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absurdthirst · 8 months ago

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Kinktober 2024: October 31st

Day 31: FREE FOR ALL

Mando x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Breeding ceremony, voyeurism, public sex, helmet stays on, aphrodisiac, breeding kink, breast play, multiple rounds, cream pie

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“Din! Din! Din!” The screams of pleasure echo throughout the halls, the rubble cleared and the forge once more lit. Mandalore is inhabited by Mandalorians again and now, new life is being conceived.

Visors and eyes are fixed on the dias, the platform providing a unique view of the bed that has been placed there for this purpose specifically. Watching as your body writhes and shakes.

Your vision is hazy, clouded with lust and all you can see is the flash of beskar on his helmet as you bounce on his cock. The thick length feeling like he is pushed up into your throat while you rock on him. The jorgon juice that you had both drank before the ceremony making it hard to stop even though you have cum multiple times already. Your cunt leaking with his spend from countless orgasms.

****

“Din Djarin.” You turn your head, hearing his name being called and nerves flutter in your stomach. No one can see it, it doesn’t show on the expressionless visor of your helmet, but you are barely resisting the urge to fidget.

Watching as the Mandalorian in question pauses for a moment, as if he is surprised that his name was the one called before he steps forward towards the dias and where the Armorer stands beside you.

You swallow, watching his long legged gait as he stalks with determination towards you. It’s a swagger in his steps, even though he always denies it when called on it. Everyone can see it, it’s ingrained in him from his years as a bounty hunter. His accomplishments marked by his fame in the parsec, the Outer Rim whispers of fear and awe. He is the mandalorian.

Once he is in front of the Armorer, his armor nearly glittering in the flames of the forge, you hear her speak your name, the sound of it echoing through the great hall of Mandalore. “-has chosen you as her donor.”

The crowd, helmeted and unhelmeted alike, start to beat their fists over the heart of their chest plates. The loud sound reverberated around the room. “Haav! Haav! Haav! Haav!” They start to chant, the word is quiet at the beginning and then starting to lift above the pounding of their fists, the approval of the crowd apparent when no one challenges it. The entire gathering shouting for the two of you to make your way to the bed on the dias.

This is his chance to reject you. To melt back into the crowd and refuse the honor that you have ultimately bestowed upon him. You shiver slightly, although you seem to be the very picture of poise, statue still in your armor that will soon be stripped from your body.

Din tilts his head slightly, his visor fixed on you and you can feel his eyes watching, gauging. The orange tips of his gloves flex at his side slightly and he twists back to look at the clan of Mandalorians that have now made this once abandoned planet home again. Breathing new life into the Creed that has all but been wiped clean of the galaxy by the former Empire. Hoping to grow your ranks and raise warriors.

“I accept.” The clanging stops instantly, the shouting that echoes through the halls quiets. No one moves as Din steps forward again. “I accept.” He repeats, louder this time.

The Armorer nods, motioning behind her and a tray with a cup is brought forward. “To aid you on your mission.” She hums as she picks up the chalice.

You know that the helmet will stay on. It must, for his and your Creeds to remain intact. The ones who remove their helmets now understand why you keep your faces covered and no longer ridicule you for it. Both sects of Mandalore now coexist together for the good of your clans.

When it’s offered to you, you take the chalice, lifting the bottom of your helmet and taking a sip of the slightly bitter, sweet drink. The tang of it laying heavy on your tongue and immediately heating up your body as it slides down your throat.

Handing it to Din, you groan softly as he hooks his fingers under the edge of the helmet. Exposing just a bare inch of his throat, giving you a glimpse of his skin. The bulb of his Adam’s apple, the scattering of some facial hair, brown in color against the light tan of his flesh.

You will create a child with this man. Not knowing the color of his eyes or the curve of his nose. You will take his cock, his seed, inside you and pray to the Creed that it takes root. That he plants a warrior in your belly to grow and birth.

He swallows a mouthful of the liquid, groaning as he lowers the cup. Allowing the Armorer to take it from him. He reaches for the weapons belt at his hips and unclips it, handing his blaster to the Armorer to hold onto. Entrusting his weapons to her.

Heat flares in your core, feeling the slickness starting to gather between your thighs as the juice starts to work. Biting your lip under your helmet when your fingers start to strip off your gloves to reveal your hands.

Din hisses, his visor fixed on you, standing with his legs braced apart, you can see that his cock is starting to tent the fabric of his flight suit. Magically, assistance appears. Dozens of hands slowly and ceremonially strip the armor from his body and yours. The elders respectfully set aside the beskar, until the two of you are standing bare except for your helmets.

His cock is heavy, stiff as it juts up from his groin and you lick your lips in anticipation. You have taken cocks before, but you are eager to feel him inside you. Pressing your thighs together as he reaches for you.

Din cups your tits, fingers twitching and his moan is breathless under his helmet. Making you wonder when was the last time he touched someone without his gloves on. Seemingly overwhelmed as he rolls your nipples between his fingers and tugs on them to make you gasp his name quietly.

He chuckles, the low sound almost cut off from the modulator. “You chose me, cyar’ika.” He reminds you, teasing and toying with your breasts as the crowd watches silently. Witnessing your coupling. “These tits will nourish our ad. Make them strong and healthy.”

Din normally doesn’t speak much, but now he seems to say everything that rolls through his mind, the jorgon juice lowering his defenses, relaxing him even as it makes him harder than a rock.

“I did.” You nod, reaching out and wrapping your fingers around his length and making him hiss your name, immediately thrusting his hips forward into your grip. “This cock will plant a warrior in my belly and I will grow round with a child.”

The voyeurism of the moment isn’t lost on you. The silence is poignant as heads turn, watching where you both fall to the bed. Witnessing the way that you straddle this mandalorian’s waist and start to sink down on his length, your cunt taking him with a low groan from both of you.

You need a moment, panting softly as he stretches you out, his hands on your hips in a bruising grip. His own sounds come through his modulator and you wish for a moment that you could see his face. To see if it is twisting in pleasure like your own is.

****

“Gon-gonna fill you up.” Din hisses, his hips rocking up with jerky thrusts, pushed deeper inside your tight walls. “Breed you.”

Your eyes roll back, fingers digging into his chest where they are propped. “Yessss.” You whine. “Fill me up. Want it, want you to breed me. Breed me, Din”

“Warriors.” He grunts, bracing his feet on the bed to thrust up harder. His hands pulling your body down. “You’ll give birth to warriors. My warriors.”

Your walls clench down around him, cunt spasming at the gravelly proclamation. It’s what you desperately want. To raise warriors for the survival of your religion. Your head tilts back, chest pushed out to display your tits as you start to cum again. Crying out loudly again, feeling him starting to take over the pace as he rocks his hips up.

Din’s hands hold tight to your waist, his visor fixed on yours and you feel the way that his body is tensing, even as you shake on top of him. He’s about to cum once more. The bed beneath you is soaked in your juices and his cum, both of you sweaty and breathless. He lurches up, rolling you onto your back and he starts to hammer into you. Stealing your ability to cry out as you take his desperate thrusts.

Stiffening, Din roars out a shout, cock twitching against your cervix as he paints your womb with his seed. Cumming in wave after hot wave as he grinds deep, pushing deeper into your body as if to plant it directly into your egg.

This time, hours after the juice has been drunk and your bodies stripped of your armor, you no longer feel the need to continue. Din collapses on top of you, his helmet buried against your neck as he pants breathless. The slow, muted clap of gloved hands starts. One, two, three, on and on as the two of you lay together. If you were to look over his shoulder, you would see one hundred Mandalorians clapping, their applause starting to build in the chamber and ring out through the halls. Hopefully filling all of Mandalore with their hopeful cadence. Gifting you with their wishes that your union will result in warriors to wear beskar and walk The Way.

