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fraugwinska · 5 months ago

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Chapter 14 - Anachronism

Anachronism (noun) 1. a person, thing, or idea that exists out of its time in history, especially one that happened or existed later than the period being shown

Tags & Warnings: Depressive thoughts, Violence, Murder

Day 1

“I see, okay, cool cool cool... But - when will you be back?” The princess asked, her hair still frazzled from the night. Granted, he had woken her up, but really, as the founder and owner of the Hazbin Hotel, she shouldn't sleep in like that – 6 a.m. wasn't that early when you had business to attend.

“Ah, well, my dear, that's the tricky part – I can't say for sure. Could be a day, could be a week – but there's something urgent that needs to be dealt with. So I regrettably cannot postpone this leave of absence.”

“Hold on, shithead.”, Vaggies voice penetrated his ears, rough and deeper than usual. She joined Charlie at the door, and Alastor smirked at the chagrin in her face. “You're supposed to help the hotel. You have obligations here, as much as I hate it, but we don't run on well wishes.”

Alastor tutted at her, his smile never fading. “Well, what better time to make use of our darling (Y/n)? That's what assistants are for, won't you agree? She is more than capable of taking over my workload until I return.”

Vaggie snarled at him, but Charlie put her hand on her shoulder, watching Alastor with a worrisome expression. “Well, I suppose she could, but even so, what about safety? Alastor, if the hotel is in trouble we are...”

“...not without protection. I'll know when things get out of control here, and shall return if my assistance is needed. Does that sound fair?”

The princess and her pet exchanged looks, he could practically hear their wheels turning. Aggravating, those two. He tapped his foot, impatiently.

“Okay then... well, yeah. I guess that works for...”, the blonde girl said at last, slowly and with a lingering hesitancy, but it was enough for him.

“Wonderful, now, I'll take my leave, let you ladies freshen up in peace. Ta-ta!”

He didn't give them time for a retort, his urgency driving him to travel with his shadows rather than by foot. He needed to get away, the sooner the better.

He needed to get a grip.

And that wasn't going to happen around her.

He only stopped when he felt the freezing air of the outskirts of the pride ring. Shadow travel was fast, insanely fast, but traveling this far exhausted even him. When he finally materialized, he was greeted by the peaceful darkness of the void.

The void.

The great nothingness.

Alastor's first memories of hell started with the void, the constant, roaring humm that filled the air after he fell. He didn't know why he returned to the very place he'd begun his afterlife, but he had learned to not question his instincts. At least until some time ago. He stared at the ever growing darkness and felt the pull. No sinner or hellborn had managed to venture into the void, the barrier around the seven rings of hell. Alastor was sure it wasn't possible either way, but his first day in hell were spent listening to it's call while he reformed his body and explored the new, wide set limits of his power. This place felt like an old friend, a retreat where he could clear his mind and level himself, just like the day he died and woke up here.

Alastor had always prided himself to be one of the rare few sinners who landed at the void. Normally, as he learned through his decades in hell, sinners would fall close to bigger cities, near civilization, closer to their peers. He knew that Zestial, one of the more ancient overlords and acquaintance of his also fell at the outskirts of the ring. He normally hated sharing a trait he deemed special, but he respected Zestial too much to be offended.

Now he had time and space to really think. The hotel was too full, full of noisy occupants, full of pestering ears, full of her scent and her confusing energy. He had stayed all through the night, hypnotized by the radiation of her energy she still emitted, even in slumber. And he had struggled, more than he had anticipated, to peel himself from her room came morning, to detach his gaze from her sleeping face, with that unholy smile that he was sole owner of still on slightly parted lips.

The void called him, and he greedily listened to it, using the sounds of the emptiness to calm his accelerating beating heart.

Day 2

He hated that he felt. He hated the fragility of them, their infuriatingly weakening effects they had on the mind. His back started to hurt, so he conjured himself a seat, a round and soft one.

There were feelings he accepted, even welcomed. Joy, for example, in the right context and circumstances, was a rather gratifying feeling he often embraced when he slaughtered his victims. Or danced to a good tune, which happened less than the other. Anger, controlled and in moderation was also useful.

But then there were the crippling ones he detested. Sadness was one of them. He despised the way it made the chest hurt and the mood sink, how it made him long for past days, the days where his mother was alive. But that was something he had always been able to control, trained himself to masterfully surpress to the point where he didn't even have to try.

And the new one he couldn't get a hold on. That strange, new feeling that left him weak, confused and vulnerable, started by a mere touch of gray skin.

Desire. For the first time in his life he felt the need to want somebody . He wanted , and that want drove him to actions he wasn't used to, and the more he got, the more he desired, an endless circle, a cycle he was trapped in. Desire was an abhorrent child of love. Ha. Love. The only love he had ever needed died just months before he became of age. Never again did he feel something like it, nor did he want to. Love was a liability. It easily, naively opened doors that should better remain locked for not to fall prey to predators. And Alastor surely wasn't prey .

But now, there it was. Desire. Infecting him like a common, disgusting virus with no antidote. He desired her. He had to make this conclusion, as much as he wanted to deny it. He just didn't know if he desired her power, or something more.

Day 3

Alastor was hungry. But no food would satiate this feeling of craving. He craved her. No. No, he reminded himself. That was preposterous. He didn't crave her, he hungered for her energy. That one, tiny taste of her power had left him wanting more, had him addicted like the most potent drug. His shadows felt the yearning too, they were restless and swirled agitated around him. Especially one. He had Ozul bound, and his shade let him know how much he hated it. Relentlessly he tugged and pulled and twisted himself, but he knew without Alastor's permission, he wasn't going anywhere. He had become bold, that one. Which was truly unfortunate, since he was the oldest of his shadow companions. The original specter.

He hasn't slept at all. The coolness a refreshing chance from the heat of the city and settling down in his bones. Still, he had yet to have a revelation – his mind fought with him. Hunger fought with him. A longing he needed to be for power, and not... trivialities. Another strong tug made him growl.

“Stop it this instant, you fool.”

Ozul hissed at him. He hissed. Alastor's fury was instant and intense as he forced him back with a yank. It whined and struggled against his grasp.

“m̵̳͋̀ĩ̷̻s̸̡̻͊͘s̵̝̏ ̵̤̻͋̌g̴̢͍͐e̸͎̿̎m̴̖̆.̶̨̅̿ ̸̟̩́̉w̸̬̏à̷̼̎n̸̡͉̈́͝t̷̫̟̂͝ ̷͔͎̄̿t̷̥͑ơ̸̡ ̸̺̤́s̸̛͚͖è̷̳̯͑è̶͖͎ ̸͙̭̀g̴̠͖͌ė̷͈̯m̶̭̭͑.̷̦̐” (miss gem. want to see gem)

“You are acting like an insolent child.”

“y̷̼̓o̸̮̎u̸̯̺͂͂ ̴̘̠̃̎m̸̘͕̅ḭ̴̺̎s̸͚̙̐s̷̬͊ ̷͍͕̈g̴̦̑̊e̴̼̣̽m̶̙̺͑̽.̵̳̿ ̴͙͐̓y̷̢͕̏o̶̲̮͝ủ̴̝ ̵͛̀͜m̴̮̖̐e̴͉̋ ̸̝͇̉̂s̵̠̄ǎ̸̞͕̏m̴̲̪̍̽ȇ̷̛ͅ” (you miss gem. you me same.)

His antlers sprouted like weed as his body exploded with crushing cracks and hurtful rips. The other shadows roared in pain and anxiety, swirling around the feet of their master.

“ɨ ɖօռ'ȶ ʍɨֆֆ ǟռʏȶɦɨռɢ, ɨ ǟʍ ʏօʊʀ ʍǟֆȶɛʀ ʏօʊ աօʀȶɦʟɛֆֆ, աɛǟӄ, ɖɨֆօɮɛɖɨɛռȶ...”(I DON'T MISS ANYTHING; I AM YOUR MASTER YOU WORTHLESS; WEAK; DISOBEDIENT...)

In his rage, he slashed at his own shadow, tearing the ground with every word he spat. Ozul dodged his claws, his teal maw and eyes glowing brightly at him in a grimace of pity. He didn't miss that woman. She was nothing more than a servant. Just another soul he owned. A chip in the long game. A tool to be used. To be exploited. Disposable.

His clawing stopped, his arms heavy and aching. Ozul stared at him, and he stared back.

Disposable.

That word tasted sour and rancid on his tongue. He took heavy breaths, taking in the stinging pain of his elongated limbs that he grew far too quickly.

Disposable.

What would he do if he harnessed her power and she would vanish? Her spirit broken? Her will cease to exist? Why does it even matter? Why does he care? Does he care? Ozul slithered to him, slowly, carefully. Alastor let him creep up his arm and onto his shoulders. He closed his eyes and let visions of Ozul play on his mind. He saw her, dutifully reading what he provided her, sighing now and again. He saw her watching out the window, waving him goodbye as he left his mansion for some errand. He saw her at his doorstep in the middle of the night, a cup of warm milk in hand meant for him. He saw her cold, disgusted glare at Vox's incredulous remarks about him. He saw her hand on his cheek, golden eyes fixed on his as she managed to snap him out of his transformation.

Disposable.

What a wretched word.

Day 4

For the first time since being the radio demon, Alastor truly felt cold. The edges of hell lacked the heat humans so foolishly attributed to the place of eternal damnation. Not that hell wasn't warm. It had it's seasons, and temperatures rarely fell so much as to truly give it's inhabitants a chill.

But he felt freezing. He had thought it would be comforting. Alastor was always warm, like an old cathedral radio that ran for too long, emitting a steady heat, whether he was wearing a coat, a shirt, or nothing at all. But the cold had crept into his innermost being, numbing his body to the point where it hurt to move. But it did not numb his mind. The hum of the void felt no longer serene, but noisy and disturbing. He stared into the void for hours without finishing a thought before the next one began. He felt trapped in his own train of thoughts. A prisoner of his feelings he didn't want. He felt he was failing to manage himself like he used to. And most of all, Alastor felt lonely.

His legs cracked from lack of usage as he stood up. Rosie. He needed to see Rosie. He couldn't be seen like this, by anyone, so he shadowtraveled again, his unstable state making him stumble into a shelf in Rosie's backrooms. He pulled himself upright and sent a shade to get her. Mere seconds later, she was storming through the door.

“What in the world?! Alastor, what happened? You are cold as ice!”

The demoness caught him by his arms, holding his deteriorated form upright.

“I need your help, my friend.”

Rosie only nodded, guiding him to the nearest chair.

“Of course, my dear.”

Day 5

Alastor slept for more than 16 hours. A testament of his friendship with Rosie, that he was able to leave himself this vilnerable in her care. His sleep, however, had been haunted, blurring the lines between reality and fiction, depicting scenes of his life and intertwining them with mementos of her, phasing fast in between horrific, enigmatic and blissfull.

He awoke with a raging headache, the morning sun already turning into full bloom of a mid-day heat. Apparently Rosie had managed to drag him into her personal suite above her emporium, resting him on her biggest chippendale settee. The blanket he was draped in was made out of finest cream cashmere and smelled new and unused. His darling friend really knew him well.

“Oh my stars, you're awake! I almost thought you'd gone into hibernation.”

Rosie entered the room, a tray with a teapot and two cups in her hands. Alastor recognized the green and gold pattern – it was the china he had bought her after his last visit. He quickly sat up, straightening his jacket (which Rosie hadn't removed and he was grateful for).

"I apologize for my unseemly display yesterday, my dearest Rosie.” He waved away the blanket, bringing it up just enough to return his coat to it's intended fold. She took place in a matching seat across from him, her flowing dress and skirts billowing with every movement, and offered him a cup, filling it with deep brown liquid.

He was too exhausted to even ask for a cup of coffee - he somehow had a feeling it wouldn't taste right anyway. But the tea smelled spiced and earthy, which was unusual for his companion, so he decided to trust her judgment and drink it.

They sipped their tea in quietude, but he knew that, just like himself, she had the need to break the silence. He also knew she was carefully, consideringly waiting for him to speak. A feat only she possessed to get out of him things he would otherwise choose to remain untold.

Rosie was another exception, very similar to her . Rosie was his oldest friend, a confidant he didn't expect to have when he became an overlord. Rosie had gained his trust, not by the usual tit-for-tat hellish society loved to practice, but by proving him time and time again, from te very beginning, that she didn't feel the need to use him for anything, instead just enjoying his presence, no strings attached, so to say.

So Alastor spoke, and started to tell his story.

He told her about the night in the Lava lounge, sparing no detail, describing the way she dealt with Vox, the satisfaction he felt watching her on stage. He told her about his percieved solution of her puzzle, what he deducted to be the answer – that she had fallen for him, and his intent to use it to his advantage. He knew she would disapprove of the predicament of invading (Y/n)'s privacy, more so catching her in one of most private moments, but he needed to paint the full picture. He told her about the jeweled copy, how he thought that it would act like a container of her energy just to be proven wrong. That instead, it had guided him to her, and at his touch she had spilled with flowing power like a freshly broken spring, flooding him with it to the point of loosing control over his thoughts and body. How she, miraculously, brought him back through carefully chosen words. That he fled to relieve himself of the overpowering force he was still filled with. How he found himself regretful of the way he harmed her and returned to apologize. About how she instead tried to take the blame, to monopolize the guilt and how he refused her. He told Rosie about her wish for him to keep her company, and that he took her plea to stay the whole night, only to leave before she awoke to get space to sort this whole mess out. When he finally recounted the past four days at the void, the tea in his cup was cold and stale.

Rosie had listened quietly, not once attempting to interject. The tick-tock of the mounted wall clock in the corner of the room marked the ending of an age until she set her teacup down. Alastor swallowed dry, waiting for her assessment. A deep, measured breath left her nose and she leaned back in her seat, her expression seemingly in deep contemplation.

Something else played in those coal dark eyes, and Alastor didn't like it one bit. Was that pity? Was it condescention? Rosie wasn't prone to neither.

“Oh, Alastor...”, she started, shaking her head. “For all the astuteness, intelligence and eloquence you possess, you truly can be a righteous blockhead.”

Alastor's eye twitched.

“While I cannot deny that it seems the little dove has indeed feelings for you – you gravely misinterpreted my little puzzle. I must say, I now come to regret not being any clearer, I feel I took part in the way things escalated to this. “, she sighed with a frown. Then, she looked directly at him, a small, crooked smile on her lips. “But what's done is done. Let's try it again, my dear, and this time, stop denying yourself the path to the true answer – you are better than that. Think, Alastor. Think about what you've told me before answering: What is the protective lie, and what the obvious truth?”

Alastor stared at her.

He didn't want to say it. He didn't want to think it. He didn't want to accept it.

Rosie's smile widened, reading him like a well-known book. The protective lie: That she was just like any other soul he owned. The obvious truth: That she wasn't the only one who fell victim to forbidden feelings.

