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hazelfoureyes · 11 months ago

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The Safeword is RadioApple (part 1)

I’m gonna go ahead and apologize right now

Lucifer x FemaleReader x Alastor

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader✧FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱ Part 3 ꒰აAlastorxLucifer໒꒱ tidbit (cute, not smut) Part 4 ꒰აFemaleReader໒꒱✨NEW✨ ₊⊹⁀➴ Lucifer wins⟡Alastor Wins

Alastor would give you anything, all you had to do was ask. When you asked for Lucifer, he delivered. But after seeing just how much you enjoyed Alastor’s rough handling, Lucifer takes a turn and gets a little lost in the pleasure.

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, smut, RadioApple in a sense, fem reader, creampie, breath play, rough sex, Alastor is an eternal little shit, soft jazz, hard jazz, Luci calls himself Daddy, 🗣️ READER GETS SPITROASTED, threesome, cervix hulk smashed, half assed blowjob, help I got too horny on main

Minors dni

“Sir.”

Lucifer jumped, whipping around and shoving Alastor’s face away. “You are a living nightmare, fuck!” He hated being snuck up on, as most people do. Adjusting his hat, he looked around the hotel lobby to see if anyone else witnessed his personal jump scare. Charlie and Vaggie were seated nearby, but hadn’t paid them any attention.

“I aim to please! Now,” Alastor gestured to the stairs, “I, unfortunately, need to show you something upstairs.”

“Ha!” Lucifer forced out a laugh, “Ha. Haaa- Not a chance, scarecrow. Find someone else to search for your brain.” He smirked to himself. “Did you hear that Charlie? I made a joke.”

But Charlie was not laughing. She finally turned her focus to them. “Dad, you have to start trying to get along with Alastor.” She looked to Alastor who was nodding along as if he actually cared at all, “He’s trying to spend time with you. Come on, Dad. For me?”

With a pout, he dramatically crossed his arms, “Fine. I’ll play nice, for you. Not for him.” Lucifer glared daggers at Alastor. “Fuck him.”

“Daaad!” She groaned.

“Yeah yeah, I’m going.”

Alastor let his microphone follow behind Lucifer’s back, an unseen and unfelt safety net so he couldn’t back out. When they approached Alastor’s door, Lucifer put up his hands as if to physically stop the situation from progressing, “There is no way in all of hell I am going in your bedroom.”

Alastor’s eyes rolled, frustrated already with the interaction. “Are you sure about that?” He pushed the door open, using his mic to make contact with the small of Lucifer’s back. He stopped resisting when he finally looked into the room.

He took a step in, willingly, and as he saw you sitting in the center of the bed in just your silk sleep robe, he let out a quiet, “What the fuck is this?”

Then a louder, “Heeey, kitten…”. The sound of the door locking made his head whip back to Alastor, teeth bared.

“Luci.”

Softened under the sound of his own name from your lips he brought his attention back to the bed.

It was no secret to anyone that you two were fond of each other. It was the little things you did that endeared the fallen angel to you, how you doted on him. Filling his glass at dinner when you noticed it getting close to empty, holding the door for him, keeping eye contact when he went off on some excited tangent.

Everyone was also aware you were Alastor’s person. And Alastor would give you anything you wanted in death; and today you happened to want Luci.

You’d seen the broadcasts of the King of Hell defending his daughter during the last extermination. The power he gave off, even from your screen, brought goosebumps down your arms. So when you found your way to the hotel, you were elated to see Lucifer himself readily available for interactions. Your luck continued, as your father’s love of jazz had been passed down to you and allowed the radio demon to notice your presence among the sea of new residents. Following the sounds of Nat ‘King’ Cole, he found you one evening in your room, and a mutual fondness for music bore a new friend. And then, more.

Soon enough you were a regular member of the Hazbin Hotel core crew, by way of Alastor.

That’d been some months ago now, and you finally had the courage to ask Alastor for a special favor.

No part of him understood your motivation, but the idea of making the king of hell pussy-whipped to his darling was understanding enough. And, of course, the pleasure of watching you enjoy yourself. While he was capable all his own, he was happy to allow someone else to fill in. Not to mention—- no, actually, definitely mention the fact it would give him a little more power in the tense dynamic between himself and Lucifer.

For Alastor, sharing you physically wasn’t an issue. Sex was something he did for your pleasure, though he did enjoy the control he held over you in those intimate moments.

Watching you mewl under someone else, knowing he gave the permission, that Lucifer would never have a chance in Hell if The Radio Demon didn't allow it, made his head dizzy with the loss of blood flow. Whatever pleasure Lucifer could give you was pleasure he has granted you both. The idea of someone pining for you but never having a chance unless he says so made him feel powerful.

“I have a request, of sorts.” You tried to keep your smile still, cheeks twitching with pure nerves. The room was lit by only two small lamps on either nightstand and the light coming from the half open bathroom.

Lucifer approached you, making a dramatic point of going past Alastor. The radio demon chuckled, the king of hell scowled. He placed one knee on the end of the bed, trying to forget this was the spot you shared most nights with Alastor. His smile encouraged you to continue.

“You can say no.” You added quickly.

“Why would I ever do that?” Lucifer continued to smile at you, too sweetly for what you were going to ask.

“Many reasons.” You added quicker.

“Come on, tell Luci.” He laughed softly at the idea of denying you anything.

You pressed the tips of your index fingers together nervously, “I want you to fuck me.”

He tried to blink but his eyelids only seemed to rise further and further up his face with every attempt.

“You what now?”

His eyes darted to Alastor, who was now crawling onto the bed and settling behind you.

“It was a fairly straightforward statement, sir.” Alastor’s tone was always teetering on mocking when he addressed Lucifer, “My dear would like you, for some god awful reason, to bed her.”

If this hadn’t been such a shock, Lucifer would have quipped, “Oh because you can’t, you overdressed maitre d’?”

But when he opened his mouth, there was nothing. He just stared at you. Alastor’s long legs and lanky arms came down beside you, behind you. You looked like the enticing light of an angler fish’s lure, sharp teeth shining just over your shoulder.

“I thought-,” he motioned between the two of you.

You nodded, “Alastor is happy when I’m happy. And right now, I’d be overjoyed to spend an evening taking care of you.”

Oh, why couldn’t you have said it so sweetly the first time? Take care of him? You always did. Every time he felt something lacking he’d find you close behind offering him just the thing.

Whether a smile, or supportive word, or just a sympathetic ear.

Shifting onto your hands and knees, you crawled toward Lucifer. His face was flush, his brows knitted together in some mix of worry and confusion.

“You don’t have to do that, kitten. I don’t need that.” He reached out a hand to touch your cheek but stopped himself; he’d never touched you before. He had gone out of his way to avoid it, because he couldn’t bear what it would do to him. He’d just be hurting himself, he had thought. His hand began to pull away but you reached out with both of yours and took hold of his wrist.

“I don’t have to do anything, ever, Luci,” Alastor’s grin widened as you said it. A hum of approval only he could hear. A silent, ‘That’s my girl.’

“This is about what I want.” You leaned up to rest your cheek in his open palm, “I’ll accept any answer from you.” Your eyes staring up at him promised safety, “So, what do you want?”

He buried his face in his free hand, opening his fingers to look over you once more. In the shade of the canopied bed, Alastor sat motionless. But Lucifer couldn’t see him, not because of the shadows but because his focus was so purely on you. He had absolute tunnel vision, which happened often when you two would speak. Lucifer made a low sound, coming from somewhere deep in his chest, hidden beneath all his shame and sense of inadequacy.

Your question was answered as he removed his hat, tossing it to the chaise lounge near the wall. You sat back on your legs and gave him space to remove his coat. Your heart seemed to double its pace, skin practically vibrating. A not-insignificant part of you expected a gentle but firm, “kindly fuck off.”

He seemed to be avoiding eye contact as he pulled his bow tie loose, only returning his knee to the bed when he’d kicked off his boots. Just the shifting of the weight of the bed made your thighs twitch, finally. Alastor leaned backed and watched, Lucifer’s gaze was full of uncertainty as he crawled to you.

Hilarious. Already worth the price of admission.

Both on your knees, you leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on Lucifer’s lips. Pulling back, you looked at him and he felt like we’re looking at the sun. Your face was so bright, and warm. What light were you reflecting back at him? Surely not his own. That was long dead. Long buried under bruised wings and lost promises.

You snaked your fingers into his hair and brought him in for a deeper kiss. When you bit gently on his bottom lip, he shakily opened his mouth. Your grin spread across both of your faces as you pushed your way past his lips.

Lucifer’s tongue was long, and tapered more than you’d expected. It moved, unsure, against yours. Your hands slunk out of his hair and down his chest, sliding until finding the buttons of his vest.

You felt him gasp into you, and when you began to open his shirt he pulled away, “It’s been… a very long time.”

A scream echoed in your skulll, your own scream, thankfully entirely in your mind. He was so cute. So soft. He looked so worried, you wanted to rip him to pieces with affection. Was that possible? You were going to try.

Your hands fumbled over his belt, the tremble in your fingers making the pants button feel like an aptitude test. Your mouth returned to him, kissing down his cheeks and into the space under his jaw. Finally you could slip your hand down into his pants, and you hissed without thinking.

He was painfully hard, throbbing head pressed into his skin.

Did you do this? Had you gotten the King like this with just a question and a kiss? Tip nearly purple with pressure, you rested your forehead on his collarbone and watched his stomach jump as you wrapped your fingers around it.

Alastor fought back a laugh, tongue nearly cut clean off with the attempt. This was better than he had expected. And he had just the idea to push it over the top.

When your head dipped to swipe your tongue over Lucifer’s cock, you both startled at the sudden sound of music. First you looked to the radio, then to Alastor.

One hand was loosening his bow tie, the other unbuckling his pants.

“Don’t stop on my accord,” he bit his bottom lip, watching your attention return to Lucifer’s lap.

Lucifer raised a finger in protest, “I wasn’t aware this was a group activity.”

“The more the merrier.” Alastor whipped his belt off and tossed it to the floor, other hand pulling his member free.

“Three’s a crowd.”

“Two heads are better than one.” When Alastor lifted your robe away and sunk himself into you, no preparation, you moaned into the blonde hair at the base of Lucifer’s cock.

Your breath over his shaft and now down his balls made his hips buck against you. Your hands gripped at Lucifer’s thighs, trying to get steady enough to return your mouth to his waiting heat. You could smell his arousal, your head dizzy with so many of your senses being assaulted by both men.

“You okay, kitten?” A concerned hand came to your cheek.

Your watery, lust clouded eyes met his, “It feels so good, Luci.” His dick jerked. When you finally managed to get him in your mouth his head fell back, legs under him twitching with the need to move along to the bobbing of your head. Lucifer was wider than Alastor, the corners of your mouth burning as you tried to take in as much of him as possible.

Alastor’s hand raked long nails down your back, a whine ran from your throat and down Lucifer’s shaft. He moaned in turn, trying to not connect the dots between himself and Alastor.

“I think you may need a little demonstration, from someone more–, “ Alastor leaned down, his face now inches from Lucifer’s. His hand wrapped around your neck, “experienced.” He pulled you up by your throat.

Lucifer watched, your knees no longer touching the bed as Alastor fucked up into you. One hand gripping your throat, one arm holding your body against his. Your face began to redden, and your thighs noticeably clenching as best they could, legs open and feet on either side of Alastor’s body. Lucifer winced, you looked pained, he wanted—

“Aa--Alastor,” Your voice was like honey, thick and sweet around Alastor’s name. Lucifer’s face fell flat, how could he have that? What did he need to do to have you say his name in such a debauched way? Why did that gangly sack of bones get all of the fun?

“See? She can handle more than you’d expect.” Alastor grinned, planting a kiss on your neck. You could see Lucifer watching through your wet eyelashes, his cock twitching repeatedly as his hand finally came down to touch himself.

With the hand not holding onto Alastor’s wrist at your throat, you reached out for Lucifer. “Luci.”

Alastor let you fall forward. Keeping your hips in the air and knees dangling just above the comforter, he continued his rough pace into your sopping cunt. Pulling your body on and off of his length with harsh drags he watched you lick from the base to the top of Lucifer’s member. Each thrust from him knocking your chin against it.

When you popped the head back into your mouth and moaned around it from Alastor’s continued fucking, Lucifer gripped your hair with both hands. Alastor’s own erection jumped in you, the king of hell himself buckling from his dearest’s mouth. He could break him entirely by just pulling you off of Lucifer’s cock and refusing to return you. He was positive Lucifer would cry into his ruined orgasm if he did such a thing.

Tempting.

But, he promised to play along, for you. And he would, at his own terms.

He pushed aside the thought entirely, instead returning to the task in front of him. Your tongue was pinned down when Lucifer was in your mouth, cock too fat to allow any room for movement. You abandoned trying to suck him off, and changed tactics to lick and kiss the sensitive flesh in your hands.

Lucifer’s mind was—- he wasn't sure where exactly. His consciousness splintered around you. The feeling of you; your tongue was swirling around him, the first contact he’s had other than himself in literal years. The sound of you; your soft moans and huffs were both audible and physical, the hot breath ghosting over him. The sight of you; head in his lap as he leaned back, your ass in the air and making a satisfying slapping noise every time–

Alastor. His eyes met Lucifer’s and a wicked grin took hold of his features. Lucifer could practically hear Alastor whisper across your body, ‘Watch this.’ Maybe Alastor had thought it, but he kept it to himself.

Your hands began pumping Lucifer’s length while your body was slightly dragged away as Alastor backed up and let your knees find some solid ground again.

Lucifer sat on his legs still, eyes flitting from between your face to the place you and Alastor connected. He could see Alastor disappearing inside you, and every intrusion had you gasping and mewling into the blankets. Your hand was still gently stroking him with outstretched arms, eyes clenched close.

Alastor smirked up at Lucifer, coming down over your back to reach around your body and find your clit with his middle finger. Immediately, you reacted. Legs squeezing together, hands stilling around your king’s cock. With a bite and lick to your shoulder blade, the radio demon set a bruising pace against you. That warmth in your core was spreading down as you felt him press against your cervix with every kiss of his hips.

You choked out his name, a chant Lucifer had never wanted to hear before now. How could you make Alastor’s name sound so delicious? He wrapped his fingers around yours on his dick and began moving with you. Your eyes rolled up to him, a weak smile forming before your orgasm made your jaw lock. Alastor knew your body so well, bringing you to orgasm was like playing a well practiced song on the piano. Both required strong and fast fingers and a sense of rhythm.

With a few more deeper, shorter moves Alastor stilled, too. Your knees slid down as your hips sank into the bed.

Lucifer let your hand go limp, swallowing hard. He wasn’t ignorant to the way Alastor smiled at him as he reclined into the headboard, tucking himself back into his pants.

“I have complete faith in you, for once.” Alastor teased Lucifer, hand motioning to your still limp body. His smile seemed to dare Lucifer, challenge him, to keep going even with Alastor’s release sitting pretty in you.

Luci took a deep breath, steadying himself mentally, before pushing the hair from your forehead, “Hey there, kitten. What do ya need?”

With an uncharacteristic hunger in your eyes, you forced your line of sight up to him, “You, Luci.” Visibly shuddering, you sat up and brought your legs towards him, your knees touching each other in an odd display of shyness. Your hand felt at your entrance, Alastor’s seed just beginning to find its way from your relaxed walls.

“Is it okay?” You asked, spreading the thick fluid between your fingers in front of Luci.

Something between a grimace and a pout came over him, it wasn’t his ideal situation but the idea of — just how much he’d slip and slide between your folds with the added lubrication made him feel feral. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Alastor hoped to ruin you and sour his experience. He decided to not allow it.

With a kiss to his nose, you wrapped your arms around his neck and lied back. You weren’t sure you were breathing anymore when you felt his scorching head slot up with your entrance. He rubbed the leaking fluid over himself and you with swipes up and down your lips. The difference between his heat and the cooled cum made him shiver in turn.

As he began to press into you, your body instinctively scooted away. It took both of your hands hooked under his arms to stay still enough for him to make any real headway.

Luci stopped, your face clearly pained. Your head shook in response, “Please, you just have to keep going. I’ll adjust.” While both of his heads swelled with pride – Alastor’s cock clearly smaller – Luci didn’t notice the wild eyes of the radio demon.

Alastor brought a hand to his face, red eyes peering between his spread fingers, smile threatening to break at the seams as he watched Lucifer Morningstar fucking his cum into his darling doe.

What a pitiful sight. How humiliating.

What would Charlie think of her big bad daddy? What would the other sins say? If they could see their king now, slick and shiny?

Your nails cut into his skin, and you were sure you were tearing slightly. Instead of attempting to thrust his way in, he chose to just continually press. The way your body seemed to be splitting made you second guess your decisions. But when his head finally popped in, your hole got some reprieve. He stopped, taking deep breaths.

Tears were collecting on your waterline, Luci noticed and leaned on an elbow to wipe them away. His blonde hair was falling forward now, tickling at your forehead.

You nodded, answering a question he didn’t ask, and he continued to force your walls open to accommodate him. The only sound in the room was the soft instrumental jazz number playing from atop the dresser. Your voice was stuck in your throat, Luci was focusing too hard to form words. Alastor could speak, but the music was just too enjoyable to interrupt.

Finally, after what could have been two minutes or twenty, you felt Luci bottom out. You had to just lie there for a second, never having felt something so solid in your otherwise soft body. No slight to Alastor, who was perfectly skilled in his abilities. Luci was just—- more than you had expected.

As he pulled out, you thanked the heavens and hell and the rings within that Alastor had left you so wet and already softened. The first few thrusts were genuinely uncomfortable, the pleasure you felt almost entirely mental, drawn from the reality of who was pulling your insides back and forth. You were so tight around him that he too was almost pained; so much pressure but no way to move enough to get any release.

Slowly, the ring of your entrance relented and Luci could finally move at a normal pace. He would take himself out to his head before slipping back in. Every thrust made your body spread around him, a semi-truck through a field of sunflowers. Your body didn’t stand a chance, and you were grateful he chose gentleness for his entrance.

He leaned back on both hands, using the position to fucked up into you at an angle. He knew very well where to hit to begin gathering your pleasure.

Alastor dropped his head, yours between his legs. His hair made a short curtain, hiding the look he was giving you from Luci. He adores the faces you make when you are happy. Excited. Pleasured. You tried to offer him a smile, but you couldn’t manage it for long. Your eyes would wretch shut, lips tighten as you focused on the feeling Luci was providing. Focused on the sensations, of being so full, so wet, so wanted. But Alastor was still watching, the sight of Luci blocked from his view as he enjoyed every little twitch of your mouth, every whimper.

It wasn’t jealousy, it was something more personal that stung Luci. While he couldn’t actually discern the looks you two gave each other, Luci felt very much the odd man out. But, he considered his position. Literally. He was leaning as far from your body as he could. He remembered the way you said Alastor’s name. Alastor had showed him exactly what to do, albeit in his usual obnoxious, showy fashion.

Sitting up, Luci adjusted your legs and slotted himself between them. Alastor leaned back, relinquishing your focus. Both of you looked at Luci though as one of his hands came to enclose your throat.

Alastor was almost impressed. Almost. You brought both hands to wrap around his wrist, glancing to Alastor behind you.

The words came out of Alastor as half warning, half instruction, “If she needs you to stop, she’ll tap two fingers twice on you, wherever she can reach.” Lucifer nodded, eyes not meeting Alastor’s. He kept them on your face, watching for any sign of distress as he tightened his grip. The way your pussy clenched around him earned you a hiss.

He began to move again, the new position causing him to rub against your clit as he buried himself in you. More clenching; He tightened his grip more.

“Are you sure she isn’t hurting?” Luci asked, your eyes closed and nails digging into his wrists.

“Nonsense. Can’t you feel her? Or does she just grip me like that?” The cocky expression made Luci unconsciously clench his fist on your neck. A gentle tap tap snapped him back to you. He loosened up again, his eyes large and apologetic.

You tightened your own grip on his dick, grinding up into him for more friction. Your body had finally relaxed, pleasure freely flowing from where you and Luci tangled together. You closed your eyes, the pressure constant on the veins to your head. Blood flow restricted just enough to lower your oxygen levels and raise the nitrogen oxide in your body. It resulted in a dizzying feeling, maybe there was a primal panic that caused your body to feel heightened pleasure. You didn’t feel scared, or in danger. You felt —— ah there it was. You felt weak. You felt docile. You felt like you existed purely to give pleasure and the idea turned you on. In every day life you’d never allow someone to use you, to push you around. You were anything but subservient. That’s why it was so enthralling now. It was so strange a sensation. And to give yourself so fully to the king of hell, the originator of all sin? You groaned, head rolling back.

Luci watched your head loll, drank in your groans and gasps and felt himself get dizzy too. More. Say his name like you did Alastor’s. Praise how well he fucked you. Reward him. Love him.

He pulled out suddenly, his head leaving you for the first time since it managed to fit in initially. Luci put both hands on your hips and directed you to roll onto your stomach. He pulled your ass up, knees bent. You crawled up enough to rest your forehead on the crook of Alastor’s leg, one lazily outstretched and the other bent under him slightly. Luci wasted no time pushing back in. He leaned over you and pressed his hand into your back, forcing your chest to be slightly crushed into the bed. He pulled out and slammed back into you, tearing a yelp from you as he hit deeper than he had before.

He stopped, unsure, until he felt your hand reach under yourself and rest at the junction of his knee and calf. His other hand came to your right hip, and he used it to keep you from sliding up the bed. Letting his eyes close again, he focused on the feeling of you around him. His crotch and thighs were soaking wet, his balls tight against him. Every drag out of you made his body jerk back into you with need. It felt so good, too good. He needed more. He pressed hard into you, oversized tip of his cock threatening to push past your cervix. He made shorter thrusts now, ensuring he bottomed out every time. It was too deep, too much of a stretch. Your moans slowly devolved into screams, the pleasure mixed with a soft burning.

You could feel him spreading open your womb. The feeling of your cunt pressing down on him from all sides including the front was driving him mad.

You were screaming. Actual, pleasured screams, threatening to alert the entire hotel to your activities. Screams that started shrill and dipped into a gutteral cry filled the room with every thrust of Lucifer’s frenzied hips.

A tiny part of your brain felt embarrassed, a dying animal shrieking into Alastor’s thigh.

An ever shrinking part of Lucifer existed too, the piece of him too preoccupied with your two fingers on his leg to enjoy you. It got smaller and smaller, no longer a blockade to his pleasure, but a safety net allowing him to walk the tightrope of sadism.

The radio’s volume dial rolled, smooth jazz now blaring and drowning out your painfully pleasured cries. Alastor was fine with allowing someone to take care of your needs at his permission but strangers had no business enjoying your sounds.

As Luci became lost in the sensation of your wet pussy trying to suck him in whole, his hand on your back began to press down. Your breaths got shorter, it got harder to expand your lungs fully.

Face turned and drooling onto the fabric of Alastor’s pants, you started gasping out his name, “Luci! Nngh Luciiii, Lucifer.”

Your lips dropped his name and it fell like lead into his thoughts. He fought the urge to close his eyes again as he felt his orgasm building. He watched your flushed skin jump beneath every punishing thrust, his name a spell you could now barely whisper, not enough breathe to scream. Your upper body was entirely buried into the mattress. It felt like your back might snap with Luci’s loss of control. You kept your hand on his leg, ever ready to tap out.

The yellow of his eyes turned red, just like the skin of your ass where his hip bones chaffed. “You take me so well, kitten.” He ground out, “Daddy’s gonna cum.”

Alastor’s eyes glowed a blood red from the end of the bed, a wickedly devious grin across his face at the opportunity before him, he looked up at Luci and said with a commanding tone, “Cum.”

Luci was already over that peak when his eyes flew up to catch Alastor’s, it was too late to stop his orgasm. He was helpless to disobey, despite his now desperate desire to never cum again. With a moan, and a hiss, he pressed your body fully into the mattress. Your body now flush, he waited until his cock stopped jerking his long overdue seed into your bruised womb.

Luci lied on top of you even after you were full to the brim with his cum. It was already forcing its way out around his softening cock when he managed to roll off of you and onto his back.

Staring at the canopy of the bed, he felt two emotions rise to the surface. First, concern. He turned to you, and you gave a weak thumbs up.

Second, rage.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Fuck you.” He looked to Alastor, who was grinning as he pet your head, whispering something to you.

“Little late for dirty talk, your highness.”

Lucifer growled, but Alastor’s palm pressed against his forehead and pushed him back down to the bed.

“I sleep on the left. I’d prefer you on the right.” he gently moved your head from his lap, “Beside me, my dear. A darling barrier.” Alastor didn’t look at Lucifer, just slid off the bed and walked into the en-suite bathroom. “No outside clothes under the comforter.” Alastor called from the bathroom before the sound of rushing water poured in.

You rolled onto your back, still catching your breath. Body sprawled out on the massive bed like a starfish.

Lucifer turned onto his side, hand caressing your arm. “Are you okay, kitten? I didn’t mean to lose myself like that.” He felt shame, like he had done something terrible. “And— I didn’t help you finish. That’s pretty shitty.”

