#He's still got his demon though but he's got it under control- Most of the time... >w>

[devildomwriter]

Why Lucifer is A Good Brother

*Somewhat chronologically in order everything is canon and if you want the reference I’ll give it to you*

*Heavy spoilers*

All angels consider each other siblings but out of the millions, possibly billions of angels. Lucifer chose to take five brothers and a sister (originally) under his wing.

He gave Mammon a challenge to become his apprentice and when he succeeded he welcomed Mammon with open arms and never rejected him afterwards even with all the trouble he caused.

He gave Asmodeus the nickname “Jewel of the Heavens” something he still loves to this day even as a demon.

He made Levi feel seen and useful even after the peace treaty between realms made his position obsolete.

He bonded with Beelzebub who was originally his guard and took him and his twin under his wings. He also introduced Lilith to the twins who became inseparable.

When Lilith fell in love he visited the Human World to see if this man was good and kind.

When Lilith broke a Celestial Law this man WENT TO WAR WITH AN ENTIRE REALM and GOD to save her. He asked his brothers to side with him and carried guilt for doing so after the war.

After the war, he pledged eternal loyalty to the man in control of the realm he was at war with for most of his existence all to save his sister despite the humiliation. He saved her even though she wouldn’t remember him and he could never see her again and he carried the burden for thousands of years until MC’s ancestry was revealed.

The Devildom and Celestial Realm hold very strict laws so he took whatever means necessary punishment-wise to correct their behavior. In the Celestial Realm, it was so his brothers weren’t outcast and in the Devildom it was so they weren’t imprisoned or killed.

His brothers believe he’s more loyal to Diavolo than to them but he does this FOR them.

When the brothers struggled with becoming demons he was there to comfort them.

When he accidentally created Satan he took full responsibility for the absolute murderous maniac and did his best to raise the personification of hatred.

He cared about Satan so much that when the brothers were offered the chance to return to the Celestial Realm, the realm he once ruled, he told them to return and he alone would stay with Satan so he wouldn’t be alone. Even though this decision meant he wouldn’t be able to see his brothers and they’d be seen as enemies, he wanted what he believed was best for them and what they wanted.

Lucifer did everything he could to master new demon magic, insert himself into Devildom politics, and befriend his enemies all for his brothers’ sakes to give them the same position of respect they had in the Celestial Realm.

In Nightbringer when he was incarcerated in Cocytus the fact his brothers were being held too enraged him to the point he broke free and even fought Diavolo believing he had something to do with it. And when Raphael cried having to sentence him, Lucifer wasn’t angry he felt sorry for Raphael—a former brother.

Lucifer continuously fights those many times stronger than him all for his family’s sake.

Even though it pained him to see his former angelic brothers for the exchange program he remained cordial even though it was at first awkward and a reminder of all the pain of the past. He did this for his former brothers.

When Belphegor threatened treason and war, he lied to the ruler of the Devildom and hid Belphegor away to PROTECT him.

He lashed out at Mc and nearly killed them because he saw them as a threat to his brothers. First when Luke held the Grimoire that could control them and MC got in the way; then threatened them because they were making pacts with all his brothers; then why they betrayed him and found Belphegor because this could reach Diavolo and Belphegor would be punished for treason. In Nightbringer he originally remained suspicious and cold because MC could control his brothers without a pact and then had the grimoire which could control them. Lucifer only attacked MC when he was being protective of his brothers.

When Lucifer had amnesia he immediately bonded with his brothers again and revealed many things he’d done secretly to help them like pulling strings to get Mammon the car he worked so hard for.

He was even willing to sacrifice himself to let MC live who became family (or romantic interest—up to you) and his final ask was that they take care of his brothers.

Lucifer’s methods seem strict, unforgiving, and cruel but remember this is HELL, the DEVILDOM. Law only recently was created and Diavolo may be forgiving but who’s to say his father or descendants would be just as lenient? If his brothers don’t behave it could mean the worst and he refuses to lose another family member.

[rea-grimm]

Vampire Luffy

You'd only been on the Thousand Sunny for a few weeks, but you already felt right at home. After your last adventure, where you stumbled upon the Straw Hats and helped them out, Luffy invited you to join his crew.

However, you were the only human on board. Nami was a witch, Zoro an Oni demon, Sanji a werewolf, and Usopp a perpetually terrified Kitsune. Robin was a demon, and there was even a skeleton and a cyborg on board. And you, to complete the crew, were human.

Luffy himself wasn't human. He was a vampire with an almost insatiable hunger. As for his thirst, he could control it, but when it came to bloody meat, he knew no bounds. And even though it slightly scared you, the vampire showed immense determination and control when it came to his friends and crew.

Plus, Sanji was always on hand, carrying an emergency blood pack to keep Luffy calm. Its use, however, was rare.

It wasn't mandatory, but it was something like a small initiation ritual. Each crew member, to show their devotion, swore a blood oath to the captain. It was a promise where everyone let Luffy drink at least a drop of their blood.

You were a little nervous about it, as you had no idea what to expect. Usopp had told you the most terrifying stories about their captain's insatiable hunger, but you didn't believe him. You didn't believe him, yet his words still got under your skin.

"Don't worry about a thing," he smiled at you as you offered your hand, and he gently took it.

You nodded in agreement. He raised your hand to his mouth, and you saw his fangs extend. His hand slid to your finger, which he put into his mouth and pricked with his tooth like a pin. It was just enough for a tiny drop of red blood to appear on your finger, which he then licked. In that moment, his eyes glinted red.

"Can I have a little more?" he asked innocently, starting to nibble and suck on your finger. You didn't know what to say when Nami smacked him on the head.

"I think that's enough," she said sternly, preparing for another blow.

"Sorry, sorry," Luffy laughed. "It's just that Y/N is so good," he said, immediately releasing your hand.

After a long voyage, with Nami navigating, you finally reached another island. Another opportunity for adventure. The island looked deserted, so you decided to explore and gather some supplies.

Zoro guarded the ship while you went with Luffy, Nami, and Chopper. Sanji went with the cyborg, the skeleton, and Usopp. Each team set off to a different side of the island. Everything seemed fine. Luffy chased giant beetles along the way, while you tried to find something interesting. Unfortunately, something interesting found you.

You didn't encounter any animals anywhere. Just an old, abandoned temple dedicated to the sun god. Of course, Nami saw it as a vision of treasure and riches that might be hidden in such old temples. 

It was also to be expected that the entire temple would be riddled with various traps. Most of these traps didn't work on Luffy, but at the main altar, where the treasure was within reach, a completely unique trap was triggered.

A beam of light shot out from a statue that towered like a guardian over the treasure, aimed at you, and Luffy, like a good captain, stood in front of you. The vampire had excellent healing abilities, but even so, the beam badly burned him. It burned him so much that he couldn't heal properly. 

The statue stopped burning for a moment and seemed to be recharging. You used that moment to escape. Chopper changed form to carry Luffy, and together you ran to safety, which you found in a nearby cave. Luffy was in a bad way. He was breathing raggedly, and blood was flowing from his burns. It was the first time you had seen the vampire in such a state.

It was slowly getting dark, so you decided it would be better to spend the night in the cave. Maybe the others would find you, and Sanji would give Luffy the emergency blood. Unfortunately, as time passed, no one appeared. 

The vampire didn't look well. You were adding wood to the fire when you felt cold, normally warm hands wrapped around your waist, and the vampire rested his chin on your shoulder. You felt his tongue on your neck and later his lips as he began to nibble. Although he kept his fangs in check, you knew by how he was trembling that he was fighting his thirst.

"Can I eat you?" he asked innocently while continuing to nibble your neck. It was clear he wanted to bite, but he was still controlling himself for the good of his crew and his friends. Nami and Chopper exchanged glances.

"No way!" Nami was the first to speak up.

"Luffy, this isn't right!" Chopper added.

"I can't... I can't help it," Luffy confessed, his body trembling. "Y/N smells so delicious…" he groaned.

You all knew the captain was at his limit, and if he didn't get blood soon, his injuries could take him.

"What if it's just a little bit?" you asked the doctor. Chopper scratched his head awkwardly. He didn't like this idea at all, but you knew time was pressing.

"Just a small sip," Luffy pleaded. Chopper finally agreed, but on the condition that he would supervise the entire process and Luffy would only take the minimum he needed, which wouldn't endanger you. You all agreed to that.

"Thank you, Y/N," you heard Luffy say before he licked your neck and bit into it like a hungry animal. A gasp of pain escaped your mouth, but the pain didn't last long, and you slowly felt more and more numb.

Chopper held your hand the whole time and checked your pulse. When he saw that the vampire had taken more than enough, he yelled at him. But he didn't listen.

"Luffy, that's enough!" Nami shouted, but Luffy didn't hear her either. It was as if he was in a trance and couldn't stop. Chopper let go of you, and both of them tried to pull him away from you. You didn't remember much of it, as you fainted within a few seconds. It was as if you slipped into a dark abyss, where a new world awaited you.

When you woke up, you were lying on something soft. When you opened your eyes, you realised you were back on the ship. You sat up, and your head spun. You touched your neck and felt bandages. So, it wasn't a dream.

"Y/N, you're awake!" You heard the captain's voice before arms wrapped around you, and you found yourself in a firm, almost crushing embrace.

"Luffy?" you said, startled, and hugged him back.

"I'm so sorry. I got carried away. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, his voice full of regret, still hugging you.

"I know. I don't blame you," you said softly, stroking his back. Luffy inhaled to reply when Chopper rushed over and pulled the vampire away from you.

"Luffy, Y/N lost a lot of blood. You need to let her rest!" he scolded him as he pulled him away. The vampire didn't want to leave you, but the doctor gave him no other option. Instead, he decided to bring you at least something to eat.

Later that evening, you were sitting on deck, leaning against the railing, watching the stars. Luffy quietly sat next to you. You were silent for a while before he broke the silence.

"I should be stronger," he said softly. "I never wanted to hurt anyone in my crew. And you… You trusted me."

"And I still do," you replied calmly. "I'd do it again if it meant saving you," you added.

Luffy looked at you, his red eyes soft and grateful. Without another word, he hugged you again, this time more gently, as if he wanted to protect you from the whole world.

Luffy Masterlist

[rttnz0mb]

can you pleaseee do headcannons for eyeless jack pleaseeeeeeeee!!!

Eyeless Jack Headcannons

Content: sfw, kind of angst idk, NSFW ❕Minors DNI❕

Jack doesn't like taking his mask off unless he's really close to you and even then he still prefers to have it on

He is usually very calm and quiet, if he's in a group setting he prefers to just observe and listen instead of joining in the conversation

Is scared to get close to people just because he doesn't know his own strength sometimes and he doesn't want to hurt people he loves and cares about

After becoming a demon he missed being a human a lot and got super bad depression because of it, after the years went by he kind of accepted it but it still bothers him quite a bit

Doesn't like eating in front of people just because well..it can get kind of messy and he doesn't want people seeing him like that

Has an amazing sense of smell meaning he could sense anyone from about a mile away which is good for when he needs to hunt

Even though he is a proxy he doesn't like killing people as much, in fact if he can help it he will buy pig kidneys because they are the most identical to human kidneys, just so he doesn't have to bother or hurt anyone

He hates when people see him as a monster so he tries controlling his anger around people just so maybe they wont think he's so horrible

Can become very clingy and attached when he notices someone is interested in him

When I tell you this man once he gets comfortable with you he is such a tease in the bedroom

LOVES to eat you out and this man has like three tongues so like...

When he's eating you out he loves when you grip his hair to pull him closer

Will absolutely destroy your clit with both of his tongues while the other one is destroying your insides

Loves feeling you clench around his tongue

When I tell you this man is big I mean it, he will probably go super slow at first to avoid it hurting too bad but if he's super horny it can be hard for him to hold back

Will literally lose himself in you and will want to go multiple rounds

LOVES hearing all the noises you make it just turns him on so much more seeing you under him as a moaning whimpering mess

As for him he will let out soft moans with some groans and growls here and there

He does in fact have a mating season and when he does girl you better run (which gives me an idea for a story tehehe😏)

OKAY BYE BYE HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!!

[evilminji]

SVSSS

So! A thought that's been stuck in my head with your SI-OC series is "What if they took being made a Wife seriously?"

Like, wouldn't it calm Binghe down a bit if he had one of his wives hanging on his arm telling him "[X action] will make [Y wife] sad/happy".

Now there's a thought >.>

Someone working off modern "how to make a marriage work" play sheet instead of ancient Chinese? Far more "spend time together, share interests, bids of affection, open communication" etc?

Trying to treat the harem as a polycule. It would have to be early on. Before he got too disillusioned and the harem grew too large... but? It would be doable?

