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There appears to have been a shipping and handling mishap

wait wait i got another,

so yknow how both foxy and withered bonnie are just sitting in the hall as if their both teaming to get you?

how bout a yan team up with both withered bonnie and withered foxy

Oh, sure! I'll do a bit of poly/rivalry in this. Animatronic or android, doesn't really matter. I got motivation for this through FNAF songs in my Spotify. Concept as not specified.

No dead kids! Just sentient robots like in SB.

Yandere! Withered Foxy + Withered Bonnie

(Nightguard! Darling)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic - Rivalry/Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Violence, Obsession, Isolation, Clingy behavior, Possessive behavior, Rivalry turns into sharing with tension, Protective behavior, Jealousy, They tolerate each other for you, Kidnapping implied, Attempted murder/Murder.

The two bots have their differences from their original production.

Withered Bonnie is intimidating and aware that he's broken.

Bonnie's aggressive at times but for the most part he's saddened by his appearance.

The bunny used to be so prideful of his skills, now he hates being kept in a cramped room and feels neglected.

Withered Foxy is much more aggressive compared to his usual self.

This is because he feels much more isolated than before, making him irritable.

He's one of the more feral Foxy's.

There's a good chance he'll be too eager and hurt his darling the first few times he meets you.

But he is grateful to see a new face after only seeing the withereds for so long....

Both bots share something in common, they want attention.

All of the withereds want attention due to being locked up for so long....

Yet Bonnie and Foxy are the ones that get attached to their new nightguard friend the most.

The way you deal with the two bots is very different.

Bonnie tries to go through the vents and hallway to see you, craving your attention and validation.

Foxy won't fall for the stupid mask trick, he just tries to jump into your office.

Until he's flashbanged by your flashlight.

They aren't aware they the same fixation until they meet each other in the hallway.

Safe to say one asks questions... then they realize they have the same desperation towards you.

At first this causes violence between the two bots.

Foxy's possessive with his rotting mind, he's never been noticed since his cove was closed down and was transferred here.

Why should he give you up to Bonnie? That bunny had his time to shine.

Bonnie's obsession over you turns possessive due to his obsessive need for validation.

He thinks you don't mind his appearance!

He also doesn't harm you unlike the fox.

Your shift only gets worse when you hear metal against metal echo in the pizzeria.

It's them fighting, busting each other up more than they were previously.

The fighting and rivalry is intense.

They now try to claw their way towards you with new purpose.

Bonnie stays in your room longer, no longer falling for the mask trick.

He knows you're there... he's always known.

Why don't you just talk with him?

He'd never hurt you.

Foxy has made a deal with Balloon Boy to get into your office.

The kid bot steals any batteries he can find and hides them away.

This allows Foxy to leap into your office and "play" with his best mate.

If either of them get into your office they usually don't hurt you.

They try to befriend you... making conversation.

They don't leave for hours so their rival doesn't enter.

The only good thing that comes from them is the fact other bots stay away.

You're guarded by either one of them.

Their "sharing" is a truce to tolerate each other.

They hate the idea but it is for the same goal.

They both care for you, they both want your attention and care, and soon...

You'll get a new job and leave them alone.

The thought of you soon finishing your week here pulls them together for a common goal.

They don't want to lose you.

That's when we get the moment of the two teaming up.

That's when you see them in the hall.

The sight unnerves you.

You're half used to them... but the idea of sentient robots is still a new concept to you.

You've never seen them in the hall with each other....

According to their chatter with you, you thought they disliked each other despite being friends at one point.

Foxy always spoke Bonnie's name with a hateful growl...

Meanwhile Bonnie was sent into a glitchy fit when the fox was mentioned.

Why are they so close now?

What were they even fighting for before?

You don't have much time to react as both bots can't be dealt with at the same time.

Even if they were friendly before... can you trust it?

You go for your flashlight... only to be met with laughter before BB scurries off.

You curse to yourself... fearfully staring back at the eyes in the darkness.

This was it....

Even if you defended against Bonnie, Foxy would attack.

You were at a loss.

Foxy enters first, supernatural speed catching you off guard.

You fall out of your chair with your heart pounding, making the fox laugh.

He hadn't even touched you!

Then Bonnie enters, faceless appearance staring at your shaking form on the floor.

Thoughts of them tearing into your flesh flash into your mind.

You scramble up right just as Foxy takes his place in front of you and Bonnie rounds the desk behind you.

Cornered... surrounded... at their mercy.

"Heard you were leaving this week!" Foxy scoffs.

"Why would you want to leave us... aren't we your friends?" Bonnie whines through his voice box.

You can't seem to find the words to reply... you're stunned.

"I don't think we can let you leave, matey."

"You belong here... with us. We care for you... don't you care for us?"

You have trouble believing that.

You still have marks from the two being too rough when they met you.

You don't have much of a choice in the matter.

By the end of the week the two abduct you.

Hiding you is an issue.

They could find an empty suit... maybe muffle your screams...

They'll find a way.

You have bathrooms, you have food to eat, they can take care of you.

If any of the other bots turn hostile towards you, the two bots defend you.

If employees find you and try to take you away...

Either Foxy or Bonnie will deal with them.

The two bots fight over your attention at times but you can calm them down.

Their aggression is taken out on their Toy counterparts at times instead of you.

They don't want to hurt you like they did before.

Escaping them will be challenging as they're never truly offline for long.

Your only way out of here may end up being in a body bag one way or another.

Is okay if I request the reader saying “I hate everyone else in the world but you” to withered bonnie and toy bonnie (separately) It doesn’t matter how u put.. it’s just…there’s barely anything for them 🥲.

have a lovely day 💜

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒!𝐓𝐨𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞, 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 -> 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞

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> 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝙰𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢'𝚜 2

> 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: 𝚃𝚘𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎, 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎

> 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙶𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙶𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝-𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎

> 𝗧𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗢𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝

> 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2062

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•Saaame there needs to be more content of them! Also this is more of a one shot because... It would be too short as a reaction or headcanon. It's still separate!

•I'm sorry if you wanted a more fluffy request ;w;

•Also I decided to make it a one-shot! Sorry if it's short. Especially the Withered Bonnie one since I didn't have any ideas on him, I'm more used to writing Toy Bonnie, he's really popular here XD

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-> 𝐓𝐨𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞:

"There, there sweetheart~" Toy Bonnie's sweet comforting voice was filling the room you two were in, wrapping the bandage around your bitten arm with as much care as he could before stopping, he lifted his hand and wiped a tear away "Come on, look at me." Although he meant to sound comforting, the words had a forceful tone underlying it, it made you flinch from the recent events that you experienced.

You had tried escaping the Pizzeria again, not being able to take Toy Bonnie's overwhelming claims of love, needy personality, forceful behaviour of wanting your attention on him at all times and the rest of the toys sadistic nature towards you. Expect this time, rather than just being pulled back and getting dragged into your so called room, Mangle had ended up biting you, their teeth had digged into your arm rather harshly. If it wasn't for Toy Bonnie ruthlessly ripping Mangle away from you with a promise to tear them apart even more later, you'd have surely lost an arm.

Reluctantly, you lifted your head to look up at his green eyes, you forgot how many days, weeks you've been locked here up for, surely it has been two months by now "Was that so hard?" Toy Bonnie laughed, it was light hearted despite the situation. You both stood in eerie silence before Toy Bonnie sighed "Does it hurt that much?" Again, you heard that soft and sweet voice he managed to pull, everytime you couldn't help but to give in, especially now. Nodding your head, you let out an uncomfortable grumble when he traced his fingers on your arm 'He's acting. He's acting.' You tried convincing yourself, knowing how great he was at that, yet you knew your self control was slipping through your fingers.

"Dear god sweetheart, I can't even imagine." Toy Bonnie cooed as gently as he could, bringing it up to gently kiss at your bandaged arm, it made you flinch in surprise, usually you'd be scolded, mocked by him for even thinking you could escape after failing so many times but this behavior was... Confusing you... Comforting you for some strange reason "It hurts... I-it really hurts..." You admitted, tears streaming down your face as you recalled the memory.

A loud shriek escaping from your mouth once Mangle had a hold of your arm with their mouth, their bright eye staring at your through the dark as their jaw lowered before the teeth harshly pierced through your skin and muscles again, as if the pain wasn't enough you began hearing laughter surrounding you, you were feeling too erratic to notice who the laughter was from, you could've guessed that it was the rest of the toys, but you've had enough, you can't stand this mistreatment from them. All of them wanted to kill you! Expect...

"There, there, shhh it's alright~" Toy Bonnie gently shushed you, his voice soft and barely being louder than your cries, you were pulled into a hug and you let it, the way he gently rubbed your head and kissed your forehead didn't leave you as disturbed as before "I'm here, you know I love you, I took care of Mangle and the rest so don't worry." Somehow the confession wasn't as overbearing and annoying now, had you gotten used to it? He was your only source of comfort in these dark room and halls despite being the reason you were trapped in the first place.

It took a few minutes of you crying and the blue bot comforting you before you uttered your words again "I hate..." Toy Bonnie hummed at that, seeming a bit disappointed, did the plan not work? You still hated him? 'Come on star, I'm running out of ideas.' He was troubled, sure he did beat up Mangle a little for hurting you THIS badly but he was the one who staged the whole plan.

His bunny ears lowered a little, were you too tired to fight back this time? Then he should be trying to enjoy your current compliance before you start fighting back again, making him come up with another plan on how to win you over. But your next words saved him the trouble.

"I-I hate everyone else in this world... B-but you..." You claimed soon after, finally having calmed down from the crying. You left Toy Bonnie in a state of shock after what was said, his brain and mechanisms suddenly loading after he processed the words, ears shooting right up in shock and if he was honest with himself, from being a little flustered "Y-you're my only source of comfort in this place... P-please don't leave me alone." Toy Bonnie blinked back into reality and looked down at you.

From the fight you had surely got disheveled, and your face was a mess from crying "Look at you..." Toy Bonnie mumbled, a light smirk started to appear on him as he cupped your face, he finally had control of the situation. You didn't LOVE, love him yet but this was a great start to your relationship "You're a mess dear, don't worry, I'll be sure to take care of you as best as I can."

You knew it was bad, you shouldn't have given in, but you immediately leaned closer once he cupped your face, a very small smile appearing on your face, feeding to Toy Bonnie's happiness from the situation that was happening "Well then..." He just wanted to check, by pulling away from you. Your reaction actually had him nearly bursting out laughing. The way you immediately latched back to him in a panic caused him to smirk.

You would've seen his intentions very clearly if it wasn't for the sudden panic overtaking you "D-don't leave..." You pleaded, tears threatening to spill down making him hum, almost as if he was thinking about it before laughing "Of course not darling!" He chuckled as you let out a relieved sigh, the overwhelming excitment making itself present when he saw how he's won.

"I'll be with you here, forever~"

-> 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞:

You stared blankly at the wall, dried tears evident on your face as you had cried again but this time there was no screaming or thrashing around, you had gotten used to just taking it, silently crying without a sob choking out. You were tired, so tired... Yet the familiar metallic sounds through the vent made you dread the current hour.

"𝙃ey s𝙒eethe𝘼rt." The glitching voice, despite how threatening it was by default, made you calm down; not that you were in any less danger, the withered bunny animatronic was probably more dangeous to your sanity than the others, but at least you weren't going to die or be physically harmed... Yet "Hey Bonnie..." You sighed, shivering at the cold, metallic hand gently -as much as he could- pat your head, craving for your attention and for you to look at him "No𝙒, why d𝙊n't you 𝙏𝙀ll me w𝙃at ha𝙋pen𝙀d. In de𝙏ail."

You frowned in confusion at the words, trying to stay still when the metallic hand very gently scraped itself against your cheek, probably indicating at your tears "Oh..." You wanted to scoff, sarcastically explain everything but decided otherwise, the last time that happened it didn't end well "Just some small tears, it's nothing..." You hated it.

Hated how the withered animatronic could act so gentle towards you and it left you feeling comforted "I𝙏's alrigh𝙏 d𝙀are𝙎t, 𝙏hey'𝙍e no𝙏 nothing to 𝙈e... Som𝙀thing must've 𝙃𝘼ppened right? You kn𝙊w 𝙔ou can ta𝙇k to me..." Withered Bonnie cooed, reassuring you everything would be alright. Your voice was stuck to your throat, the knot on your throat making you feel sick, HE was the reason you were stuck in this room in the first place with no escape, only to get tormented by him and the other animatronics yet never to die.

It struck you as terrifying when the withered bunny animatronic started paying so much attention to you, the GOOD kind of attention, he wouldn't seek out to hurt you and even when you got caught by Withered Bonnie, the most he'd do is leave scratches and hand prints on you, maybe even make a few puns about his face when you weren't too busy screaming, you started to feel... Safe. Until the last night that is.

You had actually managed to talk with Bonnie a few times, so you were comfortable enough to say you'd be moving to the day shift soon after today and that's when he snapped, dragging you back to God knows where and locking you there, you could still here the mocking giggles and laughter as he did so, almost like the only reason the other animatronics didn't kill you was because Withered Bonnie had this twisted, crazy obsession on making you his and because of it they wanted to see how you'd suffer under the overbearing attention.

It was horrible, especially the early days, you would scream, cry and even fight back or attempt to escape but it just ended up worse, especially if another bot other than Withered Bonnie caught up to you, you wouldn't be able to move from the broken limbs. Everytime you could hear someone approaching, with every visit you hoped it was Withered Bonnie more and more, despite the overbearing claims of love he never physically hurt you...

Yet for some reason, with every visit, Withered Bonnie's presence was becoming more and more comforting, he would soothe you and make sure you're as alright as you could be in this place, sometimes even give you a laugh with his puns, he's your only source of comfort in this hell hole yet he's the reason you're stuck here as well.

The latter is becoming less and less of an important detail as time goes by.

"Just... Nothing, it really was nothing..." You mumbled, part of you didn't want to worry him and the other part knew he'd get mad, you were just reminding yourself of your life before this and had began crying, but he kept staring at you, red eyes flickering and almost getting impatient "I just... I just hate everyone here..." You finally admitted, Withered Bonnie's control on you day by day is getting stronger.

"... I u𝙉der𝙎tand." He admitted after a few seconds of silence, it lifted a burden off you, so he wasn't mad- "Th𝙀n t𝙃𝘼t mea𝙉𝙎 y𝙐u h𝘼𝙏e me 𝙏oo r𝙄𝙂ht? I'll l𝙀𝘼ve if t𝙃at'𝙎 t𝙃e c𝘼𝙎e." He was mad. It sent chills down your spine from how his glitched voice got even worse, the moment Withered Bonnie pulled away you latched onto him instead "N-no! Don't..." That's too soon, you didn't want to be left alone again, you didn't want to be alone!... And Withered Bonnie knew that

"Why? Don't 𝙔ou h𝘼te 𝙈e too?" He sarcastically reminded you, it made you bite your tongue, why did you have to open your mouth!? "N-No... I don't..." You admitted, tears threatening to spill again "I hate everyone else in this world BUT you!" You quickly clarified, looking up at Withered Bonnie, nearly starting to hyperventilate and hoping he didn't leave you alone for days at a time again.

"... Th𝘼t's better." A low chuckle came from him, of course Withered Bonnie felt bad about putting you in this state, but it was the only state where you'd solely listen to him and won't escape, and he could have you to himself alone this way "Goo𝘿, you're 𝙎o good 𝘿earest." He praised, the aggressive demeanor disappeared instantly, returning back to him petting you and keeping you close, warming up your body from the cold air, the way his voice glitched less and indicated his mood had gotten better made you stop trembling

It actually made him aww and coo in adoration when he saw how you calmed down immediately after that.

"I'll n𝙀ver lea𝙑e you alone again~"

Yandere Toy Bonnie x an employee reader

Warning

Yandere behavior,Unhealthy mindset,Violence

Background

You love animatronics because you used to spend a lot of time at pizzeria when you were a child.

One day,you found the recruitment, and applied.

Fortunately, You hired as an engineer.

Short story

One day,Toy bonnie broke down by some reasons,you needed to fix him at night.

Your technique was so good,you could fixed easily.

After that,Bonnie kept eyes on you every day.

Spending a lot of times,for example their maintenance,he affected you so much.

But when you were fixing other animatronics,made him jealousy.

So,he broke down by himself to get your attention.

As he thought,You came to repair, that made him you were his.

When you were there,he talked and sang that programmed.

It made you relaxed.

But you thought it was strange because he didn't have any broken part as you can see.

So,you came to think Bonnie seemed to need high-tech repairs.

You told your boss,but they decided to "dismantle" him because repairing cost a lot of money.

You tried to persuade, but they didn't change their mind.

So,you went to say goodbye to him before night work.

…

…

"I couldn't fix your mulfunctions.It's my fault"

You said with removing his battery for safety.

You were so sad because today is the last day you could see him.

You regreted so much.

At that time...you heard mechanical sounds.

"Y/N"

You freezed. It's Toy bonnie.

"Did you come to see me?It's like a dream!"

He hugged and kissed you.

His voice was the softest as you heard.

You confused because he didn't programmed like that.

Moreover,he moves without battery.

"Bonnie? I thought...you were mulfunctioning."

You asked fearfully.

"Malfunctioning?No way,why do you think so?!"

Suddenly, his voice became hysterical and echoed in the hall.

You felt danger and stepped back.

"You don't know what I feel?I tried to get your attention,and you cared me a lot.Is it wrong?"

You noticed his mulfunctions were on purpose.

"No,That's my job!I am hired to fix you and other animatronics..."

"You don't need others.You need only me."

At that time,he hit you.

You fell on the floor.

"It seems I couldn't give you enough love."

He doesn't litsten to you, and his mind is insame.

"I'll show you how much I love you..."

He patted and took you in his arms.

lord, i REALLY like your Funtime Freddy design! you mind drawing/writing (doesn't matter, you write/draw WONDERFULLY!) about Y/N celebrating Yandere Funtime Freddy's birthday? (understandablew if you don't want to. no pressure)

“Oh, cupcake, I’m the one who’s supposed to be celebrating birthdays! Not the other way around, silly!” 

He boops your nose, giggling. Freddy finds the whole thing sweet, but he insists that his birthday isn’t worth celebrating because he doesn't have one!

His creator never cared enough to give his creations much background besides basic programming so why should he try making one up? Besides, he much prefers celebrating to being the one celebrated. 

