#whatever demon possessed my body to finish this in one go

[buiemies]

Decora Kei FS2 Mika!! Why!! Because!!

[jyoongim]

Heyyy, it’s me again, the singer anon. Can I request an Alastor x Reader where she is sent by as a spy by Vox after our fav slithery boy failed? She’s really bubbly and friendly, but she eventually grows to care for everyone in the hotel but Vox owns her soul. She torn in between getting herself killed by him and not betraying anyone anymore, or continuing the job. She goes and confesses to Alastor, breaking down and thinking he’ll kill her, which she thinks would be best so she doesn’t have to betray anyone anymore. Just breaking down in tears telling him she doesn’t want to hurt anyone but Vox has her under a contract, begging him to kill her so she doesn’t have to. Just for Alastor to call her a good girl and ughhhh some possessive smut if you don’t mind? Sorry brain rots in my head and I’m in love with him, lol. Thank you! <3 also the three requests story set off the trigger in my head, loved it! Thanks again! <3!

This been in my inbox for weeks and i finally got a plot for it!

⚠️warning: 18+! Smut smut smut! Plot if you look hard enough!

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No one suspected a thing.

You were sent to the Hazbin Hotel after Sir Pentious miserable attempt.

Your orders were simple: ”Keep an eye out on that old fossil. I want to know why that fucker is sucking up the Lucifer’s daughter”

And you did just that…you were executing your mission flawlessly.

Until you began to care about those who stayed at the hotel.

Until you began to grow closer to the Radio Demon.

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You had been staying at the hotel for a few months now and its been great!

Charlie was always finding new ways to help the residents build bonds and encouraging everyone to do their best.

At first, you were arrogant, playing along until you actually saw the the demons there were actually changing even if they didn’t admit it

But now, you thought of the princess as a friend, along with everyone else.

Especially Alastor.

Now that you’ve been around him, you’re not sure why Vox hate the demon so much.

Alastor was funny, kind (in his own twisted way), and truly looked after the hotel.

A soft smile curled on your lips as you thought about the demon, but the ringing of your phone interrupted such thoughts.

Vox.

You took a deep breath and answered “H-Hello?”

”Tonight’s your chance to take out that prick and after that come home” he demanded.

You blinked “what? B-but Vox…” you bit your lips “But it’s actually nice here. The hotel isn’t a scam…a-and everyone is a lot nicer than we thought ” Vox laughed “Oh baby please! Nice? You actually believe in that redemption crap? You think that they’ll let you stay if they knew why you truly were there? Hahaha! Oh my dumb little girl, how naive you are. ” 

You pouted, a frown on your face “I want to stay”

Vox growled through the phone “ah ah baby you don’t make demands remember?” 

Electrical shocks ran through your body from the collar you wore.

You gasped in pain “I OWN you. Did you forget that? You do whatever I say when I say it. Now I expect you home before morning or I will kill you.”

The phone call ended and you were in tears.

You didn’t want to go back. 

You liked being at the hotel and able to be yourself. 

You liked the friends you had made here.

You would do anything for them, even if you had to die to make your wrongs right.

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“Come in” the voice answered after you knocked on the door. You were sweating as you stood outside of Alastor’s door.

You had decided that if you were going to tell anyone why you were at the hotel, it would be Alastor.

You opened the door and walked into his radio studio.

”Hey Al” you said weakly as the demon spun around and smiled at you “Hello darlin! What do I owe the pleasure?”

You fiddled with your hands.

”I want to tell you why I came to the hotel”

Alastor quirked a eyebrow, smile widening as he gestured for you to take a seat on the couch.

”Do entertain me of your tale my dear”

You were in tears by the time you finished telling Alastor everything.

Of Vox and his plan.

The deal between you and Vox.

The reason you came to the hotel.

Everything.

”I-I’m sorry! So so sorry! I-I just didn’t know what to do!

Kill me! I deserve it! J-Just let me say my goodbyes first. I would rather you kill me than Vox! Please!” You cried, hands covering your face as you sobbed.

Alastor had been quiet for the entirety of your confession. He had half a mind to kill you when you told him of your deal with Vox.

The pesky television didn’t know when to mind his business.

His eyes focused on the collar around your neck.

 You were Vox’s and by contract, he wasn’t allowed to kill you.

And he wasn’t. No he had grown accustom to the pretty demon who seemed to light the hotel’s halls.

However…he could override Vox’s ownership of your soul.

You flinched when you felt a large hand pat the top of your head. You looked up through teary eyes ay Alastor, who just sported a soft smile.

”Now now my dear don’t you worry. I appreciate that you came to and confided in me. What a good girl you are.” His smile stretched as you sniffled, looking at him with glossy eyes.

”Y-Youre not g-gonna k-kill me?” You asked looking down.

He chuckled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, claws finding their way under your chin to make you look at him

He rolled his eyes ”Oooh my dear of course not…” His fingers trailed down your neck, toying with your collar. “But I am in a bit of predicament”

You wiped at your eyes “how so?”

“Under normal circumstances, I would rip you to shreds and broadcast your screams for all of Hell to hear” his pupils turned to dials and his smiled turned wicked. You felt your heart stop a little.

He calmed down slightly “however I have another idea to break your deal with Vox” 

He smiled at you as you tilted your head in confusion.

”I know just the thing hehehe”

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You whimpered as you tried to hold yourself up against the force of Alastor’s thrusts. “A-Al!” You whined as the demon tugged your hair to pull your body into his. A deep growl vibrated through you as Alastor sunk into your weeping heat, his cock hitting that soft spot inside you.

“Fuuuucckk!” You hissed, eyes rolling into your skull as your body buzzed with pleasure.

Alastor pulled your body til your back was flushed against his chest, his sharp teeth nipped at your skin before latching on and marking you. You winced as his tongue lapped at the blood, he purred as trailed his tongue up your neck.

”To think Vox had such a sweet cunt all to himself. Ooh darlin you’re wasted on him. But you’ll be a good girl for me wont you? You seem to love having a real cock fucking you” he chortled, giving you a harsh thrust. His hips grinded up into your ass, coaxing your cunt to take every inch over and over.

Your gummy walls tightened around him as you whined at his words. You could barely focus on what he was saying, not giving two shits either as he bullied your insides.

”I-I can be a good girl please please oh fuck! Aah! Aah!” You whined. Alastor’s large hands trailed up your body; kneading, pawing, and squeezing at your supple flesh. Pausing at your bouncing tits to tweak your hardened nipples, sending currents to your abandoned clit.

“I know you will baby” 

He nudges his head into yours, to gain your attention and capture your lips with his, swallowing your moans as one of his hands moves down to toy with your puffy clit.

Your body jerked as he rubbed tight circles on the bud; your cunt fluttering as slick dripped down your thighs.

”Ill make a deal with you darlin” he whispered against your lips, lidded eyes staring into yours, as you mewled, wanting his tongue back down your throat. 

“I keep this little mishap under wraps and in return you belong to me. Youre free to do whatever your heart but im no pushover m,a cherie.”

His thrusts sped up as he pinched your clit.

You keened, pushing your hips back into his, trying to follow the motion of his fingers, seeking to reach your orgasm.

”Do we have a deal?” He purred never breaking his pace.

Your collar let out blue sparks, Vox’s way of ‘reinforcing’ his control over you. You whimpered as the shocks edged you, but Alastor let out a deep growl as he wrapped his claws around the collar.

”Do we have a deal?” A snap of his hips pulled a moan from your throat.

”oh! Yes! Yes! F-fuuuc-cckk”

Static ran through your body causing you to jerk as your orgasm washed over you, your collar fizzled out as Alastor’s cock pounded your cunt, riding your orgasm out.

The wet SQUELCH! Of your cunt echoed as high pitched whines left your throat. 

“That’s a good girl. Cummin all over my cock. Feels better than that robot huh? Yeeesss fuck! Take my cum darlin take it”

Your eyes crossed as your mouth opened in a scream. Alastor crashed his lips on yours, tongue pushing through your lips and pulling you into a heated kiss as he pumped you full of his cum.

Alastor let out a sigh as he slipped out of you, cock coated in creamy essence and smiling as he watched your cunt clench around nothing and dripping cum.

In your dazed state, you faintly heard a snap and a cool sensation coated your neck.

Instead of the sapphire jeweled collar, a gold chained ruby hung from your neck.

Alastor hummed as he rubbed your tired body, smiling wickedly as he slotted back into your soppy heat. You moaned softly as he rolled his hips against you.

”now lets send that mediocre podcast a proper video”

[incorrectly-quoting-mxtx]

So I have theory about Luo Binghe’s fake jade pendant.

(Major spoilers if you haven’t finished the book btw)

I was just reading a fic and author pointed out something about Luo Binghe’s pendant and how it’s a metaphor for Shen Yuan.

Looking back at the book, there are a lot of parallels between Shen Yuan and the necklace.

The pendant is a counterfeit jade carving of the god Guanyin.

Shen Yuan is a counterfeit of Shen Qingqiu, a powerful Peak Lord who dresses in jade colored robes.

Guanyin is noted to be associated with compassion, and Shen Yuan changes the entire fate of the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way by being compassionate.

Luo Bingmei ends his story with his one fake jade pendant while the extras specifically note that Luo Bingge has several real jade necklaces in his possession. Those necklaces are even called out to be fine grade and best money can buy.

Obviously the real jades are a metaphor for Bingge’s harem of peerlessly beautiful women while the fake jade, which has infinitely more value to him, represents Shen Yuan, aka Luo Bingmei’s one and only true love.

However I think there’s more to it than that.

If you track the pendant throughout the book, you’ll notice that Luo Binghe is only ever in possession of the pendant when Shen Yuan isn’t there. In fact, he actually loses the pendant shortly after Shen Yuan transmigrates into Shen Qingqiu. For the rest of the book, the pendant is in Shen Yuan’s possession, only returning to Luo Binghe at the climax.

But here’s the thing that’s strange about that scene: for whatever reason the System could not load the pendant when SQQ tried to summon it. At no other point in the book has the System have a problem loading things in.

So why is it when it does load in, it’s right as Shen Yuan dies for the third time?

My theory is that Shen Yuan is the pendant itself.

Now obviously Shen Yuan comes back and Binghe still has the pendant, but in the last couple scenes of the book, Shen Yuan is always right by Luo Binghe’s side.

Now I know that Shen Yuan was an actual person before dying and becoming Shen Qingqiu, so therefore he isn’t the necklace given human form. So how can Shen Yuan and the pendant be one and the same?

Well let’s go back to the aforementioned climax scene where the System cannot physically summon the pendant until Shen Yuan dies.

Seeing as how the System is essentially an AI and/or a computer program, this kind of issue reminds me of how a computer cannot open a file if another of the exact same file is already running.

I think, that when inserting Shen Yuan into PIDW, the System needed a way to tie his soul into its program and Shen Yuan’s fate to the protagonist. The System needed a physical entity to tie him down so it linked his code/soul to the fake jade pendant. That’s why Luo Binghe loses the pendant so soon after Shen Yuan transmigrates and why the System couldn’t load it in until Shen Yuan’s soul left his body because they’re part of the same file.

This is also evidenced by how when Shen Yuan dies the second time, out of all of his items, only the Jade pendant is kept in his inventory when he wakes up in the Sun and Dew Mushroom body.

Not to mention that Shen Yuan and the pendant have the same effect on Luo Binghe! The pendant has the ability to essientially shock Luo Binghe out of a qi deviation, but is only a one time use. But during Luo Binghe’s first qi deviation, Shen Yuan is able to do the exact same thing but doing so kills him. The pendant reduces Luo Binghe’s anger, and Shen Yuan is the only person in the world Luo Binghe will ever be soft and submittable to.

Tl’dr; The System tied Shen Yuan’s soul to the fake Guanyin pendant.

[my-cherie]

𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗭♡

pairing ꒱ lucifer x fem reader / warnings ꒱ prey/predator kink + praise kink + pet names: little sheep, lamb, love + blood kink + primal play + dirty talk + oral (f receiving) + very slight breeding kink + dacryphilia + possessive behavior. wc ꒱ 2.2k / thoughts ꒱ no one can tell me that lucifer doesn't have a primal kink. somewhat inspired by the song moon waltz by mio isayama. NOT BETA READ.

You tried to quieten your breathing, your heart racing and breath coming in short, sharp bursts as you tried to hide from him. Heart pounding so loud you were sure he was going to hear, despite your attempts to outrun and outsmart him.

How were you supposed to run away from someone in their own home? How were you supposed to hide from him when he seemed to know exactly were you were before you were even there? It was helpless. Your trembling legs seemed like they were about to give out at any moment, but you couldn't stop running, you had to start up again, now.

It had started out simply enough.

You were sitting in one of Lucifer’s armchairs in his office, waiting for him to finish whatever paperwork he was working on this time and chatting quietly, warmed by the lit fireplace of his private study and fighting off sleep, having shared a bottle of Demonus with him earlier in the day.

By now, it was a rainy night and the office was dark because Lucifer insisted on having only candles lit at this time of the night. The dark clouds that hid the moon also didn’t help.

As you made conversation, your gaze didn’t stray from his person, observing his every reaction to your chitter chatter and your eyes darting to his mouth from time to time when he deemed sensible to retort your silly observations.

Because of the way you were watching him so closely, you saw how, at the same time you made some inconsequential comment about how you and Mammon had to run away yet again from some odd merchant because of the demon’s proclivity for getting scammed, you also noticed how Lucifer’s eyes seemed to sparkle to life, a mischievous glint in them.

“A chase, huh?” He hummed noncommittally, his tone giving nothing away and his fingers barely twitching as he stopped his writing.

“Yeah,” you had said, unsure if you had somehow pissed the demon off. “It was fun, really. Got my blood pumping. The adrenaline you get from being chased is no joke.”

This time, you didn’t notice the twinkle in the man’s eyes, nor how his lips formed a brief smirk for a beat. You didn’t notice any of that, which is why you were completely blindsided by Lucifer’s next words.

“Run, then, little sheep.” He got up from his seat, rounding the desk in long strides and pausing briefly when you didn’t move instantaneously.

“W-What?”

“Run.” He pounced suddenly and you didn’t have to be told a third time to understand that you needed to get out of his office now before you were caught.

Racing up the stairs to the door that led to the house’s library, you yanked the door open, barely having time to slam it closed before you were sprinting down the hallways of the House of Lamentation, the sound of his hastening steps hot on your heels, too close for your liking.

At first, you tried to lose him in the many hallways and doors of the big mansion, going up multiple staircases and almost entering some of the brothers rooms in your desperation. But no matter what you did, you could still hear the beating of his wings as if he was only toying with you, always one step ahead.

At some point, when entering the dining room, his silhouette seemed to appear from outside the windows, as if he was looking at you from above, observing his prey in smug amusement. Lucifer was relentless in his pursuit. No matter what room you entered or what way you went, he was there.

It was when his fingers touched your shirt briefly while he followed you that your body experienced a true fight or flight response, having to decide between running away or accepting defeat. At that time, running until your thighs burned and your lungs couldn’t take it anymore seemed like the best option.

Eventually stopping briefly to catch what little breath you could, you strained your ears to listen for any indication of Lucifer’s presence, but couldn’t help closing your eyes for a short while to rest. Your body was giving up on you, tired beyond limits from the amount of running you did in so little time.

You didn’t hear him coming. Suddenly, a strong hand closed around your left arm, tossing your back to the wall you were closest to. Your eyes opened up abruptly, gasping in surprise at the sudden motion and in slight pain at the hit. In front of you, caging you in between himself and the wall, his arms spread, blocking whatever escape plan you could try to muster up, breathing nearly as ragged as yours, disheveled hair and in his demon form, was Lucifer.

“Got you, little sheep.” It was a low croon against your ear, his hands just as quickly adjusting so he was holding your waist and neck, teeth rasping under your jaw.

His tongue was hot as he dragged it across your neck and then to your lips—his kiss bruising and passionate—that has you unwittingly shivering against him. As he devours your lips, teeth nibbling on your lower lip and nicking it hard enough for it to bleed, your eyelids close in a daze and you melt into his rough touch.

It’s when he pulls away from you that you realize that you were not into the hallway anymore, but in Lucifer’s bedroom, his sharp teeth stretching into a prideful grin at your amazed reaction. You notice that they are stained with red and shiver. Stained with your blood.

Once again, Lucifer moved quickly before you could react, shoving the sharp blade of his nose to your cheek and licking the drops of of sweat off your face that had formed after his hunt for you. He inhaled deeply, engraving your scent in his memories: fear, excitement, longing.

“You’re mine, lamb,” he growls, “I won our chase fair and square. Let me have you all to myself. Let me claim you.”

You nod your head quickly, still short on air and disorientated from his kiss. It’s not good enough for the first born.

“Say it. Say you’re mine, give yourself to me.” His grip moves to your throat, tightening faintly and strangling a short whine from you.

“I’m yours, Lucifer!” Looking into his crimson eyes, your own glimmered faintly with tears. “You won. Take me, please.”

Your begging seemed to be what did it for him, as he buried his face in your neck again and his teeth sunk into you, marking your unmarred skin possessively. A choked whimper escaped your lips as you felt sharp pain in your neck. Blood trickled down willingly into his mouth, once again staining his teeth red and letting him savor the metallic taste of you. He drank and sucked at your neck as the bleeding came to a stop.

“Good girl.” He praises you as he distances himself from your throat and rips your shirt off unceremoniously.

It's addicting how pitiful you look right now. He can't get enough.

Taking off his gloves in one motion, one of his hands cups your boobs, thumbs exploring your nipples and tweaking them ’til stiff while the other takes care of your jeans, jerking them off unceremoniously so he can have access to your soaked folds. He hums appreciatively once his fingers find your cunt, already wet for him.

