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hhawks · 2 years

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!! welcome to sintober film festival day eighteen !!

✰ screening now: in my mind...

✰ starring: keigo takami + consensual noncon ✰ synopsis: after the number two hero saves you from a lurking mugger in a back alleyway, of course he’d want repayment. and of course he takes from you the only thing you’re good for; your pretty, virgin pussy. ✰ content warnings: ! HEAVY NONCON ! HEAVY NONCON ! explicit mentions of rape, rape fantasies, assault, violence, street violence and mugging, violent use of a knife, consensual noncon (but framed as noncon until the end), coercion, (roleplayed) virginity loss, cervix fucking, breeding, public sex, slight aftercare. this fic is fucked up. mind your fucking tags. ✰ word count: 2927

musutafu is one of the safest places you’ve ever lived. you’ve heard your fair share of villain run ins that your friends have gone through, but it’s never happened to you. maybe it’s a little naive for you to think that it’s never gonna happen to you, but it never has before. what’s to say it’ll ever happen?

and that’s why you’re out, walking down to your apartment with your shoes in your hands, walking home after a night out with your friends. “it’s just a couple blocks, i’ll be fine!” you assured your friends twenty minutes ago when they’d offered you a ride home in their carpool. but you shook your head, smiling. “wanna get some fresh air anyway.”

the night is cool, a little windy, the breeze settling in your bones like a lullaby. you adore the night life in musutafu, the twinkling lights, the low hum of city life. it’s peaceful, lovely. almost too good to be true, but you sink that nagging feeling in your gut that tells you to walk that bit faster. you ignore the intuition to turn around.

“give me your money.”

you freeze. “i— what?”

a shadow materialises in front of you, and you can barely make out a shape. “i’m not gonna repeat myself. give me your money.” the shadow fades, blue wash illuminating the man in front of you. he looks scruffy, a little rough around the edges with low, sunken in eyes and sullen cheekbones. if you’re being honest, he probably needs your money more than you do, but you hold your ground.

“i d-don’t have any,” you lie through your teeth, gripping your shoes and your purse closer to your body. musutafu has been so good to you, protecting you, keeping you safe all this time that it doesn’t even dawn upon you that you’re in danger until you catch the glint of something metallic in his hand. “fuck, dude, i’m serious. i don’t have anything for you.”

your heart’s in your throat, heels digging into the ground in fear. you should run. you should pick up your feet and run, but you can’t. you’re bolted where you stand, frozen in confusion and shock and fear. “i don’t believe you,” the man tells you, his voice growing frustrated. “empty your purse on the ground.”

do you? do you submit, unzipping your purse and shaking its contents to the ground, potentially losing all your shit? you’d just got those new airpods last week. you shake your head slightly, just that little bit in your paralysed state. “i won’t,” you whisper frantically. “please— just let me go.”

“you’re messing with the wrong bastard, bitch,” you watch his face twist into something sinister, stepping forward into your space. your arms come up in instinct, the heel of your palm meeting skin with a pathetic slap, but he’s stunned enough to reel his head back with a grunt. you take your chance to turn on your heel and run but he’s faster than you, grabbing your hair and twisting his fist into it.

“f-fuck off!” you yell, ducking your elbows into his face. he takes your blows in stride, all your self defence classes failing you as he drags you closer, tugging on your hair painfully and poking the blade into your skin. you start to scream for help, thrashing against your assailant, putting all of your willpower into maiming him. you’re stepping on his feet, elbowing his abdomen, but nothing, nothing—

and you see red before you see him. the hand in your hair loosens, and you stumble forward with the weight you were fighting with. the street still looks desolate so you run, only stopping once you’re a considerable distance away. and that’s when you turn, to watch a flash of yellow and red cornering the man.

“you okay?” he throws over his shoulder at you. hawks. thank god for hero patrols. that’s the musutafu you knew, one that was crawling with heroes. your chest feels tight, hands tingling and your fingertips numb.

the faraway sound of police sirens drowns out your attempt to answer him. the man thrashed against the four feathers that held him captive, maybe a little much for a common mugger but you’re all the more thankful for it. hawks hands over the sullen man to the police, waving you over. “did he try to mug you, darlin’?”

“he had a knife,” you mumble breathlessly. your hand wraps around your side, checking for a wound. he’d just nicked you, a small tear in your dress. “he— i—“

“okay, okay, slow down.” hawks shrugs off his jacket, laying it over your shoulders. “it’s okay now. don’t worry, yeah?” he turns to the police, giving them the rundown before pushing the man into the car, slamming the door shut. “you can deal with him now, i’ll take care of the girl.” you hear him say to the officer, who nods and throws you a customary glance before leaving. the night feels so cold again, and you tighten the jacket around yourself. it’s warm, smells almost familiar; like pine and fabric softener. you wonder if you could run away with it. it’s his hero jacket, he’s bound to have more right?

“are you hurt?” hawks’ voice rouses you out of your reverie, golden eyes soft and concerned. “how’s the scratch?”

“not too bad,” you mumble, suddenly acutely aware you’re gonna get blood on his jacket. you dont really care enough to take it off though. “thanks. for, you know—”

“saving you?” he chuckles, placing a warm hand on the small of your back. “that’s my job, sweetheart. what’s a pretty girl like you walking alone at night, hm?”

“my house isn’t too far, i just— i thought i could make it back without any… incidents.” you flush slightly, turning up the collar of his jacket so he won’t see your cheeks heating up. “your jacket’s nice.”

“isn’t it?” he smiles. “come on. i’m walking you home. you don’t know what else could be out there, waiting for you.”

the light flickers. you can’t help but feel safe next to the number two hero, walking by his side. his wings are stretched just that little bit like a shield behind you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “you know, you’re a pretty girl,” he starts. “you shouldn’t be out alone.”

you laugh weakly. “yeah, i get that now.”

“mm,” he hums. “they could do more than mug you, you know. there’s been more and more slasher cases now, haven’t you heard?”

you grace his quips with small nods and hums of acknowledgement. it’s unnerving, and though you know he just means it for your benefit, you kinda wish he’d just stop talking. or change the subject.

“there’s also been quite a lot of assault cases. like, rape cases. you’ve gotta watch out, baby. they prey on pretty little girls like you.”

“can you not talk about that?” you shudder. “i don’t feel—”

“i’m just sayin’,” he shrugs. “they’d just take you, into one of these alleyways,” he jabs a thumb in the direction of one you’d just walked past. “corner you,” he steps just a little closer to you. “just like this.”

he backs you into a wall now, tall and looming over you. you frown, mouth run dry. “what are you—”

“i’m showing you how it’d happen, sweetheart,” he’s dangerously close to you. you can feel his breath on your cheek, on your neck. “and you’re so pretty. so hard to resist.”