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22ayla21 · 3 months ago

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hi! could I make a request for Jing yuan x fighter pilot reader? no pressure tho🩵

Maybe reader is from another ship and gets transferred to the Loufu, very confident/badass, and the General finds himself annoyed by their reckless behavior but can’t help being attracted to them.

love your writing so much! your works are always so fun to read <3

The General and the Pilot

It irritated him. The way she looked death in the eye with such audacity. But it also attracted him.

Xianzhou Luofu greeted a new day under a clear sky, reflected in the shimmering domes of aurotechnology. Order was maintained, mechanisms worked flawlessly, and every ship in the air docks fulfilled its purpose. Everything was as it should be.

Until today.

Jing Yuan, one of the seven Arbiters-Generals of the Cloud Knights, possessed impeccable composure. He didn't succumb to emotions, maintained self-control in the most alarming moments, and never allowed external chaos to disturb his inner peace. But watching the newly arrived pilot in the reddish Yaoqing Xianzhou uniform land on Luofu at such speed that even experienced guards turned around in fear, he felt irritation.

The ship, piloted by this woman, entered Luofu's atmosphere at a reckless speed, ignoring prescribed safety protocols. She drove the machine with such audacity, with some kind of reckless challenge, as if deliberately testing his people's patience.

The general stood on the observation platform, hands clasped behind his back, watching this disgrace. As soon as the ship finally came to a halt, shaking the hangar with the blast of overheated engines, she jumped out of the hatch.

Tall, with a defiant glint in her eyes and a stride that spoke louder than any words. Her entire posture screamed of complete self-assurance. She didn't apologize. Didn't even glance at the officers exchanging worried words. Just smirked, as if she knew her maneuvers would cause confusion, and enjoyed it.

Jing Yuan felt a slight pain in his temples.

She was one of those who challenged everything and everyone. Too assertive, too self-confident.

And, even worse, he couldn't deny that she attracted him.

The woman proved herself on Luofu with the same audacity as during her landing. She was an excellent pilot—no one could dispute that. But her approach to combat operations was dangerously aggressive, too bold. Where others followed tactics, she charged headlong. Where his warriors analyzed the situation, she relied on intuition.

Jing Yuan saw how she laughed in the face of danger, how she accepted challenges that others would consider reckless.

And it irritated him.

Because he knew that if her luck ran out one day, the consequences would be catastrophic.

But it also attracted him.

Because he saw in her that spark of life that he himself had long allowed himself to lose.

He watched her movements—light, almost dancing, even in battle. Her confidence, her defiant behavior... All of it was both irritating and mesmerizing.

Jing Yuan was used to people who showed respect for authority, who followed orders. And her? She simply looked him in the eyes with a defiant half-smile, as if questioning everything he said.

He should have reined her in. Explain to her that her methods could cost lives. That he wouldn't tolerate such recklessness in his army.

But every time he was about to do it, he met her gaze—lively, filled with challenge—and realized that saying the right words would be much harder than he anticipated.

She was fire.

And he... he already felt that fire starting to burn him.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan headcanons #jing yuan x you

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the-kr8tor · 2 years ago

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Hobie nurses you back to health.

Feat: the cats

Pairing: Hobie Brown x f!reader / Spider-Punk x f!reader

Word count: 2.2k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, fluff, description of sickness, established relationship.

My Masterlist

A continuation of this fic but you don't need to read it to understand this one.

*I don't consent to having my work translated/ published on other platforms*

Carefully swinging from building to building, Hobie clutches the fragile bag in his hand, careful not to spill a drop of the precious chicken soup from your favourite deli.

Before he left for patrol in the morning, you already felt the sickness crawling in your throat, so much so you didn't kiss Hobie goodbye that morning, in case you got him sick. He didn't want to leave you alone at first, but you insisted that it's probably just hay fever. And you're not alone, you've got your three little gremlins with you to keep you company.

You know that the city needed Spider-Punk more than you needed your boyfriend. That's why Hobie's so adamant in taking care of you now that his patrol is over, and all seems to be quiet around the city. All his attention is now on you, and making you better.

Hobie finally reaches your flat, he perches himself on your fire escape, peeking through your dimly lit bedroom, he sees your folded form buried under a mountain of blankets. Your air purifier puffs out clouds directly at your contorted face. He hates seeing you like this, he should've taken a break in his patrol, if it weren't for this week's villain, he would've had the time to check up on you.

He feels bad leaving you alone in this state.

Hobie opens your window, a gust of much needed fresh air enters your room, an orange glow hits your face directly.

You groan in your bed when the late afternoon sun shines directly at your sensitive eyes; shielding yourself from the light, you turn around lifting the heavy blankets over your head.

Hobie lifts his mask over his head "Hey, I bought you chicken soup" he softly says in case your ears are also sensitive.

" 'm not hungry" your voice muffled by the blankets over your face.

Hobie looks at the discarded bottle of medicine, empty packets of paracetamol, and a moist rag next to your bed. But no dirty plates or glass near you, you haven't eaten anything since he left.

Hobie sits down next to you, before he settles down, he hears a hiss on top of your body.

Crowley opens his bright emerald eyes, the only thing that Hobie sees of the cat; with the dark blankets and dimly lit room, Crowley's fur perfectly camouflages on top of you. The little dark void stands up as if he's challenging Hobie.

"Oi, we're on the same side, I'm gonna take care of her" Hobie scolds the hell spawn.

Your arm reaches out of the mountain of blankets to pet Crowley, calming him down.

Hobie grabs the end of the blanket, pulling it down to see your face. He touches your forehead lightly to feel your temperature. You're hot, dangerously so, even with his glove he still feels the warmth.

"Fuck lovey, you're burning up" Hobie's voice echoes with concern.

"Hmm?" You look at him with your half lidded eyes. "Hey baby, when'd you get here?" You're delirious, you feel like your mouth's full of cotton, hot air comes out of your nose.

"Shit, we need to lower your temperature" he leaves the soup on top of your side table, tissues and bottles fall on the floor to make room for the warm soup.

He leaves briefly to go to your bathroom, filling up your bathtub with cold water. Crowley makes biscuits on your blanket covered chest.

Hobie comes back, seeing the scene in front of him he stops for a moment to take a mental picture of it. He rushes to you flipping your blankets away from you, Hobie sees in his peripheral that Crowley moved away before getting smacked in the face. That's definitely gonna bite him back, literally and figuratively. He'll apologize to him later, right now he needs to get you to your bathtub ASAP.

When the blankets are pulled away from you, a chill runs through you, a second later heat rushes throughout your body. You feel hot and cold at the same time. The fever clouds your mind; you mumble in Hobie's chest as he carries you.

Hobie carefully sits you down on the edge of the tub, he crouches down next to you with a wet rug in his hand. You can hear the loud rush of water behind you.

"Hnng" You cover your sensitive ears, Hobie sees your reaction, he quickly shuts off the tap, concern on his face.

He carefully holds your chin up so you're facing him. "This is gonna be cold, I'm sorry" he dabs the cloth on your forehead, testing your reaction.

You instinctively flinch away from the cold, "oww" Your joints cry out in pain, every muscle in your body protests against the cold rag. But you don't flinch away when he lays the cold rag against your collarbone.

"That's it, lovey, taking it like a champ"

Hobie opens a couple of buttons on your pajama shirt so he could wipe your chest. He hears a mewl from behind him, Crowley sits elegantly on your countertop, eyes judging Hobie.

Hobie looks over his shoulder, "yeah, yeah I'm being careful" He talks to your cat like he understands his meows.

Crowley answers with a louder meow "Yes, I will wipe behind her bloody ears, d' you think you could do any better?" Hobie raises the rag towards Crowley.

Crowley scrunches his nose at the rag, "I didn't think so" Hobie squares off with your cat, Hobie continues to carefully wipe your arms as Crowley stares daggers at his back.

