#One hell of a good bellhop

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC xDP fanfic idea: One hell of a good Bellhop

Danny and Jazz Fenton get a chance of a lifetime after a whirlwind of dimension displacement. It's hard to explain how it happened. One minute, they were visiting Clockwork, having tea with their surrogate grandfather, and the next, they were being attacked by what appeared to be woolly mammoths standing on two legs and carrying weapons.

Clockwork had dispatch to take them head on- timeline pests he called them- but in the confusion Danny and Jazz were taken by suprised, stuffed into sacks and thrown through a whirlpool turned portal that spit them out in a new world.

They tried to call Clockwork for help, but it was as if though the Ghost Zone was blocked by some power. Danny at least still had his ghost powers and Jazz was equipped with the standard Fenton weapons on her person, but that wasn't much help when between the two of them they had sixty dollars and thirty four cents to their names.

Drivers' invalid licenses, phones that weren't connected to any service, and maybe worse of all, no actual identity to speak of.

The Fentons simply didn't exist in this world. Not even their four fathers. The two were at a loss on what to do- for about three months. Then they put their Fenton intelligence to use and hacked into a hotel.

It was a run-down place in the heart of downtown Gotham- the place that the portal shot them to was Metropolis. Still, people paid way too much attention to homeless minors there, so they had to move after dodging a weird underwear guy who kept trying to capture Danny. Apparently, he thought Danny was a "Kryptonian Clone". Fruitloop.

Jazz thought they were the only guests in the Hotel, which is why the owner was so happy to host them for weeks instead of a few days. He was a sweet old man named Charles who was far too old to work but couldn't afford the staff, so he did everything himself.

Jazz felt an awful pity seeing him sit at his counter, staring hopefully at the door for any new guests whenever she returned from her work. It was heartbreaking to see Charles' eyes dim whenever the closing time came, and once again, no one stopped by. At this point, he kept the hotel open in a sad, broken dream.

Where did she work? Danny didn't know, but Jazz made him swear she would handle their expenses. She kept a tight lip on her day, and since Danny had no documentation to go to school with, he found himself helping Charles with maintenance.

He has no license to do anything, but Danny has been installing electricity, water pipes, and anything in between since he was young. FentonWorks always needed something fixed, after all.

He even went out and "borrowed" some paint cans to give the old place a little touch-up. Charles' eyes watered when he saw.

"My wife and I meet at this hotel, you know," Charles tells him one day as Danny patches up some old bricks. He runs to find the old man, gently running his hand along the fireplace. A picture of two young people dancing in the Hotel Lobby—back when it was new and shiny—is hanging right over it. It's easy to see it's Charles and his late wife, Sally.

"Of course, that was back in the forties—a few years after the war and before Gotham was crime-infested. We always wanted to run this place together. We worked two jobs, and when we finally had enough, we bought it from the old owners when they announced they were closing down. We were so happy and ran it together for a year, but then she got sick. Really sick. I was told to give up on the Hotel when I lost her. No one saw a reason when it was obviously failing, but it's the last thing I have of her, you know?"

Danny's lips wobble. He thinks back to hours and hours of tracing the Fenton Works logo on all his new clothes. It looks stupid but, gosh its the last thing he has of his parents since they been sepreated too.

"Yeah" His voice catches "Yeah I know. Did you two ever have children?"

Charles shakes his head. "Salley couldn't have kids, and no matter how many times we applied, we were never approved for adoption. Then we were too old."

"I'm sorry Charles"

"That's alright, my boy." The man's smile is just as heartbreaking and sad as it is soft. "It's something I accepted long ago. "

Danny decided then and there that he would save this hotel if it was the last thing he did. Danny wasn't aware that his Ghost Powers launched onto that oath and sent out a flair, turning Gotham's Fog Lodge into his new haunt.

This meant that overnight, Danny's haunt was carefully bettering itself as a reflection of Danny's happiness. It made it look brand new among all the old and falling apart scenery.

No one knew why or how, but it looked just as Charles remembered it in the glory days.

Danny decided they couldn't compete with large chain hotels, so he made it an experience instead. He did Era events using his experience with the different parts of the Ghost Zone as references.

Soon Gotham was hearing of the Victorian Era Ball—a chance to dress up and dance the old ways with antique clothing of that period.

But Danny didn't stop there.

Disco parties. Nineties garage bands. Murder mysteries nights from the roaring twenties. Even the props were so realistic that people swore they stepped into the time from when arriving for their events.

People started calling, hoping to book in advance, and Charles burst into tears the first night Danny told them they ran out of rooms.

Since it was Danny's haunt, he could complete all the work by himself, having the hotel help him along the way. No one knew why or how, but somehow it was always clean, food was always prepared whenever someone needed it, and bags would be up into their rooms without actually seeing the Bellhop pass getting them at the door.

Not a single staff member in sight, either.

Charles suspected Danny was meta, and he was using his powers to be one hell of a good host. Everyone else thought the place was haunted by staff made entirly of ghosts, and that somehow made it more appealing.

Jazz's new boss thought it a little too good to be accurate, but he was so good at keeping records and organizing that he gave her the benefit of the doubt. After all, she did mention she had a meta brother she was desperately trying to protect.

If there was one thing Red Hood knew, it was that desperate people turned to crime the most. If he could keep someone like Jazz Fenton away from working with the nutjobs of Gotham, he would have been doing one thing better for the city.

As far as Jazz was aware, she was only an assistant/secretary to an obvious front masquerading as an insurance company, and if she pretended not to notice all the crime, she could feed Danny and help Charles.

Charles, for his part, never said it, but he thinks if he and Sally had been able to have grandchildren, they would have been exactly like Jazz and Danny.

He may have let it be implied at one point, and the misunderstanding spreads that he is their grandfather. None of the three make haste to correct it.

Gotham Fog Lodge starts to gain traction around the same time it captures the eye of one very intrigued billionaire. Bruce Wayne keeps an eye on the business but decided to let Jason make the call since the grandduaghter's owner works for him. '

Surely, he would step in if something malicious was going on.

[jyoongim]

Anon requested: “Alastor X OC Smut where the reader is Lucifers daughter Charlie's twin he hears she is set to marry a hellborn demon but he doesn't want to give her up so he offers her his completel love and devotion for her soul but she says he already has it, they mate in his demonic form and he impregnates and marks her as his mate sealing the deal so when her father comes to take her away he finds she is carrying Alastor's twin fawns….”

@ohmylovewhereartthou-blog i had so much fun writing this!!!

(I shortened the request because of details)

themes: arranged marriage, slight breeding kink, creampie, cervix touching, stomach bulge, magic, possessive/jealous behavior, rough sex, degradation, praise, happy ending

~ reader will be called “princess/baby/ma cherie/dear/darling/ angel~

Morningstar!Reader x Alastor

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You were the King of Hell’s treasure.

You were the older twin to Charlie Morningstar.

Because you were the firstborn Princess of Hell, your father had arranged that you would marry and begin the process of becoming the next ruler of Hell.

“What?” You asked confused looking at your father, not sure you had heard him right.

Lucifer cleared his throat and had a big smile on his face.

”I have finally found a respectful hellborn for you angel. A Goetia prince. Hes perfect for you and would make an excellent partner”

Marriage? 

“But Daddy I-” you started, but Lucifer interrupted you 

“No but’s it took me a longtime to find someone who I thought would be a good match for you. This is good! I already have everything arranged and it has been set. As the Princess of Hell you will begin your royal duties officially”

Charlie took your hand as you felt your anger rise. Being the kind soul she was, she tried to intervene

”Dad sis is already in a relationship. She can’t just give that up. She’s in love” your twin gushed.

Lucifer grimaced at the mention of your significant other.

”Yes Alastor was it? Hmm well I advise you make peace with him and end it.”

You felt tears pool in your eyes. Give up your love? This was so unfair!

“I will grant you six months. One year to make your peace with the bellhop and then you’re coming home. Understood?”

You nodded sadly as you stood and bowed “Yes father”

You watched as he opened a portal and disappeared, leaving you and Charlie.

Charlie turned to you “Hey Im sure if you explain to this prince your situation that he will understand” Oh sweet Charlie. So naive.

You shook your head “You dont understand Charlie. I have a duty to uphold. I am the Heir to the throne and I must obey our father’s wish. As ordered by the King”

You stood up and went to your room, where you cried yourself to sleep.

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Hell was in a frenzy at the announcement of your upcoming engagement. 

It wasn’t everyday that hellish royalty was getting married.

 It was the talk in all the rings of Hell.

And soon word reached back to the Radio Demon.

You and Alastor had been going steady for a while. It was actually your twin who encouraged you two to be together since Alastor had made it known he had fancied you when you came to the hotel to help your sister.

You never imagined you would be head over heels for the red demon, but satan did you love him.

Alastor adored you. Worshiped the ground you walked on and treated you with the upmost respect.

There was no way you could just break up with him to…to marry a stranger!

You had always thought you would marry Alastor. But maybe that was just a dream….

”The realm is buzzing with excitement. Never thought your father would disapprove of our union so much” Alastor chuckled.

He had brought you out on a date, to distract you from all the fuss.

It was just you and him. Just as it had always been.

You stiffened. You hadnt had the heart to tell Alastor of your father’s decision. You just wanted to enjoy these moments while they lasted.

You sighed, poking your food “Are you upset?” You asked softly, peeking at him through your eyelashes.

Alastor smiled, “Well you are the princess my dear. Im not upset. Ill love you even if you decide to go through with this whole engagement haha but I hadnt added a prince to my broadcast yet” he giggled, making you smile.

Oh how you loved his bloodlust.

”j-just…I mean I haven’t even met this guy and daddy just wants to ship me off to the highest bidder. There hasn’t been any need for him to even think of marriage. Hes not dying. There’s no need for me to marry. I dont want marry a stranger…I want to marry you”

”Oh my dear at least let me be the one to propose” he joked.

He grabbed your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb “Dont worry dearest. I wont let anyone take you from me”

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The hotel was quiet when you two came back.

You had indulge in drinks to rid your mind of your impending doom.

Alastor brought you to his room and you made yourself comfortable.

Like any date, you hoped to lose yourself in pleasure at the end.

You stripped yourself of your pantsuit, leaving you in your lingerie.

Alastor’s colors.

”Red is such a lovely color on you” He whispered, coming behind you, pressing soft kisses on your shoulders. You hummed happily, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. You were blessed with your mother’s height so your breasts were hugged against his face.

”I can give you anything you desire ma cherie. Say the word and its yours. Ill burn Hell if you say to. I am at your complete disposal” He peppered your chest in kisses, softly nipping at the tops of your breasts.

You leaned his face up to yours and pressed your lips against his, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

”make me forget all my problems. Fuck me like the slut I am and not a princess. I wanna be yours completely, like we have forever” you whispered against his lips.

Alastor grinned as he retreated from your lips, trailing a hand into your thick locks and gripping tight, the other toying with your panties.

”Your wish is my command”

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“F-fuck! Please please” you whined, as Alastor pounded into you.

Your claws ripped through the bedding as your body jolted along the sheets. Your body was going haywire.

How many times had he brought you to orgasm?

You had lost count.

Your body was sticky with sweat and your cunt clenched around his cock.

Alastor tugged your hair, pulling your head back. He let out a growl when he saw how fucked out you were.

Your face was flushed, your tongue lulled and you were panting.

So beautiful.

”A-Al!” You cried when he gave you a harsh thrust. He chuckled “what is doll? C’mon use your words”

words? What were words? You could barely think!

He leaned over you, never breaking his pace ”what a pretty slut. To think another demon is to fuck my cunt. No that wont do. Your cunt is mine and I wont let another have the pleasure to carve it. You always take me so well baby. What’d you think dear?”

You let out senseless babble as your cunt fluttered.

Your cunt let out a squelch as he pulled out. Alastor’s cock was coated in creamy slick. You whined, pushing your hips back to try and have him fill you again “No no no gimme-”

Alastor sucked his teeth at you, smirking “oh? You want my cock? How bad you want it hmmm? Soon it wont be me feeding you cock every night” he slapped his tip against your slit. You moaned, wiggling your hips. You pouted “I dont want another cock Al! I-I want yours! Only yours please” 

He released your head,making you fall forward. You spreaded your thighs and leaned back on your knees as you dipped your hand to your dripping cunt.

You looked over your shoulder at him as you toyed with your puffy clit. Your lips jutted out in a pout “p-play with me. I want it! I want your cock so bad. Please please fill me up. I want your cock to be the only thing to fuck me ah!  Alastor!” You felt that band of tingles form ready to release.

But you couldnt cum. Not without Alastor.

He knew your body better than you did.

Alastor slapped your hand away, having mercy on you.

”The pretty princess can’t cum can she?” You whimpered as he chuckled, sliding his cock against you.

Alastor felt that familiar burn in the pit of his stomach. 

Possessiveness. Jealousy.

He rarely had the urge to fuck you into submission.

“Fill you? Oh baby when I’m done with you you’ll be dripping with my cum.” He let out a dark laugh as his body morphed.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you watch Alastor transform into his demon form.

”roll over” his tone was dark and sharp, leaving no room for debate.

You rolled onto your back obediently, spreading your thighs and bringing your hand back to your clit.

You moaned softly as you rubbed tight circles on your bud.

Large clawed hands massaged your plush thighs.

His bright eyes focused on your fingers.

His chest rumbled as he lowered his head to your cunt, nipping at your fingers. “This cunt is mine. My cock is yours. You think some prince can fuck you half as good as me? Oh no. Not the cunt I worked so hard to carve into.” He licked at your clit, dipping his tongue into your tight hole.

”My personal royal fucktoy that’s what you are doll.” 

You moaned softly at the degradation, rolling your hips against his face.

Satan he knew how to get you going. Alastor’s demon form was terrifying to most, but you found it hot that you made the Radio Demon lost himself to the point he could let loose.

