitude but respects your boundaries

Y'all don't interact much but when you do it's mostly positive

7/10

Charlie

When you first met her you though she was obnoxious and tried to avoid her but there's something about her that nobody can ignore

Sometimes she can be overbearing but she takes criticism well

Even if you don't want to be redeemed she'll be supportive of anything else you do

6/10

Rosie

She LOVES you

If you need anything she's the person you go to (even before Alastor but he doesn't know that

She'll drop anything and everything for you

100/10❤

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Law x reader fluff (established relationship, slight angst to fluff/nothing serious, slightly suggestive)

This is for you POOKIE @berryghostbunny but remember law is mine

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"Law how long are you planing on staying in here." You questioned from the opposite side of the desk as him.

"Until I'm done... You don't have to wait for me."

You pouted but he didn't notice.

You huffed and stomped out of his office hoping that he'll at least try and follow you to your shared room. Instead, you were met with Bepo trying to cheer you up but it didn't help.

Instead, he lulled you to sleep with stories of when he and law were little.

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In the morning you were awoken by an arm moving up and down your waist, squeezing gently in certain places. You moaned and tried to turn around, but he gripped your waist and pulled you against him.

"Law?~"

"I'm sorry, love." He whispered against your neck, leaving small kisses.

"No you're not. You're gonna do it again tomorrow." You tried to wiggle out of his grasp but his grip was too strong.

"Doesn't mean I can't be sorry about making you wait for me."

"That's not why I'm upset. I'm upset because you know how important sleep is yet you hardly ever. It's stupid... You're stupid." You muttered the last part, relaxing in his grip.

"I know," He kissed the back of your neck, "I'll make it up to you." He rolls over to be on top of you. He starts kissing your cheek and slowly moving to your neck before you stopped him.

Pushing him onto his back while you straddle him you whisper, "you better, Captain."

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Choso x gn reader ( @berryghostbunny )

college au

warning: mention of throw up

summary: You and Choso go to a college party

Your first college party. You had been warned about college parties, pacing yourself, keeping an eye on your drink, don't sleep with strangers, etc. But you didn't worry too much because you had your boyfriend to protect you.

One problem tho... You were terrible at pacing yourself. an hour into the party you were the drunkest you have ever been and it was starting to get a bit overwhelming.

You sat on the couch of what you guessed was the living room when the whole room started to get hot. The music started to become muffled, and the people blurred into moving lights.

You tried to calm yourself by getting some water but as soon as you stood up you felt nauseous.

You flashed a look to Choso which he got immediately the hit and was at your side in an instant.

"Maybe we should get some fresh air, love." Choso wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you outside where there was a porch swing. He gently sat you down,

"I'll be back with some water." He pecked your head before running inside.

As you sat there and waited for him when the nauseous feeling came back, you quickly leaned over the porch railing and let everything out.

"Oh baby," You didn't even notice Choso come up behind you until he had his hand on your back. running his hand up and down soothingly, "Maybe it's time for us to go home."

You were about to object but you had to throw up again.

When you were finished wiped your mouth and leaned back to look at him. He smiled at you as he handed you a bottle of water.

"Let's go home."

*bonus*

At home Choso ran you a bath.

"Feeling better, love?" He said while sitting on the side of the bathtub resting his hand on your arm.

"So much better... Why don't you join me."

"I want to make sure you feel better."

"I already told you I do and I'll feel 10 times better if you join me." You raise your hand to place over his that touches your arm. He took that hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss.

"Your wish is my command, love."

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Choso x gn reader ( @berryghostbunny )

college au

warning: mention of throw up

summary: You and Choso go to a college party

Your first college party. You had been warned about college parties, pacing yourself, keeping an eye on your drink, don't sleep with strangers, etc. But you didn't worry too much because you had your boyfriend to protect you.

One problem tho... You were terrible at pacing yourself. an hour into the party you were the drunkest you have ever been and it was starting to get a bit overwhelming.

You sat on the couch of what you guessed was the living room when the whole room started to get hot. The music started to become muffled, and the people blurred into moving lights.

You tried to calm yourself by getting some water but as soon as you stood up you felt nauseous.

