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echantedtoon · 2 months

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EXPECTING: Upper Moons

This is just the reaction of the demons if you told them you were pregnant. It's been rattling around my mind forever and I had to write it out. Take it as a prequel to my Demon Dad's post, gonna do a P2 with the lower moons right after.

IMPORTANT: Daki will be included in Gyutaro's part and Zohakutan in Hantengu's cuz he's a part of Hantengu but both are PLATONIC ONLY!! Also I write Karaku strictly as the Relaxation clone instead of pleasure because everything I write is sfw.

Warnings for pregnancy mentions, Douma/Karaku ARE their own warnings, possibly some innuendos.

KOKUSHIBO:

"I'm pregnant."

-you told him as soon as you saw his form come to your shared home. It had been nearly three and a half months since you last saw your husband and nearly three months since you had come to the shocking conclusion that you both were about to become parents.

-You had to wait for a while because Muzan's business has his most trusted right hand man gone for weeks to months on end just to carry out business. You knew what you signed up for when you married the highest ranked demon but it didn't make your waiting anymore easy.

-You were worried and anxious the entire time you waited for him to come home. Staying up late a lot of the time to see if he'd be coming. So when he finally showed up expecting a hug and kiss you blurted it out from the pent up anticipation.

-His reaction was to freeze completely mid hug towards you, and just stand there and stare. He's the demon with the fastest reaction time besides Muzan, so he was able to process it rather quickly although color him surprised still.

-He's unsure what to believe at first. "That is... unlikely. You must have just been sick and lazy." He says referring to your recent weight gain and sickness. To which you inform him you had already seen at least two doctors and a midwife to confirm it all. He still doesn't believe it so you demand he look through the transparent world and take a look at you. If you WERE pregnant it'd confirm it if not then you both could find out what was wrong with you.

-He agrees and you stand still as half lidded bored eyes stared at you. Before six eyes widened in complete shock as they zero in on your middle. His body goes rigid as ice... before those six eyes roll up into his skull and he falls over with a heavy THUD!! sound echoing in your home. He didn't faint because you were pregnant, he fainted because of the extra life in your body.

-SURPRISE! IT'S TWINS!

DOUMA:

"I'm pregnant."

-You've been feeling a bit sick lately. At first thinking it was nothing but a stomach bug and it'd pass a few days with rest, but even after two weeks, even your lover got concerned and said you should be looked over by the cult's resident doctor. Well surprise surprise.

-He legit doesn't even register it. It flies right over his head when you first tell him. "That's nice, Dear! Did the doctor figure out why you're sick lately?" He blinks as you slam your forehead into the dinner table. "Was it something I said?"

-Look sometimes he's really smart other times he's stupid af.

-It doesn't register in his mind until he's in the middle of a sermon and it finally registers in his mind why you've been angry with him and what you said. He ends up quickly cutting the meeting short and leaving to find you quickly.

-Ends up being kicked out of your shared bedroom for a month begging to be let back in- "Lotus Blossom. Sweetie pie. Honey bunny! Please let me back in! I'm sorry!" Your response was to open the door and throw a blanket and pillow for him to use before angrily slamming it back shut. He ended up curled up on the ground in front of your door continuing to beg until you finally give in and opened it.

-Genuinely excited but he's definitely going to be dumb about a few things. ALL of the Kizuki are horrified Douma reproduced especially Muzan and Akaza.

AKAZA:

"I'm pregnant."

-He's absolutely stunned for the longest moment. When you told him you two needed to have a serious talk he was bracing himself into receiving news that you wanted to break up with him or a demon had been lurking about with how serious your tone was but never in his hundreds of years living was he expecting THIS.

-He stands there blinking and opening and closing his mouth mimicking a fish for the longest ten minutes of both of your lives..until the questions start in a panic. "Are you sure?! Is this a bad joke?! Did you see a doctor yet?! What did he say?! Are you SURE you're not just sick or something?!" He's not asking to be mean. He just wants to be sure this isn't just a bad day dream gone wrong.

-You answer all his questions calmly. Yes you saw a doctor. Yes you're pregnant. No it's not a joke or sickness.

-He goes silent again for a few seconds..before big tears gather in those pretty lashes of his and he lets out a choke as he wraps his arms around you and happy cries into your shoulder. He feels like the most blessed man in the world!

HANTENGU(+CLONES):

"I'm pregnant."

-Ever see a woman faint from shock? You knew your husbands' main body was an older gentleman but he was a powerful demon so you weren't exactly expecting him to freeze, shriek out in complete shock/fear, and then faint to the floor with a thud sound.

-It left you blinking at him as Karaku and Urogi laugh and point before Aizetsu gives them both a smack upside the head in Sekido's place.

-Safe to say he was pretty scared and shaken up.

SEKIDO:

-Sekido.exe has stopped working. Angry man just freezes up and lets his jaw drop in shock looking like a dam goldfish making both Urogi and Karaku laugh at his reaction. Give him a while. It's gonna take at least an hour for him to let it sink in and a whole ass week for him to come to terms with it. He's not angry about it but he is shocked. So very shocked.

URAMI:

-As soon as the two words leave your mouth he's whipping around at Karaku with a scowling, accusing face. "What the hell did you do?!" "What?! Why are you signaling ME out?!" "Take a guess!"

-Is surprisingly very calm about the situation. Groaning and rubbing his temples annoyed. You're surprised by his lack of surprise but his answer is pretty acceptable- "You have six husbands. I was expecting it to happen eventually."

AIZETSU:

-Like his fellow clones is shocked at first but Urogi's and Karaku's laughter as well as the sound of Hantengu fainting pulled him out of it enough to smack the two in Sekido's place to shut them up.

-Is one of the more serious ones. Cries and hugs you tight asking if you're feeling ok and if you need anything right at that moment. Give him a moment he's very emotional right now.

UROGI:

-It doesn't register for him at first. He's too busy laughing at Hantengu and Urami yelling at Karaku and Sekido's shocked face to really comprehend what he just heard.

-Big bonehead so it's not really hitting home until ten minutes in when it dawns on him. He freezes in his tracks for a solid ten seconds mouth open in a shocked smile..before making a choked ostrich noise and snapping back to you shocked but overjoyed in happiness. Expect him to push Aizetsu off you to hug you tightly.

KARAKU:

-Like Urogi he doesn't register it at first too busy laughing at Hantengu/Sekido and arguing with Urami to notice what you said but Aizetsu knocking his head made him realize what exactly happened.

-Stands there for almost as long as Sekido really. But eventually like Urogi he's absolutely happy with the news and overjoyed. Also low-key takes credit for everything annoying everyone.

ZOHAKUTAN:

-Like Sekido he's mostly shocked but it quickly turns to jealousy, annoyance, but still mostly shock. He's used to being the youngest so it's pretty much a jealous older sibling fit. But eventually he does warm up to the idea of becoming a big brother/uncle figure, but he won't admit it.

GYOKKO:

"I'm pregnant."

-(Ik but just for this let's just go with it.) Legit stops in the middle of making his latest vase to whip around and look at you wide eyed. Something he NEVER does! You can insult, assault, jabber on, and anything else you can think of but if he's in the middle of making art, nothing is going to interrupt him unless it's Muzan demanding his attention. However he does stop and look at you when you tell him which is a feat in of itself.

-He doesn't seem to notice at first only mumbling an 'uh huh' as he continues before he just ends up stopping molding the clay in his hands and whipping to you. There's a moment of you both just staring at one another before he just replies- "....Oh."

-He's not sure what to think tbh.

GYUTARO (+PLATONIC UME/DAKI):

"I'm pregnant."

-Gyutaro.exe has stopped working. His entire brain becomes a big error blue screen as he just ends up staring at you along with Daki for the longest time. Both siblings shocked his girlfriend had just come up to them and announced her news so bluntly.

-Gyutaro eventually reacts first giving you a deep frown. "Oh haha. Very funny! Cut the shit out! I fucking hate jokes!" He gets angrier when you get mad and INSISTS that it's not a joke. It takes a few minutes of you arguing and yelling at him(which you usually NEVER did) to get it through his head.

-It then dawns on him that you probably weren't joking. He's asks you multiple times panicked if you were SURE and if you were really really REALLY sure! You yell yes every time until he finally stops talking. Going extremely quiet before all the color drains from his face, his eyes roll back, and he faints.

-Daki absolutely laughs when she does finally process everything as well and thinking her brother's reaction is the funniest thing ever! However she's genuinely happy to become an Auntie already planning to dress them up and parade them around her. Is also super confident it's gonna be a girl.

NAKIME:

"I'm pregnant."

-Surprisingly very calm reaction. She simply stops playing for a moment to regard you very calmly like nothing is out of the ordinary and asks you one question. "Are you absolutely sure?" You confirm it and she simply nods before just going back to playing her biwa. "Very well but YOU are taking care of everything that involves it. If you need to go anywhere I'll do that for you but that's it."

-She respects your choices but sets her boundaries early.

KAIGAKU:

"I'm pregnant."

-Shocked and actually let's out a- "What the fuck?" outta shock.

-Much like Gyutaro gets very mad at first thinking you're joking and after arguing with you for a long time finally gives up on it being a joke but denies you're actually pregnant despite you insisting that you weren't. He's too stubborn to admit it and doubts it still until you literally drag him by the arm to the nearest doctor who surprise, surprise confirms you both are actually going to be parents.

-Kaigaku doesn't say anything. Still doesn't say anything as you both leave and go home until you ask him what he's thinking about. "I think I really regret that last date night."

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gallavichsreddie1128 · 5 months

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The Bet (Homelander)

Description: Homelander and Y/N make a bet that ends sexual

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,545k

Homelander and Y/N had an odd friendship. Not many people that meet the man put up with him or consider him a friend except Y/N. She knew he was fucked up and not okay in the head but he wasn’t an asshole to her like he was everyone else. She didn’t think much of it given the fact that she seemed to be the only one nice to him. Annie questioned her about it all the time, telling Y/N he was awful and that she couldn’t understand what Y/N saw in him. Y/N seemed to be the only one that put up with his bullshit. Y/N always told her the same thing. “He doesn’t act like that towards me.” Cuz he didn’t. Nobody knew why or understood it but that’s how it was.

“Black Noir would kick A-Train’s ass. Are you kidding me?” Homelander said. Y/N Shrugged. “I don’t know. A-Train is fast.” “Fast is all he has.” Homelander says. Y/N stood up. “Alright then. Why don’t we make a bet?” She asked. “What kind of bet?” He asked. “If I win you have to be my personal slave for the entire week.” “And If I win..” “That’s up to you.” He smirked. “If I win I get to fuck you. Here on this table.” She was taken back by what he said. Her jaw dropped and he held the smirk. “Wait what?” She asked. He stood up from his chair. “Oh come on, Don’t act like you don’t want me to.” He said. He was a cocky son of a bitch that’s for sure. But she hadn’t really thought about it. She did find him attractive and they had a decent friendship but the thought of them having sex never crossed her mind before. “I can change it if that was too much.” He said. She shook her head. “No, it’s fine. Deal.” She said and they shook hands.

Her jaw dropped as she watched A-Train fall to the ground. Black Noir won so quickly and easily she really didn’t stand a chance at winning this bet. Homelander had a huge smile as the scene played out in front of him. He wanted to shout “yes” at the rooftops but he looked over at Y/N and she looked defeated. He wondered if that was from the bet itself or from the fact that she lost. Either way his dick was going to be inside of her by the end of the night. She looked at him with wide eyes. “I didn’t even stand a chance.” She said. “Well I don’t know about you but I’d rather be in your shoes than A-Trains.” He said and she laughed. “And besides at least now you’ll be fucked like you deserved to be.” He whispered in her ear. That sent shivers down her body. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm herself. He smirked at her reaction and walked away.

She stood inside the quarters for the seven as she waited for Homelander to arrive. Her nerves were through the roof as she paced around the room. She went and bought a matching set that was red and it was under her clothes. She wasn’t in her costume but she figured he would be. She heard the door open and she stopped pacing and turned to see Homelander with a smirk on his face. She looked at him as he walked over to her. He didn’t look the least bit nervous but she was. “How long have you been in here for?” He asked her. “An hour.” She whispered. He chuckled and got closer to her. “Are you nervous?” He asked her.

She nodded and he backed her up to the table. His gloved hand put strands of hair behind her ear. “Well don’t be beautiful. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He whispered the last part in her ear and bit it gently. She closed her eyes and sighed. His hands traveled down to her hips and lifted her on the table. She looked at him and they kissed. His lips moved against hers roughly and she pulled back. “Be gentle baby, we’ve got all night.” She whispered against his lips. Her calling him baby turned him on even more but he listened. She cupped his jaw as they kissed softly this time. His hands went under her shirt and cupped her boobs making her moan into the kiss. She pulled back from the kiss and took off her shirt revealing the red lace bra. His eyes darkened at the sight of her. He pushed her so she was laying down on the table and he kissed down her chest to her abdomen. He undid her jeans and pulled them off her revealing the red panties that matched the bra.

He took in the sight of her and sighed. “You are so beautiful.” He said, making her blush. He hooked his fingers in her lace panties but saw a hole where her pussy was showing out of. “So you wanna be fucked in the lingerie?” He asked. “Yes.” She said which made him smirk. He dropped to his knees and got the scent of her wet pussy. She smelled delicious and sweet. He nuzzled his nose in her making her gasp out and grab ahold of his hair. He took a big sniff and moaned. “Fuck, you smell so good.” He moaned and licked a big stripe up her pussy. She let out a loud moan. He took that as a sign to continue. He pulled her legs so they were over his shoulder and he started sucking and licking her pussy like it was his last meal. Her noises were loud and whiny. He was thankful the room was soundproof or some of the other heroes staying there could walk in.

He wouldn’t care if they did but he also didn’t want anyone else to see her like this. Her moans were so pretty and hot that he was getting so hard just hearing her. Her hips started humping his face and she screamed out at the feeling. His nose managed to bump perfectly on her clit making her sob. He groaned at the noise getting more turned on by the second. She was clenching around nothing and was so close. “Homelander.” She cried. “John.” He told her his name and it was all she could moan. Her breathing was getting louder and she started panting like a dog. “John, I'm gonna cum.” She whined out. He hummed against her and didn’t stop. Both of their movements were sloppy and seconds later she came with a loud moan of his name. He lapped up her juices as they spilled out of her and onto his face.

She pushed his face away once her climax had settled and she felt sensitive. He laughed and looked at her. Her chest was moving up and down fast and her eyes were closed. He stood up and she opened her eyes. She looked at him and was instantly wet again at the sight. His mouth and nose were covered in her slick. “You taste pretty good.” He chuckled. She let out a breathy laugh and sat up. She watched as he pulled down the bottom of his suit. His dick was huge and it made her shiver at bit just the thought of that inside of her. He chuckled at her reaction and pulled her closer to him. “I plan on making you cum 100 times tonight.” He growled as he entered her. She moaned out at the feeling and he groaned. She was squeezing him so hard. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He growled and started moving his hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head on his shoulder. His arms were already around her holding her as close as possible.

They were basically hugging as he fucked her hard. The table was making a weird noise but it could barely be heard over her loud moans and his groans. “I’ve dreamed about this moment.” He growled and she moaned in response. She never would have thought that this would be the best sex of her life but it was. His hips knocking into hers. His name was all she seemed to know. He was moaning too but to her that was the hottest thing she has ever heard. Her body was falling onto his as she was getting close to her orgasm. He felt her clenching around him making him whine her name. “I’m so close, baby.” He moaned out and she nodded and looked up at him.

She managed to lean up and kiss him with everything she had. He kissed her back and she whined into the kiss and he felt her cum all over him. That triggered his release and his hips lost their rhythm. They pulled away from the kiss to moan and to breathe. They were both panting at this point and Y/N collapsed on the table. He didn’t pull out of her and got hard again. She looked up at him and he smirked at her. “I told you I was making you cum 100 times tonight.” He smirked. Boy he wasn’t kidding.

#the boys #the boys imagine #the boys amazon #homelander #homelander x reader #homelander imagine #homelander smut #homelander x you #antony starr

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sapchat · 1 year

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We Are Not Our Fathers

Azriel x Reader

Summary: You get summoned to your mate and Cassian whilst they are on a mission, only to find out there was a surprise at the end of it.

Warnings: mentions of a fight, children, and an argument between two lovers.

Words: 5k

Part 1: You are here! Part 2

Fun fact: this is technically my third fanfic now, cuz I’ve got a part one for something else and I’m writing part two, I just got this idea yesterday while listening to this playlist and was like “I need angst, azriel, his mate and a child.”

Azriel and Cassian had been at one of the Illyrian camps investigating rumors of… something. You hadn’t been paying attention when your mate told you why, he’d been getting dressed while telling. So, you could see the distraction at the time. It had been at least two hours since your mate had left and you got summoned down the bond, and a shadow seemed to tug at your hand.

So, following the bond you appeared in a typical Illyrian Steppes living room, with Azriel at the top of the steps.

“Hey, we uh, need you up here. We thought we were done but Cass found someone.” Azriel said meeting me at the bottom of the steps and grabbing a hand, rubbing his fingers on my wrist. He picked the habit up a few years into our bond, he says it keeps him grounded, especially after or during missions like these. Nodding my head, I followed the narrow steps behind him to see Cassian standing in the doorway of one of the rooms, there was a smidge of blood on the side of a wall, so I wasn’t sure what I was going to walk in on.

A little winged child was not what I was expecting. Cassian looked at me sheepishly then nodded to the side so the three of us could talk.

“So, I’m going to assume we didn’t know there was a child here?” I asked leaning against the wall.

“From what we could tell there were no reports of a child when we first started getting reports of the retaliation happening. My shadows also didn’t pick up on a child when we got here, so either he was just hiding really well because of the guests in the house, or he snuck in.” Azriel responded.

“Any idea how much he heard? Or what does his parental situation look like?” I asked, I needed to know how bad this situation could be. Especially if this child doesn’t have a family because of its father’s or mother’s choices.

“For the most part, some of them went easy. Only three of ‘em put up any real fight, hence some of the blood there by your head,” Cassian started.

“Ew, thanks for telling me that one.” I’ll just shuffle to the side.

“As for a possible guardian, he hasn’t answered any questions. He did call me a bastard though, so I guess he has listened to something while around them.” Cassian finished. He seemed almost more stressed than I. I assume because he’s become quite partial to being babysitter for Nyx in the last few months for Feyre and Rhysand to be able to go out.

“What do you think, he’s probably what four, maybe five. You have more experience in working with kids, and with Madja, what do you think his outcome is with what he’s been dealt.” Azriel asked, dragging a scarred hand down his face.

“All children are different. One could experience something awful like the death of a parent and not remember anything about it. Others could never recover from it and grow up acting out the rest of their lives. It’s just a matter of how they get help. And knowing this camp, they probably won’t get much mental help at all. You two should know that” It’s not what they wanted to hear I imagine, but it was the truth. “So, what’s the plan? I assume if you have summoned me here you want me to go talk to him?”

“Yea actually, that’s exactly what so thanks for offering that so we don’t have to ask.” Cassian states rubbing the back of his head. Little shit.

Sighing, I turn my eyes to my mates, who just shrugged. I’ve been left here with the two most awkward people when it comes to random kids. Such a surprise came from the man-child Cassian himself. I roll my eyes, but send something to calm down the bond, and turn to go into the room.

The child is on the smaller side, evidence of the winter that’s still in the mountains so it’s evident his family doesn’t have much money for food. He’s got some dirt on his clothes so he’s either been out playing today or he just doesn’t have many clothing options. His wings were on the smaller side for what we assume his age group is, so he either is just going to have slightly smaller wings, or he’s developmentally delayed for his possible age. Probably due to the lack of food and hygiene.

I step slowly into the room, trying to make my slightly tall frame smaller. “Hi there. What’s your name?”

The little boy looked at me with wide hazel eyes, a twinkle in it that I couldn’t tell meant he was scared or intrigued by my presence. “Hawthorne.”

“Hawthorne huh?” You ask, then tell him your name, “Are you okay Hawthorne?” I ask him, he sits up just a little taller, a twitch in his bat-like wing following after.

He nodded his head in response, and I nodded back in understanding. “I was wondering who you were here with buddy? It’s okay if I call you buddy, right?”

“I was with my daddy. and I don’t know if you can call me buddy. Daddy’s usually the only one that does. Daddy said it’s cause we’re friends, but I don’t know you.” He answers sheepishly looking around my body towards the end, telling me I have a shadow, likely two of them.

