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[plantsandpies]

I hope my teacher enjoys my work.

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Game On

Title: Game On

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1905

Square Filled: Demon!Dean

Summary: After getting caught by the one Demon you were trying to catch; you find yourself in a bit of a bind. Threatening your pride, Dean suckers you into a little game, and with sheer stubbornness, you accept, and its game on from there!

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Light Bondage, Demon!Dean, Explicit Language, and Implied Sex.

Written for: @spndeanbingo​

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

Clumsy. You let your guard down for a second and that was enough for Dean to snatch you up. As your bleary eyes came to, you noticed the horrendous wallpaper, and that familiar musty smell that always lingered in motel rooms. A sudden chill graced over your body, a shiver eliciting goosebumps all over your bare skin.

Bare? Panicking, you tried to scramble out of the bed and cover yourself up, but you could. Tugging again, you realized you were tied up!

“Nice try, Sweetheart,” he chuckled, eyes pitch black as he sauntered around you, drinking the sight before him. Smooth, even, skin, with the exception of a few bruises here and there from previous hunts and scars that only made his dick throb in his pants.

“D-Dean!” you yelped.

“Damn Sweetheart, the things that ran through my head when I was human. All the things I wanted to do to you… the list was endless,” he cooed, circling around you like a shark. “All the times I imagined you sucking my cock with that smart mouth of yours, or how I wondered just how sweet you’d taste on my tongue. Oh, and all the times I thought about marking you up with my mouth, hands, and so much more. You’ve got no idea how much my human self wanted you, but was too much of a coward to do anything, but now… oh, ho, ho…” he sang, “I’m going to make up for lost time. I promise you that.”

“Fuck off,” you retorted, even though his words made your pussy throb. The chains from the cuffs around your ankles rattled as you tried to close your legs, needing some form of relief, but to no avail.

“Oh, but I can smell you from here, and let me tell you… you smell fucking delicious. I can tell that you want me just as much as I want you,” he snickered, yanking his shirt over his head, giving you the perfect view of his toned chest, the anti demon-possession tattoo still perfectly in tact on his taut skin.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” You shouted, a harsh bite in your tone.

Chuckling, Dean undid his belt slowly, catching your attention. As he slipped the leather belt through the loops, you bit your bottom lip, instantly lost in a trance. You had always found Dean to be attractive in more ways than one. He was handsome, funny, goofy, safe, loyal, and so much more. Even now as a Demon, you were having trouble resisting him. He may be a demon, but he was still Dean.

“You don’t mean that, and I know it,” he grinned, now undoing the button to his denim jeans, followed by the sound of his zipper being undone.

“Don’t—” the word came out haphazardly, getting caught in your throat.

“Don’t what? Do this?” He teased, dropping his pants. The man had been walking around commando, and his junk was now on full display, and damn, if it wasn’t perfection… He was massive – bigger than expected, and definitely bigger than you’ve ever seen. He was hard, long, wide, his tip flaming red, and in need of some attention. God… he was just that – a god. “Like what you see?”

Snapping your mouth shut and narrowing your eyes on him, you tugged on the bindings, itching to rip him a new one. “Untie me!” you snapped.

“Before the fun starts? Not gonna happen. But how about we make a deal? I’ll stop when and only when you get out of those…” he leaned over and fiddled with metal restraints, “chains.”

“Impossible!” You shouted in exasperation.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N. A badass hunter who can’t get out of handcuffs? Now, that’s impossible,” he smirked, crawling up the bed, before settling between your legs, his cock merely inches were she secretly wanted him. “What do you say, Y/N? Deal? Or are you just a sad excuse of a hunter?”

He was taunting you to get his way, you knew that, but he was threatening your pride. You were a great hunter, rivalled up there with the Winchester themselves! If anyone can get out of a sticky situation, it was you. This was no different. If he wanted to play games, then… “Game on you black-eyed son of a bitch!” You barked.

“That’s my girl.”

You tugged and tugged on the chains, yanking at them in hopes they would give, but nothing happened. Peering down, you saw Dean smiling up at you. The asshole was teasing, enjoying watching you suffer the inevitable, but you weren’t going to give in and allow him the satisfaction. You were going to get out. And when you do, you were going to beat his ass, lock him up, and take him home!

As you continued to figure out a way or strategy to get free, a gasp left your lips when you felt Dean press a kiss to your inner thighs, just above the knee. It startled you, and suddenly, your heart rate began to accelerate once more, the blood pounding in your ears.

