#Hopefully this will quell the demons

[thatoneslytherinnerd]

Blue slid into the booth next to Adam, her boys already deep in conversation. Even Noah was there, more solid than usual. He reached over to boop her nose, and she laughed.

“Hey, Noah.”

“Jane!” Gansey said, delighted. “You’re here!”

Blue rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Of course.”

“Maggot,” Ronan acknowledged.

“Ronan,” Blue replied. “How’s Chainsaw?”

“She’s fine,” Ronan said, at the same time that Adam muttered, “She’s loud.”

Ronan shot Adam a glare. “She’s a raven. Ravens are loud, dipshit.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Adam leaned against Ronan’s shoulder.

Blue smiled privately at them. She fit in here, with these boys who were as odd as her. Despite the constant bickering, it was really nice.

“So, Jane,” Gansey said, grabbing Blue’s attention. “Any interesting clients in your house lately?”

Blue raised an eyebrow. “Just the usual. Women, mostly. Trying to see if their husbands are cheating on them. Any particular reason?”

“Just curious.”

Before Gansey could say another word, the waitress approached. She was tall, blonde, skinny.

“Welcome to Applebee’s, my name is Susannah. I’ll be your server today. What can I get you started with?”

“Well,” Ronan said, a lazy edge to his voice, curling around his vowels and making him seem even more dangerous than his shaved head and tattoo already did. “Gansey-boy, here, is allergic to bees. So we’ll just have the apples.” He grinned, all sharp teeth and angled jaw.

It took Blue- and everyone else- a moment to realize he’d made a joke. When they did, though, the table burst into raucous laughter. Blue had tears in her eyes, even Noah was giggling.

“Five sweet teas,” Ronan said, louder than usual to be heard over the noise. “We’ll order food later.”

“Al…right,” Susannah said uncertainly. “Coming right up.”

[loverhymeswith]

How do we feel about a one shot with “Dress” with a little smut here and there😏

Only Bought This Dress So You Could Take It Off

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x F!Reader

Summary: Written for The Taylor Swift Tapes: Tommy Shelby - based on ”Dress”

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: 18+ only, minors dni. Smut. Not beta-read.

A/N: Thank you so much, Anon. I love this song and I was hoping someone might request it!

“Your hands are shaking, love.”

The sound of Tommy’s deep voice tears you away from the paperwork in your lap, a handful of important documents that require your signature - ostensibly, the only reason for your presence here tonight.

“I didn’t think they were ever going to leave.” You glance across the dimly lit office, towards the doorway through which Polly, Michael and Arthur have finally disappeared. 

Like your hands, there’s an audible tremor to the words as they leave your painted lips. Business with the Shelby family often seems to be a drawn-out affair, with evenings like this proving to be a lesson in patience. What could have been a fifteen-minute meeting has stretched out into the early hours of the morning. 

But finally, the two of you are alone.

Tommy offers you a cigarette across the desk, but you decline, choosing to watch instead as he lights his own. The brief glow of the flame illuminates the sharp angles of his face, his expression remaining calm. Neutral. It never fails to amaze you - the apparent ease with which he maintains the illusion of control. 

“It’s killing you that much, eh? The anticipation?” The twitch of his jaw confirms your growing suspicion. He’s finding this amusing. 

“It’s been hours, Tom.” You scowl, shifting in your seat and pressing your thighs together. A woman’s patience has its limits. 

Tommy takes a long drag of his cigarette. When the smoke clears, his blue eyes are fixed on you. “And it will be worth the wait.”

“Is that a promise?”

The ghost of a grin flickers across his face, alarming in its rarity. He really should smile more often. Thomas Shelby has always been an undeniably handsome man, but when he smiles he is devastating. 

“Are you going to sign them anytime soon?” He nods to the documents clutched in your hands. Right. Now he’s waiting on you.

Without hesitation, you reach over for his pen and hastily scrawl your name along the first dotted line. 

It had been a curious twist of fate that had seen the Shelby family thrust back into your life almost twelve months ago. When your ailing uncle with no children of his own had granted you joint power of attorney over his growing liquor empire, you hadn’t expected to find yourself returning to your hometown of Birmingham, let alone landing directly in the path of your childhood best friend.

Six years had passed since the last time you had seen Tommy Shelby on the streets of Small Heath - six long years since the outbreak of The Great War. The conflict had irrevocably changed a lot of things; Tommy and his brothers were no exception, the horrors they had witnessed and wrought turning them into shadows - demons - of their former selves. 

But when you first found yourself standing before Tommy in his shiny new office on Watery Lane, it quickly became apparent that no amount of time or turmoil could quell the stirring of desire that had begun to blossom between the two of you in the months prior to him leaving for France.

No distance could erase the mark his friendship had left on you, an invisible tattoo.

By all accounts, it was nothing short of a miracle that had brought the two of you back together, and if this was simply borrowed time, neither of you planned on letting it go to waste.

“All done,” you declare, dropping the paperwork onto the desk with a small smile.

Tommy gathers the documents towards him before leaning over to pluck the pen from your grasp, his fingers lingering for a beat too long against your own. As he swiftly countersigns the agreements, cigarette poised between his plump lips, your pulse quickens. 

Hopefully, this is the last distraction of the evening.

With excruciating care and clearly testing the bounds of your patience, Tommy shuffles the paperwork, straightening the pages before sliding them into a leather bound folder and locking it away in his drawer. 

“Now that business has been taken care of…” He rises slowly, extinguishing his cigarette in the expensive bronze ashtray. “...we can attend to more important matters.”

“What did you have in mind?” You fight to hide the excitement in your voice, equally resisting the urge to stare at his muscular thighs as he rounds the desk to stand before you, hands resting casually in his pockets. 

You’d hate to give him any more satisfaction when you’re already confident he knows just what effect he’s having on you; the master of planning and strategy, indeed.

“That’s a pretty dress,” Tommy observes roughly, blue eyes dipping leisurely to the swell of your chest. 

Before you can respond, he offers a hand to pull you to your feet and proceeds to twirl you around, gaining an even better view of the dress in question. It had been a calculated purchase on your part and so far, the expensive silk number seems to be well worth the investment. 

Apparently pleased by every angle, Tommy stops you abruptly when your back is turned to him, silently stepping closer until you find yourself pressed up against his chest. A large hand lands on your waist, keeping you anchored against him - inescapable, not that you would ever want to try.

As he inclines his head to whisper into your ear, his warm breath tickles your cheek. “But I thought that I might take it off.” 

Your own breath hitches, your blood turning to molten desire as the reality of his words sinks in. “I was hoping you would say that,” you admit as his other hand begins to trail a warm path from your wrist, up to your shoulder, eventually reaching the edge of your satin sleeve. Ever so gently, he tugs it down.

“Here?” You struggle to hide your surprise, biting your lip as his mouth brushes over your exposed skin. With privacy so important to the two of you, Tommy usually takes great care to ensure you won’t be disturbed - a suite at The Midland Hotel, or at least a locked bedroom. “What if they come back?”

“They won’t,” he mutters into the crook of your neck.

“But Polly-”

The sound of your name, murmured softly into the shell of your ear cuts you off, and it’s as if everything else simply stops. 

Time stands still. 

The fear of reproval should either family find out about the two of you fades away as Tommy’s capable fingers slide to the fastenings of your dress. 

“We’ve waited long enough,” he reminds you.

Despite this, Tommy still takes his time undressing you; a small part of you is grateful. After all, you really like this outfit, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’d destroyed articles of clothing in his haste to get the two of you naked. Buttons torn from blouses and shredded stockings, his passion in the bedroom more than matching the power of his machinations in the boardroom.

After helping you step out of the dress, he turns you around, lips parting as his eyes dance over every inch of your bare body. His pupils are blown wide with lust. Along with his quiet confidence, his reaction is more than enough to chase away any lingering doubt about being so exposed here in his office.

With his attention still focused firmly in your direction, his hands rise to the dark straps of his shoulder holster but you step forwards and take his hand, effectively stopping him in his tracks. 

“I’ll do it,” you tell him, a soft smile tugging at your lips. Because two can most assuredly play at this game. 

Tommy stands perfectly still as your fingers brush along the corded muscle of his biceps, sliding the leather straps of the holster over the sleeves of his crisp white cotton shirt before discarding the item on his desk. 

One down…

A muscle in Tommy’s jaw ticks as you meet his eye again, before giving his waistcoat equally attentive treatment. You can feel the beat of his heart, pounding furiously within his chest. A thrill runs through you to know that your touch has this kind of effect on such a man.

Two down…

Once his waistcoat has fallen to the floor, you make a start on the buttons of his shirt, but Tommy growls, grabbing your wrists. 

“Enough.”

It seems his patience has finally run out.

Without warning, he lurches forwards, sweeping the contents of his desk to the floor. 

Before you can even begin to anticipate what comes next, he lifts you by the waist, depositing you unceremoniously onto the edge of the now-empty desk. You gasp as he swiftly parts your thighs, placing himself between them and pressing the hard length of his body into that sweet spot at your centre.

“Tommy,” you moan, shifting your hips in the pursuit of much needed friction.

Countering the rough and sudden behaviour of just moments earlier, Tommy releases your waist and his hands rise to cup your jaw, thumbs stroking your cheeks as he gently tilts your head towards him. 

“No more waiting.” 

He punctuates the command with a claiming kiss, the kind of kiss that ignites the smouldering desire beneath your bare skin until every cell in your body is keenly attuned to his presence, his own desire evident as you continue to rock against him.

“No more waiting,” you agree, muttering the words against his mouth without breaking the kiss, sharp teeth grazing his lips. At the same time, you reach for his belt buckle, fingers fumbling to free him from the confines of his slacks.

Once he’s stripped from the waist down with only his half-buttoned shirt still remaining, Tommy splays a hand across your lower back, the heat of him a burning brand against your sensitive skin. Meanwhile, you clutch his broad shoulders for support, readying yourself for what comes next. 

With his other hand, he lines himself up against your core. 

Tommy doesn’t waste another second - not another word -  before he’s breaching your slick entrance, burying himself to the hilt in a single thrust. His name is torn from your lips, this time in the form of a strangled cry, but he dips his head, quietening you with another kiss. 

It’s a brief reprieve, though. Just long enough for you to relax around him, to catch your breath. Because he knows better than to be patient and gentle now - knows that, just like him, you enjoy the pressure. That you crave the burn as he stretches you to your limit and beyond, over and over again until you lose yourself to pleasure, until you find yourself hurtling towards your release.

In the amber light of the office - darker now since the lamp clattered to the floor - Tommy’s skin is flushed, his ocean blue eyes almost black. But not once does his intense gaze waver as he fucks you over the desk. Like he’s afraid that if he looks away you might vanish - that this might all have been a dream.

Overwhelmed by both his attention and the way he angles his hips to hit that sweet spot deep inside, you rapidly find yourself shattering around him.

As always, he doesn’t let you fall too hard, holding you close as you ride out the wave of your climax.

“I’ve been thinking,” Tommy grunts suddenly, his pace finally faltering as he smooths a strand of hair from your sweat-slick brow. 

“Should I be worried?” you pant, struggling to focus on his words. The room is still spinning. You're drunk on him.

Ignoring your teasing question, he presses his lips against your breast, driving his hips deeper one final time as he spills inside you. 

“I’ve finally woken up,” he rasps. 

It’s so unlike Tommy to speak in riddles that you find yourself tensing beneath him. Roughly, you grab his face, forcing him to look at you. “What are you talking about, Tom?”

He stills, lowering his head until your brows are touching. There isn’t an inch of space between you and when he speaks, his voice is hoarse. “You're the only person who knows me - who believes in me. In my worst times, you see the best in me. And even with my worst lies…you always see the truth in me.”

Concerned, you pull back from him. Clearly, his sex-addled brain is not functioning correctly. “Tommy, what are you-” 

“I love you.”

Silence fills the room. It’s so unexpected, his admission, that you freeze. Imaginary walls fracture like glass around you. 

When this thing between you and Tommy started up months ago, there had been an unspoken agreement that it could be nothing more than lust. An added benefit of your business transactions. Your family history, not to mention the relationship between your two companies, is far too complicated for anything more. 

Love was never part of the deal.

But as much as you might want to believe that he’s simply not thinking straight - that he’s as intoxicated by your body as you are by his, you realise he is right. You see the hope - the truth - reflected back at you in those beautiful blue eyes.

Tommy Shelby has fallen in love with you.

Even if you wanted to, there's nothing you can do about it.

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DONNIE’S TURN

TW for sensory type stuff and blood. Check the tags as well!

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Donnie sends weapon after weapon at the hand. It reminds him of a cockroach with its uncanny ability to dodge and survive. He considers the thought that like the bug, this hand was cut off something more powerful as an attempt to keep surviving.

He has to divert those thoughts. One wrong move and he’s spored all over again. Hopefully this has been enough time to give the universe’s new Phonora guest time to escape.

Maybe now is the time for him to get going as well.

Or, it would be, if more people didn’t start walking around!

Hold on, he recognizes one of them. It’s the Mikey who tried to steal from Leo’s Fanny Pack. There’s an alternative Donnie he sees with him that must be from the same universe. He’s aware that they’ve had to deal with the hallucinations as well.

Wait, is that also a mutated April!?

Mikey must have sent out help looking for Leo.

“You three! Get out of here! That hand is still in the area!”

He watches as the hand suddenly springs out at them. The other version of him shields his brother, and Mayhem April moves in front of them both.

No, this is not happening to them again.

That Mikey is small. Even in comparison to other Mikeys, he’s small. Malnutrition stunted his and that other Leo’s growth.

He’s too small to go through this again.

And, though he won’t admit it outright for no good reason, seeing another April further enforces his decision.

He creates and tosses a device at them. It becomes a shield type bubble around the three. The hand slaps against it and slides down.

Donnie smirks in pride.

Not this time, you demon.

The hand lands on the floor and turns back to him.

Uh oh.