But it fell away when you smiled back at him, “I feel great. Sore, but great all the same.” You let your fingers clumsily lace with his. “I really like you, Luci. And I don’t need to cum to enjoy myself. You can always try again, ya know?”

Lucifer felt his face grow warm, but couldn’t press you to clarify what exactly that meant before Alastor scooped you up and carried you to the bath.

There was a moment where he was alone, noticing the radio was back to a tolerable volume, the water splashing softly out of view. He felt out of place, like he had accidentally walked into a stranger’s home. He wasn’t sure what to do next, where to go from there when Alastor’s head popped back into the room, annoyed, “Are you coming or not? Those are clean sheets.”

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bluebugjay · 7 months ago

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A lot of people aren't vibing with Charles and Crystal's romance and honestly i think it's because it's not necessarily supposed to be a full-fledged, endgame romance.

I think it's written to be a fling.

Charles is a flirt; one of the first things he thinks about when Edwin tells him ghosts can't feel is that he would miss kissing, he says himself it's nice to be seen by someone his own age, he calls Crystal fit, etc. Assumably between cases he has a very small social circle of literally just Edwin so it makes sense that this girl who he gets on with and finds attractive immediately becomes a bit of a crush for him.

Then Crystal picks up on his flirting almost immediately, again they get on, etc. She says if he wasn't dead and she wasn't dealing with the aftermath of her toxic relationship with David he would be a good addition to her body count, i.e. just a fling. She doesn't say they'd date or she could fall for him just that they'd probably hook up.

Their first kiss happens when they're both dealing with some heavy stuff, Charles is angry, continuing to push down his trauma with his father and his past, Crystal is annoyed about not being any closer to getting her memories back whilst trying to deal with the trauma her last relationship caused her. They find comfort in each other in that moment. Crystal says she wants something real and the care they have for each other is real, there's no manipulation, no secrets. It's honest and it's innocent.

The song that plays in that scene is called Young Blood (White Sea Remix) by The Naked and Famous and has lyrics such as 'we're only young and naive still' and 'can't help myself but count the flaws, claw my way out of these walls, one temporary escape' and 'we lie beneath the stars at night, our hands gripping each other tight, you keep my secrets hope to die' - It does align with the idea that they're what each other wants in the moment, a distraction, to be able to pretend everything is normal and ok (keep each others secrets)

Crystal in the next episode, the next morning after their kiss, literally calls Charles a 'cute distraction' and says they should be friends. This time both of their issues and trauma are the reason for them not continuing the relationship. Blatantly, Crystal isn't ready for another relationship so soon after David, she wakes up with a nightmare about him and Charles. They bring up Charles fighting the Night Nurse and Charles says that he thought they were on the same page about it and 'at least that's how it seemed last night' which again leans into the fact they were both looking for comfort. Charles and Crystal kissing had nothing explicitly to do with her supporting his actions fighting the Night Nurse and yet that's how he took it because that's what he was searching for comfort from and acceptance on. Which is most likely why he seems to take the rejection harder than Crystal, seemingly agreeing to be friends more out of respect for her choice than the want to call it quits himself.

Charles tells Edwin later on about the kiss (right after Edwin is complaining about having to cancel plans with Monty) and says though he didn't physically feel it, he did feel it 'up here' and points to his head. The mind is generally not the place you feel love, I feel that's a given. (reminds me of the starfish on the beach that Niko says are in love, Edwin points out starfish have no brain and Niko says love doesn't require logic, meaning: love is not stored in the mind.) Charles and Edwin's conversation veers off to being about there own relationship, with Charles saying he wouldn't want to be dead with anyone else - not even the girl you just kissed? No? Ok.

The way that episode goes (The case of the two dead dragons) Crystal and Charles end up arguing about the very reasons they decided to not continue their relationship. Crystal likens Hunter and Brad to David, and Charles defends them saying not everyone is her demon ex-boyfriend which seems like he's projecting and really defending himself. Then Crystal calls him out on his 'rage problem' and what happened with the Night Nurse. So though they comforted each other the night before, their real feelings for each others issues are surfacing and they're not so on the same page. Of course they get over this and apologise soon enough. Though in the end, it's Edwin Charles opens up to and actually talks to about how he's feeling rather than pushing it aside and looking for a distraction. And after that, Charles gives Crystal genuine comfort not just a distraction by listening to her talk about her nightmares/visions about David. (immediately followed by the scene of Edwin and Monty on the swings in which Edwin suggests they don't see each other anymore, then back tracks, they kiss followed by rejection which definitely has... parallels)

After that, Crystal and Charles are still an obvious source of comfort for one another, they talk to each other about their stresses, they stick close together a lot of the time but there's nothing inherently romantic to their actions aside from the fact we know they have kissed which gives their actions a depth that, for example Edwin and Niko's don't, despite them also being affectionate and spending time together alone.

Then in the last episode as Crystal is attempting to leave for London, her and Charles share another kiss. When she tries to say bye to Charles, he says it feels like a 'good-bye good-bye' rather than a 'see you back in London good-bye' and Crystal doesn't correct him, essentially confirming it was supposed to be a forever goodbye. She instead kisses him. It's a good-bye kiss. A (supposed to be) final kiss. A 'we had a good run' type of kiss. Crystal kisses him because she thinks she'll never see him again. It's similar to the first in which the kiss itself is the beginning and end, and it doesn't mean much past that. It's a kiss as a secret again, like their first kiss. A kiss to fill the space left by things they don't want to talk about. She doesn't want to admit she's planning on leaving for good so she kisses him instead, it's a comfort and it's a distraction. (and its consistent)

When Crystal decides to stay in the end, Charles says it'll be great, then specifies that 'solving cases together' will be great, not anything else that could of implied. Which could either be them just being awkward, or a flip in their dynamic that now Crystal is the one more involved in their relationship and Charles is the one setting boundaries.

Overall I think they have a really interesting dynamic. They are exactly what each other needs in moments and then the opposite in the next, they care about each other so much yet are possibly the people that unearth each others insecurities and traumas the most. They're both looking for a new, different kind of relationship and find it within the other but inherently once the novelty fades they fall more into being friends than anything more. I think like most of the relationships in this show, they're supposed to be complicated, they're supposed to be more of a journey than a destination. They learn and grow from their interactions together and I think that's something really beautiful.

#this is so long oops #also this isnt ship hate! if crystal and charles r ur fav ship ur valid and cool! this is just my take on things personally :)#dead boy detective agency #dead boy detectives #dbda #crystal palace #charles rowland #crystal palace surname von hoverkraft #edwin payne

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Semper Fidelis Vol II

Note: My first story cont.✨ & Open to constructive criticism as always. This was supposed to be a short one shot but y'all hyped me up in the comments of the last one 🫣 so here's part two 🥂 Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Use of AAVE, n-word, Suspicions of Cheating Mentioned Work count: 7k <

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Andrea excused herself from the crowd, weaving her way through the party goers and gracefully accepting well wishes with a practiced smile. The weight of Mark’s whispered words sat heavy on her chest, like a sleep paralysis demon. She pinched the skin on her arm taut to make sure she was actually awake. She reached the edge of the room and pushed on the door to the balcony, it opened harder than she intended causing it to slam against the windows behind it, and the frigid air swished around her body. It felt like every molecule in her body was aflame, so she inhaled deeply, surrendering to the frosty sensation.

Mark’s words replayed over and over again in her mind, each repetition cutting deeper.

They’ve been fucking.

She shook her head, trying to dismiss it as drunken nonsense, but Mark had always been a reliable force in their lives. He was always one to push people's buttons and say the things others wouldn’t dare.

But this? The timing… This wasn’t just some vulgar joke or offhand comment. It felt too deliberate as if it was meant to hurt. She looked out over the fireworks crackling in the night sky, the colorful explosions reflecting in her eyes, but the joy they were meant to bring couldn’t penetrate the storm raging in her heart.

Behind her, the party carried on unaffected. Laughter and music filled the air as Terry’s hearty laugh rose above everyone else's bringing her attention back to him. He was surrounded by a small group of men, his broad shoulders shaking as he laughed with his whole body retelling some old story she’s sure he’s told a thousand times before. His charisma still holding his audience captive, as always.

She studied him from afar, taking note of the way he carries himself, so confident and relaxed.

The way his green eyes crinkled and damn near closed when he smiled.

The way he looked at her when he noticed her staring.

Was it love? Or was it guilt?

“Mrs. Richmond”

Andrea turned abruptly to find Colonel Amara Knight standing beside her, her expression soft but inquisitive.

“Colonel,” Andrea replied, forcing a smile.

“You looked like you needed a moment” Amara said while stepping closer, her tone low and conspiratorial.

“I noticed when you ran out of there… These big parties can be pretty overwhelming, but a little air always helps and this is a beautiful place to decompress..”

Andrea nodded and turned to look down on the city below, appreciating the excuse to step away before she forgot herself and pushed her husband's alleged mistress off the roof.

That was the only option.

Sure she could hold her own in a street fight, but she wasn’t confident she could stand a chance against all that jujitsu shit.

“You’re right. The view is breathtaking”

Amara smiled at Drea’s simple response, her eyes scanning the skyline and the chaos of the city below “Terry’s lucky, you know…” she started, “Not every Marine has someone like you holding down the fort at home and he couldn’t have made it this far without you. You’re the glue to keeping everything together, Andrea. Don’t ever forget that,” she stated matter of factly.

Andrea swallowed, her throat dry and glanced at her for a moment trying to determine her sincerity. Did she know? Did she hear Mark too? Was this all in her head?

She offered a tentative smile but before she could respond Terry’s voice boomed loudly from behind them

“Aye, there you go Drea!”

“You’re social battery doesn’t usually run out before mine, you okay?” Terry inquired, softening his voice and slipping his arm around his wife’s waist after he made his way to her. His touch was familiar and warm, but yet, it felt foreign in that moment. Andrea turned to him, his cheesy smile lighting up his whole face as Amara stepped back with an unreadable expression dissapearing into the crowd.

“I just needed a breather,” she sighed out, her shoulders slumping as she pushed all the air from her lungs

“Understandable.” Terry nodded “Great speech by the way, baby.”

“You always know how to make me look good” he added kissing her temple.

She half heartedly chuckled “You make it easy.”

Sensing something was wrong, Terry turned to face her so he could look into her eyes and take in her expression.

“You sure you straight?”

The question caught her off guard and she considered telling him what she heard and confronting him right then and there. But the party wasn’t the place. And she wasn’t quite sure she was ready to hear the answer.

“I’m fine,” she lied, offering a convincing and reassuring smile, “Just tired. It’s been such a long day.”

He nodded again, diving right into problem solving mode, “Well, why don’t we just sneak out early? We can go downstairs to just relax and let our guests continue to enjoy themselves.”

She hesitated, the thought of being alone with her own husband suddenly overwhelming “Maybe in a bit,” she shot back steadily. “I should mingle a bit more first.”

“Let me know when you’re ready love” Terry kissed her on the forehead and shimmied passed the crowd to take his place on the dance floor screaming “woah-woaohhhh- hooooo!” as ‘Before I let Go’ started blaring through the speakers.

When he blended in with the crowd, Andrea turned back to the skyline taking a deep breath as her decision started crystalizing. She needed answers. She’d let Terry enjoy his night. He worked hard and sacrificed so much to give them a comfortable life; but she wasn’t going to wait long to get them.

The sheer curtains hanging in their bedroom did little to block the morning sunlight beaming through their bedroom windows. A dull ache throbbing at her temples was a lingering reminder of all the champagne she drowned herself in the night before.

Beside her Terry snored lightly his heavy arm slung upward and draped over his forehead. He looked peaceful and unburdened, his face relaxed in a way she rarely saw and she envied him because her own mind felt anything but peaceful as Mark's words resurfaced like a bad dream.

They’ve been fucking.

Andrea’s phone buzzed on the nightstand beside her making the jewelry she discarded before crawling into bed last night clunk and rattle. She flipped it over and frowned, a text from Mark.

“We should talk. Call me.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the message. Knowing she couldn’t stay in denial and avoid these conversations forever she sat up slowly, careful not to disturb Terry and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. The cold from the hardwood floor under her bare feet made her wince, headache still pulsing in her skull. The chill cut through the fog from last night's alcohol and she slowly made her way to the bathroom in her strapless lace black bra and panty set. Pajamas weren't on the to-do list when they made it downstairs from their party. She reached for her baby pink silk robe to wrap around her and made sure to close the bathroom door softly, gently turning the lock. Going back to the text she received, she clicked on the contact photo, and pressed the call button. Mark answered almost immediately.

“Hey Drea”

“Mark” she replied steadily despite her stomach twisting in knots at the sound of his voice.

“What did you mean last night?”

There was a pause, and when he finally spoke his voice was low and serious “I think you already know...”

Andrea tightened her grip on the phone, the implication of Mark’s words resting heavy on her chest.

“I don’t know, Mark..” she said, her tone sharp, “That’s why I’m calling.. Stop with the fucking riddles and just tell me what’s going on!” She exhaled, her shaky breath, and then added more softly

“...please?”

“Look,” he began, “it’s not my place to get in the middle of this Dre... But you a good woman and you deserve to know the truth.”

“The truth about what?” she snapped back immediately

Another pause as Mark seemed to be weighing and calculating his next words.

“Terry and Amara.”

“What about them?” she whispered back

“It’s been going on for a while,” Mark admitted, “I didn’t want to believe it at first but… the signs are there.”

Andrea’s mind raced as she plopped down on her vanity stool to support herself before her knees gave out. She quickly thought back to every interaction she’d witnessed between Terry and Amara. The way they shared inside jokes, all the military lingo, the lingering glances she’d chalked up to professional camaraderie. Could she really be that blind?

“Do you have proof?” she asked, her voice tight.

Mark hesitated. “Well, Not exactly... But I’ve seen enough to put the pieces together. The way she grabs his arms and clings to him when you’re not around... Late nights at the base... Private conversations… I see the way they act when they think no one’s watching.”

At this point the room was spinning and her stomach was doing summersaults. Circumstantial evidence wasn’t enough, not for something this serious, something that could blow up her life when she just got her husband back full time.

“That’s not proof Mark, that’s speculation,” she gritted out trying her best to stay calm. She needed his help, talking to this man crazy was not the answer.

“Maybe,” he fired back “but I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn't think you deserved to know.”

She stood up and swallowed hard, an involuntary reaction to his unwelcome revelation as thoughts of the previous night flooded her mind, “Why now? Why would you tell me at his retirement party?"

She started pacing back and forth as she recalled the events from last night, "And like that?… why was I up there in front of all those people..”

“I was drunk,” Mark admitted, his tone laced with regret, “And I hate to see you in the dark when everyone else… knows.”

“Everyone else?”

Mark sighed. “I’m sorry, Dre. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this. But you need to talk to Terry. Or Amara.”

Andrea ended the call without another word. She couldn’t listen to this shit anymore. Not without concrete evidence.

She did everything right.

All those late nights alone when Terry was deployed and she could’ve been fucking their fine ass, heavy set, brown skin neighbor down the hall in apartment 1738 who always was a little too eager to help with groceries?

She stayed faithful.

She maintained frequent calls and dinner dates with her mother-in-law. She even took charge of his younger cousins, keeping them out of trouble and guiding them with patience. Every game she could attend during football season? She was there.

What the fuck?

The room tilted sideways, her stomach cramped like someone just punched her in the gut, and her mouth started to salivate uncontrollably. She dropped to her knees just in time. Her body heaved over the toilet as she vomited, everything inside her coming up in sharp, gut wrenching waves. Her body was sore and empty from expelling everything out of her stomach, but her mind was full and hosted an uncontrollable storm of disbelief and pain.

After cleaning herself up, she gently pulled the bathroom door open, careful not to wake her husband, and padded out of their bedroom and into the kitchen to the smell of leftover party food lingering in the air. She started the coffee maker, the whirring and bubbling sounds filling the otherwise quiet apartment.

Is this what it felt like to be in the twilight zone?

Still slightly drunk, a little sore physically, and confused? She couldn’t stop her mind from replaying events of the night before, dissecting every interaction.

Amara’s carefully neutral expressions. The way she backed away when Terry came outside to check on her. That fact that Terry didn't leave her alone with Amara long when he noticed them together. Marks slurred words. Terry’s affectionate kisses. Was everything a facade?

The sound of heavy footsteps broke her trance. She glanced over her shoulder to see Terry, shirtless and groggy, scratching the back of his neck as he approached.

“Morning,” he grunted sleepily.

“Morning,” Drea replied, forcing a small smile.

He reached above her grabbing two mugs to pour their coffee and pulled the creamer out of the fridge. She was so deep in thought she couldn’t even hear the last drops of coffee sputtering out from the machine.

“Hell of a party, huh? I don’t think I’ve been that drunk in years,” Terry laughed, handing her a mug three quarters of the way filled so she’d have room for her favorite cream and sugar.

“You deserved it. Everyone had a great time.”

“You were incredible last night, by the way baby. That speech? Perfect!” Terry took a sip of his coffee, closing his eyes slowly in content as the coffee worked its magic.

She watched him as he just sat there completely at ease? It was hard to believe Terry would be capable of anything suspicious when he looked so relaxed, so utterly free of concern. Like a man who’d just retired...

They fell into a silence that was comfortable for him, blissfully unaware of the confusion and doubt swirling within his wife.

It was at that moment she decided. This is it.

She decided right then and there to be done with Mark and his bullshit. In over 10 years, her husband never gave her a reason to doubt him and here she was driving herself crazy just because his drunk ass friend said so?

No.

Enough was enough.

A Week Later

The past week had been a delicate balancing act for Andrea. On the surface, life with Terry’s retirement was settling into a peaceful rhythm. For the first time in what felt like forever, they woke up together each morning, no more rushed goodbyes or hurried calls squeezed between drills or assignments.

Terry was home and Andrea was determined to savor every moment, but beneath the surface, as much as she tried to forget, Mark’s words lingered in her mind. A poisonous echo she refused to give life to. She hadn’t confronted Terry, nor had she read or replied to any of Mark’s follow up messages. Instead, she buried herself in creating a routine for their life together.

Mornings began with shared coffee on their balcony, the harbor stretching out before them like an ever changing painting. They laughed more often, rediscovering the rhythm of living in the same space. Andrea even convinced Terry to join her in pilates and yoga, an experience that had them dying of laughter as Terry struggled to maintain poses Andrea had mastered with ease.

Still in quiet moments when Terry wasn’t looking, Andrea found herself studying him, watching for cracks, signs, or anything that might confirm or deny the suspicions Mark had planted. She hated this new version of herself, self conscious, suspicious, and guarded. But she couldn’t shake the doubt.

Today, though, she was determined to push past it.

Today was about them.

Andrea stood in front of her closet, smoothing the soft fabric of a turtle neck dress she hadn’t worn in ages. Its cranberry hue complimented her warm brown skin, and the way it cinched at her waist gave her a boost of confidence. She paired it with simple gold hoops, target shark boot dupes, then checked her reflection in the mirror.

“Drea” Terry called from the living room, his voice carrying easily through their apartment “You almost ready to go to lunch? I’m starving over here!”

After clipping her cherry charm on her coach purse, Andrea grabbed it and stepped into the living room smiling. Terry’s eyes lit up when he saw her. He was wearing dark Levi’s jeans and a crisp black button down rolled up to his elbows, each cuff pressed with precision . His gold chain glistening subtly at his neck, catching just enough light to draw the eye.

“You look amazing,” he said, crossing the room to kiss her cheek.

“Thank you, Handsome” she replied softly, smoothing his shirt collar. “Ready to go?”

They took the short walk through the whipping wind to a bistro situated on the harbor, the warm sun heating their faces between gusts of frigid air. The restaurant was cozy, with open windows framing the water below, and the sound of soft jazz played over the hum of quiet conversations. Their table was dimly lit and tucked into a corner. Andrea sipped on a mimosa while Terry ordered a whiskey neat.

“To us,” Terry said, raising his glass. “And to finally have time to enjoy life together.”

Andrea clinked her glass to his, smiling even as a small knot of unease tightened in her chest. She took a long sip, the cool drink washing it away and calming her nerves. As their meals arrived, Terry reached across the table to take her hand.

“You’ve been a little quiet these past couple of days,” he said, his thumb rushing over her knuckles. “Is everything okay?”

Andrea hesitated, the question she’d been avoiding rising to the surface. Her instincts told her to retreat, to keep things light, but the weight of unspoken words between them was growing too heavy. Instead, she decided to share an honest truth about something else.

“I’ve been adjusting,” she admitted. “It’s… different, not being a military wife anymore. It feels like I’m learning how to be your partner all over again.”

Terry nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I can understand that. I’ve been adjusting too. It’s strange not having a mission to wake up to every day, but honestly, I’ve never been happier. You’re my mission now.”

The sincerity in his voice tugged at Andrea’s heart. She smiled, squeezing his hand. “I think we’re going to be just fine,” she said more to herself than to him.

“We got this baby,” he replied.

“Hey, later on tonight around dinner I told Amara she could stop by so I could look over her Q1 report. I wanted to give you a heads up.”

Andrea winced at the mention of Amara's name but quickly put on a smile, grateful that Terry’s attention was fixed on his plate and not on her.

“That’s fine, honey,” she said, her tone overly sweet to mask her irritation. “You trying to reenlist already?” Her attempt to tease him for missing work made him chuckle.

“No. Not at all,” he said, shoving a fry in his mouth and pausing to chew. “But we’ve been talking about this for a while now, and I think it’s time we really commit to it. You know?”

Andrea raised an eyebrow, a knowing and amused smirk curling on her lips. “And what’s that?”

Seeing Terry nervous was a rare sight, This man, her man, was the embodiment of quiet confidence. But in this moment, seeing him a little unsure made him less militant and more real, more human. She loved it.

“You know,” he murmured, tracing the rim of his glass with his long finger. “Having a baby.”

Andrea sat up a little straighter, a mixture of surprise and warmth settling in her chest as she watched him wrestle with his words.

“It’s just… I’ve been thinking about this a lot. Like, really thinking about it,” he continued, his voice growing more tentative. “And now that I’m home for good, I feel like we’re ready. It’s terrifying, but I know we can do this, Dre!” he said confidently. He paused and glanced up at the ceiling reflecting on his words.

“I mean, when I look at you, like really look at you, I can’t think of why we should wait any longer,” he said, his voice softer now as he clasped his hands together and fiddled with his fingers.

“You’re so compassionate, and strong, and you’ve been an amazing wife.. I can’t imagine how amazing you’ll be as a mom. But… It's a big step. I just want to make sure we’re both ready for this. I know you’ve been working from home, but it might still be a lot with the baby crying all night, and trying to get them to calm down, and… well… you’d really be stuck with me forever after that.” He pursed his lips, cutting himself off mid rant.

He tried to stay quiet and listen to her response, but he couldn’t help himself, the words just kept spilling out. And Andrea listened intently, her smile growing he waved his hands around and continued yapping away.

“I’ll recon when we get home… logistically, it’s a lot of groundwork to cover. We’ll need to baby-proof the house, right? Like all the outlets… And I read something about crib safety… Aww man, and there are so many different types of cribs. And then the sleep schedules? Oh shit, the sleep schedules, don’t even get me started on that... We might not sleep for years if we don’t figure that out. Have you heard about sleep training, baby? Some people swear it’s bullshit, but others-”

“Terry” Andrea interrupted with a laugh, unable to hold it in any longer.

He froze, his ocean blue eyes widening as it set in how much he’d been rambling non-stop.

“Sorry… It’s just a lot to think about, you know?”

“I know,” Andrea said with a teasing smile “Look at you, all.. flustered.”

“I am not flustered,” he says with a raised eyebrow now trying to play it cool like he wasn’t just about to lose his mind over the number of crib manufacturers.

“Yeah, you are, and you’ve really thought about this Terry. Probably more than I have, actually.” She says letting out a small laugh.

“You’re really worked up, huh? I thought I would be the one freaking out but look at you, baby! I can’t believe it,” she teased.

There was a softness in Andrea’s voice as she teased him, but underneath it was still a deep affection. She was used to Terry’s steady control, the way he carried the world on his shoulders without flinching. But in this moment, she saw the crack in his armor, and it made him even more real to her. He was truly home for good and the reminder of their new reality and what their future had in store was unexpectedly endearing. Her smirk faded, the desire to tease replaced by something tender, something that pulled her closer. Love. In these small, unguarded moments, when he was a little unsure, she loved him even more. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, her heart swelling.

“Alright, now..” Terry responded, trying to stifle a smile, “I guess I just.. I want to make sure we’re on the same page and doing this for the right reasons, you know? And I just keep thinking, what if we-”

“Terry,” Andrea interrupted, cutting him off with a gentle smile

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

He scrunched his brows, processing her words slowly.

“Wait… what?”

“I said yes, Terry. Yes, we can start trying for a baby.” her tone was light, still amused by how flustered he was.

A deep breath escaped him, one he probably didn’t even realize he was holding. His face softened, and his voice quieted, the relief evident in his words.

“I just wanted to make sure-" he started, but then stopped himself. His face softening as he finally looked at her.

Quietly and laced with gratitude he said, "Thank you."

"For saying yes," he clarified simply.