“hawks,” your voice wavers. “please let me move.”

“how about,” he smiles gently, hand trailing up your arm. “you give me a little thank you gift? for saving your life back there. hm? what about it?”

you look up at him, paralysed in fear. “what do you want from me?”

“c’mere.” he grabs your wrist, thick fingers tightening around you before pulling you into a small alleyway. pulls you right next to him, chest flushed to chest. yon can feel his broad chest, sinew under his turtleneck, his steady heartbeat. being so close to him makes you weak, just a little at the knees, your thighs clenching together subconsciously. he’s so strong, thick arms wrapping around you to hold you up. “don’t go fallin’ on me, princess.”

there’s a sense of danger that nags at the back of your head, but you can’t seem to hear it as he spins you around, shoving you into the brick wall. your palms come up against the rough surface, helplessly pushing against it, your cheek smushed to the wall. “so easy,” he sneers. “could take you just like this, baby. could kiss you,” you feel his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear, making contact against your neck. “touch you so easy.”

you feel his hand snake to your front, palming against the silk of your dress. one hand gropes your tits, soft and plush and he groans into your ear, grinding his front against your ass. “pull your dress down,” he murmurs, hands gripping the low hem and tugging down. “play with your nipples. i bet you like that, don’t you?”

your throat is raw. your mouth is dry, unspeaking, eyes fluttering closed as he pinches your nipples, cold and pebbled in the chilly air. why is he touching you? why is he— he’s a hero, he wouldn’t do this to you. he’s just showing you, just telling you to be careful, isn’t he? your thighs rub together, a small sound escaping your lips. he pants into your neck, hand rucking up the bottom of your dress.

“and then,” he continues. “i’d touch you here.” his knuckles drag along the crotch of your panties, and he curses. “holy fuck. you’re getting off on this, princess. you’re soaked.” his fingers slide under the hem of your panties, rubbing against your drooling cunt.

“i—” you start, but he cuts you off when his fingers slip into your tight hole, your words twisting into a whine. “what— what are you—”

“shhh,” he hushes you, pressing a kiss to your lips. he tastes like apples and honey, with just a tinge of expensive wine. “let it happen. let me take care of you.” he bunches up your skirt over your hips, slipping your panties down your thighs. “gotta learn how to say thank you, yeah?”

his fingers fuck into you slowly, almost gently, like he’s massaging against your g-spot. you’re crumpling in his hands, shaking your head vehemently. “i don’t want this, please, don’t take my virginity—”

“you’re a virgin,” he gasps mockingly. “and yet you’re fucking soaked for a total stranger. i’m beginning to think you’re lyin’ to me princess. go on, push me away. push me away if you want me to stop.”

but you can’t, not with his fingers crooking right up against your g-spot. you gasp as his other hand finds your clit, rubbing messy circles into the slick nub. “i— i, fuck,” you breathe, your orgasm building in your belly. you can feel it, the familiar sensation that has your toes curling, your head tilting up. he takes advantage of his, planting his lips on your neck and sucking, nibbling just slightly. you mewl.

“hawks,” you stutter. “‘m cummin’, cumming—!”

“gonna let you cum,” he whispers. “i’m nice enough. other fuckers wouldn’t even care. but i’d make you cum, baby,” his fingers fuck into you faster, abusing your poor, gushing pussy. “just like that. let me rape you, hm? so fuckin’ easy for me.”

you can’t help the words that spill out of your mouth as you cum hard around his fingers, that twinge into the air between you. “rape me, rape me,” you murmur, eyes glassy. “need— fuck, need you to—”

he chuckles. “you want me to rape you, baby?” he kisses the nape of your neck. “say it again.”

“hawks,” your voice is hoarse, wavering. “want you to— to rape me. s-steal my virginity.”

he’s on you faster than you can even register it. you feel his stiff cock resting on your back, groaning something in your ears that you can’t quite comprehend, your mind hazy with the need for him to be inside you. whining, you push your hips back against his, silent begging for his touch.

“i got you, i got you. slow down, sweetheart.” his hands fit on your hips, the dips and curves melting under his warm fingers. “i’m being so kind to you, you know? no one else would ever rape you like this.”

“t-thank you,” you mutter, head swarming. his cockhead presses up against your slit, the head catching as he pushes, pushes so hard to fit. you gasp, falling forward into the rough wall again. you try to wiggle out of his grip, running from his cock. “w-wait, wait— you’re huge, it’s not gonna—”

smack. “don’t move.” he commands you, voice silvery and cool. “i’ve been nice enough. don’t make me angry.” he smooths a hand down your back before spreading your legs wider. “you’re gonna take it, okay? i’m gonna make it fit.” he rubs the reddening skin softly, soothing it before he starts pushing into your tight cunt again. you whimper, shoving a hand between your teeth to muffle it as hawks pushes past the tight ring of muscle, bottoming out inside you with one sharp thrust.

“there we go,” he murmurs. “see? you can take it. your little virgin pussy can take it.”

you melt into his arms as he fucks you, somehow both gentle and rough. his thrusts are sharp but slow, calculated to hit against your sweet spot with every thrust. he’s filling the silence with gentle coos, encouraging you as you wither away, gasping and panting and begging. “you like this, baby?” he kisses your temple. “like your big hero taking advantage of your sweet virgin cunt like this? go on. use your big girl words.”

“i-i like it,” you stutter, fucked dumb by the stretch of his cock. “i like it s-so much, hawks…”

he hums. “i can tell. you’re clenching on my dick, princess.” his thrusts grow faster, sharper. “gonna cum in you, yeah? you came once already, now it’s my turn.” your eyes widen at his words, shaking your head violently, soft please, don’t, pull out please’s on the tip of your tongue when his hand comes up to your face, stocky fingers pushing past the seam of your lips. he presses down on your tongue, hooking against the inside of your cheek. “that wasn’t a request, baby. i am going to cum inside you.”

you’re overpowered, overwhelmed. his cock is kissing your cervix with every thrust now, heavy balls slapping against your clit, hips jutting against your ass. it’s all so much, too much that your eyes flutter shut, your body giving up its last thread of resistance. hawks holds you up, fucking into you like a toy. “like my own personal onahole,” he murmurs against your skin. “all mine to fuck and breed.”

his words echo in the empty chamber of your brain. all his to fuck and breed. all his to fuck and breed. you’re lost in it, in the way the tip of his cock catches just slightly on the tiny hole of your cervix, the pain ever so slight. hawks fucks you like he’s just as lost in you, the warmth of your walls, the schlick, shlick or your arousal coating his cock. you’re dripping, and every time he glances down he can see the creamy white ring around the base of his dick. he groans, hips stuttering.