Static buzzed your skin as Alastor ate you as if meaning to devour you whole. Alastor released your clit with a pop, opting to nuzzle the pearl before hooking a hand under your knee, lifting it to your chest, opening you up.

Alastor leaned up, wedging himself between your thighs. Your eyes drifted to his cock.

Youve fucked the red demon in his demonic form before, but it never ceased to amaze you the sheer size of him.

You felt your body heat up as your own demonic form came to the forefront, wanting to accommodate the male on top of you.

Beautiful vermillion horns sprouted from your hair as your eyes turned red and sharp. Your spiky tail swished, hitting Alastor slightly making him narrow his eyes at your playfulness.

You were so pretty.

Alastor leaned his head down, neck cracking to nudge your face, nose taking in your scent and sharp teeth nipping at you. Your dainty claws found purchase in his fluffy locks, making way to paw at the massive antlers sitting on his head.

A soft gasp escaped you when you felt his heavy cock press against you.

 Your eyes met his. 

Red dials simmered with desire, but you could see the love he held for you, even like this.

Alastor would do anything for you.

Were you to really turn your back on a man who would carve his heart out if you asked?

You pushed yourself up against him, affectionately kissing his neck and shoulder, scraping your sharp teeth against his skin.

“I love you Alastor” you whispered, feeling your cheeks burn as you admit this suddenly.

You and Alastor never expressed how the two of you felt with words. Actions were more appreciated, but you felt like you should at least tell him once.

He chuckled slightly “No need for such a declaration my dear. Youve had my heart and soul since the moment I saw you. You have my utter devotion.”

He purred. Your eyes widened as a thought popped into your head.

Soul?

Alastor has given you everything of his without even a contract.

His love.

His heart.

His soul.

They were all yours willingly.

”Make a deal with me”

Green magic swirled at your words and Alastor’s cock twitched, he growled lowly “Careful with what you ask dear”

You ignored him. Your hand drifted between you and you gasped as you slid his cock into you, making the demon let out a room-shaking growl.

A surge of magic washed over you and you watched as the glittery glow seeped into Alastor’s skin.

A full thrust had you taking him to the hilt, balls flushed against your ass.

Alastor bared his teeth at you, his tongue licking your cheek.

”My heart and soul…I give it to you” at your words he snapped his hips against yours.

”My complete devotion and love will never waver, for i chose this of my own free will”

Your claws hand sunk into his back, you were trying to focus.

”As a princess of hell and heir to the throne, I grant you any desire you wish…Ah!…”

A soft golden glitter mixed with the green magic, popping noises filling the room.

Alastor's hand was around your throat, holding you into the bedding as his cock pounded that sweet spot inside you.

The hand holding your thigh, was damn near pushing it to be beside your head, opening your cunt to his merciless pounding.

”Al!” You cried.

”You” he hissed lowly, you almost missed it up.

”I want you. I want you to be my mate, as you should be. I want to see you swollen with my seed, ma cherie. To be properly mine and claimed.”

Your magic surged and Alastor’s hips faltered when he felt your cunt fluttered and squeeze around him.

He felt the warmth of your magic in him and moaned as he pushed into you.

“You’re gonna let me fuck a spawn into you? Gonna let me ruin this royal womb? Oh what a treat you would be, a hellish princess carrying the Radio Demon’s spawn oh hoo ”

He crackled as you arched, mewling as his pace grew harsh.

”O-oh fuck! Fuckfuck! ah ah AH ha a-a-h Al!”

A red mark graced your lower belly, the royal seal.

It prevents you from being impregnated.

But with each drag of Alastor’s cock and magic, you watched as pieces disappeared.

“C’mon baby loosen up. I wanna make sure you take all my cum. Dont want a single drop wasted”

He rolled over, catching you off guard. You blinked down at him as you sunk down onto him.

He shot you wicked smile, fluff wild “Just wanna see when you fall apart on my cock”

He thrusted up and you keened, bracing yourself against his chest.

You were gorgeous as you rode the demon. Red horns like a crown as you threw your head back in pleasure.

Alastor wrapped your tail around his arm and growled when you pushed down on him.

Whipped cream gathered at his as you dragged your walls over him, throwing your assinto his thrusts

 ”pretty pretty princess. Such a slutty pussy that wants to be filled. that’s a good girl, you take my cock so well doll. You want my cum?”

You whimpered, nodding “yes yes yes please cum in me. Breed me. O-Oh ha! Al! Let me have your babies please OH fuuuuuccckkk I want it I want it so bad.” Your claws played with your clit, making your orgasm buzzed, golden magic sparking.

You let out a sharp cry as your back arched. Alastor dug his claws in your hips and pounded you out until his cock twitched and the mark on your belly melted away.

Your cunt squelched and your back burned.

”Fuck fuck fuck!”

Alastor growled as his cock dumped his cum inside you.

You crashed against Alastor’s chest, large wings erupting from your back, shielding the two of you in a cocoon.

You tried to move your hips, but Alastor held you fast as rope after rope of creamy spunk painted your walls.

He had returned back to semi-normal. He pressed a kiss to your forehead “Fuck darlin such a good girl.”

You purred as you changed back.

You ran a hand over your belly, blinking to find it was bulging softly.Alastor chuckled “Seems I might have overdid it just a bit”

You nuzzled into his neck “Mhmm not quite…” you sunk your fangs into his neck, making the demon hiss and bite into your shoulder.

You gasped as you felt the last restraint snap and his cum flood your womb, you wiggled your hips, milking his cock.

Alastor let out a hum “ So perfect and all mine.”

You giggled sleepily. “hmmm.”

Your soft snores filled the room.

Alastor’s ears flicked as he watch little flecks of magic danced around the two of you.

He felt kind of bad for having you cockwarm him so he slid himself out. The magic swirled around your womb, sinking into your skin. He watched in wonder as your bulge slowly went down and a soft glow shone where your mark was.

Wonder what that was about?

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“Oh my gosh! Look at you! Your horns! You look like mom. Oh Satan Dad’s gonna flip” Charlie said as she pressed her hands against your swollen belly.

You chuckled at your sister. You could handle your father.

The hotel was shocked when you had announced you and Alastor were having babies.

yes.you heard right.

 Babies.

 Two!

Twins.

Alastor couldn't be more smug when the two of you walked around the city. He was very entertained by the whispers and stares that were thrown around.

The Princess of Hell was having the Radio Demon’s spawns.

Isnt the Princess engaged?

How dare he?

How is the king gonna react?

This will bring shame to the realm!

You were six months and soon your father will be coming to take you to meet your ‘betrothed.’

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Your tail swished in annoyance as you crossed your arms, staring at your father.

The Goetia Prince looked between you and Alastor nervously, Alastor flashing him a sharp smile as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Your father was seething.

Horns standing tall, eyes red, a ball of fire raging, wings and tail out, and ahh the seraphim eyes.

Daddy was piiiissssed.

And you didnt care.

”what the actual FUCK?!” He bellowed, eyes narrowing on Alastor.

”YOU DARE SPAWN WITH MY DAUGHTER?!”

Alastor hugged you into his side, grinning like a little shit as his hand caressed your swollen belly.

“She was quite adamant Your Majesty. Who am I to disobey my Princess?” His grin had flames pooling from your father’s palms.

You cleared your throat, addressing the Goetia “You can go back home. The marriage is off” the demon blinked and looked to your father. 

“Angel you dont understand-”

”No daddy you don’t understand! If you can be casted from Heaven for love, why can’t I rule Hell with mine?”

Lucifer faltered, eyes dimming.

He watched as Alastor comforted you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He looked at you the way Lucifer looks at your mother.

With complete and utter love, adoration,and devotion.

His eyes drifted to your stomach.

You were pregnant and happy.

Lucifer sighed and approached you, making your horns curl in warning.

Lucifer looked at you.

You looked just like Lilith. You were happy and so in love.

He sighed seeing the ring on your finger.

He wondered where you got that stubbornness from?

your mother no doubt

”Fine fine” he sighed, making you calm down.

”I am to be a grandpa it seems! I-I can’t wait.” He smiled at you making you smile back.

”What am I suppose to tell my father?!” Oh he was still there?

Lucifer blinked in confusion and shrugged “Im sure he can overlook this mishap”

”Mishap? Mishap?! Your daughter is a whore! A mockery of He-AAAAHHHHH!”

You smiled happily as Alastor let out a burp “Thank you Al”

He kissed your cheek “No one will insult you in my presence. His screams were exquisite”

Lucifer cleared his throat as the two of you made heart eyes at each other. “Sooooo twin spawns? Yippee”

You laughed rubbing your belly “Things are gonna get busier around here.”

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Alastor leaned down to kiss your forehead, looking at the bundle in his arms.

”You did wonderful my love”

You hummed as you rocked the other bundle.

”YOURE OKAY! I was so worried. You were screaming and then we heard nothing” Your sister cried bursting into the room, Lucifer entering behind her.  You smiled at your twin’s rambling. Charlie fretted over you before settling on the bundle in your arms.

She squealed “Are they-?”

”Met the newest additions to the family”

You had given birth to twins. 

A boy and a girl.

You were holding your baby boy, cooing at the babe who looked at you curiously.

Baby boy was the splitting image of his father, except he had your rosy cheeks and and cute nose.

 Baby girl took all after you. Pale skin, rosy cheeks, tuffs of blonde hair and little wings tucked and curled.

Alastor nuzzled your mini version.

“What you gonna name them?” Charlie asked cooing at the babies.

You turned to your father “Alastor and I thought it would be best if you name them dad. You know the whole angelic thing” you smiled.

Your father’s lips wobbled at your words.

Alastor handed you your daughter and you adjusted both fawns in your arms.

Your father placed his hands over them and a soft golden glow appeared. 

“The Son of the Morningstar shall be called Abaddon”

Your son giggled as magic danced around him, red eyes glimmering in delight.

You placed a soft kiss on the boy’s fluff and handed him to his father.

”A Daughter of the Morningstar shall be named Azrael”

You snuggled the fussy girl who calmed at your touch.

”The blood of the Morningstar shall be blessed as long as the eternal flame blazes. Amen”

You smiled and let out a tired yawn.

”Alright I think that’s enough excitement for one night.” Alastor rushed Charlie and Lucifer out so you and the babies could rest.

Alastor slid beside you on the bed and used his tentacles to put the twins to sleep.

You leaned against his chest, eyes heavy as you smiled up at him.

”was this everything you envisioned?”

Alastor grinned down at you, before taking a long look at his fawns, he looked back at you and hooked a finger under your chin to capture your lips in a kiss.

”Hmmm its much better my dear. Much better”

[impale-me-radio-daddy]

The Lookalike (Part 5)

☒ Summary: The first thing you remembered after your death was an argument. “No, this isn’t one of my fucking sluts.” The man behind you exhaled, frustrated. “This is a present for you. Something to help you work through your Alastor fixation.” You awaken in Hell as the near-spitting image of a certain infamous radio host. Unfortunately for you, you immediately fall into the clutches of his nemesis, and then into the talons of the Radio Demon himself. 

☒ Warnings: hermaphrodite!reader, deer!reader, they/them pronouns used, Alastor X reader, Vox X reader, Alastor X Vox, drug use, explicit sexual content, reader is in Hell for a reason, Valentino, canon typical scenarios.

☒ Author's note: This is now a series! Part I Part2 Part 3 Part 4

Given that you were the same size, and the intention was to have you pose as him, Alastor allowed you to raid his wardrobe without complaint. The bulk of it was variants on the same outfit, a palette swapped version of the suit that Vox had dressed you in, but you found enough pieces in the back to entertain yourself; a dress shirt with suspenders over it, a waistcoat, a jaunty little fez that attached to the hair with a hairpin and a cravat to hide the bruising on your neck.

You still looked like Alastor, but more of a bellhop than a concierge, and weighing the man’s gaze on you, you could tell this had been the right decision. He viewed you as his lesser, and seeing that reflected in your dress gave a less guarded edge to his smile that had not been there before.

Alastor returned your things to you, the wire and the aphrodisiac, and led you out into the hotel proper to introduce you to the rest of the staff.

“This here is Niffty,” said Alastor, fondly, gesturing to the pint-sized demon in a maid’s outfit who ran up to you as the two of you entered the lobby.

“Hello, Niffty,” you said, extending a hand to her. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Niffty stared up at you, her single eye wide and curious. Rather than speak, she placed a large dead cockroach in your open palm, then smiled at you toothily before running away.

Alastor’s eyes creased at the corners. “I think she likes you,” he said. “But who knows, honestly, so watch your back. The others here are Vaggie, with the one eye, the grumpy pussycat behind the bar is Husker, and that one there is our hotel’s singular guest, Angel Dust. Lucifer and his daughter aren’t here right now, but you’ll cross paths soon enough.”

Vaggie stopped and stared, her expression at first confused, and then angry. “Alastor, why are there two of you? What did you do?”

Alastor just smiled obliquely. “What did I do? Why, nothing at all. This good fellow is merely my body double. They’ll be assisting me for a while.”

Angel Dust squinted at you from his perch at the bar, his look appraising. “Soo… They slash Them?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Alastor stepped in before you could speak, an arm slung friendly around your shoulders. “Actually I think they’re more of a strangler.”

“So you found yourself a murder twin. Fuckin’ great.” The big cat behind the bar sighed as he polished a glass.

Taking out a handkerchief, you folded it carefully around the dead insect, giving it a little squeeze to check that it was actually dead, and headed over to the bar.

Angel Dust gave you a lascivious grin. “So how was sex with the tv?” he asked, both hands folded under his chin.

This time you felt a chill in the air as Alastor stiffened behind you. You could practically feel the static in his throat.

“I’m sorry?” you cocked your head, apologetic.

“Oh, don’t be coy, I saw the pictures.” Angel Dust winked at you.

“Pictures?” you felt your composure break, just a little. Of course Vox had taken pictures. The bedroom had been studded with cameras, and if you had to guess he probably had at least one embedded in his face. You hadn’t expected him to distribute them though. And though you’d only been in your body a few days, it was a little galling to think of strangers looking at your naked form. Your ears dropped fractionally.