Donnie whips around his tech bō, hoping to hit it back when it inevitably comes after him. He takes a step back, only for the floor to sink beneath his foot.

Are you kidding!?

How is a hand smart enough for booby traps!?

Darts carrying spores whiz by him, spraying in his face. He coughs and sputters.

“April! Mikey! Other me! Go back to Mikey! Make sure he’s safe!”

April’s face falling tells him all he needs to know.

He grips his tech bō tighter.

“Then get Raph! Warn him!”

“We’ll get you help! I swear!” April shouts.

They all try to get the ball moving somehow while in the cramped space. Donnie takes a breath, glad that he’s managed to save them at least.

“You’ve come back.” A voice squirms into his brain.

Donnie gets a full body shudder.

So this is what it’s decided to make him think about this time.

“Perhaps we were too hasty to remove you last time. Join us once again, we’ll put your mind to good use.”

The Kraang hive mind.

He takes a deep breath.

They’re long gone. It’s okay. He’ll never have to feel that way again-

OH BANANA PANCAKES, WHAT IS TAKING OFF HIS BATTLE SHELL!?

He moves around as quickly as possible to stop the sensation. His eyes avoid where he left the others. He’s hoping they aren’t watching him lose his mind.

There still some level of pride he’d like to keep.

Or maybe….he just really, really, that’s two reallys, doesn’t want a Mikey and April specifically to see this.

His movements don’t quell his feeling of vulnerability. The battle shell is fully taken away and tendrils start poking into his soft shell.

There’s no way to move from whatever was doing this. It’s a hallucination, of course he can’t.

It’s everywhere.

He’s unable to ignore how well it’s replicating the worst thing he’s ever experienced.

His arms start to feel-

No! Why is it in his arms!?

That did not happen!

No, no no no, it’s in his legs!

It’s all over!

He moves around like a madman, as if they’ll leave his body if he does so enough. It’s taking all his strength not to scratch into his skin to make it end.

His breathing grows heavy, he squeezes his arms tightly enough for his nails to dig into them.

On the verge of shutting down, his thoughts go back to how being the ship felt. It was so much, flooding his senses as he was surrounded by feelings and touch and voices.

The same happens to him now. Being pulled away from reality into a sea of endless consciousnesses where you don’t know where you begin and end. You just exist within everything.

It’s suffocating.

He gets on his knees and rocks back and forth. It’s a useless attempt to self soothe. How could it possibly help?

Why can’t it just go away!?

I hurts!

He doesn’t want to feel it!

Make it stop! Please!

Anyone!

Leo! Raph! Mikey!

Oh Mikey……

What a poor excuse of an older brother he is.

Leo is probably in an as bad or even worse situation than Mikey is based on how long he’s been gone. He has no idea where Raph is.

Why did they separate!?

They should never leave each other’s side again at this point!

He wants to see them so badly….

A small, tiny part of him wishes the other versions of his family were still here.

Would the spores even let him see the real them?

He’d probably see them dead or missing pieces or something equally as horrible.

Does he dare look?

He pulls himself out of the grip of the hallucination just enough to take that chance.

The other Mikey is sobbing, beating his fist on the inside of the ball. April and the other Donnie are mostly successfully holding him back but he keeps wriggling away.

He’s….yelling his name?

Why does he care? He’s not his Donnie.

Maybe for the same reason Donnie protected them all.

Ah, sentimentality. It’s the folly of all of them, and most versions it seems like.

He shakily reaches up but doesn’t dare even think about getting rid of the bubble. There’s danger all around. It’s the only thing keeping them safe.

The other Mikey presses his face against the inside of the bubble.

Donnie smiles slightly.

“It’s okay.”

“No! It’s not okay! Donnie, do something! Please!” Mikey pleads.

“How!? We can’t get out of this bubble! I don’t even know how his device works!” The other Donnie insists.

Mikey gives him as big of puppy dog eyes as he can manage.

“Even your cutest face can’t change reality! He probably doesn’t even want us to try anything. You know why he did this.” Other Donnie continues.

Mikey looks back at the spored Donnie.

His eyes were filled with purple light that had begun changing to a very creepy blue. It hurt to see him so uncomfortable, so in pain. The blue only stopped getting worse when he saw Mikey.

That means Mikey can do something, right?

He quickly turns to April.

“What happened with his Mikey? And-!….Wait, where’s Karai?”

April frowns deeply.

“He got spored, again. Karai….trapped herself with him and Leo to stop him. He went crazy! We couldn’t snap him out of it. His arms-“

Donnie hits the bubble, startling all inside.

“Did he use his ninpo again!?”

He seems a lot more lucid.

April gets an idea. It’s a very painful one she knows she won’t feel good about even if it works, but it’s all she has.

“He did! Donnie, it’s…..it’s bad. Real bad. Leo is covered up by all these viney things too!”

The blue in Donnie’s eyes is nearly vaporized by all the purple. He grips his teeth and stands up, completely ignoring the squirming from before. The feeling is starting to go away entirely.

He grips his tech bō again and sees the hand making its way out of the room. The tech bō turns into a spear he launches right towards it. Black blood drips onto the ground but the hand isn’t still.

It squirms and writhes, trying to get away.

Donnie walks over, the hand removes itself from its arm portion and runs off. He lifts it up and smirks slightly as he looks it over.

At least he knows it could be injured.

“You did it!” Mikey cheers in relief.

Donnie looks back at him, smiling a bit more before a headache suddenly starts pounding in his head.

No!

He won, didn’t he?

A different voice booms into his skull.

“Come to me. Feed me your fear.”

He’s still connected to the hive mind.

The hand scuttles off, knowing it barely escaped this time.

It doesn’t fear for the turtles’ lives as it does not have the capability of fearing anything.

That isn’t to say that it does want them dead.

It simply knows that it isn’t how this story will end.

The tragedy and angst has been so entertaining, but they will be saved. It’s proven already. It’s written in fate itself.

Three(?) down.

One to go.

[rainiishowers]

After doing the Angelic events I felt my blood boiled. May I please ask for headcanons for Diavolo and Simeon reacting to Mc saying they’re disgusted and disappointed on how they just trick the demon bros wearing the bangles and adding they won’t speak to them unless they understand how awful the situation is

A/N: I have not played the angel events, but I believe I have the gist of it. Please forgive me if any details are skewed

Story For Context

The affects of the bangles have worn off and MC, with the help of Solomon, had taken the bracelets off. Everyone else felt a.. menacing aura emanating from MC and Luke was the first to bring it up. "MC..? Are you okay? You look kind of angry.." The young angel speaks. A deep sigh came from MC as they turn, glaring at the prince and the elder angel. This prompts Diavolo to step forward, hoping to quell the anger they have. "MC--"

"No. I do not want to hear it, Diavolo." They cut him off, crossing their arms. Their gaze flickers to the angel to the prince, a look of disgust in their eyes. "I will only say this once, and hopefully once is enough," They unfold their arms. "I am truly disgusted and disappointed at how you both tricked the brothers into wearing the bangles. Additionally, until you both understand how awful the situation was, and both of you have apologized to every brother, I will not be speaking to you." Everyone stood in silence as MC walks off, slamming the doors of the council room shut.

Diavolo

It wasn't meant to go like this

The severity of their anger will sunk in for the prince, and it bit at him painfully

Diavolo simply wanted to go all in

Being sheltered and given almost everything he wanted as a kid, he sometimes fails to put how his subjects would feel first

And this just felt worse because the brothers and MC weren't just "subjects" to him!

He was as deflated as a balloon, although it wasn't noticeable to anyone aside from Barbatos

The prince cares about how MC views him, so seeing them so mad at him made his guilt worse

Diavolo realized how he abused his power, and thought that when he does apologize to the brothers

They really shouldn't be ready to forgive easily.

Simeon

He certainly wasn't expecting MC to get so angry at the both of them

But Simeon supposes they both deserve it.

Perhaps nostalgia and the want for things to be "full of grace" got in the way of all this, for him at least

The more he thought about it, the more stupid he felt, he didn't even tell them about the bangles effects beforehand!

Simeon frowns, looking at the brothers resting

They really didn't deserve that..

He, much like Diavolo, also cares about how MC sees him, so he hopes that after a while, they can forgive him for his actions

This was certainly call for some self reflection, and many many apologies

[daneecastle]

I believe I am finally recovering...

When I watched Good Omens last Friday, I didn't know what I was getting into. All I knew was that they were going to kiss. I wasn't sure how I'd react. After being on medications, to quell my explosive emotions, for the past 6 years, it had turned me into a flat landscape with very little life.

But since March of this year, I've decided to get off them and learn how to handle my emotions without chemical aide.

I had ... maybe two hiccups ... but I handled them like heavy boxes with overflowing piles of redacted paperwork.

I just stored them away and labeled them as useless-wastes-of-space. I moved on. But....

When the drama erupted when Aziraphale came into the book shop and started the iconic scene, something awoken in me.

I really struggled with my reaction and connection to these characters and the actors who played them. I discovered something new about myself. And only a few days after my realization .... now .... im losing my passion.

Don't get my wrong, I love this show ... but I think I might need some help.

Ok, ok. I don't know how ya'll can help. I'm just typing out loud. ........

........ I have ideas, but because these emotions are unpredictable, my work might vary in moods. But I can promise this ..... I will continue drawing Aziraphale and Crowley.

I mean really. Who could stop? There is so much rich booty to harness and express. *wink*

...... im posting also because I spent some time with the people I love and tried to restrain from going on here and obsessing over Good Omens. I need to try to sleep tonight and starting tomorrow I have plans this whole next week, one, of which, is camping for three days. (Before I start work at a long-term substitute teacher on the 14th.)

Don't tattle to my fiancé but I plan on drawing these two love birds while I'm out with him in the woods. Hehe. So when I return the Sunday after I'll post all my visual thoughts.

But for now. I need to sleep. Hopefully, it will be more than 2 or 4 hours.

If not, I'll draw and post.

Goodnight, my dear Demons and Angels.

[themissdnl]

Random head cannons for the jttw gang

Okay, one for each

Sun Wukong: After being sealed away for, 500-years, he developed autophobia: fear of being alone. He'd scream for who knows how long but due to the seal, he could hear beings outside but they could only hear him if they stepped into the tunnel- which tend to freak them out more than incite them to come inside.

He also has a potent fear of failure, throughout his life he never really dealt with it. There was the fall to the Celestial Realm, and Buddha, but it hasn't quite hit him yet- more so he's avoiding it. The "Great Handsome Monkey King: Great Sage (Equal to Heaven)", just doesn't fail. He can't. Ergo, he doesn't know how to cope or deal with failure, it just doesn't compute. He tends to have an avoidance habit with things like this, or joke it off.

He's also asexual aromantic, he holds value over platonic or familial relationships over everything else. In-part due to the fact he was born without a biological family. This is why he's eager to make friends and family members out of people he likes. Unfortunately, he's very poor at managing said relationships.

Pigsy: Like with his LMK incarnation, he's a great cook. It was something he got into rather recently, in order to woo Cuilan and show her he was serious about bettering himself, he picked up cooking as humans can't really eat demon slop (to put it generously) that he'd been eating.

He also likes poetry, but is poor at writing it and prefers to read or recite.

He's adept at wind magic which he used to quell seas which he was Reed-Parting Marshal in the Celestial Realm, or at least break up dangerous waves. He also uses it to amp up his flying in bursts. Instead of the 72-Transformations he settled for the 34 pack because it was something easier to handle and he didn't need to warp his physical form because (at the time) he was actually rather handsome and didn't like messing with his image too much, this bit him latter on but he still isn't bothered to go the whole yard.

He's a hopeless admirer of beauty in all things, not just women, but wherever he sees it, but tries to hide it where he feels would be too "out of norm" which is why only certain things slips out. Cuilan got to see this side of him because he slipped up about scenery and enjoyed it.

Sandy: Being a water demon, he needs more well- water, than the rest of the group to keep hydrated. Thankfully, because of his water magic, it's never in short supply, but he finds it more taxing to do if he's over heated.

He also likes poetry.

Post-journey, he's either like to continue being a guard to Tripataka, possibly his monastery, or be hermit out in the woods, enjoying nature.

Ao Li: Being a son of a sea king, he's not actually very good at utilizing his fire-breath. He can spew it yes, but has haphazard control over it. He's somewhat insecure about that.

As a horse, he likes his snout getting stroked by Tripataka (in particular) but allows that others to do so because it sooths him. He tries not to show it with the others.

He wanted to be a proper prince growing up, getting married in all that, but after his banishment, plenty of time to think, he realizes he doesn't really know what that means for him. Or if he even wants it anymore but does want his family back.

He doesn't like his horns being touched. They're like his pride and joy. Tripataka can tho.

Tripataka: Every year, he grieves his mother's death wherever he's at, creating a makeshift grave if need be. He's tried to move on but has difficulty understanding what she did, even though he knows what brought it on. Part of why he wants to get the scrolls is to hopefully put her spirit at rest, thereby getting closure for himself.

He just does not know how to handle women, growing up in a monastery and is rather intimidated by them. Utter blue-screen when confronted. He does his best to be cordial and respectful even still.

[tgrailwar]

Tumblr Holy Grail War: Wave 7 - Day 1 ("Ruler")

'Ruler': "Seven phases. Seven waves. Seven Servants. Not a single death. You fight as if you don't even desire this Grail. And if you don't, then what are you fighting for? It boggles the mind, and yet I am not mad. Simply curious. Simply intrigued. I wondered… perhaps things were too carefully crafted. Perhaps things were too gentle. I held your hand as a guide, and perhaps that led you in circles. But… you all asserted that a Holy Grail War was not a 'Holy Grail War' without complications. And so I shall add complications. After all, I am the 'Ruler' of the Holy Grail War."

"I'd implore the Masters of Berserker and Saber specifically to read onward- but this is a matter that concerns everyone as this is a Rule Change. So yes. All of you can keep reading. Come now. You've 'kept reading' before, haven't you? Don't start holding back your curiosity now."