You stare at Hobie curiously, in your state you have no idea if you're just imagining your boyfriend having an argument with your cat.

You hold on to Hobie's strong shoulder, getting his attention. "Are you fighting with Crowley?" You tilt your head questioningly.

Hobie smiles that you're finally aware of your surroundings, "There's my girl," he pecks your sweaty forehead. "He's being a little shit, that's why"

Your eyes widen "you can understand him?! Is that part of your spidey powers?" You shake his shoulder weakly.

"Love," He pinches the bridge of his nose "I don't even know how to answer that" he squeezes out the excess water from the rag to trickle down on your head.

"Ack! Hobie!" You glare daggers at him, mimicking what Crowley might look like behind him.

"Just a little bit of water," he wipes little droplets off your eye lids with his thumb. "How do you feel? Better, yeah?"

You drop your head on his shoulder with a thud, "tired" you sigh, snuggling further into the crook of his neck.

Hobie hugs you, he kisses the side of your head affectionately, rubbing your back he feels your fever sweat through your thin pajama shirt.

You cringe when you feel him tugging up at your drenched shirt, "I'm sorry, I'm such a mess" your voice vibrates against Hobie's skin.

"Don't be, this is nothing compared to what I've seen 'round pubs" he cradles your head, moving stray hairs away from your tacky skin. "I need to change you out of those clothes, yeah?"

"If you wanted to rip my clothes off, you should have said so" you teasingly said with your hoarse voice.

Hobie chuckles at your sense of humor, despite your sickness. "When you're better, I'll do just that"

Lifting your head away from his shoulder, you stare at him lovingly "I better get… better then" fumbling over your words. You give him your sickenly sweet smile.

After a change of clothes, a much needed toothbrush and change of linens; Hobie guides you back to bed, with Crowley following closely behind.

"Good, the soup's still hot"

Recognizing the packaging of the soup, you instantly perk up "Is that from Tom's deli?"

"Yeah, you should have seen old Tom's face when I came in as Spider-Punk" he sits down next to you as you prop yourself up to a sitting position.

"Did he look giddy?" You make grabbing hands towards the tupperware. You feel a little bit better, still feverish though.

"Giddy as a school girl, he even asked for a bloody selfie" Hobie opens the lid, the familiar savory smell wafts through your room, relaxing your muscles.

You giggle at the mental image, "did he get it? The picture with you?"

"Yeah, in exchange he didn't let me pay for it, even though I was shoving him money"

You imagine the entire interaction between the two, both being stubborn as they are, you would pay money to see it.

Hobie takes a spoonful of the soup, blowing on it carefully before he feeds it to you. You don't protest, even though you feel good enough to feed yourself. Hobie's being so sweet and sensitive you let it slide this time.

You haven't seen this side of him before, sure he's always sweet on you, but this? He's been so attentive to your needs and your pain, you can't help but love him even more. You never heard a single complaint or scolding for making him take care of you, just for that you're already thankful for. You feel his love shine through with every caress, and concerned look.

As you swallow the soup, you can't help when a sob breaks through, fat tears slide down your cheeks.

"Shit, was it still hot?" Crowley loudly meows at Hobie, as if to say: what did you do now? Hobie ignores the cat. "Love, are you okay? Where are you hurting?"

You shake your head, "nothing hurts, it's silly, I'm sorry" you wipe your tears with your sleeves as you avoid eye contact.

Hobie puts down the bowl on the nightstand to carefully cup your tear stained cheeks. "Hey, it's not silly, please tell me. Y'know you can tell me anything" his heart hurts with every tear you let out, "if you're not ready to tell me it's okay, just know I'm here, yeah?"

You finally look at him with a brave face, you exhale and finally let it go "I love you" you feel heat behind your eyes, the fever's crawling up again. "So much Hobie Brown, and it's not the fever talking. It's okay if you don't say it back, just wanted you to know"

Saying it loudly for the first time turns your arms and legs into jelly, the three words send shivers down your spine. And yet you stare at him directly, waiting for his reaction.

He feels slightly offended at your last comment, how dare you think he doesn't love you enough to not say it back to you. "You're a bloody idiot"

Your face falls, before you could think of the worst, he kisses you suddenly, it's messy and fast, your teeth clashing with his, you feel his lip ring against your lips. Pulling away first, breathlessness clings to you, if it wasn't for the flu affecting your lungs you would've lasted longer.

Hobie holds your face tenderly "Fuck you for ever thinking that I won't say it back," He swipes at the beads of sweat on your forehead, "Because I've said it a hundred times in my head. I love you" he kisses your tacky cheeks, "I love you," he pecks your nose, you chuckle at his kisses. "I love you," he kisses the corner of your eye "I love you, so fucking much" he confesses.

You let out a sigh of relief, holding the back of his neck as you guide him towards your shoulder, hugging him tightly you feel the roughness of his suit. He sighs into your hug, he feels a heavy weight lifted off his shoulders. You wish you could hold him in your arms forever, protected and loved.

The other two cats trudge in your room nonchalantly. Hobie feels eyes on his back, he cranes his neck to look at Crowley.

Crowley stares at Hobie, he moves his tail from side to side before he curls against himself. While Crumpet and Teacup jump over to your nightstand to smell your soup.

"He's warming up to you" you sniff while caressing his cheek.

"He watched over you, while I was gone. Can't say the same thing to those two though" Hobie moves his head towards the couple sniffing at your food. "Oi bloody leeches, couldn't even bother watching over your sick mum, huh"

Teacup jumps at Hobie's raised voice, while Crumpet's paw wipes at her face. Hobie translates that action to being ashamed from his scolding.

"Yeah, you better be ashamed" Hobie glares at the two cats.

"Stop picking fights with them" you giggle.

He reluctantly pulls away from your warmth, "they deserve a scolding" Hobie grabs the bowl again "now let's get you up and running again, yeah?"

You nod, grinning ear to ear.

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A few weeks later, with Hobie's help you're finally strong enough to go jogging again. After your run, you head towards Tom's deli to grab your usual. To your surprise, you see Spider-Punk and Tom's picture above the stove, Hobie holding your soup in his hand while his free arm hangs over Tom's shoulders,Tom widely smiles making a peace sign. Tom sees you staring at the picture, he skips over to you, telling the story behind the picture while he shows it off, pride coating his voice. Your smile gets bigger with every wild gesture he makes.

A/n: hope you liked it! And yes Crowley is named after Neil Gaiman's Crowley. As always likes and reblogs are appreciated ❤️❤️❤️

*picture above is from pinterest*

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lil-shiro · 3 months ago

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More about Shi Wei (Tie Dou) - F1 Academy Shanghai Wild Card driver

Background Born in Baotou, Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region, Shi Wei graduated from the Journalism Department of Ocean University of China. She holds a number of professional licenses, including the National Automobile Racing License B, Helicopter License, Motorboat License, and PADI Rescue Diver.

In 2018 and started her own business in short video platform, founding Yunshi Media Culture Co. With extreme outdoor sports as the core, she popularized outdoor extreme sports through new media platforms, and gradually accumulated rich experience in racing. She is not an academy driver and started driving when she was already an adult.

From what I've found, she's born in 1997, so ineligible for a full-time F1A seat.

Racing

She made her F4 debut in 2023 during round 2 of the F4 Chinese Championship, joining Vivian Siu as the second woman in the series. She immediately made her mark, scoring a ninth place and two sixth place finishes at Ningbo International Circuit, on her first weekend.

She returned for Round 4 in Zhuhai, where she again scored points in three out of the four races, completing the season with 22 points over just the two rounds, winning the Best Rookie Award.

Shi Wei returned in 2024 for another partial campaign, racing in both the Shanghai rounds. She equalled her best finish with a sixth place at the season opener and returned to the points-paying positions with a ninth place result in Round 4 race 4. She finished 19th out of 45 drivers.