Andrea reached up to gently cup his face and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “Of course,” she assured, her voice soft and certain.

“I’m ready for this, Terry. We’re ready.”

As they continued their meal, Andrea allowed herself to fully relax, leaning into the warmth of the moment. For the first time all week, she felt like she could breathe. They lingered at the table long after their plates were cleared, sharing stories, laughing, and stealing small touches. By the time they left the restaurant, Andrea felt lighter, convinced that the life she dreamed of with Terry was not only still within reach, but on it's way to becoming a reality. As they walked back to their apartment, hand in hand, the weight of their discussion settled softly between them, unspoken but understood. She looked up at him as he held the door for her to enter their building, and in that moment, everything felt right.

Terry leaned against the door frame of their bedroom, arms lightly crossed, with a small smile playing on his lips as he watched his wife sit on the bed, pulling the zipper of her boots down.

Retirement meant he didn’t have to rush to bed, worry about the next mission, checking in with superiors, or making sure the squad had all their gear prepared.

The absence of all pressure was both relieving and unsettling because for the first time since high school he could take a breath without the weight of his unit, his family, his country, and the world on his chest. Andrea had always been the rock in their relationship while he was away, but now, Terry could feel that she was learning how to navigate this shift in their dynamic as well.

The soft orange glow of the afternoon sun illuminated their bedroom highlighting her every move. She slipped off one boot, then the other, and Terry felt an undeniable urge to help.

“Need a hand?” he asked, his voice low as he approached slowly closing the space between them.

Drea looked up through lashes, a playful gleam in her eyes “Of course.”

“Come here and turn around”

She stood up and walked toward him. Following his command and turned her back to his chest so he could unzip her dress revealing her new red satin fenty set.

His voice was a low growl, his eyes heavy and glazed with desire. “This for me?” he asked.

She didn’t answer with words, but instead nodded, her lips twitching as she fought to hold back a smirk.

His hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer. He wanted her in every sense. But more than that, this was now a mission, he wanted her to be the mother of his children, and to build a life together that was deeper than just the two of them.

Andrea’s fingers slid down his neck, her touch soft but possessive, as if she too could feel the responsibility of the commitment they decided to make, the commitment to create something more. Terry couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful than that and the desire to take care of her while she carried his babies sent shivers down his spine.

“Terry, are you sure about this?” she whispered, her voice was low but steady and he felt the weight of her question.

“I’m sure,” he breathed out, his words thick with emotion. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against hers.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Terry sat back, a quiet smile tugging at his lips as he looked at Andrea with feet set in place on either side of his hips and her hands planted firmly on his chest. His hands moved up and down her back in a steady soothing rhythm as she bounced up and down his shaft.

They’d been each other's first everything, first kiss, first love, first time. They’d explored one another’s bodies so many times it felt like they knew each other inside and out, every scar, every curve, every mole. He knew if she wanted to she could make him bust in seconds, and all he had to do was give her “that look” and she’d be gone off into the stratosphere.

But something about this time, intentionally trying to conceive, felt completely different.

It was like they were 16 and starting all over again. Every movement and touch was mesmerizing, like they were discovering something they’d long since memorized. The softness of her skin under his calloused palms rooted him in the moment, where every little thing felt significant.

There was no rushing. As the sun dipped lower, its fading light reflected off her nipple piercings, casting a soft red and pink glow.

Terry gripped her ass and quickly flipped them over, a little faster than intended, earning a soft giggle from Andrea.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with lust and affection, before pressing a light kiss to his chest, right over his heart.

“I love you,” she whispered

“I love you,” he murmured against her neck, his voice low and sincere. “..so much, Dre.”

Using one hand to support his weight and the other gripping her waist he rolled his hips slowly, sinking deeper with each thrust. The sound of her slickness filled the air and with each plunge into her sex, he could feel his tip gliding against her cervix. Drea's moans grew louder, raw and throaty, as if they were coming from somewhere deep within her soul. Terry's focus was unwavering, driven by a single obsessive intent, to breed her and make her his in every way possible. He felt that familiar sensation building deep in his stomach, a warmth spreading quickly through his entire body.

"Baby..." he cooed, placing soft kisses along her shoulder.

She moaned softly, her legs tightening around him, but she didn't speak, her eyes still shut as she lost herself in the moment.

“Andrea.. Look at me now” he said more sternly.

When her eyes finally blinked open, he gently asked “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes Daddy!” she shouted, her voice strained as she answered without hesitation.

His rhythm faltered, something about that word ignited a spark in him. Something primal.

“Daddy, huh?” he said, his voice a little rougher than intended “I didn’t know Daddy sounded so good on me.”

“Oh, it sounds perfect on you” she breathed out

“Yeah? Ok, mama…”

“Yes!” she cried out in pleasure, “Let’s make a baby, Daddy”

Those words were all it took, and Terry released what felt like the heaviest load in the deepest part of her pussy. With every stroke, his love for her seemed to intensify, and they came together gazing at each other through the haze of passion driven intoxication.

With their bodies tangled together, surrounded by disarrayed pillows and damp sheets, he basked in the pure feeling of satisfaction and contentment. They stayed that way for a moment, neither moving, just listening to the sound of each other's breathing and racing heartbeats, until Drea gently tapped at his butt cheek, signaling him to roll over.

“I’ve been doing some research…” Terry mumbled while intentionally keeping his pelvis aligned with hers so he didn’t slip out of her wet folds, gently flipping them over so she could be on top.

“I read something about how I should stay inside you for a bit after to increase our chances…” he said closing his eyes lazy clearly still sensitive to her touch

“Oh yeah?” Drea chucked as she straddled him. His hands instinctively went to her hips as she teasingly rocked back and forth slowly up and down his shaft, tracing patterns on his chest, and savoring the quiet aftermath of their decision. Her soft moans filled the space around them and as he laid there, Terry couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning. A new chapter starting for the both of them.

He opened his eyes, gently placed his hand on her stomach, and started rubbing small circles. “Hey baby,” he whispered with a grin

She burst into laughter, unable to hold it in. “We’re probably gonna need to try more than once, baby.”

“We can try,” he said, tickling her sides for emphasis, “...whenever you want, baby. But I got that super sperm. He’s in there. I know it.” He said, pressing his lips and giving her a confident nod.

“He!? Oh my God, Terry, please just stop!” she laughed, nearly out of breath from her fit of giggles

His watch beeped alerting him that it was the top of the hour. “Matter fact, I need to make sure he in there good, let me see something…” Using his hand to brace the back of her neck he flipped them over once again laying Andrea down on her back.

"I got a meeting in a hour. Now that my first procreation tour is complete..." Terry said, his voice trailing off "...It's playtime.

"Let's see how fast I can make you cum again." he added with a mischievous grin

He pulled out, sat up on his knees, and leaned back for a better view. She could feel the cooling sweat from his thighs dripping down the back of her legs; Everything was sticky and from this angle he could see all his precious potential babies getting ready to slide out of her and onto the mattress.

Gravity was a bitch.

Using the head of his dick, he scooped up what he could and slid back into her, mixing her cream with his seed as he pumped in and out. Terry was determined; they were making a baby today.

He studied every feature on her face as she moaned in pleasure, like he was seeing her for the first time, she was beyond beautiful. Truly. Inside and out. This new phase of their life was the beginning of something so sweet he thought. So many new adventures they had to look forward to without the daily stress and worry that he might not make it home.

He couldn’t help but wonder which traits their little bundle of joy would inherit from their mother. He wanted his son to look just like her. He used his right hand to push her thigh to her chest and his left thumb to circle her clit, using any of their cum that did manage to seep out as natural lubricant. Terry's gaze was focused on her lips, he locked in on the subtle difference her top lip slightly darker than the bottom a feature he always admired. Andrea bit her bottom lip, arching her back as her eyes squeezed shut. That's when he heard a soft word echo across the room.

“Oh”

He blinked, confused. Then knitted his brows together. He knows he heard it. Clear as day, but her lips didn’t move. Terry knew he gave good dick. But telepathy? This was next level shit right here.

Andrea continued nibbling on her bottom lip, her breath coming in shallow gasps and he started drilling inside her steadily.

That’s when Terry noticed her out of the corner of his eye. Amara hovered in the doorway watching like she was trying to memorize every detail, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. A quiet realization hit him. She's the one who spoke.

His curiosity peaked as he wondered how long she’d been standing there watching them. His gaze drifted to her feet, her crisp white shoes giving away the otherwise dark silhouette. His eyes slowly traveled upward as he took in her figure from the ground up. When his eyes reached her face, they locked with hers for a moment while he continued rolling his hips and thrusting in and out and in…

“fuuuccckkk” he exhaled, his eyes fluttering shut as he threw his head back in sheer ecstasy when Andrea clenched around him.

She was nearing her next orgasm and completely unaware of her husband’s work wife standing in the threshold of their bedroom staring. When he opened his eyes Amara was still locked in place observing, it was odd the way she watched them with unnerving focus, it was more strange that his dick was still hard and he couldn’t bring himself to pull out.

When their eyes met once again, Amara dropped her phone and the 3 ring binder she was holding. It smacked the floor with a loud slap. Opening her eyes wide with shock, Andrea’s head snapped toward noise. Shows over.

“OH MY GOD!”

Drea jolted up using all the strength in her core to force herself into a forward crunch so she could straddle Terry’s hips. She locked her arms around his waist and buried her face in Terry’s neck; he twitched involuntarily inside her. There was no way there were finishing this round but he didn't want to stop, he still felt her throbbing around his member and her warm breath heating his neck. Damn.

“Sorry! Shit- Sorry!” Amara stammered, looking at her feet now, clearly flustered.

She crouched down awkwardly to grab the binder, fumbling with her phone on the floor unable to pick it up on the first try. Terry stayed on his knees holding Drea close to his chest and felt around for a sheet to wrap around them.

“You gotta be fuckin kidding me,” Drea mumbled out against his neck.

When Amara finally got a grip on her phone she dashed out the room, pulling on the door handle to get it to close, and disappeared quickly down the hallway like she needed to talk to a man about a horse.

Once the door slammed shut Andrea looked at him, still processing what had just happened, her face flushed and eyes narrowed. Terry removed the blanket and placed his hand on her back to lower her down on the bed. He pulled himself gently out of her and gravity was back at it again. What a waste.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, “I didn’t expect that.”

The bed shifted below from Andrea standing up “I’ll.. uh… I’ll be in the bathroom,” she said with a nod toward the shower.

There was no masking the confused expression on her face as she slowly walked away. Terry wasn’t sure how to feel. He was relieved that Andrea hadn’t said anything more, especially with Amara still in their home, but he could sense the tension building in her too. That didn’t sit right with him. Annoyed by the interruption, the difficult conversation he’d need to have with Drea, and the work waiting for him with Mara, he swung his legs off the bed and grabbed his Levi’s and wife beater from the floor. After dressing quickly, he made his way to the living room to go over Amara’s report. He wanted to get it done as fast as possible.

As he approached the common area he stopped by the kitchen to wash his hands at the sink, it was probably best not to get sweat and cum all over official government documentation. He could see Amara sitting on the couch fiddling and organizing papers that must’ve jumped out of place when her binder fell.

“Sorry you had to see all that” he yelled out from behind the island.

“I was kinda expecting you to knock,” he said with a soft chuckle trying to make light of the awkward situation as he grabbed a paper towel to dry his hands.

She didn’t respond immediately, once she had everything sorted back into place and snapped the rings of the binder closed, she stood up.

“Why the fuck would you ask me to come here Terry!?” she spat venomously.

Terry paused, his face momentarily blank as he processed what she’d just said. Then, as if a switch had flipped, his expression darkened, and his handsome features contorted into a fierce scowl.

Menacing.

Lethal.

If looks could kill she’d be on her way to the morgue.

“Why are you talking to me like you just caught me cheating on you Amara?” He whispered back harshly, lowering his neck so he could look her directly in her eyes.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, he kept going “I was with my wife, you here early as shit might I add, and you just let yourself in like you own the place? Huh? That key was supposed to be for emergencies only Amara, I mean what’s good with you my nigga!?"

Before she could respond, he pressed on with a very important question,

"Who. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking. To!?” he gritted out, his voice growing louder with each word.

Retirement had already started to chip away at his legendary composure and unwavering demeanor. Pleasantries were gone. Pokerface be damned. He was beyond pissed and she knew it. To avert his gaze and his sharp arched eyebrow, she dropped her head and stared at her hands taking a deep breath before replying.

“I know she’s your real wife, Terry. But I miss you!" she whined.

"I asked for your help on this report but I thought..” She trailed off ‘..I thought since you have all this free time now that you’re retired that you might want to spend some of it with me.”

“Mara, what are you-”

“Actually, I’m going to go,” she interrupted. “This was silly and I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt and I definitely didn't realize you’d be 'that' busy if I came by early.”

Amara didn’t wait for a response. She picked up her things, turned on the heels of her crisp AF1s and walked out, leaving Terry standing in the middle of the room.

From the shower Andrea watched their exchange unfold on her phone from their security camera as the hot water trickled down her body. It was as if Amara’s words hung in the air like smoke. Terry stood there motionless, staring at the door as she walked out. When the door clicked shut behind her, he let out a long sigh and plopped down on the couch holding his head in his hands. Through the screen her eyes stayed locked on him and she observed him using his flattened palms to run his hands forward over his little waves, focusing on the rhythm to ground himself.

Her hands trembled as she clicked her phone shut, she was right back to where she was the night of the party. Scared, uncertain, and questioning everything. Those words echoing again in her thoughts:

They’ve been fucking.

She had successfully buried everything Mark said deep, she trusted Terry, she believed in him. But now? The air was once again filled with doubt.

“This shit not normal," she muttered to herself.

She could feel the weight of what she’d just seen settle in. Drea couldn’t keep pretending her feelings of doubt weren’t there no matter how much she wanted to have faith in Terry. So, this was just the start. If she wanted the truth, she’d have to dig deeper. And this time, she wouldn’t stop until she found it.

A/N: This was my first attempt at a little smut scene. Imma need my OG writing girlies out there to host a masterclass because I'd like to register asaptually! I think I got one last chapter in the chamber to finish this one out. K. Thanks. Byeeeeee 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

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redvexillum · 7 months ago

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Here me out. Vox working on wiring some new monitors and getting tangled in the wires. His lovely little assistant finds her boss stuck, wires pulling his shirt a bit up and... well... Vox is pissy becasue he's being seen stuck but he needs help. And the more he tries to wiggle out of the wires, the tighter they get and oh my, does he like that?

🦊- just a random fox passing through, nothing to see here. Def Not Kit.

Dearest Kit or Def Not Kit, I've been going feral over Vox x Reader and I have no one to blame but you for making me fall deeper in love with the flat screen TV-head demon. Your request has been living rent free in my head since the day I saw your devilish prompt sitting sexily in my inbox. Kit or Def Not Kit. Do you see my request list on my front page? Do you see how long it is? I say this with utmost love and respect for you, but damn you for making me possessed and open my word document at 1 in the morning as the story gets longer and longer. XOXO, RedVexi 💋

SUMMARY: Your boss is a class-A hole, and you had envisioned tormenting him for all the overtime he was forcing you to work. Truly, he was ensuring that your time in Hell was...Hell. Perhaps it was you burning out, but you had a very vivid, steamy dream of your boss.

...At least, you were pretty sure it was a dream.

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, assistant!reader, dom/sub undertone, sub!Vox, dom!reader, hating your boss to confused h*rny, reader has vivid s*xual imagination, reader is extremely sleep deprived and is so done with Vox's shenanigans, Vox is sort-of a jerk, fluff if you squint

At first, the letters on your document seemed to shift ever so slightly, causing you to misread some of the words. You squinted, trying to focus on each letter, but it was no use. The words began to dance and twist, performing their own chaotic ballet at an infuriatingly quick tempo. Your head spun, the floor beneath you tilted slightly at an angle, and a sharp pain pierced behind your eyes.

“Ah, fuck,” you muttered, pressing your hand against the middle of your throbbing forehead in a futile attempt to alleviate the discomfort. You took a deep, fortifying breath and reached for your energy drink, downing the sickly sweet liquid that had become your elixir of life. You had lost count after the tenth can, and the end of your workload seemed to grow every time you checked your to-do list.

Everyone else had long since left the office, leaving you alone in the oppressive silence of mandatory overtime, working under the relentless demands of the most unreasonable, Hell-worthy, boss.

The weight of exhaustion pressed down on you, the muscles in your back and neck ached, and your mind screamed for a moment of reprieve. The flickering fluorescent lights above cast a harsh glare on the endless sea of paperwork before you. Each page mocked your efforts, sadistically laughing at you to try to make sense of the cryptic mess of letters and numbers that the previous assistant had left behind.

As you took another swig of the energy drink, the taste no longer registered, your tongue felt tingly yet numb. It was just a means to an end, a way to keep pushing forward despite the shroud of fatigue threatening to take away your sight.

“Just a few more hours,” you whispered to yourself, a mantra of survival in the face of exhaustion. The words offered no comfort, but they were all you had now. Taking another deep breath, you picked up one of the many documents littered across your desk. One look and a wave of frustration crashed into you. What was the previous assistant even trying to achieve?

Nothing made sense.

Groaning, you leaned back in your chair, letting your head fall back as you squeezed your eyes shut. How many days had it been since you’d had a full night’s sleep? You’d thought being a personal assistant to the CEO of VoxTek – an Overlord of Hell – would pave your path with literal gold.

Instead, you were wading through a relentless tide of paperwork, guzzling obscene amounts of energy drinks, and simmering in a pit of sexual frustration. Seriously, when was the last time you got laid? Every single one of your partners had left you, fed up with being forever second to your work.

This morning, your girlfriend – ah, ex-girlfriend now – had screamed at you to choose between her and your job. Before you could respond, your Vwatch buzzed, reminding you it was time to pick up your boss’ dry cleaning.

With an apologetic smile, you gave her a quick peck on the cheek and pleaded to postpone the conversation until after work. The last thing you heard before you closed the door was her muttering: “Go fuck yourself.”

And…fuck yourself indeed because the moment you sat at your desk to slog through another hellish day of ungodly work hours, your phone vibrated with her text message. Her final text message telling you that she was leaving you.

Sighing deeply, the weight of her words pressed down on you. It was a reminder that you were sacrificing everything for your job once again.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, the fluorescent lights blinded you temporarily. You had died like this – overworked to death for a massive corporation when you were alive. Was this truly your fate, to repeat your human life in Hell?

Could you find happiness even in this damned place?

Your shoulders jolted up, and you scrambled to sit upright as you heard the loud crackle of electricity echoing inside the empty room. The demon responsible for your lack of sleep and failing relationships boldly strolled through your office the moment he materialized out from the security camera.

The prick, a.k.a. your boss.

“There you are!” Your boss, with all the glory of a cheap flat-screen TV for a head, loomed over you. With a click of his tongue, he narrowed his red digital eyes. “I asked you to bring me the reports thirty seconds ago!” he pointed at your Vwatch, the manacle chaining you to the company, to him.

You felt your left eye twitch once, twice.

Thirty fucking seconds.

Was this for real? Was he seriously pissed off because you didn’t run to his fucking safety hazard of an office within thirty seconds?

The rage simmered beneath your exhaustion, a boiling, whistling kettle ready to blow its top. The audacity of this bitch-ass baby, to demand so much for so little recognition. Every muscle in your body begged for rest, for a break from the relentless grind that had followed you from the mortal world to damnation.

Lord, you hated him. Never mind that he could have picked up the fucking report himself. He literally had the power to teleport anywhere in the building through the security cameras, which were everywhere.

A sudden, intrusive thought barged its way through your mind. This was your moment. Your moment to finally release the manacle that had been wrapped around your right wrist for the past nine and a half years. A moment to throw this cheaply made watch at his equally tacky flat-screened face.

Your left fingers twitched, but you remained still, sitting in the chair with your head bowed.

Were you being too rash?

Yes. You were.

You weren’t thinking clearly, overworked and burnt out as you were.

You couldn't quit even if you wanted to...at least not right now.

The muscles in your eyes continued to twitch as your ears slowly honed in on the sound of Vox throwing a bitch-fit, comparing you to his last assistant, who was “so” much better. He made sure to stress the word “so,” emphasizing your supposed lack of drive, productivity, and quality of work.

You weren’t really listening to his words. His voice melded seamlessly with the whirring of the computer fans, a droning background noise to your mounting frustration. Each of his cutting remarks sliced through the restraint that held your volatile anger at bay.

Vox could leave now that he had his report, but he chose to belittle you instead. Your gaze flickered to your wrist, to the cursed device that had dictated the course of your life. You were sure that if you threw this watch at his face, the look of shock glitching across the screen would be quite hilarious.

“Are you even listening?” he snapped, his voice pulling you back from the haze of your addicting, intrusive thoughts.

Your eyes flicked back up, meeting the static-filled screen that served as his face. “Yes, sir,” you lied, your voice steady despite the turmoil within.

“God, I’m surrounded by imbeciles, you and Val–” Vox continued to rant out into the vast empty office that only housed the two of you.

Couldn’t he see that everyone else had already left? Couldn’t he appreciate that you were still working after hours every single day for almost a fucking decade just to meet his unreasonable expectations?

Jaws clenching, you continued to hold back your frustration and ire by the skin of your teeth. Couldn’t he just let you catch a single break? For fuck’s sake, you had just gone through a breakup because, once again, you had chosen work – chosen him – instead of your girlfriend, instead of your happiness.

The desire to pull on his gaudy red bow tie tight, making sure he felt the constriction around his throat, was overwhelming. You imagined pushing him onto your desk, straddling him. You would make sure to crinkle all his precious reports for good measure too.

Your gaze landed on the way the light reflected off the flat screen of his face. You would smack him, open-handed, just like you used to do with your grandpa’s old television when it fritzed out.

You remembered your grandpa’s words: You only need one good smack to get it working right again, dear.

Maybe all Vox needed was that one good smack to be fucking humble for once. Then your eyes dropped to the front of his pants. He was such a massive dick, probably compensating for the size of his package.

How you wanted to strangle his limp, tiny dick, to see him helpless and subdued. Maybe you could wrap his dick with the goddamn cables you always tripped over whenever you visit his office.

A smirk lifted your lips as you envisioned the scene. Vox, strung up by his pathetic, limp dick, his eyes wide with fear and humiliation. He would cry and whine, begging you to stop, but you wouldn’t. After all, this had been a long time coming, a deserved retribution for all the bullshit and verbal abuse he had hurled your way.

“— and don’t get me started on the fact that you look like a hot mess! Don’t you know that VoxTek has an image to uphold–”

You imagined forcing him to fold over your desk. You’d make him take his cock into his mouth, the humiliating act of self-servitude making him gag. With one hand, you’d grip the edge of his head, shoving his face down further, and with the other, you’d ram a thick, fat dildo into his tight, unused ass.

His pathetic whimpers would be muffled by the growing hardness in his mouth, a pitiful noise that only drove your desire to dominate him completely.

You’d thrust into him relentlessly, the dildo filling him over and over. The tight ring of his ass would pucker up, trying to grip the dildo, to keep it shoved up all the way in his ass. Each thrust would be a punishment, a reminder of every insult and degrading comment he had thrown at you.

“All I’m saying is, I expect better from you–”

You would fuck him hard and fast with the toy, spurred on by his moans he would desperately want to hold back.

Vox let out a sardonic laugh. “Then again, maybe that’s asking too much, expecting something incredibly simple from you–”

You would thrust into him, again.

“You had one job, and you can’t even–”

Again.

“Are you even trying–”

And again, until you forced him to swallow his own pathetic release. The thought was intoxicating, having Vox submit completely to you. You could see it vividly: his face contorting with a mix of pain and unexpected pleasure. His eyes would squeeze shut, trying to stop the tears forming in his eyes.

“Sorry, sir,” you blurted out, feeling the heat creeping up to your cheeks and below your gut. Holy shit, were you seriously just thinking of all that? Were you fantasizing about…

Your boss.

Your fucking boss.

Shit.

You were more exhausted than you thought. Clearly, you were horny, tired, and caffeinated to the point of insanity to even entertain the idea of touching your fucking boss.

Fuck, you desperately needed rest.

Vox paused, his eyes widened giving you a glimpse of a myriad of emotions you couldn't recognize except one: vulnerability. But that didn't make sense because you meant so little to him – he gave two shits about you.

Before you could scrutinize further, he cleared his throat drawing you away from your circling thoughts. “Yes, well, I expect you to get the reports for the new project organized before tomorrow morning.”

This time, it was your turn for your eyes to widen. “B-but, sir, th-that's going to take me all night!” You couldn’t stop the whine from spilling out.

His expression remained impassive, the flat screen of his face reflecting your frustration and fatigue back at you. “And?” he said, his tone cold and merciless. “That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?”

The weight of his words doused your initial flare of anger and was now replaced with perpetual exhaustion. Your body screamed for rest, for a break from this endless cycle of work. But as you looked at Vox, you knew there was no escape, at least not tonight.

You would push through, as you always did, because, like an idiot you had signed a contract with him to work for Voxtek for the next ten years. You couldn't afford to break that contract, as it would be an automatic forfeiture of your soul.