“Already soaking wet for me and we’ve barely done anything, little lamb.” He laughed as he stood upright again, his wings letting wind flicker at your bare arms as you shivered because of the cold air. He sank to his knees suddenly and you were sure that you were the only one to have ever seen the Avatar of Pride like this, his hands spreading your legs more and making space for his head between your thighs.

As his tongue first laps at your clit, then drags across your pussy, you keen lowly, eagerly trying to raise your hips and grinding against his mouth for more friction. As he groans straight into your pussy, he continues to eat you out eagerly, lapping at your juices and raising his palm to press against you as two of his fingers slid inside you with little to no preparation.

“Taste so good, love, do you make a mess of yourself for everyone like this? Or is this just for me?”

“Mmmm…no, just you, Lucifer.” You whined, begging him to keep going. “Please, give me more.”

You could only continue moaning at every action of his, especially when he continued sucking your clit while he stroked inside of you, looking for your g-spot. It was when he finally found that spongy spot he was looking for that your hands came down to his hair, holding onto him tightly and making Lucifer groan as you rutted against his mouth, adding another finger to prepare you for him later.

“Luci, ‘m close, ‘m close!” You whimpered as you neared your orgasm, tightening your hold onto him, begging him to keep going and sobbing in pleasure.

Yet, as you were close to falling off that precipice, you felt Lucifer stop everything. As he broke free of the hold your tights had on him, he grinned up at you in a wild manner, his mouth stained with you. And as he rose to his feet, he took your arms in his hands once again, guiding you gently towards the bed so you both could lay down, careful to not let you fall because of your trembling legs.

The contrast of his earlier vicious actions and his now tender touch made you pliable to him as he placed you down and took care of his own clothing fairly quickly, his pupils still clearly dilated and his palms eager to have you.

Seeing as you were already fully naked, you could watch as every piece of clothing got torn off Lucifer’s body, your eyes memorizing every detail of him as your fingers trailed down to your soaked pussy to touch yourself, desperate for any pleasure after he left you hanging so close to your orgasm.

Mercifully, he didn’t take long at all, leaning over you in the bed, taking your hands in one of his and pushing your legs against your chest, putting his whole body weight onto you in a mating press. His hand caged both of yours for but a moment before he released them, lowering his head to you and kissing you desperately again.

“Such a sweet thing,” he murmured, “so pretty underneath me. Were you so needy to have me that you couldn’t even wait until I finished undressing?”

His words had you humming in soft encouragement as his cock pressed against your slick folds. “You want this, don't you?” he says, his voice ragged with lust. “Say it. Say it and I’ll give it to you."

“I want you, Luci, wan’ you so bad,” your body trembling in anticipation, you try to grind against him, your hips rolling down to feel his tip. “Please give me your cock.”

You’ve barely stopped speaking when his hips pull back and he pushes inside of you in one thrust, your cunt squeezing his cock as he bullies his way into you, his tip touching your cervix and his balls against your folds.

He doesn’t wait for you to adjust to his size, fucking you like a man starved, caught up in the push and pull of your body, in the way your pussy practically begged him to stay inside you, clenching around him so sweetly and squeezing his dick. Your pleading whines were like the finest classical music for him and the way your moans mingled with his groans and the slaps of his hips on your ass made him feel like he was back in Heaven again. You felt like perfection.

You drop your head back, whining at how full you feel with him deep inside you like this, his thrusts relentless and with an intensity you can’t help but want to run away from, taking your breath away once again. However, your head doesn’t stay like that for long before Lucifer is pulling you to him once again, grabbing your hair and staring deeply into your eyes.

"Look at me," he commands, his eyes dark and intense. "I want to see your face. I want to see how much you're enjoying this, little lamb."

He reaches down, one hand on your hip and the other going in between your legs, rubbing your clit in quick, irregular circles. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing you closer to the edge as you wrap your legs around his waist, your fingers digging into his back as he picks up the pace, driving into you with increasing ferocity as his thrusts get faster and deeper, overwhelming you both.

You can feel your orgasm building once again, your body on the verge of exploding with pleasure. Each time he pushes into you, you gasp, your body responding to his touch with a fierce hunger. You're lost in the sensation of him fucking you.

"Come with me, Luci, please," you moan into his ear as you finally get sent over the edge, clenching around him, your body convulsing with pleasure as you release yourself around him. Lucifer follows closely, thrusting as deep as he can and releasing his seed deep inside you, marking you as his, finally.

As you both come down from the rush, your bodies calming down and your breathing going back to normal, Lucifer kisses you softly on the lips, his touch gentle now, before detaching himself from you and climbing out of bed to get you a warm towel from the bathroom, very softly cleaning you both up.

“I hope that wasn’t too rough, love, I fear I may have gotten a bit carried away today.” He whispers in your hair, Lucifer’s arms wrapping around you so that you can both cuddle on the bed. As you assured him that it was all good, he sighed sweetly. “Good night lamb, sweet dreams.” He kissed you once more, before you both drifted off to sleep.

[dark-night-hero]

「In the stars」 Tengen Uzui

↳ In which right after the fight that cost him serious and fatal wounds, Tengen and his wives, alongside the Kamado siblings have encountered a rather strange demon. (Warnings of ooc behaviour)

It was rather unexpected. After all the fight with the upper moon six just ended, and a little while Nezuko have cured the poison within his body, was the side effect of it could possibly be the one responsible for his hallucinations right now?

Casually strolling in the chaotic field left behind the fight was a someone, something in a form of a human figure. Possessing a rather familiar and one of a kind (hair color) locks, their lips on a thin line, their reddish yet (eye color) iris calmly scan the field. All dressed in a rather flashy outfit, totally not fitted on the current field and situation.

He almost didn't recognised it, more like refuse to recognise it. But no matter now hard he tried to deny it. No matter how much he try to forget about it, no matter how many seasons and people have gone by. There have always been someone in the back of his mind that he cannot seem to forget no matter how hard he tried.

"Died already? Doma-sama is going to get disappointed again." The figure spoke in a rather emotionless tone, looking around the field, their reddish (eye color) iris scan the people on their side. They just stare at them with a rather bored look in their face and just stood there as if thinking hardly of what do to.

At the same time, there was no mistaking it. The looks, the vioce, the figure, except with the flashy outfit. There was no mistaking it, it was you. "Tengen-sama?"

"What should I do?" The figure across the demon Slayers and shinobu blink, then burst into a fit of wicked laughter. "Doma-sama hates it when I ruined the clothes he gave me, but he also told me to kill all people who've seen me just in case they go around telling other about me.. for what reason was that again?" They then starts to think real hard. "I can't seem to remember. But this means I'm free to do whatever I want with them? Right?" With a gentle smile on their face, they started walking at them.

And then they started dashing at them. With a wicked smile on their face, they almost manage to grab Suma who just finished wailing upon Tengen's recovery from the poison, on the face with their claws but Tengen who was quick on his feet manage to shield her away from the what it seems like was a demon despite his current state. Nevertheless, "(First name)?"

"That's weird." The demon spoke, tilting their head to the side casually right in front of Tengen and the rest who is now alerted with your presence but was in a bit of exhaustion. "A human with a demon as one of your acquaintance??" The demon blink, "Also, no one but Doma-sama knows my name, how come you knew it. Interesting." The demon smiled wickedly but still damn beautiful for a demon.

Without missing a beat, the demon was right in front of his, their face only a millimetres away from his. "I was about to leave you alone because by far you're the most vulnerable along the group and oh, how I hate coming after the weakest" the demon laugh. "But you know too much." In a blink of an eye, the demon were ready to grab him by the face and went for the kill but then his wives grabbed him back.

"Tengen-sama!" "Tengen-sama what are you doing?!" "Tengen-sama snap out of it!" His worried wife cried for him as he watch Tanjiro take position in front of him, ready to take on the demon right in front of them with his strength. He was aware that the demon in front of them were not that strong, even a newbie could take on this weakass demon. "Wait." Tengen spoke. "I'll be the one to finish them." "Tengen-sama!" "There is something I need to know." He spoke before slight pushing Tanjiro out of the way and casually stood right in front of the now frowning demon.

"What happened to you?" In that single sentence, everyone could tell there was a hint of surprised and sadness that comes with it which was very unlikely of the flamboyant attitude of his. And the demon who frowning frown even harder. "Was I supposed to know you or something? Lucky for you, I don't remember a thing." Honestly, it was sarcastic.

"Who did this to you?" Weapon in hand, the sound Hashira started walking towards the demona and the demon who was laughing in their mind taking his as an opportunity just gave him a rather confused face, wanting to rip of the sympathetic look on his bloody face with their claw once he get close enough.

"(First name)." He was walking close, just right within the demons reach. "I watched you died." It was right above whisper which causes the demon to halt. Why does he look to sad and broken when he said that? "Tell me, who did this to you?" "Tell me who dug up my spouse corpse and turn them into such wicked creature."

At the same time, as if to end ones suffering, the demons head went flying without a sound, without pain, it was all nothing but silence.

"How plain." You blink and look up away from the tea cup right in front of you to the owner of the voice. Right in front of you was a rather flashy and handsome guy who seems to be in a same age as you. "They want me to have this plain person as my spouse? How insolence." He scoffs at you. Nevertheless the just smile at him and never look away from those maroon iris of his.

Perhaps it was your smile, or maybe he was lying to himself, because despite the plain looking clothes you have right now, you're glowing. "What's your name?" "(First name)." "Just (First name)?" "For a family who will either give up their child for a cult or for a renounce shinobi clan, I'd rather not use it." You spoke, smile never once fluttering as you continue to look at him unbothered. In the midst of silence he suddenly spoke.

"(First name) Uzui." For a moment, he saw those (eye color) iris widen before he turn his back into you. "You better start using that now, my soon to be spouse." With a smirk on his face, he closed the door behind him, missing the rather shocked look on your face that was eventually replaced with relief. Hands clenched underneath the table in victory.

Being the soon to be spouse of one of the two remaining siblings of the clan allows you to live in peace and unbothered life. With your husband rather busy with his training and would often come to the room late, the relationship between the two of you were rather awkward. Still, you don't really mind. It was more peaceful this way.

"What are you doing?" In the midst of you seing your sword back and front, you gave him a side eye but never stopped on your training. "Training?" "What for?" "Have you ever heard of demon slayers?" You asked back before looking away at him on your peripheral vision once you saw him sat down on the corner. "I think I have heard a thing or two about them. What about it?" "My clan as formerly a demon slayer clan before we switch into being a shinobi clan. I'm trying to revive our old breathing style." You spoke casually with a shrug.

"Huh, how interesting. You don't look like the type of person who could handle such thing." You were rather frail looking after all. "Honestly you're right." You laugh and stop swinging your sword and went to look at your soon to be husband. And as soon as you does, he blink. There you are in the middle of the backyard, laughing with sweat running down all the way from your forehead down to your chin. Dressed in plain clothes, Tengen doesn't think that makes you less attractive.

"But it doesn't mean I can't, doesn't mean I should give up. A lot of innocent people died in the hands of demons. I believe it's worth the try. Somehow." "..." Seeing him looking rather not interested, you just shrug and started swinging your sword again. "This breathing style that you speak of, what is it?" Poundering for a few moments, you shake your head ans chuckle, rather confusing the man right in front of you. "Sound breathing."

The first time Tengen Uzui have seen you in a rather flashy, flamboyant air was at your wedding ceremony. Being the first spouse of one of the possible next leader of the clan, you were dressed up in the most finest clothes and accessories. Complimenting your already beautiful and attractive appearance that your rather plain clothes could never.

"Are you truly my supposed to be spouse to be?" He asked on a rather joking matter once you reached the altar. "Not used seeing me like this?" You smirk at him, well aware of your attractive and flashy appearance than usual. "You should get used to it, husband."

Despite the rough start of your relationship, this got better once the two of you have gotten married at the age of 18. The two of you started getting to know each other and started spending more time with one other. At some point, you could tell that the two of you have gone closer than the two of you could imagine.

"Here." Looking at what he have on hand. It was a bunch of rather plain looking clothes. "???" "Use this." "Don't you hate it when I'm looking plain?" You laugh nevertheless take the clothes he have on hand and started putting it on your dresser. Then a whisper came across the room. "But I hate it more when other people kept looking at you." "Tengen. Are you jealous?" "If I do admit that I am jealous, would you do as I say?"

"How plain." "I wonder who's fault is that." You laugh in the midst of your own training as your husband went to spectate per usual. And then in the middle of the training, your inside starts to hurt, an intense quick pain spread throughout your body causing you to stagger forward with a gasp. "Woah there." Your husband, quick on his feet was there to catch you. "What was that?" "Sorry, I think I kind of went overboard with my training today." You laugh.

Entering the your shared room, you have noticed the rather unusual mood inside. "Darling, is their something wrong?" You quickly approach the huge man sitting down on the side of the bed. Then he whispered something under his breath, something no ordinary person would hear but all thanks to the breathing style you're currently doing, you were able to hear it. "I want to kill them." "..." "I badly want to kill them." "..." "But they were the only family I have left. What should I do?"

You don't know what happened, he was never the one to talk about his family in the first place so you naturally learn not to ask nor talk about it. Still seeing the man who was usually high and mighty in such rather confused and in a state of frustration. You pull him into an embrace. "Do what your heart wants you to do. No matter the consequences, I'll be by your side. Aren't I your spouse?"

"I don't think I could marry anyone again." As his hand run down your bare skin, leaving butterfly kisses all over your collar to your face, he spoke. "Doesn't the Uzui clan practices polygamy?" You clarified as you push him away from your face. "We do, but I only want you as my spouse. You're enough." "Don't be silly Tengen." You laugh despite the sharp pain on your chest. "Rather than that, if you'd like, I'll teach you a thing or two about our breathing style. What do you say?"

Your days with Tengen were rather short yet you could say it was one of the most happiest moments of your life. Honestly you never really thought about, only on this day, as you stare at the rather cloudy night as you lay there on the ground unmoving, unconsciously clinging into ever bit of consciousness left as you.

He was loud, he could also be a bit of clingy sometimes. He was too flashy and flamboyant that you hate him sometimes. He could also be a bit blunt and rude sometimes it hurt your feelings. "He was really.... annoying. I love him anyway." Your pale and cold lips curling up. Mind slowly going blank as you could no longer feel most of your body parts nor the pain on your side.

It was such a shame you wouldn't be able to see him. Still, you'd rather not let him see you in such state. You even wish he wouldn't be able to find you after this.

"(First name)?" Although you have gone numb, you could still hear him even fron afar with his footsteps. "(First name)." You could hear the way his voice tremble. "I'm sorry I'm late. The mission went long as expected I-" "Were the kids... that lived in the... gasp, village safe?" "Yes... yes my spouse they are safe. All thanks to you they are safe" "I'm glad." "My spouse, let's get you home and treated." "Tengen..." "...Yes My Spouse?" You tried, with ever bit of strength left to open your eyes.

"There was... a marriage proposal... that came... recently..." "My spouse we talked about this. Enough with the nonsense-" "Tengen." "..." "They... they of..fered the younger sis... but I think... Suma... the older sis...ter is much fit..-" "Okay okay, hush, stop speaking. I get it. Let's get you fixed up." "Don't cry." You smile at him, wanting to brush off the tears falling down his eyes despite the urge to close your eyes. "Don't... cry Ten...gen." "Don't leave me. Fuck. Let's get you fixed up. We're going back, okay? Just stay with me."

Holding you in his arms, trying at least to keep you warm. He went as fast and gentle as he could. Cursing himself over and over again. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to come home with you still waiting from him on your shared room, welcoming him with a gentle and warm smile on your face. You were supposed to be laughing at him at his attempts to be clumsy whenever you would teach him the remains of your clans breathing style. Tease him for not being able to catch up whenever the two of you would went out for a sprinting race.

It was supposed to be like that, not like this. Oh God, not like this. Not like this as those (eye color) iris slowly lose the sign of life on it. You were rapidly cooling down in his arms. It was not supposed to be like this. Why does it have to be you. Fuck. Why does it have to be you who run into a demon in such time.

"Tengen..." "Yes My Spouse?" Come to think of it, you never said it to each other, right? "I... lo..ve you." And he stopped, it was barely above whispered. He stopped as you said those words, he stopped as your hand slowly fall of on your side. He look down, there you seems to be sleeping peacefully on his arms. As if you were just asleep. Drenched in your blood and sweat. He lean down and give you a kiss on the forehead.

Then it rains. As if sympathising with the man who just lost the love of his life. Leaving his cries and curses drown in the rain. It was the death of his beloved. Sometimes that he would never ever forget. Something he learned something about that will change his life forever. A lesson.

As your previous life flashed right in front of you. As your head and body starts to disintegrate.

"Who did this to you?" Tears then starts to fall. "The second upper moon, Doma." You spoke with a gentle smile on your face. "He was the leader of the cult I was supposed to be sacrifice to." You were running out of time, you knew but that didn't stop you from talking. "Digged up my corpse for him to consume but found it a waste for him to consume so he turned me into his puppet instead, for entertainment." You laugh like it was nothing.

"Tengen." You called him out gently. "You have a lovely wives by your side. I'm glad." You smile at him. How strange was it to have a talking head, but none of the two of you mind. "Don't give me that look." "You're leaving me again." "Much better than a wandering demon puppet." "..." "Thank you." "..." "I'm glad to see you again, Tengen."

As you completely turn into ashes and blown away by the wind. Tengen sat down on the ground. "Tengen-sama!" With his wives quickly surrounding him. He smiled a bit and reassured them he was okay before looking up on the sky filled with stars.

