#left meat on your bone?? gotta go

[ohello0]

If your oxtail bones don’t look sun bleached as if they’ve sat on a barren piece of land suffering a twenty year drought by time you’re done we can’t hang

[moonlight-prose]

hi! i recently read the grave of lust and fr stared at the wall after to process it because holy shit. the way you write logan is impeccable & beautiful. old man logan deserves so much more love, like he’s so FINE. that being said! i saw your requests were open for logan 👀 i have this hc that old man logan especially would be really into dry humping…& i’d love to read your take on that in a little drabble or whatever you’re up for!

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note: thank you darling!! i don't know what it is about that old man that makes me want to jump on him. and when he wears his glasses? i'm done for. sign me up for being his whore - IMMEDIATELY. also it's a drabble, but also i couldn't stop myself from adding that gif.

word count: 0.8k

pairing: old man!logan howlett x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, dry humping, old man logan who takes it slow in life, aching bones, sweat, again he's filthier when he's older.

He eases you through it. Each kiss soft and languid—his hands a heavy press against the meat of your hips. A long day spent outside left the both of you withered by the scorching heat of the sun. The weariness lingered on your bones, wringing you free of what little energy you managed to hold onto.

"We gotta shower baby," he mumbles, his words a soft puff of air on your cheek.

Sweat still clings to the back of your neck, sticky and warm. And Logan bets if he drags his tongue along your throat he could taste the salt directly off your skin. The sweetness of it, a drug he couldn't resist.

The many times you claimed to like him like this—sweaty and hot from a day's work—he laughed. Just another sugar coated jumble of words to make him smile, to give him something to be happy about. He started to believe you the second you clambered into his lap, sitting pretty and soft on his thick thighs. Fingers now a tight latch in his hair as he shifted you closer.

"Not yet," you whisper.

His argument is on the tip of his tongue—ready to release with a tap to your ass. Your hips dragging heavy along his cuts him off from every saying the words. The groan that rips from his chest is loud. Unhinged and desperate. And you smile into his skin knowing you have him right where you want him.

"You're gonna fuckin' kill me one day."

"You're not dead yet old man."

He grunts, fingers a deep dig into your hips, and drags you across his lap again. There's no denying the delicious ache that begins to tug at his body at the feeling of you grinding on his growing cock. You whimper in his neck and tug at the back of his hair and Logan yearns to keep you right there for the rest of the fucking day.

Fuck taking a shower. He's only getting messy the second your own and naked for him to play with.

"Think you can cum for me bub?"

Working your hips over him in quick thrusts causes your legs to stutter, muscles pulling tight with al scream of protest. The soft heat of a building release teases at your cunt. A rhythmic pulse each time your jeans catch perfectly against your clit—his body strong and hard beneath you.

You wonder if he's leaking into his jeans. If his cock is that exquisite color of deep red that led right along the thick vein you could practically taste.

The sharp groan echoes in the small living room, his chest rumbling beneath you with each quick panted breath. Your lips find their way back to his in a wet and sloppy kiss you feel down to your toes. His tongue is a hot press inside your mouth—hips jerking up to meet you with each thrust.

Until you can no longer deny that you're about to cum right fucking now and you want him to do the same. Biting down on his lip, you suck it into your mouth as he fucks up into you like the clothes no longer exist. The barriers disappear, his touch isn't clutched into your t-shirt and yours isn't lost in his white beater. You can practically feel his cock plunge into your soaked cunt.

The thought leaves you panting, begging for more.

"I'm gonna–"

"I know," he growls, his hips a rapid drag along yours. "Let go, yeah? I'll fuck ya right after this."

His cock jolts in his jeans and that does it. You're moaning into his mouth, clamping tight around nothing, and trembling on his lap as if he'd just fucked your second, third, and fourth orgasm from you. It's debilitating how that sucks everything out of you. How muscles you didn't know were real now shouted at you in pain.

You pull back fast enough to see his eyes fall shut, lips parting in a hoarse shout as he grinds his hips up into you one last time. Spurting directly into the denim he'd have to chuck in the wash minutes after this.

The sigh he lets out is heavy. All the energy he had left to get in the shower, now withers into the couch cushions. And if he was a younger man, he'd fuck you on them minutes after this. He'd peel the clothes off your sweaty body and lick the mess between your thighs clean.

He'll be lucky if he can open his eyes to see you though.

"Nap?" you ask softly, head burrowing into the junction of his neck and shoulder. A place solely meant for you.

"Mm." He sighs again, hands sliding up your back. "Shower."

"Logan–"

"Then a nap."

The laugh you muffle against the skin of his shoulder is answer enough for him.

[princessbrunette]

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rafe wasn’t a big sweatpants wearer.

he liked to think of himself as matured, classy, reeking of money. sweatpants was something he associated with being a slob, lazing around, not getting off your ass and working. that didn’t mean he didn’t own a few pairs— you know, for sleeping, lounging, etcetera.

because of his dislike for the garment, you’d rarely see him in anything other than work slacks or kook-y board shorts, which is why when he brushed past you in the hallway of tanny-hill, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tshirt — you were lost for words.

“wh—where are you going?” you all but mewl, quietly padding behind him as he frantically searches the bowl placed on the chest by the door.

“uh, gotta run n’see barry— the fuck are my keys? you seen ‘em?” he stressed, itching his forehead as he thinks about where he might’ve left them.

“no, uhm… you’re going out dressed like that?” you ask.

grey sweatpants — a grown man’s lingerie. with each step rafe took, it became abundantly clear that he’d skipped out on boxers today, something he never did, true lazy-day style. his dick print hung heavy in the centre below the draw strings, thick and causing a bump in the soft fabric. he glances down at himself upon following your gaze and shrugs obviously.

“laundry day.” he stops his search to face you properly, eyeing you where you stand. “the hells with you, seem all out of it today.” his voice is low and tired, and you can’t help but bite down on your glossy bottom lip, stepping towards him. you say nothing, staring up at him— and he stares back, eyes vacant and lips parted. you stand on your tip-toes and kiss him.

he kissed back, albeit confused— and as soon as you pressed your body to his, feeling his bulge right on your tummy — something took over you. it wasn’t enough that you were ovulating, the sweatpants were making you feral.

you quickly pull away to sink to your knees, a hand stroking his hip bone as you start to leave kisses to his clothed cock, the meat of it instinctually hardening beneath your trained touch. he smirks for a moment in disbelief, watching the way you mouth at him — humming like you were the one being pleased.

“alright, hey— i get it. ‘think sarah’s home. you—you want her comin’ down the stairs n’seeing the shit? stand up, kid.” he reluctantly reprimands you, giving your jaw a firm little tap but you only whine and pull him closer— your open mouth breathing hot air onto his growing erectjon, flat of your tongue pressed to the soft fabric between loving kisses.

“s’okay dad just wanna give you kisses.” it comes out muffled, distracted, like you don’t actually know what you’re saying. he licks his lips irritably at you not listening, eyes fluttering before he grabs your jaw, pulling you up to stand.

“i said alright. easy, yeah?” he warns once he’s closer to eye level with you, still gripping your jaw. you grin, all slick-lipped and glassy eyed.

“can’t go out anymore daddy, not like that.” you point to his crotch, your mouth having darkened the light grey fabric all around his hardened bulge— making it obvious something had gone down. it was true, he couldn’t go out like that. barry was always looking for new things to tease rafe about, and this would be giving him perfect ammunition. he presses his lips together, nostrils flaring before he lets go of your face, the same hand reaching round to the back of you, grabbing the back of your little booty shorts and yanking, using the momentum to spin you suddenly to face the same way as him.

as soon as you’re facing the other way he slaps your ass, before prodding at your shoulder — signifying for you to walk toward the stairs. “shit, little brat. start walkin’, think you owe me something.”

you giggle, slowing your pace like you were gonna come back with another retort but he simply gives your shoulder another little shove — practically bullying you. “said go, didn’t i?”

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[vxxxxed]

I'd love to talk about Butcher!Simon. >u<

He's my favorite fucked up special boy. I like to think he has a set of Damascus knives that he keeps perfectly sharp.

Maybe he sees the reader coming in, buying the cheap stuff, barely talking to the cashier, scared when the package bleeds at the edges. He watches for them again, sending the cashier on break so he could talk to them finally.

Maybe they hand him a crumpled wad of bills. He notices the bruises on their arms. So what if the cut of meat he gives them is worth more than they paid? Can't have his shy birdie going hungry.

Maybe they come home one day to him sitting on their couch. Their abusive partner is gone. The tub is a little pink, but that's okay.

Maybe he reassures them through their tears that he's nothing like the meat he cuts up.

[TWs for idek how to tag this, brief implied cannibalism and kinda mentions of how you'd butcher your lover to eat them but it ends there and none of that actually happens and no one's intending for it to you're just talking about it?]

I was gonna say I don't have anything to add to this but if I may go off on a tangent (excerpt from a fic I'm working on), Ghost who is in the 141, left his old life behind (not like he had a choice when it was all taken from him anyway), but he retained all the stuff he learned when he was younger. You see a couple YouTube shorts from hunters explaining how to cut up their kills, and get interested about the process. And maybe that turns into some sort of weird form of intimacy between the two of you. (Alternative working title: Autism be Damned, That Boy Can Meat)

..."Bloody 'ell, watch the pet names there, luv. I might start thinkin' you fancy me or somethin'," he teased, his voice a low rumble that was honestly weirdly satisfying to listen to now that your cheek was pressed to his sternum. "If you wanna learn about cuts a' meat, might as well 'ave a quick lesson. You got a pen and paper there?" He asked dryly, his own form of humour as he rubbed circles against the back of your neck with his thumb.

"Start with the basics, yeah? Prime cuts are gonna be the tenderest, 'cause they come from the least-worked muscles. Ribeye, sirloin, that sorta thing. Gotta keep 'em cold to preserve the fat, though. You let that melt, and you lose flavour."

As he spoke, Simon's hands moved almost unconsciously, mimicking the motions of breaking down a side of beef. His slightly chilly fingers traced invisible lines across your back, mapping out different sections, trying to remember. "Then you got your secondary cuts - brisket, short ribs, that sorta thing. Tougher, but full o' flavour if you cook 'em right. Need time and low heat to break down all that connective tissue."

He hesitated, eyebrows furrowing slightly as he tried to remember more specifics. "Ah, you got your off-cuts too. Offal, bones, all'at. Nothin' goes to waste in a proper butcher shop. Even got some fancy restaurants that'll pay good money for that stuff nowadays." Another pause, "Well, used to, anyway."

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"Trying to figure out how you'd butcher me, Simon?" You'd giggled at the feeling of his fingertips tracing your ribs, but there was nothing but trust and love in your eyes.

Like his own perfect little lamb.

[stupidvillainousposts]

Ahh, more Werewolf Gene AU stuff

Stan would be terrible at teaching the pups how to be werewolves, I just know it

Stan: And then, once you've dropped the box in the hole, you turn around and bury it! Like you're playing a game of... uh... I dunno, would "Hide the Money" be considered a game?

Dipper: Grunkle Stan? Do we have to bury this money?

Stan: Kiddo, sometimes you have to bury an insane amount of money in the middle of the woods to make it in this crazy world.

Mabel, wagging her tail: Yeah, Dipper! We gotta beat the bank to the punch!

Dipper: The punch of what, though?

Stan: *Puts His Hands on the Kids' Shoulders* All the steaks and bones in the world.

Dipper and Mabel: Woooooow.

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Dipper: Grunkle Stan? Grunkle Fidds?

Stan: Whaddup?

Fidds: Is somethin' wrong, honey?

Dipper: I mean... I wouldn't really say wrong, so much as... horribly terribly awful?

Stan, going tense: Dipper, what does that mean?

Dipper: Well... I may or may not have dared Mabel to blend a bunch of random food and toothpaste together and eat it all.

Fidds, completely exasperated: And why, pray tell, would ya do somethin' like that?

Dipper: She bit my ear too hard while we were playing...

Stan, relaxing slightly: Okay, so where exactly does the "horribly terribly awful" part come in?

Dipper: I think Mabel has food poisoning... werewolves don't have advanced immune systems, do we?

Stan: Not when we're eating things that would make Gordon Ramsay die on sight, we don't.

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Mabel: Grunkle Stan? Why does Grunkle Fidds get so mad when me and Dipper accidentally pop his blood bags?

Stan: Well, those bags are the only thing keeping your Grunkle Fidds from going crazy and killing people, Pumpkin. He's gotta drink blood to survive, just like we've gotta eat meat.

Mabel: Okay, okay. Where does he get the blood from?

Stan: I think it's time we stopped talking for now.

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Fidds, tucking Dipper into bed: G'night, Mason. Y'all have a good sleep.

Dipper: I'll sleep well when I figure out how to sleep without crushing my tail every time I sleep the wrong way.

Fidds: Aw, I'm sorry, hon. Would ya like me t' try and make ya somethin' t' sleep better?

Dipper: Nah, I'll just train my body to stay still like a log when I sleep. Then I'll be pain free!

Fidds: *Chuckles* Alright, Mason. Do what ya gotta do.

Stan, dragging Mabel into the room by her left leg: Comin' through with a stray! *Drops Mabel Onto Her Bed*

Mabel: *Squeals with Glee*

Stan, smirking: Alright, you. Sleep. Now.

Mabel: But Grunkle Stan! I'm not tired! *Passes Out Literally One Second Later*

Stan, to Dipper: Night, kid.

Dipper, trying not to laugh: Goodnight Grunkle Stan.

[hunnysnoops]

Main Three + Craig with morbid/odd reader

“I want love to change my friends to enemies and tell me how it’s all my fault.”

Stan:

He lets you draw on him but instead of doodling you take a black marker and start to meticulously draw dotted lines and arrows like you’re a surgeon prepping him for cosmetic surgery.

While helping him with farm chores you go into detail about how you can compost and break down a corpse in soil, he just kinda nods along.

You give him tarot readings every week. He thought they were fake and just did it to entertain you until his week played out exactly like you said it would. When he realized he just froze up and went non verbal.

Stan- “Hey, do you have any spells to curse my dad?”

Met him when he was in his goth era.

The two of you were having a moment in the rain when you told him that he should’ve worn shoes with rubber soles in case he gets struck by lightning.

You started writing his eulogy when you were laying in bed together, bro was trying not to freak out. Just spam texted Kyle.

You’re date idea is taking him to an abandoned house.

You guys bonded over music. Now you help him write songs since you’re so used to writing poetry.

Reader- “You’re into music?”

Stan- “Yeah, I guess so.”

Reader- “Have you heard Carnival of the Animals, R. 125: Aquarium composed by Camille Saint-Saëns and performed by Philippe Entremont, Gaby Casadesus, and Yo-Yo Ma?”

Stan- “Can’t say I have.”

Kyle:

Has veiny arms so when the two of you are just chilling you’ll put your finger on one of the veins and start talking about what would happen if you severed it. He’s lowkey interested from a scientific standpoint.

You’ll straddle his hips and pull his lips back to look at his teeth, poking around in his mouth like a dentist. You’re inches apart.

Reader- “Wow, you have beautiful teeth.”

Kyle- “Thank you?”

He’s kinda fascinated by you but also repulsed by some of the things you do/say.

He came to your house and you were butchering your own meat, left right away.

You listen to The Cure together.

When you climb trees to look for birds and squirrels he’ll climb too to help you.

Will get mad annoyed after listening to you say incredibly out of pocket things while he’s trying to focus on something.

He’ll buy you little knickknacks that remind him of you.

Before he got to know you, he talked mad shit.

Sometimes gets super freaked out by your behaviour, you straight up give him the heebie-jeebies.

Reader- “So this is my collection of human teeth.”

Kyle- “All of those are yours, right?”

Reader- “Actually, none of them are mine.” 😁

Kyle- 😨

Kenny:

Sits through horror movies and weird foreign films with you. He didn’t like it at first but he came around and started sourcing out movies he’d think you like.

You took him to a Wicca ceremony and he had the time of his life.

You taught him how to make flower crowns and now he makes them all the time. He likes to give them to Karen.

When he sees something off-putting or creepy he will immediately take a picture and send it to you.

Reader- “Hey, it’s raining. Do you want to go look for earth worms and build a worm colosseum?”

Kenny- “Hell yeah.”

He likes to go for walks in the forest with you, you guys will look for bugs and pick them up or make them houses of leaves and twigs.

He’ll help you wash the skulls/bones you find.

Never really minded that you were weird, he approached you first because he thought you were hot.

He loves when you play with his hair and tie little braids into it.

You guys tried to recreate The Blair Witch Project but failed miserably when you actually got lost in the woods.

You’ll meet up at the graveyard and just sit in the grass while you talk about ghosts and ghouls. Sometimes you’ll walk around and stop at a specific grave and guess how they died.

Reader- “Would you rather be in Cannibal Holocaust or The Poughkeepsie Tapes?”

Kenny- “Erm, I gotta pick The Poughkeepsie Tapes.”

Craig:

Generally goes along with whatever you want to do.

Reader- “Can we go down to the riverbank to pickup fish heads and then eat out their eyes?”

Craig- “Yeah, sure.”

He’ll just watch you roll around in the mud or set little twig piles on fire, he won’t join in but he also won’t interfere.

You’ll talk to Stripe, not in the baby voice that people usually use to talk to animals but your tone will be dead serious like you’re talking to a grown adult.

The two of you will watch true crime documentaries together.

He’ll fuck up anyone who calls you weird or a freak.

When you’re out in public, you’ll point someone out and predict how they’re going to die.

There’s nothing you can do that’ll shock him, he’s unfazed by everything that you say.

Sometimes gets concerned with you around Stripe.

You’ll disappear for hours at a time and he’ll get worried, sending you a million texts then you’ll randomly show up at his door soaking wet or covered in dirt with no warning.

Craig- “Where have you been? You weren’t answering my texts.”

Reader- “I was meeting with a friend of mine who is alive.”

Craig- “Oh, that’s cool.”

Requests are open! I’m working through a couple right now. Thanks to the anon who requested this.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Siblings With A Chubby Partner

Yes I’m projecting. Shush. It’s hard to lose weight when you have heart problems lemme have this

Warnings: 16+ There isn’t any sex, but there will be sexual themes. Also talks about fat phobia, bullying and such. Along with a small bit of food struggles and topics of eating problems

Writing Comission’s Open

William ‘Bill’

There is just something so nice about it. He himself is a, rather, thin and lanky man. The job quite literally sucks the life out of you. So you are always such a massive comfort to him. How you are able to help him stay so warm, and how he can just wrap his arms around you. Let his bones rest, after a long day, and embrace you. To be able to share a big meal with you, and have it adored. Since being a curse breaker is so draining, it’s a given that comfort food is left and right. So there’s something so kind in sharing it with someone, instead of eating alone. There is also something so thrilling about it all. Whenever the full moon comes around, and he has handfuls to enjoy. To have so much flesh and skin to bite and claw at. Make sure everyone’s knows who you belong to. He likes it, he won’t lie. Especially the morning cuddles. Letting his head rest on your soft chest, and holding you close. Fingers tracing the scars he’s left behind. It’s soothing, to the wolf in ginger clothing

Charlie

Oh he loves himself someone with meat on their bones. He himself has some too. Muscle is tense when flexed. When it’s not? SQUISH. So he damn well knows that just because someone’s got some extra squish, it doesn’t mean they aren’t able to still kick your ass. Oh he loves himself a partner that’s got meat on the bone. Mans is always behind you, with his hands on your stomach. Playful squishes. Never to insult. Just always very all mine. Not to mention a good excuse to show off his cooking skills. You gotta be creative when always camping. Finally someone to enjoy the meat he always endlessly has. That’s something he loves. Sharing food. Especially meat. Oh you bet your ass there’s alot of meat in your future. Along with aggressive claiming, and not being just a man who watches dragons breed. He’s gotta claim his own mate, and enjoy all that they can give. What can he say? He’s about as much dragon as he was Weasley. He likes em big, warm, and dangerous. The fact you thought it was smart to date him? Oh yeah. You are dangerous alright.

Percy

He’s a bit of a mama’s boy, so having a partner on the softer side certainly isn’t the worse. Not to mention there is a strange pride to it all. That his job is high paying enough to never have to worry about food. Every Weasley has money paranoia. Even the twins, despite their beautiful jobs. There is extreme comfort in knowing neither of you need to worry. That you can be on the softer side. It helps him sleep at night. To hold you close, see your sleeping face, and hug you. Feel how warm and soft you are. To know he is able to provide enough that you didn’t have to become dangerously thin. It’s a sign of pride, really. To know he can support his family. Make sure all he cares about is happy, and safe.

Fred

Twins, of the Wizard kind, share it all. Such as the enjoyment of someone soft. Fred sure does like to show you off, in a sense. To brag about how pretty you are, and how much you joy you bring. He’s similar to Charlie, in a sense it’s hard for him to not keep his hands on you. He just loves the security of it. The feeling of love. It’s soothing to him. To just hug you, and you hug back, promising to never let go. How you give him this comforting weight, as you cuddle. It helps ground him. Brings him back to earth again. His big, sweet, security blanket. He also adores cooking for you. He picked it up from Molly. He was the one who cooks, and George is the one who bakes. Nothing screams home more than cooking for someone. Expect lots of it from him. No hungry mouths in his house!