"The first grand change will be in the nature of Free-for-Alls. Rather than simply the bottom Servant gaining a wound, the bottom two will gain a wound instead. Consider this my grace. Rejoice, Masters of Berserker. All of the Masters of this war share your fatal flaw. Rejoice, Masters from Beyond… hopefully this quells both your cowardice and your comfort. Additionally, that adds quite some value to the strength of Lancer's class-passive, doesn't it? Congratulations."

"But that isn't everything. After all… I've seen the class of the Mad Warrior sit in constant fear of death. Nobody in this war has feared you, Masters of Berserker. Isn't that horrible? I say go on a rampage. If not this round, then the next. If not that round, then the round afterwards. I've saddled you with a rather poor Noble Phantasm, haven't I? I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, and accept this additional Noble Phantasm instead. I hope you survive to use it."

NOBLE PHANTASM: Settsu Armor Kumano, Golden Huge Bear (EX)

When using this Noble Phantasm, it inflicts 2 'wounds' rather than 1, and the boost is 30%, rather than 20%. If engaged in a Free-for-All, reduce opponent scores by 10% and boost own score +5% as an additional bonus. Additionally, use of this Noble Phantasm only costs one Command Spell, and lasts for 2 consecutive turns.

However, once the two turns pass, Berserker gains a -10% demerit as he recharges, preventing him from using the Noble Phantasm during that turn.

"Ah, and Saber. Beautiful, ethereal Saber. The others have taken time to grind you into dust, haven't they? Stomping on your neck, and mocking you from afar. 'Saber, said to be the highest of all classes', they say, 'is constantly on death's door, having to rely on cowardice to survive'. Doesn't that anger you? I'll give you the power to show them your rage. Let's change up this skill of yours, shall we?"

Skill: Heavenly Eye (A) -> Heavenly Demonic Thundering Eye (EX)

When fighting in a free-for-all, gain +10% to your final score, and reduce their scores by -5%. If fighting a Servant one-on-one, if the gap between scores is above 20%, inflict 2 wounds.

"Feel free to take advantage of that this round, okay?"

"…That is all from me. Saber. Berserker. I hope you enjoy your new toys."

[honeysmokedham]

Timing: two days after honey, we melted the demon Location: teddy's boat Feat: @honeysmokedham & @eldritchaccident Warnings: None! Summary: Nora checks on Teddy after the harrowing event of de-crystalizing them. They talk about nothing and watch a movie. Sure the crystals were a traumatizing event, but did the crystals even matter? Or was it always about the friendship made along the way.

Living on a boat was definitely less appealing than living in a crypt, but Nora could see the appeal. Being able to move your boat around wherever you wanted was probably a draw. The more Nora thought about it, the more she liked that. She could go wherever she wanted and no one could stop her, because she lived on a boat. But did she want to keep moving around? Nora had stopped walking when she found Wicked’s Rest, and then she had discovered there were roots here. Roots with people she cared about, people like Teddy. 

Nora let herself into the house boat. Hopefully it was the right one. If it was the wrong one, well, she’d been caught breaking and entering before. “Marco.” Nora yelled, in hopes the demon knew the dumb game children played. Nora listened to the accompanying polo and followed it into the boat house to a bedroom where a demon lay sprawled. “You’re not good at being a crystal, you know that right?” Nora commented, climbing into the bed next to Teddy. Nora opened up the plastic bag she brought with her, dumping the contents on the bed between them. “I brought snacks.” Because they always brought snacks when they met, so it was her turn. Because it was a nice way to ask, how are you doing, without being mushy about it.

—

The days after the crystal kaiju was quelled were kind of hazy. Drifting and dreamlike, only becoming real when someone visited. Someone like Nora. "I'm really not." Teddy agreed. They hadn't taken to the whole mineral mindset as well as many others. In part because at the beginning they thought it was just a strange quirk of demon puberty. Then the rebellious nature inside them wouldn't allow some outside force to change them. Well, any more than it was. In any case it was better now. Better cozied up in their bed. Pulling the kid in closer for a hug and ruffling her hair in a way they knew she 'hated'. 

Getting to know Nora was a lot easier in the mines. Not because of any clandestine crystal confluence, just because of time. You spend the better part of a month holed up somewhere with one or two people and you leave feeling a hell of a lot more like family. Especially when they were so instrumental in getting you to be able to leave. Teddy wouldn't ever forget that. Not in a million billion years. She shouldn't have had to save them, but she was a part of the crew who did. Hell, she'd saved them long before they needed the acid to pry off the crystals. Just having someone to be there with, someone to look out for and have them do the same. It was great. 

And they were so grateful for it. 

"What'ja bring baby bear?" They asked, curiously as they shuffled around on the bed. Making sure they would both have the best view of the 'theater' (considerably larger than the screen they had in the mines was) for whatever movie they'd decide to watch. Teddy smiled and made sure to pull the girl closer, keeping an arm wrapped around, if only so they could blow a raspberry on Nora's head. 

—

Teddy was a stream of affection, a fountain of physical touch and a waterfall of warmth. Things Nora never went out expecting to get in the world, but something she took comfort in finding. Teddy drew her in with an arm and annoyingly tossed her hair around. Nora scrunched her nose a bit, attempting a half hearted duck away. “Good crystals got to go through transformation without any bed rest.” Nora retorted, shoving a gentle elbow into their side. Nora’s own decrystal had been swift and painful. They were there, then they were gone. A story of broken hearts if ever there was one. 

“Maybe next time something tries to control your mind, you should give into it. Goes down a lot smoother like that.” Except for the self loathing felt afterwards. Those were words left unspoken. To anyone. No one got to know that about what happened in the mines. “I don’t know.” Nora answered honestly, “I stole the bag out of someone's shopping cart.” Nora never had cash. But cash would really ruin the fun of having to steal everything. Which, now that she had multiple places she knew she could go for food, was a game and not survival. “Oh, Zebra Cakes.” Nora held up the box. A few bags of chips, some beef jerky and queso dip. “I think someone was going to have a party.” Under a bag of chips Nora revealed a box of gushers, and a bottle of glue. “Glue is always a tasty choice for a snack.”

Teddy kept an arm wrapped around Nora. Physical affection wasn’t something she was good at. She was learning it. Thea had taught her to place a hand on the arm to express solidarity in sadness. Emilio had taught her about bumping shoulders to share in a joke, or a good time. Cass had taught her that a hug could contain a billion words while saying nothing at all. Now Teddy expressed a fondness in an arm wrap. It told her she was welcomed and wanted here. It felt nice. It felt warm. It felt like being a kid, when she was a child with parents who loved her for her and weren’t obsessed with remaking her in their image. It wasn’t enough to save Teddy from the glue. 

Nora knocked open the glue bottle, turning to face them. “Open up, sickies get to eat the glue first.” Nora announced, holding the glue bottle up. “Because I am nice, and it's only fair that the person who had their innards on display get to fill up first.” 

—

“Yeah well, bear shaped crystals are just better than sea beast ones maybe.” Maybe shifting was something more inherent to being a bugbear than a human turned demon. Or maybe it did hurt Nora and she was just better at hiding it. Teddy wasn’t sure. They never really were. Most of the time they assumed they just had a shit pain tolerance. (Which of course didn't make a whole lot of sense, considering how many things 'normal' people would find excruciating that Teddy saw as an annoyance at worst.) 

"Yeah but if I did that, where would the world be without my nuggets of wisdom and biting wit?" Better off, maybe. Ted had a big tendency to mess shit up when they tried to make the world see things like they did. That time with Joy and Emilio wasn't the first, certainly wouldn't be the last. Maybe it would've been better just to give in. Be a mindless beast forever. 

"Alright, these ain't terrible choices–" the demon reviewed each item as Nora pulled them out. Laughing a bit at her explanation of how she got them. "Remember what I said though, only steal from assholes." A title that Teddy had previously defined as overly entitled, rich bastards. Not that they expected Nora to go trying to take Christmas dinner away from Tiny Tim and the Cratchet family, but it felt like the kind of anecdote someone in their position should share. Wisdom nuggets and all that. 

Their soft smile only widened as Nora opened the glue, a laugh rippled through as they tried to gently push her hand away. "Oi!! Not on my bed you little gremlin!" As if that was the problem here. "Put it away, B.B. Operation: 'fix Ted's insides' comes after the movie and nap. Capiche?" There was about a fifty percent chance she'd take them up on that just for the bit. If the movie was really good Teddy might escape the night un-glued. 

"Alright, what are we watching" 

—

Nora wasn't sure if bear-shaped crystals were better than sea beast ones. Being a beast, massive and terrifying, of any kind would have been sick. The idea of being a giant kaiju that terrorized cities, well, that was an ideal she wished for more than anything. Wicked's Rest would scream from her terrorizations. Buildings would catch on fire. Honestly, it would be such a fun time. Alas, the world had nerfed her by turning her into a bear instead of a giant beast. Still monstrous, nonetheless.

A blink as she considered this. Maybe her mind was just more susceptible to being taken over. Nora decided she didn't like that idea, and didn't want to dwell on that idea. Her mind was her own. She wanted to keep it that way. "Emilio will make sure we don't stay taken over, then you can go back to dropping your nuggets of wisdom." There was a certainty in her voice because Emilio had told her from crystallization day one that he would fix it. He hadn't fixed Nora's gemming, but he had wanted to and that was enough. Plus, he'd fixed Teddy's. Despite always saying how they hate each other or whatever. Emphasis on the whatever.

"Everyone is an asshole if you judge them enough," Nora explained. Money wasn't something she understood, really. There had been a point in her life where she had access to a plastic card that she could hand to someone and get anything she wanted. Whatever was on there, and the consequences of using it, were dealt with by other people. She had never been an extravagant spender and never incurred the wrath of her accountant father. Her fathers had just assumed she knew about money. Even her job as a model was in the obscure. She knew she got paid for it, but that money was loaded into a bank account controlled by her fathers. She could be making thousands and millions, and have no clue. Then just as drastically she went to having no money. To being told a bag of deli sliced ham cost 3.40, but without 3.40 and a job, there was no quantification of if that was a lot or a little. That wasn't something you needed to learn when you could just take what you wanted. "These people were assholes because I saw them." 

Talking to Teddy was familiar in a way her real family had never been. Informal and fun, a joke slipped from their lips as quickly as their love was given. Nora loved that about Teddy. Nora made a show of slowly putting up the glue, eyes flicking between them and the glue bottle as if they might make a final last-ditch attempt. Finally, the bottle was placed to the side, securely closed. "You've been given a stay of glueification for now." Nora paused for a beat. "For now." 

Attention turned to the TV, and Nora didn't think about it. "Something bloody. Slasher horror. Blood and gore everywhere." She had an image to withhold. "Oh, that reminds me." Nora fished her phone out of her pocket, still snuggled against Teddy, she raised it up in selfie position. "Say cheese and ham." She muttered before snapping a picture. She needed it for her wall of friends, a replacement for the crystal one they had taken together. Nora needed to stop staring at her crystal self, it brought too much longing. Plus, she sent it off to Emilio, a little message about Teddy doing okay attached. 

—

“Mmm–” Teddy let out a sort of high-pitched sound of gentle protest. “So are you gonna steal from me then, BB? We both know that I am an asshole sometimes.” Soon as they said it they realized that probably wasn’t the best avenue to dissuade over-thievery. Nora was welcome to take almost anything from Teds. And she would, if she wanted. Teddy was pretty sure of that. Oh well. Maybe tonight didn’t have to be life lessons, it just had to be what it was. Cuddling up under a warm blanket, watching movies together and not giving a shit about anything outside of the boat. Just for now. 

Besides, Teddy was far too full of joy and laughter to try and parent her. Was that what they were doing? Early on the demon had realized that Nora for sure needed someone to take care of her. She was fully capable of survival. But that didn’t mean she didn’t deserve comfort. It felt like the right thing to do. Pass it on. The way Leviathan had taken them in, maybe they could do that for her. If she wanted it. A fully grown bugbear and a five year old experiment were not the same thing. But Teds never really played by a normal set of rules anyway. 

“Oh great merciful captain, I thank thee for not gluing up my insides at the moment.” The dramatic demon flailed, a hand to their head, draping themself over Nora’s shoulder. Like Ophelia in her last moments before the waters took her. Except they were exalting mercies of a mischievous bear rather than… whatever was going on with that lady. Teddy really only ever saw the paintings. Never actually got around to reading Shakespeare. 

The attention turned towards the tv, and Teddy grinned again. Nora, as per uszhe, brought up slashers and horror. Something Ted thought they might have had enough of in the past month, so in their most chipper and delighted voice they responded immediately; “How about Ratatouille?” Their hand was already on the remote, fiddling with the buttons while Nora raised her phone. 

“Ham and cheeeeeeeeese.” The biggest, doofiest smile, free hand behind the girl’s head with a peace sign poised perfectly for bunny ears. She did something with it after, maybe just saved it, maybe decorated it with one of those apps. Who knew? Teddy was too busy getting the movie ready, then opening the (edible) snack array for perfect pickin’s. 

— 

“I’m stealing Pascal.” Nora said it with a straight face, but without intent. As much as she loved the little otter with all her heart, a cold crypt was no place for the most snuggly baby to live. Besides, Pascal and Teddy were well suited. They both had the same snuggly and squirming energy. Who knew, maybe one day Teddy would turn around and go “You know Pascal isn’t actually an otter right? Pascal is a baby demon.” And while Nora didn’t think she could love Pascal more than she already did right now, she would be able to accept the information without question. 

 Nora’s micro smile tugged its way into existence over Teddy’s dramatics. Teddy was fun like that. Mischievous and witty, even while they were recovering. Nora wondered if they missed it. Teddy was the only other person she knew to talk to about it, but what they had gone through down there was so dramatically different then what Nora had gone through. Physically, she had walked away unscathed. A perfect specimen of herself. Emotionally? Mentally? Ruined. Each time she passed by a mirror she had to divert her eyes or risk the hatred that brewed inside of her rearing its ugly head. 