Dean placed another kiss, and another kiss, each peck only getting closer and closer to your deceitful core. The fan of his warm breath against your unwanted arousal was making your pussy throb with want. With need.

Finally reaching his destination, Dean paused to focus his green eyes on you. It wasn’t until your eyes met his that they went black, the same time as his tongue swiped between your folds, tasting your juices. You let out a loud gasp as your head fell back onto the mattress.

“Mmm,” Dean hummed, a smirk adorned his wickedly gorgeous face. Demon or not, Dean was still the man you fell in love with all those years ago, and as much as you wanted to despise him, it was becoming more difficult to pretend, and all he’s done was get one little taste. “You taste so much better than I could imagine. I could eat you all day.” Another streak between your folds with his tongue and he groaned in blissful satisfaction, like a man who tasted sugar for the first time.

With the rattling of chains in the background, and your hips thrashing about, Dean wrapped a strong arm around your hips, steadying you, causing a string of curses to leave your lips at his demonic strength, but you were sure even as a human, he could easily pin you down. The thought only made you more aroused.

Now that your hips were on lock, Dean used his free hand to aide his delicious torment. Using his index and middle finger, he traced between your slippery lips, using said fingers to spread your sweet cunt open, revealing your clit. “Fucking beautiful,” Dean whispered, admiring the glossy pink in front of him. Instead of licking you again, he latched his lips around your clit, earning a long and loud moan from you, the chain clattering before going silent with tension.

Dean sucked harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You shouted, body shuddering from the intense pleasure. Despite the current circumstances, you had been waiting years for this. He hadn’t done much yet, but you could already feel your resolve dissipating. Thank goodness for your pride and sheer stubbornness. You weren’t about to give up that fast. Mind over matter, that’s how the saying went, right?

Alternating between licking, sucking, and obscene slurping, Dean decided to up his game, sliding one and than two fingers inside of your weeping heat. The drawn out groan falling from your lips was music to his ears. Absolutely sinful, and incredibly enchanting. It was literally out of this world.

“That’s it baby, let everyone know how good I’m making you feel. Sing for me, Sweetheart.”

“Fuck you,” you growled, but before you could get another word in, Dean curled his fingers, instantly hitting your g-spot and making you sing. His name falling from your tongue like it was second nature.

He could feel you tensing in your hips and between your legs. You were close. “You gonna come, Y/N? You gonna come all over my mouth for me, Sweetheart?” His voice was deep and ragged from his own arousal. “C’mon Y/N, I want to you come. I want to taste you, baby. Come for me,��� he encourages, sounding a little too desperate for his liking, but none the less, successfully egging you on.

“Oh god!” you howled as Dean continued to hit your sweet spot and suck on your clit. You were so close. “Y/N, don’t come. Don’t come!” You started to tell yourself out loud instead of repeating it in your head.

Taking your protest as a challenge, Dean bit down on your clit with his teeth, just hard enough to send a different kind of jolt through your body. He worked his teeth on your clit, tugging on it playfully, while still using the tip of his tongue to lap over it, swiftly sending you soaring into your first intense orgasm, the chains biting into your skin as your legs and body trembled with your release.

“Shit!” You dragged the word out, your whole body convulsing in a way you never thought possible, and all just by his mouth and two fingers.

Dean continued to work on you slowly, giving you the opportunity to catch your breath. When he felt your body go lax, he crawled further up above you, lips hovering over your slightly parted ones. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he complimented. “And the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Slowly, your eyes peeled open, meeting familiar green orbs that you’ve fantasized about many times. In the haziness of your orgasm, for a moment, you forgot about the predicament you were in, and let your blissed out mind take over. “Dean,” you said his name, eyes full of endearment.

“Yeah, baby. It’s me,” he grinned, but then flashed his carbon eyes as a reminder of who you were dealing with. Immediately, reality came crashing back. “Given up already?”

The clouds in your eyes vanished and your glare was back to a hundred percent, scalding hot and burning into his. “You’re sick!” You spat.

“Hey, you’re the one who said ‘game on’ remember?” He snickered, enjoying the fight you were giving, and also enjoying the war you were clearly losing. “I wonder just how many times I can make you come with my mouth before you’re begging me to fill your sweet little pussy with my cock. I bet you’re already wanting it, huh? Wanting to feel me split you open. Ruin you. Make you mine. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Go fuck yourself!” You retorted, however the punch behind the words came off a bit weak and shaky.

A smug smirk and a deep chuckle resonated from his chest. You were screwed. Dean already knew it. He knew he was right. He knew how much you wanted him, but you were too stubborn to let go. You had too much pride to give in. You were going to keep fighting him until he made every inch of you feel like jello, physically and mentally.