Other racing She also participated in other championships like the Toyota Gazoo Racing GR86 Cup and the China Endurance Championship.

On September 13-15, 2024, Shi Wei won the Challenge Cup at the Shanghai race.

In 2024, she also finished third in the Chinese Formula Grand Prix (CFGP).

Race suit design

Shi Wei designed her suit to incorporate cheongsam elements into the racing suit, embellished with blue and white porcelain patterns.

"I chose Zhou Guanyu's No. 24 for my car number, which is also a kind of inheritance," Shi Wei said‍

By including elements such as auspicious clouds and phoenixes, Shi aims to reflect Chinese femininity and cultural richness while adhering to the competitive requirements of motorsport.

The design team executed four revisions in just three days to achieve a final product that resonates with both heritage and performance.

Shi even humorously noted a desire to incorporate elements from the animated film ‘Ne Zha 2’, indicating her commitment to intertwining pop culture and tradition in her representation.

Sources: 1, 2, 3, 4 Her bilili account

#since that post got popular let's learn more about her #f1 academy #shi wei #f1 academy 2025

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heylorrain · 2 months ago

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Read it on AO3 - or just expand and enjoy :)

w.c: 1,686

“There are other ways to prove your point to this babbling, bumbling, band of baboons, Gaunt, you know that right?” Sebastian murmured, his voice barely audible as he watched his friend confidently stride up to the dueling platform.

“No, there aren’t” Ominis retorted, his words sharp and unyielding.

Professor Hecat sighed before raising her voice to the gathered students, asking who would duel Ominis. But no one batted an eye. The students were a sea of restless glances, their eyes darting everywhere but towards the teacher. They found solace in the dancing leaves of the trees, the drifting clouds in the sky, even the rusted greenhouses nearby.

Ominis stood alone, a solitary figure on the platform, a fresh piece of meat awaiting selection in the butchery. He held his wand with a firm grip, golden locks catching the light as the breeze whispered through them. Despite appearances, he was a formidable duelist, a fact well-known to Sebastian, who had ensured his best friend knew exactly how to predict and defend himself from attacks, especially when it came to dueling.

After a tense pause, a hand shot up decisively among the rigid crowd of students. “I’ll go against him.”

Ominis recognized that voice immediately, a familiar melody in the air. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a thrill coursed through his veins as his blood turned cold with excitement. A smile crept onto his face; his girl was not going to let him stand alone.

Professor Hecat smiled warmly but quickly interjected, “Miss Morgana, wands only, no magic rings, otherwise you’ll have an unfair advantage over—”

“Let her, professor. She’ll need that advantage,” Ominis interrupted with a smirk that danced across his lips, while Lorra raised her eyebrow in a playful challenge.

Professor Hecat nodded in agreement, acknowledging the playful tension. A chorus of “ooouh” erupted from the gathered students, adding an electrifying buzz to the atmosphere.

“Good thing I brought extra Wiggenweld potions” Garreth whispered to Poppy as they maneuvered through the crowd to secure a prime spot in the front row next to Sebastian.

Lorra leapt gracefully onto the dueling stand, her rings materializing with a loud snap of her fingers. Her pointy wand rested securely in the strap on her thigh. She adopted a classic western battling stance, leaning slightly forward, knees bent, with her hand poised above her thigh, ready to draw; unlike Ominis, who stood with his wand in front of his face and a firm stand.

“I want a fair and square duel. Know your limits, Slytherins. I don’t want to expel either of you from my class for the rest of the course” The teacher warned, casting a shimmering protective barrier between the duelists and the students.

Ominis fixed his gaze in Lorra’s direction, his eyes like twin pools of ice-blue determination. The air between them crackled with tension, as he yearned to prove his point. Yet Lorra was equally resolved; she had no intention of making it easy for him.

He wanted a duel? A duel he’ll get.

“Begin!” Professor Hecat finally shouted with excitement.

"Now Lorra, please, duel me like y-"

“ Everte Statum ” Lorra yelled the instant she had the green light.

Unfortunately, Ominis was caught off guard. He was sent hurtling backwards through the air like a rag doll, landing hard on his back with a resounding thud, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs in a painful whoosh.

"Ominis!" Sebastian shouted instinctively as the girl advanced toward the blonde, her wand poised and ready to unleash Depulso upon him.

But Ominis’s reflexes were quicker than a flash. " Decendo !" his wand emitted a dazzling blue light that shot towards the girl. The force of the spell pushed her downwards with a sudden, fierce force. She barely managed to brace herself, thrusting her elbows against her chest to prevent a face-first collision with the platform beneath her.

“TURNS! TAKE TURNS!” Professor Hecat called out at them “Haven't you payed attention to any-“

“ Bombarda! ”

“ Protego, Stupify! ”

Lorra barely dodged the last spell, her heart racing with the thrill of the duel. “-Stupify-!?” She echoed with a grin. “Fine, let’s get dirty then. Glacius ”

The air around Ominis crackled as the ice spell hit, feeling a sudden chill that struck his feet, rooting him to the ground in a frigid grip. The cold crept upward, encasing him in a crystalline cocoon from his feet to just above his knees. “Incendio!”

Lorrain was preparing to launch another spell when the roaring flames surged toward her.

Poppy gasped, her heart leaping into her throat as she feared the worst for her friend, who vanished in the blaze. She and Garreth were on the verge of protesting when Sebastian intervened, halting them with a firm hand. “Professor Hecat will know when to call it out. You two stay put and enjoy this.”

Emerging through the flames, Lorrain stood unscathed and amused, the fire had turned a bright purple upon encountering her enchanted rings. With a confident smile, she retrieved her wand and gracefully twirled her hands in a rolling motion. “ Tornus .”

A fiery tornado spun rapidly between the two students, quickly moving towards Ominis. Fortunately, he had already escaped his icy trap and was prepared to cast Aguamenti . A powerful jet of water struck the tornado, weakening its force but not completely extinguishing it. Thick smoke began to billow in all directions, obscuring Lorra’s vision.

“ Ventus Tria! ” The incantation blew the smoke to the girl's opposite side, and once her sight cleared, she found Ominis’ wand just inches from her nose. " Levioso " He casted, causing Lorra to rise several feet off the ground. She grunted in protest. Ominis was well aware of her dislike for that spell, and she knew he was aware of it.

“Call it quits?” Professor Hecat said, trying to keep the tension alive.

“He wishes” Lorra shouted, forming a triangle with her hands, " Fini— "

" Descendo " Ominis casted before she could complete her spell gestures, causing her to hit the platform. Hard . "Shit. Did I go too far?" Ominis paused for a moment, questioning himself. “Lorra I’m so sorr—”

The other students gasped at his aggressive move against his opponent, who immediately rolled to her side and quickly got on her knees, touching the platform with both hands and stomping forcefully, " Deprimo ."

The platform shattered, bringing Ominis down with it. The blonde lost his balance and fell flat on his face. “There, now we’re even” She purred and stood up, aiming her hands at Ominis, she clenched her fists, while he firmly gripped his wand and swiftly moved it in front of him.

“Waddiwasi! - Protego!”

They both yelled their incantations.

In that instant, all the small pieces of shattered wood flew straight towards Ominis, but his shield was already up, protecting him just in time.

A first-year student, driven by curiosity, approached Sebastian and asked, "Why doesn't she just let him win? I mean, poor guy, he's... you know..." Sebastian turned to the young Ravenclaw with a sidelong glance. "He is just... what?" Sallow asked sharply. "Go on, finish your sentence."

"B-blind?" The kid stammered nervously, realizing his mistake.