“Well, if I tell you something about me, and then you tell me something, then we would be friends, wouldn’t we?” He hesitates, thinking about the question then nods his head quickly.

“Okay, well you know my name already,” I say then move to sit on the corner of the bed and make it seem like I’m thinking about my fact, “One of my favorite things ever, is getting to go and watch the sunrise or sunset as it comes up or down, and it shine on the soft snow. It’s really pretty.” I say, his head perks up a little at what I tell him.

“I like that too! I also like it when it storms, 'cause that means I don’t have to go out and I get to stay inside with my daddy.” He says. I smile at his enthusiasm of getting to share something we both like.

“I’ll tell you another secret then.” His eyes get really wide, and I feel a questioning brush through the bond. “I also like it when it storms. Because that means I get to stay inside with my friends.”

“Are they your friends?” Hawthorne asks looking at Cassian and Azriel behind me.

“Yeah, those are my really good friends, Cassian and Azriel. They… came to talk to the people that were downstairs. Did you know them?” I ask, glancing at the two males behind me, who are trying to seem small, but with the size of Cassian and Azriel’s wings. They’re failing.

“It was my daddy and their friends. I heard lots of yelling. And that they called your friends bastards. So, I did when they came up here. Where is my daddy?” I looked at Azriel for an answer, he looked down and then at Hawthorne.

“We took your father somewhere so we could talk with them. Do you have a mother we could take you to? Or anyone else.” Azriel answered the child.

Hawthorne shook his head no, “Daddy says mommy died when I was little, even smaller than now. And daddy says I’m the only thing he has left. But I think that’s silly 'cause we have neighbors!”

I sigh and look at my mate and Cassian, I then look back to the hallway and back to the child, “Hawthorn I’m going to go talk with my friends really quick, are you okay here?” The boy nods his head and watches as the three of us leave the room.

It’s now my turn to rub my hands down my face. “What do we do with him? I assume mom either died in childbirth or from sickness. And now we’ve got dad where he’s going to probably be punished for what they’ve been planning.”

Cassian almost winces at the last part, “His father was one of the people to put up a fight. We’ve got him in Hewn City right now, one of the others said he’s the ring leader for wanting to try and get rid of Rhys, and ‘go back to the old ways.’”

“Gotta love males and their ever-needing reason to be on top,” Azriel said laying back against the wall across from me, one of his feet resting between my ankles.

“We asked Rhys what he thought. He thinks it should be up to you.” Cassian said.

I processed the question for a second. Thinking about the options that are available. If Hawthorne stays, he’ll be homeless, wandering the streets like Cassian did; and based on how he looks already, he probably wouldn’t last long. Or taking him with us. To Velaris and trying to find him a place there. He could stay in the House of Wind until we find somewhere or someone.

I look at Azriel and he nods, knowing what I’m going to decide. If I had it my way, there would be no children wandering the roads here in the camps. But the orphanage idea has been slow, Devlon the only one wanting to even entertain the idea.

“Take him with us. He’ll be better off in Velaris, and until we can find somewhere permanent, he can stay in the House with us all.” I say, Cassian nods knowing I’m making the decision based on what he’s told me of his past before Rhys and his mother.

“Looks like you’ll get a friend Cassian, I’ll be sure to set up playdates.” Azriel says pushing off the way and patting his brother on the back.

Cassian had a shocked look on his face, eyes following Azriel as he followed me back into the room Hawthorne was patiently waiting in.

“Hey, Hawthorne? How about you come with me and my friends for a little bit, until we can see if your father gets into trouble, okay?” I asked going in and sitting on his bed, angling my body to be eye level with the winged boy. He seemed to sit and think about it for a second, then spared Azriel a questioning look before looking back at me.

“Will I still get to do my training?”

My eyes widen just a tad. Training at five? I look over my shoulder to Cassian and Azriel in question.

“Yeah me, and Cassian can help with that. We’re both really going at flying so we can help you learn some.” Azriel told the child, putting a lot of emphasis on them being so good at flying. This seemed to make the boy happy.

“Okay then. I guess I’ll come with you. But I get to bring my toys!”

“We wouldn’t expect you to leave them behind buddy. Now where are your clothes?” I said standing from the bed and ruffling my fingers through his dark brown almost black hair.

Hawthorne jumped from the bed, his little wings flapping as he did, and ran to the dresser in the corner of the room. He pulled open a drawer almost at eye level and grabbed what little clothes sat in there. “Here they are!” He ran back over and handed them to me. He only had two shirts and another pair of pants, plus only a few pairs of undergarments.

I looked in the direction of my mate and he nodded at what I was thinking. We’ll have to get him some more clothes. I held my hand out and Azriel summoned a bag from the shadows and handed it to me. I usually use it for the farmers market, but I’ll just get a new one.

“Okay, bubs, come here and I’ll hold you while Azriel takes us back to the house.” The boy hopped over with a questioning look on his face.

“He’s going to fly both of us to your house?”

“Nope! He’s going to do something called winnow, which means,” I sat for a second thinking how to explain this to a child, “he’ll grab my and Cassian's hand, and then we’ll disappear and then reappear in the house!” Yeah, that was a great explanation.

Hawthorne seemed to question it for a second, then came over and all but crawled up into my arms. I moved the bag to my shoulder and then joined Azriel and Cassian. The three of us all looked at each other as if questioning what I’d decided.

And into the shadows we went, only for Azriel to then grab onto me tighter to glide us down to the balcony of the House of Wind. Hawthorne gripped my neck tighter looking around at all he could see of Velaris. And I knew I had made a good decision for the boy.

Feet touching the ground Hawthorne all but leaped from my arms to run and look over the balcony, pulling himself up by using his feet on the spindles to gain leverage to look out. Mouth opening by the second, I leaned back against Az watching the boy. He’s never seen so many people at once living in such a beautiful place.

“Hawthorne, wanna go get a quick snack before we get you cleaned up in a tub?” I asked leaving my mates front to join the boy at the railing. He looked up at me with wide eyes before looking back out towards the Sidra. “It’ll all still be here when we’re done. And if you’re not tired then you can even see it once the sun goes down. It looks even better.” He turned back with a slightly toothless grin and nodded enthusiastically, jumping from the side, and gripping my hand swinging from it.

Walking into the sitting room I walked the boy towards the kitchen. Already sitting on the counter was a little dinner for the boy, the House instantly knowing what was needed of it. I helped him up onto a stool he quickly dug into his dinner.

“Easy now, don’t want to eat too fast and make yourself sick,” I advised brushing a finger across his back. I walked around the counter and grabbed a small cup and filled it with water so he could drink as well.

Once he was done eating, he quickly gulped down the water and brushed his mouth on his hand, then proceeded to wipe the hand on his shirt. Boys. I grabbed him before he had a chance to run off and walked him up to mine and Azriel’s bathing room where Az sat pouring a few drops of bubbles into the bath.

I set Hawthorne down on the ground and allowed him to undress so he could climb in the bath and gave my mate a quick peck on the cheek in thanks. Admiration flowed down his side of the bond as I leaned over and started wetting Hawthorne’s hair. He splashed around a little playing with the bubbles as I washed the grime off of him.

Once I was done, I grinned and grabbed a handful of bubbles and placed them on his head. The little Illyrian quickly looked up at me and proceeded to grin. And without a moment's notice he flapped his wings in the water spraying water all over me.

We both sat in silence for a little bit, me in shock and him with a look that said, ‘Uh oh’. Then I started laughing, and Hawthorne quickly realized he wasn’t in trouble for getting water over me.

After his bath, and the fight of drying him off, and the battle of getting him dressed. I did as I had promised and walked him back to one of the balconies so he could watch the ending of the sunset and all the lights of Velaris come on. We sat quickly, him in amazement, me writing down some reports to send to Rhys in the morning.

It was in the middle of the night I was awoken to one of Azriels shadows, Azriel rousing from sleep himself and moving a wing off of me to see what was happening. Then I heard soft padding down the hall, and a shuffling of wings. I then heard the door move a bit as someone jumped and grabbed the doorknob, and the door quietly moved open.

Raising our heads, we were greeted with Hawthorne sniffling as he waddled into the room. He looked up at the two of us from the foot of the bed, glancing back and forth. I glanced at Azriel and silently asked if he’d allow the boy in the bed with us.

Azriel looked at me, then flopped back on his stomach and grumbled “Once you feed them and let them sleep in the bed, they end up staying. Look at Cass.”

I lightly slapped his arm and raised up more and nodded to my side of the bed. Hawthorne quickly shuffled over and climbed his way into the bed and my arms. “Wanna talk about it?” I quietly asked.

He shook his head and placed his wet face into my neck. I hummed an okay and moved the blankets back over us and went back to sleep, Azriel’s wing shifting back over as he moved around.

In the morning I awoke to an empty bed, not unusual with Az doing morning training, but I distinctly remember a little boy crawling into the bed in the night as well.

Climbing out of bed, a shadow greeted me happily and started leading me in the direction of the living room; and was greeted by Cassian holding the boy in the air telling him to get ready, and Azriel sat in a chair drinking tea.

“If he breaks something Cassian, you get to tell Rhys.” I said, walking further into the room and joining Azriel on the armrest, his hand wrapping around my hip and patting it. Azriel tilted his head in a way saying, ‘That’ll be fun’ and went back to his morning readings.

“Hey, we learn to fly by being dropped from different heights, I figured you prefer it in the living room, where he could land on the couch.” The general replied, letting go of the boy and allowing him to flap-glide his way to the couch in question.

I let the two continue and looked down to my mate, “Wanna join me in the kitchen, so we could talk about H-A-W-T-H-O-R-N-E’s F-A-T-H-E-R?” He nodded his head and took my hand to lead me in the direction of said room. Already on the counter was my breakfast, courtesy of the house which I thanked, and a steaming glass of coffee.

“I went earlier this morning. He’s not wanting to give us anything. Rhys wants to make an example of them.” Azriel said going straight to the point. I looked up from putting jam on my toast, my eyes trailing to the sounds of the child’s laughter and Cassians' praise.

“What about Hawthorne?”

Azriel sighed, already knowing I wasn’t going to let this go without a fight. Either with him or our High Lord. “Rhys is going to leave that up to you. His recommendation thought was to find someplace around Velaris so he wouldn’t be in a camp where issues may arise in the future. When he’s older.”

I looked sharply up at what he said. “What is that supposed to mean?” I made sure to keep my voice somewhat low so as to not raise attention to us.

“We both know what he means. He’s just trying to cover future bases because he has Nyx now.” Azriel tried to calm down, resting a hand on top of mine. I pulled it back from him immediately.

“No Azriel I don’t know what you mean. He’s a child what are you two trying to say?” I was angry. He’s five, if that. What was there to possibly worry about to ‘keep an eye on him in the future.’

Azriel said your name then continued, “His father was plotting to get a group of people to kill Rhys. Maybe worse.” Azriel almost seemed angry at the position I had taken, in defending this threat against his High Lord. But the threat was a child.

I glared at Azriel and all but snarled when I said, “Sons are NOT their fathers Azriel. You of all people should know that.” I even pointed in his direction for emphasis on my statement, his hazel eyes going wide in surprise at it. Shock and hurt flowed down the bond, and I pushed my feelings of anger towards him.

Turning I leave my breakfast to go join Cassian and the deemed threat in the other room to watch him stretch his wings.

It was later in the evening, after playing with the child and having Cassian take us down to the shopping district so he could have more clothes that I had finally let myself think about the argument from earlier in the day. I had already put Hawthorne to bed almost two hours ago and was down in the kitchen sipping wine. Setting the glass down on the counter I ran my hands down my face in frustration, and then came some shuffling.

Turning my head, I expected Azriel but found Hawthorne. Bleary-eyed from what little sleep he got. “Hey, what are you doing back up, it’s late.”

The little dark-haired child rubbed his eyes, his other hand gripping a little black cat stuffed animal he begged to have. “I have trouble sleeping in the bed. It’s super soft.” His eyebrows furrowed together and then he said, “The shadows also keep me awake by playing with my hair.”

A few of Azriel’s shadows had taken a little liking to the boy, much unlike their master, it seemed. “Well. Since you’re awake, want some hot chocolate?” I asked, the boy seemed confused at my words and asked what hot chocolate was. “Hot cocoa?” He shook his head in confusion again.

“Come on, I’ll make us some cups and you can try it,” I said lifting him up to sit on the counter and wiped my finger at some of the dried drool on his cheek.

Turning to a cabinet, I grabbed two mugs to set beside him and continued to pull supplies out to make the cocoa. Hawthorne watched every move I made, measuring out the ingredients, putting them into a pot to warm up, and even helping stir every now and then. Once it was done, I moved it over to the side to allow it to cool a bit more before putting the drink into the mugs.

“Now here’s the fun part. I like to add some extra things to mine.”

Hawthorne seemed interested in whatever it was I was going to add.

“I like to take this white stuff, called whipped cream, and put it on top, then add this stuff here called cinnamon. Do you wanna try mine and see if you like it for yours?” I asked, Hawthorne seemed to think deeply about it, furrowed eyebrows, and all then eagerly nodded his head. I carefully handed him my cup and he took a little sip, whip cream getting on his upper lip and nose, then made a loud ‘ahh’ sound after gulping it down.

“I’d like some please!” The boy eagerly handed my mug back and watched me add it to his smaller mug.

We sat side by side sipping at our drinks, Hawthorne’s eyes drooping more and more as he drank before he set his almost empty mug on the counter and yawned.

“Ready to go back to bed?” He seemed a little hesitant and then said something that broke my heart.

“I don’t wanna sleep by myself, I’m scared someone’s going to come and get me.” He didn’t want to make eye contact.

I looked at him a little inquisitively, “Why do you think someone’s coming to get you?”

“Well, I really liked being with Daddy, even if I didn’t get much food. And then you guys came and took my daddy and me, because daddy was being bad. But you have been really nice, and Cassin has been helping me fly, and even though Azzie don’t like me he still lets me play with his shadows, and you guys have food and it’s warm-“ I stopped him before he could continue working himself up.

“Hawthorne, you don’t have to go back to the camp if you don’t want to. You know that right?” I said rubbing his hand in a comforting way.

He seemed sheepish as he nodded then asked, “I would get to stay here with you? And Cassin and Azzie?”

I sighed trying to think of an answer, “I don’t know if you’d get to stay with us. You could go to another place that would love you very much.”

Hawthorne didn’t like that answer. Tears forming in his little hazel eyes, lips wobbling, and I knew I needed to backtrack.

“Hey, how about this buddy?” He sniffed and ran a hand over his eye, “How about we pause this conversation, and me and you go sleep? Then we can talk when I get some answers.” Answers only the Inner Circle could answer.

It took Hawthorne only 20 minutes to fall back to sleep in his room and me another hour lying beside Azriel. It was early morning when I awoke to Azriel getting up himself.

“Think you could call a meeting about little bits?” I asked rubbing my hands down my face.

Azriel sighed and sat back in the bed beside me. “You shouldn’t get attached to him; you know that. And it’s not that I think that he’s going to become his father or that I hate him. I heard you guys’ last night, and what you both talked about.” He sat there for a second licking his lips as I cringed knowing he heard us, “I do like him. He’s a sweet kid, and I’m glad he’s had a better life than most Illyrians-”

I stopped him, “I didn’t mean what I said yesterday. I know you’re not your father and I should’ve never. Ever. Compared you to him.”

“I know. You were angry and believed you had to defend him. I’m proud of you for that. But if you really want to discuss what happens with him, then I think we should talk.” Azriel said, grabbing my hand and holding it as he laid back across my stomach.

I nodded, and we started talking. About all outcomes for Hawthorne. What would happen to him, how he’d be raised, all of it. Then we went to the River House. And I joined the Inner Circle as we talked about him. Rhysand’s concerns, Amren’s and Mor’s surprise, Feyre’s support in what would happen, and how it would all be dealt with.

At the end we had an answer.

It was later in the day that I asked Hawthorne if he wanted to go walk around town with Azriel. I was slowly walking behind as Azriel walked somewhat awkwardly with the boy, talking with him as Hawthorne was eagerly pointing around at different shops.

Hawthorne’s eyes widened and grabbed Azriels’ hand, the older Illyrian tensing up at the innocent little child grabbing his scarred hands and dragged him over to a bakery to press his face into the window and stare at the sweets.

“Can we go in there?” Hawthorne asked eagerly looking between Azriel and me. Azriel looked to me for some guidance, letting me control the situation. Nodding my head, Azriel led the three of us into the bakery and let the boy pick what he wanted and got me my favorite treat too.

I led Hawthorne back outside so we could eat, take in the sights, and talk to Hawthorne like we needed to.

“Hey Hawthrone, remember the conversation from last night? Can me and Azriel talk to you about it?” Hawthrone seemed more downtrodden at the reminder of last night but nodded his head.

“Hawthorne, I got to visit your dad before we left, and I just wanted you to know that he isn’t going to be able to come home. And because of that, we need to find you a good home.” Azriel started out, not telling the boy his father wasn’t going to come home. Rhys did have to make an example and couldn’t just pardon him because he had a son.

“Azriel and I have been talking with some people, and we’re wondering what you want to do,” I said, handing the boy a napkin to clean his face as he ate. He glanced between Azriel and me, then down at the table.

“Where would I go if Daddy can’t take me?” he asked shyly.

“Well, we could find you a loving home here, in the city. Where you would be cared for and get to learn all kinds of things with kids your age and everything. Another choice is we find you a home back at your camp, somewhere that’d be able to care for you, and you’d get to be with other Illyrians your age.” Hawthorne seemed to think the two options over. Then Azriel looked at me and I nodded.

“Or” Azriel started, “You could stay with us, and we could raise you. Then you’d stay with Cassian and us, get to meet the High Lord and Lady, and all our friends, while going to school here in Velaris. And in a few years, we’d take you to a camp called Windhaven and you’d train to be a warrior.” Hawthorne’s eyes got wider and wider as Azriel continued, looking back and forth between us two, his grin starting to match mine.

“So. Which would yo-“ Azriel didn’t finish as the tiny Illyrian lunged over the table into both of us.

“YOU I WANNA STAY WITH YOU!” Hawthorne yelled excitedly, gripping the both of us as I laughed.

Azriel looked at me, love flowing down the bond and him receiving the same back from me at the new addition to the family.

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cfyslvr · 3 months

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Celebrating your birthday with him

╰┈➤ author's note: (y'all look at this silly little man 🤲🏻) since today is my birthday, I've decided to try and write some birthday headcanons with our lovely boy Mikey! also I've seen a few requests and I just wanna let you know that I'll get to them as soon as possible, thank you!

╰┈➤ warnings: nothing, pure fluff :)

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- your boyfriend has been planning on how to celebrate your birthday literally months before the actual date

- but when your birthday finally came around, he somehow forgot 💀

- emma reminded him during breakfast

- when he finished eating he IMMEDIATELY ran out to buy a gift for you

- would 100% ask draken to go with him + would drag emma with him cuz he isn't sure what to get

- would spend AGES looking for the perfect gift, since none of them seemed special enough for you

- once he finally picked out a gift for you, he instantly drove to your house

- the second you opened the door for him, he scooped you up into his arms and began spinning you around while wishing you a happy birthday

- once he placed you back down onto the ground, he gave you a long birthday kiss and asked you to spend your birthday with him

- his eyes lit up when you said yes, he grabbed your hand and took you to his motorcycle

- he drove you around and took you wherever you wanted before stopping at a small pastry shop where he insisted on buying whatever you wanted

- he even shared the dorayaki he bought for himself (it's a rare occasion even with you) 🥹

- you two would spend the entire day together and when night fell, he took you to a more reserved area with less people around

- the two of you went up a little hill with a small bench at the top of it

- you sat down onto it and he gave you your present

- poor baby couldn't contain his smile as he watched you opening it

- your eyes widened when you opened the box and saw an adorable kuromi plushy in it, surrounded by some of your favorite sweets

- you were so happy and took the plushy into your hands, but were even more surprised when you saw a picture frame hidden under it

- you took the frame out and your eyes almost welled up with tears when you saw the picture in it

- the picture was one with you and mikey when you were kids, you were holding his hand while smiling at the camera while mikey had chocolate smeared all over his face and was looking at you with sparkly eyes 😭🤏🏻

- you remembered mikey saying how much he hates that photograph because of how stupid he looks

- yet he still printed it out to gift it to you because he knew how much you loved it 😭

- when he saw that you weren't saying anything and was just staring at the gift, he couldn't help but ask "..do you like it?" in a slightly shy tone

- once you heard his words, you immediately jumped into his arms, which caught him off guard but he soon returned the hug without hesitation

- you kept repeating how much you love the gift and he responded with a soft "I'm glad.."