“Are you ready to give in, or you wanna keep playing this losing game? Well… at least on your end.”

“Game on…” you gritted, determination piercing through your eyes.

“That’s my girl,” he grinned, lowering himself back to your pussy. “This is gonna be fun.”

[yearningcalum]

druglord. (c.h.) 2

in which druglord!cal can’t seem to stop fucking up. 

Word Count: 1.5k

WARNINGS: slightly nsfw, violence mention, gun mention, adultery mention

part 1

After the incident at the benefit, Calum thought it only be best that you lay low for a while. Calum’s idea of laying low & yours were ultimately opposites, and that led to quite a bit of bickering. Whenever he’d suggest you go sight-seeing or to the beaches, you’d scoff. Of course, he’d be absolutely appalled at your public display of annoyance, and that would eventually lead to a small scuffle until he was quickly reminded of the untreated bullet wound you’d earned while covering his ass.

               Now, you sat lazily wrapped in a white linen sheet, sitting on the plush, memory foam bed watching Spanish cartoons. Calum had stepped out to take a phone call which piqued your interest just slightly. Before, he’d never been afraid to take calls in front of you, but for the past month or so, he’d been taking lenghthy calls away from your presence. Of course, your mind raced with explanations, but when one of his “goons” had told you to give it a rest, you did.

               Your eyes fell on the clock next to you, and upon realizing it was nearly 3pm, an involuntary sigh left your lips. With a huff, you stood, dropping the sheet to reveal your bare body. The “goons” swooned at your bare figure, relishing in how the sun danced across your glowing skin. You were a goddess among men; a goddess with a gun. Just as you were slipping on your thigh-highs, Calum boyishly swung the door open, his eyes locking with yours almost instantly. A series of lustful expressions played across his gorgeous visage before he collected himself. “Y/N, a word in the bathroom please,” he choked out, and you shrugged, pulling up your tights & pinning them with a garter. You strut into the bathroom, Calum trailing closely behind.

He pressed you against the bathroom counter, lips immediately ghosting along your neck. Instinctively you lengthened it, giving him more room to explore while his hands did the same. “Gorgeous little thing,” he muttered as his fingers slipped along your slick slit. A gasp left your lips, triggering Calum to clasp his hand over your mouth. “Silencio, angel,” he teased, slowly moving his middle finger around your clit. The euphoric-but-sudden high he provided urged your legs to close around his waist, pulling him closer. As he nibbled on your ear, slowly dipped two digits into your heat, pumping just slow enough to make your back arch. “S-Sir, fuck, please,” you manage to utter, and he chuckles. He continues his slow, harsh assault, making beckoning movements deep within your core. As your eyes screwed shut, he whispered dirty nothings to you, practically begging you to hold off on release. As his thumb traced feather-like, delicate circles into your clit, you felt that release calling your name. Just as you’re about to beg him for permission, a hard knock greets the door. The sudden noise yanks you from your thought, and your eyes lock with Calum’s. “He wouldn’t,” you though, and he winked at you, pulling himself from you entirely. “Boss, we’ve got to go. The boys downstairs said there’s trouble, and they’re headed up.” He smirks at you, that shit-eating grin tearing you apart. “You’ve got work to do, escort.”

               Quickly you grab your gun holster, wrapping it around your waist. Within seconds of slipping on a La Perla lingerie set, compliments of Calum, there’s an unsettling knock at the door. Calum stands in front of you as an awfully cliché attempt of shielding you. “Hey, idiot. I’m supposed to be protecting you. Move.” He chuckles nervously, clutching his glock before taking place behind the granite nightstand. As the door busts open, shots are fired, and it’s all a quick blur. You find yourself gripping the arm of an attacker, flipping him over your shoulder & putting two bullets where his eyes are. “A shame you’re ruining your cute underwear,” Calum calls and you blindly, but accurately, fire a shot into the wall just beside his head. “ ‘twas a joke!” You scoff, kicking another oncoming attacker in the chest, following with bullet to the chest. The “goons” assist with clearing the walk-way, and you signal Calum to follow you.