Curling your fingers into a tight fists, you repeated the same words that acted as your only saving grace for the past two years. You counted down the time before you could finally be freed.

Six more months.

Six more months of working under your shitty boss until you could quit and never look back.

The thought of freedom was a fragile hope, barely enough to sustain you through the grinding monotony and constant humiliation. The tension in your body slowly eased as your fists unfurled, letting your hands hang limply by your sides.

Swallowing the bitter taste of frustration, you forced yourself to nod. "Yes, sir, I'll get it–"

Vox walked away before you could finish your sentence, disappearing with a flash of electricity through his security camera.

Sighing, you looked at the pile of papers haphazardly covering your desk. The faint hum of the overhead lights and the whirring of computer fans were your only companions. You rubbed your temples, feeling the tension in your head intensify.

You picked up a stack of papers, and your eyes caught sight of your cell phone peeking out from the mound of documents.

It looked like you had another long night ahead of you.

Not that it mattered.

You had no one to come home to anyway.

NEXT ->

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lovetei · 1 year ago

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Wassup my children I came back with the(ir) milk :b

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MC and their boy toys or the characters with a toxic MC

Warnings: Wrong use of car, smut, wrong grammar, wrong spellings, overstimulation, orgasm denial, semi-public, the reader is Implied to have a strap or a disco stick but not specified, bottom characters, not choking but air deprivation

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

He is one of the most regal personalities in the whole of Hell

So thinking that he would be submissive, to a human at worst, will not even cross a normal demons mind

But that does not stop him from falling into your alluring spell now

Being ready to please and even walk on all fours just for his favorite human behind closed doors

You slammed the door open and when Lucifer heard that familiar entrance he just can't help but stand up from his seat out of instinct "I-Is there something wrong..?" He stuttered out, getting too excited knowing what will come next.

You wasted no time, closing and locking the door immidiately and making your way into his desk. Carrying him and slamming him into his own desk before you buried your tongue down his throat.

You ripped his shirt open and exposed his neck before you buried your teeth in it, leaving the beautiful marks he will treasure every morning in front of the mirror.

"M-My love... Please answer my question-" He begged just to got quite down when your hands gripped his cheeks "Shut the fuck up now, since when did I let you talk without permission?" He gulped at your response, a twisted feeling of lust rising up his stomach.

MAMMON

People knows how much Mammon treasures his previous cars

Not even letting his brothers use it and only driving it when going into casinos saying that it brings him luck when he do so

But that's not what MC knows when he made Mammon drive that car in a hidden spot inside a forest almost every night.

"S-SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCKK FUCK B-BABY PLEASE!~" His moans grew louder and louder as your pace went faster and faster, moving yourself up and down his already bruised hips.

"W-Wait pl-ease!~" With that final phrase his hips bucked up meeting yours with his third release for the night.

"NOoO PLEaSE, STOP STOP STop stop!" He continued to beg as his sobbed interrupted with his speech after he noticed that you're still not stopping.

LEVIATHAN

He locks himself up for three reason, that's what he tell everyone and he refuses to elaborate

But what the people know is that one of the reasons is that he doesn't like to socialize

Another reason is because of his obsession with his anime and games

But the third reason remained unknown for everyone else except for you and Levi

"N-NO I-I'M NOT IGNoriNG YoU MASTER!" His speech slurred as his legs that is placed on your shoulders shook violently as you repeatedly abused his hole with that new toy you got.

He knows his begging is not working when he felt the vibration get more stronger "AH HAH FUCK FUCK fUcK PLeaSE!" drool seeped out the side of his lips as he tried to refrain his hips from pushing the toy deeper.

"I C-CAME! MANY! MANY!" He repeated over and over again as his brain started to shut down out of all the stimulation he have been feeling since earlier.

SATAN

Satan loves the library like it's his own child

He likes the smell of old books

And the quietness inside

Of course, he loves the activities you do inside of it too.

You removed your lips off of his cock making a lewd pop sound before saying "Keep your mouth shut." as you smirked while looking at the poor blonde who's legs are on your shoulders and his hand covering his mouth so obediently.

His eyes are starting to cross as he nod his head obediently. You took him in back to your mouth making him arch his back "N-NoOo! Cum-CumMING!" with that his hips bucked forward, pushing himself deeper down your throat.

You looked up at him as you swallowed his load "Hah! HAH! U-Ugh F-FUck!" He won't stop panting as he gripped the shelves behind him as if his life depends on it before his tears went down "T-Too much!"

ASMODEUS

People always wondered why the social butterfly Asmo started renting private rooms in the club when he's with MC

Maybe

If they turned their music down a little

And stick their head on the door of the private room, they will now.

"A-AH! So GOooOD!" His voice cracked as you ride his cock, even faster than before right after he came.

How many rounds has it been? Three, five? He doesn't remember anymore. All he remembers is that you bent him up and started riding him like the complete slut he is for you.

His loud moans that matches the rhythm of your pace is such a beautiful melody "T-TreAT Me SH-SHOooO goOod!" His speech slurred as his hips moved upwards because of another orgasm.

BEELZEBUB

Beel I known for the emotionless expression he wears everytime

But this class is different

He seemed disturb and hot? Looks like he's bothered...

You made Beel sit in the back with you for two reason, one is because you already know the lesson and two because you wanted to see how long he can keep that expression while you're jerking him off under the table.

"U-Uh..." Is all he can muster up as his legs shook after all the orgasm denial you gave him, you can't let him stain the table with cum now can you?

Right when he started twitching, you moved your hands up and down even faster and stopped it right on the edge again but surprisingly he grabbed your hand and refused to let your hand off his dick.

Guiding your hand to continue moving.

BELPHEGOR

They thought you simply forgive Belphegor for the crime he did

For killing you

But what they didn't know is that you're making him experience it too.

You grabbed him by the hair and lifted his head up from getting buried in a pillow "H-HWAH!" He panted, finally breathing the air you deprived him off earlier.

Right after he started panting, wails and cries escaped him as you pound his ass "S-SHIT! MC!" He managed to scream between sobbs as he felt how his ass is already bruising from how long you've been fucking him.

"I-I'm SO SORry!" His back arched as he shoot another load, adding to the puddle of cum bellow him and yet you never stopped "PLeaSe S-Low DOWN ATleAst!" He wailed before you pushed his head back to the pillow.

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#obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me crack #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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javierssidechick · 3 months ago

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From Ashes to Warmth

Anonymous request : Looove your fics! Craving a HEAVY angst to comfort fic w Arthur x F! gf!!

At your service ma'am 🫡

Word Count: 1,476 words

Summary: Arthur Morgan has always been a man haunted by the choices he's made. But when the weight of his regrets becomes unbearable, he pushes away the one person who loves him most—his girlfriend. In the aftermath of their fight, Arthur must decide if he can let go of his demons long enough to find comfort in her arms again.

Warnings: Heavy angst, self-loathing, brief description of violence, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of death and guilt, soft language, comfort.

Arthur stared out into the wilderness, his jaw clenched as the wind swept through the camp. The fire crackled behind him, its warmth distant, like a memory he couldn't quite hold onto. It had been days since he'd spoken more than a few words to anyone, and even longer since he'd let himself relax. You were always near him, trying, hoping that maybe this time he'd let you in.

But Arthur was stubborn. Too stubborn, too proud, and far too weighed down by guilt. You could see it in his eyes, the way they never quite met yours anymore. He had been slipping away from you, inch by inch, word by word.

Tonight was no different.

"Arthur..." Your voice was soft as you approached, hesitant, the chill of the night biting through your clothes. "Talk to me. Please."

He didn't turn to look at you. His broad shoulders were tense, a wall between you and the pain he refused to share. His silence was as heavy as the air around you.

"Arthur," you tried again, stepping closer, feeling the heat of the fire on your back but nothing from him. "You can't keep doing this. Shutting me out, pretending like you're fine. I'm here. I want to help you."

"Don't need help." His voice was gravelly, strained, and for a moment, it sounded as though he was speaking to himself more than you. "Ain't nothing that can fix this."

Your heart twisted at his words. "You don't have to do it alone."

His jaw tightened, his eyes still fixed on the horizon, the dark woods stretching out like a prison. "You don't get it," he growled, finally turning to face you, his blue eyes shadowed with pain. "I ain't worth saving. Every time I try to do right, all I do is make it worse. People die because of me. Good people."

You took a step closer, reaching out, but he pulled back, the distance between you growing, not just physically, but emotionally.

"I'm no good for you," Arthur muttered, shaking his head. "Best you get away from me 'fore I drag you down too."

It felt like a punch to the gut. "Arthur," your voice cracked, but you held your ground, "you don’t get to decide that for me. You think I don’t know what kind of life you lead? What kind of man you are?"

"Yeah, well, you should." He stepped closer, anger and frustration flashing in his eyes. "You should run, 'cause one day I'll get you killed, just like everyone else."

"I’m not running." Your voice was firm now, standing your ground despite the pain swirling between you two. "I know who you are, Arthur Morgan. And I’m still here. I’m still standing right in front of you because I love you, despite your demons."

His lips parted, surprise flickering across his face, but it was quickly masked by the storm of guilt. "You shouldn’t." His voice cracked, softer now. "You shouldn’t love someone like me."

Tears welled in your eyes, and you fought to keep them at bay. "But I do."

There was a long, tense silence. The only sound between you was the crackling of the fire and the distant howl of the wind. Arthur's shoulders sagged, and for a moment, he looked as though he might collapse under the weight of his own self-loathing.

You closed the gap between you, gently taking his hand in yours. His rough fingers twitched in your grasp, but he didn’t pull away this time.

"You’re not perfect, Arthur," you whispered, squeezing his hand. "But no one is. You don’t have to be perfect to deserve love. I know you've done things you regret. I know the world weighs heavy on you. But you're more than your sins."

Arthur swallowed hard, his eyes dropping to the ground, his hand trembling slightly in yours. For the first time in a long while, he didn’t have anything to say. The fight drained out of him, replaced by something far more fragile.

He let out a shaky breath, the tension in his body slowly melting as you stepped even closer, resting your forehead against his chest. "Let me in," you whispered. "Let me be here for you."

He didn’t respond right away, his breathing uneven, but then his arms wrapped around you. Hesitant at first, but then tighter, as though he was afraid you might slip away. His chin rested atop your head, and you felt the roughness of his beard against your hair.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so damn sorry."

You shook your head against his chest. "You don't have to apologize. Just let me love you, Arthur."

For the first time in what felt like forever, Arthur Morgan let himself fall. Not into the endless abyss of regret, but into your arms, where the warmth of your embrace slowly began to thaw the ice that had long settled around his heart.

And for a brief moment, under the stars and the crackling fire, Arthur allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he was worthy of the love you so freely gave.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 arthur morgan #rdr2 fics #red dead redemption 2 #fluff #rdr2 #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 community #angst

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opiopal · 6 months ago

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I need to ramble a little about this,

about how solmare makes mc in canon pisses me off sometimes. like how easily they can just let themself be cruel and mean to the brothers and other characters. I can't be the only one who gets BAFFLED seeing the options of either be mean or be meaner when it comes to chats or lessons.

and I dont mean "boo hoo i cant take a joke:(((", I mean the fact that Mc constantly joins in on teasing other characters. like, ik mc doesnt have to be a sweet mary sue all the time, and they can have personality, but the whole "we love mc because they are kind ad caring" thing falls apart when we as the players aren't able to let Mc BE KING AND CARING.

the thing it: I got HYPED when I saw we could slap lucifer after he saves us from his damn dog for the first time, because that fucker NEEDED to be hit after all the shit he did. HOWEVER. when there are options to drag down asmo, or mammon, or levi, or ANY of the brothers for NO reason at all and it sucks, they could be minding their own business and all of a sudden mc is given the choice to be like "haha mammon you really are a scum bag" or "asmo I dont like you and you aren't attractive at all."

also, mc isn't even given the option to flirt back with or be romantic with the brothers as often as lucifer. I wouldn't be surprised if lucifer was randomly like "remember when we got married mc" when the player is actively dating literally ANYONE else than him. like seriously, I'll be pushing so hard to have a single flirty message with mammon, and lucifer over here is randomly alluding to mc and him doing the devils tango for 5 hours straight in the library out of the blue.

I personally get frustrated because in game mc is so different to my own mc, which obviously it will be hard to have everyones mc be accommodated and I am aware of that, but can't we have more dialogue diversity when it comes to mc? as in like, a max of four different things. be sassy, be nice, be a little mean, be timid, that kind of stuff. I have it so then my mc doesn't have a single mean bone in their body. they are in anyone and everyones corner. they are 100% someone you could go to for support! someone who is kind and patient!! HOWEVER. they will still call people out, just because she cares about someone does not mean she'll lie to them and tell them the bad thing they did was right. truly caring for someone means being honest with them no matter if the truth hurts or not. so sometimes I do actually appreciate the chance to be a little straight forwards and a bit brutally honest at times! but I still want the chance to tell the brothers to stop picking on mammon, or to tell lucifer to leave belphie alone and that he can't help but be tired, or to tell anyone at all to stop picking on luke, or literally ANYTHING that doesn't lead to a character being targeted by another person they love/care for.

YES. they are demons. they are clearly used to being nasty and mean. and yes they are BROTHERS, and siblings are nasty to each other(trust me, I know. I'm the second youngest of four. I get it.). but that doesn't mean they should have to handle arguments and belittlement from the only people who understand who they are as a person.

idk, it just angers me to think about Mc easily being able to hurt the brothers emotionally and physically just because they felt like it.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me satan #obey me one master to rule them all

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 years ago

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Can I just say that I love Satan and MC's relationship? I'll read fics (romantic or platonic) and just sit there. "Huh."

Yes! Yes! Yes! They have such an underated friendship and they're probably the most similar to each other in the family?

• They're the two newest members in the family

• Neither of them were accepted by the others in the beginning and there was a lot of friction between them and the others

• Neither of them were present in the Celestial Realm with the others and didn't live through two wars with the others

• Neither of them really knew Lilith even though she's an important part of their family

• Both of them only witnessed the past through the eyes of another (MC through Lilith and Satan through Lucifer)

• They're the only two in the family who are more or less related by blood to someone else within the family (Satan to Lucifer and MC to Lilith)

• Physically they're both pretty unique. As far as we know Satan is the only demon created from the anger of an angel. MC is blood related to someone who had the soul of an angel

• They can both be mistaken for "the normal ones" within the family but truthfully they're both just as chaotic as everyone else and are just better at hiding it

• They both like cats and reading

• They both initially had a pretty bad relationship with Lucifer and now though that relationship is better they still like getting on his nerves

• They're both social and have a lot of friends

• They're both good at cooking

• They're both hardworking and responsible when they want to be

• They both look out for the others

• They're both softer with Luke than they are normally with other people

• They're both pretty calm but when pushed to the limit they have an explosive temper - though obviously it takes a lot more to reach MC's limit and a lot less to cool them down

• They both found their perfect place within the family dynamic to the point that you can no longer imagine what it would be like without them

What I'm trying to say is they have a lot of similarities and the biggest one is being the newest members. Imagine how hard it is to be tossed into a tight knit group without your consent and to be expected to just fit in with no issues, specially when it's clear that, at least initially, the others don't want you there? Plus the fact that neither of them went through the same trauma as the others which would have helped the others bond or had to deal with the grief of losing Lilith. It would have been hard having to deal with that on your own, specially with the feeling like you're an outsided who didn't fit in, and didn't deserve to fit in because you didn't live through the same problems as the others. I imagine because of that Satan and MC would have had a lot to bond about and a lot of reason to seek each other out and lean on each other and take comfort from each other.

And we do get to see this in canon as well.

We see in S2 how supportive Satan is of MC and how much he goes out of his way to help them.

We see in S3 how much he trusts them and relies on them. How they silently sit next to each other and hold hands when Satan is upset. How he looks to them for confirmation that he isn't just Lucifer's clone, even after Lucifer himself already said he wasn't.

Also, I might be remembering this wrong, but I'm pretty sure Satan's the only one who apologised to MC for trying to kill them in S1?

We see in Nightbringer how Satan is even more isolated and out of place after only being truly alive for one year. And how much he values MC's opinion and abilities. I could actually write a whole essay on how Satan in Nightbringer seems to look up to MC - (unknowing to him, because they have experience) they seem to fit in with the others in a way that he can't, despite being newer than him, but also in a take charge + competent way that he can respect. MC's attitude probably seems like an ideal to him that he should be able to achieve. They also know how to treat him in a way that makes him feel seen and respected - they don't talk down to him or walk on eggshells around him.* So when they compliment him he takes it more to heart than when the others do and gets flustered and blushes. Their dynamic in Nightbringer really reminds me of a younger kid with a crush on their cool upper-classman.

* I worked with this kid with anger management issues who was refusing to cooperate or work with any of the others and how MC's interacting with Satan in Nightbringer is a great example of what should be done. They listen to him and take him seriously and talk naturally to him instead of talking like they're constantly trying to placate or baby him. They offer him suggestions and alternate perspectives on how to get the cat to approach him, an activity that would make him want to keep his anger under control because he'd need to be gentle to interact with the cat. All of this is something Simeon and even Luke does with Satan too.

Edit:

This is giving such sibling energy - like a little sibling (younger than 10) with an older sibling (at least late teenage years) wanting to do something new and failing and geting advice from their older sibling and being so proud of learning how to do it and wanting to impress their older sibling so they excitedly share it

Also it's killing me that in Nightbringer MC is technically older than Satan

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neiveel3llson · 1 year ago

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Lost Loves

Reunited in Hell.

You didn't expect to end up in Hell. It's something that just never occurred to you, that despite your praying, begging for forgiveness, youd still end up rotting with everyone else. You'd helped your husband in his murders, you'd still help him, have he not been shot.

You wandered curiously through Hell, looking at a porn store, an already mugged store and weapons store that crossed your way while you walked through the streets like it were normal. There was chaos all around you, it felt like every two seconds someone's head was lobbed off in a gruesome way. You continued to walk through the crimson streets of Hell before something caught your eye, a small group of sinners all huddled up around a smaller store, or what looked like a store.

Your curiosity got the best of you, dragging you into the front of the small group, murmuring apologies or simply pushing past those who chose to ignore you. It was a radio, a modern looking one at that, similar to one you had in your own home, which you'd always listen to your husbands radio show on. Then something struck you, the radio wasn't the only familiar thing about this scene. The voice, the grating, static-filled voice. Youd recognise it anywhere. Alastor..

You listened in intently, rudely sushing any murmur or whisper among the crowd you'd trudged your way into. You smiled manically upon just listening to his voice for more than two minutes. Frantically, you grasped onto the shoulders of the hell-goer closes to you, a gatsby woman. She was short and pudgy, but undeniably pretty.

"Where does he live?" You asked with the most amount of kindness you could muster, despite your excitement.

"The radio demon? He's residin' at his radio hut, why?" The woman asked, hands on her hips. You bit a scowl at hearing the woman refer to your deceased husband as a demon, but you kept your composure.

"Take me there!" You said breathlessly with a grin, gripping the short woman's shoulders harshly, making her shrug them off.

"And what's in it fa' me?" She asks, looking at you from the side of her eye, tilting her head slightly with a bored look on her face.

"I'll put in a good word for you." The first offer, and undeniably the best. A cocky grin came to her face as she took you hand, shaking it slowly, beginning to drag you down the street. You saw a small lodge at the end of the street, decrepit but sturdy. Minimalistic. It came closer with every long stride, making you grin. You were so close to seeing your husband again, a mere stride away.

You missed the next few seconds of your life- well, death, only truly in your own mind again when you were face-to-face with your husband, his hands gripping your arms tightly. He was scared of leaving you, again. You looked into his newly red eyes, his paler skin, his red hair, everything about him. Even his new features. His deer ones, fitting.

"I've missed you, love.." You murmured breathlessly, a small, teary smile on your face. The small woman had gone, leaving nothing in her wake. It was just you and your husband, the hotel was silent, apart from your small sniffles and the static coming from your husband. Your husband.

"Oh my darling.. I never meant to leave you.." He cooes with a large grin on his face, bearing his sharp, yellow teeth.

Both of you leaned into one another, soft bleating coming from Alastor's throat as your lips connected for what felt like the first time in a millenia.

You held his hand in yours desperately, feeling a cold metal on your finger. His wedding ring, he never took it off. It didn't fit his aesthetic, the silver contrasting his outside drastically, but he'd kept it on.

"You kept it on.." You murmured against his lips happily, feeling him cup your face.

"I was waiting for you, darling.." He cooed yet again, leaning down with a large grin but, it was comforting. Soft.

"I love you.." A chorus of two voices, filled with a heavenly love and devotion to one another, pure love.

This belongs to @nieveel not you

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misc-obeyme · 1 year ago

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Flufftober you say?? Barbatos is untaken you say??? Can I request MC taking care of him? The entirety of my mental, physical, and spiritual needs can be fulfilled by thinking of pampering the butler. Bonus points for him being kinda awkward and not knowing how to deal with it but very much liking it.

Helloooo!!

AH yes I loved this request so much lol. I am the exact same way, I want to take CARE of that BUTLER.

This one ended up a little longer than it should've because I am a fan of this scenario and got carried away. I can't help it, Barb needs to be pampered more.

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

FLUFFTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Barbatos

Warnings: none!

There weren't often days when Barbatos felt tired. He was reliably capable, always on top of everything that needed his attention. He kept things running smoothly, maintaining the Demon Lord's Castle, taking care of Diavolo, and ensuring that the work that needed to be done was completed.

Barbatos did it all day in and day out, never once showing his fatigue, never once faltering. Whenever Lord Diavolo needed him, he was there. Whenever any of his friends needed him, he was prepared. Barbatos was ready to step in at any time, for any reason.

And then there was you. How could a human like yourself see through so much of his mask? The knowing looks you sometimes cast his way let him know that you were aware of how much he worked.

Most of the time, Barbatos was able to redirect you any time you suggested he should take a break. You sometimes offered to do things for him and he would sometimes agree, letting you take care of minor things. It was a tactic to distract you, a way to let you feel like you were helping without giving you too much to do.

So when you arrived unannounced at the castle one evening, Barbatos was prepared to give you some menial task, something that needed doing, but that would essentially keep you out of his way.

You shocked him by calling him out on it.

"Not tonight," you said, arms folded, watching his face. "I'm not going to let you distract me this time. Did you think I didn't notice how you looked at RAD today? If you were anyone else, you would've been falling asleep in your seat."

Barbatos blushed and closed his eyes. "Forgive me, MC-"

"Don't even start with that," you said. "It's okay to be tired, you know. But you've been pushing yourself too hard lately. And I know exactly what you need."

Barbatos opened his eyes again, but his frown deepened. "What did you have in mind?"

You took his hands and smiled. Barbatos felt his heart flutter at the look in your eyes. Even though he was a little apprehensive about where this was going, he allowed you to lead him to his own room. He was a little surprised that you seemed to know exactly where it was. When had the castle become so familiar to you?

"Just wait here," you said, pushing him down gently so he was sitting on the edge of his bed.

You hurried away as Barbatos folded his hands in his lap. He kept his gaze on the large window, watching the treetops swaying in a gentle breeze while he waited for you.

Barbatos thought about how you knew the exact route to his room. Had you truly been here enough times to know its location so easily? Memories of your presence in the castle flooded his mind. You did come here frequently. Often enough that he couldn't quite pinpoint when you had become so familiar - not just with the castle, but with him, too. Enough to know when he was truly tired, a state he did his utmost to hide from everyone.

When you returned, you had Little D No 2 with you, following along at your heels. Even the Little Ds trusted you enough to simply do as you asked them. Little D No 2 was carrying a tray of tea and cookies.

You were carrying what appeared to be a plastic bucket full of water. Where you had obtained such a thing, he couldn't be sure, but Barbatos was on his feet in an instant, ready to help you with it.

"No, you sit back down!" you said.

Barbatos immediately sat back down. He closed his eyes and blushed again. He wasn't sure why he was so inclined to listen to your command without question.

You brought the bucket over to where he was sitting and he noticed a cord trailing off the end of it.

"What is this, MC?" he asked tentatively.

"It's a foot spa," you said happily. "I borrowed it from Asmo."

Barbatos watched as you plugged in the little plastic bucket full of water. You took the tray from Little D No 2 and put it on the bedside table.

"Thanks, No 2," you said, patting him. "You can go now."

No 2 saluted you and scurried out of the room.

Barbatos continued to watch as you knelt before him, next to the tub. He watched as you began to untie the laces on his shiny black shoes.

"MC," he said. He reached out, grabbing your hands, seemingly unable to let you continue. "What are you doing?"

You looked up at him and again he was struck by the look in your eyes. A tenderness he didn't quite know what to do with.

"You're always on your feet," you said. "And Asmo said this is a really great way to relax."

Barbatos squeezed your hands. He was sure you could see the uncertainty written on his features. For once, he didn't have the presence of mind to hide it.

You sighed a little and moved into a taller kneeling position, scooting forward to put yourself between his knees.

Barbatos blushed as you leaned forward and kissed him. You took your hands out of his and put them in his hair instead. You kissed his cheeks, his lips.

"It's okay," you said. "I want to take care of you. Won't you let me?"