- after a few seconds of hugging, he suddenly pulled away, the excitement coming back to his face as he tells you that he has one more thing for you

- you look at him with a confused expression before he grabs your chin and turns your face to the side, where colorful fireworks meet your gaze

- yes he did beg draken and baji to stand under the hill and set up fireworks just for you 🫠

- the two of you watched the fireworks together in silence, your hands intertwined and your head on his shoulder while his rested on top of yours

- once the fireworks ended, he grabbed your chin once again and pulled you into another long kiss before pulling away and smiling at you

"happy birthday, y/n, thank you for coming into my life. meeting you was one of the best things that ever happened to me, I don't even want to imagine a life without you. thank you for putting up with me all this time and for being by my side whenever I needed you. I love you."

- that did it for you.

- you started bawling your eyes out as he hugged you tightly, bringing your head into his chest

- he couldn't help but giggle proudly when he managed to make you cry happy tears, he swore on his life that he would only make happy tears fall from those beautiful eyes of yours

- he took you home and insisted on staying at your place tonight

- you two ended up falling asleep in each other's arms, but not before you thanked him for making this birthday your best birthday so far :)

- bonus: although he always claimed that he hated that picture of the two of you, the next time you came over to his house, you noticed the exact picture framed and sitting on the nightstand next to his bed, making him realize that he, infact, didn't hate it as much as he thought he did

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rhys-writes-some-shit · 7 months

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Could I please request Alastor seeing his QP partner attacking/distracting Adam during the finale so that he could get away, and maybe some angst of Alastor knowing he can't go and help them in his near death condition, and not knowing if they're dead or alive. Spoiler they're fine you don't become close with the Radio Demon without being some sort of badass.

Sorry if this is too specific, I hope you're having a good day.

I sort of combined this one with @meefy's request (this one). It doesn't totally match the asks, so I apologize. I threw this together between classes a bit hastily, so sorry if the pacing or writing seems off.

Yeah, Reader is a little OP. Oh well.

May or may not write a continuation where Al takes care of Reader's injuries...

TW: Canon-typical violence

Let Me Help You

Alastor x Reader (QP)

There were suddenly angels fucking everywhere. Gold ichor mixed with deep red in pools on the ground. Alastor’s shield had shattered. It hadn’t even been ten minutes, and the shield was gone.

You tried to look for Alastor on the roof, anything to show he was alright. A flash of green followed by the distinct sight of Alastor’s tentacles helped soothe your worrying, turning back to the fight at hand. He’d be okay. He was one of the most powerful demons in Hell, he had to be okay.

Regardless, you started to fight your way to the roof, cutting angels down left and right. Your prowess in battle had started to show through, dodging expertly before retaliating effortlessly. But there were so many of them.

The numbers became overwhelming. Angel after angel started flanking you at every angle. You were trying to keep your eye on Alastor, but you kept nearly tripping over corpses instead. An angelic spear grazed your cheek, causing you to lash out, knocking back the growing crowd before tearing them apart one by one.

A terrible sinking feeling developed in your stomach, causing your focus to go straight up. With a flash, you teleported yourself to the roof. Alastor was half-transformed, a sinister grin filling his face while his signature tentacles framed his figure.

Adam, the first man himself, was in the air, brandishing a weapon resembling a guitar.

“--Cuz radio is fucking dead!” Adam shouted, as a bright flash of light caused you to shield your eyes.

The moment the light subsided, your eyes widened in shock.

“What just happened?” Alastor looked around frantically, locking eyes with you before seeing his cane in his hands, snapped in half. “Fuck.”

Neither of you saw Adam fly back down, swinging his weapon down. Alastor fell back into the ground, blood dripping from a huge gaping wound in his chest.

“Alastor!” You cried, running over to stand in front of him. Staring Adam down, your face pulled into a snarl. “You motherfucker!” Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you lunged at the angel.

Using your lightning-fast reflexes to your advantage, you managed to dodge any attack Adam sent your way. You narrowly missed getting obliterated multiple times, but what matters is that Adam’s focus is on you. Stealing a quick glance back at where Alastor was leaning against the wall, the huge gash in his chest slowly soaking his shirt with blood, you saw him melt into the shadows while glaring heavily at Adam with his ever-present smile.

“Oh no,” Adam mocked. “Did I just kill your boyfriend?”

“Fuck you.” You focused all your anger, all your worry, into misdirecting Adam. At this point, you were just trying to keep him busy. Luckily, you’d learned some things during your time in Hell, thanks to Alastor. Keeping Adam running back and forth wasn’t that difficult, or at least you tried to keep telling yourself that. Maybe if you tired him out, or let the others focus on the horde of angels, it would help?

Where did Alastor even go? How were you supposed to find him when he just disappeared in thin air? Was he going to be okay? What would happen if he died? Would you do if he died?

Somehow, even though you were distracted, you kept dodging Adam’s attacks. The fatigue was growing on you, though. Adam was definitely not like the other angels. Any time you tried to attack him, he dodged or countered before you could react properly. His attacks were too strong for you to take head-on, which was why you were stuck dodging everything.

“Now this is just fucking boring,” Adam groaned. With a movement of his fingers, you found yourself on the ground with a flash of light. A burning sensation ripped a pained cry from your chest as you doubled over, coughing up blood.

Adam kicked your side for good measure, sending you careening off the building. “Fucking pussy.”

You mustered a portal before you hit the ground, softening your fall as you rolled into your bedroom. It still hurt, pain causing your body to spasm. Dangerous-looking burns decorated the skin on the upper half of your body. While your vision faded in and out of focus, you tried to use some of your power to heal yourself as best you could.

The pain eased just enough that you could focus on the matter at hand: finding Alastor. At this point, you couldn’t give a shit whether angels killed everyone in Hell or not. You needed to find your partner. You needed to find Alastor.

Hands shaking, you mentally went through a checklist of every place in Hell you’d ever been to, trying to determine where he’d have gone.

Almost like mockery, the old radio that sat on your desk crackled faintly. Of course! Where else would Alastor be but the one place he feels most in control.

Rather than trying to make another portal, you picked yourself up off the floor and started walking. The hotel itself was abandoned, making it easy for you to traverse the halls without interruption. Your body ached as adrenaline started to wear off, but at least you could function. Who’s to say what Alastor was capable of.

You cringed at the memory of his wound. Not only was it long, but it looked deep, with blood steadily leaking out. Alastor’s signature red outfit and his blood was not a good combo, you decided. Yes, it might match, but it was not right.

It didn’t take long for you to get to the recording booth near the top of the hotel, carefully making sure you stayed out of sight. Your wounds healed little by little as you walked, your natural healing factor kicking in. A few well-placed deals, and your healing was nearly ten times as fast as a regular Sinner’s.

There was no need to knock, the door hanging from its hinges. The recording booth was in massive disarray. And in the center, leaning weakly in his chair, sat the man you were looking for.

“Alastor.” You breathed a sigh of relief at seeing him still alive, but further inspection didn’t do much to help your nerves. His breathing was shallow, expression pained but somehow still holding a strained grin.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was sharp.

“Helping you, obviously,” you snapped in reply. There was no first aid kit nearby, so you just ripped sections of your jacket off, forcefully shoving the scraps onto Alastor’s still-bleeding chest.

“I do not need your help,” he snarled back. Despite his words, he didn’t try to discard the fabric you were now pressing into his wound.

When Alastor finched, you hesitated. You didn’t want to cause him any more pain, be it physical or emotional, but you knew he’d insist on trying to deal with everything himself. You were a similar way, but he’d also do the exact same thing you were doing if the situation were reversed.

Gritting your teeth, you forcefully held the fabric to him as it slowly became blood soaked. “Summon a damn first aid kit.”

“I said–”

“I don’t fucking care.” You raised your head, meeting Alastor’s eyes so he knew you were serious. Was your voice shaking? Maybe. Were you scared? Most definitely. Was Alastor more important? Always. “Let me help you.”

Alastor visibly deflated, bringing a hand to his face. “Fine.” His voice was stiff, defiant. With a wave of his hand, a first aid kit appeared beside you.

You were silent as you worked, now with actual medical supplies at your disposal. Any training you’d had while you were alive all came back to you while you attempted not to make the injury any worse than it already was.

“I wasn’t sure if you were still alive,” Alastor admitted quietly after a few minutes. “Adam was much… more than I’d anticipated. I appreciate that you allowed me to retreat.”

Pausing, you looked Alastor up and down, possibly to see if he had a head injury as well. Never, in all your years, had Alastor ever said anything so kind to you.

“What else would I do?” You shrugged. “Leave you to die? In your dreams, maybe. We’ve been friends for so many years, I’ve lost count. So of course I helped you, you stubborn asshole. A psychopathic angel is nothing if it means helping you.”

Alastor was silent for a moment. “If Adam had killed you…” The room filled with static, Alastor’s true demon form coming out ever-so-slightly. “I was prepared to burn all of Heaven to the ground.”

“Thanks for the sentiment, Al.” Your expression softened, unable to deny the smile that grew on your face. “Now, sit up so I can secure this gauze.”

Hours later, after the hotel had been rebuilt and you were prepared to act like Soft Alastor had never happened, an arm looped in yours. Alastor stood beside you, smiling down like always.

“Come now, dearest. It’s time for supper!”

Something about Alastor was different now. His expression was altered. He’d seemed more defensive in the aftermath of the battle, however, he seemed to do the exact opposite around you.

It was subtle enough that only you (and maybe Rosie) would be able to tell. Luckily, for Alastor, you were perfectly content keeping your observations to yourself.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #rhys-writes #rhys-replies #alastor x reader queerplatonic #hazbin hotel alastor

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Not me deciding that I wanna figure out how does Macaques dojo work, cuz I couldnt seem to find any ideas of it on the internet lol

Okay so long long LONG rant:

Ik that in canon the whole place looks kinda-- moldy and shit and I get the lot of hc about how Macaque probably doesnt even live there since its in a very industrial outer neighborhood of Megaplois, and also it probably isnt really decorated or looks like someone is living in there at all, but I like to think that he has standards and they put like 272636373 nois cancelation seals on their bedroom so he can sleep camly when he actually can sleep (since in my hc Macaque suffers from insomnia (its a pretty common hc tho, but you get it)) and I think the outer circle of Megaplois is even tho industral and under constructuion on most parts, its probably more quiet than downtown

And I also like to imagine, Macaque even tho if not commited to a place will make it more homy. But looking at my reference pictures, in the dojo there were also a lot of posters and paintings (and in MKAGC Macaque did mention he might have a poster of wukong soooo~~)

For the layout I went after whatever felt right, since I had like 4 pictures to piece together a two-story house with a gallery(??) so its actually just me deciding what I want and where I wanna put it

(Here are the screenshots from lmk s1ep9 I used:)

Okay Okay if you couldnt tell, for some reason im really hyped about this stuff so im going to lead you trough my thougtprocess, when imagining this whole thing, in order from ground level to gallery

1. Ground level:

Ahh yes ground level: the problem child

(Im going to keep it somewhat brief here cuz I wrote a shit ton of explanations for it, but that somehow got deleted which I am super pissed about btw)

So I saw that a lot of hc with Macaques place are mostly that first floor is the dojo and the second floor is the living area, buuut~~ based on the screenshots of the series that doesnt make any sense. My reasoning? Simple really, its bc you can see the ceiling If you are standing in the dojo. This could lead to the conclusion that:

"Okay maybe then there is no second floor just a gallery in there somewhere and thats it".

Sure we can say that, but then you would ignore the fact that you cant see the front door of the building when Macaque slams Mk into a weaponstand.

"Okay then its on the other side of the room that we never got to see in the episode"

I mean maybe sure but to me from an animation point of view it just doesnt make sense, just why would they flipp the camera angle like that (I mean anyone can think whatever they want, everyones opinion is valid, its not like anyone would ever argue me on this one ((or read this whole brainrot trough in the first place lol)))

Haha anyways regardless of anything, let's go back to talking about the first floor, shall we?

Everything is pretty self explenatory: when you come in on the front door youll see a little shoe rack where you can but your shoes, and one stair to seperate the ante-room from the rest of the house

Then theres a long hall that leads to the enterence of the storageroom, the random room and the staircase that leads to the second floor

I couldnt decide on what to put in that big room-- I had no clue -- I was thinking maybe Macaque could let other people rent it for a few days of maybe theres a shop with an owner whos ranting the place from Macaque (I think thats an interasting concept, but I didnt explore any of them) oh well thats that tho

"""somewhat brief""""

Second floor:

This was probably the easiest, since 90% of it is the dojo

But before that when you walk up to the second floor you can see a big boubel door that opens to the dojo, and a normal door that opens to the bathroom, which is strategicly placed there by yours truely. There is big brain logic behind it,, it might be inconvinient for Macaque to walk down the stairs from his bedroom trough the dojo to the bathroom (but also he can just shadow portal there--), but when ocasionally he mentors Mk, he might have to go to the bathroom while hes at Macaques place and I dont think Macaque would apritiate someone stomping trough his personal area, and thats why the bathroom is conviniently placed next to the dojo and not that far from the bathroom I know im a genius (**read everything in the bathroom part with a lot of sarcasm**)

Anyways, we couldnt even see all four of the dojos walls so that was also a 'gamble', but I went with a simple bouble door that I mentioned before and two weapon stands (yes those are weapon stands) and other than that you can see the rest of the room on the screenshots, theres also the staircase and that has some closet underneath it, but thats about it

The gallery (my personal favorit):

Looking at my reference pictures i could see that the dojo took up a lot of space almost taking up the 1/2 of the building, which I think is reasonable and kinda cool, but that means small living area which I think is even cooler (I am a huge fan of small practical spaces, they feel so so cozy)

So Yeah the living space: mostly two rooms that I also illustrated on top of this post, (you probably saw it) with a balkony thingy before the enterence of the rooms, where you can look down and see the entirety of the dojo, good for observing.

When you go in the door (actually havent decided if I want to put a door there or curtains for style but meh who knows who cares), youll enter the small but spacious kitchen. I dont see the Six Eared Macaque as a homecook, more of a fake cooking guy (only making basic foods like eggs or toast, maybe ocasionally pancake), hints there is no built in stove or owen just a portable stove, a kettle and a toaster and a small fridge that has MKs drawing (that he drew for them at the end of season 3) magneted there :]

Other than that theres a sink and an old television, he got from the randomest place ever, maybe he fished it out of the trash idk, but he put it on top of the cabinets (rarely watches anything on it)

On the baseplan you can see that there was supposed to be a small table next to the sink with a chair, but it didn't make it to the final drawing cuz let's be honest: drawing interior in correct perspective without a reference picture is just not my strongest artskill I posess, so I got pissed and put a trashcan in there, Macaque can eat in his bed

Talking about bed, let's move on to the Six Eared Macaques room:

It is very small but pretty comfortable with a small bed but a shit ton of pillows for a good nights sleep, other than that there are a nightstand that has the Lantern on it (I know it sorta got lost/destroyed after defeating LBD but I wanted to put it there) and a drawer.

The nightstand probably doesnt have a lot innit, just some nick-nacks and tissues and maybe snacks, or a book or something, the drawer stores some of his clothes, but since I like to think that Macaque is a fashion icon that wont be able to fit most of their clothes, so maybe he stores them in a pocket dimension of shadows, and only has some esentials there when he needs to get ready quickly.

And we could talk about the posters plastered around the room, but most of them are kinda self-explanatory, but there are the poster of his shadowplaly of the hero and the warrior, some drawing, a "Hang in there babygirl!" Poster with a cat on it hanging in there, a poster of the monkey king (heh), phantom of the opera poster and a-- well--- that ones for my bestie hope she'll notice it, its a spies are forever poster (really fun musical a of spies, go watch it its on youtube), and a drawing he brought( maybe)

And thats about the bedroom

And we are still not done, how are we feeling about that?? Huh?? (You dont have to answert, this shit took me about 2 hours to write :] )

LAST PLACE: the corner of the windows opposit the kitchen and the bedroom. Its just a chill little place with pillows and blankets, where someone can bundle up and enjoy some tea or read a book or brood, whatever the monkey prefers. The special thing about it, is that you cant access the place without knowing how to levitate, fly, jump high, or use portals, not that much of a game changer since more than half of the lmk cast could get up there, but still a bit of a barrier in my opinion

AAAAAND~~~ thats it omg

Hi hello if you read this trough could you please comment or reblog with this: "🐵" cuz I wanna know about the brave soilders who went trough this immense amount of clownery,,, holly mother---

If you read this all 👏👏👏 you are amazing thank you for appreciating my work this much, have an amazing day or night ✨🪲

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alotofpockets · 1 year

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Not here | Leighton Murray

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Flores!Reader

Summary: What will happen when you overhear your girlfriend say a mean comment about the lower class, which includes you? [Full request]

Warnings: Slight angst, reader & Leighton are not out, and reader is Lila's cousin.

Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1.1K

On your way to the lunchroom you saw your girlfriend talking to a group of Kappa girls. Neither one of you were out of the closet, so you kept your relationship a secret, which is why you never sat together at lunch. You smiled to yourself when you saw her, you continued your way to the lunch room, Leighton’s group being along the way. When you got closer you overheard a part of their conversation, more specifically you heard Leighton say, “Yeah, I mean they can’t even afford to go here, so what are they doing here?” The comment shocked you, as you were here at Essex on a scholarship yourself. You turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

With a somber look on your face you head into Sips instead, not realizing that your cousin would be behind the counter. “Hey Cuz, what’s wrong?” You curse yourself for not remembering Lila’s schedule. “Not really in the mood to talk about it, can I just get a sandwich?” Lila knew you were always very private with your emotions so she knew not to push for more. “Here, it’s on the house.” You take the sandwich and thank her. To keep your mind of what you just heard you decided to pour yourself into your homework. Lila silently dropped off a muffin and a drink on your table before cleaning the surrounding tables.

The rest of the day you avoid Leighton and her texts. You had planned to hang out after both your classes ended but you were too hurt by her words to even send her a message to cancel, so your phone flooded with messages from Leighton, first she was asking where you were, then she started worrying about if you were okay but you turned off your phone so you didn’t see any of them.

You hid at Sips again, head into your school books for distraction, once more. You could feel Lila’s presence and rolled your eyes. “Will you stop lingering if I tell you?” Lila was sat across from you in seconds. “Yes, I promise.” You put down your book and looked up at her. “So, you know how I’ve been seeing someone?” Lila’s eyes lit up, “Are you finally going to tell me more about them?” You knew this was coming. Lila was an observant person, so she realized you were seeing someone months ago, she did however not know you were into girls, so her search for who it was never made any progress. “No, I will not. Just they said something that really upset me. So, now I am kind of avoiding them.”

Before Lila can answer, Leighton walks in. “There you are. You didn’t get my texts, so I thought something had happened.” She says as she walks up to your table. You see Lila’s eyes widen, she finally connected the dots on who your secret partner was. “I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll talk to you later, y/n.” She said against every fiber in her body that was telling her to ask hundreds of questions, she knew you were upset with the person you were seeing, so she needed to give you space.

“Something did happen.” You say as you start shoving your books into your bag. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about what happened?” Standing up from your chair, you swing your backpack over your shoulder, “Not here.” Is all you say and walk out of Sips, with Leighton right behind you. The girl had no clue what was going on, but by your body language, she knew something was wrong. You didn’t stop walking until you entered your bedroom, you placed your bag on the ground and closed the door behind Leighton. “What’s wrong, baby?” Leighton says moving closer to you to put her hand down on your shoulder. You shake her hand off and move to sit down on your bed. “Okay, let me rephrase that. What did I do wrong?”