If you decide you still wanna give him something special it could go down in two ways: 

You aren't trapped: With more access to time and materials, you could set up an actual party! You’ll also have an easier time hiding your plans from the bear. Because FT Freddy is quick to notice subtle changes in behavior it’s easier to excuse yourself for work reasons than to make up a lie. The worst FT Freddy can do is pester you with non-stop questions and pleadings. If you can settle his curiosity with a couple of hints you could convince him to give you some space till you’re ready. 

You are trapped:  Though a little limited there is enough to make a serviceable gift. The only problem is none of the time away from FT Freddy. It’s already hard enough for him to part from you when you have to use the bathroom, nonetheless making a party for him. FT Freddy himself is quite the delusional fellow so whenever you propose anything to do with being away from him he expects it to be an escape attempt. Getting anything done requires BonBon and Bonnet's assistance. Luckily These cuties are more than willing to give you a hand. It’s going to take a lot of convincing to get Freddy to agree and even more patience when he’s constantly on your tail about it. 

Do be mindful of how much time you have. No matter the situation Freddy will grow more wary from your lack of presence. You wouldn’t want Freddy to snap from the lack of attention. 

“Hello there, Cupcake!” You jump from a sudden shrill voice. It doesn't matter how long you’ve been with the bear, you'll never get used to how stealthy he is for his size. You turn to see him hover over you with his typical Cheshire grin.  His hand puppet happily waved your way mouthing a ‘hi’.

 “You've been a-awfully secretive as of late, w-whatcha up to mmm?” Despite his upbeat attitude, you could hear a hint of impatience in his tone. Finally deciding it was time you tell him to close his eyes. 

“Oh, a s-s-surprise!? Is that what you’ve been p-planning?” His hand flaps in excitement, but he instantly deflates. 

“This isn't a trick, i-is it?” You shake your head. He eyes you before giving in. 

“Oh, alright!” He closes his eyes “W-w-whenever you’re ready, cupcake!” 

Freddy stares at your gift wide-eyed when you present it to him. The only movement he makes is the twitching of his face plates. It’s a little unnerving to see him so speechless.

“I-Is it… really f-for me?” He mutters. Before you can answer, he quickly pulls you into a gentle embrace. You felt the gift slip from your hands but relaxed once you saw Bon Bon had it. You return the embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

“I love you'' Freddy whispers. He shifts but doesn't let you go. Instead, he clings to you tighter. You looked up to meet large, lovestruck eyes fixated on you. 

“I really, really love you, Y/N” ♥️

Oh Boy…

FNaF 2 general Headcanons

Withered Freddy

He is still the same tbh

Nothing much changed for him and on him

He somehow drops even more dad jokes

'Raises' Toy Freddy like one would their son and the others always giggle at that

He deeply hates BB but won't show it openly, he probably doesn't even know himself why he dislikes him

Actually likes the new tunes the toy animatronics play but still prefers the songs his band used to play

Whithered Bonnie

We all know he has a lot insecurities now because of his face and his arm but mostly his face

He is the most insecure of the four and it shocks his friends to see him not only change appearance but also personality

He's now just deadpan walking around and sometimes makes a sarcastic joke or two

Though he sometimes still talks a lot and is back to his old self when he talks with the other withered animatronics

He actually doesn't hate his replacement they hangout sometime but it's more like a distant friendship

He also started to swear a lot more and it actually funny to see BB's expression when he hears those words

Withered Chica

She is a close second next to W. Bonnie when it comes to insecurities

She somehow still manages to keep that secret, she sometimes talks with Foxy and Bonnie about such stuff, and she is still very extroverted and happy

She's kinda sad she can't eat pizza anymore but she surprised herself by not caring about it that much

Loves to scare everyone with her broken voicebox and sometimes teams up with BB to annoy the others

Withered Foxy

He's not as flirty as used to be but he doesn't really care all that much

He's had his own insecurities a long time before and knows how to handle them

He turned the flirty jokes and dark jokes up a little now

He and Bonnie now take bets on who will start a 'fight' with who because the toy animatronics always manage to get into arguments

Scratches the wall with his hook and 'draws' his storys and tells them to BB

Once in a week or two he talks with the Puppet because he reminds him of golden Freddy a little

Golden Freddy

He's even more distant now

He already kept to himself but damn he sets new records for that

It isn't like he's insecure, he never really was, but he's afraid he might get a little too emotional when he sees they others

He hangs out most of the time he shows himself with the Puppet

They both are mostly silent or whisper to each other but they love to just observe what's going on in the pizzeria

Toy Freddy

He's like an average teenager

He would play fortnite if he could 100%

He sometimes tries to prank the withered animatronics but almost always fails and gets scolded by Freddy or cussed out by Bonnie

He and toy Chica make almost every day a food fight and sometimes W. Chica and W. Bonnie join

He rages relatively quickly when he loses, no matter what he's loosing at

A huge fan of ice cream, choko-mint to be specific

Toy Bonnie

He is very social but has small mood swings

One day he chats nonstop and the other he sits in W. Bonnies corner with him and talks about live

Is a little clumsy but covers it up by using a joke he got from W. Foxy or W. Freddy

He loves slushys(ya know what I mean, right?)

He always empties the machine and tries to mix every flavor possible

Has also no concersln about himself when he wants to win a bet and makes all types of crazy stuff

Toy Chica

She loves to talk with W. Chica and is from her personality a lot like her original

Sadly has no taste in music and somehow ends up with everyone teasing her about it

But she can tease back and she is very good at making people flustered

She can also be very sassy

Loves lollipops and would probably also love cotton candy

Mangle

my poor bby

She is very distant from the others

Has a lot of insecurities, knows that they should talk about it, but doesn't have a clue how to talk about her problems

Since mostly static comes from their voicebox they don't have that much courage to talk

But sometimes she talks with others, the others can understand W. Chica even though her voicebox is almost just as broken, most times they talk with W. Foxy or hang around Puppet because they find their presence comforting

Puppet

Is the calmest but also the most caring of everyone

Is almost like a therapist for everyone

They mostly keep to themselves but don't mind a nice soul keeping them company

Has a nice laugh wich reminds one of a small child

'Protects' BB when he once again gets in trouble for one of his pranks

Once in a blue moon they tease one of their friends in a fun, harmless way but they don't do that often because they are worried of hurting someones feelings

Baloon Boy

The biggest troublemaker of them all

But also the worst

Has distorted his laugh to scare the toy animatronics multiple times and got his ass almost yeeted across the pizzeria

Puppet is his safe zone

He loves cotton candy, he inhales that shit

Tied to learn the guitar on multiple occasions but somehow he can't learn it

Mad respect tho, he won't stop trying

He laughs at almost every joke, no matter if he understands or not

Here's a shower thought:

My favorite Yandere! FNAF 2 plot is you knowing The Withereds before they became what they are. (I've been playing FNAF 2 lately)

When you were younger you recall visiting Freddy Fazbear's pizza.

You sang along to the band and felt like you were going on adventures at Pirate's Cove.

You felt like a kid there... they felt like your friends!

In fact... all four saw you as their best bud and pal.

Freddy sang to you, Bonnie played songs on his guitar to you, Chica cooked for you, and Foxy played into your imagination.

You had fun... but soon you grew up... and they were scrapped.

That is until you happened to take the nightshift during FNAF 2.

Maybe you took it for nostalgia. Either way, you still need the money.

On Night 2 you see signs of the Withereds, such as a familiar red fox in the hallway.

During Night 3 is where things really kick up.

One by one the original gang start to recognize you.

You're their best friend... their best bud... you've come back to play!

The four would never want to hurt you.

They only want to play!

However... they don't want to lose you again, either.

Surely you won't mind playing again... forever?

(Thoughts, lol?)

May I have some reverse comfort with twisted Astro?

Ofc! Ima do a one shot cuz u didn’t specify! (^.^)

One of my little headcanons is that Astro doesn’t really know he’s twisted! So that’ll be fun >:3

Title: Divine

Prompt: one shot(comfort)

Character: Astro Novalite

Pronouns: GN reader

Astro could never stop thinking about you. You were the only person who really understood him, his dreams, his songs…

He wasn’t able to make it to the elevator he hoped you made it, I mean he hid! So he’s perfectly fine…

He wandered around each floor, seeing if he could find you, the others were on the floors too…they seemed a tad bit off, but after everything, who wouldn’t be!

As Astro hummed to himself he heard the sound of an elevator opening, he went to hide before…hearing you…you were arguing with Vee about something, screaming at her…

Oh she must have gotten on your nerves again, well…he’ll calm you down! But gosh he doesn’t wanna deal with everyone else…

Hm…he decided to wait till you were on your own, I mean he normally did so it wouldn’t freak you out, right!

As he walked around, pebble had been barking, silly pup…

He heard a loud buzzer sound, then the sound of you cussing…

He quickly ran over! And ran up to you!

“My love! You’re okay! Thank goodness I thought I wouldn’t see you again!” Astro shocked himself, he never thought he could get so loud…

He reached out to hug you but…you took a step back…now they he took a closer look, you were definitely shorter…and scared looking…must have been the twisted…

“Hay don’t worry they can’t find us back here…” Astro coos softly, wrapping his arms around you, your breath hitches…but you aren’t hurt.

“Why…didn’t you hurt me..?” Astro looks shocked at the question. Why would he ever hurt you?!

“I’d never hurt you my love!” Astro sighs nuzzling into your shoulder, you slowly wrap your arms around him, and he lets out a content noise…

“Astro…what happened to you?” You asked, concern lacing your voice…he was still him…yeah he got a bit taller and, he lost his blanket…but he’d never hurt you!

“Nothing to worry about, I just had to run and hide…I’m okay…” Astro says softly. Muffled by your hair.

Astro couldn’t be more happy, he was just with you, you had calmed down…

Suddenly, he hears the elevator open. His grip tightens…

“Please don’t go….” He murmured…you lean back into his chest. Not moving other than that…he smiles…

Oh…this is just…divine.

Kinda a sad ending if you think about it to hard, I love Astro sm. He’s so cute! But yeah! Hope you enjoy!

So this came to me at 3 am and I just had to answer the call

(Inspired by the therapist by @bapple117 on Ao3)

these skins are so Ugly but is ok because its Shelly and Astro

﹒﹒﹒zero funds

➤ Out of money after losing your job in Greed, you get desperate and apply to be a simple janitor in Mammon's mansion. You were accepted immediately and had to move in. After working for 3 days, he called you into his office. Expecting being fired, he instead gave you a promotion- the stipulation? Be his fucktoy. And you'll be damned if you would pass this up.

➤ mammon x gn!afab!reader

➤ 18+, no pronouns for reader, cunnilingus/being eaten out

➤ Might make a part 2? Was originally gonna have this be a one-shot but it got really long. Anyways, hope you enjoy my first fic back!

Mammon's mansion was HUGE, as expected given that he was the Sin of Greed, of course it would be huge. Also given that his normal size is much larger than you and the smallest size he can shrink down to is around your size (he still wants to be bigger and taller than all the other imps). It was a miracle that you had gotten this job, considering your rent was due in three weeks and your paycheck would clear before then.

Despite Mammon knowingly being stingy with money because he wants to hoard it all- he was paying a pretty penny to make sure whoever was cleaning his mansion wouldn't steal or mess things up. So the job ended up paying more than your previous job that you've worked at for three years! Nobody cared enough to reopen it after the owner died from not paying Greed’s infamous mafia, so you were out of a job. Good riddance to him though, he treated you like shit.

It was your third day here and you still got lost, having to either ask his other employees or a map that was kindly given to you from a butler. That same butler told you that Mammon originally wanted to hire only one cleaner after firing almost his entire staff before this, however convinced him that one “lowly” imp would not be able to fully clean his place to his standards. You were the last one needed to be fully staffed, mainly cleaning his bedroom. You were glad the guy convinced the Sin to hire more because just cleaning the bedroom took hours, he was a slob.

You were just finishing up making the bed exactly how he likes it when the butler who's been helping you around enters the room. You met Mammon on your first day, because he showed you very clearly how he likes his room. The butler's name was Bernard and he was older, having worked for Mammon for over ten years, but was always kind to you and the other staff, so you considered him a good friend.

“Mammon requests your presence in his office” That made your blood run cold- why does Mammon want me? Gulping, you made sure there were no wrinkles on the sheets before taking a deep breath and joining him.

“And no I do not know why. You'll learn very quickly that he doesn't say why until you are in the room” It was obvious that he was concerned for you, worry was present  in his eyes since you heard that Mammon can be extremely intense and harsh to his workers. He was quite harsh to you on your first day, but that only was because he didn't want you to fuck up.

“I hope I'm not fired! I just started!” You exclaimed, really hoping that wasn't the case. You needed this job! Badly! Anxiety peaked as Bernard just patted your back in comfort as you walked through the hallways, soon arriving in front of the large doors that held his office behind it. Opening them, he waved you through and immediately you spotted Mammon with an expression you couldn't decipher sitting at his desk playing with a…fidget toy? Before you could even blink, the second you entered the room, Bernard shut the door. Well, you couldn't be too surprised, he probably knew the routine.

“Fuckin’ finally! There ya are mate, took ya long enough. Now sit” Slamming the toy down on the desk, he gestured to the empty seat in front of him. Taking another deep breath to calm yourself, you sat down in the plush chair and realized just how close you were to him. The chair was positioned just a few inches away, leaving not much space for legroom and you didn't dare to move it a centimeter.

“You're a fuckin’ eyesore ya know that? Looking at slutty in that outfit” Panic immediately started to rise, he thought you looked slutty? It was the same uniform every cleaning imp wore! Looking down, you suddenly felt exposed despite it adequately covering you. Long, blank pants, neon green button up with a black vest, and a dark green apron with a black border around it. 

“I-I don't know what you mean sir! This is the standard uniform and I have not changed it in any way!” He may have been the King of Greed and your boss, but you weren't going to let him get away with calling you a slut. He very dramatically slammed his elbows down and brought a hand up to his chin as if to think about it before his expression quickly changed to realization.

“Hm, you're right! Then maybe we gotta take it off of ya, eh?” Ok, you couldn't be in denial any longer- he was definitely flirting with you. Face burning hot, you sputtered being rendered speechless, why was he flirting with you?

“You're even cuter when you don't know what to say. Lemme spell it out for ya since you're dense” He placed his hands on the wood and leaned forward, prompting you to lean forward as well to match his stance.

“Be my fucktoy and ya won't have to work” That made you short circuit. Be his fucktoy? You couldn't lie- some weird part of you thought he was incredibly attractive, but he was your boss. Your boss!

“B-but Sir Mammon…I…” You didn't want to outright deny him, but also didn't know if you could say yes.

“If yer wondering about pay, don't worry, I'll pay for everything” Ok- now that you couldn't possibly reject in your right mind. Just then, it occurred to you that you would be fucking a Sin. A Sin! Just working for him and being around him was enough, but being his fucktoy? Everyone knew about Asmodeus and Fizzaroli and you knew Fizz’s history as Mammon's star clown before he quit. You knew who Mammon was- but you needed this job. Should you really get tangled up with him like this? Being fully dependent on him would be horrible if you wanted to end the deal, but not everyday does Mammon want to fuck some random imp. You mulled it over as he impatiently tapped his foot and fingers on his desk, waiting for you to answer.

“Ok- fine. I will, bu-” Before you could tell him your boundaries, he picked you up right out of your seat like you weighed nothing and kissed you so roughly. Scrambling in his hold as he started moving, you pulled back to see a confused and angry Mammon staring back.

“But! I am allowed to say no when I don't want sex and I am free to leave here whenever I want. I will have money deposited in my account every month instead of relying on your cards for every purchase” The Sin grumbled as he thought about your wants. You still wanted to have some form of independence being in this situation after all, you would just reject the offer if he refused.

“Ya drive a hard bargain there, little one. But who am I to say no to that face” His smile was predatory, as he kicked open two large doors. It didn't take long to look around and see that you were back in his bedroom. Oh-so he wanted to start the deal immediately. Throwing you on the bed, you felt your heart start to beat faster as he stared down at you.

“W-wait! I just made this bed!” You weren't completely using that as an excuse to delay it, you just finished making it and it would be utterly ruined by the end! 

“Don't worry about it mate, someone else can clean it up. I've waited long enough for ya” Without wasting anymore time, he leaned in and ripped your clothes off, leaving you just in your underwear. Face burning hot now, he got even closer and licked all the way from your belly up to your chest, making you shiver as you gripped the blanket underneath you. His smirk only made you shiver more as the sin finally got on the bed, settling his larger body to hang over you.

“Mmm…gotta taste more of ya” Deciding to rip off your bra and before you could scold him for doing so- he latched onto one of your breasts and sucked on your nipple, causing you to moan loudly.

“M-Mammon!” Squirming as you felt yourself becoming wet, you groaned as he finally pulled away with a ‘pop!’. Staring at him, he had that same predatory smirk as he looked down at you, before looking even further down. You watched him as he eyed your underwear and quickly ripped that off too.

“Hey! Stop destroying my clothes!” You yelled, immediately taken out of the moment as he ripped up both bra and underwear. The underwear you didn’t care much about since those came cheap in a pack, but the bra was expensive! Plus, how are you going to leave? Commando? In front of everyone else?

“Oi, shut up. I’ll buy you new ones” You were going to scoff and complain more when he dipped down and gave your pussy an experimental lick. All thoughts disappeared as your spine shivered, you took a huge breath as he dove in. The sin shoved his face in, tongue penetrating you in ways a dick never could. Moaning loudly, you gripped the sheets as he continued to eat you out, holding onto your thighs so you didn’t move around so much.

“Mammon! Fuck!” His tongue was so big, moving all around inside you and to make matters worse- or better- he started to suck on your clit. Not being able to feel the pressure coiling inside you, you blindly reached up and grabbed one of the oversized pillows and shoved it over your mouth, tightly gripping it as you screamed into it. That didn’t last long as it was ripped from your grasp. The pressure kept building in your stomach and you felt your orgasm wave through you as he only ate you out more.

“FUCK MAMMON!” You squirmed as you rode it out, breathing heavily as he finally stopped and eased his tongue out of you. You laid there catching your breath, feeling completely blissed out staring at the ceiling. All you could think about was just how good his cock would feel inside you, not regretting accepting the deal at all. You felt the bed shift around you and Mammon’s face came into view.

“I’m gonna take good care of ya, but I’m not done just yet”

Sneak peaks for my upcoming fics!