You flashed a look to Choso which he got immediately the hit and was at your side in an instant.

"Maybe we should get some fresh air, love." Choso wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you outside where there was a porch swing. He gently sat you down,

"I'll be back with some water." He pecked your head before running inside.

As you sat there and waited for him when the nauseous feeling came back, you quickly leaned over the porch railing and let everything out.

"Oh baby," You didn't even notice Choso come up behind you until he had his hand on your back. running his hand up and down soothingly, "Maybe it's time for us to go home."

You were about to object but you had to throw up again.

When you were finished wiped your mouth and leaned back to look at him. He smiled at you as he handed you a bottle of water.

"Let's go home."

*bonus*

At home Choso ran you a bath.

"Feeling better, love?" He said while sitting on the side of the bathtub resting his hand on your arm.

"So much better... Why don't you join me."

"I want to make sure you feel better."

"I already told you I do and I'll feel 10 times better if you join me." You raise your hand to place over his that touches your arm. He took that hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss.

"Your wish is my command, love."

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Hello, I hope you are well, could I ask for an Alastor and Teen!Reader, who focuses on their dynamics within the Haznin Hotel, situations like this where the reader is moody (I like that dynamic) but Alastor asks him to do something and his smile? (Sorry if it's not explained well)

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The game you've been playing, Honkai Star Rail (or anything else), had recently had an update and you wanted to catch up on the story quest. You got comfortable with snacks and blankets before diving into the game.

The last time you looked at the time it was 9:00pm.

It's currently 6:50am when you heard a knock on your door. You ignore it.

"I'm coming in." Alastor sang as he opened your door. You were buried under a mountain of blankets and pillows. You peeked out and saw Alastor sit on the side of your bed.

"We're making a new commercial for the hotel."

"Okay and?"

"You're going to be in it."

"Whyyyyyy."

"And you're gonna act lively WITH a smile unless you want me to give you something to frown about."

You groan.

"Oh come now, it's just for a 1 minute commercial.

"but it's so much work."

"Really Y/n." He sighed, "Get up and stop complaining." With a snap of his fingers, your clothes changed.

You reluctantly got up and followed him down stairs. Vaggie was more excited than usual as she approached you.

"This won't take long. If you cooperate, you'll be back to doing nothing in no time." She said sarcastically.

"Ya' know your tone was why people think you're a bi- you're mean." You have to stop yourself from cursing cause Alastor doesn't like it. He says it's improper. Alastor's smile widened at your self-restraint.

"A-n-yway let's make the commercial." She pulled you into her side and turned to face the other who, other than Nifty, looked unimpressed.

*time skip*

Charlie came back just in time to see the commercial air - before it was interrupted.

"YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING!" You jumped up from your spot on the couch.

"Nice restraint Y/n."

"I smiled and everything." You whined while dramatically leaning over his lap.

"I know and it was such a lovely smile. You should smile more." He successfully comforted you.

"That was a smile? If I were alive and saw that I would've thought I you were the grim reaper." Angel laughed. You quickly sat up and glared at him.

"At least I was moaning every line."

"I was entertaining. The only thing you had going for you was your 'smile'. "

"Both of you shut up we can't hear the tv."

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art by: @ghostly-one

Here's a suggestion for teen!reader and Alastor, after the battle at the end of season one, reader helps repair Alastors staff

Hello sorry for the wait.

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Angels are tough but anyone who crossed your path literally didn't see you coming. You were surrounded by a bunch of dead angels with more coming when they suddenly stopped and started to retreat.

The battle was over.

You were out of breath with minor injuries, so you decided to lie down.

"Get up." An unrecognizable voice said causing you to jump up with (weapon of choice) in hand. You were surprised to see a wounded Alastor clutching his staff. Now broken staff

"Are you-"

"Follow me."

You followed him to his destroyed radio tower. He shoved the two pieces of his staff if your hands.

"Fix it." He said as he started to descend into madness.

You looked down at the staff and then back up at him. He was clearly losing his mind, and you knew why but if you brought it up while he was like this he would surely kill you. So you tried to lighten the mood.

"I'm not a miracle worker." You joked but Alastor didn't even hear you, he was too deep into how to get out of his contract.