Tengen, if Gods permits. I'd like to meet and fall in love with you on my next life. But for now, I'll be watching you among the stars.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: this was just supposed to be an image. I haven't watched the latest season so I think Tengen might be a out of character but please do bare with it. I just saw a clips and reels about the aftermath of the able with the uppermoon six, you know that nezuko setting him in flames and his relationship with his wives and thought 'oh wait what if he has a first spouse none of them knew about?'

[philosophiums]

hooooo boy i haven't posted a fic here in a long time but @hinamie's itafushi art fully possessed me so please take this offering as my first ever jjk fic

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Night has set in like a bruise – a dark sky framed and mottled by light pollution, a memory of violence hidden behind a veneer of something almost pretty. There’s evidence of life in the distant city, but nothing close by. Megumi can hear a soft thrum of traffic and the occasional shout or laugh, but the immediate vicinity hosts only crickets and the restlessness of his companion.

Itadori is pacing at the bottom of the staircase Megumi is sitting on, and Megumi watches him closely out of the corner of his eye. It’s nothing new for Itadori to hype himself up before a fight, so Megumi isn’t worried, exactly, but there’s something abnormal in the fierceness of his movements, the rolling of his shoulders, the way his head tilts like he’s trying and failing to have a conversation in his head. 

He doesn’t want to mention it. Conversations with Itadori are often marred by the reality of what the finish line looks like – they can’t both make it out alive. They both know it. Itadori likes to pretend he hasn’t grasped the reality of the situation, but Megumi understands the depth of the haunting he carries around when he thinks no one is looking. Which means that when Megumi asks after him, inquires into his wellbeing, Itadori brushes it off with a smile and a laugh. And his smile is as brilliant as the sun, so of course Megumi has to look away to protect himself.

Somewhere in the nearby bushes, several of his rabbit shikigami are maintaining a perimeter around the area, allowing him to relax while still doing everything he can to stay on high alert. Shibuya shouldn’t have turned into such a mess, and maybe it wouldn’t have if more people had been suspicious to the point of paranoia. It’s too late to fix that, too late to take away Itadori’s scars, too late to take back the suicide pact he himself signed, but he can at least look ahead to whatever future awaits them. He can do his best to keep them safe. 

“Fushiguro.” 

Oh no. Nothing good ever comes from Itadori’s serious voice. 

Please. 

If I die, you’ll kill me, right?

He blinks and finds himself looking at a stationary Itadori, hands in his pockets and eyes on the building behind Megumi. “What is it?”

“Are there really curses in there? I thought they couldn’t step foot in a church.” Itadori looks genuine when he asks, and it wouldn’t be the first foolish question out of his mouth, but the tone he used to call Megumi’s name just… doesn’t match with the question. Seriousness followed by off-handed curiosity isn’t exactly Itadori’s style. This isn’t what he had wanted to say, but something made him pivot into an unplanned conversation. 

Maybe Megumi has been paying too close attention to him. Maybe Megumi should know better. It’s all doomed anyway – a heat death guaranteed to happen. There’s no point in devoting so much time trying to learn someone’s intricacies when they’re inevitably going to leave, by force or otherwise. He should save himself the heartache. He should have learned his lesson the first time Itadori died.

His arms shake with the phantom weight of Itadori’s body in his arms, limp and lifeless and bloody with that stupid soft smile still on his face even in death with a hole in his chest. His parting words still circle in Megumi’s head sometimes.

Part of him wishes that Itadori had cursed him in the end. Maybe it would have been easier.

“You’re thinking of vampires,” Megumi says. “Or demons. Curses can go anywhere.”

Itadori makes a sound like he’s not really sure he believes Megumi, which is insane because Megumi is not the one who watches movies with vampires and demons in them. At least, he hadn’t before Itadori walked into his life and demanded movie nights at the school and midnight viewings at the theater.

“A church, though?” Itadori continues, insisting. “Aren’t these supposed to be, like, full of positive energy?” He tilts his head up and to the side, and the closest streetlight reflects across his face, highlighting his jaw, catching in his eyes until they glow damn near gold.

Megumi has to look away. His chest hurts if he stares too long at everything he can’t have.

“Just because something is comforting doesn’t mean it can’t be a curse.” As soon as the words leave Megumi’s mouth, he knows he shouldn’t have said them. Even in his peripheral, almost entirely out of his view, he can see Itadori look at him with his expression opening into surprise or something worse.

Fuck. He really can’t allow himself to be so obvious, especially when they’re hours away from stepping through the barrier around the first Tokyo colony and into the Culling Game. They’re about to put their lives on the line again. Now isn’t the time to lose his composure.

Before he can catch himself, his hand is in his pocket, digging out the pack he keeps for what he considers emergencies. There’s a cigarette between his fingers in a matter of seconds, and his lighter is in his other hand a moment later.

Itadori swipes it before he can light up, and Megumi is left with wide eyes and a cigarette dangling limply between his lips as he looks up at the boy suddenly standing over him. He forgets, sometimes, just how fast Itadori is. 

“Since when do you smoke?” Itadori asks, all childish curiosity, not an ounce of judgement in his tone. And yet, the stolen lighter feels like judgement – a withholding of something, well… harmful, sure, but it’s not like Megumi isn’t aware that every inhale of nicotine is an inch closer to his death. What does losing a minute or an hour or a day matter when he’s probably not going to reach the age of thirty, anyway?

“Since middle school,” Megumi replies, reaching out to attempt to quickly reclaim his lighter, but all Itadori has to do is lean his torso to the side and it’s out of reach. “Can I have that back, please?” 

“Why?” Itadori hasn’t had such a soft look on his face since they dragged themselves kicking and screaming out of the warzone Shibuya turned into.

“Because there’s a cigarette in my mouth and it would be a waste not to smoke it.”

Itadori makes a face, a petulant little pout just this side of sticking his tongue out. It’s cute, and Megumi has to close his eyes for a moment. “I meant why did you start smoking in middle school?”

The sigh that leaves Megumi’s lungs is heavier than he wants it to be. He’s not… good with emotions, and he’s even worse at expressing them. It wasn’t a problem when he was all alone, with the second-years distant due to their classes, and Gojo either a nuisance better avoided or thousands of kilometers away taking care of a curse too powerful for anyone else to handle. But then Itadori, fresh off the loss of his grandfather, sacrificed himself for not only his friends but for Megumi as well. And he has refused to leave, no matter how hard Megumi tried at first to put up his barriers and protect himself.

Because the truth is that Megumi was helpless from the moment Itadori jumped through a window and crash landed on a curse. He is the very definition of someone with an unshakeable character. The fact that they’re here, now, on the backside of a slaughter, newly scarred and traumatized, and Itadori can still smile at him in a way that softens his eyes proves beyond any doubt that he is who he is and that won’t change. And it guts Megumi from the inside out because everyone who has ever touched his life has become poisoned by him.

He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and holds it between his knuckles. “I don’t know. I wanted…” This time when he sighs, it’s softer, and he moves his gaze away out of embarrassment more than anything else. Itadori and Kugisaki already made fun of him for how he acted in middle school, and he doesn’t want to go through it again. “I wanted people to be afraid of me – teachers, students, upperclassmen, underclassmen, it didn’t matter. I wanted to look and be as aggressive as possible so they didn’t mess with me or Tsumiki.”

Itadori snorts, and less than a second later he’s laughing with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. For the moment, he’s unguarded, and Megumi uses the opportunity to stare. In the low amber light, he looks impossibly young, soft around the edges where his scars and personal losses have hardened him. The pink of his hair dims into the gentlest of dawns, and the happy tears that pearl in the corners of his eyes are more stunning than the thin veil of starlight overhead. In a world overflowing with curses, Megumi has never believed in angels, and yet it’s the only word he can conjure that comes even close to describing the boy in front of him. 

Megumi knows he’s in love; how could he not be?

“That’s just like you,” Itadori says, breathless, and Megumi suddenly feels like he’s falling even though Itadori is the one suddenly dropping to sit on the stairs beside him.

Itadori is a morning person, even though he’s slow to wake up. He won’t drink coffee unless it’s iced. He never tucks in his shirt tags. When he’s upset, he throws himself into social situations to hide behind other people’s laughter. He carries snacks in his pockets and will offer them to everyone. These are all details that Megumi has collected about Itadori, stashing them away like a crow with shiny objects, hoarding them as the treasures that they are and that he can never truly have.

He had never once considered that Itadori has been observing him just as studiously in return.

Their knees bump, and Megumi knows he should pull away, but he can’t bring himself to. The night isn’t cold, but Itadori’s warmth is a comfort, anyway. Megumi hasn’t had many comforts in his life.

“Give me my lighter back,” he says instead of acknowledging anything else. His chest hurts. His heart is too loud in his ears. Itadori is right there, lips twisted by his scar, eyes flashing with the humor that’s still rolling through him, shaking his shoulders as he looks back at Megumi.

Instead of answering or acquiescing, Itadori leans forward until their shoulders press together, blocking out the ghost of a breeze flowing in from behind them, and rolls his thumb over the spark wheel until a flame catches. His hand and Megumi’s both come up at the same time to cup around the other side, protecting the small flame from the elements, and it’s tender and intimate when Megumi’s fingers brush against the curve of Itadori’s palm.

He pretends not to notice as he puts the cigarette back between his lips and ducks his head. The first drag to catch the paper and tobacco on fire takes a while, and he is so incredibly aware of how close Itadori is, of the protective shell they’ve made with their bodies as they keep this flame going between them. He can’t think about it, can’t acknowledge it, can’t –

As soon as he sees embers, he sits up and leans away, creating a small pocket of space for him to exhale into. But the flame stays lit, Itadori’s thumb still pressed into the fork to keep the gas flowing out. 

Megumi smacks his arm without looking at him directly. “You’re wasting the butane.”

Without protest this time, Itadori listens, and the flame dies with a soft click as the fork snaps back into place.

The stillness of the night around them settles again, crickets becoming the dominating sound over the gentle rattling of leaves and the far distant honking of a car horn. The tobacco sizzles as the fire slowly eats through it every time Megumi takes a drag.

Itadori’s unwavering gaze on him feels like a physical weight. There’s a tender smile there, Megumi just knows it, but god damn it he won’t look. This can’t be a this. There’s nothing here but a road that dead ends on a bottomless cliff. No one has forever, despite claiming that they will, but he and Itadori don’t even have years. They could die tomorrow, the moment they step through that barrier. Fuck, the curses in the church behind them could come out and catch them off guard right now, and no one would know where to look for their bodies.

So it doesn’t matter that Itadori sometimes looks at Megumi like he hung the moon. It doesn’t matter that Megumi understands the plight of Icarus when he sees Itadori smile. He is not going to create a situation that is doomed to end early. He is not going to push his feelings into the world just for the universe to stomp them into the dirt. He is not going to let himself muddy the lines on a friendship that is already too good to be true.

He takes a drag in that’s harsher and longer than the last, fast enough that his lips burn from the fire racing too fast through the cigarette towards the filter. He lets it hurt, tells himself he deserves it, and exhales the smoke slowly with his eyes closed.

For a moment, he just sits there, his arm draped across his knee, which is still pressed into Itadori’s knee, and tries to pretend that everything is fine. It’s normal. It’s just a crush. It’ll go away. He would rather die with longing in his heart than risk living long enough to experience a loss that will crush him.

When he brings his hand back up to take another drag, fingers on his wrist stop him in his tracks.

“Fushiguro.”

“Itadori?” He turns his head and opens his eyes in the same movement, wondering if there’s a problem, if all the actions he took to be obsessively vigilant were for naught, if somehow something got the drop on them. “What –”

The press of Itadori’s lips against his own shuts him up fast and leaves his mind spinning and his lungs devoid of air.

What?

Why…?

Itadori makes a noise at the back of his throat – soft, questioning, encouraging – and Megumi forgets every reason he has ever had on why this is a bad idea.

He kisses back.

It’s not a desperate kiss. There isn’t a sudden light switch that flips on and turns them into feral horny teenagers crawling all over each other, desperate to touch in as many places as possible as fast as they can. Three points of contact is all they started with and all they still have. Their knees, digging into each other in a way that almost hurts, but the warmth is so strong that it doesn’t matter. Itadori’s fingertips oh, so gently resting against Megumi’s wrist, not even touching skin. And the tentative slide of their lips as Megumi tilts his head and Itadori seems to crack a smile.

Itadori’s lips are chapped, and Megumi can feel the texture of scar tissue as they blindly search for an angle that feels better than the others. It probably wasn’t meant to be a long kiss when Itadori first leaned in, but Megumi can’t bring himself to pull away even though there’s absolutely nothing physically holding him here. The instinct to jerk back with his hackles up is there, just under his skin, but every exhale of Itadori’s sounds like a blissed-out sigh as it shivers across Megumi’s cheeks, and he finds himself more and more willing to just have this.

Itadori is the one to break the kiss, but he doesn’t go far, resting his forehead against Megumi’s and just breathing into his space. Megumi feels like he just ran five kilometers; it’s impossible to suck enough oxygen into his lungs to stop feeling lightheaded. His cigarette is still between his fingers, slowly burning itself down to the filter, but Megumi has completely forgotten about it. 

“What was that for?” Megumi whispers, eyes flicking back and forth looking for clues in the depths of Itadori’s eyes. It’s an accusation, yes. They could have kept pretending. The pain at the end of this is going to be unimaginable. But it’s also a desperate plea. 

Don’t pretend it didn’t happen. Don’t apologize. Don’t say you didn’t mean to.

“I don’t know,” Itadori admits, and that crooked smile is back, perching on his mouth in a way that tempts Megumi to kiss it away. “Good luck? Felt like the right time.”

Megumi drops the cigarette by his foot and moves his hand to Itadori’s face, cupping his cheek and the curve of his jaw. He can feel himself shaking with adrenaline and the fear of an unknown dark path laid out in front of them. “You’re an idiot,” he says, but even he can hear the fondness in his voice. 

“Mhm, yeah, you’ve said that before.” Itadori’s hand covers Megumi’s, and the shaking subsides. “But you kissed me back, so what does that make you? Reckless?”

“Insane,” Megumi offers, just to hear Itadori laugh. He isn’t expecting the second kiss that follows, but he’s glad for it, anyway.

It’s funny, he thinks, even as he pushes a little closer and sighs into the shape of Itadori’s mouth, that regardless of the church behind him, regardless of the temples he has walked through time and again, regardless of the habits he hasn’t broken of prayers during the new year in exchange for fortune slips that hold no merit to him – despite religion flowing in and around his life, there is no higher power in the universe he believes in as much as he believes in Itadori. 

If anyone can defy fate, if anyone can push through to the other side of certain tragedy, it will be Itadori. 

Start by saving me, he had said, and this isn’t exactly what Megumi had meant. But his chest is warmer than if he had tipped back some sake, and he certainly feels like he could face down a special grade curse and win right now.

They’re not going to have forever. They may not even have twenty-four hours.

But they have tonight. They have right now.

“You better not die tomorrow,” Megumi warns, just barely breaking away enough to speak.

Dying alone is all but a guarantee for jujutsu sorcerers. One day, one of them is going to leave the other behind, and it’s going to rip the survivor to pieces and scar like a phantom limb. Even without a confession, their feelings have splattered like a hemorrhaging wound onto the staircase between them. No amount of backtracking, of lying, of pushing each other away could mop it up now – they’ve left a stain, and their hands are doomed to always have each other’s blood caked under their fingernails.  

“Would be a shitty good luck kiss if I did,” Itadori says before leaning back with a smile as broad as the sky.

Megumi pushes him away with the hand on his cheek, and Itadori’s laugh overtakes the crickets and the wind and the far-off traffic as he pulls himself back into Megumi’s orbit with their fingers tangled together.

[knockyasocksoff2022]

Dazai's a jerk when he's sick.

From last year's Sicktember prompts.

Chuuya's Perspective:

Something slams into me and I jolt awake. I sit up and look around but the room is dark and the only other person around is my partner, and he’s fast asleep. Damn brat must’ve kicked me!

The clock says there’s still an hour before I need to be awake, but once I’ve been woken I don’t fall easily asleep again so I might as well get ready, while I can still have my coffee in peace before Osamu wakes up.

Before I can finish it though my stomach starts growling fiercely. Normally as soon as we get up Osamu starts making breakfast, but today he’s still asleep.

Huffing I walk back into our bedroom to wake my husband, I do feel a little bit guilty for waking him early but I need food.

I shake his shoulders, but he stays perfectly still. I do it again, but still nothing. It’s strange, because of his insomnia, he’s always easy to wake up.

Finally, I resort to yanking the covers off. He wakes immediately. 

“WHAT?” His voice positively drips with annoyance and anger, he glares daggers at me. It catches me off guard and I don’t answer. “Oh, so you just woke me up for nothing, is that it?”  He takes the duvet from the floor and begins to lay back down.

At last, I unfreeze, whatever guilt I had before gone, “Hey! Asshole, wake up, I need breakfast, and you owe me because you kicked me out of bed!” The words come out harsh, my tone matching his.

“I don’t care.” is all he says his eyes not even open.

We go back and forth for a while before I end up dragging him out of bed and into the kitchen.

“I can’t cook, it’s too cold in here.”

“It is not! It’s 22 degrees, you’re fine, now please hurry up, I’m starving.”

“I’m not hungry, why should I cook if I’m not going to eat?”

“Osamu, stop being a lazy bastard, we’re going to be late.” The words are exasperated more than angry.

“Hmph!”