Like? Before the fall of the Sects, the realms merge. When he's still a raw wound of a man. After he's dropped his Seduction Mask. Hunt over, you've seen the ugly in him, he's started ignoring you for the next hit of dopamine he's so desperately chasing.

Do you still love him? Or do you get offended. Pout. Upset that you're not the center of his universe anymore?

Wife-Oc? Would have to treat him like the heavily abused animal he acts like. Not LESS then human, mind you, but something wary of them. Would need to be very, very patient. In the face of a man who's brain chemistry is not only deeply fucked up? But who's actively suffering under the effects of a legendary cursed sword.

He's NOT okay.

Trying to control him? Get things from him? Will only feed into his "they don't REALLY love me. They're using me." Complexe.

What he needs? Is consistency. Boundaries and positive reinforcement. Support and affection. Someone making HIM meals. Soft, platonic touch. Genuine interest in his day. Someone who both remembers and avoids his triggers.

(Maybe someone who researchs OTHER Legendary blades. Non-cursed varieties.)

It would build. Slowly, then all at once. First she'd just... be there. One of the wives. Bit more persistent the usual, but maybe she's just needy? Wants to gain his favor? Only... no. She's getting along with his other wives. Respecting his boundaries. Remembering what he does and doesn't like. Being... kind to him.

There are "welcome backs". Ones that don't flaunt bits of neckline or hints of curve. Just... warm smiles. Hugs. There are meals that match his mood. Medicine sent when he's hurt, even though most people think he doesn't need it. Offers to brush his hair. Talk about his day. Do things he's interested in. None of them an excuse for sex.

He is treated softly. With kindness.

When was the last time THAT happened?

Obsession quickly follows. Of course it does. He is not well. Sealed as a kid, cursed during the most traumatic event of his life, has his demonic blood EVER had a chance to settle? Yes, there is good in him. But he is both ill and unspeakably powerful.

It would be her life's mission to get rid of that damn sword.

Xin Mo is driving him insane. Killing him with ten thousand little cuts to the soul.

It would grow like a cancer, Xin Mo's influence. Dispite the United forces of the Wives trying to push it back. Not enough of them would truely care. There would be divisions, within the harem. Those that care about Binghe and those that are using him, in his mind altered state.

The Loyal wives? Would probably conspire? To free the one person who could Get Rid Of That Damn Sword. Their honored father in law. Tianlang-jun. Especially? Since the old Palace Master is a CREEP and they don't like how he stares at their husband. Wasn't even hard, to find out what the fucker did to their poor, honorable, deceased First-Mother-In-Law Su Xiyan. (The absolute BASTARD)

So like... a squad of ladies rolling up on Tianlang-jun? Huh... not his birthday, but he'll take it.

Oh? *gets an exposition dump* ......Oh?

You don't say.

So now Father-in-law's free. And pissed. Old fucker is soon to be VERY dead. And Father-in-law has agreed to, in the grand Demon Tradition, kick his son's ass. Lovingly. Then steal his Cursed as fuck sword and break it into itty bitty pieces. Maybe scold him a bit. Be a general asshole. You know, as one does.

He certainly can't be assed to take back the throne. It was tedious as FUCK.

So you do it, Jr. Your problem now~! But! Dear ol daddy's here to beat some sense into you~☆ then eat your food and laze about. It's what your mother would have wanted. (Lies. She would have done the beating her self. Then dragged him out by the ear. But let him have this. He's lonely.)

@babbling-babull @legitimatesatanspawn @mayfay @hdgnj

[confessioncassette]

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 - 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞

minors do not interact. 18+

II - “I want everyone to see you.” 

IX - “Look at you, squirming around like that. Pathetic.” 

(regarding this post)

summary : you play a joke on Alastor and it backfires

tw : nsfw, DUBCON (consent is not voiced, Alastor owns readers soul already), public (shaming? humiliation), degradation, fingering, yandere themes - PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS.

“Don’t act all shy now, my dear. Remember who started all this?”

You could try and act that this wasn’t your fault, having your body pressed against the cold glass forced to overlook the city of Pride below you, but you’d be lying. Alastor’s temper has put you in a rather sour mood lately, so why not have a little fun to ease the tension? Owning your soul was one thing, but the demon always took it to another level. Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was because he has an aggressive case of power control. Who the fuck knows, but, like when all things come to a head, it was time for you to mess around in your own way.

You’ve filed through every harmless prank you could think of this week. It was time for the arrogant bastard to choke, just like the sickly cherry flavored syrup on silver spoon he’d been forcing down your throat since you’ve become a pet on his chain. It was supposed to be all in good fun, obviously for your own gain, to do the one thing you knew was off limits.

Now, you know the demon has a particular short temper, but you never thought that it would lead you to this.

“Out of all the things your little mind could come up with,” Alastor’s voice drawls close by your ear, “you decide to interrupt my show.”

You knew that poking the bear was a dangerous act, but what’s the fun in that? Alastor always wedged his way into your life, finding the most ridiculous tasks to give you at any time of the day. Day after day, he silently weasels his way into your life, appearing out of thin air like a fox sneaking into the henhouse- which is ironic considering his looks. He always makes himself visible, appearing around every corner, every meeting, every dinner- smiling like he’s got the upper hand, just to spite you. Your cup was surely overflowing, it was only a matter of time for that last straw to set you over the edge.

“Did you forget who owns you?”

The jaunty song playing over the radio fades out, clearing the air within the studio. Condensation from your breath fans over the window as you remain still, awaiting his next move. Maybe he’ll continue his show as normal and save your punishment for later in the sake of his beloved hobby… you could only hope.

The air is thick and the hairs of your neck prick your skin. Vermillion eyes intensely gaze at the back of your head, swimming with so much disgust and scrutiny that it almost feels physically invasive.

Subtle static of a record fills the broadcasts’ dead air.

After what feels like an eternity, Alastor finally moves to reach for the microphone, all while keeping a firm grip on the nape of your neck to keep you pinned. Your cheeks burn numb from the cold, and you swallow, quickly coming to the realization that this little joke you’ve played was a huge mistake.

Alastor wasn’t in the mood for silly games, nor was he ever, but with the way his eye twitched and lips curled into a sinister smile when you hid under his desk to unplug his microphone mid-show… you guess you didn’t really think it through.

“Welcome back, dear listeners! I apologize for being cut short earlier, I had a little mouse in my studio. Though I hope you enjoyed Eddie Cantor in his infamous song ‘Makin’ Whoopie’ as you waited!” Alastor laughs lightheartedly before setting the microphone up on a small stand. In the next millisecond, both of Alastor’s hands were below your waist to roughly rip your panties down over your thighs and flip your skirt over your ass in one swift motion.

Alastor’s reflection in the window showed his eerily calm composure, his gaze downcast, focusing on himself as he slides off his gloves, tossing them carelessly to the floor before loosening his bow tie.

“We’ve had a change of plans. You see, I’ve caught this little mouse and I haven’t a clue what to do with the poor thing.”

Polished red tipped shoes kick your feet further apart, as one clawed hand curls around your waist while the other that held your neck travels downward; a single finger trailing slowly over your spine. The scratch sends a chill down your back and flares your instinctive fight or flight response. It’s funny, the cool glass shivered you to the bone, but that clawed finger branded your skin.

“Your heartbeat,” Alastor growls, “I can feel the vibrations. Is this poor little mouse scared?”

Indeed you are. Your blood rattles under your skin and your breath shakes unsteadily within your ears. With his prey caught in a trap, paralyzed in fear and eyes blown wide, he savors the moment.

So pretty - to have you still for once.

“If you think moving right now will get you out of this situation, you’re in for it. Stay put,” he warns in a lowly, pessimistic tone.

In a split second, like you’re not even there, Alastor continues to talk to his listeners.

“Now! Let’s give a little lesson, shall we? When a little joke goes too far, what should you do?” He pauses for a beat like he’s waiting for his audience to answer through the speakers, “that’s right, punishment. And what is the best way to punish someone?”

A hand spreads your ass apart, and roughly at that, sharp fingernails threaten to break the soft flesh. You whimper, but not too loud. Avoiding your gaze to the city below you, you opt to close your eyes. Alastor’s floor to ceiling windows give the illusion of standing on the edge of a cliff. You pray to whatever god would hear you in the depths of Hell that it doesn’t crack under the pressure, and your stomach blanches at the feeling.

“Humiliation.”

Two long, thick fingers force their way into your hole and you arch slightly at the intrusion.

“Humiliation is the best way to teach someone that their acts have consequences. If one is humbled enough, they’ll never do it again.” The end of that sentence was filled with static, his voice a demonic growl. Lights flicker all around you in the studio, the knobs of his ancient electronic equipment going haywire.

“Alastor, please I’m sorry!” You whimper the best you could, lips squished against the window and all.

The demon tuts, then lowers his voice to speak directly to you. “You got yourself in this mess, little girl. It’s only right that I correct your insane behavior.”

“Shut up if you know what’s good for you.” Alastor adds.

The long fingers that fill your hole now begin to move at a medium pace. Your own slick coats him in one, two, three steady pumps. The sound of your wetness begins to fill the air along with the radio static as he grinds the palm of his hand into your clit, forcing the sounds from your hole to amplify.

You roll your head backwards, lolling your mouth open in a silent scream. Your eyebrows furrow with his ministrations, and fuck, does it feel good. You would have never thought that the prude demon would have this in him, to pleasure so well…

“Look at you, squirming around like that. Pathetic.”

Sharp teeth scrape the tenderness of your neck before gently biting down, forcing a half shocked scream of pleasure. But you don’t dare say anything, not when it feels this good, not when you’re confused from it all.

Where did this come from? Surely this wasn’t just from the prank you pulled. No, this passion is deeper. This comes from…

Alastor’s smile creeps wide, eyes glimmering with delight as he reads every expression of your face, your body, you scent, your heart beating like a little rabbit. It’s only fair he’d let you know now that this was the final push before all hell broke loose. He just needed a reason to bend you over the table to properly exercise the pent up emotions. A good reason other than he owned you, because for him, that’s not entertainment.

“Ah,” Alastor sighs, “seems like this little mouse is enjoying her punishment. Come on, dear, let everyone hear your little moans of pleasure.”

You let a groan slip past your lips, sultry and smooth as Alastor curls his fingers deep into your cunt, dragging the pad of fingertips along your sweet spot. Breathless and dazed, your moans sing a sweet melody to his ears.

“Do you like this? Do you like being my little pet?” The hand over your hip guides you to hump back into him, meeting his knuckles deep inside you. Squelching fills your ears, and this earns a groan from the demon behind you, his voice vibrating your backside.

Alastor contemplates conjuring his chains around your neck, but what’s the fun in that? He already has you trapped, compliant.

“So helpless, don’t worry,” He tuts, ears pinning back as he enjoys the way your walls squeeze tightly around him.

In the heart of the Pride ring, where most channels are broadcasted, all TVs are switched off in an instant. Sounds of your pleasure ring through every street and alleyway, catching the attention of all who dwell here.

“So pathetic, fucking yourself on my hand. I can feel you leaking all over me, squeezing me… Do you want more?” Alastor’s tone is degrading. You’ve never heard him like this before. He was the master at come backs and shit talking without aggressiveness, so this comes as a shock. Maybe this was who he was behind it all. Maybe his own feverish emotions override it all. The power trip you have known to know was way worse when it meant you’re completely at his mercy.

“That pretty little face, you don’t even care that you’re exposed for all of Pride to see, do you? You want people to see that you’re mine? You like being controlled?”

This time, that hand that rests on your hip, travels forward and down to your little bud.

You fuck back into him fully now, a burning fire grows deep in your belly. With every thrust, you’re either met with his fingers knuckle deep, curling at your gummy walls, or forward into the pad of his fingers swirling wet circles at your clit. You can’t control the feeling, your body acts as if you’re a rabid animal, desperate for release. Your walls tighten around him, and your body grows hot, your mind drifting away… away… away for that string to snap.

Alastor pauses.

You let out a breath you didn’t think you were holding, tears swell hot in your eyes. You blink, wetness catching your lashes, but again, you don’t dare make a sound. You don’t dare tell him your disappointment.

He might not even let you finish if you did.

So you remain good, in hopes that he’ll continue.

“This doesn’t seem like a punishment, does it?” He chimes before amplifying his voice to the microphone.

“Beloved listeners, you all know that I reside here at the Hazbin Hotel.”

Your eyes shoot open and you blanch at the thought. You know where this is going.

“No,” you whisper, meeting crimson eyes in the reflection of the window.