George

Very similar to his twin. You provide him a security, and comfort. But, they don’t always share everything. Especially not after the war. He can understand the insecurity. Missing a ear isn’t exactly hard to miss, especially since the spell that took it is famous for leaving deep gashes. It can be nauseous. Having people stare at you, for only doing so much as existing. He can tell the difference in the looks. He knows. And he knows he can hold onto you close, and find support. Along with someone who would enjoy his baking skills. Someone to share his love again. It’s hard to live with out a twin, but having you in the kitchen with him lightens the load by a lot. Like he never left. Your sweet teddy bear. His favorite co-baker

Ron

What can he say? He likes someone who likes to eat. When you grow up with food being scarce, you develop some food paranoia. Can you blame him? He is rather self conscious about it. Always teased for eating so much. You understand him though, and he understands you. You learn to appreciate food, when it can be hard to get any. Never fear about your eating habits around him. He’s more than happy to share a big meal with you. There’s a comfort in talking over tea with someone. To snack and snuggle after a long day. He gets it. Life is to short to worry about people’s views. Never know when you can’t even get food. Find pleasure in the little things

Ginny

As a Quidditch star, she definitely has to eat alot to fill in her calories. Like a lot a lot. So having someone who can keep up? She finds it fun. She also damn well knows that a little extra padding on the hips is not a death sentence, or even remotely means you are unfit. She sees so many different types of athletes, and grew up with family who all played Quidditch. She knows where muscle and fat goes. Like how Bill needs to keep up his calories for his job, why Charlie had more muscle in his legs while the twins have it in their arms. She knows how the body works a little better than most. So she damn well knows her athletic butt adores your squishy one. To come home, shower, and just slam her face into your stomach. Groaning about her aching muscles, as she snuggles into you. Able to enjoy how soft you are, and the emotional support it gives her. You are just perfect in her big brown eyes.

[writingoddess1125]

The Canary

Me and stupid shit again

Support on Ko-Fi, I'm poor

"Ah, 50k in debt for a linguistic degree you didnt get while working at a grocery store- Can't get any better then that!"

You had said that morning- Your sarcasm rolling off your tongue like a goddammit curse as you headed off to work.

And yet here you are now...

Your ass tied up on the floor of the grocery store while men armed to the teeth walked around talking- you felt oddly fortunate however, these guys were clearly grunts at the bottom of the food chain in terms of 'bad guys' hell they were speaking a language you had studied so you could pick up what they were saying as well.

You had been in the meat section when the explosion went off- The cow statue having saved your ass from being turned into a tube of ground beef, but now you were a hostage..

Greaattt.

"Hamil told us we needed the hostages, 6 of them exactly for this while they set up the explosives down the block.. we just gotta wait for the signal" The man said in the different language. You taking mental note of this-

You spot a little girl and her mother among your fellow hostages, your heart breaking at rhe sight as you saw the man approach her. Her mother clearly trying to undo her child's rope and get her to slip away down the aisle. However pausing when one of the men approached her and the girl.

"Hamil said Makarov gave us the clear so we could do as we pleased as we wait right?" The man said, one of his peers rolling his eyes in disgust and calling him dirty.

"Whatever we got some time to kill" He grumbled, beginning to undo his belt as he grabbed the screaming mother who was trying to shield her daughter away from the possible assault. You sitting up fully at this point and your brain going on autopilot.

"Woah Woah Woah Man! Got that weak of game you have to rape some Mom now?!" You yelled, the man pausing his actions. Tossing the sobbing women away from him and marching to you angrily fixing his belt-

"What did you say?" He hissed angrily flashing his gun at you. "I'll fuck your mother how about that-"

He said angrily, You took note of all the men now staring at you and not at the other hostages- Keeping them distracted... maybe enough for the little girl to slip away?

"I've already fucked your mom asshole- I have her saved as slip and slide on my phone" You say with a crooked grin- A few of the men snickering at your joke, Oh Fuck Yeah!

"What did you say!? Do you not see the situation you're in now?" He growled.

"Aww can't take a joke big guy? Come one gotta lighten it up somehow-" You see in your peripherals the girl slipping away as you chattered.

"Got a big mouth huh? Why don't we put it to use?" He chimed, you really wanting to turn this guy away from molesting you or anyone else.

"Listen it would be a waste of space- like if you throw a hotdog in a cave" You chimed, smiling as he looked ready to rip you apart but instead punched you across the face. OWWW!!

"Is it BDSM tuesday?.. Eh not doing it for me though big guy maybe rub your nipples and give me a wink?" You say, His friend who had called his dirty giving a hearty laugh at this.

The man glared down at you and spit in your face, clearly wanting to kill you in some way but needed you and the others for their plan. You pretended to taste it like a fine wine, Looking him in the eye.

"Oh?~ Cock flavored spit?- New Age?" You chimed making the man face red as a tomato in rage as his mate to the left laughed.

"Was this a little self yoga or did Unicorn overthrew give a hand?"

He smacked you with his pistol making you cry out-

Fuck that hurt!!

You defiently had a cracked bone somewhere in your face and the fresh taste of blood in your mouth didn't exactly help those feelings.

"Say something smart now!" He yelled angrily.

"A pistol whip!? What is this 1995? Give your balls a tug you tit fucker! Or are they so shriveled up you can't grab them?" You say with a smile, the man grabbing your collar and pressing the gun to your temple.

"I no longer care what Hamil wants! I'm killing this little bastard!" He screamed, you wincing at his breath.

"You can't! I don't want Makarov on my ass!" His peer yelled ready to pry him off you.

"Just put a sock in their mouth or something if they are bitching that much!"

"Well if you're gonna kill me so close a breath mint would be nice? You do realize Tiktacs aren't just a penis size right?" You chuckle nervously, you eyes catching a shadow moving behind the men now all staring at you. Their backs turned to the shadows.

"You know what- I'll shut up after one last joke? Eh?" You say nervously, The man yous been tormenting cocking his gun- you see a man silently stalk out, a skull mask covering his face as 4 others moved in perfect formation behind him.

"No more fucking jokes!" He yells, rage in his eyes.

"Okay- But I tried" You say cheerfully before closing your eyes. In seconds gunfire went off around you and quick screams surrounded you.

"Clear!" You hear sounded as you crack open your eye to take a peak.

"Holy fuck-" You sigh out and give a nervous laugh. Looking at the dead men now littering the ground as the soilders file into the area quickly-

The guy in the skullmask- The one who you spotted getting into position behind the guys comes to you and undoes the rope around your wrist in record time as the other men do the same to your fellow hostages.

"A medic will be here soon to check over your injuries" He said in a surprisingly deep voice- accident not lost on your either. He reached a hand down to either help you up or pick you up to extract you from the area.

You grab the man's vest quickly to stop him before he could, He stares at you hard in confusion.

"Listen, Those guys said that there were bombs down the block and were waiting for a signal. They have others- I can understand them and thwy said they followed someone name Hamil who talks to Makarov... I-Im a linguists and um.. can understand them" You say quickly, The masked man narrows his eyes at this and speaks into a radio on his side.

"We have info that more bombs are down the block- Scout the area and evacuate further" he said as he went back to helping you up. A quick thanks leaving your lips as you pulled off your work hoodie and passed it to the mother to cover her up.

The men escorting you out of the grocery store.

"Got to say, never seen a Canary get the best of those guys-" The Mohawk guy said with a smirk on his face, supporting a old man who clearly had a broken foot.

"Gotta use my gifts somehow- and Canary?" You shot back,

"Always fuckin' churpin" He said with a smile. A laugh now coming from you as you nod. Once outside the medics quickly swarmed all of you and prepared to take you all to the hospital.

You spot the masked guy again- Giving him a head nod. "Thank you Mr. Spooky!" You call out rather loudly- earning a amused glare from the man who rolled his eyes.

"....Your quips- Were... quite amusing.." He said calmly, You looking at the hardened man with a smile on your busted face- The others in his little boy band also cracking some smirks as they walked off finishing their jobs- which you assumed was down the block.

You give a bow of your head in a mildly dramatic flare. Wanting a shot and a nap at this point as the

"Glad my show went well"

Bonus!

- The little girl got out and went to the police that were waiting outside- explaining what you were doing and immediately getting checked over by medica

- TK141 had actually gotten to your location a little earlier then when you saw. However Soap had to stop everyone since he almost fell out at the cock flavored spit take.

- The whole team had been laughing on the inside or holding back laughter the whole time they heard you chirping at the men holding you hostage.

- The Nickname 'Mr. Spooky' will follow poor Ghost for the next few months-

[anxious-acorn]

Black Coffee 🔞

Chapter 16: The Show Must Go- Oh Fuck You! This Show Ain’t Gotta Do Shit! 🔞

Summary: The finale has arrived. Raise the curtain and cue the orchestra!

(This boy is a monster chapter: over 14k words adding to 29 pages. I can’t express how nice it feels to actually finish something!)

“And so I told Rita that Georgie had never tried a blowjob before, and she plops one right in her lap for him! You should’a seen the look on his face! It was positively adorable!”

“Mistress!” George pouted and whined cutely as you laughed with Flora and Angel. The six of you had been enjoying your time as “camp cooks” over the past week and a half, your submissive clients easily falling for Angel and his cheeky attitude.

“He took it like a champ though! Only had a little whipped cream left on his cheek,” you praised as your chuckles died down, booping the cannibal’s nose as he blushed. Angel smirked and ruffled the man’s hair before washing his hands and heading to the meat locker.

The dimensional freezer was separated into three sections: the largest holding Rosie’s sinner meat for the residents of Cannibal Town, the second largest housing “normal” meat for the hotel residents, and a third smaller area for Alastor’s personal collection. You felt rather spoiled, as he had procured some more of his father’s flesh and bones when you had mentioned dreaming about that creamy marrow. You had such a thoughtful mate.

“Angie, can you grab an extra boar while you’re in there?” Sarah called out as she worked on butchering the pig in front of her. You heard Angel grunt in confirmation before he disappeared inside the locker.

Cooking together had become seamless after the first couple of days, Angel helping to break the ice with his jokes and flair. The sweet little spider was really starting to open up and come out of his shell, and you couldn’t be more pleased. He actually seemed to be hitting it off with Gabriel after the cannibal mentioned he cleaned pools for one of his doms.

Out of all your clients, Gabe was the thirstiest, and Angel ate it up. The cannibal had even offered to clean anything Angel wanted, as his favorite kink was housekeeping in a cute little spandex maid outfit. You had to admit, he pulled it off flawlessly too. You had wondered if maybe Angel might go after Husk, but he’d looked away when you asked, saying he wouldn’t want to ruin their friendship. Which was completely understandable- he definitely needed friends more than anything- supportive friends.

Pointing a stool into existence next to your work station, you sat down and began peeling the potatoes you’d washed. Tonight’s dinner would be suidae sinner, paired with a grimberry sauce, garlic mashed potatoes, cornbread and pickled pinkie fingers. All of the ovens would be working their hardest, but thankfully your team was more than up to task.

After only half an hour the kitchen was smelling like pure heaven, and you excused yourself for a break, leaving your shade to watch your station. Walking through the kitchen door, you padded down the hall to find Alastor.

“Darling, are you around?” Poking your head in his office, you didn’t see him, but as you turned around you were met with his broad chest. Craning your neck, you smiled up at your mate. “There he is- my magic man!” With a flourish of your hand, you stepped back and bowed. You heard him chuckle at your antics before a claw tucked under your chin to raise your head for a kiss.

Alastor was apparently feeling some type of way, pushing you back into his office and against the door once closed. “Well,” kiss, “this is,” another series of dragging kisses before he bit your bottom lip and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Mmm, unexpected.” Your back slid against the wood as he lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Very nice unexpected, though,” you finished, groaning as his lips traveled down your jaw to your throat.

“I’ve missed you, mon cœur…” came his soft reply as he nuzzled his nose at your throat, breathing you in. “We’ve both been far too busy for my tastes.” His hands ran up your sides as your legs tightened around him. Sharp teeth nipped at your shoulder, eliciting a small cry of passion as you rubbed yourself against his stomach. How you craved for your darling mate to take you right there, against his office door where anyone walking by could hear him staking his claim.

“Would you like to come over tonight? I’m finishing up my potion work, so I’ll be free at night from now on.” Your words seemed to please him, the soft fizzle of radio static filled the air around you. “Would you want to stay with me? Until Extermination Day… I wish to spend every free minute I have with my charming little mate, if she wouldn’t be opposed.”

Your heart swelled. You’d never tire of hearing Alastor tell you he wanted you near. You certainly enjoyed having your own space, but spending time with him was the highlight of any day. “I suppose I could be persuaded, if the incentive is enticing enough,” you purred, pressing your nose to his in affection.

Alastor chuckled at that, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, and you pet his hair. “I believe I can think of a few things to entertain you, ma chér,” he breathed against your chest, his tongue gliding lightly along your clavicle. You moaned and wriggled against him, arching your back at the sensation.

You felt more than heard Alastor growl, before a knock came at the door. “Hey, boss! Charlie was wanting to go over some stuff before combat training.”

Alastor sighed against your chest and set you down gently, before calming himself to open the door with a chipper smile. “Husker, my good man! Inform dear Charlie I’ll be there in but a moment,” he curtly dismissed the other man, shutting the door before he could protest.

“Well, it was nice while it lasted,” you said, laughing at the dejected knit of his brow and reached to rub small circles at the crease. Alastor sighed in resignation, taking your hand to kiss the knuckles. “I suppose I’ll see you at dinner?”

Your smile went watery at the gesture, tail wagging happily. “You will. And you can just shadow over whenever you’re done for the day. I have a surprise for you,” you said, pulling his hand close to kiss the palm.

Alastor’s ears drooped, eyes glowing and smile softening as a small bleat escaped. You knew that look- he wanted nothing more than to hug you close and cuddle until existence faded and time ended. You wanted the exact same.

Stepping close, you wrapped your arms around his torso, rubbing your face against his coat. “I can’t wait to hold you again, my love,” you sighed out. You felt his arms wrap around you as he kissed the top of your head. “I’ll see you tonight, mon cœur,” you heard him say, before his shadows stole him away. With a heavy sigh, you walked back to finish up dinner.

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The day had been busy and exhausting once again, and you’d been unable to see Alastor at dinner- the poor man was kept very busy himself with all the extra guests. As you made your way home, you felt a tinge of a familiar aura the closer you got. Uh oh… You knew that aura very well, and it did not feel happy. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself with a pleasant smile.

“Darling! How have you been doi-“

Your body went flying from the punch that met your face. Well, you deserved that one. Rising from the bushes you’d flown into, you dusted yourself off and tried to speak before Velvette was on you again. You dodged as best you could, trying to get as many apologies out as her fists and feet would allow. The doll demon was almost as fast as you on a good day, and today she was furious.

“Extermination anxiety, was it?”

Her demonic tenor rumbled through your chest as you ducked a swinging leg, yelping when caught by her heel as it swung back around.

“Well, if it helps, I am anxious about extermination,” you gave a small chuckle, doing your best to appease your angry friend. You received another punch for your effort, your tail curling as you sailed through the air. Landing roughly on a hip, you were grateful for the extra cushioning- otherwise that could have been much more painful.

“Were you just gonna let me find out on Sinstagram about my best friend gettin’ killed? over her stupid boy toy?! I knew you were a horny bitch, but who joins a war over a little DICK?! What the fuck are you thinking, Y/N?! How stupid can you be?! How am

I supposed to handle that?” Velvette’s voice lowered as angry tears poured from her eyes.

Rising slowly from the grass you’d landed in, you crept towards the angry overlord cautiously. “Well, I was more hoping not to die, but I’m sorry for not telling you, Vel. It wasn’t something I was at liberty to talk about at the time. But Vel, I’m not just doing this for Alastor- I believe in Princess Morningstar. While the very idea of redemption is completely absurd to me, I believe she can make a better Hell. I’m fighting for her- for a better future, where we won’t have to worry about exterminations anymore. Isn’t that worth fighting for?”

You were trying your best not to cry with Velvette- you could never handle seeing your loved ones crying very well. You were an arms length away when the doll rushed into your arms and crushed you in her embrace. “I could spit, I’m so mad at you!” Velvette sobbed into your neck and you cooed, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her forehead. A grunt and hiss left your lips when she gave one last halfhearted punch to your tit, right in the nipple- she did know how to hit a woman where it hurts.

“I love you Vel,” you said, rubbing your nose against her cheek. The other demon deflated and hugged you back, her slight weight falling into you.

Bending down, you picked your friend up bridal style and carried her the rest of the way to your home. You’d had to point the door open, refusing to let Velvette go in her state, before bringing her up the narrow staircase and into your bathroom to clean up. You were the dirtier party, of course- your darling doll never pulled her punches.

Pointing to your shower, it transformed into your large tub and filled itself. You chose to add a bit of lavender and eucalyptus before adding blood bubbles- a favorite of Velvette’s from Snatch and Bawdy Works. The other demon didn’t move from your arms once, her face cradled in your neck.

“Hey, little Miss, let’s get us cleaned up and pretty again, and then we can make some popcorn and cuddle up to a movie. What do ya say?” Your offer made the demon in your arms chuckle and tighten her hold around your neck.

“Sometimes I wish I was gay, cause you really are the best girlfriend,” she said, kissing your cheek before moving herself out of your hold. You laughed at her comment. “Darling, even if you were gay, you’re not really my type, and I’m fairly certain I wouldn’t be yours.”

Velvette grinned at that, giving a soft punch to your arm as she zapped out of her clothes and got in the tub, a contented sigh leaving her lips. You brushed the debris from your hair before zapping yourself out of your clothes to join Velvette.

You both soaked for a while, letting your muscles and wounds rest and heal from the short fight. Fight really wouldn’t be an accurate description- utter ass kicking is more like it.

“You really think Princess Sunshine and Rainbows has a shot at winning this?” Velvette’s voice was soft, almost childlike in her vulnerability. You looked her in the eye, hoping to convey what little confidence you had. “I do. She has the entirety of Cannibal town behind her, and with the weapons she’s procured, I have reason to believe it will be quite a sound victory.”

Velvette regarded you, searching for any sign of falsehood, before sighing. She rose to get out of the tub while you dipped your head under the water to rinse out your conditioner.

You were wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel when Velvette walked back in, carrying a package that was about a third of the size of her, and set it down on your vanity bench. “If you’re going to throw yourself into a war, you’re gonna be dressed for it,” she said, her lips turning up in a wicked grin.

Your ears pricked and tail wagged in interest as you walked to open your gift. Sitting on top of a deep purple material was a pair of sharp, pointed metal ballet slippers- your eyes flew up to look at Velvette’s grinning face. “Is this…”

“Angelic steel battle shoes, courtesy of the weapons queen herself. I had to apologize to the old windbag for a little misunderstanding to get the design and steel, but now we’re almost friendly- which is good for business at least.” Velvette pulled out the purple fabric- a full bodysuit with short sleeves, draping it over your vanity to reach for what was underneath. “This,” she pulled out a black under-bust corset with thick shoulder straps and an inverted pentagram across the chest. “Is your new best friend. Dragon leather for flexibility, the pentagram is spelled to keep the twins in place, and this,” she ran her hand over the shining silver tiles that made up the hourglass front panel, “is angelic kevlar. Designed it myself,” she said proudly.

You couldn’t help the tears that fell at your friend’s thoughtfulness. “Oh Vel, this is just… It’s beautiful, sweetie! Thank you so much,” you said, wrapping her in your arms and rubbing your cheek against hers in affection. The doll demon laughed and hugged you back, rubbing at an ear and earning a happy yelp with wagging tail.

“Let’s try it on to make sure everything is right. I might need to adjust the spell on the shoes. I know I’ve put you in some crazy shit before, but these bad boys look like hell on heels,” Velvette said, chuckling a bit at your excited face.

It had been a few years since you’d danced any ballet, and it took a moment to regain your posture. You stumbled a couple of times from the sheer weight of the weapons, but as the metal clanked against the wood of your floor, you gained confidence. The battle suit made you feel powerful. Absolutely lethal and unbelievably sexy.

You danced and spun around Velvette as she laughed at your antics. “I’m not gonna lie, I can see why Carmilla wears these all the time. I feel like a tall goddess in these things!” With one last twirl, you leaned over and kissed Velvette’s cheek, throwing your arms around her in a warm embrace. She laughed and kissed your hair before resting her forehead on yours, her eyes soft.

“I love you, you weird, antiquated, masochistic puppy dog. I don’t want to lose you,” she spoke quietly.

Ears drooping and tail wagging, you nuzzled your cheek against hers. “I feel so spoiled, my sweet Velvette! Clothes, cuddles, and an ‘I love you’? I should go off to battle more often,” you teased.

Velvette let out an annoyed huff, her eyes looking away as a light blush dusted her cheeks. “Yeah, well don’t go getting yourself killed. I swear on Satan’s abs, if you die I’ll find a way to bring you back and kick your ass.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that spilled forth at that, leaning on your friend to keep yourself upright in your new weapons. “Well, if it’s on Satan’s abs, I know you mean business.” Your chuckles died down and you zapped yourself out of your battle outfit and into a loose lavender nightie that fell just below the thigh.

Settling onto the bed, the two of you flipped through channels in search of something good to watch. Velvette perked up and gestured for you to scroll down.

““Ghostfuckers: The Musical!”” You both squealed together, and the night was decided.

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When saying goodnight, Velvette gave you one last tight hug, reminding you of her promise to kick your ass if you got yourself killed, before kissing your cheek and walking away. You watched her disappear in the distance, leaning on the dilapidated doorframe with a sentimental sigh. That demon liked to act like tough shit, but when she gave her rare love, it was given completely.

You walked up the stairs and through the bedroom to open your realm of darkness- it was turning out to be quite a long day. But it was worth it.

Your potions were almost complete; all that was left was to add your venom. Your shade pulled away from you, your favorite blade in their hand, and you lifted your nightie for them. A scream tore from your throat as your shade cut a one inch thick strip of flesh from your rump- you would need fresh flesh in order to milk your fangs properly, and what better flesh to use than your own?

Panting and purring, you took your meat from your shade with grateful thanks, receiving an amorous chirp and nuzzling before they zoomed off to play and gossip with your little darklings. You weren’t entirely sure if they understood what your shadow said to them, but they enjoyed being around their matriarch nonetheless.

You felt your mate shadowing in to your abode, and paused your work to greet him. Your shade zoomed out as you closed your realm, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at their eagerness. If someone had told you not a year ago that you’d be excitedly greeting a mate (the radio demon no less), and your shade would be on board, you’d laugh in their face and run away as fast as you could.

