#she's also able to control it to let the demon take control enough to say

[idolsummons]

one day i should make a post about the benefits (and disadvantages, so to speak) of being possessed. it's nothing like "now she's flingin' fireballs" or anything but u know. there'd be little things

[lanawinterscigarettes]

NSFW headcanons for Jennifer Check and a submissive male S/O?

Anon I love you sm for sending this request in 🥺💗

Jennifer Check with a submissive male s/o nsfw headcanons

Warnings: SMUT, (mean) femdom, submissive male reader (physical descriptions of the reader are pretty vague so this should be able to be read by either cis or trans readers. Lemme know if there's anything that needs to be added or changed)

Jennifer has a more dominant personality in general but it'd definitely be more prominent if her s/o was a guy

Hates being told what to do, but she may humor you every now and then to see just how far you'll go and just how bratty you'll get. It makes the punishment afterwards even more fun

Speaking of punishments, they tend to include spanking, edging/overstimulation, and being forced to watch her get off alone

The last one is her personal favorite. She loves fingering herself while taunting you, saying things like "I don't really need you anyway, I can get myself off just fine without you"

You're not allowed to touch yourself when this happens either :( not that she'd let you cum even if you were

She is such a power bottom!!! fight me on it lol

Listen she loves being in control but hates having to do all of the work y'know what I mean

That doesn't mean she won't tell you what to do though, she's still very bossy even on the bottom

Will flat out tell you if what you're doing isn't pleasing her/is wrong in any way. Sometimes she'll be condescendingly sweet while correcting you and other times she'll just roll her eyes as she grumbles out instructions

Obsessed with humiliation/pain kinks. She can and will step on you (specifically your crotch) if you allow her to

Makes fun of you if you cry at any point during sex but she honestly loves it so much. She just enjoys humiliating you so you'll cry even more (this feeds into her not-so-secret dacryphilia kink)

Also she will straight up abuse your cock btw, whether that be through edging/overstimulating you to the point of tears or just squeezing you a bit too tightly when jerking you off or allowing her teeth to graze your shaft while going down on you

This goes for if you have a t-dick too. Trans guys are not safe from her rough treatment lmao

Prefers receiving to giving because she loves the feeling of suffocating you between her thighs, whether that's from her laying on her back or sitting on your face

That's not to say she isn't fantastic at giving, though, she just has to be in the mood for it. And don't think that you'll get the chance to take control during this time, not when she literally has you by the balls

If you know about her being demon possessed, then believe me when I say she is fully intent on visiting you directly after her, ahem, meals because of how horny the bloodlust makes her. Oh, you don't find her all that attractive covered in sweat and the blood of her most recent victim? That's fine, you can just help her get cleaned up in the shower afterwards ;)

I think she'd be fairly good at pegging because of just how whiny and pathetic she can make you, but she hates all the work that goes into it. Getting her to be on top for an extended period of time is something that happens once in a blue moon, like as a gift for your birthday, but if you beg enough you might be able to convince her to pull out the strap-on. I just hope you like riding, because that's one of the requirements of it

She loves riding btw. Doesn't matter who's riding who, it's one of her favorite positions (and also one of the only times that she'll willingly top without any complaints)

Every session ends with you being marked up in some way, shape, or form. Hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratches, the whole nine yards. If you want to mark her up too, then go right ahead, she fully supports it and is honestly a little disappointed if she doesn't have at least one physical reminder afterwards

If you piss her off enough but she still wants to have sex then she'll make you fuck her without being allowed to cum the entire time. Or she might finger herself and have you fuck her thighs/tits as a way to torture you

Adores any and every little sound you make. Moans, groans, whimpers, whines, etc. She wants to be able to hear you, which means you're expected to be loud enough to be heard over her own noises

She really doesn't mind fingering you or eating you out, but only if you beg enough. And then she has to hear your soft cries of pleasure while she does it, even with your face shoved into the pillows while you're on your knees with your ass up, or she'll stop. She just loves torturing you what can I say

Anything involving public sex is completely on the table. If she's feeling a bit less controlling one day she might wear a vibrator and give you the remote control to it, but if you tease her too much then your controller privileges will be taken away and you'll be forced to wear the vibrator every day for the rest of the entire week with it up to the highest setting as a punishment

Such a brat tamer. She loves to mock and belittle you while putting you back in your place for acting out, and that includes taunting you for getting aroused when she spanks you for getting an attitude with her

Even if you do behave she's still going to be a little mean unfortunately. She just can't help the way you look at her all cutely with tears in your eyes as you beg to cum (or in some cases stop cumming if you've been at it for a while)

End notes: okay I went a little crazy while writing this due to my excitement but I wanted to cover the most topics as possible (and I'm a little horny for Jen but really who can blame me)

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[oswhys]

So, when I played Lucanis’s questline for the first time, I genuinely thought that Illario was going to turn out to also be possessed. I like to try to come up with theories if there's some kind of mystery involved. Obviously, Illario is suspicious from the get-go but if you want to give him the benefit of the doubt you can, after all, grief really does make people act strangely, but not usually immediately after the death. But when he shows up after the defeat of Zara and kills her just as she says “Amatus” upon seeing him there's no doubt he was in cahoots with her. But then something interesting happens, he uses blood magic, some enchanted pin. He still keeps up the act of innocence though. We get further confirmation during the questioning of Zara’s corpse that the two were extremely close, at least from her perspective. But then we get a strange little tidbit from the memories of Lucanis later in his quest line when you're with spite. Lucanis has a memory or maybe it's some warped memory of Zara talking about the cultivation of an Envy demon. 

Zara’s project was to cultivate and bind different types of demons more easily through new techniques. Zara was talented enough to be able to put a demon inside of a non-mage subject, something that shouldn't be possible in the first place, or at least unheard of. She also wanted to cultivate certain types of demons, ones that are more rare and possibly harder to bind. We see the results of most of her test subjects, either walking corpses or bound demons. Let's say she agrees to take Lucanis to be a test subject, thinking the whole thing would just kill him and the terms of her deal with Illario would be met. Let's say shes surprised Lucanis is even able to merge with spite, let alone survive well afterward. Now let's say this gets her thinking, can she replicate this? Can she put demons and spirits into non-mages? Was this a freak accident?

I know I’m speculating a lot here but hang with me. Now I don't know if her scheme is to take advantage of Illarios jealousy and use it to create an envy demon, something rare and hard to bind, but it would naturally be attracted to that much envy in a person. Or maybe it's presented as an opportunity later down the line, that Illario could become an abomination and gain as much power as one, being able to tap into magic even if not in full control would still give him an edge. I don't know, I just think there was a bit more to the story that we don't know about, aside from what we’ve seen in some of the concept art. Which shows something akin to Illario being manipulated by either Zara or some kind of desire demon or??? Just someone in a pool of blood, with horns? But pieces of these ideas got left behind in the game. Fragments of something larger and it drives me up the wall. 

There's an obvious romantic connection between Illario and Zara that is never elaborated upon in conversation, It is a deeply interesting tidbit of information and nothing is done with it. Then there's Zara’s line in Lucanis’ memories of her saying that the conditions of cultivating an envy demon must be perfect (the line that sent me through this spiral). And then there is Lucanis’ log book. His 5th one if you don't save Treviso shares a reading list of books and he writes some notes with his thoughts about each. He says that Spite “trusts nothing to do with envy demons” which to be fair to spite, is reasonable they're… creepy, and envy as an emotion is a huge liar sometimes. 

There's just something there. Obviously, the story got cut up and changed with time but there was a time when I started to think that the reason Illario is so suspicious is that he's a red herring, or he's a patsy, or not in control of himself or being manipulated or SOMETHING. But no he's just… kinda stupid. He locked up his grandmother and kept her alive? IS HE STUPID?

Anyway, I just like the idea of some grander conspiracy or grander narrative and that maybe Illario wasn't all to blame for everything or that he was, and he was actually even more villainous. Being controlled by his own jealousy to the point of madness blah blah blah you see why I’m thinking about this so much now yeah?

[genderless-ghost]

oh my fucking god the domunox (idk how to spell his name and idc) reveal??? grand demon of loathing that attacks insecurities to induce self loathing to make people embrace the abyss??? holy shit. ashton is right they are so fucked, bells hells is a fucking buffet for this fucker.

chet - like he may love being the wolf, but his is losing control of the wolf and hurting people, especially those he cares about and that missing time where he might have hurt people like kids, especially considering he’s lost control and hurt the group before, specifically orym

laudna - her whole deal with delilah and how intertwined they are, but also hurting and losing imogen and to an extent the others, her self worth issues and how willing she is to give up herself and intertwine and use delilah to stop ludinus

imogen - losing laudna to delilah, especially if it’s emphasized that imogen could have saved her, the loss of her future with laudna, losing herself to predathos, what they’re doing isn’t enough, also is delilah taking control of laudna and she isn’t paying attention or able to stop it

fearne - outwardly she doesn’t have a ton of insecurities, but her parents could be brought up in a “they left you with nana, did they even want you, did they even care, they never came back”

ashton - his whole thing with self worth and feeling like they weren’t able to get fcg to see their own self worth. they are only here to take the damage the others can’t take, their abandonment issues especially with the nobodies, maybe even bring it back to what happened with the shard and absolutely bring in being unable to stop or save fcg

dorian - obviously his brother cyrus and what happened with opal and the crown keepers. ties into his own self worth issues and his connection to the spider queen, the fact that he doesn’t really know what he’s doing here, feeling lost. feeling like if he had let cyrus fix his problem, maybe he would still be here. i am so ready for robbie to wreck us at the live show and if matt brings orym into the hallucination with cyrus that dorian is having i will Lose My Mind even more than i already am

orym - all of his self sacrifice issues and need to protect his family at his own expense. also bringing in the the deal with nana mori and using the fight with laudna to make him feel like the group only wants him bc he can take hits for them. it would absolutely target his survivors guilt and his feelings that he shouldn’t have survived the attack when the others died. if he fails the save, i can’t wait for matt to show him his family, especially will and derrig and dorian, saying things like “why didn’t you save us, how did you let this happen, don’t you care about us? we’re dead you’re still here and you shouldn’t be”. let him break down and be angry and sob i want this so so bad

god i can’t fucking wait for the live show this is gonna wreck us

[thatsatricky1]

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“This is not going to be easy for us, you know, you basically doomed us from the start.” Y/n sighed out, readjusting her uniform.

“Czennie’s liked it when I wore it.” Jisung defended himself from where he sat at the end of your bed, also dressed.

“That is Czennie, this is your friends and members. It’s gonna be ruthless out there.” She counter argued turning to face away from the body length mirror in favour of looking at Jisung.

“And we both know for a fact I am not a Hufflepuff.” She continued moving over to Jisung, noticing his tie undone.

“Well we are supposed to match.” He gave a weak excuse not wanting to fess up; he'd just bought the hufflepuff version because it was the first one that came to mind that just somehow managed to be the same as his currently owned uniform.

“You do realise we didn’t also have to match houses right? You’re a terrible liar Sungie.” She mused out while moving to do his tie for him.

“If I have to wear the Hufflepuff one, so do you.” He mumbled out looking up at her while she continued tying his yellow/black tie.

“Alright, let’s go. I can already hear Haechan making as many puns as possible, not to mention Mark is going to be rattling one reference after another.

Jisung wincing at the mere thought as Y/n placed his scarf to hang loosely around his neck. Though he thought at least he’d be able to get through it with you dealing with it all by his side.

🪄

Y/n had been right about Haechan taking an opportunity to say a pun here and there whenever the duo was close by, but he laid off once the night started to go into full swing. Uselessly Y/n and Jisung would mingle around at parties like this, yet they stuck together this time round.

Wether for the fact they were matching or another completely different reason the two weren’t sure. But when Y/n had decided to go to Jeno for a quick chat leaving Jisung to deal with Jaemin by himself it all went south at least that’s what he thought.

“Matching houses Jisungie?” Jaemin teased out with a shit eating grin and knowing look in his eyes.

In that moment Jisung didn’t doubt that if you'd taken away his costume's fake devil horns and pitchfork that rested next to him on the couch, Jaemin would still embody a demon with just that look alone.

“Please don’t.” Jisung all but groaned out, cheeks and ears already heating up knowing fully well where Jaemin was going with this conversation.

If Jisung could take back a moment in his life it would be one that happened a few weeks ago. In a moment of weakness he’d blurred to Jaemin on his crush, said crush being their very own Y/n. Then again Jaemin wasn’t surprised in the slightest, claiming everyone but Y/n could tell. The two were too clueless for their own good.

“No, I think I will.” Jaemin’s grin grew even larger as he leaned in pinching Jisung’s reddening ear, continuing “Very smooth Jisungie very smooth.”

“So when are you gonna start sending really obvious signals to her? She’ll need a big hint to actually realise.” Jaemin asked, causing Jisung to look away.

Jisung couldn’t even think of a way of doing that let alone go through with it considering it was Y/n they were talking about.

And on cue she walked right back up to them having finished whatever previous conversation she’d been in. Moving to sit down on the couch.

“Stop scarring Jisung, Jaemin. Whatever you’ve done to work him up again.”

“Actually funny enough we were just talking about-” Jaemin’s words were cut off by Jisungs hand slapping against his mouth letting out a nervous laugh.

“What costumes we should try next year, you know? Like maybe the whole group costume thing could actually work out if we think about it now instead of last minute.” Jisungs rambled and spewed out words coming out in a rush as he tried to do damage control.

Y/n glancing at Jaemin who only wiggled his eyebrows, mouth no longer in action due to Jisungs hand muting him for the time being. She only gave a knowing look back before starting a whole new conversation.

🪄

“You know despite Haechan’s horrible puns I don’t actually think our costumes were that bad.” Y/n admitted when it was just the two of them walking out into the carpark.

“Huh?” Was all Jisung let out considering only this morning he’d watched her diss her own outfit in a mirror.

“I just think if we are gonna go in hogwarts uniforms why not the same house. Though we should have gone for Slytherin to be honest, besides that I thought it was nice.”

“We kinda ate on the matching couple hogwarts house uniforms.” Y/n finished off, shrugging as if her words didn’t just make Jisung nearly crash out at the mere word; couple being mentioned.

Jisung was about to go into a flustered ramble but Y/n cut him off before he could say something awkward.

“For the record I’m not as oblivious as the group thinks, I know you like me Jisung and before you say anything. I like you too.”

Jisung in all his thoughts about how he’d tell you about his feelings for you had not once thought it would be like this, dressed in hufflepuff robes on the 31st of October. Y/n only smiled when she noticed his ears reddening once again.