Barbatos closed his eyes for a moment, to brace himself against the assault of love in yours. It seemed you had not only become a fixture in the castle, but in his heart as well. In the end, he knew he couldn't deny you.

"Very well," he said.

You smiled and sat back on your heels. Barbatos didn't protest again as you removed his shoes and socks, rolling up the legs of his uniform pants and placing his feet into the warm water of the tub. You pressed some buttons and suddenly he felt the tub massaging his feet.

It was such an unexpected feeling that Barbatos let out an involuntary sigh, his whole body sagging slightly as it let out a tension he didn't realize he was holding.

He was so distracted by it that he didn't notice you had moved until you were sitting on the bed beside him with a steaming teacup.

You handed the cup to him, then put your hand on his back, letting your fingers trail down his spine. He shivered beneath your touch.

"Isn't this nice?" you asked, resting your head on his shoulder. "You should really let me do this for you more often."

Barbatos hummed thoughtfully. He had been so uncertain about this plan of yours. It was his job to take care of you, not the other way around. And yet, he couldn't quite deny the sweet beating of his heart. He couldn't pretend to himself that he wasn't already thinking of future moments like this with you. And he knew that even if he felt awkward, even if it felt backwards, that he would always allow you to care for him this way.

Barbatos would make an exception for you because all he truly wanted was to see that tenderness in your eyes.

flufftober | kinktober | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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hazelfoureyes · 11 months ago

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Do you think you could do a male version of the radioapple is the safe word? Or maybe just a gender neutral pronouned story? I adore it so much

of course! I am happy to adapt my stories whenever possible 🥺✨ sometimes I can’t but this one was an easy enough shift! didn’t tag the horny deer cult, this is the same story but with the hardware swapped out. Will tag in new pieces 🙏 warning; I almost exclusively watch femboy gay porn and it shows

The Safeword is RadioApple (Part 1)

(RadioApple x MaleReader)

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, smut, RadioApple in a sense, male reader, creampie, breath play, rough sex, Alastor is an eternal little shit, soft jazz, hard jazz, Luci calls himself Daddy, 🗣️ READER GETS SPITROASTED, threesome, asshole hulk smashed, half assed blowjob, help I got too horny on main

MINORS DNI BRUH

“Sir.”

“I aim to please! Now,” Alastor gestured to the stairs, “I, unfortunately, need to show you something upstairs.”

“Ha!” Lucifer forced out a laugh, “Ha. Haaa- Not a chance, scarecrow. Find someone else to search for your brain.” He smirked to himself. “Did you hear that Charlie? I made a joke.”

With a pout, he dramatically crossed his arms, “Fine. I’ll play nice, for you. Not for him.” Lucifer glared daggers at Alastor. “Fuck him.”

“Daaad!” She groaned.

“Yeah yeah, I’m going.”

He took a step in, willingly, and as he saw you sitting in the center of the bed in just your sleep robe, he let out a quiet, “What the fuck is this?”

Then a louder, “Heeey, kitten…”. The sound of the door locking made his head whip back to Alastor, teeth bared.

“Luci.”

Softened under the sound of his own name from your lips he brought his attention back to the bed.

Everyone was also aware you were Alastor’s person. And Alastor would give you anything you wanted in death; and today you happened to want Luci.

Soon enough you were a regular member of the Hazbin Hotel core crew, by way of Alastor.

That’d been some months ago now, and you finally had the courage to ask Alastor for a special favor.

For Alastor, sharing you physically wasn’t an issue. Sex was something he did for your pleasure, though he did enjoy the control he held over you in those intimate moments.

“You can say no.” You added quickly.

“Why would I ever do that?” Lucifer continued to smile at you, too sweetly for what you were going to ask.

“Many reasons.” You added quicker.

“Come on, tell Luci.” He laughed softly at the idea of denying you anything.

You pressed the tips of your index fingers together nervously, “I want you to fuck me.”

He tried to blink but his eyelids only seemed to rise further and further up his face with every attempt.

“You what now?”

His eyes darted to Alastor, who was now crawling onto the bed and settling behind you.

“It was a fairly straightforward statement, sir.” Alastor’s tone was always teetering on mocking when he addressed Lucifer, “My dear would like you, for some god awful reason, to bed him.”

If this hadn’t been such a shock, Lucifer would have quipped, “Oh because you can’t, you overdressed maitre d’?”

“I thought-,” he motioned between the two of you.

You nodded, “Alastor is happy when I’m happy. And right now, I’d be overjoyed to spend an evening taking care of you.”

Oh, why couldn’t you have said it so sweetly the first time? Take care of him? You always did. Every time he felt something lacking he’d find you close behind offering him just the thing.

Whether a smile, or supportive word, or just a sympathetic ear.

Shifting onto your hands and knees, you crawled toward Lucifer. His face was flush, his brows knitted together in some mix of worry and confusion.

“I don’t have to do anything, ever, Luci,” Alastor’s grin widened as you said it. A hum of approval only he could hear. A silent, ‘That’s my boy.’

“This is about what I want.” You leaned up to rest your cheek in his open palm, “I’ll accept any answer from you.” Your eyes staring up at him promised safety, “So, what do you want?”

Hilarious. Already worth the price of admission.

You felt him gasp into you, and when you began to open his shirt he pulled away, “It’s been… a very long time.”

He was painfully hard, throbbing head pressed into his skin. Your own cock twitched under your robe at the feeling.

Alastor fought back a laugh, tongue nearly cut clean off with the attempt. This was better than he had expected. And he had just the idea to push it over the top.

When your head dipped to swipe your tongue over Lucifer’s cock, you both startled at the sudden sound of music. First you looked to the radio, then to Alastor.

One hand was loosening his bow tie, the other unbuckling his pants.

“Don’t stop on my accord,” he bit his bottom lip, watching your attention return to Lucifer’s lap.

Lucifer raised a finger in protest, “I wasn’t aware this was a group activity.”

“The more the merrier.” Alastor whipped his belt off and tossed it to the floor, other hand pulling his member free.

“Three’s a crowd.”

“Two heads are better than one.” When Alastor lifted your robe away and sunk himself into you, hole soft and ready for him already, you moaned into the blonde hair at the base of Lucifer’s cock.

“You okay, kitten?” A concerned hand came to your cheek.

Alastor’s hand raked long nails down your back, a whine ran from your throat and down Lucifer’s shaft. He moaned in turn, trying to not connect the dots between himself and Alastor.

“See? He can handle more than you’d expect.” Alastor grinned, planting a kiss on your neck. You could see Lucifer watching through your wet eyelashes, his cock twitching repeatedly as his hand finally came down to touch himself.

With the hand not holding onto Alastor’s wrist at your throat, you reached out for Lucifer. “Luci.”

Alastor let you fall forward. Keeping your hips in the air and knees dangling just above the comforter, he continued his rough pace into your tight heat. Pulling your body on and off of his length with harsh drags he watched you lick from the base to the top of Lucifer’s member. Each thrust from him knocking your chin against it.

Tempting.

But, he promised to play along, for you. And he would, at his own terms.

Your hands began pumping Lucifer’s length while your body was slightly dragged away as Alastor backed up and let your knees find some solid ground again.

Alastor smirked up at Lucifer, coming down over your back to reach around your body and find your dick, now pulsing under his hand. Immediately, you reacted. Legs squeezing together, hands stilling around your king’s cock. With a bite and lick to your shoulder blade, the radio demon set a bruising pace against you. That warmth in your core was spreading down as you felt him press against your g-spot with every kiss of his hips.

You choked out his name, a chant Lucifer had never wanted to hear before now. How could you make Alastor’s name sound so delicious? He wrapped his fingers around yours on his dick and began moving with you. Your eyes rolled up to him, a weak smile forming before your orgasm made your face tighten. Alastor knew your body so well, bringing you to orgasm was like playing a well practiced song on the piano. Both required strong and fast fingers and a sense of rhythm. His hands working your shaft, fingers ghosting over your balls and head with every stroke up and down.

With a few more deeper, shorter moves Alastor stilled, too. Your knees slid down as your hips sank into the bed, your own release sticky and already cooling under you.

Lucifer let your hand go limp, swallowing hard. He wasn’t ignorant to the way Alastor smiled at him as he reclined into the headboard, tucking himself back into his pants.

Luci took a deep breath, steadying himself mentally, before pushing the hair from your forehead, “Hey there, kitten. What do ya need?”

“Is it okay?” You asked, spreading the thick fluid between your fingers in front of Luci.

Something between a grimace and a pout came over him, it wasn’t his ideal situation but the idea of — just how much he’d slip and slide in and out of your with the added lubrication made him feel feral. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Alastor hoped to ruin you and sour his experience. He decided to not allow it.

With a kiss to his nose, you wrapped your arms around his neck and lied back. You weren’t sure you were breathing anymore when you felt his scorching head slot up with your entrance. He rubbed the leaking fluid over himself and you with swipes up and down your ass, teasing your entrance with every pass. The difference between his heat and the cooled cum made him shiver in turn.

As he began to press into you, your body instinctively scooted away. It took both of your hands hooked under his arms to stay still enough for him to make any real headway.

Alastor brought a hand to his face, red eyes peering between his spread fingers, smile threatening to break at the seams as he watched Lucifer Morningstar fucking his cum into his darling dear.

What a pitiful sight. How humiliating.

What would Charlie think of her big bad daddy? What would the other sins say? If they could see their king now, slick and shiny?

Your nails cut into his skin, and you were worried you were tearing slightly. Instead of attempting to thrust his way in, he chose to just continually press. The way your body seemed to be splitting made you second guess your decisions. But when his head finally popped in, your bullied boy cunt got some reprieve. He stopped, taking deep breaths.

Tears were collecting on your waterline, Luci noticed and leaned on an elbow to wipe them away. His blonde hair was falling forward now, tickling at your forehead.

He leaned back on both hands, using the position to fucked up into you at an angle. He knew very well where to hit to begin gathering your pleasure.

Alastor dropped his head, yours between his legs. His hair made a short curtain, hiding the look he was giving you from Luci. He adores the faces you make when you are happy. Excited. Pleasured. You tried to offer him a smile, but you couldn’t manage it for long. Your eyes would roll back, lips tighten as you focused on the feeling Luci was providing. Focused on the sensations, of being so full, so sticky wet, so wanted. But Alastor was still watching, the sight of Luci blocked from his view as he enjoyed every little twitch of your mouth, every whimper.

Sitting up, Luci adjusted your legs and slotted himself between them. Alastor leaned back, relinquishing your focus. Both of you looked at Luci though as one of his hands came to enclose your throat.

Alastor was almost impressed. Almost. You brought both hands to wrap around his wrist, glancing to Alastor behind you.

The words came out of Alastor as half warning, half instruction, “If he needs you to stop, he’ll tap two fingers twice on you, wherever he can reach.” Lucifer nodded, eyes not meeting Alastor’s. He kept them on your face, watching for any sign of distress as he tightened his grip. The way your muscles clenched around him earned you a hiss.

He began to move again, the new position causing his stomach to rut against your returning erection as he buried himself in you. More clenching; He tightened his grip more.

“Are you sure he isn’t hurting?” Luci asked, your eyes closed and nails digging into his wrists.

“Nonsense. Can’t you feel him? Or does he just grip me like that?” The cocky expression made Luci unconsciously clench his fist on your neck. A gentle tap tap snapped him back to you. He loosened up again, his eyes large and apologetic.

You unconsciously tightened your own grip on his dick, grinding up into him for more friction. Your body had finally relaxed, pleasure freely flowing from where you and Luci tangled together. You closed your eyes, the pressure constant on the veins to your head. Blood flow restricted just enough to lower your oxygen levels and raise the nitrogen oxide in your body. It resulted in a dizzying feeling, maybe there was a primal panic that caused your body to feel heightened pleasure. You didn’t feel scared, or in danger. You felt —— ah there it was. You felt weak. You felt docile. You felt like you existed purely to give pleasure and the idea turned you on. In every day life you’d never allow someone to use you, to push you around. You were anything but subservient. That’s why it was so enthralling now. It was so strange a sensation. And to give yourself so fully to the king of hell, the originator of all sin? You groaned, head rolling back.

Luci watched your head loll, drank in your groans and gasps and felt himself get dizzy too. More. Say his name like you did Alastor’s. Praise how well he fucked you. Reward him. Love him.

He stopped, unsure, until he felt your hand reach under yourself and rest at the junction of his knee and calf. His other hand came to your right hip, and he used it to keep you from sliding up the bed. Letting his eyes close again, he focused on the feeling of you around him. His crotch and thighs were covered in oil and cum, his balls tight against him. Every drag out of you made his body jerk back into you with need. It felt so good, too good. He needed more. He pressed hard into you, oversized tip of his cock opening parts of you never before reached. He made shorter thrusts now, ensuring he bottomed out every time. It was too deep, too much of a stretch. Your moans slowly devolved into screams, the pleasure mixed with a soft burning.

You could feel him spreading open your body, soft walls helpless to resist his raging member. The feeling of your silky boy cunt sliding along his cock, your tight hole gripping him, was driving him mad.

You were screaming. Actual, pleasured screams, threatening to alert the entire hotel to your activities. Wails that started shrill and dipped into a gutteral cry filled the room with every thrust of Lucifer’s frenzied hips.

A tiny part of your brain felt embarrassed, a dying animal shrieking into Alastor’s thigh.

As Luci became lost in the sensation of your body trying to suck him in whole, his hand on your back began to press down. Your breaths got shorter, it got harder to expand your lungs fully.

Face turned and drooling onto the fabric of Alastor’s pants, you started gasping out his name, “Luci! Nngh Luciiii, Lucifer.”

The yellow of his eyes turned red, just like the skin of your ass where his hip bones chaffed. “You take me so well, kitten.” He ground out, “Daddy’s gonna cum.”

Alastor’s eyes glowed a blood red from the end of the bed, a wickedly devious grin across his face at the opportunity before him, he looked up at Luci and said with a commanding tone, “Cum.”

Luci lied on top of you even after you were full to the brim with his cum. It was already forcing its way out around his softening cock when he managed to roll off of you and onto his back.

Staring at the canopy of the bed, he felt two emotions rise to the surface. First, concern. He turned to you, and you gave a weak thumbs up.

Second, rage.

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Fuck you.” He looked to Alastor, who was grinning as he pet your head, whispering something to you.

“Little late for dirty talk, your highness.”

Lucifer growled, but Alastor’s palm pressed against his forehead and pushed him back down to the bed.

You rolled onto your back, still catching your breath. Body sprawled out on the massive bed like a starfish.

Lucifer felt his face grow warm, but couldn’t press you to clarify what exactly that meant before Alastor scooped you up and carried you to the bath.

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Dazai X Odasaku's Little Sister Ch21 and Ch22

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Chapter 21: "Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures"

Summary: Mori starts to realize a change in Dazai, although it is not the change he wants so he decides to take matters into his own hands. Meanwhile, Chuuya (unfortunately) gets another run in with the mackerel's girlfriend, expect this time she may be more useful than he first believed.

Chapter 22: "Tonight You're An Honorary Flag"

Summary: Chuuya has to swallow his pride and do the one thing he never wanted to do, ask Dazai's crazy ass girlfriend for help on a mission to ensure that he can finally find out if he's human or not. The question is, will she accept, especially when it goes against everything her brother wanted for her?

Warnings: pm!sixteen year old chuuya, manipulation, small bit of stabbing, talks of Odasaku's death, grumpy angry chuuya for real here, chuuya is suffering and we all love it (poor boy)

(This is chapter twenty one and twenty-two of my fanfic "Timeless" which is now on A03. I'll link the master list below so you can get the full story. Asagao's ability is to stop time for up to six seconds.)

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Work Count: 15k

Chapter 21:

"Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures"

Dazai was no longer the same after that kiss.

In fact, it would be easy to say that the event that had shaken his entire world completely in both the worst and best possible ways imaginable.

Because right now, the boy was an absolute mess, in all the seemingly possible routes that could be conjured up. He couldn’t think about anything else, couldn’t process anything else except that small suspended moment in time from a couple nights ago.

He was supposed to be in charge, he was always supposed to control the situations he had walked into but right now Dazai felt anything but that. Hell, the moment he touched her lips any sense of dignity or self respect flew right out the window, making him submit to her without a second thought. Like a loser, like a little bottom bitch.

He hated it, he hated himself for silently begging for more inside his head.

For wanting her to continue, to push his head directly down into the drowning ocean so he could die between those lips forever. Ugh, just thinking about it was making his head spin and his hands twitch against his will.

What was wrong with him? What was he even thinking? He was the demon prodigy, the one everyone feared, the one that was supposed to be on top at all times but somehow he had sunken so far below that it was hard to even breathe anymore without thinking about her.

He told her that the kiss was the same, that it was just like the other million he had before but that it was an absolute flat out lie, a defense mechanism. Because this feeling, this utter destruction in his mind was absolutely not the same.

In fact, it was so far from what usually occurred. He had never gotten so attached before, so utterly consumed by a mere kiss. It was like his mind was registering it as his first, even though that was hardly the case.

Hell, even his first kiss wasn’t like this. He could even hardly remember it to be honest. Perhaps it had something to do with a job or a seduction of some kind? Dazai hardly had the capacity to remember anything about it, the event so insignificant in his mind.

But this? He still remembered every single second, every pathetic feeling in his mind, every recollection of her touch like it had happened only seconds ago. It was torture, the boy reliving the experience over and over on repeat, unable to turn it off.

Reaching up in order to pull on the messy brown strands of hair, Dazai felt his lips give a frustrated groan as he tried to anchor himself to reality.

He was losing it, finally losing it, going insane. He could feel the walls, the defenses of the demon slip away ever so quickly, leaving only a frazzled and flustered sixteen year old boy in its place.

And he hated it, he hated how weak she made him feel, how utterly stripped away and vulnerable she managed to make him.

He had tried for years to cover himself so deep that no one could ever see the pathetic unsure little boy beneath it all but somehow Asagao always managed to get through the layers, to reveal and uncover the things he so desperately wanted to keep buried for his own safety.

Feelings of uncertainty, of nervousness, of fear, they all had to be locked away, the demon prodigy didn’t need them, the port mafia executive didn’t need them. They weren’t necessary for survival in the underworld.

In fact if it was the opposite, if anyone saw them then they could be turned into weapons, weaknesses that could cause the destruction of himself and that protected kid under all the armor he had built for himself.

He knew that, because that was the first thing Dazai ever exploited when he was on the other side of that knife. It’s only logical that they would do the same. The world was cruel after all, wicked in every single way. Any amount of light was made to be crushed by enemy hands.

Mafioso couldn’t have weaknesses, so why was Asagao becoming his?

And he feared what would happen if he kissed her a second time. Would he just fall apart all over again, would he once again beg and crumble at her feet for another sweet piece of heaven? It was making himself sick just thinking about it.

No, that could not happen again, no matter how much his entire mind and body wanted it. That’s not who he was, he wasn’t a pathetic lovesick fool.

It had to be the alcohol in his system that made him feel so off. Yes, that’s what it was, why he had acted so out of character. Hell, he bet if he kissed her again things would go back to how they used to be.

Just like with all of those other women, he could prove that she wasn’t so special. He’d be able to switch off this horrible part of his mind and switch back to the playboy routine he had perfected time and time again.

No one could make the demon prodigy crumble, especially not Odasaku’s little sister.

And though his confidence flickered back to life for a millisecond, anxiety soon filled the space, leaving him uncertain once more.

That’s what should happen, but what if it didn’t? What if kissing her again didn’t make a goddamn difference?

What if he truly was just that weak to her? Then he didn’t know what he’d do.

Pulling on his hair once more, Dazai’s face began to redden at the idea before throwing his head straight into the table in front him, groaning into the wood with a pathetic whine of his own runaway thoughts.

Yet that’s when he heard a voice to his left, snapping him from his own chaotic thoughts. “Dazai, is there something you’d like to share?”

Mori’s presence suddenly became extremely prominent, causing the boy to snap his head up from the table only to remember where he was. Oh yeah, he was in a meeting with Mori and a bunch of other mafia guys. He was too zoned out to notice.

So much so, that everyone in the room was now staring at the boy, all of them around too scared to point out the strange and out of character behavior of the supposed “demon prodigy” as they remained silent.

And to be completely honest, Dazai didn’t know what the hell this meeting was about, his mind far too focused on thoughts of Asagao to even pick out one thing since he sat down.

So, he did what he always did. He lied. “Yes, can you hurry it up? Everything’s just so boring I kinda tuned you out. Besides, I got a new suicide method I wanna try after this and you’re taking forever..”

Everyone around him began to stiffen, surprised and fearful for how plainly he was speaking to the boss. It took a lot of balls for sure, they certainly couldn’t do it.

Mori seemed to have expected it though, his dark eyes moving to the boy for a second before a smile curved into his lips. “Right, sorry Dazai. I suppose this discussion has dragged on quite a bit. Meeting adjourned for now.”

All the other mafia members immediately stood from their seats at that, wanting to leave the room as fast as possible only for Mori to call back to the boy casually.” Dazai, I would like for you to stay a little longer.

Dazai frowned at that, watching everyone else leave at lightning speed before the two were alone in the large office room, the boy still in his seat as Mori stood to tower over him in a show of power. “There seems to be something occupying your mind lately. Would you like to share what it is?”

And there was no way he was going to tell Mori about the inner turmoil inside his mind. No way in hell, especially when it involved someone that the boss wasn’t ever supposed to know existed. “Occupying my mind? Yeah right, the only things ever on my mind are how to piss off Chuuya the most and figuring out exciting new ways of committing suicide!”

Mori only hummed though, moving around to place his hand on the top of Dazai’s chair and the other on the desk in front of the boy, boxing him in. “Hmm is that so? Are you sure that’s all? There isn’t another distraction mulling around in that brain of yours?”

Narrowing his eyes, the mafia boss gauged Dazai’s response, waiting to see the subtleties in the boy’s expressions and the fractured changes that only came with years of closely guarded interactions and conversations.

It was no secret that there had been a shift in his favorite executives' behavior recently, although it wasn’t a change that Mori was necessarily fond of.

You see, Dazai was a strange boy, one that had always been in a realm of his own but he never strayed too far from the path that was designed for him. He was known and expected to be cruel, lethal, boarding inhuman, the perfect fit for the dark world of the mafia.

But lately, a minuscule mutation had occurred and Mori could see the beginnings of a crack, of a fracture in the usual exterior that was supposed to be Dazai Osamu.

No, the demon prodigy, the ruthless and emotionless weapon that he had created and slowly crafted had been slowly whittling away by the day into something softer, weaker and undesirable for the purpose that Mori had been slowly cultivating unseen from the surface.

And the boss had expected a change to occur in the boy after Oda Sakunosuke’s death. He had predicted that much. Mori had expected Dazai to ultimately break, to shatter under the weight of his own grief of his fallen friend, to become a lost soul that Mori could pick up and nurture back into a self made dependance by his own design.

He had been ready for it, arms opened wide for the vulnerable bandaged boy to fall into.

But that hadn’t happened at all.

In fact, a different outcome happened instead, one that Mori hadn’t expected.

Because Dazai hadn’t shattered, he wasn’t destroyed like intended, something else had occurred instead. But why? What had he not accounted for? What had latched onto the boy before he could? Some sort of leach that was for sure, some sort of other vice for Dazai’s dependence. But what?

Mori didn't know yet, but he was determined to find out. To find the source of his current projects wavering miscalculation.

Mori was almost never wrong, and the fact that he was in this situation was very frustrating to him. He needed to fix it immediately, to get his little demon prodigy back on track for his plan to come back to fruition.

And it would, it would come into fruition, simply because that’s what Mori wanted.

And Mori always got what he wanted.

Noticing the changes in his expression, Mori then rephrased his inquiry, sensing that Dazai didn’t want to reveal his reason for his out of character act. That was fine, he could improvise. “Because if you did have a nasty distraction occupying the back of your mind, I could help remedy that.”

Dazai’s head snapped up at that, disbelief on his face. What, could that be true? Could Mori help with his Asagao malfunction? Could he help him get his head back on straight and get rid of those lingering feelings of dangerous weakness? It almost sounded too good to be true, he was skeptical of it.

But that did sound appealing, he needed to do something to rid himself of this awful weakness that was cultivating inside him before it consumed him entirely. Otherwise it would be dangerous to himself, and to Odasaku’s little sister both.

And Dazai tried to disguise his hope for the topic, desperate for anything to pull him back together again and not think about that kiss. “And how could you do that?”

Mori smiled then, the corners of his grin not reaching the end of his lips as he pulled back to stand next to Dazai, relishing in the hooks that he had successfully reattached to the boy. “It’s quite simple really. You just need to remember who you are again, a mental reset if you will, and I know just the thing to reignite that.”

The boy waited for him to continue and Mori gladly did so. “I have a job that I need done. Something that requires a special set of skills, something I believe you’d fit quite well, Dazai.”

Dazai only frowned though. That’s what he had, a mission? How boring. It sounded like Mori was just trying to get him to do his dirty work again. Annoying. “That’s it? Just a job?”