“cumming,” he warns you. “gonna take it like a good little girl? let me fill your virgin pussy with hot rapist cum, hm?” you nod pathetically, begging want it, please, lemme have it. and he does, groaning as he buries himself into you. he grinds in small circles as he fills you, as warmth shoots up into your welcoming womb. you’re crying, mewling, nails scratching the walls as he fills you over and over, stuffing you to the brim.

and then he pulls out, and you can feel his cum dripping out of you. “holy fuck,” you hear keigo whisper. “holy shit. you okay?”

“i can’t believe you sent a mugger after me,” are the first words out of your mouth.

“what the f— you think i—?”

“you’re telling me some rando actually almost mugged me?” you looked at him, delirium painting your face. “holy shit. what are the chances?”

he helps you along, pulling your panties back up and your dress over your hips, doing his best to clean you up before cupping your cheeks. “how was that? was that okay?” his eyes are so soft, filled with mirth and adoration, painted with a sheen of concern. “was it too much? you didn’t use your safeword, so i assumed—”

“it was good, kei,” you assure him, a soft smile on your lips. “except the mugger part. you’re really telling me i almost got mugged?”

“well i didn’t send a fuckin’ mugger just for this! i’m not gonna put your life in danger.” keigo strokes your cheek, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “and i’m sorry i didn’t come save you earlier. i called for back up the moment i saw him, and it all happened so fast—”

you laugh. genuine, hearty giggle, patting his hair soothingly. “not your fault. no wounds, so i’m okay.” you kiss him, softly, sweetly on the lips. “thanks. for that.”

he grins back, golden eyes glimmering. “any other fucked up fantasies you wanna try?”

#tw: noncon #tw: violence #tw: cnc #hawks x reader #hawks smut #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami smut #hawks baby <3 #do not read if ur a fucking minor #i swear #seriosuly #minors dni #darkhera #hera’s ktb #writing tag #.top

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mooncleaver · 2 years

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PJO characters as romance tropes

pairings: percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace; gn! reader

warnings: A MESS.

masterlist is here !

percy jackson

• ah yes, my boyfriend. • oh.. you’re here too?? i guess we can share him • KIDDING anyways • i think he would be in a neighbors au + friends to lovers for one • like do you not see the boy next door energy this man exudes?? • so maybe you moved in to this neighborhood or apartment i guess • and then this god of a man shows up at your door asking if you needed help with carrying your boxes • oh yes heart eyes from you instantly • then you feel bad bc he’s literally carrying all the heavy stuff • like couches, table, tv everything • the next day you stop by his door with blueberry pie • but this beautiful woman opens the door • its sally btw • and you’re saying, im so sorry i think i might have gotten the wrong door, there was this boy yesterday helpi- • she cuts u off like "oh! that’s my son percy"

• what a pretty name u think • you give her the pie and suddenly she’s dragging you inside • sally says he’s not here cuz he’s buying groceries • and you guys end up talking over tea • percy gets back and when he enters his living room he sees you and sally just laughing and talking • after that you became friends • he invites you over all the time • at first he was always like "my mom says you should come over" • only bc he's too embarrassed to admit he actually wants to see you • after he found out you were the one who made the blueberry pie last time • he's begging you to teach him • anyways long story short you started dating after sally exposed BOTH of your crushes • NEXT ONE LMAO • strangers to lovers + vacation au • bc @dracodear made a vacation fic and i couldn't stop thinking about it • its one of those "i asked a stranger to go on a trip with me" yk? • kinda dangerous but i saw a guy on youtube do it • and i was like oh the wattpad girlies are gonna have a BLAST with this one • it wasn't a long or far trip, just taking the train to this hidden gem destination • after spending a few days percy is in love • he hasn't met such a fun and easy going person in a while • he really enjoyed the trip and later asks you out when you got home • WAIT OH MY GOD • FUCKING COLLEGE AU • i almost forgot • this is one of my top 3 aus/ tropes • IM GIVING YOU.. THE COLLEGE SWEETHEARTS CARD! • is that even a thing,, • BUT YES you met during orientation and been friends ever since • you’re aware of the mutual crushes you have so you confess during a study session • and you’ve been dating since then • you come over his dorm all the time to make variations of ramen • it's pretty genius if you ask me • my personal add, but ever since you discovered indomie you've never been the same. • it eventually turns into "couple that’s been together for a long time that domesticity is mundane but cute" • past the honeymoon stage basically but also not really • its like the "casual" kind of romance yk? • some people didn’t even know you guys were together bc of that • but you can also be the cheesy couple sometimes • everybody either adores you together, or are sick you of but lowkey rooting for u!! • everyone's otp methinks

leo valdez

• ok work • he’s such a funny guy, i give him • blind date trope • piper set him up i don’t make the rules. • when you meet at the restaurant and he’s being himself, he’s scared you’re gonna think he’s weird • bc his other dates failed like that (im so sorry bb) • but surprise surprise, you just laugh at all his jokes and shenanigans • and his confidence just goes up 1000% • it goes on like that and you don’t even realize time has gone by • at the end you’re holding onto your coat hailing a taxi • and he’s rubbing his head asking if you wanted to do it again, bc he really enjoyed it • and you say yes ofc • many dates turned into a relationship! congratulations • hmm in a different story its either tsundere and sunshine or gremlin and gremlin. • i really cant think about anything else! • sorry leo lovers, ive never written for him or am too familiar with his character • but this is a camp setting • after gaea happened and he came back • you ran to him and kissed him, and then slapped him bc u rlly thought he died • no calypso. anyways • the tsundere and sunshine thing is a possibility bc • i just think he’s that typa guy LMAO THAT DOESNT EXPLAIN ANYTHING • but its lowkey opposite attracts too, bc no one can match his wavelength here • people question if you guys are actually together bc u and him.. • very opposite • but you’re just actually a very private person • you love him behind doors wait that sounds- • LOL U GET ME RIGHT?? • minimum pda but when you hold his hand and kiss his cheeks he gets flustered and then acts dramatic • that’s basically the dynamics • now for the gremlin and gremlin oh boy. • you two are MENACES • chiron is tired of you but lowkey adopted you as his unhinged children • you’re always joking around and stuff, tinkering new inventions together • there are burnmarks. everywhere. • that black spot on the sparring arena? • yeah that's bc leo was testing his "extreme fiesta fireworks 2.0" • you two almost burnt down camp more than once • but you are also emotionally mature and leo has doubts about himself sometimes • you’re always there to support him!!