St. Peter and Mammon are one shots, Valentino is multi-chaptered!

Hello!!! Can I have a yandere twisted Astro mayhaps?? :0 or just twisted Astro if youre more comfortable, headcanon or oneshot, its up to you!! Either way thank you and I hope u have a nice day/night :)

● Forever in his arms.

Yandere!Astro x toon!reader

Warnings: Yandere, Asphyxiation, Delusions, forced affection, astro is abit mean in the first half

Notes: This is my first yandere fic it might not be the best sorry! but i hope you enjoy reading! also i couldnt get the images to work so i just didnt add them..

A smile would grace your face as you finished your fourth machine, two more to go! This was your last floor till you were able to finally go back up. You snickered abit at the thought of being able to brag about how to gotten to such a high floor all by yourself AND finally being able to sleep.

Venturing off to find your second to last machine, noticing a twisted Cosmo approaching you quickly hid behind two boxes and a shelf. Sitting there for abit you peeked to see if Cosmo was gone. This caused you to fail to notice a certain sleepy twisted approaching you.

Closing your eyes and sighing thinking that the coast is clear, you twirled around just to be grabbed by the throat at slammed against the wall. Your head would hurt as you writhed trying to escape its grasp though Astro being the stronger one was unphased by your attempts.

Thrashing and kicking and yelling you grasped the hand around your neck and pulled on it hoping his grip would lighten. Your panic filled eyes would meet tearful ones, recognizing them. tears gathered in your eyes you choked out "S-Stop! Stop Astro!" you pleaded so fearful you forgot that this wasn't your friend.

Hearing this put a thought in his ichor fogged head making him remember.. something. Although he could slightly remember it. You had stopped him with a worried look in your face , although he couldn't remember anymore than that. What he did know is remembering it made him feel.. something.

He felt warm.. warm like... a hug.. -wait a hug? This thought caused a picture to finally resurface, of you hugging him. This made his hand loosen and fall to his side. You fell to the ground and scrambled to catch your breath.

As your breathing somewhat calmed you quickly got up and ran. This would cause him to come back to his senses. No.. you couldn't leave.. he loved you so much.. he yearned for you to hug him again.. he yearned.. for you, he would make sure you NEVER left. As you ran trying to find a place to hide still trying to catch your breath you failed to notice you were running toward a research capsule.

As you approached it you finally noticed it, you were too late and tripped over it. Falling to the ground, before you could even try to get back up four arms picked you up rendering you helpless. Struggling in his hold trying to get out as he turned you toward himself. You looked at him sobbing thinking that you'd never see your friends again. To him you always looked so beautiful even when your crying like this.

You looked cute crying, but he was sure you'd look even better with a grin. Using on of his hands pat your head and the other to cup your cheek and wipe away your tears. It felt so good to be in your embrace once more.

You slowly stopped trying to get out realizing that wasn't gonna work. "It's okay.. everything's okay now.." he said bringing you closer to him. It was good you stopped trying, it was always gonna be useless. No matter how much you ran he would always catch you. He hoped this meant you loved him too. You would forever be in his arms.

hii could I request some rodger x reader..

QUITE THE CHARMER

Pairing: Rodger x reader

Relationship: romantic

Warning: none

Type: headcanons + drabble

"Y/n?" Toodles stands behind you, a curious look on her face as you turn around to face her. It wasn't unusual for her to ask you questions out of the blue, especially when the team was able to relax for a bit after another run, considering she was always such a curious little thing. And, you never minded answering. "Why does Rodger call you his sweetheart?

To say you were shocked was an understatement

Sweetheart?

Sure, you've heard him throw the word around before

But, usually he kept that sort of nickname saved for when you two were alone

And, most of the time, you had always assumed it was just something having to do with his overall persona

Referring to you as sweetheart in front of others, though?

That was new

He was always the type to be gentle with you, and maybe even a little protective

He cared for the others, there was no doubt about that, but he seemed to be more cautious when you or toodles were teamed with him

An airhorn hidden in his pocket, purposely messing up during an extraction, keeping extra tapes in case dandy were to sale aid

All things he did in case you two were in trouble

In full honesty, he knew he wouldn't forgive himself if you were to get hurt during a run

Along with him putting himself at risk for your safety, he usually preferred you to hide during rounds

Even if you weren't always so fond of it

He knew you wanted to help at times, but he'd sleep better at night knowing that you were safe and sound

"Alright... you two stay here. I'd rather you hide them lose another one of those hearts." He whispered, his voice barely audible to anyone besides you and toodles as he gently takes her out of his arms and into yours. And, the second she's handed over, her arms quickly wrap around your neck, holding onto tighter then you've ever felt before.

You open your mouth to speak, attempting to protest against what felt like another one of his commands. But, you didn't get far before he had already begun shushing you. "Don't start with me now."

"Toodles?" He starts once more, turning his gaze from you and onto the little girl clinging to you. It almost amazes you. The way his tone went from something akin to disapproval and worry, to something much more softer. "I need you to be brave, alright? Be a big girl and keep them safe for me."

"Got it, rodger!" She says, a little two loudly then what you and rodger were comfortable with. Quickly, rodger turned around, using his one eye to scan around the area. And, once taking notice of the lack of footsteps coming their way, shifted his gaze back over to the both of you.

"Thank you, toodles. Remember, shh..." her head nods in reply to what rodger had said, holding up a finger to her mouth as she copies the same shushing sound he had made.

He wasn't made to distract, and the heavy breathing that seemed to attract every twisted in the area was proof of that, yet..

At the same time

He couldn't help but jump into action

He knew how risky it was, and at most times he'd prefer to think of it logically

He was the logical person of the group, he was a detective

But, he felt almost embarrassed at how many times situations he's out himself in just to insure your safety

Now, if you weren't in danger, and he was able to think straight before reacting, he usually went with the more refined ways to insure your safety

Most of the time

If a twisted was headed your way, and hadn't noticed you yet, then he'd prefer to throw something in the opposite direction and away from you

But on those special occasions where he felt there was little to no time, he wouldn't hesitate before throwing himself in front of you

If he was able to reach you, that is

Slides this across the table @voxsremotec0ck

I have never drawn something so fast

bunch of GuitarHarp doodles

Adam is Eve's no.1 simp

rio ranger doodles :P

similarities

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞.ᐟ p2

⋆｡ﾟYou, new to Hell and clueless about everything, pass them on the street and give them a polite smile and wave ﾟ｡⋆

— Husk, Striker, Sir Pentious, Blitzø

Husk frowned and eyed you suspiciously, bottle lowering from his lips. What were you smiling about, what was there to smile about? Shaking his head he kept walking, taking another drink and remembering to tell Angeldust later about the weird experience.

Striker smirked at you and tipped his hat in response. His interest was officially peaked when you just kept going, smiling at other people as you went. What a strange thing to do in Hell, especially in the wrath ring.

Sir Pentious noticed your kind jester and looked around before pointing at himself. When you stop and giggle before nodding, he smiles back and blushes. No one besides Charlie has smiled at him unprompted before, it was nice.

Blitzø stopped and just stared at you deadpan, trying to figure out if he knew you or not. Maybe you wanted to do business? But you walked away, confusing and pissing him off. What the fuck did you want and why were you making it his problem?

Finished Helluva Boss and look my way made me sob hahaha

Sins With Human S/O

✘Posted: 11/8/2023

✘Story Contains: Human gn reader, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Mammon, Fluff, Nsfw, heartbreak, sins just loving their human partner.

✘Word Count: None

✘Author's Note: This has been sitting in the back of my mind for a while so I decided to finally write for y'all. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

Asmodeus:

You had met Asmodeus when you were trying to make a deal with a demon to get your ex back. You wanted a simple demon but you accidentally summoned the big man himself, Asmodeus, of course he was confused on how you summoned him. Because it’s usually a meeting thing but you summoned him upon command. He would have been mad because he’s a busy man; but when he locked eyes with you. He thought you were a sight for sore eyes so he asked you what you wanted and why you had summoned him. With teary eyes, you told him that you wanted your ex back, you told him how your ex cheated on you with your best friend. The reason he cheated and left you was because of your body, that you were boring, and annoying. Now Asmodeus didn’t know your ex but seeing that you were all teary eyed over some asshole made Asmodeus upset. The lust lord sat on your bed almost breaking it. But he patted a spot next to him. You tilted your head in confusion but sat down with him. Asmodeus took his time hitting you with harsh reality. “ You can’t force someone to be with you. Sometimes people will come into our life and stay while others leave. But it’s good when the bad people leave, and that guy you were dating is a real asshole; honey, you don’t need him at all. Let me be the one to show you what love actually is. Because I think you look beautiful just the way you are. “ Asmodeus offered his hand. You weren’t sure about this but you decided to give Asmodeus a chance - what started as a beautiful friendship and the king of lust showing you about what love really is soon turned into a relationship.

Asmodeus is no stranger or idiot when it comes to humans. So when he started dating you and visiting you. He would of course go up in his human form. The brown skin male with the long red and blue braids will always greet you with a smile. He’s still bigger than you, which you don’t mind. Though he does like going back into his actual form in the comfort of your home. Asmodeus loves your home, it’s cozy and quiet. He sometimes does his work here or reads a book there. He’ll bring you flowers everyday so now you have a little garden in the back of your home and a couple of flowers in your home, that don’t die. Asmodeus is always there to tell you good morning and goodnight. Sadly he can’t take you to Hell but he tells you all about Hell. “ Yeah, babe, it’s not really how movies depict it. “ He laughs at the questions or theories you have on Hell.

His guilt pleasure with you in the human world is when. It’s a cold day and raining, the two of you have the fireplace going and are snuggling on the couch in a large light blue heavy weighted blanket, drinking hot chocolate, and watching romantic comedies. Of course the two of you have the best snacks and foods on the table. Asmodeus loves to have you on his lap whether he’s in his human form or demon form. Moments like this make Asmodeus happy because he loves the rain and spending time with you. “ I gotta give it to you humans, you guys know how to make a good romantic comedy… sometimes. “ Asmodeus would place kisses on your head, neck, and cheek during the movie.

Your ex eventually shows up trying to get back with you. But when the door opened up, Asmodeus was standing there and he recognized your ex, when your ex asked who Asmdodeus was, the lust king grins. “ My name is Toby, I’m {Name}, boyfriend, you must be that shit ass ex they told me about. “ Asmodeus glared at your ex, who stood there looking up as Asmodeus who stood there in his human form. Your ex peeked in to see that you were wearing a long dark blue t-shirt that belonged to Asmodeus. “ {Name}! “ You ex called out for you, trying to get inside your home but Asmodeus blocked his way and pushed him outside. Closing the door behind them both; you stood there drinking from your mug hearing screaming that belonged to your ex. After a couple of minutes Asmodeus walked back inside. “ He shouldn’t bother you anymore. “ Asmodeus placed a kiss on your nose as you chuckled.

He eventually shows you pictures and videos of Hell. “ This is the ring of Hell. I owe the Lust ring, it always rains there. Here is a video of me and my friend Fizzarolli messing with some Imp because they were singing a love song at my place of business “Asmodeus laughed. But you looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “ I know I’m a hypocrite. “ Asmodeus crossed his arms. " But I had to keep a reputation cause Hell. " Asmodeus rolled his eyes. You kissed his cheek to let him know that you understand.

Sex with Asmodeus is fucking amazing. This man is the king of lust so he knows how to make your body scream and cream with pleasure. Sometimes you have to take a time out because you are a trembling mess. Asmodeus will cover you in hickies. But he's gentle with you when it comes to sex; he'll only be rough if you ask. He's also not afraid to test out any kinks yoi have. After sex, you'll receive the best aftercare. A bubble bath, while Asmodeus tells you how good you were during sex. He'll make you a nice snack and get you some water because liquids are very important after sex. He'll change the sheets and then place you in bed. After he cleans himself up, he'll cuddle with you in bed.

Beelzebub:

Your friends invited you to a party. You weren't really a party person but you decided to go because you could use a fun night out. So as your friends were dancing, you walked over to the snack table. The host of the party. Trevor always threw amazing parties because he was rich, so the snack table always had such delightful goodies. So when you saw that there was one last slice of cheesecake you went for it, only for someone else to go for it. You looked up to see a tall woman with long blonde mess hair that had some blue and pink streaks. She was wearing a pink shirt with a tye dye heart on it and some matching shorts. She was tall woman with crazy black eyeliner and beautiful pink eyes. " Oh? Did you want this, you can have it. " She let go of the plate of cheesecake. Her smile could light up a room. She gave you one last smile before grabbing another snack and walking off. You stayed by the snack table eating the cheesecake, after a while the party became too much for you. The music was now blasting, the colorful flashing lights hurt your eyes, and loud chatter was making you feel overwhelmed. You couldn't even find your friends, you began to panic until you felt someone grab your hand and pull you outside, away from the loud party. The night sky looked more peaceful, you looked over to see the woman you met earlier at the snack table. " You okay, small fry? " She asked. While handing you a water bottle. You smiled and nodded not knowing that this moment soon became a friendship and soon a relationship.

Beelzebub is the sweetest girlfriend. Even when she revealed to you that she was the queen bee of Gluttony when showing off her demon form. She expected you to run off screaming, but no you love her even more. You find her lava lamp tummy, really cool. Beelzebub tells you that she only comes to the human world to party with humans, she is the reason such amazing parties happen. But now she always comes up to see you. She always brings you food or snacks when she comes to hell and these are things from Hell. Which you become fascinating with the meals in Hell. Beelzebub understands that you don't really like parties so if you ever want to leave a party early, she understands and will leave with you.

Her guilty pleasure is playing video games with you. So the two of you have a game night. With the best snacks, you two play all times of games. She loves playing fighting games with you like Mortal Kombat or Smash Bros. " Shit, honey, you always win but one day, I'll win. " She teases. She also loves to do tye dye with you, a fun peaceful activity for the two of you.

She doesn't let anyone hit on you at a party or make you feel uncomfortable. Last creep that tried some funny shit got punch into the table by bee. " Don't touch, my damn partner! " Bee would try her best not to shift out of her humanity form because she doesn't want to scare anyone at the party.

Bee shows you pictures and videos from her parties in Hell. She wishes that she could attend these parties but humans aren't allowed in Hell. But she let's you taste some of Beelzebub juice that she made and it taste good. That you have a bottle in your fridge. Good thing none of your friends touch it because you ask them not to do so. Beelzebub juice does nothing to humans but make them have party energy.

Sex with Beelzebub is sweet as honey. She puts the sweetness in her love, you also know it's time for sex when Beelzebub appears behind you with a can of whip cream or sometimes honey. Beelzebub is sucker for licking and sucking things off of you. She's a pro with her tongue and fingers. She loves to be on top, to be dominant. She could be a soft dom or a rough dom, it all depends on what you ask her. Aftercare is always something Bee never forgets. She'll sit in the tub with you and wash you up while talking about what plans you two could have tomorrow. After caring for you both; she will cuddle up with you in bed while watching some tv.

Mammon:

You were having trouble with money, especially after leaving your parents home because you were sick of them controlling your life. The job you took wasn't really grand especially since your boss was horrible and a creep. So you ended up quitting so with bills piling up, you became desperate and decided to try and strike a deal with Mammon the demon of greed. After obtaining a book from a sketchy guy in a van. You went home and set everything up, after lighting the candles and doing the chant. You sat there for a couple of seconds and nothing. With a sigh of defeat you decided to heat up some leftovers; you walk into the kitchen but stopped when you saw a large jester like spider going through your fridge. You cleared your throat, and he turned around. " Oh! Hey there, you know your fridge looks pretty sad mate; probably why you summoned me, which I'm surprised that shit worked. " Mammon slammed the fridge close and walked up to you. When getting a closer look at you, his face felt hot. " You ain't so bad looking for a human. " He said. You weren't sure if you should be offended or not. " Well let's get this deal going, the more time I spend standing here, I loose money. " Mammon picked you up, not knowing this was the start of an interesting relationship.

Now you didn't expect to be dating Mammon and Mammon didn't expect to be dating you. But he didn't mind having you as a partner. You were quite sassy and took no shit from him. You knew all his bullshit and tricks. So he could never pull a fast one over. Mammon does spoil you a lot, to the point you don't really have to work. You always see that Mammon has some how put money into your bank account and that your bills have been paid. No tricks, just him being a sweet boyfriend with a shit eating grin. Anything you want he'll buy it so that you don't have to worry.

Has a human form like the others. The chubby Australian man loves holding your hand when you two are out in public. His black hair that had green streaks. He wore a long sleeve green shirt under neath his black jacket and had black pants. You thought he looked handsome, Mammon knows he's handsome. Cheeky asshole. But he takes you to any shops or food places you want or theme parks. " I should build a Disneyland in Hell. I'll call it Mammon world and charge $500 for a ticket. " He would go on about what it would have. You would playfully roll your eyes and listen to your boyfriend talk about his plans for this theme park and the outrageous prices.

His guilty pleasure with you, is doing absolutely nothing... Yup, Mammon is working man. But when he's with you, he gets a break so he loves to just lay in bed with you and cuddle. He'll rest in his face into the crook of your neck while sleeping. He holds onto you tight, but not to tight because he doesn't want to break you. But he enjoys these moments of naps and cuddles with you. Even if you are awake, he'll still be asleep by you.

No one should piss off Mammon, so when he hears about how your ex boss harassed you out of the store because you went to do some shopping. So that night when you fell asleep, Mammon paid your boss a visit. That morning when you were cooking breakfast for you and Mammon, you turned on the news and saw that your boss was murdered. You knew it was Mammon because he used your bosses blood to paint his symbol on your boss's office wall. You turned around as Mammon was whistling innocently. " .... He's in Hell in my ring, so he'll suffer more. " Mammon said and went back to whistling. You nodded your head went back to cooking not wanting to show Mammon your smirk.

Yes, Mammon is a greedy bastard but he's not greedy when it comes to sex. He loves to give you the best of the best. The highest quality of pleasure - he will use the four arms, because those four arms work wonders. Sorry but he can't control the honking during sex when he's pounding into you, so you'll have to deal with the honk when he's hitting it from the back or front. After sex, he'll give you after care and wash you up. " That was fun, we should do that again but next time on my web, I could tie ya up and maybe a blind fold. " Mammon could go on but eventually stops after you two end up in bed cuddling while Mammon places kisses on your head, telling you that you are the best thing that has ever happened to him and he wouldn't trade you for any amount of money.