“Hmm?” Alastor taunts, his head tilting to the side, ears twitching as he does.

In one breath, the demon ignores your pleading eyes.

“This pest has had me at my wits end lately. I’ve been dying to properly dispose of it. I encourage whoever is listening, if you have free time, to stop by the hotel and see a show.”

Your knees buckle and once Alastor was done, he began pumping his slender fingers deep inside you once again.

“You’re going to be a spectacle.” His voice low and right outside your ear.

“I want everyone to see you. I want everyone to see you unravel in my hands. Only then will you know who you belong to. -

Only then, everyone will know who you belong to.”

[baxndaid]

bill cipher , stanford pines x reader

ohh my god PLEASEE request stuff for gravity falls i love it so much ty for making a comeback!! i don’t normally do nsfw stuff but for them… nsfw under cut 💔 another one here

sfw

- gonna be honest, ford is a little control freak especially after he meets bill

- he likes things going according to his plans and calculations and if they don’t, then there’s clearly something wrong

- bill WOULD constantly inflate his ego so when ford had hired you to be his little lab assistant, it was a little suffocating

- despite this, he was super happy to learn that you were into the same things he was; anomalies

- ford was uptight and serious with you most of the time whereas bill was nonchalant and just a massive tease

- the demon didn’t really mind you, you were pretty open for anything and he, like ford, liked how you were a massive pushover

- on the other hand, bill disliked fiddleford because he asked too many questions, he was too wary (though he had the right to be)

- ANYWAYS, would ford and bill peer pressure you into letting yourself be possessed? yea..

- it’s not like ford was really in the right mindset to be making these huge decisions like the guy was crazy obsessed with bill

- he didn’t see the harm in it, bill was his muse after all and it was very valuable for his research! just do it!

- so you would, you still have a few scars on your thighs from bill’s obsession with pointy sharp things

- sometimes bill would prank you while being in ford’s body - not like you could tell the difference

- being all flirty while mimicking his voice and then yelling “JUST KIDDING!” before laughing obscenely in your face

- wow he loved humiliating you, it was almost as good as humiliating ford

- ALMOST

- they kept their plans pretty secret from you, only commanding asking you to get materials for the portal

- it’s kinda like that one meme that i see floating around;

you: what’s going on with the portal

bill/ford: don’t worry about it kitten

you: okay ❤️

you: yay ❤️

- they weren’t worried about you leaking anything, bill just liked keeping information from you to poke fun

- you were just in-flight entertainment, a plaything to bill, ford kept you as a means to keep himself grounded

nsfw

- you never really got intimate with ford, not like you didn’t want to but he was always so busy and it would technically be taboo considering he was your boss

- but he had to let off steam somehow, and his muse was here to help! consider the town SAVED ❤️

- with bill possessing him, “ford” would stuff his fingers down your throat and watch you gag

- i can’t even lie man if you vomited or something he’d probably get off to that more he’s a freak like that

- ford would gawk in horror as he watched himself bend you over onto his messy desk like a rag doll and rip the clothes off of your body

- bill doesn’t necessarily gain any sexual gratification from this, but he certainly “gets off” to it in some other twisted way

- he likes the control he has, your whining and ford’s gasps only egg him on further

- he likes to hold you down by your throat and make small cuts on your inner thighs while he sloppily eats you out, probably with anything that was lying around nearest to you, a pocket knife or even a unicorn horn

- SCRATCHES ohh my god this guy scratches so much somebody cut his nails

- fucking imbeds his damn fingers into your waist as he thrusts into you, all the while laughing like a madman

- the noise of squelching and muffled screams spilled from ford’s office, be glad your in the middle of the forest

- he 100% licks your tears away btw

- ford likes to act shocked or squeamish whenever bill does this to you but bill knows he loves it, and deep down inside he knows it too

- maybe not the “harming you” bit, but he loves everything else

- he’ll probably scold bill for being so rough with you but bill would probably lie and say “It was necessary! This is a whole NEW experience to me! You can’t deny me of that can you Sixer?”

- and then ford folds like a loser

- he’ll try and make it up to you by tending to your wounds and giving you a way lighter work load

- ford hopes that one day he’ll have enough confidence to be able to make love to you without his twisted muse butting in

- he kinda loves it bye

[satorusluver]

Priest!Geto x fem reader

Tags/warnings: smut, male masturbation, religion kink (?), reader is pale enough to visibly blush, idk if you saw this and are still reading you probably know what you're in for lol

Word count: lil under 700

A/N: idk what this is, I blame being possessed by a demon. Barely proofread bc I'm tired.

He couldn't allow himself to be alone with you again. He repeated that thought over and over again in his mind as he got through the sermon, trying and failing not to look at you sitting so prettily in the third row. Not in the first row as you had been for weeks prior. Not after what had happened.

No, now you sat in third row at the end closest to the wall, your hands folded neatly in your lap like the good Catholic girl you were. It was clear you were trying not to draw his attention, wearing no makeup and your most modest dress yet. And yet none of your efforts could make you any less beautiful to him, let alone any less tempting.

For all his discipline, Suguru found his eyes wandering over to you a second -no, third time. You didn't meet his gaze, a soft blush creeping up your neck until it reached your cheeks as you instead began inspecting the stained glass window nearest to you as though you hadn't seen it dozens of times before. Without his permission, an image flashed through his head of that lovely neck littered with marks of purplish red - marks left there by his lips. He looked away.

Suguru knew what you must be thinking of to prompt that blush. It was the same thing that had been haunting him since last Sunday evening when you were alone with him in his office, innocently helping him plan a program.

He'd relived every moment of it a thousand times since then. The unspoken longing that had been growing between the two of you for months, the attraction you both felt but both tried to ignore, how it all finally, finally boiled over the moment your hand brushed against his as you handed him the flyers you printed out, how your breath had caught in your throat and the very same blush you wore now stained your cheeks a dusty pink. Without thinking he'd leaned in, hesitating only a moment to see if you'd push him away when he got too close. When you didn't, he kissed you, and when you kissed him back? He felt something in him snap, years of resolve breaking as he pushed the guilt of his actions aside in favor of his all-consuming need to finally touch you.

He recalled, with more lust than shame, how his hands had roamed your body over your clothes like some horny teenager and not a man of God, how he'd groaned when you palmed him through his slacks. How his last shred of self-control had nearly cracked at that very moment and he'd come so close to just taking you on his desk then and there. How he'd sinfully pleasured himself to the memory at least three times this week and prayed for forgiveness afterwards, knowing he'd do it again anyway.

His shower had become a place of depravity, of stifled groans and slick sounds as his hand worked his thick cock at almost angry pace, desperate to get these sinful thoughts out of his head, to let his unholy need of you leave his body in thick, white ropes from the flushed tip of his aching cock and let the shameful evidence be washed down the drain as God's forgiveness washed away his sins. He'd done so this very morning before mass, hoping to rid himself of any carnal desires before your arrival. It hadn't worked.

It was not until the sermon ended and the congregation began to rise from their seats that you at last turned to face him, looking up from beneath your lashes with a gaze so wanton it made his cock twitch. You were just like him, weren't you? Burdened with the impossible task of resisting your need for him, filled with good intentions and yet despite it all, he was almost certain he would need only ask and you would follow him back to his office, should he be so inclined. Suguru sighed. There weren't enough Hail Marys in the world to rid him of the guilt for the sin he was about to commit.

[oddeyevibes]

Devil May Deliver - Escort 🍕

Summary: Dante offers to escort you to the giant tower that erected from the ground.

A/N: Cross posted on Ao3 & Tumblr.

You let out an annoyed breath as you gazed up at the tower that had erected from the earth. A simple job, that’s what you were told. And as much as part of you wanted to ditch the idea, you needed this job done just as much as the client.

Years ago, a demon lord named Valigor slaughtered most your fellow tribesmen which included your parents . Through some digging you had learned what Valigor wanted. He wanted the ancient Karmilla runes that acted as magic boosters. For weaker demons, obtaining those tiny marbles were a chance to hit the big leagues.

The problem? They weren’t for sale. They were Ferrymen heirlooms AKA your species of demon. There were five in total but within public knowledge, there were only four. Valigor didn’t know this.

He slaughtered many different tribes of your people for it and never realized he was still missing one. Which meant you had something he wanted and a means to lure him out.

So what luck that there was a demon under Valigor’s control that sought to be freed. The demon’s slaver dies and you get your people’s runes back. It was deal.

But the demon forgot to mention that Valigor’s location was going to be giant tower that screamed “Evil Demons Live Here”.

You just wanted the asshole that slaughtered your people and your heirlooms. Was that too much to ask for?

“Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?”

And you should’ve expected he wouldn’t be too far behind when it comes to a mass concentration of demons.

“You know…it’s awfully dangerous for a lady to be out here alone.”

Jeez…this man was such a dweeb when it came to flirting. You turned around, lowering your shades a bit as you eyed the same white-haired, red coat wearing demon you met some time ago.

Completely green in most matters concerning the demon world, you learned, but was determined (in his own way) to make demon hunting a living.

“Well…” you started, lowering your voice into sultry tones and doing your best Jessica Rabbit. “Maybe I like the danger. Maybe it gets me all…excited.”

You inched over to him so your bodies were nearly touching. Just enough to set something off in him but not enough for him to be satisfied.

“But I wouldn’t mind it if a…big, strong, devil hunter wanted to be my escort.” You finished it off by batting you lashes.

“Uh…well…I wouldn’t mind at all—I mean—it’d be an honor to….m’lady”

You giggled. “You are so cute when you get flustered.” Then you backed up from him. “Leave the ‘m’lady’ out next time though. That’s only a panty dropper in the Regency Era.”

“Well, I still got a smile from you.”

“Yeah, cause it was so corny that it was funny.” You let out an obviously light hearted laugh but took a mental note that your cheeks were still heating up a bit.

“But seriously, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I’m supposed to be meeting a client here to discuss details but they failed to mention that they were checked in at a demon infested tower.”

“Yeah…clients being vague sucks ass. I’m still down to escort you.” He said, moving to stand in front of you. Flashing you his smirk and blocking your view of the tower.

“Well…maybe. What are you doing here?”

“I…was invited.”

“Oooh. You have a date?”

“Pssh, I wish. Nah, it’s an invitation from…an old relative.”

“Oh…family reunion?”

“Yup. Something to settle.”

“Inheritance?”

“Something like that, probably.”

“Yikes. Hopefully, it goes better than an old client of mines.”

“Oh? Feel like telling me about it while I act as your escort? Maybe it’ll give me some ideas.”

“Well…I dunno…”

You summoned your sawed off shotgunned called ‘Dark Mother’. An action which would’ve made Dante be on high alert with you if not for the demonic energy quickly surrounding the both of you.

“I think you might have some competition when it comes to keeping me company.”

“Yeah, well…I hope they brought their A-game…” he quickly pulled out Ebony & Ivory. “Cause I don’t plan on losing.”

You giggled. “Ok, you could’ve done better with that one.”

“But you still laughed.”

“BECAUSE of how corny it was.”

[danieyells]

Ambition Theorizing

So the Weighing of Souls examines the ambition you have in your head when you touch the mannequin and assigns you a house. Obscuary isn't assigned that way--Obscuary is assigned based on deemed absence of humanity while being a ghoul--but every other house is. Starting from your second year you can change houses but your first year you're stuck wherever the Weighing placed you.

Hyde gives a small general overview of the values of each house which kind of gives you a hint at what the nature of the ambitions could be.

So here's some ideas of mine for what everyone's ambitions are, and what the general ambition of each house is. (Haru and Rui are briefly mentioned at the end included due to their original houses not being stated. Yuri is under both Frostheim and Mortkranken due to speculation.)

I'm curious about what you all think as well, if you have thoughts of your own regarding the general ambition of each house and the ghouls in them! And where you place your OCs and self inserts based on their ambitions lol

Also if i forgot anybody let me know because i feel like i did

Frostheim - Success By Any Means Necessary

Jin - revenge for his mother. The power to overcome or escape his father and perhaps gain some control over his own life.

Kaito - to be somebody and make something of himself. Popularity, companionship, never being alone.

Lucas - to subjugate demons and get his twin back. To protect his loved ones at any cost.

Haku - control over his own life and future. The ability to escape his family and their pressure?

Yuri - success and acclaim. Influence within the field of anomalous medicine. There's something to do with his mother as well, although we aren't sure what yet.

Vagastrom - Ideals, Reform, Innovation

Alan - reform for himself. The opportunity to protect others, rather than harm others like he had once done. He can't live without regret, but maybe he can make up for his past instead.