So you get to work on his staff but it's easier said than done. The easy part is fixing the staff itself and making the microphone work, the hard part is putting the magic that it once held back in it.

After fixing the staff itself Alastor got himself together and brought the both of you to the others. His attitude did a complete 180.

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A/n: With this post I'm glad to announce that my break is over but requests will still be closed for a lil bit.

April Fools!😭

or is it?😏

art by: @ghostly-one

Following the ask where adam kid sees him die and decides to become general when they're older can I request years later when they're more older they act like Adam with a dash of invader zim? (They're annoying to everyone around them in Heaven and Hell, but for heaven they have high respect for Sera...but they unknowingly annoy her like Zim annoys the tallests)

Part 1

Taglist: @sugerplumig, @yukicandlewolf, @valerie-36, @kira-lovejoy

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"Y/n!"

"Oh uh, what happened?" Sera snapped you out of your thoughts.

"You were telling me what you were going to do about the extermination."

"Oh yeah!" You got excited, "As I was saying, I'm gonna finish what my dad started, We failed because we thought we couldn't be harmed but thanks to MY great leadership skills and battle strats we can win."

"It isn't about winning, Y/n. The sinners are uprising we kill as many of them to stop it."

"Okay so kill as many of them gotcha... starting with Charlies hotel." You muttered the last bit.

"What was that?"

"Nothing ma'am. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't." You were about to dismiss yourself when Emily stopped you.

"NO! Why does the extermination have to continue? We know that sinners can be redemed and-"

"Who says sinners want to be redeemed."

"Sir Pentious-"

"Was a coincidence. He was selfless and sacrificed himself. Do you really think everyone down there is the same? I'm not trying to be rude but grow up, not everyone is as nice as you. The sinners down there will kill you without a second thought."

Sera sighed before standing in-between the both of you.

"Y/n you are dismissed."

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"Hiiii Lute." You ran up behind her and jumped on her back while she was minding her own business. She flipped you over her head and you landed you your back.

*cough cough* Damn Lute *cough cough HAAAAACCK*

"I told you to stop doing that."

"Sorry not sorry." You wheezed.

"What is it now, Y/n?"

"Extermination time." You hopped to your feet and before Lute could react you pulled her into the air and flew to the golden gates. The other exorcists were waiting for you.

"THIS IS FOR ADAM, CHARLIE AND VAGGIE WILL GET WHAT'S COMING FOR THEM!" You riled up, "KILL EVERY CRACK SMOKING COCKSUCKER THAT YOU SEE!"

You opened a portal for them to fly down. The massacre begins.

Your first and only stop was the hotel. You flew straight through the ceiling and landed in the atrium with Lute right behind you.

You heard a collective gasp and chuckled, "Wow... I like what you've done with the place." You spun around as you looked at the place, it really did look a lot better since the last time you've been there. Too bad you were gonna ruin it.

You looked back at the crew and made eye contact with Lucifer.

"Who's too young now bitch." You said through gritted teeth before getting yourself ready to attack.

"Still you." He joked.

Without a second thought, you went straight for him.

Spoiler alert: You lost

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heyyy PLEASE I NEEDD Vox x teen! Reader. Where she’s like the Vee’s assistant, or Vox’s assistant or something like that and she sees Vox as a father figure? Tyy

I like this alot

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the most chaotic job in all of hell, like there is never a peaceful moment in the Vees tower. Someone is always yelling, something is always being broken, and you are in the middle of it. The peacemaker.

Your soul belongs to Vox but you assist all of the Vees. Your like 17/18. You were a hacker before you died, you hacked into the governments software and was killed for it.

You did the same thing to Vox but he didn't get mad instead he offered a secure home/job for your soul. (Seeing that everyone is dead that sounds silly but you shook his hand anyway)

If Vox isn't around to calm down Val and Velvette you're the next best thing. Valentino can talk your ears off as much as he wants and Velvette can use you as a model

In hell you can travel through electronics like Vox

Most of your time is spent with Velvette and Vox, mainly Vox. Vox has you do a lot of work that he trusts no one else with like going to the overlord meetings when no one else wants to

You are genuinely nice, like the other overlords wonder why you're working with the Vees

Your room doesn't have a door, so to get to your room you have to go through electronics to a backroom type of place. It's still in the Vees tower but no one but you or Vox and get to it.