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴏʏᴀʟʟʏ ᴘɪssᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴏғғ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴍᴀɪʟs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀs. ʜᴏᴡ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟʏ ᴘᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ…ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴɪɴɢ. ᴀᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴀsɪɴɢʟʏ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴏɪʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ, ᴘᴀssɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ғʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜ.

ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍᴏᴜs ʜᴀᴛᴇʀ (ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ) ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ, ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴠ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ, ᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟᴏʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇᴏ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ/ᴛᴀɢs: ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴅᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴠ, ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs ᴛᴏ ғ*ᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴅᴅɪᴇs ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴅᴇsᴄʀɪʙᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴠᴏx ɪs ᴀ ʙʀᴀᴛᴛʏ sᴜʙ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴏᴍ, ᴠᴏx ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʟ's ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏs ɪᴛ, ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs sᴇxᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴛ, ᴠᴏx ɪs ʙᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ, ᴠᴏx ʜᴀs ᴀ ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋɪɴᴋ, sʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴜʀʙ*ᴛɪᴏɴ (ᴠᴏx)

Pride.  

It had been Vox’s anchor through every storm, the bedrock upon which he rebuilt his empire time and time again. When everything else failed – fame, wealth, power – his pride would always remain. It was his impenetrable shield against defeat; it was his sharpened sword in the face of adversity.  

Pride goes before a fall?  

To that, Vox would laugh in mockery.  

In life, in damnation, where everything else – his mind, his body, even his treacherous heart – crumbled to dust, his pride would endure, unwavering and indomitable. He would sooner die than surrender it.  

Despite Vox’s resolve, he had once again succumbed to his damn weakness, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. Memories flooded back, warning him of the same path he was about to tread once again. 

Moments of shameful releases played in a loop.  

Moments where he had sobbed and vowed to never repeat.  

Moments where that fucking old-timey radio prick’s name rested on his tongue while his hand was coated in his sticky release.  

He had promised, sworn, that he would never sacrifice his pride for a fleeting moment of hollow pleasure.  

But today, surrounded by the evidence of his obsession with her, he found himself once more in the mercy of his desire, his resolve crumbling like the ashes of his once glorious empire.  

Vox knelt there in supplication, head bowed, clutching his cock like a goddamn lifeline. He realized with a sinking heart that his pride had been the first casualty in this war. The war he waged against her, against himself, against the very fucking essence of who he thought he was.  

He should just find Val and fuck him senseless, let out all the pent-up frustration in a mindless, carnal release. But as he made up his mind, his eyes drifted back to the picture she had sent him. Her playful little smirk pulled him back as a prisoner of his obsession.  

His hand moved almost to its accord, slowly, gently stroking up and down his strained cock. He hissed in relief, the tension easing slightly with each stroke, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control.  

Closing his eyes, he felt like a drug-addled addict, convincing himself that just one more hit would be enough. 

“Just one more,” he whispered. “One more stroke, and I’ll fucking stop.” 

With each repetition of the motion, his supposed impenetrable fortress that housed his resolve chipped away. One, two, three breaths – his hand moved once, twice, thrice, and he moaned, the sound torn from his throat as he succumbed to the pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, consuming him whole.  

“Fuck,” he groaned. “This…feels real fucking good.” 

Vox had a terabyte worth of images and videos of her stored in his internal hard drive. A digital shrine he had created to self-flagellate himself as he reminded himself that he shouldn’t and didn’t want her. 

Every day, he fought the temptation to give in, to fuck himself with his hand while he pulled up images and videos of her — let the very image of her sear into his mind.

But he had resisted.

Always.  

Instead, he channelled his frustration into writing her emails filled with hate and vitriol. Some days, when the want, the desire reached to unbearable heights, he would write to her about how much he despised her, how much he didn’t want her, how much he didn’t think of her.  

It never helped. It never fucking did. But it became a ritual, a futile attempt to reclaim what little dignity remained within him.  

A pathetic whimper escaped him as he forced his hand off his weeping cock, denying himself the release he so desperately craved. The photo slipped from his claws, fluttering to the floor as he pressed both hands against the ground, panting heavily.  

Pride.  

That was all he had left.  

Everything else could be rebuilt from the ashes, but without his pride, he was nothing. He’d be damned if he let another fucking soul strip that away from him.  

Vox glared at the photo; its edges crumpled from his desperate grip. It taunted him with her sweet yet mocking smile. “Fuck you,” he said in vain, knowing she didn’t give two shits of what she was doing to an Overlord – to him.  

It was then that he noticed another small scrap of paper, or rather a business card, among the shredded pieces of the package he must’ve missed. Despite doing nothing today, his body felt like it had just run a marathon. His hand trembled as he grunted, forcing himself to stretch his arm to grab the card.  

Whatever restraint he had completely shattered once he read the words on it. “Fucking, fuck, fuck,” he cursed out loud, his voice a mix of rage and despair. “Damn you, damn you to fucking hell,” his whine blended with a shameful moan as his hand went back to clutching his throbbing cock.  

The business card read: 

Vox couldn’t believe this fucking bitch had made a custom order of her own fucking cunt and sent it to him. God, that fucking whore. He cursed her and praised her depravity in a single breath as his eyes fell back to the fleshlight – her gift to him.  

It was the same colour as her skin.  

God fucking dammit.  

He hated her. He wanted her. His emotions swirled in a chaotic storm, tearing at his sanity. His hand moved on its own, gripping the fleshlight with a desperate intensity. It was soft, warm, and he could almost imagine it was her.  

The tip of his claw traced the lips of the synthetic pussy, and he inserted one finger in. He shuddered as he felt his finger enveloped by the soft, wet, plush walls. He had never used a fleshlight before, believing his hand or Val’s ass was good enough.  

His teeth gnashed together, trying to force the words back, but before he could swallow them down, he blurted out his thoughts. “Fuck you,” he hissed as he inserted a second finger. “You’re thinking quite highly of yourself, huh?” He started to fuck his fingers in and out of the fleshlight, relishing the way the walls seemed to tighten, as if not wanting to let go. 

“You think your cunt is this tight?” Vox let out a dark chuckle, recalling how three years ago, there was a huge scandal where sex tapes of her fucking some no-name guys were released on the net. His fingers withdrew from the fleshlight, dripping with its artificial juices, and he traced the lips of her pussy with the head of his cock.  

The very thought of her, the memory of those tapes, the sight of her in that bikini – all of it drove him to the brink of madness. His breath was ragged, a mix of anger and arousal shrouding his mind.  

He hated her.  

He wanted her.  

She tore him apart.  

When that sex scandal broke out and plastered her face all over every platform on social media, Vox felt a rush of vindictive joy. This bitch, who had been a thorn in his side for so long, was finally going down. Instead of gloating in another email to her, he offered her a deal.  

He wrote to her that day as Anonymous666, every word dripping with cocksure smugness, suggesting that if she begged him and admitted on her next video that VoxTek was the greatest, he would help her make the whole scandal go away. 

That bitch never fucking responded.  

She never responded to any of his emails.  

Instead of trying to take down the sex video and paying a company to manage her reputation, she hired a small independent programming firm to create a fucking app called “OnlySinners.” On that app, users could create accounts to post exclusive photos and videos of themselves. It quickly became popular among influencers, promising exclusive content for their fans. This so-called exclusive content was all sexual in nature.

Honestly, it was much worse than porn in terms of quality and content.

Furthermore, fans had to pay a monthly subscription to view the posts. There were also different tier systems, allowing fans to get different benefits such as a chance to converse with their idol depending on how much they were willing to pay.  

Because of her, the porn sector of his company took a huge hit that year. He managed to convince the shareholders of OnlySinners to sell their stocks to VoxTek, so she and he became co-owners. But before their first OnlySinners company meeting, she offered to sell the rest of her stocks to VoxTek and his assistant purchased it.  

Vox inserted the tip of his cock inside the fleshlight and moaned obscenely. Fuck, this was amazing. 

She was amazing.  

Why couldn’t she have contacted him to create the OnlySinners app? He had the resources, the power, the connections. They could’ve been filthy rich together. He pulled the fleshlight off, teasing himself as he panted loudly.  

Why did she sell the rest of her stocks instead of co-owning the company together? He inserted the tip of his cock again before pulling out, repeating it again and again.  

She was such a fucking tease.  

Vox had hacked her OnlySinners account out of curiosity and nearly choked when he saw she earned a whopping thirteen figures in the first year of launching that app on the income from subscription alone. She only uploaded five fucking thirty-second clips of her getting railed by other VoxTubers, and yet she was able to earn so much.  

What’s worse was that the quality of the videos was shit, and he couldn’t see her tits or ass. All he could hear was her sinful moans and the sound of skin slapping together. 

Yet, Vox paid to be her one and only loyal, “supreme” fan. She made an absurd tier costing $250,000 a month, and he still hasn’t cancelled despite her account clearly being inactive. In fact, the rest of her so-called fans stopped paying a monthly premium due to the lack of content.   

“Why didn’t you come to me?” Vox whispered, his voice breaking from another moan ripping through him as he sank halfway into her tight, dripping cunt. “We could’ve been unstoppable together.” 

Inserting himself deeper into the fleshlight, he imagined her smirking at him, taunting him with those dark, smoky eyes. “Don’t fucking kid yourself,” he thrust harder, his breath hitching with each movement.  

As he fully sheathed the fleshlight on his cock, taking it all the way to the base, Vox groaned, “Oh, fuuuuck.” His voice glitched, and his head tweaked from the overwhelming sensation of her tight, simulated pussy gripping his hardened, dripping cock. If he pulled out, he might come.  

Holy fuck, was he seriously going to come after one fucking full stroke? 

“I always knew you were a one-pump chump,” a voice, a familiar, and taunting voice, echoed in his head. “You should be thanking me for giving you this.” She giggled, and Vox’s vision momentarily blacked out as images of that damn woman flashed before his eyes. 

“How dare you drop my photo on your filthy floor? Don’t you know you hold the only copy of that photo in existence?” She whispered, her voice caressing and electrifying every nerve, every circuit that made him who he was.  

As his vision returned to the small, dimly lit room, surrounded by her sex toys, filled with the scent of his arousal, he quickly reached for the photo she had sent. He could still hear her voice in the back of his mind. “You should feel special,” she whispered, a seductive undertone drenching her words.  

Vox’s hand gripped the fleshlight tighter, his claws digging into the sides, and he felt his cock hardening even more under his touch and the sensation of her simulated cunt. He dragged his cock out of the plush, wet pocket, his breath heavy as he fought to control himself, trying not to spill his seed inside it. He wanted this to last. He wanted this moment to last, to drown in this euphoria, to lose himself in this sensation of pleasure.  

He wanted to muffle the scream of shame that threatened to short-circuit him.  

Holding the fleshlight just above the tip of his cock, he thrust his hips upward, entering her once more. He held the photo up, forcing his head to look up – to look up at her. He slowly fucked the toy, pretending she was on top of him, imagining taking her slowly, letting her feel every inch of him.  

“D-does it feel good?” Vox asked her. Of course, the photo of her remained still, her lips – her smirk – unmoving. A familiar feeling of his chest being flayed open coursed through him.  

In the quiet space, where it was only him, away from the paparazzi, away from the need to maintain a perfect image for society, he was back in the body of an upstart entrepreneur – a body of a scrappy nobody.  

Vox was back to being the man who had groveled and begged the investors to take a chance on him. To believe in him. He had withstood the mockery and the laughter as he swallowed his pride again and again.  

“Can I…” he gasped, as his hips started to pump in and out quicker and quicker, the lewd sound of his cock thrusting into the lubricated toy squelched and filled the air. “Can I…come?” he groaned, his head falling forward, his ass up in the air before he thrust mindlessly into the toy with reckless abandon.  

The pleasure built with each thrust, a fevered pitch that ate away his mind. He clung to the photo; it kept him tethered to the fantasy of an alternate reality where he had her – where she wanted him.  

“Please,” he whimpered, his voice breaking, a plea to the silent room. “Please let me come.” 

Vox’s pace became frantic, his strokes wild and uncontrolled. The tight, wet embrace of the fleshlight, the image of her teasing smile, the imagined feel of her beneath him – “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fuckin’…” his words were lost to the sound of his filthy moans and the wet slaps of his hips against the toy.  

His vision blanked with a final, desperate thrust as he released everything he had within him. “Ah, fuuuuck,” he groaned as he slowed his pace, rocking his hips against the toy, wringing his cock dry.  

Once Vox controlled his heavy breath, he slowly collapsed to the floor and rolled onto his back. He stared down at his limp cock, wearing the fleshlight like a sleeve. As the high faded, and the evidence of his broken restraint leaked out from the toy and drenched the front placket of his pants, the all-too familiar sensation of shame settled on his chest.  

His chest rose and fell with the aftermath of his exertion, his breath still heavy and laboured. As if he had woken up from a fever dream, he looked around the room. The shelves were lined with her toys, each one a reminder of his obsession and the depth of his humiliation. The business card, the photo, her message, the custom fleshlight – all of it ridiculed him.  

Vox pressed his palms against his eyes. The cold floor seeped into his sweat-soaked back; he felt the weight of his insignificance. For all his power and wealth, he still saw himself as his scrappy, pathetic self, groveling to other men that were born into a higher status.  

He enjoyed sex for what it was. It brought him a moment of pleasure. But the price was always too fucking high to pay, for at this moment when his mind retained clarity, his heart was out in the open once more.  

Once again, he was back in the void, a cavernous cold space where a sense of emptiness gnawed his very soul.  

Once again, he felt a pain in his chest that he could never seem to fucking name.  

Once again, he had sacrificed his pride for a fleeting moment of hollow pleasure. 

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Yandere Demons And Their Brides P3 (minus one)

Lower Moon Addition now. I'm not gonna include all of the lower moons since a lot of them aren't really too well known but I will include the ones that are decently known. I'll not include Rui for VERY OBVIOUS REASONS.

I'm also not including Ubume/Kamanue/Mukago/Wakuraba/Rokoro because again I dunno about these guys or there's not enough info on them. Susamaru and Yahaba's parts will be shortest cuz of limited info and combined since they're cannonically friends already. Otherwise all of these are pretty short.

Warnings for yandere-ish (???) themes, kidnapping mentions, death mentioned, possible mentioned wounds and scars, Enmu IS his own warning, possibly some innuendos, reader punching Enmu mentioned, mentions of a panic attack in Hairou's but, etc.

KYOGAI:

GENUINITY

-Kyogai isn't one to brag. That mostly stems from because of the treatment he's always gotten in life. If you've seen his backstory then you know what I mean.

-Since he's mostly confined in his mansion, it's most likely you both would meet by complete accident. You had been traveling for a long while however it started to get dark and stormy. That's when you come across this old mansion. When you knock on the door and call out a few times no one answers. However with the storm looming over you, you decide to enter anyways.

-Its dusty, full of cobwebs, and no one in sight. So you think it's abandoned. Worked for you. You only planned on staying until the next morning or when the storm passed over. You don't realize that the place is indeed NOT abandoned actually. With one residence currently wondering around.

-as you explore looking for a bedroom or somewhere to hunker down for the night,you notice that some of the walls and floors have long claw like markings in them making you weary that a bear might've been taking up residence in the abandoned place.

-Eventually you come across a strange sight as you open a door and just come across a strange sight. A giant room filled with papers scattered all over the floor. Very confusing but you assume this used to be someone's office or something. You carefully tiptoe over the papers careful not to step on them when you stop and look at one that got stuck to your shoe. And was surprised when you found that it looked like the beginnings of a storybook. Curiously you grab another page of the floor and look at it. It looks like another page of the story. How odd?

-You start carefully picking up page after page and looking them over. Soon enough you find yourself sat on the floor. You figured you got nothing else to do because of the storm so you settled down and started organizing this massive storybook it seemed to be. After the fifth page was found and read over you found yourself invested by the hero's story and just kept organizing it more and more not noticing the lumbering figure walking past the door and staring at you from the doorway.

-Kyogai was initially angry. He knew there was someone in his home the moment you stepped inside but he hadn't found you yet. It was starting to get on his nerves, so he was teleporting himself following the smell of human. He followed the scent all the way to the room you were in but was flabbergasted by what he saw the moment he looked into the room.

-It was a human woman obviously with a traveling pack next to her, but what confused him was the fact that she was sitting on the ground surrounded by HIS papers neatly being organized in a pile and put back together in order by the humming human. You didn't know a six foot something demon demon was literally behind you watching in confusion. Probably didn't hear his drums over the heavy rainstorm however he was bewildered at your actions, so much that he could only stare and wonder what the heck you could be up to.

-Then he hears it. The thing that seals your fate. You giggled at a page reading how the hero was so cute acting nervous around his love interest. "Aw. He's so sweet. The author knew just how to write a love scene."

-He flinches. Instantly shocked at the genuine compliment as you continue your work organizing the papers in order. Did...did you mean that? Did you really like it? He was overcome by a strange feeling of something positive. He was enthralled and captivated by the way you sweetly read his words, giggling at some scenes, and was so careful just organizing the papers in order to not wrinkle them. He's never had someone say such positive things about his work. He wonders what you'd say about his other work if he showed you.

-You finally end up looking up once you were done organizing the last page only to freeze on sight as the lumbering demon stood in the doorway staring at you intently. With one beat of a drum all doors and windows leading to the outside are locked up tightly. You're not leaving until Tanjiro comes across the mansion.

"My passion extends beyond my writing."

ENMU:

AMUSEMENT

-Look this guy is a nutcase. A manipulative little nutcase. The only way you survive is because he decides you amuse him which soon becomes an infatuation.

-you both obviously meet on the train. He's confused when you don't fall asleep from his blood demon art. Turns out you suffer from insomnia which in turn means even if he uses his hypnosis or whatever something in your brain will make it impossible for it to work. Whelp he's intrigued. Annoyed but intrigued. So he shows up in front of you to see what the deal was. Imagine his surprise when you first see him, you deck him across the face.

-A weak attack really but it catches him off guard and catches his interest when you start tackling him and deliver a few blows to his front. Turns out the headaches and crankiness you get when you can't sleep for a while can drive you into being very cranky.