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[numberonecodwomenfan]

im going crazy thinking about my idea for a cod women roller derby au

i play roller derby and i literally just finished practice so its fresh in my brain rn

also theyre all on the same team because i want them to be besties ok

laswell is the captain of the glam grenades (yes i know the name is corny, derby team names usually are lmaoo), and her wife coaches the corresponding junior team. laswell’s derby name is watcher, and her number is 01. she usually plays as a blocker, but she’ll pivot sometimes.

farah is almost solely a jammer. her derby name is farah scare-‘em (which again, i know its corny but all derby names are 😭). she’s a speed DEMON, and she’s insane at jumps. if she’s jamming against you, you’re barely even gonna land a hit on her. she’s jumping around on her toe stops and squeezing around blockers like she’s dancing. alex goes to all of the team’s practices and bouts, and he’s practically drooling the whole time like “holy shit thats my badass girlfriend”

valeria is usually a pivot. her name is slammin’ scorpion (referencing that one line where alejandro calls her a scorpion 🤭), and when i say slammin, i mean it. shes one of those blockers that gets penalties constantly. she is VICIOUS. she send jammers flying when she hits them. she has a lot of pent up anger, ok? god forbid a woman has hobbies.

roze is a blocker for sure. she’s sturdy as hell and it takes a lot to take her down. her derby name is ragin’ roze and shes a bad bitchhhh!!! i like to think shes pretty tall, so sneaking around her is a no go with those long legs. she also seems like the type to manhandle her teammates a lot. like if the jammer is moving to the opposite side, shes yelling “out!” and just yanking the other blockers over.

callisto is a blocker too. she prefers to play as a point because she’s a control freak, and while she trusts her teammates, she prefers to be able to see the jammer. this is a really stupid joke but i think it would be funny if her derby name was lady liberty because she’s from france and moved to the US lmaoo

i feel like stiletto’s derby name would just be stiletto. its cool enough on its own lmao. she also gives blocker to me, and i feel like shes the type to get penalties a lot and then get insubordination penalties for giving the refs sass.

nova feels like a jack of all trades to me. i think her derby name would be nova, and i feel like she would be one of those players that just throws caution to the wind and charges in with no hesitation.

kleo is greek and i also imagine her to be pretty tall, so i think her derby name would be something like amazon lol. i feel like shed be a pretty aggressive blocker. she is NOT letting that jammer past, so much so that she sometimes gets stop block penalties.

uhh yeah thats all the brainrot i have lmao. i might draw them 😏😏

[codenamesazanka]

The word used here is actually "extermination" 「退治」 which is very much in the context of getting rid of evil/harmful things, like pests and demons.

I was going to let this one go because, fair. Shigaraki killed her friend, or did something to lead to the friend’s death.

But then I remember that you could say the same about Hawks. Twice passed away. Hawks is a damn murderer! Yeah, yeah, Hawks killed a terrorist, Hawks was doing it to protect people. Hawks is still a murderer, and someone was very angry with him for it. Shigaraki paid for killing the girl's friend with his life, as he should; Hawks is now President of the Hero Public Safety Commission.

A little confused about what this lady means, but it sounds like she thinks Shigaraki couldn't control himself? In any case, in the context of her being the lady that stopped to help but ditched Tenko because he looked wrong to her, this becomes a lie. He could've been stopped. If she had fucking helped him.

(Or, well. With the 419 Reveal, I can't see how AFO wouldn't have just eventually snatched Tenko out of the police box or orphanage even if he had been helped. But at least in Shigaraki’s telling, this lady did make him feel that itch again.)

Also noticed that her occupation is listed as ‘housewife’. I know it's been 16 years, and she’s 70 now, so maybe she retired (wouldn't her occupation be labeled as ‘retiree’, then?) But now I have to wonder if she didn't just lied about needing to hurry to work just to abandon Tenko.

This is false. We know it. Shigaraki wanted to destroy the society that rejected him and his friends. He wanted to destroy the illusion of peace All Might gave everyone. He wanted to be a Hero to the League, to the Villains, to those who suffered under Hero Society. He was never able to release a statement about it, so I can't blame people for thinking this of him, but he did have a cause and he did have ideas and it wasn't just a tantrum.

And because the League is an Alliance, the goals of each of his teammates was part of his goal - Dabi wanted to destroy Endeavor (succeeded, portrayed as right just last chapter); Toga wanted to destroy the idea of normal; Spinner wanted heteromorphobia dealt with; Compress wanted reform.

(Unless—Shigaraki meant what he said to Deku. That he was just a crying child. However, that is also later contradicted by him depending on Deku for the destruction to be staying and complete.)

This is the thing that Spinner’s book can counter… Like I said before, it seems like he's valorizing empty destruction, but it really isn't. But will it seem that way to anyone else?

Talked about the "police investigation" and "tragic past" here. Does this mean people know about the Shimura and AFO and the grooming? Do they know???

Do they know about Shigaraki’s tragic past or not??? That he wouldn't have existed without All For One? Or do they think kids like that do get kidnapped and groomed into evil often enough for the next Shigaraki to already be existing and is in fact waiting for a chance to strike?

As for All For One, people definitely don't know his past, so of course they think he’s just an evil that pops up. I wonder if they think he’s evil because he's a lonely man (what Deku said) or because he has a too-strong quirk that is easy to take advantage of people with?

Mostly I think they should make sure there’s no homeless people out there without healthcare (AFOFA Mom).

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Heya, could I request a secretly demon MC? They’re using some type of magic to hide their true appearance (basically one like a tiefling from DnD) and have a pact with The Devil, but are now suddenly trying to break it because the M6 gave them some type of hope for their life again?

Before the M6 even discover this, the MC was brash and selfish, also fairly quick to jump to violence (though probably not Vulgora level) and quiet about their past. How would the pieces click into place for them? In case you need any extra info you can just post that mentioning this ask and I’ll try to help

So sorry if requests aren’t open, your blog description says they are but I can’t find if there is a post also saying that so I’m not fully sure. If not feel free to ignore this!

The Arcana HCs: When MC's natural patron is the Devil

~ disclaimer: this request was work shopped a little with my requester, so you'll be seeing some different info in the setting. It was fun chatting with you, new friend, I hope you like these! - brainrot ~

-- some background --

Nobody knew when it was time to go up against the Devil that you were tempted to join him. While you never let on, his voice always spoke the loudest to you in the cards, and you relished the way his cunning nature enabled your own aggressive tendencies. While in the end you were able to work with your lover to preserve Vesuvia, you still feel a little guilt for the way his words continue to provoke you.

Julian

He's not going to judge someone for their past. The way he sees it, you're working with what you've got, and you're doing a fine job. If you're a little aggressive about it, cool

No seriously, he's kind of a fan. He got to watch you kick a rude customer out of your shop once and he still lies awake at night fantasizing about it

Let out some of your aggression with him. Please.

On a less indulgent note, he knows what it's like to have tendencies he's not proud of

It was a little daunting to tell him that it had been tempting to take the Devil's side and not live with any more constraints, and that you still struggle with some guilt about it, but he listened closely

He understands the feeling of guilt for something he didn't do, but still wanted to. He's quick to tell you how he relates to you, and to remind you of the lesson you taught him to live looking forward

Speaking of looking forward, are you sure you want to stay at the shop forever? You're not that well suited to customer service

Just saying, you have the potential to make a fine pirate ...

Asra

They didn't know of your affiliation until it came time to re-teach you magic, and the strong link they saw scared them a little at first

To be clear - he wasn't scared of or disturbed by you. He just knew firsthand what the Devil could be like, and he worried what kind of harm that affiliation might cause to the person he loves so much

It was another reason for them to be so secretive about your abilities - they weren't just waiting for your mind to heal enough to hear about the past, they were waiting for you to be strong enough to navigate a connection like that

He watched you when it came time to bargain with and subsequently trap the Devil, and he is so, so proud of you

Your short temper, aggressive nature, and quickness to violence are a different matter entirely. Everyone has things they struggle to control, that's part of being a person

They've spent years teaching you not to be afraid of or upset by your tendencies

If anything, they love the chance to see you let loose for the right reason. You're stunning when you're in your element

Nadia

You shake things up and she likes it

She's so used to maintaining total control of herself and biting back her immediate responses that your impulsive aggression is hugely refreshing

It's also a nice change when most of the people she interacts with prefer to hide their thoughts and actions as much as possible

Half the time you lose your patience and shout you just end up saying what she was already thinking

She's especially happy to find that you give as good as you get, and that the chances of her doing something you don't like without you letting her know is next to zero

She was able to perceive quite a bit of tension whenever you spoke to the Devil. She could tell how tempting it was for you to join him, and seeing your decision to resist only made her fall harder for you

As a result, she likes to challenge you to see your aggression as a gift instead of as a struggle

Have you considered some form of combat training? Fencing? Wrestling? You have a gift for violence, would you like to join her royal guard?

Muriel

You shake things up and it's better for him than he'd like to admit

If you're too quick to escalate things, he's the type who doesn't escalate even when it would be the appropriate thing to do

It was hard for him to get along with you at first. You remind him a bit too much of Lucio with your quick temper and loud voice, but you have a good heart

He especially saw it when the two of you were training under Morga. He came to recognize courage in your ferocity, and started to question what made a good person a good person

Of course, he didn't appreciate it as much when he was a little too close to your sparring matches and they started to get more aggressive than necessary

He's also quick to help you re-frame your guilt around your connection - you don't think he's a bad person after what he did, why would he think you're bad for what you didn't do?

He does value peace and quiet though, so he usually suggests that you stay in charge of splitting wood and other more violent jobs, just so you have a regular outlet

Portia

You have a short temper? She has a short temper too!

You're quick to throw a punch? So is she!

You two do learn quickly that it's not the best idea to only egg each other on. It doesn't always go well when you keep throwing each other's impulse control out the window every time something happens

You'll eventually perfect the art of taking turns reeling each other in. Though sometimes you play rock-paper-scissors for the chance to demolish an especially annoying person

Being with her takes "partner in crime" to a whole new level

It's a good thing you have both Nadia and Julian willing to smooth things over with their negotiating skills if you both blow up at the same time

She never drew a connection between you and the Devil - you were too busy dealing with her Aunt Tasya

You did one day confess it to her when it was really getting to you

She doesn't think it's any bigger of a deal than you say it is. As far as she's concerned, you are you, and that's who she loves

Lucio

Honestly, it's an ongoing struggle for him not to be jealous of you

You have the same tendencies he does. You have the same affiliation he does. You were even offered a deal without having to seek it out, and he knows for a fact that it was tempting

And yet, you chose to say no

At the same time, it's a whole lot easier to accept help from you because he knows it comes from someone who understands and chooses to love him anyways

He chooses to be inspired by you instead

And he adores your comfort level with combat. You want a fight? He is so down for a fight. Say the word and he'll drop everything for a match

Let's just say that it's a good thing you two are in the career path that you are in, because if you didn't both have the chance to let off steam for a good cause that often it would be a recipe for disaster

Some people get concerned because of how quick you two are to argue with each other, but it actually works pretty well because you both get where the other is coming from and are quick to forgive

[yxnswife]

#I'm already writing the ghost hunting fic

Ok thank god bc I was about to ask you more about this AU 😂

The ghost fic is actually a different fic (it's more like Ghost Adventures, Ghost Files, etc.)!! But I'm feeling silly so I'll talk more about this au anyway 🫶

• Johnny was born into a family of vampire hunters. Not every family/group of hunters has a focus on one specific monster, but Johnny’s does. It's a personal vendetta.

• Bouncing off of the last one I think that Nitara would be a huge blow to everything that Johnny knew growing up about vampires. She's not nice per se, but she isn't the mindless and violent being that he had been taught to kill.

• Kenshi wasn't born into hunting like Johnny, but he was always aware of it. A group of rogue hunters protected his family hundreds of years ago and their descendants continue to do so, but in exchange ask for money, weapons, housing, etc.

• The Lin Kuei boys in this one are also hunters, and I like to think that Tomas was picked up after a monster killed his family. He was taken in after it was killed. The Lin Kuei are still the Lin Kuei, but they also hunt monsters

• Johnny and Kenshi met, surprisingly, not on a hunt. By chance, they ended up in the same antique store in the middle of nowhere. They bonded over some old items, and Johnny happened to mention Sento, an ancient sword said to be able to slay any monster. Immediately Kenshi is interested because that's his family sword and "What the hell does this guy know about it?"

• Continuing from the last one, they teamed up to fight some werewolf that had made its presence known. Either Johnny or Kenshi get injured (unused to hunting with a partner) and suddenly Johnny suggests that they start working together more often. Kenshi says no, but then Johnny says that he'd help him track down Sento. Kenshi agrees.

• Johnny still goes by Cage in this AU, but it's less of a stage name and more for protection than anything. His mother was a badass vampire hunter and people knew her name, so it was all around easier to come up with a new one.

• Kenshi is the most efficient at killing monsters, but will use the same weapon until it breaks if Johnny lets him. For this reason, Johnny has a whole arsenal to split between them.

• Johnny is in charge of handling witnesses and gathering info/researching when he isn't fighting. Kenshi is in charge of finding places to sleep and contacting other hunters.

• Mileena in this AU is a monster, but she was cursed to be one rather than born. She travels with Tanya, Baraka, and Syzoth. Ashrah comes and goes, but she hunts demons and has her own personal mission.

• Sindel has a coven that she's the Supreme Witch of, and Kitana stays with her to learn magic.

• After a hunt, there's always a debrief. It's like an unspoken rule between all hunters. No matter who you're with, or what your relationship is, you take care of your own. Johnny is the one to push for this the most when they're all together, and is typically the first one up and gathering medical supplies.

• Kung Lao and Raiden are married, and have been training to be hunters since they were young. They focus on spirit extermination and demons, but Kung Lao has an affinity for shapeshifters. He likes the challenge. Raiden still has his amulet, and it was given to him by Liu Kang.

�� Liu Kang is the same in this universe. He's just also kind of the network control center and hunters come to him for advice or guidance. He only hunts if the threat is big enough, but he's more than happy to help.

[theamberfist]

Leave it All on the Dance Floor! Part 4 | Alastor x Overlord! Reader

Platonic! Alastor + Best Friend! Reader who's also an overlord.

Description: Needing extra assistance with an upcoming fight, Alastor brings Charlie and Vaggie to your sector in order to discuss some business, but can they prove themselves in the most lethal place of all: the dance floor?

(Notes: CW Alastor, mentions of torture) (Part 4/5 of Leave it All on the Dance Floor!)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Words: 3,450

"Put some pep into it!" You shouted at the small group of people currently dancing in front of you, "don't make me force your movements! I assure you, they won't be nearly this easy if I do." You leaned back in your chair, crossing one of your legs over the other as a bored expression came over your face. 

"How long do you suspect they'll last?" Joan questioned beside you, leaning down just enough so that you'd be able to hear her words without it being too obvious that the two of you were chatting. 

"I give it two hours, tops." You told her, feeling particularly pessimistic today. She nodded as a grin formed on her lips.

"I think three." You raised an eyebrow at that and spared her a glance before turning your gaze back to the pathetic little dance circle the group had made now. "That's only if you don't decide to put them under your control, though." She added, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

"We'll see." You replied as you gently fanned yourself. It was particularly warm in hell, and if not for these sinners needing to be taught a lesson, you likely would have been inside with a cool drink instead right now. "The day's still young, after all." 

"Indeed." Joan nodded at that before another of your underlings came running over to her, whispering in her ear as if whatever he had to say was some big secret no one else deserved to hear. Whatever it was, it seemed to make her surprised because her eyes widened slightly and she nodded. "Please excuse me," she said, turning to you, who simply nodded. You trusted the catlike demon enough to let her make her own calls at times like this, and you knew if there ended up being something she needed then she would simply come find you. 

Joan disappeared after that and you grabbed ahold of the microphone at your side once more. "Give me energy!" You called, making the terrified sinners dance a little harder despite the sweat dripping down their foreheads.