With a sigh that sounds suspiciously like the word slug, he starts cooking. Breakfast takes way longer than usual and is a little burnt but I’m hungry so it’ll do. True to his word, Osamu doesn’t eat with me, opting instead to go back to bed. Maybe whatever grumpy monster possessed him this morning will have left his body when I wake him up next.

While he sleeps I dress and ready myself for work, when I look presentable I go to poke the beast.

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I thought he might be less of a demon after a bit more sleep but, apparently not.

When I shake him this time he wakes immediately.

“Can’t even a dumb Chibi like you see that I’m trying to sleep!”

“What did you just say?” annoyance boils under my skin, I don’t want to do this again.

“I said you’re dumb,” he says curling back up.

I yank away the duvet and extra blanket he added, “Say that again, I dare you?”

“Chibi is dumb, as in stupid, and clearly has hearing problems, now go away and let me sleep!” His voice is cold, it ticks me off.

“You have to wake up. You have a job you know. I mean I don’t know how they haven’t fired you yet, but you at least need to go in.” 

“Leave me alone, Chuuya.” his tone is the same one I use when I’m warning an enemy not to try me. What’s with him today? I mean, he’s always kind of a disrespectful dick but, damn.

I make my tone just as cutting, “Well I can’t leave you here, you’ll probably burn down the house and kill yourself or something. Now get up and get dressed, you’re late.”

“I said LEAVE ME ALONE, CHUUYA!!!” his voice sounds like a roar, so loud it scares me.

“Jesus, Osamu, what’s with you today, it’s unlike you to be this shitty? You know what, don’t answer, it’s fine. I don’t even care, go to sleep and die, that’ll make me really happy. I’m going to go to work like a contributing member of society.” and with that I walk out, locking the door behind me.

—

When I get back the house is completely silent, Osamu must be out in the river or wherever he plans to stage his latest attempt on his life. My words from this morning come back to me, I told him he should just die. . . . No, he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t take that seriously. He knows how much I love him, right? It’s fine, he knows I didn’t mean it. The self-assurance doesn’t work very well.

I start to get up to go look for him when I hear loud coughing and then a thud of something human-sized hitting the floor. I run towards the origin of the sound, our bedroom, and throw open the door.

Osamu lays on the floor, on his back, looking rather disoriented. He must’ve coughed so hard he fell.

“Huh?” he sees me, “Oh, Chuuya, how long have you been here, are you going to help me, or not?” His voice is still bitter but the scratchiness of it cuts down the intimidation factor. . . and then he breaks into a coughing fit, and it doesn’t stop the coughing continues and continues a seemingly endless supply of wet hacking coughs bursting out of him so quickly it even looks painful.

I rub his back, my anger long forgotten.

When the fit finally ends his nose is runny and he scrubs it on his sleeve. I can practically feel the heat from his pale body by just being next to him, but I put my hand on his forehead anyway. He’s burning. 

Guilt sweeps through me, when I shook him and when I yanked him out of bed he’d felt warm but I’d assumed that it was just from the blankets.

“You’re sick.”

“No, really?” he croaks

“Come on, let’s get you something for that cough.”

“No, I don’t wanna move.”

“Fine. What have you taken today? Have you even eaten anything today?”

“You think I’ve been able to get out of bed like this?” his sarcasm remains strong even as his voice slowly crackles out.

I ignore it, knowing an argument is the last thing he needs right now. “Okay, I’ll take it that’s a no. Well, you need medicine as quickly as possible so, I know it isn’t really ‘sick person food’ but can you eat some tonkatsu? It’s all we have in the fridge, and you gotta eat something before I give you medicine. Your stomach’s okay, right?”

He nods, I think his voice must be completely gone now.

He pokes at the breading of the pork, slightly soggy from being in the fridge, and pouts, shoving it away.

“Well, sorry, Your Royal Highness, shopping day is tomorrow and I didn’t have much to work with.” I huff, trying not to get annoyed.

With a scowl, he pulls the plate back towards him and begins to peel the breading off.

-

When he’s finally finished, (I swear he ate so slowly just to annoy me, his hatred for medicine aside) he pouts again.

“You’ve gotta take this. You’re warm as hell, this isn’t just something you can sleep off.”

He shakes his head. His voice is long gone, but I can read his lips: “Nu-uh.”

“Yuh-huh. Open up. And don’t you dare act like this is the most disgusting thing you’ve tasted, I‘ve seen you eat year-old canned crab.”

He narrows his eyes, testing me. At last, he huffs, nodding sharply and holding up a finger. One.

“Yeah, just one big sip. I’ll make coffee after, kay.”

He takes the cup, sniffs it then mock gags. 

“Arse.”

-

Five minutes of convincing later, the cup is empty. I groan, my anklebone sore from sitting on the hardwood floor like that for so long.

“You’re a jerk when you’re sick, you know that.”

He nods again, then waves me off towards the kitchen, muttering, “Coffee.”

-

When I return he’s fast asleep.

I can’t help but laugh. “Jerk,” I whisper to no one.

[love-on-mars]

Im not sure what or where the source is so take this with a big ol grain of salt BUT ive heard mick apparently would show up to photoshoots with messed up lipstick bc he would be eating a girl out right before… So, what if reader was one of these lucky girls in that situation ;3? Probably around the time of shout at the devil or theater of pain, since that was when the crue were doing the most stage makeup :3 (thank u!!!!!)

HIIIII!!!! I’m so sorry this took so long writers block is kicking ass. I need to find out where you learned about this for….reasons…..

Anyways I hope you like it!

Warnings: oral (f! Receiving), mild language, mick being unholy.

Mick Mars x Reader

Lavender Lips (18+)

Having a rockstar boyfriend had its ups and downs. The best upside are you get to see just how sexy he can be in his stage outfit. It’s always a treat to see him on stage wearing it, but up close? It’s impossible not to gawk at him.

Mick sat in the dressing room, just having finished putting on his ‘Shout at the Devil’ attire, waiting for you to come in. You two met before he joined Motley Crue, during his Vendetta days. Your sweet yet mysterious nature allured him into talking to you at one of the venues they played, and he instantly fell for you.

You also had a very spontaneous personality, which he had a love hate relationship with. As much as he loved to see you have fun he didn’t want to just run off and potentially get lost, but it wasn’t always so bad….

As you walked through the door you went straight to Mick, admiring the costume and makeup he had on. You loved the demonic look it gave him, you especially loved the dark fuchsia on his lips.

“Don’t you look ravishing…” you teased, you had always wanted him to take you in costume, but hadn’t had the opportunity yet.

Mick looked at you up and down, you were wearing a black shirt and skirt with some fishnet leggings. Simple, but tempting for the ghoulish rockstar. “As do you, my love…” he purred, stepping towards you with a sly smirk on his face.

In an instant his lips were on yours, wandering your body hungrily. Whenever he wore his stage outfit it brought out a more confident and bold side of him, almost as if he was possessed.

Mick gently lifted you up to sit you on the dresser, pushing aside whatever was in the way. As his hands found your now dripping core you realized what he was after, “Mick we can’t…you have a photo shoot…don’t wanna mess up your costume do you?” You whined out, wanting to go further but knowing he had a job to do.

“Well, maybe I don’t have to for now…” he smiled, kneeling down to remove your skirt and fishnets, along with your underwear gently. He spread your legs to reveal your drenched pussy, aching for his touch. He looked up at you as if he was asking if this is ok, you smiled down at him giving the confirmation he needed.

Immediately he began to lap and suck on your folds, instantly attacking your clit. You jolted are the feeling, letting out a small whimper. Mick had always been a master at making you come undone within seconds, even if he was barely touching you.

He looked up at you to watch your face twist into pleasure, feeling your hands in his hair only Pushes him on more and more. The most unholy and wet sounds coming from where you both meet.

“Mph…Mick the photoshoot…” you moaned as he teased your clit. “They can wait, I wanna make you cum first.” He declared as he sucked at your clit harshly. Suddenly two of his fingers slid into your warmth, pumping in and out slowly. He quickly picked up the speed of his fingers as you trembled, your orgasm inevitable.

You put your hand over your mouth to try and muffle your moans and whimpers of pleasure as Micks fingers curled up to brush your g-spot, making your legs quake and your eyes roll back. “Such a sensitive little thing…it’s ok sweetheart, cum for me…” he cooed.

You screamed into the palm of your hand as you came, Mick lapping up as much of your sweet nectar as he could. He slowly stood up, and helped you put your clothes back on. As He admired your beauty, you looked up at him and began to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” He said with a smile. “Your makeup is all smudged!” You exclaimed through giggles. Mick looked in the mirror behind you and shrugged. “It’s fine, make me look more demonic.” He smirked.

“Mars! Time to go cmon!” A man’s voice boomed outside the room. “Be back soon baby. Then we can have some real fun.” He said as he kissed your forehead.

As Mick walked into the set, the guys gave him knowing looks and smirks. “He’ll yeah old man! Get some!” Tommy shouted. Mick ignored him, needless to say the old man took his sweet time with his beloved, who said he couldn’t get some excitement every now and then?

[serickswrites]

could you add me to the tag list for Eyes Like Fire? also, how to you organize all of your WIPs and tag lists? i can barely keep my few WIPs untangled in my head

- @eyehartart

Hello, friend! I absolutely can add you!

Ok, so the tag list is the easy part because I only tag people who reblog, comment, or reply to a post (the likes are just beyond my brain at this time), and of course if people message or send an ask for me to add them. As for how I organize all my WIP, it's a really shitty system, but I have a notebook that I put all the stories I want to continue in. I put one per page and I put the general plot (like how many parts, what happens in each part) and then when I'm ready to write it, I put it on a word doc (or sometimes they sit in my drafts on tumblr depending on my mood). My notebook is a bit of a monster right now because I have filled it, so I have loose pieces of paper, post its, and notebook paper jammed in it because I refuse to get a new notebook to fill until I finish writing all the pieces in it. I used to have multiple notebooks at a time, but that was really stressful. I highlight a story once it's completely written and I put paperclips on the top of the pages that still need to be written.

I also keep notes on my phone because if the idea strikes and I don't have my notebook with me I have to write it down somewhere. It's really not a good system, but it works for my brain. I continue pieces on request, or if I see that it's getting good traction and I wouldn't mind continuing it. More often than not though, when I post a piece, I already know (and have likely plotted) that it has multiple parts--usually because I envision the ending and have to work backwards.

I hope this answered your questions! In the mean time, please enjoy another 'Eyes Like Fire', which, fwiw, is actually not fully plotted. I am lowkey pantsing this one lol

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

Warnings: destruction, mayhem, unconsciousness, magic, binding

Villain hadn't moved from where they lay. Hero slowly crept forward. They didn't have any salt, but they couldn't let Villain get up and continue on their rampage. They had to do something.

The demon seemed unconscious, Hero realized as they pulled out their phone. They didn't need salt, but they needed something to bind Villain so they could no longer attack the city.

Hero scrolled until they found a binding spell. They quickly skimmed the spell, reasoning that they would remember it more once they got going.

"I'm not going to let you destroy my home. I'm going to stop you. And send you back to where you came from," Hero muttered as they grabbed the chalk they always kept in their pocket.

The spell was simple, draw a circle of power, draw the binding, say the incantation, and then, boom, demon would be trapped and bound. Hero worked quickly. They couldn't risk the demon waking up. Didn't want to risk. They didn't know why Villain had fainted and they weren't about to question this boon. They just needed to stop the demon.

They stood back to admire their handy work. They had drawn a crude circle around the demon, large enough that they didn't have to get too close--Hero remembered something about their ability to possess different bodies if another body touched their current body. Hero felt bad for whatever person this demon had possessed. Once they bound the demon, they would look up the exorcism spell. One thing at a time.

Hero quickly muttered the spell, they had to do this before the demon woke up. They had to work quickly. Villain groaned as Hero muttered the final word. Villain blinked up at Hero, their eyes glinting with the reflection of fire deep within. Hero had never seen a demon with eyes like fire. "What--" Villain's words suddenly cut off as the magic took its course.

Hero was ready. They had beaten a demon! But as they watched Villain rise and step out of the circle, they realized they had made a mistake. This wasn't a spell that would bind Villain to the circle. This was a spell that bound them to the spell's caster.

"Oh fuck," both Hero and Villain said in unison as they realized what had gone horribly wrong.

Tags: @wankusbonkus@st0rmm@pigeonwhumps @eyehartart

[janetbrown711]

Little Lion Man

Pigsy sends the kids off with Tang for a field trip to the zoo on the eight year anniversary of his abandonment of Sandy. Surely he will be perfectly fine on his own, especially if nobody calls him. And surely Tang will be fine handling the kids on his own for the first time ever. Everything is fine.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 10 Part 10.5 Part 11

Ao3 Link

Pigsy woke up to his alarm on October 14th the same way he did every goddamned year: with his alarm blaring, dread in his chest, and a lump in his throat. It was aggravating– even when Pigsy made an effort not to keep track of calender dates, his body just knew– it just fucking knew. Then again it probably didn’t help that today was also the day of the field trip to the zoo that Tang was chaperoning for MK and Mei– which was good, but also meant for weeks all he’d heard about was today’s date.

The last time he ever talked to Sandy.

Pigsy was going to open the restaurant. He had every year since that godawful call. He had to. It wasn’t like he ever wanted to close it though– that would be stupid. He needed the money. ‘Sides, Pigsy never closed– unless it was for the kids. But that was different. This was nothing. A memory. Something that happened eight years ago. Pigsy was fine. This didn’t matter.

Sit up. Crack the back. Turn off that stupid alarm. Breathe.

He’d lived here for over a month, but it was still difficult to adjust to the fact that while this room certainly had the space for a kitchen, he’d actually have to go out for any of that.

Unlike that day. Or night, really. It was 2:46 AM when he’d gotten the first call. He’d just gotten home from spending the night with some lady demon at a stupid ass bar. He was exhausted from the drinking and hollering and had just wanted to crash into bed, and when he saw it was an unknown number he just ignored it.

“PIGGY! I CAN’T FIND MY BACKPACK!” Mei called from the hallway.

The chef rubbed his eyes. “Have you looked in the closet?”

A bit of pause.

“NOT THERE– OH WAIT–” Pigsy chuckled a little as he heard things being tossed. “FOUND IT!”

“Well there you go, kid. Get ready.” He called out and with a quick patter, she was gone.

Find a clean shirt. Put in one arm, then the other. Make sure the buttons aren’t crooked. Find pants, one leg, then the other. Find socks. Realize all of your socks are a mess. Realize you are a mess. Put them on anyway. Find shoes, tie them. Breathe.

Pigsy was glad he wasn’t going on the field trip. Of course Mk and Mei had practically begged him, but it was a good step for Tang to have them for a couple of hours. Sorta like ‘testing the waters’ or whatever. ‘Sides, he was feeling hungover, despite the fact he didn’t drink at all the previous night. Or– week, for that matter. Either way there was a headache and he didn’t feel like making breakfast.

MK was already dressed and waiting for the pig demon at the kitchen island, feet swinging happily with the kind of pure joy radiating on his face that only a child could possess.

“Morning Pigsy!” He said, leaning forward. “Whatcha gonna make today?”

“Cereal. I’m tired,” Pigsy grumbled, pulling down a box of ‘Monkey Charms’ and some bowls.

MK laughed a little. “You’re tired a lot, Pigsy.”

“Yeah. I am,” Pigsy sighed, going to the fridge for milk, disappointed to find there was barely enough for two bowls– but whatever, he’d just skip it. Wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it.

MK was content though, scarfing down his food at his usual quick pace while he tried to talk about the latest episode of The Ninja King while Pigsy brewed himself a pot of coffee and tried to listen.

He hadn’t even had time to take his coat off when the phone rang again. With a grunt, he set it on the counter, upset he saw it was the same unknown number. He had gone to pour himself a glass of baijiu. It had stopped ringing by the time he finished drinking it.

“...And then Monkey King– er– Monkey Ninja King was all like ‘Watch this suckaaaaa’ and did a backflip, snapped the bad guy's neck and saved the day! It was so cool, Pigsy– I love cable,” MK finished, snapping Pigsy back.

“Sounds kind of violent, don’t it?” Pigsy didn’t have an issue, he just wondered how a kid like MK would like something like that.

“Eh, it was cool,” MK shrugged with a grin, eating more cereal. “Plus, it was to defend this lady monkey so it was for honor and stuff and the greater good.”

“Well that’s good I guess,” Pigsy shrugged to himself.

“MK-! Do you have my– Cereal? Why cereal?” Mei stopped in her tracks.

“What’s wrong with cereal? Don’t you like it?” The chef frowned a little.

“Nooo, I dooo, it’s just– I dunno– boring?” Mei shrugged.

“Well it’s what you’re getting today. Mr. Tang can buy you two some lunch– and if he can’t, then tell him I’ll pay him back,” Pigsy rubbed his forehead and went back to his coffee.

“Ughhhhhhhhhh, okay,” Mei groaned, taking her seat and complying.

The machine beeped and Pigsy grabbed his favorite mug and poured.

With the blink of dissociative eyes, Pigsy was already out the door and dropped the kids off at the school, and apparently he’d lit a cigarette somewhere along the way too. He wasn’t supposed to– he knew MK hated it, but he couldn’t smother it no matter how hard he tried.

“Hey you two little monkeys-! You ready for the field trip?” Tang snuck up on Pigsy and cheered for the kids who quickly joined in.

“I wanna see the monkeys! I hear they got cool nets and stuff and you can go through tunnels and stuff and they’ll move around you,” MK grinned big, glad to step away from the smoke a bit.

“Well I wanna see the reptile room. I wanna see me a big old lizard boy,” Mei announced.