-He's stunned as you hold him down and attack him which doesn't really matter since y'know he's a demon and just weak punches from a sleep deprived and angry woman isn't really gonna do any damage. At least none permanently because y'know he can regenerate. But the fact that you're not actively affected by him AND was able to still fight him like this-

-He let's out a string of giggles that has you pausing everything and staring at him with large bags under your eyes as his face goes pink. "Are you really going to throw me onto the tracks?~ Please do.~"

-WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FU-?!?!

-You're quickly confined to a railcar for a few day. Don't worry. You're able to escape later when he's ultimately killed by Rengoku and co but until then you're pretty much trapped by the giggling heart eyed demon that frequently appears between food rations and bothering you and giggling so amused as you attempt to just attack him but quickly stop after the first day because of his reactions to being punched.

"Please, Darling.~ As long as I get to have you in my hold.~"

HAIROU:

TENDERNESS

-(couldn't find a gif of this guy anywhere.) If you read the manga he's in then you know his backstory. Hairou is pretty sensitive when it comes to his fears and what Shinjuro did to him but however in a similar way to Hantengu, if given the kindness of someone who tries to understand then he'll want to cage it for his own.

-You stumbled into what you assumed was just a man curled up on the side of the road having what looks like a panic attack from what Shinjuro put him through long ago. Perhaps you're even a hunter yourself. But whatever the case is, you feel bad for this man. Sitting by close but still far away enough to respectfully give him space. You talk him about anything and even offer to show him the gun you used to hunt recently. Hairou is already fascinated by guns and no one had willingly offered to actually show him.

-even though you can't see he's a demon from how dark it is and how his hat shadows his face, you DO notice that he's dressed in soldier like attire so you assume he's a soldier of some kind and don't feel too nervous when he takes you up on your offer to look at your rifle. You can't help but feel bad when he takes it with shaking hands and aims it harmlessly at a wall. "...Is this a (insert name of a taisho era rifle here)?" "Yes! It was a gift from my uncle!" "...Your barrel needs cleaning. You should take care of that."

-Although it IS a nice model. He debats on just ending you for a moment and keeping this for himself but you take him off guard again when you offer him a cooked hunk of meat wrapped in a cloth. A piece of pheasant breast from your hunts in the mountains nearby. He's just speechless as you gently place it in his hand and take back your rifle from his other hand. "Take this. Sorrows are always less with a full stomach."

-Hairou has absolutely no idea of what to do or think. Just looking at the food you gave him before asking if you shot the bird it came from. You happily answer yes. Telling him about the funny story of how you stumbled upon a wolf den but opted out of harming them for the bird instead. In your eyes, you couldn't bring harm to the small family of pups and their parents despite their pelts being worth a lot.

-He's already in awe and shocked but now you hit the hammer over his heart. (Hairou loves wolves for those who don't know.)

-It shouldn't be too surprising that the next time you went hunting in the woods it was you who actually were being hunted. No rifle would stop a demon driven by a desire for tenderness and peace offered to him in a turmoil time of crises.

"Calm down. It's not as if you'll die."

YAHABA AND SUSAMARU:

RESPECT

-(Bare with me. I've never written for them before but I might as well add them for those who enjoy them.) You're most likely a demon working under Muzan Jackson but are crammed into working with them or you're possibly one of Muzan's human wives/girlfriends that met them but believed them to be his coworkers.

-Whatever the case you get along very well with Yahaba from the start. You respect his germophobic habits for cleanliness and try to respectfully keep from anything that might make him dirty or trigger his fears. Even not touching him without permission. He greatly admires this about you and thus you two form a great bond. No one's really respected this part of him before minus maybe Susamaru but she doesn't really count as you.

-Susamaru really doesn't get attached at all until you actually start spending more time with her. You don't yell at her for having 'fun' and even joining the both of them on missions. While Yahaba will comment on her antics being too 'messy' from time to time you don't do that at all and instead respect her way of doing things even if you personally don't agree with how she goes about things. Safe to say both of them aren't willing to let their new friend die so soon.

"You're not as fun as battling but I like having you around."

"You're a far more worthy alley than those who show how sloppy their ways are."

🙏🙏🙏

Multiversal DP (1)

College Au! Adam x Fem!Reader x Canon! Adam

Summary: You thought God was looking down at you with a pitiful look, when your apartment burned down and the only person who answered your call was your whacky situationship.

But when a weird angel appears, who uncannily looks like Adam just in bigger and even more obnoxious, you realise that God was straight up laughing in your face.

This is based on my College Au! but you don’t need to read it to understand this.

CW/TW: Fire, Porn with slight Plot, Two-Shot, Jealousy, Controlling behaviour, TW ADAM, misogyny, toxic relationship, sci-fi bullshit which makes no sense, Mutual masturbation, slight financial dependency on readers part, possessive behaviour, tell me if i missed anything

A/N: This will be a two shot i swear ‼️‼️ nothing more nothing less

Today was a bad Saturday.

It was exhausting and went on longer than it should. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. First you had to drive to your college library to give back a book otherwise you would be fined, then you had to work an extra shift because someone got sick (hangover from the party yesterday you skipped), then your bus didn’t come without warning? What the fuck was that about? Since it was the last one you had to fucking walk home.

You were tired to your bones.

If you weren’t so tired, maybe you would have noticed the light coming from the floor above your apartments, and the fact that it glowed suspiciously orange and red. Walking up the stairs, the further up you got the more you noticed a heaviness in the air. Is someone using their bbq inside again?

Until the fire alarm went off, while you were one floor away from your apartment. What? You just stood there, frozen in shock. Is this a test? Standing still on the steps you considered continuing your way home, until everyone started spilling out of their own apartments. Ugh. So you’re doing this.

Fleeing with everyone else the building, you stood outside while you watched as the flames finally showed themselves from the outside. Since the apartment where it started was directly above yours, you saw the flames caught over to your own. It smelled like smoke, despair and money you will have to spend to replace everything. You don’t even know if your landlord has insurance. He hasn’t repaired your AC unit in 2 years now.

It felt dreamish, the way the fire department came, being able to see how a big portion was consumed by flames, and in the end sitting at the curb while freezing your ass off. One thing is clear, you won’t be able to sleep in your own bed tonight.

Your neighbours sat with you, together with a fireguy who chatted with everyone about the damage. Some sort of support beam came down. You didn’t bother engaging in the conversation.

It drifted towards where everyone is going to stay, your neighbours already had that figured out. He’s staying with his boyfriend, she’s going to visit her sister and they are going to each take a child and visit their own parents. When the eyes moved to you, you felt uncomfortable. Where will you stay?

“You should start calling your family, sweetie.” The old woman told you, her voice rough from all the cigarettes she smokes.

Everything today got you fucked up. Taking in a shaky breath and wiping your hands on your jeans, you stood up to make a few calls. Walking away from the group and basically hiding behind the firetruck, you didn’t want everyone to see that fact that you have like 3 contacts in your phone. You think they already know, though.

Since it’s in the middle of the night, or more like the new day already, Monica didn’t answer, neither did Dymphna or Bernadette. Maybe you should just crash in a motel. Then you remember what’s in your budget and how the motel in your price range had some weird incidents regarding rats and cockroaches and meth deals.

Tapping your phone against your forehead, you tried to keep calm and think. Then you remembered who gifted you that phone and you sighed.

Opening Adam’s contact, you hit the call button before you could chicken out. Holding your phone against your ear, you felt panic wash over you and before you could fumble around to end the call, Adam picked up.

“Fucking hell, baby, if yer callin’ me for anythin’ but a good dicking down ‘m gonna be pissed.” His voice was gruff and it’s clear to you that you just woke him up. He mumbled out the words.

All you could muster up was a sob and a weak “Sorry.”

“Where the fuck-“ You hang up before he could finish his sentence. Great. Why did you even think about calling Adam? Are you stupid? Desperation makes people do crazy things.

You tried to call your friends again and when everyone went to voicemail you thought about blocking them all in a blind rage because why the fuck can’t they be there during an emergency? Taking deep breath to calm yourself, you reasoned with yourself that you too would be sleeping during the witching hours.

Nervously biting down on your lower lip, you considered throwing yourself off a bridge to cope with everything. Deciding against it, you looked at your notifications instead. Adam was spamming you.

[Adam Godfree]: where r u 1:11 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:12 AM

[Adam Godfree]: send ur location 1:13 AM

[Adam Godfree]: baby 1:14 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:15

[Adam Godfree]: i’m not mad just say where u are 1:15 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:15 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:16 AM

[Adam Godfree]: (Call) 1:17 AM

[Adam Godfree]: answer my fcuikng calls 1:17 AM

[Adam Godfree]: im cuminv over u btter be fucking there 1:17 AM

More messages and call attempts clogged your notifications.

The fact that Adam is the only one answering in your time of need is lowkey so embarrassing. Since you read the messages through your notifications field, you aren’t leaving him on read. You think that would have ticked him off even more.

Taking a sneak back at the street, still covering your body with the fire truck, you noticed that everyone was gone. They all have retired for the night. It was a pretty intense debacle, everyone coming out to watch and film. The fire truck was started and you jumped slightly, fleeing towards the side walk.

If a fire truck drove you over you’d be very very very unhappy.

Sitting down on the street like the loser you are, you rubbed your hands over your face. Don’t cry. You’re all alone. But don’t cry. Don’t cry. Looking up the nearest Motel near you, which you could afford, you got up. Your legs felt weak. You didn’t even have a fucking phone charger with you. At least you took your laptop and the charger with you, if any of your files were gone you’d die.

You couldn’t help but think of everything you need to replace. Ok maybe you can cry a little. Crying and walking is an honest to god awful combination but beggars can’t be choosers or whatever.

Maybe you should text Adam that everything’s fine and that you were just being a bit dramatic. It’s been like, what? 10 minutes? And he usually takes 20 minutes to get here. You feel bad that he had to drive half the way.

Just as you were about to open the chat, a car turned into your street with an illegal speed. Damn.

Is that Adam’s car??? Double damn.

Adam stopped the car besides you with squeaking breaks and tires. He threw open the car door, and even before he fully stepped out he was yelling at you, “Bitch, what the fuck?!? You have the fucking nerve to call me up in the middle of the night and then to ignore me?? Do you even know who the fuck you’re talking to? How many other-“

“My apartment burned down.” You wanted to bawl your eyes out.

Everything you have meticulously worked hard and saved up for is gone. All your memories and trinkets and plants and everything you valued.

“..You’re joking?”

You shook your head, deciding on covering your face with your hands while you full on started sobbing now. Your breathing was hysterical and you thought you were about to full on start hyperventilating now because you have to apply for new documents now and what’s with your class notes and well at least all your cards were with you. Do you have to get a P.o. box now and how much does that cost? Can you even afford to be in a motel so long, do you have to pay for that? What happens if they can’t like restore the apartment complex where will you live the market is horrible and you’re going to be homeless and in debt, won’t you? You will have to drop out or take up more shifts or even get a second job but your grades and scholarship and and and and and and

Adam walked over towards you, but you were too deep in your mental breakdown spiral to notice it, and he carefully placed his hands on your shoulders. You flinched slightly at the unexpected contact, but when you realised it’s just Adam you relaxed again. Taking your hands away from your eyes, you had them resting on your cheeks.

“It’s okay, don’t worry that pretty little head. I will take care of everything, alright?” Adam’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. His fingers were massaging your tense muscles. You looked up at him with wet eyes and nodded pathetically at him. You didn’t trust your voice.

Adam started grinning down at you, “I have always wanted a cum dump at home, anyways.”

This just made you start crying again. Motel it is.

“Ah, bad joke. Don’t cry, cmon. You know me, babe, don’t have ta do anything you don’t wanna do.” He pulled you into his chest, his hand smoothing over your hair while the other rubbed your back. He’s warm and soft. You continued to sob into his sleeping shirt, while clutching at his shirt.

You don’t know for how long you’ve been crying for, but Adam simply stood during that time with you at the side walk, while comforting you. He didn’t speak, which was rare.

Once you have finally made the rational adult decision to calm down, after god knows how much time has passed, you lifted your head up from his chest and took a step back. You were still sniffling and you didn’t even want to image what your face was looking like.

Adam grasped your cheeks into his hands while wiping away your tears with his thumb, “Alright, alright, let’s get you to bed. Must have been exhausting for my poor, little baby.”

He leaned forward, giving your forehead a kiss. Then he grasped you by the shoulders and lead you towards the passenger seat, opening the door for you and helping you in by grasping your hand in his. Once you were sat down, with your bag at your feet, Adam leaned down towards you and put your seatbelt on for you. He closed the door and walked over to sit down in the drivers seat.

Driving to Adam’s apartment was relaxing, music was playing and you were starting to fall asleep.

“..Ho….that…ven..hap..”

“Huh?” You lifted your head up from the car window, blinking at Adam sleepily.

“I asked how the fire even happened?” Adam glanced over at you, you were going to be there soon.

You sighed, and rested your head again against the window, “Guy feel asleep with a joint in his hand…Or was it his mouth? Doesn’t matter. Curtains and carpet caught on fire.”

“Oh my fucking…You’re kidding me?” Adam drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.

You stretched your arms, hands and fingers out before you, “I wish.”

Adam continued watching you, glancing at you as if you didn’t notice. He was trying to be slick. Smoothly parking his car, he got out. You opened your car door, taking your bag with you when you left the car. Adam took your bag from you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing you into his side. You both made your way to his apartment.

Taking off your thin winter coat, together with your old boots, you were ready to just pass out.

“You want me in the guest room?” You asked him, while rubbing at your eyes.

“The fuck? No. You’re sleeping with me, baby. Pun intended.” He winked at you.

You sighed warily, you’re too exhausted to even glare at Adam. He was still fighting with untying his own boots. Shifting from one leg to the other, you decided on looking around Adam’s living room. Nothing has changed. Still weirdly sterile and empty. His bedroom was at least somewhat different, filled with band posters and guitars.

After Adam finally got his shoes and jacket off, he intervened your fingers with his and lead you to his bedroom. He went and rummaged through his closet, giving you a sweatshirt, “This should do for now, we will get you new fucking clothes tomorrow….”

“Thank you, Adam.”

“Yeah, yeah, how about you remember this next time I want my dick sucked? How I’m such a nice fucking guy, and how you owe me, babe.” Adam pinched your cheek while he spoke, grinning down at you.

Dear god, please fix up your apartment as fast as possible. With lots of love, your saddest creation.

Adam answering your call is literally the devils work, you can’t explain it otherwise. Is this some sort of punishment? What did you do in your last life to deserve this.

Rolling your eyes at Adam, you got out of his grasp and turned your back to him to get dressed. Taking off your own hoodie, and bra you slipped into the sweatshirt Adam gave you. It was soft and the material was thick and nice. It was huge on you, but that’s just because Adam is a big guy. Everywhere.

Taking off your jeans, you folded your clothes messily and put them on Adam’s desk chair. Adam was already in his sleeping wear, since you gracefully woke him up in the middle of the night. He was in bed, watching you get dressed, while he yawned.

Ducking under the blanket with him, Adam grabbed your arm and dragged you towards him. It’s like he wants to live in your skin. He made your head rest against his chest, while he had his arm wrapped tightly around you.

“Wake me up again today, ’m going to spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down ever fucking again.” He grumbled at you, while giving your ass a pinch.

You gasped slightly, before burying your head into his neck. He always smells nice.

Before you knew it, you were already asleep.

In your dream, a big support beam in your burning building was dropped on you. Crushing your body to the floor, with your back to the ground.

Blinking, you slowly but surely woke up, with your heart hammering against your chest. Trying to turn over, you noticed something heavy laying on you. Adam’s head was on your chest, his arms were wrapped around your back and his breathing was even. Remembering his threat, you decided on letting him sleep. Sighing and burying your hand in his soft hair, you decided on continuing snoozing.

But as soon as you buried your hands in Adam’s hair, Adam lifted his head up and was now resting his chin on your chest. Does he not know that tits are sensitive?

With his oh so charming grin on his face, you just knew he was up to no good. He shifted and was now resting his weight on his arms, besides your head, rather than using your body as a pillow. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Adam crashed your lips together, he is as shameless as always. His hand roamed your body, till he slipped it under your sweatshirt. Gently fondling your left breast. He rolled his half-hard dick on your thigh.

Disconnecting your lips from his, you whimpered against his lips.

“What happened to ‘Good morning’? ‘How did you sleep?’. What happened to that?”

Adam moved to kiss your ear, cheek and then your neck. Leaving open mouthed kisses against your skin, while he panted against you.

“Mornin’ slut,” Why is his morning voice so fucking sexy? “you jerk me off right now ‘n I’m going to buy you whatfuckingever you want today.”

You would jerk him off for free. You did jerk him off for free. Are you a whore?

Adam sat up, moving so that both his knees were besides your stomach. You were happy he didn’t sit down on you, he could easily crush you. That’s sexy, though. He kneeled over you, and you saw his dick strain against his fuzzy pants.

He grasped your sweatshirt into his big hand, pulling it up towards your chin to expose your tits. Seeing them made him smirk. Taking your hand into his, he placed it on his dick and ground your palm against him.

“Watcha waiting for, baby?” He purred while looking down on you.

Adam always made you horribly nervous. No matter how often you hang out, or fuck, he always has you blushing and stuttering. Fuck. Grasping the hem of Adam’s pants into your hands, you pulled them down together with his underwear.

His dick was heavy, curving downwards and already leaking pre cum. You’ve had this monster inside you more than once, but every time you’re surprised at just how big he is. It’s not only his length, but also the girth. Jesus. Stretching you out mercilessly every time, you struggled with wrapping your fingers around him. His gold prince albert piercing glinted in the dim light.

Realising with your hand wrapped around him, that jerking him off with dry hands was probably not the move. Making sure to lick your other hand, while keeping eye contact with Adam, you wrapped your now wet hand around his member. You started with slow a slow movement, spreading his pre cum across his dick. You licked your other hand, because this was for sure a two hand job, you now were able to use your left hand for the lower part and the right hand for the top part.

Massaging his tip with your thumb, Adam groaned, “Ughh, fuck babe, you loooove serving me, don’t you? Making me cum is, like, your fucking dream job.” He laughed at his own fantasy, “Don’t worry tho, making your pretty pussy cum is my own life work.”

Adam reached back, his hand brushing over your hips and finally getting under your panties, “Sooo wet already? You’re too easy.” The way he grinned and sounds giddy made it obvious how much he enjoyed it. His fingers found your clit and then your weeping hole. He gathered the wetness on his middle and pointer finger, he then went to massage your clit.