Sebastian laughed at the innocent logic. He had thought similarly when he first met Ominis. "Sight is crucial for dueling, but it's not everything. Lorrain is a fierce duelist but gets impatient quickly; she prefers to end duels rapidly." He pointed to the girl, who was visibly growing frustrated. "Honestly, I've never lasted this long against her in a duel. And then there's my brother, right there," He gestured to Ominis, who continued casting spells and taking hits. "He's very patient and strategic with his spell repertoire. Both styles are effective, you know. "

Right after casting Obscuro , a dark blue bandana shot from Ominis’ wand, wrapping tightly around Lorra’s face. She staggered back, pulling it off, but by the time she did, Ominis had vanished, concealed by the Disillusionment charm. For all Lorra knew, he could be anywhere.

Frustrated, she instinctively cast a nonverbal Revelio . The familiar "ding" hung in the air, revealing her opponent’s location: right behind her. Swiftly, she raised her right hand to her chin and yelled “ Accio Vest! ”. Ominis was suddenly pulled in front of her, becoming visible at last.

“You’re disqualified,darling” He declared with a satisfied grin. “My plan worked”

Realizing her mistake, Lorra’s smile faded. She rolled her eyes and used a subtle upward flick of her fingers to perform a nonverbal Levioso on the young Gaunt, lifting him just a few inches off the ground. "Ex-pe-lliar-mus, Oms ," she teased softly, as she slowly took Ominis' wand from his hand. "Technically, I won."

Ominis grinned, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "No, you didn’t, Meva "

"Mr. Gaunt is the winner," announced Professor Hecat as she approached the duelists. A voice among the confused students rose, voicing what everyone was thinking, "What? But he lost! Lorrain took his wand, didn’t she?"

“Non verbal spells aren’t allowed in School Duels, Poppy” Lorrain said with a grimace.

"Understanding your opponent's weaknesses is your greatest advantage, not the number of spells you can memorize," Professor Hecat instructed her class. "What have we learned —yet again— Miss Morgana?" she continued, arms crossed as the class applauded enthusiastically.

"That patience is the most powerful weapon, Miss Hecat," the girl replied, drawing out her words.

"Good, now get Mr. Gaunt down from there, and everyone, stop clapping. She wasn't following the school rules, so there's no reason to celebrate."

Sebastian quickly joined his friends. They had only got a few minor scratches, nothing a quick Episkey couldn't heal. He glimpsed and smiled at them proudly.

"Now that was a duel! I proved everyone wrong," Ominis remarked cheerfully, his voice carrying a note of self pride as Lorrain returned his wand. His smile was radiant and genuine, transforming his entire face and features, lighting them up like sunrise “ And Lorra, thank you, for… you know… not holding back".

Lorra blinked a few times, snapping out of her personal trance after seeing him smile like that. She let out a quiet chuckle "Why would I?".

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👉I wanted to explain how Lorra battles with her rings, and what a better way to do it than with a duel! 👉 She needs to "draw" the pattern of the incantation in order for it to be casted from her rings. 👉 All the spells used are either from the movies, games or books. The only one I invented was "Tornus". Hope it made sense :D !

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #lorrain morgana #hogwarts legacy mc #ominis gaunt fanart #hogwarts legacy fanart #hl mc #artists on tumblr #heylorrainart

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chaepink · 2 years ago

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Chaepink's Kinktober! 𓆩♡𓆪

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 「 🦇 」 ITS SPOOKY SEASON, BABY!

and that means monsters, witches, demons and of course, kinktober!

you'll find some fics centered around halloween while others will be regular yet still spicy works

⸻ all of these will be [ sub!character x dom!reader ]

⸻ i may change some of these in the future + add more when i have more ideas!

⸻ all fics will be tags w/ "#chaepink.kinktober"

⸻ fandoms included: hq, csm, jjk, mha, kny

fics will be posted on each day at 12 PM EST

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WEEK ONE

DAY 1: BITE ME, BABY | midoriya izuku

‎♡ blood kink

DAY 5: HEAT IT UP! | gojo satoru

♡ temperature play

WEEK TWO

DAY 8: 7 MINUTES IN HELL | tanjiro kamado

♡ ruined orgasm & college au

DAY 12: OPEN YOUR MOUTH, PRETTY BOY | zenistsu agatsuma

♡ finger sucking & foot humping

WEEK THREE

DAY 16: CLOUDED WITH LUST | aki hayakawa

♡ sex pollen

DAY 19: SUCH A TEASE | kageyama tobio

♡ cockwarming

WEEK FOUR

DAY 22: PUTTING ON A SHOW! | denki kaminari

♡ voyeurism, sugar baby x sugar mommy relationship

DAY 27: CHALLENGED ACCEPTED | itadori yuji

♡ semi-public sex & exhibitionism kink

DAY 30: A HOUSEHUSBAND'S DUTY | nanami kento

♡ rimming

Total Word Count: 14.8k words

2023 © chaepink. do not repost my work on any platform.

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a-killer-obsession · 1 year ago

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Bite [Killer x Reader]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

Killer pisses you off, and you go on the attack.

CW: violence, bloodplay, femdom, sub!killer, vaginal sex, oral (m recieving), marking, pain kink, praise, restraints,, hate fuck, aftercare

WC: ~4k

Masterlist || A03

The seas were calm today as the Victoria Punk made its way through unfamiliar waters, following the log pose to a new, mysterious island on the Grandline. There wasn't much to do on afternoons like this, chores had already been completed and there was no rush to help with making resupply lists, the next island still being several days away at least, if the wind kept this pace. The air was perfect for sitting out on the deck, the sun not too harsh or hot, but just warm enough to be comfortable, with a cool refreshing breeze that ruffled your hair slightly. It was the perfect opportunity to fill the time with one of your favourite hobbies.

So here you sat, back against the railing as you scribbled in your leather-bound sketchbook, alternating between drawing from life and drawing from memory. You'd been doing this for an hour or so but were growing bored of the subjects you had in front of you, so you recollected yourself to move to a slightly different spot. You made your way up the stairs of the rear cabin, parking yourself on a barrel near the front rail. From here you could see a great deal of the ship, from the main deck stretching out to the front raised platform and the top of the large dinosaur skull that encompassed the bow of the Victoria.

Sat upon the skull you found a new subject, who sat with his scarred side facing you, staring out to the portside to watch a passing group of flying fish as they followed and danced in the rippling waves caused by the movement of the ship. From this angle you had a perfect side profile of him, the silhouette of his mask making a clean cut against the blue, gently clouded sky that was laid out in front of the ship.

Pencil to paper, you diligently worked at sketching him, his grand mane of hair posing a particular challenge that you relished in. You enjoyed capturing the way the light bounced off his helmet, and the texture of his scarred arm. With the values blocked out, you lost yourself in the shading, your tongue poking out just a tiny bit from the corner of your mouth as you rested the lead of your pencil on an angle against the page to cover more surface with a soft layer of graphite. The drawing was coming out well, you were growing quite proud of it in fact, you thought you may even gift him the drawing afterwards if it continued to go this well.

In your focus you didn't even notice him move, nor the way he silently stalked towards you, alerted to your staring by his observation haki. Killer didn't like being watched, and he certainly didn't appreciate you drawing him without permission. It made him uncomfortable to be perceived with such detail, even if the drawing was quite good. It almost made him feel bad for what he was planning to do.

“What are you doing?” His baritone startled you out of your focus and you audibly gasped.

“Uh, I'm uh, drawing,” you stuttered, and held your book up for him to see, “do you like it?”

You were very proud of your drawing, but it was impossible to gauge Killer's reaction past his mask. You hoped his silence was because he was so stunned with your incredible artistic skills. He made it pretty clear what he thought though when he grabbed your sketchbook quite roughly, yanking it from your hands and throwing it off the side of the ship. You rushed to the railing to save it, just in time to watch your precious, very expensive, sketchbook sink under the waves, gone forever.