“Good evening, my darling! Are you hungry?” You asked as you moved to walk down your stairs.

You were caught by surprise when Alastor bellowed his mating call and shadowed up to kiss you, his body pushing you into the wall beside you. His hands roamed and squeezed at any fat they found, his cock pressing into your stomach.

“Oh I hunger, my Vixen, but my appetite is for a different delicacy at the moment,” he growled and nipped at your ear, his hands still roaming- seeking.

You yelped when his claws found your fresh wound, and his smile grew sinister. “Why are you bleeding, mon cœur?” He hunched to lick along your jawline and you moaned low, thighs clenching against the slick pooling in your underwear.

“Ahh… there’s that sweet spice,” Alastor sighed, practically purring as he nuzzled against your throat.

“Mmm… Just a bit of flesh to help with my work. Did my darling miss his mate?” You cooed at your lover’s display and raised a leg to rub along his frame. His hand caught your thigh, and static filled the air around you as he lowered himself to his knees, his glowing eyes never leaving yours.

“Allow me to demonstrate just how much, my demoness?”

Oh how badly you wanted to let him, but alas.

“Fuck… I very much want you to continue, my love, but I’m in the midst of finishing my potions.”

A screech left your throat as your mate bit into your thigh, taking a chunk of meat with a groan. His eyes closed and he sighed as he chewed, leaning his head beside the wound. He planted a soft kiss to it before running his nose up your thigh and over your soaked panties, taking in the scent of your arousal with a low growl of static. Oh how evil this demon could be… Or perhaps it was you being the cruel one. Well, in all truth, you were both true demons.

“Do you happen to have any venison in the fridge? I am actually rather famished,” Alastor said, chuckling as he released you and stood to give you a gentle, grateful kiss. How you loved to see and taste your blood on his lips; how badly you wanted to spirit him away, surprise him with his new little bayou and keep him trapped forever.

“I do. There’s plenty, and I also brought home some leftover cornbread if you like.” Alastor’s face lit up (you’d have to remember that recipe) and he kissed you once more before heading downstairs.

With a contented hum, you went back to your work, opening your realm and settling your shadows from the disturbance. Your shade must have joined Alastor and his own- your violent little darlings missed them, swirling around you and sniffing. Thankfully only two kept growling at Alastor’s scent- they’d learn to accept him (eventually). You wondered idly if they would get along with his shadow any easier if yours helped introduce them.

Gathering your thoughts, you built up your venom- using all those moments of desire for a death. The death of the one at the end of your fangs. It took several minutes of concentration, and when finally you felt you had the right sensation, you bent over the bowl on the workbench, bringing your cooling flesh to your lips, and sank your fangs into the thin layer. There. It was an odd sensation- almost like a condom during intercourse. You spent several doses of venom, pushing for more, but yielding nothing more.

After pulling your fangs from the spent flesh, you checked the amount of liquid gathered. You may need to try again later- it may not be quite enough, but you would deal with that if you needed to.

You went to work processing the venom, spending a bit too much magick as you infused it with each poultice, salve and potion. Thank Satan you had enough for everything; you weren’t sure you had enough energy to do any more.

Your little darlings went to work packing up everything and you thanked them for their effort before heading to your bedroom.

Alastor was already sitting up on the extended mattress, legs stretched out as he read a book. You felt so warm and content when you saw this domestic side of your mate. He was home.

He looked up when you finished sealing your realm and walked over to flop onto the bed with a tired huff. Chuckling, he carded his claws through your hair in a slow and gentle rhythm as soft jazz filled the air.

“Come here, mon cœur,” you heard him say as he pulled the blankets back, laying himself down, and you crawled lazily under them. Curling and wriggling into his side, you gave a contented purr. As you drifted into sleep, he dragged his claws through your hair and rested his chin between your ears. You felt so safe and warm; you never wanted to lose this- lose him.

Your dreams were filled with music, dancing and blood rain. When you woke, you felt much better- milking your venom and potion infusion took a lot of energy out of you, but your recovery was much like recovery from injury; it would heal within a couple of hours. You were surprised to be waking so early after such a long day though.

“How are you feeling, mon cœur?” Alastor’s soft voice caught your attention, his fingers combing through your hair. You were so incredibly comfortable.

“Mmm… very happy to wake up to such a sweet face. Did you sleep at all?” You leaned in to brush your lips against his, and he groaned as he pulled you closer.

“I don’t require regular sleep cycles, but resting with my beautiful mate in my arms is incredibly energizing,” he said, brushing the back of his fingers along the side of your face.

Leaning in to his touch, you gently nipped at his fingers, and static buzzed around you. Alastor’s eyes glowed down at you as his smile quirked. “You know exactly what you do to me, don’t you, my little Vixen,” he purred, pushing his hips into yours to let you know just how you were making him feel.

Your predators eyes flashed up to his, and you made a show of sticking your tongue out to glide its way up and off a finger. “You’re not the only one able to read people, my darling, deadly overlord,” you replied, a wicked grin streaking across your face.

Alastor’s eyes began to bleed into black, and your grin grew wider. “I believe I remember someone saying he was hungry, and this chef has her oven all warmed up,” you spoke low, running your foot over his leg to hook your thigh over his hip.

With a low growl, your lover wrapped his arms around you to squeeze your ass and pull you against his rigid erection. “I want to tear into you and breed you until all you can say is my name.”

His words had you whining and wriggling against him, rubbing your soaked pussy along his length. Your panties were drenched, the fabric rubbing against your clit felt just delightful. Judging from the low growling moans your mate was producing, and the way he rolled his hips into you, he was enjoying himself as well.

A tentacle slid from behind him to glide up your leg, and Alastor used a claw to carefully slice down the center of your panties before you felt the limb rub up the length of your slit. The moan that poured from your throat would have won you an award if you’d been filming. Satan, he knew exactly what to do to make you lose control. Your body was blissfully alight, sparking with pleasure.

“Would you like me to use this on you, my little Vixen?”

His voice was deep, almost demonic as he opened his drooling maw and bit a chunk of meat from your bicep, a lascivious moan leaving his throat as he chewed.

You screeched and bucked your hips; the mixture of pain, pleasure and love had your head reeling in infernal ecstasy!

“Fuck… Yes Ala- haaah!” Your words were cut short as the tentacle slithered its way into your cunt, the texture odd but incredibly stimulating. Oh, how this demon set your very soul ablaze!

“Say my name, Y/N… Let me hear that sweet voice of yours,”

came the demonic tenor. Alastor drug his long tongue along your shoulder and up your neck as he fucked you with his tentacle, slowly widening the girth of the appendage until you were screaming for him. His deft fingers slid over, around and against your clit as your hips rolled into his limbs.

“Alastor… Alastor Alastor Aaahh! Darling, I want to- Please, my buck… Please pleasepleaseplease- hah!” Your mind was reeling in ecstasy- you couldn’t think straight even if you wanted to. You were so close!

You felt the tentacle leave you, and you cried out in frustration, your claws raking down your cruel mate’s arms as desperation filled you. Tears pricked in your eyes, and Alastor cooed down at you. He seemed to be really enjoying himself, his eyes deep black pits, smile wide and sinister as black blood dripped down his lips.

He ripped your nightgown down the middle and you felt him line himself up before his teeth clamped down on your throat as he thrust forcefully into your wet, pulsing heat. You screamed as he took you, that delicious burning stretch his cock provided sent you whirling over the edge. Squirting over him, your back arched as you spasmed around him, and he gave a distorted, rumbling snarl into your throat as he pounded relentlessly into you.

Your body went limp as he moved within you, your overstimulated cries fueling the speed of his hips.

“My sweet little Vixen…”

Hips stuttering, he licked at the wound on your throat before rising to look down at your flushed face.

One hand gripped your shoulder, the other pressing flat over your womb- holding your twitching body in place as he slowed his pace with powerful, controlled thrusts. Vaguely you felt glad he held you so, otherwise your head would be half way through the headboard by now. Your mind began coming back to blissful reality and you moaned out your lover’s name- that wonderful pressure was building again.

Unable to move your torso, you circled and ground your hips as best you could to eagerly meet his thrusts. Alastor leaned to cover you as he bottomed out, grinding into you and roaring in pleasure as his seed spurt, molten hot within you. Your mouth fell open from all the sensations coursing through your being, your hips wriggling to try and gain just a little more friction- just a bit more... Almost…

You both growled and whined all at once, your cunt pulsing and clenching in a final orgasm as you bit into Alastor’s shoulder. Your entire body curled and clenched around his, your claws piercing into his back as you pulled him as close as possible.

Sighing moans slid from your throat as you released your fangs, purring and nuzzling into his neck as he held your body against his.

“I had a surprise all planned out to reveal, but I suppose it’s better late than never,” you chuckled out lightly against his skin, breathing in his heady scent as you both worked to catch your breath.

“I had rather thought this was the surprise,” came the sly reply. “There’s no welcome quite like your lovely mate walking down the stairs in her negligee, the enticing scent of her blood on the air. Oh, and how cruel she was to make me wait. Truly a challenging game of testing one’s self control! Why, you have given me the greatest of erotic surprises, ma chér,” he purred, peppering sweet kisses along the marks on your heated flesh.

You laughed at that, cupping a soft ear in your hand to bring to your lips in a gentle kiss. “My darling, if you thought I was just gonna surprise you with a sexy outfit, well… yeah, actually, you’d be right there, but this was just a throw on for some girl time with Vel earlier. I had something a bit more to your tastes arranged. In fact, if you’re feeling up to moving, we still have time for what I had hoped to enjoy with you.” You finished your proposal with a rubbing of noses. “If you’d rather rest, it will keep.”

Alastor’s eyes grew excited, his smile turning almost boyish in his anticipation. “Surprise, please!” He exclaimed, nibbling at your cheek in affection, and you giggled at the adorable display. “But that being said, you could wear a paper bag and it would be the loveliest outfit- because it was draped over this lovely flesh.” He leaned up to nip at an ear as his claws ran down your arm and you gave a yelp, blushing in joy.

Rising from the huge bed, you draped your sheer black dressing gown around yourself and grabbed the new red silk robe you’d gotten for him. His ears pricked when you held it up for him to curl into, kissing your cheek in gratitude before brushing his lips against yours. You hummed into the kiss before grabbing a large hand, leading him through the bathroom to a green drawn door on the wall behind your shower.

His lovely crimson eyes widened in glee. As you went over how to use the hidden realm door, he listened attentively and when you held your hand out to show him the correct flow of energy, he held his out to mirror the action, and your energies mingled. The feel of your demonic tendrils intertwining, dancing with and around each other was one of the most beautiful sensations you’d been lucky enough to experience. Your heart swelled with love- while you were certain you could live without this demon beside and around you, you never wanted to have to. You’d never felt so wanted- so loved and safe. You wanted to stay like that forever, your mate holding you in one arm as your energy swirled together. It just felt so… intimate…

When Alastor successfully unlocked the realm door, a whooping cheering crowd sounded, and you laughed at just how cute such a dangerous demon could be. The door popped and creaked open for him to walk curiously through. “I’ll be through in a moment, my darling,” you spoke, running your fingers over his back through the fine silk of his robe. You noticed him hesitate a moment, before devious understanding flashed in his heated gaze, and he nodded before walking through.

You took a moment to straighten yourself up and zap on the cute new corset set you’d bought down in Lust awhile back, making sure to keep your mate’s seed right where he’d left it. It was perfect for your darling demon! Crimson and coral pinstripes formed a gorgeous silhouette, little black bows with coral gems gradually grew in size up the center seam, leading to the largest bow at the center of the sweetheart top. Black panties and coral garter accents attached to your sheer black stockings- thin black strips down the back of your legs accentuated the tall black stilettos. You thought the shoes were fucking adorable- they had little red hoof prints on the bottom! The whole ensemble just screamed, ‘This dame belongs to the Radio Demon.’

Pulling your sheer dressing gown over your outfit, you zapped your hair back to only semi bedraggled- a little bed head goes a long way! Knocking gently on the door before walking in, your heart melted when you saw Alastor laying in the simulated moonlight, eyes closed as he rested. You noticed his ears flicking in your direction and his eyes opened to take you in.

Rising to sit up, his eyes glowed as he held his hand out to beckon you to him, and you obeyed with a soft, warm smile. You stepped in front of him, your fluffy tail swishing as you let the dressing gown slide slowly off your form.

You heard his breath hitch as he took in every inch of your body, lingering on the wetness between your thighs and swallowing hard when your eyes met, his ears drooping cutely. “Oh, mon cœur…” his face was beet red, but he reached out, and you stepped close to him- close enough for those sharp claws to drag over the coral garter fasteners.

“I must admit I was wrong, mon cœur. This is most definitely a superior surprise… All of this; the bayou, the fireflies, the moonlight…” His hands reached for your hips and pulled you down to straddle his lap. Those lovely eyes shone with romance as he leaned in, just begging for those soft lips to be captured. Who were you to deny such a sweet face?

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you felt his hands brush your hair behind a shoulder, fingers lightly tracing down the exposed skin of your back. His lips captured yours and your aura flared in a call to his, and he responded with a contented sigh. His aura flared around you and wrapped you in his very essence, and you felt your shade split from you to dance off with his own. ‘My sweet mate…’ Your thoughts were of nothing but him- his eyes, his nose, those soft lips and sharp teeth. The sweet sounds he released brought you such an aching joy! How could love hurt so sweetly?

“Thank you, Y/N… For this, for… for loving me. This… I never would have expected to desire a sexually intimate relationship, much less a romantic one, but here you are… My murderous, moonlit belle…”

Was he tearing up? Oh, how sweet your darling was! You smiled softly to him and kissed him gently, your hands stroking his cheeks, his ears, his hair and neck.

“I have one more gift for you tonight, my darling. If you wish to receive it, that is,” you spoke softly, nuzzling into his throat. You heard a happy bleat and giggled- he was just too cute for your own good. “I can’t imagine anything better than this,” he replied, his fingers playing with the little miniature bows of the corset. “Short of covering you in my seed, this is the loveliest outward signal that you belong to me,” he purred, nuzzling and kissing into your hair.

“I’d like to give you my pelt,” you said, your smile buttery as you watched him melt before you. You were met with a crushing embrace and happy bleats as Alastor rubbed his cheek over your hair. You laughed happily as he snuggled you, your tail thumping in joy from all the affection you were receiving.

“May I be selfish and ask for two?” Alastor rubbed his nose over yours, and you quirked a curious brow. “Of course, my darling. One for the hotel, and one for your house?” You cocked your head in question, and he blushed before he answered.

“One for my home, and one for… personal use.”

Your smile grew wicked. “Oh?”

You felt your buck tense just a bit as he fought to push through his embarrassment, and your heart melted. “My season will be coming up in a few months, and while it’s never been anything more than a foul mood before, I am… uncertain how I may react now that I have someone I wish to be with… intimately. I would like to be able to surround myself with the scent of my mate without worrying about… ruining your lovely gift… should that be how my body reacts,” he explained, his eyes focusing on the top bow of your corset as he fidgeted with it.

“You really do have a scent kink, my beautiful mate.” You laughed and hugged Alastor close.

“Oh you have no idea, my Vixen. Why, remember our first night together?” You nodded, eyes half-lidded as you regarded him. “Just the scent of your arousal in your undergarments made me want to forget all about flaying in favor of breeding you into the dirt once I’d caught hold of you. I will confess, I even felt the need to relieve myself with the scent of your clothing as you recovered, but thankfully self control won out. Oh, but it was difficult…” His eyes were closed as he reminisced.

“When I saw you, so graceful, strong and proud- leaping through the branches, so sure of foot. Why, I just had to worship this lovely hell bound goddess of Wrath! Anything she may ask of me, I would endeavor to deliver.”

You were certain you were beet red at the confession- Satan damn it all, you could never get enough of this demon!

Alastor opened his eyes, his smile soft as he took in your drooping, lovestruck features. Cupping your cheek, he brought you in for a series of small dragging kisses before you pulled away to grin up at him.

“We don’t have the whole day this time, but would you like an encore of that fun little chase before flaying, my darling?”

He didn’t need to answer, his antlers doing that for him. Sliding off his lap to rise slowly in a show, you zapped a quick ‘stay put’ spell to your tall stilettos and swished your tail for him, wicked grin spread wide on your poison lips. Oh you definitely had his attention.

“Come and get me, my lovely buck…”

And you sped off.

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The Eve of Extermination

“Well, I think that’s all of the nursing stations filled. Has everyone received their weapons?”

You watched Husk nod to Charlie and the group grew silent. This was the worst part of preparing- the waiting. Not having a single clue as to whether or not everything you’d been working for would have any effect over the outcome. Whether tomorrow would be your last day of existence, whether the friends you’d made would exist after the battle or…

‘Fuck, this is not helping, Vix. Just try to calm down.’ This had become almost a mantra for you as the day came closer, and the buzzing dread that invaded your being just seemed to only grow. You subtly pinched at your wrist, the slight pain helping to ground you in your spiral.

“Perhaps you should give a speech, Charlie dear. Rally the troops, so to say!” Alastor’s jovial suggestion broke the silence, and Charlie turned nervous. Vaggie placed a reassuring hand on her forearm, and the taller demon softened as their eyes met before she set her jaw and straightened her shoulders.

When the crowd was gathered, Alastor tapped on Charlie’s shoulder, offering her his microphone cane with a soft smile. With grateful eyes, she took it and stepped up, every inch the future queen of Hell.

“Hello, I want to thank everyone for coming. Even people who aren’t staying here yet. Cherri…” she glanced over to the smirking woman.

“Look, I can’t resist a fight, OK? Especially when I get to tag team with this fuckhead!” She wrapped an arm around Angel, and the spider smiled warmly as he held her back. Charlie smiled at the sweet gesture before continuing.

“Tomorrow, the exorcist angels will face a Hell ready to defend itself and win!”

“Yeah! Yeah we will! Tell ‘em, baby!” Vaggie cheered excitedly for Charlie, and your heart swelled at the adorable way she gushed over her partner. They were just so cute!

Charlie perked up, gaining confidence knowing her love was there to encourage her. “Yes! And we are going to- - we are going to win! But… innn case we don’t… I want you all to know that getting to know you has been the biggest honor of my life. Whatever redemption really means, I know you all tried. I have seen the good in all of you, and it’s… and I… I’m just.. I love you all, so much… and- and live tonight however you want, because-“

“We’re all gonna die! Hahahahaha!” Niffty declared gleefully, and you snorted. How that little demon could make you laugh! That’s right… If you were going to die, you would at least get to have some fun along the way! Your smile grew sinister as you began imagining all the ways you could cut down your enemies with your new weapons. You’d received two angelic short blades, and combined with your battle shoes (that you’d been practicing with while in Alastor’s room), you would be absolutely lethal to your adversaries.

Everyone else seemed more disturbed by Niffty’s hilarious interruption, and Vaggie worked to release the tension, clapping her hands together.

“Alright! Let’s give it up for not dying! Love not dying!” Her attempt was falling a bit flat, but you couldn’t help but love her for it.

“…Drinks?”

That got everyone cheered up and moving back in to party in the hotel.

Charlie handed Alastor back his cane with a thank you, and he patted her head fondly as he took it back. You watched everyone walking into the hotel, feeling a bit outside of your body, before Alastor turned his lovely eyes to you. He stretched his arm out, warm hand open and inviting, and you took it- the sensation of him, of something real… something to hold on to… it helped.

The crowd had already dispersed, and your mate pulled you into his warm embrace. Soft jazz began playing, and you melted into his hold, rubbing your face into his coat as your ears pinned.

“Would you like to go home, mon cœur?” His soft voice helped to ground you further, and you focused on just breathing. His warm scent filled your senses as he just held you. A practice in patience, you were certain, but oh how wonderful he was. Claws dragged down your back in a light scratch and you sighed at the sensation.

“Just a little harder, please.”

How glad you felt to have a mate who knew you so well. He could have made a crude joke (which could be okay sometimes), made any number of unwanted advances, but not your darling. He immediately obeyed, rubbing his cheek against your hair as he pulled you closer and increased the pressure of his slow scratches.

You focused on your breathing, on the feeling of your mate surrounding you and the feel of his claws digging and dragging. “Would you mind very much if I retired early tonight? I still very much want to stay with you, and I will make a short appearance in the festivities, but I’m afraid my brain is being a brat,” you chuckled out, resting your forehead against the inverted cross at his chest.

Alastor hummed, pausing his scratching to manifest a lit blunt for you to take. You took the offering with a grateful smile and began working on it as he went back to his scratching.

“Darling, you don’t need to push yourself. If you would rather just retire, then you should. Perhaps a nice swim would feel good?”

How you loved your darling demon. “How do you know exactly how to set me right?” The question was more to yourself, and your overlord knew it. He just watched you with a soft smile, scratching and petting your long hair as his aura wrapped you in that wonderful feeling of safety. “I’d like to say goodnight to everyone, maybe grab a drink with Angie and Cherri before I retire,” you said, handing the significantly smaller blunt back to Alastor. He finished it off and vanished the ashes before offering his arm.

Smiling to your love, you took his arm, and the two of you disappeared into the lobby.

“I mean, personally I’m excited. It’s been a long time since I stabbed anyone and really meant it, you know what I mean?” Vaggie was cheerfully talking to Charlie, and you gave them both a pat on their shoulders before heading to the bar. It looked like the group had already begun working on the liquor supply.

“Cheers, bitches!” Cherri handed you a drink, and you accepted with a wide grin.

“Cheers, darling!” You raised your glass to clink with the others. “Yeah!” Even Husk was feeling spirited, it would seem. Angel raised his cup to join, contributing a jovial, “here’s to us!”

Sir Pentious rose to tower slightly over your small group and raised his cup to cheer out, “here’ss to being alive today, and not dying tomorrow!”

Well, that you had to agree with. Laughing at the snake demon’s cheerful bravado, you clinked his glass with the others and roamed over to take a seat at the far end of the bar. Giving a soft kiss to your hair, Alastor left to take care of whatever he needed to take care of, and you sighed, finally relaxing a bit more. You wanted to just take in the moment and try to think of the camaraderie, instead of the constant aching dread.