Wouldn’t it be easy? To sit there and ask? How they were doing, how they were handling it? But the words never made it into her throat. They died in her mind, as she struggled with how she would want to phrase it. There was nothing to phrase, she’d decided. The crystals had been a curse. Maybe their follow up was either to be cursed in the mind or the body. Teddy got the body; Nora got the mind. She let herself snuggle closer to them, an action she had learned from them, and not one she would have come by naturally. “I am merciful.” Nora agreed, just to keep the silence at bay. “You’re welcome.”

“Ratatouille?” Nora repeated, gaze turning to Teddy. “That’s not horror or bloody.” But this was Teddy’s sick bed. Besides, Babadook would be beside himself if he learned that Nora watched something gory without him. That dog loved horror movies. “Fine. Fine.” Nora settled her attention back on the tv, a ding on her phone told her that her photo had been sent. She put the phone on silent because she didn’t care about whatever ‘that’s my enemy’ nonsense Emilio would text back about how he didn’t care if Teddy was doing okay. “I’m going to pretend the rats are cooking humans and feeding it to them,” Nora told Teddy, as the title screen played. “That would be a funny movie.” 

[arakawa-division]

Ivelisse's Thoughts on Hamamatsu Division

Nellie Yukimura

"Yukimura-san is a journalist, if I recall correctly. I believe Alexis-san worked with him on a project. Like my teammates mentioned, it's rare to see someone using newsprint to make news, but it is definitely not unwelcome. I mourn the day when books and paper become obsolete because using the Internet is more convenient or popular. Aside from that, I get the feeling that Yukimura-san is battling his own demons, much like we all are. I should ask him to join my meditation class. Hopefully that will help him."

Eden Yamamura

"I've often spotted young Yamamura-san with Iwasawa-san in his dance studio. We first met when Iwasawa-san introduced us. He offered to make some henna tattoos for me. ...I'll be honest, I've often thought about getting some, but could never find the time. Perhaps with Yamamura-san's offering, I can finally have them done."

"Aside from that, Yamamura-san seems to have a good head on his shoulders, but... I sense something much darker inside of him that seems to bring about 'possessiveness'. I hope that he is able to quell that demonic spirit before it takes hold of him..."

Kaede Iwasawa

"Iwasawa-san is the member of this team that I know the most and have a friendlier relationship with, not that his teammates aren't worthy of the same thing, of course. He and I know each other because my yoga studio and his dance studio are in the same building on opposite sides. He is quite good at his profession, and I could see someone like him being proficient at yoga. However, he declined stating that his body wouldn't be able to hold up. I understood, however, and did not broach the topic."

"...Still though, perhaps I can practice with him one-on-one and take it slowly. While yoga involves movement, the main purpose is to empty and cleanse your mind and soul. I'm sure Iwasawa-san could benefit from it."

Trickstar

"I do value this team, though I don't know what their purpose for the D.R.B. is. I only hope that they take care of themselves and do not take any unnecessary risks. ...Especially Iwasawa-san. While I don't doubt that he'll be fine, I hope he takes my advice and does a little yoga everyday, even if it's only a minute. Doing so will greatly help him going forward."

[mostmouse]

Needed: Potion of Durability

Kirana's positive she knows what she's doing when she approaches Satan's door during his rut. But in hindsight, she might've bitten off more than she can handle.

A commission for the most lovely @fickleminder ! Thank you for letting me write Kirana :)

(Satan x OC - Kirana, explicit, 4,100 words)

Kirana studied herself in the mirror of her room, the moonlight shining in and bathing her in a soft white. Pulling at the clothes she wore, she tied her hair up into a ponytail, long hair cascading down her back. Making a stern face at herself, she nodded in determination. Bending to grab the potion on her nightstand, she drank it all before tugging on the hem of her shirt once more. 

Solomon had prepared a potion for her to increase her ‘durability’, as he put it. It would last for quite a while, and would make her sturdier than even Beel - temporarily. Holding the letter in her hand, she bit her lip before escaping her room, making her way towards Satan’s. The barrier spell was done by none other than Lucifer himself, sequestering Satan through his rut. Being a born demon, instead of a fallen angel, his were more aggressive, more violent, than his brothers’. 

Lucifer had helped her with the letter - a sort of consent form to quell Satan’s anxiety and inevitable panic once he regained his clarity and, with Kirana’s help, hopefully that moment would come sooner rather than later. Asmo had tried to stop her last week, recalling with a grimace how Satan’s other “partners” fared once he was done with them - some of them not surviving. 

However, that wasn’t enough to deter Kirana. Sure, maybe sometimes she didn’t exactly stand up for herself and say what she was thinking, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t devoted to Satan completely. Besides, she had been in rough situations with him before, and with Solomon’s expertise in potion brewing, this shouldn’t hurt... Relatively speaking. 

As she made her way to Satan’s door, she could feel the floorboards rattle silently. Sighing in relief at the soundproofing spell, she felt her shoulders relax a bit. At least not everyone in the House of Lamentation would hear what would soon be happening in their brother’s bedroom. Steeling her nerves one last time, she finally found herself in front of the door. Just as she was reaching out, it opened and a clawed hand reached out and dragged her inside. 

Gasping silently, Kirana let herself be brought inside, quickly tossing the letter towards Satan’s desk, hoping he wouldn’t go after it at the sudden movement. Blinking rapidly in the near pitch darkness, she tried to focus her eyes on the demon before her, hearing his disjointed tail scuff along the floor and knocking books over.

“Sata-” Her words were cut off immediately, his mouth on hers and his rough tongue shoved into her mouth. His hands pawed at her, making easy work of her clothing as it fell in ribbons around their feet, his own body already bare. Whimpering quietly, she tried to back up just a bit, his body suffocating hers now that she was nude as well. 

Following her steps, Satan had her pinned against the door, nails carving into the wood just beyond her arms. A fleeting thought had Kirana wondering if he was aware enough to realize it was her - but she didn’t dare get her hopes up. His tail ceased its lashing, instead coming and winding up her leg. As he broke away from her, his mouth trailed along her neck as he made low growling sounds. 

She felt her heartbeat in her throat, anticipating him biting her with his sharp teeth, upper and lower canines sharp as knives. However, he simply pressed her tighter against the door with his body, tail coiling and squeezing the plush skin of her thigh. 

Biting her lip, she took a sharp breath to ask him what was wrong, but instead a strange scent filled her head. His tail stopped between her legs, stroking her cunt as she felt her vision become a bit hazy. Meanwhile, Satan was taking his time rubbing his face and mouthing over her pulse point, steadily releasing pheromones into the air. 

Suddenly, Kirana’s mouth began to water, feeling a burst of heat in her belly. “S-Satan? Can you hear me?” As her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and as her demon had yet to move, she reached out, petting his hair softly. However, that seemed to engulf her more in the strange vapor of the air. 

Feeling her knees get weak, she whimpered quietly as his tail slipped inside her soaked cunt, panting at the feeling. It didn’t take her long to come to the conclusion that Satan had done something, and that it must be related to his rut. While it seemed to make her body loose, and to her embarrassment - intensely aroused, it didn’t seem to hinder her thought process, at least, not yet. 

Satan purred next to her, a deep rumbling growl in his chest as she idly stroked his hair. With a sharp shout before snapping her jaw shut, he bit down into her shoulder, feeling her skin break easily. Whimpering behind pursed lips, she felt his rough tongue lick along the superficial wound, his hands trailing down before seizing her hips in his tight grip. 

As easy as lifting a hardback novel, Satan tossed Kirana over his shoulder, making the short walk to his bed and throwing her down unceremoniously. In the few moments she had been aloft, she had noticed various jugs of water and provisions of food, and she couldn’t help but balk slightly, just how long exactly had Lucifer said Satan’s ruts last?

Fully nude, on her back, and staring up at Satan’s demonic appearance while in his bed, sheets torn all around her, she felt the weight of her choices - as well as his tail that was still pressed and coiled inside of her. A meek whine left her throat as she saw his emerald slitted eyes, the sclera a pitch black that seemed to make them glow that much more vibrantly in the inky darkness of his room. 

He watched her every move, every twitch of her face as his tail pressed inside her. He could tell she was soaked already, not that it mattered much - he was going to take her whether she was ready or not. Crawling onto the bed to hover over her, Kirana squeezed her eyes shut as he dragged his tail from her, instead lining himself up against her cunt. Heart pounding, she looked up at him and away from his monstrous cock. 

It wasn’t as if she were unfamiliar with him in his demon form, but still, seeing it so flushed and feeling it throbbing with his heart beat had her own skipping in her chest. His hands seized the backs of her thighs, propping her legs up as the blunt tip pressed inside. Trying to take deep breaths, she fisted her hands in the tattered sheets, mouth opening in a silent scream as he shoved himself inside. 

Eyes rolling back, she felt every ridge of him, his almost ruffled cock thick and lengthy inside. Grunting and whimpering as his knot approached her tight rim, she grabbed for his wrists. However, Satan couldn’t bring himself to care, he couldn’t even think. The only thing on his mind was how hot, tight, and wet Kirana was wrapped around him. 

Huffing a sharp growl, he snarled above her, piercing glare making her shudder. With ease, he pulled back, only to snap his hips back into her. Gasping and writhing, she hid her face in the pillow, turning to look away and presenting the perfectly smooth skin of her neck to him. His mouth watering, Satan’s gaze slipped from her neck to her breasts, then back up. 

In the back of her mind, she rationalized that the pheromones he was exuding must be making her body that much more pliant, considering his massively ribbed cock wasn’t snapping her hips in half. Gasping at every deep thrust, she bit her lip, stifling her moans while his tail wound around her waist. 

The vulgar sounds echoing around them did nothing to cover up Satan’s animalistic voice, snarling and growling as he pounded into her. Breasts bouncing, Kirana let go of his wrists and covered her mouth, mewling behind pursed lips. His hands left her thighs, and instead anchored themselves on either side of her head, piercing stare boring into her watery gaze. 

His tail uncoiled around her quickly, stifled cry behind her palms as he cut her shallowly across the belly and ribs. Immediately, it went to her wrists, pulling them away from her mouth roughly, dragging her hands down where they rested on her tummy, arms pressing her breasts close together as Satan watched them bounce. 

Choking on her gasps, Kirana arched, the aphrodisiac of his scent beginning to cloud her mind, control over her own body slipping away steadily. Whimpering, she tossed her head to the side, biting the pillow and once again showing her neck to him. With a groan, Satan dove down, cock stuffed deep inside as he bit her neck. 

Kirana cried out sharply before snapping her mouth shut, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. His teeth easily punctured her skin just as they had on her shoulder, though she couldn’t help but buck her hips into his, thoughts scattered and legs falling open wider. With a sharp growl, Satan kept his teeth hooked into her skin, hips resuming his pace as he sunk deeper inside her, knot pressed against her cunt as he forced himself deeper inside. 

Tears slipped past her glassy eyes, stuttering out a quiet moan, cunt stretching around him as he shoved his knotted cock inside her fully. Gasping, her head fell back, feeling as he pulled away until he nearly slipped out just to force his fat cock back inside her aching cunt. Panting with every thrust, Satan pulled back, moving to suck bruises into her skin along her shoulders before dropping towards her breasts. 

Licking her perky pink nipples, Satan moaned wantonly, her cunt squeezing his cock like a vice. Panting, he licked across her torso, covering her in his drool and scent. Chest bouncing, skin rippling with every powerful thrust, her hot wet cunt clenching around him - Satan quickly found himself overwhelmed. With a loud cry, he threw himself over Kirana, covering her body completely with his own tail, abandoning her heavily bruised wrists and wrapping around both of their bodies. 

“S-Satan!” He rolled the two of them over, pulling her close to his chest as he forced her thighs apart. With a shrill cry, she could feel her hips pop, tail coiling and seizing her body in his grip as he battered her with his cock. Bouncing and sliding against his chest, she felt a burning heat surrounding her, flinching as he pounded her swelling gspot, the stimulation coming fast and hard. 

Whipping her head to the side, she bit the portion of his tail she could reach, sinking her teeth hard down on him and listening as he cried out. Reactively, his tail squeezed her tighter, ignoring how she strained for breath as he dragged his claws across her back, the grip around her suffocating. With fresh tears in her eyes, she tried to call out to him, not knowing what else to do as he fucked her hard, mouth watering. 

Gasping, his tail still in her mouth, she bit roughly once more as her orgasm tore through her, a burning wave of heat and wetness coating Satan’s massive cock as he continued to pound into her, moaning loudly at the sensation. He was gasping above her head, her cheek pressed tight against his chest. Drool pooling as she panted, her body slid against him perfectly, the roughness of his tail scraping her body and sporadically tightening around her. 

With an aggressive snarl as he climaxed, she moaned lowly at the sensation, Satan dumping his hot cum inside her. It felt like too much, like he was filling her belly and she writhed against his chest as best as she could, his tail seizing her tighter until she gasped painfully. His hips still didn’t stop, fucking his cum deeper inside her as the filthy sounds rang in her ears. 

Kirana could feel the heat of it pooling at the rim of her cunt, but his massive knot wouldn’t let a drop slip out. Listening to his low voice rumble inside his chest, Kirana didn’t fight back as his tail slipped free from her body. Dazed expression peered up to watch her demon as he pulled free of her cunt, ignoring how she gasped, how she could feel every bit of his cum begin to leak from her stretched hole. 

Satan grabbed her, manhandling her body as if she were a ragdoll, and shoved her face down into the pillows. She could hear him growling, how he snarled with every breath, sharp claws moving over her body as he grabbed her hips and jerked them up, pressing her face down into the pillows again as she tried to look at him. 