“You think I shouldn’t be here?” Leighton frowns at your words, “I’m sorry but I don’t think I’m following.” You look up at your ceiling trying to hold in your tears, “I overheard your conversation at lunch, Leigh. Poor people don’t belong here, maybe you forgot that I fall under that category too, huh?” You start pacing the room out of frustration. Pushing your feelings down today wasn’t really helpful. “I am so sorry, y/n. That’s not what I believe at all.” - “Well you said it, why would you state that without meaning it?” Leighton sits down on the edge of your bed. “You’re right, I shouldn’t say things that I don’t actually believe or stand behind. I just blindly agreed with the Kappa girls in order to impress them and want me in Kappa next year. I know there is no excuse but I want to apologize again. I am sorry for saying that, I promise that I didn't mean it. I won’t ever say anything like it again. You belong here just as much as I do, if not more because you had to work your butt off to get a scholarship here.” The sincerity in her voice made you believe that she was telling the truth, so you sat down next to her on the bed. She gently takes your hands in her own. “I am really sorry, y/n. I think you are amazing, and money doesn’t matter.”

“Why would you want to join a sorority where you have to put up a front to fit in?” You ask your girlfriend softly. “I don’t know. I’ve been struggling with that for a few weeks now. I guess I am trying so hard to fit in to make my mom proud, follow in her footsteps you know. She has always wanted me to join the house she joined, I just don’t want to let her down.” You give her hand a soft squeeze letting her know that you hear what she is saying. “But what do you want?” After a deep sigh Leighton answers. “I want to be me. I don’t want to hide behind a front. I want to be able to be unapologetically myself.” She sighs again, “I guess I should talk to my mom, huh?” You nod, “She loves you, Leigh. I know she will be proud of you no matter what.”

Leighton turns to you and leans in for a hug. “Thank you. Are we okay?” While you wrap your arms around her you tell her, “We’re okay.” You hold each other for a long time, until your phone, which you turned back on on your way to your room, starts buzzing with incoming messages. You laugh, “I’m guessing that’s Lila. I think she kind of figured out that you are the person I am dating.” Leighton gives you a small smile, “First step to being unapologetically me is someone knowing about us, right?” You smile and peck her on the lips, “You’re right.” You check your messages to see if you’re right, the ten messages on your screen all coming from Lila confirmed your suspicions. You turn the sound of your phone off, leaving the messages unread to spend some more one on one time with Leighton.

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beiasluv · 2 years

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okay, funny idea but…

sully boys in the undergarments section w/ u

masterlist

enjoyy🤍

jake (2009)

kinda used to this, but actually not

would eye out the bras and underwear shockingly on the outside but inside he’s down bad like DOWN BAD

would follow you like a lost puppy but when he see something that catches his eyes, he’s gone.

“ooo, what’s this,” and then proceeded to walk away like AWAY.

probably have go on the announcement “jake sully, jake sully, please go to the information, thank you.”

he loves teasing you with those ‘extreme’ undergarments.

probably show you a red, laced, see-through bra and be like, “i think it’ll look good on you.”

sNATCHING that out of his hand IMMEDIATELY

if you tell me this man does not squish the bras, you are LY-ING

he loves squishing them and earning a weird look from an old lady (bless her soul 😭)

loves touching the mannequins’ butts and boobs. LIKE PLEASE- NO

cheeky asf but you love him. he will grin while looking over to you and mouthing, ‘you’re next.’

def give comments on each piece like “ooo, it’s giving disco, but you know i like them laces.” “don’t pick these, it scratches my skin, don’ like it.”

he be into them granny panties 😳 like the laces and stuff definitely turned him on- SIR- JAIL

erm…will borrow your bag to cover his boner😭💀

getting really comfortable, like TOO comfortable, and asking the employee for recommendations. feeling the textures and everything

BEGGING AND THROWING himself on the floor if he finds something super hot for you to try it. making faces like ‘WE NEED THIS’

if you come out of the fitting room, wearing the ones he picked for you, he will be like: “I’M COMING IN. I’M COMING IN!”

would compliment you as you try each outfit for him.

WILL SPOIL YOU AND PAY FOR EVERYTHING

“okay, honey, if you pick this piece, i’ll buy everything for you, JUST that this piece have to come home with us,” 😏

jake loves going to shopping underwear for life

in conclusion, jake spoil you, bbg

neteyam

awkward but teasing boiii

he’s very confident EVERYwhere else (in the bedroom 🤭) but as soon as he step in an undergarment shop, he’s flustered ASF

CAN NOT stop looking at them bras and underwear.

drooling over them, my ass

hold your hand and walking behind you are a must.

can not move his body like he usually can, would just stop functioning 💀 *neteyam.exe has stopped responding*

would whisper seductive and teasing comments to you. “these will look hot on you, but it’s better if they are on the ground.” PLEASE- SIR-

if you wanna go try them on, he’ll cry, for the love of his life, he CANNOT stay alone in the shop. “pleaseee, gorgeous, i wanna come too.”

WILL and definitely secretly look through the shelves for a piece for you 🥺

he knows that you can be sometimes picky with the designs and color, but he love you for that. it doesn’t bother him that you wanted to feel comfortable in something so uncomfortable for SUCH a long time.

imagine coming out of the fitting room like neteyam just standing there like: “i think you’ll like these”

AAAAA, sir, please, let me order one of you

AND LET ME TELL YOU they will fit perfectly and FEELS great (he really knows his job, guys- wait- how did he know your size- 😳)

anyways, will look after your things while you are changing

you are lying if you say he doesn’t try some bras on just to be funny for you. gurl, snatch them OFF cuz he’s getting a little too comfortable in them.

will 100% secretly squish bras. if you catch him doing that, he’ll just say like “it’s for testing how soft they are for you.”

maybe, don’t tell anyone this, but he loves to see the hooks of each bra. definitely doing something appropriate here, neteyam.

overall just love being there to support you and tease you, hehe

lo’ak

before the day you decided to go undergarments shopping, he had to prepare himself 😭

lo’ak will get so nervous about it and asking you do’s and don’t’s. like, sir, PLEASE CALM DOWM

walking in the store would count as his top 10 scariest moments in his life 💀

he’ll clutch on to your arm as if he will die, pressing his body against you and everything

will be so uncomfortable walking around the store 😭 hands clammed up together in front and everything. slow pacing around the store like a grandpa.

WILL not touch everything and only pointing at the ones he thinks will look super HAWT on you

once he calmed down, put your seatbelts on, the show’s about to begin.

WILL 100% get excited by different stuffs. touching everything like

“wtf, these are soft asf!” “ooo, these are scratchy” “they are sparkly!” (yes, but, sir, the sparkles in your eyes are falling out)

getting comfortable, going on an adventure mode, and opening drawers to be surprised by super seggsys stuffs

being a supportive boyfriend and picking things for you

“white or black?”

“white, white all the way.”

“but they are see through”

“exactly.”

would ask question about EVERYTHING and his face will turn red 😭 once he realized how extreme some bras could get, he is red like a tomatooo

WILL ask you to try on some HAWT stuff for him, but will cry if you leave him alone outside

def picking cute sets for you and waiting outside the fitting room, holding your stuffs

if you come out to show in your outfit, his jaw is DROPPED, SMASHED, AND CRUMBLED ON THE GROUND.

“darlinggg, you- I am lost for words- I’M COMING IN.”

in conclusion, a boy holding on to his dear life and fighting demons in the undergarment store.

today’s a great day to eat and take a break! 🤍 take care

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#fanfiction #avatar imagine #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #imagines #neteyam imagine #neteyam x reader #jake sully imagine #jake sully x reader #lo’ak imagine #lo’ak x reader

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captainmalewriter · 1 year

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Founding Frat Father

"Whewww FUCK yeah bro! Feels good to be a part of Alpha Alpha Beta! I gotta go recruit some more brothers, then we can party all night at the house!!"

"Cody" hyped himself up in the mirror. He looked, sounded, and acted just like a typical American frat bro. It'd be hard to believe only an hour or two ago, Cody was actually a computer science nerd who absolutely hated fraternities...

***

Earlier that same day...

Cody couldn't help but pat himself on the back as he watched the last moving truck drive away from the frat house. He had been hard at work for the past year and a half getting rid of all the fraternities at his college. Some were easy to get rid of, others required Cody to join and dismantle the organization from the inside out. It took him a lot of time and energy, but now that the only remaining members of Alpha Alpha Beta had moved out, the last frat standing had no choice but to disband.

"Ha! Checkmate, losers, and don't let the door hit you on the way out!"

Cody walked around the now empty frat house with a newfound confidence in his step. As he looked around the barren walls and empty rooms, it hit him just how much he accomplished within the last year. He couldn't stand the frats. In his mind, all frat bros did was party, drink, work out, and fuck. Cody made it his mission to get rid of the frats. He had a goal, and he accomplished it.

As Cody picked up his suitcase, he felt that he could breathe a lot easier now that the all the frats were gone. No need to worry about some jock bullying the little nerds like him anymore. Life was looking up for him! Cody then began walking towards the front door, but as he approached the exit, the doors suddenly slammed shut in front of him.

Where the fuck do you think you're going?

Cody heard a deep voice and quickly stepped back. His eyes darted around the room but saw no one.

"Who are you? Show yourself!" Cody called out. He was met with an arrogant, hearty laugh.

I thought you were supposed to be some know-it-all genius! All that studying didn't mean shit in the end, huh? Why, you're only as smart as the rest of us!

Cody kept scanning the room while the voice belittled him. His eyes then landed on the center of the main living room, where the former Alpha Alpha Beta's insignia was still painted on the ground. The insignia was the fraternity's code of arms, and it had all the names of the founding fathers written on it like scripture. Cody was standing directly on it, and that was where he heard the voice the strongest.

"Oh, don't tell me. You're some fraternity bro spirit that's here to haunt me after what I did. Ooooo I'm soooo scared!!" Cody mocked the voice back. The voice went silent while Cody laughed. Only after he stopped did it resume.

The founding fathers had a vision of genuine, hardworking men that were bound by brotherhood. All you see is the fun stuff and you knock us down because of that. Sure, some brothers may go a little overboard, but we also install the values of philanthropy in these young men-

"Is this gonna keep going for a while?" Cody feigned a yawn. "I've got a bus to catch, so I can't stay for much longer."

You listen here, boy! Over my dead body are you just gonna leave after destroying what we've built up! You destroyed it, now you're gonna help us rebuild it!

"Ha! Yeah, totally, and who exactly are you supposed to be? Cuz I ain't helping you do shit!"

I am one of the original founding fathers Andrew D. Matthews, and you're about to be our new founding father!!

A man's head popped out of the ground. The sight of it made Cody scream in terror. The spirit then rose from the ground and made a beeline for Cody's gaping mouth. Cody fell to the floor as Andrew began forcing its way inside of him. He gagged as he felt his mouth and throat getting filled to the brim with the spirit. Andrew slithered its way down Cody, taking control of every cell in his body as it passed them by. Then with one final shlurp, Cody inhaled the tail of the spirit against his will. He kneeled over unconscious onto the ground.

Cody's scrawny body began to inflate now that it was taken over by the spirit. The liquidy spirit filled him up like water. Once Andrew got settled into its vessel, he began transforming the body. Suddenly, Cody's body began taking on muscle mass all over. He was once thin and frail, but now he was toned all over. His baby face disappeared as a thick black beard began growing in. Within minutes, Cody had become an exact replica of the spirit who possessed him.

"Fuck yeah! Feels so good to have real flesh again!!" Andrew said with his new host body. He had successfully possessed and transformed Cody to look like his old body back when he was alive. He rubbed his pecs and gave his growing cock a tug through his shorts. He ran his hand through his beard, and felt right at home as he felt his fingers getting caught in black curls.

Andrew caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby mirror, and proceeded to smirk and flex for the mirror. At the end of the day, he applauded Cody for all the hard work he put into disbanding all the fraternities. But unfortunately for Cody, as long the spirits of the founding fathers were still around, the fraternities were never gonna go away. And now that Cody was possessed by one of them, he had no choice but to sit back in his own subconscious and watch as his own body was forced to bring back the frats.

"Alright, time to get to work."

Andrew took a moment to focus his mind. He then proceeded to transform his fleshie vessel back into Cody's image, although with some body adjustments of course. Cody was no longer a skinny computer nerd, he was now a bonafide jockhead and a founding father for the next class of Alpha Alpha Beta.

"Cody" threw on a baseball cap, gave himself a wink in the mirror, then waltzed out the front door, ready to recruit more men into the fraternity. Alpha Alpha Beta would return to its former glory, no matter what.

#male possession #older to younger #younger to older #permanent change #nerd to jock #male shapeshift

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livelaughlovesubs · 8 months

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Okay since people wanted me to explain why I don’t like ra-on, I’ll gladly do

It might be a long rant, also it’s my opinion.

So, I don’t even mind that they have strong libido. I mean go ahead, fuck those devils if you want, but the problem is they are supposed to be the player’s inserts. For that, this character is written way too bland.

They are way too indecisive, for example Levi’s bloodshed card, he was hurt and that dude kept saying, ‘oh I really shouldn’t do this, this is wrong,’ but what did they do? They fucked anyway. Man was on the verge of dying, and I get that he looked beautiful while doing so, there is still a time and place for everything. Then, they got hints from Levi that he wanted to do it too, okay, great, lucky you ig. But they were still so unsure of it. If you really are that desperate to do it in a graveyard with a injured man then do it with confidence, instead of keep being so unsure. Cuz if you really were that worried, you literally wouldn’t touch him. Besides, apparently they are too dumb to do first aid on him. I’m not asking them to treat his wounds, Simply putting some clothes over him would have been enough, man’s laying in the rain on the ground while bleeding my god.

Second, they are around 20-22 guess? Because minhyeok is studying and they are childhood friends. Then why are they so incompetent that they have to live off that poor man. We never heard of them having any hobbies or job, all we know about them is that they watch porn in their free time. Great. Not to mention I bet they smell, there is a comic telling us about how they’d masturbate on his chair and not wipe it afterwards. Again, poor minhyeok is the one to wipe it afterwards

That’s fucking disgusting like bro, I get you had a sad past, I get you lost your parents and didn’t have anyone to teach you some stuff, but that is being a normal functioning human which they aren’t. In the beginning, we saw that minhyeok had to take care of ra-on like they were some teenager, they can’t do anything to contribute to sharing a living space with their friend. They can’t cook, could clean but doesn’t cuz they are slacking off. How amazing. Minhyeok is going to college and has to take care of such a nuisance, he truly is pitiful. I’m not asking them to make millions, a simple part time job would suffice, heck, even knowing that they cook their own food. But nooo, they are fucking useless.

Then, in the story, we literally never know anything. They are getting pushed around by the devils. Sitri keeps calling them by the name of another, Satan does whatever the fuck he wants with them, most of the devils use the reason that they have to fuck to take advantage of them, Levi hangs them, mammon also just does whatever he wants but suddenly claiming ra-on owns him. I mean that’s not bad, most of it are little things that could have been alright if only they asked first. Consent my friend, consent. Just ask: ‘I think you need devil energy now, if you don’t mind, I could help.’ (Some did, I think beliar did ask, so shout out to him) then everything would have been fine. But because ra-on’s opinion is so irrelevant, it makes it so clear that the devils only see them as ‘the descendant of Solomon’, as a toy. But they are also somewhat at fault, cuz they aren’t assertive at all. They have no opinion to begin with, they are a pushover.

Third, or fourth? Idk, anyways their goal. So the goal is to end the contracts between the devils and the soul of Solomon. Alright, so the most normal thing would be to ask who those 72 devils are, where to find them and where you will be heading next. But no, the little group is just dragging them to wherever. Also, that about fighting angels, I know they are a human and useless against such strong enemies, but at least don’t just stand around and watch? Like they could hide, go out of the way, call for more forces, pick up a fucking weapon and shoot like Amos and stolas, nope, staying useless again. Those angels are coming for your life, which is nothing they could have controlled, but doesn’t mean they had to stay a damsel in distress. If ra-on got separated from the devils just once, they wouldn’t be able to do anything.

Beelzbubs story, they met him at a bar and he starts to sniff and lick them? Starts to invade their personal space? Sure, why not, he looks good so of course they let him use them.

The devils are biting you, forcing their kinks on you without telling you beforehand, which is basic bdsm etiquette? They are a perv, they like anything anyway so it’s fine.

No it’s not. Ra-on lacks communication and an own standing, it’s as if they don’t respect themselves. Or they are just so chill that they don’t mind getting laid during war? Now that I think about it, you have an option to say you do stay in contact with minhyeok when bael asked you about ‘that special person you left behind’. When, how do they stay in contact? Through ppyong? They could have written a letter to give minhyeok then, a text for ppyong to show minhyeok, told ppyong to tell the only friend they had to take care or something. Nope, nothing, they really only used him huh. Or maybe I’m overthinking it and their character isn’t developed enough to think about such details. Now that I’m talking about development, they don’t seem to have any at all. They are still as plain as before, and we are at chapter 5. They haven’t gotten any more serious, mature or anything. They don’t actively participate in helping neither.

They don’t talk a lot, don’t seem to have a Typ, don’t seem to dislike anything except normal things like crimes, don’t have anything they especially like besides sex. Just a mindless horny doll with no own personality. They don’t understand how hell works at all. Heck, I bet they don’t even know the names of all seven kings. It’s always about the devils doing whatever they like with ra-op, and ra-op being surprised but accepting it with no complains. They are such a failure, like they don’t resemble Solomon in the slightest. I think Solomon has more layers to his personality than ra-on. I get them wanted to make them ‘relatable’ and ‘basic’, cuz it’s a player insert, but no, they aren’t giving us any choices to support that.

Ra-on can stay a bottom for all I care, I don’t relate to them anyway, but they could be a little more sassy maybe? And a bit more decisive and mature please like my god. If they caused for a funny quirky moment then that would be enough. The writing is a joke anyway, so it would be better actually to just straight up make it into a comedy.

I could probably say more if I read more, but I’m stuck at 5-21 cuz I don’t have energy anymore. I’ve written a lot already, and i should probably mention again that this is my opinion, also that I do like the game, just not the MC.

#nini!rant #this is so long oh my god #whb #what in hell is bad

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a-really-mediocre-writer · 5 months

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angel of small death, chapter one

Welcome to my Daryl Dixon slow burn fan fiction, I hope you enjoy!

Summary for entire work: Piper, a 19 year old girl, alongside her 16 year old sister, Dina, are thrust into a dead-infested wasteland of the world they once knew. Having had a difficult home life before turn, will this new world be a sweet release?

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It’s been a month since the day my mother was murdered and so much has changed. Riots broke out on the highway we were stuck on after we all watched in horror as the city was bombed and that was the moment we decided that we needed to get off that highway. Shane and Lori were cautiously speed walking back to their car and as they did so, Shane knocked on the passenger window making myself and Adina jump. He was telling us that they were going to leave, and he was inviting to bring us with him to safety. I nodded to him and said that we would go with him, so we got our bags and left the car, meeting up with Shane, Lori, and her son Carl, as well as meeting Carol, Ed, and Sophia Peltier.

Now, we are all in a larger group of survivors tucked away in a quarry; most of the people I have met since being here are decent and friendly enough, like a young man around my age, Glenn Rhee, who offers his help to everyone around the camp. However, some are…not as great. Ed Peltier is an abusive husband and father, and no one is ever able to forget it with their tent not being soundproof, and Ed having no shame in covering them in bruises.

I’ve managed to make some friends here despite the circumstances- Andrea is the member I have become closest to because of how similar our situations are with having to be the older sister/parent substitute.

There is one however who I can’t quite tell what type of person he is. Daryl Dixon. The younger brother of the loudmouthed bigoted Merle Dixon. Although they are brothers, they are practically polar opposites, in terms of volume at least, with Merle’s mouth spouting off enough for himself and his brother, who for the most part keeps to himself, going hunting on his own to provide for the group and earn his keep. In fact, their hunting is most likely the only reason that Shane, the self-proclaimed leader of the camp, hasn’t put his foot down more and gotten rid of them both.

As a woman in this camp, my jobs are mostly to just to cook and clean, because apparently the end of the world means the reverse of women’s liberation. I don’t mind it though; I mean sure it’s boring but at least me and Dina aren’t dead or putting ourselves on the front line going on runs into the city and getting up close with the dead.

I was tasked with going around the tents and collecting their laundry. Great. Every tent goes by smoothly until I get to the furthest ones from the middle of camp- the Dixons. I approached the area awkwardly trying to figure out if they were nearby or if they had gone hunting, and unlucky for me Merle emerged from the treeline with a few squirrels in hand.