“Oh shit, you didn’t know.” Angel Dust looked genuinely apologetic for about a second. “Well, welcome to Hell, I guess.”

Alastor took a seat beside you, not looking you in the eye. “He didn’t send them to everyone, of course. Only to me.”

“It doesn’t matter who he sends em to if he took em without proper licensing,” said Angel, sagely. “Was he any good at least? Or did he just lay there, with his big flat head?” Angel gestured in a square around his own head.

You gave a tight lipped smile. “I don’t talk about things like that. Past partners, I mean.”

“What’s the harm? Sounds like he already betrayed your trust.”

“Because it’s rude.” You spread your hands. “If I’m just going to behave like the people who wrong me, then who am I, really?”

“You’re in Hell,” said Angel, with a derisive wave of his hand. “Live a little.” He laughed, but Husk slid you a drink across the bartop, and you sensed something that might have been approval in Alastor’s gaze.

Your first week in the hotel passed quickly, with Alastor taking full advantage of your promise to help around the hotel. There were few guests, but the hotel itself was enormous, so most of your tasks consisted of cleaning, dusting, or pulling Niffty out when she got stuck in the air vents.

Alastor didn’t talk about the encounter you had shared, neither the tussle nor the intimacy afterwards, so you were a little surprised when he asked you to move into his room with him. The space inside the room was huge, and at night he would vanish into his personal swamp to do who knew what, leaving you to sleep in his bed with a set of his pajamas on.

A little personal space felt good after days trapped in Vox’s bedroom, but it didn’t take many nights for the bed to feel a little too large with only one body in it. That he was avoiding sharing the bed with you was a certainty; the sheets smelled like him, and more than once you found yourself sleeping curled around one of his pillows, face pressed against the fabric.

The way that Alastor would casually reach out and squeeze one of your antlers if he passed you alone in a hotel corridor told you that the two of you were probably still on kissing terms, or at least that Alastor thought little of such small displays of intimacy.

You spent time watching Alastor where you could, learning his mannerisms and gait. You lacked his magic, of course, but your voice had the same tendency as his to give a tinny, faintly distorted sound, and you found you could replicate his silvery canned laughter with a little effort. The physical part was a little more difficult, with your body still new and a little unsteady, but within the first few days you had a passable imitation of how Alastor walked. There was a quirk to his stride, an intermittent tension to his shoulders, which you began to imitate too. Perhaps it was an injury of some sort, but it was hard to tell. Alastor’s other major quirk was that he never dropped his smile. You didn’t copy that, but took note of it for later.

Walking past the lounge, you caught sight of Charlie and all the residents starting up one of their group activities, and stopped to watch.

Charlie clapped her hands. “Alright, everyone, for our next activity, we are going to do hugging! Everyone pick a partner, and we’ll do a one minute timed hug.”

“We’re one short if we want pairs,” said Vaggie, looking around the room.

“Hey, tall dark and ambiguous,” Angel Dust caught your eye from his place on the sofa, and wiggled an eyebrow suggestively. “You want in on this?”

You checked the watch on your wrist- after hours- and shrugged. “Sure.”

A cold presence manifested behind you. “If my double is joining, it would be remiss of me not to,” said Alastor, emerging from the shadows. His claws settled delicately on your shoulder. “You’ll be my partner, won’t you?”

You glanced back, spotted the possessive look in Alastor’s eyes, and nodded. “Of course. Sorry, Angel.”

Angel Dust gave an audible sigh as Niffty crawled into his lap.

“Alastor? You’re joining? But that leaves us with an odd number again.” Charlie’s face fell.

“That’s okay, Charlie. I can sit this one out.” Lucifer, who had been sitting on the second couch, got to his feet.

“But dad…”

“I’m being a team player. That’s what dads are for, right?” Lucifer gave his daughter a fond smile, which she returned uncertainly. “I’m just gonna take some air.”

“Okay.” Charlie watched her father leave the room, her expression clouded, but she shook her head, taking in the room of people waiting for her to speak. “Uh, okay. So, like I said, we’re going to do the timed hug, and everyone has to ask a question, and answer a question truthfully. I’ll start the stopwatch.”

Sitting in a chair with Alastor was the first time you’d felt his arms around you since he’d climbed atop of you in his bed. His chest fit flush with your back, and he hooked his chin over your shoulder as both of you settled into the cuddle. Had he done this just to stop you from cuddling up with the porn demon? It seemed likely.

“Will you start, or shall I?” Alastor asked, your faces close enough that you breathed the same air. Looking around, no-one in the room was looking at the two of you, each of the participants engrossed in their own quiet conversations.

“Is that your question?” you asked, mildly.

“A question each.” Alastor’s eyes creased at the corners. “Bravo, impostor. I believe we’ve fulfilled the conditions of Charlie’s activity.”

“Not quite. We’re here until the timer goes. So we might as well talk.”

“I suppose. What are you thinking about?”

“I’m wondering why you’ve asked me to sleep in your bed when you have no intention of sharing it with me,” you said, careful to keep your voice low, audible only to him.

“Oh? Is it so surprising that I want to keep an eye on my things?” Alastor’s smile quirked, a challenge. Say you’re not mine. I dare you.

“I don’t see Husk or Niffty sleeping in there,” you said, a soft challenge rather than a direct one.

Alastor trailed a possessive hand from your navel to your chest, making your breath catch in your throat. “Husker and Niffty,” he said quietly. “Do not have my face. Do not mistake their situations for yours.”

“And what is my situation, exactly?” you asked.

Alastor gave a hiss of displeasure at being cornered like this, and you noted the sound. His hand still over your chest, he flexed his claws, the sharp ends pressure points in a pentacle over your heart. “You’re mine,” he said. “Not anyone else’s. Mine.”

That was either deranged or romantic; you couldn’t quite decide which. “Because I look like you?”

“Because no-one else can be allowed to see my- our face. What we look like, in agony or ecstasy.” Alastor’s smile was steady, but his voice had a strained edge even at this low volume.

“That’s just for you, huh.”

“I’m glad you understand.”

“I wouldn’t have a problem with that if I felt like you had any intention of seeing my expressions yourself,” you said, your own quiet challenge. You liked Alastor well enough, but an eternity of celibacy was a tall ask.

Alastor laughed in your ear, the sound silvery, his slight chest trembling with mirth. “What would you propose we do?”

You mulled it over, comfortable in his embrace. Given Alastor’s reticence in sharing the bed, straight up propositioning him for sex probably wasn’t the correct route. “I have the bottle of aphrodisiac I took,” you said, careful not to mention Vox’s name. You’d wanted to have it as an option for your eventual hunts, but you had no idea what the suitable dosages might be. “I wanted to test it as a knockout drug. Help with that?” It was an lowball pitch, an objective besides sex and no obligation for him to perform.

“Surely you’re joking.” Alastor rolled his eyes. “I’m not about to be your test subject.”

“Of course not. You’re stronger than me. I’d be the test subject.” You intended the flattery, acknowledging Alastor’s strength, and caught a flicker of something like pride in his face.

“I suppose I could help with that,” he said, his tone light but his eyes betraying interest. “It might even be entertaining.”

Lucifer approached Alastor’s bedroom door with trepidation, and looked around. That Alastor might have been his inferior in terms of raw power, which the fight with Adam had proved, but he was a tricky one. He had been attending Charlie’s activity with his double, but who was to say there wasn’t a third or fourth Alastor in the hotel somewhere. Lucifer stared at a dark patch on the floor in front of the door for a second too long before realizing it was his own shadow.

Cracking his knuckles, Lucifer transformed himself into a tiny snake with a top hat, and slithered underneath Alastor’s door.

If Mr TV man wanted cameras and microphones all over Alastor’s room, the King of Hell would provide.

Despite your earlier bravery, nervousness was a tightness in your chest as you returned to Alastor’s room that night. Memories of your previous encounter swirled in your gut, and you reminded yourself that he hadn’t agreed to a repeat performance, at least not explicitly.

Alastor was already there, laying out a set of small brass scales on his table, picking the small weights from the velvet box with his talons and lining them up beside it. Wordlessly you stalked up beside him, placing the bottle onto the table and picking out a suitable thimble sized container from the box.

Ingested, or inhaled? Ingested, you decided- you had no idea if the stuff would rip up your airways. Balancing the scales, you measured out a few grams. Given that Vox had just left this laying around in his bedroom, you doubted such a small dose would be lethal, and if it knocked you out for the count, you trusted Alastor enough to put you to bed.

You removed your shoes and waistcoat, taking a seat before you swallowed the powder, clearing your mind and taking stock of your body.

The first wave of the drug’s effects hit immediately, and you were glad you’d been conservative with the dose. The warmth spread from your throat to your chest, leaving your nerve-endings buzzing in its wake as it spread.

Alastor watched, giving you a questioning tilt of the head.

You swallowed as sensation flooded your body, struggling to keep a clear head. “I’m going to run, now. Try and stop me.”

The hardest thing was turning away, not immediately offering yourself up for soft touches, skin against skin. Part of you wanted to turn around and offer to wrestle, but you had a good idea of where that would go. That in itself was a useful effect of the drug, but not enough. Someone who knew they were being hunted by you would have the wherewithal to at least try to run.

With your senses on fire, running was a strange sensation, each bound through Alastor’s ersatz swamp dimension feeling precarious, almost drunken. The air was thick and humid, and it almost felt as if it was pooling in your lungs, slowing you down. As requested, Alastor chased, a shadow in your peripheral vision, glimpses of him spurring you on. He didn’t run full tilt, as you were trying to do, but rather proceeded calmly through the bayou, moving closer with his shadow when your quick pace put him too far behind. The closer he got, the harder it was to keep running. Your arousal was evident to you now, your cock half-hard in your pants, your pulse almost tangible through your core, all the quicker for your physical exertion.

Alastor caught your forearm in his hand, and you stumbled, heart dropping in your chest. The drug was something similar to the rave drugs in the mortal world, making physical contact feel like affection, a little like falling in love, a little like a long night under the stars, backs against the ground.

“You’re not even struggling,” Alastor noted, quietly amused. “Do you think this dosage might suffice?”

“I can still run.”

“But you’re not running,” said Alastor. He trailed a hooked finger up your chest and underneath your cravat, pulling your head forward, his voice turning singsong. “You don’t want to run.”

It was true- you didn’t want to run. You wanted to lapse into something more carnal, pull him to the ground with you, but that wasn’t entirely the drug.

You did try to pull away then, but even his light touch felt inexorable. Alastor’s smile shifted, becoming less the surface level curve his face usually wore and more an expression of intense interest. You could feel the drug’s effects intensifying, your perceptions warping in a not entirely unpleasant way as Alastor pulled you to him. Heat in your face, heat in your loins. “Try to run,” he spoke into your ear, the touch of his breath on your skin making your hair stand on end. “Try to escape me.”

You did, some part of your mind still capable of resisting, and you twisted from his grasp, making it a few steps before he was on you again, this time pushing you to the ground.

You gasped into the dirt, your vision swimming.

“Would you like me to take notes?” Alastor asked, pinning you to the ground with one hand between your shoulderblades, the weight of his palm unnaturally heavy. “About how docile you are under the influence of this, how malleable?” He leaned in close, face beside yours. “How you become perfect, vulnerable prey?”

You moved without thinking, turning your head to kiss him. For a few seconds he returned the kiss, tongue sweeping against yours, before his body tensed and he recoiled from you. You rolled to your side, watching confused as he stumbled back, scraping his tongue with his hand.

“Fuck,” hissed Alastor, and it occurred to you the maybe he’d gotten a secondary dose of the drug from your mouth.

“It’s not so bad,” you called to him.

“It’s all very well you saying that,” said Alastor, a little archly, his smile prim. “You volunteered to take this stuff.”

“And you got a fraction of what I did,” you said, keeping your tone coaxing. “We’ll both be fine.”

You crawled over to him, laying your head against his knee, and watched his face, the way his pupils dilated, ever so slightly, antlers larger than they had been a moment before.

“You’ve poisoned me,” he grumbled, but didn’t stop you as you climbed into his lap, or as you leaned in to kiss him again. His body gave a small tremor as your lips touched, and you looped your hands around his shoulders, kissing his cheek, his jaw, your skin feeling like white light where it touched his. “A good showing again, my double,” he said, his smile almost feral against your neck.

“I didn’t poison you on purpose.”

“You would say that,” said Alastor.

He pushed you from his lap and onto the soft ground of the faux bayou, on your hands and knees.

“See what you’ve done to me?” He pressed his hard cock against the back of your thigh, hot through the fabric, and you whimpered, rolling your hips back against him. With a quick and trembling hand he unhooked your suspenders, pulling down trousers and underwear, freeing his own cock with a susurrus of fabric and pushing himself between your thighs.

“Fuck.” You bit your lip, feeling the heat of him, the swell of him, the wetness at his tip as he found friction between your inner thighs. The drugs made his touch feel like love, made your cunt ache and your own cock further stiffen and weep. He pushed your shoulders down and you cried out into the dirt, arching your back as he reached around to grasp you.

“Still, can’t say I object too vehemently,” said Alastor, hand curling perfectly around your cock, pumping in time with his own thrusts. “It’s not so different to masturbation, after all.”

You groaned at the dual sensation, Alastor’s hand firm but steady round your shaft, and the heat of his cock as he fucked between your thighs. “Inside me.” You raised your face from the dirt to speak. “Alastor. Inside me, please.”

Alastor gave a thoughtful hum, but backed off just enough to let you angle and open yourself for him. With the similarity in your stature, it was easily done, and Alastor held himself still as you lined your entrance with his tip, and pushed back onto him. Your senses still heightened by the drugs, the feeling of him was exquisite, every inch of him a heady burn as he filled your cunt.

“That is-” he made a noise in his throat, one of unmistakable pleasure. “That is quite a convenient bit of anatomy, darling.”

