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Javier Escuella

💖 Tienes Mi Corazón (Javier Escuella x Original Female Character)

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Abel

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Vox/ Vincent Whittman

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VOX 📺

VALENTINO 🦋

ALASTOR 🦌

LUCIFER 🐍

ADAM 🎸

ABEL 🐏

SAINT PETER 🚪

ANGEL 🩷

HUSK 🐱

ZESTIAL 💚

Abel - Son of Adam. Also known as the sweetest baby boy ✨️

~* 18+ Content. MDNI - I present to thee - a very toxic Vincent before you all *~

Warnings: Manipulation, murder, baby trapping, threats of suicide. Do not read if this makes you uncomfortable.

📺 When Vincent sees you for the first time, a sick and twisted obsession begins over you in secrecy. He finds it genuinely fascinating how fucking beautiful you are, especially because you don't even see it. When you walked into the studio, all shy and smiling like an idiot at him as you passed his notes for that day's topics. Your eyes were so full of life, void of any evil. You were pure. Even the way you tucked your hair behind your ear drove him insane. Such delicate little hands. So small compared to his own which he immediately noticed as you handed him those fateful notes. Oh those fated notes which happened to be you typing up that day to be delivered promptly to the murderous Vincent Whittman. Fate had been most cruel to you. You didn't know it yet, but your life was now officially ruined - because once Vincent sees something he wants; he will have it.

📺 Vincent remains his charming self at the studio. He can't have you or anyone else suspect anything. He had an elaborate plan to make you his. He couldn't risk scaring you off by simply hitting on you. Yes; he's handsome, charismatic, confident and a rising star. The odds of you rejecting him were slim... but not zero. That was a risk he just couldn't take. He needed certainty that you would fall into his trap for him. One night, after everyone has left the studio, he stays behind, faking his exit so you wouldn't suspect him following you. After all, in your mind, he left earlier. Right? He stalks you quietly as you walk home. Pretty girls like you shouldn't be walking home alone at night, he thinks to himself. Not in that dress. Anyone could easily have their way with you. Gosh you were lucky to have such a kind and caring man watch over you as you so carelessly walked through the darkness of the alleyways. For fucks sake, you don't even look over your shoulder as you slot your key into the lock of your front door. He cursed to himself with a devilish grin. He already loved you so much - you were making things so easy for him. You kept one window on the second floor slightly ajar. I mean, you were practically begging for him to break into your house.

📺 He enters your house the next day whilst you're out. He doesn't break in - he slips in. No sign of forced entry. He wanders around your small home, intrigued by every detail. He studies your family photos, reads the letters you've received, touches the bedsheets of where you slept... this is when he acts upon his sick thoughts. The first thing he commits to is finding your dirty laundry. He finds a beautiful silky pair of black underwear. He presses it against his nose and deeply inhales. Fuuuuuck... there's no way he could back out from his plan now. Not when he knows how insatiable you smell. He lies front first on your bed, your panties pressed against his erection as he dry humps your crumpled panties into the mattress, imagining his cock sliding between your folds. He grumbles. Whimpers. His imagination was wild, something he was proud of. Especially for moments like this. He'd feel himself close to his climax so he would stop, just to prolong his pleasure. Vincent had to fully imagine himself making love to you. What he would do to try and win you over. Practise for the real thing if you will. He would then lift his head, still slowly humping the mattress but he brought your panties to his face again and he began to lick and suck at the crotch of them, tasting your remnants left behind. He moaned into your dirty panties, picturing how perfect your pussy would taste. He could feel himself coming. He would momentarily panic, not wanting to come over your mattress - because then you would know someone had been here. Quickly, Vincent sits up on your bed and pumps his cock with your underwear encased in his hand as he curses out loud. His cum would soak your underwear, completely painting them white.