“Wo-ho-hooo there darlin’” I freeze as he addresses me, “Whatcha think ya doin’ snoopin’ ‘round mah shit?” He dramatically waves his hands in the air as he speaks, taking large strides over towards me, “Weren’t tryna steal nothin’ were ya?” He at this point is getting in my face and lowering his voice to try and intimidate me, pushing his body against the basket full of dirty laundry that I was trying to use to put some space between us. “Cuz ya know I can’t let that shit slide, right honey?” As he speaks he keeps pushing himself closer, as I clench my jaw and turn my head to the side so I’m not forced to stare at him, which he doesn’t like one bit. “SPEAK WHEN YER SPOKEN TO!” he suddenly shouts, making me jump as spit sprays at my face.

“Hey! What’s goin’ on back here?” I hear Shane shout as he approaches, seeing Merle still standing in front of me refusing to move. I move my head to look him in the eyes and straightening my back, standing my ground. “Someone needs to put this bitch in’er place,” He says loud enough for Shane and the crowd of onlookers that have gathered around us, “I know what’ll sortcha out, girl.” The second part he leans in towards my ear to say quieter before leaning back to check my face, now full of disgust. He goes to open his mouth again, so I spit at him and push him backwards with the basket, making him trip and stumble over himself from the surprise.

“Do your own damned laundry.” I mutter as I walk away towards the other women already at work by the water.

“You alright?” Shane quietly asks as I walk past him.

“Just fine!” I shout back, not stopping until I’m by the water.

What an asshole.

With Merle feeling emasculated by the whole situation earlier, by the time I get back up to camp he has volunteered to go on a run that some people in the group are going on tomorrow morning, to the dismay of everyone else going with him.

That night I spend staring up at the top of the tent lost in my own thoughts until Dina speaks from the entrance of the tent.

“You alright? You hardly had anything to eat before coming in here.” She asks me whilst zipping up the tent. The truth was that you didn’t want to eat any food brought back by Merle after what had happened that day, especially with him glaring daggers at you from where he was sat eating alone.

“Yeah, just peachy.” I say sarcastically and scoff, sitting up to look over at my sister om the other side of our new home.

“I heard what happened with Merle…such an asshole- I heard ya got him back though” she says the last part with a giggle and we both start laughing.

“Yeah I did, almost sent him flyin’ and landin’ on his ass. Too bad he just tripped.”

Dina snorts, “Yeah well, you’ve made lifelong enemies now with the Dixons, sleep with one eye open or else.”

We both lay down and continue talking quietly to each other like two friends at a sleepover until I hear footsteps outside the tent. I hushed her and slowly got up, quickly opening the tent to catch the culprit, finding a dead squirrel outside the entrance.

“What the…” I say as I pick it up and scan the campsite, not seeing anyone around. Who would do this? Was this Merle apologising? I’m so confused right now… but it’s too late to worry about this, so I go back into the tent and show my sister what I found before we both settle down and go to sleep.

The next morning when I wake up, I get dressed into my cargo pants, a black cami top and boots, then head out to start my day, seeing everyone preparing for the run into town. I make a point to go over to everyone as they are packing supplies and wish them safe travels- that is everyone except Merle Dixon, who right now cannot take his eyes off me, full of hatred and watching my every movement as if he wants to punch me in the face. As I was hugging and saying goodbye to Andrea, he started to make his way over to me, only to be stopped by his brother putting a hand on his shoulder, “C’mon man…” he mutters to him to try and nudge him away from us, and now Andrea and I have shifted our focus to Merle.

“Woah now- I ain’t tryna stir the pot baby brother, jus’ wan’ a hug an’ kiss goodbye of my own from lil miss sunshine over here. Ain’t nice to exclude, missy.” I roll my eyes at him and glance behind him to look at Daryl’s expression, which is one of sheer embarrassment as he avoids eye contact with me and his face flushes.

“Try to not get eaten out there, asshole,” I glared at him, “cuz that would be a damned shame.” I look between them all once more, hugging Andrea one last time before leaving them all, making my way over to Dale who is sat atop his RV.

“Hey, Dale?” I look up at him and get his attention, “Who was on watch last night? Straight after dinner?”

“Uhhm…Not too sure, might’ve been Shane, why what’s up?” He asks with some concern. “Oh alright, was just wondering if you had seen who left the little gift I got last night? Got a squirrel left outside mine and Dina’s tent, is all…” I trail off and glance around the camp trying to spot Shane to interrogate him next. Spotting him chopping some firewood, I say goodbye and thanks to Dale and make my way over to the officer.

“Hey, were you on watch last night…?” I ask him awkwardly, feeling like a nuisance. He glances up at me for a second before going back to chopping wood, having a guilty look on his face. “Yeah, why? Somethin’ happen I don’t know ‘bout?” He chops the wood more aggressively than before- weird, is he hiding something? Sure seems guilty enough…

“Someone left me a squirrel outside my tent last night and I didn’t see who it was…was just wondering if you knew who in case a certain redneck left me poisoned food,” I joke, “You didn’t see anything, right?” He chops one more piece of wood and then leaves the axe in the tree stump, straightening his back and walking over to me.

“Listen here darlin’,” He lowers his voice with an intense look in his eyes, “I ain’t see nothin’ ‘bout no damned squirrel…Ain’t no one gotta know ‘bout me not bein’ on watch last night, so I suggest ya keep it to yerself.”

Woah. What is going on?

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afriendlyblackhottie · 2 years

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Need You Tonight

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Black!girlfriend!reader

Summary: You’re trying to give your boyfriend his Christmas present. If only he didn’t have company.

Warnings: minors dni, smut, oral, missionary sex

A/N: ngl the endings a little rushed cuz I really wanted to put this out. Titled after Need You Tonight by American Would have been out sooner but work was a lot this season. Anyway. Merry Christmas and happy holidays. This is unedited 🫣 Please like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜✌🏾)

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Your friends had been right. What the hell was wrong with you. Here you were seeing a great guy like Steve and sure the two of you had agreed to take things slow but your vibrator was not cutting it now.

Besides you had no idea what to get him and your friends had talked you into this red lingerie set. About what a great gift it’d be for him while you were out Christmas shopping. And then you ended up spilling it all that it hadn’t happened yet.

And they looked at you like you were crazy.

You get it, but with Steve things didn’t need to be about sex. He wanted to take it as slow as you needed.

He’d been the perfect gentleman. Never asking you for too much. Willing to wait until the right time to take things to next levels. Honestly it was kind of nice to take all that pressure off, but you had needs. And you knew he could fulfill them.

So why keep beating around the bush.

Honestly this was something you’d always wanted to do. Steve was the kind of guy that deserved this energy. Was definitely the kind of guy you could see yourself settling down with. The kinda man that you could take him to mom and even she’d swoon. The kinda man you saved the big piece of chicken for.

And your pussy was tired of you pretending like you didn’t want him to touch you.

Maybe you shouldn’t have given into it. On one hand scared that you’d embarrassed yourself. Then on the other you were so horny that all you could think was fuck it. You’d gone slow enough by now.

Besides there was snow on the ground and all you wanted was for him to hold you as soon as the snow touched the ground. Then you kept thinking about him going from being his sweet self to something else entirely and now you couldn’t get it out of your head.

So now you were swallowing as you worked up the nerve to knock on his door. Dressed in way too little for the kind of weather that was outside telling yourself that you could so do this even if it meant freezing your nipples off. You could so seduce Captain America. No big deal.

You looked around making sure no one else could see you. Butterflies doing tricks in your stomach as you waited for him. Not like you didn’t know he was home.

“Y/N?” He asked. Surprised to see you when he opened the door. Especially to be standing in front of him wearing a trench coat. Stilettos on your feet. Makeup and hair done to perfection.

Obviously his first instinct was to think that maybe he forgot about something. Not helping it as he looked you up from head to toe. A girl like you standing on his doorstep at a time like this. He wanted to make sure he hadn’t gotten his schedule mixed up.

“Hey,” you replied, with a smile. “Sorry to drop by unannounced, but-,”

Steve relaxed a little when he realized it wasn’t that he’d missed anything. So he cut you off to say, “No, no. You’re always welcome here. You know that,” he said. Still not able to tear his eyes away from how fucking stunning you looked.

No he had to have missed something.

But honestly you were feeling kind of weird because yeah Steve was a really attractive man. Always well-groomed and polite, but also you could smell his cologne which was intoxicating.

If he wasn’t expecting you why did he look so good.

No. Steve wasn’t like that. By now he’d asked you to be his girlfriend and everything. You were official. He wouldn’t just do that. Right? Not when you’d been gushing to all your friends about him. Not when he’d been the first guy you’d ever gotten comfortable with. Shit this was not a good idea.

Well that was until he pulled you into a hug. Leaning down to press a quick kiss onto your lips. Like he was trying to be careful to not get your lipstick on him.

“You look really fucking pretty,” he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “I didn’t miss a date or anything, right?” He asked.

“No,” you replied looking up at him with your chin on his chest his arms snuggly around you. “I just wanted to see you,” you said. “I’m sorry if this is a bad time.”

Steve furrowed his brow before kissing your forehead. “I mean… it’s not the best time,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Oh,” you said. “Well, I’m sorry to interrupt.”

Once again looking to make sure none of his neighbors could see you.

“Baby, it’s ok. I’m always happy to see you.”

He was just acting so normal even if anxiety was taking it’s course. It was now or never either way. “I just… I was thinking about some stuff and I…” you were trying to sound all husky and sexy and holy fuck you were hoping you were selling it, “wanted to give you your Christmas present early.”

Getting ready to undo the tie around your waist. Now or never. Now or never. Now or never.

“Wait, Babe, I-,” he started, stopping as the coat fell open. Exposing the lingerie you were wearing underneath. Steve not able to stop his jaw from dropping as he got a good look at you. Breasts confined to a red bra with a matching thong. Garter belt around your thighs.

He’d never seen that much of you. So to be seeing it like this… goddamn. Almost made him forget what he was going to say, which was a shame as he heard Tony says, “Well, damn, Cap, I didn’t know it was going to be that kind of party.”

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Tony was way too giddy for someone whose eyes almost got plucked out by a super solider a minute ago. Telling him to fuck off before stepping outside so he could close to door behind him.

Especially when you turned to cover yourself. A gasp leaving your lips from the shock. Putting your hand to your mouth as the embarrassment seeped in.

At first Steve just wrapped his arms around you. Hugging you from behind. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he cooed into your ear. “It’s okay. You didn’t know, Sweetheart.”

As if that made it any better.

“Look at me,” he told you after a few moments even though you really didn’t want to. Not with your eyes probably looking all hazy now. “I’m serious it’s okay. Tony knows I’ll fuck him up if he says anything.”

“But he saw… everything,” you groaned, crinkling your nose. Not feeling any less mortified.

Steve chuckled. “At least you look good?”

“Really?” You asked, biting your lip. Finally turning around in his arms.

“Oh, you look really good. Can’t believe you got all dressed up like this for me.” He put his hand under your chin so you have to look up at him. “What brought this on?” He asked.

“I’m just… tired of waiting,” you said.

Steve tilted his head to the side and smiled. “Yeah? Don’t worry, Baby. I’ve been feeling the same way.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Of course,” he replied. “All I’ve been thinking about lately, but I didn’t wanna push you.”

“It’s okay,” you replied. “You could’ve I wouldn’t have been mad.”

“Don’t worry, Baby. We’ve got time to make up for it.” He sighed, a content smile spreading onto his lips. “You wanna join us?”

Honestly you weren’t sure if you could face Tony. Fucking Iron Man of all people had just seen you half naked trying to surprise his teammate.

“Don’t worry about Tony,” he tried to assure you once again. “Besides, you’ll finally be able to meet everyone. Well almost everyone.”

Not that this is the way you’d imagined it. And while you’d rather crawl into a hole and die than face them, you really did wanna be close to Steve right now.

“Well… okay,” you replied.

Steve kissed the side of your head, grabbing your hand.

The apartment had been decorated by the two of you. Steve happy to let you decide what went there. At your place you were sharing with your roommates and couldn’t just take it all over, but he didn’t give a shit. He was happy to have you do whatever you desired.

Tony had even commented on it when he walked in. Surprise to see his friend’s home so festive.

As soon as you got in, there was Tony with a smirk on his face. Ready to toss out some smart remark. Steve cutting his eyes at him like he was dating him to open his mouth.

“Guys, this is Y/N. My girlfriend. Y/N, this is everyone.”

“Oh my gosh! Finally! We’ve been asking when he was gonna bring around the girl that’s been stealing him away from us,” Natasha shot up so she could pull you into a hug.

“I can see why,” Tony remarked with a snort.

If looks could kill he’d definitely be six feet under with the way Steve looked at him. ‘Shut the fuck up,’ he mouthed.

Tony’s jaw dropped because it wasn’t often he could push Cap this hard. On one hand not wanting to make this any worse, but who was he kidding. He was Tony Stark of course he wanted to make it worse.

He’d just never seen Rogers so possessive. Not that he could really blame him. Tony would have been ready to fight someone too if he had a girl like you showing up like that ready to keep him warm in the middle of winter.

Could see the whole good girl thing going on despite what he had seen previously. Of course the golden boy would be into that. Sweet on the outside but only an inside he was allowed to have.

Besides Natasha was absolutely gushing over you. Had been trying to set him up for how long? And then he finally gets with someone and she’s had to wait to meet you. Of course she was going to gush.

“Hi, Sam. Bucky,” you greeted them as the two got up to say hello.

Natasha gasped. “Wait! You guys got to meet her before me? Steve!”

“They were with me when we met!” He protested.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. We so need more girls around. Wanda, Pepper, and I can only take so much,” she said.

“We’re not that bad,” Sam protested. “Just Tony,” he added, who’d started ignoring them to pay attention to the fight again. “And, Bucky can be a handful.”

“At least I’m not going around harassing people with my metal bird,” Bucky retorted.

“Redwing is family! The sooner everyone understands that the better off we’ll all be.”

“See what I have to put up with,” Natasha said.

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It was pretty fun hanging out with them. Watching Steve get all hyped up with them. Something was kind of sexy about watching him like this.

But still you just wanted to spend time with him. Alone. And this trench coat was not ideal for this kind of setting.

“You okay, Baby?” He asked into your ear after awhile seeing the way you kept trying to make sure your tie was fully closed.

“Yeah,” you answered looking up at him with a smile. While comfortable still a little nervous since you were just sitting here in a trench coat with barely anything underneath.

“Are you cold?” He asked into your ear.

“A little,” you replied.

“Sorry,” he whispered, before kissing your cheek. “Too bad I can’t be warming you up right now.”

You found yourself biting your lip at that. Look up at him through your lashes before he swiped his lips across yours really quick. “Hey, hey, hey, other people are around,” Tony said, snapping his fingers. “Put your hands where we can see ‘em.”

You raised your hands up, but Steve just rolled his eyes before standing up. “Be right back,” he replied, grabbing your hand.

“Hurry back, it’s almost the main event,” Natasha said.

Okay good. It was almost over. Then you could get to the part you’d come over for.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Sam remarked.

Steve was blushing as he grabbed you be your hips so he could lead you away. Down the hall towards his bedroom. “Sorry about them,” he said when they were out of earshot.

“No it’s sweet,” you replied. Steve put his hand on the small of your back. Trying to keep himself from going further down to your ass.

It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t messed around. You’d gotten close to having sex but it was like… he doesn’t know. Something always stopped them. Like they were waiting to savor it. No wonder you’d gotten so sick of it and just came over here like this.

His poor girl had wanted to surprise him. Had wanted him to take care of you fully. Instead you got a room full of his friends ragging on him when he could have been kissing you all over.

Now you were sitting on his bed as he dug through the drawer to find a sweatshirt for you to wear.

“Here, Baby,” he replied, handing it to you.

You stood up to tug at the tie around your waist. Letting it fall from your body. Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked up and down your body.

Would he be a bad host if he told everyone to get the fuck out.

Before you could fully shrug off your coat, Steve grabbed you by your waist. Wrapped his arms around you in a snug embrace. Your lingerie covered breasts pressing into his chest. “Fuck. I almost want you to keep it on,” he said. “Maybe we can have a do over.”

“Mhm,” you replied. “I’ll just make sure to warn you next time.”

“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise,” he said.

“I just didn’t know what to get you and then my friends freaked when I told them we’ve never had sex.” You laughed.

“Ohhh so you’re my present?” He asked with a smirk. “Damn. Maybe I should just open you up.”

Steve was ready to kiss you again, except as soon as his lips touched yours there was a knock on the door. “Fights on!” Bucky said through the door. Steve able to hear Sam snickering through the door.

“We’ll be right out,” he replied with a sigh. Fucking cockblocks.

You giggled and it only made him want to say fuck it even more. Throw you on the bed and devour you. “Come on,” you said wrapping your arms around his neck. “Really want me to keep it on?” You asked him.

“I want you to be comfortable,” he said. “Besides. I like seeing you in my clothes.” Then his eyes went down to your boobs. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.

“We better get back out there,” you said.

Ugh he couldn’t wait for everyone to be gone.

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“No! What the fuck!” Tony groaned, throwing his head back as his guy went down. “You’re fucking kidding me!”

Sam on the other hand was positively giddy. Happy as hell to take home a bet against the billionaire.

“We’re going to see you at Christmas dinner, right?” Natasha said as they all said their goodbyes.

You looked up at Steve who smiled down at you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He’d already been asking you if you wanted to join them. Had wanted to spend your first Christmas as a couple together of course, but you’d been on the fence having been nervous to meet everybody.

“Yeah I think it’ll be fun,” you answered.

Steve didn’t want to make it obvious that he was trying to hurry them out. Because as soon as the door closed he was right there. Picking you up so you had to wrap your legs around his waist. Not even saying a word as he kissed you. Large hands coming to grip at your ass.

Your lips worked against his. Hands clawing at those broad shoulders. Moaning into his mouth. Only pulling away so he could pull his shirt off.

There was this hunger that the two of you never got to have before that was definitely there now. Finding yourself unable to stop now that you’d started. Wanted him to touch you all over. Can’t believe you’d waited this long in the first place.

Something about you taking the initiative. He’d been trying to take it slow. Protect your honor and shit. Wait until you were ready.

Had been picturing rose petals and shit. Maybe he’d take you somewhere nice. Wine and dine you first. You probably would have gotten all dressed up.

That’s okay. They could do that another time. Right now he just didn’t wanna stop putting his lips all over you. “Fuck, Steve,” you gasped as he kissed along your thighs.

Was down on his knees ready to worship you. Something about you being the one to initiate it was making him want to.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Can’t believe you dressed all up for me,” he groaned. “Look so beautiful. Can’t wait to finally make love to you, Baby. Can I taste you?”

“Yes,” you cried.

Fuck he was in heaven with his face between your thighs. Couldn’t get enough. Especially as his tongue touched your clit. Was addicted to all the sounds you were making as his tongue worked it.

For all the time he thought about doing this to you, doing it was so much better. The fucking noises you were making. The way you tried to grind your tight little hole against his face only for him to pin you down by your hips to stop you.

“It’s too much,” you ended up whining.

Steve laughed into you. Seeing your desperation. The way your eyes had started to glaze over. The way your bottom lip poked out. Fuck you looked so fucking pretty.

“Come on. I know you can take me. It’s okay,” he said, pulling away for a second. He put his lips on your stomach this time. Fingers gripping your hips still. Your chest heaving up and down.

“Too much,” you repeated as your chest heaved up and down.

Steve just chuckled before leaning up so he could peck your lips. “Come on, Baby. You can take it. How are you gonna take my dick if you can’t even take my mouth.”

Fuck. He was right. You’d felt him through his pants before. It’s why you were aching to just let it happen. Wanted to feel his thick cock inside of you so bad. But fuck the way he’d been touching you, you were a mess.

“You got this, Babe,” he whispered into the side of your mouth. “Come on I know you didn’t come all the way over here for me to not fuck you. You know how bad I’ve been wanting this pussy? Think I’m gonna let you go without giving it to you?”

Who even was this man. One minute he was being sweet and holding your hand in front of his friends. Next he was talking all dirty into you. Fuck. He was definitely trying to be the death of you.

And you didn’t wanna let him down. Had shown up half naked and sat politely while him and his friends finished up. Had been trying real hard to be good. It was all you wanted after all. For him to have his way with you and fuck-

Steve had started kissing on the nape of your neck knocking you out of your thoughts. It made you let out a loud gasp as he also gripped your thigh.

“Drive me crazy,” he said into your ear pulling you on top so you were straddling him.

“Fuck, Daddy I need you,” you moaned.