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for both, you two,” Tang laughed before turning his attention to Pigsy.

“Are… you okay?” His face immediately fell.

“Bad morning. Have fun with the kids,” Pigsy half-lied, not wanting to get into it and figuring a simple explanation would keep him happy and at least slightly unworried.

“Oh– uh– will do then,” Tang winced a little, before adding– “Try not to smoke too much, though.”

Pigsy snorted weakly before saying motionless goodbyes and heading off to the restaurant by himself.

In the subway, his phone rang. Pigsy’s breath hitched as he fished it out and immediately hit decline, not even bothering to check caller ID. He also didn’t get rid of his cigarette when someone told him it wasn’t allowed on the train. He rode in silence, until he was suddenly unlocking the door of the restaurant.

8:32– he was late.

How, he didn’t know– maybe there’d been a delay in the train. Maybe he’d done something wrong– well that was probably guaranteed but– ugh, he didn’t have time for this. He set his cigarette in an ashtray and started prepping, startled when half way through slicing chives he realized he already had another in his mouth, and the stench was starting to burn his throat.

Get it together.

Suddenly he was finished with both the cigarette and the prep work and so opened at–

9:03– still late.

This time he saw himself fish out his reds and lighter but he didn’t even bother to try and pull back.

His phone buzzed to life again at 9:32, when still nobody had arrived at the restaurant. He took it out of his pocket but instead of answering, he placed it on the counter and watched it buzz and buzz and ring and ring and ring and ring and– Why hadn’t anyone arrived yet? It was a friday for crying out loud– Pigsy was supposed to be busy by now– his hands were supposed to be clocking in orders and he was just supposed to be lost in the circadian rhythm– they were supposed to fucking be here already.

When the phone finally stopped buzzing, Pigsy scrubbed down the restaurant one– two– three but still by 10:19 nobody was there. Nobody. Not a single soul.

Alone.

…He wasn't supposed to– it was technically illegal, but he opened a bottle of rice wine and began to drink, the dry mix of sweet and sour clashing with the ash and toxicity of tobacco. It was god awful and didn't do anything to make Pigsy feel better but he continued to drink anyways as his world just started to spiral in his head.

Nobody was there.

Was he even reading the clocks right? It was morning– people should be here– they shouldn't let him do this– he shouldn't let him do this–

His phone rang again.

Enraged, Pigsy snatched the phone from the counter and grabbed another bottle of wine (having finished the first) before storming up the stairs into the mostly empty apartment that was in the process of becoming an office/hang out space for MK and Mei. He set the phone on the counter and sat at a stool and watched it as his mind tugged him further and further back into the past.

Pigsy popped open the bottle and took a long, long swig.

.o0o.

Annoyance had flooded Pigsy’s senses when the phone rang a third time that morning, and despite his instincts to just hang up and block the number, he answered.

“Hello–”

“Pigsy-! Thank the stars you answered– I-i—”

“Sandy? The hell happened to your phone?” Pigsy poured himself another glass of baijiu.

“Pigsy– l-look, I-i– I don’t know what to do– I-i didn’t know who to call– I-i–”

“Woah, woah, woah– slow your roll here, man,” Pigsy huffed and took a sip. “The hell happened? Are you– crying?”

“I-i’m in jail, Pigsy– b-but look– you gotta listen to me– whatever they tell you, I-i didn’t mean to, okay? She was my world Bajie– please–”

All humor left the air and Pigsy set his glass down. “Sandy, you gotta calm down. I can’t understand you with all this weepin’.”

Harsh words– too harsh.

“Pigsy please, you gotta help me–”

“Sandy, stop– Just–” Pigsy rubbed his forehead, leaning on the sink. “It’s way too late for this, and you know I got delivery day tomorrow– ‘sides, bail is closed on the weekends.”

“I just– Xin– you know I-i love her– b-but I thought– she looked like one of ‘em– the enemy soldiers– I didn’t mean to hurt her, Bajie, you know I never would.”

Pigsy’s eyes widened, a lump forming rapidly in his throat.

“Sandy… what happened to Xin?”

His friend didn’t reply.

“Sandy, answer me," Pigsy slammed his fist against his fridge.

Sandy, the tall and stoic and brave, just started blubbering like a baby again and all Pigsy could do was shake his head to stop realization from hitting him, but it settled in nonetheless.

“B-bajie– I swear I didn’t mean to– I didn’t mean to– It was an accident– I thought sh-she– A-and now– I-i can’t live with myself– Bajie please–”

Pigsy took his trembling legs to the table where he lowered the phone and poured another drink through rapidly cloudy eyes.

Hai Xin was the kindest woman alive and the perfect soulmate for Sandy: tall, strong, honest and confident. She was everything Pigsy couldn’t have ever been– she made Sandy happy.

And now she was fucking gone. Because of Sandy. Because of the war.

Because of Pigsy.

“–Bajie y-you have to help me– you know I didn’t mean it– I never would– I loved her– I loveher– please–”

“Jesus fucking Christ Sandy– what the hell do you expect me to do?! Y-you killed her–! I-i can’t–”

"Pigsy, please. No one else knows me like you– y-you’re my best friend– you have to help me," His friend wept.

“Friend???” Pigsy laughed bitterly, tears falling down his face. “I-i– I’m not your friend, Sandy– Friends don’t do this to each other.”

“B…Pigsy, you don’t mean–”

“Of course I fucking do! I-i– I can’t do this– I can’t be with you– I-i–” Pigsy buried his face in his hands.

“Pigsy… please… It was an accident– please believe me…”

Pigsy shook his head violently before having to take several deep breaths so he could spit out, “Get a lawyer, Sandy. A good one.”

Sandy gasped on the other line– “W-wait, Pigsy– plea–”

Pigsy hung up, poured himself another glass of baijiu, and chugged it down before collapsing into sobs.

.o0o.

Sobbing.

Pigsy was sobbing.

He was sitting at the same fucking table, in the same fucking apartment, holding the same fucking phone– that phone– that ringing, unceasing phone– that stupid fucking cursed phone that had destroyed everything–

In half a heartbeat, Pigsy stood and threw his phone against the wall with all his might, shattering it into bits and pieces instantly. He was almost startled by the monstrous force behind it, before he touched his face and realized he had completely lost his glamor.

Long tusks, scarred cheek, wild and matted fur, and roughly seven feet tall– probably 700 pounds too.

He looked like the monster he was inside.

Pigsy immediately sank to his knees and wept– he wept and wept and wept and wept until he was on the floor next to the completely empty bottle of rice wine, sharp pain infecting his chest as it felt he forgot how to breathe.

“S-sandy, I– *hic* – I-i didn’ mean– I’m so– *hic*–sorry,” He gave meaningless, useless, pathetic apologies to the swirling apartment around him. Painful ringing filled his ears and all he could do was cry and cry and cry and cry.

Hai Xin was a saint. Sandy was a saint. And Pigsy? Pigsy was what you saw– a filthy, disgusting, violent, destructive, addicted, fat demon who can’t ever solve his own goddamned messes and was now intoxicated, miserable, and alone.

His vision started to blur as the pain and agony in chest grew. He tried drinking more wine to drown out his disappointment and wrath but by now the bottle was empty so he threw that aside too, glass going everywhere.

Broken pieces– shattered lives– what was Pigsy even doing right now?? God– he totally destroyed his phone– what if it was Tang who called? The school? Were MK and Mei alright? What about Tang? Were all three of them– he shouldn't have left them alone– he shouldn't have left any of them alone. This was his fault. He was a monster– a beast– a murderer– a–

“Mr. Zhu?” A soft voice sent Pigsy shooting straight up, and he immediately swung a punch in that direction, but the (glowing???) figure dodged with perfect ease.

Pigsy landed on the floor with a heavy thud and he cut himself on some of the glass from the wine bottle. He turned back to them, anger still bright in his eyes before the glowing figure touched his arm, and a deep calm washed over him, relaxing his breath and muscles before he could focus his eyes and realize that the bright figure was just–

Gatita..???

“Pigsy– are you alright?” The woman touched his oversized, beastly arm with zero hesitation, which made Pigsy flinch.

“G-gatita– I-i wasn’t– *hic*– expecting you,” He struggled to sit up.

“It’s okay, Pigsy, you’re okay– you're just having a panic attack, just breathe for me,” Gatita assisted, getting him against a wall and kneeling in front of him.

“Th-the kids– they’re– *hic*– are they okay?” He grabbed shoulder. with all his might, making her wince, and he let go in a panic.

“Hey, hey– easy there,” She tried to soothe. “The children are fine, Mr. Zhu– I’m asking about you; What happened? Why didn’t you answer my calls? Why are you up here?” She sat in front of him so he was forced to look at her.

Pigsy’s hands fumbled for his cigarettes in his pocket, but Gatita gently pulled them away from his hand.

“Mr. Zhu, I need you to be forward with me,” She looked at him so softly it hurt. “What happened here?”

Pigsy blinked slowly. “Y-you’re the one who– *hic* –called?”

Gatita nodded. “I was hoping to have lunch with you; have you take the day off to chat and see how you’re holding up.”

Pigsy laughed, covering his eyes with his hand. “Sandy… Xin…”

The woman nodded solemnly. “I’ve heard.”

“You’ve– oh shit– Gatita– please– y-you– *hic* –you can’t– the kids– please the kids–” Pigsy shook his head as tears streamed down his fur.

“Hey now,” Gatita said, and another calm wave washed over the demon against his will. “Nobody is going anywhere, nobody is getting taken away– it’s okay.”

‘It’s okay.’

When was anything ever “okay”? How could ruining your best friend's life and getting someone else killed ever okay?????

“Leave me alone, Gatita,” Pigsy growled, eyes red.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mr. Zhu– you are deeply unwell, and you need help,” She placed a soft hand on his giant cheek.

Pigsy glared. “You should be– *hic* – afraid of me.”

Gatita chuckled and wiped away a stray tear. “I’ve seen my fair share of demons, Mr. Zhu, and you’re a rose compared to them.”

Pigsy grunted his disbelief, before asking, “Why were you calling?”

“Well… if you want to think of it in professional terms, then it’s because I know that my client–Mei–’s wellbeing is directly tied to your wellbeing. However, I like to think of it more as me being fond of you and wondering how you’ve been holding up since I last saw you,” She assured him gently.

“You calling is what set me off in the first fuckin’ place– I mean– goddamn– six– seven times–?”

“It was only twice, Mr. Zhu,” Gatita looked genuinely confused.

Pigsy blinked. “N-no, you had– who–?” the demon shook his head, “Doesn’t matter– phone’s fucking broken,” he gestured to the shattered pieces before rubbing his face. “God, I’m such an idiot– I’m sorry– I just– I–”

“You’ve hurt yourself,” Gatita noticed the cut in his hand.

Pigsy growled, “S’what I get for breakin’ all this shit.”

"Broken glass can be swept, and a phone can be replaced, Mr. Zhu, but a life cannot," she frowned softly, reaching into her bag and pulling out a bandage.

“God– you think I don’t know that?!," Pigsy snapped, startling her.

For weeks he had pleaded to never had heard that phone call– that he'd go to Xin and Sandy's wedding in two months as planned. That he'd be the best man and give a sappy speech and everything would feel okay and Pigsy would be satisfied knowing Sandy finally had someone good in his life and he could become the recluse in his restaurant like he was always meant to be.

He wished for– begged for– prayed for a way he could've possibly made things better– but once the newspaper arrived and the details of the trial were released, he had known the best thing he could do was disappear.

His Nana had stopped him.

"Hey, hey– it’s alright, just breathe for me–"

“Hai Xin is dead because of me, Gatita,” Pigsy snapped. "I cant just fucking 'breathe' that away!"

Gatita went silent for a moment, closing her eyes before unwrapping the bandage and placing it on his hand.

"Mr. Zhu… feeling guilty and torturing yourself or even getting yourself killed won’t bring her back– you must understand this," she pleaded. "MK, Mei and Tang need you, and I will not watch idly by as you throw yourself away."

Pigsy sat up a little. “I-i wasn’t– I’m not–”

Gatita looked deep, deep into his eyes.

"...It's just a bad day."

"You don't have to be alone, you know."

"I've been alone for eight years, Gatita, and I’ve always been just fine, and I’ll always be fine–"

"You know you didn't turn on your sign. The one outside."

Pigsy blinked. "...What?"

"That’s why nobody was in the restaurant. They thought you hadn’t opened.”

The demon shook his head. "But that's… nonono, I always–"

"Mr. Zhu, look at me."

He hesitated but obeyed.

"You are not fine. You are not okay. You made terrible mistakes in your past and they have wounded you severely. You need help and not just for your sake– but for your family's too."

"They aren’t my family…"

Gatita gasped in quiet heartbreak and Pigsy quickly corrected himself.

"I-i don't mean it like that– I-i just– I-i can't. I'm not good enough– I'll never be good enough– I mean– look at me!" Pigsy laughed pathetically. "I'm a seven foot drunk fucking monster with giant tusks and claws and just– I can't. I-i can care, I can watch, I-i can protect, but I'll never– I can't be a– I'll kill them."

Gatita instantly wrapped her arms around his thick neck and squeezed tightly, saying nothing and yet everything at the same time. For some stupid, pathetic reason, Pigsy hugged her back and allowed himself to cry in her embrace.

“Mr. Zhu… you are not cursed, and you are not a murderer. What happened was an awful, awful accident that isn't anybody's fault," She said, still holding on.

Pigsy shook his head. "I'll kill them one day– I will, I will–”

“Pigsy–" She let go.

“All I do is hurt people. A-and yeah, I can try, but I’ll fuck up just like my pops did and then they’ll turn 18 and never, ever want to see me again, and with Mei’s fancy schmancy inheritance they can move to the otherside of the world for all they care, a-and–”

“Pigsy, look at me.”

He did.

“Your father is not kind to himself. Neither was his, or his father and so on and so forth. If you want to break this pattern, you must believe in yourself and that you can be better,” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“How the hell’d you know that?” Pigsy snorted in contempt, and Gatita frowned.

“That doesn’t matter,” She waved him off. “Let me ask you somethinge: do you think the kids would be happy seeing you like this?” She asked.

Pigsy shook his head and meant it.

He could practically imagine it– MK standing frozen by the door at the sight of him– terrified of him throwing that bottle. Mei would yell at him for scaring MK– say she hates him, or say she wished she’d prefer her babysitters or nannies anyday compared to him. She’d find a way to hurt him– she would. They’d never trust him again. And Pigsy would deserve it.

“Children are impressionable creatures, Mr. Zhu. Their minds are so susceptible to every little thing and pattern– not unlike monkeys, really,” Gatita laughed a little before shaking her head. “But I digress– what I mean is… well… Would you like it if the kids, having heard or seen your self-abusive tendencies, began to mimic it?”

“No-! That’d be–...” Pigsy’s eyes softened in realization. “That’d be awful, ma’am.”

The lawyer smiled at him wearily. “You need to take care of yourself, friend. For the children’s sake because– well– pardon my bluntness, but the last thing they need is to lose another parental figure.”

Her words hit like dagger in his chest, but at least the message was loud and clear.

“I-i don’t… I don’t wanna fail ‘em, I just feel like I will anyways…” He whispered, looking away.

“The best way to make sure that doesn’t happen is to take care of yourself, Mr. Zhu,” She placed a soft hand under his chin.

“But I– I don’t–”

“You may think you don’t deserve it, but don’t the children deserve a happier, healthier guardian?”

“Then give them to Tang-!” Pigsy shouted. “I-i don’t know why or how I was chosen, but I am very clearly not the best guy for the job– I mean– look at me– really, really look at me.”

She did.

“Do I seriously look like I could ever be a ‘happy, healthy guardian’?” He asked, voice cracking.

“Mr. Zhu, you do not understand how much deliberation went into your eventually selection– while Mr. Tang is good and kind and–”

“–And human?” Pigsy glared.

“...and intelligent, he cannot provide the level of protection you can. He lacks your bravery and tenacity and your resourcefulness– he is a great man, but he is not the protector and caregiver they need,” She took two of his fingers and squeezed them, since his hand was far too big to be held.

“...But what if I ruin ‘em? What if–” Pigsy swallowed a lump in his throat– “What if one day that light in MK’s eyes just… fades. What if Mei stops joking around? What if something hurts them– what if I hurt them? What if it’s all my fault and they really would’ve ended up better off with some fancy schmancy royal life instead of being with me? What if you were wrong?”

“There is nothing that cannot be overcome with love, compassion, and care– and that includes to the self,” Gatita didn’t waver a second.

Pigsy opened his mouth to speak, but Gatita held out a finger.

“Think of it this way: if you had the option of boarding a bus with a driver that hated himself, never got any sleep, and was smoking and drinking, versus one with a bit of temperament but always arrived on time and with care, which would you feel better about picking? Heck– which one would you want MK and Mei to ride with?”

Pigsy closed his eyes and bit his cheek before shaking his head. “Dammit Gatita– you make this really hard.”

The lawyer laughed. “I’ve had a lot of practice over the years.”

Pigsy didn’t doubt that.

Gatita dusted herself off and stood. “Look– how's about you let me take you home, I’ll make you some tea, lend you an ear for any other thoughts or feelings you have– or we just watch a movie, go for a walk– and overall just relax until the children and Tang get home and I’ll let you take it from there, hm?”

Pigsy sighed, running his hand through his fur. “I… yeah, I guess that does sound kinda… nice…”

“Wise decision,” Gatita winked and offered her hand.

Pigsy didn’t take it right away though, glancing at her nervously.

“I… I really, really don’t wanna hurt ‘em…” he confessed.

“You want to know something?” She asked.

Pigsy nodded.