📺 This became a ritual for Vincent. He finds himself sneaking into your home every time you're out to deposit his cum into your dirty underwear. And then take a couple home for good measure. Then a wicked idea came over him. He had checked your underwear drawers and noticed you had only one clean pair left which you would inevitably wear for the next day. That was a given thanks to him stealing your underwear secretly and with you being so busy with work, you couldn't keep up with washing your laundry promptly. Not when Vincent was asking for more of your lovely assistance back at the studio, getting you to stay behind night after night to run errands for him. He got your clean underwear and made sure to come in them. A beautiful damp white patch would form - a silent note to you that he had been there. You would have no choice but to wear that pair for work. He salivated at the thought of your pussy juices mixing with his cum as you strutted around the studio. Maybe you would be too stupid to notice. Vincent eagerly sat in the newsroom, ready for you to hand him his notes that morning. He needed to see for himself if you were wearing them. As you went to hand him his notes, he deliberately let them slip through his fingers onto the floor, preying on your politeness. His eyes glint with wickedness as he watches you bend over to pick the paper up--- only to have a blush spread over his cheeks as his eyes wandered up your skirt. You hadn't fallen for his trick. You were not wearing the spoiled underwear. In fact, you weren't wearing any. His cock became instantly hard. Turns out you did have some brains and decided not to wear the suspiciously creamed underwear. That night he jerked himself off for hours in the privacy of his own home, praising you for how much of a 'smart girl' you were. Gosh you were beautiful AND had brains. What a fucking turn on you were to him. And it had completely nothing to do with the free view of your slick.

📺 Now he had to be smarter. He knew there was a gala ball coming up. Lots of dancing and flinging beautiful ladies about. You would absolutely NEED to wear panties for that occasion. So Vincent tries it again. This time he removes your pile of clean underwear, hiding them all but one. You were going to be home soon to get ready for the gala... he had just enough time to soak your underwear with his cum again before slipping out to make his own way to the event. When you got home, you felt a strange eerie feeling as you looked at your only pair. You could have sworn you washed a fresh load of underwear that morning... why was this pair so sticky? Was that your slick from that morning and you accidentally threw it back into the 'clean' drawer? You couldn't remember. You were already running late... you had no choice. At the gala event, Vincent watches you from across the room. He sees that your expression seems... uncomfortable. He grins. He knew you were wearing them. A welcoming shock wave runs up his spine, envisioning how his cum was sliding around against your perfect pussy. It turned him on how you were completely unaware of how much he had invaded you. He would steal a dance from you that night, feed you cocktails and offer you a ride back to your home in his limo. In your tipsy haze, you hear him whisper something that doesn't sit right with you. "You smell so pretty..." You brush it off, saying it's your perfume but he corrects you. "It's not the perfume, sweetheart." That was the night the smallest seed of your fear for Vincent was planted. Even when he so kindly walked you up to your front door, before you could close it, he shoved his foot in the small gap. You slowly turned around and saw green and blue gems, evilly glinting at you under his now messy charcoal hair. You felt like you were being pulled into some kind of trance... "Have a good night, sweetheart." He kissed your cheek. You snapped out of the whirlpool of chaos you were about to fall into and smile shyly - like you always did. "So pretty..." He whispered, loud enough for you to hear. "Be careful around here... I've heard there's some weirdo following women home."

📺 Oh how genius Vincent was. Not only were you slightly frightful of him but your fear for other mundane men was greater. He knew you would cling to him now, needing a protector that would scare those predators off. You just had no idea. Vincent Whittman was the apex predator. He was the shadow that followed you home. The rising star offers to drive you home and you accept. He does this every evening for you - h o p i n g - you would invite him in. But you had brains remember? You knew there was something not quite right about your handsome boss. You would let him kiss your cheek but would close the door gently in his face. He couldn't press. He couldn't scare you off. But he was so close to having you. Vincent needed one more plan and then you would be his. Your kindness was your weakness. This is why he studied the weather forecast and waited for the night where there would be heavy rain. He also conveniently didn't bring his car to work that day. He walked you home, giving you his expensive jacket to use as shelter over your head. This resulted in Vincent being soaked to the bone by the time he walked you up to your front door. He was counting on your warm heart. Surely you acted with your heart instead of your head? Oh boy was he right. You fussed over him, inviting him inside until he was warm and dry. Until it stopped raining. "Sweetheart, it's forecast to rain all night." He had you in checkmate. Of course you let him stay the night. He said he would sleep on the couch... oh dear... he left his wet jacket on there though. Looks like he can't sleep there. Thank goodness you were so thoughtful. Innocent. You let him share your bed. His twisted mind couldn't allow him to be a gentleman anymore. When you stepped out of the bathroom in your nightgown, nipples poking through the fabric and was met with his shirtless chest? You fell into the chaos as you accepted his starved kiss.