That simple utterance was enough to bring a flush to your face, no matter that the man was already buried to the hilt in you. Darling. He had called you darling.

The whole week you had known him, he had called you his pretender, his impostor, his double and on a handful of occasions dear, in the same way that a doting grandparent might call a child, but darling was a different name entirely. Darling hit different when he was balls deep, antlers growing, palm curled around your cock and about to fuck you. Some of it was bound to be your altered mental state, of course, but not entirely. Did he care for you? Did you care for him in the same way? You whimpered, soft animal noises as he began to move inside you.

Perhaps sensing your emotional state, or perhaps from sentiment on his own part, Alastor’s movement was slow, each thrust a burning stretch on your cunt that left you able to do little more than gasp into the dirt as he bottomed out, balls resting against your labia.

“Darling,” he breathed into your shoulder at one such nadir, and the amused exhalation he gave afterwards told you that he could tell exactly the effect that word had on you. With a startle you realized that he had become bigger than he was, not just his cock but the entirety of his body, his torso longer, his arms longer, even his fingers curled around your cock. “You asked for this, remember that.”

“Darling,” you returned, heart in your throat, hoping that he could feel what you felt, and his response was a deep, animal rumble, from inside his inhuman chest as he hunched around your smaller body. It was only one word, one term of endearment, but perhaps it was enough. He fucked you then, not with abandon but control, the control of a man used to inflicting sensation in an exacting and precise manner. Each thrust felt like a descent into madness, bringing tears to your eyes, making your hips quiver as you tried to move against him, but Alastor held your waist with one clawed hand. You came more quickly than you wanted, spilling onto his fingers and the dirt beneath you, and he fucked you through it, the stretch of him enough to make you twitch all by itself.

“Should I finish inside you?” he asked, a tight, trembling edge to his voice, and you realized that his usual playful repartee had been missing all the time he had been fucking you, that this whole time he had been hanging on for sheer life, holding himself from his own orgasm.

“Please,” you whimpered into the dirt, and your suspicions here confirmed as you felt the first hot pulse of his cum inside you almost immediately, a noise from him very similar to the one you had been making, something between an animal cry and the moan of a poorly soldered capacitor.

You felt Alastor collapse against your back, face buried in your neck. He gave a soft gasp, a barely audible fuck, and you pressed yourself against him as he emptied himself into you, pulse after pulse, until his body was the normal size again and his cum ran in thick rivulets down your thighs.

The notification pinged in Vox’s peripheral vision as he was halfway through the quarterly board meeting- new camera feeds now online- and the thought of it made his mouth go dry. He didn’t have much to do here other than closing remarks, and Voxtek’s CTO was deep into explaining some shit that Vox already knew, so what was the harm in it? Just a little peek. To check the system was working. He’d probably just see Alastor reading a book or some archaic fuckin’ thing.

Valentino never attended these things. Velvette did, but rarely, her face stuck in her phone until a particular item on the agenda caught her interest.

The other two did their bit in their respective arenas, but really, Vox was the one holding it all together. The board didn't need him today though. Vox eyed Baxter wearily, watching his chief engineer go through a presentation he'd seen three times before. Really, why shouldn’t he check the camera feeds?

Making sure that none of the feed was displayed on his face, Vox switched to the first of the cameras, and catching a glimpse of movement, switched feeds to one of the cameras in the bayou.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Alastor hunched over his lookalike, both of them with pants around their knees. Going at it, Alastor's eyes like radio dials, his body elongating as the both of you moved together. Fuck. This shit was live. Vox stifled a groan, then glanced around the boardroom, hoping that no-one had caught his reaction.

Oh, fucking fuck. Vox drew in breath, trying to compose himself.

“Sir, are you okay?” Baxter stopped mid presentation, looking at Vox with an expression of concern.

“I, uh, need to make a call real quick,” he said, and the board gave him confused looks as he stood, picking up his laptop and holding it in front of him to hide the tent in his pants. Live radio demon fucking continued overlaid over the board’s stares, screen-in-screen. “Carry on as you were.”

His cock now too hard for him to walk away with any dignity whatsoever, Vox called on his magic to zap himself out of there and back to the relative privacy of his control room. “Fu-uck,” breathed Vox as he stumbled forward to the control panel, watching with wide-eyed disbelief as he broadcast the scene to the big screen, piping in the audio, the breathing and the whimpering as well as the wet visceral sounds of sex. “Oh, fuck yeah.” He licked his lips, hand at his fly, transfixed by the sight. “That's some good fucking shit.”

Lucifer had fulfilled his end of the bargain and then some. Val and Velvette would have questions as to why they were suddenly giving loads of free shit to Lucifer's daughter, but he could handle that.

Right now, Vox was going to sit down and watch the Radio Demon fuck himself. The board meeting could fucking wait.

[amusingmusie]

After seeing the non-canon demon interactions of Nel and Al in your god blessed writing. I can only imagine the mischief Nel would get up to after realising she can use Lucifer to her advance to get back at Al.

The chaos, I can see it now.

THIS IS FOR FUN ONLY AND NOT CANON TO YOURS TRULY

An Apple a Day

Lucifer motherfucking Morningstar is in the hotel. Nel is fighting not to stress smoke or shit her suit pants.

She cannot fuck up in front of this guy. Not fucking up is decently easy. She’s made plenty of mistakes- some of which landed her here in this inferno of eternal torment- but she’s also made plenty of sound choices, like huddling away in a corner of the lobby as she watches Lucifer occupy himself with rambling about the intricacies of crafting rubber ducks to his daughter and her girlfriend.

Because peace is never an option, a chill washes over her and static tingles dance on her skin- it's the only warning she receives of the incoming suffering.

Alastor materializes at her side with a crackling hum, one elbow propped up to rest on her head while the other grips his microphone. Nel doesn’t even flinch.

“Hello, my Negative Nelly! What are you doing skulking around this cobwebbed corner? You’re missing out on all of today’s grand fun!”

“The fun of you ribbing the big cheese of Hell, you mean,” she snaps, sticking out a finger to jab him in his ribs. “Cut that shit out. You’re playing with hellfire.”

Alastor drops into the floor before reforming on her opposite side, his other elbow weighing down on her skull.

“Jealous? Don’t be! My disdain for him could never compare to the special contempt we share.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“I speak from the heart.”

“You don’t have one.”

“Oh, my sweet, you wound me!”

His dramatics grate on the single nerve of Nel’s that his hoofed feet haven’t trampled already. At this rate, he threatens to draw attention to them, and by proxy her, and she is not going to have Lucifer associate her with the jackass like everyone else in this ratty hotel already does.

She’s going nuclear.

“Allie,” she coos, placing her hand over his upon his staff, “I heard all that mess earlier with you and Charlie. If you wanted to have a daughter so badly, all you ever had to do was ask me.” 

There’s a harsh, sharp pitch in radio waves while Alastor’s gray face twists into one of pure, utter, absolute mortification. The beanpole sinks down into his shadow on the musty carpet and darts away, becoming nothing more than a black mass fleeing to his radio tower.

Ah, she’s still got it. 

A very pleased snicker catches her attention, and she snaps her head to the side, coming face to face with the devil she’d been trying to avoid all day. Mortified, she stammers over herself, staring up at Lucifer who’s beaming so widely that his red cheeks are pressing upwards into his eyeballs.

“Oh Jesus Christ- shit, no, not him- Your Majesty, I am so sorry you had to see that. Look-”

He holds out one hand to silence her. Nel brushes aside the indignation of being told what to do by a man and falls silent. 

Then, he bends over and giggles.

“Are you kidding?” Lucifer wipes away a few tears threatening to fall down his rosy cheeks as he keels over cackling. “Oh, oh, oh! Woo! You! Ah, sweet Eden, that was incredible, phenomenal, fantastic! Way to stick it to that tacky piece of crap! Keep up the good work, uh-?”

“Penelope, sir. Or, uh, Nel. Nelly.”

“Keep up the good work, Nancy!” he chirps with a wink, clapping a hand onto her shoulder.

She blanches. “It’s Nelly.”

“That’s what I said! That’s what I said, right? What did I say?” 

Awkward tension settles between them. One of her yellow eyes twitches.

After the brief pause, a mischievous grin slithers onto the king’s bone white face. “Well, Mel, if you ever find yourself in need of some assistance with that halitosis-ridden bellhop, don’t be a stranger!”

“...You don’t say?”

“Mhm! Now..." he leans in close to her, deathly serious, and Nel begins to fear that she's done something terribly wrong. "How do you feel about rubber ducks?”

Oh. Huh.

Maybe she does have an ally here after all.

[thehotelpod]

ONE MORE WEEK OF DOUBLE STUFF OCTOBER LETS DO SEASON 5 OF IZZY'S EPISODE ART

5.1 Merp and Burble

Our first Big Named Event arc! "BEHIND THE CURTAIN" which I'm almost certain I picked because we could do this cool ass curtain frame device. Izzy continues to bring the pain here with photo bashed curtains, a modified Madam Hotel horrifyingly cartooning about like bugs bunny to reveal our almost Trevor Henderson-like trail cam timelapse photo of Merp. He also gave me a number of color options on this one, maybe we'll have a section in The Guestbook Vol. II of bts sketches? I'll ask Izzy. This one holds a special place in my heart because Merp is, as devotees will recall, just Scary Slar.

rest of the season under the cut! (it's long, you've been warned)

5.2 It Watches and It Smiles

look! The curtain connects at the top! It's gonna be one long picture!

This monster was actually based on a 3 foot tall hard foam statue we had in our house growing up. It is actually scarier looking than you are imagining, made every one of my cousins cry, and is not only something I had nightmares about but also one of the main reasons so much of my horror is "something weird is Over There but looking at you". Full disclosure, one of the reasons I put this monster in this episode was so that Izzy would have to draw a postcard of it and maybe someone would recognize it and tell me what the hell it is because I have not so much as a single photograph of it. BUT then Izzy showed me this drawing, which almost completely hides the monster but it's just so so good I couldn't pass it up. The implied shape and DYNAMITE bloody palm fronds make this look so much like a 90s book cover I fell in love right away. We always try to keep those season and episode numbers in the postcards now too, but I think we forget sometimes?

5.2 Nothing Can Kill That Which Glowers

LOOK AT THIS ONE. Madam Hotel rotting in the reflection of the bubble (she was supposed to show up more in those episodes and sort of be in the process of rotting but she ended up being a single light instead.), I'm crazy about the Owner here, Izzy loves to always keep a little monster in the mix when he draws the Staff. And miss Manager POPS like an 80s music video. Lot's of subtle layers and textures here that can get overlooked, but just like the lake the Owner sinks into, it deepens the longer you linger (did you find the episode number?)

I also like to remind everyone that 'That Which Glowers' is the Grimace and this episode title is a reference to the Clerks cartoon.

5.4 We Are...Watching You...

But are you really LOOKING at it? Do you SEE Izzy's MIND? Lined up you get back to back Managers mirroring each other as well as Madam Hotel in the wings of the now completed curtains--these doubles ALSO frame what is hopefully implied to be the Lobby Boy's hand reaching for his Manager. All of this duality and connection not only reinforces what we know about the characters and show already but set up beautifully the new mirrors about to arrive...

5.5 The Bellhop

THERE SHE IS! There's my goblin girl. You get the bloody vision of the Hotel as Hop sees it as well as the framing for a triptych of the New Crew, each on their own floor. The New Crew stands apart from the Staff in that they have canonical designs immediately, so there tends to be less variation on their fan designs. However there was like ONE WEEK or so before this episode dropped where people were drawing Hop ALL KINDS OF ways. She's one of my favorite designs Izzy's done for the show and I think it's partially because she looks a little like ET.

5.6 The Concierge

Shut up. Shut UP. Look at those colors. Look at that face. Look at those shoulders. Look at those colors! THE COLORS DUKE! THE COLORS!!!! and those printing spots breaking up the lines, all layered over starlight?! It should be, at this point, very hard for Izzy to outdo himself but...he just keeps on outdoing it. We jump down a floor here and the Concierge has slightly more brick surrounding him than the Bellhop did so my pattern recognizers in the crowd can probably guess what's coming next--

5.6 The Auditor

It's been pointed out that Aud has gotten the most detailed description of the main characters on the show. I try to always keep it vague so everyone can imagine whatever they like , but the Auditor is so weird I just wanted to play a little. I saw this scary looking, lonely monster begging to be seen in all white surrounded by nothing. Even the brick and mortar of the Hotel doesn't seem to want to be around her much. One thing I love about Izzy's work is how well he combines whimsy and fun with actual scary imagery. She looks really scary. That is a scary looking monster he drew.

I also think she kind of looks like this alien from Star Trek IV (hey look Star Trek showed up)

5.9 Tenaj Druh - 004 Moor

Oh how I wish I could have a full set of New Crew postcards from Izzy seeing season 1 from a different perspective (for that matter I'd love a full set of season 1 from Izzy, but one thing at a time). Getting to not only see Janet Hurd, but see the NEW CREW checking her in is so so exciting. And the Manager's TV's re-imagined as giant bloody eyeballs is expressed to it's grossest perfection here. Even the Goosebumps frame is tinted sickly green. (the rest of the season also has Goosebumps frames but I'm trying to show off Izzy's art I want you all to have a good look)

5.10 Tnurb Yrrah - 002 Moor

this one's bonkers. The Hubble's ultra deep field on the left, brains on the right but both halves of one face with the broken illusion between them that is just the building of the Hotel herself?? It's got poster folds and teeth for doors! This is a really stunning one that I feel like deserves a little more attention than it gets. Also maybe I spoke too soon on the Goosebumps frame, I don't...this one doesn't have one but maybe I just saved that file somewhere weird.