“No good parent wants to either,” She whispered with a wink.

Pigsy laughed a little. “Guess I can’t argue there, huh?”

Gatita shrugged. “You put up a good fight– reminds me of an old friend,” she once again offered her hand.

This time, Pigsy took it, shrinking back down to his glamored form, though stumbling a bit forward since he was still quite drunk.

“Feeling any better yet, Mr. Zhu?” Gatita smiled softly and helped stabilize him.

“It’s Pigsy– and… yeah, I guess I am… thanks.” Pigsy couldn’t help but give a weak smile in return.

“Anytime, Pigsy,” Gatita nodded a little. “Now let’s get you home and get something other than two bottles of wine in you, hm?”

“Ugh– is that what happened? Jeez, I really am a mess,” Pigsy cringed.

“You’re a work in progress,” Gatita patted his arm before getting the door. “Shall we?”

“Yeah… yeah– let’s go,” Pigsy nodded to himself and together the pair walked into a brighter day.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Clip Show: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated.

Castiel has never been to Bunker before, so when he sees it for the first time, he's shocked to say the least. You want to be there for him and to help him in whatever he needs, but everyone can tell you're distracted. The pain and the feeling of pushing down the issues with Robert is taking a toll on you.

You want to let it out, Dean knows you want to let it out, but you can't seem to muster enough courage to do so. You're scared the same thing will happen when your dad died... or worse. Dean needs to make sure you know he is there for you, and he has to come up with a plan to give you the safe space you're craving.

If you're going to move on like Charlie did, then you know you need to do this.

Dean's not having an easy time with this either. He's cried himself to sleep after he knows you've gone to bed, he has nightmares all the time, and he's trying to bottle it down himself. He's always wanted a son, and yeah, you two can make another one, but Robert was his first son.

It'll help if you two can cry about it together.

If you're going to complete the third trial, you have to know how to cure a demon. There must be something in this Bunker that will help with this, which is what Sam and Dean are doing. You're with Castiel since Dean refuses to be with him alone. Dean isn't over Castiel's betrayal, and he has every right not to be over it.

You just see more than what's in front you. Castiel was manipulated again, but this wasn't his fault.

"Please tell me that's everything," you say when Sam and Dean bring in the third round of boxes.

"Yeah, not even close," Dean chuckles. "You see, the Men of Letters kept files on every demonic possession for the last three hundred years. I mean, we've got Borden and Lizzy, all the way to Crane, Ichabod."

"That's impressive," you mutter.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asks his brother.

"Honestly, my whole body hurts. I feel nauseous and I'm starving at the same time, and everything smells like rotting meat."

"Maybe you should take a break," you suggest.

"Y/N, the only thing that's gonna make me feel better is finishing this."

"I'll go get you some food to keep your strength up."

Dean leaves just as Castiel walks into the room. Dean is still hurt, but like you said, it's understandable. It's easier to forgive him this time than last time, so you're on your way to.

"Morning. I like this bunker. It's orderly."

"Oh, give us a few months. Dean wants to get a ping-pong table."

"I've heard of that. It's a game, right?" Castiel groans as if he's still in pain.

"Are you okay?" you ask.

"My wound isn't healing as quickly as I'd hoped, but I am getting better. You're getting worse."

You get up and walk to Castiel before playing both hands on his cheeks. Your magic flows through his body, but it only heals a little bit. His wounds are far more extensive than your magic allows.

Still, Castiel appreciates the gesture.

"Thank you."

"Well, two trials down, one to go."

"Do you know what the final test is?"

"I have to cure a demon."

"Of what?" the angel chuckles.

"That's what we're trying to figure out."

"Well cure means to heal, make better, and to rehabilitate. Demons are scum and the lowest of the low. What if we're curing a demon of itself. You know, back to human?"

"I guess there's only one way to find out."

Dean returns with a plate of food for Sam--a soup he's good at making.

"Eat up. This is all I could make with what we have."

"I'll go food shopping soon," you promise.

"Sweetheart, I got it," Dean says and kisses your temple.

"Dean, I can go with you," Castiel offers, but he ignores him. "Dean. I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For everything."

"Everything? Like ignoring us? How about bolting off with the Angel Tablet, then losing it because you didn't trust me or Y/N? You didn't trust us. Me."

"Yes."

"That's not gonna cut it. Not this time. So you can take your little apology and you cram it up your ass."

"Dean," you sigh.

"Dean, I thought I was doing the right thing."

"Yeah, you always do."

"Hey, uh, do we have a room 7B?" Sam asks, breaking the tension.

"Should be downstairs. Why?"

"I need help. Both of you."

Joanna and Maryann stay upstairs with Castiel while you three head downstairs to the storage room.

"Why would you leave them alone with him? He can't be trusted," Dean argues with you.

"You don't hear her when Joanna asks for her uncle Cassie. I trust him even if you don't. You don't have to trust him, you just have to trust me."

"Dude, go easy on Cas, okay. He's one of the good guys," Sam backs you up.

"If anybody else, and I mean anybody, pulled that kind of shit? I would stab them in their neck on principle. Why should I give him a free pass?"

"Because it's Cas."

"What are we supposed to be looking for down here?" Dean changes the subject.

"Anything on case 1138. It was a class five infernal event in St. Louis on March 8, 1957."

"Class five infernal event?" you ask.

"The Letters have this whole rating system. 'The Exorcist' would have been a class two."

"So, class five is really special. Why?"

"It was weird, I guess. One of the files just had a note written in the margin about room 7B and the word 'weird' with three exclamation points."

You three look through the boxes when Dean notices something on one of the shelves.

"Check this out."

Dean unhooks something from the shelf and pushes, revealing that there is a room behind the shelving unit. The room is bare except for a chair in the middle of the room. On the ground is a huge devil's trap.

"Is that a devil's trap? It takes up half the room." You walk inside and see chains on the chair. "These chains have spellwork etched into them."

"We have a dungeon. Finally!" Dean laughs. Sam shakes his head and searches some more before finding rolls of film like they used to have in the old days. "What do you have there?"

"Movie night?" he asks and holds up the film.

You three head back upstairs where Castiel is talking with Joanna and lightly swinging Maryann on her baby swing. There is an old movie projector that holds that kind of film, so Sam gets it set up. Once the film is in, everyone settles into chairs to watch.

The movie starts off in black and white, but what else did you expect? Someone is holding the camera, and there is a man wearing a priest outfit sitting on some steps, smoking.

"Simon, we're filming."

"Um, hello world," he chuckles.

"So this new ritual we're going to see, This new type of exorcism, how does it work?"

"I don't know. It's my first time," Simon says nervously.

The camera moves to a mirror so you can see who is filming. You gasp when Abaddon shows up on screen. You can only imagine this is the woman who she took over.

"Wait, is that Abaddon?" Sam asks.

"It's not kill-y enough. It's got to be the chick she possessed."

A woman can be heard in the background, and she is screaming and moaning. She is tied the ground with chains, and Simon joins another priest inside the room.

"Hurry, we must do it now," another priest says urgently.

"Dead! They're all dead! Everyone you ever loved," the woman growls with black eyes.

"Hey, those chains look exactly like the ones in our dungeon," Sam says.

"In your what?" Castiel asks, a bit surprised.

"Demon a leash... cool."

The two priests begin the exorcism, tossing holy water onto the woman. She is crying out in pain, but that doesn't stop them from torturing her. One of the priests cuts his hand and covers the demon's mouth with it. Her eyes shine so brightly that Abaddon's meatsuit moves the camera away to her. You can see how worried she is. When she moves the camera back onto the woman, her heart is missing.

"She's dead. Where's the demon?"

"Stop filming."

"What happened?"

"Will you just stop?"

The priest walks towards the camera, and that's when the movie ends.

"Well, that was weird... with three exclamation points," Dean says.

"That wasn't a normal exorcism. They changed the words."

"I believe 'lustra' is Latin for wash or cleanse," Castiel says about the language they used.

"Oh, yeah, because the most freaky thing was the vocabulary. What about the bloody high five or the chest burster? Anything else on the film, like director's commentary or a sequel, maybe?"

"Yeah, listen to this." Sam types on his laptop and brings up an article. "The older priest, Max Thompson, bit the dust in '58, but the younger one is still alive and still in St. Louis."

"Do you think this kind of weird is worth the drive?"

"Dean, we've seen everything in those folders. This video was all new. Yeah, it's worth the drive."

"Alright, let's roll." Everyone, including Castiel gets up, but Dean stops him. "Not you."

"Dean," you sigh.

"Sam is more damaged than I am."

"Yeah, well even banged up, Sammy comes through."

"Dean, I just want to help."

"We don't need your help. Just stay here and get better."

Sam and Dean leave you and Castiel in the library alone. Castiel is sad that he's lost Dean this way, but he hasn't lost you.

"Look, it sucks what you did, but you were being manipulated by people you thought were good. Dean will come around, just give him time. I know you want to help, and it would really help me if you stayed here and watched my kids."

"I understand. I will watch them."

You lean up and kiss his cheek, but leave the library to get ready. Joanna is excited she gets to spend time with "Cassie", and Maryann is happy being with the people who love her. You meet up with Sam and Dean by the car, and Dean grows angry that the kids aren't with you.

"They're coming with us."

"They're staying here with Castiel."

"He can't be trusted!"

"Then trust me!" you shout back. "Trust that I would never put our kids in danger. If I truly thought Castiel was bad, I would not leave them here. They're staying here. End of story."

You get into the backseat without another word. Dean can't sit here and argue when they have somewhere to be. He rolls his eyes and gets behind the wheel before pulling out of the garage.

It's only an eight-hour drive to get to the church, and Father Simon is more than happy to talk to you when you get there.

"Father Thompson had some unorthodox ideas, which is why the Men of Letters were interested."

"Unorthodox how? How could you 'save' a demon?"

"A demon is a human soul that's been twisted and corrupted by its time in Hell. Father Thompson believed that you could wash that taint away and restore their humanity."

"Do you believe that?"

"I don't know what to believe."

"This ritual can cure a demon, though?" Sam asks.

"I suppose, if it worked, but that night, something went terribly wrong. The Demon escaped into the world, and that poor old woman... It was horrible. I know father Thompson kept trying. There were other possessions and experiments, but I couldn't face that again. Then, a few months later, he was dead."

"How'd that happen?" you ask.

"Something tore him apart."

"Do you think it was the demon that escaped?"

"In my heart, yes."

"Did he keep any--" Sam coughs and tries to get it under control. "Did he keep records or--" He keeps coughing. "Do you have a bathroom, maybe?"

"At the end of the hall," Father Simon points in the direction.

"Thank you."

"Is he alright?"

"No, actually. He's far from being okay. It's why we're here, actually," you sigh.

""I don't understand."

"Short story is Sammy is gonna take whatever shredded your friend and every other black-eyed bitch out there, and he's gonna get rid of them for good."

"He is? In his condition?"

"Father, over the past couple of months, I've seen him do shit that I didn't even think was possible. I mean, he's miserable and he's hurting, but you know what? There's not a doubt in my mind that he's gonna cross that finish line. Not one. So, will you help us?" you ask.

"I'll get Father Thompson's things for you."

"Thank you."

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[k-s-morgan]

Those Gentle Slopes: Snippet

Not sure which number it is :D Most of you picked scenario 2, which is Sebastian speaking with his acquaintance from hell while Ciel is sleeping in his arms. This takes places during the first night in Barymore’s house (from the dog-centric episode). 

Option 3 will probably be included in the next snippet unless I manage to finish the chapter before that! 

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Gremory paused, her features creasing in worry.

“It’s just me, Sebastian,” she said slowly. “I’ve not come to fight you. You know I wouldn’t.”

He did know. The problem was that his body refused to cooperate. It vibrated with agitation: his power thrummed under his very skin, coiling and preparing to tackle any threat to the boy who slept in his arms.

“Sebastian?”

“I understand,” he gritted out. Rasping even one word was an accomplishment, so he switched to the low hissing that neither humans nor angels were able to decipher. “But I ask you not to come any closer.”      

Gremory froze like a statue. She dropped the pretence of having to breathe, studying him with her dark gaze and waiting for him to calm down.

It didn’t happen. With an effort, Sebastian managed to shake off the immediate violent response, but this was the best he was capable of at the moment. Tension remained, twisting his body and pushing it to assume its true form.

“What are you doing here?” he asked thinly. Gremory came to life again.

“I stumbled upon information that you will find interesting,” she said quietly. “When I located you, I sensed the presence of… that thing,” her nose quivered, as if she found the stink of the angel unbearable. “I thought perhaps you need assistance. What is going on, Sebastian?”

“I don’t know yet,” he replied. It was mostly a lie, but he didn’t care. He felt no desire to share his conclusions with Gremory. She could be a powerful ally against the angel — however, he would not use her offer to help unless he decided that the danger was too great and Young Master needed more defenders, which was unlikely.

Sebastian had sworn to protect him and he would. He didn’t need other demons for it.

Gremory looked even more bemused now.

“If the angels are involved in the life of this boy for whatever reason, perhaps it would be better to retreat?” she suggested. Her voice was careful, like she thought any wrong intonation might make him snap.

She could be right.

“I’m considering my options,” Sebastian said. He cradled the boy closer, covering the back of his head with his hand possessively. “If I deem the danger too significant, we might relocate to Hell for some time. Until I figure out what to do.”

“‘We,’” Gremory repeated. There was incredulity in her voice that Sebastian didn’t understand. “You mean you would bring a human to Hell?”

“Is this not what you suggested?”

“When I said ‘retreat,’ I meant you. Alone, without your Master.”

Gremory had never been obtuse, but perhaps something had changed in the time Sebastian hadn’t seen her.

“In case you’ve forgotten, we are responsible for the lives of our contractors until the contract is fulfilled,” he reminded her impatiently. “Until it’s over, the boy goes where I go and vice versa.”

Gremory blinked, a strange expression passing over her face. None of them said anything for several minutes.  

“I don’t know if you misunderstand me or if this is your way of showing that you refuse to entertain my idea,” she replied after the silence grew uncomfortable, “but I’m not going to insist. Do as you wish. But be careful. Angels have never interfered in our contracts before.”        

“My lord does seem to attract the attention of various supernatural creatures,” Sebastian agreed. There was an odd kind of pride in his voice, and Gremory must have caught it because she frowned.

Then she glanced at Ciel Phantomhive, and a snarl escaped Sebastian’s throat before he could intercept it. He cursed internally when Gremory’s eyes widened.

“All right,” she said after another pause. “I can see that you are… agitated. If you don’t need my help, I’ll leave you be. But first, the information that I wanted to share. It came to my knowledge that a human in London has been attempting to summon a demon for the last two months. Your current contractor is the object of his interest. Naturally, no one dared to respond to his summons, but I thought you might want to know.”

The disbelief at such news was so overpowering that Sebastian couldn’t bring himself to feel anything else. Even anger didn’t come — it froze in equal confusion.

“And what does this person want from my Master?” he asked when he found his voice again. Gremory hesitated before making a quick, vague movement.

“Nothing unusual. The man has some… desires… that he’d like to quell, and your Master is his latest object of interest.”

With how carefully she tried to speak, she must have been trying to avoid provoking him further. Sebastian reluctantly appreciated it. He didn’t need the specifics, not now, when his blood still ran hot from the expected confrontation with an angel.

“Name?” he snapped. Gremory gave him a startled glance.

“Baron Annesley,” she said. “Do you know him?”

[austajunk]

Mayhaps we could get 10 + 35 (Specifically Slutty Clothing) for Fubuki/Shinigami? Also would you do the prompts for individual characters?

Gotcha. Let's have some ClockGami action in the Mystery Labyrinth. Fubuki gets on Shinigami's last nerve while they're investigating and Shinigami simply has to punish her. Fufufu.

But I'm not sure what you mean by doing the prompts for individual characters??

Nevertheless the fic is below the cut.

Triggers: Humiliation, forced clothswearing, slutty clothing, and exposure

Inside the ever shifting halls of the Mystery Labyrinth, Fubuki Clockford and her clumsiness had created too many errors at the expense of Yuma and Shinigami. At least, that was how Shinigami viewed it. After the two women had separated from Yuma while investigating, the God of death couldn't help but to let her eyes run down Fubuki's voluptuous figure and let a few sordid ideas fill her mind.

This resulted in a long velvety curtain falling around the two women and locking Yuma away from them completely. Yuma gasped and immediately tried to find some opening in the curtains, but it was to no avail. He could see the feminine shadows of the women beyond the curtain and called to them.

"Hey! Shinigami! Bring Fubuki back!" He commanded, digging his fingers in the curtain fabric to try and rip it open. The red drapes held firm like they were a solid door.

"Uh-uh! Sorry, Master!" Shinigami sang back to her Master's demands. "This sheltered skank has got to learn some humility! And I'm gonna teach it to her! Courtesy of Shinigami's Skank Punishment Curriculum!"

"Oh my…" Fubuki cupped her mouth, completely stunned by the change of surroundings. And worse, she was locked in the curtain with the one person who kept insulting her. That blasted demon! "I told you! I can accept 'skank', but if you have the nerve to call me 'sheltered' one more time-!" Forgetting about being cut off from Yuma, she marched right up to Shinigami and jabbed her forefinger into her chest.

Shinigami raised an eyebrow, a devilish smile curling at her lips. "Oh… wanna try me?"

From outside the massive, drawn curtain, Yuma could hear nothing but the scuffle between the two women. Fubuki was trying to say something in retort to Shinigami's challenge, but her voice was suddenly cut off. Afterwards he could only make out the sounds of grunts and groans rather than actual words. He swallowed nervously and tried pressing his ear closer to the curtain.