Whimpering, her hands fisted the pillowcase, thighs trembling and threatening to give out. She buried her face deeper as his hands spread her cheeks apart, gasping as he dragged his tail up through the mess of her slit and over her rim. Kirana couldn’t help but wiggle her hips, already missing the feeling of him inside her. Her head was fuzzy, vision blurred through tears as she drooled into the fabric of the pillow. 

He hooked his claws into her, growling as he watched his cum slip down her ass. Lining himself up with her tight rim, he pressed himself inside her hot ass, groaning and tossing his head back at the tightness. His human, however, was shouting into the fabric, the stretch almost unbearable. She bit into the plushness of the pillow, tearing it as she whipped her head to the side, trying to crawl away from him. His tail came back to her, coiling over one thigh before it curled up into a blunt tip and forced itself inside her empty cunt. 

“Satan!” Her voice was muffled, facing away from her demonic lover who was too absorbed in stretching her tight ass. He watched as his cock disappeared inside her, pulling back just to sink it in once more. His cum was leaking around his tail and as he felt it drip to the bed sheets, he swiped his fingers down, rubbing her clit and watching in a trance as her body writhed, collecting cum before teasing her rim by running his messy digits around where his cock was pressing inside her. 

Before long, however, it seemed he got bored of the show. One hand resumed its place next to Kirana’s head, the other still holding onto her hip as he shoved himself the rest of the way inside, knot and all, his tail imitating the movements, filling her messy cunt. Her hand reached out, nails scratching across the wall just above his bed where she could reach. 

Satan snarled once more, drool dripping down onto her back as he bucked his hips inside her. Shoulders trembling at the squeeze, much more intense than her cunt, he gasped aloud. He tried to catch his breath, pulling back only inches just to sink back inside her. A strangled moan passed his lips as leaned down, nose tracing the curve of her spine. She shuddered, feeling his tongue as he licked her, swiping up a few drops of blood where he had scratched her earlier. 

Keeping his hips still, he focused on fucking her with his tail, moaning wantonly as her muscles clenched tight around his swollen cock. Jerking his tail inside her, he coiled it tighter, increasing the girth until it was almost bigger than he was, listening as her breathing stuttered. Once he was pleased with the size, he brought more of it around, rubbing her clit with every thrust. 

Her body jerked, face pressed into the pillow as he licked and sucked marks into the back of her shoulders. His tail was unrelenting, the movement more fluid than his hard flared cock. The texture of the joints pressed hard against her cunt, the tip of it remaining pressed against her gspot. Tears soaked the pillow as she shuddered heavily, tail rubbing her clit while her gspot was left feeling almost raw from how he previously pounded it hard with his cock. 

Growling, Satan jerked his hips back, smacking her ass with his hips as he began a brutal pace, easily controlling his tail so that it kept battering her sweet spot and clit. Pulling back, he leered as her body bounced under him. Grabbing her hair and twisting it around his fist, he yanked her head back, forcing her mouth open as she cried out. 

Kirana tried to close her mouth, hands reaching back and pulling his wrist, humiliatingly salacious moans falling from her bitten lips. “Satan!” He grinned behind her, sharp teeth catching the light as his emerald eyes focused on her, the grip he had on her hair unhindering his brutal pace. 

He snarled behind her, the sound harsh and coaxing another wanton moan from her mouth. He licked his lips, forcing his tail faster, deeper inside her messy cunt. She quaked, hands falling from his own as she propped herself up on all fours, feeling another orgasm tear through her body as his tail overstimulated her. 

Choking on her moans, she felt herself cum, crying out as a hot wave leaked from her swollen cunt, dripping down her thighs and soaking the sheeting under the both of them. As Satan continued to pound into her with his swollen monstrous cock, and the unrelenting rough treatment of his tail, she felt the edges of her vision go blurry, soft moans spilling from her mouth as she passed out. 

Satan paid no mind to her body and how it suddenly went limp in his intense grip. Licking his lips, he let go of her hair, letting her fall face first into the pillows, tugging her ponytail so he could see the side of her face. Groaning loudly, he adjusted his grip, grabbing both her hips once more and picking up his pace. 

He was close, so close to getting off again. How her perfect ass squeezed him so tightly he might burst at any moment, the scent of her cum stuffed cunt driving him mad. Kirana’s scent mingled with his, driving him mad, along with the way she tightened around his tail, how she was so stretched out he could fit more and more of it inside her. Grinning wildly, he snapped his jaws, unable to keep himself in check as he pounded into her, dragging her back by her hips until he tossed his head back, crying out as he finished once more inside her, stuffing her full of his cum in both holes. 

Gasping, he curled forward, dropping her hips as he fell to his forearms, body pressed against hers. It would be a few moments before he could pull free of her, knot swollen and blowing his heavy load inside of her. Surely her belly had to be full of his cum now, his perfect mate, covered in his scent, his cum, his sweat. 

Rocking his hips, his tail pulled free of her body, coiling up and slipping into his mouth. He licked the tip clean, panting at the heady taste, the mixed cum driving him wild. Once he felt his knot soften a bit, he tugged free of Kirana’s body, watching as she fell flat against his bed. Licking his teeth inside his mouth, he slid off the messy sheets, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it before popping off it and panting. 

He flexed his hands, fingers stiff from the tight grip he had on her body. Looking back over at the limp body on his bed, he refilled the bottle, walking over as his still hard cock swung between his legs. Flipping her body easily, he licked his lips as he grabbed her by the hair, tugging her up and pouring water into her mouth. 

Scoffing as she coughed some up, he tossed the bottle away after draining it. Shaking his head, he felt his hair fluff up from where it had been weighed down with sweat. He easily crawled back on top of her soft, vulnerable body. Grinning, sharp teeth glinting, he slipped his fingers inside her messy cunt, gathering wetness on his digits before dragging them between her breasts. 

Rolling his hips, his tail grabbed her wrists, forcing them together and down against her tummy, so her breasts were pressed tight together. Adjusting her hands, he moved so he was sitting on her belly, heavy package resting on her hands. He slipped his throbbing cock between her pillowy tits, the mess from his hand allowing him to easily move across her chest. 

Sighing at the feeling, his eyes were half lidded as he rocked his hips, cock disappearing just for the aching tip to appear by her perfect lip. Picking up the pace, he growled, tail tugging her hands so her breasts were squishing his cock, the softness rattling his breath in his lungs. Crying out, his hands pressed against the wall above his bed, hips jerking fast and rough as he felt his orgasm approaching too quickly, heavy package gliding across her belly and hands. 

Gasping for breath, he winced as he grit his teeth, jaw tense. It was too much, how his cock was aching, the visual of her bruised and bitten chest bouncing as he slid his thick shaft between them, it felt too good. Panting, his emerald eyes watched as her tongue slipped from her mouth, soft moans leaving her body as he rocked above her chest. 

His hands were moving before he was aware, glazed eyes watching as his swollen tip brushed past her lips with every thrust. One hand held the back of her head, tipping it enough so that her mouth fell open, the other cupped his heavy package, squeezing it as he cried out, hips jerking as he finished across Kirana’s relaxed face. His cum slipping over her cheeks and into her mouth. He moaned as he continued to pump his shaft between her breasts, covering them as well. 

Hand tightening around his package, he whimpered softly, hips bucking as he finished, leaving her in an absolute mess. Letting his head fall back, tail releasing her hands once more, he let himself rest for a moment. While his body was tired, and his cock ached, he didn’t feel satisfied, he needed more of her, of his mate. Her scent was driving him to the brink of insanity, tongue restless in his mouth before he growled low in his chest. 

Satan tilted forward, his fingers slipping through the mess before pressing them inside her mouth, stroking her soft pink tongue. His chest tightened, gritting his teeth as his digits slipped from her mouth and he seized her in a kiss, tongue ravaging her mouth. Hands on her cheeks, he moved his mouth against her pliant lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth before breaking apart and biting her lower lip. 

Pulling back, he slid down between Kirana’s legs, admiring his work and how messy he had gotten her. Shoving his face against her plump body, his rough tongue licked along her slit, rocking his hips into the sheets and giving his aching cock a brief respite. 

Moaning loudly, he ate her out, tongue rubbing harshly against her still swollen clit. With practiced ease, he slipped his tail around both their bodies, slipping back inside her cunt. He felt her hips jerk, thighs trembling as he tightened his grasp on her, scraping his teeth along her slit as his tail found her gspot once more. 

Sharp eyes watched Kirana’s face closely, waiting for her to wake up. If she woke up then he’d pound her again, make her cry and scream for him. However, as he continued to eat her out, he could feel his eyes getting heavy. Covering her mound with his mouth, he licked and drooled all over her pulsing clit, tail lazily stroking and pressing against her sweet spot. While she fidgeted in his grip, head pressed into the tattered pillow, she still didn’t open her eyes. 

Nuzzling his face tight against her, he slowly closed his mouth, resting his cheek atop her lower belly and nestling his tail inside her. Heat radiated from between her legs, but the scent of their mixed cum and the feeling of her soft skin beneath him had him nodding off. He barely registered the soft hand petting his hair as he passed out, body quieting and breathing evening out. 

Kirana blinked hazily above him, eyes bleary and not quite conscious. Unable to move her body, she tried to pick up her heavy arms, wrists aching. Blindly, she pawed for her demon, finally finding his sweaty mop of blond hair and combing her fingers through it. Sighing contentedly, she let herself pass back out, the taste of cum in her mouth. 

[uenodivision]

Shisuta's Thoughts on Ginza Division

Masa Judice

Shisuta looks at the picture of the Catholic priest for a long while, before sighing sorrowfully.

"I only know vaguely about the interaction between my mother and the man known as "Father Masa". Apparently, my mother did not believe that he had Japan's best interest in mind when he ran for the position of Archbishop of Japan. She didn't exactly expound on it, but... after hearing some of his messages and the way he spoke to his congregation, I had a feeling that she was right. Preaching the Word is supposed to be about love and compassion, teaching the Lord's children to turn from their wicked ways. It is not to be used to scare or intimidate them. That is not what the Lord wants, at least that is what I believe."

"In any case, mother convinced the clergy to elect him. She has never steered them wrong before, so he was not made the new Archbishop. Ever since then, he has made it his mission to exact revenge on my family and I. ...I'm sorry to say, but that alone proves that he was not worthy of the role of Archbishop. If he allows something as small as revenge to control him, then he still has a long way to go. Hopefully, he realizes that before it is too late."

Eiji Noguchi

"I do not know much of this man, but Aranai-chan tells me that he is responsible for making... PROFILE, was it? I apologize, I am not at all adept with technology or the Internet. I've never really used it much, even when I was young. I couldn't tell you anything about it, which is why I allow Aranai to deal with such things. I think she made me a page on this man's website, but as stated, I wouldn't know where to begin with using it."

"Besides that, from what I've read up, he seems to truly love technology. He seems to believe that the world is advancing into a technological age. ...I can't say for certain whether that is true or not. If it is, I only that people remember: technology is not God. Though it may make our lives easier, it shouldn't become our whole lives."

Oki Teagan

"I'm afraid I know little about this man, other than he seems to have a very poor disposition. He reminds me of Samatoki-san; both of them really need to work on controlling their emotions, not letting their emotions control them. Aranai-chan tells me he used to be part of a rap group but after it dissolved, he disappeared for two years. I hope nothing bad has happened to him during that time. And if something did, I hope he is strong enough to quell whatever it is."

Last Judgment

"...I'll be honest, this team... they scare me. Even the team name, Last Judgment, does not help me feel at ease. Not because I don't think they are strong or that we will lose against them. But... they scare me because nothing good can come from interacting with them. The world Noguchi-san seeks to create is not one that I think will bring peace. And Teagan-san, as stated, I know not what has transpired these past two years he has vanished, but I know that something has happened to him to change him."

"...And as for Masa-san... though I would not wish ill will on anyone, his desire for power and his vision of this world, will not benefit anyone, save himself. His followers and the people he surrounds himself with, he is leading them all down a dark path that has no future, save one of damnation. I don't know what has happened in his life to make him like this, but I sincerely pray that the Lord quells whatever demons or monsters are plaguing him and extinguishes them before it is too late."

"...It's for that reason I have asked Aranai-chan, when we face this team, if she'd allow me to deal with Masa-san. I know it is a little unorthodox, but... I feel that this is a test the Lord has placed before me. To save one of his children from himself. And if that is so, then it is a test I will gladly take. And I hope and pray the Lord gives me the strength to succeed."

[despicablebisexual]

Chapter 4: The Shizen Family

you meet with your family for the first time since joining the corps. It does not go as planned

wc: 2002

“Kimi, fly ahead and alert my family I’ll be arriving home in two days.” You give her a gentle head scratch before sending her off. 

The seasons had changed yet again. Spring had passed and it would soon be July. You hadn’t even realized it until you were in a wisteria house, speaking with the lovely older woman who had mentioned her granddaughter’s birthday was coming up in July. You were floored when you realized with June ending, you had already been away from home for 13 months.

After your mission with Kyojuro, you felt more confident in your abilities. You hadn’t been struggling by any means, but his compliment sparked a fire in your soul. I mean, a hashira complimented you for crying out loud; it felt good to be noticed. You had taken on mission after mission, determined to prove yourself in the corps. After a year, you had progressed to Hinoto. Returning home with this news would hopefully make up for your lack of writing home recently.

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You walked up the steps leading to the front door of your house. There was a nervous energy pooling in your stomach and you couldn’t exactly figure out why it was there or how to quell it. You didn’t know if you should knock or just walk in. The decision was made for you when the door opened on its own.

“Oh, another slayer! Shizen-sama, a new guest has arrived!”

An unknown young woman opened the door further, gesturing for you to come in. You were frozen in place, trying to come up with the proper words to tell her you lived here. 

“Suki-chan, I told you, you’re more than welcome to bring the guest in-”

You come face to face with your grandmother.

“Y/n? Is that really you?”

She tentatively reaches out and touches the side of your face. 

“Yes, it’s me.”

She pulls you into a tight embrace and starts quietly crying. “Don’t ever do that again! It’s been five weeks since you last wrote, do you know how scared I was?!”