jason grace

• jason, jason, jason. • i had a wattpad phase for this man • still have a reading list LOL hmu if you want it, i have around 50 books • i think office romance yes. • that is totally not bc he gives me nanami kento vibes and i love office worker nanami- • BUT ANYWAY • he’s that employee that literally everyone has a crush on • and get this.. he’s CLUELESS • giving himbo but he actually got into the finance department • just imagine jim and pam but without the roy period.. or the karen agenda • he’s such a gentleman • knows everyone in the office, even the security guard • to give it some spice you guys are friends • it's relatively new however you've liked him way before • it's been the "admiring him from afar" kinda thing • and when you got paired for work (idk i don't work in an office) • you felt like you've achieved a long awaited dream • but then you realized you're only friends and are NOT dating • -100 for the ego • a lot of the women try to ask him out several times a year • and he’s always politely denying them with a cute blush on his face • you’re like lowkey mad that they don’t get the hint he doesn’t want to be with them • but what can you do • you also want to court him • you think he isnt interested in you bc one, he’s rejected every other person in the whole building • and two whenever you try to make a romantic gesture/ innuendo (or so you say) • he’s always like "yn you’re such a good friend" • it decreases your life span for 10 years • at this point you just give up • but then somehow he confesses • and he’s like, ive liked you for a while now actually, i dont know why you didnt see the signs. • maybe YOU are the dumb one here. • i also think he’s suitable for a rivals to lovers • but NO ENEMIES TO LOVERS i h*te that trope • lets say its a camp jupiter setting • you’re both cohort leaders and over these years you had this friendly rivalry • not so friendly at times but it started as a childish competition • and now its this.. • everyone in the camp is lowkey keeping an eye on u 2 • bc they ship you, and they also want to see who ends up "winning" • reyna is betting in a few months you will eventually confess • its like dancing around your feelings when its very obvious • when the tension gets too much..; • you are fighting in the ring and you end up with him on the ground, and you on top • you’re like "i win" • and then realize your position • and suddenly you are kissing him • I KNOW THAT IS CLICHE.. but i do not care i like when that happens (only if they’re both capable warriors) • you’re lowkey rbf badass, and he looks tough but gets flustered easily

wtf this is literally just a brain stroke

if you got all the way here i respect you tbh

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incorrectmadrigalfamilyquotes · 2 years

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Bruno: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Mirabel: This is the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Dolores: What if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Camilo: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

Isabela, pointing to the door: Get out.

#forgot to tag AGAIN #camilo best madrigal #madrigal family #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #encanto #encanto incorrect quotes #family bonding?#incorrect quotes #encanto bruno #encanto mirabel #encanto dolores #encanto camilo #encanto isabela #NONE OF YOU GUYS SAW THAT I SWEAR

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devil-acid · 3 years

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MICHAEL MY BELOVED

#dream smp #dream smp fanart #michael dream smp #tubbo #tubbo dream smp #mcyt tubbo #c!tubbo #ranboo #mcyt ranboo #ranboo dream smp #c!ranboo #tubbo fanart #ranboo fanart #technoblade #I SWEAR FOR GOD IF SOMETHING HAPPEN TO MICHAEL I WILL STOP WATCHING DREAM SMP #my art #beetwt #tinyacid art tag

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greenskellyblob · 3 years

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#letpapyrussayfuck #my art #HUHUHUUUU #annoying dog is ANNOYING #and sometimes you have to curse at it #UwU #undertale #Papyrus #forgot the two MOST IMPORTANT tags!!!#bleh it's late I'm gonna go sleep #swearing

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boobchuy · 2 years

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i think itd be neat if they held hands =u=

#amphibia #sashanne #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #arting #i just want them to be friends again :-( (slash r)#repost bc it didnt show up in the tags last time #posted it at 3 am last night only for tumblr to do me dirty like that smh #i swear to GOD if this doesnt show up again i might have a fit #and draw them more out of spite

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mcmoth · 2 years

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People don't hate c!Phil because he's 'unempathetic', that's not it at all. This has got nothing to do with empathy. In fact, i'd say he is rather empathetic - he's atuned to when people are stressed, when they're angry, he knows what they're feeling, and he's good at helping them calm down when he wants to. People criticise him because what he isn't is understanding.

That's different to empathy. He can give advice and platitudes and encouragement plenty, and in fact, that's why c!Tommy values him so much, but it doesn't take away from how he's refusing to listen. He knows what people are feeling, and he's refusing to learn why. He's had so much time to learn the history behind everything, he's had so many reasons to, and yet, he remains stubborn in his stances - he remains stubborn in his belief that he knows better than them. That's the problem here - that he's condescending, he's hypocritical, and he continues to actively brush off any hurt that the people around him express at his actions. That's got nothing to do with empathy. You can be totally nonempathetic and be a very compassionate and moral person. And you can also be a very empathetic person and be a total asshole.

Nice doesn't equal kind. What matters is the desire to be better. And c!Phil has only expressed how everyone around him should be better, and never himself. What makes him a bad person is his total ineptitude for self reflection.

#dream smp #philza #c!philza critical #discourse #also idk why people are saying that others are saying hes as bad as c!dream #thats obviously not true #thats the lowest standard lol. you can be nowhere near c!dreams level and also really need to think over yourself #but yeah #anyways sorry for not tagging every c!phil crit before i was busy spamming liveblogs lol #meta #swearing #reblog

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jsheios · 3 years

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this episode is going to destroy me and I for one just can't wait

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#amphibia #amphibia fanart #idk how to add a cut on mobile so heres this half ass post ig-#god this was fun to draw #true colors #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #my art #edit: i just woke up and yall are gonna kill me with ur kind words and tags i swear-

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uhohnoodle · 3 years

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imagine waking up only to hear someone slander your name right outside your window

#fruits basket #fruits basket spoilers #yuki sohma #kyo sohma #tohru honda #noodlesdoodles #i swear to god if this doesnt show up in the tags #i will sue for emotional distress #what fucken else do i have to tag?#the whole CAST?#i cant fucken SPELL

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mesmir-ized · 3 years

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MY ANGEL SWORE AT ME ! 💔

#ranboo #tubbo #bee duo #dream smp #mcyt #video #friendship is flipping off your friends <3 <3m3< 3 <32 <2 #obsessed with how tubbo thinks flipping off is swearing #also transc. in the reblogs !#edit:#if you tag as ship i'll slay you with my sword

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iyumeu · 3 years

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spirit guardian

You call forth spirits to protect you. They flit around you to a distance of 15 feet for the duration. If you are good or neutral, their spectral form appears angelic or fey (your choice). If you are evil, they appear fiendish.

summary: you've been trying to keep things under wraps but when the bullying escalated and you find your life in danger, your demon finds out and the results are... not pretty. warnings: gore, blood, violence, body horror, self-mutilation, the boys are a little dark in this one, i would say hints of yandere, im not that good of a gore writer though so like if you're super into gore please dont expect much, but please read the warnings before each segment thank you.

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You didn't want to admit it, but you were being bullied.