📺 Vincent's kisses are wet and messy. Each time you would pull away to breathe, almost always there would be a thin string of saliva between your tongues. His hands needed to touch your neck and face, holding you there so you could subtly feel his strength, knowing you couldn't end the kiss until he was done with it. His kisses lasted minutes. Never seconds.

📺 The first few times you both had sex, they were filled with gentleness, yearning... dare I say even love. He'd eat your pussy. Finger you whilst he was your big spoon in bed. Be so careful as he thrusted into you, hooking your leg over his shoulder as he dug his thumbs into your pelvis. And he would pull out. Vincent was content in what you both had at that moment. No need to rush into starting a family just yet---

📺 He killed the milkman for speaking to you a little too long on your porch.

📺 Mailman meets the same end. Why did his thumb have to brush over your finger like that?

📺 Vincent so sweetly lets you move into his large home. You just weren't safe when there was murders happening on your street. He told you he could not lose you too. You settle in so nicely. You both leave for work together and go home side by side. You had been performing so well at work too! Vincent was happy for you. Until he wasn't. It meant you got more male attention. More introductions. More opportunities. What the fuck do you mean they want you to work for them instead? He can't have that. No no. Looks like he's not pulling out tonight.

📺 1000% the type to baby trap. When you tell him the news of your pregnancy, he acts so happy for the both of you... really he's fucking stroking his own ego on how smart he was for ensuring your future together. There's no way you could leave him now, right?

📺 He wasn't certain though. He bought an expensive diamond ring for you ages ago but now was the perfect time to propose. He does it live on air. He needs the public to support him, view him as such a wonderful soul. Someone to t r u s t. More importantly - to back the fuck away from you. What a romantic guy. Oh and there's no need for you to work anymore. He manipulates you into giving up your job. You're going to be his wife and mother to his child. You belong in his house, in the kitchen and on his bed.

📺 you're married within weeks. He gets the wedding televised. He needs the world to see who you belong to. The ceremony isn't in just an ordinary ol' church. "Think bigger, baby. Think brighter." You both get married in a fucking cathedral. You're dressed in a gown that rivals the Queen of England.

📺 At any event he brings you along to, he keeps you glued to his side, it's almost suffocating. "This is my pregnant wife." He needed to emphasise that part. It was like it was more important than the marriage. Oh but it most definitely was. It was his subtle way of telling men that he was dicking you down and only him.

📺 You give birth to a son. Oh how perfect was Vincent's life. A wife and child. A family to come back to. He convinces you that a second child would make him over the moon, told you it was only fair your son had a playmate. He didn't want him to be an only child. You were hesitant, content with just your son and husband- oh too late Vincent's already pressed deep into you.

📺 Vincent was the top star in the States. He could focus on his cult more now that you were secured in his life. Two babies you were looking after at home, always serving him a hot meal after work and you would so happily spread your legs for him after the kids were put to bed. There's no way you would leave him... Right? Seriously though. Right? Wait a minute... you're beginning to argue with him now. Telling him he's too engrossed with his work. That he's not being a good father. Whoa whoa what? You're going to stay round your parents with the kids tonight? Now Vincent panics. His hands claw at your dress, trying to get you to look at him. You don't. Fuck his heart is racing. You're being serious this time about leaving. Since when did you wake up and remember you had free will? He's on his knees now, still not letting go of your dress skirt. His voice is shaking... he's actually crying? "Don't go, baby. I love you and the kids so much..." He holds onto your hand and places it against his cheek, looking up at you with glassy eyes. "If you go, I'll kill myself." Your heart shattered into a thousand pieces. You didn't want him to die. Oh don't worry... he knew this. Your kindness had always been your weakness. Instead of leaving that night, you were on the floor having your cunt being devoured by a teary Vincent Whittman. "Please forgive me, baby... I'm sorry..." He murmured between sloppy kisses on your clit. It had been so long since he ate you out like this, preferring a quick fuck in the kitchen after dinner whilst the kids played upstairs. You came so hard but he still kept feasting on you. Apologising over and over again. You tell him through your whimpers that you forgive him - but it's not good enough. He needs to be certain that you won't go. Vincent turns you into a babbling mess, making you come from his tongue over and over again. Your heart is bleeding for him as he love bombs you. In fact YOU end up apologising to him for not being 'understanding' enough. He was such a busy man, working so hard to support his family. How could you make this man cry? So so heartless of you... the only right thing to do was let Vincent come in you multiple times that night.