You gripped the railing hard enough to hear a slight crack as your vision went red. You were a Kid Pirate, so of course not only were you incredibly strong - you also had some serious anger issues. Killer had already started to leave when you turned and rushed at him. He began to scoff, ready for you to yell at him and to bite back at you that drawing was a wasted skill for a pirate if you weren't going to use it for maps. He certainly didn't expect the swift kick to the dick he received instead, nor the kick to the head that followed and knocked him down as you took advantage of him bowing in pain from the first kick. He cursed himself for not expecting or readying himself for physical violence, he should have known better, and in his smug confidence had left himself open for attack.

He fell to the deck on his side, slightly curled in on himself as he grabbed at his sore groin. You'd kicked him pretty fucking hard both times, and he was dizzy from it. Before he had time to recover you jumped on top of him, forcing him to roll to his back and hovering over him with your knees planted either side of his hips. You were still seeing red, instincts guiding you as you unleashed your fury upon him, and right now your instincts were telling you one thing - go for the fucking jugular.

You bent and zeroed in on his exposed neck, sinking your teeth into it till you tasted iron on your tongue. He groaned under you, trying to push you off, but you clamped him with your strong thighs and sunk your teeth in deeper, one hand wound hard through his long hair and pulling at it. You swore you heard him whine as you withdrew your teeth and sunk them in again at a slightly different spot, marking his neck over and over again.

There was a quiet whimper from inside his mask, a sound entirely unexpected from the Massacre Soldier, and it sent electricity straight to your core, triggering a different kind of instinct. You lowered yourself, resting against him while you still straddled him, his hands finding your waist and his hips pressing up against you. Your eyebrows raised as you released his neck from your teeth - his clothed erection made it clear, he was enjoying this.

You growled against his neck, you weren't sure if it was possessive or a warning, running your tongue over the bleeding bite marks along his exposed neck before sinking back in, gentler this time, more playful. You rolled your hips, grinding your clothed core against him, eliciting a deep groan from him as he raised to meet you.

“Fucking hell, what the fuck is happening here?” the captain spoke up beside you. Neither of you had noticed his heavy footsteps approaching, your mind swimming in lust and rage. You looked up at him with a feral growl that sent a shiver down his spine, your eyes almost black with how blown out your pupils were. Killer's blood was dripping down your chin and coating your teeth as you barred them at Kid, his eyes widening at the way you looked right through him like he was nothing. He looked down at Killer, laid out on his back, panting slightly as blood dripped from the many marks you'd made on his neck. It was not often someone got the better of Killer, even less common was letting himself show any hint of lust in a public setting. You were, afterall, both out on the deck for all to see. The first mate tried to move, and you pushed down against him, growling in clear warning.

“Christ, she got you good Killer,” Kid barked out a laugh, “get a fucking room though, you’re getting blood on the deck”

You blinked a little in realisation as you came to your senses. Looking down at Killer you realised how precarious this situation was, but you'd had a taste of power over him, and you didn't feel like giving it up, not while your core ached with need from the hot, heavy encounter. You grinned down at him, and he shivered at the dark look in your eye, before you stood quite suddenly and pulled him up by the front of his shirt. You didn't let go of it as you dragged him, the blue fabric balled tight in your hand. He probably could have fought back, but in his daze he chose not to as you dragged him towards his own room, Kid roaring with laughter behind you as you both disappeared under deck, unbelievably surprised and amused at how you'd tamed his friend.

The door to Killer's cabin was unlocked, as it always was. You'd never been in here but that was the point, nobody dared enter his room, so he had no need to lock it. You pulled him inside, slamming the door shut behind you and locking it before turning back to him. You shoved him backwards towards the bed, sinking your nails into the fabric of his t-shirt and showing off your strength by tearing it open, before giving him a hard shove so he fell back against the bed. His legs still hung over the side, his bare chest heaving as you climbed over him and clamped your hand around his neck, forcing him up further on to the bed as you shifted with him, from the threat of suffocation if he didn't move.

“Stop me any time, Massacre Soldier,” you whispered at the side of his mask before running your tongue shamelessly over the front of it, following the blue stripe that ran up the centre. Killer only groaned in reply, raising his hips off the mattress in a desperate attempt to find friction.

“I don't.. want you… to stop,” he wheezed between heavy breaths.

“No?” You purred, “you gonna be a good boy for me then?” Your teeth ran over his neck where his skin remained sensitive from your earlier bites, making his hips buck. You pressed back down against him, forcing him to still. You were making it clear to him that you were in charge here.

“Y-yes..” he stuttered. You sat up while you still straddled him, untying the light blue sash he wore around his waist and pulling it from underneath him.

“Give me your wrists,” you commanded. He obeyed willingly, holding them together in front of you. You looped the sash around them several times, binding them together, before pulling them up over his head to secure against the headboard. He groaned under you, trying to roll his hips up against you as you hovered slightly to reach the headboard, your breasts hanging above his face. He pulled experimentally at the fastening, you'd bound him tight, probably too tight, but it was purposeful - you hadn't forgotten how mad you were. This was, at its core, a hate fuck, but Killer wasn't in the headspace to deny you. He'd never been bound or dominated by a woman like this before, and it had him in a needy haze. He was ready to get on his knees and worship you, should you ask him to.

Satisfied with your work, your teeth returned to his neck, nipping and sucking, leaving more marks and licking over them. Your mouth made its way further down, leaving a trail of bruises and teeth marks down his chest, over his pecs and abs, rubbing his hardened nipples between your teeth in turn and tugging at them. One hand supported your weight next to him, the other slid down to his groin, still tender from your earlier kick, and you palmed him over his jeans. He groaned as you stroked him teasingly, running your finger over the tip where his precum was beginning to soak through the fabric.

“Mmm, so eager for me,” you mumbled against his chest, “you love me marking you that much baby?”

Killer writhed under you, desperate for more, desperate to be inside your wet heat. His cock throbbed, whether from arousal or pain from earlier, he wasn't sure. Both, probably. You sat up again, taking in the rare delicacy of the dangerous Massacre Soldier, marked up and powerless underneath you, begging for you to do more. You bit your lower lip as you trailed your hands over his torso, feeling the hard, well sculpted muscles, watching him fight against the sash that kept him from touching you. Your deft fingers finally found the closure to his jeans and freed him, his thick cock springing free as he lifted his hips so you could pull down his pants and boxers.

“Look at you, already spilling out for me,” you purred as you ran a fingertip through his precum and spread it over the head, “so desperate for me, such a mess for me”

Killer practically whined as you wrapped a hand around his base and dipped your head to lick a wide stripe along the underside. The headboard threatened to break as you finally took him in your mouth, bobbing your head and stroking what you couldn't take yet of his impressive length. You let him slide further into your throat, breathing through to your nose to repress your gag reflex, taking him deeper and deeper till you could bury your nose in his soft blond pubs. He groaned as you swallowed around him, pulling away and releasing him to take a much needed breath.

“Fuck… please… fuck,” he could barely form a coherent sentence, the way you had him lost in his lust.

“Please what baby?” you purred, still fully dressed as you crawled back over him. You ground your clothed pussy against him while you watched him with a coy smile, his mask tilting back against the bed and his hands tugging at the restraints uselessly. “Use your words, Massacre Soldier”

“Fuck me, please,” he whined, “please”

“Why should I?” You lent over to speak right next to where his ear would be under the mask, your fingers trailing down his torso, your centre raised to deny him any friction. “You really pissed me off, you know? That sketchbook was fucking expensive, and full of some of my best work. Why the fuck would I give you what you want?” you growled, digging your nails into his chest till they broke skin. His chest jolted at the sudden pain, but his dick twitched in response as well.