You had always known that the demon brothers had their own responsibilities to deal with and couldn't be with you all the time. The sentiment stretched over to your problems as well. They definitely had better things to concern themselves with and you weren't about to bother them with your insignificant issues, especially petty issues that surfaced from demons' general dislike of humans.

It wasn't anything you couldn't handle, really; acidic words spat at you in whispers, torn books here and there, a subtle exclusion from classroom activities... Small, inconsequential things that made you amused on a good day and irritated on a bad one. Harmless.

Or so you thought.

When the foot swung into your stomach, you swore you heard a sickening crack and you were flung into the wall behind you. Blood gurgled in your mouth and you spat it out on the ground in front of you.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. After spending an entire year in the Devildom and making a pact with all of the demon brothers, you had gotten complacent. Believing your bullies to be merely harmless schoolyard types, you had followed them to a shady and secluded part of the R.A.D. because they wanted to "talk".

You had paid dearly for carelessness, completely caught off guard when one of them pierced you with a sharp jab of their arm. You remember feeling nothing but winded at first, shock numbing your nerves until you saw red trailing down their hand, dripping off the sharpened claws of their nails.

It was then that a scorching pain spread out from the gored out hole in your abdomen, spreading out to the rest of your body.

In hindsight, everything happened so fast. Before you knew it, you were slumped over on the floor and bleeding out. Even through your blurry vision the demons' malicious glee was clear as day.

"Not so proud now, are you?" one of them spat out. "Always looking down on us just because you were hanging off the arms of the Lords of Hell. Guess we're the ones looking down on you now!"

You were starting to shiver from the cold as blood soaked through your clothes, watching the demons advance while wondering if you were really going to die from as something as petty as this.

And then, one of your pact marks flared to life.

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Lucifer

cw: body horror

A single black feather slowly drifted down onto the ground before you. The rest of the world turned hazy as your gaze focused onto the feather, long and elegant and delicate, watching as it fell into a pool of your blood. A pair of polished black shoes entered your line of sight before their owner crouched down in front of you, uncaring of the blood seeping into and staining his clothes.

A gloved hand reached out to cup your cheek, a gentle touch against your skin, and you sluggishly moved your gaze up to Lucifer's face.

"MC," he sighed. His eyes were dark, a complete contrast to the tender look on his face. "Whatever shall I do with you?"

His wings stretched out behind him, a dark expanse of feathers that curled around the both of you, separating you from the world... and the world from you.

"Lucifer," you began, but he was quick to press his thumb against your bottom lip, halting your words.

"This isn't a one-off, I assume?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. You avert your gaze and he sighs again. "Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to bother you," you said.

"I see." Lucifer's hand moved to pull out a black silk handkerchief, using it to clean the blood off your face. "Then it seems that I have failed you, if you believe that relying on me was not an option at all."

"That's not true...!" You were interrupted by Lucifer gathering you in his arms, while he took care to avoid your wounds as much as possible. With a gentle hand, he guided you to rest your head against his shoulder as he slowly shifted to a standing position, ready to bring you back to the House of Lamentations. His arms were warm around you, a comforting presence that made you feel safe and secure. You felt that, if you were by his side, you would never run into harm again.

It was then that you finally remembered your bullies, the ones who had put you in this state in the first place. Had they left the area, running off at the sight of Lucifer? That was most likely the case, you thought, but you still couldn't help but peer over Lucifer's shoulder and through the gaps of his wings, to check.

Your breath caught in your throat. Lucifer immediately placed a hand over your eyes.

"Shhh," he said. "Don't dirty your eyes with such a disgusting sight."

It was now that you were finally aware of a strange and disturbing cracking sound coming from behind Lucifer. A brand new chill settled down upon you, your body seizing up with fear. Suddenly, you wanted nothing but to put space between Lucifer and yourself.

As if he were aware of your thoughts, Lucifer shifted his hand from your eye to the back of your head, cradling you close to his body as he started to walk away from the scene. His wings were properly positioned this time and you were unable to peer through them.

Lucifer Morningstar. The First-Born. One of the strongest Lords of Hell. These titles hadn't meant anything to you before, but now they were are the forefront of your mind. The glimpse you had stolen before Lucifer turned your gaze away was now burnt into your retinas.

Your bullies' bodies hovered in the air with their limbs stretched impossibly long, curled up and tangled around their twisted bodies like a grotesque ball of yarn. Their mouths were torn open, jaws dislodged and handing horrible from their skull, eyes wide as they screamed silently for someone, anyone to put them out of their misery.

You knew that they would not die, not until someone found them and decided to kill them. And, considering the area they were in, it would take an extremely long time before someone were to chance upon them.

They had planned to use the remoteness of the location against you. They never could have thought that it would be used against them in the same way. This was something Lucifer had definitely taken into consideration.

Lucifer's arms were a cage around you; what was once comforting now felt suffocating.

"Lucifer," you managed to force out. You felt him lean down and press a kiss against your hair.

"It seems that I have to teach you how to be more reliant on me," Lucifer said in a tone as if he were speaking about the weather. "It wouldn't do for something like this to happen again."

"It won't," you were quick to say. "It won't happen again, I promise."

Lucifer looked down at you. You were the only thing reflected in his eyes as he gave a small, gentle smile that gave you a sense of dread that went down to your very bones.

"Don't worry, little lamb. For you, I will be a very forgiving master."

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Mammon

cw: violence and a lil bit of gore

The sudden caw of a crow drew the attention of your bullies. You tried to take the chance to stand up and run but merely shifting in place caused the pain in your abdomen to flare up, white hot and blinding. You hiss through your teeth, swallowing your yelp of pain.

There is a second caw. You look up and see at least a dozen crows perched up on windowsills and tree branches, their heads tilted in the direction of your bullies and their dark eyes glinting with something that invoked a sense of unease within you.

"Why are y'all distracted by a bunch of birds?" the lead demon barked out. They were not doing a good job of masking their apprehension. "We're here to teach this pathetic human a lesson, not gawk at crows!"

"But aren't those..." another student began.

The flutter of wings echo all around. More crows land on nearby fixtures; ten, fifteen, twenty. You slowly look up and see more black shapes flying in the sky above, circling the area like vultures to their prey. You hear the sound of wings flapping once again, closer this time, and Mammon lands in front of you, wings spread and in his demon form.

"...aren't those Lord Mammon's crows?" the student finished weakly. The demons were looking pale now, realizing just what they had done. You paid their expression no notice, filled with relief now that your guardian demon is here. Mammon, who despite his reputation, was always your reliable protector. Mammon, who always went out of his way to ensure your safety in the Devildom. Mammon, who... who was holding one of the demons up by their skull, uncaring of their struggles and pleas as their hands scramble against Mammon's, their toes skimming the ground. The other two demons were already running off, uncaring of their companion but Mammon didn't seem to notice, his attention on the demon in front of him.