“Yeah, Baby?” He whispered, hands moving to your ass so he could grind you against his length.

Fuck he was just so big. And your pussy was leaking. Leaving a wet spot against his crotch. You wanted him so bad. Why was he still wearing clothes.

Finally you tugged at his belt. Hands franticly grabbing at him as if you were trying to paw them off. “It’s okay, Baby. I got it. Got you too fucked out already. Can’t even get it right.”

You let out a moan at the way he was talking to you. Pussy feeling like you could not wait any longer. You needed him so bad. It wasn’t even fair.

“Please.” Fuck it sounded so whiney the way that came from you, but you couldn’t help it.

Steve put his lips back on your as he pulled himself from his pants. Dick now on display. Ready for you to sink down onto.

You put your hand on him. Wrist moving up and down as you moaned because fuck he was big. How were you supposed to take it. Even in your hand it felt perfect. Fuck you needed him so bad.

Steve twisted you around so you could lay back. Pushing you into the cushions as he climbed on top of you. Arms going on either side of your head as he just couldn’t stop kissing you.

This was the problem. Every time the two of you tried to fuck you’d end up getting so caught up in kissing that you didn’t even do the rest.

Then he’d pull away to say something really sweet and you’d end up getting distracted. You’d end up talking and giggling. Then you’d end up cuddling. Getting really nice and cozy but for Christmas you wanted all of him and you didn’t feel like waiting anymore.

“Please, Steve I-,” you pulled away to say only to need to catch your breath. “Just need you.”

One side of Steve’s mouths curled up as he realized just how bad off you were. “Tell me what you need.”

“Your dick. I need your dick. Please I need you inside me. I can’t wait anymore.”

It all came out as a plea. Way more than what you meant for it to be. “You sure? Couldn’t even handle my tongue a minute go. Think I’m gonna have to stretch your little pussy out.”

“Do whatever you want I just- I don’t even care anymore,” you sobbed.

Steve chuckled and for some reason that made your pussy twitch. “Such a mess for me,” he said, into your ear again.

Then he was off you and you were making grabby hands trying to get him to hurry up and come back. Except now you could see his dick up close as he started taking his pants all the way off. Sitting up as your mouth salivated because fuck it was just as pretty as you’d thought it would be.

“Fuck, Steve.” You just couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed it again. Needing to feel him. Fuck you needed to…

Steve groaned as you licked a strip up and down his dick. Coming to the head so you could swirl your tongue around the tip. “Fuck, Y/N, Baby.”

Putting his hand on your head as you took him into your mouth. Letting out a grunt from how fucking good it felt to have his dick inch into your mouth.

Here Steve had been thinking that you were this sweet girl. Someone he would have been able to take home to mom if she’d been alive, but here you were getting on your knees so you could suck him off properly. Trying to see how far you could get in your throat before gagging around him.

“Shit,” he groaned. “Feel so fucking- goddamn.”

Can’t believe you hadn’t tasted him sooner. Especially as your mouth was stuffed full. Feeling him through his pants a few times had nothing on taking him down your throat. Trying to be a good girl who just wanted to be good for her super boyfriend.

“That’s it,” he hissed, trying to stop himself from rocking his hips but fuck he was so ready to start fucking your mouth. Barely stopping himself because as bad as he wanted you to keep doing he couldn’t wait anymore.

Steve snatched you up grabbing you so he could throw you over his shoulder making you squeal. “Steve!”

His hands pawed at your ass as he walked with you down the hall to his bedroom. Could barely fucking wait but he at least wanted to get you in his bed first.

Didn’t even give you a second to get situated on the mattress as he climbed on top of you. Not that you cared as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Hands going to his shoulders so you could claw at them. Nails digging into his skin.

Lips meeting your once again as he spread you open. Hand going to your pussy after so he could rub his thumb on your clit. “Holy fuck,” you pulled away to mewl.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed into your ear. “This what you wanted for Christmas, huh?”

As the same time he lined himself up with your entrance. Ready to just say fuck it. Had been waiting too long anyway and didn’t feel like waiting any longer. Steve needed you.

Your mouth split open as he inched in. Going slow so he didn’t hurt you. Wanting to give you a time to adjust. He knew he could be a little much.

You laid back with a gasp when he was halfway through. “Fuck. I’m so-,” you stopped to throw your head back, “I’m so full. It’s- fuck. It’s- it’s too- Stevie,” you whimpered. “Please. Make me- I can… I can take it I promise, please.”

Steve kissed you again as he went to the hilt. Balls slapping against your ass. You were just so tight it was making his head spin. Couldn’t believe how good you felt. Had definitely been worth the wait.

“Harder,” you pulled away to cry out.

“You sure?” He asked. “I don’t- I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please?” Fuck you didn’t intend to sound like you were begging but you couldn’t help it.

Who the hell was he to deny you. Fuck you clearly wanted him bad. Of course he wanted to give it to you.

Besides the noise you made when he did as you asked made him want to give you whatever you wanted.

“Just like that!” You cried as he fucked into you.

“Yeah?” He asked. “Like this?” Then he did whatever move that was that was making you react like that.

“Yes,” you sobbed out. Scratching his back. It was like he was getting all these spots no one else had ever been able to reach. Probably why you could feel yourself so close.

It only worsened when he put his mouth on your tits. The sensations making you want him to never stop. Something about watching his sweet face suckling your nipples like he was trying to mark them was what did it. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body tightened. Orgasm making you scream.

“Steve- fu- fuck. Oh my god. That’s it. It’s yours. You can- please. My pussy it’s yours!”

“I know, Baby. I know.” His face mocking concern as if he wasn’t the one making you feel like this. “It’s been mine. That’s why you needed me to fuck if as soon as possible, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Showed up like a little slut in your lingerie. If only I got to rip it off of you as soon as you got in. Bet you would have liked that.”

“Yes!”

It was all you could say. Not even sure how you could still even speak with the orgasm he’d given you.

“Gonna let me play with you all fucking night, huh? Might fuck you until Christmas morning. Make you spend Christmas Eve on my dick.”

“Okay,” you cried. “I’ll- oh my-,” you put your hands against his shoulders like you were trying to brace yourself. Eyes rolling back once again. Fuck there was just this spot that he kept hitting and making you cum all over him.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned. “That’s my fucking girl.”

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You’d sincerely lost track of time since last night. All you knew was that even when the morning fell he was behind you. Holding onto your hips as he fucked you from behind.

Steve was serious about fucking you into Christmas Day. Had only pulled away for bathroom breaks and food.

At some point it was like your brain had shut off and all you could think about was how good he felt inside of you. All you could think about was Steve and how you wanted to make him cum inside you.

And he did. Multiple times. That super solider stamina keeping him going even when you thought you’d definitely had enough. But what was enough with him around.

If anything he was the one that had been turned into an addict. Of course he wasn’t going to pull out. You were his.

Sure it may not have started out the way you wanted it to, but hell at least it had ended up being exactly what you’d needed.

Finally he’d let you go to sleep seeing just how worn out he’d gotten you even if he could have kept going. Wanted to give you a little time because he was still working up the nerve to give you your present.

“Steve?” You softly said making his head snap towards you.

He’d been keeping you naked but right now you were bundled up in his robe. He was only in a pair of boxer briefs himself. Freshly wrapped gift sitting neatly on the coffee table.

“Baby, what are you doing up?” He asked.

“I woke up and you weren’t there,” you said with a pout. Coming to settle onto his lap. “I was cold. Need you to warm me up.”

He couldn’t wait to wrap his arms around you. Kissing your cheek and then behind your ear. “Ah, I’m sorry, Babe. Don’t worry I’ll warm you up.”

“Ohhh whose that for?” You asked looking at the present.

Steve leaned forward to grab it. “Yours. Wanna open it?”

“Ohhh you’re saying I don’t have to wait until morning?”

“Nah,” he said. “I already got my gift. Wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t give you yours.”

You smiled up at Steve before kissing underneath his jaw. Fuck he was so cozy.

Your heart thumped as you’d ripped off the wrapping paper and took the top off the box to see a tiny key. Eyes meeting his again. “Steve, wait what… what is this…”

“A key,” he said with a chuckle. “Look I know we haven’t been together that long, but… I don’t know. Especially after tonight I want you around all the time. When I wake up. When I go to bed. I love you and I want you to move in with me.”

“Really?” Your eyes were all watery.

“Yeah, Baby,” he replied. “What do you say?”

“Of course I’ll move in with you, Steve.” You threw your arms around him. “I love you, too.”

That was all Steve needed to hear. The two of you starting to kiss again. Robe quickly coming off. His boxers ending up on the floor. The two of you had to christen this place. And he wasn’t going to stop until he fucked you in every room.

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The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (14)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Activity

Genre: Angst/Fluff & SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 8.1K

<Chapter 13

14. Look at Me

Voe wakes up bright and early at around 10 AM (progress okay?), she enjoys the time she spends doing her makeup, so she decided to add some small earrings to her new ears. Her makeup was light and casual, but just enough to feel in control of herself. She pranced down the stairs with delight and spotted everyone in the parlor conversing and having a grand old time. She spots Angel in the crowd and skips up to him, hugging him from behind.

He’s shocked and caught off guard by this display of affection.

“What the hell- Oh hey,” he turns around inside of her embrace

She looks up at him with bright eyes “Hi,” she says happily

“Uh, did ya need something?”

She nods “I needed to say ‘thank you,’”

He blushes slightly “Oh, no problem. You doing okay?” She nods again “Yes,”

“Good,” he rubs the back of his neck and smiles at her

“You’re such a good friend,”

“I was just, helping out..” he sounds nervous but flattered

“Yeah, that’s why you’re a good friend”

He ponders “Yeah, I guess so,”

She hugs him tighter, placing her head on his torso, and smiling, he hugs her back, placing his head on top of her head.

“Awww you guys!” Charlie spots them hugging “That is so sweet!”

They pull back “Whatever,” Angel flips down his shades “I’m going to work,”

“As am I darling,” Voe fakes a British accent “So long!” as they head out the door

Voe has to walk twice as fast to keep up with Angel. “So I have something to tell you,”

“Okay?”

“So..remember I was telling you about my rut?”

“Mhmm,”

“And then you said I should try and fuck somebody?”

“Mhmmm,�� he raises an eyebrow

She takes a deep breath before saying “I had sex with Lucifer,”

He raises his shades to look down at her “First off, not really surprised, but look at you!”

“Yeah yeah yeah, but that’s not it,”

“Well, what else?”

“Afterwards, I wasn’t really…I don’t know how to say it…but I guess satisfied?”

“He didn’t make you cum? OH shit!”

She shakes her head “No, he did. Multiple times, actually. But…you know how sometimes, you get hungry and then you eat something, and it’s good, but then when you’re done, you know that’s not the thing you wanted to eat?”

“I guess?”

“Yeah, it felt like that.”

“Maybe you wanted to fuck someone else?”

She nods “I thought so too. So I had sex with Velvette.”

His eyes widen “Uhuh…?”

“Still the same thing.”

He tilts his head “Well that’s good, cuz you wouldn’t want to be with her like that anyway.”

She looks around “Yeah, but I don’t know what to do.”

“Keep fucking everyone until you find the right one?”

She rolls her head back “Yeah, but that’s exhausting!”

He shrugs “I don’t know, but I gotta go. Good luck with your sex journey.”

She purses her lips “Be safe,”

“You too, love,” he salutes her jokingly and walks through the doors to Val’s studio. Voe takes a breath, watching him leave before heading up to Velvette’s.

Alastor sat in his room caressing his cheek. Her handprint was gone, but he could still feel the heat of the flame from her palm. Alastor hadn’t felt anything as invigorating as that slap. The conversation came back to mind, the intensity, the yelling, Voe being able to stand her ground against him…

Alastor was a truly refined man, but the months of October through December always tested his resolve. Whenever he was closest to losing control, it was during those months. He was constantly warm, his muscles tense, his breathing heavy, skin sensitive, and his heart rate faster than it had ever been when he was alive. His face burned as thoughts of carnal desires raced through his mind. He felt ashamed and somewhat disgusted with himself, he found himself to be above such things that drive other sinners wild, above their frivolous desires and weaknesses, but every year this time got to him. He usually sequestered himself around this time to make sure he can control himself. Nowadays he couldn’t do that, he was always needed and every time he left his room there was a chance to run into…her.

She’d been a thorn in his side since the very beginning, but her smell was addicting, and every moment spent in her presence was a moment to watch her in action, doing things. It was hard for him to explain, but he felt drawn to her, it was involuntary, magnetic, a compulsion to watch everything she did. Whether it be standing, walking, dancing, or just talking; while watching her he felt…happy? Maybe excited? Something about the movement of her waist and, pardon his French, derrière drove him up the wall with joy. Though nothing could compare to her lips; as he told her they were quite plump and soft-looking, perfectly round, and two contrasting but perfectly complimentary colors. They looked perfectly sculpted by an expert artist. When he watched her he felt like he had walked into a living art museum, and she was her own exhibit. She brought him joy. Simply put, she was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning.

Engaging with her was frustrating, she was strong-willed and would never back down from him, her smugness and cockiness infuriating but exciting. Her behavior was interesting and her thoughts showed that she may be worthy of equal footing to him. He wanted to know more, wanted to get closer. Perhaps physical? Maybe a pat or a holding of her arm? Her waist?

Being around her made this time much harder. Adding to the physical reactions and the inappropriate thoughts, were thoughts of her. Daydreams or simple imaginations. And sometimes…the thoughts would mix. Thoughts of her helping him out and providing him with her…company. Then he would see her in person and it would be quite difficult to keep those thoughts from resurfacing. Like he said, every year around this time he would seclude himself, but being around her made him not want to.

Entering Velvette’s studio she saw Velvette of course, looking through papers on a clipboard. Sitting in the corner of the space was Vox; stewing on his chair as he looked her up and down with contempt then made a show of looking away from her. She darts her eyes away from the man to focus on her boss.

“Ah! There you are! Good morning darling!” Velvette embraces her and kisses her on the lips. Voe nervously glances toward Vox in the corner, who only glares at her more and more angrily. “Just the doe I wanted to see. I have big plans for you, love!”

“Uh Velvette? What’s with flat screen over there?”

She glances back at Vox “Oh, him? He’s just here to help me with advertising,”

“Advertising what?” “Well, that’s the news! I’m planning a runway show. Starring you! And I want you to help me plan it!”

She widens her eyes “Really? Why?”

“Well, I based it off of you, so who better to help plan it? We’re going to recruit some more models that look a bit like you for this, but of course, there’s no beating a fucking original!” She grabs her by the shoulders, shaking her

Vox scoffs from the corner of the room “I could think of people,”

“Oh hush Vox! We’re done talking, you can leave now!”

Vox stands to his full height and exits the studio, glaring at Voe all the way out.

“Uh, what’s his problem?” She asks her boss

She shrugs “Ever since the interview, he thinks you’ve been lying to him about the Alastor stuff. I won’t let him hurt you but, watch your back.” She puts her hand on Voe’s shoulder

“Yikes,” Voe pulls at her collar

“Anyway!” she claps “We have so much work to do.”

They discussed the clothing designs and the sizes that should be offered, and Velvette allowed Voe to pick the model candidates while caressing her thigh.

“You know you could stay here,” Velvette whispered in her ear “Since we have so much work to do, and we’ll be spending so much time together. I thought maybe you’d consider just staying here with me. We could have a whole new room made for you….” she draws circles on her thigh “Or you could sleep in my room with me,”

Voe clears her throat, smiling “Thank you, I will consider it.”

Velvette seems quite offended at the lack of a ‘yes’ “Whatever,” she rolls her eyes “Oh! By the way, Vox also wanted to know if you had any more information on the Red Beast?”

“Umm? He brought me home after the disaster at the club,” she offers

Vox immediately kicks down the door “HE WHAT?!”

“My DOOR! DAMMIT VOX!” she rubs her forehead “She’s saying that Alastor brought her home from the club.”

Vox grins “Oh did he?”

“Very interesting isn’t it?”

She drops her hands to her sides and purses her lips “Yeah, when I woke up I was in my bed. He said that he carried me and tucked me in. He even gave me a glass of water.”

Vox and Velvette grin at each other devilishly. “Really? Is there anything that he said in particular? Anything you two talked about?”

“Like what?”

“Anything at all?”

She puts her finger on her chin “We talked, but about a lot of stuff.”

“What did you talk about? Tell us everything.”

“Well, he mostly kept asking why I licked him-“

Vox laughed out loud “H-HA HA HA. I’m sorry, You licked him? Why-Never mind I don’t care. Anything else, my dear?” He’s suddenly looking down on her with happy eyes

“Uh, yeah. I…kinda slapped him..”

“Really?” Velvette asked. Voe nods “And you’re still alive?”

She looks down at herself “Alive as I can be.”

“Someone’s going soft,” Velvette glances at a grinning Vox “Anymore?”

“I… asked why he wanted to do radio.”

“Really?” Vox leans down, grin getting wider “What did he tell you?”

Vel scoffs “Better not be anything sentimental and boring,”

“Uh, then you’re gonna be disappointed,”

“Ugh,”

She takes some time to recall “He said, it was because, on the radio, your looks don’t matter, as long as you have the voice.” She smiles to herself thinking of his poignant words

The air is silent before Velvette and Vox break out into manic laughter, Vox especially.

Vox wipes a digital tear from his eye “I’m sorry, is that all?” he straightens his tie

Voe is unsure of what was so funny, but she guessed it wasn’t a joke for her to get “Uh, yes. That’s all,”

“Alright,” Vox says, standing tall “Velvette?”

“I know what to do,” she says, typing into her phone “Okay, you’re dismissed.” She waves Voe away, and the doe gets up and leaves. She heard their cackling through the closing door.

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“So, everyone is probably wondering why today’s activity is at night, and that is because my dad,” Charlie gestures toward Lucifer “Is so busy during the day and he wanted to join the activity. So let’s give my dad a round of applause,” the resident’s clap for their King, Voe especially

“Amazing parenting,’ she jokingly says toward Lucifer, who is sitting next to her, with his hand on her thigh

Charlie seems slightly put off by it but continues on anyway “Tonight’s activity is simple. We’re just going to say how our days were, and our favorite parts. And we’re gonna go popcorn style, so whoever wants to go can just go!”

“I’ll go,” Angel pipes up from the other side of Voe

“Oh wow, Angel! That is amazing! Go ahead!”

“Woo Angel!” Voe cheers for her friend

“Well, the good news is that I finished work early, and my favorite part was that I scored some heroin.”

Charlie’s eyes are wide “Not exactly the kind of news I was looking for, but great job! Seriously, amazing!”

“Where’d you score heroin? Where’d you get it from?” Voe whispers to the spider

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

She nods “Yeah, that’s why I’m asking,” but he just ignores her

Lucifer clears his throat “I’d like to go next. My day was great because I got to spend it with my daughter and meet new incoming sinners. My favorite part was getting to know them and helping them find a place to stay,”

“Dad! That’s amazing!” The residents clap again

“He’s amazing! Best King I’ve ever seen,” Voe says smiling at him

“Who’s next?” Charlie asks

No one goes.

“C’mon! Don’t be shy!” She scans the crowd “Voe! Why don’t you go next?!”

“What the fuck?”

“Please?” She rolls her eyes “Um, I guess my day was cool. My boss wants me to help plan a runway show-“

“Aw, that’s amazing!”

Voe lightens up at the validation “And the clothing line is based on me and my body type,”

“Wow Voe! You’re really making a name for yourself in Pentagram City! I’m so proud of you!”

The residents clap for her

Angel scoffs “No one clapped for me,”

“Well, I’m just glad that I’m earning more of my boss’s favor, so I guess that’s my favorite part,”

“Yeah, much more,” Angel mumbles under his breath and Voe elbows him

“That’s all.” She smiles at Charlie

“Great job!”

Lucifer whispers in her ear “Great job Ducky, I should reward you later,”

She turns to him and they grin at each other, and she gives him a playful warning look.

Alastor stands a few feet behind the parlor couch where the two of them sit. He glares at their playful joy.

“Guys come on,” Vaggie pipes up “This is part of your redemption, just tell us how your day was. It could literally be one word.”

“I’d love to participate!” Alastor raises his cane

Charlie blinks “Really?”

“Yes of course! We’re all a community!” he shrugs “My day was quite splendid!”