Tohma - change for the world or the Institue or Darkwick? Tohma seems to be focused on preparing Jin to inherit his father's position as President of the Institute and make changes that will better Darkwick and the Institute. However we don't know to what end he wants to see things change or for what purpose--but we know he wants to make some sort of difference and is presently using Jin and Darkwick and whoever else he can for that.

Leo - hostile reform, for an ideal world. The opportunity to make the people who make life suck suffer and pay for doing so, so he can live without struggle.

Shohei - an ideal world? Sho's ambition is hard to pin down, but it seems like he'll use others to get ahead--but also be used in turn. Sho strikes me as someone who values freedom and wants to go where he wants and do what he wants, able to pursue whatever interest or whim strikes his fancy without restraint.

Jabberwock - Trust, Care, Loyalty

Towa - to love and be loved in turn. Perhaps to find his soulmate. I would say 'to protect those weaker than him' but learning that love is what changed him and he was once more cruel than he is now makes me question is he would have an ambition like that when he got there. In fact, I suspect that love wasn't his ambition at all(though he still loved romance and soulmates and the like, he just wasn't driven by love) when he arrived, but until we have hints that he was, in fact, not in Jabberwock from the start, I'll leave him here.

Ren - to find somewhere he can feel safe and valued despite how he is. To find people he can trust.

Sinostra - Power, Coming Out On Top

Taiga - strength and power. To be unstoppable. In the past, Taiga was one of the most successful ghouls as far as missions and anomaly capture and such went, but eventually he pivoted to just destruction. He no longer seems to care about the outcomes that he used to--although who knows how that'll change when Sinostra's probation gets lifted, with the Laurel Crown on the line, since he does seem interested in profit.

Romeo - replacing what he's lost. Regaining wealth and maintaining what's his. Building up something and keeping that. Once upon a time Romeo's family lost everything. He won't let that happen again and he won't let anyone destroy what he's built.

Ritsu - gaining the Laurel Crown. Acquisition of clients that will skyrocket his career and put him on top as a lawyer. Victory.

Hotarubi - Individuality, Creativity

Subaru - the opportunity to find himself. Freedom from the judgement of others. While I'm sure he loves acting, he has been doing it since he was four years old. The eyes on him make him afraid of their opinions and he feels like he has to live to meet others' expectations. But he'd like to be able to find out what he wants to do, if not be given the opportunity to live how he wants to.

Zenji - the opportunity to make masterpieces. Finding inspiration.

Mortkranken - Knowledge, Intelligence

Yuri - mastery of anomalous medicine. To be able to back up his talk with actual genius.

Jiro - understanding his illness? Learning more about anomalies in general? Jiro's ambition is hard to pin down due to his poor memory and general indifference towards most things. However between that he said he woke up with knowledge of anomalous infectious disease one day and just decided to keep studying it, and that his response to hearing about the anomaly that cursed the PC was that he would study every inch of it if it were in front of him suggests that he's interested in learning things and studying anomalies a great deal. His max affinity line is that your curse may be related to his field of study so your death would be inconvenient. Despite how impassive he is, he is passionate about study, so it seems like it would be a fitting ambition for him--he came to school, he wants to study.

(additional speculation on defunct house ambitions:

Dionysia - Freedom, Happiness, Embracing Life

Dionysus is the god of wine and festivity, among other things. I imagine Dionysia's general ambition is "live life to the fullest." I think Rui was from here before he was cursed and transferred to Obscuary.

Clementia - Mercy, Salvation, Peace

Clementia is the goddess of clemency, mercy, forgiveness, salvation, etc. The house is in a cathedral and they historically would perform exorcisms. I imagine their general ambitions are protecting others and keeping the peace with anomalies, keeping balance in the world. I speculate that Haru was here before he transferred to Jabberwock when it was dissolved, as Haru expresses the desire to protect the lives of the people and anomalies in Jabberwock and regrets being unable to save anyone or anything dear to him when chosen in the pre-prologue. He also says Calamari and its mother should be allowed to escape, lest the balance of nature in the ocean be disrupted, suggesting that maintaining the balance is something he prioritizes.

Ultio - Judgement, Structure, Law

Ultio is a goddess of vengeance and revenge. The house of Ultio housed a prison for anomalies deemed too dangerous for human exposure, which Darkwick took over themselves when Ultio was dissolved. I imagine the general ambition of the house is control of anomalies and power over others in a more "lawful" way than Sinostra exhibits. I headcanon that Towa was in Ultio due to his historic hostility/indifference towards the small and weak and his existing tendency to bully anomalies, as well as their tendency to obey and fear him. I imagine, if Ultio were still around, Ritsu could have been sorted into it if his ambitions leaned towards law and order over his own power, influence, and victory. However Ritsu, as a defense attorney, could have also been placed into Clementia if his desires leaned towards granting clemency to the guilty if you use similar logic. . . .

If not for Obscuary, I imagine Lyca would have been assigned Jabberwock or Clementia due to his desire to live peacefully with humans, and Ed would have been assigned Dionysia due to his relaxed nature, or maybe even Ultio as an inversion of his belief that humans will lose their dominance as a species and have to submit to anomalies someday.)

But, yeah! Those are my speculations. What do you all think.

[fraugwinska]

Guys, here we are - my first try at VOX x Reader! ;> Who knew we would be here one day? And it's all thanks to @macabr3-barbi3, for whom this bribe was intended, but we'll graciously share it with you ;> Don't worry though - I am a Deer Girl through and through. Just with a side of TV Slut now (once in a while)

Vox x Reader : Hatefuck prompt - 18+ - Minors DNI!

Pretty Desperate

"Sir, your 6 o'clock is here."

"She can fucking wait, I need another five."

Vox rubbed at his temples, staring down at the monitor in front of him as Papermint quickly retreated from the control room, the clipboard the little shit always carried clutched in front of his chest. He had dreaded this particular meeting the whole day.

Alastor's bitch, the little assistant he had hired not a month before had been nothing but trouble. And if Vox was honest, not only to him, but also to Alastor himself. The Radio Demon had been completely clueless to the goddamn puppy crush the assistant had on him.

It made Vox sick.

Little Miss Nobody wasn't even that hot! Just an average looking demon. A bit short, not really muscular, no wings, no tail, no tits, nothing special, except for a pair of twisted horns and a somewhat nice ass. Following Alastor around like a lost dog, carrying his coat, running errands for him, all the while fluttering her lashes and smiling coyly at him, thinking nobody noticed.

Except Vox did. He fucking noticed, and he wanted to throw up.

He could understand, honestly, why the assistant had the hots for Al. His friend was charming, had a killer body, and his voice was a goddamn treat to listen to, especially when he got all excited and happy about something. His laugh was loud, a tad maniacal, and it always made Vox shiver to his bones.

But the problem was, the feeling wasn't mutual. Alastor wasn't into his assistant. Didn't have the hots for her, and wouldn't want to get between her thighs even if she shoved his microphone in her cunt. Al had never even touched her, or anyone else for that matter. Vox knew that, from first hand experience, and still he hated this bitch. He hated how she thought she had any chance with Alastor. And he hated her because he didn't have a chance with Alastor either.

Not that it was her fault per se, but still. She had some audacity, to even think to have a chance when Vox hadn't even gotten past a fucking friendly pat on the shoulder yet.

"Fuck!"

Papermint flinched, and Vox felt his lips twitch, the little shit had entered again without him noticing.

"Mr. Vox, your-"

"Yeah yeah, I know, send her in. And get me a drink, and make it a strong one."

He nodded, hurrying to get the requested drink before opening the door to let Alastor's assistant inside. She had a stack of folders under her arm, and a nervous look on her face. She had a thing against the Vee's, especially him, and it made him want to strangle her, even though he knew that his overall appearance, the sharp angles of his screened head and the cold look he always gave her was most likely the reason for her nervousness.

"Mr. Vox-"

"No small talk, get to the point. I'm sure Alastor wouldn't have sent you here if it wasn't something urgent."

"O-oh, of course. There was a... situation, I was instructed to deliver these to you, while Mr. Alastor has gone to check it out."

"And he didn't bother calling?"

"It was quite sudden, and he wasn't sure if you would answer your landline."

Vox grunted, Alastor's refusal for any modern technology past fucking landlines and telegrams was getting on his last nerves more and more, but there was nothing he could do about it. If he wanted to live in the stone age, that was his business.

"Hand those over and get out.”

"I'm afraid I was instructed to stay until you've taken care of them."

"As fucking usual."

He knew for a fact that Alastor sent her here only to annoy him. Those papers didn't need checking, Vox would only look over them and stamp a little print on the front saying 'Approved', and they were done. But his friend loved to tease him, and ever since Vox had voiced his dislike against his assistant, Alastor had gotten a certain morbid joy out of pushing him to work together with her.

"Yes, fuck, whatever. Let's get this shit over with. Come in, and shut the door behind you."

At least she kept her mouth shut while he skimmed over the content of said papers, drinking from the tumbler filled with what tasted like Gin. For once she wasn't being annoying, and she didn't stare at him defiantly the way she usually did. She looked defeated in a way, the usual sass in her stance missing as she waited, silently and unmoving next to him, hands folded tightly in front of her. Odd.

"What's the matter, dollface? Alastor finally told you he'll never fuck you?", he smirked, turning a page and scribbling his signature at the bottom of the page.

He heard a quiet, shaking breath, and for the first time since she entered the room, he looked directly at her.

Her eyes were burning red, and Vox hadn't realized she had been crying, but she clearly was. Silent, thick tears escaped her eyes, running slowly down her cheeks, leaving trails where her finger wiped them off hastily.

"Oh, seems like I've hit the bull's eye. Fuck, doll, stop crying, I get that he rejected you, but that's just pathetic."

"Leave me alone. What does it matter to you anyway?", she whispered, more tears running down her face.

"Like I care, you'll run back to Al with your little tears and tell him how much you're pining for him, how desperate you are. Maybe that's a bit of his kink and he'll actually consider it, who knows. You might get a pity-fuck with one of his voodoo-minions at the end, is that what you want?"

He expected her to respond, expected her to either throw something at him or slap his stupid grin off his screen. He certainly hadn't expected what happened. She sobbed and slapped a hand across her own face, silencing the heart-wrenching noise she emitted. But Vox had to watch how her whole expression just crumbled, he watched her face turn red, and how she wiped over her face furiously, swiping away more tears that were still coming.

For a few moments, Vox sat frozen in his chair, unable to process the situation. The paper in his hand was crumpled in his grip. It wasn't a little crush, that was painfully obvious. Fuck, what was her name again? Did she like Alastor for real?

"Alright, shit. You, uh... sit down."

He pushed another chair forward with his foot.

"Wh-why would I..."

"Because you don't really look stable on your fucking legs, and I hate this bullshit already, so come over here, take a fucking seat and pull yourself together."

She made a face, sniffling pitifully before crossing the short distance towards the chair.

"How long?"

She bit her lip, a bitter laugh escaping her as she sat down.

"Ever since I've started working for him."

"Oh wow, that must be so hard on you, sweetheart." Vox voice dripped of sarcasm. He leaned over to her, shoving his half-full glass of gin in her direction with a scrutinizing smile. "Try seven decades, then we can talk."

For the first time her lips turned upwards, not quite a smile, but the scowl wasn't there anymore.

"You're no better off than me."

He scoffed in response, filling the tumbler back up to the brim. She took it carefully, taking a few sips from the translucent liquid. Vox eyed her for a moment, wondering if she would spit it back out. Okay, she wasn't that ugly. Her lips were nice and puffy, pink, a color not that usual in hell, almost human-like.

"Maybe not, but at least I have the decency to not follow him around like a lost dog. That's just sad."

"You're one to judge."

Vox laughed a humorless laugh. "Oh-ho. Have we found our backbone, doll? I actually hate you a little less like this. It gets boring, the whole spiel with the kiss-ups constantly trying to lick Alastor's boots... or anything else."

"He never notices anyway."

"Nope. Doesn't notice shit.", Vox takes the glass from her and empties it in one big gulp.

"And still you hate me."

"Of course I fucking hate you."

"Why? Because you want him for yourself? Because you can't stand it that someone else wants him? That I want him?"

Vox snorted, the sound a bit static-y, and she flinched.

"Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart, I don't give a fuck about what you want. He doesn't give half a shit about you. He doesn't want you - End of the story. But if he did, he'd deserve much better than you. You're a whiny little bitch, you follow him like a kicked puppy, and you're a fucking annoyance. Al can do better than that."

Her wet eyes burned with fury. Huh. The bitch had a little bite in her after all, good to know.

"Fuck you, you're no better. You're an arrogant, narcissistic, stuck-up prick, you think everyone loves you and worships the ground you're walking on, you act all high and mighty, you're a bully, a control freak and a manipulative asshole."