Day 6

He knew he had to return. The last day was spent in Rosie's company. He knew she had been holding back a lot of things she wanted to say, for the sake of him coming to terms with his uncomfortable new insights. Instead, she gave him space to initiate conversation when he decided to, making herself busy in her apartment. She only told him she closed the shop for the day, and to not worry about missing business, since she could do what the hell she wanted.

In the evening, after a fabulous meal Rosie cooked (serving finest intestines in a hearty stew), she broke her self-imposed silence to ask him

“I don't want to pry, sweetheart, but what do you plan to do?”

Alastor dabbed his mouth with a napkin, removing the last remnants of the tasty demon flesh.

“In all honesty, Rosie, I am at odds.”

Rosie tilted her head at him, her face that of incredulity. “Really, what would be the harm in entertaining the idea that you are fond of a beautiful, talented, devoted girl?”

He remained silent, his wide smile fading into a barely curved line.

“You know as well as I do I am these things are foreign to me, impossible even.”

“And yet you feel something for this girl. You may have never for another, but now, for her, you do, Alastor. Would a parched man in a desert deny himself of drinking when he finds an Oasis?”

Alastor sighed. Rosie was nothing but a true romantic at heart, but he? The concept of fondness, of courting and romance had always abstract and revolting to him. Yes, he felt things for her, but they could be fleeting, a lapse in judgment, a loss of control he was deeply uneasy to sacrifice.

She had dropped the issue, but the question still hung between them as she went to bed.

Now it was morning, and he prepared himself to face her again. That night he decided to keep his distance, to slowly detach himself from the need he felt when it came to her. Knowing her compliance and steadfast determination to please him, she wouldn't question or fight him if he'd dismiss what happened without much explanation.

When he told Rosie, she gave him a disapproving look, sadness in her voice as she told him that he was a fool and on his best way to hurt her favorite dove deeply. He knew she was right, of course, but he needed to do what he deemed best. It was better this way.

So, he bid her farewell, this time walking the distance from Cannibal Town back to the hotel. He heard Ozul whine and fizz in apparent discontent, but he too, had to accept his masters decision.

He entered the hotel quietly, his cat companion dozing at the bar. What luck, he thought, glad to not be stopped by rude comments or displeasured banter. He made long strides, taking the stairs up to his radio tower. He felt the need for soothing blues. On the third flight of stairs, he almost crashed into Angel Dust who rounded the corner from the other side. The spider jumped at the sight of him, clutching his over-exaggerated breast in overly dramatic shock.

“Jesus Christ on a stick, Al!” Alastor sneered at the cursing demon. “Fuck, popping up like the worlds most haunted jack-in-the-box. 'Ya almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Why, my effeminate fellow, that would only mean you'd have a heart in the first place, how joyous that would be?” He grinned widely at the scowling expression his little remark resulted in. “I'd love to stay and chit-chat, but I have a lot to catch up with.”

He started walking past him, when he heard Angel's muttered response.

“Not much to catch up with, buckboy, since Rocky had to shoulder all your fucking work like the boss-bitch she is. You betta make sure 'ya thank her on 'ya knees.”

He didn't reply, keeping his pace. Yet, he couldn't help but notice how quickly his smile threatened to slip with the reminder of his gem's adversities.

... He had made himself comfortable on the extravagant sofa, pouring himself another glass of whiskey and downing it without the usual enjoyment and moderation. He still felt tense, and the alcohol wasn't working in taking the edge off. A few hours back and he still was cooped up in his broadcasting room, unsure on how to proceed. He was about to pour his third glass when he heard three knocks on the hatch.

Three slightly angry knocks.

He moved to open the door to maybe Vaggie, who always had an excuse to be agitated with him, readying to tell her off, when the faint smell hit him.

Not Vaggie. It was her.

He took a deep breath. Showtime.

With nimble fingers he pulled the hatch open, revealing his beautiful assistant looking up to him with burning eyes like two golden suns. His darling girl. His precious gem.

"Ah, hello, kitten! You look absolutely dashing this morning."

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starfirewildheart · 1 year ago

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Scars and Souvenirs

Summary: Sy and his lady both retire from the army but not before tragedy befalls Sy. He slowly tries to adjust to life again on their ranch.

Pairing: Sy / OFC

Word count: 2,022

Rating: mentions of war; being a POW, death and animal abuse. Nothing graphic I promise but if the fic continues (if y'all like it) I'll add warnings for each chapter.

Scars and Souvenirs

She watched Sy from her perch on the wooden fence as he carefully approached the skittish horse. Well defined muscles flexed and tensed under tanned skin as he galloped around the training ring, sweat building up as the morning sun was reaching its peak. The horse itself was beautiful as well.. A palomino mare, one of four horses they had rescued the night before, hoping to be able to save her and give her a good life.

"Hey now, that wasn't very nice," Sy said, keeping his voice soft and gentle while still admonishing the horse for nipping his shoulder.

Debbie chuckled. "You always did have a way with the ladies, cowboy. "

"Well, I caught you didn’t I?" He teased back, his attention always focused on the mare. Their calm voices would help her adjust to being around people.

"It was a limited dating pool baby. My choices were you, Rickshaw, Jizzy, or Boz. Rickshaw was a man whore, Boz had no personal hygiene standards and I'm pretty sure Jizzy fucked a couple of goats trying to get a section 8. You, my Captain, didn’t stink, or sleep with every woman on base or random farm animals. That and your ass looked amazing, even in fatigues."

Sy put his hand to his chest as if he was wounded. "You only want me for my ass!"

She hopped down off the fence, walked over to him sliding her arms around his chest lightly nipping between his shoulder blades as her right hand snaked down his body until she was palming his denim covered cock giving it a gentle squeeze. "I started dating you for your ass but I stayed for your dick baby," She teased.

Sy inhaled sharply and bucked against her palm. He couldn't imagine his life without her. She was the only good thing that came out of that damn desert hell hole where he toiled for eight long fucking years. Even the Texas sun couldn't stop the shiver that raced up his back from the memories. "Whatever it is that keeps you here I hope I never lose it because you are my everything." He leaned back against her and placed a soft kiss on her lips, over his shoulder.

"You're stuck with me, always. I'm never letting you go baby." She hugged him tight. "Well except for like right this second because I gotta go muck the stalls," She sighed dramatically causing him to laugh. "A cowgirl's work is never done," he chuckled, smacking her ass as she walked away.

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Debbie started cleaning the stalls, and spreading new straw. Music was playing on a radio they had in the staging area and she got lost in memories about how she and Sy had met.

She was a doctor who worked the MASH unit in the green zone and also ran missions as a medic when needed. She'd been assigned to the Vikings unit as a medic after their last one had been wounded. When she reported to their Captain it didn't go well. At first she took Sy's very boisterous refusal to work with her personally and she despised him and what she took as his sexest bullshit. After a few very long hours of arguing she realized it wasn't because she was a woman that he didn’t want to take her into the field, he didn’t get her file (imagine that, the government dropping the ball) and he didn't know she had field experience. Sy learned she wasn't intimidated easily. She was a tough as nails, ball busting soldier who could give as good as she got. She earned his respect and he earned hers. Needless to say the issue was resolved and she was frequently a medic for them.

Over time she and Sy became really close and eventually started a relationship which meant she was no longer allowed to be with their unit. Sy had a lot of pull because of what his unit did and was able to keep her on base though. She continued to work both at the MASH unit and with other teams on missions and they spent their free time together.

It had been a year and a half since she’d cycled out of the Army and a year for Sy. While she served during war time and has been in some bad shit and had to do even worse sometimes, it was nothing compared to the hell Sy had experienced. The last four months of his tour were by far the worst for him. One of his unit's final scheduled missions turned out to be their worst and last.

Their objective was to shut down ordinance supply areas for the insurgents because the damn RPG attacks were killing more of our soldiers than combat. The Viking unit had made a huge impact on the supply already and they hoped to be able to take out some of the top ranking members of the opposition with today's raid. Sy had been promised a second unit as back up with the high profile target but true to form, command said they didn't have enough manpower to send back up which meant if shit got bad he'd have to call in an air strike which would be at least thirty minutes out. There was a shadow in the back of his mind that this was a bad idea and he even suggested to his C.O. that they postpone the mission but he was told he was there to follow orders not think.

Things started out successfully as they secured the facility and a cache of weapons, supplies and several high value prisoners. "Robbins, call it in. Tell them we need a clean up crew and transport for 10 prisoners," Sy ordered.

"On it Cap," he gruffed.

"Jimminez, Boz, recheck the perimeter."

"Yes sir."

"Sanchez, Richter, get 'em in restraints."

"Cap!" Boz yelled as he slammed another man through the metal doors of the building. "This asshole was on a phone out back."

"Fuck," Sy's stomach fell to his feet. This was bad. He stormed over and grabbed the insurgent by the shirt and started to question him. Within minutes Sy's life would change forever.

Explosions, gunfire and blood filled the air as several truck loads of insurgents arrived having been alerted by the man with the phone. All of Sy's men were captured and either executed or tortured for information. The insurgents did unspeakable, unimaginable things to the men claiming to want intelligence, after a while Sy came to believe they did it for pleasure.

Two weeks went by and Sy and Boz were the last two alive. As the leader of the team he'd been forced to watch his men be brutalized and eventually executed and his men were forced to watch him be tortured, the insurgents hoping to show them his weakness but Sy never begged.

It was just a few days later that Debbie got the call that he'd been rescued and was being flown to Ramstein AF base in Germany. She’d been home for four months, a choice she and Sy had both made, each agreeing to retire and not re-up. She dropped everything and flew to Germany to be by his side.

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Debbie was pulled from her thoughts as Sy walked the mare back into the barn and started brushing her down. She was amazed at how much Sy had recovered in the year he'd been home. They bought his dream ranch and he'd designed their home and the barn that was built there. They had gone to a cattle auction to bid on some horses for the ranch and that's where they found their new passion.

They were walking through the stalls checking out the animals when Debbie overheard a farmer talking about selling his horses to the meat market. From that day on they researched and scouted these 'meat' auctions and bought as many of the animals as possible. They rehabilitated all that they could and gave them to loving homes; the others who'd been too abused to recover they kept on their own farm where they could live in peace and safety.

Sy looked over at his beautiful girl and grinned. "Come 'er baby girl."

She stepped out of the stall and slowly crossed over to him watching his eyes rake up and down her body. "See something you like, Captain? "

"Hell yea," he rasped, pulling her flush against his body wrapping his arms around her tight. Her fingernails lightly running up and down his back nearly made him purr as he placed soft kisses on her neck. 'It's your love' came on the radio and he started dancing around the barn singing to her.

She squealed with laughter as he spun her around. 'It's your love' was their song, the first song they ever danced to. Letting her hands slide down to his hips she softly pressed her lips to his in a loving kiss. She allowed him entry when his tounge sought its way into her mouth as he deepened it. Their hands began to roam, finding just the right spots to drag moans from each other until he was pressing her against the wall, his rapidly filling cock digging against her stomach. His hand worked its way under her shirt and he squeezed her supple breast rubbing her nipple through the silky material of her bra and was about to lift her up around his waist when they heard gravel crunching on the driveway announcing a car approaching. "FUCK!"

Debbie laughed and patted his ass. "Not now baby, your mom is here but if you're a good boy, maybe later." She waggled her eyebrows at him playfully. "You should probably take a walk for a second until the little monster calms down."

"Fuck," he whined pitifully as he laid his head on her shoulder.

"HI honey," mama Syverson's sweet southern voice rang out as she approached. A concerned look crossed her face as Sy stood with his head on Debbie's shoulder. "Everything alright?" She asked as she put a hand on his back.

He raised up and greeted her with an awkward hug, keeping his hips back so his hard-on didn't accidentally brush against his ma. He shuddered at the thought. "Yea we were just taking a break," he told her as he walked over to the mare he'd brushed down before dancing with Deb. "Let me put this girl in her stall and we can all head to the house for lunch."

"Oh, um, I'm sure Debbie has a lot of work to do," she hedged throwing a look toward the other woman. "A lot of rescues to take care of and all."

Sy closed the stall door, brow creased in bewilderment at what she’d said "Ma, what the h…"

"She’s right," Debbie cut him off. "Horses gotta be fed and watered and I need to get some round bales out in the pasture feeders. Gonna take me the rest of the day." He started to argue but she kissed his cheek and whispered, "She needs you. Go be with her." Before walking to the storeroom to start pulling out grain.

Sy's mom was a sweet, kind, loving, God fearing southern woman but for some reason she seemed to dislike Debbie. Deb had tried everything to get her to warm up to her because she knew how important Sy's mama was to him but nothing seemed to work. It worried her because she didn’t know how it would affect her relationship with Sy in the long run but there was nothing she could do about it. She sighed and went about feeding all the animals and working through her day.

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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 12 days ago

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interesting transition breakthrough?

From my experience with generational trauma, two of the rules I learned were that I would be abandoned or punished somehow for feeling - especially if my body or words expressed that feeling as clearly and directly as I could. Invalidation was always the response I was going to get if I didn't feel how others expected me to feel.

The second rule that my body wasn't my own. I was forced to show affection to people even if we weren't close. I was punished for expressing myself through fashion. My body was not my own, but something my parents owned and were able to do what they wanted with as payment for bringing me into the world and meeting my physical needs as they saw fit.

No needs and no emotions outside of their comfortable experience was allowed and the consequences were always painful when I stepped outside them.

It turned me into an excellent rebel.

I didn't respect anything they had or did, so part of me knew that as soon as I got out of that house the world was going to find me somewhere to belong. Or I'd find a little place to hide away until I could make my mark. No matter what, I'd be able to leave behind what didn't work for me.

My life has really reflected that. When things got rough, I got moving and I learned as much from the experience as I could. I could design an experience that honored me, my agency, my autonomy, and my body and feelings were mind to express with whatever passion I chose.

I never went too crazy, but I got some really good living in.

Having kids fucked me up again. I'm realizing that now. I can see where having kids threw me right back to where I was growing up. It looks different, but... I adapted to the situation in an unconsciously familiar way.

With each child, I literally shared my body with them. There were boundaries in terms of organs, sure, but then even those babies moved stuff around a lot. I was victim to suffer whatever they didn't like. I had to limit things I got to eat. Everyone got really inappropriate about being a judge of what I did because they saw my belly. I was never alone. As someone who grew up very lonely, it was nice. At the time I loved it. It was like having a friend that I was destined to love that I got to protect and talk to and sing to and knew they'd come out loving me. I got to take care of them, and I love taking care of people. It was the best. I see why I didn't mind switching literally everything about myself the moment I found out I had a surprise parasite in my body that would turn into a child I got to raise.

But I never... stopped thinking that my body belonged to them. For awhile it kind of did. It was hard, too, because I'm very sensitive and aware of my body at all times. It was painful and my bladder will never be the same. I literally panic if there isn't somewhere easy to pee because that's something I do very very frequently. I never got MY body back. I'm just still in the old circus tent we all used to share together. Or at least that's how I felt.