Your hips jerked up, at the sudden pleasure cursing through your body. Moaning up at Adam, your hands stuttered their jerking movements. Quickly catching yourself, you speed up your movements while focusing on Adam rubbing at your clit.

He moved his fingers to pinch your clit in between his fingers, you whined while your hips jerked even more, “Stop that. Do it properly.” You hissed at him, while glaring up at him.

Adam simply snickered at you, but he did move back his fingers to continue rubbing your clit. You moved your left hand to massage Adam’s balls, gently moving your fingers across that sensitive part of Adam. Grasping softly in your hands, arching your palm up in a wave motion.

“Fuuuuuck, ha, you’re doing so well.” Adam moaned out, while he intensified his finger movements. Shit, you’re close. But so was Adam, you could tell by his furrowed brow, he was moving his hips to grind his dick further into your hands and fingers, his noises and breathing.

“Pleaseee, Adam, won’t you cum all over..me?” You pouted up at him, massaging his dick.

The pressure build up in your lower stomach, your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt yourself cum. Shit. Adam laughed at you, his fingers never left your clit.

It didn’t take much longer for Adam to cum after you, coating your torso white. It was hot, sticky and thick. Ugh. Adam’s fingers still didn’t left your clit. What an asshole.

“EeeeEeeenough, Adam, Oh fuck-“ You tried to angel your hips in a way that he leaves your most sensitive part alone, he chuckled and wiggled his hand out off your panties. Thank god.

Adam pulled his pants back up, and sat down besides your laying down body. You tried to catch your breath, your clean hand covered your eyes. With Adam’s sweatshirt not covering you anymore properly, you were starting to get cold.

Taking your face in his hands, Adam gave your cheek a wet kiss. He brushed his lips over your ear, before whispering in your ear, “Aren’t you just my precious little slut? Go shower, baby.”

You nodded your head at that, showering would be a smart move. Getting up, you located your clothes, before you started walking Adam gave your ass an stinging slap. Gasping in surprise, you went and covered your ass with your hands.

“Man, I didn’t even wake you up..” You grumbled at him, going over to take your clothes.

“Yeah bitch, but you made me wait till you woke up to drain my balls.” Adam got out of bed, stretching his arms over his head.

You stuck out your tongue towards Adam, with your clothes in hand you took off towards the shower. Using Adam’s stuff always felt weird to you. Obviously he doesn’t have woman shower gel, but still. Smelling like Axe was sure something, having your friends side eye you for your smell was even worse.

Getting out, you towelled yourself dry. Slipping into your clothes form yesterday, you left the bathroom. Seeing Adam in the kitchen, at the stove, you made your way over. Wrapping your arms around his mid section, you buried your head between his shoulder blades.

Adam wrapped his one hand over your intervened hands. God, he’s such a big guy.

“Hey baby, you like french toast?”

You simply mumbled a yeah into his shirt, while smelling how good Adams cologne smells. No wonder he’s so popular. If only it wasn’t for his mouth. Adam rubbed your hands with his thumb while chuckling. He turned the stove off and turned around, taking your face into his hands he gave you a deep kiss.

“You excited to fulfill your womanly role of being in the kitchen while you’re here?” Adam mumbled against your lips.

“…You piss me off beyond believe.” You shoved him away by his shoulders, while he laughed.

He didn’t stay away for long, wrapping his arms around you and pressing your bodies together.

“Why? You don’t wanna be my pretty little housewife? Nah, but seriously you do have to pull your weight ‘round here.” Adam pushed a few wet strands of your hair out of your face.

You nodded at Adam, “Of course….I know it wouldn’t be enough but I could give you the amount of rent I pay?”

Adam looked at you like you were stupid, “Babe, I fucking meant, like, cleaning up after yourself, cooking once in a while and hopping on my awesome dick. Well, it’s more of a bonus to be able to ride me whenever you please. I can make that pussy fucking churn, baby, you know it.”

Rolling your eyes at Adam, you simply hid away by smashing your face into Adam’s chest. His incredibly soft chest. Gliding his hands all over your body, Adam bend his neck to whisper into your ear,

“Sit down before the food gets cold.”

Sitting down, you let Adam fix you and him a plate. It all felt weirdly domestic.

Once you were finished, you put everything in the dishwasher while Adam made his way to the bedroom, to get dressed. You plopped down on the couch, twirling your thumbs basically. Sighing, you laid down on the couch. Adam entered the living room.

“What’s up? Stop looking all depressed and shit, we are bout to empty my fucking wallet. Aren’t woman happy to go shopping on a man’s hard earned dime?” Adam stood in-front of you, with his jacket in hand.

“I just..I can’t believe I’m homeless…..This is my biggest fear coming true. Oh my god….I’m homeless…” You covered your face with your hands and groaned loudly. You’re fucking homeless.

Adam scoffed at you, taking your hands into his own and taking them off your face.

“Baby, you’re living here now. We will put your last name on the fucking mailbox and whatever else you need. I will handle everything, sweet thing, don’t you fucking worry.” Adam grasped your knee into his hand now, shaking it slightly, “Cmon, get fucking up. I need you to lighten my wallet up.”

You stood up, nodding at Adam, “Okay, okay, let’s get going.”

Walking towards your jacket, you put it on, together with your worn out boots. Fall is a bitch and winter was even worse. Adam furrowed his brows at your clothes, he grabbed your jacket and felt your jacket lining.

“Jesus, this thin thing doesn’t do shit for you, and what the fuck’s up with your boots? Woman, we have to get you a whole new wardrobe.” He shook his head at you, like it’s your fault you’re broke.

Shopping with Adam played out as well as you thought. When Adam asked you which store you usually go to, and you said the thrift store he looked unhappy. He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you all across the mall.

Unsurprisingly, his favourite place was the underwear section. When you grabbed a multi pack of basic panties, Adam looked at you like you personally ruined his life with that decision.

This whole thing was tiring, you just wanted to lay down. At least Adam had the time of is life, sending you to the dressing room and getting to play dress up doll with you. Eh, at least he isn’t bitching at you, he complains about how woman sizes are not all standardised, how the stitching is shit and how it can be that they don’t have that top, in that colour, in a bigger size. He’s in his zone. He has you try on stuff in different colours, shapes, sizes and man he’s picky as fuck.

All you wanted was a few sweatshirts, one pair of jeans and some socks and underwear. In the end you got a new fucking closet, your make up items basically replaced with the expensive version of your drug store ones, shampoo and conditioner from brands you couldn’t even pronounce, and some sanitary products. Once Adam started looking at sundresses (summer is like 6 months away??) you put your foot down and told him you wanted to go home. You weren’t sure more bags would fit on his arms and in his hands anyways, since he refuses to let you touch anything.

Standing in line at the last checkout, Adam was preoccupied looking at bras. Telling him your bra size was probably a mistake. Letting him drag you to a lingerie store was the other mistake. You felt your phone vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans.

Pulling it out, it was a group chat call from your friends. Accepting the call, you held your phone against your ear,

“‘Yello?”

“What in Christs name is going on that you call up a storm in the middle of the night?”

You could barley understand a word, with 3 different people talking at once, but that was the gist of it.

“Uhh, nothing bad. Apartment burned down.”

“WHATTT???”

Before you could elaborate, you felt your phone being snatched out of your hand. Looking back, you saw Adam glare at your phone.

“If it isn’t the fucking Hexenzirkel!….Mind your own fucking business, everything here’s alright.” With that he hung up your phone and pocketed it. Great. Now that’s a fire you will have to put out later.

Adam herded you forward, towards a free register. He paid for everything, and then took you towards the parking garage where he left the car. Stacking everything in the backseat and trunk, you sat down at your seat. Adam got in, and he started driving home.

Calming your friends was sure a thing you had to pull off. Explaining to them what happened and why you live now with Adam, off all people, was sure something you did. With lots of interruptions. Monica and Dy both assured you that you could always crash at their apartment, in their guest room.

Well, they won’t be able to make you cum 3 times in the span of 20 minutes, so you were going to ride this out. Literally.

You already realised that living with Adam would include lots of sex. He kind of made it his mission to christen every room in his apartment. More than once.

So across a few weeks, he had you ride him on the couch, eating you out in the bathroom, bending you over the kitchen counter, having you suck his dick in the guest room and romantic missionary in his bedroom. And much more and more frequently. Trying out cock warming sadly didn’t go as well, Adam doesn’t have the self control for that, but tying him down on a chair did help with that. And it was hot as fuck.

What you didn’t take in account for was the domesticity of it all. Cooking with Adam, drying the dishes while he washes, watching shows and movies, talking about each others day at the end of the day, cuddling, sleeping in each others embrace, listening to Adam sing and play his guitar, his rambling about the girls his band and music he enjoys, showering together and washing each others hair, grocery shopping together. It’s all so soft, you didn’t really except it. It scares you.

Adam had a lot of bad qualities, like how he tries to give you a curfew, you have to change your phone password every week, you’re sure he has your phone location somehow (you really have to check your app and settings), he keeps making attempts of convincing you to quit your job, tries to dictate what you wear outside the house (all you wear rn are baggy clothes anyways, not because of Adam but because it’s cold af), he always asks you where you’re going and with who, for how long will you stay out? Should he come with you? Don’t worry, baby, he will give a lift and coincidentally stays there for as long as you. Right besides you. He hid away all the door keys?? He loves scaring you and he has a tendency to make your keys and phone disappear when you’re about to leave.

So yeah, privacy was non existent. But when your landlord sent you an email on how you should still pay rent?? Adam took your phone and told you he would take care of it and lo and behold, another email followed up saying that you don’t need to pay for shit. Who would have fucking thought. A few days after the fire you were allowed inside again, picking out whatever wasn’t fully destroyed. There wasn’t much, Adam came with you, and when you were close to crying again, he gave your head a kiss and bought you your favourite take out.

You’re pretty sure he’s trying to condition you to be dependent on him, since when he makes you cum he has a tendency to whisper to you about how you’d should cancel your lease, how you should quit (again) and how nice wouldn’t it be to be his little housewife? You’re happy you got the copper IUD, otherwise you would be pregnant right now. Since Adam is insatiable.

At the end of the day you get fed, get 8 hours of sleep and Adam tries to drive and pick you up wherever you want. So you have been throughly enjoying the past few weeks. The fact that you have to reassure your friends that you are fine and juggle Adam’s weird behaviour is just something you have to deal with.

You were close to falling asleep. Adam was laying on the couch, with you on his chest. He was mindlessly scrolling on his phone, while you buried your face into his neck. His one hand was under your shirt, his fingers traced heart shapes on your skin. You felt his heart thump through his chest, in a slow rhythm. The TV was playing in the background, some fucking Family Guy episode Adam picked out.

The lights started to flicker, faster and faster.

“What the fuck?” Adam sat up, looking around confused.

All the electronics were starting to go crazy, the TV switched between movies and shows, the microwave started going off, together with the fire alarm. You rubbed your eye, while yawning. Everything came to a hold when everything got shut off. You sat in the dark.

“..Huh?” Is all you could get out. Whats going on?

“Fucking fuck. Did a fucking fuse blow out on me?” Adam ushered you off his lap, you stretched your arms over your head.

“Did you forget to pay utilities? Happened to me once or twice.” You threw into the room.

Adam scoffed at that, “Did you forget or were you too broke? I pay my shit on time, don’t fucking worry about it. Fuck. I think the fuse box is out on the hallway.”

“..Both.” You made an attempt at going back to clinging to Adam, he was comfy and you were tired.

“Can’t get rid of you, huh?” He chuckled at you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you closer to him, “Need me to carry you to every fucking errand I need to run?”

You nodded at him, humming in agreement. Adam slipped his arm under your knees and the other under your shoulder, when he stood up he took you with him. Carrying you bridal style. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Don’t drop me! Ah! Adam!”

“Damn babe, usually you only scream my name like that when I make you cream all around me! Don’t stress yourself, you weigh nothing to me. Watch this.” Adam laughed at you, he spun you around in his arms. Then he proceeded to do squats. You couldn’t help but giggle at his antics. After that, the final round, he did bicep curls, using you as his weight.

“Drop me, gym bro.” You laughed at him.

“Yes, mam.” Adam suddenly let go off you for a second, or at least made it seem like that.

Your heart dropped, genuinely thinking that Adam let go off without warning. But he quickly caught you again, laughing at your screaming and horrified expression. He set you back on your feet, grinning at you.

“Chillax babe, as if I would ever drop ya.” He brushed your hair away from your face.

“Fuck off, asshole. How about we look for that fuse box? I don’t wanna live in a lightless apartment.” You hissed at him, swatting away his grabby hands. At least your eyes got adjusted to the dark.

Before Adam could answer, everything started to go crazy again. TV blaring, lights flickering, beeping and fucking sparks flying.

Adam yanked you down with him by your arm, you both were squatting behind the couch.

“Fucking hell?! What the fucks going on??”

A blazing, colourful tear appeared into the air, between the TV and couch. Man were you happy to have said couch as a shield. A high pitched tone sounded through the air, causing both you and Adam to grimace. Covering your ears, you squinted while trying to take a look at the weird slit. It was changing size and form and honestly, you weren’t too sure what you were looking at. So you just ducked behind the couch again, not wanting to know what actually was going on.

Then it just stopped. Everything was pitch black, taking a look out the window you saw that non of the lights in the other buildings were on anymore. Fucking power shut off.

“Let’s get fucking out of here befo-“ Adam started speaking, but was interrupted by a horrible sizzling sound. You were sure that the sound waves which vibrated through the air were touching your soul.

The tear appeared again, just this time in a circle form. Adam and you ducked behind the couch again, while the…thing moved and changed and screeched. It stopped. Again.

“Jesus Christ…” You whispered into the darkness, looking at Adam with big eyes.

“Uhm, fuck no, I’m not the J- Dog. I’m fucking Adam, you know? The first dick on fucking earth?”

??????

Adam and you looked at each other like you have just seen a ghost. You both shoot up from behind the couch at the same time.

What kind of creature appeared in the living room????

He’s very tall. Too tall. And big. His horns hit the ceiling, so he has to awkwardly slouch. What even is his face? Are those golden wings? How fucking big are they? Wingspan of over 9000? Whats that round thing over his head, a halo? With a weird ass robe. Oh my god. What’s even going on anymore?

“Fucking sick, you both can hide your wings and halo? How long did that take you to fucking master? A century or two?” The thing gave you both a once over, his gaze lingered on Adam’s face, but he just shook his head. A century? You weren’t even ready to continue living for another 10 years.

You reached your hand out, grasping Adam’s arm tightly. Adam’s muscles were tense and he seemed to grind his teeth, glaring at the unwanted guest. God help you.

“What? You two to fucking shocked seeing this big of a deal, huh? I totally get it. Want an autograph?”

“..We…Don’t need to….Hide our…Wings. Because we are…People…?” You decided on saying. It’s better if you speak and not Adam, since he looked close to blowing up.

The creature blinked at you, “Oh shit…Don’t fucking worry about this little incident, sugar tits, upstairs we got extra protocol for this.” He turned his huge back towards you and Adam, giving you a nice view of his glowy, golden wings.

Since your heart was starting to calm down, and you were able to think clear, the realisation creeped in that he kind sounded like Adam? Weird coincidence.

Adam’s face soured even more at the pet name, “Al-fucking-right, listen here, A-“

Grabbing Adam by the collar of his hoodie, you yanked him down. Placing your finger against your lips, to signal for him to shut up, you let him go again. It’s best if Adam does not start a fight with a whole ass angel.

Said Angel was snapping his fingers repeatedly. Each time he did, the electronics started going crazy again. All that appeared were sparks around his fingers, and where the tear was it sizzled slightly. Great.

“The fuck? Why isn’t this shit working?”

Adam crossed his arms infront of his chest, looking unhappier with every passing second. This won’t go well. You feel it in your soul.

The angel nervously threw a look over his shoulder, at you and Adam. As if any of this was your fault. Rolling your eyes, you bit your tongue.

“…You sure you’re a fucking angel?” Adam spoke into the tense atmosphere.

“Yes I’m fucking sure I’m an angel! Have some fucking respect, without me non of you fuckers could be frolicking right fucking now!”

And so it starts. While the two men threw insults at each other, you tried to breath through your panic. Taking a good look at the angel, not only did he have the same voice as Adam, his face reminds you off the masks Adam’s band wears whenever they perform. Maybe….

“Take off your mask.” You decided on telling the giant. All eyes were on you now.

“Woah, bossy. And here I fucking thought you were a well trained bitch, who knows not to interrupt when the men are speaking.” Alright, you hate that guy.

He hooked his fingers under, what was finally revealed as a mask, and slipped his face out of it. Even though his hair was a mess, one thing was clear. That was Adam.

It was uncanny to watch, you were uncomfortable. It clearly felt like that they weren’t supposed to be in the same room. The only difference between their faces was that this one didn’t have any piercings, and he looked to be in his thirties. Good to know that Adam still will look hot in like 10 years. DILF. The even have the same facial expressions, and reactions to each other.

“You supposed to be some shitty alternative version of me, or what?” Adam asked, his chin in his hands and head tilted.

“Fuck no, you dumbass didn’t listen to me? I’m fucking Adam, the first man? More like my genes are alive and well in you. Good to know.” He nodded at Adam.

“Are you sure? Because his name is also Adam, and he has two ex girlfriends named Lilith and Eve. Same break up as you had…….Are we in a Bible fan-fiction? Why does everyone I know have biblical names and a fitting background?” Is your whole life a lie??

The angel simply blinked at you, then his gaze shifted towards Adam. He chuckled nervously again, once again snapping his fingers. All it did was make sparks fly and mess further with the electricity, not just in this apartment but also with every other building outside.

“Fucking stop it, shit obviously isn’t working.” Adam dragged his hand over his face, obviously exhausted.

“Well, if you can travel through space just like that, what’s really stopping you from also going through time? We basically already know that alternative universes are a thing, if we think of both timelines as water streams, going at the same speed….or time?” You put your hands infront of each other, not touching having them touch, “You must have accidentally messed something up in your travels, causing you to fall out of your stream into ours…” Moving your right hand to bump it into your left one, you imaged the angel falling and tumbling into your world.

“…That’s so cool.” You whispered under your breath, the angels wings fluffed up, a grin appearing on his face.

“Yeah, I’m pretty fucking cool, babes.” He looked so proud of himself, as if he did it all on purpose. Idiot.