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”

You watched as the small family mingled, and worked on your drink. It tasted like a mix of tequila, gin and some sort of syrup- perhaps strawberry? It was definitely strong, and you flagged Husk down to order another two before downing it. Husk gave you a look, and gave you your order, patting your shoulder in an attempt at reassurance, and you gave him a grateful nod and smile. Ears flicking, you listened to your friends as they talked around you.

“Last day of afterlife and you’re not off snortin’ a line off some hunk’s abs?” Husk genuinely seemed impressed.

“Ehh, ya fucked one cannibal pool boy, you fucked ‘em all,” he replied, and you snorted, trying to keep yourself from spitting out your second drink. Angel chuckled at your reaction, and Husk gave him a soft smile.

“I guess you have changed,” he said, his eyes proud, and was there a hint of attraction in there? Your inner matchmaker was squirming to play, but this relationship, be it platonic or romantic, would evolve just fine on its own. The two men obviously cared for each other.

Angel softened before an almost wicked grin overtook his features. “Hey, Charlie said live tonight however we wanted… so pour me a fresh one, and let’s get ta livin’!”

Oh what a sweet soul he was. Seeing Angel genuinely open up and allow himself vulnerability with his cherished ones warmed your heart in a way that was almost healing to your own soft parts.

Turning your attention to Cherri, you noticed a very nervous looking Pentious slithering up to shoot his shot. Oh, now this would be good.

“Misss Bomb…?” He started, his eyes darting as he did his best to overcome that crippling shyness. “Cherri?”

“Yeah?” She seemed almost bored, and you smirked. She was a hard egg to crack, for sure. You were certain Pentious would never try anything untoward, but Cherri would kick his ass into another life if he ever did. That woman was a powerhouse.

“I want to tell you… that I…”

Oh, this poor little danger noodle. He was down bad for the beauty. You locked eyes with Charlie as Vaggie began dragging her off. You could practically see little hearts floating out of the sweet princess as she eagerly watched Pentious attempt his confession.

“I love… I’d love to wish you good luck in the battle ahead.” Well, it was a step at least. He was trying, and he was being respectful while doing so. It was honestly quite striking to you- the change in him. You’d been witness to many turf wars over the decades, constantly moving your dimensional home in order to keep away from all that drama.

What you had seen of the Victorian demon was an angry man-child with an inferiority complex that reached violent heights. He’d treated everyone and everything as an enemy- a threat. The demon standing before Cherri now was a completely different person. His energy, albeit very nervous, was open, seeking as he tried to connect with the others around him.

Cherri regarded the snake demon, deciding he was being honest in his approach. “Okay.”

Pentious blushed, looking down to gather his courage before raising his gaze to meet hers. “You are… Have always been… a mosst worthy opponent. With the mosst… brilliant explosssive contraptions I’ve ever sseen.”

‘Awww’ Now this was just absolutely adorable! Whether or not Cherri decided to go for it, you would be secretly shipping it.

Taken aback, Cherri slowly softened into an almost sweet smile. “Uh… thanks?”

Oh, that snake was done for. “Anyway, I guesss- … please don’t die tomorrow okay bye!”

The poor panicking demon quickly made his exit, quite obviously overwhelmed from the interaction. Fucking cute as fuck!

You saw Angel sidle up next to the woman, a sly yet nonchalant expression on his features. You knew that look. Someone was in matchmaker mode.

“Ya know, you could totally tap that,” he commented, his face a vision of neutrality.

Cherri snorted at that, looking after the retreating snake demon. “Tss, don’t be gross,” she replied.

The two of them slurped at their drinks, and you gave Husk a gesture of cheers in the air before you both finished your drinks together. You ordered another one and began working on your third. The alcohol was beginning to hit and you felt a pleasant release in your shoulders as your body further relaxed.

Angel was completely undeterred by the shorter demon’s comment, used to her crass manner of speaking- it was part of her charm.

“Cuz, you know, I hear he’s got two dicks.”

Damn, talk about hook, line and sinker. You couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten Alastor to approach you, because fuck that spider knew how to sell a date!

That had certainly caught Cherri’s attention. You could see the gears turning in her head as her aversion turned to fascination.

“Huh…” A smirk crept its way up her lips as she turned to look at the retreating snake. Oh Angel, that sly devil. You caught his eye and you shared a knowing, wicked grin.

When finished with your drink, you waved goodbye to everyone and walked away from the bar. You made sure to say short goodbyes to Flora and Ethel, and made your way to the kitchen. Your team had pre-made sandwiches and desserts that morning- you had a large stock for the next few days. You doubted anyone would feel like fixing food while trying to fight or heal.

As you walked down the hall, you allowed yourself to exhale that final breath you’d been holding. Alone at last. You loved your friends, but you definitely required a battery recharge after a lot of social interaction- and a month long battle camp assignment counted double, maybe triple social interaction.

Humming a soft tune, you grabbed a couple of sandwiches and a slice of pecan pie. You would offer your flesh tonight, but it was always good to have other options. As you turned to leave, you bumped into the broad chest of your mate. He really enjoyed sneaking up on people.

Looking up, you noticed what looked to be a delightfully macabre crown of roaches atop his head.

“Your majesty,” you chuckled out, giving a small bow. “I adore the new jewelry, my love. Is that a gift from dear Niffty?”

With a sentimental huff, Alastor shrugged his shoulders. “I have been dubbed King Roach,” he said, a small hint of pride in his tone, and you couldn’t help the warm smile. Such a teddy bear…

“May I request my queen’s company?” Those crimson eyes glowed down at you, and you melted.

“I love you, you big goofball,” you replied, reaching your free hand to cup his cheek. He leaned into the touch, covering your hand with his.

“Before we go, how hungry are you? I was thinking that, should you desire, you may eat your fill of my flesh. It’s a special occasion, after all. Sure, the world’s not ending, but we’ve got a big day tomorrow and-“

Soft lips silenced your offer as Alastor kissed you- a gentle reassurance. “Tonight, ma chér, I want to take care of you. There is no tomorrow…”

Alastor snapped your food into stasis and you felt his shadows swallow you up, taking you to his room. Such a convenient power- you’d been attempting it for several weeks with no luck, but who knows, maybe someday.

“What do you need, mon cœur?” His soft voice at your ear soothed your frazzled nerves. You could never tell just how tense you’d been until given the opportunity and space to decompress.

You took a moment to take stock of your body; there were a few areas that felt almost numb, and you sighed as you deflated. There was no hiding or masking around your darling, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Can we just lay down and rest?”

Shadows surrounded you and you found yourself in his bed, cradled in the strong arms of your mate. Nuzzling and snuffling into your hair, your darling carded his claws through the long strands, down your arms.

It was pure comfort Alastor was offering. His hands just kept running through your hair in gentle motions, scraping his claws down your back as he went- grounding you. He silently watched you as soft, crackling jazz played. His aura folded around you, his shadow wrapping you completely in their embrace.

Cocooned in his essence, the soft pressure of his body and shade brought such comfort. Your own shadow split to curl around you all, chirping as they wriggled and snuggled in. Alastor chuckled at their antics and kissed their cheek.

You tried to sleep, honest you did. As the hours passed you watched each other, your thoughts swirled in dread of the what ifs. Alastor stayed right next to you, his presence an anchor for you to hold on to. He was so patient with you, and you would spend an eternity showing him just how grateful you were to him for his gentle manner.

“Would you like breakfast, my dearest?” He pet your hair as you stretched yourself out, a few bones cracking as you moaned.

“I don’t feel hungry, but I would like to have something to occupy my hands. Would you want to join me in baking something? I think I’d like to knead some dough,” you said, offering a soft smile as you moved to get out of bed.

Alastor’s smile softened on you and he moved to follow. He zapped himself into his usual suit as you wrapped your sheer red dressing gown over your black nightgown. You worked on brushing the tangles from your hair to tie it back, and Alastor took over the task as he hummed along to the soft music he played while you relaxed under his touch. He braided your long hair, planting a gentle kiss to your shoulder when finished.

You spent the morning baking an army’s worth of danish pastries, the scent of almond and vanilla drawing in early risers who roamed the halls. You felt so at home like this, working alongside your darling in the charming antique kitchen he’d magicked, exchanging light jabs and kisses, gentle touches and nuzzles.

When finished, Alastor snapped the pastries packed and in the lobby for guests to take when coming down, and you made your way back to his room to get ready. The warm water of the shower helped to clear away the cobwebs in your mind; the stream beating against your skin brought a focus to you that worked to wake your senses.

Alastor had gone to speak with Charlie and finalize any last minute arrangements. You zapped your battle suit on, bending down to double check the shoes were secured before you heard speaker interference from behind you, a smirk tugging on your lips.

“Do you like my present from Velvette? My darling doll made this for me, and I’ve been refreshing my ballet skills.”

You felt his hands gliding over the stretched fabric as you rose and turned to meet his glowing gaze. The way Alastor stared at you made you feel like the very Goddess of Wrath he’d spoken of. His eyes roamed over your form appreciatively before stepping closer to hug you to him, taking a deep breath against your hair, and your ear flicked as you giggled at the ticklish sensation.

“Do thank her for me, my goddess,” he chuckled low, kissing the top of your head before stepping back to gaze down at you. He dragged his fingers over the corset, “she’s melded spell work and angelic steel together quite beautifully. I can tell she truly cares for you and your safety,” he said, his smile soft. “And I would love to know how she made amends with Carmilla after her faux pas at the last overlord meeting.”

Alastor laughed, and you cocked your head with a smirk. “She did mention something about having to apologize for a little misunderstanding, but now I’m quite curious as to just what this “little misunderstanding” was.”

“My dear, you know your friend well; would you care to hazard a guess?” He bent down to your eye level, crimson orbs narrowing slyly.

“Stuck her foot in it, didn’t she. Was there singing?” His wide smile was answer enough, and you laughed together for a moment before settling.

Alastor pulled you into him, capturing your lips in a breathtaking kiss. This was it…

As you separated, his eyes told you everything you needed to know. “I’m ready,” you said, and his shadows swallowed you up.

He deposited you close to Angel, and you noticed the two exchange a glance and smile, before Alastor took your hand to kiss, and his shadows spirited him to his post on the hotel roof. Oh, how you wished for those stupid angels to just come down already so you could fight, instead of think… and worry.

Suddenly, the Heaven portal opened and the exorcists sped through, war cries on the wind. Vaggie turned to look at you all, “Here they come. Get ready, everyone! We fight together!”

Niffty bounced excitedly beside you, and you shared a wicked grin with Cherri as the angels grew closer.

Vaggie’s booming voice soared over the large crowd. “Now! For your souls!” As the fighters around you began yelling their own war cries, you heard the princess add her own, “Let’s fuck. Them. Up!!!”

You heard a roaring bellow as a protective shadow barrier rose to form around the entire area around the hotel. You’d never seen such a thing- he truly was in a league of his own. It was actually stopping the exorcists in their tracks once a certain amount had been let through. Maybe he actually could take on Adam.

There was no more time to think. A body split in half as you flung yourself through the legs of your careless first victim. Oh, you’d definitely be thanking Velvette for your favorite new toys! Blood sprayed over your form and you sped through the crowd, slicing off wings, legs, heads- any part of an angel that caught your notice was a potential target.

Maniacal laughter boomed from your chest as you flew through your enemies, one by one. Why, if it weren’t for their afterlife-ending weapons, you might even feel bad for how easily you slaughtered them. These birds acted as though they’d never even faced a real fight before- and they probably hadn’t, always holding death in their grasp. They’d probably never needed to properly fight!

Angel had his tommy guns out, laughing along with you and Cherri. “Yeah! Come and get some!”

“Eat shrapnel, fuckers!” Cherri threw her new angelic bombs, hitting each target with perfect precision.

‘General’ Pentious pointed towards a cluster of exorcists and called to his egg bois, “all angelic weapons fire at will!” Loud booms sounded as his minions followed his order, and Husk looked to you all.

“Hey! Yelling while fighting doesn’t help!”

You smirked as you slashed through another body, “It does if he’s calling out battle orders, ya goober!”

“You kids shut the fuck up and get to killing! Nobody gives a shit what you gotta say!”

“Susan, darling! How have you been?” Using a short blade, you decapitated an angel aimed at the old demon. “I figured you’d be cannikid-sitting!”

Susan gave you an unimpressed glower and slammed her cane sword over and through an exorcist’s skull; you gave a low whistle. “I can still cut a rug!” She grinned in pride, and you watched as Niffty stabbed her felled angel several times, laughing maniacally as she made her way through corpses on the ground. Well, at least you wouldn’t need to worry about any attacks from angels playing dead; you laughed with the little demon and went back to your own proverbial dance card.

“Alastor’s shield is working!” Charlie’s excited voice sounded as you weaved through your allies and struck down enemies.

“Trying to focus, sweetie!” Vaggie replied.

“We might actually have a chance!” Oh how adorable was the princess of Hell!

“Love the optimism. Still trying to focus.”

That was when you heard the cracking boom, and Alastor’s barrier fell. ‘Fuck,’ you thought, taking in the sheer number of exorcists left. A thrum of fear pulsed in your chest, but you tamped it down. Alastor was a big boy, and could look after himself. You just hoped that he would honor his promise to escape if things got too hairy, and not fall to that excessive pride that filled him.

You saw the first man chuckle as he panted from the energy expelled. You’d had to run from him several times over the decades, and he never failed to make your bloodlust boil over. Watching the large angel, you couldn’t help but notice something- he was winded. Alastor could win!

There was no more time to think- you dodged a swinging axe and a long sword as two exorcists worked together to get you. A decent strategy, but it wouldn’t work.

Your feet swept quickly, and you leapt into a grand jeté en tourant, decapitating one angel, and slicing a wing from the other before landing in a spin. Niffty quickly overtook the angel and killed her- she was actually quite good at her job. More angels came, and you moved to work your way through them, slicing and stabbing any enemy flesh you could get your hands on.

The battle was exhausting, yet exhilarating! As several angels flew towards you, your wicked grin grew wide. Time to let your violent little darklings out to play.

Releasing your aura, your predators eyes flashed as you directed your little pack to the group speeding towards you, and they attacked with a ferocity that made your heart swell with pride. The angels all fell as your shadows broke their wings and swirled around them to distract, all while you played your own little demented game of duck, duck, goose- slicing each throat as you hummed a jaunty tune.

All of a sudden, you saw a bright blast of light burst over the hotel. ‘Oh no…’

You didn’t have time to worry right now, you had to have faith in your partner, but fuck if it wasn’t swimming through your mind. ‘Please take care of yourself, my heart,’ you sent your thought on the wind and imagined your darling receiving it. ‘I love you oh so very much.’

“Right flank advance! Left flank, watch your six! Ladies! There are more coming up on your right! Get ready for them Vagatha!” Pentious had retreated to the hotel and was expertly using a tablet to help spot danger as it came.

“Not my name! But, got it!”

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry- Sorry, sorry!” Sweet Charlie was doing her best to block attacks with her angelic shield- that sweet little cinnamon roll shouldn’t have to be fighting a war.

“Now’s not the time for that, babe!” Vaggie yelled as she tangled with yet another exorcist.

Charlie looked abashed as she tried to psych herself up. “Oh, right. Die, motherfuckers!” Fireworks shot from her finger as she pointed to the group of angels charging Vaggie. They all exploded on contact, and you paused your fight in awe of the sheer power the little darling possessed. If only she had the desire to cultivate it; perhaps you could help with that. If you survived, that is. The princess was once again squatting under her shield, glancing sheepishly to her partner.

Another angel threw themself into you, and you were sent flying to the ground in your distraction. ‘Damnit Vix, focus!’ You told yourself, stabbing the angel in their carotid artery.

“These fuckin’ angels won’t stop comin’!”

You couldn’t help the snort of laughter that fell from your throat at Husk’s comment. “”Haah!”” You and Angel both exclaimed at the same time, and Husk gave a quirking, defeated smile.

“Okay, I walked right into that one,” he conceded, waving you both off with a huff.

Angel’s head turned, his eyes hardening. “Hold that thought,” he said, leaping to strike down an angel cornering a trembling Frank. The big ol’ softie.

There was a brilliant explosion that knocked you all off your feet, and you looked up to see Adam throwing his holy light every which direction. “Suck my holy light, fuckaaazzz! Yeeeaah!”

“What? Alastor was supposed to handle him,” Charlie exclaimed in confusion, before dreading realization hit, and she covered her mouth as her eyes widened. “Oh no, he must be-“

“Don’t finish that sentence. Alastor is a cunning demon. He will have escaped if things got too hairy. He is more than likely just injured,” you yelled, more to reassure yourself than the princess. ‘Please, my heart…’

Niffty had been thrown by a blast and lay face down in the dirt, but gave a thumbs up when you called to her. Was this it? Was the angelic army going to kill you all one by one? You could already see cannibals making their way to nursing stations. You’d left your shade in charge of the front most station, as while they couldn’t speak, they were incredibly quick at assessing damage and figuring out which healing aid would best suit the situation.

Another blast sent you roughly to the ground, and you glared up at the manic angel. Oh now he would have to go, and you would damn well find a way to make it happen before you found your permadeath.

“We aren’t gonna last long unless we do something about him,” Vaggie yelled, and you couldn’t agree more.

“Pentious?” Your attention turned to Charlie watching something, and you turned to see that giant monstrosity of a war ship sail past towards Adam.

“That crazy mothafucka,” Angel said; the entire group turned to watch as a bright light formed at the front of the vessel. Could that actually work?

Your eyes widened when Adam seemed to notice the war ship behind him, and he blasted the entire vessel out of existence. ‘No…’ Oh Satan, if he still had that much power after fighting Alastor…

“Fuck… Ya did good, buddy,” Angel said quietly, his head bowing.

“No, no no no,” Charlie fell to her knees, shaking in grief as she worked to gather herself. Vaggie stepped close to her, moving to hold her love as angry tears filled the princess’s eyes.

“Charlie, I’m so sorry…”

The demon princess growled as she wiped the tears from her eyes and stood, her body going up in flame as she unleashed her demonic fury. Horns sprouted as she screeched out a hawk’s cry, a trident forming in her hand. Her red eyes glowed with a wrath that sent shivers down to your tail.

“Razzle! Dazzle!”

The two now very large dragons flew to crouch for their riders, and Charlie and Vaggie each mounted to fly.

“Let’s ride!” Charlie yelled, and the two giant beasts leapt into the air, their large wings sending your group stumbling from the wind.

Husk was first to recover, excitedly cheering the two on. “Yeah! Get ‘em!” As your small army cheered and watched the two fly to meet their opponents, you noticed many of the exorcists hanging back, not sure as what to do. You could take advantage of the situation. Or you could go help your shade treat angelic injuries. With an annoyed growl, you chose to zip over and begin shortening the line of injured cannibals.

Your shade greeted you with a chirp and happy nuzzling before zooming back to their current patient, and you set to work on the next demon waiting for treatment. It kept you occupied as booms and screams sounded around you. You felt well and truly in a war zone.

You had to pop several patients into a pocket dimension in order to quickly move everyone out of the way when a particularly vicious blast split the entire hotel clean in half. Holy fucking shitballs! The sheer power being thrown around was absolutely insane!

Once safely away from a brand new Adam-shaped crater, you deposited your stored patients gently on the ground, looking up to see none other than Lucifer fucking Morningstar. In all his infernal angelic glory. The sweet little bouncy man had completely transformed into a true visage of the devil you’d heard stories of up top. Damn, and he pulled. it. off! You could hear his demonic tone as he roared at Adam, holding his darling demon daughter in one arm.

“You come at me, and my daughter, don’t forget- you’re in my house, bitch!”

The demon king had set his daughter down, and now landed punch after bone crushing punch as he laughed maniacally. Oh how you wished Alastor were here to enjoy this wonderful show of wrath! Perhaps he was lingering in the shadows, enjoying the entertainment. The very thought helped to calm your raving heart.

Dear Charlie ran to her raging father and set a calming hand on his shoulder. “Woah, woah, Dad,” she soothed, “he’s had enough.”

The little devil put the giant ball of flame he’d been forming away and leapt out of the crater with Charlie, his breath heavy as he worked to contain himself. “Alright,” he said to his daughter, before glaring cockily down at the (surprisingly handsome) beaten angel. “How’s mercy taste, you little bitch?”

Well, fuck. Now you had a boner.

Panting as he crawled his way out of his crater, Adam growled his fury. “No. You don’t get to end this. I’m fucking Adam. I’m the fucking man and you’re just some fuckin’ clown or something! I started everything on Earth. All of mankind came from these fucking nuts. You all should be worshipping me, you ungrateful, disgusting, fucking losers! Aaaahh!”

Your eyes widened as the tip of a blade shot through the Angel’s gut.

“Woahohoah!” Vaggie was beside herself with joy, cupping her face in her hands.

“Hey, you got something… stickin’ outta your… your thing there…” Lucifer said, looking thoroughly confused.

As the large angel fell on his face, you saw none other than little Niffty holding the killing blade. Oh, how proud you were! What a splendid, darling demon!

“Niffty!?” Charlie was aghast.

The little demon began stabbing the fallen angel with a renewed, maniacal vigor. “Stab! Stab! Stab!” She laughed, the cackling a delightful music to your ears. “Blood! Hahahahaha!”

The first man’s lieutenant cried out and ran to her superior. “Noooo! Sir! Sir! Stay with me, sir!” You noticed a small smile play on the fallen Angel’s lips as he looked up at her. “Adam!”

Charlie stepped forward, eyes firm as she glared down at the lieutenant. “It’s over.”

Lucifer stepped up beside his daughter, his crimson gaze hard. “Take your little friends and

Go home!!

… Please.”

My, he could change his demonic features so quickly! The small devil had changed from hellhound to cherub in a matter of seconds.