Maybe that's what this transition was for me. Slowly realizing that my body was mine again. It was hard, too... because when you literally share a body with someone the boundaries are hard to... adapt to. When they are infants until about third grade they require so much concentration and my hypervigilance is always on. The older ones are teaching me how to relax and not be ready to meet a need a moment's notice, or to co-create a plan that words for both of us, but I think I had to fully realize I was separate from them. That I wasn't... the primary source for their needs anymore.

I can see where the way I thought about being connected to them made it very easy for me to over-function. If it was for the kids I could justify pretty much any sacrifice, and most of those sacrifices were on my end. It just felt like investment into my legacy in a way. When we were a functional family it worked fine. When things got dysfunctional, I couldn't take all the burdens anymore, and everyone was used to me shouldering most things so... the falling apart just got faster I suppose.

I felt a lot of shame having to draw my energy back from my kids. I'd been a full time caretaker for a decade or so, and I... never had boundaries for them. I communicated clearly with them and explained things so we had a really trusting relationship. They never take more from me then they need. If they see I'm tried or struggling, they find an appropriate way to help. I always treated the house kind of like a ship in that way. Harmony and collaboration and finding a way to make it fun and play was the strategy.

It has not been that way with my partners. They wanted to apply arbitrary order to things, like Michael Scott in The Office. It was... it killed my intellect in a way. Nothing ever made sense and it was mostly based on their own insecurities and need for outside validation. It was infuriating.

Especially since both of them came from dysfunctional families. Neither of them could set boundaries with their extended families, and it's like they wanted to create a life where they followed the same patterns but it somehow didn't end up dysfunctional because they often deprived themselves of things instead of learning how to balance them. They also didn't want to face how much their childhood fucked them up and the anger they had at their parents.

So guess who got all that bullshit transfer energy?! Me, the woman who never got a chance to have autonomy. I didn't even know I was dying inside until things were so bad I was a shell of a person. Completely spent. No identity. Then I'd die in a way and come back with a vengeance to destroy what broke me.

Luckily I only had to go through the cycle twice. Wouldn't change it. I have to remind myself that I wouldn't change it so I don't get mad again.

So, now it's time to make different mistakes and learn new lessons. Gonna need some new writing material anyways. Since going to these places to sing karaoke and train my body and mind again who I am as a person and improve some talents and skills I've always innately had when it comes to socializing... it's been so fun to learn about myself and see how I improve as new awareness dawns on me. I used to have to have rituals so I could deal with the fear and anxiety of being around people. Sometimes I still do, but when I went to that new place to sing around people who not only accepted me but also encouraged me and admired my talents... yeah, I've never had that before. Every partner I lived with up until now hated my singing voice. They made remarks. They told me not to sing. One laughed at me when I wanted to join the choir.

And fuck those guys, I'm fucking good!

So what was the issue? Envy? Their own cowardice and dysfunction? Who knows. But it's fun sometimes to tell people at the bar that I went from singing in the shower to karaoke and yes, I do happen to have a talent with it. One that others didn't want to acknowledge, except my kids and a dear friend.

The process was not one I trusted or knew what I was doing. I just decided to start doing it one day. I wasn't in my way. There wasn't a right time. It just happened. It just unfolded. And I drove to my first three times literally shaking and trembling. I did the same on stage. And I just... kept going, even though everything was literally crashing in around me. Everything.

I'm proud of myself and this body that is mine. And all the shame and guilt I've had for existing in it and keeping agency of it and fighting for my autonomy was worth it. I still shy away from things, but I'm getting better at confrontation. I'm getting really good at saying no. My intellect is finally intellecting pretty consistently again. It's all going to be okay.

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ez-ra-zed · 9 months ago

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these ancient indigenous spirits kept telling me this random white bitch downstairs was gonna die. they kept saying "she gonn die" and it'd be kinda funny to something in my mind, and they'd go "no, she gonn die," cuz they find it mildly humrous at best not funny enough to laugh at. cuz killing these random ppl who were gonna die no matter what is what dead ppl do sometimes to steer the timeline in a different direction, when relatively, emphasis on the relatively, insignificant unless they're suffering and eventual death teaches other people an important lesson... she has sepsis and was on a breathing tube, they been saying for weeks "she gonn die" and "no, this bitch gone die"

that spell jar i made with some dead indigenous folk, asking them if we could protect them. and they be like "no, they're killing themselves anyway." so that skull shaped glass bottle i made a spell jar with, targeting two people in this house specifically which is why i made it red, with V8 and some other shit, asking if i could protect them somewhat they kept controlling my body and doing something through me, while slowly teaching me how to do it myself because its gatekept for a reason, so i can learn "im not gone do that again" when ppl accidentally die from magick sometimes but its statistically improbable right? and people might just die anyways if people didnt use demons or dead people (both) while learning about them to figure out if they're even real cuz what if they arent?

I told him I can't be physically touched sometimes multiple times, and he did it again, got angry with me and flipped out for my clearly set boundaries so I withdrew emotionally from whoever that random person is who actually means nothing to me right now, because I was explicit with not being focused sometimes when I have sexual trauma

I don't even like him. he's a fucking ogre, man, one of those slobs with blank states that can't process the words said to them, living in a delusional, embarrassing american daydream like the rest of those animalistic people who are manipulated by others, and that's how some people evolved for a long time - like thralls

& some of them need to be freed, and that involves a lot of hard lessons in the near future, throughout the next century

An estimated one billion excess deaths from climate change by 2100 is a significant amount of people. A hard lesson being taught to us by a higher intelligence that has been guiding the development of our species, teaching many to submit to a higher power - regardless - as I already do - while some "wrong" spiritual practices focus on, always submitting to learn but standing up to certain things that people worship and respect as God or godlike figures, when going through a process of individualization and self realization that many people go through, on their own, in different ways when authority figures aren't limiting them from growing into themselves, something I never had restricting me as I grew into myself

Like that untrained dog my mom dropped on my unmedicated ass, I let her grow into her personality and let her be wild while just, messing with her and having fun with her, until she'd get mad and start screeeaaaaming

She always has a different personality when someone knows her

Maybe it's cause of all of that, and her first drug was Diphenhydramine

She licked my underage at the time :( friends nostril when we snorted ketamine and she didn't tell me. she K Holed, most dogs don't accidentally get psychoactive doses of ketamine ever so lucky her for sniffing that ketamine and deciding she wanted to put that into her body for some reason, bitch was actively seeking things out I swear

Random pills on my floor I knew she would never eat like fish oil or vitamin D

I had to actively make sure no Kratom was on the floor, she always managed to find some and sniffs at the bag if it's nearby. she's a crack dog. my friend called her a crack dog

When I was underage :/ (sigh) I stole oxycodone pills from my friends parents stash, they had tons of surgeries and kept hiding those fucking pills bottles from them ... anyways, they'd be loose in my pockets cuz like ... literally retarded sometimes

that shit fell out, in my house, not once but twice both with the same person, Mathieu

we both freaked out, both times, when we see her tossing a little white pill around and playing with it while wagging her tail, BOTH TIMES enough for it to dissolve in her mouth

Again she would never seek out random vitamins and supplements. but Kratom? oxycodone? ketamine? crack dog

I would never let her do that, but the fact that she ignored other things suggests she knew, like damn

I would never

I would only give my dog nootropics sometimes and longevity treatments never like opioids

bitch was self medicating

All of them eventually, in different ways, hundreds to thousands of years into the future

When tons and tons of people start to develop OCD-like symptoms for some reason due to certain forms of education that will be deemed necessary, and those OCD quirks will be cute to a lot of people when it isn't pathologized and labeled a disorder, when it's more integrated and not dysfunctional - some people just end up with specific ways of doing things when they see the world a certain way

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fablesofkitkat · 3 years ago

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Hope you have a good day bestie 💕

me: ah, my moot is showering me attention. I SHALL REPLY WITH A POV.

pov: don't fall in love with Bakugou

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❎ Don’t fall in love with Bakugou because he is the toughest to be in a relationship with. But with him, the juice is completely worth the squeeze. He isn't one of the hopeless romantics, in fact even if he loves you he will struggle in clearly conveying how he feels. He puts up a tough front, hiding his emotions but he really does care deeply.

"Hey, migraine."

You jumped as you put your schoolbag onto your table, your face turning to your schoolmate, Bakugou who eyed you with a familiar frown on his face. His whole upper body was turned towards you, his chin propped up by his hand as he stared you down.

And as the sight slowly sunk in; your eyes widened as you felt mortified. Did you enter the wrong classroom? The blood rushed into your face immediately because you were too stunned to say anything else.

You were able to see how his lips slowly but surely were pulled into a grin. "You're red as hell, dumbass."

You felt yourself scowling. He was making fun of you. You were about to open your mouth when he places a paperbag on your desk gently.

"Was just dropping this off." The blond stood up, hands in his pockets as he slouched. So you didn't enter the wrong classroom, thank Kami.

Your eyes flickered to his, watching his expression. His narrow gaze intensified when you didn't reply right away.

"Thanks for giving me back my slippers, go away."

Calmly you sat down, putting your bag down on the floor between your feet. You were certain that your face had slowly lost its rosy color, returning to the usual shade you always had. If you were lucky Monoma would arrive a little earlier and Bakugou would be forced to leave you alone.

". . . the things you said, about talking to someone, mmworking on it."

---

❎ Don’t fall in love with Bakugou unless you’re willing to be as loyal as he will be. He won't just date for sport, he chooses quality people that he respects.

You and Monoma are assigned for class duty so you ended up wiping down the chalkboard with him while he continued on mopping the room.

"We were awesome today, weren't we?" Monoma blurted out of nowhere.

You lowered your arm and proceeded to the pat out the chalk dust from the eraser by the open window. "Guess we were."

During training, you were also paired with Monoma and not gonna lie, you and him made a great team. He stopped mopping, leaning back to the edge of a seat and propped his chin on his knuckles holding the top of the wooden handle. "My abilities. Your smarts. What do you say?"

You tilt your head at him, your action of dusting off the eraser stops. "Um?"

"Wanna go out?"

You did a double-take at Monoma. "Where?"

He chuckled. "With me. Wanna go out with me?"

---

"Oi, dumbass." Bakugou tried again, this time with the edge of annoyance.

You ignore him once more. He's learning how to catch you off guard now. Anyways, you keep silent, determined not to give in.

"Oi."

Something in between a terrible shriek and cry left your lips as your bag got yanked to the side. You could see how a few heads turned but the buzz of laughter and conversations still filled the air, easily smothering your outcry of surprise. The only real witness you had was the ink quirk user in near you. They shoot you a concerned look to which you shook your head, and replied with an embarrassed smile.

You looked at the gremlin face of your blond schoolmate. His narrow garnet eyes stared you down, ghosting over your expression as if he was seeing you for the first time. And he surely did that, aware of you but never really took notice of you before. You kinda wish he didn't because nowadays it feels like Bakugou could expose your feelings in a single glance.

"I told you you shouldn't wait for me."

The blood returned with full force to your face while your body tried to lean away as far as you could. The space between you and Bakugou wasn't enough in your opinion. It felt like he was crushing you with nothing but his presence. The shoe locker is suddenly like a cage, his form looming over you, hindering you from just walking away. It was ridiculous to be honest how easily he was able to freeze someone with nothing but his heavy gaze.

"I wasn't."

"Hah?" His mouth harshly curved into frown. You notice how he uses one arm to lean your shoe locker, crowding you. "I heard some extra asked you out."

"Where did you even get the gossip— you're in class A for heaven's sake!"

"Answer me."

Awkwardly you tried to avoid his piercing eyes, some part of you hoping it would be enough to get rid of him. But all that did was make Bakugou turn your head towards him with his hand. His face close enough to yours so that his breath ghosted over yout skin. This felt embarrassing enough to die. His lop-sided smirk would be the last thing you saw.

"You weren't exactly asking me a question."

"Don't wait for me."

"I'm not."

"You shouldn't turn extras down."

"You can't tell me what to do, you're not my boyfriend, remember?"

And as his fingers threaded their way into your hair, burying them. You will not look away this time. You're not gonna lose to him. You hear the clinks of metal and wood accompanied by the weight of something solid and a hand on top of your head.

You bring a hand up, a fingertips padded over him. The distinct warmth of the contact will remain to bedevil you all day. You feel the fabric, soft to the touch. It was a bento (lunch box) wrapped with silk. Damn, fancy as hell.

Bakugou made you lunch.

"Oh. . . " You breathed, your gaze falling to the bento which you cradled in your hands. "I have too much lunch now, stupid Bakugou."

---

❎ Don’t fall in love with Bakugou because to him, actions will always speak louder than words and while he struggle in telling you how he feels, he will always show you through gestures of doing little things for you.

"Hah?" There's his infamous gremlin face again. "I'm not walking you home. I'm taking a walk."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "That so happens to be the direction where I'm going? and you're walking at my pace by the way."

At that, he stomped his way faster, manspreading while slouching. With his posture, he's never gonna be a fashion model now, is he? You let out a hearty laugh as you catch up to him.

---

💭 Bakugou is honest. He can tell when someone is lying. You will never catch him in a lie because he is the type who would rather hurt you with the truth then tell you what you want to hear.

"When I do something, be it studying or training, I never do it in a half-ass way." He reaches a hand to tilt your chin up, so you can stop avoiding his red gaze. "I gotta do them with my all. Even if we get together, becoming a pro hero, I'm gonna do the same. Give it my all. But then, I'd half-ass our relationship."

---

❎ Don’t fall in love with Bakugou because while he has a tough front, he thinks carefully about everything. Because he struggles in clearly articulating things, he thinks deeply and don’t say much because he doesn’t know how. So when he does talk and try and open up to you: listen carefully.

You slap his fingers away while you bandage his arm.

"What the hell, dumbass?!"

"You're the dumbass. Why'd you go and fight with Midoriya?"

"I won."

"Good job."

"Heh."

"..."

"... you told me to talk to someone."

You look up sharply, trying to gauge the emotions on his face. You heard it from Mina. That after the fight, he is more amiable to Deku now even if it pains him to admit it.

"All Might was almost hurt by the boulders from training." He mumbles with his head down, hiding his expression from you. ". . . was my fault. Deku saved him." Bakugou lets out a mirthless chuckle. "Imagine, fucking Deku, saving All Might from my mess."

You finish up bandaging and patted his arm. Once. Twice. Thri—

"I don't need your pity."

"Mmnot." You grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his. Don't jerk away. Don't let go.

He lets his hand be. After a moment or two, you attempt to move your hand away since he wasn't reciprocating. But then he closes his fingers to stop you.

". . . this doesn't change my mind."

You rest your head on his shoulder. "I know. Pro heroes. License exams."

"Mhm."

"..."

"Good job." Softly, you say. This time you mean it.

You feel his head lean to rest on yours.