“Okay?” Vaggie questioned, waiting for more

“You did say it could be one word,”

Vaggie’s lips form into a straight line “Okay, thank you Alastor. What an amazing example!” She says sarcastically

Lucifer, the pigeon, has a smug grin as he whispers something into Voe’s ear and she starts to giggle, hitting him playfully. Alastor’s rage grew every second he stared at the two of them, canoodling like they were close friends, or worse, something more.

“Hmm, discussing ways to fix that ‘depression’?”

The whole room grows silent.

“Wow,” Angel deadpans “Talk about douchebaggery,”

Even Husker is surprised at the level of assholery that came out of his boss’s mouth.

Voe turns around, giving Alastor a disgusted look “Alastor, mental health is not something to joke about. Depression is…serious.” She just looks disappointed in him. She turns and comforts Lucifer “I’m sorry Luci, I don’t even know why he would say that.” She kisses his forehead

Alastor looks around to see no comfort in anyone’s eyes “I have things to do,” he says before dissipating into the shadows

Voe wraps her arms around Lucifer’s shoulders

Later that night as Angel was walking back to his room, a familiar cloud of shadow appeared in front of him, they faded away to reveal Alastor, already looking annoyed at his presence. Angel does a double take, seeing no one else in the hallway.

“Holy shit, is this going where I think it’s going? Finally!” he puts his hands on Alastor’s shoulders “Well, I prefer missionary, but-“

“Get your hands off me,” Alastor speaks quietly and evenly, but with much anger behind it

“Okay, maybe it’s not.” Angel drops his hands

Alator stands his cane on the floor “Tell me what you know about Voe,”

Angel leans on one of his legs “What about her? There’s a lot to know,”

“What is happening between her and…Lucifer?” He grits his teeth just saying the King’s name “You agree they seemed awfully close during tonight’s activity, yes?”

Angel smirks “Why do you wanna know?”

“I just do.”

Angel’s amusement rises “Are you jealous Smiles? Is that why you said that tasteless joke back there?”

“I just believe that she can do better,”

“Like you?” he raises his brows

Alastor tilts his chin up “Looking at you, maybe there is a brain up there,” he taps Angel’s head with his cane

Angel swats the cane away “Look, you should really be asking her all this, why you coming to me?”

“Because I did. Now tell me what is going on between them.”

Angel leans against the wall “It’s not my information to tell-“

Niffty scurries up between the two men “Hi Angel, Hi sir! I heard you guys talking! Mommy and the Bad Boy have sexy times! I’ve heard them through the door! It sounded really dirty. I wanted to clean, but they wouldn’t let me in!”

“Oh,” Alastor responds in surprise “Thank you, sweetie,” he pats Niffty’s head “Have a good night Angel!” Alastor calls as he walks down the hall

The spider glances at Niffty “What?” she asks “I hear you in your room too!” she bounces excitedly

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A/N: There’s smut a coming!

I think he really wanted some attention today. he told some tasteless joke about depression

🤭😭😂

After texting her boss Voe plugs in her phone, leaving it on the nightstand face down, turning her lamp off, and closing her eyes. If not to sleep then to at least relax herself into peaceful imaginations.

After barely two seconds of having her eyes closed she felt a cool-ish breeze in her room in the direction that her back was facing, which was odd since her room was usually kept warm. She turns to face her bedroom door, seeing only darkness, with her ears twitching all the while. She picks up one of her pillows and throws it at the darkness, where it reaches a certain point, and then explodes into feathers. She lets out a sigh mixed with a grunt.

“What?”

Alastor opens his crimson eyes and speaks “Hello, my doe”

She was annoyed but couldn’t help blushing at being referred to as his doe. Was he claiming her as his?

“What?” she repeats herself

He takes a step toward her bed “Well that isn’t a very polite way to speak to your…friend.” he says the word like it’s dripping from his teeth

“Yeah? Since when are you concerned with being polite?”

“Since right now, of course. Keep up.”

She rolls her eyes “What do you want?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you,”

Voe’s breath gets caught in her throat. There is no way he just said that to her. He must’ve meant it in a sick twisted way “Like for dinner? Or a snack?”

He chuckles, clearly amused “Speaking of snacks, I went to look for you in the kitchen and you weren’t there,”

“Obviously, because I’m up here,”

“Yes. Why?”

She crosses her arms “I wasn’t hungry tonight,”

“Yes, I suppose you’ve gotten full off of… apples,”

She raises her eyebrow “What?”

“Truly, my doe I simply thought you had better taste and better manners than that,”

She stands off the bed and walks over to him “What do you mean exactly?”

“Just that it’s rude to vie for the affection of one man while entertaining another,”

Voe stares up at him in disbelief “Are you calling me a slut?”

Alastor sounds playful “No, of course not! I’m simply saying that I was unaware that you were starving this much for attention. If I had known, I would have obliged much sooner.” He looks at his nails

She squints “Say what you want to say to me Alastor,” her tone turns serious

“There’s something about you. I can’t behave normally when you’re near. I am thrown off kilter and my mind scrambles when you are present.” He turns his head downward “And I can feel it even when you’re not,”

Her eyes pierce into his “And?”

“I smell you everywhere.” He speaks through his teeth

Voe rubs her eyes and stares up at him “What?”

“You are deliciously suffocating.”

“Oh yeah? What do I smell like?”

“Hot, wet, sweet, and…sticky”

“Oh,” she blushes shifting the orientation of her legs

“I hear you’re getting hot and sweaty with Lucifer. I cannot believe that you would do that to yourself. That absolute turkey doesn’t deserve you.” He steps closer to her

“Really? And who does?” She questions somewhat mockingly

He grabs her waist and presses her against the door “Me.” He says, sounding full of rage and lust

Voe looks up at him, feeling a tingle in her chest “Um, to be honest, I’m really turned on right now..? I’m not sure if you’re doing that on purpose or…”

“Do you actually think that I can just exist normally, with you walking around, acting and…looking like that?

“Like what?”

“All…like that,” he gestures to her face and body

“Like what?!”

He squeezes her waist “Gorgeous,” he growls down at her

Her neck flushes, but she bites back “What about you, huh? Am I supposed to just go about my day after you growl in my ear and get all up in my face? “ she waves her hands in her face “Your 7ft tall ass, looking down at me with those sexy piercing eyes, touching me with those long fingers…” she slows down her words “and sharp claws I want you to scratch me with.”

He forcefully shoves her up against her door, the pain rattles through her and ignites a fire in her core.

“Your curvaceous body, begging to be cupped and seized by my hands.”

“Those teeth I want you to sink into my skin,”

“Those lips I crave to feel on me,” his voice lowers in pitch and volume

“Those antlers I dream of holding onto,”

“You smell amazing,” they both breathe out

Alastor reorients himself, takes a breath, and continues “I should like to make a deal with you.”

“I will own my soul for the rest of my existence Alastor,” she spoke assuredly and somewhat flatly

“Not for your soul,” he approaches her, cupping her chin, the tips of his long, slender fingers almost reaching the bottom of her eyes. This forces her to turn her neck up to see him “I need something from you.” His voice lowered in pitch and sounded more intimate.

She raises an eyebrow “You. Need something from me?” She sounded quite incredulous “What?” She crosses her arms, and he drops his hand, her head still angled upwards.

“I am…in a bit of a rut.” She looks slightly confused. He gestures towards his slightly bigger antlers “A rut.”

Her eyes widen as she processes the meaning of his words. “Mhmm..”

"I need your company to help me through it. In exchange, I will owe you a favor on your terms," he said.

She snorted. "My company?"

"Yes," he said, dragging the word out and straining his smile as his eyes betrayed annoyance at her lack of understanding. It took her a minute or so to comprehend the truth behind his request.

"Oh! My company! You want me to..." She widened her eyes and grinned slyly, clearly aware that she held the power in the situation despite Alastor's attempts to portray otherwise. She was a bit embarrassed to admit that she didn’t think the Radio Demon would be affected by mating season. "Why me?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. Her smirk grew as she saw the impatience in his eyes and the way he tightened his fingers into a fist to avoid grabbing her immediately.

“You are just the least objectionable option within my vicinity, darling. Don’t think too much about it.” He went back to sounding as though he was performing in front of an audience.

“Okay but, the ‘great’ Radio Demon never was one to settle for the ‘least objectionable’ option. No, Alastor has to have the best!” She leans into him “Am I the best?” She asks in a mocking tone.

“Think what you want my dear. Besides, you are a doe. It just makes sense. Do we have a deal or not?”

“Okay…I will give you my company, but in addition to the favor,” she pauses, crossing her arms and placing a finger on her chin. “You have to let me touch you,”

“During..?”

“And after. Indefinitely.” She says, her tone confident and unwavering “Do we have a deal?” She sticks her hand out to him.

He squints at her, rolling his eyes, not exactly loving the terms, but considering that he was somewhat desperate and physically needed her at this point, he sighs, “Fine.” And takes her hand, the room lighting up with green as the deal is struck.

They stand there in silence for a moment, each waiting for the other to do something.

“So how shall we proceed?” Alastor asks, his cheeks the same shade as his eyes

Voe’s eyes widen “Oh you want it now!” she exclaims, Alastor giving a curt nod in response. She looks up at him “Do you not know what to do?” she takes a step toward him

“Well… I’m not exactly sure how to get started.” He says playing with his fingers

“You were around in the 1920s there’s no way you don’t know what sex is.”

“I know,” he hissed at her “what it is. I just haven’t…indulged in that kind of activity.” He looks away from her, and his hands grip his cane as though he doesn’t know what to do with them

Voe’s mouth dropped open, “Are you a virgin?” Alastor doesn’t answer, but turns fully away from her “You’re a virgin!” She whispers with a grin “Hey, turn around” he does “I’m not judging, I’m just flattered that I’ll be your first.” She bats her eyelashes at him

“Don’t make it a bigger deal than it is my dear.”

Voe’s eyes turn from doe to siren in an instant “Let me hold your cane.” She asserts.

Initially, Alastor rejects this but is soothed by her humming as she wraps her fingers around the part of it in his hand, and removes it from him, examining it, and carefully placing it against a wall.

“Sit please.” He obliges, unaware of why he’s even obeying her in the first place. She carefully removes his coat, hanging it on a hanger, humming all the while. When she returns she places her hands on his shoulders.

“You’re so…” she runs through all his qualities “confident. So ruthless, and so powerful.” She faces him towards the mirror “I’m truly honored that you came to me for assistance.” Her hand slinks around his throat, her other hand removing his monocle. Alastor is tense at the touch, but since she is gentle and caring with her fingers, he easily settles and becomes comfortable.

“To be able to manifest anything, or destroy anyone that comes your way,” she bites her lip and sucks in some air “Never in my life did I meet a man that powerful,” her grip slightly tightens around his throat, while her other hand is sliding down his chest. “It’s so sexy..”

She circles back around to the front of the chair and places both hands on the armrests, standing above him.

“Can I sit on your lap, Bambi?” She smirks

Alastor reaches out and pulls her on top of him. “Ooh,” she cooed, placing her hands on his chest “I’m going to take these off okay?” She pinches his vest and shirt.

“Proceed,” he watches her carefully as she unbuttons and removes the vest, draping it across the back of the chair. When she reaches for the shirt, he grabs her wrist “It seems unfair that you haven’t removed any of your clothing, doesn’t it my dear?” His brows furrowed

She snickers and pulls her wrist free “Okay,” she smiles flirtatiously and pulls her shirt up over her head, leaving a bralette “Is that better?”

“Much,” his voice bordering on a growl

She makes quick work of the buttons and Alastor tenses before she removes the garment.

“Everything all right?”

“Everything is…fine.” He looks away from her and she turns him back by his chin

“We can stop if you’re feeling uncomfortable, remember that” he nods once and watches her pull off his shirt to reveal a torso covered in scars. On his chest, his stomach, and even his neck. The largest one from Adam, going from his left shoulder diagonally to the top of his stomach. Voe marvels at them, tracing her hands and fingers over them, eyes wide and lips hanging apart. Her nails were trailing behind her fingertips, leaving a slightly pleasant sting behind. She gets lost in his scars before she looks back up at him, her lower lip between her teeth.

“Would you like me to take off my bralette?” She whispers

“Your…bra?”

She smiles as if he’s amusing “It’s a bralette” She chuckles

He holds onto her waist as if his life depended on it “Yes,” he stares at her chest intensely as she raises the fabric over her head, freeing her breasts from their caging. Alastor’s neck reddens slightly as his body grows warm, staring at her newly naked flesh.

“Would you like to touch me here?”

“Yes,”

She grabs his wrists, placing each hand on a breast gently. He instinctually massages them, feeling her hard nipples against his palms. She shuts her eyes as she pulls her lips in, chest vibrating from her moans. He gets rougher with his touches and her moans get louder. His cock jumps in his pants, against her clothed cunt. The jump opens her eyes and she touches his chest.

“Stop.” She breathes out “Or I’m gonna cum early” she laughs

She presses her body against his, hugging him, both of them topless. “How does this feel?”

“Fine, my dear” he responds, grateful she cares about his comfort level, but also growing impatient at the slow pace. She can feel his heart racing, and he can feel hers.

“Do you want to remove your own pants?” She asks, still holding his body against hers.

“Yes,”

She removes herself allowing him to stand and remove his pants, unsheathing a thick and long beige-ish gray cock with a tuft of red pubic hair above it.

Voe’s eyes are wide as can be and her eyebrows up to her hairline.

Alastor starts to feel self-conscious and vulnerable as she stares, “What?” He snaps

Voe blinks “Where have you been hiding that?”

“Under my clothes?”

“Um no, there has to be some sorcery involved, because when you wear clothes you look flat as a board, now I find out you have a whole log between your legs!”

“I don’t know what to tell you, my dear,” he shrugs, his grin turning cocky

She grins “Oh now I’m super excited for this!” She claps, going to remove her pants when Alastor reaches out

“Wait,” And she does. “I would like to do it,”

She wears a wide grin “Okay,” her voice deep and melodic

Alastor bends over to pull her shorts down.

“It’s easier with you on your knees,” her smirk never wavering. She lifts her leg, placing her foot on his shoulder to press him down into a kneeling position which he acquiesces to. Once on his knees he removes her pants and helps her step out of them. Once only her panties were left, he stared at the garment, placing her foot back on his shoulder to stuff his face into her clothed core, taking in the scent that had been taunting him for weeks.

“Ah!” She yelps at the suddenness of his actions. His nose unknowingly stimulates her erect clit “Oh! Mmmfuck…” she reflexively rolls her hips against his face, creating more friction and more drippage that he longs to sniff. “Oh my gosh, if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum on your face!” she whispers

He inhales her scent once more before removing the lace garment, seeing trimmed red pubic hair adorning her light brown vulva. He looks up at her from on his knees and she extends a hand to him which he takes and stands to his full height.

“Oh my gosh, you do have a tail! And hooves!” She announced in shock and delight

“Tell this to no one,” he states sternly. He clears his throat “Please,”

“It’s cute,” she touches his face “I love your body,” she speaks sincerely at a low volume. She boops his nose and it twitches in response.

“You can’t love it as much as I love yours,” he drags his thumb down her plump lips. She catches the digit inside them, sucking on it to her heart’s content. His face turns a similar shade to his hair. For once he was speechless, the rest of his fingers under her chin. His cock twitches in the air, her eyes darting down to view it. With his thumb still between her teeth, she grins. She removes it from her mouth.

“Wanna bet?”

“Honestly I am…frightened of taking that bet,”

Her grin turns evil “Smart man,” she winks

“So…what now?” He looks around

She claps “If this is going to happen, you need to take off that radio filter. You’re talking to me, not a mic”

“Okay…” he says without it, squinting at her

“Ooh, that’s better,” she pushes him into a sitting position on her bed “Now, we need to discuss positions.”

“All right,”

“What position would you like to try?”

His face is full of confusion “My dear, I have no idea to what you are referring,”

She chuckles “How would you like our bodies to be while I give you my company?”

“I suppose I shall take the lead?”

“Of course, you will,” she turns her head “Just like a man too,” she jokes under her breath

“Hmm?” He tilts his head

“Nothing!” She claps again “Anyway! There are many positions where you can take the lead. Such as doggystyle/leapfrog, butterfly, lazy dog-“

“You have experience in..all of these?”

She grins “Yes,”

“What do you propose for a..novice like me?” He sounds annoyed and self-conscious at once, not being the one in control

She taps her chin “Hmm. Is there anything specific that you’d like to happen?”

He thinks “Well, I’d love to stare at your pretty face”

She nods “Alright perfect! We can do missionary!”

“Missionary?”

“Mhmm. One of the simplest and most common positions. You probably know of it, just not by its name. Great for a newbie like you!”

She climbs on the bed next to him, laying on her back. “Come.” She orders “You get on top of me,”

“Alright,”

He crawls toward her, sliding into the space above her. He places his hands on either side of her, holding himself up while climbing on top.

“Because you want to see my face?” she asks playfully, smiling up at him. “Do you think I’m pretty?” she teases. He doesn’t answer, so she runs her hand through his hair and scratches a spot behind his ear. His eyes widen and his ears stand up, but then relax, as does the rest of his face. His smile becomes less about dominance and more about joy. “Tell me I’m pretty,” she breathes out to him. Finally, he speaks, “You’re quite beautiful, darling.” before he sinks his teeth into the skin of her neck, drawing blood. He licks it up and she moans, liking the pain.

The weight of him on top of her was comfortable and cold. A nice chill to offset her warmth. He was thin, but not enough to see his bones. She pulled him closer as he bit and licked on her skin, leaving marks all around her neck and collarbone.

“You’re so cute without your monocle,” she giggles and tells him when he comes up from her neck, still running her hands through his hair, touching and caressing his ears, which were twitching in response.

“Are you still hard?” She flutters her lashes

“Yes…” he’s looking down at her face, still flushing

“Let’s be sure,” her eyes are lidded as she drags her tongue across her palm, reaches down and grips his cock, to which he makes a buck grunt. Her eyes light up “Ooh, Bambi likes,” as she starts pumping the shaft.

Alastor is embarrassed by his animalistic instincts, but the pleasure is too overwhelming for him to care. He’s letting out elk bugle sounds as she pumps him faster and faster, his cock hardening in her hand.

Voe is impressed with herself “That’s better,” She rubs the tip of his dick against her wet folds, causing herself to whimper. She positions it right at the entrance of her cunt, him feeling her wetness leaking out, oh so ready for him. “When you’re ready, just thrust forward, okay?”

He enters her, following her advice. The wet warmth greets him like he is coming back home. His eyes flutter and roll back, Voe closes her eyes, processing the pleasure.

“You still don’t like me?” She grins devilishly after seeing his reaction, bites her lip and moans. “Still don’t like my attitude?”

He ignores her taunting in favor of checking in with her. He could feel her all around him as he presses through her heat “Are you alright?” He grunts out

“Yes, I’m fine”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she licks her teeth “Look who’s being gentlemanly.”

“I’m always gentlemanly.”

“Right. Is that in between being creepy and committing murders?” She smiles up at him. He flattens his brows and pushes himself deeper inside her at an agonizingly slow pace. She moans from the sensation, then groans from the pace.

“Faster please,” she moans with her head back

He grips her thick thighs, his claws scratching against her soft flesh as he pushes himself deeper into her. She pulls his head down into her chest and bites his ear. Another bleat escapes his mouth “Look at me” she growls into the ear she had between her teeth, then lifts his head to leave kisses along his chin and throat. Alastor grabs her wrists and pins them above her head, her face sprouting a smirk; as he thrusts into her forcefully.

“Uh..yes. Keep doing that. Fuck…mmm…give it to me please,” She throws her head back exposing her neck. He grabs her chin and pulls her head back down.

“Look at me,” he purrs teasingly

“I’d love to,” she pulls her arms free from him to wrap them around him and scratch into his back, noticing there were scars present there as well. She surveyed them quickly and decided that her mission was to add some more. She digs her sharp nails into his skin.

The sensations build up inside them both. He fucks her hard as her eyes roll back into her head. Each thrust felt like it was digging inside, her sweet spot a punching bag for his cock. Once she opens them again, she is met with his face, oh so close and covered in sweat, his red hair sticking to his forehead. A close-lipped smile with closed eyes adorned his face as he was concentrating on doing a good job.

A good job at what exactly? Well, despite Alastor’s initial seeking her out for his own benefit, he’d developed an overwhelming need/desire, to please her. He hadn’t time to think about it, but he supposed he had a desire to maybe prove that he was worth something? That he could be of use to her in some capacity? She’d rejected his protection, as well as his guidance, so maybe she could keep him around for this?