The lieutenant glared up at the two, grabbing the fallen Adam’s halo as she rose to her feet. “Retreat. All exorcists fall back!”

Her call was answered, and you watched in delighted disbelief as the angelic army rustled their wings and flew away to disappear back to Heaven.

Fucking shit! Did you actually survive? You were in utter shock at the fact. You survived! Your thoughts were interrupted when Lucifer offered an awkward, lighthearted, “Sooo… who’s up for pancakes?”

Little Niffty excitedly raised her hand and you giggled at the adorable demon. You couldn’t believe it- you had fucking survived! Where was your darling? Surely he would be waiting in the shadows to meet you.

As the group mourned for Sir Pentious, you wandered through the rubble. Where was Alastor?

“Darling?” You called softly. You waited for a sign- any signal or flare of aura to let you know your mate was okay.

“Alastor? Please answer me, my love,” your voice wavered, your throat tightening as your chest constricted. Why wasn’t he answering? Where did he go?!

Your shade split from you to zoom over the debris, chirping calls of both their special language, and the chittering they used for the demon himself. You were doing your best to stay calm, thankful for the battle shoes pointed toe as you leapt over slabs of concrete to search. You could hear the group singing together- a song of hope for a better future.

“Alastor!!” You screamed out for your mate, the panic giving way to a trembling grief as your shadows all searched. Your legs were shaking as you tried to hold your tears at bay. He was okay. He was okay. He had to be okay!!!

“Al… my love. Please…” ‘Don’t fall… You won’t get back up if you fall… He needs us,’ you told yourself, forcing yourself to take another step. One painful step at a time. The more ground you covered with no hint of his aura, his shadow, not even a poppet, the heavier your body felt. How long had you been searching? The group sang in the background, cheering themselves up as best they could with the loss of Pentious. Why weren’t they helping you look for Alastor? You knew Alastor had been there on orders, but surely they felt some sort of kinship with the overlord.

That’s when you felt it. Your head turned at the small flare of his aura, and that’s all you needed. Your feet flew you towards the broken radio tower, looking entirely uninhabitable. ‘Please be okay…’ Your speed would rival any sin or god. You zipped over to the wrecked tower and scented the air, your relief palpable when you caught his musk.

Looking around the structure, you found some of the rubble moved, and you dug your way in. It took a long while, but as you got closer to the trap door you heard his booming angry voice, muffled through the remaining debris. He was at least healthy enough to angrily sing, so hopefully that meant he was reasonably unharmed.

When finally you got to the trap door, you gingerly lifted it up to see your mate laughing like the big bad demon he was. Your shade shook and chittered in warning. You would need to approach with extreme caution.

“Darling?” Your voice was weak, cracking under the un shed tears. Rising from the trap door, you stood still as you worked to catch his attention. “Alastor?”

His head turned, and you saw a cornered animal within those crimson orbs. Your shadow warbled, holding your little darklings in check as they fought to neutralize the very real threat in front of you.

“Y/N! My dear!” He called you by your earth name, and your heart clenched. It was rare he used that name, usually using your preferred name or a pet name. It felt… off.

“My sweet mate, you are injured…” you gave a whine, your eyes trying to call him back to you. “May I treat your wounds, my heart?” You stepped closer to him, and his wild eyes widened to match that manic smile.

“Come dance with me, little pup,” he held out his large hand, and you took it without question. Whatever it took to touch him. To make sure. Make sure that he would survive this. Any mental wounds you would handle. After you were certain his body was safe.

A sweeping love song played, and you stepped in time with Alastor as he twirled you around the ruins of his radio tower. How you wished to just allow him to dance you into the night. Perhaps he would forgive you, and you could dance once again. When all of this was over. When he was safe.

The song drifted as it ended, and you saw your opportunity. You fluttered your lashes and cocked your head slightly, sending every signal you had in your arsenal. If you could just get him to take your bait.

As those crimson eyes narrowed and his lips quirked, your lips began to heat. With one last sweeping dip, Alastor pulled you back up to crash his lips against yours, and his body jolted.

And he fell into your arms.

You saw the second he understood what you had done to him, and it broke your heart. Laying him gently down, you placed your hand gently over the gaping wound covering his chest.

Tears poured unbidden, and you let them. How close had you come to truly losing him? You could live with him hating you after this. At least he would live.

Closing your eyes, you felt for any lingering holy energy. There was fucking plenty. How was he still alive? This was the worst wound you’d seen where the patient still had energy to fucking dance! But then again, he was strong. Stronger than any sinner you’d met before, and that’s saying something.

You weren’t certain you could heal this… Maybe Lucifer…

‘No, for now let’s get him stable and comfortable. We’ll observe his progress, and if it doesn’t get better, then we bring in the arch rival.’ Cupping his face, you let your tears fall as you willed him to feel how much you loved him.

“Please forgive me, my heart. I will take care of you,” you said, before pointing him into your pocket dimension.

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After three days, you decided it would be safe to let the poison leave Alastor’s system. You sat at the side of the bed you’d manifested in his little bayou you’d created, waiting for the signs of his movement. Waiting for the repercussions of your betrayal. You had at least snapped your outfit clean (thank you, darling mate, for helping you figure out blood), but you hadn’t showered or eaten. You’d just sat next him, telling stories of life, friends, murders. Anything you could think of to distract him from the helplessness he almost certainly felt. You sang when you couldn’t think of anything to say, and the days had passed oh so slowly. You were fairly certain you looked like a hot mess, puffy eyes and mussed up hair.

As Alastor slowly began moving his fingers, your ears pricked as you searched his eyes for what his next move would be. “Move slowly, Al. If you take it easy, you should recover fully. You do have a lovely new scar, but I think it only adds to your charm,” you said, a soft nervous smile playing on your lips.

Your shadows were back in your realm of darkness, and as Alastor’s form began contorting, you faintly wished you had kept them in yourself.

Those lovely eyes bled into black, and his irises flared into red radio dials, a bright green ‘X’ at his forehead. His body lengthened and antlers grew gnarled, his neck cracking and cocking as he sat up and stared you down.

With a grunt, you found yourself sprawled under the intimidating demon, and your heart clenched as you met his fierce gaze.

“You know, I could rip your soul apart, ma chér,”

came the demonic tenor. Your heart was pounding in your ears, and you were terrified.

“Please don’t rip your stitches, my heart,” you pled, your eyes beginning to well up once again. “You can hate me, but you can’t die.”

A whimper fell from your throat, and you saw Alastor’s eyes widen for a moment as he leaned back and away. That monstrous visage regarded you, and for a long moment you watched each other. Cautious. Reading.

“I could devour you right now,”

he said after the long silence, and the tears fell as you smiled for him.

“Take what you need, my heart,” came your wavering reply.

And he was on you.

As his lips met yours, his aura flared, wild and chaotic, and you responded to the call. Wrapping your arms around his long, crooked neck, you moaned as his kiss stole your breath away. He was hungry and messy as he fisted your hair, pulling roughly before his fangs ripped into your shoulder.

Screeching and bucking against his crooked form, you panted as he began feasting. You screamed when his teeth cracked your collarbone, and he growled against you, grinding his teeth into it. Fuck, he was a cruel demon. You saw the sadistic pleasure in his eyes as he watched you writhe in pain.

He took every piece of flesh he could find, and you loved him so very much. He was so very lovely covered in your blood. Your heart felt like it could give out any moment, and you fought through the blinding pain.

“I don’t know how to deal with you…”

His soft words broke through the throbbing pain, and you turned your eyes to his demonic form. You couldn’t answer even if you had one. Your vocal chords were shredded. Idly, you supposed this was quite the role reversal, but you doubted he was feeling nursely. The monster beside you was every inch the Radio Demon of legend, and you loved him so very much.

“I thought I was stronger than this. Better than this. Oh, mon cœur…”

You watched your darling break, his form going back to normal as he shook. How you wanted to hold him, tell him it was okay. Tell him he could take more- take your heart and crush it under his hoofs, if only it would help. Time passed as he shook and sobbed.

When you felt strong enough to speak, you cleared your throat, catching his attention as a cute ear swiveled in your direction.

“I love you,” you croaked out, trying to move your hand to hold his, but you had more healing to do.

That started the sobbing anew, and you could only watch as the man you loved ripped at his hair, growling as radio static filled the air. Your heart ached for the broken man.

Another hour and you could finally move, your hand resting gently on his shoulder and he flinched, before deflating, and those lovely eyes turned to you.

“I love you,” you repeated, braving to move your hand to cup his cheek. You saw more tears well, and you felt your own throat tighten.

“You shouldn’t. I hurt you.”

“I gave my permission, Alastor,” you said, rubbing your thumb to catch a stray tear.

“I would have attacked you even without it. I wanted nothing more than to hurt you… in that moment. I’m just like my fucking father.”

Hardening your eyes, you sent your hand flying to slap Alastor. “Say that again, and I’ll pull your guts out with a barbed wire crank wheel.”

That had the desired effect, shocking the demon to stillness. He stared at you and you glared back.

Finally, his head fell and his shoulders shook as he began to laugh.

“You’re the only person in this wide universe that would survive being mauled by the Radio Demon and slap him like a naughty child afterward.”

Your heart lightened when his smile softened on you, and you smiled back. “Well, if I smell bullshit, I gotta wipe it off,” you replied.

He laughed and you joined him, feeling at ease for the first time in a month. He was alive. He was safe. He was sane… well, the Alastor type of sane. You would be okay.

A week passed as you nursed your mate to mostly health, and you decided you would ask Lucifer for help once Alastor felt ready to go back to the hotel. He was gaining strength, but the angry gash you’d stitched wasn’t healing at all. It worried you, but at least it wasn’t infected.

When finally your darling felt he could rest no longer, you sent him off with a kiss, making him promise to take it easy and telling him you’d be checking on him every day. He just chuckled and kissed you before leaving.

Maybe that song of hope Charlie sang would come to fruition. Maybe, with a bit of elbow grease and a lot of patience, there could one day be…

A happy day in Hell.

The End.

Author’s Note:

Holy fucking shitballs! I cannot believe I’m actually finishing a project, much less a writing one! A little about me- I’ve been struggling with trauma disorders and chronic pain for years and this right here is the first thing in at least 6 years that I’ve started and completed. I know it’s just a smutty indulgent fanfic, but I feel proud of it, and that’s the first time in a long time I’ve been able to say that about anything. This show and community have been such a wonderful experience, and I can’t wait for season 2. Plus all of the wonderful art and fics! HH has been such a comfort, Alastor being my favorite comfort character, because to me he’s a safe person. Don’t get me wrong he’ll eat the shit outta you, but that’s all. He’s the bear I choose over the creep yelling his frustration over women preferring to run into a bear when alone in the woods. Granted, that’s if his comic is canon. Pretty sure it is. Basically the guy sees rape as distasteful as bad meat and I feel that.

Thank you so much for reading and encouraging me to keep going. It really means the world to me. I think I’ll be trying to finish up I Turned the Corner next, and am currently working on a plot line for my own little season two, so until next time- Stay Tuned… 🖤

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Mammon's Second

Mammon/Reader, 6.5k words

Summary: NSFW, 18+ (Part Two sequel for Mammon's First, because some asked for it and I ended up thinkin' too hard about what it could be)

Felt good.

Mammon stared at the door, still replaying the sensations in his head while… trying to figure out what exactly’d just happened.

‘I admire so much of you, in fact.’

Admire him, huh? He chuckled quietly, letting his hand slowly roam up his body. Admire him so much you’d made him feel…

Really good.

“NO! NO NO NO! GET AWAY FROM MY DOOR YOU… YOU… PERVERT!”

“Name calling? Don’t be mean, Levi, I just wanted to talk about—”

“NOOO! DON’T YOU DARE!”

Ah, right. He really should go feed Cerberus.

Mammon stepped out and peered down the hall to find you grinning to yourself at Levi’s door. You looked up when you heard him and he quickly averted his gaze, feeling… warm again.

He sighed and slipped out, choosing the long way down the hall toward the stairs. If Levi wasn’t willing to listen to you, he might have to… ah… well, he probably wasn’t the best one to do that. Hopefully Levi’d listen. Otherwise… 

Eh, he could probably figure out how to explain it. Maybe.

After he figured out what to make of it himself. Until then it was probably his best bet to avoid his brothers, lest he slip up and say something he shouldn’t and send them all screaming and running like Levi. 

After he’d made his way to the kitchen and snuck down the halls, he went out the back to look for Cerberus, that big overgrown hellhound that’d nearly scared him out of his skin only to turn puppy when Lucifer’d showed up. It’d been… terrifying, but in a different way, to see Lucifer come to their rescue, his eyes fierce and tongue sharp.

“Alright, c’mon ya big goof,” he said, dropping the hunk of meat onto the platter outside the beast’s hovel. Apparently, magical beasts in this realm could be tamed within pocket dimensions, allowing for quick summons once a caster knew how to pull them through but for now Barbatos had had a small group of Little D’s help put up some makeshift shelter in the back.

This place was so weird.

First the snuffles, then a big black snout poked out, followed by another, then another all sniffing and curious before Cerberus emerged, its heads all peering at him questioningly before the one furthest on the left noticed the meat. It bowed its head and nudged the meat with its nose, then snapped at it with massive, sharp teeth. The head on the right took notice and growled, turning its head to pull the meat away for itself only to have the center bite down and lift it high.

Mammon chuckled and sat down on the ground to watch, shaking his head. “Doesn’t it all go in the same place? Why do you guys gotta all fight over it?”

The beast flopped down to the ground with a heavy thump, both eating and fighting over its meal while Mammon held his chin in his hand and closed his eyes. Not his favorite chore so far, but not the worst either, all he really had to do was make sure they didn’t fight each other.

“It must be exhausting having three heads, don’t you think?”

“Mm… yeah,” he nodded, eyes still closed. “Even if we give ‘em multiple pieces, they still keep fighting so I figure one big piece is easier.”

Asmo tittered, his footsteps growing closer. “Sounds like an excuse to be lazy to me~”

He shrugged, “You can feed ‘em how you want when it’s your turn.”

“Ugh, please, I don’t want to go anywhere near what he eats,” Asmo said, taking a seat beside him. 

Cerberus made short work of the meat, two of the heads gnawing at the bone while the third sniffed Asmo’s outstretched hand.

“It’s crazy to think we were almost eaten by him, huh?” Asmo said, eyes softening a little as he scratched at the muzzle, its tail thumping against the dirt. “Now he’s such a softie~”

“Yeah…” It was… still a bit of a sore spot.

“I’m just glad everyone’s okay,” he said quietly.

Asmo chuckled and leaned over to nudge him. “You think too much, you know? I mean look at us! We’re the Seven Rulers of the Underworld now!”

Mammon laughed in turn, “Yeah… but I don’t really know what that means.”

“Neither do I, but who cares?” Asmo cupped Cerberus’ cheeks in both hands, giving them affectionate scritches. “Soon enough everyone will know about me here, just like before and I’ll have even more titles to use~”

Cerberus barked, tail wagging faster while Mammon couldn’t help but snort and shake his head.

“Don’t you laugh!”Asmo quipped, turning to him again. “Demons like titles and status! I got so many free samples for makeup and creams today because of it!”

“Wait, they give you stuff for free?”

“Mhm~ though, I wouldn’t get any ideas, it could be entirely because it was me you know.”

“Eh… I’m still worried I might get eaten by a giant snake or somethin’ if I buy the wrong kinda toothpaste.”

Asmo snickered, “Yeah… good point. I’m not entirely sure why anyone would even want a prize like that.”

“Beats me,” he muttered, his brother taking a seat beside him again.

The two let the conversation dwindle, both lost in their own thoughts with nothing but the sounds of Cerberus’ movements to break the silence. Even in the moonlight, its appearance was sinister but… softer too. Not anything nearly as cuddly or soft as anything he’d seen in the Celestial Realm but… sort of cute, in its own way.

“I do think this place is getting to Levi a bit though,” Asmo added quietly, “he started freaking out and won’t come out of his room now.”

“Oh that’s just ‘cause he walked in on me and—”

He sat up straighter, realizing he probably shouldn’t have but it was too late. Asmo’s eyes lit up and he turned to him.

“Walked in on you and what? What’d you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” he said, turning up his chin. “Why you gotta assume I did?”

“Mammon, you just led a mission to go find some mythical creature. You always do something.”

“Oi, I—” Well, he was sort of right. Kinda.

He slouched again, feeling his face start to warm the more he thought about just what happened and rubbed his neck.

“Oo~ something definitely happened.” Asmo scooted closer, nudging him again, “Come on, don’t tease! Spill!” 

“I-I uh…” he blushed further, looking up at the stars. “I um… well he kinda… walked in on me havin’ sex.”

“Oh.”

He closed his eyes, about to breathe a sigh of relief when—

“Wait, WHAT?! When?!”

“A bit ago, just before—”

Asmo was on his feet so fast and grabbed the belts across his chest, yanking him up with him.

“WHEN?” He demanded, shaking him. “When did you- How.. How did you even-?!”

“I- Quit shakin’ me and I’ll tell ya-!”

Asmo dropped him and he landed in the dirt, scowling up at his mystified face.

“What was it like?” He asked, amber eyes starry.

What was it like…

“Um…” he leaned back on his hands, considering his words carefully. “I dunno it felt… good.”

Asmo’s expression grew a touch more annoyed. “Well of course it felt good, everyone knows that, but what was it like?”

He laughed and shrugged, “I dunno, it’s kinda hard to explain.”

Asmo’s eyes narrowed and he shifted his weight to one leg. “I can’t believe you would lie to me about something like that.”

“What?! I ain’t lyin’!”

“Oh please,” Asmo flipped his bangs from his face with a sigh, “There’s no way you’ve had sex and can’t even describe it. You probably just discovered some new fetish and freaked Levi out or something.”

“H-Hey, no that ain’t true!” He got up and threw up his hands. “I just dunno how to describe it, okay? I mean it was sex, but it wasn’t like sex sex, y’know?”

Asmo stared at him blankly. “How do you have sex that isn’t sex sex?”

“I don’t know!”

Asmo sighed and crossed his arms loosely, shaking his head. “Mammon… what even happened?”

“I… well,” He cleared his throat and put his hands on his hips. “They uh… they used their mouth on me.”

“They…” Asmo’s eyes flicked down to his waist, then up to his eyes. “Their mouth?”

“Yeah, but not like the whole time?” He said, face feeling warmer. 

“Ew… why would you…? Hm…” Asmo cupped his chin in thought.

“It felt great,” he said, laughing a little. “But uh… then I um…”

“You what? Made an ass of yourself?” Asmo teased.

“Maybe,” he admitted, shifting his weight. “‘Cause y’know… their mouth was on me a lot so…”

“So…?” Asmo echoed, waiting for him to finish before realization kicked in. “Wait- did you?”

He closed his eyes and nodded, earning a smack on his arm.

“Mammon, that’s so gross!”

“I know, that’s what I thought too! But then—” he clapped a hand over his mouth. No. Shouldn’t say that.

“But then what?” Asmo pressed, ever eager for gossip. “What? What happened? Did you make them sick?”

“N-No, they ah…” He looked away again, watching Cerberus retreat into its shelter. “…swallowed it….”

“They…” Asmo went quiet, processing what he’d just said. He’d expected more teasing, or a scolding, but when Asmo failed to say anything more he stole a glance at his brother.

Asmo was staring at the ground, eyes flicking back and forth as if trying to calculate just how exactly to respond. 

“Ew that’s so hot!” He finally cried, stepping back to fan himself while shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Ewww why would someone do that and how do I find someone to do that with me??”

“Huh?”

Asmo’s eyes focused on him again, a new motive shining through. “Did they say? Did they say why they’d do that?”

“Oh… uh…” he looked up again, reflecting on the conversation you’d had. “They said they… admired me….”

Asmo’s nose wrinkled and he hugged himself, still squirming. “Oh it’s so icky but so sweet I kind of want to try it but ugh oh dear it’s so… so naughty!”

He laughed, and Asmo smacked his arm again.

“Don’t you laugh! Ugh, I can’t believe you found someone first it’s so unfair!”

“Found- what? Whaddya mean unfair? I’m great!”

Asmo rolled his eyes. “Sure, maybe if you say that enough times it’ll be true.”

“Hey!”

He tittered again and sighed fondly, posing himself to be illuminated by the moonlight as he spoke to the stars. “I just can’t imagine you’d charm someone so quickly… especially with me around.”

“At least you’re gettin’ your confidence back,” he muttered under his breath, and Asmo’s fierceness returned so quick it threw him off guard.

“You just watch yourself, mm? You might’ve had first touch, but I’m going to be the Avatar of Lust you know. I can’t have my brothers showing me up.”

“S’that right?” He said with a grin, “What? So you tellin’ me to back off or something? It ain’t my fault I got admirers.”

Asmo raised a brow and poked him in the chest. “Admirer. Just one. One that you haven’t had ‘sex sex’ with yet.”

“Y-Yet? Whaddya mean, ‘yet’? I don’t even know if I’d—” Wait. He coughed and leered back at Asmo. “I mean, you can say you’re Lust all you want, all I know is I kinda want more~”

Asmo gasped. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothin’,” he said innocently, “It ain’t my fault if you can’t find someone to do the same before I do.”

“You… You wouldn’t!”

“Wouldn’t what?” He crossed his arms, “You’re my little brother, you can’t stop me.”

Asmo’s face turned pink and he sputtered a bit. 

It was almost funny, but then he felt a little bad.

“Look, don’t worry about it. I’m just t—”

“Let’s make a bet.”

Bet?

He tilted his head slightly, intrigued.

“What kinda bet?”

Asmo smiled. “Nothing too drastic, just a little bet. Let’s say… whoever gets it first wins and the loser has to… mm…” He pursed his lips and looked back at the house in thought. “Oh! Loser has to do the winner’s chores for a month.”

Not having to do chores for a month? Not a bad outcome.

“Sure,” he said, “why not?”

“Perfect~” Asmo hummed, turning to saunter back inside. “Oh, but one thing to keep it fair.”