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❎ Don’t fall in love with Bakugou unless you are the type who can understand someone’s bark is worse than their bite. Someone who does mean well.

"Hey Class A, I heard the news!" Monoma leaned his elbows on the side of the shoe locker by the school's genkan (entrance).

Kaminari caught his gaze to which Monoma burst out his absurdly, irritating laugh. "Two of you! I heard the two of you failed the licensing exam!" Truthfully, Monoma looked constipated compared to what he was going for. (He was going for the looking-down-on-Class-A laugh or Class-A-is-beneath-us-Class-B laugh.)

"Monoma from Class B, you're as charming as ever!" Kaminari exclaimed in sarcasm. He sees you behind Monoma and gives you an enthusiastic hand wave to which you shrug, smiled at him back, shoot a look at Monoma then Denki, and then rolled your eyes in exasperation regarding Monoma's antics.

Kirishima seemed to misread that because he cups his chin in thought with a sharp toothed grin. "Wait, don't tell me you're the only one in your class to fail again?" Remembering the time in training camp when Monoma flunked and had to take remedial classes with some of Class A too.

That made Monoma hug his stomach as he burst out laughing. You tug his shirt. "Enough, Monoma. We're gonna late for the principal's announcement."

That did it and he turned around and started to walk away when Kirishima had to follow up, "Not gonna answer?"

You sighed. Now, everyone's riled up. Monoma turned back to Kirishima. "Every single one of us passed." Monoma waved his hand in a dramatic flair. His tone gloating, but proud. "The tables are turning, Class A."

---

"Dumbass!"

You turn to the shoji door by the entrance of the room and there, your gremlin of a schoolmate waits.

"Just because I was gone for three days doesn't mean you can just get used with me gone." He grumbles with a loud voice. "I'm waiting for your ass, now hurry up!"

You cover your face in embarrassment as your classmates in Class B turns to you. Monoma who caught your eye raised a brow as if to say, 'Really? I don't see the appeal.'

You pick up your bag and dragged your feet as slow as possible just to annoy Bakugou. He scowled but his hand circles your wrist and drags you to hurry the fuck up. You feel his fingers find their way to the spaces between yours.

Huh. You just found a way to trick Bakugou into holding hands with you.

---

And while he isn't easy to love and it will take work, he is the type who will never give up on you and never stop fighting for you and him to make it.

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AN: belated happy birthday to explosion boy.

Bestie, I been fed by you and I noticed you have a penchant for jealousy fics. Do we have something to talk about, hmm? but to answer this, I don't think in gf privileges Bakugou would hold it against you if you find someone to date. He'll mope around sure. Super duper jealous sure. But fair play, though. Wouldn't hold it against you. I guess it's like it-is-what-it-is. This pov is to highlight although reader and Bakugou isn't official yet, there are perks. And he's trying ya know? To make you want him like he wants you. I just hope most of the readers are patient enough for (princess) Bakugou. He's worth it. Also howyoudoing.

@coffinxnoodle hahaha my bad. I said December. Turns to April.

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devildomdisaster · 3 years ago

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I’d like to request a body switching scenario with [Satan, Asmo, Beelz, Solomon, Simeon] and an Gender Neutral MC with undisclosed chronic health issues. Like brittle bones that break if you step a little goofy, stress ulcers, sensitivity to light, joint pain, poor stamina, etc. I just want to see the boys go “You live like this?!”

Satan:

Satan has a habit of collecting rare magical objects. Somehow quite a few of these cause body-switching incidents.

The cursed object causes the two of you to lose consciousness for a few minutes. When he wakes up he is in immediate pain.

His first thought is that the spell must have caused this and you must be in pain too! If he, a demon, is in this much pain it must be excruciating for a human.

He rushes to you or tries to. But falls to his knees in shock as a shooting pain runs through him.

He blinks watering eyes and sees his body stirring on the floor and realizes you’ve switched bodies.

You sit up feeling better than you’ve felt in years. Wondering if this is ‘normal’ or if that cursed object gave you super healing.

It’s only when you hear your own voice calling your name that you realize you and Satan have switched bodies.

You can see the tears in his(your body's) eyes and know exactly what's happening. You’ve had chronic pain for years. And Satan is sitting in just the right way to send shooting pain up your spine.

“Lay down on your back,” you order him. He has just enough control to follow your order and lower your body down slowly.

You can see Satan’s relief on your face as the pain eases slightly. It takes a moment for the worst of the pain to subside and his breath to even out.

He’s staring at the ceiling when he speaks, voice still a little shaky, “You live like this?”

You hum out a yes.

“All- all the time?” he asks, horrified.

“Sometimes it's worse than others. If I move or sit in certain ways it gets real bad. But if I avoid those movements it’s bearable.”

Satan turns to you “This is what you call bearable?!”

You shrug, “That position is usually pretty safe. So yeah probably.”

He is careful to move your body a little as possible as he shifts to point at a spellbook. “That book-”

“Are you going to change us back?” you ask.

“I-” he hesitates. Clearly not wanting you to be in pain again.

“Look, Satan it’s not that I don’t enjoy being pain-free. But I’ve dealt with it for years now. I’ve learned how to function around it. I had to. You on the other hand are going to be laying on the floor for most of the day if you stay in my body.”

“I’m going to find a way to fix you.” He says firmly as you place the book in his hands.

“Promises, promise,” you sing, preparing yourself to experience the pain in your body again.

“I mean it. As soon as I can move again I am going to find a way to help you. Devildom magic has to be better than human medicine.”

Asmo:

Asmo bought you matching bracelets. “Look Mc, I bought us these bracelets! They are supposed to bring us closer together!”

Well, they did bring you closer together. Just not in the way Asmo intended.

When he clasped the bracelets on, you felt a shiver go down your spine and when you opened your eyes you felt...different. Better. There was no aching pain. For once the dazzling lights of Asmo’s room didn’t cause you to wince. That's when you realize you’ve switched bodies.

Asmo on the other hand immediately cringed and squeezed his eyes closed, clutching his(your) head.

Asmo groaned pitifully, teary eyes squinting at you “Mc, how do you do anything like this??”

He curls up beneath his covers, and you make your way around his room turning off all the lights and closing his curtains. Once the light is gone, Asmo peers out from beneath the covers, “Do you live like this all the time?”

“Mostly, yeah.”

“No wonder your room is so dark. I thought you were just being dramatic.”

You shrug at him, “The Devildom is better than the human realm. There’s no bright sunlight here.”

Once the spell wears off, Asmo keeps the bracelet on both as a reminder of how you live with this chronic illness and as the intended purpose of showing how close the two of you are.

He buys you super dark glasses to try and filter out some of the bright light that bothers you.

and asks Solomon to help him find any magical treatments that might help you.

Beel:

Beel and you switch bodies after eating some of Solomon’s cooking.

Neither of you wants to eat Solomon’s cooking, but you had the misfortune to be the only two people who couldn’t find an excuse to get out of it.

Beel doesn’t know how it happened, Solomon doesn’t know how it happened, you sure as hell don’t know how this happened. But here you are with a strange magic ‘cake’ in hand, looking at your body from Beel’s eyes.

Your first thought is how strong you feel in Beel’s body. Like you could do anything. The exhaustion and joint pain you normally deal with is gone.

Is this how normal people live? Although you suppose a demon doesn’t count as a normal human, so it’s not such a good comparison.

You watch as Beel catches himself on the counter as he adjusts to the symptoms of your illness.

He lowers your body to the ground. Sitting gingerly as the movement causes the joint pain to flare.

“Mc, is this how you feel every day?” He is so so concerned about you! How do you function if you feel like this all the time? “Why haven’t you told anyone about this?”

“It’s ok, Beel. I’ve figured out how to deal with it.”

“It is not ok. Mc, we could have helped you!”

It’s strange to be lectured by your own voice and body. But Beel does a good job of it. He insists that you have to tell him when your symptoms act up and convinces you to let him speak with Lucifer about trying some magical treatments.

The potion doesn’t wear off for several hours. You feel a tad bit guilty about enjoying this when Beel is so obviously suffering, but you can’t remember the last time you felt so good. So capable.

Once the spell wears off Beel insists on carrying you around so you aren't as fatigued and to avoid aggravating your joint pain.

Be prepared for trying a string of different potions and spells to treat your illness, under the watchful eyes of Beel and Lucifer.

Solomon:

After hearing about Lucifer and Satan’s body-switching incident Solomon went looking for another cursed book.

He’d heard some rumor about Satan’s book having a twin and was determined to find it.

And find it he did.

You accidentally touched the book at the same time as him and switched bodies.

Solomon is more intrigued than anything else. “Do you live like this all the time? If so, you do a remarkable job of hiding it.”

He is going to test the limits of your body’s capabilities. He wants to know what situations cause pain or discomfort so that you can’t pretend to be ok when you aren’t.

You’ll have to warn him if he is doing anything that might permanently harm your body.

Unlike some of the others, Solomon doesn’t immediately look for a way to switch back.

When the spell wears off Solomon has a near-complete understanding of your condition. He knows what causes pain, what doesn’t, and what situations you should absolutely avoid.

“Mc, you need to stop pretending you are ok when you’re not. I’ll be here to help you when you need it. And if that help happens to be stopping you from doing foolish things to save face then so be it.”

Solomon keeps a close eye on you from now on. He respects you enough to not tell anyone about your condition if you don’t want him to, but he will also come up with the strangest excuses to remove you from activities he knows will aggravate your condition.

If there is magic that can be used to help you Solomon will find it. Just be prepared to feel a little bit like a lab rat while he figures out the perfect spell or potion to help you.

Simeon:

Simeon wants to know what it feels like to be human. He thinks it would give him a greater understanding of humanity.

He mentions this to Solomon, who being the chaos loving wizard he is, makes a potion to allow Simeon to switch bodies with you.

The problem occurs when Solomon 'forgets’ to tell you both that he’s already put the potion in your tea.

Simeon is shocked. He finds himself in your body. Looking at himself through your eyes. And by god does your body hurt!

“Mc, I’m dreadfully sorry, but I think Solomon’s little joke may have gone wrong. I-everything hurts.”

You blink at Simeon...er Simeon in your body. Mind taking a moment to catch up with the sudden body switch. You feel great. Part of that might be due to being in an angel's body, but mostly it's due to the lack of pain.

“Oh, everything's fine on my end. So it must be my chronic pain. It’s worse today than others.”

“Wh-what do you do when it’s bad?”

“Usually I try to distract myself. Or try to take a nap and hope I wake up feeling better. But we’d made plans and I didn’t want to cancel so…”

“So you decided to deal with extra pain for my sake? Oh, Mc. You should have told me you live like this. I can help”

“There’s no point, Simeon. Not a single doctor I’ve been to has found anything wrong with me. I didn’t want anyone here to pity me.”

“I am an angel, Mc. I’m quite sure I can do a bit more than your human doctors.”

You help Simeon to his room where you spend the afternoon watching human world movies to help distract him.

Simeon sleeps fitfully next to you and as you drift off you wonder if that is how you always look when you let your guard down enough to show your pain.

When the potion wears off you are both asleep, curled up next to each other.

When you wake up you are back in your own body. Simeon is sitting next to you slipping a charmed bracelet onto your wrist. “This is from the Celestial realm. It should help keep your pain at a more manageable level until I can find a more permanent solution.”

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Nightingale - Part 7

Pairing: Jay Castillo x Female Reader

Word Count: 8,624

Rating: Not Safe For Work. This is happening. Finally. Smut. Sex. Jay’s tattoos. It’s all happening.

Summary: With no more reason to keep your interactions platonic, you and Jay take things to the bedroom ... and what happens there isn’t going to stay there.

He opens up about some parts of his past that you weren’t expecting to learn, and clues you in on a few of the decisions he’s made in the more recent past ... but most importantly, he shows you how much he wants you ... and you show him what it feels like to be truly appreciated.

Author’s note:

I have been wanting to give this to them since the minute I started writing this story. I’m SO HAPPY it’s finally happening. Thanks for being patient with me while I wrote 100k of Dieter and a bunch of Joel and even some Oberyn and Nico and Javi G. You guys are the best and I can’t thank you enough.

Catch up on the first five parts here: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

You’d seen the inside of Jay’s bedroom the first time you were in the loft, the man pushing the door open to show you a few pieces of artwork that hung on the walls, but you’d never stepped into it until that night. And you didn’t step into it so much as he dragged you there, his eyes never leaving your face. “Open or shut?” Speaking quietly but clearly, Jay gestured to the door with a slight tilt of his chin. “Don’t want to -”

“Open’s fine. No one’s going to come in, right?” You knew the answer already, but were trying to keep things light because the second you let yourself think too hard about what was going on, you were going to lose it. Not because you didn’t want to go to bed with him, but because you couldn’t believe that it was happening. As you stared at him, you widened your eyes in realization. Oh, shit. “Finally get to see your tattoos, don’t I?”

“You do.” He grinned, squeezing your hands before he let go of them, both arms hanging by his sides. “And I’m gonna be honest with you, I’m excited.” Excited? Wny? “You’ll figure it out as soon as you see ‘em.” He stepped closer again, the man’s chest rising and falling. “But.” He reached for you, his fingers trailing slowly up your arm to your elbow and then back down, fingers tangling with yours. “There’s no hurry.”

He was right. You had no time limit, no reason to rush to end the night early - no more reason to be respectful of the man’s marital status. The two of you didn’t have to worry about only seeing each other for a period of time that was considered appropriate - and at that realization, you grinned, squeezing Jay’s hand. “No, there isn’t… but that doesn’t mean that I’m any less curious, Jay.” You saw the dimple in his cheek when he gave you a return smile, Jay’s tongue swiping over his lower lip to wet it.

“Will you stay here tonight?” He was nervous to ask, you could hear it in his voice. “I know you didn’t plan on it, but -” “If you want me to.” The hand he wasn’t holding rose, palm pressed flat against his chest. “I’d like that a lot.” He seemed relieved at your words, the man nodding at you without breaking eye contact. “I’ll need something to sleep in, I don’t usually wear jeans to bed.” “Will you?” One eyebrow arched, Jay cleared his throat. “I usually sleep in just my underwear, and you’re more than welcome to do the same.” He paused. “Or even in less, if you want.” You hadn’t wanted to assume, but his words sent a jolt straight into the pit of your stomach, heat spreading from where it landed. You’d known that he wanted you - that he was attracted to you and that by leading you into his bedroom, it was going to lead to you baring your body to him in a way that even a few hours earlier, you hadn’t been sure was the probable. But he’s telling me I don’t need to get dressed again after, and that … that’s huge.