5.11 IT'S NEW YEARS EVE, JUDY BLASHY!

This is i think the first one we did that had a Goosebumps frame baked in. You can see the 5 and 11 on the clock give us our season and episode number, but that gets a little lost on the printed version so here it is in all it's glory. Love to get to see Judy here her FACE is so EXPRESSIVE and sharp. Notice how Izzy does NOT draw her with a gap tooth. Is that gap battle damage, or some aesthetic flourish the Hotel likes for her bodies? You'd have to ask Izzy. Also love getting to see him draw the things in her furnace room, which are like huge and imply a much larger elevator inside the box. Always reinforcing that boundaries and rules do not apply at the Hotel

they are also based on the family from Mac and Me

what the fuuuck?? why are they so scary??? why are they like that?? why did they make this movie this way?? I was a child!

5.12 The Reaper's Envy

Finishing up the season is this gorgeous party poster that would be right at home in the 90s. Other than the colors (THE COLOR!) I want to point out the confetti that breaks out of the border that also quietly includes some vermin (all up top, letting your eye drift down to the New Crew being reflected in what hopefully everyone assumed was Judy Blashy's eye. Of course we know now who's eye that is and what it's connected to (nothing its nothing it got cut out)

And that's season 5. Now we have entered the @filthyguts desert and must wait once again for the rains to return. I've got new ideas for season 6 that are gonna completely change how we do the art for the show and maybe we can even squeeze some button designs out of him when we launch the next wave of stuff we're launching.

I've said it before and I'll say it again and again and 100 more times, but Izzy's art is a hugely important part of the show, a source of inspiration not only to the fans who listen but to me myself (especially in my lower moments) and I am so so happy that his art and his style has come to define the show.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Hypnotized Help: Ben

"Could I take your luggage, sir?" the actor promptly asks each of my arriving guests.

Ben Affleck was proving to be the perfect bellboy, which was no surprise. I'd basically carved the job description into his head.

My friends are all staying at my mansion to enjoy a summer of only the best that money can buy; the finest foods, oldest wines, and an army of servants to wait on our every need, and I mean every need.

There's not much my hypnotized workers won't do.

Of course, an event of this scale has required a larger staff, but I've been able to train dozens of new recruits. I knew I needed someone specifically to haul everyone's bags to their rooms, so I orchestrated a run-in with the A-list actor while he was grabbing coffee.

He was completely unamused until I dropped him into a trance and explained how much he wanted to get in my car with me. I brought him back to the mansion and reconditioned all of his thoughts and beliefs.

He's still the same old Ben Affleck, but now he's willing to drop everything at a moment's notice to dress up as a bellhop when his master wants one. The man is good at it too. His strong arms and wide gate are practically made for hauling bags and suitcases up the stairs. His uniform might be a little gaudy, but his broad shoulders fill it out handsomely. He's been carrying luggage and leading guests to their rooms all morning, but he doesn't seem tired of it at all.

"Bellboy!" I demand his attention as he attends to one of my last guests.

"Yes, master?" he pauses to control his heavy breaths.

"You remember what you do after you help all the guests to their room, right?"

"Yes, master," his eyes unfocus as he recalls what I taught him, "I will report to each room a second time and offer to unpack their belongings for them. I will be sure to treat their belongings with the utmost respect."

"That's right," I smile at my good work, "Carry on."

"Yes, master," he nods and whips around to deliver the final suitcases to their room, but my guest lingers with me. He's an old college buddy of mine, and if I remember correctly, he's always been a fan of Batman movies.

"This place is insane," he laughs before quietly adding, "So you said he's still hypnotized, right?"

"Yup, completely under my control."

"So can I...?"

"You can do whatever you want with him, bro. I don't care," I explain before calling out to the bellhop, "Hey Ben!"

"Yes, master?" he once again holds the luggage steady and turns around.

"Don't forget to offer my guests a tip. I know it's usually done the other way around, but you're the one who needs to pay the gratuity here. Since, you don't have money on you, you'll have to ask each guest individually how to repay them. Got it?"

"Yes, master," Ben Affleck responds with a nervous glance at the guest.

My friend's jaw drops.

"Holy crap," he stammers, "What should I make Ben-freaking-Affleck do?"

"Anything, dude! Make the guy iron your shirts or shine your shoes," I suggest, "Or make him do something about that tent in your pants."

My guest blushes before eagerly catching up to the bellhop. The actor leads him up the grand staircase and through ornately decorated halls, but my buddy's eyes are only looking at the actor's rear end. Ben might not enjoy tipping all my guests, but my friend is definitely about to enjoy the hell out of it.

This is bound to be a good summer...

[kelppsstuff]

Benevolence 

Chapter one: Vivian

Warnings: cussing

Word count: 1851

Masterlist

I thought it was the happy hotel, not Hazbin. I thought to myself while staring up at the sign above the giant building. Well, it’ll be good to see Charlie again. I knocked on the door and waited. I could hear everyone in the lobby freaking out trying to get themselves situated– quite funny might I add. The person to open the door was a women, with an x over her eye. Interesting. “Hel–” I didn’t get to finish before she closed the door in my face, rude. I heard her started to freak out with the rest of who I presume are the staff. “Alastor! One of the commandments is at the door!” The voice who i believed belonged to Alastor had a radio effect on it.

“Oh what a sense of de-ja vu.” The door opened again to revel red. So much red. Red suit, red eyes, red cane, and antlers. The radio demon was a deer, who knew. “Welcome my dear! How can we help you?” There’s the manners a hotel should have.

“I’m looking fo dear Charlie, her father set up an appointment for her with the head of the exterminators.” The cat dropped a bottle and the spider fell over, well nothing. “She’s just getting ready for the day!” Good. I walked through the door, which should honest get a better bellhop. I waited as the first women I saw went to get Charlie. It was so obvious she was an angel I wondered if Charlie knew – of course I wouldn’t snitch.

The princess of Hell came running, full on sprinting down the stairs so fast I don’t even know if she touch one of them. “Did dad really set up a meeting?” She had stars in her eyes, It was nice to see how much she actually admire her dad. “Wants to help your Hotel, in any way he can. The only condition is I go with you.”

“Why?”

“Let’s say the leader isn’t a fan of your family.”

—

She started singing. She actually started singing. Sometimes I forget how much people in the after life sing. Even Heaven sings a lot. By the time we got to the sign in she looked at me – now done singing – and looked confused. I smiled at her and ranged the bell, a page appearing before us. I signed us in and the doors opened. Here we go. Charlie looked around calling out for someone. “Hellooooo? Anyone here.” It was pitch black but I could still see the silloutee of Adam. Yep Adam, the first man. “Sup.” The lights flicked on and charlie stepped back into me. I steadyed her before taking a seat.

“Oh hi, I’m Charlie my dad set up this meeting for me.”

“Yeah I know.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you.” She started to walked to him as he stuck his hand out. “Nice to meet you too.” But she didn’t shake his hand as her hand went through him. He was a hologram. “HAHAHA! I got you! You see that shit Lute?” He turned to the other angel who just nodded at him. “What about you babe? You seen that?” Did he seriously just call me babe? Imma kill myself. “Wasn’t paying attention.” He nodded up and down and looked to Charlie. “It was good shit!”

“Well anyways I’ve been working on the project–” I took this as my que to teleport her notes in front of her with the snap of my finger. “And I really wanna get into it.” But she was sushed before she could even start, as Adam put his hand up. “Slow down, we’ve got time. Want some food, I got just the thing.” He held up a plate of ribs. God Charlie don’t fall for it again. “Oh thank you.” Her hand went through the plate, and I meedietly slapped my head. What a dumbass respectfully. “I got you again bitch! You see it that time babe!”

“Not my name and no I didn’t.” I wasn’t going to indulge him. I never indulge anyone. His mask frowned and his eyes brows pulled together.

—

“So I was playing this gig–” Of course he’s a rock star. “And this virtue chick was digging on the drummer.” He then turned to me to see if I was paying attention to his story. “And I’m like do you know who I am, I’m fucking Adam. I’m the original dick, every dick decens from me, and you think you want drummer dick?” He was speaking as if anyone who didn’t immediately want him was fucking stupid. “So then we fucked and it was great.” What a lovely tale. “What you two do this weekend?”

“Wait your Adam, like first man.That explains so much.” The said man just smiled and stuck his hand up saying. “I know I fucking rock.”

“Well, Adam, Sir, Sir Adam.” She was fumbling and his next words did not help. “Call me dickmaster.” I glared at his masked face. “Adam.” I said my voice final.

“Say my name all you want babe.” Imma throw hands with him I swear to god.

“Anyways, Adam, you seem like a smart stand up guy.”

“Uh huh.” Picking at his teeth. Are you serious?

“I know your the leader of the angels, your a revelational genius.”

“I mean your words sweetheart.”

“Who would want to put his name on something.”

“I fucking love putting my name on shit!”

Charlie walked over to him and put her hands out in a grand gesture way. “It’s a solution to our biggest problem.” He looked to Charlie and smacked his lips. “Oh herpes yeah thats a bitch.” Welllll, I suppose he’s not entirely wrong. “No! Our second biggest problem.”

“Oh ugly people?” My eye twitched. He looked to me with a fucking smirk that I woud wipe off in an instant if he were someone else. I suppose he finally did get a reaction out of me. “Math? Global warming? No thats Earth’s issue. Uhhhhhhh.”

—

“You mean when you take her out for the fifth time and she still expects you to pay! But wasn’t she like ‘hey I want equality’!” I raised my eye brow to him and looked him up and down. “Hard to believe you could get to a fifth date.” Now it was his eye that twitched. Before he could make a comeback Charlie groaned.

“No our shared problem of over population in hell!”

“OHHHHHH! That’s not a problem. Lute how many demon you kill this year?” The angel at his eye finally spoke up. “Got a good 275 sir.”

“275! Woah, awesome job!” The angel fist bumed her boss and glared at me. Fucking bitch. “No! Not awesome, those are my people, my friends.”

Adam nodded his head put his hands together. “Must suck for you!” Charlie heart looked broken listening to them, and this is exactly why Lucifer sent me with her. “Watch it. That’s royalty our speaking too. And sinners and saints souls are no different, death comes for both, and they both live a life.” Lute glared at me trying to burn a hole through my skull while Adam titled his head.

“Sinners may have made mistakes, but so has everybody.” Lute turned her glare to Charlie. “Angels don’t make mistakes.” I wasn’t going to let her continue her bullying, I’m over this shit. “Tell that to your bloody uniform, how bout you wash it. Would hateee for your secret to get out.”

“Listen to Lute babe, I’ve never made a mistake in my fucking life.”

“The only reason your here is beacsue daddy gave you and your hell born kind a pardon. How does it feel to know how little you matter.” This bitch. I stood up and yanked her away from Charlie. My hand didn’t go through her hologram. My hand was burning like fucking hell, but I had enough power to reach her as long as they were being projected here.

Her eyes widened as I pushed her to the ground. “Watch you fucking mouth, or next extermination I’m coming for you.” Before I could take another step Adam cleared his throat. “I guess we should hurry this up.” Charlie pirked up at that while she started to sing her little presentation to Adam – all the while I was keeping my glare on Lute.

“Let me stop you right there save us all precious time. (oh okay) if what your suggesting is letting them climb up the latter. Oh they rather cross the pearly gates.” Okay, I’ll admit it, his voice is fucking awesome. “Sorry sweetie but theres no defying their fates cause hell is forever weather you like it or not. Had their chance to behave better now the boil in a pot, cause the rules are black and white. Theres no use in tryin to fight it, there burininn for there life until we kill the again.” I started to speak up but he put his finger up to my mouth, stopping me. “Just try and relax babe, your wasting your breath. Did I hear you imply that they don’t deserve death?” I started to back up pushing Charile with me. “Are they winners? Are they sinners? Cause it’s cut dry. (well actually if you take a look at this–) Fair is fair, an eye for an eye. When all said and done. (Said and done) Theres the question of fun. And for those of us with divine ortainment, extermination is entertainment! Gutair solo fuck yeah!” He started to fly around with Lute while other angels appeared around us. “Cause hell is forever weather you like it or not, had their chance to do better now they boil in a pot. The rules are black and white, there no use tryin to fight it. (Where did all of you people come from?) There burning for their life until we kill them again. FUCKING HELL!” He brought out a guiatr and now I know the part he played in his band. “Is forever and it meant to suck a lot. You have to give up your endeavor cause you don't have a shot! He flew up beside me and leaned against my body he was slightly gitching, but I could feel him – just barely – but I still did. He was cold. “Now that I have your attention I guess I should mention that we made a determination! To move up the next extermination! (What?)” I pushed him off me and and turned to him, pure shock on my face. This mother fucker. My eyes started to glow purple and I could feel my power running through my veins begging to be released. “Can’t wait a whole year to slaughter those little cunts, I know it’s been a week but we’ll be back in six months.” And the he pushed us both out the door. Charlie was quick to try and get back into the room but it closed quickly. “Shit!” Imma fucking tear their souls apart and have them feast on it before ripping there throats out.

[ssouhekii]

ʰᵒᵗᵉˡ ʰᵉˡˡˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ . ☆ • ° . ¤ ●

synopsis: after a terribly boring meeting you find yourself overwhelmed to the point of a breakdown. sigma is there to save you.

wc: 1.2k. comfort ☆ sigma & reader, can be read in any context

warnings: sensory overload, implied guilt over it. sigma does his best to act fast, good job sigma! 👍

You felt the intensity of thousands of waves of lightning rushing through your veins, energy bursting out of you with the speed of sound, yet all you could do was bounce your leg.

Tap, tap, tap, rapidly, as you tried your absolute hardest to focus on the meeting at hand. You felt agitated, and glanced around nervously. There was just something about this room that set you off, and mixed with everything else you felt, you could just explode.

Maybe it was the fact that the lights were too bright, or that the clock ticked too loud, or even that there was nothing in the room to focus on. A bland, beige wall molded into the tan carpet, and the brown wooden table with chairs all along its sides formed a sort of desert, and you felt your mind slipping from it, with only sand to hold onto. The droning of the people at the table about something you had no care for waned from your ears like the desert sun from the sky in winter as you tuned them out.