“I'm sorry… please… I'll replace it,” he tried his best to press up against you, but you continued to hover just out of reach, “please, I'm sorry, please just fuck me, please”

“Mmm…” you mumbled, sitting on his thighs and running a fingertip along his needy cock, “you're so cute when you beg…”

You stood up and stripped your clothes, before straddling him again, this time sitting against his abdomen. You leaned back and spread your legs wide, and his mask lifted and tilted towards you, trying his best to see your naked pussy. It was glistening with arousal and you started to touch yourself, playing with your clit the way you knew you liked best before dipping your fingers inside yourself. He grunted as he watched you play with yourself on top of him, salivating as he caught your scent.

“Is this what you want, Killer?” you dipped a third finger inside yourself, spreading yourself open and removing your fingers occasionally so he could see your hot hole gape. He cursed the damn mask, and the restraints, wishing he could tilt just a little further up, close enough to run his tongue over you and bully it inside your pussy. He wanted to taste your release, feel it coating his chin and soaking his goatee.

“Yes, fuck, please,” he moaned, “please, please”

You dipped your fingers inside yourself, before removing them and sliding down Killer's body. Your slick coated his cock as you thread your glistening fingers under the brim of his mask, till you found his soft lips. He eagerly allowed you access, moaning as he sucked your slick off your fingers and ran his tongue over them. You let them drag back out, running his saliva down the front of his neck, leaving a trail that felt cool as the air breezed over it.

“You've been such a good boy for me,” you purred, your pussy sliding up and down his hard length, “but if you cum without my permission, I will flay you. Do I make myself clear?” You ran your nails down his front, leaving a deep set of scratches to drive home your threat. His body rolled underneath you in response.

“I'll be so good, I promise,” he groaned as he tried his best to roll his hips in just the right way to catch his tip against your entrance, failing each time as you purposely shifted just as he would have had it, “please let me inside you, please”

This time as he rolled his hips, you rolled too, letting his cock catch against you and slide inside. He cried out as his cock buried inside you, and you pushed down, taking his whole length and moaning at the way he stretched and filled you. He was panting hard, doing everything he could to not immediately cum, so worn already from your teasing.

You began your motions, raising and lowering yourself with strong legs, moaning as you used him for your own pleasure. You couldn't care less about what he wanted, you were using him like he was nothing but a toy, existing only for your pleasure, fucking yourself on him so he hit every delicious spot inside you. You admired his body as you fucked him, observing every dark, inflamed mark you'd left on his skin, strings of now drying blood leaving trails over him from some of the deeper marks. Teeth prints and half moons from nails and long, deep scratches. It would take days, maybe even weeks, for some of the marks to heal, and in the meantime everyone would know that this was your doing. You were the one who tamed the first mate of the Kid Pirates, the supernova, the man who was now moaning and writhing underneath you as you took your selfish pleasure from him.

You threw back your head as the dirty thoughts of him belonging to you drove you to your edge, and you ground down hard against him, shaking as you came hard. As soon as your orgasm was done, you pulled off, letting him slip from inside you. He cried out as soon as he felt the cool air on his slick covered cock, his own orgasm having been so, so close.

“NO, fuck, PLEASE,” he cried out as he desperately tried to bury himself back inside you. You almost laughed, he looked so needy and pathetic like this. His cock twitched helplessly and you ran a cruel finger up the sensitive underside before wrapping your hand around the base.

“Beg for it,” you growled.

“Please let me cum, please, please,” he was practically whimpering and it fueled your already massive ego. You wondered how far he'd go, letting him have one slow stroke, before stiling your hand at the end and running your thumb through the pre on his tip.

“Who do you belong to?” You purred, running your thumb in circles as he tried his best to thrust up into your hand.

“You, you, only you, please,” he whined, “please let me cum”

“Do it yourself,” you growled, sliding him back inside you but making no effort to move, “show me how bad you want it”

He wasted no time in planting his feet and driving up into you, fucking you with a messy, furious pace, desperately chasing his high. Your head was thrown back again as you moaned, enjoying his thick cock pistoning inside you.

“Fuck, I'm gonna come again,” you moaned.

“Cum for me, please,” Killer replied between heavy breaths, putting all the strength in his legs in to fucking you as hard as he could without the use of his hands, “cum with me”

“Fuck-” you whined, “Killer-”

You let out a deep, carnal moan as your legs began to shake, and Killer followed suit, his groan long and deep as he finally found his release inside you, doing his best to keep moving despite how oversensitive he was now, trying to be good for you and work you through your orgasm. He finally stopped as you dropped your weight on him, your head slumped against his chest as you both panted.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, catching your breath, before coming back to reality and raising yourself off him. He sighed as you let him slip out of you, his release dripping on to his pubes as you hovered over him to unfasten the restraints. His wrists were red and raw from fighting against them, and you felt a pang of guilt, knowing full well that you'd made them too tight in your anger. You took his hands tenderly and brought them to your mouth, kissing each wrist gently where the marks looked the most painful.

Looking down at the rest of him, more guilt followed, seeing how injured you'd left him. You knew he'd enjoyed it, but many of the wounds had been made in anger, and you felt bad now for marking him so badly over something replaceable. You leaned over him and he made soft, surprised breaths as you kissed down his front, starting at the bites on his neck and working your way down, leaving tender kisses over his wounds.

“Stay here,” you mumbled, sliding off the bed and going to the door you assumed led to his bathroom. He obediently stayed where you left him, still in a daze, confused a little as to what had even transpired.

You went to the toilet and cleaned yourself up quickly, before finding a hand cloth and dampening it with warm water. You returned to the bed, kneeling next to him, pressing the cloth gently to his skin to clean off the blood and sweat, and all the other fluids that had ended up over his torso and thighs. Satisfied with your work, you returned to the bathroom, discarding the cloth in a laundry basket and filling the glass that sat by the sink with water. You noted that there was no straw, which made sense. This was his room, he probably didn't usually wear his mask in here, so no straw was usually required.

You brought the glass to the bed, and he sat up against the headboard as you handed it to him, before turning away to give him privacy. “I won't look,” you assured him, “but you really should drink some water after the amount of blood and sweat you lost”

You heard him make a soft hum, followed by a small metallic click of his mask unlatching and the gulping of water. The mostly empty glass was placed on the side table, and you felt the mattress shift as he moved behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you carefully, his warm chest pressed against your back, his bare face resting in the crook of your shoulder where you still couldn't see him.

“I'm sorry,” he sighed, “I shouldn't have thrown your book in the water like that. I'll get you another, an even nicer one. I'm sorry about your drawings though, I know I can't replace those”

“I'm sorry too,” you admitted, “I know you're self conscious, I should have asked before drawing you”

“You don't have to ask next time,” his breath was leaving hot, damp spots on your skin as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing reassuring circles on your waist, “the drawing was really good, I'd like if you drew me another”

“Yeah?” you perked up, surprised.

“Yeah, I'm sorry for overreacting,” he pressed soft kisses against your neck and you moaned, your head tilting to give him access, “you're so hot when you're angry though”

“Ass,” you pouted, “I'm always hot, you're just blind”

“I'm not blind,” he hummed, “I just… I didn't think you wanted me. Like this I mean.”

“Well then you must be blind,” you hummed, “I've been flirting with you for years, dumbass”

“Oh..”

“Idiot,” you tsked, then quieted as you sat deep in thought. All these years of unrequited feelings, and it turns out he was just oblivious. “Killer… can I see you?”

He was silent for a moment as he thought about it, before finally coming to a resolution, “Only if I can taste you again"

You giggled a little at his words, before eagerly turning in his arms to observe his beautiful face and blue eyes for the first time. He gave you a few moments to look at him, before making good on your side of the deal and capturing your mouth with his, lost to a new wave of need and lust.