Vox made it like this so if you wanted to be unbothered no one could even knock on your door.

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"Y/n are you awake."

You heard Vox from inside your room. You zapped you phone knowing that Vox you feel it. Basically saying you were getting up.

It took you 15 minutes to get ready before you teleported to the monitor room to find Vox watching random sinners on his big screen.

"I'm up, sir."

He dramatically spun his chair to face you.

"I hope it's been a hellish morning so far, what's on today's schedule."

You pulled out your phone and started to read off it, "the day doesn't start until 1 which is when the early talk show starts ot lasts until 3, at 5-7 is a game show, Velvette s show starts at 7, Valentino's live streaming a BDSM thing at 8, late night talk show at 10."

You looked at the time it was 8 am.

"Well since I'm free why don't we work on your mega computer." He offered. He likes how your face lit up and without wasting a second you dragged him to one of the quietest rooms in the building. In it was a desktop with a few wires connected to it.

Your mega computer was a project you started after you sold your soul. You hope it can connect to heaven one day and who is Vox to stop you.

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You were in Fox's monitor room untangling cords.

"Y/N COME HERE." Velvette yelled at you through her phone.

You sighed as you stopped what you were doing and turn went through one of the many TVs.

"Yes, Vel." You smiled, clearly Vox was rubbing off on you.

"Something is missing with this outfit, tell me what it is." She pointed you in the direction of a mannequin with a outfit in your preferred style.

"(￣ヘ￣）ᵁᴹᴹ a (whatever you want)."

She hummed and with a snap of her fingers it appeared.

"Better right?"

"Yes."

"Good it's yours, take it" she snapped again and the outfit was in your hands, "no go put it on, I wanna see it."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, put it on."

-It looked amazing-

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"Vox said your not aloud in the studio so the least your could do is read the script." He said as he handed you a think packed.

"Jailbird gets hard time" you read loud in disgust, "do you really think I should be reading this?"

He scoffed, "oh please it's not like I can't see your browser history. A03, wattpad, Quotev, fanfiction.net the list goes on."

You stared at him in disbelief.

"What... Aww is someone embarrassed." He squished your cheeks. Your face was beat red.

"Aw, Chiquita, I don't judge. You should see the more kinky scrips."

"Oh no thanks. I think I hear Vox calling me. Bye." You reached his pocket for his phone and with a poor you were gone.

After that you made it so no one could see any of your activity.

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A/n: I don't like Valentino. I love his voice tho

Hey hey hey! I hope your life is doing well. I have a request about alastor x teen reader, could you maybe, possibly make angst? Like reader encountering their father, and maybe he beats them up or just slaps reader, then our lovely adoptive father comes to the rescue! Feel free to decline, I just want more alastor x teen reader.

use this and this is a reference

Warning: Choking, Bad Parenting

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After the win against the angels in the extermination you had found a new sense of hope. You forgot about all you troubles and focused on the present and hopefully the future.

Out on the streets of hell was death, a sight that you've gotten used to. You walked without a care in the world and held your head up high.

"Well look who it is. Y/n in the flesh. Ya'know I thought that hotel would've killed you, glad to see that you're still alive." Vox smiles as he materializes in front of you.

"Is it so hard to enjoy 1 day without being annoyed with someone I don't want to see or talk to." You snapped.

"Woah woah I'm not the one who wanted to see you. There's a man that works under me who wanted to talk to you."

"Who?"

"You'll see If you come with me." He held out his hand for you to take but you just stared at it, debating if you should trust him. I mean he's never hurt you before plus he only has beef with Alastor.

You sighed and took his hand. You felt a tingle all over your body as you were teleported outside of a speakeasy.

"He's waiting inside," Vox said, letting go of your hand and opening the door for you. Vox lead you to a table towards the back where a man was seated.

You didn't recognize him until you got close enough to the unique smell of your dad's cologne and alcohol.

"What the hell is-" You spin around to confront Vox but he's already gone.