He had to admit, she hit a few bullet points herself. But that didn't mean he liked her. He stood up, taking a step towards her. Her face was tinted red, anger clear in her round face. Now that was something he could work with.

"At least I don't cry about it like a pathetic little loser."

She was crying again, angry tears this time, her eyebrows furrowed and a scowl on her lips. Fucking perfect.

"I fucking hate you, too."

"Good."

Vox leaned over her, gripping her chin harshly. She flinched, and a new tear rolled down her cheek, falling on her blouse and wetting the dark fabric. She was trembling, but she wasn't moving away from him. He smirked, his hand wandering up, fingers digging into her cheeks painfully, and then his lips were on hers, hard and rough. She tasted salty from her tears, but there was a certain sweetness, a bittersweet note of her own, and the faint taste of gin. She made a small, protesting noise, but her hand gripped his arm, holding onto him tightly.

He broke the kiss, staring down at her, her lips swollen and reddened, her cheeks flushed and stained with tear marks, her eyes burning with hatred.

"Get on the desk."

He grabbed her and picked her up easily, setting her down on the large table. He grabbed her chin again, and she glared at him, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed, but a deviant smile on her face.

"Fuck you."

He smirked.

"Exactly."

The blouse tore like paper when he ripped it open. Her tits were actually nice, not as big as he was used to, but round and perky. She was panting heavily, and he had a feeling she hadn't expected this turn of events. Well, neither had he, but right now, Vox couldn't care less. All he cared about was his rage-filled desire to fuck this shitty feeling out of his system and the invitingly wet stain on her panties as he shoved her pencil skirt up her thighs, the way she squirmed and arched her back slightly, silently begging him to touch her. He leaned over her, capturing her mouth again, and he couldn't help the smirk at the way she kissed him back, a tad aggressive and demanding. His fingers pushed aside the soaked fabric, rubbing her clit lightly. She moaned quietly, breaking the kiss. Vox didn't waste a second, pushing a finger inside her.

She was hot and slick, and she was fucking tight. Vox groaned, and she whimpered, a high-pitched noise that went straight to his groin.

"Look at you, so wet already. What would Alastor say if he saw you like this, moaning like a cheap slut for another guy?"

He grinned, thrusting the finger harder and adding a second. She was almost dripping, the noises his fingers made were obscene, and it was fucking hot.

"He'd scold me for downgrading myself to someone like you."

Vox laughed as he added a third finger, bending them skillfully to hit just the right spot. "Oh please, you're a mess, doll. Your cunt is dripping, and you're trembling. And still you're trying to be a snarky little bitch."

He rubbed her clit again, and she gasped. He had to admit, her pussy was probably the best one he had felt in a while, and it was definitely the most fun he had ever had with a woman. Usually it was all him calling the shots, the women he fucked were usually dumb and eager to please, and not really capable of sassing him back the way she was doing now.

"You're one to talk, finger-banging me while having a hard-on. Is it because fucking his assistant is the closest you'll ever get to fucking Alastor?"

He didn't give her the satisfaction of a reply (of course he had a good one), but instead he removed his fingers in a swift swipe, ignoring the way she whimpered at the loss. He undid his belt and zipper, freeing his aching cock, his newest, upgraded model. She stared at it, wide-eyed, and for the first time, she actually looked intimidated, unsure... scared. Vox grinned satisfied, stroking himself a few times.

"Don't worry, dollface, it'll fit, and it'll feel really good. And the best thing - if you stop your constant bitching, maybe I'll even make you cum."

He rubbed the head of his dick over her clit, the LED's on it brightly illuminating her core in a blue hue, and she let out a strangled moan at the sensation. Her face was red and flushed, her eyes half-lidded, and she looked so goddamn sultry with her legs spread wide and her pussy glistening.

Vox grabbed her hips, pulling her close until her ass was at the edge of the table, and then he lined up his cock.

"Last chance to back out, sweetheart."

He couldn't believe his own words. Was he really offering her a way out? Why did he even care, he was the one with his dick out, and she was the one that would have to take the consequences of this whole hate-fuck-thing, he'd be fine either way.

She looked up at him, her face determined.

"Alastor always told me you're all talk, no action. Was he right?"

Oh, this little bitch was going to regret that. He pushed inside her, his cock sliding in easily. He was big, and she was so fucking tight, it was incredible. She cried out, a sharp, high-pitched sound.

"Too much action for you?"

She didn't answer, instead she was trying her hardest not to move, her hands firm on his shoulders, and Vox had to give her that, she did a good job of staying still, only the slightest of trembles visible on her legs as she willed herself to relax around him so he could move.

He was throbbing inside her, the walls of her cunt pulsing and fluttering painfully around him, and it was taking everything he had to let her at least adjust and not just fuck her right into the table. He was still holding her hips, the tips of his fingers digging into her skin, probably leaving marks, and he was sure that the force with which he was gripping her would leave traitorous, colorful bruises. Markings, his markings on Alastor's bitch. The thought made him shiver, sending electric currents down his spine as he pulled out slowly, the drag deliciously torturous. And then he thrusted back in, all the way. Hard. Her pussy clenched deliciously around him, and Vox threw his head back, a silent moan leaving his throat as he moved in and out, feeling her stretch and contract around his length, sucking him in greedily.

He felt his body overheat, electrical current flowing through him in intense pulses straight to his dick, adding another sensation to the already wonderful tight, wet, hot feeling enveloping him. He might need a little fix-me-up, it had been a while since someone got this much of a reaction out of him. The room was quiet, only her rapid panting and the sound of her cunt swallowing his cock with every pull filled the air, the noices slick and sloppy. Vox pressed one finger firmly on her clit, making her arch her back as he began circling it, the heels of her feet pressing painfully into his lower back as he increased his pace. His own breathing was starting to become labored, short puffs of static leaving him.

"Say his name", he heard himself demand, the sound of his own voice was low and static-y.

"Wh-"

"You fucking heard me, say his name. Call for him while I'm fucking you, come on, princess. See if he cares."

He increased his pace, hammering in and out of her, the air was heavy with the thick smell of sex and arousal, and she was becoming louder, keening, gasping, mewling.

"Fuck you.", she gasped.

"Wrong, try again."

Vox slowed, changing the angle to thrust right up where it made her shake. He smirked when her toes curled. "Come on, I know you can say it, I'll make it easy on you, I'll say it with you: A. La. Stor."

With every syllable he pumped into her a bit harder, the electricity from his fingertips stinging her clit, and the extra sensation had her shudder, a shaky moan leaving her throat. Vox wasn't giving her any chances to catch her breath, the air was filling with the familiar buzz of static electricity, the screens inside the room began to flicker as more and more electricity flowed from the TV overlord into her body, to her limbs.

"Oh my...fucking god... Vox!"

Her hands dug into his suit, and then she gasped, a beautiful, long, drawn-out moan ripping through her chest as her back arched, her heels digging harder into his lower back. She shuddered, violently, and came, the feeling of her pulsating muscles sucking him in combined with his fucking name rolling from her lips completely doing it for him. With one last, well placed thrust, and her voice in his ears calling for him and not Alastor, he buried his dick deep inside her cunt, riding out his own orgasm with small, careful thrusts, hissing quietly as her tight walls were milking him for all his worth.

He leaned forward, his forearms framing her on the table, and he huffed. Fuck, that was intense.

Her whole body was buzzing with the electrical currents he was putting off, and her muscles were tense as she willed herself to breath, gasping softly. Vox smirked and released a bit more power just for shits and giggles, just enough to make her gasp again, and he watched as her lips formed a tiny 'O' as the currents jerked every muscle in her body, making her walls tighten one more time around his softening dick and forcing another soft grunt from his own lips. He let off after that, knowing how tiring it could be.

He carefully pulled out, watching a mix of his cum and her own juices dribble out of her cunt, and he huffed at the sight, giving a quick rub to her swollen clit to push the rest of his cum inside.

She laid motionless for a second, staring at the ceiling blankly, and Vox was just wondering whether he had actually fried her brain, when she shifted, pulling her panties back into place. She looked up, and her almost human eyes found his digital ones, a very soft, amused, almost fond look settling on her features.

"You are really pathetic." She pushed herself off the desk, wobbly on her knees but upright while she pulled her skirt down and tidied her clothes, putting the ripped blouse back together as best as she could. "But I have to hand it to you - you know how to fuck."

Vox grinned smugly. "Baby, what do you think got me where I am now?"

"Mhm. Anyway- that was fun. Very entertaining, as Alastor would say. Might need a new blouse though."

She gathered the signed papers in front of her chest to hide the gaping hole exposing one of her tight breasts, opened the door and gave him a last glance over her shoulder, an impish smile on her round, flushed face. "I still fucking hate you."

For a few minutes, Vox remained behind, a dumb grin on his lips. He should really ask for her name at some point, he guessed, especially if Alastor planned for him to work with her again.

Hopefully in the near future.

[simplyafountainpen]

Red Looks Good On Us

{𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼}: Demon!M!Reader x Grell Sutcliff

{𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷}: (Y/n) was particularly rude today, and as much as Grell loved it, it seems like her adorable little girl would need some punishment for that naughty mouth of his~

{𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼}: Sub!Top!Reader, Power Bottom!Grell, Demon!Reader, feminization (of reader), punishment, bondage, impact play, Mistress title, praise, Reader wears makeup, Grell's privates referred to as cock and pussy, (y/n) is the "Mourning Dove Demon"

"But belooovvveeddd!!-"

You sighed as you pushed your Master, Alois Trancy, behind you. Today was supposed to be a simple outing with the boy, a little walk through the city and perhaps even through a park to get him out of that stuffy office of his. He had been swamped with work recently, and even if he didn't want to, it had to be done.

For weeks you watched as his patience grow smaller until he'd snap at the slightest inconvenience. It grew annoying, and finally out of control when he decided it would be a great idea to throw an entire piping hot tea set at you and Claude. You quickly ushered him out of the house as the other demon cleaned the mess - also to allow him to calm down and not rip the child to shreds. He still needs the child's soul, after all.

It had been peaceful for a time, until you and the boy ran into a certain red head. You stuffed the boy behind you, ignoring his small noise of questioning, and stared into those chartreuse phosphorescent eyes of hers.

"Grell. I will not be abandoning my duties for you. What ever are you even doing here?" You grumbled. The both of you stared at each other, Grell biting her lips while you could feel the veins budging in your forehead. You had no time for this.

"Well, beloved, I saw you from across the street and I just simply had to say hello to the most scrumptious looking man in my life, right?~" Again, you grumbled.

"Now isn't the time you damned succubus, off with you." You waved her off with a hand, turning back to a less than pleased Alois only to feel her hands on your shoulders, causing you to growl.

"Now now dearest, is that anyway to treat the woman you loovvee?~" You shrugged her hands off, again turning to Alois with a mumble, asking him to go the opposite way as a fly seemed to be buzzing in your ear.

"Oh come now darling, don't walk away!! Let me join you at least!! I'm so very bored and haven't a thing to do for hours!!~" You turned to her.

"What of the paperwork I know for a fact you're putting off right now?" A smirk now laid on your face, and the woman sputtered. Alois chuckled at her face in your grip. Both immediately - but silently - noted that you seemed to puff up in accomplishment.

A fact about you was that you were a being of irony. A demon, yet you were based off a dove. A mourning dove, to be precise. Grell huffed and folded her arms. She leaned closer to your face, noses almost touching.

"Mmm... you're no fun around this brat." Grell mused. Her painted lips were creased into a pout. She stood up strait, looking you in the eye.

"Well then perhaps you should be off then? I certainly wouldn't bat an eye." You leaned even closer, foreheads touching. Both of you continued in silence, until Alois coughed into his elbow. You grunted, backing up quickly and turning back to the boy in question. You sent one more cynical smile her way, accompanied by a wave, and went off with your Master.

Grell stood there for a moment more. She knew you wouldn't truly belittle her or do anything truly physically damaging considering your... relationship, but she still couldn't help but shiver at how dismissive you were. And though she understood why you wouldn't stop to chat - you being under a contract, she couldn't help but feel slightly peeved at how quickly you brushed her off! No long winded insults, no pushing her, no attention, why, you could make a girl feel neglected like this!

She smiled with a dark chuckle. Oh, you'd be paying when you got home that night, she'd make sure of it.~

·:¨༺ ♱✮¨:·ᨐฅ ᨐᵐᵉᵒʷ·:¨✮♱ ༻¨:·˚─── ⋆⋅⛥⋅⋆ ──

You entered the house quietly, a greeting and apology on your lips for how you treated Grell, only to be met by silence and no lights. Immediately you began lighting candles and flicking on lamps to fill the room with light. In doing this, you noted that the lights in the bedroom were on and abandoned your current mission, walking over to the closed door with light pouring from beneath it.