“I’m sorry,” you bring a hand up to stroke her hair. “I’ve spent the last three weeks tailing a demon in Tokyo, and I ran out of paper before that.”

She pulls away and places her hand on your cheek again.

“Just send Kimi next time. Come on in already, you arrived at the perfect time, lunch is almost finished.”

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You’re sat around the large dining room table with all your family once again. Large portions of tempura are passed around and you take in the familiar atmosphere. The past year, a vast majority of your meals had been shared between you and the family hosting you. You were occasionally joined by other slayers, but never someone you knew personally. 

“So after the mission, the random slayer asks Akeno-kun and I if we wanted to get some sake together. We figured why not, the night is still young and so are we. So, we walked to this tavern just across the city. It was late and very busy, but I swear, as soon as we walked in, the entire tavern fell silent. Immediately a bunch of guys get up and start shouting at the three of us. Needless to say, we got thrown out. We only found out days later from the woman who owned the bar that that slayer we had been with owed several people in there money, and thought he could just walk in with two other slayers and flash our muscles. Akeno and I never saw or spoke to that man again.”

The table erupts with laughter at your uncle’s story. Him and your father were very close, and he had a large collection of stories about the misadventures they experienced together. You smile into your bite of food.

“Well, y/n,” your uncle nudges your side with his elbow, “any stories you’d like to share about slaying?”

Your cheeks heat up at the unexpected attention now on you. 

“Uh, not many! I mostly go on solo missions, and when I do see other slayers, we usually just eat in wisteria houses together before we go to sleep.”

“Surely you have at least one story to tell.”

“Uh… There was the time I met the flame hashira.”

Everyone leans in, beckoning you to continue.

“Yeah,” you swallow your food, “his name was Rengoku Kyojuro. He was very energetic despite the fact that we were battling a six-headed demon and its mother.”

“Six heads?!”

You nod your head, “it nearly took a chunk out of my arm, I’ve got the scar to prove it.”

You roll up your sleeve and show the skin on your arm, the faint arch from the bite still visible. “Luckily enough,” rolling your sleeve back down, “one of my comrades rushed to my side to help me. I defeated the demon and then afterwards the hashira told me he was impressed by my swordsmanship. We chatted briefly before he left. He too comes from a family that all use the same breathing pattern.”

“My, a hashira complimenting our girl! Perhaps he’ll take you in as his disciple,” your grandmother muses.

“Well, I’m not at the rank to be scouted for that, yet… Plus he’s very popular, I’m sure he already has his pick.”

“Not at the rank? What do you mean?”

“I’m not at kinoe yet, I’m only hinoto.”

Your grandmother furrows her brow. “No? But you’ve been in the corps for so long?”

“It’s only been a year,” you mumble.

“Exactly, it’s already been a year.”

“My brother leveled to kinoe within a year,” the new girl, Suki, said.

You just blankly stare at her with a, ‘dude, who even are you’ face. “That’s lovely, good for him. Men sure do effortlessly level up in rank, in the corps.”

“Do not start with that at the table,” your great-grandfather warns. He never liked when you hinted at sexism in the corps.

“My apologies, Y/n-san, I was merely adding to the conversation.”

You look away from Suki. She surely was an interesting character. Your grandmother had explained that she had come to them asking for a job working in the house. Since you weren’t there to help anymore, they hired her.

“Y/n, our family is strong and level up quickly, Asaki became a hashira at 13.”

“Yes, I read about it in her journal. That situation is different, though. Her dad was a pillar, and she was actually taught by someone who used Earth breathing.”

“You’re making excuses. You’ve been taught by someone who used Earth breathing, and your uncle is a very skilled fighter. Why do you insist on moving slowly?”

“I’ve been going on mission after mission for a year now, I’m ranking up as fast as I can. Plus, you barely spent any time in the corps…” You crossed your arms and looked away as you said the last part, you knew that was a big mistake to say.

“What did you say?”

You train your eyes on the wall to your left.

“Answer me,” your grandmother hisses.

“I said you didn’t spend much time in the corps. You don’t understand.”

Your grandmother is fuming when you look at her. The room is suddenly way too tense for your liking, and you get on your feet to leave the room.

“I’m finished.”

“Don’t you walk away from me!”

She grabs your arm and turns you around, slapping you in the face. Your hands instinctively go up to shield yourself.

“That’ll teach you to speak to me with respect! You can get out if you want to talk to me like that in my fucking house. Irritable girl, you leave home for a year and think you’re tough shit now?”

You say nothing to her as you cower in front of her. She might not have a large presence, in fact she’s about two inches shorter than you, yet her shadow looms over you. She’s got fire burning in her eyes and her fists are still at chest level, ready to go. No one else in the room dares to say anything. You simply just bow your head and turn, briskly walking through the house to your room. She doesn’t stop you this time. 

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The rest of the day and night you stay boarded up in your room, purposefully isolating yourself. Your uncle had knocked on your door to alert you of dinner being ready, but you just ignored his call, opting to just lay down on your futon. It was pitch black outside when you finally gathered the courage to crack open your bedroom door, looking around the hallway. Next to your door sat a small tray with servings of tonight’s dinner on it. You stepped past it as you ventured further into the hallway. Deciding it was late enough that no one else would be up, you made your way outside to the backyard. A thought occurred to you that you hadn’t been able to sit under the stars on an engawa since the night before final selection. During the past year, any time you got to rest, you took the opportunity to sleep as much as you could. 

The moon outside was full and shrouded by a few lingering clouds. You sat and let yourself take in the familiar atmosphere. It was hard to relax though. Maybe it was because you were more scared of the darkness now that you knew what could lurk in it, maybe it was because you were still upset from earlier, but all you knew was you simply couldn’t relax. Your hands balled into fists as you let out a frustrating sigh. Standing up, you stomped towards the shed in the corner of the yard. Inside looked rather untouched, the wooden practice dummy and wooden swords in the same place as always. You took out the dummy and picked up a sword. Setting up the practice dummy, you stalked around it in a circle. You weren’t necessarily trying to practice your breathing pattern, you just needed to blow off some steam.

You brought the sword down on the dummy, raining slashes to its chest, arms, neck, everything. You stepped backwards from it before turning around and driving the butt of the sword and your elbow into the head, knocking the dummy down. Your assault on the poor training device didn’t end there. You began kicking it in the side and it flopped around the yard. After a particularly hard kick, you sent it flying across the yard. When you walked over to it, you stared down at it on the ground. There were some chips in the wood now. The doors behind you opened up. It didn’t take a genius for you to guess it was your uncle. 

“You’ve gotten stronger.”

“I’ve had the opportunity to train with opponents much fiercer than a piece of wood.”

He comes up to you and gently places a hand on your shoulder. You don’t bother to face him.

“Y/n… Why aren’t you resting?”

“I can’t,” you state plainly. “I’m not good enough, apparently.”

He sighs in defeat. 

“It’s not fair she treats me like that. I’m not her grandmother, I’m me.”

“Perhaps it’s best if you did not stay, then.”

You turn around. “What do you mean? Are you kicking me out?”

“No, no. This is your home, and it brings me so much joy whenever you’re home; you’re my niece and I love you.”

You can sense the ‘but’ coming.

“But perhaps, it’s best if you take time to yourself. Your grandmother thinks it’s a good idea…”

You scoff and roll your eyes at him. 

“Of course.”

He silently pleads for you to just agree with him. You sigh and turn to pick up the dummy.

“Perhaps it is best. I’ll leave when the sun rises.”

“At least wait to eat with us and say goodbye.”

“Maybe.”

You’re gone without so much as a note in the morning.

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

The demon just glared at the Commodore, remaining silent for now while Homelander continued to bang on the glass. His focus was purely on James as the pair tried to reach one another. “I’m here, sweetheart. …We’re here. We’re gonna get you out of this thing, alright? Hopefully sooner rather than later before you drain me dry.” The blonde said with a quick nod of his head. “Just…try to focus. Try to break free of Thrawn’s brainwashing. Think of something else, anything else. A uh…thought, feeling…” Homelander couldn’t help but smile. “An anchor.”

The demon just rolled his eyes at the cheesy terminology. Though as he heard the Commodore’s challenge, he growled and snarled.

Undermining my strength isn’t exactly a good motivator for breaking you out of your little trap.

He snapped, throwing a punch at the glass. When there was no reaction, it only pissed the demon off all the more as he raged like an animal, punching and smashing against the glass with all his strength, refusing to let it get the better of him. Refusing to let the Commodore get the better of him.

Homelander joined in. The pair of them working together, using their joint force to smash the glass. It all seemed in vain at first, however gradually cracks began to form. “I think…I think it’s working. Whatever we’re doing, is working. Keep going!” Homelander yelled as he and his demon kept giving their all, using all the strength and force they had to break their lovers free.

"No, no, no..." Annie whimpered, like a kicked puppy, as the colors swirled before her eyes.

She could barely see through the visor, and she was afraid if she just started using her powers trying to get to Thrawn she'd accidentally hit James or Homelander.

"You son of a bitch!"

"As I said, Miss January..." Thrawn guides Annie to a seat and forces her to sit down, "It would be better if you just submit,"

GIF by thrawnblr

The visor starts to make a small humming noise, the exact same one used to tame James.

It would affect James a bit, make the metaphorical glass a bit thicker, but not by much.

The colors glowing before Annie's eyes would get brighter and brighter.

The glass was thick enough that he could not feel the warmth of that touch, but hand covered splayed hand . " Right. Focus.. I- I can do that " He takes a deep breath he doesnt need. Attempting to quell the tempest of his own mental torment and focus on his love for John as a mental anchor, focusing his telepathic powers to manifest a hefty anchor upon the ship that was currently unsteady under his feet

"No, however I believe keeping this one alive is motivation enough. " the Commodore motioned toward John. Meanwhile, the Commodore gives the superhero a sour smirk on the otherside when the punch didn't break it. " Yet it looks like I'm being proven right. " He mused, getting the supe even angrier to punch even harder " put your back into it, sir. " he teases .

Though as he attempts to do so , that hum is turned up in frequency and the thickness of the glass increases in that instant , and for a moment the vampire falters nearly falling into the 'water' as weight of the mind control grows 'heavier' upon his psyche and the consciousness of James feels light headed, for a moment he just.. wants to give back in. "B-bloody .. hell. " he lands upon deck for a moment to return to his focus. Losing that 'anchor.'

"FOCUS MR. NORRINGTON!" the Commodore orders.

Triggering Homelander to join in, waging heavily blows against the glass and the vampire heard a distinct cracking sound- thought it didnt look like anything broke, there was .. infact.. a hairline crack. It was enough to shake it off enough for now.

Homelander called for them to keep going and the vampire snarled and began to pound against it from the other side. Joining in after re launching himself at the glass. " NO! We will NOT consent to being your weapon! We are ancient, we are IMMORTAL! We will NOT be controlled by HIM!" The Vampire's knuckles were bloody as glass's cracks grow bigger.

" That's it, pretend that glass is my face if you must, but give it your all. That same all that will have me on my knees worshiping you for all that you can be!" Commodore teases Mirrorlander!

The Commodore left the three to exploit the crack that grew and spread and stretched now and instead would be the final catalyst to their freedom as the vampire harnessed his darkness and the Commodore his determination. Clad in his storm-soaked uniform, he courageously made his way to the bow, where the massive anchor rested. With sheer willpower, he harnessed every ounce of his strength to turn the cumbersome capstan, dragging the anchor overboard single-handedly. The salty wind whipped at his face, and the pouring rain soaked him to the bone, but Norrington's determination and leadership drove him to accomplish the near-impossible task.

As the anchor plummeted into the raging sea, there was a loud crash , splash, then SHATTER as the anchor made out of love, rage and british spite shattered the glass into a million diamonds shimmering in the sunlight as the storm dissapated and there was nothing between the blonde and vampire. The ship freed from its prison and James laughed. It was akin to that insane laughter. That " I can't believe it " kind of laughter and he threw his arms around Homelander.

In that moment green eyes snap open in the real world and his mouth detatches from Homelander. "J-John. My God. I- I'm so sorry. I - didn't mean-- please- D-darling. " He cradles the other man in his arms now. " You saved me. "

@hom3land3r @star-ligh7 @mages-pandoras-box

James would slowly wake up in a dark room. Which was odd, because James never slept at night.

James would then realize he's tied down, in a surprisingly comfortable chair. None of James's vampire powers seems to be working. James would realize that there was a single chain wrapped around his chest. Thick and made of pure silver, rendering James powerless but leaving his mind clear enough to think.

His wrists and ankles were bound with normal rope, rope he would be able to snap easily if he wasn't bound by silver.

A man sat at a desk a little away, his pale blue skin, darker blue hair, and red eyes making it clear who he was.

Thrawn, the man who was going to help Homelander brainwash Starlight then seemed to vanish when the plan was put on the back burner.

Even as James starts to wake up Thrawn pays him no mind, continuing to write calmly as if there wasn't a vampire tied up in the room.

-BearMage (As Thrawn)

It was regrettable that the only time a vampire was vulnerable was during the day when they are little more than corpses, or when feeding. Thus leaving Norrington unprotected to go to photoshoots or meetings , despite the growl from the wolf pup when someone came for his daddy that wasn't his other daddy.

But James hadn't moved until the sun was far past set. . "H-homelander?"Eyes fluttered open, his vision hazy as he attempted to piece together the events that had transpired. The room was dimly lit, and his body felt sluggish. As his focus slowly returned, he realized he was bound by heavy silver chain, and an ominous sense of dread washed over him

His head throbbed with a dull ache, and his powers were stifled by the silver restraints. Trapped in his own mind he could not reach out with telepathy. With effort, he rasped, "Where ..am I?" His voice was weak, the words escaping his dry and parched lips

His futile attempts at breaking free resulted in nothing more than a frustrated, anguished grunt. "Someone has a death wish, I see.. "

[fullofbees]

Camera Exposure

Lucifer has a rule against taking his picture for a reason. When you violate the rule, he makes sure to show you just how exposing it can be.