Jay hadn’t seemed like the type that would kick someone out of bed, but getting confirmation from him gave you more confidence, and you pulled your hand from his, bringing it to the center of his chest next to your other one. “Guess we’ll have to see how that goes, hmm?” Both of you were stalling, trying to prolong the moments before things really got underway, and you didn’t know why - except that you were nervous. “You make me nervous, Jay.” Murmuring the words, you broke eye contact. “Not used to -” “You’re nervous? I’m terrified.” He tried to laugh at the end of it, but the sound was choked. What? Why? “Didn’t think I’d ever be in this position again.” Jay leaned in, his lips moving over the skin of your temple. “Having to figure out someone’s body for the first time, trying to guess what they like.” Your fingers curled against his chest as he pressed his lips against the side of your face. “What they need.” He moved lower, breath warm on your cheek. “What you want.”

His tone was so low that you were stunned at the sound of it, barely concealing a quiet moan. I want you. That’s what I want. “Why don’t you tell me what you want, Jay?” Taking a long breath, you collected your thoughts. “Start there.”

“I want you to tell me what I should take off first.” He spoke into your ear, both hands resting half on your hips, half on your lower back. “What you want to see first.” He let you think, the man’s lips toying with the lobe of your ear. You wanted to see it all - wanted to take in every inch of him without looking away, letting him know that you were interested in all that he had to offer. But we have to start somewhere.

“Let’s save the elephant for later.” Turning your head slightly, you felt his teeth catch on your ear before it was free. “Start with your shirt.” You knew yourself well enough to know that the moment you got his pants off, you wouldn’t be able to stick to any sort of plan. Want him so much, and I can’t… I can’t risk going too fast. Jay nodded in agreement, and as he slotted his mouth over yours, he used both hands to push you away enough to put space between your bodies, the man’s hands moving from your waist at the same moment he dipped his tongue between your lips again.

He slid both palms up and over your forearms, the movement slow as you deepened the kiss, and when his fingers encircled your wrists and lowered your hands, it took you a few seconds to realize what he was doing. “Take it off.” He sighed, the bite of his teeth sharp but not unpleasant as he dragged them over your lower lip. “You wanna see, take it off.” Gathering the material between your fingers, you began to lift it, exposing the skin of his abdomen inch by inch. He let go when it was time, and you could feel that he was watching you, though your eyes were locked on his midsection and the golden skin exposed to you the more you lifted. “That’s good.” He was still speaking quietly, Jay’s arms lifting enough so that you could pull the shirt up and over his elbows before he lowered them.

You watched as the muscles in his chest and shoulders flexed, the neckline catching on his head for a brief moment before it came free, and then Jay was naked from the waist up, both hands hanging down by his sides as he waited. But there’s nothing… nothing on his chest or stomach, or … He was thin - you’d known that from seeing him previously, the man’s waist narrow, the muscles of his abdomen mostly taut, but he was solid, and that was especially true the higher up on his torso you looked. He seemed even broader without a shirt on, the tanned skin of his chest scattered with dark freckles and almost no hair to speak of, but it was his neck that you focused on, the sleek curves of muscle, the way that the dip at the center of his throat was pronounced, skin moving slightly with every swallow.

You couldn’t ignore it after a few seconds, lowering your head and kissing him there, the tip of your tongue flicking out briefly to sink into the space, skin hot against it. “I’m sorry, I …” But when you looked up at him, you knew that you had no reason to be sorry, that he’d been as surprised as you were that you’d done it - but that he didn’t mind. “Where are all these tattoos, Jay? You said -” “You’re looking at the wrong part of me.” Tilting his head to one side, Jay raised a brow. They’re there.” The wrong part? What does that even… You caught a glimpse then, black ink on his skin in the mirror across the room, and you saw him grin at the sight of your eyes widening. “There you go.” The two of you moved together toward the mirror, and before you could stop him, Jay turned away from you, exposing his entire back to your greedy eyes. “I told you, I -” “You got the tree first.” Speaking quietly, you stared at the ink - only black and gray and white, the branches twisting out as they spread over his shoulder blade and up, the outline of a moon visible between the branches. “Can I touch it, Jay? I don’t want -” “You can touch me anywhere you want to.” Meeting his eyes in the mirror, you were shocked with the tone he used - strained but sincere, both of the man’s hands shoved into his front pockets like he needed to keep them contained to keep them to himself. “I mean it.” With a fingertip, you traced the design, following the flow of it as you familiarized yourself with the artwork. But wait. Frowning, you leaned in, your thumb swiping over one of the sections of the tattoo. “It’s there. You’re not imagining it.” Glancing up, he nodded. “Look at my other shoulder.”

You hadn’t yet, but when you did, you immediately understood why Jay had been so excited for you to see his ink - and to do your tattoo in the first place. “It all makes sense now.” Shifting your position, you leaned closer, eyes moving over the inked lines and curves. “You drew this.” You were certain of it, and the more you stared, the more you believed it. “It’s gorgeous, Jay. You -”

“I did.” He shifted his shoulder slightly and you couldn’t hold in the slight gasp at the movement of his skin - and what it did to the tattoo. “Picked the placement too, but that -”

“There’s …” You touched him then, carefully running a fingertip over a portion of the tattoo. “There’s a scar underneath it. You’re covering a scar with …” “I am.” He didn’t say anything else, and you continued to look at his back, eyes moving along with the gentle swipe of your finger. The tree and both birds had been two separate tattoos - it was easy to tell, though the space between them wasn’t empty, instead filled with additional, smaller trees and tiny bird-like shapes in various places to tie it together. The dimensions were slightly off, but you knew that if you hadn’t been looking so closely, you wouldn’t have noticed. “The tree was first. When I was 16. You look really close and you can see the original design, but I got it fixed later.” You did what he said, eyes on the man’s back and the way that the tattoos themselves were done in layers - each one adding something new to the overall design. I see the original, but …

“Whoever did this did good work.” Your eyes moved back to the other side - to the birds - one of them perched on a forked branch, wings tightly tucked against the rounded body, the other one in the process of landing, both wings fanned out behind it. It was in those wings that the scar was hidden. And hidden well, despite the fact that when you touched his skin you could feel it - a thin, raised line that extended for a few inches, curving around the shape of the back of his shoulder. “Will you tell me about the birds, Jay? Tell me what they mean to you?”

You were still touching him, eyes on his skin and your fingers, but when you flicked them up to catch his attention once again, you saw that his were sparkling, amusement filling them. But are you making that face because of my reaction, or because we both have bird tattoos that obviously mean something to us? It didn’t matter what the answer was, because both options meant something, and so you waited to see what he’d say.

“Scar’s from a shoulder surgery.” He cleared his throat, laughing quietly. “Was on vacation with some friends one summer in Nevada, and we were fucking around on some ATVs. Got mine too close to the edge where there was a dropoff, and I went over.” Gasping at his story, your fingers froze. “Reached up to try to grab a branch so that the damn thing didn’t land on top of me at the bottom, and ended up fucking up my shoulder bad enough to need surgery.”

“Better than the alternative.” He agreed, and you realized that you’d transitioned from touching him with only your fingertips to rubbing slow circles over his skin with your palm, the other hand settled against his waist with your chin resting atop his shoulder so that you could keep your eyes on him via the mirror as he spoke.

“Anyway, we were down a ride, and so it meant that we wouldn’t all fit to get back to the cabins. So my buddy and I waited while our friends rode back to get help. I would have gone, but I couldn’t lift my arm, and my grip was fucked. He shrugged. “We waited there for them to come back an’ get us out of there. The whole time we were waiting, there were these birds hanging out by where we were, a ton of ‘em, and they just stuck around no matter what we did or how loud we were.”

“They look familiar.” You squeezed his shoulder and then stepped out from behind him, inching between Jay and the mirror and shaking your head. “But I’m not sure what -”

“Magpies. Stupid name, but after everything was done, I looked ‘em up.” This is where it gets interesting, I bet. “They mean a lot of different shit depending on what you believe, but …” Jay wet his lips. “Good fortune. Being resourceful and lucky. Meeting challenges. Being witty.” You cracked a smile at that and so did he. “So it seemed right. Wanted to cover the scar, so I thought - “ “I love that. It’s perfect. And the scar’s hidden in a wing. So it’s like your arm was your wing, and and the fact that you weren’t alone - and were able to grab the branch was the luck.” “Yep.” He closed the distance between you, kissing you again. “That’s the sentimental one, by the way. I love all my other tattoos, but they’re not as deep as that one, so…” He straightened up, winking at you.”Wanna see the other ones now?”

You did, but you didn’t think it was fair that he was the only one taking clothing off, and so you moved to unbutton your jeans, wigging your hips in order to push them down far enough to where you could get them over your thighs. He watched silently, the man’s chest rising and falling with each breath, and then you’d kicked them over to your left, you brought your gaze back up, unsure of what you wanted to say. “It’s only fair, Jay.”

He still didn’t speak, but he did reach for his own jeans, the man’s lips twitching as he fought to keep the smile off of his face. What is he… You hummed in appreciation when you saw the man’s underwear - boxer briefs in a dark gray that clung to his thighs, but the moment his jeans cleared the bottoms of them, you gasped. Holy fuck.

If you’d thought the ink on his back was impressively well done, it was nothing compared to what covered his leg - the top of the design emerging from beneath the fabric and running down the entire expanse of skin until it disappeared into the socks he still wore. “You’re playing dirty, Jay.” Tearing your eyes away from his leg, you shook your head. “A fucking sleeve? Your whole leg? It’s … it looks gorgeous, I -”

“You can take a closer look if you want.” He lifted his foot, using one hand to remove his sock, and then when it joined the other clothes on the floor, he reached for the leg of his underwear, pulling it up and bunching the material up as far as it would go. “Turn the lamp behind you on.” You did as he told you and then dropped to one knee in front of him, eyes scanning the surface of the man’s leg. “Remember when I told you I had a bunch of people tattoo me?” He cleared his throat. “This one’s a work in progress, still got a couple small spaces to fill in and finish, but…”

“Can… Can I touch you?” Tilting your head back, you gestured with one hand. “I know you said I could touch you anywhere, but this is…” You were already annoyed with the way people reached for your arm without asking; you couldn’t imagine having such a visible - and extensive - tattoo. “Shit, Jay.”

“You can.” He stepped slightly closer and lifted his foot to rest it on your knee, and as soon as it was firmly settled you reached for him with one hand, trailing the tips of your fingers over the man’s skin. “Wanted to keep it in line with what’s on my back - nature, being outside.” He hummed as you touched him, eyes scanning the design - and working from the bottom up. “So I came up with the theme, reached out to a couple other artists I knew… and I started.”

“How long have you been working on it?” You looked up, head shaking back and forth. “It has to have taken hours, this is -”

“I started it about five years ago.” He laughed quietly. “And it wasn’t hours. Try days.” Days. He has days worth of ink on one leg and I thought that a couple sessions for an arm tattoo was a lot. “Did the whole outline in one go. Twelve and a half hours of actual tattooing with four different artists, and -”

“Twelve and a half?” You gasped. “Jay, how? Was your leg the size of a -”

“Yeah.” He pointed to his knee. “And that bled like a sonofabitch, but it was the only way to make sure that everything fit and was included. I took breaks, but it was … a long day.” I don’t doubt that. “She did the compass and the ferns, if you were wondering.” Jay’s voice dropped and so did your eyes - finding the portion of the tattoo that he was referring to. His outer calf. Jay kept talking and you listened, eyes focused on the design as he explained the different parts to you and who’d done them.

It was a cohesive design, and even though it all went together, you could see some stylistic differences in the sections done by different people, though they weren’t different enough to distract you, or take away from the overall design. I could look at this for hours.

The sleeve was black and gray and nature-themed, starting out at his ankle with the forest floor - pebbles and sticks and dirt that transitioned into plants - the ferns he’d mentioned and tall, waving grasses, a complicated-looking compass tucked between the blades. Mid-calf, the trees began, branches and leaves arranged to show the lower levels of growth, a far-off rock formation with running water included to both take up space and force perspective on the inside of his leg.

Whoever’d done the section that included his knee had been smart about it - integrating the wrinkled skin into the beginnings of needled trees and their gnarled trunks, but it was the area on his outer thigh and up that truly impressed you - the forest opening up to reveal a vast mountain range, complete with more trees and clever shading to look like clouds in the night sky that stretched around his leg - and gave him the freedom to do less on the tender skin of the inside of his thigh without ignoring it completely. “It’s gorgeous, Jay.”

You knew that the longer you looked, the more details you’d see. Jay pointed out that there were tiny animals hidden in the branches, symbols and letters carved into the tree trunks, rocks arranged in a specific manner - and even actual constellations depicted in the stars. “But before it was all done? Before the shading?” He laughed again, bothbrows raised. “It was a mess. It didn’t really look like anything, until maybe the second or third session.”

“Do you have pictures?” You were genuinely curious, staring up at him as your fingers stroked over the inside of his knee. “I’d love to see the progress, if you want to show me.” He seemed surprised but nodded in agreement, telling you that he’d find them. Jay then licked his lips and used one hand to gesture to the other leg, your eyes following the movement.

“Elephant.” You laughed in response, closing your eyes and biting your lip to stifle the sound. It was small - no bigger than a quarter - and on the inside of his thigh, the black ink slightly dull compared to the design on his other leg. “Told you it -” You interrupted him when you leaned forward, pressing your lips against the tattoo for long moments. “Woah.” He waved slightly on his feet, and you felt a slight twinge of satisfaction, but then you backed off, settling back onto your calves and looking up at him.

You had an ideal vantage point from that view and drank in the sight of him, Jay’s hands loosely hanging at his sides, the material of his boxer briefs stretched tight over his lower body and showcasing the bulge in the front, a tiny wet spot visible. Hmm. He was turned on by your proximity, and the way you’d touched him - exploring the designs inked into his skin - had only added to that fact. “I like your tattoos, Jay.” Head cocked to one side, you nodded. “I wasn’t expecting these at all, but … I like them a lot.”

“Yeah?” He reached out with one hand, waiting until you took it and then removed his foot from your knee, balancing himself before pulling you to your feet. “Well I like yours.” Tugging you closer, you were stunned when he kissed you again, dropping your hand and winding his arm around your waist, the other one flat against the center of your back. You could feel him pressing against your thigh, and despite the way he’d pulled you against his body without warning, your hands found purchase on his hips, both thumbs hooking beneath the elastic of his waistband.

You’d figured that he would have made some comment about how you were at the perfect height on your knees, or that he would have been slower to pull you to your feet, but Jay was surprising you at every turn, the man’s hand slowly sneaking beneath the bottom hem of your shirt, his knuckles roaming over the skin there.

He kissed you like he was trying to consume you, the movement of his lips becoming more urgent as the seconds passed, and with little surprise, you found yourselves moving closer to the bed, Jay’s back to it and yours facing the windows. Breathless when you pulled away from him, you tried to decide what you wanted to happen next, but Jay made the choice for you, his hands moving slowly and deliberately to the hem of your shirt before lifting it. “This alright?”