The sight of you torturing a bunch of poor sinners by making them dance for you was nothing new in the Swing Sector, and in fact, many of your other owned souls stopped to watch or spared glances as they passed. It was nothing most of them hadn't gone through sometime, after all. 

Whenever souls you owned messed up in ways that were particularly inconvenient to you, you made a day out of gathering them in the center of the Sector and forcing them to dance for all to see. They would do that for however long it took to make them finally collapse and pass out from exhaustion, at which point they would have served their punishment and been able to move on. You found the whole process highly entertaining, and if you ever wanted to speed it up, you would simply use your powers to control their movements; tiring them out further. After all, there was hardly a soul in hell that could keep up with you on the dance floor.

"There's someone here to see you." Joan suddenly spoke from by your side and you turned to look at her now, noticing that there were three demons that seemed to be waiting behind her. One in particular caught your eye with his red clothing and huge smile. 

Hardly a soul in hell that could keep up with you; except for Alastor, that was. 

"Perfect." You grinned before standing up and making your way over to the trio, sparing a glance at the still-dancing sinners to make sure they didn't try and take any breaks as you did. "Al!" You exclaimed once you were within their sight, opening your arms to him, "Lovely to see you around here again!"

His own grin widened and he happily pulled you into hug. You'd always enjoyed embraces from your best friend; no matter how few and far between they tended to be. 

"I tried to leave you alone, but it seems I just couldn't stay away!" He joked as he pulled back from your hug now. You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Well, it's a good thing I just finished those clothes I've been working on for you," you told him, referring to the outfit he would be wearing to the Overlord Gala in a few weeks, "You'll have to try them on for size while you're here."

"Why, I've never gotten a single article of clothing from you that didn't fit me like a glove!" Alastor replied with a light laugh, "But if you insist, then I suppose I could give it a wear." Behind him, a sinner girl with a red 'X' over her eye and long white hair cleared her throat. "However, we've actually come here today for another reason." 

"That so?" You asked, placing your hands on your hips, "And who are these two?" Your tone was light and friendly, knowing Alastor would never have knowingly brought anyone dangerous into your sector. He cared about you too much to ever risk your safety, despite you being an overlord yourself. 

"Hi! I'm Charlie, Lucifer's daughter!" The taller demon with long blonde hair tied back into a braid said, shaking your hand eagerly. She then turned to the girl at her side. "And this is my girlfriend, Vaggie!" 

As soon as you heard their names, you clocked into who they were; having heard a few stories from Alastor the last time you'd seen him. They were from that hotel he was helping with for whatever reason, so it made sense that he'd brought them to you today if there was something they needed.

"Nice to meet you!" You greeted before telling them both your own name. "I'm the overlord of this sector and-"

"And a very dear friend of mine!" Alastor cut in, making you glare his way despite not feeling any anger about it. "We've known one another since just after I arrived in hell, and they've been in charge of my wardrobe ever since, so it's no wonder why I always look my best!" You grinned but shook your head. 

"You can consider me Al's tailor," you explained before glancing back at the dance area nearby, where the sinners seemed very interested in whatever you were doing but not very much so in what they were meant to be doing. "I didn't say you could stop!" You shouted; your tone slightly terrifying, "Get into it!" That sent the whole group back into dancing and you smiled, turning back to Charlie and Vaggie as Alastor settled in standing at your side. "Now, is there something you two are in need of that I can help with? Maybe some new clothes?"

You'd meant it in the kindest way possible, but the slight disgust you felt while looking at their outfits seemed to seep through in your tone. 

"A-actually," Charlie spoke up carefully now, "I own a hotel here in hell that redeems sinners- or at least, we're trying to- and we've been having a little trouble with heaven recently, so for the next extermination, we were planning to...fight the angels." She trailed off at the end, seemingly knowing how outlandish her words must have sounded to you. 

"You have a way to fight them?" You repeated, glancing at your best friend, who nodded in confirmation, "I see. And I'm assuming you want my help with that?" 

"The help of your people, more than anything!" Alastor spoke up, putting an arm over your shoulders, "The more we have backing our cause, the better chance we'll have of success! Our dear Rosie has already agreed to lend us some of her cannibals, but I suggested Charlie speak with you as well." 

"I see." You replied, turning to look at Charlie again, who seemed to have a very hopeful look in her eyes. 

"I promise your people would be very well taken care of at my hotel!" She exclaimed eagerly, "They'll make friends and eat great food, and I'm sure we could even find them some sort of dance space!"

"And we'll teach them how to kill angels." Vaggie added the most important part, making her girlfriend nod. 

You didn't say anything at first, feeling no pressure from Alastor to make a decision right away. After all, he knew how much you cared about your people and that you wouldn't want to send them into harm's way so easily. 

"Preventing the extermination would mean less death in your streets in the future, as well." He spoke softly to you, knowing how hard your owned souls had been hit by the most recent extermination. Since then, you'd been somewhat desperate to avoid having that loss happen again. 

"You're saying you have a sure way to kill angels?" You asked, "Because I don't think I can send my people into a fight like that if I'm not confident about the outcome."

"We are!" Charlie exclaimed, "If you help us fight the angels, we could change the way the exterminations operate forever! And if I can protect my hotel, I know it will be successful in the future so that we don't even need to have these killings anymore!" You could tell she was a person with many grand and hopeful ideas like that but it put a smile on your face, nonetheless. 

Even so, though, you were hesitant to agree to a plan as dangerous as this one so soon. How did you even know whether they could make good on those promises?

"Carmilla Carmine was the one that taught me how to kill angels," Vaggie spoke up finally, placing a hand on her heart as she took a step towards you, "If you help us, it would change the way exorcists operate forever." You relaxed slightly at the mention of your other friend. Plus, it seemed like Vaggie had more experience with the angels and exorcists than she was letting on. You knew better than to pry about it but the knowledge helped ease your worries a bit.

"...Alright." You decided finally, "If Carmilla was the one to train you, then maybe you really do have a chance." You could feel Alastor smirk at that, having known what your answer would be before he even arrived in the Swing Sector. Curse him for knowing you so well. "But," you added, making both girls pause, "You'll need to prove yourself to my people if they're going to follow you into a battle like this."

"Not again..." Charlie mumbled under her breath. Alastor seemed to know what she was referring to because he spoke up now.

"I assure you, the people here have very different standards of trust than those in Cannibal Town," he told her before nodding for you to continue. 

"If you want them to follow you, you'll have to prove you're on a similar level to me, their leader," you explained, snapping your fingers to tell Joan to turn on some of your favorite music. She immediately did so and then a second later, it began blasting through the loud speakers. The group of punished sinners were still dancing in the background, though their movements had gotten significantly slower with time. 

Alastor, knowing how things operated in your sector, smiled wider and took a step closer to you as he extended his hand for you to take. You did, and then you turned back to the demon couple in front of you. "You'll have to prove yourself on the dance floor!"

There was a long pause as Vaggie and Charlie exchanged glances. Finally, the princess of hell cleared her throat as she turned back towards you. "You...Want us to dance?" She seemed a little nervous at the idea but you just nodded. 

"Of course! This is the Swing Sector, after all! It's kind of our thing." For emphasis, you raised your hand that was holding Alastor's; letting him spin you around before stopping in front of Charlie again. "Plus, I heard you liked the whole singing-and-dancing schtick. Why so worried, your highness?" 

The blonde demon immediately lowered her gaze and looked away from you. "O-oh, it's just that..." She trailed off but you nodded, urging her to continue, "I'm not sure I know how to do all...That..." She gestured towards the group of sinners that were still dancing behind you with terrified looks on their faces.

"Ah, not versed in this particular style?" You asked, to which she shook her head. "Well, that's alright!" You assured her, patting her lightly on the head, "You don't have to be great at it; just try your best!" 

"R-really?" Charlie questioned, "It’s just, with you being the overlord that represents dance, I would have thought you'd be more...strict on the technique?" 

"Sweetheart, half the sinners in this place have never set foot on a dance floor in their lives or afterlives," you told her matter-of-factly, "I don't expect anybody's technique to match mine unless, of course, I make them." Your eyes started to glow at the last part and your expression became scary but then you returned to normal. "So what do you say?" 

Charlie paused for a moment, glancing back at her girlfriend, who seemed less than thrilled at the idea. Finally, she met your eyes again and nodded. "Alright, we'll do it."

"Actually, I don't dance." Vaggie piped up now, making everyone instantly go quiet. Alastor's expression tightened in amusement. Of course, he'd known she would have that reaction, but he was also very aware that that sentence was considered forbidden in a place like the Swing Sector. He knew this was about to be good even before you let go of his hand to take a step closer to the fallen angel. 

"What was that?" You asked; your tone sinister. Vaggie drew in a breath to calm herself before answering.

"I don't dance; it's not my thing." At that, a string of laughter left your lips, causing everyone else in the area to join in as well. Finally, you took a long breath after the amusement had finished washing over you.

"...Yes you do." You told her seriously. At this, Vaggie started to glare at you. 

"No I-"

"Yes, you do." You interrupted her; your expression growing scary again as you took on your more demonic form. "Everyone does when they're here, honey." And with that, you turned around and headed for the dance floor.

"Come on!" You called, "You two have some credibility to prove." When you reached Alastor, you paused briefly. "Care to be my dance partner again this evening?" His smile only widened further. 

"But of course, my dear!" And with that, he took your hand and followed you out to where the group currently being punished was still dancing. Having no other option, both Charlie and Vaggie followed.

The second you set foot on the dance floor, it seemed the whole rest of the sector had decided to join in as they all paired off and began their practiced steps. You turned back to Charlie as Joan raised the volume of the music. 

"Dance for as long as you can until you collapse," you told her, "And don't worry; you just have to last longer than the masses  to get them to trust you; no one expects you to beat me." And with that, you and Alastor began dancing again, just as you'd done on that first night when he showed back up in your sector. 

Your gaze left the sinner couple as you danced; enjoying the sound of the music and the feeling of your best friend by your side. This was going to take a while, so you decided you might as well have fun in the process. 

"You didn't tell me those hotel owners were so amusing!" You exclaimed as he spun you around.

"They certainly do provide a good bit of entertainment!" Alastor replied with a nod, "though, I still find company such as yourself endlessly more enjoyable." You playfully rolled your eyes, knowing he was just trying to get out of discussing the real topic here: why he was helping the princess of hell in the first place. 

Knowing he wouldn't want you to press about it, though, you elected not to ask for now. He would tell you in time; he always did, as your best friend. 

Instead, you looked over at Charlie and Vaggie, who were significantly uncoordinated compared to your owned souls, but then, that was to be expected. Charlie seemed to be having fun with it anyway, and that looked like it was enough for Vaggie, who wore a light smile.

"I predict they'll make it to morning," Alastor decided as he changed the direction you two had been moving on the dance floor, "Any longer than that, and I'll have to carry them to the hotel on my back!" You chuckled but shook your head.

"They seem pretty energetic; I give it a couple hours longer than morning." You decided. As soon as your own bet had been placed, there was a thud behind you and you turned to see the group that had been dancing before as punishment had all fallen over unconscious. A smirk appeared on your face as you turned towards the speakers at the front of the dance area. "What'd I say, Joan?" You shouted to the catlike demon, "Less than two hours!" She rolled her eyes at having lost another bet to you but you just grinned and continued enjoying your dance with Alastor. 

With how much fun the two of you were having, you hardly noticed how the hours passed by. With each one, more and more people collapsed onto the floor from exhaustion and Charlie and Vaggie seemed to lose a little more energy. You and Alastor, however, looked like you could have continued your dance for days on end. 

It wasn't until late into the morning that the two sinner girls seemed to have finally lost all their strength and collapsed. The rest of your souls had already done so, leaving only yourself and the Radio Demon still conscious on the dance floor now. Seeing that this little game was over, your steps finally came to a stop and you let go of your best friend as you turned to look at the princess and her girlfriend, who were basically asleep at this point. 

"Why, I haven't had such an enjoyable workout in years!" Alastor exclaimed, repositioning his bowtie. You grinned.

"I guess you'd better come around here more often, then." You told him, "That was a warm-up by our standards." The rest of your souls, which had recovered a bit from their exhaustion now, all turned their attention towards Charlie and Vaggie; still laying on the ground. 

"They made it through the entire night!" One demon exclaimed in surprise, "The only other people who can do that are boss and their friends!" You smiled.

"Indeed!" You told the group, coming over to kneel next to the princess, "This is Princess Charlie Morningstar, and she participated in our dancing tonight in the hopes that you all might be willing to help her fight and defend her hotel against the angels in this upcoming extermination. What do you think?"

There was brief moment of silence as Alastor came to stand by your side once more. Then, another sinner piped up.

"Would you allow us to assist her, boss?"

"Of course!" You replied happily, causing the rest of the crowd to finally erupt into cheers. "Shall I take that as a yes then?" There were more cheers and you now knew Charlie had successfully gotten them on her side.

"They're all yours, your highness." You told her with a dramatic bow, "Please do your best to take good care of them." Charlie had practically fallen asleep at this point but nodded from her place on the floor anyway. Your smile widened. 

"I assure you, we will take good care of your people." Alastor spoke from next to you.

"I know, Al." You told him, gently bumping his own shoulder with your own. "You always do. Now, how about we have you try on the clothes I made you for the gala? I'm telling you; I outdid myself this time!" The Radio Demon nodded, following you towards the boutique as Joan went over to pick Charlie and Vaggie up off the ground. 

"You always do, darling!" Alastor replied with a smile even wider than you thought was possible, "I'm just glad we had the chance to catch up again this fine day!"

"Me too."

..........

Part 5

[thecurseofdaigo]

Everything is calm and quiet.. I hope they'll forgive my actions, for I have experienced something I can never forget.

You may call me Daigo, if we're talking you're already a friend of mine. Me and my siblings are hunters, I hope to make friends with as many people as I can.

☆ OOC ☆

use He/Him ; You can call me Path; whatever's best for you honestly. // Main is @pathsjunkyard //

☆ Boundaries ☆

I'm 18!! But I'd still appreciate things staying SFW unless I personally know you or if we've chatted about it beforehand. 🕸️

☆ In character tags!! ☆

• Cursed Rants

• Daigo Replies

• Seven Shades of wtf (Lore posts)

☆ HC's ! ☆

All headcanons are welcome, but the ones on my page are:

• Daigo is unlabeled, he has too many issues to worry about stuff like that; but he definitely isn't straight.

• He uses He/Him, he's used to being called it; he's sort of just accepted it.

• His mask is his safe space, it hides his expressions, only leaving his eyes. Granted it causes memories to resurface that he'd rather forget.

• He doesn't hold any grudges against Rose.

• He's in his early 20's and 5'11.

• His mask eases the pain.

• He has quite a few scars from his demon hunting spiels with his siblings.

• He likes painting his nails black, he thinks it makes him look nice.

• He also has an eyebrow piercing!!

☆ His Curse ☆

His misty shadows are similar to the ones on Rose's arm!! This is mainly because Rose is the one that cursed him, Ikr shocker /sarc

He was hunting with his siblings, they shouldn't have been out that late; yet there they were tracking down one of the most dangerous oni's as of recent. They ended up separating and Daigo stumbled across a temple, due to the fact he was an idiotic teenager and didn't know how to keep his hands to himself he ended up coming into contact with one of Rose's cursed objects. Of course she'd expected this and sabotaged it, he's lucky to even be alive; though the constant pain is enough to wish that night ended differently, of course his siblings rushed to his aid at the sound of his screams. But it was too late, the curse had already taken effect; his arms would never be the same, though neither would he.