“Okay, what’s that?”

“Well~ my charms are rather something, but I’m still figuring them out…” he admitted, “And you with your… admirer… how about we can’t charm or ask, it has to be offered?”

He considered that, reflecting on the way you…

He swallowed.

“Y-Yeah, that’s fine.”

Asmo clapped his hands. “Oh yay! I can’t wait to have a whole month free to myself!”

“Yeah, keep dreamin’,” he teased, following after him. 

————

Over the next few days all was quiet and simple, nothing too exciting. More exploration of the village nearby while Lucifer’d wander off with Diavolo to discuss thoughts about establishing RAD and what it could mean for the future. Lots of big ideas without a lot of direction or history to go off of, but whenever Mammon overheard or Lucifer shared some of the discussions with him, he couldn’t help feeling a little more… hopeful.

Maybe becoming a demon really wouldn’t be so bad. 

Especially since some demons seemed to be kinda sorta fun.

He did try his best to create space whenever you were called by one of his brothers. Somehow even Satan seemed to have taken a liking to you, and your visits had an impact on how often he’d throw his fits. Levi had been growing fond too, but after… that he didn’t seem as keen to seek your guidance. 

Mammon couldn’t help feeling a little bad about that, but when he saw you reaching out to the twins too it was easier to let it go. He’d figure out how to make it up to Levi some day, at least once he quit bolting out of the room whenever you and he were present.

It was… nice. Real nice. Experiencing yet another demon in this world, not quite like Diavolo or Barbatos where decorum was expected to some degree. You were sassy. You were funny. You were sometimes a little bit scary when you’d scold, but you were always… so kind after. Willing to explain, to understand.

Which made it all the more frustrating too.

Whether Asmo had put two and two together or not, your charms even enticed the fifth born to try and sway your fancy. Once you’d offered to show him around to your favorite shops it was like you were joined at the hip. He’d even painted your nails and excitedly told you why he enjoyed it so much.

It was nice to see his brothers making friends, but… this feeling inside…

‘We can’t charm or ask, it has to be offered.’

“Yeah, but I wanna ask so bad…” he muttered under his breath, scrolling through his D.D.D. and trying to figure out how to use it to find recipes. It was his turn to make dinner this time, but he’d never been that good at cooking even in the Celestial Realm. Stuff just wasn’t… none of these ingredients looked familiar, and a whole lot of things seemed poisonous or deadly. How’d anyone even figure out how to eat this stuff without dying?

He could… maybe ask you for help. You were their attendant after all, right? Wasn’t it your job to help him figure this stuff out?

He chewed his lip, swiping across to the Demmunication app and lingering on your contact name. Technically, he could figure out how to make dinner on his own but…

But…

Why… not ask you to…

“Whatcha lookin’ at so hard?” 

“Ack!” He jumped, startled by your voice and nearly dropping his D.D.D. “What the- Where’d you come from?”

“Cocytus Hall?” You said blankly, walking into the kitchen with your hands behind your back. “Duh, that’s where I live.”

He tsked and put his D.D.D. in his back pocket, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Mm… is it not?” You teased, sidling up to the counter and looking over the various vegetables and whatever the fuck he found at the market that looked… good? Was it good? He had no clue. Some of it was cool colors though so that had to mean it’d taste good, right? “Beel asked me to come over, he said it was an emergency.”

“An emergency? Is he okay?”

You laughed and met his eyes, “Oh yeah, he’s fine, he just got worried.”

“Worried? About what?”

You leaned on the table and gave him a sly grin. “You cooking dinner.”

“I- what!” His face heated, “That ain’t an emergency!”

You laughed and shrugged, “Hey don’t get mad at me, I’m just the messenger.”

He scowled and considered asking Beel just what exactly was wrong with him cooking dinner, but…

“Well uh… if you’re here anyway….” He said, glancing at you through the corner of his eye and gesturing to the spread. “What’s somethin’ I can make with all this?”

“Mm…” you hummed in thought, picking up a few things and putting them down again. “Well… I’ve never seen all these things used together in a single dish, but…” A light flickered in your eyes and you held up a devionion. “Could you dice this for me? We could make a few dishes to serve together.”

“Sure but they’re not gonna all be the same size,” he said, making you laugh again. 

“That’s fine, just do your best,” you said, picking up a carton of hellshrooms and walking over to the sink to wash them. “The closer they are in size, the better they’ll cook.”

“Yeah, okay,” he muttered, picking back the papery skin, its deep purple peeling back to expose a bright violet red. He set the devionion down on the board and picked up a knife, then cut it in half. Easy so far. He put one half down in the middle of the board and bit the tip of his tongue, trying to copy how he’d seen others do it before… just a few cuts here… and then there… and a few more…

“Ugh- Why’s everything-” He tipped his head back, blinking back tears as his eyes began to sting. “Seriously, why’s everything gotta be dangerous here?”

You snorted. “Is the devionion too much of a challenge for you?”

“I didn’t say that!” He snapped, but a new wave hit and he reached up to rub his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Aw…” Your voice was light with thinly veiled laughter. “It’s okay, sometimes they still make me cry too.”

“I ain’t cryin’, my eyes hurt,” he grumbled, leaning against the counter.

“Here, let me take that,” you said, reaching around him to pick up the board. He couldn’t see it, but the sizzles and pops testified the accursed vegetable was frying inside.

“Not bad, honestly,” you said, stirring in with a pinch of salt. “A little chunky, but mostly even.”

He blinked again, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “Yeah? Well chopping stuff isn’t so hard it’s all the other stuff that is.”

You chuckled and nodded to the pile of hellshrooms, “Would you mind chopping those up too for me?”

He squinted, your smile mischievous. “Are they gonna hurt too?”

“No,” you laughed, “Sure some of the stuff here is a hassle to work with but I promise the hellshrooms are fine.”

“Okay…” He picked up the knife again while you set the board in front of him. “How am I supposed to chop ‘em?”

“Just in chunks,” you said, placing the hellshrooms down beside him. “About the same size as the devionion.”

“Okay…” he said again a little skeptically, picking up one hellshroom and cutting it up. “This seems weird, what’s it for?”

You hummed and walked around him again, picking through the pantry for a few items before returning to his side and mixing them in a small bowl. 

“We’re making sandwiches,” you said, sprinkling in some seasonings and stirring the sauce.

“These’re gonna be some real weird sandwiches,” he muttered, grabbing another handful of hellshrooms to chop.

“What~?” you teased, leaning into him with a nudge. “You don’t trust me?”

“I didn’t say that,” he said, feeling his face start to warm again. “Just… never made sandwiches like this before.”

You hummed softly, “I think that’s enough, can you add them to the pan?”

“Oh, really? I still had some left, but okay,” he said, turning to dump them into the pan. Should he… stir it too? He glanced at you, but you were still mixing something so he shrugged and picked up the spoon, nudging the veg around a bit. Yeah, that seemed about right.

“Mammon, do you want a taste?” You asked, and he turned only to nearly bump into you.

“W-When’d you get so close?” He asked, stepping back and catching himself on the counter while you stepped closer, a dab of sauce dripping down your finger.

“Hm?” You tilted your head, stepping so close any closer and he might feel you against him. “I’m just offering you a taste~” you cooed, holding your finger up. “Don’t you want to try what we’re making?”

“I-I…” He glanced from your finger to your lips, tempted. “I-isn’t that kinda…?” 

“Kinda what?” You murmured, reaching up to touch his chest. “Weird~?”

He swallowed, the sauce running further down your finger and making him… want…

“You’re so cute,” you mused, meeting his eyes as you brought your finger to your lips, soft tongue peeking out to glide up and lick it clean. “So very cute~”

“Oh… fuck…” he whispered.

You smiled and leaned in closer, pressing your chest against him. “What? No sassy comeback?”

So close.

His wings began to curve around you, his heart rate picking up.

“Comeback for what?” he asked, eyes drifting down to your lips again.

And oh the way his heart leapt when you smiled.

“I missed you,” You cooed, leaning against the counter with your hands at either side of his waist, trapping him despite your shorter stature. “You haven’t been avoiding me, have you?”

“Avoiding you? What? No,” he laughed and turned his gaze up, the heat he’d felt before starting to return. “Don’t be silly, I ain’t avoidin’ ya, I just figure you’re busy.”

“Mm…” You lifted yourself up on your toes, resting your cheek against his shoulder and sighing fondly into his neck. “It has been a lot of work lately…”

He swallowed, flapping his wings in short little bursts.

“I don’t think I’ve really been able to… unwind… in a while either…”

“Well then-” He gripped the counter’s edge, your lips so soft on his neck. “Th-Then why don’t you take the day off? I can fi-hi—”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pinching him with a sharp little bite.

“Are you really asking me to go?” You pouted, stepping between his legs and rubbing yours up his thigh. “Mammon, can’t I stay?”

“Y-You can do whatever you want,” he said, staring up at the ceiling. 

You giggled and stepped back, “Mammon, look at me~”

He hesitated and you giggled again, letting your hands slip from his neck and down his chest. 

“So cute~”

“Would ya quit callin’ me cute?” He said, finally meeting the mischief in your eyes. “I am a demon too y’know.”

“Right,” you tilted your head slightly, a spark in your eyes. “But aren’t demons a little… weird?”

The look on his face must’ve been amusing, because you stepped back and covered a more genuine laugh. “Oh it’s fine~ everyone’s a little weird, you know? Besides,” you reached out to touch just above his navel, drawing a slow circle around it. “I used to think the Celestial Realm was pretty weird… until I met you.”

A subtle shiver ran through his body, but if he was being honest it was the way it made you smile that really tickled. That seductive, sinful smile…

He swallowed again, his grip on the countertop relaxing.

“What’s so… weird about the Celestial Realm?”

“Oh lots of things,” you said, drawing idle shapes without a care while the tickling began pulsing the further down your touch flirted. “It’s a place I’ve never been, even just thinking about a place where the sun always shines is strange, don’t you think?”

“I mean… it’s always dark here,” he muttered, and you laughed. Ugh, was laughter supposed to tickle too?

“True~ but you know one thing I thought was interesting?” You asked, turning your palm to rest on his stomach and gazing at him with such sweet eyes. “I had no idea angels could fuck,” you said, amusement glittering. “I thought they were all just… prudish or oblivious.”

“I- well-” He blushed and turned his face aside. “It ain’t like we don’t know how stuff works, it’s just not… we- I mean they- they ah, uh…”

“Hey, Mammon?” Your fingers slipped under the hemline of his pants. “Would you… help me unwind a little?”

His grip tightened on the countertop again, the tightness down below even more aggravating when he felt your fingers ghost just shy of his cock.

“H-How would I… help ya with that?” he asked, trying but failing to keep cool.

“Mm…” Your thumb caressed him so lovingly it felt dirty wanting it lower. “Maybe… let me admire you again? I had so much fun last time~”

He wheezed out a laugh, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. “Again? Really?”

“I mean… only if you want me to,” you said with a shrug, “we don’t have to.”

“No, I want to,” he said a little too quick. “B-But ah, y-yeah, we don’t have to.”

You smirked and stepped away to give the hellshrooms a stir. “You’re so cute.”

“Would you quit—” He held his tongue when you glanced over your shoulder, that smirk still plain as day on your face. He looked away. “Never mind.”

You merely shrugged and began to busy yourself with the rest of dinner prep, humming an idle tune all the while. The way you moved around the kitchen was so confident and self assured, picking through the items he’d picked up and separating them into different piles. Maybe Beel was right and this was an emergency, he’d had no idea how to put anything together and you made it look so easy.

And…

There was something about…

It didn’t happen every time, but after a bit he realized it wasn’t some trick of the light or something in his eyes. Every now and then he’d see a flicker of light, like a subtle glow was housed just under your skin. Sometimes it’d shine in your eyes too, and those flickers made him feel real funny. But other times it appeared lower in your chest, and it felt… different when he saw it there.

What did it mean? Was he seeing things?

“Whatcha thinking about so hard?” you teased, cutting a few devispuds into wedges. “Do you not like fries?”

“Huh?” He blinked and shook his head. “No I was just… uh, is it… normal for demons to glow sometimes?”

“Glow?” You repeated, looking up at him. “Oh, you mean the Eyes of Greed?”

“The… what?”

You smirked and set the knife down, then pointed to your chest. “Demons of Greed can sometimes see the essence of the soul. It’s part of your charm.”

“Part of my… charm?”

You nodded and lined the devispud wedges onto the pan, “Yep. You’ll have to learn how to read it of course, but the sparkles can give you ideas of what a person values so you can… well… use it to negotiate and things.”

He watched you open the oven door and place the pan inside. “That doesn’t sound fair.”

“Doesn’t it?” You asked, shutting the door but still bent over, smirking at him as you swayed your hips to the side. “I think it is~ it’s a gift among curses, all demons have them.”

He felt himself warming again, the way you were leaning…

He closed his eyes and crossed his arms, folding his wings more inward around his hips. 

“Is that why you can mess with me? You can see?”

“Mm… no, I’m actually unspecialized right now. I do like Greed, but…” 

Your steps approached him again, the familiarity of sensing you nearby made his heart skip half a beat. He opened his eyes again to see you grinning up at him coyly, hands behind your back.

“I do really enjoy Lust too~”

“O-Oh you do, huh?”

“Mhm~” You tilted your head slightly. “It’s flattering to know I’m desired, you know?” You reached out to touch his arm, focusing your attention on it while you caressed his sleeve. “It’s nice to indulge.”

“Yeah… that makes sense,” he said, relaxing a bit.

You chuckled, “‘That makes sense’, you’re so cute.”

“I’m not—”

“You know what else is fun about Greed though?” You asked, taking another step closer just shy of pressing against him again. “Greed has its own… thrill,” you murmured, lightly trailing your fingertips up his side. “A risk of loss or reward.”

He shivered and you took the opportunity to reach behind in your back pocket. 

“Would you want to play a little game with me, Mammon?”

“A… sure? What kinda game?”

You smiled and took a step back, revealing a single Grimm coin in your hand. “I’d love to make you feel good again, but you seem awfully shy—”

“Oi, I ain’t shy!”

You laughed, “Right. Anyway,  why don’t we turn it into a game? If you call the coin toss right I’ll make you feel real good, and if you don’t,” you shrugged, “I’ll just finish up dinner and be on my way.”

“I…” That actually sounded… kinda good. “But shouldn’t I do something for you too?”

Your eyes glittered with mischief, and you reached out to touch his inner thigh, massaging deep into the muscle making his cock ache. 

“I like to be desired first~” you purred, “It’s more fun that way.”

“You…” His face heated and he crossed his arms, knowing damn well what you were doing but refusing to admit he’d caught on. “Fine, yeah. Coin toss sounds good.”

You grinned and flipped the coin high into the air, caught it, then slapped it on the back of your hand. “Alright,” You shifted closer and placed your knee between his legs, rubbing his thigh with your own. “Call it~”

“Tails,” he said, not wanting to overthink it.

Or overthink how badly he wanted to be right.

“Tails,” you repeated, rubbing your thigh higher up his leg. “Mm~ let’s see if you’ll get lucky.”

“Oi, c’mon don’t do that unless I won—”

Your eyes flicked to his again, alight with glee. “Why? Do you want to win?”

“I—” He blushed, this heat inside made it so hard to think straight. “Quit teasing and just tell me if I won or not!”

You giggled and sidled closer, your hip pressed right against his groin as they swayed with a gentle stroke. “Oh dear~ what happens if you lost? Will you be upset?”

“Of course not! Just show me the coin.”

“Mm…” your tail wound around his leg as you leaned back against his chest, gazing up at him innocently. “Promise you won’t be mad if you lose?”

Flustered, he couldn’t think of what to say, your tail stroking his calf so affectionately.

“I-I ain’t gonna get mad over some game.”

You beamed, tail giving his leg a little squeeze. “You’re so cute~”

“Would you quit—”

“It really is such a shame,” you continued, turning in to face him. “I wanted so badly for you to win, but…” You revealed the coin, showing it was heads up. “Too bad, huh?”

Too bad.

Too…

“Damn,” he said, wings falling slack. He’d wanted to win too, but it was almost a relief to not—

You grabbed the hem of his pants and pulled him forward, startling him.

“H-Hey wait, what’re you—”

You dropped the coin down his pants, the cold of the metal ice on his skin. 

“Well, I don’t need it anymore so you can have it,” you said with an idle shrug, turning on your heel as your tail unwound from his leg. “Consider it a consolation prize.”

“A consol- Oi! The hell was that for?! It was cold!”

You stopped with your back to him, tilting your head to the side.

“… Chopped nuts…”

He clapped his hands over himself, “Wh-What?!”

You looked over your shoulder with amusement, pointing at a bowl. “I said, could you pass me the chopped nuts?”

He scowled and reached over to grab the bowl, handing it to you before walking off. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Yeah, you do that,” you teased, “I’ll finish up dinner.”

——

Mammon couldn’t make it to the bathroom soon enough, the ache almost starting to feel… sore. Luckily no one else was in it, and he locked the door behind him before stripping down then turned on the water and just.

“Fuck.”

He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water roll down his back. His cock didn’t… hurt but it felt…

He tsked, noticing an imprint of the coin on his thigh. 

“Cheeky demon,” he muttered, staring at his cock and watching it twitch. Why wouldn’t it go down? It felt so swollen, so sore, so…

He touched two wet fingers to the bottom side, stroking up his length while fantasizing about your tongue. That delicious, luscious, sinful tongue… so soft and wet… 

“So… warm…” he murmured, wrapping his fingers around his cock and starting to stroke. This body… wasn’t like the body he used to have… everything felt… more.

He groaned, leaning forward against the wall and closing his eyes.

More.

The way your eyes lit up whenever he’d fall for your teasing.

The subtle purse of your lips as you blew on the spoon before tasting for seasoning.

The way your moans tickled his cock as you swallowed it down your throat.

“Fuck,” he grit his teeth, chasing that high.

More.

Seeing you nestled between his legs, nuzzling him with—

His lower abdomen clenched, the swelling ache rising.

Cumming so hard only to watch you swallow it down, suckling him clean before you’d raised your head…

Why…

Had that been…

So…

“Fuhhhck…” he moaned, stroking himself faster. Almost. Just a little—

All he wanted was—

“Hh… hahhh…” He breathed out before his eyes rolled back, pumping his cock until he came, the euphoria of relief erasing all thought from his mind. 

Just…

Bliss.

Bliss…

The water continued to rain down,  and he leaned his cheek against the cool tile, reveling in the feeling. Hot and cold. Raw and numb.

Cumming had never felt anything like this before…

And…

He shivered, glancing down at himself and unable to help imagining you kneeling there, even rolling hips a few times for good measure.

Cumming could feel… even better…

He chuckled to himself, feeling a little clearer headed while he finished cleaning up. Maybe being a demon really wouldn’t be so bad. 

The shower helped too, and once he’d dried off he began to redress, pulling up his pants while a golden glint caught his eye.

The coin.

That damn coin.

He’d had a fifty-fifty shot and that stupid coin!

He picked it up, flipping it over in his hand.

Well, at least they let him…

Wait a second.

He threw open the door and ran down to the kitchen, unable to find you there before he checked the dining hall where you, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie were sitting down to eat. You were giving Belphie a plate to send up to Levi.

“Could you bring this up to him for me? He won’t answer the door when I go up there?”

“Ugh, do I have to? I’m so tired…”

“Please, Belphie?”

Belphie sighed and picked up the plate, “Fine… I’ll be back.”

“Thank you~” you cooed, giving him a little hug while plating up a pile of sandwiches for Beel, “Now Beel, you’ll have to tell me what you think so I can—”

“Oi!” He strode in, holding up the coin. “What’s this?!”

“Well hello there, Mammon.” Asmo teased, holding his chin in his hand. “Did you forget to finish getting dressed?”

“Shaddup,” he said, stopping in front of you.

You looked from the coin to him, your smile giving away what your voice did not.

“Why, it’s a single Grimm coin, Mammon.”

“No it ain’t,” he said, holding it up in front of you. “It’s got two faces!”

“Oh wow would you look at that.”

“Would y-” He growled, holding the coin in his fist. “That means you cheated! There was no way it was gonna be tails!”

Asmo gasped and looked between the two of you, “Wait, what happened?”

You merely shrugged and turned to pull out a chair. “Nothing really, just teaching Mammon some demon games.”

“It ain’t a game if I have no chance to win!” he protested, and you looked up at him with a smirk.

“Nonsense~ you had equal chance to say heads.”

Asmo laughed, “Oh~ that’s clever! Do you know any other demon games?”

“I know plenty,” you said, giving Asmo a wink. “I’d love to show you some time.”

“R… Really?” Asmo asked, his face turning a little pink. 

“Now wait just a sec—”

“Sit down, Mammon,” you said, patting the open seat beside you. “Come have dinner before it gets cold.”

“I- but—”

You raised a brow, that mischievous light shining in your eyes yet again.

“Ugh…” He sat down heavily, trying to not sulk too much. 

He should’ve said heads.

Dammit, he should’ve said heads.

“Let me know what you think,” you said, reaching out to pinch his knee. “I worked really hard on it~”

“Mammon, are you getting sick? Your face is looking rather flush~”

“Shaddup Asmo, yours is too!” 

“It is not!”

You snickered and refilled your glass of Demonus, lounging back in your seat while demons bickered around you. He tried to not look too much. Tried to not think too much. Tried to not ache too much as your throat flexed, swallowing the Demonus down, wishing it’d been…

“Is that enough or do you want more?” 

“Huh?”

You smirked, gesturing to his plate. “If you want more you might want to hurry,” you said, nodding to Beel who was four sandwiches in.

“It’s sh’o good,” Beel said happily, sauce smeared on his face. “What’s in it? There’s a spiciness I really like.”

“I’ll write the recipe down for you, Beel,” you said cheerfully, either unaware or expert at playing coy.

Asmo, though, seemed to catch on more than he would’ve liked, leaning back to smirk at him out of your line of sight.