TW: Extremely Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Non-Consensual Exhibitionism, Spit, Spanking, Hair Pulling

Word Count: 3,882

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Tonight was a rare occasion. Fingers dig into your hips, lazily guiding your hips up and down. Whispered praises fall from Lucifer’s lips with each drag of your cunt along his cock, his head falling back against the pillow.

No talons, horns, or fangs. No ropes, whips, or chains. He was too exhausted, too stressed from unspecified work from Diavolo that you practically had to drag him to bed. Undoing the buttons to his uniform, you complimented his dedication to the future King, to his brothers, and to you. Hands brush against his smooth skin as they slide underneath the fabric of his shirt, your affirmations stroking his ego and stoking the flames of his Pride. 

He kisses the top of your head once you pull his belt from his waist, his fingers finding the underside of your chin to pull your gaze to his. You smile, soft and sweet, telling him that tonight is about him. 

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” you punctuate with a kiss to his knuckles, “Let’s take our time tonight.” 

You're surprised at how quickly he had settled into this variation on his role; no less dominant than before, but much more indulgent in what you were willing to give. He’s taken every teasing grind, kiss, and touch without complaint, a far cry from the demon that is able to control your body without a single spell. A sinful shade of pink blooms across his face and down his neck where it meets the red lines your nails etched into his chest. His eyes are shut tight, soft pants welcoming you with every thrust.

Even in the throes of passion, he always managed to be handsome. Elegant. Bewitching. Dare say… angelic. Truly a rare sight indeed. 

You wish there was a way to capture this moment forever, to have a keepsake of the time when you saw Lucifer at his most peaceful, and under your mercy no less. But, if the numerous times Mammon has ended up dangling from the ceiling, and the very clear verbal threats from Lucifer are anything to go by, pictures of your darling demon are forbidden. A nasty punishment would surely be your fate, not the fun kind he normally subjected you to in his bed, but an arduous lecture where you will more likely die from old age before ever seeing its end. 

Still… one little photo couldn’t hurt, right? It’s not like you would be so brazen as to set it as your screensaver. No, it would only be for you.

Brushing a few stray hairs away from your face and shifting your legs ever so wider, it’s almost embarrassing how easily your body bends to accommodate his impressive stature. Almost. Pressed chest to chest, his skin feels like fire, engulfing you with what felt like the embers of the Devildom itself. No fire raged as intensely as he did, yet no love could be as radiant. A perfect union between celestial glory and the impervious demon you knew him as now.

His hands slip to your thighs, cabernet nails decorating half moons on your body. Eyes crack open with your change in position, always curious and eager to thwart the tricks up your sleeve. You press your lips to his, hopefully hiding your true intentions with the guise of human adoration.

It’s often that you wonder if he misses it. Heavenliness. You’ve never seen what Lucifer, The Morning Star, Lightbringer, looked like. Simeon delighted you with stories of the angel he knew, Michael’s right-hand man, and how, angel or demon, Lucifer never stopped fretting over his brothers. You knew angels often had to quell human anxieties with “Be not afraid”, but if the angel was supposedly more magnificent than his demon self, you cannot understand why they’d be afraid. 

Of course, now you understand why humans trembled with fear. If a man with four inky black wings and serpentine horns appeared before you without prelude, you’d cry too. That’s why you try, even when his abyssal rage swirls around him, to lavish praise and tribute upon him. Devildom may be home to him now, but there’s always a doubt about how comfortable he feels away from the purpose he was created for. You kiss your human infatuation, weakness, and worship into him every chance you can. Perhaps, this way, you feel like home to him. 

You have him right where you want him. Eyes slip back shut as he basks in your devotion, but your gaze is focused on where your D.D.D sits on the bedside table. As careful as you can manage with his cock hitting just right where you need it, your hand reaches out for your phone. Once in your grasp, your lips part from his, but you still pepper kisses to his nose, forehead, and cheeks. Your plans would be ruined if he opened his eyes, but the privacy of his bedroom is one of the few places where your love doesn’t need to be tamed, so the kisses serve their purpose of distraction and freedom. 

With a soft moan, you return to your original position, hand pushing your phone into the mattress as you return to fucking him in earnest. 

A breathy, “fuck,” falls from his lips. Your own groans and pants resume, shaky hands unlocking your D.D.D and opening the camera, eyes darting between him and the screen. 

Just a… little more… Your thumb hovers over the button as the camera shifts into focus. You’re so close. 

The shutter sounds.

In an instant, the phone is snatched from your grip, wrist locked in the bruising grip of his other hand. 

“What,” he grits, “do you think you’re doing?”

“Luci, it’s not what you - Oh!” He silences you with a knock of your hands against the headboard. You’re under him now, his imposing shadow growing as the wings unfurl from his back and horns twisting towards the ceiling. Talons cut sharp into your skin now, and fangs glint dangerously within his snarl. 

“Did Mammon put you up to this?"

"No! Lucifer, please, just let me explain!" You push against his hold despite knowing that such action is futile. His hand constricts tighter. His gaze sharpens, a silent threat to stay still. 

"Our night was going splendidly, dear," he sighs wistfully, "So you better have a good excuse for ruining it."

You visibly gulp, staring up into the inferno that blazed in his eyes. "Y-you looked so peaceful, so relaxed... I'd never seen you like that before..."

"You're right," he says, "It's almost impossible to relax when your brothers and a meddling human cause endless trouble."

A stinging sensation burns in your chest at that comment, reverberating in the hollows of your ribcage. Still, you muster the strength to keep your face relatively neutral and summon the last shred of your confidence. 

"I wanted to remember you like that," you whimper, "I never wanted to forget this night."

"Who are you to say this was the last time?"

"It's not the last time, but that's the point, Luci, that it was the first. I wanted- a souvenir, I guess- of the first time I made you feel like that." 

It doesn't matter what kind of being answered your prayer, but you thank them nonetheless as his hands release their grip. A huff of annoyance escapes him as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Placing your hands against the mattress, you carefully push yourself up to be sitting against the headboard. 

"What am I going to do with you?" Lucifer mutters, his hand sliding to his chin in contemplation.

"What do you mean?"

Lucifer leans in close to you, his hand finding your chin and tilting your face up to meet his. Your noses bump together, a sly smile replacing the snarl. "Have you always been this selfish? Or have my brothers and I been corrupting you?"

Brows knit in confusion, you ask, "Selfish?"

His mouth follows your jaw down to your neck, humming against your skin. "Yes, selfish. Wanting pictures of me under your control is selfish, is it not?"

You want to roll your eyes at whatever new game he has decided you'll play, but end up moaning instead as his teeth sink into your neck. His tongue lavishes over the bite after, soothing the redness that gathers. Heat sparks in your lower abdomen again, reminding you of the bliss you had been in merely moments ago before your little stunt. Knowing the demon before you, it wouldn't be a surprise if he left you hot and bothered for the remainder of the night. He was a sadist through and through, particularly when it came to stubborn-headed you. Each time you held out, taking every bite, scrape, bruise, and denial of pleasure as proof of your worth to him. That is what made it all the more satisfying when you finally broke, crying and pleading for him to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you. You knew whatever punishment he decided to deliver would leave you a needy mess, begging to be used like the cockslut you are.

His hand abandons your chin, trailing down your body until he reaches your clit and pinches the bundle of nerves between his fingers. "Answer me."

The pain makes you cry out, thighs tensing together, his hand trapped between. The following pleasure, however, has you rolling your hips into his touch, searching for more friction. "Luci- Lucifer, please," you mewl with wavering breath.

"Do not," he warns as his other hand, which had been holding your D.D.D., drops the phone against the mattress. He places it against your right knee, forcing it down and away to expose your cunt to him again, "Do not make me repeat myself." 

You take in a shuddering breath before speaking. "Can you blame me for being selfish? Seeing you like that did wonders for my pride..."

He laughs, the deep baritone so sweet to your ears that you hope it's the first sound to greet you when you die. 

"I suppose you are forgiven..." Forgiven by an angel turned demon, what luxury has befallen you. "But you still must face your punishment."

With that, he easily slips two fingers into your core. You whine, head falling back as his thumb traces brutal circles on your clit. 

Being one of the most powerful devils grants Lucifer the ability to see the soul of any human he wishes. It is easily his favorite thing to watch about you, how it reacts to the events you find yourself in. Right now, it seems as if your soul is winding in on itself as the pressure builds in your body, each twist becoming tighter as your muscles tense. As his fingers set a steady pace, he watches your soul pulse in sync with your fluttering heart, the energy of your pleasure crackling and sparkling, waiting for the final strike that will allow it to burst forth. It's incandescent how it shines from you, like a torch in the darkness. It's maddening how effortlessly it beckons him close; he needs to look away. He instead chooses to focus on your face. How you bite down on your lip with each thrust; the sweat on your forehead; the rapid rise and fall of your chest as you gasp and pant. Yet the thrumming of your soul is too much; you're right on the edge.

You practically bawl when he removes his hand. You knew this was your fate.

Lucifer smoothes a few strands of hair back from your forehead, "Do not worry, love. It'll be over soon." A kiss is pressed to your heated skin. Using his strength, he's able to flip you onto your stomach with ease. One hand pulls your hips up until you're on your knees, the other hand keeping your head pressed firmly to the pillow. A light chuckle escapes him, "Perfect, stay just like that."

The sheets shuffle behind you as he moves, but you don't dare raise your head to see what he's searching for. You've always been prone to fidgeting when forced to wait. Your knees slide against the mattress, spreading wider. Fingers curl against the blanket, but when that doesn't alleviate the tension, they release the fabric, opting instead to drum impatiently. An ache forms in your knees, so you slide them back to their original position. 

A firm hand on the back of your thigh has you stop dead still, biting your bottom lip in anticipation. You feel Lucifer close in, the heat radiating off of him. With a gentle squeeze to your thigh, his cock enters you again, bottoming out in one motion. A high-pitched squeak escapes you at the unannounced intrusion, your body leaning forward as your cunt stretches open around him. You want to rock back, to fuck yourself against him, but the way his thumb digs into your flesh reminds you of your place. 

An imaginary clock ticks away in your head. This wouldn't be the first time you'd been made to be nothing but his cockwarmer and the idea of staying like this is torturous. Lesson learned, dammit. 

But the ticking wasn't imaginary; rather, it was the click of nails against a screen. Behind you, the glow from your D.D.D. lights up Lucifer's devilish smirk. It takes him a minute to find the app he wants amidst your disorganized sorting system, but as the logo for the video call service appears on the screen, he knows this punishment is one you won't soon forget. 

You inhale slowly and deeply, trying to quell your speeding heart for the long night ahead.

brrring... bring...

Is that-? Oh no . Nononononono!

"Oi, what d'ya think you're doin' callin' so - WHAT THE FUCK?" 

Ohmygodmammonimsosorry ...!

"Oh, Lucifer, you're so mean!~" Asmo whines, "It's rude not to invite-"

"Was this really necessary? My book was just getting interesting." Satan grumbles.

Lord above and Lord below, please end my life.

You hear the faint sound of crunching, followed by a muffled, "Belphie, look-"

Belphegor's laugh echoes in the room. That little sadist . "Looks like our human found trouble.~"

One brother is missing, and that gives you hope. Perhaps he's already running to your rescue, his video game abandoned, and the door broken off its hinges as he rushes to save your dignity. Levi has always been your knight, right? He'll be here any second.

An embarrassed yelp and the sound of a gaming chair crashing to the floor destroys your dream. "L-Lucifer! W-What are you doing!?"

killmekillmekillmekillmekillmekillme...

"Thank you all for answering," Lucifer states as if this is a routine meeting, "Our little lamb here thought they could sneak a picture of me. No doubt this is your influence, Mammon."

"Whaddya mean my influence!? I don't have to take this! I'm hangin' up!" 

"Mammon," Asmodeus's airy giggle resonates out, "You're supposed to look after them, right? Don't you think you should watch to make sure they're safe?"

"No! My duties don't involve watchin' Lucifer FUCK-"

"I have to agree with Asmo," says Belphie, "Beel is nodding his agreement right now. What do you think, Satan?"

A sigh escapes the fourth-born, "Not like I can return to my book after this nonsense, so, I suppose."

You want to scream, to cry, to do anything, but you can't will your voice or body into defiance. Instead, you bite the pillow below you, shoving your face deeper into its plushness as tears escape your eyes.

"Then we're all in agreement then," Lucifer slowly pulls his hips back until he's on the verge of slipping out completely, "Please feel free to make requests."

His hips slam back into yours, signifying the brutal pace he's going to keep. Each forceful thrust feels like you'll tip over. You swear you're steadily moving up the bed, bit by bit.

The hand on your thigh withdraws, only to return with a resounding smack! to your ass. A pained whimper rumbles rawly in your throat. You hear the mixture of surprised and pleased gasps from the brothers. 

"Can you- Do that again...?" Levi whispers.

Lucifer's knuckles cut across your skin as he backhands the other side of your ass. All groans give way to choked gasps as each thrust knocks what little amount of air you manage to inhale from your lungs. Your back drops in a languid arch, what little composure you have bending with it. 

"Please... please, I'm sorry..." You murmur.

His hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head to the side to expose your tear-stained face to the camera. "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Lucifer, please! I won't do it again!"

You hear Satan tsk on the line, "You know begging won't save you now." He doesn't sound composed, his own breath choppy and strained. 

Is he seriously...? ARE ALL OF THEM?

Trying to turn your face back into the pillow, another sharp tug to your hair prevents you. Shame and guilt bubble hotly through your veins; any more feverish and you'd surely burst into flames.  

"Awww, there's no need to be embarrassed, love!" Asmo soothes between his own labored pants. "Give them a little relief, Lucifer."