Nodding to assure him it was, you helped him out, doing the same thing he’d done earlier and raising your arms. Only moments later, you were standing in front of him in a bra and underwear, Jay only in his boxer briefs, and each of you eyeing the other hungrily. “Do you have condoms, Jay?” You hated to be the one to ask, but it was a natural question - you figured that he and his wife hadn’t used them, and since he hadn’t had any reason to need them in the previous few months, not having them in the loft wouldn’t have shocked you.

“I…” Jay closed his eyes, tucking his chin against his chest and laughed, reaching up with one hand to swipe it over the top of his head. “Yeah, I do, but …” He said your name and then held up one hand in a placating gesture. “Ah, fuck, you’re going to laugh.” I am? He turned away from you and bent over, reaching into one of the drawers of his nightstand to pull out a cylindrical container which he handed to you. “Monte bought them for me as a joke. I didn’t have a real bachelor party or anything, but he and Holly threw me a little party at the shop before the wedding, and… these were one of the presents.”

It was a bright red tube, and as you turned it over in your hand to see what was written on it, you did laugh, eyes moving from what you held to Jay. “I didn’t even know they made these.” Bringing the tube up to eye level, you squinted. “So if you were going to get a tattoo on your -”

“First of all, I never would. That shit would be uncomfortable.” He snorted. “Second of all, no, I would not get flames or a tribal design tattooed on any part of my body, let alone my dick.” He took the container back, rolling his eyes. “The important thing is that yes, I do have condoms, and yes they are well within the expiration date.” Good.

“Hmm.” You closed the distance between the two of you again, and Jay’s hands immediately went to your sides, the man stroking the skin over your ribs while he waited for you to continue. “Well now that that’s taken care of, maybe we can get to the fun part.”

“You’re not having fun yet?” He pushed his lips out into a smirk, hands moving higher. “Because I am. Thought you could see that when -”

“Oh, I saw it.” Your hands were on his shoulders, thumbs moving over the lower part of his neck. “But you didn’t let me do anything about it.” He moved both hands to your back as you spoke, looking to unhook your bra. You watched the expression on his face change when he found no clasp and barely held back a giggle. “It’s in the front.” You paused. “Sorry. I should have said something.”

He didn’t move his hands, though, instead ducking his head down and mouthing at the skin at the edge of the soft cotton of your bra as he urged your body closer to him. Oh, this is … I didn’t expect this from him, I … You hadn’t known what to expect from Jay, to be honest - but it certainly hadn’t been such a level of intimacy the first time you were together. You weren’t about to complain, though, the feeling of his strong hands holding you combined with the damp trail he was leaving on your chest difficult for you to ignore.

When he nipped at your skin, you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, but that only spurred the man on, mouth moving more swiftly over the area. Jay alternated between the sides, never staying in one place for too long, but you actually cried out when he focused on the center of your chest - the man taking the connecting piece of plastic between his teeth and undoing it easily, the material separating when he let go. “I think you liked that.” He murmured the words as he pressed his lips to the skin he’d uncovered, and you made no move to correct him. I do like that. I do like this.

It seemed unfair that he was so focused on you when all you could touch of him was his back and shoulders, but before you could request a change in position, Jay’s tongue flicked over one nipple, and you forgot what you were going to say. Dropping your hands long enough to let the bra fall from your body and onto the floor, the only thing you could focus on was the heat of his mouth and the way he lapped at your skin, the man using one hand beneath your breast to lift it, giving him easier access. “Fuck, Jay.” You panted the words out as the short hair on his head dragged against your chin, but as he went to move from one breast to the other, you stopped him, pushing on his shoulder to get his attention. You saw the confusion in his eyes but it disappeared almost immediately when you ran your hands down his torso, following them with your eyes.

If he’d been partially hard before, he was fully engaged then, the wet spot on his underwear more prominent, the bulge more defined. “Why’d you stop me?” He was breathing hard, even as you began to ease the elastic down and toward his hips. ‘I was -”

“Gonna have to take these off sometime. So why not now?” You lowered your gaze, wanting to see each inch of exposed skin as they became visible, and when you finally freed him from the confines of the soft cotton, you weren’t disappointed. Resiting the urge to wrap your fingers around him, you instead settled your hands on his hips, tilting your head toward the bed. “Wanna see what you look like with a green tattoo on your -”

Jay rolled his eyes but he quickly spun both of you so that you were closer to the bed than he was, the man leaning in to kiss you again. “I’m never gonna hear the end of this, am I?”

“Probably not.” You laughed, biting on his lower lip, and Jay smiled against your mouth, his eyes squeezed shut. “Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes, Castillo.” Breaking out of his arms, you climbed into the bed, kneeling and reaching both hands out for the man, noticing that instead of moving right away, Jay just stared at you, brown eyes widening. What is he looking at? “Jay?”

Blinking at the same time he shook his head, Jay also got into the bed, the mattress dipping with his added weight. “I think …” He started, one large palm curved over your hip, the man’s thumb slipping beneath the lacy strip of material there. “I think I’m going to enjoy figuring out what you like.” He leaned into your touch, your fingers running through the short hair at the back of his head. “And I kinda hope it takes a while to get there.” I do, too.

You knew that he was still reeling from his split with Kat, and that it probably wasn’t a good idea for Jay to be thinking of anything else long-term, but you couldn’t help the way your breath caught at the idea that he wanted something lasting between you, or that he was looking forward to more than one night of physical intimacy. Because I like him. “I hope it does too.”

He was touching your other leg, too, but that hand was securely on your thigh, the pressure of his fingers grounding. “Do you want me to take off my -”

“Nope.” Jay grinned at you, head shaking back and forth. “No, not yet.” He moved his knees and you glanced down, wetting your lips as you got another glimpse of him. I want to touch him. I need to touch him. The hand not on his head was hanging by your side, and so you moved it, the pads of your fingers dragging over his lower body and then down. The hair beneath them was coarse, longer and curling the closer you got to the base of him, and Jay made no move to stop you before your fingers wrapped around him, squeezing. He did react, though, groaning at the pressure, and after a beat, he moved his hand, too, fingers staying beneath the material of your underwear.

But his thumb was on the outside of it, and as soon as he could reach, you felt pressure between your legs, the press of the lace against your heated skin a welcome distraction. “Oh, alright.” You squeezed tighter, beginning to move your hand up and down, and Jay’s thumb started to arc lower, the spread of your knees widening to accommodate him.

You didn’t know who moved first, closing the distance between yourselves to kiss again, but it didn’t matter. The moment your lips made contact, the pace intensified, Jay’s fingers and pulling the material pressed against his palm toward your center as his finger pushed into you - lace going with it. You responded in kind, the speed of your fisted hand increasing and your strokes lengthening, moving from base to tip over and over. “Fuck, Jay.” You groaned when you separated to take a breath, your hand stilling even as his continued to move, his knuckles pressed into your skin. “You’ve gotta touch me, though. The lace is a …” Biting back a moan, you closed your eyes. “It’s a tease. Please just -”

“Alright.” He breathed out the word, nodding. “I can do that.” In one swift movement, Jay withdrew his hand and then pushed the material to the side, slipping two fingers - side by side - against the damp skin beneath them. “Fuck thats beauitful.” He kissed you again, the digits slipping through you with no resistance as he moved them along the seam. He jerked in your hand and your gaze moved down and between your bodies, watching as a large, pearly bead formed at his tip. Releasing your hold on him, you rubbed your thumb over it, earning a retaliatory hiss of pleasure from the man, but what really got to him was you bringing your hand back up, sucking the tip of your thumb between your lips to taste him.

It was brief but that didn’t matter, Jay’s fingers plunging inside of you before you’d pulled it free, the man’s mouth descending to your shoulder as he littered it with open-mouthed kisses. You clung to him, desperately trying to get your hand back between your bodies, but he didn’t let you, releasing your hip and letting that hand drop to twine his fingers with yours.

His fingers were thick, and two of them was a tight fit, but it felt good, the way that he stroked in and out of you making your knees wobble. “Let me know when you’re ready.” He murmured the words against your throat, teeth grazing the skin, and you tugged on his hair, trying to pull his attention and raise his head. He stared at you, cheeks flushed and his lower lip trembling as he tried to catch his breath, but the motion of his hand didn’t stop - just slowed to an almost torturous pace.

“I’m ready, Jay.” You were trying to catch your breath, too, but you were certain. “Otherwise my knees are gonna give out and I’m going to fall over.” He smirked at that, withdrawing his fingers from your body and releasing your hand. At the loss of them, you felt emptiness, along with a liquid heat that trailed slowly down one leg, the result of his actions. “You gonna taste me, too?” It slipped out before you could stop yourself, and both of his brows jumped in surprise, the man’s lips splitting into a wide grin. “No pressure, but -”

“Hadn’t planned on it.” Jay tilted his head, a devious look entering his eyes. “But now that you mention it…” He lifted his hand, studying his glistening fingers, and then before you could speak, he extended his tongue and licked them, base to tip. Jesus fucking Christ. The man moaned at the taste of you, tongue circling over the tips of his fingers before he parted his lips more and pushed them into his mouth, eyes closed. “Fuck you taste good.”

He moved without warning, the man pushing on your body and urging you onto your back before you had a chance to reply, and then his tongue was in your mouth, lips smashed against yours in a desperate kiss. As it continued, you realized with some shock that Jay’s behaviors made sense with the progression of his life over the previous few months. He wants to feel wanted.

Sighing at the discovery, you softened your hold on him - grip loosening so that you were caressing his skin instead of clutching it, carefully straightening your legs so that he could rock his hips against yours from a less severe angle. You did want him, and you hoped that he knew it from the way you were kissing him and touching him, the way that your body was responding to his. He has to feel it. “Jay, please.” Gasping for air, you moved a hand to his chest, putting some space between you. “Want you now.”

Something that you couldn’t identify flashed in his eyes, but Jay nodded once, rising back onto his knees and then leaning over you, reaching for the container of condoms. While he was busy, you quickly removed your underwear, using one hand to let it drop to the floor next to the bed. “Do you have a color preference?” Popping the lid, he tilted the opening toward himself. “Red, blue or purple?”

Giving yourself a moment to think, you slowly lifted your hand again and wrapped your fingers around him. “Blue.” You whispered the word as you stroked along his length, your eyes on Jay’s face. He sucked in a breath at your touch, swearing and closing his eyes and you were thrilled with the reaction, twisting your wrist as you waited to see what he’d do.

“Good. You hold that for me, alright?” He gestured to himself with one hand, the other reaching out to set the container down on the bedside table and then Jay tore the condom open, the packet falling from his hand and onto the bed. “Hold it real…” He hissed again when you squeezed but Jay didn’t swat your hand away, instead settling one of his over yours and then using the other to unroll the latex. You watched him do it, and couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from you when you saw the design printed on it - tacky and tribal, the blue almost neon against the hue of the man’s skin. “That’s not gonna help here.”

He attempted to sound grumpy, but even Jay had to grin as he looked down, your hands still stacked and wrapped around him. “I’m not laughing at you, Jay. I’m laughing at the -

“You won’t be laughing at anything in a few seconds,” he continued, the man interrupting you as he inched backwards, fingers around your wrist to pull your hand away from him. “And that’s a promise.” You had no reply to that, and when he’d stopped moving, the man settled between your legs - still on his knees - he spoke again. “Tell me if you need me to stop, alright? If you -”

“I will.” I don’t need you to stop, I need you to start. You were trembling in anticipation, your entire body on edge while he slowly stroked himself, the man’s eyes on your body. “Please, Jay.”

That was all he needed, the man moving swiftly to reposition himself and one of your legs, hitching it up and over his tattooed hip. He leaned forward, still holding himself in his other hand, and when you felt him press up against you, your hips moved forward, seeking more before he’d even offered it - and then he was inside of you, sinking deep on a single thrust. You cried out, a mixture of his name and a wail of pleasure, but Jay stilled, giving both of you a chance to adjust.

He was thicker than his fingers had been, and when he moved for the first time, you realized that the condom itself was ribbed, the ridges pleasantly dragging inside of you with each thrust of his hips. “Come here. Keep moving and -” You grabbed at him, urging him forward, and instead of using his hands or elbows to prop himself up, Jay slid both of them beneath your shoulders, pulling you off of the mattress and closer to him, supporting his body that way without breaking stride in his movements.

He was balancing on his knees, and it only took a minute or so for you to wrap your other leg around his waist, too, one hand scratching its way down his back and the fingers of the other twisted in his hair. You were panting into his shoulder and the side of his neck, eyes squeezed shut as you rocked your hips upward to meet his, but Jay’s lips were pressed against the base of your throat, muffled groans reaching your ears every few seconds.

There was nothing soft about the way he fucked you, but at the same time, it was tender - the man not using your body but involving it, the snap of his hips accommodating you and changing pace with the breaths you took and released.

When he finally did slow his pace, withdrawing almost all the way before leisurely sliding back in, he raised his head, looking down ant into your eyes. “You feel fucking incredible, do you know that?”

Instead of answering, you urged him back toward your mouth, tracing over the seam of his lips with the tip of your tongue before you kissed him gently. “You do, too, Jay.” It was the truth - and you wanted to thank him for the way he was moving, but you refrained, instead, kissing him again and then tightening your legs around him, calves pressing into his thighs. “Keep going. Harder.”

There was no need to tell him twice, and Jay resumed his initial pace, though you felt as he moved one leg back, stretching it out to change his angle again. He was able to sink in deeper, then, hitting a spot inside of you that made you yelp as you dug your fingers into his back, fighting the urge to turn your head and bury your face in the blankets. “Let me hear you.” He growled the words into your ear, Jay’s teeth grazing the shell of it. “Don’t you dare try to stay quiet.”

You didn’t. The yelps turned into quiet - and some not so quiet - moans and gasps, your hips rotating as you sought out the extra friction that you needed. And Jay noticed - slowing his movement to give you a chance to unwind your legs and find purchase for your feet on the sheets. It was enough, the new angle causing the curls at his base - soaked, thanks to you - to drag over your sensitive skin over and over until you felt yourself losing control, your body’s muscles coiling tighter as your brain fought to keep up,

His name left your lips in an almost embarrassingly loud wail as you came, toes curling into the comforter at the same time your hips lifted up, both hands wrapped around his shoulders from behind as you held him close.

You wanted him closer - wanted him to feel the pounding of your heart and the ragged breaths you were taking along with the clenching of your muscles around him, wanted him to know that you were overheated; the sweat gathering on your brow and across the top of your chest indications of how hard your body was working - and how absolutely turned on by him you were.

But most of all, you wanted him to come inside of you, to feel that telltale release and the tightening of his muscles as his motion finally faltered. And so you kept moving with him, letting him fuck you through the aftermath of your orgasm, humming at the way it felt to have him slipping through you with each cant of his hips, almost no resistance from your body because you were absolutely boneless.

Jay kissed you again then, his lips barely making contact before he was whispering in your ear. “I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last. I -”

“You don’t need to.” You swallowed hard, fighting to get the words out. “You don’t need to, Jay.” For a split second, you wondered what he was used to when it came to sex - if Kat had expected him to last a certain amount of time, or do things a specific way - and then you pushed the thought out of your head, deciding that it didn’t matter. Because he’s not with her anymore. He doesn’t have to worry about that.