"Y/n." Your father said sternly. You kept you back towards him.

"Y/n."

"I really don't want to talk to you." You said through gritted teath.

"Y/n please, I know that I wasn't the best dad in life but death has given me a second chance." He got up and walked around to see your face.

"Someone like you can never change. I would rather side with a cannibalistic murderer than you."

That set him off. He slapped you, Hard. He grabbed you by your neck and backed you into the table.

"HE is the one that ruined your life. I was trying to set you on the right path. I gave you life. Who are YOU to disobey ME." He was so blinded by rage that he couldn't feel you desperately clawing at his hand, making him bleed in the process.

"I'm trying to change but that bastard keeps messing with me." He was clearly going off the deep end. You thought Your weak cries for help weren't heard until you felt the hand around your neck loosen.

Your dad's hand was completely chopped off.

"It's good to see you again, old friend." The radio demon said with a stitched grin, "I believe they said that they didn't want to talk to you. If I ever see you around them I. Will. Kill. You."

Your father slithered away.

"I would've been here sooner if-"

"You came right on time."

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You were always seen by Alastor's side. Like literally from the day he joined the hotel he's never been seen alone.

It was like you were his sinner shadow Manifested. I can imagine the both of u locking arms while walking or if he's sitting on a couch at the hotel you'll lay your head on his lap

Charlie finds this adorable but Vaggie and the others find it kinda off putting. THE Radio Demon letting this kid hug him whenever without consequence is weird

Sir Pentious got knocked into the city just for taking a bit off his coat

If anyone comments on it they are getting a death stare

"Hey kid how come your so close wit' the deer?" Angel caught you on the one day you weren't by alastor.

You shrugged your shoulders. Husk sighed, he already told angel to leave it alone but be didn't listen.

"Ya know he's killed people for touching him right?"

You nodded, "so have I." You said proudly.

Angel left it at that and asked Husk for another drink. The both of you were a mystery but you weren't hurting anybody... In the hotel at least.

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A/n: sorry for the delay on requests but I saw this one and it reminded me of when I was spending time with my niece. She would not let me put her down, sit or sleep when I was with her. When I took a nap on the couch she slapped me awake saying that I looked dead. It was adorable but it broke me cause she's seen me very sick before.

Alot of people asked the same thing so I decided to make one big one so as I used this as a reference

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Charlie called everyone into the living room for a team-building exercise.

"Before we begin, I wanna thank everyone for coming. Today we are going to talk about our feelings." Charlie happily sat as everyone sat on the floor in a circle. She was really excited because she got you and Alastor to participate. (Alastor was standing ain't no way he was sitting on the floor)

"For some of you, it seems like your life is still affecting your death. sooo, we will try and scratch the surface of that trauma with.... Dolls." She squealed as she pulled out a bunch of ragdolls from behind her.

"You don't have to use the dolls btw." Vaggie commented with Charlie whispering 'but it's encouraged' right after.

"Why don't you go first y/n." Alastor said with the same wicked grin he always had, "You had a lot to say yesterday."

"Oh fuck off." You flipped him off, "You of all people know my background. If you find it so interesting then you tell it."

"Don't be like that, It's your story to tell not mine." He grabbed a few dolls from Charlie and gave them to you but you didn't use them.

You sighed as you started your short story, "My dad was a drunk jerk with anger issues, my mom was also a drunk and Alastor's tailor. Alastor practically to me and my siblings in annnnd the rest is history."

"That's it?" Angel questioned as he leaned towards you, clearly wanted more details.

"That's it. plain and simple."

"So you see him as your father figure."

You didn't say anything as you looked down at the dolls.

"I don't like talking about this." You tried to say with a slightly hostile tone but your voice betrayed you as your throat started to swell.

"I-it's okay." Charlie placed a hand on your shoulder," Who wants to go next."

Angel volunteered and tried to lighten the mood with an erotic story of how he started..... doing what he was doing.

He successfully changed the subject and made every disguested with what he decided to share. In that moment you saw his progress. He came far and you wanted to thank him for it

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Later that night you were in your room midlesly scrolling on the phone Charlie gave you when there was a knock on your door.

You got up to open the door.