               As you make a dash for the elevator, you can hear a mob of people charging behind. Quickly, you knock on a random door, and before the patron can fully open it, you kick them aside, shoving Calum in and closing the door. “Hey what the-“ the occupant starts before taking in your appearance. Messy, tousled Veronica Lake waves, a blood-speckled lingerie set, and one pink Jimmy Choo heel. Calum stares the occupant, a middle-aged American clearly, down. “She’s mine,” “I’m not,” “You are. Now shut up while I open this window.” Calum strides to the window in the far left of the room, opening it and peering out. “We can totally make this jump,” he grins, and you roll your eyes. As you see the gathering mob of clearly anti-Calum individuals, you spin around to see Calum eyeing the window. Quickly you shuffled to the window, eyeing to see it was only about 2 floors. Under you lie a car, some walking patrons, and conveniently, a fruit stand. “Calum, I need you to tie all these sheets in here together. I’ve got a plan,” you spoke hurriedly. He nodded and got to work, while you scurried back to the door. Heavy knocking and gunshots sounded, and you let out a huff. “Pinche!” You cursed yourself, grasping both of your pistols from the holster.

               In a flash, you swung the door open, grasped a human shield and made a break for the stairway. The hostage ended up attempting to fight back, so you ruthlessly threw him into open gunfire before dashing down the stairwell. At the bottom, you met Calum where you knew he’d be: the fruit stand. You grasped his hand, hurriedly ushering him around the corner to meet his “goons” in their SUV with the illegally-tinted windows. Quickly you clambered in, and as soon as you were sure the opposers were lost, you slapped the utter daylights out of Calum. His shocked & angered expression fazed you none; he’d always managed to get you into some deep shit. The stinging in your shoulder caused you to gnaw at your lip until Calum provided you with a clean towel he’d kept around for the purpose of taking hostages. You bite on it tightly as he poured a bit of tequila in your wound, groaning against the towel. “You know, you could be a little better at this job, Y/N” he snipped. Before you could answer, his phone rang obnoxiously loud. You spat the towel out, glancing at the name on the screen. “Anna,” you mumbled, heart racing. He answered the phone, eyes trained on the scenery passing as we drove down to San Gil. Your eyes were trained on him as you listened to the conversation.

               “I can’t talk right now, my love. I’m busy.” He mutters, and your eyes are blown. The words sting worse than your wound as you begin piecing all the facts together. “Darling, I-I can’t talk to her right now. I promise I’ll be back for the next doctor’s visit. I’ve just got…things to attend to.” His voice falters as his eyes meet yours. “What” he mouths and you huff, turning your gaze back to the window. “Where’s my boy, Jack? How’s futbol? Does he like Spain as much as I said he would?” Your stomach churns as you hear his soft chuckle, the one you thought to be unique to you. “Calum, you need to come home. We miss you,” you overhear the soft, angelic voice say. He sighs, ruffling his fingers through his hair. “I’ll be on the next flight, but be warned. I’m bringing a colleague of mine.” Your eyes snapped to his, and he shrugged.

               When the call ended, your first instinct was to punch him in the throat, but you didn’t. Being the classy individual you were, you calmly asked the driver to pull over. “Get out of the fucking SUV Calum,” You snipped, and he did. You followed, gripping your 22 tightly. As he stood there looking dumbfounded, you quickly rose your gun & fired it at his shoulder, a bullet piercing his skin along with his black button-up shirt. A shriek came from his lips as he clutched his shoulder tightly. “What the fucking shit?!” You smirked, spinning the gun with your fingers before putting it back in its thigh-holster. “You’re a fucking asshole, and assholes get shot.” A smile was plastered on your face until you heard the words, “Is this because you didn’t cum earlier?” “No you idiot! It’s because you have a family!” You acted on impulse and kicked him right in the shin before huffing and hopping back in the car. Needless to say, the ride to the airport was a silent one.  

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[pyro-flug]

hi there ~ i just wanna say that your work is very good and i love it! anyway , if you're still doing the promt thing can you do #23 with paperhat with some fluff and a bit of smut (u dont have to if you dont want to)? and just take your time to write (you might be busy with your life and i don't want to bother)

Note: in case anyone is wondering this fic is safe for eveyone to read, thank you!

“We have to be quiet.”

Flug sat across from Blackhat in an empty storage closet. He tucked his knees up to his chest and then trapped them there with his arms as if it would make him feel safer.

“I know we have to be quiet, Flug,” Blackhat hissed. “I don’t want them to find us either.”

Being ambushed by potential customers was becoming a regular thing with the  Black Hat Inc. gang. This time, their buyer didn’t even bother to greet them, as soon as Blackhat and Flug had stepped through the doors, a large metal gate had slammed down behind them, and alarms had begun to blare. Huge four legged, centaur-like robots had come out from the walls and begun shooting as the two ran to find cover. After dashing down several hallways, Blackhat holding tightly to Flug’s hand, they had ducked inside an unlocked closet and had been hiding there since.