"Shinigami! Whatever you're doing in there, I already know it's too far! Let Fubuki go!"

"Oh, quiet down, Master! I'm almost done!" Shinigami shouted back before applying the finishing touches to her little obscured project before her.

The rookie detective paused. Would Shinigami actually hurt Fubuki? He knew she could be possessive and especially cruel when she didn't get her way, but…

"Shinigami, open the curtain!" He tried again.

"Okay, geez! We're all done anyway!" Shinigami's voice said as the curtain slid open.

Yuma's face relaxed. "Thank goodness… you two shouldn't just…ah…"

He couldn't even finish his sentence as soon as the red drapes pulled back. Before his very eyes, Fubuki was presented to him but not in the clothes that she had entered the curtains in. Quite the opposite. Her coat and leggings were traded for a tight, black corset that only rose up under her bare chest. With every breath of air, her breasts went an inch higher thanks to the support of the new corset on her body. Beneath it, however, was only a garter belt that hung across her waist and a long pair of thigh high boots that raised her bubble-shaped ass into the air. Yuma felt his face go insanely hot and red at the patch of blue curls just above her pink slit. Her body quivered in the cool air and the noises she tried to make upon being exposed to him were blocked by a thick, ball-shaped gag shoved between her lips. Lastly, her arms were secured behind her, bound through several loops in her corset.

"F…Fubuki?!" Yuma fell back, clutching his chest. Shinigami smirked down at her work while she was in the middle of removing Fubuki's braid and straightening out her hair.

After she finished, the God of death kicked back and made a rectangular frame with her hands, placing Fubuki between it like she was going to snap a photo. "Whaddya think, Master? Huhhhh? I got this skank some appropriate attire! Isn't this the best?" She gave Fubuki's crotch a playful slap. Fubuki snapped her eyes shut and squealed, nearly stumbling over. "Geez… she's actually cute like this!"

The heiress sniffled and tried to turn away from Yuma, not realizing that doing so only flashed him her rear. In turn, Yuma tried to divert his attention to the sky, the crime scene that he was investigating, or the buildings around him. Anywhere but being caught staring down a practically naked woman in this Labyrinth!

"O-Okay, Shinigami," stammered Yuma, covering his face. "That's e-enough. Give Fubuki back her clothes!"

"Aw, what?" Shinigami whined. She put her arms out to guide Fubuki back over to them. "Look, Master! Her pussy's totally twitching. She's into it…girls can be total perverts too!"

"Wah!" Yuma shut his eyes and threw his hands up. No matter how much of a pulse he felt between his legs, he couldn't just exploit his fellow colleague like this. "Stop it!"

A pout crossed Shinigami's face and she shook her head, her long, lilac pigtails sailing in the wind behind her. If only her Master understood what was truly in a girl's heart…

"Oh, well!" She said brightly. "More for me then." She slipped behind Fubuki and cupped her chest. Each breast filled her hand as she rolled the pink nipples between her thumbs.

Fubuki groaned, her breathing sharp and fast through her nose. She wriggled in Shinigami's grasp, her face completely red from the humiliation. She didn't know how she could ever live this down, whether it was from being exposed in such a shameful outfit or being on display for someone like Yuma. The state she was in was too atrocious for words and yet, the tweaks to her nipples from Shinigami had her arching her back and offering herself up. Her mind spun in circles. It shouldn't feel so good to be demeaned by this horrid demon woman, should it?

She continued to writhe to the playful tweaks and plucks at her nipples until Shinigami's nails slid down her bare stomach. "Mhnnn…" Fubuki blinked and her breath hitched in her throat. Even she could see where Shinigami was heading, somewhere that made her eyes widen.

One finger slid up her folds and teased her clip with a light touch. "Hn!" Fubuki squealed, bucking her hips. It wasn't so much the pressure the death God was using. If anything, Shinigami was merely toying with her. Never once had Fubuki been touched like this, but the devilish woman made her feel like the heroine trapped in the clutches of the evil ruler on her quest. Was the corrupting evil force supposed to feel this good? Two fingers rubbed her clit together, drawing slow, needy moans from Fubuki's lips that couldn't be blocked by her gag. When she opened her eyes, she saw Yuma peeking from behind his hands.

Yuma was watching her? Fubuki was too transfixed with Shinigami's fingers inside of her to care. Her hips bucked on those digits and the groans spilled from her lips. One finger, then another slipped into Fubuki and before she could cry out, Shinigami caught her lips and kissed her over her gag. They connected with Shinigami holding the heiress steady in her arms, driving her fingers deeper into her slick pussy.

Watching the scene unfold before him, Yuma still managed to ignore the urges boiling within him and wondered if he should stop this before it went to the point of no return. Then, dumbly, he reminded himself that fingering was probably indeed past the point of no return! He was about to interject when Shinigami had kissed Fubuki and the heiress had leaned into it, closing her eyes. Sure, her arms were restrained, but Yuma could swear that she was… falling for Shinigami for a moment.

His eyes lowered to catch Fubuki using her unrestrained knee to brush the death God between her thighs. Shinigami smirked, leaving Fubuki's lips with a longing nip that dragged. Fubuki blinked and flushed, turning her face away.

"Oh, don't even, you total skank!" Shinigami hissed to her, giving the blue-haired heiress a loving nuzzle. "You know you wanna squirt all over my fingers. You're lucky I'm so nice… but I'm still not gonna take your attitude lightly from here on out…"

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CH. 39 - i've fallen from heaven to walk on hell

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Mei followed closely behind Kagura, her towel clutched tightly to her chest. She didn't know which direction the two were going, but she continued to walk. Curious, cautious, and calculating each step, she didn't realize how further behind she was growing from Kagura being so transcribed in her own thoughts.

She almost tripped over her own two feet. Kagura on the other hand, kept her focus forward. She could smell the stranger growing closer and closer in proximity. It didn't worry Kagura as it did Mei for Kagura already knew what to expect. The poor creature, still willingly searching for Naraku's forgiveness. It almost made her pity the poor thing.

It begged and begged for Kagura to end its suffering, for it to walk the underworld in mourning of a love it once thought to be true. She could feel its sorrow in its words, but a part of her was relieved that she was not the only one suffering to Naraku's selfish devices. She knew deep down that once the "goal" was finished, so would she be. And knowing that it wasn't just her that would end a fate of drifting into the void made her... Reluctantly, just as bad as he.

But she would never admit it. Never at all.

Kagura paused her steps, causing Mei to practically stumble over her footing. Curiously, she blinked her eyes, looking over Kagura's shoulder while she remained forward.

"Kagu-"

"Shh." Kagura silenced Mei. She held up her fan in protest, motioning her hand to signal Mei forward silently.

"Look in that clearing." she pointed. The creature, with its head down, sobbed its indefinite sorrowful tune. It moaned in pain as the acidic foam seeped out of its eye and darkened the ground in front of it.

Its limbs grew weaker at the attachment site. Barely dangling onto the flesh, one could see what was once pinkened flesh brown and blacken in a spotted fashion. Its fingertips white, the base of its hand a grey-tinted green. Its torture was one of a thousand demons never wished to endure, but here it was. Suffering endlessly until its body naturally gave out.

And considering it was a demon itself, nobody but it knew when that time would come.

"Naraku..." it groaned, "Please free me from this.... It hurts. It hurts so much..."

Mei barely could watch. She knew the name the demon called all too well. Hearing how pained this- this creature was calling out his name made her stomach churn. She gritted her teeth hearing it call him over and over again. She couldn't take it.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up! You liar. Naraku didn't do this. Shut up!

Her foot began to move before she realized what she was doing. Kagura only noticed the brisk gust of wind going past her before realizing it was Mei.

"Ah- Mei! What are you doing?" Kagura's eyes grew in agitated worry. This damn girl!

Standing at the edge of the bushes, she watched carefully before interjecting. What was going through your mind, stupid girl?

'"You! Creature. Why do you keep calling his name?"

Mei stood with her arm outstretched. In the offensive position, she gritted her teeth and watched the demon's overall disposition.  Seeing it head-on made her nauseous at the smell alone. It was rotting flesh being burned to the bone. It almost made her vomit but she swallowed whatever reflex came about.

The demon waved its head Mei's direction, revealing its blind eyes. It couldn't even see her, but the clench of its disfigured jaw made it clear it still had its senses.

"You know nothing of Naraku! Speak your reason for calling his name and i'll leave you to suffer quietly!" who, or what, was coming out of Mei to defend Naraku in a way. She felt her cheeks burn but it made her spiral into a possessive rage hearing it continue to call the man who has been good to her. It brought up the conversation with Inuyasha all over again which only infuriated her more.

Without answering her, the demon laughed. It was a pained laughter, but the fondness continued to remain.

"You... Smell of him. You are not him... Yet you clearly are one of him... Tell me, girl. Do you really know of Naraku?" it wheezed in agony. The acid ran down its arm and pooled at what she figured to be its feet.

"I was you, many moons ago. Hopelessly in love with a demon of the underworld who only loves himself. I knew nothing more than to do what he asked, but I didn't ask him was it permitted to fall in love."

Mei backed away, covering her nose as the smell persisted around her. But it was something besides this demon's words that stunk.

"I've killed for him. Pillaged entire villages with my own army from the underworld. I've given him my body countless times before it was resorted to this pile of rotted flesh before you. If I am not mistaken, I was beautiful like you. And I was gullible, like you."

"Naraku was and always will be my first love. And nothing of this world will take that away from me. I can smell that you are of a demon blood. And of an elite one at that. Heed my words, girl. If ye have any sense about you, run far and fast before Naraku uses what you value most, and that's-!"

Before the demon could continue, multiple gusts of crescent-shaped blades flew between the strange demon and Mei. Sheilding herself, Mei jumped behind a thicket of bushes to avoid the blades. Dust surrounded the two, to the point it was nothing but rusted-brown smog blocking her vision.

When the dust cleared, Mei emerged from her covering. She saw the creature, its head tilted back and mouth agape. The acidic foam ceased its production as it laid there finally in death's embrace. She walked up to the creature and only slightly, it could make out a stray tear leaving its misshapen eye and a smile of relief decorating its lips.

As it continued to smile from its release, its body disintegrated into blackened dust, cascading into the winds and back up into the heavens from where she presumed it once came.

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𖤐  ⸻  The question makes his blood turn to ICE. He's spent so long trying not to think of what'll happen if they catch him that delving into the truth with anybody makes him feel like reaching inside of himself and scraping his brain clean out of his skull.

You know what your problem is, kid? Too many thoughts. You got all this SHIT going round and round like a carousel up in here! I'm totally gonna have to clean up when I—

Peter squeezes his eyes shut, heart now hammering against his ribs as he buries the heels of his palms into his sockets. He may have escaped their first ritual, but Paimon had still consumed the lives of his family; swallowed their very essence and, by extension, swallowed him too. The link has been formed. They've TOUCHED— and the host can never come back from that. Too late, it's too late.

❛ ...they've tried this once before, ❜ he says gently, reactive to the way Daryl pokes him; it registers in the form of him reluctantly opening his eyes and looking at him SQUARELY, an undeniable worry in his face. ❛ Before the world ended. Before any of this. They, um— ❜ His voice quavers, brow furrowing deeply. Remembering his family, especially Charlie, is always excruciating. He can't bear to say it. ❛ ...killed people in my name. Three sacrifices. The final victim, the demon possessed and made her take her own life. In front of me. To make me weak. Before I woke myself up from the shock and ran away, I... heard one of their members say that THE LASTING DEATH was complete. That they could take me 'home' now. ❜

Peter takes a shallow breath, willing the horrific memories away. The despondent— and yet all too pleading— look in his mother's face as she'd sawed her own head off with a piano string; the sound of her flesh ripping and tearing as he'd stared silently up at her, wet-eyed and catatonic; the feeling of realising that he WASN'T ALONE UP THERE. It's almost too much to recall, his face now pale, a cold sweat claiming his forehead.

❛ Before me, they're gonna kill people. They're gonna do it terribly. They're gonna take their heads and— and DO SOMETHING with them. I don't know what; put them in places, set them on top of effigies, fuck them, something. That's what makes it all start. They say there's nothing more personal than your head. It's what makes you you, because that's where your mind lives. So they take them. They take them and they bastardise them so that none of the victim stays. ❜ He pauses, feeling sick and frail; three times his actual age, at least. ❛ ...and me? When they get to me, they're gonna love me. In the only way they know how. They're gonna give me the 'gift' of Paimon. Th—They're gonna— ❜ The tears that're building up are involuntarily. It's all just so awful, so goddamn sickening that he can't stop them. ❛ They're gonna beat the hell out of me. Make my mortal body weak. Make it crave. Then they're gonna feed me— and what do you think they have on them as food? Whatever they've done with those heads before, they'll be there waiting for me on their version of a platter. Not dead. The bodies they belonged to will be before me, kneeling in prayer. They'll be people that I knew. They'll chant this demon's name until these heads are eaten— a-as much as they can be. And then they'll conclude the ritual. They'll let him in, and he will heal, ingratiated by their offerings. ❜ Peter sniffles, angrily swiping an arm across his face before finishing with an almost cold:. ❛ ...and I'll be gone by then. He'll displace my mind, or eat it, I don't know... and then we'll ALL be fucked. ❜

hundreds. if there's one number that daryl is not expecting to hear, it's hundreds. now peter's words are getting a little less believable again: a weird cult hellbent on getting their hands on one guy? sure. strange books and symbols? par for the course. but there being that many people? just imagining it makes daryl's throat tighten up as a sickening taste rises from his gut. there can't be. can there? as inconceivable as it feels for there to be another group that large wandering around the virginian countryside, peter did say that he's from utah. depending on how long this has been going on, many of their members could have come from anywhere.

hundreds. with that many bodies, it would be like the saviors all over again. one charismatic leader and enough people believing in the doctrine being preached— it's the same story in a different font. and it feels a little medieval, doesn't it? daryl didn't see them wear hoods, but it's not difficult to imagine a dark moonlit night, richly colored cloaks hanging from the arms of a circle of prophets and the flames of a sacrificial fire licking at the midnight air.

hundreds.

god, what has he done? what is he going to do?

he should talk to rick, carol, michonne, maggie, ezekiel— they all need to know. but at the same time, what is he realistically going to say? that there's a cult after this kid, that they're hundreds deep, and that they should try to protect him because daryl just has a feeling that it's the right thing to do? the leaders and consultants of their communities have long been receptive to daryl's intuitive feelings. but this isn't something they know. this isn't natural. fuck.

what is he even thinking? he can't ask all of their communities put their lives, homes, and limited supplies at risk for the sake of one guy when they otherwise have no quarrel with this other group. it doesn't make enough sense. it would be like he hadn't learned anything from their experiences with negan. but there's a nagging inside of him, a pointed jabbing he can't ignore even as he actively tries to push it away, that tells him that he will do just that— with or without everyone else.

‘ be honest with me. ’ daryl steps toward him again, but this time it's gentler. there's no more threat evident in his stance, though his finger does raise to poke with some force into peter's chest.

‘ what would they do t'you? ’

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⛓️ Dirty Mind ⛓️

Adrian Chase x Succubus!Reader

warnings: violence, guns, brutal murder, +18 content, slightly of blood kink, masturbating (m and f receiving), blowjob, biting kink, soft dom!reader and sub!adrian.

word count: 4.6k

A/N: oc/reader based on Evelynn from League of Legends

Y/N's P.O.V:

That night was so calm that it felt like I was in another city, not in chaotic Gotham where criminals freer than birds fight heroes and anti-heroes violently. No sign of the batfamily in action or any other vigilante group, most of the bad guys were having a vacation in the nuthouse or in prison. This meant that my night was free to get by normally, a little off the action on the streets and go to a bar for a drink even though it wasn't possible to get drunk. It was as if I was reading a menu in that place, so many options to try and satisfy myself, those men with evil looks with monstrous intentions. And then I was the villain? No, I'm just making the world a better place by ending the lives of these disgusting people. I had one of my tails wrapped around the neck of a motherfucker who thought he had the right to harass a woman because of what she was wearing, hanging him while making him look into my demon eyes and leaving him helplessly screaming for help while I became his nightmare. When my cell phone started ringing, it made me take my attention away from him and answer it as soon as I saw the name on the screen. "Hey, baby! Do you need me?"

"Y/n, you're on speakerphone" Emilia alerted, causing a sappy smile to form on my lips.

"Do you want me to moan your name? I have no problem with that."

"Y/n-..." She was interrupted by the voice of a slightly distant man on the call.

"Why didn't you tell us you had a girlfriend, Hancourt?" The question made me laugh.

"She's not my girlfriend! She's an old friend.... So, y/n I'm needing your help here" she speaks in the firm way I already knew she was serious.

"Ah dear-" I stop a little as the man who was over my grip begins to struggle. "Just a minute... I'm going to finish up some business" I say into the phone before pulling it away from my face and loosening the grip of my tail on the wretch's neck only to have the sharp tip of the other go through his heart in one swift motion. "There you go, honey! You can tell me what trouble you got yourself into this time" I say as I use my flames to vanish the guy's body.

"We are having problems with a type of butterfly-shaped alien that possesses people and controls them" Hancourt seemed quite concerned as she told me about what they were fighting against.

"When you kill the possessed person, does that thing come out of them still alive?"

"Oh, yes... How do you know?"

"I think I ran into one of them here around Gotham a while back.... But it didn't come out, I burned the body and that thing that was controlling it"

"We have not been as lucky because we are facing an infestation of these things" Hancourt's voice faltered and that was another sign of her concern.

"Draw my conjuration, dear" I say before hanging up the cell phone.