What? No, that thought was dismissed from his head immediately.

She pushes his hair back and meets her forehead with his, eyes open, drinking in the sight of her face, twisting and contorting with pleasure at every thrust and slap of her clit. She looks into his eyes, and he looks back into hers, visually devouring each other, each basking in the other’s scent, and lips so close they could almost taste each other.

She snaked her hands through his hair once more, keeping him from being able to move his head or his eyes from her. His thrusts getting sloppier and less refined, both of their legs twitching, inching closer to their climax, him slightly losing control of himself while drowning in her eyes.

“Don’t you dare stop,” She commands him, her lips brushing against his, while gripping a fistful of his hair.

He grunts into her neck “I wasn’t planning to,”

The sweat on their foreheads mixing, she looks him in his eyes “I need you to cum inside me Alastor.” She speaks with such authority, and unaware of why, he felt as though she was in charge. He, the great and feared Overlord, the Radio Demon, felt submissive to this doe that partially came out of nowhere, this common demon, this brat. He couldn’t help but follow the sound of her voice, and watch every movement of her face. The whines, the moans, the movement of her lips, the way her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. Normally he was full of retorts, but now he had nothing to say. The feeling of the warm wetness inside her had stolen his words.

“Alastor,” she whispered his name, snapping him back into focus “Cum inside me okay? Can you do that for me?” She spoke as though she was teaching him something and was making sure he was capable

“We can do that right?” She nods and he nods along with her “Yeah? Yeah, we can do that, right? Mhmm?” She bites her lip as her words turn into moans, and she throws back her head, exposing her neck. He takes the opportunity to drag his thick tongue across it, tasting her skin and the saltiness of her sweat. Her core twitches in response. She wraps her legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper, as they both feel their climax edging closer and closer. She lifts her head back up and pulls the buck closer to her body. “I am so fucking close right now.”

Alastor starts instinctively turning his head to hide the red on his cheeks but she’s having none of that. She grabs his chin and turns it back to face her. “No, you wanted to see my face right? Now look at my face. You think I’m so pretty right? I’m so pretty? Look at my pretty face while you fill me up with your seed. Look at me while you fill me with your cum. Fuck!” She lets out a low hungry groan “Fuck! I need it! Please…please…please cum in me Alastor, please” she begs him softly, her eyes bright and wide. The cognitive dissonance between her innocent appearance and the filth coming out of her mouth was at this point too much for him to handle.

“My doe,” she looks at him “Guess who’s coming for you,” she raises a brow in confusion, as he grins. With one last thrust, he emptied inside her and her core clenched around him, twitching and holding him hostage, just in case he even thought about removing himself. All this while Voe stared directly into his crimson eyes, their foreheads connected. She then shuts her eyes, letting out a powerful satisfied scream, and grabs his lower lip with her teeth.

He could feel their combined fluids leaking out into the towel she had placed down and they stayed there in that position staring at each other until the dripping stopped. Alastor was stunned, he had no idea what to do next, this was new territory, him feeling this way. Voe could see it too. She grins wildly at him and rubs her nose against his, which he reflexively reciprocates, his tail gently swishing back and forth.

“You’re hot when you’re quiet. But you can get off me now.“ though her words were slightly aggressive, her tone was sickly sweet “Unless you wanna keep going, but you look like you’re tuckered out Bambi.” She spoke the last word with a teasing tone, snapping him back to his senses, seeing reality now. He removes himself from her, the air feeling cool compared to her warm insides.

Alastor turns his head toward her “I assume based on your reactions that my performance was satisfactory, yes?”

Voe breathes heavily “What?”

“Was my performance satisfactory?”

“You want to know if you did a good job?”

“Yes,”

Voe starts giggling as she turns onto her stomach, putting her face into her pillow

Alastor seems slightly offended “I don’t exactly see what’s funny,”

“No one’s ever asked me to rate them before,”

“Just…give me a number off the top of your head,”

“Uh, I guess 7/10?”

“7??”

“A high 7! Almost 8!” She giggles

“Well that’s just unacceptable,” he rolls onto his back “I need a 10/10,” he smirks looking at the ceiling

“You can try,” she draws circles in the bed with her nail

“I intend to,”

They lay in silence for a few beats, until Voe breaks it.

“Why don’t you sleep? Actually, never mind, you don’t need to answer that. I already know.”

“Oh please, you know nothing.”

“Yeah? You don’t sleep because it’s a vulnerable state to be in and you hate to appear vulnerable. You can’t stand the idea that somebody, anybody might take advantage of your vulnerable position and be able to…I don’t know, defeat you? Sound about right?” She asks turning to lie on her stomach

Alastor’s eyes remain wide open, as he he finally made speechless. The two stare at each other until Alastor says “I will confirm nothing, but if that were correct, I’d wonder how you managed to come to that conclusion.”

Voe snorts “I told you, my dad is a psychiatrist. It’s a skill. I was taught by an expert. So while you can read others, at least those easy to read, I can read you.” She rests her head on her hand

“Tell me something Vera,” he turns to her. She raises her brows in acknowledgment “Why do you not like to eat in front of others?”

She blushes, her eyes looking away “Um.. well I-“ she looks up at Alastor, who gives her his full attention “Sometimes I feel fat,” she mumbles

“What’s that?”

“You know how I’m like, bigger in terms of my body? Well, sometimes I feel fat and disgusting. Like when I eat in front of people,”

“Are you joking?” He deadpans

Her eyes dart around “No I’m not joking. Not that being fat is bad for anyone else, I just think it’s bad for me, if that makes any sense.”

“I suppose I understand,” he thought of himself, not in regards to weight, of course, he was quite slender. No, in regards to his ethnicity. He never desired to disrespect his wonderful mother, but throughout his life and even his death, he found it hard to admit to his Blackness. That somehow, made him less than others. But similar to Voe’s ideals, the Blackness in others- case in point, her- was not only acceptable but beautiful.

She reaches out to touch his body, tracing scars on his chest, when she gets to the big one, he flinches in pain and she says

“That scar,” she points to his chest “You got that from Adam?” It’s a question, but the tone implies that it’s a statement

Alastor doesn’t respond, only staring at her with shame in his eyes, while his smile remained

“I know I wasn’t there when that happened, but I don’t think you’re any less strong,”

“I would like to stop talking about this,”

She stares at him “Okay,”

There is no sound in the room for a few moments. Voe just stares at Alastor as he examines his own chest and the scar on it. He pulls the cover over himself after a few minutes of looking at it. He blinks before saying “I do want to apologize for my…joke earlier. It was very tactless of me.”

“Yes, it was.”

Alastor clears his throat “I’d like to make something clear,” Voe turns to look at him, leaning on her arm “This will be happening again,” he says staring up, lying on his back

Voe turns his face to her “Rude, this is an intimate activity. If you want it again, you need to ask, and you can at least look at me.”

He sits up, clearing his throat again “May I have your company once more?”

She sits up as well “Once?” she smirks

He looks away sheepishly “Many more times,”

She turns his face again, making sure they are making eye contact, at least for a moment “Yes, you may.”

A/N: Ahhh!!! Thank you guys for coming this far with me into my fanfic! This chapter is really special to me because the last giant chunk is one of the first things that I wrote for this story and I am so excited that you all finally get to read it. Let me know what you guys think in the comments down below ⬇️

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Payback For A Damaged Doll

Sae itoshi X reader, royalty X commoner au this is kinda part 2 cuz established relationship/marriage, characters are 18+, Sae is borderline yandere but not fully, Rin cameo, approx 2.8k words

CW: NSFW, injury (ankle sprain), some dirty talk, oral f!Receiving, very minor violence like just 2 slaps, reader’s footsies hurt :((, no proof reading

Note: TYSM for the love on the prince Sae fic here is another part but this time make it horny, im gonna go to sleep and play games now

Sae prided himself on the quality he saw in things, weapons, items, artifacts and even people. He could tell a great deal just from one glance at the person’s stance, eyes and small movements.

When he married you he knew you were resilient and had a high tolerance for pain as you carried yourself with grace even as a corset crushed your ribs into a fitted shape. As a commoner you couldn’t have been used to these expensive corsets or high heels and yet you still held out in the painful ways of royal fashion all for the sake of presenting yourself in your best image and by extension, him as well.

Yet today, he saw you break

Sae had been leading you to the family archives for the sake of brushing up on your knowledge for a meeting later; this was just to be sure you’d understand the topic of discussion. The peaceful chirping of birds outside the windows as he passed them with you following behind him layered by the sound of footsteps echoing in the halls put his mind at ease, until he heard you let out a surprised noise, he would have thought you had tumbled down to the ground due to just a simple misstep had he not heard the familiar popping sound of a sprain.

His beautiful doll, struggling to stand properly as passing attendants and servants scrambled to help you stand back up, the sight agonized him.

Sae shooed the servants as they tried to help you stand and he opted to picking you up by hooking his arm under your knees and pulling your torso up to his chest; a bridal carry.

“Bring a doctor to our quarters, now.”

“Yes, your highness!” One of the servants spoke and they all rushed off to either continue their work or attend to his order, he hurriedly walked back to your shared room- the only thing he heard from your soft lips were promised that you were fine that were immediately betrayed by a hiss of pain. He shushed you as you tried to complain again, knowing you were too stubborn to accept his help.

“Be quiet-“

“I promise I’m okay! It was just an accident! I can walk just- ah..! Fine..!” Sae felt his chest tighten, both at your bold-faced lie and the pain you felt.

“I’ve sparred enough with my brother to know what a sprain sounds like, you are hurt and I won’t stand to let you push through it.” His insistence silenced you, he was just as stubborn it seemed.

After he had settled you on your shared bed he moved down to check your feet seeing that a swelling was indeed forming around your ankle, he hurriedly loosened your clothes and pulled off whatever accessories or garments that would be a hassle for you however his movements were interrupted by your hand over his.

He couldn’t help but notice the way you flinched when his hands went to fix your legs and brushed over the heel of your feet.

“Sae- please, calm down for a moment, look at me..” you sat up a bit, not moving your ankle as he listened to your command staying in his place as your hand caressed his cheek.

“I’m alright, this will heal and I will be back to walking in no time! You said it was a sprain? I’ve had plenty of those growing up—“

“You don’t understand-“ Sae interrupted you and then himself as he let out a shaky sigh, pulling your hand closer to his cheek and kissing your palm “it.. something or someone caused this, I’m sure of it..”

His affections and theories intrigued you so much you couldn’t help but smile “and what are your speculations, my king?” You coaxed him to continue and he did so.

“… since you have been brought to the palace for me, to marry me, you’ve been so resilient…” he emphasized his words with a soft kiss to your wrist, his actions tugged at your heartstrings.

“Your stubbornness to surrender to the difficulties this shift has thrown at you amazes me, (Name). In all of your time here I have never heard a complaint from you, only questions on how to work around this life.” The way he says your name, as if he could taste sweetness on his tongue whenever he uttered it.

Sae’s hold on your hand tightened as he caressed your skin, he remained alert of his strength so he wouldn’t hurt you. “Which is why I believe.. you got hurt now because you have been neglecting to tell me of your pain, I do not wish to label you a liar but… can you tell me the truth, love?”

You felt guilt pool in your chest and spread like an unwelcome weed “… I assure you, I’m okay dear—“

“No- no, you are not! You’re!!…” he stopped himself from continuing as his frustration grew, he loved you and sometimes your dishonesty for the sake of not letting him worry only makes him want to shake you by your shoulders and demand you to be more selfish in your needs and wants, to recognize your position as his queen.

He stopped as a servant knocked, he granted them permission and they opened the door guiding the doctor inside, as the prince explained what happened the doctor confirmed that it could indeed be a sprain and explained a simple treatment.

The prince stepped out the room, unable to face his lover after making such an accusation towards you, he could feel you stare longingly at his back as the doctor began using a compressive cloth on your ankle. Sae decided it would be best to let you rest as he walked to calm his mind before talking to you again, he didn’t want his anger to get the best of him.

“All this for a sprained ankle?” A familiar voice spoke from behind Sae, he turned and found his younger brother Rin, hand resting his sword’s hilt indicating he is either returning or going to train in the courtyard.

“Leave me be, I have work to do”

“You mean digging into your conspiracy theory about how your wife sprained her ankle? That should be an easy solve.”

Sae immediately deduced he already has the answer, turning to him Rin would have grown concerned at his brother’s expression if he didn’t overhear your conversation.

“Speak, or I will make you.” Sae spoke through gritted teeth, he knew his suspicions were correct; something triggered this domino effect. You had always been strong in the face of this life so for you to suddenly get hurt like this was no coincidence of a ‘misstep’.

Rin was tempted to keep silent just to spite his egotistical older brother, but he only decided to tell him because he was actually fond of you, you weren’t an uninteresting snob of a royal and it would be his fault if something happened to you again.

“Well.. are you familiar with her dance instructor?”

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Rage, nothing but unbridled rage filled Sae’s mind and soul as a violent urge tingled at his finger tips.

‘I passed by the dance instructor’s ballroom lessons with her a multitude of times.. I assumed you knew of how harsh he was at scolding her or overworking her feet.’ His brother had reported to him the day prior, how has he never heard of this?

That rotten excuse of a dance instructor probably faked being polite and understanding to you whenever he would overlook your lessons just to stay on his good side, Sae mentally berated himself for never picking up on this.

Sae announced to you that you were excused from your duties to rest including from your classes, you wanted to argue as he moved about the room and wore his lavish clothes. He approached you and sat on the edge of the bad tipping your head up by your chin to face him properly, he couldn’t help but smile

“How are you this morning, my love?”

“My ankle is still in pain but.. I’m happy to see you have calmed yourself after yesterday.” He didn’t miss your guilty tone, concern riddled his features.

“I apologize for raising my voice at you yesterday, I grew scared and restless and took it out on you and for that I give my deepest apologies— you have every right to hate me for it…” he emphasized his apologetic regret by kissing the top of your hand longingly.

“No— it’s alright love, I understand, I would feel the same god forbid anything happens to you..” his heart twisted in his chest, even like this you would love him? He doesn’t deserve you.

“I have to go deal with a few errands, I will come check on you in the afternoon. I love you.” Sae settled a kiss to your forehead, getting up and bidding you farewell

“I love you as well!”

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“… your highness?” The dance instructor was surprised to find the prince in the ballroom during your class time, the prince got up from his chair throwing aside his book.

“You’re late.” The prince simply noted, the instructor spoke again.

“Forgive me, sir- I had a problem this morning—“

“Did I say you could speak?” Sae immediately interrupted and circled the instructor slowly, hands clenched at his side as he watched the puny man as if sizing him up to eat- but he wouldn’t do that, vermin is too disgusting to digest.

The instructor grew silent and Sae stood infront of him, he wore an indiscernible expression that teetered on bored or disappointed.

“How is my wife’s ballroom dance technique, instructor?”

Silence, Sae grew irritated.

“Do you need to be told when to speak, like a child?” The instructor flinched at this and stuttered, debating on what to say

“W-well She is.. ah, a wonderful student!”

Sae approached the instructor as he spoke, he squawked random assessments for the sake of satisfying the prince and he could feel his stomach churn in disgust at this pathetic attempt to satisfy him.

The instructor was interrupted by a back-handed strike to the face that left his ear ringing and his cheek reddening.

“Do not lie to satisfy my suspicions, you buffoon.” Sae began “I know what you’ve been doing, I know my wife’s feet are in pain because of you, she fell and sprained her ankle.”

The instructor suddenly found his tongue heavy in his mouth “with all due respect- I don’t understand how I’m at fault, sir..?!”

SMACK! Another strike, Sae was tempted to begin punching the daylights out of him.

“You dare speak back to your king, pleb?”

Nothing the instructor could say would put Sae at ease, there is no doubt, this slime had the gall to overwork his dear wife and act as if he was doing a favor.

“The woman I love, the woman I married- your QUEEN has sprained her ankle as a result of your foolishness, I should have you hanged for treason.” Sae’s tone was dangerously low as he stared down the shivering instructor, every fiber of his being was screaming for him to break this man’s legs just like how he’s exhausted yours.

For a moment, his humanity came back to him as he remembered you lying in your bed waiting for him to return; what would you say if you knew he killed a man over you? He wanted this fool dead yet he knew his actions would transform into guilt and it would weigh down your beautiful soul. Sae can’t let himself do that, not to you.

“Leave this kingdom, and never return.” The instructor kept his head down as the prince chose the merciful route, so you won’t feel a splatter of blood on your loving hands.

A rational part of him wanted to tell him this was all immoral and illogical, but how would morality and logic serve him if you’d gotten a worse injury? It was a sprain now, what if it had been a broken bone or something more severe? What then? No, he had to nip the problem in the bud, all for the sake of his queen’s safety.

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You received news of your dance lessons being postponed indefinitely due to your instructor having to move away for familial reasons. A replacement instructor will be provided soon, you were happy with this news, the old dance instructor was so cruel to you and you were tempted to tell your husband but you didn’t want to act like a spoiled brat, not after everything he’s given you.

The door creaked open, your husband returned to visit you right as the first hour of the afternoon began, punctual as always. He approached you with a small smile and kissed you briefly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “How is your ankle, my love?”

“The pain is still there but it’s more of a dull ache, thank you for asking..” you set down the book you’d been reading after setting in the bookmark, he offered you his hand and you accepted.

“I’m glad, I only hope the pain subsides faster…” Sae squeezed your hand gently, his gaze slowly shifting from the intense stare he maintained in his everyday life to a soft look he would only look at you with.

“My dear.. you know I love you, correct?” Sae asked and you nodded, smiling with those tempting lips of yours.

“Is there something wrong, Sae?” He held back a shake that wracked his body from a shiver, the way you said his name made him want to thank his parents for giving him that name, he shook his head.

“It’s nothing love, I just… I worry for you.. and I miss you..” he finished his sentence as he leaned forward and captured your lips with his, kissing you so tenderly as if you were a brittle rose. One kiss turned into two, two turned to three, now he had you laying on your back as he kissed your neck softly, one of his hands intertwining his fingers with yours and the other hiking up your nightdress.

“You’re divine, my love…” he whispered to you as he bit at the flesh of your neck, causing you to let out a sharp gasp that fueled his desire for you. He kissed at your neck and went down to your collarbone, stopping at the very top of your breasts and looking up at you with a desperate stare.

“May I taste you? It’s been so long, need to taste you..” had he been sobered up from the Lust he would have cringed at himself for this desperation but right now he didn’t care, he wanted your approval which you granted with a shy ‘yes, darling’ that melted his heart.

Sae was careful not to go near your ankle as he settled himself between your legs, licking his lips and moving your nightdress out of the way. He mentally thanked whichever servant helped dress you for leaving you without undergarments, holding your thighs apart as his hair tickled your inner thigh.

He licked a long stripe covering your entire slit in his spit, he repeated the action to ensure soaking you before beginning to suck and lick at your cunt like a man starved. Happy grunts from him and overwhelmed moans from you filled the room as your husband fucked you with his tongue.

“Louder, my love..” he mumbled between slurps, now targeting your clit and sucking to ensure your pleasure “I want the entire palace to hear you coming undone on my tongue…” he demanded and who were you to deny your king?

You ran one hand through his hair as he continued licking up your juices, desperate for more of you, your heart pounded in your chest as a familiar feeling bundled inside you. Sae could feel it, he could hear it in your beautiful moans, he shoved his face deeper between your legs licking and sucking with more vigor now.

“Sae— oh... Sae! Haa.. my king..! I love you..!” He could die between your legs as he heard your declarations of love, he tightened his hold on your thighs fingers pressing into the soft flesh, and licked at your clit rapidly, switching between licking and sucking just so he could have you drench his face.

He could tell you were close when your hold on his hair tightened, this was his signal for him to move his mouth faster and encourage you “mmmpf- yes, yes, cum on my tongue love, cum on your king’s tongue..” His words were layered with the wetness of his spit and your slick colliding with his tongue.

You stilled as pleasure washed over you in waves as your husband brought you over the edge, moving your hips as he let you use his tongue to ride out your orgasm he couldn’t help but smile, sitting up and making sure you were decent before crawling next to you.

Sae licked his lips to clean any residue left behind, sighing in satisfaction “Sweeter than the finest ambrosia~” he cooed and you couldn’t help but smile at his sweet words, tugging him down to kiss him.

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