Adam glared at his doppelgänger, while wrapping his arm around your shoulder and yanking you into his side. He rubbed his chin against the top of your head, like an animal marking it’s territory. You were too far into your multiversal fantasies and connecting it to your physics classes, to notice the angle smugly grinning at Adam, as if he won that round. Weird macho behaviour, which you couldn’t care less for.

“What are we fucking supposed to do now?” Adam asked, carefully.

“..Is the couch free, bro?”

Adam x 3rdWifeReader (Angst to Fluff)

Title: "Talk to me baby"

Bexie's Order: "Lungo coffee w/ coconut milk, 4 brown sugar cubs, 5 pumps of toasted marshmellow, 4 pumps of chocolate sauce, 3 pumps of cinnamon and an order of Cream Horns!"

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Warnings: Adam is mean, Reader is unappreciated, Angst to fluff/comfort, cussing, crude humor, Adam and you are alive outside of the garden, nudity, Reader is a classic dainty domestic wife, pregnancy, sexual actions/references.

(OOC: It's 1am and I have work at 8am, so not proof read. I'll edit it tomorrow when I get off work)

Words from Bexie: "Life is too short to let someone else fill it with bullshit"

When you were created, traced out in gold and made of stardust, there was a light. It spoke to you the virtues of being a woman, which, was apparently what you are called. A woman, beautifully created to care for God's creation called man. In return man would lead you, nuture and provide for you. You did not know pain, you did not know lust, or love. You were told that your very being, would bring your husband the contentment he was missing.

Oh how very wrong you had been told.

Yes, your husband, the first man created, Adam, did indeed provide for you. A big personality your husband has, however, it was never directed toward you. He bites back at your attempts to get closer. Leaving you with open wounds for you to lick, never fully healing as the scar is ripped off by your unending reaches.

His words stung.

"Just piss off, you're not helping"

"I really don't care."

"How about instead of wasting both our time with a bunch of shit, you go waste your own hm?"

"You really can't do anything, can you?"

"Honestly, what makes you any better than the last two? Although I will say you are far more pathetic."

His actions hurt.

Shoving you aside, and sometimes you'd fall. (You didn't see how he'd turn to you with wide eyes before storming off)

Smacking items out of your hands when he felt you weren't doing something correctly, grumbling about he'd do it himself.

Walking in front of you, leaving you behind, grabbing you when he'd find you.

And you apologized every time.

Never did you cry to him.

You were made to bring happiness to one man, and you would be enough for him someday; Otherwise, how could you say you're worthy of Heaven's good graces? How could you call yourself Adam's wife?

Right now... however, your heart is shattering as you realize that maybe... Adam is unreachable. You messed up. Bad this time. When you tried to fix it, you had only messed up more. Now Adam always had a short temper with you, but, he had never yelled. Raised his voice and barked at you, never screaming. This was a new form of irritation from him that frightend you, to be on the recieving end of it....

You heart was racing, palms damp as your fingers twitch. You try not to breathe harshly, so as to not upset the man even more with the fact you lungs need air.

"I... I'm sorry-" "Yeah SORRY! You're ALWAYS sorry!" Adam yells, "It's the one thing I can actually expect you to do right."

You flinch, you don't know what else to say. You feel shame for letting your husband down once again.

"I never asked for you! You think your some kind of god given gift to me? HA more like a god given pain in my ass."

Don't cry don't cry don't cry

"You, out of all my wives, are by far the most fucking bothersome- maybe ever on this damn planet."

It's okay it's okay he doesn't actually-

"This is why I don't even try fucking you,"

....wha- he doesn't-

"-'t satisfy her husband? Which is pretty hard to mess up. Can't count on you to even carry a child. The one damn thing you as a woman are supposed to actually be able to-"

All breath leaves you. Tears, that had only been trickling, stream down your face from wide eyes. Your hands cover your trembling lips attempting to keep the whimpers clawing up your throat down.

It's quiet, just the fire crackling. Adam had cut himself off seeing your frail state.

That was too far.

Adam feels his chest tighten at your grief stricken expression. Glossy eyes holding shame, and betrayal. He can hearing your staggered breathing and sniffles, choking on your own sobs.

He takes a step forward, and you shrink into yourself, frown deepening. So he freezes, unsure of what to do.

"I'm so- sorry." You sob out, looking down before your dart out of your stone made home. Leaving Adam to stare where you had been standing. ....fuck.

Your blurry vision takes moments to adjust to the darkness shrouding the land. The night breeze pricks at your exposed skin, chilling the wet trails on your cheeks. You sit at the bay of a small river, the clear water reflecting the moonlight beaming above you.

It was a beautiful night you could not bring yourself to admire.

Just another thing you can't do.

Your resolve, your heart, felt like it was finally crumbling. The abuse you've endured felt as if it all had been for nothing.

I'm not good enough.

Would you ever be? Would it ever be possible for you to be the wife you were made to be? The wife that Adam would need?

I'm not good enough.

You had done everything you could to earn his affections. But...

"I'm not good enough." You say, your hands together in a prayer, you continue, whispering to your father, "My Father thou art in Heaven, I'm sorry, I'm not good enough. I can't do any better, this is it. I've been here for some time, and I haven't- I have failed you Father. I have failed Adam as well. No apology will make up for the disgrace I am. I'm not a good wife, and I will never be a mother-"

You sob, cutting yourself off.

There had been a few times where Adam and you had sex, merely to try for a baby. Each time, you relished in the feeling of your husband's touch. Enjoying his skin on yours even if it was just his hands and him thrusting behind you. So much so, you never felt irritated when you didn't finish, happy to know he did.

When you never became pregnant, it remained an unspoken fact between you two and God, children were not in the stars. Your relationship suffered further for this.

How badly you wanted to be a mother. To have a baby to love and care for outside of Adam. Watch them grow, to replace the pain that dwelled in your heart. To raise them, to make up for the failure of your existence.

"There must be better. Better for Adam. Please, he deserves better- he does. Someo-one who can give him children, someone who can tend to him, love him better than I ever could."

You pray, you pray for Adam with your whole heart and soul. With your tears, with your shame, guilt. Just as you had before, to be better.

You cease your pleads, quieting your cries, when you hear footsteps to your left. You gaze at the darkness for a moment, when Adam steps through you turn your head back down. He stands away from you, though you don't know if he's even looking at you. "Let's go home." He speaks flatly.

Truth was, you didn't want to home yet, but, you close your eyes taking a hiccuped breath as you stand. Stepping where you assume Adam had began walking. Only to find his feet still planted on the grass. Adam watches as you stumble to take a step back, eyes going up to his in surprise then falling back to the ground.

He watches your hands fiddle together. Sees your shoulders tense, when was the last time she wasn't, asshole. He turns around, ashamed walking towards home as you follow.

You weren't the same after that night. It looked as though your day to day life you were just waiting. Going through the motions, your chores and responsibilties, without care. No more smiles, no more offers to help, no more little chips in of conversation. No more you.

Adam, begrudgingly, attempted to gain reactions from you.

He knows what he said was dickish but really?

He brought back some flowers from his outing, to which you accepted with a light "Thank you." Did you like them? Did you even like flowers at all? Of course you did that would be in character. What was her favorite then? Adam brought back a wild pig that would feed you both for a week. Instead of your usual commending words as you clap your hands in thank, you just started a fire to burn down to hot coals for cooking.

The only hint of emotion he got from you was one time, and it made his chest ache.

He had gathered enough animal skin and yucca plant to make you a new top. (He noticed your other had rips you had been repairing.)

When he presented it to you, you commented on his craftmenship. When he stated it was for you, however, he watched as your eyes widened. "For me?" You asked him, breathily, cheeks coloring a bit. "...Yeah." Adam responded, "So put it on, that one looks worn." He places it in your lap where you sit.

Picking it up you rub your thumbs along the cloth. You take off your top, revealing your soft breasts. It's smooth, insolated, straps that tie around your neck. Beads docorate along the v-neck line. It's a bit more... showy than what you'd normally wear, but it's beautiful all the same. "Thank-" You gasp.

Adam has your front to the ground as you leans over back. You feel his breath on your neck when his chest meets your skin. You stare off blankly, willing your body to cooporate for his use. Adam runs his tongue along your neck to your ear, sucking underneath. Calloused hands wrap around you, pulling you closer. That wasn't part of the routine.

His hips grind against yours, hands groping the curves of your body. He hums against you, "Come on baby," he says, "give me something." Almost begging, he freezes, breathing shakey.

He trails his nose down your spine, eyes closed, he meets the material of your top. Adam takes a deep breath, then brings you back to sit up. He moves his body from your own, at first, you feel that dread of guilt creep in your heart and up your throat. Had you not been good enough once again? You don't notice when he comes back, crouching behind you, until he grasps you long hair.

Gently he moves your locks, weaving them into a long braid you realize. What you don't know, is he had placed the flowers he'd brought you through the braid. He ties the end with one of your yucca cords, then puts it over your shoulder revealing the floral to you.

For the first time, you feel something from Adam. Something close to an apology. Something like care. It was the first action from him that wasn't out of necessity.

Trailing the braid and flowers with your finger tips, you look over your shoulder, "Thank you." You tell him, a small smile gracing your lips.

Things were different in your life with Adam. It had started subtle. Bringing you gifts when he went out, asked you to come with him for simple chores, and he'd bring flowers and feathers for your hair every morning.

Eventually more personal things began.

Adam would try to ask you about your days. He even comes out to your garden you tend to, inquiring about the plants that feed you two. He sleeps next to you, not quite together, but, he's there. You didn't know that he had awoke to your soft cries at night on more than one ocasion.

Adam kicks himself for ignoring you those nights

Not the sweetest with his words, but compliments you his own way.

"That wasn't too bad" "No no, I-I like it." "Sounds like you had a good day." "Tits look perky today." "Smells nice in here."

Through your caution, wet heart still healing, you could feel, and see, Adam's effort. It felt wonderful. There was one thing. Adam had not touched you since he had given you your new top some time ago.

With your feelings for him resurfacing, that familiar yearning for Adam creeped back up on you. You wanted your husband in every way. You think of this as you lay on your sleep cloths. He was so close, yet it felt like he was far away. Facing away from you. Your thoughts consumed you, keeping you from acting on your desires. If he wanted to touch you, he would have right?

You sigh quietly, but not quiet enough. "What?" Adam speaks, you jump a bit. "What's wrong with you?" He tries again when you stay silient. Panicking slightly, you come up with a quick excuse. "The weather is getting colder again," you explain, "I just thought the embers would last a bit longer." "I told you to put that extra wood on there, stubborn woman."

Adam sit up, stretching to grab the log pieces he had cut for the cooler nights. When he looks over to you he spots another cover behind you. Must've pushed it aside on accident. Without delay he leans over you to cover you with it, then arms wrap around his waist.

Adam tenses at the touch, looking down to find your gaze, even through the dark. Your hands push on his back lightly, "Hold me." You whisper, "Please... please." He gives in to your pleads, laying on his side to grab you, rolling you both to where he lays on his back with you on his chest. Bare skin warming the other's. You move your covers to over the both of you, Adam takes over, bringing them to your chin.

The man feels you sigh, soft body molding into his chiseled one, tension leaving your muscles. This is how it should've always been. Right here, he promises, this is how it will always be. You were more than just a replacement, you are his wife now. Adam had forgotten what being your husband meant. He'll spend everyday with you fulfilling the duties he neglected. Everyday, he'll remind you how beautiful you truly are. Every night, he'll worship your body and soul, holding you close.

He will do everything, knowing you will do the same.

.

.

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Winter had been harsh, cold days and night with some blizzards mixed in. It was beginning to get warmer, however, so you worried not over the low supply of food in your home. It had carried both you and Adam all winter, along with Adam's successful stored hunts, keeping enough fat on your bodies to hold heat. You had already spread out your stored seeds to begin their process of growth.

Other than that, you hadn't felt up to much else. For quite some time, since the snow and ice started melting, you had felt sluggish. The thought of eating anymore berries had your body tensing, feeling of dizziness taking over you.

Not only that, but winter weight had really taken to you this year. Your belly extended and hips expanded. Adam had noticed as well, he told you your widen hips just meant "more fun" for him, calling your pudgy belly and swelled breasts sensuous. If he was happy with it, then you found no harm in the change.

But the growing aches and pains worried you both. Something was different, it didn't feel bad, it didn't feel nice, but, it felt natural.

You were carrying some wood back with Adam, you would have to lay it by the fire to dry. You had plenty of dry wood still, but your husband insisted on gathering more to begin drying. Which you were fine with, after the promise of herbal tea and a foot rub waiting for you once you reach home.

It was all going well, until you felt something strange... Like your insides were moving or being moved. Something was moving in you?! You squeak in distress, dropping the wood in your arms you lean on a tree for support. Adam, immediately at you side, brushing your fallen hair back. "Hey," he says, cupping your jaw with both hands, "what's wrong? Talk to me baby." You breathe, pushing a hand on your lower stomach, where you freeze. You swear, you felt another pulse, it beats with your own. A warmth takes over your entire being. Starting at the source.

"I'm having a baby." You say without thought.

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Alastor:

The Dill-Doe Shirt

“Look at what my darling bought me!” Alastor announces excitedly, stretching his shirt so everybody could see, the word ‘Dill-Doe’ in bold below a deer in a pickle. “Ha! Isn’t it hilarious? It’s a doe wearing a dill pickle as a costume!”

“Al, that says Dill-Doe,” Angel says, trying not to laugh. “Do ya know what that is?”

“A what now?” Alastor asks innocently.

“Shut up, Angel!”

Lucifer:

The J in June

“Luci, do you know what the J in June stands for?” You ask Lucifer.

“Oh, I didn’t even know it stood for anything,” Lucifer says. “Well, what is it, honey?”

“The J in June is for the Jiggle in my ass when I walk,” You say, looking over your shoulder as you strut down the hallway.

“I believe you,” Lucifer says, fanning his face as he watches your ass do just that.

“You have no shame!”

Husk:

Spell RUN

“Husk, touch your toes,” You tell Husk, trying to keep a straight face as you discreetly record him.

“Fine, but it better not be somethin’ stupid,” Husk says, bending over and touching his toes.

“Okay, now spell ‘Run’ three times.”

“R-U-N, R-U-N, R-U—“ Husk realizes, his eyes widening as you start laughing while you hold up your phone. “Wait a fuckin’ minute.”

“HA! You’re asking if it’s in your—“ You start, but then he tackles you to the ground, shattering your phone.

Vox:

Can I Hold It While You Pee?

“I’m going to the restroom,” Vox announces as he stands up from the couch.

“Wait, let me come with you!” You say, following behind him.

“What, why would you want to do that?” Vox stutters as he turns around, a horrified look on his face.

“Can I hold it while you pee?” You ask, but he shakes his head as he backs up from you, accidentally cornering himself.

“At least let me tie a bow on it!”

“Stay away from me!” Vox says before teleporting out of the room, leaving you pouting.

Adam:

Throw Cheeks, Bbg

“Throw cheeks, babygirl,” You tell Adam as you walk into the room.

He instantly turns his backside away from you, covering his ass with his wings.

“NO! I’M NOT THROWING CHEEKS,” Adam yells, folding his arms and shaking his head. “I DON’T WANNA!”

Angel Dust:

Impregnating A Man

“Ya eva’ love ya man so much ya just wish ya were seahorses?” Angel sighs as he looks at you, but you’re too busy scrolling on your phone to notice. “Ta get him pregnant, I mean.”

“Just because he’s a man doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try,” You tell him.

“Huh, yeah, ya right!” Angel says, grabbing your chin and making you look at him. “Wanna try, sweetcheeks?”

“Oh no, I forgot that was me.”

Sir Pentious:

The BBL

“Hey, Pentious!” You greet the serpent, an innocent smile on your face. “Can I give you a BBL?”

“A BBL? What isss that?” Sir Pentious asks you, confused. “If it’s nothing bad, perhaps I could allow you to—“ He continues sheepishly.

“DON’T SAY YES, THEY BOTCHED MINE!” Angel screeches, barging into the room, two small pillows falling from his skirt.

“Wait, Pentious, DON’T GO!” You whine as you watch him slither away in fear.

Valentino:

I Don’t Take In Strays

“What’s your address?” Valentino texts you. You only gave him your number so he could leave you alone. “I’m spending the night.”

“4351 Pasadena Ave,” You text back.

“That’s the animal shelter?”

“Yeah, they take in strays. Not me, goodnight.”

Saint Peter:

When Did I Ask?

“So, uh, Emily was telling me about this new restaurant that opened up,” Saint Peter starts, nervously wringing his hands together. “And I was wondering if you wanted to go?”

“When?” You asked, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, well, how does Friday—“

“Did I ask?”

Saint Peter’s face drops, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment, losing whatever confidence he had built up to ask you out.

“Oh my God, you poor baby! I’m so, so sorry, I have no self control,” You said, rushing to him and holding his face in your hands, a relieved sigh escaping his throat as you litter him with kisses. “Yes! I’ll go out with you, a million times yes!”

Zestial:

Mike Who Cheese Hairy

“Good morning, sweetness,” Zestial says, leaning down to look at your shirt when you approach him. “Oh? What art thee wearing today?“

He squints as you stretch it, four words in bold staring back at him: Mike, Who, Cheese, and Hairy. Carmilla’s daughters are trying not to laugh.

“Repeat it and you’ll find out,” You say, a wicked smile on your face.

“Mike…Who…Cheese…Hairy,” Zestial says out loud, still confused. “I don’t understand?”

“Who said ‘My coochie is hairy?’” Carmilla asks as she walks into the room.

“Zestial!” You burst out laughing, but then she throttles you, leaving the older man horrified.

How They React To You Not Wearing A Bra

Imagine Alastor, Lucifer, Husk, Vox, Adam, and surprise, surprise, Sir Pentious and Saint Peter notice you’re not wearing a bra underneath your shirt?

Alastor:

When you showed up to one of Charlie’s meetings with no bra underneath your shirt, Alastor immediately noticed, his ears falling flat against his head as you took the only available space on the couch next to him. The room was cold, and it was evident in the way your nipples peeked through the thin cotton material, teasing him from his peripheral vision, almost.

“Hey, Al, is everything alright?” You whispered to Alastor, your eyes flitting down to see him pulling his dress shirt over his crotch.