Of course, they hadn’t gotten away without injury.

“I wish I could just go out there and tear them limb from limb!” Blackhat snarled. Flug shushed him, and shook his head violently.

“You know can’t sir, they- they NEUTRALIZED you,” Flug whispered harshly. “I don’t know what was in those pressurized bullets they were shooting off, but it blew your whole arm off and you haven’t been able to shift it back, which means you don’t have any power right now!” Blackhat growled.

“I hate feeling so useless!”

“I know, sir, but…. I don’t know what else to do…” Blackhat suddenly shifted up onto his knees and then placed his one intact hand on Flug’s arm.

“We’ll get out of this Flug, don’t worry. You or I are going to think of something.” Flug nodded, nervously twiddling his thumbs. Then he pulled his arms back so that he could take Blackhat’s hand in both of his. For a moment, Flug traced abstract patterns into the eldritch’s grey skin, but then out of nowhere his spine snapped straight and he gasped.

“I can’t believe I forgot!” Flug exclaimed softly. He let go of Blackhat to dig into the front pocket of his lab coat and pulled out a beetle like object. “I always bring my spy drone with me to customers meeting places so that they can check out the place for traps or dangers while we make deals! We got surprised right away so I didn’t get the chance to send him out, but I can do that now!” Blackhat was grinning.

Flug brought the small beetle drone up to his face and then said,

“Activate Code 07.” The drone buzzed, and it’s eyes opened to glow a soft blue.

“RECONNAISSANCE MODE ACTIVATED,” it stated. Flug was extremely grateful that he had programmed his inventions voice to be relatively quiet.

“All right, also activate stealth mode, and Code 10.”

“STEALTH MODE ACTIVATED - ENEMY IDENTIFICATION MODE ACTIVATED.” Then two small rods dropped out of the beetle’s abdomen as it began to fly upwards. Flug caught them, pushed a button on the side of one, and then a blue electronic screen appeared between the rods. He expanded the screen to the size of the sheet of paper, and then pushed another button so it was left floating when he let go. Blackhat was watching all of this with a stunned expression.

“Holographics, sir,” Flug explained. “I’ve been working on a hard light version, but it’s a lot of work, and I haven’t figured it out quite yet.” Blackhat swiped his hand under the rods and for a second, the screen floated a little higher. “Oh, there are micro thrusters built into the frame of the rods; the rods themselves are made of microlattice, so they don’t need a whole lot to keep hovering.”

After saying this, Flug switched his position from leaning against the side wall of the closest, to leaning against the back. Then he patted the space beside him for Blackhat to sit. He didn’t expect the weight of an arm around his shoulders. When he looked at Blackhat, he found the man smiling in a kind of awe-stricken way.

“I’ve told you you’re a genius, right, Flug?” He asked. Underneath his bag, the doctor went bright red, and he stuttered out,

“Y-yes, sir!”

“Well, I’ll say it again anyways: You’re a genius. I wasn’t even aware that you knew how to make something like this.”

“Well, I’ve been incorporating these idea and principles into my inventions for only a little while now because it’s been difficult to learn how to make something more dangerous with these concepts.”

“Regardless, I’m impressed.” Internally, Flug was screaming as he tried to focus on what the drone was projecting onto the screen. He almost let that scream out, as he felt the side of his bag be lifted, and a pair of lips press against his cheek before moving away.

“S-sir! We’re in a dangerous situation right now, t-that kind of stuff can wait!” Blackhat seemed surprised by the scientist’s outburst. Then his dazed expression was replaced with a serious one.

“Right,” he muttered. “I got caught up for a moment there, I’m focused now.”

The two watched closely as the beetle drone crawled along walls and marked enemies with the set of micro tracking chips it was carrying. By the time it had explored the entire building, it had discovered a total of 10 robots and one humanoid which it had been unable to get to through a set of heavy doors and 2 roboguards.

“Now what?” Blackhat inquired.

“Well, I have a rewire program on my drone as well, but I’m not sure how well it’ll be able to perform on robots. It was only meant to work on things like household objects and fuse boxes,” Flug said. “I can voice that command in once it get back, but in the meantime, I have a message to send.” Clicking yet another button, this on located on the top of the right rod, a little red circle began to blink in the corner of the screen.

“What does that do?” Blackhat asked. Flug grinned beneath his bag.

“Sends out a distress signal.”