He scowled at him and picked up a sandwich, pointedly ignoring all of them as he took a bite.

Damn.

Who would’ve guessed hellshrooms could taste so good?

[beifong-brainrot]

Hey, it’s the same anon about Amon from the other day. I appreciate your long post, def agree with a lot of what you said. I actually do like Amon’s storyline in that it’s not about the politics but rather his Severe Daddy Issues. Yakone attempted to control Republic City as a gang leader, then abused his sons and inspired them to take up his project through alternate channels: politics for Tarrlok, a revolution/coup for Noatak. Ultimately book 1 for me is about their issues from their repressive childhood and their struggle to attain power in adulthood (which obviously is similar to Korra’s story as we follow her empowering herself/asserting her place in RC). Tarrlok killing them both (and Amon accepting it) is them ending this abusive cycle. I don’t think it has to be any more political than that — the politics fall flat bc it’s actually a highly individual story.

You're very right, Amon Anon (Amonon? 🤔)

I'll actually note that Amon and Tarrlok are quite unique as villains due to how character driven their storylines are, a habit that I liked but then ended up fizzling out. Neither Unalaq nor the Red Lotus have this individual based aspect to them, even if they do have their momenta. Kuvira is... all over the place, and she's also cheating by having a comic and being an awkwardly placed prop for Korra's arc.

I think that perhaps due to the other three villain storylines not having much meat on their bones, Amon gets grouped in there too, even though he doesn't deserve it.

I think your point about Amon, Tarrlok and Korra being connected by the theme of coming into your own and establish themselves after their shitty childhoods is very astute. All three of them have been under a lot of pressure to excel and fulfil the legacies left to them.

And all are trying to asert themselves in society. Hell, Tarrlok even calls that similarity out.

Tarrlok: Isn't that what you came here to do? Intimidate me into releasing your friends. See, that's what I admire about you, Korra. Your willingness to go to extremes in order to get what you want. It is a quality we both share.

Korra: You and I are nothing alike!

Amon and Korra paralel each other by longing for something else and actively defying their elders/superiors, and both escaped to Republic City...

And it is my personal theory that at the end of the book, Korra was, like Tarrlok, considering suicide.

Which, since they both lost their bending, and are weighed down by a legacy they can no longer uphold. They both feel that there is no saving them.

To be honest, Amon and Tarrlok can make great foils for all the members of the Krew.

They could also good foils to Asami too, due to the whole sins of the father concept. And a father who pressures you to fulfil his ideals and gets violent if you don't... etc...

And the similarities between them and Mako and Bolin are so glaring I don't believe they weren't intentional.

This cannot be a coinkidink I refuse to believe it

Now I also wish the writers had come up with Suyin's existence earlier because good god the comparison between the Blood bending bros and the Beifong sisters would be just agonising in a good way

Also pretty sure genetics do not work like that but I think its pretty cool how Amon looks more like Yakone pre plastic surgery, while Tarrlok looks more like Yakone post surgery.

There's gotta be some symbolism there that I cannot be arsed to figure out at the moment it is past my bedtime 😴

Goodnight and god bless have a smiley Zorro bcs we got into some heavy themes.

He's smiling like that bcs he's high on painkillers

[charleslee-valentine]

Red, Yellow, Green

For The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Disability Pride Month Event: Day 3- ‘Nam Flashback

Word Count: ~2,300

Warnings: Inaccurate medical terms and analysis, references to blood and gore, mild references to abuse.

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Movin’ into Battleland wasn’ no easy, faint hearted thing. Nothin’ ever can be for the Sawyers.

Packin’ up all they had ‘fore the Hardesty girl got her way back with cops on her heels was stress enough. Keepin’ Bubba maskless and quiet in the motel rooms they was holed up in on their way across Texas was even worse. Wasn’t ‘til they finally had a goal, to go scoop up Bobby from the hop-sital they got t’ settle in somewhere offa government money. Just happened to be about the worst place in all of Texas.

Was better than the old farmhouse on account of nobody was comin’ lookin’ for ‘em here, but worse in just about every other way. Texas Battleland. Certified Hell on Earth, and it’s ain’t ‘cause of who’s inside.

Bubba will squeal and start cleanin’ in a frenzy when dirt falls from the ceilings and the floors above, gettin’ trapped in these cycles of playin’ house in a hell hole. Too bad the Granny mask got ripped up. ‘Long with losin’ ‘bout half of all his outfits across the journey got him all shook up and nervouser than before. His masks isn’t these pretty and delicate things to keep him in his routines, neither is his carving work. Tearin’ apart bodies like they don’t mean a damn thing and bringing scraps to the table.

Don’t say a word when it’s hard for the rest too. Just grimace and eat the damn half-skinned meat. Poor Bubba been through enough, and they starts playin’ the blame game if they try to talk ‘bout what happened. Drayton shouldn’t have left them to go close up, Nubbins shouldn’t’ve got in the way of that dumb truck, Bubba shouldn’t have been so damn foolish and scared. Nobody likes it when they gotta be mean to Bubba.

Bobby’s been healin’ up since he’s back but he’s not well programmed into the new space, running headlong into walls and gettin’ lost halfway to the livin’ space. His eyes, always dilated, never can get focused in the pitch dark. Says about how they gotta steal some new lights to string up and brighten the place more. Promptly collapses or something equally dangerous ‘cause of his condition.

Drayton got the best of the new place with his business, hardly home ‘til late at night and truckin’ out again the next mornin’. Gets to talk with folks all the day long, dress up fancy, cool new food, the like. But damn it the nice part would be just doin’ anything.

Nubbins been cooped up since the day miss Sally jumped hoop through the window and it never got better since. So fed up with it he’d rather run into traffic and break both his legs again than spend five more minutes underneath of Texas.

But it’s night, and his bones don’t work too well on him anymore, so it’s dangerous. ‘Lot more’n it used to be. He’d take his other half for double protection and go together, but Bobby’s in bed with a pillow over his eyes, been there all day from the pain keepin’ him down.

That’s the part Nubbins hates the most. His brother bein’ sick. All their lives’ is been pocked by rashes and flare ups of some no good disease, but this head wound’s been different on them. Don’t share a room no more, don’t talk in their heads. Can’t, ‘cause sometimes Bobby’s brain shuts down on him too, twitchin’ limbs and eyes rollin’ and droolin’ on himself. Seizures they’s called.

Scares Nubbins so bad he gets sick himself and gotta lay down. Don’t like bein’ helpless to fix it.

Best he does is when some bitch breaks in lookin’ to go explorin’, he’ll slice ‘em up and pass ‘em along to be butchered. Bubba get nervous about lookin’ nice for supper an’ he can spin somethin’ about pretty and nice and ‘Your brother wouldn’t lie to ya!’

‘Cept everythin’s a lie anymore and he’s sick of it. Can’t be sure of nothin’.

Nubbins creeps into his twins room while he’s s’posed to be restin’, slidin’ his makeshift slat door over the arch he just come through to seal them up. He can make nice and respect a home that’s fallin’ to bits, and he hates every second of livin’ in, in hopes it’s gonna be a temporary stay and they’ll move on soon. Repayment for good behavior.

Except for one tiny flashlight pointed straight up at the ceiling and covered by thin tissue paper to turn it blue, the room is dark. Music ain’t playin’ from his records and there’s no laughter. Bad signs.

“Bobby? I-Is you awake?” He hears himself call out and echo around even though Bobby’s room is the littlest, more of a cave than a big towrin’ room like the rest got. Cozy in here just to rub in that he ain’t ‘llowed to share one space together since the war put miles and miles between them that never shrink no matter what they does.

No answer, so Nubbins keeps prodding, voice a harsh whisper. Got to be sure.

“I-If you’s awake I-I’m gonna tell a-and you’ll be in b-big trouble!”

It’s the cover of the dark that keeps him from seein’ his twin slit one eye open, readjusting vision wise to his room while he tries to remember which way is up and which way is down, and where the hell Nubbins come from. Since he don’t notice, Nubbins starts to ramble.

“O-Okay. I gots to get this off m-my ches’. Stuck on me like some s-sucker leech. Bubba says.. they says I-I can’t jus’ burn it l-like one though.” Hurts in his knees, but he paces while he talks, picks at his fingers, anything to keep himself from stoppin’ and thinkin’ too hard on his worst fear. Or his second worst or so on. Lot more paranoid thesedays.

“I th-thought you was dead. Th-They called and said that you was in the h-hop-sital. Thought that was f-fancy talk for already killed.”

Wouldn’t admit it still, but he’d sorta written Bobby off as dead the second he landed in ‘Nam without him. Didn’t think anybody come back alive from a real life war.

“I know w-we’s the ones do lots of killin’, m-maybe I’s jus’ dumb but.. I-I thought.. thought for s-sure we couldn’t die that way.”

Back then he’d get called mean words for all that. Idiot, fool, slow. That kind of thing. Can’t help that it don’t make any sense to be as weak as any other piggy and still allowed enough power to take the others apart.

Bobby, silent but very much listening, finds the same is true his way. Nothin’ like holdin’ a rifle in his hands and blowin’ the brains outta ten men in five minutes. Go crazy off that kinda power. Go runnin’ headlong into a line of booby traps and wham! Half of the troops he lived every day with was in bits around him, and there’s blood all in his eyes and the pain’s so bad he can’t even feel it somehow or breathe.

Worst was his body gettin’ all locked up. Seen it before a couple times when the beeves would get knocked about in the head but didn’t die quick, their limbs curlin’ and gettin’ stiff. But feelin’ that, his wrists stuck bent at his chest, his legs juttin’ straight out, not bein’ able to move or even scream, or think as his brain turned on and off, it was real life hell.

Don’t come back the same after somethin’ like that. Realizin’ mortality is tough work he don’t wanna deal with any more.

Not that Nubbins talkin’ his ear off helps.

“B-But you died. All over the table. Had to.. to sh-shock you and stuff to get ya back wit’ us.”

Yowch. The paddles left scars all over him. Wasn’t supposed to get the zap with his plate, but the wound’s nice ‘n closed up so it got passed over in his notes. Life-savers gets more careless sometimes than him and his fam’ly of life-takers. Takes great pride in knowin’ that dumb old bitch hog nurse is some other dead peeled pig already.

“I w-was scared. I was mean ‘fore you left, ‘cause I was s-sad I-I couldn’t come wit ya. And my last words to you e-ever in the world w-woulda been mean. I think I’d’ve died t-too if you was dead. W-Woulda made sure ‘f it prob’ly.” Nubbins keeps talkin’ over Bobby’s thoughts, and that hits him like a ton of bricks or bamboo shoots or a dull machete.

Makes his face wrench up on all instinct and his pretend snoring stop.

Always sharp in his own way, Nubbins catches his reaction and swats at Bobby’s arm for it, “Hey! You isn’t asleep! B-Be awake! Why was you p-pretending on me?”

“Why was y-youuu gonna kill yourself?” Bobby can’t help but counter after what he just heard, pokin’ back at Nubbins equally as sharp and sittin’ bolt upright.

Seems like a stupid question when he just explained it. “W-Why was you gonna die first!?” Nubbins yells at him.

“I-I got hurt!” Bobby insists. Took him a while to accept it himself he’s got to admit.

That’s just the thing. Nubbins knows that much and not a detail more. Been a long time and he just been left out all the while.

“B-But you ain’t tol-told me how so.”

“‘Cause I-I don’ wanna talk ‘bout it.” This time Bobby ain’t raised his voice, mutterin’ so quiet Nubbins gotta scoot closer to hear.

“If y-you keep bein’ secrety, I won’t know you no m-more.” Nubbins warns out of frustration, an ultimatum of sorts that he’s ready to be told the whole truth.

Hurts Bobby’s feelings the way he words it though, makes him get twitchy and shout, “Shut up! I-I’s still th-the same!”

“Nuh uh! Y’all’s hair is gone!”

“M-My hair been gone since they sh-shipped me out!”

Shows off the perfectly horrible jagged scar all along the side of his fuzzy head. Nubbins prods at it even though he’s been told again and again not to touch, “But now you gots a hole i-in your-“

His twin smacks his hand hard, scrunches his shoulders back like it’ll stop him from bein’ touched if he gets small, “I know it! Don’t n-need youuu t’ tell me like I ain’t the one l-livin’ with this damn itchin’ plate in my skull!!”

But he wants to be close again, inseparable like the was as little ones. Can’t un-hurt Bobby’s head no matter what happened to it. Nubbins got another idea he can’t see the flaw in.

“Y-You could give me a p-plate too.”

“No! Hell no. You d-don’ want this.” Bobby immediately answers and cross’ his arms to show he ain’t budging.

Nubbins squirms around a little desperate, a little pissed off and frustrated and sad, shaking his arms, “B-But we’s identical-“

“I said no. D-Damn, you’s makin’ me feel old and stuck up l-like Drayton!” Bobby barks in his face. Nothin’ he hates more than bein’ mean to his twin, actin’ all serious, but he’s barely full healed up and just about miserable every damn day. Full of regret over not findin’ a way to dodge the draft. Could’ve thrown one of his fits out in the open at boot camp and never got sent along to ‘Nam. Now he’s sufferin’ for it and he gots to be grown up and warn his brother about a new reality they never faced, “This sh-shit hurts, Nubs. Can’t hardly see nothing’, c-can’t hardly walk. It’s bullshit. Hell, ain’t no.. no f-fair for you cut all your hair off just ‘c-‘cause mine’s gone.”

Face all concentrated and scrunched up, Nubbins eventually declares, only half listened to Bobby’s speech but at least movin’ past auto bodily mutilation. “W-We gonna figure out some o-other way be friends again.”

“Why isn’t we friends n-now?” Bobby is the one to ask softly, genuinely wants to know on account of if he can change. The war changed ‘im that’s for damn certain, changed the way his head works most ‘a the time. Surely they can do it the other way too and on purpose this time .

“Don’t hardly know ya these days.” Nubbins mutters grimly, only time he ever been so flat voiced when he found Gramma wasn’t breathin’ in her rocker-chair no more.

So his own twin brother sees him as some useless dead thing. Nice ego boost for the middle of an already shit day with his twitches. Had a seizure ‘fore Nubs come in here, was hidin’ from the light when he heard him slip through. Goddamnit it shouldn’t hurt his chest so bad havin’ this giant wound up on his brain and still thinkin’ words is worse.

Nubbins eventually continues and breaks the cycle of hatin’ on himself, “I-I-I wanna know ya again. Y-You my twin. For forever.”

Ain’t a lost ‘cause yet.

Bobby actually smiles, damn right smiles after what feels like years without it, “I can t-tell ya f’r certain, I don’ like a-all this serious business talk.”

“M-Me either.” Prodding his side, gentler than maybe is normal but not afraid to touch, Nubbins giggles, “You wanna do s-somethin’ fun?”

Bobby shoots up right out the confines on his bed to scramble to his feet, not even carin’ that there’s gonna be hell to pay later on if he gets hurt or somethin’, just relieved. To have fixed it, gotten some kinda permission to not be stuffy and serious ‘bout his Chop Top forever. When he almost leaves Nubbins behind in his excitement he turns back and grabs his hand, “Hell yeah I do!!”

Been schemin’ up on somethin’ fun on his own, makin’ a perfect plan for some trouble in anticipation of this moment. For the lightin’ problem that’s becomin’ more and more apparent the more times he cracks his nose against stone walls and giant pillars. They’s gonna grab Bubba, and they gonna steal a traffic light.

[zerindel]

Please god give us your Rib Recipe

Oven Temperature: 200-250F

Cool Time: 4-6 hours

The ideal is 200 for 6 hours, but you can vary within these ranges to match your timing needs and quirks of your oven. Before you start on the ribs, pre-heat your oven, and get a layer of tin foil on your baking tray long enough to place the ribs on, with a couple extra inches on each end. Put the ribs on this tray before continuing.

For your seasonings, you're gonna want salt, pepper, garlic powder, and paprika. I also like to use cayenne pepper, but I only apply it to half for the sake of the spice intolerant. Now, here is the CRUCIAL aspect of making these ribs: you gotta fucking *smother* those things in seasoning. Do not apply your salt or pepper with a table grinder; get fine-grain salt and pre-ground pepper, and coat the ribs with em. Same for the others. By the time you finish with the paprika, you should not be able to *see* the meat under the layer of seasoning. I am not exaggerating. Start with the concave side of your ribs, then flip and season the other side. This is so the flat side isn't left sitting in juices that will wash off the seasoning.

Now, grab another sheet of tin foil. Using this and the extra tin foil you cleverly left for yourself at the start, you are going to cover the ribs and wrap them up *tight*. It doesn't need to be perfect, but you want to try and keep any juices from running out and onto the tray. Once this is done, put em in the oven and wait 4-6 hours.

It has been 4-6 hours! Your ribs are *almost* done. Take them out and open up the foil, but do it carefully so it can be resealed. Take your BBQ sauce and slather it on, then flip and repeat. (Flipping the ribs here is the one hard part, they will be too hot for your hands, and tongs will probably tear the meat off the bone. Try two spatulas, and be careful.) Seal the ribs back up, and cook for 15-20 more minutes. After that, you're done, and you have Erin's Delicious Ribs(TM) to eat!

OPTIONAL: Add some lemon juice as well when you put the BBQ sauce on. It takes a lot to be noticeable, but it has reviewed well.

P.S. If you're asking this and you know me IRL you have to make the recipe for me sometime :3

[swampstew]

KillerCook Chapter 13

Welcome to Raven’s Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and celerate Straw Hat Luffy's birthday. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI

Going Live in 3…2…1…

GO

“Good evening everyone, thanks for tuning in. I’m Killer and this is my neighbor, Sanji.”

The two blond men sat at a slim table as they faced they audience, both waving their hands in greetings and casual small talk as viewers started joining the stream.

“Have you ever been on a live stream? Wait, are you even on social media?” Killer asked.

“Killer, we follow each other on Instagram,” the curly browed man scoffed.

“Oh the one I hardly use?” Killer asked in surprise, quick to pull out a cell phone. After scrolling for a few seconds, “Oh yeah, here you are: Sanji {censored}. Wait, THAT’s your last name? Are-are you serious?”

“Yeah, I’m adopted. What about it?”

“Why would you use your full government name on the Internet, you [redacted] idiot?” Kid griped as he came into the camera’s focus, taking the third seat at the table.

“It was never a concern until you blabbed it out loud in front of 3,000 and growing listeners,” Sanji snapped at them, whipping out his cell phone from his suit. “Great, now I gotta go on private…huh…hmm…maybe, maybe I’ll just change my user name,” he quieted down suddenly.

“Ooooo-kay. Moving on - we’re switching things up a bit. Today is a friend of a friend’s birthday and, surprisingly, a few people came to us seeking advice on making cake. Did no one ever teach them to bake? So Sanji and I thought we would make it a challenge. For ours and your entertainment.”

The camera was shifted offside to the second half of the kitchen, on the massive kitchen island that was set and stationed with ingredients, counter-top ovens, and three contenders.

Franky, Usopp, and Bubblegum.

They waved at the camera before the spotlight was once again on Killer.

“Now I’m no stranger to making cake but I’m brave enough to acknowledge that when it comes to plating and food decorating, Sanji is the true expert. Heat, please bring out the birthday cakes.”

Heat walked to the camera and showed off the treat before depositing the three-tier cake, with classic yet tastefully festive decorations, on the table for the hosts. Clean calligraphy on the top declared it to be Sanji’s roommate’s name, the birthday boy. Straw Hat Luffy. Repeating the process, Heat dropped off another cake, this time the cake was designed and shaped to look like a hunk of meat. A small straw hat sat atop of the bone leg.

“Thank you, Heat. Our challenge is to have our contenders make cakes that rival Chef Sanji’s. The rules are: it has to taste well, look good, the cake must be made using the ingredients on the table - no getting creative…looking at you, Bubblegum…” Killer warned.

“Both stacked cakes are layered with buttercream frosting, and decorated with more frosting, modeling chocolate, and fondant for the details. On average it takes about 90 minutes to bake and decorate a cake with enough time for cooling and correcting for any errors. But Killer is a bit sadistic.”

“That I am. And because it’s my show, I’m only giving these guys one hour.”

Kid slammed his hands on the table, standing up to shout, “SO GET BAKING!”

A separate camera was stationed and angled to record the contenders, catching Usopp as he jumped and knocked his bowl of eggs on the ground. Shattering.

“Ooooh and we’ve suffered our first casualty already. Of course Kid caused it and OF COURSE Usopp reacted,” Killer commented.

“Yeah this is going to set him back a little but not by much, Killer. The rule of thumb is to have your eggs and butter be at room temperature so they incorporate with the ingredients better. Having to use colder eggs means his batter could come out denser than he intends,” Sanji lit a cigarette. “Oh I meant to ask, can I smoke in here?”

“It’s fine, we smoke in the house all the time,” Kid left the table and the suspicious sound of bubbling water could be heard, followed by a billow of smoke.

While Usopp rushed around Bubblegum to retrieve new eggs, Franky was fast at work setting his ingredients in order to start baking. Bubblegum was lightly dancing on his feet as he read over the written recipe they had been provided.

“We gave them base cake mix recipes so they have to decide a flavor combination on their own, which can really make or break a cake’s standing with the crowd,” Sanji piped up after taking a few drags.

“If I was given a bad cake, I’d take it personally,” Kid said menacingly, drumming his metal prosthetic fingers on the table.

“Yeah yeah the threatening and torturing, we’ve all heard it,” Killer waved him off. “Sanji, how did you make your cakes? Explain so our viewers can learn the proper way.”

While Sanji explained the intricacies of the art of baking, Bubblegum, Usopp, and Franky were hurriedly working on their creations.

Franky was whistling as he quickly mixed his ingredients, pouring the thin batter into the pans and popping them into the oven. He looked confident, with the box of butter left unopened and parchment paper forgotten. Things one would normally use to grease a baking pan and protect batter from sticking.