Of course, blocking all outside stimuli out, you were only able to think of how much energy you had, how stressed you felt having to stay still. Your isolation didn't last long, with the idle tick-tacking of the room's clock slowly fading back into your ears along with your vision. Or, more accurately, your visual processing.

Everyone was getting up while you looked around hazily, until someone's voice floated into your ears.

It took a couple tries for you to actually understand what was being said.

"Y/n?"

The feeling of a familiar hand on your shoulder pulled you off one foot and completely through the doorway back to reality again.

"Y/n, the meeting is over.."

You stopped bouncing your leg and turned around. Oh, it was Sigma.

The sight of your two-toned co-worker was a relief to you. In your distress, you'd almost forgotten he was there. Of course, you also hadn't noticed his shooting worried looks your way.

Sigma had grown quite close with you over shared work, and had begun to pick up on your habits. You'd told him about your getting overwhelmed and your bursts of energy, and he could tell that these things upset you quite a bit.

However, you'd never expected him to ever offer a helping hand.

You trailed after him out of the desert room, yet your mind stayed put. Eyes darting, you seemed to lose attention every time something new came into your sight.

Of course, leaving a room devoid of all life after a conference to enter a bustling hotel lobby was like traversing from one hell to the next.

Along with the voices of Sigma and other people you worked with, suddenly a cacophany of every other sound known to man entered your ears along with a million new bright lights and scenes.

You could hear the cries of children, the laughter of adult guests, the rolling of suitcases across the floor all around you, the dinging of the service bells, the music played on the speakers, the tapping of feet, the honks of cars, and so many other things. When you opened your eyes, you saw lights flashing into your eyes, everyone moving all around you, the fire in the fireplace, a bellhop dropping bags, the elevator door opening, everything.

And you didn't want to see everything, so you shut your eyes tight.

You hardly noticed your breathing become heavier as you gripped your arm tight and tried to ground yourself. You could feel tears stream down your cheeks, but your arms were frozen in place, unable to wipe them away.

Staying grounded didn't work at all, as you felt yourself being pulled from your space by an unknown hand. For some reason, though it terrified you, you simply let yourself be dragged.

Soon enough, cries and laughter faded out of your ears as you walked until all you could hear was muffled music and the occasional patter of footsteps.

You opened your eyes and wiped away the tears on your eyelashes with a shaky hand, staring up in front of you.

"Are you alright, y/n? What's going on, please talk to me."

It was Sigma, whos hands were pulled back against his chest, clearly wanting to reach out yet too nervous to do so.

You dug your nails into your arm and let out a small hiccup before glancing to both your sides. There was nobody else there in that hall, just you and Sigma. You remembered later on that you were right next to a vending machine. The casino manager sported a clearly worried look on his face.

"You can tell me anything, I promise. What's going on?"

His last sentence was firm, which sent a pang of guilt through you. He'd thought someone had done something, that something happened.

"I- How do I-" you gulped down unnecessary words as best you could. "It was all, you know it was just a little too much and I, it was too bright and I just couldn't handle it-"

Your voice trembled as you looked to your side, desperately sesrching for something to focus on that wasn't his eyes.

Unbeknownst to you, Sigma's eyes softened a little bit.

"Ah, I see. I'm sorry I dragged you out so quickly. I didn't, uh, know what to do."

It suddenly clicked in your brain that it was his hand that grabbed your arm in that moment.

"Oh, thank you.. it does help, it's, it's quieter, you know?"

He exhaled a little from relief that he hadn't made some heinous mistake.

"Yeah, it was really loud back there, huh?"

Your breath slowed and you finally looked back up to Sigma. You realized he was holding your clipboard and pen, too. He gently held them out to you, and you took them as best you could. The weight steadied your shaking palms slightly.

"Were you okay during the meeting? I noticed you didn't look well, but I didn't want to bother you..."

You gave him a faint smile.

"No, I just felt a little stressed. Thank you, though," you paused. "For everything."

"Is this like, what you were telling me about?"

"Yeah. Sorry you had to deal with it."

Sigma frowned, and you hiccuped before turning your eyes to the side again.

"I'm not mad at you, y/n. These things happen."

It took a moment for those words to run through your brain. You had gotten overwhelmed, and for the first time ever the person who dealt with it hadn't blamed you.

Not thinking, you launched yourself into Sigma, wrapping your arms around him. Slowly, he moved his hands up around you too.

"Woah, it's alright, I'm here for you.."

You pulled yourself back, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry, wasn't thinking."

"It's okay. If it helps you feel better, you can hug me all you like, you know..."

You almost started crying again. He pulled you in gently, giving you time to back away if you wished. Alas, you stayed put and let Sigma hold you.

Before you knew it, you were breathing normally and tears had stopped falling. You backed up and smiled at him. "Sorry about all this, really, it jus-"

Sigma rapidly cut you off.

"It's not your fault, don't apologize. No worries at all."

"Are you sure? Like, really?"

"If it happens again, you can tell me."

"Thanks."

"You can tell me anything."

He turned away and took a step before extending a hand to you.

"I'm going to go eat, if you'd like to come with me."

You took his hand and followed.

"I'd like that."

a/n: I'm still surviving with the minimal screen time! i wrote this on the aforementioned 9-year-old tablet, so apologies for mistakes. As for the one (1) request I have, it's about halfway done! I ended up writing a lot more for fyodor than i thought.

[afterdarkprincess]

tangled up with you all night (burning it down)

I'm back!! With fic!!!

I was inspired with prompts from @elementaldoughnut12 to write some filthy age difference Ambrolleigns goodness and this is it :)

AO3 Link Here

This fic is Explicit and Contains: Daddy Kink, Feminization, Pet names, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Unrealistic Sex, Threesomes

enjoy!

tangled up with you all night (burning it down)

Seth isn’t sure how he ended up in this predicament, but he’s sure as hell not questioning it now.

He’d finished taping a backstage promo with his Shield brothers, each of them tripping over their words as they threaten the entire roster with their chaotic brand of justice. Dean and Roman peeled off pretty quickly to the locker room to get changed, both of them complaining loudly about being hungry and getting some food, but Seth stayed back a bit with the wardrobe department to double check on the measurements of his new pants.

As he finished his conversation, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how much his ass has grown in the last few months, he’s stopped by a PA he hasn’t seen before.

“Hey Seth, your partners wanted me to pass a message along- just that they went ahead and booked a hotel for you guys for the night and they’ll meet you there?” The woman smiled, handing him a note with an address, written in Dean’s familiar scrawl.

Odd, he thought. No reason why they couldn’t have texted him the hotel details, but Dean and Roman could be weirdos sometimes. They’ve been traveling together for just over 6 months, but Seth’s still getting used to being able to rely on them after being on his own for so long.

He gathered his gear from the locker room and headed out, putting the address in for the hotel into his rental’s GPS. It wasn’t far from the arena, and when he arrived things seemed a little off immediately.

This was a really nice hotel, like 5 stars, costs more money than any of them could afford nice. He put the car in park, looking at the note he’d discarded on the passenger seat to make sure he’d put the address in right, when he was startled by a knock on the car window.

Seth half expected to get told off for being here, some kid from nowhere, Iowa had no business being in a place like this, but he rolled down the window to a friendly valet.

“Mr. Rollins? We’ve been expecting you- Mr. Reigns instructed us to park your vehicle for you, you should be able to pick up your room key inside.”

Hearing himself addressed as ‘Mr. Rollins’ was weird enough, but he started to think he’s entered the twilight zone.

He grabbed his bags and handed the car key to the valet, the way he’d seen before in movies, before heading inside to what was arguably the most beautiful hotel lobby he’s ever seen.

As much as the WWE lifestyle seemed glamorous on the outside, most of the time the three of them shared 2 bed rooms at roadside motels, switching off who got the floor. Never had the three of them stayed anywhere this nice, with brilliant crystal chandeliers glittering in the ceiling.

Seth feels underdressed in his tight gym shorts and cut off t shirt, and he debated taking off his baseball hat as he approached the desk.

Again, he doesn’t even have to say a word before he’s addressed. “Ah Mr. Rollins, Welcome to the Aurelia! I have your key card here, you’ll be staying in one of our finest suites. This is Stephan, he’ll escort you to your room and can help with any bags.”

The beautiful woman behind the desk hands him a matte gold envelope containing a key card and he turns his head to find the bellhop standing uncomfortably close behind him.

“Oh I’m sure that’s not necessary, you can just point me where I need to go.” Seth already feels like a fish out of water, no need to subject this guy to his mouth gaping.

“If you’re sure sir, it’s Room 1550, take the elevator there and your room will be straight ahead” The bellhop backs off after gesturing to the large golden doors of the elevator, and Seth relaxed somewhat.

He took the elevator as directed, noticing that he’s been directed to the top floor of this crazy expensive hotel, and at that point his brain was on overdrive. Surely this is an elaborate prank Dean and Roman are playing on him and it’s about to blow up in his face.

The elevator chimed delicately signaling his stop, and he exited to find a small hallway with just 3 doors with intricate numbers reading 1525, 1550, and 1575.

Seth crossed the hallway in a few steps and cautiously held the key up to the door, almost certain it wouldn’t work for some reason, but the light turns green and the door opens.

“Dean? Roman?” He called, “What’s goin’ on? If this is a prank I’m gonna be so fucking pissed at you guys!”

Seth dropped his bag near the door, staring at the wide expanse of the suite, clearly a little too distracted because he’s pushed into the wall with zero warning.

“Been a long time since you called me by that name, sweetheart.” It’s a deep growl, both foreign and familiar at the same time.

He’s pinned, staring into the face of a bearded man, who can’t be-

“Dean?!”

“It’s Moxley now, dollface.”

Dean- or Moxley, he supposes, is shirtless with jeans so tight on his thighs they look painted on, and his senses are invaded by the intoxicating smell of him. Like sweat and musk with the faintest hint of tobacco and cigarette smoke.

“What- what’s going on? Where’s Roman?” Seth asks, trying to ignore the way his dick is twitching in his pants. This is no time to get horny.

Moxley rolls his eyes, dropping his arms and giving Seth the tiniest bit of breathing room. “Oy Tribal Chief?” He calls over his shoulder.

The large suite is partitioned, likely to give privacy to the bedroom, and that’s where he sees Roman appear.

Immediately Seth is struck by the differences. Unlike Moxley, who looks so radically different from the Dean Ambrose that Seth knows, Roman looks mostly the same other than his full beard. But the way this Roman carries himself is completely different.

Roman Reigns is a big dude, a huge Samoan piece of meat that shows up in Seth’s wet dreams more often than not, but he’s always been a little awkward, hunching his shoulders to try to be inconspicuous when he’s not in the ring.

But there’s no trace of that now, the Roman that walks in the room does so as if he owns the place, chest bare and dripping wet with a towel hung low on his hips.

Seth feels his mouth go dry at the sight, and his pants are feeling even tighter than they were before.

Roman crosses the room, slow and unhurried. He addresses Moxley first, “You’re not being mean to him, are you?”

“Course not,” Moxley snorts.

Roman’s big brown eyes turn on Seth, his face breaking into a heart stopping grin.

“Good,” Seth feels his knees get weak at the attention. “Don’t wanna scare you off now, do we?”

“Ro- I don’t know what’s going on here, how did you get this room?” Seth stutters out, but Roman brings one of his big hands to his face and rubs his thumb against his cheek.

“Now, now, Seth. Don’t think about it too hard, baby. See, me and Mox here just wanna make you feel good tonight.” Roman’s other hand wanders up to remove the baseball hat from Seth’s head and gently tug on his hair tie, freeing his hair from the bun it’s been in. “Look so pretty, sweet thing. Let me see you.”

Seth feels his cheeks get warm and flushed at the praise. Having Roman’s full attention on him like this is heady and overwhelming. He drops his gaze, avoiding Roman’s eyes.

“I dunno, Ro- I don’t understand…” it sounds like weak protest even to his own ears, and Roman’s not having it.

“What’s not to understand?” Seth’s chin is gently lifted and held to meet Roman’s gaze again. “Look if you wanna leave, we’re not gonna stop you. But we’ve been wanting to get our hands on you for a long time, baby. Let us take care of you.”

One of Moxley’s rough hands drags along the side of Seth’s torso, sending shocks to his system when he touches the bare skin peeking out of the cut arm holes.

“What he said,” Mox growls low, and all the reasons why this is a bad idea suddenly vanish from Seth’s mind.

He’s far too aware of how skimpy his gym clothes are, how much skin he’s left bare for them to feast on with their eyes. He can’t say he’s never thought about it, giving himself over to his teammates, his brothers in arms. They’re both incredibly attractive men.

And something about these older, more mature versions of them is completely clouding his judgement. By the beards and the salt and pepper in both their hairlines, Moxley and Roman look at least 10 to 15 years older than he last saw them.

He feels himself nodding, blush spreading on his face. “O-Okay,”

Roman practically beams at him, leaning in close to his face.

“Want you to say it, baby. Tell us what you want.”

The shame and embarrassment burn hot in his gut but it’s fueling his rapidly growing erection.

Seth whispers, “Wantyoutotakecareofme.”

Moxley barks a laugh. “Try that again for me.”

He swallows, slow and thick, trying not to think about the throbbing ache of his dick in his shorts.

“Want you two to take care of me, please?”

Seth looks up at Roman through his thick eyelashes, and the grin on the Samoan’s face reminds him of a shark.

“Good boy,” He casts a look in Mox’s direction. “You want him first?”

Moxley laughs again, licking his lips. “Yes, sir. Been wanting a piece of this ass since he walked in.”

The hand that had been lingering on Seth’s waist wanders down to the swell of his ass and squeezes, causing Seth to squeak in surprise.

Moxley sweeps him up into an easy bridal carry, and Seth feels tiny wrapping his arms around the man’s neck and tucking his face into his bare chest, pressing his nose into the soft chest hair.

Seth is carried into the bedroom, which contains the largest bed he’s ever seen, before he’s tossed onto the sheets, landing softly on his back before Moxley’s hands are on him again.