"Grell? Honey? Are you in there?" You knocked gently on the door, pressing an ear to the wood before gently opening it.

"I want to apologize for my... statements... today." Instead of a sleeping or a - hells forbid - working Grell, you found your girlfriend in nothing but her underwear and corset, a satin robe hanging scantily off her shoulders. She looked back at you with a smile, glasses glinting in the light of the many candles lit in the room, speaking of:

The room itself was dimly lit with said candles on holders and on the floor, rose petals delicately strewed throughout the room. On the vanity were a few open makeup boxes, all the makeup being red of course. The bedsheets had been changed to Grell's favorite scarlet ones, and carmine satin ribbons dangled from the headboard and footboard.

The most damning thing, however, was the set of blood red lacey thigh-highs, panties, and bra neatly folded at the foot of the bed.

You didn't notice her stand, but rather heard the door being closed behind you, Grell's fingers making their way around your shoulders, feeling her breath against her neck.

"Oh, so you wish to apologize, is that it?" You felt her lips against your neck, your sensitive skin picking up on the kiss mark left behind. Her hands trailed downward, crossing your chest and fliting over your sensitive nipples, making you suck in a quick breath. Not being able to find your voice, you nodded.

"Well, I think I know of one way you can make it up to me.~" She was by your ear now, lips lightly pressing against it for a moment. You shivered, eyes closing. She giggled.

"You you want to make it up to me, pretty girl?~" You clenched your teeth and turned away, her hands wrapping around your waist and meeting right above your hardened cock. She looked at you for a moment and sighed. Hearing this, you whipped your head around and nodded rapidly, to which she simply walked around you, now facing you with her hands on your ass. One left its perch and took your chin, forcing you to look at her again.

"I want a verbal answer, darling. You're free to say no, you know." Your eyes widened, then you took one of your own hands and placed behind hers, moving both to your cheek and nuzzling into them.

"I do..." Grell immediately smiled, grabbing your face and slamming her lips on yours. She overpowered you easily, tongue invading your mouth with you putting up no resistance. She turned you around and pushed you back onto the bed, forcing you to sit and then sitting in your lap. One of her hands rested on your shoulder, the other making its home around your neck. You whimpered into the kiss and she smiled, breaking it off.

You looked up through tear-laced lashes and she pecked you on the head, getting down on her knees. She began to remove your clothes, starting with your shoes and socks, kissing and nipping up you leg until she made it to your waist. Her fingers made quick work of your belt and the buttons on your pants, you lifting yourself up slightly to make it easier to slip them down your legs. Before you could sit back down, she slipped her finger into the waistline of your drawers, tutting. Wordlessly, she unbuttoned them and drew them down with your pants. You gasped as the cold air of the room hit your now exposed cock, whining. Grell planted a quick kiss to your inner-thigh and continued.

Your waistcoat was removed slowly, the woman above you massaging you shoulders and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Languidly, she removed the rest of your layers, ghosting her painted nails over skin. Tears layered themselves in your eyes and she kissed them away, cooing at your nakedness. Then, she grabbed the laced thigh-highs and unfolded them, taking one and gently unrolling it, she grabbed one of your legs and slowly pushed the fabric up, fixing and smoothing it out, then doing the same for the other. She grabbed you by the waist, forcing you to stand. Grell then grabbed the panties and lightly bit your neck.

"Lift one of those pretty legs for me dearest, would you?" She whispered into your ear. You nodded, lifting you left leg, and she quickly pushed them up, running her hand over your ass and the small of your back while she slipped you through one hole of the panties. You both then did the same on your right side, and she gave you a quick kiss as a reward. You were then sat back down as she ran her hands over your chest, twisting your hardened nipples, causing you to moan.

She continued to play with your chest, making sure your skin was sensitive to the slightest touch. Grell hummed at her work, grabbing the bra and lifting one of your arms, sliding it into place.

"You know," she said as she slipped the other in and clasped the back, "I got the smallest size for you, darling. And look at this! You can't even fill it out!~" The lace brushed against your skin, forcing a few pants and moans from you. Another kiss was pressed to your temple as Grell helped you up, walking you over to the vanity and sitting you down.

"We're not quite done yet my dear, just a couple more touches and you'll be perfect.~ Don't you want to be perfect for me, dearest?~" You nodded rapidly, but Grell clicked her tongue. More tears filled you waterline as you gasped, quickly correcting your mistake.

"Y-yes. I do want to be perfect for you, M-mistress." Grell stared at you as those whispered words left your lips. Taking a strand of hair between her fingers, she twirled it around.

"Mistress hmm? I quite like that..~" She smiled at you and sat back in your lap, turning around and hovering a hand over a small box filled with red lipsticks, all different shades. The reaper choose a slightly lighter shade compared to your current attire, softly applying it to your lips, humming a turn you didn't recognize. Then it was an eyeshadow, mascara, then a blush, the soft brush tickling over your skin.

"Oh look at you!~ Such a pretty girl!~ Why, I don't think I could even tell you were demon if I didn't know better. I might even dare to call you an angel.~" Her hand was under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact. Your hands griped the arms of the chair beneath you, nearly splintering the wood. Your breathing became heavy as Grell leaned closer, lips caressing over yours.

"What do we say?~" She whispered, and you whispered in kind.

"Thank you Mistress."

With wild abandon, she smashed her lips onto yours, hands tangling in your hair and yours flew to her hips. Grells tongue forced its way down your throat, your eyes rolling back from the sensation. She broke the kiss, staring at your fucked out expression.

"Look at how sensitive you are.~ My good little girl." You whined, drool slipping from your lips as you felt her grind down onto your cock. Her hand began to stoke it through the lace panties, making you whine louder. The tip of your cock peaked from the top, pre bubbling from the tip and onto the lace trim.

"Already ruining your panties? Tut tut darling." Grell mused. She grabbed your upper arms and dragged you up, doing all but throwing you onto the bed. She gripped your hair in her hands, resting against the headboard. One of her painted nails ran over your lips, inserting her thumb into your mouth. Her other hand went down to her own panties, rubbing herself through the fabric at the sight of your disheveled form. Her manicured hand pulled her painties down till the rested beneath her balls, revealing her hardened cock, budging and red.

"Open wide, dear.~" Her thumb slipped from your lips, and her cock was rammed down your throat, effectively gagging you.

"MHMP?!?" "Hehe, look at how well your taking me, pretty.~" Grell's hand traced your throat, squeezing it lightly to feel her length poking out.

"Go on then," she pat your head, tangling her hands in your hair, "Show Mistress what this darling throat of yours can do.~"

You groaned, sucking her down and hollowing your cheeks, dragging your tongue up and down the side of her sex. Your lipstick stained the base as you bobbed up and down, breathing through your nose. Grell's hands landed on the sides of your face as you sucked, nails digging and nearly piercing your skin. Without warning she took control, slamming you up and down her cock, the tip touching the back of your throat and your drool slicking up her entire shaft, making it shine.

Grell continued, your lipstick smearing across her girth as the mascara she had applied ran down your face. She then shoved you all the way down, blocking your airflow. To add to it, she gripped one hand around your neck, making the dark spots in your vision grow faster. Your shaky hands gripped her thighs, eyes rolling all the way back as your throat constricted more, spit running down your chin. She held you for a moment longer, your shaking about to cease, moaning at how tight your throat had gotten. Just a second before your fully passed out - which would be a feat - she pulled you off, your head falling onto the sheets. Your tongue lolled out and drool pooled below you, breathing heavy. Grell quickly began stroking, slick noises filling your ears, and thick white ropes covered your face, some getting into your panting mouth. You whined and Grell chuckled breathily, taking some cum onto her fingers and tasting it.

"You make everything sweeter dear. I suppose white is also a good look on you, isn't it, dove?~" You cooed at the nickname, shoving your head into her thigh, which now had your spit on it. You kissed and sucked at her skin, pupils blown out.

"Oh? Is my dove okay?" Her voice had tilt of merriment to it as she lifted you, switching your places so that now you were against the headboard and she was kneeling on the bed. You cooed again, muttering nothings under your breath as you allowed her to wrap you wrists in the silk attacked to the bed. She tied small yet firm knots, tugging to ensure you could still escape if need be. The reaper pat you on the head, giggling when you nuzzled into her touch with hair puffed up.

"Dove, it's time. Are you ready to finally make it up to me?" you gave a mumbled reply. Grell smirked.

She fully slipped of her panties to reveal a already slicked up cunt, glistening with lube, strawberry scented. She positioned herself above you, spitting on your cock and rubbing it in good, she lined up the head with her hole, before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"Good girl.~"

She slammed herself onto you, both of you letting loud moans from the feeling. Her hands gripped your shoulders, nails finally tearing into your skin, you hissing at the dull pain. She bounced up and down, walls clamping down on you with such force that you began to cry, the tears that had been welling up spilling over your lash line.

"O-oh dove - NGH - so p-pretty!~ Even w-ith your makeup all - UGH - ruined!!~" Grell complemented, her hips meeting yours with squelching noises. You were no longer comprehensible, borderline animalistic with the bird-like chirps and coo's you released. Your hands tugged fruitlessly on their binds, desperately clawing out towards Grell. Her thighs slapped on yours, her chest pressed to you still sensitive one, compelling a high-pitched keen to escape your throat, which only caused Grell to coo at you more.

She stopped bouncing and grinded on your cock, walls sucking you in and squeezing, your noises never ending, flowing freely from you lips. Grell pressed her head into the crook of your neck, kissing the skin softly and sucking hickies harshly onto your jugular, biting at it even.

You mewled and wailed at the attention, makeup nearly completely washed away by sweat, drool, and tears. Your head was rolled back as she continued to grind you into her, eyes showing nothing but the whites and jaw fully relaxed. After a moment of her slowing down, the stillness, she suddenly picked herself up and rammed you all the way back in, tip to hilt, in one quick movement. Grell's bouncing was much more aggressive than before, your arms reached back and grabbed onto the headboard. Your teeth grind together, and with heavy breaths you released the loudest whine yet.

"Are y-you about to cum, dove?" Grell groaned. Your nodded quickly, and she gave you a kiss on your cheek. "T-then cum for m-me dove!! CUM FOR M-ME!!-" You screamed, cumming hard into the warmth of her cunt. You gasped, sobbing, trying to catch your breath as Grell came in kind, cum painting your chest. She leaned against you, breathing hard and smiling. Her hands immediately went to your hair, tracing shapes in your scalp, giving you time to slow your breathing.

"Are you awake, dear?" You mumbled something, nothing of substance though. Grell smiled at you, before pulling you out of her. You huffed, watching your seed leak from her lightly gaping hole.

"Alright alright hold on..." She untied your wrists and rubbed them to sooth the dull ache she knew would be there - no matter how much you would deny it - and smiled at you.

"I'll go get snacks, water, towels, etc., etc. dear. You just wait right here." She booped you on your nose and you snorted. Grell then laid you down on the sheet and slipped on a pair of slippers, walking out of the room to the kitchen, though you couldn't help but watch the trails of white that flowed down her legs.

You snuggled deeper into the fabric of the sheets, beginning to nod off. All you wanted was for her to return and hold you. Eventually she did, holding a tray filled with aforementioned snacks, water, towels and set it down, leaving for a moment to grab new sheets and popping by the vanity to grab a few makeup wipes. She gave you some water before she began to wipe the streaked makeup off your face.

"You did wonderfully dear, I can assure you you've apologized fully." You giggled and she smiled, leaning in so the bridges of your noses were touching.

"I love you, Mistress." Grell chuckled.

"And I love you, Dove."

·:¨༺ ♱✮¨:·ᨐฅ ᨐᵐᵉᵒʷ·:¨✮♱ ༻¨:·˚─── ⋆⋅⛥⋅⋆ ──

"What are those dark spots on your neck, (Y/n)?" You turned to the sound of Alois's voice, sharply keeping your gaze right above the eyes lest you end up like Hannah.

"Whatever do you mean, your Highness?" You asked, and he pointed to a specific part of your jugular, and after you ran a hand over the bruise, your eyes widened.

"It's nothing, your Highness I promise, nothing that should concern you anyway..." Though that only made the blonde pout and start whining childishly.

"Well now I simply must know!! What is it??" You looked over to Claude who only shrugged with the tiniest of smirks on his face, that bastard.

You were going to kill him one day, if you didn't die of embarrassment first, anyway.

{𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼}: This is a bit longer than the last one. If you could not tell at this point, I adore Black Butler. Thank you for reading.