His siblings often blame themselves for leaving their youngest sibling alone, but he blames himself more than anything.

Rose is very aware of the curse and it's existence yet she'd possibly die trying to remove it; it's a risk Daigo refuses to let them take. Though even if she were to die the curse would stay.

His siblings are still intent on finding her though.

☆ Fun facts about his curse ☆

• His claws can be either completely misty or solid depending on what he's using them for.

• Around the later days in the month he isolates himself due to the fact his shadows get more persistent on consuming him, granted they'll never be able to. This is extremely painful and he hides himself away so nobody has to witness it.

• He normally has control over his Misty Shadows unless Rose is within his Vicinity, though she never messes with them; she's caused him enough pain.

☆ Extra ☆

The scar under his neck is from a sparring session with Kendo, they were messing with blades despite their parents telling them not to. It's easy to say they both got in massive trouble after Daigo was stitched up.

I'll add more overtime but these are my basics for him 🖤

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (16)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Activity

Genre: Angst/Fluff SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 6.9K

<Chapter 15

16. So Fucking Beautiful

Voe turned the corner and was immediately ambushed with a rough kiss on her lips. When she looks up she sees that it’s Alastor, and she can taste the mint on his breath, making it clear that he heeded her instructions. When he pulls away from her he looks down smug but also waiting for approval. She flashes a satisfied smile.

“Better!” 

He nods “I should think so, I even used that scrubber nonsense you gave me.”

“I can tell! Thank you,” she says with fluttering lashes 

“Also, my dear?”

“Hmm?”

“Do not ever threaten to withhold anything from me again,”

She looks smug “Or what?”

He leans into her face “I will not be a happy demon,”

“You’re going to have to prove that to me before I believe you,”

“You’ll learn to stop testing me one day,”

“Sure I will,”

He lowers his eyes “Regardless, I have a favor to ask you,”

“Hmm?”

“In regards to our…excursions,”

“What?”

“I need you to do something for me,”

She laughs in frustration “Alastor, what?”

He looks around to make sure that they are alone, then lowers his voice “I would like to see your…equipment,”

She laughs once more “Alastor, with all your little euphemisms for sex and sex-related things, I’m genuinely surprised and proud that I can ever understand you,”

A light blush dusts over his chin “Keep your voice down!” 

“There’s no one here, and besides no one has ears like us, they would not know what we’re talking about,”

He looks behind her, the blush climbing a little higher “I’d like to examine your…” he bends down to her ear and lowers his pitch and volume “Genitalia,” when he stands back up, he looks as though he spat out something disgusting.

“Ha! Like a doctor?”

“No!”

She snickers at his discomfort “Lol I know. Why though?”

He hesitates “I am grateful for your assistance regarding our deal, however, I would like to be able to actually take control, and I cannot do that if I don’t know my way around your body.”

“Oooh,” Voe shimmies flirtatiously “You want to take control? Just like a man,” she shakes her head jokingly

“Yes well, I am one.”

“Yes don’t remind me,”

Alastor widens his eyes “Is that a yes or a no, my dear?”

Voe taps her chin “You’ve never seen a vagina before?”

His tone turns cocky “Of course there have been offers, but I turned them all down,” he glances at his nails “If you’ll allow me, I’d love to get a visual.” he smiles like a gentleman as if he wasn’t talking about something taboo “I’d like to learn the…” he smirks "Ins and outs”

She rolls her eyes at his joke “Come on,” she says pulling him by his coat.

Voe brings him to her room and Alastor smooths out his coat after she lets him go. 

“You’re going to have to take it off anyway,”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean you have to wrinkle it,” Alastor huffs, removing the coat

She lays down on her back in front of him 

“Go wash your hands, Mister,” she leans back on her elbows, kicking up one of her legs

When he returns, her pants are off and her legs are crossed as she’s smirking. “You gonna sniff me some more?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he smirks back, rolling up his sleeves

He removes his tie and monocle, puts her legs up, and slides off her panties, giving her butt a firm slap. She giggles with shock and wide eyes, while Alastor grabs hold of her ankles and spreads them open. He pulls her legs apart, just to see how far they can go. 

“Ow,” she purrs staring up at him

He pushes her legs further, pleasured by her pain, a grin overtaking his face. 

“Ahh!” She moans in pain “They’re wide enough! You can fit!” She giggles

He lets her ankles loose and climbs on top of her for a few kisses

“Keep your legs open,” he growls as he slides his tongue in her mouth. His pants rubbed against her bare folds, slightly wetting them. He presses her legs open a bit further.

“Ahhh!” He shushes her moans of pained pleasure with his lips before standing upright once more. “What was that?”

“Oh nothing, simply warming you up.” He smirks

He looks down at her open slit, fascinated by the sight before him. Her outer lips were a light brown and inside was a very light pink. At the top where her inner lips met, there was a small bud, pink in color, that immediately drew his interest. She props herself back up onto her elbows to see what he’s up to. When Alastor notices her staring, he takes one of his large hands and presses on her chest, to lay her back down, she hits the mattress with an ‘Oof’, which makes him chuckle.

He reaches for and places his thumb on the tip of the bud, pressing it like a button. 

“Oh!” She exclaimed with a moan

Alastor raised his eyebrow and pressed it again. 

“Mmmff… I see you found my clit,” she said, lifting her head up with sexy eyes

“Ohhh, this is the fabled ‘clitoris’” Alastor says “I always knew it was real,” he kneels down

“Wha- Ahhh! Ohhh mmmmmfffuuuuuck,” she throws her head back as Alastor begins to rub it in circles with his thumb. He hums with delight at her pleasure and increases intensity.

“Alastor…fuck I’m gonna-“ her body twitches involuntarily  

“I know. Cum for me,” he smirks as he rubs faster. When she cums, his full attention is on her face. His eyes then move down to her slit as it twitches and spasms, leaking with her slick. 

Alastor wiggles his fingers in the air before running one down her wet folds, making her shiver. Once her cunt opens again, he slowly slides his digit inside the leaking hole. 

Voe whimpers, his claws adding just the right amount of pain as he carefully slips another finger in.

“Vera, tell me how this feels,” he curves one finger inside her

Voe contains herself to answer “It feels good, mmmm”

“Good,” he pushes his fingers deeper “And this?”

“That feels good too,”

“Wonderful,” he curves both fingers, leaning down with his chin on her stomach. He starts pumping his fingers inside her, making a loud wet clapping noise against her skin. “You like this as well?”

She bites her lip nodding, driven wild by not only the feeling but the sound. 

Alastor climbs on top, kissing her up until he lands on her neck. He continues pumping his fingers, the clapping getting louder and louder. 

Voe stifles some whimpers, instinctively going to wrap her legs around him

“Keep them open Belle,” he whispers into her neck as he kisses and licks her skin, his palm slapping into her clit. His long, slender fingers massage her insides in just the right ways. She pulls his head into her neck. He sucks aggressively on her skin, leaving a bright red mark as she cums all over his fingers, leaking onto the bed. The liquid from her cunt coats his hand as he removes his fingers, dripping onto the floor. Alastor raises his fingers to his mouth and sucks them, making full eye contact with Voe as he does it.

“Ohh, tasty” he speaks seductively, placing his fingers in front of Voe for her to taste as well. She sucks on them while watching his eyes dilate.

He slinks off of her and back down to her cunt, feeling the heat on his face, he takes a good look admiring all that is in front of him.

“Tasty indeed,” he says before slithering his long, thick tongue up and inside her cunt. She was instantly hit with a feeling of fullness only rivaled by his cock. She squirms as his tongue explores her insides, so much so that he has to hold her hips to keep her still. Despite being held down, Voe still can’t help but thrust her hips up, grinding into him, to which Alastor responds by pulling her body down and closer to the point where her cunt is on his face, his tongue going that much deeper inside her. He bends her legs over his shoulders as he eats her out, the sweetness of her cunt, so appealing to him. She was so soft and so wet under him. Her moans, pants, whispers, squeaks, whines, and whimpers were all music to his ears. At this point, he couldn’t care less about who may or may not find out about them, all that mattered was her pleasure and the fact that he was the one giving it to her. 

Alastor was on his knees with his face between her legs for what felt like nowhere near enough time, but was in reality, at least an hour. Not stopping even after she’s cum once or twice. It’s as he’s massaging her clit with his tongue still inside her that he feels her twitch and jerk violently and her body goes limp, after releasing into his mouth once more.

“A-Alastor please, I-I can’t, I can’t keep going. I can’t even feel my legs anymore,” She says in something between a whine and a giggle.

He licks up her sensitive slit and clit one last time before joining her on the bed, leaning against his arm

“Spoilsport,” he says and she pushes him weakly, as she is barely able to sit up. He cackles.

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He does the things I tell him to do

?

Like, if I ask him to do something, he just does it

without a fight

maybe a little pushback, but he always does it

🫢🤯

this is gold! 

excellent work ❤️💋

“Have you ever thought about putting your hair up?”

“Up?”

“Like in a ponytail? Maybe show off your undercut?”

“Oh no, do not be ridiculous,”

She huffs, crossing her arms “I’m not! I’m being serious! I think it would look nice!”

“Vera, I’m trying to be taken seriously,”

Voe throws her hands up “A ponytail would not make people take you less seriously! You know, if it looks good,”

He bends his hand at the wrist “Psh,”

“Why did you get the undercut if you don’t want people to see it,”

“Because I like it,”

“If you really like it, then show it off!”

“I am very comfortable with how I look Vera, that’s the end of it.”

Voe crosses her arms and looks away from him with a turned-up lip “That’s the end of it,” she mocks him “Excuse me for trying to get you to do something cool!” She drops her arms “Unless…you’re too scared,” she glances at him in her peripheral, gauging his reaction.

Alastor glares at her, smile still glued to his face. It’s clear he knows what she’s doing, but it’s also clear that he’s going to fall for it anyway.

“Is the Radio Demon scared to have a ponytail? If that of all things scares you, then maybe demons shouldn’t fear you. Can’t be that strong if simply changing up his look scares him shitless.”

His posture is calm, but his eyes rage on “I accept many things from you Vera,” he lowers the pitch of his voice “I advise that you do not question my strength again,”

“Are you gonna hurt me? Kill me? Eat me?” she leans forward on the bed

Alastor stretches his grin wider in response.

“Look, just let me see how it looks on you and then you can take it down, okay?”

He looks away from her, stretching the limit of what counts as a smile. 

“Hey?”

Alastor stole glances but kept his face turned away because he knew that the moment his eyes met hers-

“Okay, can you sit on the floor?”

“Absolutely not!”

She pouts “But I don’t want to stand! besides, even if I did, I probably still wouldn’t reach the top of your head,”

And just like that he was on the floor. Voe giggled like she was giving a makeover to a doll. Alastor sat in between her legs with his arms crossed and a pouty smile. 

She gathers his hair and combs it with her fingers, rubbing her hands over his newly exposed skin. He shivers with contentment. She pulls the hair up and fastens it with a hair tie.

“Okay, go look at it,” she tells him

It takes him a bit of time to get his long body to stand up in the smaller space, he approaches the mirror and examines the look. The ponytail helps reveal more of his face, his chin and jawline are more visible, and it helps his ears stand out a bit more.

“I suppose it does flatter me,” he turns his face around in the mirror “Although it would take a tragedy to make me look unappealing,” he smirks at himself

Voe rolls his eyes “So you admit that I was right?”

“I admit nothing. Now remove it so I can get on with my afterlife.”

She huffs once again, tapping the edge of the bed “Well, come back and sit!”

He rolls his eyes so hard that to Voe it looks like his pupils are actually gone before he obliges and sits back down. When Voe reaches for his hair once more, she notices the sweat rolling down his scalp.

“Someone’s sweaty. Bet you wouldn’t be if you didn’t wear that damn coat all the time,” she removes the ponytail from his head and runs her fingers through his hair once more, this time from the root. Once she feels the hair at the root, she comes across something peculiar. He was sweating on his scalp and where the sweat met his roots, she felt, not straight strands, but something fluffier. She pulled his hair apart and lo and behold, at his roots, the hair was not straight, but spiraled, like her own. She thought about this, staring at his scalp before he shuffled and turned around.

“What are you doing back there?” He asked playfully but dropped his tone when he saw her confused face. “What is it?”

“Your hair is curly at the root,”

Alastor turns away and stands, making as much distance between them as he can in the room. “No, I believe you were seeing things, my dear.”

“But I didn’t just see it. I felt it. It’s curly, like mine. Have you been straightening your hair?”

He doesn’t look at her still “I have no idea what you are referring to,”

She lowers her eyes “Alastor,”

He remains silent with his back to her.

“Are you Black?”

The question once again caused a stir inside him “I do believe I already answered that question,”

Voe purses her lips “Yeah, but you lied.”

“How dare you accuse me-?!”

“Save it, Bambi, you lied. Tell me the truth. You don’t have to hide from me.”

He stands, taking deep breaths before he finally responds. “Yes. By my mother.”

“Oh. Is your father not Black?”

He grits his teeth “No…”

“Oh okay. See? Why was that so hard?”

His claws are digging into the desk, feeling something bubbling up in his stomach up past his chest and out of his mouth “Why would you make me admit that?!” The raising of his voice was not something that Voe expected at all, so she did flinch, but within seconds she was stable once again.

“Admit what?”

“That…I’m-“ his face was mismatched, though he still had his signature grin, his eyes were pained

“That you’re what Alastor?”

He lowers his head “Mixed race,”

Voe is visibly confused “What’s wrong with that?”

Alastor still refuses to look at her, refuses to let her see the tears that he is fighting and losing to.

“Alastor, what is wrong with that?”

Her question is met with silence, and a poorly concealed sob. It was small but distinguishable.

“Alastor?” Voe was deeply confused by how this conversation had turned sullen

“I believe I am done with this conversation,” Alastor’s voice drips with softened anger he turns and begins stalking toward the door

“Alastor.” Her voice is stern and hard, dropping a few octaves.

Alastor whips around so fast that he creates his own wind, his cane hitting the floor with a deafening BOOM!