Bubblegum was pouring his cake batter in the pans before he froze, a worried look on his face. Looking between the oven and his station, he quickly opened a can of dulce de leche and drizzled it directly into the batter, using a fork to mix it evenly.

Usopp, in an effort to save time, was throwing all his ingredients into the bowl and mixing them together. The batter was looking a little liquidly as he stepped in place to channel his nervousness.

“While the cake is baking, you should work on your buttercream frosting, a key point in the process to keep the cake moist while you decorate. It also serves as a binding agent for folding fondant over it. We gave the contenders pre-made fondant and modeling chocolate because I have some compassion. Drape the fondant over the cake, smooth it out, and trim at the edges. For a regular cake you can mainly use buttercream, but I would recommend it for shapes like the meat cake because it can help it maintain some structure, if it’s balanced just right. Too much weight can cause it to fall off or make a dent in your cake.”

“Modeling chocolate is great for decorations and requires a less refined hand compared to buttercream calligraphy. I would knead and mold the chocolate to be a straw hat, the bone leg coming from the meat of the cake, or maybe something cute like little balloons and party hats as cake toppers,” Sanji chuckled.

“I’m going to make some predictions,” Killer folded his hands, “Franky’s cake will get stuck to the pan, Bubblegum’s cake might come out crumbled based on how hard he was forking his pan, and I’m a leeeettle concerned about salmonella from Usopp’s cake.”

“If it looks and smells fine, I’ll eat it,” Kid chipped in.

With two minutes left on the timer, Killer reminded the bakers to put their cakes under the frosted cake covers when the timer hit zero seconds.

The three judges rose to their feet as they counted down the last 10 seconds.

“3…2…1…present your cakes!”

The three contenders lifted their respective covers for both camera’s that were now hovering between all 6 men as they stood at the kitchen island.

It was…hard…to stifle the giggles and laughter coming from Killer and Sanji, while Kid looked more or less baffled with the results.

Franky’s cake was well structured like the tier cake Sanji had made, if only a little flatter and less attractive. Franky was good at making things, but not so much with decorating - at least not when it comes to cakes. His cake was layered with fondant that slightly ruffled at the edges, and his buttercream handwriting wasn’t the best. His chocolate balloons were perfectly spherical but missing their strings, so they were actually more like colorful balls.

Usopp’s cake was much, much smaller than all five cakes. His station was a mess of puddles and crumbled cake, suggesting his cakes had cooked too thin and fell apart easily. To compensate for the small stature, Usopp made an effort to recreate the meat shaped cake. It certainly looked like a meat. The cake was the same color as Sanji’s, the straw hat looked fairly decent, unfortunately it - along with the molded chocolate bone - weighed too much and fell off the side.

Bubblegum’s cake was a combination of both. He had made the tier cake, and added the straw hat and a mini-meat sized cake as the toppers for his cake. Instead of buttercream lettering, a single candle stood between the toppers.

“I don’t actually know how old he is,” the tattooed man said sheepishly.

Kid was about to say something when Killer stopped him, “Its taste testing time. Cut off a slice from each cake and we’ll let you know if it’s acceptable to give to the birthday boy…man… Is he still a teenager or in his twenties?” he whipped his head to Sanji.

Sanji lit another cigarette, “He’s a kid at heart.”

“Good enough! Let’s take a bite.”

Starting with Franky’s cake, Kid and Sanji’s faces immediately crinkled as Killer went off camera to eat his piece.

“The…the flavor,” the redhead choked out.

“It’s…certainly a unique choice but I’m not sure I can place it,” Sanji looked at Franky.

“It’s cola flavored,” the mechanic gave the camera a thumbs up.

“It certainly is,” Killer responded as he grabbed bottled water for himself, Kid and Sanji. “Your cake had us in the first half. It looked like it could be trusted, and while the cola in itself isn’t a baaaad flavor, just…when it’s in my mouth, I feel like my taste buds are screaming, ‘that shouldn’t be cake!!’”

The judges nodded in agreement before moving on to Usopp’s cake. Only this time, Killer didn’t step away to taste it.

“Usopp, your cake is somehow cooked in some layers but not in others and I’m struggling to understand how that’s possible,” Killer nudged the cake around the plate.

Sanji agreed, “You know my policy on not wasting food but I don’t think I can defend this one. Your creative skills shine wherever you take them, the cake definitely looked edible.”

Kid was the only one who ate his portion, “Can barely taste the flavor,” he shrugged, biting into the chocolate straw hat.

Moving on to the final cake, the judges tasted the generous slice presented to them.

Sanji started, “Bubblegum, I don’t know you that well but I can tell, you can make a cake on the fly. I liked your last ditch effort to flavor this cake with the caramel drizzle and it gives your cake a nice texture, especially where the cake is a little dry. Your decorations are pleasant to look at, you even went the extra mile by combining both my examples into one!”

Killer came back to the kitchen island, “He’s an overachiever, that’s our Bubbs. I even like how he made the straw hat out of rice krispie treat covered with thin layers of buttercream.

“Suck up,” Kid rolled his eyes as he finished the plate, “But its a good cake BG. You make me proud. I don’t really love fondant so I appreciate you topping the cake with frosting and leaving the fake crap to the meat topper.”

“The meat is also made of rice krispie treat,” Bubblegum chirped.

“Work smarter not harder, that’s m’boy.”

“It time to declare which cakes are acceptable to bring over for Luffy’s party,” Killer announced. The three judges took a few minutes to themselves to discuss the cakes.

Lining up in front of their contenders, Killer addressed them and the live audience at the same time, “We saw some struggles, we saw some personal challenges, and most importantly, we saw growth. Whether or not that helps you make better cake in the future is not really my problem but I hope you at least take away something meaningful from this.”

Usopp nervously giggled.

“The cakes that are acceptable—“

Killer didn’t finish his sentence, cut off as someone shouting throughout the house could be heard.

“SAAAAAANJJIIIIII? WHERE AAARRE YOOOUUUUU?” the person with a tune in his voice was coming closer to the kitchen, “C’mooonn!!! We can’t start the party without you!! Are you hiding my cake here? I promise I won’t take a bite out if it and cover it up like last time.”

The kitchen occupants were silently moving towards the backyard sliding glass door, hoping to make a clean escape. Their hopes quickly blown away as the kitchen door handle turned.

Monkey D. Luffy walked through the door, multiple cone hats sat over his trademark straw hat.

The last words the audience heard: “HOLY CRAP FIVE CAKES?!?!?!”

Before the live stream suddenly cut to black, a rabid Luffy sprinted towards the judges and contenders as they screamed in fear.

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[softagenda]

birds of a feather (ais)

ais x reader(f)

baking au / short fic

series: birds of a feather ; aperitif

originally posted on ao3

masterlist

Preview

“Barkeep said you’d be back here,” Ais’s voice echoes through the empty kitchen, sounding bemused. “Gotta admit this wasn’t what I expected.”

You glance over your shoulder, snort, and continue to knead the large, lumpy mass of dough on the counter. “Thought I’d be butchering the cow for them?”

“Cleaning the bones for a necklace, bottling marrow for potions,” he adds, his footsteps drawing closer until he appears at the edge of her counter. “Scrying prey with skin or eyeballs. The usual.” He leans over and braces his elbows on the stone, chin notched in his palm.

“Ha ha.”

“Just thought you’d be doing something a little more badass.”

The dough softens and pulls beneath your hands, wisps of flour puffing into the air with each roll. For a long time, you’d been afraid to touch not just anyone but any thing . When you were young, your teacher had eventually convinced you to work on more crafts and skills, to grow more comfortable with your bare hands - and despite all they’d put you through, those memories still held bittersweet solace even now. “There’s still time to add more ingredients. A cup of chopped, eldritch sea demon should add some spice.”

“I was just about to ask if that was a meat cleaver in your pocket, or if you’re just happy to see me.”

You roll your eyes and pause to spread the dough between your fingers, before balling it up and dropping it in a pot to mature in the shade for a while. “Guess Leander’s getting most of my loaf tonight. I know he’ll appreciate it.”

The corner of his mouth quirks. “Most? Who else?”

“Vere will probably sneer, express his utmost disdain for such peasant fair, and then eat a fourth of it. He’s a slut for a honey glaze.” You sidle closer and prop your hip on the edge, looking him over. It’s a little unusual to see him out and about during the day. His hair windswept, the folds of his kimono draping around his belt and down his left arm, Ais looks as though he just rolled out of bed.

“Mhin seems like they’d have a sweet tooth too. Kuras… hmm.” You shrug and flick the tail of your hair over your shoulder. “Hard to know what the good doctor likes. Have you ever seen him eat?”

“No, despite Leander’s best attempts.” Red eyes trail lazily over the quiet kitchen: stacks of copper pots, a shelf full of knives and spokes, the massive iron cauldron warming in the hearth, before stopping on you. “He likes you, though.”

“Think he’d break bread with me?” You ask with a laugh in your voice. 

Ais only hums, but the faint smile evolves into something with a little more teeth. 

“It’s a shame my bread’s not badass enough for the Seaspring’s master,” you muse, biting on your tongue to keep from grinning. “Guess I’ll go and have a cry about it.”

“Always wanted to make you cry, sparrow,” he says, rising from his slouch and stepping toward you. His broad shoulders cage you up against the counter, his body looming over you. He’s not hot like most men and monsters - Ais seemed to exude the same chill that drifted in mists from the Seaspring, smelling of brine and brimstone. “Didn’t think I’d manage it like this.”

You look up at him from beneath your lashes, hooking your finger into the lip of the leather belt. You’re exceptionally careful of what you touch and where, without your bandages to shield him. “How did you imagine it?”

Ais leans into your space, his heavy-lidded gaze settling on your mouth with smoldering heat, like embers roasting on a bed of coals. His finger drew a line across the counter before lifting, a peak of flour sitting there like a snow cap. “No clothes. Less flour.” He blows it off, smirking as the cloud drifts into your face. 

“The counter’s unexpected, but… not bad.” He wraps his knuckles against the top. “It’ll probably hold up.” 

Heat curls within you. “ Probably .”

Ais shrugs. “Probably.”

You take a long, steady breath, feeling your stomach brush against him. “Better chances than that pier, I suppose.”

Something swam through his red eyes, the glow brightening for a heartbeat. “Now that’s a thought, sparrow.”

“You haven’t had it before? I’m offended.”

“Figured you’d want a bed, at least.”

“I’m not picky.” 

Ais chuckles, the sound so low and pleased that it hooks into you with electric warmth. He leans his body forward until his weight presses against you, pins you to the cold stone at your back, and cranes his neck. He presses a grinning mouth against yours. 

“Birds of a feather, sparrow.”

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a/n: thank you for reading!

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GRAPES OF WRATH. - Samuel T. Owen (Sato )

🎧 listening to - concrete jungle (bad omens)

CONTENT. - heavy themes of manipulation, sexual themes (consensual and non consensual ), mind break, humiliation (non-sexual), broken bones, yandere/obsessive behavior, unknown character death, infantilization, gun play, violence & murder, age difference, terrorism’

…

The theory of immortality is confusing.

The idea that a living, breathing, human, can overcome the disease that is death is one that many have left to their imaginations.

To be human, to be alive - is to die. The process of your cells breaking down, once your heart beats one last time, is a fate which many of us will soon know. A fate that all organisms have known. Whether their heart stops beating or not.

So, what do we call these … Agins?

They simply cannot be human, they disregard every human being’s greatest goal. “death” but they were born human weren’t there? raised as a human? Speak like we do, eat like we do, is it a mimicry? Have they been faking the traits that all humans know? For what purpose?

so many questions.

They build up in the mind like a ticking time bomb, keeping you from doing the simplest of tasks. - Ever since you saw the news that faithful day.

A young reporter, one that even looked slightly like you. Stood in-front of what looked like a mental hospital. You and your friends gathered in front of the tv inside your friend’s little bedroom, watching in silence as the reporter confirmed that there are beings out there, who have defeated death. That one of them, resembling a human, a man, tall, dark, and almost cute had escaped one of these facilities that was meant to hold them. With the help of one of their other “Agin” buddies.

The confusion clouded like gas, thick. With an abundance of questions. Your friend was the first speak out, Naomi, the owner of the little room you sat in.

“I gotta call my parents! this has to be fake!” she said fumbling with her phone as she stood up.

“Nah, I don’t think it is,” Chloe started, they wouldn’t put a prank like this on national tv.” You shook your head in agreement,

“hopefully uhm, they catch them soon?” your voice comes out unsure, not helping with Naomi sopratic behavior.

“I hope they don’t.” Chloe leans back on her chair, pulling out her phone. “Who knows what they did to him in that lab, probably ran all types of experiments.”

Only if you knew the end of it.

Only if they had shown a photo of the Agins on that faithful day, the dark man who had escaped wasn’t the villain in your story, just another player on a chess board played by a wannabe god.

And the wannabe god was certainly was close to it.

He didn’t even bother tying your hands up the first time he laid you in that thin metal bed, you were stripped of your clothes, only left in a pair of pink cotton underwear and fluffy socks. He had laughed when you offered him money, combed his hands through your hair, when you tried to beg for your freedom, wondering why you were in that predicament in the first place.

The first night was your only night of peace, when you think about it. Waking up the next morning to the sound of playful shooting games and the heaviness of your swollen eyes. Slowly blinking open to the sight of a metal warehouse.

“your awake now sleepyhead?” He only glimpsed up at you from his chair. His constant clicking keeping his attention off of you.

The first thing you had thought of was how strange this whole situation was. Who was this strange man? Why hasn’t he even looked up at you! were you going to die? was he going to sell you off as meat to some old men around the world? Or is this some type of sex slave thing?!

Like he can read your thoughts, he sits up and stands next to you. Every nerve, muscle and bone in your body quakes at you to run. Flight or flight kicking in as your hand bunch up the much softer blankets below.

“your probably very confused right now? I’m not one for monologues but I uh don’t watch you to be to scared.” he’s much taller than you, now that you can see him up close and not under the dark moonlight. Much bigger too, more masculine than any man you’d ever seen. Older as well. But you can’t tell his actual age, not from the contrast of his face to his body.

You wouldn’t stand a chance.

“You’ll be staying here for a while with me, won’t worry I won’t keep you separated for long, I even had the bedsheets changed to be more comfortable.”

he pulls a piece of loose hair behind your ear, in an almost sappy way. Like in those romantic drama you used to love so much.

“I wouldn’t run either, I wouldn’t want to have to break one of your pretty arms, right baby?” You externally cringe at the pet name . The expression washing over your face. “I uh… sorry, I’m not used to this.” He looks almost… embarrassed? But that’s not the correct term. Almost pitiful, you would say. He even washes his hands over his face dramatically as he left you there on the bed. Fully unrestrained.

And you sat there. Unrestrained for days. Months probably. By yourself in a room. With nothing but the uncertainty and confusion of your situation.

In reality it had only been two weeks, The only human interaction was with that creepy old man and the quiet ginger who brings you food. The only time you’ve really spoken was with the latter, it was on one of the days where your fate weighed heavy on you. Your eyes becoming swollen and you couldn’t help but sob into yourself. The thin man had happened to come in around meal time, pushing a plate of rice and soup onto your dresser.

“Uh-uhm. Are you okay?”

He came up behind you, hesitant to touch you in your state.

“Hey I get it- I felt powerless before too. But trust me, Satos only going to help you!”

Sato.

The only real thing you took from that conversation.

Sato is the one who took you away from your life to put you in a playhouse with only metal walls, a bed and a tv.

And you thought the boredom was the extent of your problems.

The boredom that soon rotted away with the presence of the same man, the one you thought was too scared to even show himself around you.

“Whew I’m beat.” He starts.

You blink up. your body clutching around the covers in your defenseless state.

It takes you a second to adjust but you wish you hadn’t.

You certainly wish you hadn’t seen him covered in blood, his overalls stained with scent of ash and crimson.

You jump up, your bodies instincts failing you once again as he grabs you.

“Chill..” he whispers as he holds you down, his voice deep and low, your stomach filling over as his scent overtakes your being.

“what happened?” You manage to cough out, your voice seeming unrecognizable even to yourself, not even realizing why you asked the question.

“aww are you worried about me? Most of this blood was mine, so I guess you’re not far off.” He chuckles like he isn’t pressing you down into the bed. You quickly shake your head.

“Why would I be worried about you?!” You ask, with more venom than intended. “You’ve kept me locked up here like some patient!”

he’s not stunned by your outburst, not at all. Only laughing as he presses his head into your neck.

“Do you miss being outside?”

The words shock you more than his actions do, you don’t make a sound, however, shaking your head with less hesitance than you wished.

“How about we make a deal then?” He waits a moment before starting. He starts without words, with a kiss actually. A soft kiss to the soft of your neck. It’s sensitive, not from anything sexual but from the lack of human touch. “Don’t fight me, and I’ll let you outside?”

You’ve been bidding your time for a while. Every time he waltzed into your room. And laid in your bed without words, playing his little games or fumbling with the controller. You knew you couldn’t beat him, you knew that there was something different about him that ruined your chance of your body even trying to fight him. Now that it’s confirmed, with both his body language and the stains of blood he lays in, that If he tells the truth, this might be your only way out.

But actions speak louder than words. So commences. You were unsure if you’d let him rape you if he’d wanted to, but you were unsure if that would even be considered rape. Especially if you moan whenever his harsh lips meet your skin, sucking red and blue bruises into it. His knees in between your thighs as you held onto his blood-riddled shirt. You would almost hump his leg if let alone for another week.

“Have you had your first kiss yet?” He says softly, his voice is still so deep, and almost exhilarating as he grinds his knee against your clit.

“N-no” you whimper out, and he laughs at you again, it’s probably his favorite thing to do, giggle at your expressions or your cries.

The memory after it, kinda flutters in your mind. But he definitely keeps his promises.

Letting you outside to watch the buzzing city life. Not without the repayment of your body, not always sexual but your time as well.

Listening to him yap away about his video game rants. His playful energy would be almost delightful to be around if not your predicament. And the more time you spent with the others, the more your head cleared from the delirious state he had previously kept you in. Now gathering pieces of your old self.

Your old mind and humanity.

He loves to keep you entertained, wresting as a form of foreplay, before he ripped the peices of clothes he was hesitant to give you in the first place, (until he remembered that if you were to be around others, you had to be some-way decent). You could even inflict damage that would surely leave a scar, and as long as it lasted you found yourself using your full strength against him. Always to end up face down, with him whispering the filthiest things in your ear and his large hands creating bruises around your hips.

The constant drive in your mind grew as soon as you found out what his true nature was.

Which happened in a way, most might deem comical.

You were sitting in a larger room with two of Satos friends, unnamed and unimportant when a familiar face walked right through the door. Not familiar in the way as someone you would’ve known but someone you had wished to avoid in your normal life.

Tanaka.

An agin.

A creature. One that couldn’t be considered human, who broke all laws that surrounded human nature,

Your body had been conditioned around blood and violence, consistently filtering out the names of government officials, high towers that were continently destroyed on the news the next day, or the room, the constant location switches, the metal door which you had believed wasn’t filled with guns and weapons of war .

Everything clicking in your mind, from the first time you saw Tanakas escape to when they had bombed a pharmacy and Sato had turned off the tv before you had the chance to only see the familiar gray hair and thick eyebrows, in your heart maybe you’ve even heard his name before!

How could you be so stupid!

So stupid to believe that everything had an explanation that you didn’t need to be told. That all you had to focus on was gaining Satos trust even if that mean cockwarming through long matches of his games. All of it was for nothing because the people you had sat along with, were a different version of monster.

And before you knew it, your barefooted feet, were hitting the metal of a door; locking yourself in with only two ways out. A locked back entrance and the door you had just came out of. Even that escape was lucky, you didn’t know what they were capable of! And now that you’ve locked the door, what will they do to you? But it won’t matter because you won’t be there to find out! Throwing yourself, slamming your fist until their dark and blood. You don’t even get to savor the satisfaction of getting the door open.

Only him. A known terrorist, someone you’ve let violate you, even after he took you from your home, and killed all of those people!

but it’s not time to wallow! You try and push past him the best you can. Small fists being gripped and pushed behind your back, but you continue to struggle, to fight, to kick and push and headbutt. To scream and wallow and cry like the first time you were brought here, like after the first time he had kissed you and stolen your innocence. But it’s all useless.

As soon as the others get the door open, you’re pinned to the floor; your arm snapped in half and your eyes clenched shut in pain.

“Such a sorry sight, almost kinda feel bad for her,”

He doesn’t even speak; no response but another laugh. One that rings in your ear at the sound of your arm snapping,

Snap, and his laugh,

As he carried you back to another room.

Snap and his laugh,

As he stripped away your clothes until you laid naked on the cold floor,

Snap and his laugh,

Is all that replays when he finally mounts you, and doesn’t stop until there’s blood.

Snap and his laugh.

As he toys with you, throughout the days.

But maybe this feels better than before,

Knowing you’re not letting this happen, that you fought and lost.

That you didn’t enjoy the constant jokes and conversation.

Or enjoy him in anyway. That you weren’t craving his attention and touch on particularly cold night. Praying no God could hear you moan out his name as he spelled his name with his tongue.

Or enjoy his comfort. That you didn’t bat an eye when he told you not to worry about all the bad things he did.

You knew it all along and him being an Agin wasn’t the breaking point.

It feels good knowing that they laugh at you and believe your weak, that they can hear when your moans mix with cries when you call him a monster he forces a gun inside your little hole,

It feels good knowing that you’re helpless and it’s not your fault.

The confusion of it all wipes away, you won’t ever be pliant, you think. Only a mixture of sorrow under the rough hands of the man who shapes you, someone who couldn’t be considered a human, even though he acts, talks and sounds like him. No human would ever treat you like this, or be so cruel, to pretend like you love a real human girl, but all of it is lies, you lie to yourself to feel better about your delirium, to mend the cloud that forms whenever you whisper back “i love you toos”,

A sick joke, played out by an even sicker thought .