📺 Every night you now have to reassure him that you won't ever leave him. When you closed your eyes, his pearly teeth reflected off the blank television. He had broken you. You were shards that he could keep locked away, forever to keep.

📺 A couple years have passed and you have three children with a fourth on the way. Vincent stuck the final nail in the coffin by getting his children to utterly adore him. Every night he came home they would run to him, tell him how much they missed him. Therefore if you ever EVER dared to leave him again... well, let's say the children wouldn't be on your side. But you knew this. You had come to accept this life as Vincent's prisoner. This toxic game of manipulation. All you had to do was love him. That's all he ever wanted.

🐏 Abel would be devoted to you with every fibre of his being. He may be the Leader of the Exorcists but he will always take time out of his day to spend it with you. After any meeting, he will fly to find you to see how you're doing, ask if there's anything you need and discuss what plans you could both do for that night. Whatever YOU want to do he will fully commit to. (even if he may be hesitant if it's something he's never done before) If you run out of ideas - don't worry. He's already got a list prepared that would keep you both occupied for centuries. Even during council meetings, he will find himself sketching with that adorable lovesick grin on his face. The sketch is of you with a lamb in your arms.

🐏 Gifts galore. He is a giver with unconditional love. Flowers. Chocolates. Sweets. Plushies. His favourite thing to gift you is clothing, made from the finest silk with the most stunning colours. He wants you to feel beautiful so always listens carefully when you both stroll through heaven's stores, pointing out certain items you like. One time he overheard you talking to Emily how much you loved the Seraphim's dresses - so naturally he got one custom made for you with speckles of glitter twinkling throughout the skirt of it. You remind him of sparkles - just like the stars you were both married under ✨️

🐏 Cooking together. He insists on you relaxing and allowing him to cook for you however he falls deeper in love with you when you insist back with making a meal together. Abel is a master chef when it comes to making the starters and mains and you are the undeniable expert of desserts and all things sweet. Together, you both make a dream duo in the kitchen. Abel cannot get enough of your baked goods - ESPECIALLY - when you make bread. Before you can even get it out of the oven, Abel is already placing his hands on your hips from behind, his chin on your shoulder and telling you how good it smells. When you take it out of the oven, you have to supervise Abel to make sure he doesn't touch it and burn his hand. Don't be too mad if he does - he just really loves your baking.

~*~ 18+ Content. MDNI ~*~

🐏 Incredibly shy, nervous and bashful when starting up intimacy. Every. Single. Time. It's fucking cute though. He will happily comply but perhaps ask a lot of questions throughout. "Are you sure you wanna-?" "This what you want?" "That feel good?" You give him constant reassurance, lead the way and fuck his pretty little brains out until he's a whimpering mess.

🐏 He's 90% submissive. Loves it when you take the lead. Will whimper. Tear up. Beg. He is completely at your mercy. You could do whatever you want to him and he'd take it like a good angel~ He wants YOU to feel good and if he comes too? Then that's a bonus but one he always thinks he's undeserving of.

🐏 When he's the rare 10% of being dominant, he needs to have had some liquid courage. You're hot as shit and knows you are a free spirit and could easily eat him up. When he IS dominant tho? LORD. You are so shocked by the filth that comes out of his mouth that he's already pressing deep into you, making you arch in ways you didn't think was possible. Would absolutely destroy his king sized bed from pounding into you. Luckily it's only 10% of the time because you'd be battered and bruised (consensually) on a daily and quite frankly those beds are fucking expensive. Not even heaven's budget could fund this.