“DO YOU EVER Ş̸̡͈͔̬̤̪͍̭͕̤͈̖̪͔͐̾̊͒T̵̡̨̨̡̧͙̝̮̹͎̖̗͙͇̬̠̭̞̤͙́̽̈́͊̓̽̈́̈̓̅̒͒̔͜͝͠͝ͅO̸̢̞̹͚͖̩̬̹̦͖̙̮̥̰͍̘̤̍̐͊̔̄̐̒͝ͅP̵̛͈̪̯͍͇̫̖̠̠͎͍͒͂̈́̅͐͗͜͝ͅ?!!” he bellows, his voice distorting at the end. His form changes, growing with his eyes turning black and his antler size increasing exponentially “Í̴̫͉̮̫̟̜̱̲͈̺̈́͑̎̓͝Ţ̵̧̭̖̖̣̝̟̗̣̈́̉͒̚'̶̧̛̝̪̍̉̿͛̃̿̚S̴͉͉̲̦̺͔̲̏̓͑̇͆̊̈́̈́̕͜ ̸͉͔̈́̔̌̊̆̓̈̕̕ͅŅ̴̛̪̼̭̣̪̯͔̀̈́̑̈́͆̎́́̓͝Ǫ̵̺̼̻̟͉̥̰͕̣̹̓̏̈͌̾̑͐̍̑̾͗͋͋T̴̮͑̃͒̌̾̑̋̇̓͝͠ ̷̛͈͊̾͋̍̀͠R̵̢̢̩͉͖̬̗̬͑̽ͅI̷̬̾G̸̨̧̪͈̩̯͖̱̥̙̠̑̑̑̏̌̒͝͠H̷̢͇͕̜̙̣̭̺̩͚̐͗̋̈́͆̄͛̏͌̂͜Ţ̸̢̯̪̲͉͍̱̄́̄.̸̛͙̱̯̳̩̘͍̇̀͜ ̴͎̪͇̩̯̳͔̟̔͛͆̆͆͑̌͆̔̊Ỉ̷̢̝̺̯͓̮͈͆̔̚ͅT̸̢̨̰͓̣̜̱͍͔̤͍̤͊̒̑̏̃͒͜ͅ'̴̞͙̥̩̝̘̭̠̟̯͆̍͛Ş̷̥̯͈͈̭̺̠̳̭̏͋̈́̐ͅ ̵̡̣̭̾͂̔̅̾̌̎̇́̚Ã̴̧̡̟͖͈̺̺̟̙̰̉̊̾̐̄̋̀̆̍͝N̶̛͓̼̳̬̎̐̅͒́͂̂̈́̕͝͠͝ ̸̨̛̗̙̝̒̓̅̽̈́͌̉͑͌̆̀̈́̕ͅĄ̴͎̹̩͈̣̙͍̟̖͉̻̾̿̽͂̿̈́̑͌̌̽̌́̿̏B̸̳̖͂Ȍ̵̗̣̱̫̺̪̥̩͌̽̉́̔͒̐̀͐̚͝͝ͅM̸̧̤̮̼̫̔̎̇͛̒́͜͝͠Ǐ̵̛̫̩͇̩͕̬͙͙̱̜̻̳̑̈́̎̎̓͆͆̓̋͒̃̿ͅŅ̷̳̭̰̣͈̙̜̣͚̫̬̩̣̓͆͐̌̈́̒̌̎͝Ȧ̴̢̖̺̋̓̍͝͝͝T̶̡̜̙̺̦̖̮̝̬̰̙̪̦̿͒̀̈̈́͊̊̋̈́̑̿͜I̵̢̢̢͎̦͇̣̪͓̠̦̰̱̊O̴͔͎͙̰̫̜̼̘̯̍͗̀̑̏̿͆N̴̢̗̺͔͇̞̰͇͛͑͆̚̕!̸̨̰̬̼̞͖̬̹̮̤̪̳̲̑̈́͛̍͋̅͜!̵͕̟̱̝̽͗̂̽̐̑̃͆!̶̨̨̯̭̲̩͉̳̻́”

Voe reels in offense, she opens her mouth in protest but is stopped when Alastor speaks again.

“I AM AN ABOMINATION!!”

Voe closes her mouth, unable to immediately process what she just heard. He shrinks back to his original form and places his hands and cane behind his back.

He shakes his head, his signature smile plastered and fixed on his face. It looked unnatural this time like the smile was glued over his real expression “I apologize, my dear, I forgot myself.” his eye twitched as she could see the watering of them both.

Her first instinct was to yell back, get in his face, and demand respect. How dare he yell at her? She opened her mouth once more, but instead of speaking, she took the time to listen. Listen to his labored breathing and the subtle sniffling. Alastor was doing his best to remain in control, but his body was trembling before her as he brought his hands in front of him and stared down at them. Voe often found it difficult to lead with empathy, but when she intentionally applied it, she could finally get the big picture. Alastor was from the 1930s, Voe was born in the 90s. She could never even begin to fathom the world that he grew up in. She would have never predicted the Radio Demon saying something like that about himself.

I am an abomination.

Those words were heavy, he had been carrying this in his heart for about a century, no one to tell him any different. She looked at the man in front of her. He was intelligent, powerful, and confident, and deep down he was walking around ashamed of his Blackness. So much so that it made him feel like an abomination? No, empathy was not her strongest skill, but it seemed now was a good time to practice it. 

Voe sits on the bed and opens her arms to him.

“Come,” she says. He looks up from his hands confusion spread on his face. “Come here,” she calls to him “Alastor, come here now.” he cautiously steps over to her and collapses into her arms. His lower body is on the ground, with his arms and head leaning on her. They both slide down onto the floor with shaky breaths, her breathing into his hair, and him breathing into her chest.

“They don’t matter. Those people who made you feel like less than, those systems that tell us we don’t deserve to exist, they don’t matter. You-you matter. You are important. Your Blackness is beautiful. You are beautiful. So beautiful.” She lifts his head to look at her. “You are so beautiful.” She starts kissing his face all over. His forehead, his nose, his eyelids, his chin. “You are and always were beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” She presses her lips to his, then holds him to her chest, kissing his hair and his ears, caressing them softly and kindly, while humming a familiar tune, until his shaky breath becomes healthy and vulnerable purrs, his tail slapping the floor rhythmically. 

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“We’ve all seen ‘curly Voe’, let’s introduce the world to ’straight Voe’”

“Ha, there’s no ’straight’ version of me,”

“I meant the hair,”

“I-I know, it was a joke,”

Velvette wanted her to try a new look for the upcoming runway show, so she suggested a straight ‘do perhaps. Well, it wasn’t really a suggestion, more like told her what changes she planned on making. Today the hairstylist was here to straighten Voe’s hair, and surprisingly the doe was a bit nervous. What if the hair looked gross on her? What if the stylist burned her and she had to get it cut off? She couldn’t go without her hair. Plus, she kind of felt bad about getting her hair straightened after the conversation she’d had with Alastor about how their Blackness was beautiful, now it felt like she erasing some of hers.

“What’s on your mind love?” Velvette asked, taking Voe by surprise

“Huh?”

“You know I can see your face right? What are you thinking about?”

She waves her off, getting slightly burned on the ear “Ow!”

“What? Are you not paying attention?! Burn her again, and I’ll be burning you! Oh and if you repeat anything you hear us say,” she gets up in the demon’s face “Consider your soul obliterated. Anyway, tell me love?”

“Oh, it’s not really important,” 

“Oh nonsense, spill” Velvette pulls up a chair, sitting on it backward

Voe’s eyes dart around, unsure of whether or not to tell her “Wel, it’s not really my business to tell,”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s about Alastor,”

“Ooooh, more gossip. Well, you have to tell me now!”

Voe looks around the room, even though she knows that no one else is there. She lowers her voice “Well, yesterday I convinced Alastor to let me put his hair in a ponytail,”

“Okay…?”

“And then it spun into him having a bit of a crisis about being half Black,”

“Oh!” the Overlord is stunned “That’s new,”

“He called himself an abomination! I had to hold him while he cried in my arms!” 

Velvette snickered “He cried?”

“Girl yes! I felt so bad for him,”

“Hmm, anything else?”

Voe blinked, unsure of what to make of this question. She had been sharing something emotional, but as soon as it was no longer just simple gossip, Velvette pushed past and moved on “I guess not,”

“Alright then, let’s finish getting you ready then!”

The doe grimaced. She didn’t really know how to feel.

When she returned to the Hotel, she subconsciously tried to hide her hair from the others, she was known for her curls and wasn’t exactly sure how to react. When she saw Alastor in the distance, a wave of guilt immediately hit her, for the hair and for telling Velvette about what they had discussed. He looked well though, better and somewhat emotionally stable. However with Alastor, what you see is not necessarily what you get.

She finds herself wandering over to the tall demon, catching his attention by clearing her throat instead of tapping him as she would normally try to.

“Hello,” she said, holding one of her arms, feeling and looking sheepish.

“Hello,” his voice is back to his cheery radio personality “How are you, my dear?”

“I’m okay…I actually came to ask you that,”

“Why I’m just fine,”

She leans in towards him and lowers her voice “But how are you, really?”

Alastor sighs “You don’t have to worry about me, darling. I assure you that I am fine.”

Voe’s lips turn up into a small smile “Good, great. Just, I’m here if you’re ever…you know not.”

His eyebrows raise, taking in her uncertain appearance “Are you alright, my Belle?”

She brushes him off “Oh yeah, I’m good! I’m good.”

“How is your job? Working for the Vees must be quite a thrill!”

Her heart skips a beat when he mentions the Vees, she scans his face for any sign that he may know what is going on between her and them, but if he did, it didn’t show.

“It’s something..”

Alastor’s eyes scan her appearance once more, stopping on her hair. He seemed just now to be noticing that it was straight, he reached up and ran his fingers through it, his claws passing straight through.

“What? Are you going to tell me I look awful?” she asked, sounding playfully defensive

His chest vibrates as he purrs “No, because that would be a lie! I don’t think it’s possible for you to look awful my Belle.” He runs his fingers through her hair “Though I will say I do miss your curls, there was something quite…regal about them. But it is as you wish,” he continues to stare with a simple closed-lip smile on his face

“Hey Voe, can I talk to you?” Charlie called her from over by the fireplace

She gives Alastor a look and approaches Charlie, genuinely curious about what the Princess needs from her “Yeah, what’s up?”

“You know that I think you’re great and so do so many others, including my dad…”

Voe gives her the side eye “Mhmm?”

“So…yeah the thing between you and my dad…what is it?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she states plainly

“You guys have just been really close lately so I was just wondering..”

Voe’s eyes stare up at the Princess “Would you like me to be completely honest with you?”

“Yess…” Charlie slowly rolls her eyes over

“I am having sex with your dad,”

Charlie’s cheeks turn even more red than they are usually “Oh! Um, okay. Glad to know that!” She can’t look Vow in the eye now

“Why do you ask?”

“I just wanted to know because you’re spending a lot of time with Alastor now, I just don’t want my dad to get his heart broken again. That makes sense, right?”

“Of course! I would never dream of breaking his heart, he’s such a sweet guy! Does he think that it’s more than what it is…?”

“Oh I don’t know, I just think he might be unsure of where he stands…”

“Did he tell you that?

“No…..”

Voe nods “I’ll talk to him about it.”

Charlie exhales as if she had been holding it in for a while “Okay thanks, bye!!!” She runs away as if she could not wait to get this conversation over with. 

Meanwhile, Alastor stood by, not so subtly eavesdropping. She was still rolling in the sack with Lucifer? After all they had done together? Was he not enough for her? Was he not good enough for her? He watched as she headed upstairs, assuming to her room, and he stood in place., not wanting to seem desperate for her approval or validation. He could do anything that pigeon could do for her, and he could do it better.

Angel Dust waltzed in and plopped down on the couch “Where’s Voe?” he asked

“I think she just went upstairs why?” Charlie responded

“Dammit! I was gonna press her about these photos,”

Alastor takes a step forward “What photos?” he questions

Angel is startled at Alastor’s voice coming from behind him “Woah Smiles calm down, this is modern shit”

Alastor recoiled “Show me at once,”

Angel smirked and turned the phone screen towards the Radio Demon

On the screen was Velvette’s Sinstagram, peppered with pictures of fashion and selfies, food, and other frivolous things. Towards the top, however, there were many pictures of Voe, in different outfits, places, and poses. Once Angel clicked on the most recent post, he scrolled through tons of pictures, showing Velvette and Voe enjoying each other’s company. An unexplainable pit began to form in Alastor’s stomach. The way Velvette was touching her, on the wrist, the waist, the throat—all in public and online for everyone to see, no shame or secrecy. 

Scrolling to the last photo on the post solidified the pit, and sent it running up his chest. There Voe was with Velvette, their lips touching, pressed together in a flat kiss. 

“Maybe I was wrong about you two. Guess she’s shacking up with Velvette.”

But Alastor was no longer paying attention to the effeminate spider. His mind was racing and stewing. How could she? Knowing that she had been with him that way, it was completely rude and unacceptable for her to entertain other people in that sense. Those lips were not meant for others but for him and him alone. 

Alastor was so busy brewing inside his mind, that he hadn’t noticed the others staring at him in shock and confusion. 

“Uh, Al? You doing okay over there?” Charlie asked 

“Of course!” His radio persona was enough to hide his rage, once he came back to reality “I just realized I have something to take care of.” He spun on his heels and headed up the stairs “Do your best not to disturb me.” He tossed over his shoulder as his shadow carried him to his room. 

He paced around the space wildly, removing his coat and bowtie to combat the intense heat in his body. His thoughts were racing, his imagination filled with moments of Voe getting cozy with others. How could she, sit and comfort him in his time of need, and then turn around and share her body with someone else? He thought they had something. For hours Alastor paced and stood, thinking and thinking, until his brain was fit to burst, almost as much as his clothing. His arousal grew along with his anger, and his desire to please her to be the number one-scratch that the only one who got to see her, touch her, feel her this way. This was his right. He was a buck and she was a doe. It just made sense! Alastor snaps his fingers and his female counterpart appears, sitting in one of his armchairs. She didn’t even seem that phased at this point, somewhat expecting to be summoned by Alastor at any time.

“What you need hot stuff?” she asked the stag playfully, unfazed by his obvious fury. 

“So when you said working for the Vees was ‘something’, I didn’t think this was what you meant,”

She blinks “Pardon?”

“You and Velvette seem quite close,” 

“She’s a boss who likes to get intimate with her employees I suppose,”

“Mhmm, and you’re just fine with that?”

She shrugs “Why would I not be?”

“No reason, I suppose” his teeth clenched “Do you like her?”

Voe folds her hands on her lap “I like her very much actually,”

“Hmm, I see,” He narrows his eyes at how calm she is, certain that she’s playing with his emotions and trying to get him riled up. She stares back at him, waiting for him to say more. “So you and Velvette are…a thing?”

“No,” she answers simply

“So you’re just her favorite toy right now?”

She raises her eyebrows “Excuse me?”

“Her favorite toy. The one they like to play with. The Vees always have one.’

She scoots forward in the chair “What are you getting at exactly?”

“Oh nothing,” his pants grow tighter as sweat trickles down his forehead “Velvette might have ulterior motives.”

“I could as well,”

“And what are you using Velvette for?”

She rolls her eyes “Fame of course,”

He scoffs “You’re not using anybody. She’s giving you fame because you’re giving her something she wants.”

“Why does this matter to you all of a sudden?”

“I just wanted to know,”

“Why?”

“I guess I just want to make sure you’re being…careful,”

Voe laughs heartily “You summoned me to your room to make sure I’m being ‘careful’?” she wipes a tear from her eye “What is this really about Alastor?”

He leans over her “I don’t want you making any mistakes by trusting the Vees too much,”

“Why does it matter to you who I trust?”

“I suppose I care about you,”

She smirks “Tell me the truth Alastor,”

“I came across a picture of you and Velvette…” he hesitates “kissing. And did not know what to make of it.”

Voe’s face lights up with understanding “Ah! That, well..I can kiss who I like,” her tone is smug and sexy, angering him further, but she is unperturbed by this whatsoever “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“While that may be true, I’m telling you to be careful,”

“Why do I have to be careful, but you get to wreak all the havoc you like?”