“These lil shorts are cute baby, but I think I’d like ‘em better on the floor.”

It’s all the warning he gets before Mox yanks his shorts down and off in one fell swoop. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, so his now hard dick bounces in the air, leaking precum from the tip.

Seth’s torn between the desire to hide from the other man’s gaze and splaying his legs out, but the choice is taken from him when Mox takes his thighs into his rough hands and forcefully pulls him back to the edge of the bed.

Mox whistles lowly, “Such a pretty little dick, this all for me?” He spits into his hand and wraps it around the length of Seth’s dick, coating it in the mixture of his saliva and the precum that’s drooled all over the blushing pink head.

Seth’s vision whites out, whining at the feeling of Moxley’s rough hands wringing pleasure out of him.

He feels the mattress shift above him, and suddenly Roman is there behind him, nestling Seth’s head in his lap and letting his thick thighs cradle Seth on either side.

Seth cranes his neck, half expecting to be greeted with the sight of Roman’s cock, but the Samoan has tight briefs on, only barely obscuring the thick length of him from view. Seth can’t help but feel a little disappointed, but he’s quickly distracted by the warmth of a tongue licking at the head of his dick.

“Eyes down here, babydoll. S’still my turn.” Mox fixes him with a stern look, and shoots a glare up at Roman.

The interruption gives Seth a chance to take in the view that is Moxley’s chest, hairy and littered with scars. It’s such a departure from Dean’s chest, that he’d seen only a few hours ago, for the most part hairless and smooth. This man has been through some things, pretty bad things if Seth had to guess, and it gave him a dangerous edge. But the effect sent heat running to the pool of arousal in his groin.

Which was greeted by Mox suddenly taking the whole length of Seth’s dick in his mouth, sucking and hollowing out his cheeks like he’s trying to extract Seth’s soul via his cock.

Seth cries, the feeling overwhelming him and causing him to twitch and shake, then Roman’s hands are on his chest, pushing up his t shirt and rubbing his big thumbs against Seth’s nipples, using the rest of his hands to cup at his pecs, holding them like tits.

Roman’s smooth voice washes over him, “You’re doing so good for us, sweetheart. Takin’ Moxley’s abuse, makin’ those pretty noises.” One hand remains on his chest as the other moves back up to pet at his hair, gently raking through the strands with his fingers. The motion and the praise grounds him and it’s easier to still his hips against the sensations in his dick. Then Roman leans in close, whispering into his ear, “Tell Mox how much you like him suckin’ your dick.”

Seth whines, the sound high in his throat, as Mox takes him deep into his throat again, and Roman tuts, pinching one of his nipples.

“Now what did we talk about earlier, princess. Use your words.”

He can barely think, but the words tumble out. “Love it, love how it feels, f-fuck, please.” Seth’s breath comes out in stuttered gasps.

Suddenly all that warm heat is gone, and he’s whining again.

Moxley laughs darkly, leaning down into Seth’s face and capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss, Mox’s teeth latching onto his bottom lip.

Roman’s fingers curl in his hair and suddenly his head is being yanked to one side, exposing the long line of his throat to Moxley, who doesn’t hesitate in licking and biting roughly at the sensitive skin.

Two fingers find his mouth, pushing in as Seth hears the command.

“Suck, get ’em wet, baby.”

His bottom lip drops open and he laps at the fingers, swirling his tongue around and getting them nice and slick as Mox continues his assault.

Roman laughs, “So good, good job, princess.”

The praise goes straight to his neglected cock, Seth thinks he might die if he doesn’t get to cum soon.

Moxley finally lets up on his neck, giving one last lick to the spectacular bruise he’s left before he’s out of Seth’s view again, obstructed by the thick curtain of Roman’s hair as he leans in to take his turn exploring Seth’s lips and mouth.

It’s awkward, kissing Roman spiderman style, but then there’s wet pressure at his hole and he’s gasping into the kiss, which Roman takes advantage of to get his tongue in deeper.

Seth is hit with twin sensations of Mox’s tongue deep in his ass and Roman’s in his mouth. He feels like he’s lost, adrift in a sea of pleasure without any means of escape.

The tongue in his ass drags in and out before swirling around his rim in a filthy mirror image of Roman’s exploration of his mouth.

They both let up finally, but he’s given only the briefest moment to catch his breath before Mox’s spit-slick fingers are pushing into his hole.

“Check out this pussy, Ro,” Seth watches as Mox spits onto his hole as he fucks his fingers in and out, stretching him. “Sucking me in, I’d almost think our baby girl’s a virgin.”

Seth whimpers as his neglected cock twitches and drools.

Roman tugs on his hair again, putting his lips to Seth’s ears, “That’s right, princess. Hear how much he loves your pussy?”

Seth’s breath hitches, stuttering. “D-d-ahhhhh, please!”

“What was that, babydoll?” Mox’s fingers press against his prostate hard, and Seth sees stars.

“Daddy,” he moans brokenly, tears welling up in his eyes and threatening to spill over. “Daddy please, n-need.”

“Tell Daddy what you need, baby, go on,” Roman kisses his forehead, and the contrast between the soft feel of the Samoan’s lips and the rough treatment of his hole has him teetering on the edge again.

“Please please Daddy, gonna cum, need it, fuck, please,” It comes out in a rush, but what follows is not the release he was seeking.

Instead, Dean circles his free hand around the base of Seth’s cock, squeezing tightly with his thumb and forefinger, denying Seth his release with a sharp grin.

“Not yet, princess, you’ll come on Daddy’s cock or not at all.”

Tears flowed down Seth’s cheeks now, wetting the sheets.

Mox spits on his hole again and adds a third finger, increasing the burn and stretch in his muscles. Seth thinks he might die from the delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

Roman’s thumbs wipe at the tear tracks on his face.

When finally Seth barely feels like he can take it anymore, Mox removes his fingers from his hole, which is both better and worse.

He’s manhandled by both men onto his stomach, and commanded to his hands and knees, his hips sinking back instinctively to show off his ass. “Whaddid I tell ya, Roman- he’s a natural.”

Roman laughs at the comment, remaining in his position at Seth’s head, though now up on his knees, while Mox lines up behind him.

Seth’s at a perfect eye level to Roman’s thick cock, bulging dangerously in his briefs, and Seth’s mouth waters. There are few things Seth Rollins enjoys on this earth more than sucking cock, though even he might be presented with a challenge here, but it’s one he’ll gladly accept.

He looks up at Roman, fluttering his lashes and pouting. “Daddy?”

Roman’s fingers find his hair again, tucking the loose strands behind his ear.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can I- please can I suck you?”

“Suck my what, princess?”

Seth swallows thickly. “Your cock, daddy. Wanna suck your cock.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” His free hand grips the waistband of his underwear, dragging the fabric down until his dick springs free directly in front of Seth’s mouth.

Traveling together doesn’t often afford a lot of privacy, so Seth’s seen Roman’s dick before in locker rooms and communal showers. It’s intimidating even when soft, but thats nothing compared to the sight that is his thick hard beautiful cock.

It’s long, easily 8 inches and girthy, the same beautiful color as the rest of Roman’s body with a fat mushroom head. Seth opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out to lap at the head, as Roman’s fingers twist in his curls and drags him forward to take his cock into his mouth.

Roman’s dick is heavy on his tongue, and his jaw aches already at the stretch, but he sucks obediently, letting his saliva pool in his mouth and drool out and down the rest of the length.

Without any warning, there’s blunt pressure at his hole, pressing in and spearing him open.

He moans, sending vibrations through Roman’s cock and he’s lost, no more thoughts in his head except to be an open and wet hole for both of his daddies to fuck.

The pace they set is rough and intense, plowing into him at both ends. His dick smacks his stomach with the force of their thrusts, still painfully hard and ready to burst.

Tears roll down his cheeks freely as Roman fucks his face, and Moxley gives his ass several hard smacks. It’s the most filthy thing Seth’s ever done in his life and it’s intense and hot and perfect.

He moans loudly, gagging as the head of Roman’s dick enters his throat. The heat in his belly is fire hot, coiled like a spring and ready to burst.

“I think he’s earned his reward, don’t you?” Roman asks,

“‘Suppose,” Moxley spits. “Cum, babydoll.”

“Cum for Daddy, baby.”

The fire in him overflows, and Seth’s vision whites out as he finally releases, cum spurting out of him each time the head of Moxley’s cock brushes his prostate.

When his brain comes back online a few moments later, it’s to the sensation of Roman burying his cock deep in Seth’s throat, his nose brushing into the dark curls of the Samoan’s pubic hair. He feels Roman’s cock twitching, feeding his cum directly into his throat.

One of Roman’s hands wraps around his neck, squeezing slightly to feel his cock there. It sends a jolt to his spent cock, adding to the overstimulation that’s increasingly painful as Moxley continues to abuse his prostate, hitting it on each and every punishing thrust.

Roman finally pulls out of his mouth, and Seth’s gasps for air turn into breathy cries.

“Come on, take it baby, just a little longer for me.” Mox growls, thrusts increasing in pace as he absolutely destroys Seth’s ass.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” The words are punched out of his mouth with each thrust, he licks his lips and tastes the salt from his tears, it’s so much.

“Who’s pussy is this, baby?” Mox thrusts in hard, grinding his hips, and Seth feels cum paint his inner walls.

“Yours!! Yours, Daddy!!”

—

Seth bolts upright in bed, panting hard and feeling a wet spot in his boxers. He looks down to see the stain blooming, evidence of his shameful wet dream.

It had seemed so real, confusing as hell, but definitely hot and filed away for the lonely nights on the road.

“Whassamatter?” He hears a gravelly voice from his left and sees the shaggy hair of Dean Ambrose looking up at him.

“Ah- just a dream, babe. I’ll be right back.” Seth’s happy for the cover of darkness so his boyfriend can’t see the blush rising in his cheek.

“You better be,” The low rumble comes from his right, as his other boyfriend Roman slings his big arm over the space where he’d been sleeping between them.

Maybe he’d tell them in the morning, about the dirty fantasies his mind had created from them. Maybe they’d even help make them real.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Master Posts Links

All the dabbles I have posted on my DC x DP account. Under a read more due to how long it is. Broken into three categories:

Multi-parts - Dabbles that have more than one part written.

One-shots- Dabbles with only one part written.

Requests- Dabbles written for the requests of readers. (Note: If a request is for a continuation of the other two categories, they will be filed in Milti-parts)

Master Post 1 Link

Master Post 2 Link

Please read the indexes to determine which master post each au is filed in.

As of 02/10/2024: The newest stuff is inside of Master Post 2. If there are many parts from Master Post 1, they will remain on that one.

MASTER POST 1 INDEX:

Multi-parts:

The Royal Consort,

The Bakery is a Front!...right?,

Child Support

Alfred's Boy

The Adoptive Son

Phantom's Number 1 fan

Passion for Fashion

Danny and The Fan Blog

Congratulations! It's Triplets!:

Ghost King Summon dare

The Dauntless Matchmaker

One-shots:

The Assistant

The Ghost Trio's Food Trip

Legal Compensation

Love Among Fans

Lex Luther's Youngest

Misplace Baby:

The Infinite Realms Hobby Store:

Obsession Runs in the Family

Farm Hand

Vague Threats

Game of Deadly Love

Retired-Rouge

The Real Blood Son

The Kid of Candles

Magic Older Brother

Keep The God Kid Busy!

Dog walker

Clockwork's Cookbook

Respawn and Relive

The Summoning Conditions of the Ghost King

Finders Keeper

What's the rule again?

The Contact, the Butler and the Sly Time Lord

Big Fish in Gotham Pond:

Immunity system:

Wrong Number:

Timeline Prevention Squad

Requests

The Masters are Aliens

Ghost Zone Read

Red Hood's Snow

Jason Sees Dead People

Ghost Dad

Wayne Manor Ghost

The Siren of Iceberg Lounge

Single Dad

The Orginal

The Ghost King's Fibs

Red ParentHood

Woo thy Butler, My Lord

Jason's Doll

Cass the Halfa

Double Vision

Dealeyed Soulmates

Rescue Mission

Danny's Online Persona

Practice makes perfect

Alley Boyfriends:

Demon and Angel Brat:

MASTER POST 2 INDEX:

Multi-Parts

Cave Boy

Cass the Halfa

Danny's Grill

Freelance Inventor

The Audit

One-Shots

Red Yummy

It's all Fun and Games Kids!

Professional Protector of Love

The Backroads

In 30 Minutes or less

One hell of a good bellhop

Mr. Flavor

Danny Fenton's Ex

Corporate Rivals

Requests

Why Ten?

Batman with a gun's lover

IRS's boogie man

Super Robin

Dear Elder Brother's mistakes

The Undead Florist

Pit's Merman

Dullahan is my roomate

Cluster of Cores

[katkalis-the-horror-fanartist]

Gotta pick one of these here~

Even though I know lots of you have/had cooler jobs than these...

[tmnt-obsessed-ace]

Fuck it Venus and Jennika are getting adding to SSDF

(Leo needs more daughters, and some soul crushing guilt that he wasnt able to save them from Draxum because he didnt even SEE them they were hidden too far up to be visible and with the building collapsing he didnt have time to stick and check or he and the babies would all die.)

So lets talk about them :)

Venus is the actual eldest at 16 (she's a year older than Rafa) by the time Leo actually meets her in Many Unhappy Returns she will have just turned 17 (the same age Leo was when he suddenly became a father of six four) she's a striped mud turtle and Big Mama's assistant.

She was found in Draxum's ruined lab when Big Mama's bellhops went investigating what had happened. However there was somebody already there. A white rabbit yokai, dressed in Samurai garb. He was holding two tiny little turtle mutants in his arms, trying to gently calm them down.

The bellhops attacked the Rabbit, managing to steal one of babies and brutally injure the other. Leaving the rabbit no choice but to flee and get the remaining turtle medical attention in hopes of retrieving the other one.