🐏 Eating pussy is his favourite pastime. Every intimate session MUST involve this. He will borderline whine and whimper when he asks. His cock leaks just thinking about it. When you consent, he is ecstatic every time. He nests his head between your thighs and feels so at peace as he eats you without hesitation like you're his Forbidden fruit. There has been multiple occasions he's come just from eating you out - you didn't even have to touch him. FYI his face ain't budging until you've come at least 3 times. Lucky heaven number 💖

Spring

🐏 Spending the spring with Abel will involve looking after lost lambs and naming them after your favourite things. Bubbles. Daisy. Sunshine. Pickles.

🐏 Him picking you flowers that remind him of you: the bluebells, forgetmenots and tulips.

🐏 Spending time in apples orchards and having picnics within them. You'll chat for hours about nonsense but more importantly he will find the courage delve into deeper things such as what you both want to achieve and why he likes spending time with you.

🐏 he will compliment you, constantly telling you how spring becomes you. It's your season and you bloom so beautifully.

🐏 however this isn't the season for him to admit his feelings. This season is purely to enjoy each other's company.

Summer

🐏 Summer would involve you desperately trying to convince him to go to the beach with you. He's hesitant. Self conscious of his body but when you constantly reassure him that he's fucking gorgeous he finally accepts.

🐏 building sandcastles and collecting seashells. He'll show you his favourite ones that he found.

🐏 ice cream

🐏 tanning. He's not necessarily into this however he sees you want to catch some rays and will happily lie next to you. He'll be smothered in sunscreen with black shades covering his entire face, but it's worth it to be with you and to see you in barely anything (but obviously would never admit this)

🐏 it is still however not the right time to admit his feelings to you

Autumn

🐏 carving pumpkins into all sorts of wacky shapes. He tries hard to made an effort and create something really artistic. You sweetly laugh at his attempts causing him to blush, get flustered; object. He'll cross his arms over his chest... but he'll find himself smiling, glad to hear your laughter. It made everything worth it.

🐏 candy. Taffys galore in particular. Not opposed to Reeses but he will trade his milky way for your bounties. This does not mean he loves coconut. He just wants to make an excuse to trade with you because you're not fond of them. Seeing your eyes light up makes his heart squeeze. If you do like bounties... he will still try to trade. May even tease you for being a weirdo who likes bounties but will have a cheeky smile as he does so. This guy just loves hearing you talk.

🐏 walking through the woods to watch the red and yellow leaves fall to the ground. He loves seeing how your eyes dazzle with the crunches on the ground. He'll even point out good piles for you to step on.

🐏 as he watches you laugh under the leaves, he debates approaching you, in a trance from your beauty and the melody of your infectious laughter. But he hesitates. He knows deep down... it still isn't the right time to tell you.

Winter

🐏 Abel's favourite season. Lots of walks in the snow. A crunch is a crunch. Satisfying to hear and joyous to watch you try and make a snowangel. He finds it cute, but little did you know that you had your very own angel.

🐏 making snowmen. Remember, this is the type of thing Abel takes seriously. He'll find coal, sticks, a carrot and even a scarf to complete the snowman. His looks perfect and yours looks... questionable. Yet he looks at it in awe and praises you. "Looks good! Next time, we'll make one together and it will look better than everyone else's combined."

🐏 warming up by the fire with one another. You're both by the Christmas tree, lit up by it's multi coloured lights. You are drying his blonde locks and he smiles from under the towel. You're so careful with his hair. He knows that you adore his hair from the constant compliments. He wishes he could be brave like you. To say what he's feeling... just like how you so fearlessly do.

🐏 inspiration flickers into his eyes of amber. Now is the time to admit how he feels. Even with red cheeks, he bites the inside of his cheek and his fingers hold onto the fabric of your clothes just above your knees as he stares deep into your eyes.

🐏 "I..." you look at him with softness. He hesitates. He's about to pull away but then you call his name. His heart jolts. A zing. It's in that moment he knows...

But that smut be hitting different.