Lucifer's hand abandons your hair, tracing down your spine as he switches to shorter, faster thrusts. The relief from his intensity is indeed little, but now you are able to breathe a little more, and the ache in your hips doesn't feel as bad. The reprieve is short-lived, however, as his fingers find your clit once again. His touch is not teasing, not a slow crescendo into bliss. It's rough, demanding your body answer his command and do so now. Your thighs are trembling as the pleasure and pain merge in your core, your toes curling against nothing. You try to angle your hips away from his hand, but that only serves to force his cock deeper into you. You're trapped. 

Belphie yawns. "Hurry up, Lucifer, I won't be awake much longer."

Lucifer chuckles. "Is my show boring you, Belphegor?"

"Why do you insist on taking so long? Only you have the patience for this." He huffs.

If you know Lucifer, and you do, he's no doubt rolling his eyes. He and the seventh-born have very differing opinions when it comes to sadism. 

"Fine," he grunts, leaning in closer to you, "But make no mistake, dear, we're not finished."

A few more agonizing brushes against your clit finally has your body submitting. You hear Lucifer groan as your cunt spasms around him, just the mere presence of his cock making it hard to come down. Droplets of your cum drip down your thighs as the last few throes of your orgasm shudder through your body. Sweat clings to your body, cementing your hair to your face as you fight for breath. 

Lucifer adjusts his position, withdrawing completely in order to showcase your wrecked pussy to Belphie. A loud grumble - one of hunger - interrupts the scene.

"They look so delicious..." Beel growls. 

"They look gorgeous!" Asmo praises.

"I think they've learned their lesson, but one more should really drive it home," says Satan.

Levi only mutters into his hand.

Everyone remains silent after, waiting expectantly for greed to rear its ugly head.

"Can ya turn them over..."

Lucifer smirks, "You need to speak up, Mammon."

He grumbles, "I said can ya turn them over? Y'know, onto their back? To see their face?"

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Your body is limp, a mere doll that Lucifer positions for his little show. He allows you to fall to your side before rolling you onto your back. The light from your phone is blinding, but it's the idea of the demons watching on the other side that makes you shut your eyes. His hand brushes your hair away before his thumb dries the remaining tear tracks on your cheeks. Finally, a gentle touch has returned, but you know it will soon leave, so you place your hand over his, pressing your face further into his palm. 

Asmo coos, "Aww, you see, Lucifer? They really are sorry."

"But just to be safe..." Satan teases. You know he's trying to rile you up, to feel wrath emanating from your soul. 

It's working. You're going to kill him when you recover. You're going to use your pact to order him immobile and kill him dead. 

"Can you give me one more?" Lucifer asks.

You take a deep breath... and nod your head.

"Good girl."

Lucifer presses both of your knees to your chest. Out of habit, your hands immediately circle around them, holding them in place. He lines himself up with your entrance, sinking his length in immediately. A groan escapes both of you. Again, Lucifer's hand returns to your face, thumb pressing on your lower lip. You part your mouth, allowing his thumb to glide across your tongue. His fingers slip under your chin, holding your mouth open and waiting before he leans over you and spits into it. You swallow it eagerly. 

Mammon chokes.

You're finally granted respite. Lucifer's thrusts are slow and methodical, letting you feel every silky inch as his hips roll into yours. The pleasure building is the slow drawl you're used to, and after the near mind-shattering peak you had just experienced, the slow climb is comforting. It reminds you that, yes- Lucifer is extremely powerful- but it is with that power he uses to fiercely protect you. He may push your boundaries, erasing and redrawing the lines to his liking, but it is always with the intent of your self-discovery. He is many things; eldest brother, loyal servant, Lightbringer, but there is no title he cherishes as much as Your Lover. 

His room is filled with a symphony of tiredly soft moans, mixing with the wetness between your legs as skin meets skin. As his cock prods deeper into your heat, a new gush of arousal springs forth, further intensifying the sticky sound of your bodies joining. Little puffs of breath escape Lucifer as he glances down at the screen of your phone, his brothers still watching with voyeuristic glee. He doesn't second guess his decision to end the call at that moment, tossing the troublesome device off to the side and ignoring the thunk of it landing on the floor. 

Strong hands replace yours on the backs of your knees, urging you to instead wrap your arms around his shoulders. You do so happily, left hand tangling into the hair at the back of his neck, your right opting to dig into his shoulder blades. His lips meet yours, tongue swiping across your lower lip to soothe where your teeth had been cutting into the flesh. 

The second orgasm approaches quicker than you would have liked, but your body is sensitive and raw from the experience. With a soft cry of the demon's name, you cum again, cunt spasming wildly around him. Lucifer follows soon after, one final thrust shoving his cock as deep as possible as his seed floods your insides. When he releases your legs, you collapse fully to the bed in an utterly spent heap, heaving as you succumb to the exhaustion.

The next time you open your camera, you're greeted with a selfie of Lucifer, cradling your sleeping form to his chest.

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YOU HAVE A CUTE FACE

featuring. the demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor). (the dateables version).

summary. whilst staring at his face, you've come to the conclusion that he has a very cute face— and of course you have to let him know.

warning. gn! reader.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── LUCIFER

Lucifer was just trying to eat his breakfast, but your intense staring was beginning to unnerve him. He looked up at you, a brow raised at your concerning and strange actions. "Can I help you with something?" He sounds more worried than annoyed like you thought he would be.

"You have a very cute face." Was how you responded to his question, because you just so happened to realize how adorable he was as he happily ate some delicious breakfast— which he is now trying not to choke on.

You've definitely caught him off guard.

Cute. Cute?

Lucifer was aware he was a good looking person, but he definitely wouldn't use the word 'cute' to describe himself. To be honest, he's a bit miffed that you didn't use something like 'handsome' or 'alluring' but he'll take what he can get, he supposes.

He sighs, shaking your head at your nonsense. "You are something else." He says simply, "I think it'd be much more fitting to say you're the cute one in this relationship."

Lucifer doesn't think more of it after that, although everyone definitely notices the little smile that occupies his face for the rest of the day.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── MAMMON

"Oi, why're ya starin'?" Mammon had just been laying on his bed, scrolling through his D.D.D., when he felt your gaze piercing holes through the side of his face. He set his phone aside, sending you an annoyed glare. "Eh? Human? What's the matter with ya?"

"Sorry," You blink out of your trance, grinning up at him. "You just have a really cute face."

"Wha- What the hell are ya talkin' about, don't say weird stuff like that..." He grumbles, quickly turning his head the other way. He would rather join an eating contest with Beelzebub than let you see his softened gaze and blushing cheeks.

"Is that weird?" You chuckle, "I was just being honest~" You coo, deciding to tease him. Of course you knew your words managed to get him flustered (they always do, after all). He huffs, swiftly grab his pillow and throwing it at you.

"What did I just say?" He whines, standing up and giving a little pout.

"Yep, absolutely adorable." You laugh when his eye twitches, only to get hit in the face again with a pillow— however it doesn't quell your laughter at all, instead it only encourages it, your laughs bubbling over.

... You had to chase after him to apologize, so he hopefully wouldn't be too mad at you for the rest of the day.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── LEVIATHAN

Leviathan honestly didn't notice your staring until he paused his anime and turned to tell you about a fun fact, only then seeing the fiery passion in your eyes. "W- Why are you looking at me like that?" He felt like he was being stared down by someone like Lucifer, or maybe even Cerberus! It was scary!

"Levi... You're face..." What? What about his face? He hesitantly touched it, fearing he maybe had some crumbs on his face or something, when you said, "It's incredibly cute!"

His eyes nearly bulge out of his head, the tips of his ears turning a bright red. He coughed awkwardly, looking back at the screen. He couldn't bear to face you right now. "Me? Are you sure you mean me?" He asks, biting at his cheek. "A- Are you sure you're not getting me mixed up with one of my brothers or-"

"Nope, I definitely mean you, Levi!"

He feels lightheaded, almost a little nauseous. You think he's cute. Like really, truly believe that! His heart is going to give out! He awkwardly coughs into his fist again.

"I- I don't know what to say... uhm... you're.... c- cute too..."

Nope. He can't take it! He's hiding his burning hot face in his hands, he won't be able to look at you for the next 24 hours.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SATAN

Satan knows. Of course he does, he always know, still... He can't help but set his book to the side and quirk a brow at you. "Is there perhaps a reason to your staring, or...?" Although you're a little shocked at being caught (honestly, you weren't being subtle at all...) you still decide to tell him what's on your mind.

"You just have a cute face, that's all."

Satan can't help but grin, but he tries his best to hide it behind his fist. "I see, so that's it." It's silent for a few seconds, and he's just staring at you now. He seems to snap out of his daze, and chuckles. "Sorry, you're face is rather cute too."

That's right, Satan managed to turn the situation around entirely. He enjoys seeing you get flustered, watching as you turn back to the book you're reading. "Oh? Embarrassed? Aren't you the one who started this, hm?"

Next time, you think, you'll keep your thoughts to yourself.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── ASMODEUS

Oh, Asmodeus knows why you're staring at him— it's the reason most people stare at him, but one of his favorite things is getting people to admit why they're staring at him.

Asmo chuckles, shutting your slightly agape mouth and effectively snapping you out of your daze. "Tell me, darling, what seems to have captured your interest so fully, hmm?"

What... Captured... Your attention?

"Ah, your face! It's really cute, Asmo!" You smile up at him, and his eyes widen a fraction. Cute? Well aren't you just wholesome! He definitely wasn't expecting that to be your answer, although it's in the same vein as the usual answers he receives. Either way, Asmo giggles, pinching your cheek.

"Aww darling, you're super cute too! How about we both be adorable together, okay?" Asmo takes your hands and pulls you out of your seat, "Let's go shopping for matching outfits, what do you think? Then we can be even cuter!"

You don't think that's possible, after all, Asmodeus is the cutest thing alive, but...

"Okay, let's go!"

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BEELZEBUB

You were studying with Beelzebub, however your words trailed off as you noticed how concentrated he looked. He really wanted to get good grades and make Lucifer proud. It was just too cute; he was too cute.

You didn't even realize you were staring at him until he called your name. "Are you okay?" You blink a few times, your heart racing at being caught staring. "Are you hungry, should we take a break?"

"I'm fine," You wave your hand dismissively, silencing his worries. "Your face is just cute, that's all..." Trying to calm his worry, it seems you rambled out the truth behind your dazed look. Your face instantly drops, and Beel can see you're obviously embarrassed by your blunt words. "Uh, I mean, well I-"

The sound of him trying to stifle his laughter cuts you off, and anxiety begins to fill your thoughts. Was he... laughing at you? You knew Beel would never do that, but still... Eventually he managed to calm himself, a content smile on his lips.

"You're cute too, Y/n."

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BELPHEGOR

You were disturbing Belphegors peace. He said you could stay with him as long as you didn't disturb him, but look at what you were doing! He was tossing and turning! Him! He huffs, rolling on to his stomach and turning his head to look at you, an annoyed glare now staring back at you.

"Belphie? I thought you were sleeping!"

"How could I when you're staring at me like that, hm?" He sighs, propping himself up on his elbows. "What? Am I that good looking or something? Can't take your eyes off of me?" He really just wanted to tease you so that you'd hopefully get annoyed and leave him to sleep, but instead you look... embarrassed?

"Well... You have a cute face, you know?"

... Oh.

Belphie sighs, plopping back down and rolling on to his back. "You're so weird..." He grumbles, however if you try to leave you find his cow tail wrapping around your ankle. "I didn't say you could leave... Get under the covers and take a nap with me— try not to stare at me this time." He smirks. Sometimes you do want to punch him, even if he does have a cute face.

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Apparently the experience between them was very tilted into Fizzarolli's favor. Coupling that reality with the bite that the imp chose to grace him with was enough to pull a very prominent swear from Alastor's mouth, crackling with pent up interference that made it sound more harsh than it had any right to. With Fizzarolli's unrelenting teeth that only mingled beautifully with the way those claws raked across his chest, the radio demon could not help but feel a stirring of his own libido somewhere in the depths of its usual slumber.

Nothing so extreme. But enough to hopefully give the other an idea that his efforts were not going to waste.

Then there was blood in his mouth - his own blood, he knew - and Fizzarolli's insistent kiss had him fixated on the taste. Wondered, somewhere in the depths of his tilted thoughts, what Fizzarolli's blood would taste like if pulled straight from his mouth. Bury teeth into his tongue; dig claws into his spine to seek out his nerve endings; thrust him to the ground to cut open his midsection and seek out the delicate, beautiful pieces within-

Alastor worked to quell the thoughts, as he often did, but his imagination ran away with him. Almost did not answer Fizzarolli's question, caught up in his own wanton desires. But he came around- eventually.

"I-"

His voice caught. Focus.

"You."

It was not a very clear answer, but he was unable to pull anything further from himself. All he could see was delicious red and he wanted nothing more than to have Fizzarolli distract him from his baser wants.

Having Alastor dissolve into putty beneath his hands was invigorating. It wasn't often that Fizz felt this confident. He knew what he was doing- had years of practice. This was something he was good at.

A distinct laugh left him as he's pulled closer. His legs tighten from where they're curled around Alastor's waist. Finally, his teeth sink into the deer’s neck, though they don't go deep. Only enough to puncture the skin. He knows how much Alastor enjoys blood, after all.

Metal claws get a bit more confident in their touches. Claw tips dig into the skin and leave red marks, though he still refuses to actually cause any bleeding with those touches. He knows how sensitive that area is, and he doesn't want to cause uncomfortable pain- only pleasure. Unless Alastor clearly signifies that he wants to be marked, Fizzarolli will stick to only drawing blood with his teeth.

With Alastor's blood dripping from his teeth, he kisses the deer again. This time, it's a bit more forceful and overly passionate. He shifted, pressing his chest against Alastor's, claws gripping at the fluff of his fur beneath the shirt. He broke from the kiss for air, head returning right back to that exposed neck. “Any requests, babe?” Ever the thoughtful partner, Fizzarolli nudged at Alastor with a low purr.