When the beetle drone got back, Flug sent it back out under the rewire command, in hopes that it would take out a few robots. Several minutes later there was the sound of an explosion and guns firing. On screen, 2 green blips that represented the robots blinked out; each on opposite sides of the building.

“I guess both plans are working,” Flug stated joyfully.

As the blip closest to their location went dark, Flug threw his arms around Blackhat in his relief.  “We’re gonna be safe!” Then the two stood up and got ready to leave the storage room.

. Flug grabbed the screen as he opened up the closet’s door just in time to watch as Dementia’s strong arms flexed and squeezed tight around the neck of one of the robots and pulled upwards. The squeal of metal on metal and sparks flying accompanied the sight of the wires in the robot’s neck ripping out as it’s head was pulled off. Dementia kicked off the robots back and landed on her feet as the now beheaded contraption toppled over.

Upon seeing her friends, Dementia smirked and tossed the robots head over her shoulder.

“Got you guy’s distress call,” she shouted. Then she ran towards them, flipped over them, and kept barreling down the hall. “I think there’s a few more robo-ass’s to kick before you all thank me for saving your butts!” Her exit from their vision was followed by the sound of more gunfire.

“How many are left now?” Blackhat asked Flug. The screen showed 3 green dots including the one in the closed off room. “Do you think we should help?”

“Well, are you still unable to shift?” Flug questioned. A look of concentration passed over the eldritch’s face, and the smooth skin over his armless shoulder rippled. A few tendrils of black poured out of the skin before retreating. “I guess that answers that.” Blackhat snarled and was about to protest, when Flug pressed a finger to his lips. “BUT, I do have the anti-grav device that our client was supposed to buy with me still. It’s not going to help us kill the robots, but it can help us trap our customer turned captor once Dementia and my drone have taken out the guards.” This was enough to shut Blackhat up.

Outside the door to the room that housed their traitorous client, Blackhat and Flug found one robot with it’s arms and head ripped off, and the other’s top half was slumped over it’s back. Dementia tipped her head up at them in greeting, and then at the door. Black snatched the anti-gravity device from Flug and pressed and held the only button in it as he signalled for Dementia to go ahead. Then she round house kicked the door, and there was the sound of splintering wood. She went at it again, and the double doors swung open with a CRACK. Blackhat threw the device just as a gun went off.

The cursing that followed was far to explicit to be repeated.

Inside the room, encased in a bubble of gravity distortion was a small humanoid creature. They were trying desperately to move about despite the fact that they had nothing to use within their reach as a push off. Blackhat was the one cursing though, as Flug looked over to discover his now armless boyfriend.

To say that their client got away with their deed would be laughable at best. Dementia and Flug both took a little revenge for the way that Blackhat was incapacitated by the creatures ploy.

Back at the mansion, Dementia placed a robot’s head that she had salvaged on a  pedestal in her room as a memento of her victory. Flug was requested to follow Blackhat back to the eldritch’s quarters. Once there, Blackhat literally shrugged off the tattered remains of his overcoat. Then he flopped back on the bed before he realized his mistake.

“Flug!” he cried out in distress. “I can’t get back up without my arms!” Flug had to stifle a snort of laughter behind his glove

“Dont, worry! I’ll help you, Blackat,” he snickered. Then he went over and helped his boyfriend back up to sitting at the edge of the bed. The eldritch slumped forward defeatedly.

“UUUUUUUUUGGGHHH,” he groaned. “How long am I gonna to be stuck like this!” He tried to shift his arms back again, but the tendrils came out even smaller than before. “I just want my arms back!”

“I can be your arms for now, sir.” Flug reached over and wrapped his arms around the other.

“Uhrg, I just realized that I can’t reciprocate your gesture without my damn arms.”

“That’s okay, Blackhat. I’m just glad you’re still alive.” That’s when Blackhat realized that the other was hugging him out of a reassurance for himself. With the stumps of his shoulders Blackhat bowed them inwards in the imiatation of an embrace.

“I’m glad we’re both alive.” The was a muffled sound of agreement, and Flug pressed closer. When Blackhat was able to recreate his arms a few hours later, the first thing he did, was hold his boyfriend close, and wish he never had to let go.

First, i apologize because this fic isn’t all that fluffy, and I feel kinda bad for that, but my muse ran away with me and was like, yeah, this is what we’re writing. Thank you for the request anon, and I hope maybe this mediocre pic of armless Blackhat and Flug and this poorly made gif of Dementia ripping off a robots head make up for it a little. Thank you for your compliment, and I hope you like the fic!