There stood Alastor with a surprisingly warm smile.

"Ya know when I met you, you were such a sad kid. You hardly ever made a sound, it scared me. A child like you didn't deserve a family that made you feel that way. I wanted to become your family." He paused for a moment to study your expression before continuing, "I know it's a bit selfish but I'm glad you called dad, my (child/son/daughter)."

You felt the years fall from your eyes but you didn't care as you hugged the man in front of you.

"Thanks, Dad."

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I just realized Cheri Bob was were Angel started before joining the hotel. 　

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Hey

Made another drawing of the reader

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I LOVE THIS

This is filling my fantasies. This is amazing

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Hii is it alright if you do headcanons on what Alastor would be like as a father with the reader as his teen daughter?^^

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bro idk why but I imagine Alastor having a moody child (most fics I've written with him are projecting this)

like you hardly ever smile

he tolerates your attitude because he cares for you like his own child but if he ever asks you to do something you better do it

I feel like Alastor would own your soul but just for power

he wouldn't hold it over your head like he does husk

He doesn't mind you hugging him

If you aren't his actual child then you'd had to have known him for a long time to get this close

mostly likely while he was still alive

He makes mental notes of your likes and dislikes

any time your feeling down he will notice and try to make you feel better by either talking or giving small gifts

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Hi! I love your writing and I have a whole PLOT IN MY HEAD. So basically, Adam's daughter has a fight with him about exterminations. The same night, she sneaks down to hell and stays with some other demons she meets, and up in heaven all chaos broke loss cause a pre-teej was lost, and where could she have gone?! She's not on earth, or heaven- and than Adam realizes, and can you make headcannons of this please?

Make sure to take care of yourself!

hello, thank you so much❤️I will take care of myself if you do as well.

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Adam and Lute had just gotten back from an extermination to see you glaring at them.

"Aw is someone mad at dear old dad." He said in a baby voice before sighing, "The fuck do you want from me."

"Uh not kill them."

"Uh can't do that."

Lute excused herself, she heard this argument to see where it was going.

"And why not."

"You know the reason."

"B-bu-"

"B-b-but nothing. You're not dumb don't fucking act like it."

By this point he was in your face with a frown that quickly grew into a smile.

"But cheer up. Those sorry shitbags get another 6 months and you get to spend time with earth's and heaven first dick master."

Ignoring the fact that he's calling himself a dickmaster he said that there was 6 months until the next extermination.

"6 months? why 6 months?"

"I'm tired... Goodnight." He avoided your question and scaddled to his room.

"YOU CAN'T GET TIRED IN HEAVEN ASSHOLE!" You shouted as you heard his door slam.

You didn't go to sleep that night, you couldn't. You wanted to see what makes hell hell.

You left everything and made a small portal to hell

the first thing that you noticed was the smell

it was RANCID, like you could barely breath and first

Next was the colors, most to everything is red or gray it took some getting used to

Lastyly was the people, it was the completely opposite of heaven (which you expected) but at least the cannibals were nice

It took you like 2 weeks to get settled and when you were Adam was going crazy looking for you

He made it everybody's business too

It took his dumb ass 3 months to figure out you were in hell

he went down there immediately to look for you

He practically dragged you back upstairs.

"The FUCK is your problem?"

"It took you nearly 4 months to find me and before you say anything else... hell is a really shitty place and the people are even shittier," You muttered but he heard every word and wide the widest grin. " But i still don't see the need for exterminations."

"I fucking told your bitch ass but no you wanted to come down here and prove my point. hell is shitty and sinners deserve nothing. The only thing good down there is the porn."

he definitely has selective hearing.

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Omg I just thought about combining my Alastor teen reader with Adam's teen reader and making them meet but idk how I would write it out.