“You may have been here for a few months, but you still know nothing. You think you’re in control but you’re not. You don’t know the half of it.”

“Then tell me Alastor,” she breathes sexily 

“I will, if you’re willing to listen. But we both know that you’re not. You’re more of a ‘find out on your own’ type”

“Stop beating around the bush baby, tell mama what you want,” 

He doesn’t respond, but the storm in his eyes, tells her all she needs to know.

“Wait, are you mad? Over a kiss?” Voe could barely hide her amusement “Then you’ll probably be pissed to know that I fucked her” 

An intense blush takes over his entire face “How vulgar,”

She sits forward excitedly “Is that it? Are you mad? Would you be mad knowing I still fuck Lucifer?” 

His anger bubbles as his cock jumps inside his pants. He was enraged at this point, not just knowing it but she was rubbing it in his face! She was playing with him, and his feelings, and Alastor was no toy.

She pokes his chest. “Hmm? Would that make you mad?”

He smacks her hand away “Stop that,”

She pokes him again “Or what?” he tries to grab her wrist, but she slips past him, poking him over and over.

Alastor starts transforming into his demon form, neck, antlers, and body growing, eyes black and drool dripping out of the side of his mouth. He reaches out to grab her, but she evades him once more.

She takes off into the swamp area of his room, running and running. Her heart racing with excitement and slight terror at what he may do when he catches her, but the fear was all part of the fun. The warm humid air had her scarlet curls sticking to her forehead and the back of her neck as the wind of her sprint whipped it back. She was zigzagging through the tall trees at breakneck and agile speed, running and running—something inside her saying to not stop running. 

But she did stop. She stopped at the sight of the standing fresh water. Leaning against a tree nearby, she took a breath and gazed into the water. Her reflection stared back at her and she dropped to her knees to take a closer look.  

What am I doing? She questioned herself. Running. Why am I running? To not be caught. What am I running from? I think…I’m running from Alastor. At least in a literal sense. Why did I say that? To get a rise from him? I’m not sure what I wanted to happen. What did I gain? Does making him angry bring me as much joy as I thought? I don’t even know why I do this anymore. 

Who am I?

Voe reaches for the water, leaning forward to come in contact with her reflection before the breaking of a branch has her ears twitching. After the branches, came the sound of trees cracking and toppling over, destruction coming closer and closer. She took off running once more, the smell of Alastor not too far behind the sound. The adrenaline coursing through her veins was slightly intoxicating, oddly enough despite being considered a predator for her entire life, she loved the heightened sense of anticipation and fear that comes with being the prey. She wasn’t sure if that made her crazy or even more dangerous. Or both. But she reveled in the idea of what he would do to her. She craved the roughness, the aggression, the pain, but she kept on running because she adored being chased. If there was one thing she knew for sure, it was that she understood others much more than she understood herself. Studying others was much easier. 

But she wanted to be caught. 

She wanted to see his face when he grabbed her. She wanted to feel his skin when he touched her. She wanted to see what he would do. 

So once escaping the trees and tasting the open air, her running slowed down, eventually coming to a stop. Her ears twitched at the sound of him knocking down trees in pursuit of her, and she turned around to see his approach. He exited the trees with so much force that the ground shook, and Voe wasn’t sure if the rest of the hotel could hear it. She stood her ground strongly, even as the ground shook more and more as he approached her still in his demon form, they were at a standstill. He glared down and she glared up.

“Do what you want to me!” She screamed up at him

“Gladly,” he growled, shoving her on the ground and ripping her clothes up the front, changing back to his normal form. Her bra and underwear were on full display to be ripped off as well. He stares at her naked form, immediately attacking her bare breasts. Sucking, licking, and flicking them relentlessly. 

“I’m sorry,” she moaned into the crook of his neck 

“Don’t be sorry now,” he spoke in between popping her nipple into his mouth “You weren’t sorry before, were you? Hmm? No, you weren’t sorry when you couldn’t wait to tell me that you shared your cunt with someone else. You couldn’t wait to tell me!” He hastily removes his shirt.

She let out a whimper as she breathed in his scent.

He lowered himself to her pussy, staring and breathing, she could feel him against her wetness. “Such a pretty cunt for such a pretty lady.” His eyes flit up to look at her, as she sits up to see what he’s doing. “And they’re both mine,” he said before shoving two of his clawed fingers inside her wet throbbing slit. She falls backward onto the grass at the pleasure from the curving of his fingers inside her tight walls.

She was content to lean back and just feel the disgustingly beautiful sensation of him fucking her into the grass, closing her eyes to focus on not just the feeling but the sound of wet squelching every time he pressed into her pussy. Alastor, however, had other plans for her. He grabs her chin and speaks sternly “Open your eyes.” He does not ask, this is an order. “Look at me while I ravage you.”

“Okay,” she smiled, content as ever

“Don’t get fucking cute.” He quickly unbuckles his pants, freeing his throbbing cock, lining it up at her entrance, then ramming it inside her. He gathers both of her wrists into one of his hands.

“I’m not.” she breathes out, full of bliss and pleasure “Can I touch you now?”

“No.” he returns to her nipples, red and sore, sucking the life out of one and twisting/pinching the other to his heart’s content. He removes his hand and lowers it down to her clit, rubbing slowly before gradually picking up the pace, and rubbing it as vigorously as he was thrusting. Faster and faster he went, ramming into her sweet spot each time, with more and more of her juices leaking out. Cumming once, twice, three times without stopping.

She puckers her lips wordlessly and he ignores her. “Kiss,” she pants out “can I have a kiss? Please?” She is drenched in his and her sweat staring up at him with such desire that she couldn’t even attempt her previous composure.

“I don’t know,” he said roughly “Can you?”

Despite her annoyance, she was in no position to put up a fight with him. Not this time. “May I have a kiss?”

An evil grin spreads across his face “Fuck, you’re so pretty.” Their lips collide, his tongue invading her mouth, as she fights against his grip to wrap her arms around him, but he wouldn’t budge. “My doe,” he calls for her 

“Yes?” she can barely speak with the air being fucked out of her.

He speaks into her neck “Who gets to fuck this cunt?”

“You do.”

“And who else?”

“Nobody.” she squeezed her eyes shut “Alastor…I don’t think I can-”

“You can.” he rammed into her again “You can take it Belle, and you will.” he thrusts into her at the fastest possible pace his hips can go. Voe lets out a scream of pained pleasure, biting him in place of holding him; hard enough to pierce skin and drip blood. He lets out a scream of his own, finally letting go of her hands—which she promptly wraps around him, digging her nails into his back, deep enough to draw blood. But he doesn’t stop, her clenching walls only telling him to keep going, harder and faster. With her legs too sore to wrap around him she pulled him as tight and as close as possible, licking the sweat and blood from his neck and collarbone. She could feel her walls clenching, and his cock twitching inside her, feeling the brink of both of their orgasms. His head was buried inside her neck. As she feels her orgasm coming closer and closer, she calls out.

“Wait!” She pulls his head up by his hair so they’re facing each other. He didn’t seem as angry as before. “I wanna look at you,” she said, holding his head as he continued thrusting. “You’re so beautiful,” she says before cumming, a guttural moan leaving her mouth. She pushes his hair back, pressing her forehead into his, and closes her eyes; triggering his orgasm where he empties inside of her. Her juices coat his cock, while he paints her walls white. They ride out their orgasms and lay there together basking in each other’s heat. Alastor licks her entire body, just to get one more taste. She pulls him up by his arm.

“Kiss me.” and their mouths were intertwined again, tasting themselves on each other’s tongues.

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[cuttyclowngirl]

DAIMA EP.8 (SPOILER) Review/theories.

• Gotta gush about the fight, of course. Tamagami #3's reflexes & fighting instincts in general were top-notch/surprisingly sharp for someone who'd been standing around for years. The other two are surely no different. Being able to magically manipulate his hammer mjölnir style of course implies that Tamagamis #1+2 can/will do the same.

• I've enjoyed/appreciated all the nyoibo action thus far, but Goku sheathing it Future Trunks sword style was raw AF. & Immediately after using it to snap his opponent's weapon's hilt too!

• As I stated in a previous review, (EP.6) Goku has in fact acclimated to the weight of 3rd world's air.

• Goku's verbal response to Tamagami #3's red blasts leads me to believe they're ki blasts, which might imply that Neva has known about ki/ki manipulation this entire time, but has never shared this info nor taught a single demon about it all this time. (Maybe part of some sort of contingency/emergency plan?)

• Not sure if it only applies to #3, but while powering up, he let steam out of his body, similar to the way Buu does. Neat detail.

• #3's sudden surrender tells me that the fight itself was meant to test if the person who earns the dragon ball can keep it safe on their own while they go collect the rest, while the second test focuses on attentiveness. Not letting the ball out of your sight & stuff like that. You really gotta earn it, not just fight to take it.

• Also, golly that second test was Hunter x Hunter-coded.

• The little respectful bow Goku did after thanking #3 for the ball... & The way #3 was practicing the Kamehameha before waving goodbye... T_T

• Vegeta & co. are gonna hafta meet up with Goku & crew in the second world. I'm sure we'll spend time watching Piccolo getting in touch with his roots. More Namekian lore is always welcome. There's really nothing for Vegeta & Piccolo in 3rd world, anyways...

• Eagle eyes Degesu returns.

• Dr Arinsu sneaking up to collect a sample of Buu post-Vegeta's sacrifice was not only genius on her part, but Toriyama's as well. After all, she's not a ki user & Piccolo was miles away for a bit. She could've also cloaked her presence with magic, too. Must have used teleportation magic to sneak around, keeping a safe distance from Buu's fight while waiting to pounce. (Kai-Kai?)

• We're introduced to a witch named "Marba". Based on the Majin "M" emblem that can be seen in the stained glass of her front door+the one on her outfit, which was even zoomed in on+ the fact she was the one who created Buu, (& the fact her name starts with "M") we can assume that the emblem was her's all along, so Bibidi (& by extension Babidi) straight up shamelessly appropriated it.

• Dr Arinsu admits to having constructed a Majin of her own a while ago, but it wasn't powerful enough to "beat her", which tells me she always wanted one powerful enough to to beat/assassinate previous Supreme Kings, but only now has the resources.

• Guess Toriyama didn't like his old idea of Majin Buu existing since time in memorial, & came up with an equally (if not a lil more) interesting origin. Marba, who despite being powerful enough to create a creature like Buu, just straight up didn't bother taking credit for him because she deemed him a failure, & instead let a reckless imbecile like Bibidi "use" & take credit for Buu. After asking Marba to make Buu for him, no less. So disrespectful, Bibidi.

• Majin Buu being so dangerous that entire races like Glinds & Namekians not only fled their home world, but outright abandoned their own Realm, is quite a compelling backstory for all parties involved. I view the fact that only "some" Glinds were killed a small miracle.

• Dr Arinsu sure loves her hover-hookah.

• Marba mentioned she "focused on controllability", so this new Majin might not be as strong as kid Buu, but surely still deadly. (& will hopefully have a personality) If even a powerful witch like her says that King Gohma isn't a pushover, then perhaps he rivaled Dabura's strength with pure destructive magic power.

• My theory about Dr Arinsu just using Goku & friends to gather the Demon Realm dragon balls through Glorio was completely correct.

• Buff red haired demon lady from Kadan's castle has fangs. I NEED TO KNOW HER NAME, TOEI. (& The name of the short haired demon lady, too.)

• Cute domesticated-Vegeta moment at the end there. Saiyan/Namek saga Vegeta would've just murdered Hybis & flown off to question random strangers.

• Marba's tree/cottage/floating island sure has pretty colors. Wouldn't mind hanging out in a VR Chat recreation of it. Play with the cauldron a little.

• Next EP looks like it's gonna be super cute, at least.

[onceuponastory]

survival tactics - the winter soldier x reader

Part Four of my Ghost Story AU - Find the Series Masterlist here.

Plot: When their worst nightmare comes true, Y/N and Bucky try to make it out alive. Pairing: The Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, dead bodies, choking, blood, violence, threats, guns, knives, and shooting. Nothing too graphic/gory, but this chapter is definitely more violent than the others, so please use your own discretion! Also mentions of the abuse, manipulation and trauma Bucky faced while under HYDRA’s control. And HYDRA agents being the creepy assholes they are. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: We’ve reached part four already! Thank you again for all loving this story so much. I hope you like this chapter. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

1945

He awakens strapped to a table. He can feel things poking and prodding at him, but is too groggy to tell who or what they are. Faces stare down at him, most of them too blurry for him to recognise.

“Sergeant Barnes.” A voice says. 

Who is Sergeant Barnes?

Hazy memories flash through his brain. Memories of flying. 

Or was it falling? 

His body throbs with a dull pain. He twitches, trying to break free, but someone or something holds him down. And somehow, he doesn’t fight it. 

More memories now. Of red crimson on the snow, seeping through it. A beautiful landscape, destroyed by violence. Why so much blood? 

There’s screaming. Screaming that he can’t recognise.

“He’s tense. I’m not sure if he’s stable enough for the procedure yet.”

“The procedure has already started.” The original voice corrects. Another face appears, looming out of the haze. “You are to be… the new fist of HYDRA. Our Winter Soldier.”

19-seventy something.

He’s running. He doesn’t know where he’s going, or how long he’s been running for. He just needs to get away. Away from the base, from all the people touching him, of the pain. He weaves through the trees, a tactic he learnt from years of being a super-powered assassin. His legs pound the frozen ground, and his heart and lungs burn. Despite the pain, he’s never felt so alive.

Just get away. Just run.

As he breaks through the trees, he stops. He can finally see the horizon, vast and never ending. He takes a breath. 

He’s alive.

He’s here.

He’s free.

But as he takes a step forward, something hits him in the leg, and he falls to the ground, landing in the snow. Russian expletives fill the air, and he hisses in pain. Yet, the adrenaline in his veins keeps him going, another burst of energy causing him to rise once more. He steps forward, still hissing in pain. He only makes it a few more steps before being hit in his other leg. He looks down at the bullet hole in his legs, at the blood flowing out of the wounds. Again, crimson seeps into the snow.

They’ve found him again.

Before he can try to get up, or even to crawl forward, two muscular arms grab him, hauling him up. He tries to struggle, but it’s futile. Despite how much he wants to deny it, his wounds have weakened him. And so, he gives up the fight. 

Yet, as he’s loaded back into a van, ready to be taken back to base, one thought remains: He will get out of here. One way or another.

Present Day

Now, as he watches the HYDRA agent, Bucky knows he should’ve known you can never truly outrun your demons. Especially when they’re as all reaching as HYDRA. The man walks around the room, staring at both with a smirk. “Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

“Y/N. Run.” Bucky hisses. He knows it’s futile, but there’s still a little hope that she’ll be able to flee there. Y/N tries to run, but he grabs her before she can escape.

“I see you’ve brought a new plaything, Soldat. How generous.” The man shoves her against the wall, and Y/N cries out in pain. The sound makes Bucky even angrier. He tries to stand up, forgetting how tightly he’s been bolted in. “She’ll do nicely. But what to do with her? We’ve been trying to replicate you, you know? Perhaps she can be your replacement.” Y/N squirms in his arms, trying to free herself. “Or maybe… I’ll keep her for myself, hm?”