Shaking his head, the boss hummed. “Oh no, not just a job. A special job. One that would require you out of the country and away from that little distraction that has been bothering you so much. You’d be fully immersed in every aspect, with no time for anything but the demon prodigy. Sounds enticing, yes?”

And yeah, it did sound enticing. To Dazai, it sounded like exactly what he needed. A mission that fully immersed him, that separated him from any other thought in his mind? To relish in the blood and the gore, in the familiar safety net of darkness he’d always known instead of these scary and uncertain feelings that he couldn’t understand?

It was perfect.

He could go on this job, run away from the things that made him uncomfortable, get his head on straight and then return to Asagao when everything was back to normal.

Yet just the sound of her name in his mind made his hands start to twitch with that familiar ugly feeling of withdrawal.

Leaving meant having to forgo their nightly meetings and chats, it meant not hearing her sweet laugh or eating her homemade dinners for a while. It meant pushing himself back to loneliness and isolation instead of feeling protected and safe.

Safe in her arms, safe in her care. He had to distance himself from all of that.

And god, just thinking about leaving her, even for a couple days really showed how badly Dazai relied on her to give him any sense of stability in his life. He needed her, he needed her so damn bad, he couldn’t stand it. Asagao had become a piece of him that could no longer be removed from his twisted jagged puzzle.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it? His dependence on her light, his desperation to be near her, that’s what was ruining everything. Because it wasn’t just about mere friendship or a business transaction based on Odasaku anymore.

Now Dazai wanted more, his selfish greedy soul wanted all of her.

Not just to talk and laugh but to kiss and hold, to embrace and worship. He wanted her body, mind and soul, her everything, and that was something that Dazai could not allow. Not to Odasaku’s precious little sister, not to the last remaining piece of his best friend that still lingered in this world.

The feelings he harbored, the lines he was crossing would destroy them both if he didn’t fix them right now. He needed to fix it, for his sake and for hers before those lines disappeared and they condemned themselves to hell forever.

It was going to be hard, so incredibly hard but he could do it, Dazai could leave for both their sakes. Not permanently, that wasn’t an option anymore, but he could distance himself enough to get back on track, to dissipate the feelings inside him enough where they could regress back of their safe friendship bubble once more.

Rebuild his defenses, reconstruct his walls. That’s right, Mori was giving him an opportunity, a chance to remember who he was. He wasn’t some weak, lovesick fool, he was the demon prodigy. The strong, inhuman and indestructible demon prodigy.

And no one, not even Asagao could change that. He’d prove it.

Snapping his eyes back to Mori, Dazai feigned indifference for the topic, even though every muscle inside him was pleading to take his offer like a lifeline. “I guess I could do it. Just as long as it’s not boring or dumb.”

But it didn’t matter if his exterior was impassible, Mori still saw the flicker of desperation in his un bandaged eye, the way the boy clung onto his offer with everything he had.

And Mori relished in the expression. There it was, the dependance. “I assure you, it will be anything but. Now run along, you have much to do to prepare. I expect great results, demon prodigy.”

Then the boss watched Dazai slowly stand from his seat in a fake act of nonchalance before heading out the door, clearly eager to start his mind distracting mission.

And when he was gone, the boss slowly circled around to Dazai’s empty chair before resting his hands on the top before a cold smile spread across his lips.

That minor miscalculation was bothersome, but it would soon be fixed.

It was still an unshakable fact after all,

Mori always got what he wanted.

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While getting ready for his job, Dazai pulled out his phone to call Asagao, his heart skipping a beat as soon as she picked up. “Ah, Samu! What a surprise. What’s new?”

Trying his best to shake away the confusing and overwhelming feelings in his chest, Dazai cleared his throat before forcing himself to sound nonchalant. “Mori gave me a job. I won’t be around for a while.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Asa replied, just as sweetly as she always did. “Ooh a job? That’s exciting! Don’t worry about me, just be careful, alright?”

The way she accepted his absence so easily brought a painful knot in his throat. Ah, he was right. He was the only one freaking out about the kiss. She seemed fine. This job was a good decision.

Giving a dry laugh, Dazai replied. “Ah, you know me, love. Careful is so boring.”

He heard her light playful laugh in return. “You’re right about that. Let me rephrase that then. Have as much chaos as you want, just be sure to come back after. Better?”

Dazai then found himself smiling softly in reply without permission, his voice showing his real feeling for a millisecond. “Yeah, better.”

Widening his eyes at the slip, Dazai then cleared his throat again before hastily adding. “I have to go, bye.”

And then the boy hung up before feeling his head collapse against the nearest wall with a groan as he closed his eyes in order to calm his ever beating heart. He truly was a mess, in every way possible.

That mission couldn’t come fast enough.

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Chuuya was no longer the same after meeting Dazai’s girlfriend.

He had tried and tried and tried so hard to forget that horrible night, the one where both that shitty mackerel and his psychopath girlfriend played him so badly that he had gotten kidnapped and beaten up for their own entertainment but he simply couldn’t.

He couldn’t forget it.

In fact, that little event was like plague in his mind, simply because of one thing and one thing only. Dazai he had expected to be a pain in the ass, but Asagao? Now that was the wild card he hadn’t predicted.

Who knew a cute dorky glasses wearing girl could turn out just as sick and twisted as Dazai himself? Those two, they perfectly fed off each other in all the worst ways possible.

But that wasn’t what bothered him the most. What bothered him was far more complicated than a simple hatred for the game that she had pulled.

It was that face she had made when he called her a freak.

Because that face, that vulnerable painful look she showed him was nothing like Dazai. But it didn’t make any goddamn sense. She had set up their twisted plot, Dazai and her willingly got all of them kidnapped just to screw over that ex-mafia member.

Hell she even pretended to be in distress so that Chuuya would have no choice but to agree to that stupid ass nickname she was shoving down his throat since the beginning. She wasn’t a good person and clearly had no remorse for her actions.

But then why did it look like she was going to cry when he so obviously rejected her? Why did it look like she was having a panic attack and breaking down in front of him? She should’ve known that doing all that shit would make him pissed off. Was she really that stupid, did she truly think that manipulation was equivalent to friendship?

And Chuuya had tried to tell himself that it was an act, that Asagao’s strange switch in personality was just another method of bullshit. It had to be.

She had snapped that ex-mafia members' legs like twigs and shot down hundreds of enemies with no feeling, there was no way she was seriously heartbroken and shattered after a simple friendship rejection. That girl was messing with him, even now. He knew it.

But somewhere in the back of his mind Chuuya was still haunted by it.

Of the lost, sad look in her face when she apologized for ever asking in the first place, of the quiver in her voice or the shake in her hands when she bowed and walked away.

Chuuya felt himself pull on the strands of his hair in frustration at the memory. Ah, damn it! Why did he feel like shit?! She was the one that manipulated him, played him like nothing. Why in the hell did he feel guilty all of a sudden?! That girl was doing this on purpose, she had to be. Ugh, he hated her so much.

Stomping down the streets near the port mafia, the ginger haired boy sought out to clear his head to no avail. Those annoying feelings were still there, that stupid sad face still plaguing his vision like a constant nightmare that wouldn’t go away, but he had to try or else he’d go insane.

Yet that’s when he saw a very familiar head of red messy hair slip into the nearby dark alley only for Chuuya to pause. No, there’s no way in hell. She was not here. Great, was he hallucinating that little psycho now? Oh god, he hoped not.

Against his better judgment, the mafioso walked over to the alley with the intent to disprove his crazy imagination. He was in port mafia territory, why in the hell would that girl even be here for? Unless she was stalking him now?

And quite honestly he wouldn’t put it past her, considering she was fucking crazy.

Stepping into the dimly lit alley, Chuuya then paused at the sight before him. No way, it was her alright, Dazai’s girlfriend, and she was being held at knifepoint, like some kind of stick up or robbery.

And to anyone else, the scene could be seen as concerning. An innocent girl in criminal territory being held at knifepoint in extreme danger? It was a classic damsel in distress situation, one that Chuuya would’ve stopped immediately if she was any normal person.

But Asagao was anything but normal, and Chuuya knew better than to underestimate and reduce her to a simple princess in trouble. No, he wouldn’t make that mistake again. So he waited.

Narrowing his eyes out of sight, the ginger remained hidden as he heard Asa speak casually to the criminal, almost like her life wasn't in danger at this very second. “I don’t know, I mean, what should I even do? I could really use some advice here.”

Chuuya then watched the criminal take a step closer to Asagao, his eyes narrowed in frustration as he shouted angrily. “You want some advice? How about you shut your mouth right now before I do it for you!”

Yet Asagao wasn’t shaken in the slightest, only shaking her head in disappointment as she casually replied. “You know, you aren’t a very good active listener. I’m really dishing my heart out here and I feel like you aren’t paying attention at all.”

The robber only shook his head in disbelief though, taking a step closer to her with a shout. “What the hell are you going on about?! Just let me rob you!!”

Asa only waved him away though, clearly disregarding the threat he was displaying, an unbothered smile on her lips as if she was in her own world. “Yeah yeah yeah,I already said I’d let you do that in a second. Oh, where was I? Oh yeah! So the thing is, we are supposed to be friends and he said that the kiss was supposed to be the same as my first one but it so clearly wasn’t the same, but I don’t want to come off as a weirdo cause it seemed to be the same for him. I mean he’s kissed hundreds of girls before so of course I wouldn’t be anyone special to him, which is fine, but then I can’t shake these strange feelings after it. Like I want him to do it again. Is that crazy? Of course it’s crazy right? And I know I should just ignore them and move on but I don’t know, it’s really hard.I feel like maybe I’m overreacting and I don’t wanna seem too clingy, do I seem too clingy to you?”

And it was obvious that the robber hadn’t expected the strange therapy session and rambling confessions of this strange random woman. Hell, he thought she’d be an easy target, being alone and distracted as she walked the unsavory streets of the port mafia territory. But this, he hadn’t planned for this.

Because somehow, this crazy ass girl was just talking to him normally, like there wasn’t a knife in his hand, like he hadn’t just threatened to kill her and rob her of all her money. She didn’t seem affected in the least. In fact, she hadn’t even reacted when he dragged her into this alleyway. There was something wrong with this girl, that was for sure. She wasn’t normal at all.

And now he had to hear about her bullshit melodrama, to hear her ramble on and on about some guy that she kissed that she needed advice on. She wouldn’t shut up about it, almost like she was genuinely trying to get advice while being robbed. But who in their right mind would even do that?!

The robber opened his mouth to reply before she cut him off, clearly still rambling her perpetual word vomit. “Then again we were drunk when we kissed so it could’ve been the alcohol and I could be overreacting the whole thing. But what if I’m not? What if it wasn’t the alcohol and I genuinely want to kiss him again? That would be a disaster, right? Of course it would be haha. The last thing I wanna do is chase him away. I don’t want to ruin our arrangement and go back to having no one again. I don’t know, what do you think, Mr. Robber?”

Blinking in disbelief, the criminal shook his head. “You’re insane..”

Asagao only hummed though, almost like she was taking his comment as actual advice before giving him an unbothered smile. “Well that’s a known fact, silly. But it doesn't help me with my problem, now does it? Got anything else?”

But the man was over it, his patience snapped as he raced forward to the girl, knife outstretched in order to finally shut her up and give him some peace and quiet for once. “Ugh! Just shut the fuck up! I’m gonna cut out your damn tongue!”

Asagao didn’t seemed bothered by his attack, in fact she looked quite unimpressed as the robber watched her easily dodge his stab before he suddenly felt his lungs cave in and his legs get swept under him by some kind of invisible force before his shoulder cried out in agony only to find his own knife buried in the surface like some kind of sick magic trick.

What the hell? She didn’t even move. No, it couldn't be, did this chick have some kind of ability? She destroyed him in a single second. What a monster.

And even Chuuya couldn’t help but be taken back by how quickly she took this guy down. Yes, he knew about her lethal time stop ability but seeing it in action again was just as haunting and impressive as it was the first time.

Groaning out in pain, the criminal wheeze out a breath, clutching his shoulder with agony as he looked up at the seemingly unbothered auburn haired woman. “W-What, what did you do to me? You stabbed me!”

Asa only leaned down though, an apologetic smile on her lips. “Ah yeah, sorry about that. Might have overdone it a bit. But really it’s your fault, Mr. Robber. If you listened and gave me some advice I would’ve let you rob me, promise I would’ve. But you had to be difficult.”

Chuuya then shifted his foot only for the girl to snap her head up and notice him, her smile growing wider in order to jump up and practically skip to the ginger in joy. “Chu Chu! What a nice surprise, what are you doing here?”

Yet that’s when the mafioso couldn’t help but glance at the robber that was still gasping for air by her feet only for Asa to follow her gaze with a nervous unconvincing laugh. “Oh, him? He was like that when I got here. Isn’t that right?”

But the robber only groaned in pain, causing Chuuya to shake his head. God, she was just as crazy and psychotic as he remembered her to be. “What are you doing here? You stalkin me or something?

And he wouldn’t have put it past her if that was the case, considering what she had just done to this lowly low class criminal. Why else would she be in port mafia territory? It wasn’t the see Dazai, that mackerel already expressed how he didn’t want her here in his line of work.

Asagao only seemed confused by his comment though, looking around the alley before putting her hands up in defense with a goofy grin. “What? Oh no no, not at all. If I was stalking you, you wouldn’t even know it until it was too late haha.”

It seemed she meant that as a joke, but it only made Chuuya pale at the implications of what she could do to him if she truly wanted to follow him around, and Asa seemed to notice that as well, her lips dropping an awkward neutral expression. “Sorry, bad joke. Was just trying to lighten the mood. I’m not stalking you, promise. I just happened to be here. Small world, huh?”

Chuuya only raised a skeptical eye though. “You’re telling me you just happened to be in port mafia territory? Cut the shit, Asagao. You think I’d believe that? You’re up to something.”

And what Chuuya didn’t know was that the reason for her strange outing was in order to clear her head of that kiss that Dazai had shared with her a couple days ago. It seemed she also was having a malfunction of her own, one that she wasn’t ready to tell anyone.

Asa shook her head in response at his accusation, put a hand to her heart passionately and dramatically. “No, really, it’s true this time. I’m not, promise! I’m not up to anything remotely shady..currently..”

Groaning in exasperation at the last part of her sentence, he grumbled. “God, you’re so much like Dazai. Give me a damn break..”

It was the one thing he hated about her the most. How she was like Dazai, the very bane of his existence. With her here it seemed like his eternal punishment had been doubled, giving him two long lasting menaces instead of one.

Great, just great. He could already feel a headache coming on.

Yet that’s when he heard her voice again. “Hey Chu..”

Grumbling under his breath, the ginger’s head snapped up with annoyance, his voice sharp and cold. “What, what the hell do you want now?!”

Yet the second his eyes looked on hers, he found a different expression on her face, a softer, more somber one than before. “I wanted to apologize again for what I did. I was just so excited to meet you again that I got carried away. I promise I won’t overstep and ask you to be my friend again.”

And there it was again, that stupid face, the one that haunted his dream. God, why did she look so sad and vulnerable while talking about something so stupid? It couldn’t be real, she couldn’t be serious.

Asa was clearly a manipulative person, she was just trying to wrap him around her finger, he knew it. People like Dazai didn’t have a heart, and they certainly didn’t have feelings.

Besides, she knew what she was doing when she tricked him to use that stupid nickname and roped him into that little sick kidnapping plot that she and Dazai set up. She said it herself. There was no way she could have remorse for that.

But then why was he still feeling incredibly shitty for it? God, this woman was messing with his head. He needed to stop thinking about it.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Chuuya simply nodded, not revealing any of the inner turmoil he was feeling from her seemingly sincere apology. “Good.”

The mafioso then cleared his throat. “If you know then get out of here already.”

Nodding her head, Asagao turned to look around the alley. “Right, I should head home now. Let’s see it’s just..umm..”

Chuuya then raised an eye as he watched the girl glance at her surroundings, seeing the disconnect between her glasses and her eyes. Just what the hell was she doing, another trick? “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Giggling to herself in a nervous fashion, Asa continued to look around with a nod. “Sorry..I..was just…uh..”

And the more she looked around like a puppy, the more Chuuya was getting annoyed. Why the hell did it look like she didn’t know where she was? Wandering around like a lost little child..wait..

That’s when Chuuya paused, turning to her with annoyance. “Ah hell, don’t tell me you’re lost..”

Asagao then paused her search before laughing in order to rub her hair with an apologetic smile as her glasses slipped a little down her nose. “Hahaha oops?”

Oops? Oops?! That’s all she could say? She wandered into port mafia territory, lost herself lost like a child and all she had to say was oops?! Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

Putting his hands in his head with a groan, the mafioso shouted. “How can you be lost?!”

Asa only shrugged playfully though. “Ah well, it sorta just happened?”

The boy was only stunned in disbelief though. “Why are you acting so calm? Like this is a normal thing for you? Oh no, don’t tell me this is a normal thing for you..”

Laughing again, Asagao pushed her glasses back onto her face. “Sad to say, it is. It’s okay, I’m used to it. I’m sure I’ll find my way some way or another. I always do, haha.”

Although that’s when Chuuya watched the girl turn around a little too quickly and confidently, walking face first into the nearest alley wall, just like she did a couple days ago when he found out Dazai was her boyfriend.

Ah hell, this was a normal thing for her, she wasn’t kidding.

Immediately racing up to her, Chuuya pulled her shoulder back, disconnecting her from the wall like a frantic mother hen in order to check her face with annoyance. “H-Hey, watch where you’re going, damn it!”

Asa only smiled though, allowing his gloved hands to trace across her new bruised injury before brushing it off like nothing. “It’s okay, Chu Chu, I’m all good! I just thought I had a bit more space before the wall. I guess not though, huh? Haha.”

And the fact that she was disregarding the action was concerning enough, neither mind the fact that Chuuya had seen her walk into walls and get hit by objects way too often for him to like.

But that didn’t make sense. He had seen her power firsthand. She was an incredibly skilled fighter and expert marksman, especially with that terrifying time stop ability of hers. So why was she always bumping into shit?

Taking a step back from her, Chuuya frowned. “I don’t understand how you can be such a damn klutz when I saw you take down hordes of enemies single handedly.”

Asa then dusted herself off before her eyes lit up with understanding. “Oh, that’s easy! It’s because I wasn’t wearing my glasses then. I can see everything without them, and I mean everything. But I usually only take them off when I’m fighting cause it gets..intense..”

Moving his gaze to her large dorky glasses that took up her entire face, Chuuya’s face flashed in realization. That’s right, all those times she was kicking ass it was without her glasses, with her scary hollow corpse like eyes. That made sense.

And she said that was intense? Intense was a damn understatement.

Chuuya shivered at the memory, those dead iris’ still stuck in his mind. “So you’re a walking disaster the rest of the time then?”

Asa only smiled in reply. “A-Ah..yeah, you could say that..”

Blinking at her disbelief, the boy put his hands in his head again. Here she was, a lethal killer, a weapon of unstopping force and yet the idiot couldn’t walk more than a couple feet without walking into a wall. Talk about versatility. She was something else, really.

He didn’t know whether to laugh or scream at that information.

And part of him really wanted to leave her in the middle of port mafia territory, to walk away and have her wander around walking into walls and buildings all day, but another part of him, an annoying part felt the need to help the lost puppy before she got herself killed and walked into oncoming traffic by accident.

Because that totally sounded like something she would do.

Feeling his guilty conscience start to emerge victorious, Chuuya then dropped his hands with frustration before turning back to the stupid red haired girl before shoving them into his pocket in a mutter. “Kill me now, why does it have to be me?”

Then he raised his voice, quickly turning to leave the alley with a stomp of anger. “Fine, I give up. Hurry up before I change my mind!”

He expected her to follow him, but as soon as he got to the end of the alley, he turned only to find Asa staring at him with confusion. Ah, you’ve gotta be kidding me. Did he need to get a leash or something? She really was a stupid lost puppy.

Just then, Chuuya remembered what Dazai said to him back before they got kidnapped. That stupid mackerel always dragged her around by her wrist and said that he had to or else she’d be lost without him.

At first he took it as a possessive metaphor but damn it, it was real wasn’t it? Shitty Dazai knew she’d get lost if he didn’t grab onto her.

Stomping back up to her, Chuuya then grumbled to himself before wordlessly looking down at her hand. He didn’t want to latch onto her wrist like Dazai did, that seemed dehumanizing, even for her. Which only left one option left, just great.

The mafioso then sighed before wrapping his gloved hand around her bare one before practically pulling her out of the alleyway. “You’re insufferable..always making my life difficult..”

And as he began to lead her out of port mafia territory and back to civilian life, Asa looked down at his hand intertwined with his before speaking in confusion. “Chu Chu, you don’t have to..”

But Chuuya only shouted back, clearly annoyed by what he was doing. “Just shut up before I leave you in the middle of the road. I can’t believe I’m doing this, you’re such a child..getting lost like an idiot..”

Yet though his words were harsh, Asagao’s lips couldn’t help but curve into a small smile at the gesture. He could’ve left her alone, he should’ve considering what she did to him the last time they saw each other and yet he was helping her get back home.

He really was a good guy after all.

So she remained quiet, allowing Chuuya to drag her across the city until she recognized some of the landmarks and was able to give him directions back to Oda’s apartment.

Finally arriving back on the very familiar steps of her brother's place, Chuuya then let go only to see him walk away without a word as Asagao willed something to her lips to stop him. She didn’t want him to go, she wanted to spend more time with him, but he obviously didn’t want the same.

So she said the first thing that came to mind. “U-Um..if you ever want to come inside and hang out just let me know! The offer is always out there!”

Chuuya on the other hand didn’t even reply, happy to be rid of Dazai’s crazy and annoying girlfriend. The sooner he got away from her weird and strange mannerisms the better. He already had that shitty mackerel to deal with on a daily basis, the last thing he needed was a more directly changed and confusing version of him around.

Just then, the boy’s phone began to ring only for Chu to answer with a gruff reply. “What?”

The voice on the other end was a familiar one to the boy, the ginger’s harsh greeting leaving the receiver unbothered. “Ah, Chuuya! There’s my favorite grumpy mafioso I wanted to hear from. We got a bit of a problem here I was hoping you could solve.”

Already groaning from the implications, Chuuya frowned. “What is it this time, Piano Man?”

The man, Piano Man, was the head of a small group in the port mafia known as the young bloods, and it was a group that Chuuya associated with more recently. They were a team, helping each other with various cases and missions over the last year or so.

The leader only hummed though, and Chuuya practically could see the amused smile he always wore from the other side of the call. “You see, this new job the boss assigned is going to be a tough one. It requires a set of skills that your partner could fulfill but I just heard that Mori sent him on an assignment out of the country. Which means we’re lacking one annoyingly smart demon prodigy.”

Chuuya sighed at that, shaking his head before running his gloved fingers through his hair. “And why in the hell would the boss send Dazai away out of the country and then assign a job that needs his stupid skills? That makes no damn sense.”

Piano Man paused for a second before answering. “You didn’t hear this from me but it sounds like a test. Like the boss wants you to figure out how to finish the job at a disadvantage.”

Widening his eyes at that, Chuuya stopped walking. A test? Could that really be true, was Mori really testing him on how competent he was? But why would he want to test him? Wait, no, it couldn’t be..

Chuuya had been trying to become an executive like Dazai for years, was this his chance, was Mori trying to see if he was worthy of it? “You don’t think he’s testing me to be an executive, do you?”

There’s another hum on the other end before Piano Man answers rather amused. “Seems like it. Or at least it’s a step in that direction. The boss definitely has an eye on you for something. If not for the executive position then for something to show your worth to him.”

And that was something that made the boy’s heart stop in anxiety. Piano was right. This was his chance, his chance to show the boss that he was good enough to be an executive. He would finish this job without Dazai and earn his executive spot next to that mackerel.

For you see, this was something that Chuuya had wanted more than anything, ever since he was manipulated into joining the port mafia from the sheep. But it wasn’t for the power or the position, that’s not what the boy cared about.

No, there was one thing that was shackling him to the organization and to Mori as a whole, and that was his past, his history, his memory.

It was the one thing he could never have. His life started when he was seven years old. Before that there was nothing. Just a blank void that Chuuya could never uncover no matter how hard he tried. It always felt like a part of him was missing, like he was never completely whole.

And that’s why Chuuya needed to be an executive, it was because executives could see confidential files, including the information on Chuuya’s family and his past. He wanted it so badly, to know who he was, what he was, if he was even human or not. It was eating at him for years, the blanks in his memory driving him almost insane with possibility and fear.

Because of that, he knew he had to be an executive, to ease his mind and his heart.

And he would do absolutely anything to get it, even if it meant betting on impossible odds.

Narrowing his eyes in serious intent, the boy felt his fingers tighten on the phone. “We don’t need that shitty Dazai. We’ll show the boss we don’t need him.”

Piano Man seemed to nod on the other side of the phone. “That’s great and all but how are you going to work around the loss of Dazai? You have another crazy smart psychopath in your back pocket we could use?”

The boy frowned at that. His friend had a point. Dazai was a special kind of evil, finding someone that could equal him would be nearly impossible. No one in the mafia was that kind of insane.