Jay picked up the pace, lowering his head so that he was once again mouthing at your shoulder, but after a few hard, deep thrusts, his lips latched onto the ridge of your collarbone and stayed there. You rocked against him, mumbling praise into his ear, and at the sound of your quiet voice Jay’s breaths quickened, too, and you felt his teeth on your skin - not hard but there.

You reacted immediately, stroking over his back and trailing your knuckles down his spine. He released your shoulder and then groaned, and you felt his abdominal muscles tighten, his hips retreating back before he thrust into you again - finally stilling momentarily. “Fuck.”

But he picked up immediately where he left off, long thrusts replaced with shorter ones, and you knew he was coming when he bit down again on your skin, the man’s nose pressed into the side of your neck as a sharp pain bloomed from where his teeth were. The motion of his hips stuttered and then slowed almost to a stop, the pressure of Jay’s bite lessening until he finally let go, lifting his head enough to press his lips to the line of your jaw as some of his weight settled against you. “You alright?” Still somewhat breathless, you brought your hand up and stroked the back of his neck - the man’s skin hot to the touch.

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t mean to…” Backing off, his eyes moved down, studying your body. “There are tooth marks in your shoulder, I’m sorry.” What? “Shit, I don’t… that isn’t…” He frowned, only meeting your eyes when you said his name again.

“I. Don’t. Care.” You cupped the man’s jaw in both hands, smiling. “Don’t apologize. That was …” You didn’t know how to tell him that no man you’d ever been with had ever reacted so strongly to an orgasm that he’d bitten you hard enough to leave a mark. And I think hickeys are tacky as hell, but this is … different. “It’ll disappear. I bet it’s gone by morning.” He furrowed his brow but nodded slowly, and then the smirk returned to his face as he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the place on your body where his teeth had previously been.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He spoke quietly, still kissing his way across your skin. “And then we can go and throw dinner in the microwave, since we didn’t get to -” “Oh, shit, I forgot there’s food.” You shifted beneath him, pushing your shoulders back to stretch them out. “That sounds amazing.” Jay moved, too, reaching between your bodies and easing out of you, one hand keeping the condom in place. You hissed at the sensation, closing your eyes briefly, but when you opened them again, Jay was already sitting on the edge of the bed, hands busy tying the end of the rubber off.

You took a few moments to watch the way his shoulders and back muscles flexed as he moved, a soft smile gracing your lips. That was something else. “If you don’t want to put your clothes back on, there are a bunch of t-shirts hanging in my closet. Some of ‘em should be big enough that you won’t have to put pants back on, either.” He glanced over at you, one side of his mouth lifted in a smile. “I have a bunch of the promo shirts from when the shop opened in there, too, and there are a ton of different sizes.”

He stood, heading for the bathroom, and when the door closed behind him, you stretched out and then rolled out of the bed, standing. It only took you a minute or so to choose one of the shirts - an Inkwell one a few sizes too large that would fall over your thighs - and then you stepped in front of the mirror, glancing at your reflection.

There was a mark on your collar from him - the imprint of his teeth was still visible, though it wasn’t as bad as he’d made it seem. Yeah, that’ll be gone tomorrow. Reaching up, you ran your fingers over it, biting down on your lower lip before turning away and heading back into the hall after bending down to scoop up your underwear.

He met you as you exited the second bathroom, Jay wearing his underwear and a t-shirt, too, and before you could speak he’d reached out, wrapping his arms around you and backing you against the hallway wall, forehead pressed to yours. “Thank you for being patient with me.” He kissed you, gratitude apparent in the press of his lips to yours. “And for dealing with my bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit.” You kissed him back, hands steady at his waist. “But you’re welcome.” You cleared your throat and said his name, wanting him to hear the resolve in your next words. “I’m glad we did this the right way. I would have felt like a real piece of shit otherwise.”

“You and me both.” He released you from his hold, but then reached down and took your hand, fingers closing tightly around yours. “Wanna eat on the couch? We can watch TV.” He paused, and as the two of you entered the kitchen, he spoke again. “It’s Saturday night, there’s got to be something on.”

It felt normal with him, comfortable and easy in a way that you hadn’t anticipated. Even though you’d warned yourself not to do it, you found that you were thinking ahead - not only to the following morning, but the coming days and weeks as well, and what spending more time with him could be like. “Sure.” You took a deep breath, opening the refrigerator door as he closed the microwave, one long finger jabbing at the buttons. “As long as you’re not gonna kick me out after we eat or anything.”

“I’m not.” Jay turned to face you, arms crossed over his chest. “Thought maybe we could go out for breakfast tomorrow before you leave. There are a bunch of restaurants around here that aren’t The Ramp.” Your eyes widened at the suggestion, and even though you would have been fine with going back to the same place, you knew that he was suggesting somewhere else because of the fact that he’d gone there previously with Kat.

“Like a date, Jay?” You spoke without thinking, but the question was legitimate.

“Yes.” He removed his food from the microwave, replacing it with yours and then turning to face you again, the same grin on his face. “Kind of backwards to take you out for the first time after I had my way with you, but yeah. A date.” It was impossible to keep from smiling back at him, and so you didn’t even try, closing the distance between you to stand next to him.

“I like the sound of that.”

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Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

Brothers+ undateables reaction

Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

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Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

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nightmaresofthedark · 3 years ago

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The Centre: Part 1

You live in a society made entirely of dominants and submissives. Every 16 year old takes a test that determines which of the roles you fall into, and don’t find out the results until your 21st birthday. You’re a submissive, and you find yourself becoming the property of Kara Danvers and Lena Luthor. Will you manage to escape, or will you become a mindless whore, bending to the will of the dominants? The sound of chains scraping against the concrete floor fill the hallway with an almost unbearable amount of noise. Doors either side of you, normally emitting the desperate cries and pleads of the people locked away behind them fall silent, the knowledge of what the sound of chains coming down the usually deserted hallway means, making them go quiet in respect.

Or perhaps in mourning.

Fear rattles through your body as you advance slowly down the corridor, your steps limited to shuffles by the rusty cuffs attached to each of your ankles. Your hands are clasped tightly together in front of you as coarse rope rubs into your wrists, tying them together.

You feel vulnerable. Exposed. Terrified. Like you’re walking to your certain death, or even, a fate worse than death. Every step you take makes dread build up inside of you; makes your heart beat faster inside of your chest; makes your hands shake and sweat pool on your palms. You have no escape, no way out; the guards either side of you are too big, too strong and you’re just too weak and battered to even contemplate putting up a fight. And so, you shuffle along hesitantly, knowing that every small step you take now is leading you directly to your new life.

To a life you have been dreading since the day you had arrived at the Centre.

To a life as someone’s submissive, as someone’s sex slave or domestic submissive. To a life having all freedom and free will stripped from you for the pleasure of someone else, for a dominant who, from the minute you become their property, can and will run your life however they see fit.

Submissives have no power in this world, no right to free will, no rights at all. Dominants have all the power over submissives, and whatever they want to do with that power, they can do, with little to no consequences.

When you turned 16, you took a test to determine which role in society you were to take. You didn’t find out the results until you were ripped from your bed the day you turned 21, thrown into a van and marched through the doors of the Centre to begin your training as a submissive; training that was to continue until a dominant became interested in you and ultimately bought you, taking you home to become their property.

The Centre is a training institution for new submissives with buildings all over the country. Every submissive is taken to this building to undertake training, such as: how to address dominants, how to act in public and in private, how to be a good submissive, and how to hold positions for hours on end. No submissive is allowed to be bought until they have completed 6 months of training, to make sure the submissive has had sufficient training to please the dominant they’re bought by.

Dominants had it easy compared to submissives: they had a weeks training in their own home by an experienced dominant teaching them how to safely care for a submissive, and after that, they were free to fuck and train and ‘care’ for a submissive however they pleased. They had power, rights, free will, freedom, and no consequences for stepping out of line.

Submissives, on the other hand, are completely at the mercy of the dominants. If a submissive is unclaimed, any dominant who chooses to can do whatever they want with that submissive, but when a submissive is claimed, only the dominant they belong to can touch and speak to the submissive.

It is never a rare sight to see a naked submissive being punished publicly for misdemeanours and being unruly; to see a smiling submissive purposefully breaking an unimportant rule their dominant set out for them just to be thrown over their knee and spanked; to see a scared, shivering submissive crying out in agony as a cane is smacked against their naked bottom while they’re being throat fucked by some of their owners friends.

There are a huge difference in the ways people take being a submissive; some enjoy it, and really embrace their role in society, which is why you will see smiling collared men and women taking their punishments or rewards gladly; others hate being a submissive, hate having their free will taken from them no matter how well their dominants treat them.

You fall under the latter category, desperate not to become the property of the dominant who has bought you, which has led to your slow, lonely walk down the hallway.

A large iron door approaches, and the sound of keys rattling from within the pockets of the guard to the right of you makes you freeze. Every muscle in your body tenses, and every thought in your mind is screaming at you to run, to escape, to fight and live your own life away from this society and it’s backwards roles.

But, the moment you freeze up and stop shuffling, both of the guards grab your arms and drag you to the door, not hesitating for even a moment before they’ve got it open and they’re pushing you into the next room, where all your nightmares that wake you up at night become a reality.

Two women stand next to the man who oversees this Centre. The blonde woman stands tall and strong, her toned muscles filling the button-up shirt she wears as she stands with her arms crossed. She looks strong, hard, but her blue eyes betray a hidden softness, perhaps one you will come across if she ever shows you mercy. In contrast, the raven haired woman next to her stands with her hands clasped in front of her, her emerald eyes hard and stern, depicting a strict and precise demeanour.

The three people stand in silence as you’re dragged over to them and pushed onto your knees roughly. A guard grabs your hair in his fist and uses it to pull your head down harshly so you avoid eye contact with the dominants above you; one of the most important rules you learn when you first arrive at the Centre: never look a dominant in the eye unless given explicit permission, always keep your eyes and head down in submission.

Your knees begin to ache as the cold of the hard floor seeps into your bones and makes you shiver. Your naked arms and legs erupt into goosebumps, and your teeth begin to chatter as you feel the stares of the dominants above you on your skin, their eyes working their way across every inch of your body.

You can hear the trainer talking, but his voice is muffled and unclear in your ears as you stare at the floor desperately trying to avoid looking at the tall heels in front of you. Thoughts of escape and what it would feel like to have your free will back run through your mind. Images of living in your own house with the ability to walk outside without a collar or being naked; of going to the grocery store and buying whatever food and drink you wanted; of having friends that you could drink and party with; of having a girlfriend and maybe even a wife who doesn’t take complete control of your life fill your mind, making you wish for a simpler time, a simpler life with freedom and no rules.

You find yourself getting lost in the images of your dream life, of your imaginary wife and kids, of your freedom and ability to do what you wanted, not what someone else wanted. You wish you were strong enough to fight, to struggle, to try everything to escape; but you know it would be futile, and only end in agony and humiliation for you. And so, you just let yourself get lost in the images of another life, letting your muscles relax and your head drop further as the trainer drones on about your training and how well you had performed in tests, no doubt telling the two dominants that you were untouched, which will only drive your price higher. Virgins always get sold for a higher price, especially if they’ve done well in training, which, out of fear of punishment, you have done.

You were almost the definition of a perfect submissive; apart from the fact that if you ever get the opportunity, you will be running as fast and as far from this life as you can.

A hand gripping your chin and tilting your head up startles you from your thoughts. A gentle thumb caresses your cheek, but the emerald eyes staring down at you are hard and stern, a big contrast to the soft movement of her thumb.

“Hello darling,” the woman purrs, her voice calming even to you, “I’m Lena, and this is my wife Kara.”

You risk a glance at the blonde, but quickly return your gaze to the floor as you nearly make eye contact.

Lena continues, and says the one sentence you have been dreading ever since you were dragged through the doors of the Centre:

“We’re your new dominants.”

#kara danvers #kara danvers x reader #top kara danvers #lena luthor #lena luthor x reader #top lena luthor #supergirl #supercorp #supercorp x reader

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years ago

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Love is not enough

– Jaehyun x female!reader – High school au, SMUT, FLUFF, angst? – 3,984k (this is a drabble for me, don’t expect) – Older Jaehyun by a year, Alcohol consumption, truth or dare, heavy cheating, protected sex, slight nipple play, jaehyun likes tits wbk, fingering, break up, virginity loss, hope I didn’t miss anything.

The blaring music from your brother’s birthday party disturbed you from your nap… but in a good way because you have a lot of readings to do and you’re planning to pull an all nighter.

“Y/n it’s me, are you awake?”

And up you go to your door but you didn’t open it yet, “Yes. I’m awake but I’m studying” you said, teasing the man from the other side of the door. “Go back to the party, Jae. You’re drunk” you tease further.

“I’ve been drinking soda the moment I arrived- Will you please open the door, I miss you” he sounded sincere, and honestly you wanted to know if he’s telling the truth about the soda. So you opened your door slowly… and see the handsome man leaning on your door frame. Smiling so sweetly and happy to see you in your… shirt and panties only.

“Can I come in?” he asks nicely and you opened your door widely to welcome him. It was dark and only your lampshade was on. He saw your books on your bed, thinking maybe he really did disturb you.

“Now what do you want?” you sat on the edge of your bed, him too. He looked so handsome in his simple clothes as always. He giggled and put his hand on top of your knee, slowly making its way up to your waist to pull you closer to him. You still can’t believe you scored someone so handsome and gentle like Jaehyun.

“I want you. As always.” he said before he proceeds to kiss your neck, making you moan using his lips and showing you how much he misses you by the way he kisses you. Tasting a hint of coke from his lips, now you know that he was telling the truth about the soda.

“You know we can’t. My brother is downstairs, not to mention it's his birthday” you moaned when you feel him open your legs, pushed you down the mattress and stayed in between your legs while kissing you.

“Liking someone older than you is not a bad thing Y/n, and your brother knows that” he said and lifted your shirt to expose your boobs to him. Sucking your left nipple immediately while kneading the other. Jaehyun’s touch always makes you crazy and lose control, it’s very luring and the next thing you know you’re asking for more. So you reached for his hand, sucked two of his fingers, and from there he knew what to do.

Pulling your panties to the side and teasing your wet slit with his thumb before he inserts the two fingers that you sucked. Jaehyun reached deep, curling his fingers and pulling them in and out to make you crazy even more. Gradually, he finger fucked you faster, building the momentum but to be honest he just doesn’t want to end it so soon already. But too late, because you’re closing your legs and reaching for his hand for him to stop.

While you were shivering and your legs are shaking, he pulled out slowly and made you decent again. He really wanted to fuck tonight but he respects your decision. If you’re not ready then he can’t force you.