In the back of your mind, you noticed that the demon was the one who had stabbed you with their hand.

"Mammon?" your voice came out in a whisper. The demon's pleas turn into screams of agony as Mammon tightened his grip. "Mammon!"

Mammon turned to you, eyes bright and feverish.

"Don't worry, MC," Mammon chirped. "I'll be quick!"

Mammon didn't lie. Immediately after his words, there was a frenzy of feathers and caws and screams. Just as quickly as it happened, the crows dispersed and the body dropped to the ground with a sickening thump, an unrecognizable, bloodied version of itself.

Mammon was holding something in his hands and, after he made his way back to you, he placed it in your lap. The blood-soaked wallet seemed to weigh a ton, its blood further staining your uniform. Mammon was beaming, standing in front of you like a dog waiting to be praised.

"That's compensation!" he said in his usual, nonchalant tone. "You deserve it after what they put ya through!"

Another caw sounded out and you couldn't help but flinch violently. Mammon was immediately kneeling beside you, soothing you with his bloodied hands. The sickening smell of bloodrust grew stronger with his proximity and you fought the urge to lean away.

A few crows hopped towards you, dropping more bloodied items onto the ground beside you. Staring blankly at those items, you recognize them as the necklace one of the other demons had on, a ring one of the demons who had fled the scene had worn, a earring, a tooth, bits of gold-tipped fingernails...

You lurched to the side, uncaring of the pain that bloomed in your abdomen, and started heaving. Mammon gently pat your back, trying to comfort you. It only made you more nauseous, the scent of blood overwhelming your senses once again.

For the first time since you arrived in Devildom, Mammon's presence invoked a sense of fear within you.

"I should've stayed by your side," you heard Mammon mutter. "Shouldn't have allowed those bastards to get to ya."

"Mammon..." You could predict the trajectory of his thoughts and desperately wished you were wrong. "It's not your fault," you choked out. Please, please, please—

"But it was!" Mammon argued. "If I were always by your side, they wouldn't have had the chance to even touch you!"

"It was my fault," you begged. "I didn't want to bother you so I didn't say anything!"

Mammon frowned. "I didn't think you needed protecting even from yourself."

oh. oh no.

Mammon carefully scooped you up into his arms. This time you could not help your flinch, but Mammon didn't seem to notice.

"It's okay!" Mammon said cheerfully. "If you can't take care of yourself, I'll take care of ya! I'm your guardian demon, after all!"

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Leviathan

cw: drowning, but u watch it happen. doesn't happen to u

The demon suddenly froze in their step, their hands coming up to grab their throat. They curled over and started coughing, started heaving, out long and stringy bits of black and green matter.

No matter how much the demon vomited out it never seemed to end and soon it was strewn all over the ground, accompanied with the pungent scent of rotten fish and the salty tang of the sea.

You blink and Leviathan was suddenly standing beside you, sharp teeth bared in a snarl and long black tail whipping around in agitation.

"Levi...?" you spoke slowly. You had never seen him this agitated before

"They hurt you," Leviathan said. His voice was low with an eerie quality to it; it was like a reverb, an echo, and it brought to your mind stories of hallucinatory voices sailors often heard at sea, beckoning them overboard.

The demons were frozen in place as Leviathan stalked towards them, slowly circling around them like a shark around prey. Then, another demon started choking, doubling over and throwing up the same black and green mess the first one did. The smell of fish and the sea grew stronger and you suddenly realize that they were vomiting out seaweed.

"I was wondering what was so important to you that you forgot that we were going to talk home together but I see now."

The third demon fell to their knees, clawing at their throat as they started throwing up seaweed as well.

"All this time I thought that you finally realized that I was just a no-good loser otaku... but that wasn't the case, was it?"

Levithan's voice was smooth, calm, and still retaining that ethereal quality to it. It felt like it was being spoken directly into your head rather than coming from in front of you. It made goosebumps rise up on your skin.

"Levi—" you tried again but you were interrupted.

"I should have known better!" Leviathan laughed. "My Henry wouldn't do that to me! No, the fault lies with these interlopers, trying to take you away! Trying to kill you!"

The first demon's face was turning pale. They tried to gasp for air but a strange froth poured out of their mouth instead, followed by water, copious amounts of seawater splashing violently onto the floor.

"But it's okay!" Leviathan turned to you, smiling brightly. It was the same smile he gave when he got a new high score on the game and was eagerly awaiting your reaction, it was the same smile he gave when he ran up to you with a drink in hand while you were queuing for him in C.S., it was the same smile he gave when he managed to get two tickets to an event and brought you along as his plus one. "I'll protect you! And I'll get revenge for you too, just like the Lord of Shadows does for Henry! Like in Volume 17, when Henry was kidnapped by the Lord of Lechery's jealous ex-paramours, the Lord of Shadows showed up and summoned his familiar to rip them apart..."

Leviathan glanced back at the demons for a moment. All three of them were coughing out seawater now and turning shades of blue. Long, red gashes left behind by desperate nails ran down their necks as they tried, in vain, to claw for air. Seawater was also dripping from this nostrils, bubbling from the horrible breaths of air they were trying to take. There was a sneer on Leviathan's face but it was quick to disappear when he looked back at you. When he stepped closer, you noticed that the pupils of his eyes had turned to sharp slits.

"I can't summon Lotan here to punish them; Lucifer would be mad and more importantly you might get hurt! So I did the next best thing! I know that drowning is a very slow and painful way to die, especially if you fight against it, so I thought that it would be a suitable alternative for a punishment!"

He looked so pleased with himself. It was like killing people for revenge was on the same level of enjoyment for him as getting merch of a character he liked.

Without a care for the demons behind him, Leviathan quickly made his way up to you, making sure to be careful as he picked you up off the ground.

"See?" he grumbled, "this is why I say that staying in my room is so much better." He paused. "Ah, do you want to see them drown the entire way?" You quickly shook your head no. "Yeah, you're right. That'll take too much time. I'll bring you to Satan to get you wounds healed. Afterwards, don't think of even taking a step out of my room, alright! You've already seen how dangerous the outside world is!"

With that last sentence, he carried you away. You desperately hope that Leviathan was joking about it but something about the way his tail curled possessively around your ankle made you think otherwise.

In your periphery vision, you notice the demons lying on the floor, some of them twitching and some of them writhing around. You close your eyes, and look away.

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Satan

cw: just. loads of violence and gore

There was a large, gaping hole in one of the demon's abdomens, directly mirroring yours. Except it was larger, more brutal, and much more horrible than the one they inflicted on you.