-🖋️

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[alipeeps]

Hah!! I knew it!! (I'm onto your storytelling tricks now GJM!!)

Yeeeah you coulda acted a little quicker though Zhuo Yichen... like before Pei Sijing got thrown into a pillar... (although on second thoughts, no, fuck her traitorous ass, as you were Zhuo Yichen, you're good....)

Oh god, the angst of it all...

If he were to die, the burden would just be passed to someone else. He would be condemning someone else to the pain and self-loathing that he feels.

Oh dang, the bottle he drinks from all the time is a liquid that helps suppress malicious energy!! He's literally dosing himself all day every day to try and stay in control!!

Shit, he is visibly shaking with effort, struggle to keep even a smidgen of control, and begging Ying Zhao to kill him before it's too late

Wait, what's grandpa gonna do? Why's he telling Ying Lei goodbye?!!

Did he... did he just fucking sacrifice himself to help suppress Zhu Yan?! Did he put his... spirit?... into Zhu Yan to help suppress the malicious qi?

That might save everyone's lives but jfc that is NOT going to help Zhu Yan's guilt/self-loathing problem!!

Oh GOD the usually carefree and silly Ying Lei outright SOBBING over his grandpa is fucking killing me!

Good god, his FACE. He looks happy at first... I guess that the blood moon is over and he is in control? But then he looks up and sees... sees the aftermath... of what HE has done...

My poor fucking boy. He is so tormented. 😭

He is indeed grandpa

So they've got a month where the malicious qi won't affect him...

I'm still not sure I understand what it is he's done to himself to get those scars? Was he being literal about lightning strikes? And secluding himself *after* the blood moon... why? To let the malicious qi levels lessen?

God the visuals of this show!!

Sure ya do buddy.

Why are you no match for Li Lun? I thought you were badass demon? Oooh wait up though... the subs on iQiyi said "I'm no match for Li Lun"... but the subs on the my downloaded file say "I can't kill Li Lun". Which is it? Because one is can't as in not able to... and the other might mean can't as in can't bring myself to...

Oh wait what? It can?

Oh god Ying Lei's grief has me genuinely crying.

No she hasn't, they're having to take turns at the scenic moping spot and Zhu Yan had it most of the night...

Yeah you DESERVE to be hated girl cos Zhu Yan didn't have a choice... you did. He was literally being controlled by malicious energy. Regardless of what Chongwu camp used to get you to spy for them, you made the choice to.

WHO? Who should have almost completed his great mission by now? Cos that did not sound like you were talking about Zhao Yunzhou there...

I STG if you fuckers pull the rug out from under me by making Xiao Bai be a fucking spy too I will cut a bitch...

Aaaaand the next scene jumps straight to Xiao Bai. Don't you do it. Don't you fucking dare!!

Oooh they've somehow all magically got furry winter clothes now...

Oh dang, my boy's had a mountain god makeover.

Awww he's leaving the gang to stay there?

Oh god damn don't give the magic travel device to the fucking spy. She'll land you all straight into the middle of Chongwu camp instead of where you want to go...

Yeeeeeaaaah that ain't all it means mate... 😂

They're all having protracted heartfelt goodbyes... and where is my poor Zhu Yan?

Group hug!! For everybody except the Great Demon Zhu Yan... 😭

Ugh that was an emotional rollercoaster and I am exhausted.

[ijustloveobeymeok]

but you should write about levi's strength

!!! Bless you for letting me talk about Leviathan with reason.

Let me do it in a list format so it doesn't feel like I'm rambling.

-Let's get the facts everyone knows out of the way first -As we all know the order of the brothers are also a determination of their strength. So Levi being the third brother indicates he is the third strongest demon amongst them. -Although he is one of the physically weaker ones, which makes him being ranked third even more impressive. -Which , I still believe it is justified. -To start off with, he is the Admiral of the navy. You definitely need to have a considerably impressive strength if you want to be an admiral and have a whole army under you. -His love (and talent) for games also suggest high levels of focus and strategic skills which plays into him being a good admiral. -This also plays into him having political strength, as he is able to maintain that position and control while being an absolute homebody. -He is also able to summon Lotan, which in itself says a lot about his overall abilities. -I mean you probably got to be real strong to have an ancient sea serpent as a familiar/summon. -It is a canon fact that each demon can overpower the demon(s) below them, so even though he is physically weak, this implies that he can easily bring down his brothers save for Luci and Mammon. -He is also someone that the other brothers have mentioned avoiding winding up, vaguely mentioning how disastrous things can be if he loses control (this was brought up in one of their devilgram posts, I'm sorry idr which one anymore) -Also it is basically canon that the ranking is based off magical power so let's talk about that a little too. -When it comes to abilities via magical powers I think Levi's abilities are one of the most talked about. -It's mostly to do with water (a.k.a controlling a whole element) -He can summon giant floods, breathe underwater (or hold his breath for a scarily long time I've forgotten), and can even communicate with sea life. -Sailor man you really turn me on- -Lastly, and what I believe is a valid theory; their assigned sin/emotion is a huge source of their magic power -The first three, Pride (Lucifer), Greed (Mammon), Envy (Leviathan), are pretty consistent emotions. They're feelings that more or less stays with you. A prideful person is always prideful, a greedy person is always greedy, etc. -The rest of the brothers, their sins are more commonly a feeling that comes and goes. A person will become angry and calm again, a person will become sleepy and will stop once they've slept (yk what I'm trying to say, sorry I'm doing my best to word this in English) -Which is why, I think Lucifer, Mammon and Levi are the stronger demons. -Similarly it may also be based on how their sins affect the world but that's harder to judge/rank.

Bonus: -I do think Levi's insecurities play a big part in locking up his potential strength. -He's never really interested in talking about or showing off his strength (he's more proud of his gaming prowess) -Overall he may be the most peaceful demon amongst his brothers, which makes him come across as weaker than he truly is. -But we should know by now, peacefulness is not the absence of strength.

So yeah, obviously Levi is not the strongest. And I'm sure he has a lot of people telling him he doesn't deserve to be higher than his other brothers. But I beg to differ.

Leviathan deserves his position as the third brother. And y'all should be glad God didn't give him an ego bc if he did you'd all be screwed.

[anonymouscheeses]

The Morningstar family :)

First off, king of hell himself, Lucifer! I incorporated all of the animals he transformed into in the battle with Adam scene(goat, horse, snake, and duck but i wont include duck since hes obsessed already) Because I kept looking up what animals lucifer has been depicted as and was like, yeah nvm let's jst use this one scene and call it a day. His wings are black instead of white with black tips to further imply lil bro is a fallen angel. Made him doll-like to be similar to his daughter a bit but also they aren't freaking carbon copies of eachother, she is unique I swear guys. He's also not an all powerful being, he has limits, he gets tired quickly and his physical strength is LOW ASF he cannot throw a punch for the life of him. Personality wise, he is judgemental, prideful, and neglectful. But it's okay cuz he's silly 😐 /j he is super different, and it takes years for Charlie and him to be on speaking terms. He's trying, but is that enough?

Lillith!!! The first succubi, from what I know. I didnt include succubi features because I'm an idiot and forgot that was a concept. Sure it may not be canon anymore, or at all maybe, but I would've liked to make it true ☹️ there's not alot known about her in the show and we don't know why she is in heaven (if that's even her tbh). So once we know I'll either rewrite that or keep it as it is, not sure. But this Lillith does own Alastor's soul, she knows that he is one of the most unusual and powerful sinner in hell, so once she flees to heaven she gains his soul to keep an eye on Charlie, in return she gives him influence over hell(being that she influences hell with her voice) The radio station and all, since that's pretty much all he wants. He gives her info on the hotel's progress and how Charlie is doing, she just wants to be there. Personality is uh, calm, ambitious, and generous, yet negatively she is strict and wants things her way. She is the one closest to Charlie and very dear to her, which is why Charlie always tries to call her instead of Eve or Lucifer. Even though Charlie knows now she won't pick up the phone anymore, maybe ever again. It still comforts her to call anyways.

Lastllyy, Eveeee!! She's a pretty silly lil gal. She ate the apple of knowledge, so she was cursed to forever be reminded of it when she sees her tail. Oh yeah, they are also all married! Lillith's ring is under her glove. Anyway, she is pretty powerful despite her having no demon form. She already looks demon enough to fit in. So she does, she goes into pentagram city often and creates bonds with the people. Some know she is Eve and some just see her as a friendly yet powerful individual. Her magic is similar to Charlie's, she got the fireworks coming out of her finger from Eve, and they both can heal their body parts. Charlie doesn't know it because she hasn't needed to yet. Eve uses her charm to be friends with the people of hell, Lillith uses it to gain an army for the fight against heaven, Lucifer couldn't care less and coops himself up in his castle. Personality wise, she is very golden retriever, peaceful, and honest, yet also neglectful being that she spends time with demons rather than her own daughter. (She's barely there with Charlie even before she disappeared along with Lillith. But when they moved to the hotel she tried to make up for it.)

She regretted the marriage. For years.

The potential of Lillith angst is immeasurable, it's painful. Imagine being the first woman, forced into a marriage with a controlling man, falling in love with an angel, the other angels forbidding that, you both try to get Eve to join your relationship, she takes the apple but evil and such take over the world, and then because of your lover's dreams you are all sent to hell. Freaking horrible.

Demon forms!! Charlie gained Lillith's demon form, but I may give her dragon wings to make up for it. Messy doodle I knowww *sob*. Eve doesn't have one because the elder angels stripped that away form her because they were terrified of all of them having stronger forms. They are also ALL cursed with different features. Soo uh, Lucifer has one red eye to remind him of his evil side, he also has all sort of animal details and doll features because he's a mess and a control freak! :3 Lillith has horns, hooves, and a tail because she joined the devil. Eve is blind, the angels ripped her eyes out because she dares to willingly see the devil and his bride, she has wings on each side of her head because she was also a fallen angel(it was hell, because she was unhappy in being Adam's wife, it was temporary as she made herself go to hell instead of being kicked out.) She has a snout and ears too, cuz goat, and a tail with a shape of an apple at the end. Eve was done the worse oh lawwdd 😭😭

BABY CHARLIE!! She at one point HAD to have worn overalls. Right? PLEASE?? I don't know how to draw toddlers bear with me here.

Emo Charlie! Yayy.... she got her period so now she's an adult. 💀 little does she know it's actually a trauma response to being neglected so she tries to get attention by being weird!! 😃👍 (I ruined emo Charlie now)

(I have no idea how to do aesthetics... I'm in pain.)

When I said Lucifer is judgemental, prideful, and neglectful, I meant it. He's a horrible person. But he's trying to be better. That doesn't make him good nor excuse his behavior, he deserves the consequences. Which is why I don't like Lucifer in the show. He is NOT a good person but in one episode he is deprived from the karma of YEARS of neglect and shame. He just says "oh ill support you now" despite two episodes later the message is that actions speak louder than words which only applies to Vaggie for some reason. Why is Lucifer all of a sudden the exception? Oh right cuz he's a silly dad with depression so it's fine(Sorry but this genuinely pisses me off). And people in the fandom have demonized Charlie for being "mean" to him, when she is honestly so valid for reacting like that. The thing is, I don't hate Lucifer. Which is why I hate him if that makes sense. I hate that I like a character that shouldn't be liked yet. This should have been an arc for season 2. This scene should have been the start of the journey. The scene I drew out above is in ep 5 and it's the only interaction they get (it replaces the more than anything scene)

Charlie has no idea how humans/sinners work. She likes to observe them but never quite gets the purpose of their actions. She's emotionally unintelligent like in the show. Which lemme just say, is a FLAW. Characters have FLAWS PEOPLE. If I see another person shaming her for indirectly hurting Angel in episode 4 I'm going to lose it 🥰 she doesn't get emotions, she doesn't understand how people work, because she's been in isolation her entire 200+ years of living maybe less. But still this is all new to her and she is not at fault at all for that (im projecting probably) 🙄 (this is before Vaggie is revealed to be a fallen angel ofc). She's so in awe at her people, it's like a new world and she just wants to understand. It's kinda creepy but y'know it's a Charlie thing. Vaggie also is emotionally unintelligent but that's because she never used to focus on relationships or bonding. Which causes bad communication and problems between the two, YAY DEVELOPMENT!!

Idk bro I just wanted to draw her full demon form again. Uhh from the last time I drew I gave her... a new outfit, darker fur to match her skin, uhh, and dragon wings. Ya thas all but I like this one so much more already lmao. I got the fire hair idea because when she gets angry in the show(+pilot) her hair would defy gravity and it would remind me of yknow.. fire.