“Yes, now, listen to Charlie, darling,” Alastor responded curtly, his face forward, set on ignoring you for a reason that was unknown to you. “It’s rude to interrupt.”

His tone definitely got to you, so you did just that, listening to Charlie babble away. Meanwhile, Alastor was doing everything he could to conceal his growing erection, from buttoning the rest of his coat to crossing his legs. But he couldn’t stop stealing glances at your perky breasts, eventually manifesting out of the room without a goodbye to relieve himself, feeling utterly weak.

Lucifer:

The day Charlie’s dad was supposed to visit the hotel just so happened to align with laundry day. You made sure to wear something loose but also presentable, not worried about your lack of bra underneath…until Lucifer started to personally introduce himself to everybody, your nervousness making itself known through your shirt. How fantastic.

“Hi, hello! You must be—“ Lucifer started, but then he interrupted himself with a squeak, his face at level with your chest. “I, uh—it’s nice to meet you too?”

“Oh, wow! You’re Charlie’s dad, huh? Did she warn you that I was a hugger?” You said quickly, panicking, bringing him in for a hug to preserve what little dignity you had left. “Yes, yes—nice to meet you.”

Before any of the other residents could notice your hardened nipples, Lucifer’s face was buried into your chest, peering down through your lashes to see him staring up at you with a dazed look. You offered him an apologetic smile, completely unaware of the fact that he was secretly enjoying being in between your breasts, his pants getting just a little bit tighter.

Husk:

If there was anybody who could care less about what you were wearing, it was Husk. That’s what you told yourself as you approached the bar, tugging at the bottom of your shirt, stretching it so he wouldn’t see your lack of bra underneath. Of course, the man immediately noticed your discomfort, but he didn’t say anything as you sat on the stool in front of him.

“Just give me a beer,” You said, neglecting to offer him the usual pleasantries. Husk hummed, placing the beer in front of him instead of sliding it to you. The bastard.

“Thanks,” You mumbled, flinching as your nipples hardened upon feeling the cold counter. Husk’s pupils dilated, but besides that, he hid his surprise quite well, averting his eyes with a ‘Uh-huh, yeah, of course.’

When you sat back down, you tugged at your shirt again, completely missing the way Husk readjusted himself behind the bar. A slight blush dusted his cheeks as his fingers shakily tucked away his erection, all while he continued to steal glances at your breasts, tail slightly whipping at the sight of your nipples peeking through the thin material. God, did he feel like such a pervert.

Vox:

You walked into the Vee’s shared living space, carelessly plopping down onto the couch next to Velvette. She looked up from her phone with a smirk, her eyes teasingly raking over your chest. “Letting the girls breathe, I see.” You would have responded if Vox hadn’t suddenly showed up, paling as he sat down next to you. Fuck, wasn’t he supposed to be away at a meeting?

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, folding your arms over your chest, trying to hide the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Well, hello to you too,” Vox replied sarcastically, turning around to look at you. “Meeting got canceled—oh, are you cold?” He said, a wicked smile taking over his initial annoyance.

When you folded your arms, you actually pulled down your shirt, the already thin material displaying the outline of your breasts. “You weren’t supposed to be here,” You mumbled sheepishly. “Hey, we’re all adults,” Vox told you, turning away. That didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to look, however, storing the sight of your hardened nipples in his hard drive for later.

Adam:

The last thing you ever wanted to do was go braless around Adam, but most of your laundry was in the washer. You made sure to wear the loosest dress shirt you had for work, but even that wasn’t enough, his eyes bugging out of his head as you stepped into his office. Fortunately for you, Adam didn’t tell you anything…until he decided that he’d had enough of your supposed teasing.

“What the fuck did I do to deserve this?” Adam asked you, pressing himself against your back, his hands sliding up your body.

“Sir, what are you talking about?” You squeaked as he groped your breasts. “This,” He hissed, feeling the lack of padding underneath your shirt. “I can see them, you know? Ah, fuck, they’re so pretty.”

Adam’s pointer fingers traced the outline of your soft nipples, your thighs clenching together, but not at his ministrations. His erection was unashamedly poking at your ass through your skirt. Maybe going braless around the angel wasn’t such a bad idea, you thought, especially as he kicked open your legs from behind, his pants falling to his feet with a thud.

Sir Pentious:

Oh, Sir Pentious. He was so sweet and innocent. You looked up at him in amusement as he chucked off his coat and draped it over your shoulders, purposely neglecting to fasten the buttons. If he did, he’d risk brushing over your nipples, hardened from how cold it was in the parlor. A simple ‘thank you’ would have sufficed, but you decided to tease him a bit first.

“How’d you know I was cold?” You giggled, sliding your arms through the oversized sleeves, leaving the coat unfastened.

“I, uhhh, well,” Sir Pentious stammered, his eyes nervously darting across the room. “I saw your…” He started, but then he thought about something else, “…arms littered with goosebumps! Yesss! That is why.”

Of course he’d tell you a lie in lieu of the truth. You approached Sir Pentious, looking up at him through your lashes as you wrapped your arms around his torso in thanks, your breasts pressed up against him. If the serpent wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now, his heart beating rapidly as he tried to focus on anything else but the feeling of your hardened nipples.

Saint Peter:

With an iced coffee held against your chest, you approached the pearly gates, feeling slightly nervous as you saw the back of Saint Peter’s head. You decided not to wear a bra for once, which you were starting to regret, especially as the angel turned around at the sound of your footsteps, the smile on his face falling almost instantaneously.

“Hey! I, uh, came over here to drop off your coffee,” You said, holding it out for him to take, but he was too busy staring at the way your nipples peeked through your robes. “Peter?”

“Oh my goodness, I am so, so sorry,” Peter quickly said when he snapped out it, looking away as he went to grab the drink, missing entirely like the fool he was. “Thank you very much—oh, oh my.”

You gasped, a blush crawling up Saint Peter’s neck as his hand landed on your breast, tentatively squeezing the soft, warm flesh, realizing it wasn’t firm and cold like an iced coffee should be. Horrified, he tried to pull away, but you didn’t let him, introducing his other hand to your neglected breast instead. “We can’t—“ Peter started, but when you let out a soft moan, he immediately folded.

more valentino PLEASE 🙏

How does the saying go, "i want this man in ways that are concerning to feminism"?

I was thinking of how Angel used to live in V Tower and, how fucked up would it be for him to receive a good morning text from Val to head up to his room, and AD is thinking it's a booty call, but it's ACTUALLY Valentino being a manipulative piece of shit

Angel comes into the room and Valentino is already half or fully naked but like, he's not hard or anything and Angel is confused? The moth is just, chilling naked smoking with this satisfied look on his face? And Valentino just, gives him some menial command to run him a favor, and he pauses mid-sentence to turn and call out YOUR name before regarding his Fizz Bot, "Kitty, why don't you make my baby a drink?" and you're just like, slinking out from under the covers, ashamed that Angel now knows you slept with the Overlord, let alone someone you know uh, treats him pretty fucking poorly (although I imagine not like, the entire entire brutal extent of it, also, Angel Dust using Reader as a shield against Val because they're both calmer when you're around)

Could you imagine some scenario, platonic romantic it doesn't matter, where like. Angel is talking to Valentino and he sees you in the corner of his eye and he just stops mid sentence, does a double take, looks at you half naked in his boss' bed, and Val forces him to focus and carry on the conversation while he's crying. Angel is just all but sprinting out of the room by the time he's dismissed and Valentino may even play fucking mind games to make him like, MARINATE in how horrible this makes him feel. Valentino is dragging out the conversation and putting on his nail caps or doing his skincare routine at his vanity and making Angel sit there and wait as he's deliberate dragging on his sentences and constantly pausing but if Angel moves to leave Val snaps IMMEDIATELY. So Angel is just. Forced to stand there.

VALENTINO TALKING TO Y O U, MAKING YOU ACKNOWLEDGE ANGEL AND THE REVERSE. Valentino being manipulative and awful and shitty and doing shit like "so Angel baby, I was gonna take a trip to the spa tomorrow, mhm, and also hey you're coming too *looks at you* so Angel what do you think we should get my other amorcito over here done?" the evil bastard is making you two talk to each other, about each other, when you're both like, IN TEARS

Angel, trying to hold on to the last shreds of his sanity: s so... h have you... ever had a facial before

Valentino pausing from doing his mascara with the biggest shit eating grin on his face: oh yeah, someone just had a really, really BIG one

Reader, happily getting drunk off the drink Kitty brought you because it helps take away the pain of this entire interaction: a. .. a massage or something might be nice

Valentino, doing his contour: but baaaabe, I thought you told me you were shy about who puts their hands on your body. Are you trying to make me jealous?

Angel, desperately trying to ignore Val blowing you a kiss and you clearly having bites and hickies alllllllll over you like there wasn't a single inch of you the moth didn't put his hands mouth or otherwise on: uh huh! Cool! So! Guess we can! Decide later right! :)

Valentino, doing his nails: wrong 💅 I also need you to

And the mf is just doing that shit for like 20 minutes straight which doesn't SOUND like a lot but when you're standing there just talking and waiting and, especially having a moment like THIS, it's just DRAGGING ON, and when Angel finally leaves, you're crying, and here's Valentino, "awwww, pobrecita, come here, what's wrong?" and hugging you and you need the comfort and you're drunk and, now maybe you're just a little scared he's the only person you have left....

Also. Bonus round for the angst. Can you imagine. Angel runs off and it's you sleeping with Valentino that finally hurts him so much he's finally RUNNING running away, meeting Charlie, having another place to live. He's still working under contract but the second his shift ends he's out of the studio without another word because... he can't protect you anymore. He feels like this is his fault. He failed Molly and now he failed you and he's worthless and trash and an addict loser-- meanwhile you're beating yourself up because you've lost your only friend down here and also your biggest supporter and Valentino all but lovebombs you (and the worst part is, it's genuine and if you reject ANYTHING, he's getting Offended Bigly)

Ugh. Ok. I'm sorry. Finally finishing the post with one more thing. Valentino is definitely the type to give you expensive gifts and he doesn't actually care about the amount of money he spends on you BUT, will use the fact he's spent so much money on you to manipulate you IN A HEARTBEAT

And also. You're not allowed to reject gifts because it sets him off in like 5 different ways. "Oh so my gifts aren't good enough for you?" "Do you have any idea how much I spent on this?" "I TOOK THE TIME to get this for YOU" God forbid if it's something custom. Could you imagine he offers you something and he doesn't immediately tell you it's custom, like he's got sketches in a notebook somewhere, this is MADE WITH LOVE ableit his creepy obsessive love, and you could literally have a very polite "oh my gosh I couldn't that's so expensive I, I don't deserve it, wow" where you're obviously very happy but just shocked and feeling guilty, like a FLATTERING rejection that is obviously an insult to YOU, NOT him, and he's just. The switch fucking flips. His head tilts. He lets out a hum as his smile pulls way too tight. Lashes out within seconds. Grabs you. takes that jewelry or watch or expensive thing he bought you and literally forces it onto your body, and he's not screaming or raising his voice, he's getting right up in your face and growling out the deeeeeetails of how he got this for you until you're crying and apologizing for your ingratitude

Ugh he's so cunty and mean and awful UGH WHY WOULD I LET HIM HIT, he would use that heart shaped belt he has to put heart shaped welts on your ass and then set your cute bruised heart covered butt as his phone wallpaper and your icon in his contacts and save your name as Ropebunny or something rhfkcsbfkhdxkfh

I know you mentioned that you aren't a big fan of pregnancy AU stuff in Hazbin, but hear me out...

Imagine Yandere Valentino getting his Darling pregnant to have a living bargaining chip to make sure she doesn't even try to leave him

New idea. What if the only people who can procreate in Hell are red string soulmates, or, it's like akin to ABO in the sense that not everyone or every combo of people could create a baby.

I was thinking about a yandere Valentino who has Reader as his red string soulmate whatever and you run away after seeing how truly abusive he is to other people, worrying for your own safety, and you're missing for like a straight year before Valentino finds out where you are, and... he's all but KICKING DOWN the door of your apartment, and he's looking at you like a hungry predator ready to pounce on you, cornering you, and

a baby starts crying from the other room and you're SPRINTING to the noise and Valentino finds you defensively holding a little bundle to your chest, growling snarling baring fangs holding a knife whatever at him, and Valentino thinks you adopted some other man's kid, some little imp bastard or something, and he's furious, he's raising his voice, he's getting closer, he's-

making perfect eye contact with a little tiny baby replica of himself as it turns to look at him with its big red eyes and chubby cheeks and fat arms and. It takes Val a few seconds to process it. The baby looks right at him and is whimpering and gurgling, upset, but doesn't cry. The baby boy sneezes and his antenna flip back and forth. He's got lil hearts in his fur and his teeny antenna are already so fluffy.

'Oh but aren't baby moths technically caterpillars--' shut the fuck up, you're demons and also that would be ugly as fuck. You want to give birth to a 20 armed baby or something. No. We save the truly inhuman babies for the human x monster/alien/whatever prompts. Your baby comes out a mini mothperson and it's fluffy and chubby and fucking adorable and also shut up

Val is just, SMITTEN, the narcissism is turned up to 100, he's rapid cycling emotions, "*GASPING* OUR BABY IS SO FUCKING CUTE, WHAT THE FUCK, I WANT TO HOLD HIM" "So I knocked you up good huh 😏" "*already on the phone in a group call with the other Vees and taking 200 pictures* you should see this thing, he looks just like me, can you even believe that, I can already tell he's gonna be so handsome and successful cuz he's MY son" "aw, amorcito did you think you needed to run away to protect our baby because I have so many enemies? You're such a good mama ❤️❤️❤️"

You spend like MONTHS lovingly protecting and sheltering your child until he's a healthy giggling little chubroll and Val has him for like two days and suddenly your baby has his ears pierced with diamonds in them and Valentino is walking around in his high heels and slutty bodysuits with your son in a papoose cuddled into his chest fur. You're holding your sleeping son while Val is beside you and someone sneezes across the room and the baby stirs and here's Valentino, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, MY SON IS SLEEPING", like, NOT ANYMORE YOU DUMB JACKASS???

'Oh gee why is Valentino suddenly funding and producing more erotic films involving moms and breeding and pregnant people and lactation-' you fucking know why and honestly I think it'd be SO FUNNY if he's like, "oh yeah, don't worry, I want you on birth control too mami. I missed fucking you and I kinda wanna do a lot of that without worrying about another little niño or two. At least not for a while :)"

Valentino on the red carpet being his cunty fashionable self while his baby is in a sling and they're both wearing matching outfits. Your baby boy has a tiny iced-up watch that's worth more than the entire building you were living in before his father found you. Your "husband" is posing half-naked with your baby on the cover of Demon Playboy which he owns, "HELL'S HOTTEST NEW DILF" like I COULD NOT WITH THIS MAN

And obviously he's got new kinks now that you're a mom and he absolutely fucks the hell out of you to the point you would get pregnant again without the birth control 😳 valentino on some real "is this the milk you've been feeding my baby with, let me try some" type stuff where he's milking you dry during his bang sesh and your son has to have formula that night because your tank is EMPTY 💀 YOU'RE A RAISIN LIKE THAT SCENE FROM SCOOBY DOO ZOMBIE ISLAND--

God. I've read horror stories about women getting pregnant again even WHILE being on multiple types of birth control so, then you get knocked up again Because Of Course You Would, You're Taking More Creampies Than A Professional Rodeo Clown, and what does Valentino say? "Fuck it, I wanna keep it! I can't just MURK my baby after it beat the odds, that's so ME!" And now you're having twin girls 💀💀💀 who knows, maybe having some daughters would teach Valentino to actually respect women--

I feel like you would wake up one morning and be genuinely hysterical because your baby is missing and you can't get in contact with Valentino and you're freaking out at the absolute highest level and it turned out to be some dumb shit like Val just took your son along with him for THE ENTIRE DAY and didn't think of mentioning it to you because "but you were needing a break and we were bonding, mami. We were having our guy time. I was leaving for work and he looked at me and he SMILED AT ME. What the fuck was i supposed to do, I couldn't just LEAVE HIM, he wanted his papi"

Of course, all these ideas hinge on the concept of Valentino actually caring for his baby. He could still genuinely use it as a tool against you. You're out running errands and suddenly you're getting a call. It's Valentino. He wants you to come home; you left the baby with Kitty so you could go out for a little while for some 'you time' since you've been trapped at home hiding ever since you ran from him before learning you were pregnant. It's not even about you leaving the baby with a nanny; it's about you not being home when Valentino came to visit you and him being uncomfortable not knowing exactly where you are and exactly what you're doing

Well, you got a little smart with him. You've just spent the last about 11 months living through hell with your pregnancy and hiding; you deserve to get some fresh air and walk out on the town and--- in the middle of you lecturing him you can just hear your baby making baby noises through the phone and Valentino just adopts this... tone in his voice, "amorcito, I came to spend time with you and our little frijolito and you're not heeee~ere. You know I can have trouble concentrating when I've had a few drinks and, earlier i dropped my phone on accident and i thought 'oh, it's good i wasn't holding something important"

You're home within 20 minutes and Valentino is cuddling into you while he puts some garbage on TV and pretends not to notice how you're trembling as you hold your son and send the occasional wary glance his father's way...

Masterlist!!

Hazbin Hotel

Alastor

Alastor x reader - Sleep well, amour

Alastor x reader - Sleep well, amour Pt. 2

Alastor x reader - That no-good-first-man-on-earth

Falling asleep on Alastor’s shoulder

One-shot of Alastor catching you smoking (Fem!reader) (Request)

Alastor comforts you on your birthday (Request)

Your Alastor stuffie turns into the real Alastor (Fem!reader) (Request)

Valentino

Valentino x fem!reader - Darling, angel, sweetheart

Vox

Vox x GN!reader - Wherever you go, I won’t be far to follow

Vox x GN!reader - What if I told you I’m a mastermind? And now you’re mine. Pt. 2

Helluva Boss

Stolas x reader (platonic) - Stars and Planets

Scream franchise

Dark!Amber freeman thoughts

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams x reader - Falling asleep on her shoulder

Marvel

Arcane

Sevika x reader - A day out with her

Sevika comforting you

The School for Good and Evil

Lady Lesso x reader - Feelings and Bad Dreams

Fallout

Ghoul x reader - Falling asleep on his shoulder

Cooper/Ghoul x reader - You get shot and he comes to your aid