Satan removed his hand from the demon's abdomen with a loud, wet shlick. The demon fell to their knees, clutching at their open abdomen. Satan smiled a bright, close-eyed smile. For once his spiked tail wasn't curled around his leg, instead gently swaying back and forth as he reached forward to yank the demon's intestines from the hole.

Perhaps it was due to the manner of the wound or the force Satan used but it didn't take long for the intestine to snap and for Satan to hurl it to the side in annoyance.

"Can't even do one thing right," he sneered. He raised his foot only to harshly stomp down on the demon's back. It landed with a sickening crack and the demon collapsed onto the floor, spine bent at an irregular angle. They were still screaming in pain. They were still alive.

Your voice was trapped in your chest, your eyes wide open and unable to be torn from the horrific scene happening in front of you.

Satan moved onto the next demon, grabbing them by the hair and pulling sharply to the side. When the third demon tried to scramble away, Satan froze them in place with a simple flick of his fingers and an uttered spell.

With his attention now turned back to the demon in his grasp, Satan used his other hand to hold the demon's head in place as he slowly pulled at their hair until it started peeling off, a thin layer of skin attached to the base of the strands and holding them together. That wasn't enough for Satan, though, and he inserted his long fingernails into the demon's eyes, scooping them out with barely contained glee.

"This is what you get for thinking that you can even look at MC," Satan told the demon. He then dropped that one onto the ground as well, kicking them in the stomach and sending them skidding across the rough earth.

It was at this moment that you realized that this was the demon who had kicked you into the wall... and the earlier demon was the one who had stabbed you with their nails. The last demon, the one Satan was dragging towards you now, was the one who had called you out in the first place. The one who had put the entire bullying thing into motion.

Satan kicked the back of their legs, making them drop onto their knees in front of you. Now that you had a much closer, unwanted look at them, you notice that their lips had been stapled shut, the dull metal gleaming slightly in the limited light.

"Sorry for taking so long, kitten," Satan apologized to you in his usual, gentlemanly tone. "I might have gone a little bit overboard." When he directed his words to the demon trembling in front of you, he was much harsher. "What are you waiting for? Not going to apologize?!"

The demon made some muffled cries, completely unintelligible from behind his cruel gag. A nasty smile spread across Satan's face. "Oh, I forgot. You can't speak, can you? Well, it seems like you'll have to apologize in another manner."

Satan reached around and ran a finger down from the center of the demon's collarbone to their sternum. From this close you could see the sweat dripping down the demon's face, hear the whimpers from their throat, feel their agony as Satan peeled off the left side of the demon's skin, revealing their rib cage and organs.

"You can still apologize with your heart," Satan told the demon. "Can't you?"

"S... Satan." Somehow, you managed to muster up the willpower to speak. "Satan, I can't do this."

Satan's green eyes were on you now. He was confused for a moment before clarity entered them. You waited for him to move the demon away, but he never did. Instead, he dug his fingers into the demon's rib cage and pulled it out, like one would with a closet door.

The demon screamed from behind his gag.

"Of course, silly me. You wouldn't be able to reach his heart due to his rib being in the way! Well it should be easier now, yes?"

You were going to be sick.

"I don't... I don't want this, Satan," you forced out through gritted teeth. Satan frowned, but it was directed to the demon.

"Hear that? MC doesn't accept your apology." He discarded the demon to the side before kneeling down in front of you, offering blood-soaked hand for you to take. "I'd love to torture them for you some more, MC," he said gently, "but I don't think now's a good time. You need to get your wounds cleaned and healed."

You closed your eyes and looked away. Even though you were trying your best to block it out, the scent of blood was still strong in the air.

You heard Satan chuckle in front of you. "I know," he said in an indulgent tone, "but I'm serious. I read that humans are a lot more fragile than demons so I need to disinfect your wounds at the very least. We can always come back later; it's not like they'll be running away any time soon."

You tried to tell Satan that there was nothing more you wanted than to never see this sight again, but you couldn't open your mouth without throwing up.

"If you don't stop throwing a tantrum, I'll get angry," despite his words, his voice was more amused than anything. You forced yourself to speak.

"It... hurts," you ground out. "I can't... move."

"Oh." His voice was deeper now. Your eyes flew open to see him trembling with rage as he glared towards one of the nearby demons. "I see. It appears that I've been too lenient with them." His gaze went back to you and softened. "Don't worry, I'll make them pay their dues. Now, this might hurt but I'll try my best to be gentle."

Without giving you a chance to react, Satan scooped you up into his arms taking care not to aggravate any of your wounds.

"We'll return to the House of Lamentations first," Satan told you. "When I'm sure you're fine, I'll bring demons to you instead. How does that sound?"

Instead of answering, you leaned your head against his chest and pretended to sleep. You hoped the demons died before Satan came back to get them... for their sake.

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sorry things are short from here on out. im tire. d

Asmodeus

cw: suicide

You hear Asmodeus gasp before he quickly placed himself between you and the demons. Relief flooded you at the sight of your friend.

"Darling! What happened to you?!" he bemoaned, reaching forward to wipe a smear of blood off of your face. You smile weakly at him.

"I just got a little hurt, that's all. Can you bring me home?" you asked. Behind him, you can see the demons backing away.

"Hurt...?" Asmodeus's eyes trailed down and landed on the horrid wound in your abdomen. You blink and suddenly found him in his demon form, wings twitching with agitation.

"Asmo...?"

Asmodeus abruptly stood up and turned to face the demons. You see them freeze in place and an eerie blankness washed over their faces.

"My darling is hurt," he whined. "Do you know who was the one who did it?"

The demons pointed at each other, neither of them willing to take the blame. You see Asmodeus cock his hip and rest his cheek against the palm of his hand.

"There's so many conflicting answers that I'm soo confused. Ah! I just had a great idea! I want you to kill that horrible, horrible person who harmed by darling. You can do that, right?"

In a blink of an eye, the demons turned on each other, ripping each other to shreds with the utmost of ferocity. Meanwhile, Asmodeus stood in front of them, calmly watching them tear each other apart whilst humming a cheerful melody. Soon, only one demon was left, bloodied and bruised, and they collapsed in front of Asmodeus.

"Wow!" Asmodeus cheered superficially. "Now, I want you to kill yourself!"

The demon faltered. Asmodeus grabbed them by the chin, long nails leaving angry red lines on their skin as he forced them to look into his eyes.

"I want you," he repeated slowly, "to kill yourself."

The demon's expression was completely blank and open as they nodded at Asmodeus before placing their hands around their neck and squeezing.

Asmodeus stepped back to stand by your side as the demon slowly suffocated themselves to death.

"Isn't it great!" Asmodeus asked you. You turned to look at him and noticed that his eyes were bright and feverish. "How obedient they are! They all do what I want them to do without question..." Asmodeus trailed off, disdain in his eyes as he watched the demon die in front of him.