They're first meeting went swell! Unlike Lucifer and Vaggie's... but that's for later. Emily grew up afraid of hell but especially Lucifef and turning out the way he did. She still is but she's getting used to having the monster of her bed time stories be a short gummy bear. (Takes place when Charlie and Lucifer are in... better terms I guess) Also, Vaggie and Lucifer's first meet? Not great. Let's just say... Vaggie replaced Alastor and it become "Hell's Greatest Pal" or somthn like that. But yeah, Lucifer didn't really like Vaggie, not because she's a woman n homophobia hellll no his wives are wives, but because he didn't think she was good enough for her. Being a sinner n all. He's a hypocrite like that 😭 plus, he knew Vaggie was a fallen angel but he's not a monster so he didn't say anything. Just passively jabbing at the fact she is in the song to make her scared.

And one last doodle before I sign off!

These six bro... my absolute favorites <3 if you want please send in a request of them and their relationships I'm so desperate I love them sm (especially chaggily butttt lucifers stolen wives(that's the ship name I made 😭) too)

I hope you liked my rambel... my rewrite.... my redesigns.... and my stupidness... have a great day lmao

[just-null]

how come you took a liking to the hantengu clones? (no hate i’m just wondering :3)

your cult leader definitely wasn't manifesting someone to ask this. I definitely didn't mind control you to ask this!!!

short answer: I have bad taste sometimes

my delusions got to me and i saw they had a lot of potential. also their special case of being clones but also feeling so different intrigued me. BROTHER CODED BROOOOOO

[MESSY rambling under the cut]

its so funny to me because its always the same in my mind. "wow, imagine liking these fuck faces" -> "No, no, nO"

THESE MOTHER FUCKERS. IM SO MAD. A GUY WHOSE A DELUSIONAL PATHOLOGICAL LIAR AND NEVER TAKEN ACCOUNTABILITY OF HIS ACTIONS ONCE IN HIS LIFE IS KIND OF EVERYTHING?? AND HIS CLONES WHO'RE ALSO SO DIFFERENT BUT ALSO SIMILAR??

HANTENGU THEN HAVING EMOTIONAL MANIFESTATIONS OF HIMSELF THAT WILL OBVIOUSLY DO THE SAME BUT IN DIFFERENT WAYS BECAHSE THEYRE FUELED BY ONE CORE EMOTION...

AND EVEN THEN CAN STILL FEEL OTHER EMOTIONS ASIDE FROM THEIR CORE ONE............. WHAT THE FUCK!*!?!??@,$,,@,! IM FROTHING AT THE MOUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ITS GIVING FAMILY WHO'RE SO DELUSIONAL AND AGAINST THE WORLD TOGETHER <- FAMILY LOVING WHORE

ALSO THE THOUGHT OF AN OLD MAN WHO LOOKS HARMLESS AND CRIES ALL THE TIME BUT HE CAN BREAK YOUR NECK IS THE LITERAL DEFINITION OF DEMON TO ME.. FUCKIGN AWESOME..

THEY ALSO HAVE HORNS AND POINTY EARS. BRO..... BRO!!!!!!!!!

AGHGHGH I LOVE HOW THEYRE ALL FIGHTING TO PROTECT THEIR MAIN BODY. LIKE?? IT SCRATCHED A CERTAIN PART OF MY BRAIN. ITS THE PROTECTION AND GOING TO THE MOST INTENSE LENGTHS TO DO IT.. EVEN HAVING FUN MESSING W THEIR TARGET???

LIKE HERE THEY REACTED INSTANTLY WHEN THE MAIN BODY WAS FOUND OUT AND LIKE I KNOW ITS THEIR LIVES ON THE LINE TOO, BUT LIKE BRO... WHAT IF.. WHAT IF..........

T.TEAM WORK???? LIKE FUNCTIONAL TEAM WORK WHERE THEY UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER WITHOUT HAVING TO COMMUNICATE MUCH????

SOBS.. THEYRE HOT TOO. OKAY??? THATS ALSO A GOOD FACTOR....... FUCK OFF IM NOT IMMUNE TO HOT DUDES

IM GOING CRAZY CAUSE THEY WERE ONE NIGHT STANDED BY THE FANDOM...... eVERYONE SAW THEY WERE HOT, HIT IT (usually all at once, oh my goodness) AND QUIT IT

I SAW FANART FOR A BIT THEN IT WENT BACK TO RENGOKU. I GET THAT NOT EVERYONE CAN SURVIVE OFF SCRAPS AND DELUSIONS THOUGH SO I LET IT SLIDE. [not hate, rengoku's a green flag, i just have bad taste.]

they work so well together and always go for the same goal it scratched my stupid froggy pebble brain. they were also lowkey throwing insults at each other during it, so it fuels my headcanon that theyd probably rough house.

i look deep into details that arent there and i made up based on what i was given. like how each of the clones talk to each other or how they react to things.

they can all be yandere coded in my brain 😔 but like.. these are the toxic on again off again relationship that you want to cut ties with but they annoy the fuck out of you by never leaving................. I really like these guys..............

shakes all of you. look how amazing they are.

[gothicjester]

Headcanons for OM! Undateables Finding Out You Were In A Car Wreck

Did one for the brothers some time ago, and meant to go through with making one for the undateables. To the wonderful person that commented hoping I would, sorry for the wait, I hope you like it!

Undateables Finding Out You’ve Been In A Car Wreck

Diavolo

He finally got around to the paperwork he’d been putting off when the custom ringtone he set for you sounded through the room. He answered eagerly, hoping you’d be willing to help him slog through it.

It took him a moment to register that you did not greet him as you normally did. Your tone had him alarmed, and it increased to panic when he heard what happened. You were injured, in the middle of the snow and no close shelter; this would not stand.

He immediately summoned Barbatos, ordering him to locate you immediately with an urgency Barbatos had never heard from him before.

Barbatos finds you as Diavolo is still on the line, and the Demon Prince opens a portal straight to you without hanging up. 

He sees you leaning against your friend in support before his eyes travel over to the wrecked vehicle. 

Humans were so fragile. He knew this moreso than most demons after extensive research to make the exchange program work. He had studied what climates your species could handle, outlawed most foods in the Devildom that would poison you, and set his best and brightest as your bodyguards.

Seeing you injured and shaken as you looked up at him brought all of that to the forefront of his mind. All of his planning, and it was the Human Realm you nearly died in.

He clamps down on his anxiety and fixes the grin you love so much on his face. It's easy enough to pick you up. It'll be harder to get him to put you down, you realize later.

He kept the portal open, and ushers you and your friends into the Devildom. There, you are treated by the best healers, and set up to want for nothing.

It's a little matter to Diavolo to get your friend a replacement vehicle. What you and your friends never realize is that the vehicle was equipped with custom protection charms. The vehicle and its passengers could survive a nuke, though Diavolo hopes you never have to test that.

That being said, good luck getting out of the Devildom after this incident. Diavolo closes down any available portals to the Human Realm for a good while after that.

It takes a long, long time for him to be convinced that it was a one off disaster and (probably) wouldn't happen again.

Barbatos

The thing about being able to control time is that you are in a constant state of weighing the pros and cons of switching timelines.

He is so focused on the big events; world ending disasters, Prince Diavolo's duties and image, ensuring the Devildom’s safety… it's all so much to focus on. He never thought such a small event in the grand scheme of things could make him feel as if his world was ending.

A phone call. He was surprised; you usually text him, as you know he's busy at this time of day. He wipes his hand on his apron and picks up his phone.

You were hurt. You were stranded. He processes these things with a cool veneer, but under the surface he is a mess. How could he have let this happen to you?

He could rewind time, go back before the wreck and save you. But Diavolo just sealed the deal with a valuable ally, and there had already been such a slim chance of success on that deal that if anything in the timeline was changed, it could be a butterfly effect and ruin all their careful planning and hard work.

He is still tempted, but decides to assess your state in person before making that call.

When he requests Diavolo to open a portal for him, the Prince is surprised. He's never seen his butler so frazzled. Concern is clearly radiating off of him, so Diavolo does not question it further and simply does as requested.

Barbatos steps out into the chilled winter air, and searches the surroundings for you. He was able to deduce your rough location through magic, but it took a small walk to see the tire marks and vehicle smashed into the tree. You and your friends are huddled nearby, though far enough away to be safe should the car catch fire.

You see him before he sees you; a rare occurrence. Relief is clear on your face as you stumble up to him, and he's sure that his own expression mirrors yours.

Without hesitation he takes off his coat and wraps you in it. In short order, an ambulance is called and a rental vehicle is arranged to be delivered to the hospital. When the issue of money is brought up, he waves your concerns away and settles any costs with the budget Diavolo allotted for “human care”. Solomon rarely used the budget anyways, and Barbatos saw your friends as potential new exchange students. It was an investment, he reasoned. It totally wasn't because of the grateful smile he knew you'd give him when he settled the costs…

You are brought back to the Devildom and doted on. You want for nothing in the next week, as Barbatos is there before you can utter more than a wishful word. Diavolo almost gets jealous, but settles for being amused at seeing his butler in such a state. It was nice to not be the one mother henned for a change, he thinks.

You eventually force Barbatos to take a break. Just watching him balance his usual duties with taking care of you is exhausting, and so you pull him into bed and lay on top of him in an effort to give him a break. You state moving you would hurt your ribs, so he'd better stay put. He stays, but pouts about it. 

Simeon

Simeon never wants to hear you as panicked as you were now, on the phone with him. He had been writing when the phone rang, and had been pleasantly surprised to see your name on the caller ID. But when he picked up, your shaken tone dispelled any sort of joy that had built up.

Being an angel, he has his own methods to get to the human realm. No need to worry about permission, he slips into the Human Realm without any fuss, wings already out and eyes busy searching the snow covered woods.

He finds wreckage, and sees you and your friends immediately after. With a banking of his wings, he circles down and lands, scattering loose snow over you.

He carefully checks you for injuries, not quite believing you when you say that it's only bruises. Healing magic is second nature to an angel, and though Simeon was by no means an expert, he was skilled enough to heal away the injuries you and your friends obtained. 

After he helps get your friends to safety, he takes you back to the Devildom with him. He coaxes you into staying the night, much to his housemates' delight. You’re wrapped up in the fluffiest blanket Grimm could buy, and are treated to Luke’s baking.

When the demon brothers come knocking to find out why you’re there and not at the House of Lamentation, Simeon is tempted to close the door in their faces. He wants to be selfish and keep you there. But that wouldn’t be very angelic, would it?

Solomon

Solomon felt as if he didn’t get as many chances to hang out with you as the others do. It’s why he cherished the times the two of you could get to spend together. 

So when you’re late, it makes him bemused. He had been hoping learning new potions would have enticed you enough; maybe he needed to brush up on what mortals did for fun these days…

Then he checks his phone. It had been on silent; he hadn’t realized he set it to that. Solomon reads your texts with dread.

Over the years, he had lost many friends and lovers to sudden unfortunate circumstances. While one may think an immortal could get used to anything, each time does not get easier… no, the feeling of dread and loss builds more each time.

Solomon has lost so, so many people.

It’s little trouble to him to open a portal. He has his loopholes and demonic contracts, and so doesn’t necessarily need permission. Still, if Diavolo asks, Solomon is certain that this could be forgiven.

The snow is bitterly cold, but when he finds you and your friends, you’re not shivering; whether from adrenaline or you’re entering hypothermia, Solomon wasn’t sure. He takes his jacket off and throws it around you, concern making his hands shake. The coat itself is charmed with temperature regulation, and he’s relieved when color starts coming back to your face.

You were out there long enough to settle your own rescue. Solomon feels guilt over how long it took him to check his phone. So much so, you catch on and thread a comforting, if chilled, hand through his. All of you wait as your friend’s family arrives, shuffling you into the vehicles. 

When talk of hospitals comes up, Solomon waves it off and passes around the healing salve he brought with him. He accidentally walks in on you applying it to your seat belt bruises, and it makes his breath catch to see the stripe of deep violet across your chest.

After that day, Solomon doesn’t leave you alone. Whereas the brothers concern would usually wane after a week or so, Solomon takes a lot longer to assure himself you’re fine.

He pulls you into lessons for protection charms and healing spells, and brews you healing balm that he asks to keep on your person at all times. He trains you on how to summon the brothers should you need their help, and when the brothers learn the reason, they encourage it.

Every morning he uses divination to ensure you do not have a similar event again.

When he attempts to cast tracking magic on you to monitor your health and location, you call him out on it and all but order him to see a therapist. He goes, but only if you go too.

I may have some feelings about Solomon's immortality, and what centuries-long trauma would entail.