“Stay away from her.” Bucky demands, his metal arm tensing, flexing against his restraints. The sound of metal grinding against metal fills the air. This whole time, he’s refused to let Y/N see his true self, the true strength and violence he’s capable of. But now, he has to use it. There’s no other choice. It’s for their survival.

So why is he so damn terrified?

“Remain in your cell until the others get here, and then there won’t be any problems.” That’s what they trained him to do. To be obedient and stay locked away for god knows how long. To be their warrior, their soldier, moulded and controlled. That was Bucky’s life for so long. When he escaped, he finally thought he had a chance for freedom, and to live a normal, happy life. To find love. To be Bucky Barnes again.

With Y/N, he found that. Someone to care for him and love him, despite everything. Someone he can laugh with. She’s his entire world, his reason for staying alive. The person he thinks of first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Losing her, losing their happiness scares him to death.

And he’s not letting HYDRA take her away from him, to destroy either of them and the new life they built together. This time, he won’t obey.

The guard looks young, nowhere near as experienced as the HYDRA agents and handlers he’s used to seeing. He’s cocky too, without the same maturity as the other agents. And that, thankfully, means that he won’t have been entrusted with the Winter Soldier’s control words. They have a chance to stop him. Just as long as he can get out of this fucking cell in time. He strains as hard as he can to break free, feeling the metal buckle under his grasp.

“I won’t let you touch him.” Y/N hisses, wriggling in his grasp and hitting the man in the head as hard as she can. “He’s not going anywhere with you.” In response, the man wraps his hands around her neck, squeezing. Y/N groans, clawing at the man’s wrists and kicking with all her might, desperate for survival. An intense rage burns within Bucky. 

“Such a feisty little thing. I can see why you like her, Soldat.”

“His name….” Y/N’s voice fills the room. Soft and strained. “Is Bucky.” Despite the love he feels for her using his real name, Bucky can see Y/N getting weaker and weaker by the moment. The rage intensifies, so hot and strong it consumes his entire being.

Just one more push.

Just hold on, Y/N. I’m coming to save you, just as you’ve saved me. 

“You know what’ll be fun? How about I cut your little girlfriend up… and make you watch?”

Bucky’s metal arm breaks through then, and he kicks the door hard. It bursts open within a second, and he storms out, right towards the HYDRA agent. In an instant, the hand tightly wrapped around Y/N’s neck is peeled off. She falls to the floor, taking in a deep breath of survival. “I told you to stay away from her.” Bucky hisses, his eyes darkening. “You’re not going to touch either of us again.” She’s never seen him like this before, so angry… so frightening. His entire face, once so full of laughter and smiles for her, is contorted by rage. It’s then she realises that this must be what he looked like as the Winter Soldier, and what HYDRA’s enemies saw before they took their last breath. 

The agent’s tough facade soon shatters as Bucky’s grasp on his arm tightens. He cries out in pain, an agonising scream the likes of which Y/N has never heard before. And she never wants to hear it again. As the agent’s body sinks down to the floor, Bucky grabs his gun. 

“See you and your friends in hell.” He hisses, before pulling the trigger.

As the man’s body slumps to the floor, Bucky crosses over to Y/N. In an instant, all the rage in his face is gone, replaced by concern as he checks over her. Already, strong, angry marks are already developing on her neck. Bucky’s jaw clenches angrily. “Scum. Bullets aren’t enough for them.”

However, all Y/N can do is stare at the body on the floor. Whether in horror or a morbid curiosity, she doesn’t know. “He’s dead.” She gasps. She and Bucky watch as a deep crimson seeps out, coating the floor. Just like it did on a cold winter’s day in 1945. “You killed him.” She whimpers. Her stomach churns, and she has to suppress the bile rising in her throat. Of course, she’s not stupid. She knows that this is what needs to be done to stop HYDRA, and they deserve far more than what Bucky gave them. But she’s never seen such a violent death before. Especially not one caused by Bucky.

She should’ve expected this, a voice in her head tells her. After all, all she’s heard since they got to this damn place is how violent Bucky is, the true extent of what he’s capable of. And she didn’t listen, instead believed that part of his life was over, that they were safe. That things were normal. How very wrong she was. But then again, as they grew closer, she never had any reason to doubt that Bucky - the man who listened intently to her family stories, whose eyes sparkle whenever they see her walking into his cell - was anything other than safe. 

And then the tears come, erupting from within as the reality of everything that’s just happened sets in. Immediately, Bucky pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her in a tight squeeze. She buries her face in his chest, inhaling his scent and shielding her eyes from the agent bleeding out next to them. For a moment, Y/N realises how nice it feels to be in Bucky’s arms, and how safe she feels in his tight grasp. He whispers reassuring words in her ear, telling her it’ll be okay in the hopes it soothes her. Even though he doesn’t know if it’ll be alright either. He holds her as she cries, letting her relax and find comfort in his arms. 

“Hey. Look at me.” Bucky orders, gently lifting her cheek up so she’s eye level with him. As she looks into the silvery blue eyes she knows so well, matching her breathing with his, Y/N slowly calms down. Surprisingly, Bucky’s not angry at her hysterical reaction. He’s more sorrowful, upset that she had to see something like that, and concerned for her wellbeing. “I’m sorry you had to see that. But I couldn’t let him hurt my girl.” The words slip out with no thought, and Y/N gasps.

“I’m your girl?” Of course, after being tortured and manipulated for so long, Bucky’s never really thought about his love life, and who he cares for enough to consider his girl. But Y/N has done so much for him, and he loves her so deeply that he knows with no doubt that, yes, she is his girl.

“Of course you are.” He gives her another squeeze, and she manages a small smile. Her eyes flicker down to his lips.

If this was a rom-com, or at least, if they weren’t being hunted by HYDRA agents and didn’t have a dead body bleeding out beside them, this is the part where they would kiss and go in the sunset together to live happily ever after. And that’s what Y/N wants. But life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, especially not theirs. “Y/N.” Bucky whispers. “We have to go find the others. It’s not safe here.” Y/N nods, letting Bucky help her up and lead her towards the cell’s exit.

“How are you feeling, by the way?” She asks. Her voice is unsure, almost as if she thinks asking someone how they’re feeling when their abusers find them again is a stupid question. Bucky doesn’t think it’s a stupid question though. In fact, Y/N caring about him so much, and making sure that she’s alright even after what she’s been through is making him fall even deeper in love with her.

Honestly, he’s fucking terrified. For a moment, he thought he was finally safe from HYDRA. He feels like a complete idiot for even thinking they wouldn’t find him again. And even though he’ll fight tooth and nail to protect Y/N, to protect both of them, he’s terrified that they’re going to find them both, and then he’ll be taken back to the hell they kept him in for so long. But he’s refusing to show it and worry her even more. He has to stay strong, for both their sakes. He has to do what’s necessary to protect them both. He’ll have to deal with his feelings later, when this is all over, like he has done ever since he escaped their grasp. If they ever make it out of here, that is.

As they step out into the hallway, the hair on the back of Bucky’s neck stands up. It’s so… quiet. Too quiet. What was once a bustling hallway, full of guards, is now empty.

“How the hell do we get out of this place?” 

“I know. Come on.” Y/N beckons. Yet when they try to open the door, it’s locked, and Y/N’s attempts to unlock it don’t work. “They must be on lockdown. We’re stuck here.” Bucky can already sense the panic in her voice, and he squeezes her hand reassuringly.

“No, we’re not stuck here. We’ll find a way out. I promise.”

“What the hell is going on?!” Steve demands, bursting into the room. Maria and Nick glance up at them both, brows furrowed.

“Hello to you too, Rogers, Wilson.” Fury sighs. “It seems we’re under attack. We don’t know who from, or why, but-”

“It’s HYDRA.”

“We don’t know that, it’s-”

“It has to be! Bucky escaped and he and Y/N were terrified of him being found and brought back there. And we just sat around like sitting ducks.” He sighs, massaging his temples. “We should never have come here.”

“Rogers. This entire compound is under lockdown. Nobody gets in or out. We have agents already beginning to search the building. We'll find them.” Fury insists, but Steve and Sam aren’t convinced.

“They could be anywhere in this damn building, alone and vulnerable. And we’re not going to let them be taken.”

Meanwhile, Y/N and Bucky try to find their way out of the maze that is the compound. Y/N swears that they’ve gone down the same hallway at least five times, but she’s too nervous to even say anything. They’ve only encountered a few HYDRA agents on their way, but Bucky dispatched them all with ease. 

“I don’t like this,” she murmurs. “You’d think they would have sent more agents to take you back.”

“I know.” Bucky sighs. “They must be planning something. And that’s why we have to keep moving.” The further into the compound they go, the more nervous Y/N becomes. Her heart hasn’t stopped pounding from the moment the ‘guard’ entered the cell. All she wants to do is lie down and never get back up again. But she has to keep going and be strong. For both of them.

She registers Bucky squeezing her hand again, and it’s only then she realises that they’re still hand in hand. Of course, they have brushed their hands together before, but this is different. This is special, more intimate. “My girl.” Echoes in her mind, and something in her stomach flutters once more. In an ideal world, this is when she’d tell him the truth. That she thinks she’s falling in love with him. Of course, in an ideal world, they wouldn’t have been attacked by HYDRA either, but even then… Y/N’s not sure if she would’ve told him the truth. He’s been through so much already, even before all this. He doesn’t even know what his life is now that he’s escaped HYDRA, or what’s going to happen to him. Her admitting her feelings would destroy any progress he’s made, and force him to make a choice he may not even be ready for. That’s the last thing he needs.

“You okay? All things considered, that is.”

“Yeah.” She lies. “I just never realised how big this place is.” 

As the pair keep walking, the hallway soon splits in to two. “So. Which way?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky steps forward, looking around cautiously.

“Stay here. I’ll go check it out.”

“No! You can’t go. Not alone, not when they’re looking for you!” She insists. Bucky places a reassuring hand on her forearm. 

“I’ll be okay. If need be, I’ll end this on my own. I’ll be back soon. I promise.” And with one last reassuring squeeze, he’s gone.

She doesn’t know how long it’s been since Bucky left. She tried counting the minutes, but gave up after she reached ten. Nervously, she wrings her hands, trying to think of something that won’t make her panic. Bucky’s smart, he’s calculated. They trained him for moments like this. She knows that first hand. Would all his training really be enough to fight off however many HYDRA agents are swarming this place? But she can only think of one thing:

“Why did I let him go on his own?”

Suddenly, she hears footsteps. Relief floods her veins, and she sighs. It’s Bucky. He’s back, and he’s safe. 

“Checking the east perimeter now.” With those words, everything falls apart. That voice definitely isn’t Bucky, and it’s not Steve or Sam either. And Y/N definitely isn’t about to stick around and find out whose it is. She opens a door, diving into the room and closing the door behind her. 

The footsteps get louder and louder, and Y/N dives for cover under a table. She attempts to quieten her breathing, even wondering if HYDRA trains their agents to smell fear, or to notice the sound of panicked breathing or a raised heart rate. When the door opens, Y/N bites her tongue hard, trying to stop the frightened whimper that threatens to erupt. Where the hell is Bucky?

“Is somebody in here?”

Stay quiet.

Stay alive.

As the figure roams the room, Y/N huddles into herself, hoping it makes her invisible. Just like her grandma told her to do when she was too afraid of the monsters under her bed to sleep. “Wrap yourself up, nice and tight… and then the monsters can’t give you a fright.” Her words ring out, clear as day in Y/N’s mind. If only she could’ve known back then just how real the ghosts and monsters that she used to be so terrified of are. But this time, the monsters are so much more evil. 

And then, silence falls. For a moment, Y/N is relieved, hoping it means that the man has finally left and she can continue her search for Bucky. That is, however, until a voice sounds.

“Well, what do we have here?” She’s pulled harshly up then, the tight grasp on her arm making her yelp out in pain. A flash of silver glints in the light, almost at her throat. A knife. In an instant, she’s transported back to her grandmother’s living room, when she first saw Bucky. When she knew that to ensure her survival and avoid being on the other end of those knives, she had to say the right things.

And now, she has to do it all over again.

Bucky though, he was different. He was kind enough to let her go… albeit in his own way. She doesn’t have that advantage here. But she’ll be damned if she’s not going to try.

“Oh.” The man chuckles, closing the gap between them both. “I know who you are. We know all about you. You’re the Winter Soldier’s friend, aren’t you?” She stays silent, a million different exit plans swirling throughout her brain. “Now come on. Where is he?”

“I don’t know.” She finally speaks. It’s not a lie. She hasn’t seen him in god knows how long. Yet the man remains unconvinced. So he asks again. And again, Y/N repeats her answer.

“Come on. You really expect me to believe that?!” He hisses after still not getting his desired response. Before she can even attempt to convince him of the truth, he grins, one that sends a chill throughout her body. “Fine.” He pulls out the knife, bringing it closer to her. The cool metal runs along her skin, her nerves intensifying. He has her life in her hands. One wrong move, and she’s gone. But even then, she still wouldn’t give Bucky up. “If you won’t tell me… I’ll just have to make you.”

Quickly, Y/N shoves him. It’s not hard enough to do much damage, but it’s still enough to knock the man back slightly. She makes a break for the door, but he’s quicker than her. He grabs her, slamming her against the wall and leaving her dazed for a moment. “You can stop this, you know. Save yourself. Just tell me the truth.” She pants, glaring at him. 

“Did you not listen the first few times you asked me? I don’t know where he is. In fact, if he had any sense, he’d be gone, miles away from the risk of being taken again.” It hurts to say that, to think that Bucky would just throw her to the wolves like that, especially after everything they’ve shared. But honestly, she wouldn’t blame him if he ran. Above all else, Y/N wants Bucky to be safe. And she’d sacrifice herself to make sure of it. 

“You can’t stop us. We’ll find him.”

“Not if I can help it. I won’t let you destroy him again.” She hisses.

“You have a lot of fight in you, but we’ll break you eventually. We always do.” He insists. “You’ll be so broken you won’t even remember your name, let alone any of the times you spent with your friends or your family. Just like we did to him.” He’s just trying to scare her into a confession. She knows that. But fear is not the primary emotion she feels in that moment. In fact, she’s full of rage. The way he speaks about Bucky, laughing like the things they did to him and the way they destroyed his life means nothing, disgusts her. As if his trauma, and the things they made him do are just jokes to them. He’s just collateral damage, a pawn in their larger plan.

When she said Bucky would burn the world down to protect her, she didn’t realise that she’d do the exact same for him.

“Go to hell.” She spits in his face. He looks at her curiously for a moment, almost as if he’s impressed by her refusal to back down, and her attempts to fight back. But then, he smirks.

“You really shouldn’t have done that.” In an instant, the knife is back at her throat, almost cutting into her skin. “You’re in for a world of hurt, sweetheart. You really want to test me?” He smirks. The way he stares at her, leering at her as he calls her sweetheart, is enough to churn her stomach. “Do you know what they tell us in HYDRA?” He chuckles. “They say the easiest way to infiltrate someone is through their heart.” He moves the knife lower, pointing it at her chest. Y/N’s heart pounds, so loud she swears it could be heard in the room. “Because once you threaten the people they love… getting them to do what you want becomes so much easier.” He stares at her again, smirking. “So how much does the Winter Soldier care about you, hm? Do you think he cares enough to come running when I hurt you?” Y/N’s blood chills, yet she still scoffs, hoping he can’t see how much his words are affecting her. 