Back to my human form I leave the alley, walking through the silent streets of that chaotic city. I wasn't mad at losing a single night without fighting crimes and maybe it was because I never wanted to rest. After walking for a while longer, I could feel the mark on my back burning and soon Emilia's name came to my mind, I closed my eyes already waiting to teleport to whatever place my friend was.

"Are you sure it will work out?" a younger man's voice comes up this time.

"She never let me down, Vij" I could recognize Hancourt's voice in this conversation.

"Then sex with her must be really amazing!" the same voice I heard on the call says with an animation.

"You can shut the fuck up, Peacemaker"

"Wow, that's my girl! Put them in their place, Em" I say as I step out of the shadows watching the design of my conjuration fade from the ground and then the small cut on Emilia's hand. "It didn't need the blood, pretty girl" I hold her hand giving her a kiss on the cut which soon closes and disappears.

"She doesn't look like a demon.... She's even too hot to be one" the youngest man in the room commented again.

"Cute the way you think kitty but demons can be very beautiful" I walk over to him and examine that costume that hid his real identity. "Is this going to be my snack, Hancourt?"

"Snack?" I could feel the fear and a little excitement in the masked man's voice.

"No, y/n! I think... No!" Emilia was lost for words making me laugh.

"I missed you! You should call me more and not just to get your ass out of trouble."

"So she's a man-eater? Sounds like a porn site category" a tall, muscular man says, making me turn towards him.

"Yes, I eat men in all sorts of ways when they are a waste of humanity" I say as I rest my arm on the shoulder of the masked man next to me. "I hope I don't have to do that to any of you.”

"Y/n, that's the Vigilante" Hancourt says pointing to the masked man next to me. "He is the Peacemaker, that's Economos and we also have Adebayo" she finishes introducing one at a time.

"And that eagle?" I pointed to the bird that was on the table just looking at it, I would say it was stuffed if it didn't move.

"That's Eagly, the Peacemaker's second best friend, after me of course" Vigilante says and I could feel him smiling under his mask. "I'm sorry, buddy" he completes as soon as the eagle makes a sound that sounds like disapproval.

"Right! Now that I know everyone's name-" the man in the blue and green costume interrupts me to say that Murn was still missing before I knew everyone. "Thanks for letting me know, kitten" I pat him on the shoulder.

"You want to know about our plan, y/n?" Hancourt mentioned calling me to her side and showing some pictures of the people who were already possessed.

"Know that hellfire can exterminate them really fast and it's better than waiting for the creature to come out" I say before letting Emilia do her explanation of how they managed to find what was probably a nest containing a large number of these creatures.

After a few hours of looking at photos, videos, and places marked on a map that indicates where the creatures congregated the most, the group decided to wait for Murn, who was kind of the boss of the mission. While I stood chatting with Hancourt in a corner of that horrible HQ, the Peacemaker and the Vigilante seemed to gossip about us without even disguising it.

"This guy has a hard-on for you, it's kind of annoying, like a virgin," I said as I turned my back to them and stood in front of my friend.

"He's just another asshole I have to put up with, you know how it is..."

"Yeah and I kill these types of guys who don't have an ounce of sense and respect" my eyes glow golden in the reflection of an open laptop.

"Be cool, yn! He's not one of those assholes and he hasn't tried anything but a half-assed line either" she says putting her hands on my shoulders to calm me down.

"Now you have me for protection, Em! Assholes will keep their distance if they're smart enough.”

"Hey, pretty girls-" Peacemaker tried to enter our conversation with a smile that took up almost his entire face, stopping as soon as we faced him seriously, but it wasn't enough to get him to shut up. "So is it true that you two played scissors?"

"What the fuck kind of talk is that, man? You sound like a maniac" Adebayo said, really perplexed by his speech and I could only agree.

"Why? If they really had sex there's nothing wrong with asking.”

"Of course there is a problem, you are sexualizing us and you act like every time you look at us that's what you think about." I say already starting to get annoyed so I decide to get out of there before I chop his head off.

I heard some footsteps behind me, I knew that the person was trying to be discreet but just made it clear that he was following me, I soon identified who it was and smiled in a corner.

"Don't follow me, kitten, things can get violent" I turned around immediately seeing the red display on his mask.

"How did you know I was following you? I could have come out for some air" he was lost with his own words.

"And you came out for some air?" I ask, letting a wicked smile form on my lips as I analyze his costume.

"Yes- No, actually I was following you but not as a stalker, I just wanted to know how being a demon works because it sounds amazing and I also wanted to ask if you knew the evil guy" Vigilante spoke so fast that if I hadn't been paying attention I wouldn't understand a word making me giggle.

"Slow down, kitten, or you'll get in trouble" I walked up to him and ran my nails over the mask that covered his face. "This evil guy... Hasn't existed for a long time, I don't know what they have written or preached around, but now the demons are under new direction" I finish my speech stroking the place where the mask ended and the rest of his uniform began.

"Really, they had an election among the demons? Wow, that would be amazing to see, just imagine a ballot box where only demons go to vote" the animation in his voice as he lost himself in these almost meaningless reveries made me smile.

"Your mind is a mess, Vij" before I could mess with the tip of his mask some more, he held my wrist with a force that made me groan. "Bad kitty!" I show my fangs growling for him to release me.

"Secret identity is a serious thing for me, I didn't mean to hurt but I wasn't going to let you take the mask off either, as much as you are very hot and your threat turned me on, I wouldn't risk my real identity for it" he spoke again, but this time more nervously like a teenager about to propose to his first love.

"You got turned on by my threat?" I was still a little confused by so much information he practically threw at me.

"I know, you might think that's weird... I think I'll go back with the others." Before he could turn around I held him by the shoulder.

"Kitten, you've got issues that I like!"

"Do you like it? I have many problems in case you want to know, Peacemaker can number them if you ask, because there are so many... `` My smile widens as I make him nervous and start chattering again.

"Y/n! Murn is back and now we can-" Hancourt stopped his speech when he noticed my hands on the Vigilante's neck but didn't comment. "We can begin our mission, shall we?"

"We'll finish this conversation later, kitten. “

Leaving the masked man behind I enter and return to the group's hiding place, prepared to receive orders and knowing that I wouldn't follow any of them because my way of working is very different. I'm used to working alone, but it's not like I couldn't find some member of the bat family in some struggle and help them out, it was just how I liked things. No distractions, no mistakes and no injuries, that's how all my missions went.

That dawn, we split up to gain access to the house where the butterflies' nest was supposed to be. I was on the roof of another building so I could look through the windows using my powers to identify how many of them were inside. It was all right, Hancourt was behind the house also making contact together with Leota, Murn was using a rifle from the car window to look inside the house accompanied by Economos, Peacemaker was on the other side waiting for the signal and Vigilante-

Shit, where is he?

"Em, where is the masked man?" I ask through the communicator I had received before starting the mission.

"Vigilante? He's with Peacemaker-" before Hancourt replied he answered.

"I'm alone, no sign of him around here"

"I can see all of you but him" I walk around the roof trying to find Vigilante while hiding under the small wall. "Where are you, kitten?"

"Here!"

As soon as I heard his voice I jumped towards him to avoid any more speech that might draw attention from the creatures. Looking at the red visor of his mask I signaled him to be silent, then got off him and crawled closer to the small wall again to see our target and soon Vigilante was at my side preparing his long range weapon.

"Are your eyes golden? Fuck, that's so hot!" he says as he loads his gun and looks through the scope.

"Focus, Vigilante!" the voice of Murn made a presence this time making me giggle.

"You may proceed to the second floor, Peacemaker! All clear." I say as I lean on the wall prepared to jump to the roof of the house.

"What are you doing?" Vig quickly turned to me, taking his focus off the targets for a few seconds but soon returning.

"I'm going to help your best friend not get caught, kitten" I smile before taking momentum and jumping with the greatest of ease onto the roof of the house.

"Everything she does is so- fuck.... I'm getting a hard-on"

"Hey! We're listening, focus on the targets!" Leota exclaimed almost in disgust at the speech.

I reached the floor where there were two butterflies that quickly advanced, causing me to dodge one of them while kicking the other one in the leg, jumping on the wall to use it as a support and throwing my body to attach my legs to the neck of the first one that had attacked me. Taking my real form, I let my tails come out and one of them cut the throat of the butterfly that tried to attack me again, while using my hands to open the mouth, of which I was strangling between my legs, opening it hard enough for the jaw to break. As soon as the body fell I pulled myself together, using my flames to burn the bodies and not let the creature escape from them. I took off my jacket to be left with only a very small top, leaving my lilac skin showing and some black lines forming on my body as camouflage.

"Vij, you can shoot the targets on the next floor now" I say heading towards the stairs to find Peacemaker fighting a butterfly and soon another one appears coming towards me.

Creating a dagger of flame I threw it at my attacker's head which went through and the blade shattered in the skull of the possessed person.

"Nice shooting, sweetie" Peacemaker says walking beside me towards the stairs.

"Thanks big guy" I couldn't help but smile, even if he was an asshole he was helping the mission.

Soon we hear gunshots from the next floor, some noises of bodies crashing to the floor and some kind of roars. We ran up the stairs to reach the place, I signaled Peacemaker to stay on that floor while I went back to the roof. When I arrived I saw one of the creatures trying to jump to where the Watcher was, he hadn't realized it yet which made it easier for the butterfly to attack, but I managed to be more agile by jumping back to the other building and ripping the butterfly's head off right away by burning it.

"That was close, kitten! Glad I was here to save you," I smile walking over to him and stooping down beside him. "How many more to go?"

"Three, but my friend is managing to contain them" Vigilante was facing me, probably staring at me and that made me smile.

Noticing that I was dirty with blood and some fluids from the dead butterflies, I had blood splattered on my face. I knew this from seeing my reflection in the masked man's visor. Vigilante brought his hands to the front of his pants pulling the material to adjust and try to hide his erection, but I still noticed and held his wrists.

"No need to hide it, kitten"

"Mission complete! We can go back now, guys" Murn says over the communicator and soon I see the others going to the van.

"I'll go my way and Vij will go with me" I stated before turning off my communicator and signed for him to turn off his as well.

"Holy shit! You were so violent, breaking one's jaw and now ripping the head off another- It was so sexy and now you're purple covered in blood.... I don't know what that means, but I got a hard-on from that" Vigilante started talking non-stop again, making me laugh and move closer to him.

"I'm lilac, honey... And I think I can help you with your little problem" I whisper as soon as I get really close to him tracing my nails through the material of his uniform.

"Help me? Help me with what? What little problem?" he shivered at my touch and looked down at his own body probably looking for an injury.

"Oh kitty, you're so cute... I would feel sorry for you, but I'm so hungry for you" I licked my lips feeling some of the blood from the previous victims of that night. “I wanna feel you, Vigilante”

"Feel me? I- I don't know what that means- is that some kind of demonic slang? No offense-I just can't think while you're in that top and covered in blood." He stuttered and froze as one of my tails wrapped around his neck.

"Do you want to fuck me, Vij?" I ask in a sigh as I draw a conjuration on the wall beside us.

"I-I do but only if you want to because it wouldn't make sense for that to happen if you didn't want to..." I smiled listening to him, now using my other tail to hold his waist while using my flames in the conjuration that soon took us into what would be a bedroom.

"What-where? What are we doing here?"

"Oh kitty, you have become my new toy, didn't you know?" I pull him close using my tails and soon push him onto the bed I had there.

"T-toy?" The doubt was clear in the masked man's voice which made me even hungrier to be able to feel what he was capable of.

"Yes, dear! My toy that I will use until it breaks..." I say taking off my clothes and sitting on the Vigilante's lap already feeling his erection starting to emerge. "Want to play, kitten?"

"Play? Play what?" his voice faltered as soon as I rolled over his clothed bulge creating a friction that made me moan softly.

"Boy, you're going to ruin me like this.... So innocent but so naughty at the same time" I growl letting my eyes glow golden. "Are you going to fuck me wearing this mask?"

"You want me to fuck you with the mask on?" The desperation in his voice and his hard-on screamed for me to do something soon.

I start to remove the top of his clothes without touching the mask with ease and agility, soon getting a view of his chest and a well-defined abdomen, getting off him to remove his pants and underwear in one move. I again hold his neck with one of my tails to keep him lying down while I move delicate kisses up the inside of his thighs and leave a few bite marks on his sensitive skin.

"I just need one name baby and you will hear me sing it for the rest of the night" I say against his groin, sending the vibrations through his body and making him whimper.

"Adrian- call me Adrian but please- please don't tease me like that" he begged and bucked his hips up making me hold his thighs to stop him.

"What a beautiful name, kitten! Adrian~" I whispered and gave a kiss on the tip of his cock.

"Fuck… Please- please"

"Please what, Adrian? Say it and I will give it to you" I let go of his thighs to now hold his dick in one hand and stroke him slowly.

"Please don't- don't tease me… Make me cum" the words were slipping through his lips in whimpers and he thrusts his hips against my hand.

"I'm going to ruin you, kitten! Gonna make you cum so many times till you can't take it anymore…"

I tangled my other tail around his cock and started to stroke him in a slow pace almost torturing for him while sucking the head of it. Adrian was already a mess of moans begging for more, moving his body to get more attention in that area but it made me hold him down, stopping the blow I was giving him and starting kissing and marking his chest.

"Be a good boy and I let you cum, Adrian"

Whispering dirty words and moaning in his ear made him reach the edge, feeling his dick twitch and he clenching his hands on the mattress was a sign of his close orgasm. Lowering myself on his lap again to face the red tip of his cock wet in precum and twitching in the hold of my tail.

"Let- let me cum, please! Please~" he whimpered and cried a little more before I put him in my mouth.

Licking the veins along his shaft, sucking the head while I still have my tail around him and jerking him off, Adrian bucks his hips against my mouth fucking it desperately making me moan and send vibrations through his body. My fangs rasping in the sensitive skin resulting in a groan coming from the Vigilante, using my free hand to massage his balls and the sudden touch makes him jolt in the bed but don't complain. His legs trembled a little bit, cock twitching in the back of my throat and soon I felt the warm liquid going down making me suck him clean and smile.

"Such a good kitten, Adrian! Can you do it one more time?" I asked, resting my head on his thigh and looking at him through the red visor.

"I don't- Never did- ah I don't know" Vigilante was recovering from his ecstasy, taking long breaths and panting, the words just coming out without even thinking.

"Yes or not, Adrian?" I lick his thigh upping to his soft member and he arch his back in response.

"YES! yes yes yes~" He said desperately that made me smile.

I bent over making his shaft get between my breasts, now one tail still on his neck and the other holding his wrists together, squeezing him in the middle of my boobs and starting to move up and down. Adrian tries to adjust himself on the bed to get a better look of what I was doing, I start using the sharp end of my tail to play with his mask while licking the tip of his cock every down movement with my tits.

"Oh fuck! That's so hot-" He choked in his own moans and started bucking his hips to fuck my breasts.

Speeding the movements to stroke him in the squeeze between my boobs, now sucking the reddened head and letting out with a pop sound that turns everything more erotic, soon Adrian was reaching for his second orgasm whining and groaning till he painted my chest with his cum.

"Awn~ look at you… It's already a mess and I just started" I take some of his load in my finger then sucking and hum as I taste it.

"Just- Just started? God, you're gonna kill me" Adrian breathes out and relaxes his body.

"Not God, kitten! It's me" I growl while standing up and staring down at him.

"C-can I eat you out? Please" His question took me by surprise causing me to frown and gesture for him to explain himself. "You make me feel so good and I- I want it to be fair"

Oh

"That's- No one- You're really precious, kitten" I smile and loosen the grip of my tails letting him go.

That really took me by surprise, Vigilante is the first guy to offer to give me pleasure and this should not be normal for a Succubus, we are sexually active demons and it is practically our job, but I have always given pleasure and never received it, it has always been satisfying just to watch my companions and victims have orgasms. But now, in this room and in this moment, Adrian awakened something in me that I had never felt, lying down on the bed next to him and watching him arrange himself to stand between my legs. I knew he was admiring me even though the mask visor prevented me from seeing his eyes. I smiled at him as a sign that he could do as he intended, soon he was running wet kisses down my belly to where I felt a warmth and a strange sensation as if my stomach was flipping inside of me. I jumped in the moment he pressed his lips against my clit, shivering with the new contact and reaching for his hair pulling it a little. Adrian groaned while licking and sucking my pussy like he’s a starving man making me arch my back and shut my eyes close.

“What does my pussy taste like, kitten? You look so thirsty” I manage to say it between moans.

“It tastes so good that I could eat you out for eternity” Vigilante mumbled, sending a vibration in my sensitive spot.

He was doing his best, making me pull his hair and bring him closer if possible, now feeling two fingers rubbing against my entrance and making me shiver. Adrian was taking me to the end without even knowing it, inserting his fingers into me and moving them from the inside to the outside at a torturous speed. I let a loud growl slip from my throat making Adrian shake between my legs but didn't stop him from what he was doing, reaching the edge of my orgasm I collapsed on bed with a grin dancing on my face.

“Come here, Adrian! You were so good to me” I purr as he comes to lay beside me.

“Did I make you feel good?” The incertain in his voice makes me frown but I just sigh.

“You did, kitten! And no one ever did it like you” I brought my hand to the end of the mask he was still wearing, playing with the fabric and looking at the red display.

“We should go back with the others, they can be worried-” He tried to get up but my tail got hold of him.

“Nah! Emilia knows that we are safe, Adrian”

“Oh oh~” Vigilante sang and laid back on the bed.

“We still have so much time for our little game” I sat on his lap again smiling like a devil literally.

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