Hey! Well, actually, I really like the set of stories about Teen!Reader and Alostor where the reader is classified as an assistant, I would like a story that shows how they met and how they get to the point where they consider him an assistant and their confidence to say him dad? Thank you, I'm sorry if the request was very long. (Writing this I remembered the fight Alastor and Lucifer had over Charlie about who she calls Dad, I felt it would still be a good scenario for indignation)

An: I had a storyboard for this exact thing but its messy and if you don't know me you probably wouldn't understand how my mind works but basically i have ocs for this

This took a bit longer because it happens before Alastor and reader dies plus I gave reader a family so...... some basic info

Y/n was born into a family that was picture perfect on the outside

father was a factory worker Mother was a dressmaker

Doll House by Melanie Martinez fits them perfectly

Y/n was the middle child of 5

When Y/n was born the eldest (Atticus boy) was 10, Second eldest 6 (Alma girl), Middle child (y/n)

when y/n turned 4 their parents had twins (Giles boy, Gideon boy)

This is a glimpse into my mind. It might not make sense.

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Y/n is 10.

Your parents were perfectionists, especially when it came to the public eye. The L/n family was always the center of attention in your little town, deep in Louisiana.

You and your siblings were constantly dressed in Sunday's best.

"Kids make yourselves look presentable. A client is coming soon." Your mother called out from her 'workspace'. kids aren't allowed in there.

"Can't we just stay in our rooms." Atticus complained from his spot on the couch.

"Get. Dressed."

Atticus groaned as he got up to go to his room. On his way, he knocked on your door before opening it.

"You're supposed to wait for a response, Jackass."

"Next time you curse at me I'm poppin' you." He threatened but you knew he wouldn't do anything, "Mom said get dressed, tell Alma."

He closed the door before you could complain. You heard the shuffling of his feet as he ran to his room.

His room was at the end of the hall. the hall was short with 2 doors on each side. Alma was across from you and the twins were next to her.

Right across from your room is Alma's. She's going into her preteen years and started to spend more time in her room. Your mother says she's adjusting to becoming a woman and needs her time alone. She's also becoming very snappy.

You slowly opened your door to stare at hers. You slowly walk into the hallway and up to her door. You knock three time and wait for a responce. She didn't open the door.

"I heard Atticus." Her voice was horse and strained but you believed what your mother told you.

That was all you needed to get yourself ready.

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Your mother made all (except for Alma) of you sit in the living room and wait for the client.

*knock knock knock*

"He's here. You better behave." She says before opening the door with a smile only guests see, "Alastor, It's so good to see you again."

"Good to see you to, my dear and my my look at the children. They all seem to be in good health." He greeted all of you with a smile.

"Hello sir." Atticus spoke for all of you.

"You seem to be missing one." Alastor commented, making your mother chuckle.

"She's been feeling under the weather as of late, come along I need to take your measurements. Atticus, Y/n prepare some tea." She ordered.

Alastor and your mother went to her workspace and she shut the door.

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That night went smoothly until your father got home. He didn't like the fact that your mother was in her workspace with a man and the door closed, even if he was a client.

It caused fighting -well more than there normally is anyway- between your mother and father. It's always been easy to make your father mad.

It got worse when Alastor took notice of it he came by more often with the excuse of having gifts for you and your siblings.

He gave you a radio to listen to him when he went on air. Atticus was offered a job at the radio station. Alma got a set of jewelry.

This angered your father more and instead of taking it out on Alastor or your mother he took it out on you and your siblings. Atticus tried to protect all of you.

One day your father and Atticus got into a really bad fight and your brother was shot. He didn't make it.

It was around the same time when a horrid smell started coming from Alma's room. Your parents said she caught a fever and no one noticed but you didn't believe them anymore.

From then on you started distancing yourself from your family and growing closer to Alastor.

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When you got older (16) you started working with alastor at the radio station. He taught you how to live life without worry.

He treats you like your a person and not just your parent's child.

Your parents treated you like a decoration. Alastor treated you like a child he didn't know he wanted.

You found out he was a murder by accident. You forgot someone at the station late at night and went back to get it to see blood spattered in the talking booth.

At first you thought it was Alastors so you took a gun that the station had in case of emergencies and followed the trail.

Opening the back door you saw Alastor dragging the body. The two of you made eye contact. Your body moved without hesitation and helped him hide the body.

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Sadly, there are times a birth parent is a dud.

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This is long and not what I usually write but it's been stuck in my head for a while.

A/n: I've decided to cut the twins and make y/n the youngest. I had something for them originally but it's better for just Alma, Atticus and Y/n

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