Chuuya then opened his mouth to reply before an idea flashed in his mind. Wait, he did have someone like that, didn’t he? Someone that was just like Dazai, someone that could make the job succeed. Not in the mafia, but somewhere else.

Dazai’s girlfriend could do it, she could replace the demon prodigy for the job.

Just then, that shitty mackerels voice echoed into his mind like a warning

“The last place I will allow her to be is in the port mafia.”

Ah, that’s right. Dazai said that he didn’t want her in the port mafia, in the darkness like him, even if she fit into it so well. By getting her involved in this case Chuuya would be going against that bandage losers wishes.

But why should he care? That shitty bastard and his girlfriend had used and manipulated him for their own whims without a care, why couldn’t he do it himself for once? And it wasn’t like he was dragging Asagao into the port mafia, he just wanted her for this job.

Dazai could get over it. That bastard wasn’t even in the country. It was time for him to be selfish for once. He needed Asagao in order to be an executive, to learn about his family. It was for a good cause. Besides, Chuuya was just repaying the favor of her manipulation with his own.

And he hated to stoop to Dazai’s level but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Tightening his hold on the phone once more, Chuuya spoke. “Actually, I think I do.”

And then he hung up before turning back to find Asagao putting the key in the lock of her door, completely oblivious to the plan that was slowly brewing in Chuuya’s mind. That’s right, he could do this, for his future, for his memories.

Taking a step forward, the boy then called out to her, sealing his decision.

“That offer still available?”

Chapter 22:

"Tonight You're An Honorary Flag"

“That offer still available?”

Chuuya regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth.

Somehow, it felt like with those four little words, something was put in motion that the poor ginger could never take back, an unfortunate fate that internally told him he could never be rid of this little psychopath now that he had given her an inch of attention.

And that was explicitly clear when Asagao immediately turned around, her eyes widening with a mix of disbelief and shock as she tried to process if she had just heard correctly. “H-Huh?”

She was staring at him so intensely, he felt all his words die inside his throat, everything inside of him was telling him to backtrack, to forget the plan completely.

But unfortunately that wasn’t possible as Asagao practally raced up to him in half desperation and half confusion as she leaned in closer to him, invading his personal space without socially recognizing it. “What did you just say?”

Oh god, he was screwed.

He knew it, just from the look on her face. There was no going back. He had already dug his grave, and now he had to lie in it.

Swallowing the dread away, Chuuya repeated the words, the syllables like acid on his tongue. “I said, is that offer still available? To…hang out?”

God, he had to force the last phrase out of his lips before he resisted the urge to vomit. He had to remember this was for a purpose, he was using her. It would be worth it.

Please be worth it.

Asagao on the other hand still seemed to be processing his acceptance of her offer, blinking in half disbelief as she repeated them back. “…you want to hang out with me? Really?”

He could feel it, her claws were in him now, she had taken the bait. There truly was no going back now.

Reluctantly nodding, he took a step closer against the better judgment before muttering gruffly. “Is that a problem?”

Asa immediately shook her head though, racing up to the cautious ginger before practically bouncing on her heels like a little puppy, eyes wide with giddy excitement. “You are kidding?! Of course it’s okay, I’d love that! Oh wow, this is the best day ever. I never thought you’d say yes! I mean I always thought that you hated me and I just..”

She was so loud, so ear grating that he was already pissed off, putting his hand to her lips before she went on with her incessant word vomit. “Okay, I get it. Just shut up already. You talk too much.”

Asa didn’t seem bothered or annoyed by that though, simply nodding with understanding before giving one of her brain dead smiles. “Ah, sorry! I’m just excited. I’ll work on it though, Chu Chu, I promise.”

There’s a beat of silence then as Chuuya waits for her to let him inside her apartment but she just continues to stare at him with that dumb stupid smile, staring at him without a word like she was savoring the moment and taking some imagery photo in her head.

And frankly, it was getting awkward, really awkward.

First the girl couldn’t shut up and now she wasn’t saying a damn thing? Chuuya was already getting a headache and severely regretting this plan.

She clearly was more trouble then she was worth, maybe even more batshit insane then Dazai was, which was saying a lot.

Chuuya then clears his throat only for Asa to turn her head in confusion. “Hm?”

The mafioso then groans before putting his head in his hands to calm his temper and point to the door to remind her what he’s waiting on.

He couldn’t get on with this if she didn’t open the damn door!

Asagao then widens her eyes before seemingly turning back to life, bouncing up to the door and pulling out her key. “Oh, right! Sorry, come on in. Make yourself at home! I’ll make some tea, do you like tea Chu Chu?”

He mutters back: “Not really…”

Nodding her head, she turns the key and the door cracks open. “No worries. I have lots of options. What would you like?”

The boy knew the answer immediately, it was the only thing that was going to get him through this awful encounter and night with Dazai’s insane girlfriend. “Alcohol, lots of it. Wine preferably.”

Asa hums at that. “Hmm okay, I think we have some of that. I’ll go take a look!”

He then watched her wild auburn hair disappear inside as Chuuya apprehensively ascended to the steps before freezing at the doorway as a horrible thought popped into his mind before he could cross the threshold.

Hold on, just what the hell was he going to walk into?

It was no secret that Dazai’s girlfriend wasn’t exactly…sane, in any capacity, and that was being generous.

He had seen her tear through enemies like butter, had witnessed her twisted manipulative plots so to be completely honest he was absolutely terrified of what he’d find inside these walls.

What if her idea of decor was something sick and twisted like severed heads or jars of eyeballs? What if her entryway was bathed in blood in her enemies and scattered with human remains hanging from the ceilings? What if she had some poor bastard tied up gutted like a fish in the living room? Honestly, the possibilities were endless.

And yeah sure, Chuuya was in the mafia, he had seen his fair share of fucked up and horrible things but there was something about Asagao that unsettled him in a way no one else ever could. She had this manic unhinged vibe about her that not even Dazai could match.

At least with Dazai you knew what you were getting, with Asagao it was anyone’s guess.

And that was absolutely terrifying because the possibilities that he was going to see something absolutely grotesque was way too high for his liking.

He had seen her idea of “fun” and he definitely didn’t like it considering it involved breaking people’s legs and manipulating them to her will.

A shiver ran up Chuuya’s spine at the thought before he shoved it down. What the hell was he so freaked out for? He was Nakahara Chuuya damn it, mafioso and past king of the sheep. He could handle one psychopath's house..right?

Taking a deep breath, the boy then closed his eyes before stepping into the house, pausing in the entryway before counting to three in his head in case he had to mentally prepare for what he was about to see. Please no severed heads, please no severed heads, please no severed heads.

But when he opened his eyes, the mafioso paused at what he saw.

Hold on, this was…normal?

He could hardly believe it. The apartment that he was so worried about was just a normal everyday apartment, warm, cozy, nothing that he associated with Asagao. In fact, it didn't even look like her place at all. Her psycho touches were nowhere to be seen.

Her voice then rings through his ears right next to him. “What are you looking at?”

Chuuya immediately jumped before turning to find Asagao standing behind him, a seemingly innocent smile on her lips but he wasn't fooled. How long had she been watching him? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

Damn it, this girl was making him anxious.

Perhaps it was because he was inside of her domain now, in a place he didn’t fully know or understand. She had the advantage here and he hated that idea more than anything.

Shaking his head, he managed out a response. “N-Nothing, I was just looking. Your place is..not really like you.”

She tilts her head at that. “What do you mean?”

Clearing his throat, Chuuya forces his voice to come out normally, regardless of the nervous twitch of his fingers. “It looks, you know, normal…and you’re…not.”

And any normal person would’ve been offended by that, but of course since the girl had a screw loose, Asa simply hummed in response. “Oooh, yeah no you're right. That’s because it's not my place. It’s my brothers.”

Chuuya nodded absentmindedly, before pausing to process her words. Wait, did she just say brother? he didn’t know she even had a family, never mind a brother. “Oh..I see. I assume your brother isn’t here right now then?”

He glanced into the room, half expecting a more psychotic version of Asa to pop out (if that was even possible) only for her to laugh at his question. “Nah, he’s dead. Anyways, have a seat! Tea’s almost ready, and I found some wine for you too! It’s your lucky day Chu Chu.”

Then disappearing into the living room next to them, Chuuya found himself alone once more, leaving him speechless and utterly whiplashed from their conversation.

Wait, did she just say dead? Her brother was dead? What kind of fucked up reaction was that?! Why was she brushing it off and laughing about her family member being dead?

Just then, Chuuya got a grave thought. She didn’t..kill him, right? No, there’s no way. She was crazy but she wasn’t that crazy. She wouldn’t kill her own brother and then laugh about his dead corpse, right?

But to be completely honest the mafioso wasn’t completely sure if she would or not. She was like a hurricane, a disaster leaving him in the whirlwind each and every time. Perhaps she was capable of such a thing.

There did seem to be a disconnect there, between her and her dead brother.

Either way, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the whole story.

Shaking the thought away, Chuuya then hesitantly stepped into the living room only for her to beam and pat the seat across from her as he noticed a fresh glass of wine on the coffee table, waiting ominously for him. “Ah, there you are! I got your wine, don’t worry though. I didn’t poison it or anything.”

She laughs to herself, smiling widely as he is forced to sit in the seat, the soft plush cushions of the sofa doing nothing to ease him in any way. He still felt like he was in a prison, the walls of her house confining and strangely ominous.

And why did she mention poison?! He wasn’t thinking about it before but now he was. What if she still actually laced his drink? He wouldn’t have put it past her. That sounded like something fucked up she could do.

Feeling his stomach turn suddenly he wasn’t in the mood for alcohol anymore.

The room was quiet, Chuuya hearing nothing but the sound of his own anxious breathing as he looked around the space to catalog every corner in case he had to fight his way out of this seemingly innocent room and to not look at the possibly laced wine.

He then catches a stack of bandages on a table in the corner, knowing that Dazai was here recently. Damn, she was fully stocked up. How often did that bandage freak come here? He knew she was that bastard’s girlfriend but that was enough gauze to last three to five years.

Getting back on topic, the ginger haired boy then sucked in a breath before turning back to her to get this over with. “Listen up, I..I have to talk to you about something, alright?”

Asa blinks in surprise at that, picking up her teacup with interest. “Yeah of course. Anything, Chu Chu.”

And it took everything within him not to snap at her or punch her for her stupid ass nickname. He hated it more than anything but that was not what mattered right now.

Still, he couldn’t stop his eye from twitching a bit in lingering distaste. “Right so, I have this mission coming up and it’s a damn big one.”

Asa beams at that, leaning forward in interest, like a kid on Christmas. “Oh, a mission! How exciting. Is it a dangerous one? Are you gonna beat a bunch of people up? Sounds super fun!”

Fun? That was not the word he would use to describe his port mafia missions, literally ever. Sure, beating people up could be rewarding but it was more of a pain in the ass more than anything.

But the way she was looking at him, it was like she was jealous of said mission, urging him for the glory details that would make any sane person run away.

Of course she’d be into the violence aspect of the job, considering how enjoyable she found tearing apart those rivals a couple days ago. What a freak.

Doing his best to humor her, Chuuya nods in discomfort. “Right..anyways, we’ve got a hell of a problem. This job requires Dazai’s lazy ass but he’s not in the country at the moment..”

The boy then swallows his words before continuing. “And we need someone with his skill set..and you’re kind of the only option we have at the moment..”

God, this was so fucking hard. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to be reliant on a crazy girl to help them. But it was for his family, for the flags, for him to be an executive. It had to be done.

Finishing, Chuuya forces out the rest of the question, gritting his teeth like it’s physically painful for him to ask. “So, uhh..will you help?”

And then, he sits in silence again, the only sound being the ticking clock on the wall as he fidgets with his hands as she stares at him blankly.

Why the hell was she just staring at him like that? One minute he couldn’t shut her up and now she was quiet as a damn mouse? Ugh, he hated this.

Then, the mafioso watched as Asa carefully puts down her teacup before straightening back up and lifting her hand like a child wanting to ask a question in school.

Seriously, what the hell?

Holding back a groan, Chuuya speaks. “Yes?”

Asa then puts her hand down before her voice comes out in curiosity. “Would it be rude to point out the fact that you're withholding information from me or is that something that normal people usually keep to themselves?”

And Chuuya feels his blood run cold.

What?

How in the...she realized he was hiding something?! She noticed that he was using her? No way, there’s no way she knew that. He didn’t say a damn thing. She was just bluffing, that had to be it.

Feeling himself turn speechless, he stuttered. “W-What? I’m not hiding anything..”

But Asagao is quick to correct him, giggling in an amused manner before crossing her legs casually and leaning against the sofa. “Come on Chu Chu, of course you are. It’s everywhere. In your body language, in your eyes, but mostly in the tone of your voice. You’re definitely withholding something from me.”

Blinking in disbelief, he shakily asked. “My..voice?”

She only nods though, smiling happily while she picks him apart. “Mhm, the tone is more forced, about a half octave lower than usual. And your foot has been tapping anxiously ever since you sat down in an irregular rhythm of about ¾. You’re nervous about this job, and not only that, there's a hint of desperation in your tone as well, hidden but not invisible. You need to do this job for some reason. Hence, you withholding information.”

And Chuuya is stunned, absolutely positively stunned. No fucking way. She clocked him immediately. It was terrifying, how she picked him apart like nothing. What else did she notice that she hadn’t outright pointed out? Shit, he was in over his head.

He couldn’t deny it anymore, it was for sure. “How..how did you..”

Asa only beams at that, picking her teacup back up again and taking a sip. “Ah, it’s talent really, or a curse depending on the day. If I took my glasses off I’d be able to read you more but I know they freak you out.”

She taps her large dorky glasses to enhance her point and Chuuya shivers, remembering her cold dead, lifeless eyes behind the lenses. He didn’t want to know what she was capable of without those things on.

The silence hangs in the air for a couple seconds more before Asa breaks it. “Well either way, I won’t be able to help you. I’m sorry.”

Blinking in disbelief, Chuuya gasps, leaning forward. “W-What? Why the hell not? I thought you’d jump at a chance to beat up some bastards like last time.”

Her smile turns sad at that. “Oh believe me, I do love a good fight but I can’t be that close to the mafia. For..personal reasons.”

Personal reasons? What the hell did that mean, and why did she look so sad about it? Chuuya didn’t know, but it seemed like whatever it was she wasn’t going to budge on it.

You’ve got to be kidding me, she was his best shot.

Grumbling at the rejection, Chuuya’s eyes glance back to the stack of bandages on the table before narrowing. Her personal reason must have something to do with that bastard.

He did say the last place he wanted his girlfriend to be was in the mafia but the ginger thought he was just being possessive. Perhaps it was more than that. “Because of Dazai?”

Yet he was surprised when she simply shook her head. “No..not because of him.”

Wait, if it wasn’t because of Dazai then why didn’t she want to be in the mafia? It seemed to be the perfect place for her, to nurture her fucked up and psychotic desires and interests. It didn’t make any sense to him.

Either way, she wasn’t going to help him, he wasn’t going to complete this job and become an executive to find his family. The realization was earth shattering, his heart sinking inside his chest and dropping his head.

She was his only shot of getting this done and now it was nearly impossible.

Yet that’s when he hears Asa’s voice, the tone softer than usual as she leans forward and puts a hand on his shoulder in reassurance. “Why is this job so important to you, Chuuya?”

It was the first time she had used his first name, but he hardly realized it, too lost in his own thoughts. He doesn’t want to tell her, he doesn't want her to know how empty he is, how broken.

Shaking his head, he dismisses her urge to get him to open up. “It’s for the port mafia, it’s important for us..”

But Asagao is smart, far too smart then he wants her to be, her fingers giving his shoulders a small squeeze in response. “You wouldn’t come ask me if it was only for the port mafia. This is personal.”

Cursing under his breath at her stupid talent of reading people, he runs his hands through his hair before giving up. It wasn’t going to work if he held shit back anyways.

He’s going to have to tell her, whether he likes it or not. “It’s for me, okay? I need to get this damn mission done, so the boss will make me an executive.”

He hears her voice grow surprised but he refuses to look. “An executive? Like Samu?”

Chuuya only nods, his own fingers gripping into his hair and pulling on it. He hates talking about this, especially with her. “Yeah, I need it. It’s the only way the boss will let me into a file to..to find my family.”

Once again, he hears her curious voice. “Your family..”

Gritting his teeth, he feels his lips form words against his permission. “Yeah, I don’t..I don’t remember them. Anything about them. I don’t even know if I have a damn family, that's why..I need to know..”

The air is quiet again and he absolutely hates it. Out of everyone, why is it her that has to find out about his family, about his weakness? He feels disgusting, weak, pouring his heart out to a girl without one.

But he couldn’t lie. Not to her. He wanted to, but it was impossible, she’d read him anyway. God, this silence was suffocating, it was like he couldn’t even breathe, crushed by his own inadequacy.

Although that’s when he hears her speak, and it’s small, emotional. “It’s like a black hole, an empty carven that you are desperately trying to fill. A part of you is missing without them, so you cling to anything you can, including that file. That’s why you need it, why you need to complete this mission, right?”

And Chuuya pauses before lifting his head to look at her this time. She had read him again, but this time it felt different, more personal, like she understood.

But how could she understand? How could she comprehend the loss of his own blood, the family he never knew and so desperately wished to?

But little did he know, Asa knew that feeling extremely well, more than anyone else.

And her heart bled for him. She didn’t want anyone to experience the emptiness she felt, the one her big brother Oda left behind. It hurt, more than anyone could ever imagine, that gaping hole of nothingness, the blank space that they both so desperately wanted to fill in more than anything.

And she promised Ango she wouldn’t run to the mafia, she told Dazai that she would walk a different path then the hellhound association she was created to be, she wanted to stay true to her brother’s wish to keep her out of this life...

But that look in Chuuya’s eyes, that sad awful familiar look, made her waver.

It made her start to consider a very dangerous idea.

The ginger doesn’t sense the conflict in her though, his mind too occupied by his own thoughts, his skin crawling with a vulnerability he rarely ever shows. It was like Asagao had stripped him down to his bare heart and he hated it.

Asagao then looks away for a moment, as if debating something he doesn’t understand before speaking again, into the space. “If I were to help you, what would you give me?”

At that, Chuuya immediately snaps his head to her. Wait, she was thinking about helping him? No way. It was like a ray of hope flickered to life at her very statement.

And he knew it didn’t matter what she asked for, he would give it to her.

He was that desperate.

Desperate to find out his family, desperate to know if he was truly human or just a monster underneath it all. He needed to know the answer to the thing he was secretly terrified of.

But he was still wary, she had the power right now and he was sure she’d use it extensively. “What do you want?”

Asagao hums at that before tilting her head in curiosity. “What are you offering?”

He pauses at that. What could he possibly offer this psycho that she’d actually agree with? It had to be something she wanted or else she’d probably turn him down.

Getting an idea a second later, Chuuya tries to shut it down in his mind. Oh hell no, anything but that. But if that was the only option, he had no choice but to swallow his pride.

It was the one thing she had asked him for and he completely turned her down.

God damn it, he had no choice.

Groaning to himself, Chuuya then sucks in a heavy breath before sealing his fate forever. “I’m offering..my friendship.”

And he hated it when she immediately widened her eyes, her mouth dropping open with shock as she leaned forward and once again evaded his personal space. “W-Wait, you’re serious? We can be friends??”

Resisting the urge to take it back, he nods, leaning back to get some space. “...yes. We can be friends.”

Asagao then gasps before immediately standing up, outstretching her hand, like sealing the deal with the devil itself. “Deal! You got yourself one Asagao! Congrats!”

He’s stunned at that, blinking in disbelief, his mind reeling in a million different directions. “W-What? You’ll help? But you said..”

She only smiles though, waving her hand away like she had forgotten her reservations even though they were so important before. “Ah, it’s fine it’s fine, it’s only one mission right? And I gotta help my brand new friend!”

Looking down for a second, Asagao then paused before a flash of a very familiar bandaged boy flashed in her head, her lips tingling with memory from a certain kiss only for her to blush and turn around away from him for a second, muttering under her breath. “Besides, I could use a distraction..”

Yet before he could question it, the frantic auburn haired girl slaps her cheeks twice to snap her out of something before turning back around with a smile. “Anyways, what are you waiting for? Shake my head already, Chu Chu! Let’s make our agreement official!”

Outstretching her hand again, Asa wiggles her fingers to coax Chuuya as he looks at it, a sense of hope and dread in his stomach.

This was it, if he shook her hand there was no going back, he knew it.

It felt like a contract with a demon, a scary unpredictable demon wearing the disguise of a cute red haired girl and something inside him told him that if he grabbed her hand, he would never be able to get away.

That this would seal his fate, for better or for worse.

But somehow, he lifted his hand outwards in a resigned fate. Consequences be damned, he needed her. “Fine. You have a deal. Just don’t expect me to be all chummy with you or some shit..”

Asa only beams though, shaking his hand joyfully, so much so he thinks his arm is going to fall off. “Oh, don’t worry about that! I promise, I’ll be the best friend in the entire world! You know, I’ve never had a friend before, this is the best day ever!”

Chuuya can’t help but mutter under his breath at her comment. “I can’t imagine why..”

He meant it as an insult, knowing fully well why no one ever stuck around. No one could probably keep up with her brand of crazy, except for Dazai that is.

Asagao only nods though, a finger to her chin in silent contemplation. “Yeah, I don’t know either. But you know Chu Chu, I would’ve done it without the bribe.”

At that, Chuuya felt his eyes widen, seeing red immediately.

Excuse me? What the hell did she just say?! She didn’t need a bribe, she would’ve said yes without him offering up his stupid friendship?? He didn’t have to do that?!

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

Standing up with his fists clenched, the boy shouts, absolutely livid. “You didn’t need the bribe?!”

Asa only shrugs though, pissing him off more. “Mmm nope, just wanted to see if you’d offer me anything good. And you did! It was a good one too, thanks for that.”

Feeling his eye twitch, it took everything within him not to ring her neck. He was absolutely played, just like when they first met. That shady little bitch.

He hated her, he absolutely hated her.

Asagao then beams before turning around, gesturing for him to follow her as she skips towards the door, very happy with herself for her deception. “Now then, come on new best friend, let’s start this mission!”

Best friend…she called him her best friend. She was already pushing her luck, he said friend not best friend. God, he didn’t know how he was going to do this.

A part of him wanted to call off the whole thing right then and there but he withheld, just barely, chanting a mantra in his head, one he was hoping would get him through this awful horrible mission. I need her, I can’t kill her. I need her, I can’t kill her.

I need her, but damn it..

I want to kill her.

It turns out once Asagao got to the front door leading outside, she remembered something important, muttering something about having to change and get something so Chuuya just gave her the address to the Flags base and left without her.

Which honestly he was thankful for because he didn’t know if he could take another second of her, and if he was forced to walk side by side with her all the way into port mafia territory he probably would’ve drowned her in the nearby river before they got there.

Getting to the familiar base, Chuuya put his finger up to his temple to quell his pounding headache. He seemed to get those after every unpleasant interaction with Dazai’s crazy ass girlfriend.

He stepped into the base, sighing only for Piano Man to notice his distress, smirking as he strolls up to his fellow member. “Hey Chuuya, there you are. Did you get that replacement for Dazai you were talking about?”

Closing his eyes in defeat, the ginger sighed. “Yeah, she’ll be here soon, unfortunately.”

At his words, Lippman raised his brow, strolling forward like the flirt he was. “Did you just say girl? Way to go Chuuya! Is she hot?”

The boy only rolled his eyes though. “Don't start, you pervert. She’s my age.”

Lippman’s shoulders slumped at that, disappointment across his face. Just when he thought he had a new bit of eye candy to look at. He had no interest in kids. That was gross. “Ugh, seriously? You got me excited for nothing.”

The man then began to pout only for Albatross to pat his back once in amusement. “It’s alright man, I’m sure this kid is something special if she can substitute for Dazai. Isn’t that right Chuuya? I can’t wait to meet her!”

Albatross was always the optimist, but his words of interest only made Chuuya groan more, his fingers pinching his nose in clear exhaustion. “Look guys, there’s something you need to know before you meet her. Yeah she can fill in for that bastard but she’s just as batshit insane as him.”

The flags all look at each other in surprise. Just as crazy as Dazai? That was quite the statement. They didn't think anyone could be as nuts as the infamous demon prodigy. He was a breed in itself.

Piano Man turns his head in concern at that. “What do you mean?”

Chuuya then opens his mouth before shutting it right after. What could he even say, how could he describe someone as unhinged as Asagao? He honestly didn’t know. It was like simple words didn’t do her justice, and he meant that in the most derogatory way possible.

Yet that’s when the door knocks and the ginger mafioso groans. Well, they were going to find out for themselves, whether they liked it or not. “You’ll see.”

Walking over to the door, Chuuya then takes a breath before opening it only to find Asagao’s smiling face, her body bouncing up and down like she can’t contain herself as she brushes past the boy to make herself inside without being invited in.

Of course she did, he’s not even surprised anymore.

And the Flags are certainly surprised when the small cute red haired girl with large dorky glasses hops into the room, her mouth dropped open in awe and wonder as she looks around like a kid in a candy shop. “Whoaaa, a real life mafia base. This is so cool!’