By the time the smaller turtle was even stable enough for searching, Venus was the adopted daughter of Big Mama.

And she heard that there was another baby turtle, still alive and in the city. She accused the rabbit of stealing her daughter, offering a massive reward for her safe return.

Everyone was hunting them now.

So the rabbit took his new daughter and fled the Hidden City, fled New York all together.

Although she started out as Big Mama's beloved daughter it didnt last. Venus's combat skills grew more refined and stronger dhe becomes more and more useful as an assistant. Someone who can go on the more dangerous missions while Big Mama can sit back and run the Nexus. Someone who can protect Big Mama when potential nexus fighters refuse to sign the contract or try to attack Big Mama

And oh boy does Venus resent Big Mama for this.

That resentment only grew stronger over the years but there were two things that drove sweet Venus to eventually overthrow Big Mama

1. Jennika being forced to fight in the Battle Nexus in order to be spared from life in prison. Jennika was only nine years old when this happened, I'll touch more on this in her section.

And 2. Forcing Leo to watch his sons fight for their lives in Battle Nexus New York (it will be a lot more dangerous than in canon) especially when Rafa's fake out death happens. When Leo is screaming and begging Big Mama to just take him instead, leave his children alone. It breaks something inside Venus. And when Cassandra tries to take the ring to control the Shadow Fiend.

Venus takes it instead, giving the Shredder one command.

Destroy Big Mama, tear her apart. Leave nothing behind.

An immediate betrayal.

But Venus finds an Ally in Cassandra.

They team up, on the condition that they take Big Mama down for good. (Even though doing this would create a massive power vacuum. Big Mana was one of the most powerful and influential yokai in the hidden city. And Venus sure as hell wasnt gonna take up the mantle, opting to burn it all down instead so oh boy...)

Then there's Jennika.

A 15 year old diamondback terrapin. And out of all the children, she's the one that looks the most like Leo. (Except that she's got green eyes, just like Raph. And she acts so much like Raph too it hurts.) She's a few months younger than Rafa. She also has deep grooves in her plastron from the attack as a child.

The daughter of a Samurai Ronin named Miyamoto Usagi. The two wandered the world for most of their lives, either hiding in the hidden cities or using cloaking broaches to blend in with the humans.

Jennika or her father called her Hisa, became a highly skilled samurai. Although becoming a Samurai her fierce short temper couldnt be calmed. At least until the incident.

On their travels together in the human world, disguised by cloaking broaches when Hisa was only nine years old, Usagi had been badly hurt by a small gang, losing consciousness too quick. Hisa lost it, absolutely lost it. None of the gang members were left alive. She didn't even know how she did that! They were all bigger and stronger than her but she killed them all in a massive flood. (She was actually the first person in the family to unlock Ninpo to protect/avenge Usagi. But she hasnt been able to do it since)

But...so many people saw it, thirty gang members all dead on the ground, a nine year old human girl at the center of it. Hisa was arrested, dragged kicking and screaming away from her father and mentor, begging the police to help him.

Hisa was handed off to the FBI. Would've gone higher through the government. Until Big Mama took an interest in her. The girl was powerful, too powerful to end up in the hands of humans.

So...Big Mama paid them off, got Hisa out and offered the girl a deal. Because a yokai like herself killing that many humans by obviously supernatural means would bring attention to the Yokai and Hidden Cities, so it is very much illegal. And punishable by life in a maximum security cell in the Hidden City Prison.

The deal was simple, Hisa would work off her sentence by fighting in the Battle Nexus, she just had to sign the contract.

And well Hisa didnt have any other choice.

So for the next five years Hisa was a battle nexus fighter, barely surviving each battle by the skin of her teeth.

All the while mourning her father Usagi.

Hisa was gone, all thats left is Jennika.

But not all hope was lost for the poor girl, as during the Bug Busters episode, while the boys had Big Mama distracted, her father Usagi found her and rescued her.

Together the two fled to the mountains of Japan, hiding away from Big Mama while poor Jennika recovers from those five years of misery.

But when news of a powerful champion in the Battle Nexus reaches Japan and of a MASSIVE Battle Nexus tournament involving four mutant turtles...well the two Samurai cant ignore that, especially when those turtles look a bit like Jennika.

[republicsecurity]

Transformation

Tactical Medics Diary

I stared at the photograph, a vivid relic of a life that felt simultaneously distant and not too long ago. Just one year, shortly before my Conscript Duty started. In it, I was a far cry from the disciplined tactical paramedic I had become. Instead, I wore a garish Hawaiian shirt, a vibrant explosion of colors and patterns that reflected the carefree spirit I used to embody. My mop of unruly blond hair cascaded in all directions.

Now, that once-boisterous hair had been shaved away, leaving behind the bare expanse of my scalp. The Hawaiian shirt had been replaced by a red body armour, a symbol of my dedication to service. I'd gone from sipping coconut-flavored drinks on a sandy beach to carrying out missions in high-pressure, life-or-death situations.

Who needs privacy when you have a neural-psychological training program that knows your deepest fears better than your therapist?

They told me I'd get into the best shape of my life. Little did I know that shape would be a perfectly shaved head in a red flightsuit.

The changes were profound, yet they felt almost inevitable. As a tactical paramedic, I had embraced a life of precision, discipline, and responsibility. The laughter and leisure of my past had been replaced by the efficiency and focus demanded by my new role.

Who needs privacy when you have a neural-psychological training program that knows your deepest fears better than your therapist?

But even as I looked at that old photograph, a small part of me still longed for the carefree days when I could let my hair down, both figuratively and literally. It was a different life, a different me, but it had shaped the person I had become. And though the blond hair and Hawaiian shirt were gone, the memories remained, tucked away in a corner of my mind like a well-preserved relic of a distant past.

Cadets Diary:

For some reason, we looked at old pre-induction fotos today. As I stared at the old picture of myself, a surge of nostalgia and mild amusement washed over me. There I was, a younger version of the person I had become, or more accurately, the person I'd been molded into. In that photograph, I sported a mohawk that could only be rivaled by a particularly rebellious porcupine and a leather jacket that screamed defiance.

Now, the mohawk was replaced by the perfectly shaved head we all proudly sported in our red bellhop uniforms. The leather jacket? Well, it had given way to this dashing red ensemble, the symbol of our servitude to the greater good.

I used to raise hell. Now, I raise eyebrows with my perfectly shaved head and impeccable uniform. Who knew conformity could be this stylish?

In those days, I was all about chaos and non-conformity. Now, I embodied structure and precision, from the way I stand ramrod straight to how I address everyone as "Ma'am" or "Sir."

The rebellion of my youth had been expertly conditioned out of me, replaced by an unwavering commitment to the paramedic cause.

Looking at that old photograph, I couldn't help but smile. I might have lost my punk exterior, but I gained a sense of purpose, camaraderie, and a darn good uniform. Sometimes, change wasn't so bad, even if it came with a few sacrifices.

Conscripts Diary

Looking at that old picture of myself, it's almost like peering into an entirely different life. I had this wild afro, a hairstyle that was as free-spirited as I was back then. My clothes were eclectic, my days were filled with adventures, and my evenings were for partying. Life was a bit of a chaotic rollercoaster, and I relished every twist and turn.

But now, here I am, a conscript paramedic with a perfectly shaved head, a sculpted physique, and this sharp, red uniform that screams discipline. The change has been nothing short of astonishing.

Now, I'm clean-shaven, sporting a shaved head like all the other paramedics. My body is toned and fit, a result of the relentless physical training we endure. It's like they took the old me and turned me into something more disciplined, more focused.

Being in the Paramedic Corps is like living in a sci-fi movie, but without the cool special effects and with way more push-ups.

I can't say I miss the afro, but there are times when I wonder what it would be like to let loose again, to not be constantly monitored, conditioned, and confined within the ironclad schedule. But this is the life I chose, or maybe it chose me. Either way, I'm here now, and there's no going back. You haven't experienced real camaraderie until you've tried to keep your sense of humor while wearing a chastity cage."

You know you're a paramedic when the highlight of your day is getting one hour of free time outside the HUD. Freedom, one hour at a time!

So, I'll keep the shaved head, the red flightsuit, and the discipline. After all, it's what makes me a paramedic. And I have to admit, I do look pretty damn good this way.

[lking-rp-hub]

Munday thing

Tag nine people you want to get to know better!

Favorite color(s): Sky blue, dark purple, pastille pink

Favorite flavor(s): Can I cop out and say sweet? Oh but also meat in general lol XD Anyway this isn’t a favourite but right now I’m chewing pineapple and coconut chewing gum and it’s surprisingly good.

Favorite genre(s): Psychological horror, thriller, fantasy, action comedy (but the last one usually only anime takes of it not blockbuster takes)

Favorite music: It varies but right now I’ve got Hell’s Comin’ With Me stuck in my head. I also like (and create covers of!) vocaloid in general.

Favorite movie(s): The Princess Bride, Perfect Blue, Stardust

Favorite series: At the moment, BnHA! There’s also Avatar (original animated version) and MILGRAM, and I do like to watch Case Closed when I feel like something subbed and episodic.

Last song: lol didn’t see this before I answered above XD But the song before Hell’s Comin’ With Me was Don’t Let The Bellhops Bite by Stupendium

Last movie: According to Netflix, The Lego Batman Movie

Currently watching: BnHA, SpyxFamily, Buddy Daddies, Attack on Titan, NieR: Automata Ver1.1a

Currently working on: Iconning;;; And getting a swimsuit for my vacation next week that doesn’t make me feel like I’m hiding a watermelon under my shirt haha... And in less self depreciating news, I do have a fanfic that I’m working on (halfway through the next chapter) called Datte Atashi, please check it out! I’m pretty proud of it so far.

Tagged by: @historias-multorum

Tagging: God I’m so bad at tagging people bc I don’t wanna bother them;;; But let’s try to be less anxious today!

@futurexheroes @underxworlder @explodcor @metamorphxxhero @thenihilistofthevoid @strxight-up-villxin @dad-for-one @detectiveconnor @dadzxwa

[thehotelpod]

i've been bitten by the star trek bug lately and i know you're a trekkie too, so i gotta ask: what alien species do you think the different hotel characters would be if they were in star trek? madam hotel def has Q energy but idk abt the others so i'm curious to know your take 🤔 (feel free to ignore this too though lol)

oh boy star trek! let’s do everyone, and don’t worry i’m throwing in pictures too and explanations too!

Manager - Vulcan. she’s cool, calm, and logical. plus she can pull off the bowl cut. This Vulcan is an arms dealer so sometimes they can be bad.

Lobby Boy - it’s tempting to go for the easy joke and say Pakled, but our boy is on a journey from prey animal to predator so he is a kelpien.

The Owner - Cardassian. Cuz he loves paper work. but seriously folks, Gul Dukat’s being forever an unliked outsider desperate to be one of the cool kids is Ownercore all day.

The Hotel Herself - whatever the hell Naglium is. This thing trapped the Enterprise and just stared killing people out of curiosity. Q is a good guess too, but Q has got too many secret (good/mischievous??) intentions

bonus! Madam Hotel - Lwaxana Troi. This one’s harder to explain broadly, you’re just gonna have to trust me.

The Bellhop - Vidiian. their population is infected with the Phage and they stay alive by harvesting the organs and flesh of whomever is unlucky enough to find them. i think she’s have fun doing that.

The Concierge - Romulan. He’s so deadly, but so charming, so classy, so mysterious.

The Auditor - Vorta. The powerful cloned right hands of the Founders whom they worship as gods (though they are treated as disposable irritants). I actually wrote her first episode very much with Weyoun in mind so this one was easy.

[televivid]

1, 12, and 23 for the oc worldbuilding questions? :)

1.) how would you describe the world your story takes place in? Same kind of world as our universe Except the places you go when you dream? Are in their own dimension/place. If you're an artist/creator you can find dream hotels in this dimension where you can see your creations/ocs in your room. The Bellhops who manage the dream hotels have waking shifts like any work would and these jobs are only taken by people who want to manage the dream hotel. It's hard to prove these hotels actually exist, so they are sort of an urban legend. The dream realm is connected to the Otherworld- if you enter it while dreaming you'll fall into a coma, and if you manage to find and enter it while awake you'll be lost and forgotten forever. I affectionately call it memory hell. Most people in the otherworld have become monsters. 12.) okay be honest. pick a favorite oc from this ocverse. Not even a question, Yuuko!! She's my girl(tm). The only oc in Hotel Storytell that wasn't changed from her initial concept, aka the shady therapist with identity issues. (Except for her name because I sucked at names in 2018) 23.) describe how everyones character gets butchered once in the public eye?

LMAOOO

Eden: Becomes pessimistic for some reason despite being one of the most optimistic characters. Becomes Bellhop's caretaker despite being like 12. Bellhop: Stereotypical airhead, the stupid one. Her adhd is her personality Dr. Leo Worth: I'm guilty of this one but making him super sappy and sentimental over Bellhop. At most he misses the days when they were young, but that's it. Yuuko: Making her bitchy and pushy with Dr Leo Worth or Bellhop. Like no those are the people she wants to protect. Ignoring or overexaggerating her more vulnerable traits (aimless wandering, identity issues, self hatred) Lemon: I'm guilty of this one too. Making him too childish. Sorry I'm not too good with writing kids. Sabrina: Either overexaggerating the uwu cutesy persona (more like her ocs) or making her too confident. Or she's clingy with Zacharie (she just wants to keep in touch with her brother, who is distant). Zacharie: Same as Eden making it a pessimist when they're optimistic. Probably ignoring their nonbinary/demiboy identity. I feel like this is the hotel resident people will gravitate to with shipping. Sora: Really fierce/anger management issues in general. She's sensitive about her art and wants to be acknowledged, that's why she gets mad at Mia. Mia: Making her the smart girlboss. She just happened to become popular on Creativy and has a degree. Bianca: Forgetting that she does remember her friends. Making her a completely innocent bystander who just walked into the Otherworld randomly (She's not, she had an urge to disappear)