“You know it’s been six months since we started seeing each other… secretly. Why can’t we make it official- you know I love you.” He whined and used your tummy as a pillow. Feeling the vibration of your body whenever you talk.

Was it really six months already now? Did he really ruined your innocence six months ago and since then, he always came back for more even though you always refuse to fuck?

“Do you still remember the first time I touched you?” he asks.

“Of course how could I forget?” you smiled and raked his soft hair away from his face and traced his handsome features with your fingers. It all started because of a stupid dare. A stupid dare that changed your lives.

He may be older by a year and you may be his best friend’s sister, but that didn’t stop him from liking and loving you. Sure he had a fuccboi reputation, but he proved to you that he can be serious when it comes to love.

Six months ago

It was dark in the closet room and the time is running. Jaehyun was really drunk and you weren’t. That’s why you said yes to the dare. A chance to be in a closet with the hottest, most handsome man in school? Who would say no to that?

“Well you look innocent, are you scared?” even though he’s drunk he can still be a real gentleman.

“A virgin but not scared, just kiss me and get it over with” you whispered to him, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer.

“Time is running. Let’s do something new, something more exciting than kissing and, make this memorable for the both of us, shall we? Just follow my lead” he says and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

Before the kiss heated in no time and you feel Jaehyun’s cold hands going inside your shirt and knead your clothed boobs. Lifting your shirt slightly so he can see your boobs and pull your bra cups down, kissing your neck all the way down until he reaches your sensitive parts.

“Fuck” you moaned but Jaehyun didn’t stop kissing your boobs.

“Were not on the best part yet,” he said, smiling through the kisses while kneading your boobs and making you dizzy because of his touch. And just like that he put your right nipple in his mouth and sucked it. Licking it from time to time, squeezing it, and biting it slightly.

Then the timer went off and that completely ruined the moment. “Okay times up-“

“Don’t fucking open the door!” Jaehyun yelled so loud that everyone from the other side went silent. “Sorry about that, you just looked so ruined. Here let me help you,” he put your bra cups back and pulled down your shirt. Patting your head and helping you fix your hair. “There, you look innocent again” he smiled and kissed you one last time.

After that night, Jaehyun always looked forward to seeing you and has been asking you around. But being his best friend’s sister just put him in a more complicated position.

One Friday night, your brother threw another wild party again and Jaehyun searched and searched everywhere for you, even asked you around but you’re nowhere to be found. “Try upstairs and don’t fuck her” your brother said and Jaehyun was smiling from ear to ear the moment your brother let him see you.

With a beer in his left hand and a soda on his right, he made his way in front of your room and bravely knocked. “Second floor is off limits! Have sex in my brother’s room” you said shouted and continue typing for your paper.

“I- uhm. But I don’t want to have sex in your brother’s room,” Jaehyun said awkwardly. He could have said ‘it’s Jaehyun and I’m here to see you’ but he didn’t because he was nervous. Then he knocked again. A little longer this time and now he’s really getting on your nerves.

“What the fuck do you want?”

But to your surprise it was Jaehyun. Smiling awkwardly and shyly. Where did the proud and mighty Jaehyun go?

“I brought you a soda,” but he handed you the beer. “Oops. Sorry. I was nervous,” and he’s telling the truth because he can’t look you in the eye and you can see his hands shaking.

“You’re not here for sex?” you blurted out.

“No. I’m here for you,” he answered without hesitation and with all honesty.

That night, you and Jaehyun talked comfortably in your bed until no one noticed that your bodies were incredibly close and you’re keeping each other warm. You don’t remember who initiated the kiss but you make out and touched each other before he leaves you. Leaving with a promise that he will come back tomorrow, even more sober and more confident he said.

Day after day, your brother comes home with Jaehyun and your boyfriend comes bolting to your room the moment he steps inside your house. Kissing you like how he misses you, touching you like how he craves for you.

And whenever your brother throws a party, you and Jaehyun stay in your room and spend time together. Sometimes when his friends want his full attention, he will sneak out and head over to your room and suck your tits for some time, make out, and flirt with you then he will go back to the party as if he didn’t just make you cum using his tongue or fingers a few minutes ago.

But sometimes, there are quiet nights with Jaehyun where you just eat pizza in the kitchen in the middle of your Netflix marathon.

“Let’s make it official,” he said while chewing his pizza.

“What are you talking about? We are official,”

“That’s not what I meant. Let’s go out publicly, let’s have a date without your brother- do you really love me?”

“If you’re going to ask something that’s too much for me and then you’re going to doubt my love for you, then I think you should go home Jae-“

“Fine, I’m sorry I’m being too demanding again,” then he stopped and cleaned off the pizza crust from his hands. “You know asking you to have sex with me when I completely know that you’re not ready, is too much. That’s too much Y/n,” he said sternly, walked towards the door and went home.

And that was your first misunderstanding with Jaehyun. It’s not that you don’t love him. High school is just… high school and you don’t want the school gossiping about you winning Jaehyun because you let him suck your tits. He doesn’t care about those kinds of things but you do.

So he broke up with you.

And regret it every single day. But Jaehyun was really in love with you and reached out to work things out. Good thing you’re really in love with him too so you gave him another chance. From there on the breakup made your relationship stronger because you both learned a lot. He stopped being demanding and you start talking things out with him.

Six months later

“Will I be really leaving for college without having sex you?” he pouted like a kid and lie comfortably beside you.

“Oh Jung Jaehyun shut up, you’re so demanding,” you whined and turned your lampshade off, making your room really dark and cold. Then you started whispering, “but I love you,” you said and kissed him in the dark. Feeling him smile through the sweet kiss.

He waited for you to fall asleep before he goes home. Didn’t really want to leave but he knew your brother will kill him if he stays over. Locking the door silently, Jaehyun went back to the party and spend some more time with his friends before he comes home.

The night finished how Jaehyun planned on doing it. Have a couple of beers with his friends then go home and rest.

But he didn’t expect someone from his past to send him a text in the middle of the night. He wasn’t stupid, he knew it’s a booty call and fuck he’s having a hard time ignoring her texts.

It’s been months since his last fuck, specifically the night he met you he stopped fucking other girls. But this time, he’s craving for it and he’s about to do a stupid decision.

In the end he invited her over and they fucked until the sun comes up.

“You know the way out, right?” The girl nods while she continues to wear her clothes. “I have a girlfriend now, just so you know. And I love her. So much”

“Couldn’t care less Jae, I’m here for your dick not for your heart. But why did you invited me if you love her so much?” she asks.

“I haven’t had sex in six months,” she snorted and laughed.

“Well that explains everything. You were a beast the whole fucking time. Anyway, thanks for tonight....and for this morning” she said and left him.

Even though he poured out all his lust and frustrations during the sex he still feels incomplete and now the heavy feeling of cheating is crushing him.

The next day, he went to your house with flowers which you don’t know what’s it for. He just smiled and told you that he just wanted to treat you more like a girlfriend even though you’re dating secretly.

It was a good day for the two of you and as usual, you spend the day either watching movies or talking nonstop while you two are in bed, cuddling close.

Jaehyun became extremely sweet the following days and maybe it’s because he knew he’s moving away soon for college and he’s not planning to waste even a second he can get with you. “Do you want to go to a party tomorrow?” you blurted out while you help him sort out his Vinyls.

“Sure. And if people ask if you’re my girlfriend I’d say ‘no I was just accompanying my best friend’s sister’” he giggled.

“No. Tell them the truth,” you finally said it but you didn’t make eye contact. “Tell them I’m your girlfriend”

Your boyfriend then put down what he’s holding and attacked you with kisses until you’re lying on the floor and he’s towering you. Obviously, he’s happy, so happy that he’s in tears.

Little did you know, Jaehyun just feels so bad because he cheated on you. Now he feels unworthy. “Don’t cry stupid, “ you said, raking his hair away from his face and kissing him so you could express your happiness. He returned the kisses and even deepened it to the point that you’re both horny already and you’re moaning.

“We should stop, I think I’m losing my self control lately,” he said.

“Then don’t stop,” you said and removed your shirt. Completely startling your boyfriend and shocking him because you’re removing your clothes, “Do you have a condom somewhere?” and that made him shake in nervousness. With quick and panic movements, Jaehyun went to his bathroom and looked for a condom. You on the other hand continued removing your clothes until you’re naked and went under his thick sheets.

When he came back, he threw the condom on his bed and removed his clothes in front of you, leaving only his boxers briefs because he thought you’re still in your underwear beneath the sheets. Joining you in bed and slowly pulling his thick sheets away, to his surprise you’re naked already.

“There's really no going back? Are we really going to do this now?” he asks. Crawling to your side and admiring you. He has never seen you fully naked even though you both fool around a lot. “This will hurt, I should warn you” he said and pulled your body closer to him. “Now that we're about to do it, I just want to admire you. You look beautiful,” he placed a kiss on your shoulder and slowly making his way to your neck, whispering more praises to you that makes you shy and giggle.

“You’re not so bad yourself, now I can understand why girls like you,” you said and he shook his head and rolled his eyes playfully. “But this is about us right?” you said and pulled him closer, telling him to go on top of you.

You watch him put the condom and shiver when he finally touches your knee to spread your legs open and ran his cold fingers on your wet slit. You stopped yourself from looking at him so instead, you were looking at his ceiling and avoiding eye contact as much as possible because you’re becoming shy.

“Why are you shy?” he kissed you on the lips and reached for your hands, “Do you want to hug me while we fuck?” You nod without hesitation and Jaehyun hooked your arms around him. “I need you to calm down first, you’re so tensed” and his way to calm you down is to spread kisses on your body, kneading your boobs, sucking your nipples, giving your pussy a few kitten licks. All these so you know that it’s your boyfriend touching you right now.

And when you’re finally ready, he lifted your legs and spread them open. You always knew that Jaehyun is big and you always knew that first times always hurt so you’re beyond ready now.

He pushed in. Slowly. The head of his cock is already inside when you looked down, then you see your boyfriend struggling to push in because you’re so tight.

You were breathing in and out heavily, gasping and groaning while you close your eyes shut and feel Jaehyun push his cock deeper. And when he’s finally in and you feel really full, he pulled out only to push back in a little harder but this time he’s kissing you. “It’s okay, you’re doing great,” he said and made sure that you’re still okay.

After a few slighty hard and deep thrusts, Jaehyun now can thrust in and out smoothly. Although you’re still groaning and breathing heavily, but the pleasure is there now. Every thrust Jaehyun gave you was incredible and whenever he goes in deeper he made sure to look at you, watch you lose your mind.

“Tell me if you’re close okay? I want to see you cum because of my cock for the first time,” and all you can do is nod.

He sucked your boobs while thrusting deeper and harder now, groaning deliciously beside his ear from time to time and keeping him closer to your body.

“Jaehyun I’m close,” you croaked and you started breathing faster.

He doubled his pace and pulled his body away from you so he can watch you beneath him. Oh he loves how your eyes are closed now and your head is moving side to side, furrowing your brows and parting your lips. He felt you clenched and it felt fucking good around him that it made him, accidentally flop on top of you and crush you with his weight but you’re alright.

He thrust faster and harder like an animal to the point that you're pushing his hips away because it's too much already. But the man above you knew what he was doing. The fast thrusts were replaced by slow and deep ones when he came already.

Lips to lips and body to body. He kept you close while he shoots his cum in the condom and asks if you’re still okay before he pulls out.

“More than fine,” you said and kissed his sweaty cheek.

After he discarded the condom and brought you an oversized sweater, he was quiet the whole time while drawing circles on your thigh. “You okay Jae?”

You waited for his answer.

“You were so beautiful while I was fucking you. Beautiful and special,” he blurted out.

“Well that came out of nowhere. Stop making me shy,” you hide on his chest, you feel him snort and then pulled you in for a hug.

The whole summer before he leaves for college, you and Jaehyun spend your remaining days showing everyone that you’re together. Having dates and spending a lot of time outside, going to parties hand in hand, going to parties with Jaehyun’s jacket protecting you from cold. Everyone envied you. And when it comes to sex, you and Jaehyun fucked like rabbits but always in his house.

It was the perfect phase in a relationship when you both thought you're never going to break up. Everything is fine, and you're going to be forever. And then suddenly someone or something will fuck everything up and ruin everything you both built.

“Bough us a new box,” he was talking about the condoms. “Thin ones, this feels like we're fucking raw” he explains but you just stare at his phone when you finished reading something you didn’t expect to find.

“Since when did we stopped respecting each other’s privacy?” He grabbed his phone from your hand and lowered himself so he can see your eyes.

You were sitting on the edge of his bed and you keep your eyes on the floor. “Please look at me, I’m sorry I fucked up- but can you just please look at me so you know that I’m sincere!!!” He was getting even more frustrated that’s why he yelled at you. You weren't saying anything and you haven't talked about it yet, but he felt that he already lost you.

So you look at him with angry eyes. Suddenly he forgot what he was about to say.

Then you slapped him. You slapped him hard over and over again, but he didn’t complain or flinched. "Hurt me more. I deserve it. Punch me, I don't care. Come on," he forced your hand to slap himself, and now you're both in tears because you can see how your relationship is crumbling before you.

"Hurt me but please don't leave. I will change," he said but it's too late for that. You slapped him one last time, so hard that he fell on the floor and can't do anything else when you stand up and gathered your stuff. Leaving his room and banging his door.

Jaehyun never hated himself so much.

Weeks before his graduation and your brother’s graduation, he begged and begged you to come back. Calling your phone every hour, texting you with long messages every day, and even reaching out through your brother. But Jaehyun is not welcomed in your home anymore, so he can’t see you and talk to you too. He can always approach you in person at school, but he's afraid that will only make things worst and he doesn’t want to make a scene at school because that can put you two in trouble.

He was helpless and he's running out of options on how to win you back.

One Friday night, you went home pretty late alone and Jaehyun waited for you to come home. He was standing beside your gate and you just ignored him and walked past by. But Jaehyun grabbed your arm tightly. Not because he’s mad but because he’s scared of letting you go.

“How can you come home alone this late? You could have called me, I can pick you up” he said, you didn’t care. “Please talk to me, I don’t want us to break up. I made the wrong decision and I promise it won't happen again, please Y/n.”

Then he bravely hugged you.

"This shit that I put you through it's my fault, you're heartbroken because of me. Please let me fix this, I'm sorry. I really don't want us to break up" For a moment there he felt you melting in his embrace. And honestly, you were because you knew that he's sincere and he will be dead serious about him fixing your relationship.

But you were hurt. And you don't know if you can handle fixing at this time because what he did to you was a whole new level of cheating. You saw the messages, he was the one who invited the girl. That means he chose to hurt you secretly that night.

You love him. So much. But you don't know if love is enough reason for you to give him a chance.

“You’re forgiven,” you finally said it and returned the hug, which finally made him smile and was about to kiss you but you refused.

“You’re forgiven but I’m still breaking up with you. Happy graduation. I- uhm... I guess I'll see you around”

And that’s how Jaehyun lost you.

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