"No it isn't!"

Asmodeus blinked. Confusion was clear in his eyes. "Why not?" he questioned. "I didn't have to dirty my hands, you didn't have to dirty your hands, and they all got what they deserved!"

"Death? Was death what they deserved?" You searched his eyes for any signs of remorse but you found none. Asmodeus was one of the gentlest demons you knew... you supposed that the keyword there that you had been ignoring the entire time was 'demon'.

"They hurt you, my dear. They sullied your beautiful form with their ugly selves, of course they deserved death! If I weren't worried about getting blood on my outfit, I'd have them draw it out, too!"

"This is wrong," you muttered to yourself. "This isn't right."

"Wrong? Not right? Honey, you're in the Devildom," Asmodeus cooed. He gently carded his fingers through your hair as he spoke. "Unfortunately, might is right here."

You shiver and curl into yourself. A frown graced Asmodeus' features and he was quick to try and comfort you.

"You'll get used to it soon," he said. "And even if you don't, you shouldn't worry! I won't let it happen again. How could I allow those tear stains on your pretty little face?"

His eyes were glowing eerily.

"Just... introduce all of the people you meet to me, alright? Then you'll never have to worry about anyone hurting you ever again♡"

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Beelzebub

cw: you know that thing in the mummy (1999) where the scarab beetles crawl under the person's skin and then eat them from the inside out? yeah.

You had never seen Beelzebub so furious before.

He held you in his arms as the demons before you paled at the sight of the sixth Lord of Hell.

"MC, you're hurt," he said slowly. His grip on you tightened for a brief moment before they loosened, Beelzebub clearly trying his best to control his strength so that you wouldn't get hurt.

There was a strange buzzing sound in the air. You assumed that it was coming from Beelzebub's wings.

"I'll be fine Beel," you try to comfort him. "It's just a flesh wound."

Beelzebub shook his head. "You're not fine," he insisted. "They tried to hurt you. They hurt you."

The buzzing was getting louder now. You touched Beelzebub's cheek and a warm fuzziness made itself known in your chest as Beelzebub leaned into your touch. "I'll be fine," you repeated. "I just need to get to the hospital, or a demon equivalent of it, and then rest up."

"I'll bring you to Satan," Beelzebub said. "But first, you need to see."

"See what, Beel?"

"Punishment," he said solemnly, directing your gaze towards the demons who were busy clawing at themselves. At first you couldn't tell what was going on but you soon managed to discern small little bumps moving around under the demons' skin.

The buzzing sound was louder, now.

One of the demons finally opened their mouth to scream and, to your absolutely disgust and horror, small black beetles crawled out of their mouth. As if it were a signal, insects started crawling out of the other demons' orifices as well, centipedes and ants and little white larvae, wiggling their way out before burrowing themselves into the demon's flesh once again.

The few seconds it took for the insects to eat away the demons felt like a lifetime, your eyes fixed onto the absolutely hellish sight in front of you. When the bones of the demons fell onto the ground, most of the insects scattered but some still dug into the bones, feasting on the bone marrow. You slapped your hand over your mouth, trying your hardest not to throw up while you were still being carried by Beelzebub.

"They hurt you," Beelzebub said. His voice felt so far away. "So I hurt them back."

You squeezed your eyes shut. The buzzing hum of insects did not allow itself to be tuned out.

"So... you have to tell me if people want to hurt you, okay? I'll protect you."

Beelzebub was no longer in his demon form, but the buzzing sound did not go away for a long, long time.

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Belphegor

cw: just violence i guess

The demon froze in their tracks, eyes staring straight ahead at something you could not see.

"What's wrong?" one of the other demons asked. They didn't seem to hear them as fear dawned on their face and they started backing away.

"Get away from me!" the demon screamed. They tripped over themselves and fell flat onto the floor, but they did not pause in their attempts to scramble away. "Get away from me! No! No! No!!"

"What's going on? Why're you acting like..." Another demon suddenly stared down at their feet for a moment before they started to heave. The last demon had a moment of sanity before they, too, suddenly started looking around them in fear.

"Ahhh! It's on me, it's in me, get it off, get it out!" they screamed, violently scratching at their skin. The first demon had stopped moving back and instead started waving their arms above them, fighting off an unseen assailant while the second demon was attempting to shove their entire hand down their throat. The third demon was scratching at their eyes, uncaring of how blood was now running down their body.

The first demon started clawing at themselves. The second demon slit open their stomach. The third demon clawed out their eyes.

Before you could see any more, a pair of cold hands wrapped around your shoulders, effectively drawing your attention away from the scene in front of you. A tail brushed against your face, blocking your vision entirely as Belphegor snuggled up to you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"MC... Are you okay?" he asked.

"I... I'm fine, but those demons, they—"

"—hurt you, right? That's why they're getting punished right now." You felt his self-satisfied grin against your neck and realized that whatever they were going through right now was the work of the demon behind you.

"Belphie, what did you do?!"

"It's nothing much, really." He was proud of what he did. "I just gave him some nightmares. Or hallucinations, as some people call it."

You opened your mouth, to plead, to beg, you didn't know, but Belphie interrupted you before you could speak.

"Anyway, they're not important. You need to go to Satan, right? He has some healing spells that would be of use..." Belphegor slowly untangled himself from you. "Can you walk on your own? Or do you need my help?"

You didn't want his help but, when you tried to stand up, the pain rendered you immobile. Belphegor caught sight of the wound in your abdomen and flattened his lips. For a moment, you were transported back to the entrance of the attic, Belphegor looking down at you with loathing and rage in his eyes, but the moment quickly vanished and Belphegor reached out to pick you up.

"I'm normally the one being carried but I can make an exception for you," he said in a faux, lighthearted tone.

The demons' screams became louder. More terrified.

"You'll have to make it up to me, though," Belphegor continued, already walking towards the House of Lamentations. "When you recover, I expect lots of cuddles. I won't accept any rejections~"

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hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this thing got away from me. well as the tags say i want to do a follow up to this but idk what sort of follow up it'll be. def yandere though. speaking of yandere, watch this space for the next yandere thing that gets churned out, because i like yandere a lot, anyway it's going to be yandere brothers x mc. all of them, at the same time. will mc survive? probably! will they be happy they did? probably not. :) anyway i hope to be able to do more yandere content in the future

edit: SORRY I FORGOT THE CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE FIRST 3

edit2: inserted one (1) instance of satan calling u kitten for a friend

#obey me #obey me x reader #yandere obey me #anyway i want to write a follow up to this #but what kind of follow up would it be... hm #sorry for the shortness of the last 3... i swear i love them it's just like 4am and i have an early day tomorrow #obey me fanfic #iyumeu writes om #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #sigh tags #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

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