Piano Man can’t help but chuckle at her childish energy. “Someone’s excited.”

Hearing his voice, Asagao then turns and gasps before racing up to the group, a goofy smile on her lips as she outstretches her hand. “Oh, hello! Nice to meet you! You must be Chuuya’s friends! I’m Asagao but you can call me Asa if you’d like. Lots of people do! Oh, I’m just so excited to be here, really!”

The Flags stood in silence for a moment at her overload of energy. They didn’t get that much in the mafia so seeing her so smiley and hyper was unexpected, causing Albatross to laugh and speak first. “You sure got a lot of energy kid, I like it!”

Asa beams at that. “Thanks, I get that alot!”

Lippman can’t resist ruffling her hair in response. “Yeah, you’re a cutie! Like a little puppy!”

Piano Man laughs at his friend's comment before speaking. “So, you’re the one that’s here to help us with Dazai’s part of the plan for the mission?”

She claps her hands at that, bouncing up and down once more. “Yes! Chu Chu told me all about it and I’m here to help!”

The Flags look at each other and can’t help but snicker at that cute nickname she gave the grumpy ginger who looked like he was two seconds from punching her a couple feet away.

Covering his lips with his hand, Lippman smirks at that. “Ah, so Chu Chu recruited you?”

Chuuya balled his fists at that, unable to keep quiet as he glared at the flashy idiot. “Don’t call me that, bastard or I’ll knock out your teeth! And you..”

He pointed to Asa. “I told you to quit it with that stupid ass name already!”

She only pouts at that though. “Whaaa? But it’s cute Chu Chu!”

Albrotss nods in agreement, enjoying the joke of making fun of him. “Yeah Chu Chu , it’s really cute! It offsets your grumpy personality!”

The ginger had enough though, stepping forward and pointing a finger at all of them. “Shut the hell up! It’s not cute, it’s fucking annoying! I swear if you say it one more time..”

Asagao then completely cuts him off, her voice giddy. “Oh! Speaking of which, I almost forgot, I have a surprise for you!”

Racing forward up to Chuuya, she then reaches into her pocket before smiling. “Lift out your arm Chu Chu! It will be worth it, I promise!”

He highly doubted that but he didn’t have much of a choice, lifting his arm up with a groan before Asa beams, taking something out and placing it around his wrist. “Ta Da! Do you love it? I made it special for you, to celebrate our new friendship!”

Chuuya then looks down to find a small handmade beaded bracelet on his wrist, the small white beads spelling out “CHUUYA” in black letters surrounded before smaller orange beads.

It was childish, like a kid’s craft on the first day of summer camp, definitely not something a mafioso should be wearing. Just what the hell was she thinking? Why did she make him something so dumb?

They weren’t even really friends.

Asa only seemed overjoyed though, bouncing on her heels with her eyes practically sparkling behind her glasses. “Well, do you love it, or do you really love it??”

Chuuya opened his mouth to tell her how stupid it was, only for Albatross to lean over with another barely suppressed snicker, enjoying this scene fully. “Aw, that's really cute Chu Chu ..”

Feeling his eye twitch at the nickname, the ginger hisses. “Shut up.”

Lippman can’t resist joining in either, glancing at the cutesy bracelet before whining. “What? No fair, where’s mine?”

Asagao only laughs though, clapping her hands together with excitement as she thinks of an idea. “Oh! I could make more if you want. I don’t mind. Then we could all have matching bracelets! Oh, that would be so fun! Like a real dream team!”

The Flags all glance at each other at that, smiling in amusement. This girl was something else, definitely way different than the usual kinds of people near the mafia. It��s like she didn’t have an evil bone in her entire body. How cute.

Tilting his head, Piano Man looks at her with amusement. You know, mafioso don’t wear friendship bracelets usually.”

Asa only shrugs though, clearly ignoring the unspoken rule of the mafia . “Aw, but why not? It could be like something to remember this job by.”

Lippman snorts at that, enjoying her innocent demeanor. “It's hard to argue with that logic.”

And it’s not just Lippman, it seemed everyone was getting a kick out of Asagao’s strange and overly excited way of looking at things, so much so that it made Chuuya groan internally and externally.

This girl, she really had everyone wrapped around her finger too easily. The way she smiled sweetly and pretended to be such a sweet innocent girl when Chuuya had seen her tear people apart and manipulate them with a flick of her wrist was absolutely infuriating.

If only they knew how much of a demon she actually was.

It pissed him off, all of his friends discrediting her as a sixteen year old kid when he could bet she was doing all this on purpose. He wouldn’t put it past her if she was perfectly crafting her responses for these guys to fawn over her.

Meanwhile, while the group is chatting, Albatross and Lippman stroll over to the assassin of the group, Iceman whos’ sitting in the corner observing the interaction, a lazy smile on Albatross’ lips.

The guy wasn’t the most social butterfly after all. Ever stoic. “Hey Iceman, come say hi to our new honorary Flag for the night. She’s a bundle of joy, huh?”

Lippman nods in agreement, focusing on his friends’ frown and downturned brows. “Yeah, quit glaring over there. You’re not being very welcoming.”

But that only made Iceman narrow his eyes even more, staring at the seemingly innocent red haired girl who was laughing with the rest of the group before speaking flat.“ I don’t like her.”

Lippman couldn’t help but raise an eye at that. He knew Iceman was wary of others given his profession but..this girl? She didn’t seem like the usual kinds of people the guy was skeptical of.

Tilting his head, the ladies man replies. “What do you mean? She’s adorable.”

Iceman is silent for a moment, just staring at Asa’s seemingly carefree expression before sighing and looking away. “I don’t know. She feels..off somehow. I don’t know how yet.”

And being an assassin Iceman was quite good at reading people and this girl, there was something more to her, he could tell. Perhaps it was in the way she smiled a bit too bright or how she disregarded the social norms of the mafia by gifting Chuuya a cutesy friendship bracelet but there was something..

Then, as if to prove his skepticism, Iceman watched from across the room as Asagao seemingly shifted her eyes from the conversation to the assassin for a split second, almost as if she noticed him staring at her before her lips curved into a small smirk for a millisecond and turning back around.

Almost like she was taking amusement in the fact he was wary of her.

Oh yeah, there was definitely something. Iceman was sure of it.

And he was determined to find out just what it exactly was.

Asagao then speaks up to the group, clapping her hands together in excitement for the night ahead of them. “So what kind of mission are we doing? I’m dying to know!”

Piano Man laughs at her enthusiasm, though he’s a little nervous about letting such a small girl join them on a dangerous job. “Well, someone’s been killing off our men and we have to figure out who. You think you’re up for it, kid? It’s not going to be easy.”

Asa doesn't seem bothered though, putting her arms up in a cheer. “Oh yeah! I’m totally in, I love a good mystery!”

Goraning in irritation, Chuuya then turns towards the door, eager to get rid of her as quickly as possible. “Let’s just get this over with, we're wasting time. Keep up or I’m leaving you behind, idiot.”

The Flags all beam at that, used to the boy’s behavior before then follow him out and towards the job as Asagao quickly pulls out her phone before scrolling through her contacts to find Dazai’s number and smile softly.

She knows she’s in dangerous territory, that she couldn’t let anyone find out she’s so close to the mafia but helping her friend came first.

But she had never had a friend before, no one could ever stomach her that long so the fact that Chuuya had offered her such a precious thing, she wasn’t going to take that for granted. She’d do anything to make him an executive and get him that file about his family.

Even if it meant going against everything her big brother ever wanted for her.

Besides, it was only for one night, one mission. Like a cinderella spell. Once the clock hit midnight she’d go back to being a normal girl again, not a bloodthirsty assassin.

What Samu didn’t know didn’t kill him, right?

She’d be back before he returned from his trip.

Then she sends him a small text before putting it back in her pocket in order to hurry up and catch up to the group.

Miss you, Samu. Come back soon.

*peeks around the corner* hey...hey ya'll, how you doing? *nervous laugh*

Long story short, my laptop broke and I haven't been able to update for the longest time rip. But I hope this chapter was worth the wait! 2024 was kinda a shit show to be honest but I'm hoping 2025 will be better. I aim to finish this story this year so fingers crossed! I'm not going to say I will upload more because every time I do something bad happens I will not say that *cries* but I really really really want to finish this, with all my heart! I will push past the A03 curse!

But eyyy! We have the chaotic Chuuya and Asa team up you've been waiting for! Poor girl just wants a friend but goes about it all wrong and Chuuya can't stand her. But I think she'll grow on him soon, whether he likes it or not! These next chatpters will feed into storm bringer and don't worry Dazai won't be away for long! We just need some Chuuya/Asa friendship first before he comes back

And Asagao knows it's dangerous for her to accept this mission but she truly is loyal to the people she cares about, and she relates to Chuuya's desperation to be an executive because while he can find out information about his family, she can't do that since her brother is dead.

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Be My Little Darling - Interlude

Chapter 12 Chapter 13

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. ANGST. There's ANGST. Mentions of grief, violence and negative self talk. Soft Loki.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. An attack on the club affects everyone, you most of all. Loki wrangles with his own demons in search of you.

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A/N: Whew! Sorry for the long wait, but I couldn't get the thought of his POV out of my head before moving on to an attack plan. This week's been shitty and this definitely helped me! The care and feeding of your favorite artists starts with a comment or reblog!

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Loki

“You…bastard,” you sighed.

“I don’t know how else to be,” he said.

Loki knew he went too far this time. He usually liked to toy with you, pushing your boundaries to see how far he could go before you truly snapped. He knew he walked a fine line but he had to know. Some deep part of him had to know where your line was. Where he couldn’t cross.

You yanked your wrist out of his grasp, panting with unreleased gasps. He wanted you to let loose. He wanted you to yell and scream and rage at him. It was all he’d ever known and he wanted to see what it would take for you to break.

“We promised no lies between us. And if you can’t give me that Loki, you can’t have me.”

He’d never heard you sound so…defeated. Angry sure, frustrated definitely, but defeated? That word didn’t belong in the same sentence as you. You refused to look at him so Loki opened his mouth, ready to fall to his knees and tell you how sorry he was. Words would never do. They were inadequate.

Ideas flew through his mind on the right way to make up for the fucked up game of cat and mouse he played with you. He only ever wanted you to love him, but love wasn’t easy. Love was snide remarks and hiding in the shadows. Love was cruel secrets. He didn’t want that with you.

The blasted screaming started. Your eyes widened and you tore off down the hallway towards the sound. Loki clenched his fists and ran after you. He was going to strangle that damn saboteur if it was the last thing he did. The fiend had caused too much pain and misery. It was a wonder he still had a club left standing.

The screams came from the Helheim room, thick black smoke rolling out of it in waves. Loki’s employees and customers ran screaming from the room. Blood-curdling screams that would make a lesser man wet himself.

You attempted to enter but Loki held you back. “I don’t like the way this looks,” he said. He stared at the thick fog. It was almost too thick. Man-made. Or perhaps magically inclined. He didn’t want you anywhere near it.

You only turned liquid eyes to him, constructed two batons, and rushed inside. “Darling!”

Fear. Loki was not unaccustomed to fear. He’d been raised and humbled by it. There had been an ever present pressure in his chest as he grew up in the shadow of Thor and the bastard son of Odin. He felt it often whenever he came so close to death he could kiss its lips. Thanos was the latest harbinger of it and Loki didn’t think he’d survive it.

He was wrong. This, he couldn’t survive. The moment you were swallowed up into the fog, an icy hand slipped around his heart and he thought he’d collapse from the strain. Getting to you was more important, his life be damned.

He rushed in right after you and it felt like slamming into a wall of slimy muck. He couldn’t see two inches from his nose, let alone determine where you were in this mess. The fog seeped everywhere. Up his nose, in his eyes, and in his mouth. He gagged on the foul taste.

“Sweetie! Baby!” Loki turned to the sound of your voice, but he couldn’t pinpoint where you were.

“Darling!” Loki barreled forward in the room, not caring what he ran into or who he ran over. He needed to know that you were okay. He couldn’t allow the last words you ever spoke to him be that he couldn’t have you. He couldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t allow it. He’d spend every waking moment taking back what he did if it just meant that you’d be safe.

“Call out!”

Loki heard your voice coming from the right side of the room. Problem was, he didn’t know how close or how far you were away.

Panic edged its way into his consciousness as he moved forward. “Call out!” You cried out again, but you sounded fainter. Far away.

“Darling!” Loki called.

“Loki!” Was that fear he heard in your voice? Loki threw out a beam of green light to combat the fog. It didn’t penetrate it in the slightest.

A curl of laughter made him whip around to face more black fog. He tried again and again to shine the green light and hoped to find his way to you. Your name fell from Loki’s lips as he tried tricks up his sleeve to clear away the fog. Nothing worked.

“Please,” Loki whispered. He wasn’t one for prayer. He had no use for foolish words carried on the wind for Odin to find. As his heart began to crack into two, he stopped moving briefly to cast his eyes upwards.

“Frigga…Mother, help her,” he pleaded. He didn’t know if his words were welcome in Valhalla. He’d likely never see it. But you…you would be celebrated there. A true warrior to your core. And today was not the day that you were taken from him. He didn’t care if he didn’t deserve you. He’d make sure you were safe.

“Darling!” Loki yelled.

“Loki!” You echoed. Where were you?

Loki’s panicked gasps only ensured that more of the thick fog entered his system. He began to feel fuzzy around the edges, like he drank tainted meade and couldn’t keep his wits about him.

There was a clanging crash of chairs and metal off in the distance. Loki turned towards the sound but there was nothing to see. He didn’t know where it came from.

“Is this all the attention I’m worth, Loki?”

Dread stopped Loki’s attempts at flashing his green light. That voice wasn’t right, but the inflection. The tone. Loki looked around, eyes darting for any glimpse of you. He just needed one. One to confirm that you were alright.

“I leave you clues to know who I am and yet all you concern yourself with is your pet?”

“No,” Loki whispered. “Why the games? Why not reveal yourself?” Loki couldn’t be sure but he thought he saw pinpricks of light at a good distance from him.

“I want to see the look on your face when you figure it out. Until then, the fun must continue. But I will not be ignored!” The voices sounded distorted, there was definitely more than one.

“Darling,” Loki breathed. A rush of fear and panic kept Loki rooted to the spot. There were only two other people in the universe who could conjure something like this. Who could throw voices, cast illusions. His mother and Enchantress.

Loki refused to speak her name, refused to give voice to his doubts. Let her have her fun at the moment. Now it all clicked into place. Parlor tricks. Mean pranks. Things designed to irritate, confuse, and leave someone feeling unsettled. He taught her that. He should have known.

Loki kept his features schooled. He didn’t know how much she could see or hear at the moment.

“Sweetie!”

Loki moved towards the sound of your voice. He scrambled through the fog, getting absolutely nowhere. Chortling laughter echoed in the wide room, poking fun at his desperate attempts to reach you. It felt like he was swimming upstream and he’d never reach you.

What if he didn’t? What if you succumbed to your fear? He didn’t even know what you were most afraid of. You’d kept that part to yourself. And as much as he wanted to crack you open and learn all your secrets, he wanted your trust more.

Too many unresolved things were between you. You weren’t allowed to leave him. Weren’t allowed to haul off and get kidnapped, or worse, killed by Enchantress before he had a chance to repent. To surrender to your mercy. He had been a complete ass to you. That wasn’t the way he wanted to treat you. That wasn’t the way he wanted you to know him. That wasn’t the way he wanted to treat the love of his life.

You screamed and Loki’s jaw went slack. He rushed forward, a clawing need burning through his legs to reach you before anything bad happened to you. As if the fog didn’t exist, it parted revealing you standing in the middle of the room faced away from him.

“Darling!” Loki rushed forward, turning you by the shoulders. You turned towards him with a pained expression, burning twins of emerald in your eyes. Not Darling.

“It should have been you,” you said.

Loki knew it was an illusion. A damn convincing one. Your eyes turned back to its original color and you rubbed your head as if coming out of a trance. He didn’t want to trust it. But what if? What if?

Loki rubbed your arms. You felt real enough. But he’d also been inside the fog long enough to become affected by it. Seeing and feeling things that weren’t there. It had been one of the first lessons he taught Enchantress. One of the first things he made sure she knew how to wield like a weapon.

“Darling?”

“Loki? Please, I’m scared.” Your voice was so small. So timid. He couldn’t trust it. But he wanted to. Gods he wanted to.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry!” You screamed.

Loki looked at the figure before him that was distinctly not you. You smiled as if you had been found out, shrugging that it was no big deal that you got caught.

“Darling!” Loki screamed. The figure in front of him stepped closer and ran a knife through his stomach. There was pain sure but…illusion. Had to be. He’d been stabbed enough times to know the difference between an illusion and a real knife. Didn’t mean it didn’t really fucking hurt though.

The smoke obscured the figure that looked like you and Loki fell to his knees. He couldn’t reach you. The realization made his chest hurt and his eyes burn. He couldn’t save you from this. Save you from her.

All this time, Enchantress had been watching Loki and the way he was with you. The way he looked forward to seeing you every day. He replayed the image of you on his doorstep, confident in nothing but a coat to cover your delicious body. The way you surrendered beneath him.

“Please,” Loki whispered. He’d give anything, do anything, be anything if it meant that he could get you out of here unscathed.

“You’re a disappointment, Loki. Nothing but an Asgardian child’s nightmare,” Odin’s distinct voice rang throughout the room.

Loki flipped his head back to look his father in the eye. He told himself that it was another trick. But gods…he looked the exact same. Down to his flowing white hair.

“I should have left you on that godforsaken ice planet and been rid of you. A boil on my house since the moment I brought you home,” Odin said. The smug bastard looked Loki up and down with his one eye.

Loki grinned, falling back on his usual sneering authority. “You can do better than that, Father.”

“We need no longer speak, Brother,” Thor’s voice rang loud and clear as he stepped from the fog next to Odin.

Loki’s grin faltered, but he kept up the pretense. He had to. He had to keep going. He couldn’t succumb to the mounting pressure in his chest that whispered for him to give up. To lay down. To stop fighting.

Loki always had a strong sense of self-preservation. Growing up in the palace, he studied under his mother. The one person who didn’t look at him like he was a dark stain on the golden family.

He always felt different. Odd. Whenever Odin spoke of becoming King of Asgard, he always knew that he was speaking more to Thor than to Loki. Always knew that when it came right down to it, Loki wasn’t even a thought.

“There is no reason for us to speak as you can’t be trusted.” Loki looked into fake-Thor’s eyes. He was round and dumpy as he had been in the streets. As he had been since the fall of Thanos. It couldn’t be the real Thor and yet…

“Why do you continue to visit, Brother, knowing that I want nothing to do with you? If it wasn’t for you and your selfishness, Thanos wouldn’t have gotten hold of the Tesseract. You brought this blight upon us,” Thor spat at him.

The pain in his chest worsened. He knew he wasn’t bleeding out, but what good were thoughts when the physical manifestation was eating him from the inside out?

He longed to see you. To hear you laugh. Hear you call him all manner of names under the sun. He yearned to see you beneath him, wrapped up in him, and looking at him with something other than disdain. Like he meant something.

“I didn’t know,” Loki responded. The weight was too great. It’d be so easy for Loki to lie down. To not take anymore. These verisimilitudes were damn convincing. They crowded Loki as he bent at the waist, head nearly touching the floor.

He didn’t want to give Enchantress anymore ammunition against him. But there was no use. Frigga appeared next and folded her arms. A cruel smile split her lips.

“Oh, Loki. Did you really think I’d help your little whore of a pet?”

“Stop this, at once!” Loki’s voice broke as he looked away from the venom in his mother’s eyes. “Mother, please.”

Reality and fantasy blended in his head. He knew what was true and yet the illusions of his family began spewing all manner of things he thought about himself over the years. He was useless, worthless, a trickster, couldn’t be trusted. Their words echoed and meshed together. A ringing cacophony of negative words thrown at him.

“No!”

Your voice was like a single ray of sunshine in the bleak room. You sounded like how he felt. Afraid. Desolate. He had to get to you. If nothing else, he needed you to be safe.

“That’s the problem with trying to use this trick on me. There’s nothing you can say that I don’t already tell myself,” Loki said to the visages of his family. His broken, tortured, screwed up family.

They all sneered at him. “Yes, we know you’re oh so powerful. But are you powerful enough to save your pet?” Frigga leaned close and ran her hand down Loki’s face. She even got his mother’s scent nearly so.

“Better hurry,” Frigga whispered.

“No, no, no, I’m sorry!” You screamed.

Loki scrambled to his feet and ran after your screaming voice. You had to be locked in some sort of nightmare. Trapped by your own demons. That’s what the spell did. Cracked open your skull and read your thoughts like an open book. It laid bare all the admonishing negative self talk. All the things people punished themselves for.

It didn’t work half as well on Loki because he already did that on a daily basis. You, however, you sweet, beautiful woman pushed those thoughts to the background. Tried to bury them deep. But your grief was loud.

Gods, you sounded like a wounded animal. Clawing and screaming at nothing. His heart successfully cracked down the middle and shattered within his chest as seeing the confusion and fear on your face.

“Darling, Darling,” Loki said, shaking you gently to wake you from the nightmare. Gods, what must you see at the moment? What horrible torment did you endure day after day on top of what he had planned?

Loki flipped you over. You blinked at him, swimming up from whatever dark place you were in. Recognition dawned in your eyes before you gasped, pointing behind him. “Loki, look out!” You yelled.

“No! No! No! Not him! Take me!” You yelled with a raw, singed throat. You fought with Loki, fought to climb to your knees.

“Darling, gods,” Loki breathed. He tried to hug you or press you to his chest. You fought him. You were so drained, your hits barely landed. You were spent, strength depleted. And still you fought some invisible beast.

“Take me! Take me! Take me!” You said, over and over.

Pain laced through Loki’s heart. Did you really think…? Did you really believe that he would allow you to sacrifice yourself for the likes of him?

You suddenly screamed, clutching your head like it was about to burst. Loki called your name, repeating it over and over. He wasn’t strong enough to break the spell. He wasn’t strong enough to lure you out of the nightmare and show you that everything was okay.

You finally passed out to the sound of him calling your name again and again.

Loki moved you to his office where he could keep a close eye on you. He didn’t want to risk bringing you back to his place. He demanded a doctor be located and brought to his office. He left the clean up to Honey and some of the other staff who weren’t affected by the fog. Not like the ones who were hit full force.

All night, people came in and out to check on you until Loki finally closed the door, stating that you needed to rest. Your face was scrunched in pain in sleep and Loki finally sat vigil by your side.

He clasped your hand in his, bringing your cold hand to his lips and pressing soft kisses there. Alone, with no one to overhear, Loki finally let the tears fall. All the pent up, dire emotions that swam in his head and chest, he let loose with a string of tears running down his face.

“Mother, if you still want to hear from me, please don’t punish her. Don’t take her away from me. Bring her back. Return her to me and I will spend the rest of my days earning her love. Please, Mother,” Loki prayed.

You woke up a few times in the night, waking long enough to check on the club. When you woke up for good and confessed your love to him, Loki was so shocked he didn’t know what to do. He knew he needed you to know how he felt though.

He expected many things, but a night of confession wasn’t it. He expected you to hate him, loathe him, cast him out from your presence. Instead, you opened yourself to him and trusted him with your secrets. He did the same in kind.

“For a night of confessions, I have one more.” He took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure how well you’d take this news on top of everything you had been through tonight. But you were tough. His brave Darling. You rubbed his hand and looked at him.

“I know who the saboteur is now. Enchantress. She…when the loneliness grew too much for me to bear, I thought I’d fashion myself a companion. I taught her how to use magic like how my mother showed me. But she thirsted for power, not companionship. And now she’s rightfully back, taking her hatred out on me for what I did to her.”

“Fuck that. She’s batshit crazy and she’s gonna hear from me about that little stunt she pulled,” you said. Fire burned in your eyes and Loki smiled, loved seeing the spark return. It was a damned good sight better than you passed out on the couch.

“This is a demon from my past, Darling. I will take care of her,” Loki said. Or die trying. But as long as you were safe, Loki could finally enter Hel and begin his long, cursed life anew.

“I know that look, Loki. We can fight her together,” you said.

“You nearly died from shock, Darling!” Loki didn’t mean to yell, but now that you were awake he could feel all of his worrying and frustration flood his system. He nearly lost you. The doctor declared that one minute longer and your heart would have given out.

“If you go, I go,” you said, your face set in a determined grimace.

Loki looked at you. He rubbed his face and sighed. He didn’t want to argue this point. He didn’t want to put any extra strain on you.

“For tonight, Darling, can we argue about this in the morning? I just want to feel that you’re safe,” he confessed softly.

You smiled, nodded, and opened your arms. There wasn’t a whole lot of room on the couch for you both, but Loki was thin. He slid right in beside you and held you close. Felt your heart thumping beneath your chest. Felt the rhythm of your breathing. The soft fan of your breath across his neck.

“Sleep, Darling. I’ll protect you,” he said. He idly rubbed your back until your breathing evened out. He thought you already passed out, so when you murmured, he almost didn’t catch it.

“I’ll protect you too.”

WHEW! Always more Loki to love!

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