“She’s treated me with nothing but kindness since she found me here.” Bucky’s voice echoes in her mind. She can still picture his eyes, and the way they sparkle. How brightly he smiles whenever he sees her. How he broke out of his fucking cell to save her. The way he abandoned his fucking training and didn’t kill her. He does care about her, he does.

“Do it then. Strike through the heart. But you know what’s going to happen if you do kill me? The Winter Soldier is going to come after HYDRA. And he’ll come for you first.” She promises, hoping that the mere threat of a vengeful Bucky is enough to frighten the man. “And you know exactly what he’s capable of. How he can rip apart entire armies like they’re sheets of paper. Can you imagine what he’d do to you? Do you really want that?” The man pauses, and Y/N takes advantage of this to kick him hard in his shin. 

He grunts in pain, lunging for her, but she brings her arm up, striking him with her elbow. She has no idea which part of his face it connects with, but from the scream of pain that fills the air, she knows it must have hurt. Y/N makes another break for the door, but he grabs her hair, pulling her back. She cries out, a furious call of: “Let. Me. Go!” The mixture of fear, rage and pure adrenaline burns within her, a Molotov cocktail of sorts. With one final push, Y/N shoves the man as hard as she can. He stumbles backwards, falling in slow motion. He hits his head on the side corner of the same table she was hiding under and hits the floor with a thud.

And then the room falls silent once more. Y/N steps forward, warily. Despite how close she gets, the man still doesn’t move. Once she’s sure he’s quiet, she lets out an almighty sigh of relief. Grabbing the knife, she finally leaves the room. However, as she steps outside, the adrenaline wears off, and the reality of the situation hits. For a moment, her legs almost go, and she narrowly avoids collapsing in a heap on the floor. Her heart pounds, her head throbs and she just wants to go to sleep. 

But she has to keep moving, no matter what. Bucky would want her to. So, she takes a few more steps forward, until:

“Y/N? Y/N is that you?” A voice calls. And thankfully, this time it’s a voice she knows.

“Sam? Sam!” she calls, running into his arms. “I’ve never been so glad to see you.” She whimpers, almost breaking down in tears right there and then.

“Likewise.” He chuckles, giving her a squeeze. Almost as if he’s checking she’s real. Suddenly, he takes her in, and his eyes widen. “Are you okay?” 

She glances down, noticing the blood on her clothes. Oh god. He must have nicked her with the knife. The knife that’s still in her hand. It slips out of her grasp, clattering against the floor.

“S-Someone found me. Someone from HYDRA. He tried to take me too, b-but I pushed him and he fell. He hit his head. I don’t know if he’s dead or- “

“Hey, it’s alright. You did good. You stopped him.” He soothes, letting her calm down. And for the most part, it works. Until he asks: “Where’s Bucky?”

“I don’t know.” She sniffles. “He went to scope for more agents, but he hasn’t come back.”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Sam soothes. “Steve and agents are out looking, too. I’m sure they’ll find him.” She nods, hoping to god that he’s right. “Come on. We should head back upstairs. At least the two of us are better than one.” She nods, and Sam leads her throughout the building. Even though she should feel reassured by Sam’s presence, and she appreciates his support, she feels anything but reassured. It’s still so quiet. Too quiet. 

After walking for a while, they round the corner, almost colliding with a figure. Immediately, they prepare themselves for another fight… until the figure holds up their hands in surrender. 

“It’s okay! It’s just me.” Steve gasps. For a moment, she’s relieved. Until she realises that he’s alone. Her heart sinks. Bucky’s still lost, god knows where in this fucking building. But who’s to say he’s even still in this place, that he hasn’t been dragged back by HYDRA? 

“We still have more places to check. It’s alright, we’ll find him.” Steve reassures, almost as if he read her mind. And all she can do is hope that he’s right.

The trio keeps moving, keeping a watchful eye out for Bucky. Suddenly, a door bursts open at the end of the hallway, banging against the wall, the sound reverberating through the air. Reflexively, Y/N jumps. A figure stalks into view. One the trio knows all too well.

“Bucky. Thank god.” She breathes a sigh of relief. Bucky just stands there, watching the three of them. When she attempts to step closer, Steve and Sam stop her. “Guys, what’s-”

But then, he speaks.

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

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To follow up on the “Velvette would be in deep shit if she was ever disrespectful to Alastor” thing, I’m going to explain why…with a song analysis!

The most characterization we get for Velvette is her song “Respectless”, so if we put this together with what Alastor tells Husk in “Dad Beat Dad”, it paints a very ugly picture.

So, Velvette starts off the Overlord meeting by calling everyone there “a joke”. Bold words. Now, she spends almost all of her time specifically antagonizing Carmilla, but I think it’s safe to say that she’d do it to anyone, considering how she talks to Vox in “Radio Killed The Video Star”. With this is mind, let’s get going!

“You’ve got it twisted,

I’m not the one who needs a new attitude.

Maybe you missed it, but I’m that #Bitch,

And I will do nothing less than what I please, woo!

I’m the backbone of the Vees.

Mad that I acted respectless?

Well, it’s ‘cause no one could respect this.”

She says, right off the bat, that she doesn’t respect them and what they’re doing…which is taking consequences into consideration. Velvette doesn’t seem to care about common sense at all, and shows a remarkable lack of self-preservation skills. Remember, she’s not saying this to average sinners. These are Overlords, one of which is the Radio Demon—remember that guy?—who could quite easily kill her if they wanted to. I mean, Carmilla has angelic steel on her shoes. There seem to be other angelic weapons on display outside the meeting room. And she’s also falling for the old he-doesn’t-look-powerful-so-he-must-be-weak trick Alastor has been actively using for decades.

And, well, we don’t know how powerful Velvette is. We don’t know what she can do. So far, the only power she’s displayed is being able to change a girl’s clothes and make potions. And if we take Alastor’s line about the Vees in “Stayed Gone” as something that goes for the other Vees…ouch.

She came to this meeting alone. Knowing that the Radio Demon was back and would likely be there. Compared to Zestial, who she calls a “fossil”, Alastor isn’t nearly as ancient. He’s still much older than her, but he died in 1933. Television was around by then. Then again, Vox calls Alastor a fossil too.

“Sorry, group attending,

Since when are Overlords too scared to fight?

You’re long past trending,

Sorry, bae, but I ain’t swiping right!

You lost your relevance!”

Oh, Velvette. You #Bitch. “You lost your relevance”? Alastor fucked Vox’s shit up and casually dropped a diss track just last week. The Radio Demon might not be as politically involved as he used to be, but he is most definitely relevant to you and your safety. The entire pentagram lost power, shocking you so badly that your hair frizzed up and stood on end. And remember, he’s the Radio Demon. He can control radio waves. TV, Wifi, the Internet—they all rely on radio waves. If Alastor wanted to collectively nuke the Vees, he could.

Also, really? A Tinder reference? Are there Overlords on Tinder? Or is it Vinder?

At least she threw out a “Sorry, group attending”. It was probably the only thing that kept her from being eviscerated immediately.

“Ugh, no wonder I’m so respectless!

I could eat you lot for breakfast!”

…Bold words to say in front of two cannibals. One of which—and I cannot stress this enough—is the fucking Radio Demon. For someone who’s so trendy that she keeps changing her hairstyle, she sure is falling for an old trick. People have been dismissing and mocking Alastor since he manifested in Hell. Y’know, until he started broadcasting his victims’ screams. And no one consistently recognizes him as the Radio Demon when he’s in his everyday form, so it’s safe to say the disrespect continues.

And—okay. We haven’t seen any of the other Overlords in Hazbin Hotel (I don’t have a clue about Helluva Boss) transform the way Alastor does. Going off the pilot and Mimzy’s monologue, he seems to have multiple large forms, his most common being this:

…And that isn’t the form we see in “Dad Beat Dad”. The eyes are wrong. There aren’t any tentacles. The Radio Demon has multiple skyscraper-high forms and Velvette is actively saying she could “eat you lot for breakfast”. She’d better have a big fucking mouth and some sturdy ass forks. If she has any hands or arms by the time Alastor is done beating her up.

The rest of her song is directly to Carmilla, so it’s not really applicable to anything else. But with all of this, it’s safe to say that Velvette:

1. Doesn’t respect the other Overlords

2. Doesn’t see the point in considering consequences

3. Is either unaware of how her word choice could get her killed or doesn’t care

4. Sees herself as above the others

5. Sees the other Overlords as “a joke” and calls them irrelevant

6. Has a remarkable lack of self-preservation skills, considering the fucking Radio Demon is right fucking there

7. Is blissfully unaware of how fucked she and the other Vees are if the Radio Demon (who, again, controls radio waves) sees them as a threat

And, lastly…the reason she in particular would be fucked over.

“If you ever say that again, I will tear your soul apart and broadcast your screams for every other disrespectful wretch who dares to question me.

And if anyone had any doubts about Alastor and radio waves…it’s on the Wiki.

[atamascolily]

Thunderbolt Fantasy: In Which I Yap About Swords

(What can I say? Guilty as charged.)

Thunderbolt Fantasy is about a lot of things, actually, but it's first and foremost a story about swords. So many swords. Magic swords, ordinary swords, demonic swords, holy swords, swords that look like swords but are actually something else, things that look like something else but are actually swords... the list goes on and on.

Thunderbolt Fantasy also has many themes, but I would argue that a major one is that swords are tools first and foremost; whether they are good or bad depends less on the sword itself and more on how it's used.

In the wrong hands, even a holy sword created to fight demons with the purest of intentions can be misused; in the right hands, a demonic sword can save the day, as evidenced by Shang Bu Huan's and Lin Xue Ya's clever team-up using Night of Mourning.

But it gets complicated because swords aren't just tools--or at least not all the time. Season 2 introduces us to Seven Blasphemous Deaths, who blurs the established boundaries--she is a person who is also a sword. Then we have Lang Wu Yao in Bewitching Melody of the West, a person who is explicitly compared to a sword; the climax of the movie hinges on Lang's decision to take full agency for his actions instead of letting unscrupulous people manipulate him.

Bewitching Melody of the West ends with Ling Ya--another character who blurs the line between person and object, and who is sometimes, but not always, a sword--teasing Shang that the Sorcerous Sword Index itself might one day gain sentience. "Any object imbued with strong enough sentiment in time grows a heart of its own! Not that all of them are chatty like me! ... You keep dragging that batch of magic swords around and sooner or later it [the Index] might start talking, too!"

Shang is incredibly flustered by this: "Shut the hell up! Don't jinx me!" He's learned to accept both Lang and Ling Ya as friends and comrades, but the idea of anything more than that scares him. Then he catches himself, "Er, I mean..."

"Mean what?"

And for a moment it seems like Shang is going to tell him, and then he pivots to thanking Ling Y for his assistance earlier and changing the subject. Which is too bad, because I really want to know what he's thinking here. Would it really be so bad if the Index and/or the swords within it was no longer a tool, but a person in their own right? If they could make decisions about how they wanted to be used?

Okay, so maybe it would be bad, given that swords are weapons--they can protect people, yes, but they can also kill them, or turn them into puppets, or generate massive earthquakes. It's only natural they would want to perform the functions they were made for, and some of those functions are terrible. Even holy swords are dangerous, as evidenced by Wan Jun Po being burned alive from the inside out from wielding one of the Three Holy Relics. Good is not soft, to say the least!

Given everything we know so far, it would not surprise me if Shang can "hear" the swords in the Index, and has a sense of their personalities and desires. His restraint in using the Index is entirely justified because these swords are dangerous, even though he has the skills to use them (and this restraint is one reason he can wield them). My personal headcanon is that one reason Lin Xue Ya is such a natural at using Night of Mourning is that he is also incredibly skilled at manipulating people and thus their desires align; he might have more difficulty with a sword that makes other demands of its wielder.

But as we've established, a major theme of Thunderbolt Fantasy as a whole is that even villains can grow and change (cf. Xie Ying Luo's arc in S2) and that people aren't bound by fate--they can and should be able to make their own choices. So why not extend that to the Index as well, especially considering how many people are trying to control it?

And would a sentient Index really be so terrible if it was embued with Shang's feelings? The man who is the moral center of Thunderbolt Fantasy, whom Lin Xue Ya (a master thief) says is the safest place he can imagine? I think an Index that grew out of Shang carrying it for so long would inherit that strong moral center--and I think it would be fitting, given how much carrying it has transformed his life.

One way or another, Shang can't rest until the Index is dealt with. One possibility is that Thunderbolt Fantasy punts the final ending, by having him keep wandering with the Index, but somehow I doubt it--Shang may well continue to journey on, but if he does, I think it will be because he genuinely wants to, or has some other task he wants to do, not because he's still carrying out the same old one forever.

In order for Shang to give up the Index, he has to trust it will be safe from people who will misuse it. We saw how that went at Xian Zhen fortress; even an institution dedicated to preserving the world couldn't keep the Index safe for less than a day, and most of them are worse.

The Index could be hidden, perhaps, or chucked away into the void, but the reason Shang hasn't already done it himself is because the swords are humanity's one hedge against another demon invasion. The swords were created to fight the demons, and they will continue to exist as long as that threat remains. So peace with the demons has to happen first. This is likely for other reasons--see Lang Wu Yao's whole arc--so I feel pretty confident about this. Maybe the swords, most of which originally came from another world, will end up returning there in the end--and like I said, the void of space seems to be a favorite place for chucking stuff you never want to see again (eldritch horrors, Lou Zhen Jie, etc). So it's definitely a possibility.

We also know as of S3 that the swords came from another world, and it's possible that they'd lose their powers if they were returned to their home and be ordinary swords again. So that's also an option.

But given all of the hints and established themes, I'm rooting for a secret third thing: to neither hold on to the Index or to throw it away, but to let it grow up and come into its own. Maybe the Index would decide to leave of its own accord; after all, the swords inside it came from another world and maybe they'd be happier to return there after all. Maybe it'd stick around under the auspices of Dan Fei, Juan Can Yun, and the Hu Yin Shi, who are going to need something to do with their lives once the war with the demons is over for good. I don't know. But I want the Index to have the same freedom as any other character. I want it to be able to choose.

How exactly this would work, I don't know. Maybe the Index is a single entity, or maybe it's a collective intelligence composed of all the swords inside it. Given that Huo Shi Ming Huang's theme centers around this kind of "swarm", and that he seeks the Index, I can't help wondering if the two are connected. But if the Index has to choose between Shang and Huo Shi Ming Huang, I think Shang's influence will ultimately carry the day in the end, though it might get pretty dicey before the end. After all, he's the one who carried it for so long!

(Look, I am but a simple soul--all I want is to see all of the swords flying out of the Index all at once in the climactic battle, preferably under their own accord. Yes, I know that technically already happened in the S2 opening, and it was great, but can we have that as the centerpiece of the final movie instead of 10-15 seconds?? Bonus if that severed arm is still in there and smacks someone across the face.)

All of this is to say, I fully expect that this is going to be a major theme going forward, and I have "the swords unionize" on my personal bingo card.