#one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #killer x reader #killer one piece #massacre soldier killer

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kaylopolis · 1 year ago

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Alastor's Shadow (18+) - Chapter Twelve

Alastor x F!Reader, Alias: Thestral

Synopsis: There’s a new Overlord in town and it isn’t the Radio Demon. Six years after you fell into Hell, you have finally earned your seat at the table as Pentagram City’s newest and baddest and with the Extermination coming six months earlier than planned, it is now time to implement your ultimate endgame. After all, who doesn’t love a bit of power and chaos? Your plan brings you to the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel as Charlie’s newest Redeemer, but who you find waiting for you will not only turn your entire plan upside down but also challenge your grab for power…

Tag List: Slow burn, rivals to lovers, eventual smut

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Author note: Dear Hoteliers,

SUPRISE, YOU GET TWO CHAPTERS TODAY! Chapter Thirteen is also up! Posted a bit early because I was too excited!

<3 Stay smutty

Chapter Twelve- The Kidnapping

Content Warning: MINORS DNI!!!! (let me know if I missed any!)

“It’s been twenty fuckin' minutes!” Velvette kicked at the air. “How much longer do I have to fuckin' wait!?”

The brat demon’s words echoed throughout the night. Pentagram City waited sixty floors below, V Tower being the tallest building around. The roof and top few floors were newly rebuilt, complete with a penthouse beneath Velvette’s feet and a rooftop designed for entertaining.

Alastor sat tied to a chair, surrounded by a platform that overlooked three sides of the tower. Velvette had wanted a pool, so she got one, along with a hot tub and a poolside bar. It was designed with Sinstagram in mind. Of course, the layout is aesthetically pleasing for one with a proclivity for photos and videos. It also created a great place to stage a kidnapping with numerous installed cameras - courtesy of Voxtek Technologies - that captured every angle.

The brat demon was rearing to go the moment she hit send on the video, including a live link to watch the battle about to go down, but what she didn’t expect was for you to take so damn long!

The demon groaned in his chair.

“Oh, shut it,” Velvette rolled her eyes. Cell phone in hand, the brat had stationed herself in a lounge chair, attempting to appear nonchalant while she waited. At about three minutes passed she double-checked that she actually posted the video. At about five, she was growing impatient. At ten, she could no longer sit still and took to pacing in her new boots - her outfit was meticulously designed for this fight because, of course, it was. At fifteen, she became angry. At about twenty, she was royally pissed off.

“How dare I be made to wait!!” She turned to Alastor, beaten and bruised - the demon hung his head, slipping back and forth from consciousness. “You were supposed to be fuckin' valuable! You…!”

“Angel Detected! Angel Detected! Angel Detected! Angel Detected!” Velvette’s notification screen lit up with alerts.

Voxtek’s Angelic security was now online, and its perimeter expanded out five blocks from V Tower - it was two, but after you attacked, they decided they needed a bit more warning time from incoming threats.

Quickly, Velvette typed out a text before finding her place before Alastor. The Overlord was ready.

In a cloud of black smoke, you came flying down from above, landing in an explosion of shadow. The smoke curled away from your feet, invading the freshly placed tile of the rooftop. It lopped over the edges, across the pool, even going as far as Velvette’s feet before dissipating.

The female Vee took a step back, out of reach of your dark magic. Clutching the knife, she pointed it in your direction, “About fuckin’ time! Do you know how long I have been waiting here!?”

You didn’t respond.

“Well!?”

You didn’t move, continuing to stare down the Overlord with your glowing yellow eyes.

Velvette stomped her foot, “You have nothing to say!?”

More silence.

The demon stomped forward, her arms balled into fists at her sides. With tears in her eyes, she screamed, “You murdered my best friend and destroyed my home for no fuckin' reason, and you have nothing to say to me!?”

Silence as the tension was building. Vox’s cameras zoomed in on you as if waiting for an answer. After a long moment, you held your hand up and…

… started violently coughing?

You bent over at the waist, your hands on your knees as you coughed as hard as you could.

“Holy shit. I’m… I’m… So sorry.” A voice choked out,, little puffs of black smoke escaped the hood as they talked. “I was holding my breath for as long as I could, but the smoke was… too much!”

Velvette took a step back, thoroughly confused- that was not the voice she remembered you having. She grabbed her phone and scanned you using the Soul Scanner app Vox downloaded onto it.

“Lucifer Morningstar,” the lady’s voice read out.

“What!?” She shrieked, taking a step back. The demon flipped to another app and pushed a button.

There was a shriek from behind her.

Velvette spun to find you collapsed on the ground, nearly out of reach of Alastor’s chair. In your leather gear, your silver hair braided back into a twist that reached halfway down your back, the watch Vox had given you morphed. The metal bit into the flesh of your wrist, hooks preventing it from being removed. The metal contraption had delivered an electric shock so powerful, it dropped you where you stood.

Velvette’s gaze shot between you and Lucifer, who had since thrown his hood back so he could breathe.

“Oh, sorry…” Lucifer cringed, eyes red from the smoke.

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(20 minutes earlier)

You resisted the urge to smack your face. “Okay, let’s try this one more time. Fire.” You summoned your flame.

“Fire.” Lucifer did the same.

“Smother.” You clapped your hands together, the flames extinguishing, allowing smoke to pool from between your fingers.

“Smother.” Lucifer did the same, but instead of a wave of smoke, the King produced merely a trickle. “Hey, I got it!” The Angel beamed, jumping up and down like a proud child.

It had only taken like fifty fucking tries but sure… He did it.

“Okay,” you huffed. “Now, do that while you're flying and while you’re standing there. I usually always have a little bit milling about for aesthetic purposes, so if you don’t do it, it'll be weird.”

“Right, and no talking?” He frowned a little.

“No talking.”

“But I have such good comebacks prepared,” the King pouted.

“No.” You handed him your cloak. “Keep the hood up; she doesn’t know it’s you, so she won’t be able to see under the cloak at any point in time.”

Lucifer threw the black fabric around his neck, tying the strings together. “You don’t ever suffocate in this?”

You looked at him dumb. “Smoke is heavy. It naturally wants to flow down and away. Let it do its thing, and you’ll be fine.”

The King pulled the hood up, “And no talking?” He prodded again.

“The second you open your mouth, Velvette will know it’s not me. Just stay quiet till I can get to Alastor, okay?”

“Fine!” The King whined.

God, you did not miss his childlike attitude. Okay, moving on, “Angel, what ya’ got for me?”

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(Now)

Move!

You forced yourself to your feet, scrambling for Alastor. While Lucifer distracted Velvette, you were to sneak in from the other direction and attempt to untie Alastor before she noticed. You tried, before you left the safety of your hiding place, to use the connection you fostered with Alastor to somehow send him some of your energy - if that's even how this connection worked. The demon tried something similar with you the day you couldn't eat anything. He came scrambling home and used his magic to calm the bubbles in your chest and infuse your blood with life. It worked then, but it wasn't working now.

Alastor remained slumped forward in the chair, his face unreadable as you tried to reach out. You released a tentacle of magic from your core, but when it slithered over to the Radio Demon, it couldn't feel him. He was still breathing, still moving, but his magic felt absent.

Which terrified you.

If you could just get to him, maybe you could forcefully push some of your magic into him. Actually, you didn’t even need to get that far, you just needed to reach Rolf, you just needed to reach his shadow.

Mere steps from Alastor, Velvette hit the button on her phone, sending a wave of electricity rocking through your body. You dropped like a stone, hitting the tile with a smack, your cheek cracking open on impact.

The female Vee spun, preparing to take on Lucifer, but the Angel had fled, leaving your black cloak in a pile on the ground where he once stood. You were on your own.

“There you are!” She cackled. The female Vee kneeled beside you, your body refusing to move as the electricity slowly ran its course.

Goddammit, the wound on your torso burned.

“Awww,” She pouted. “Little Thestral finally came out to play.”

Fuck.

“What? Didn’t think we’d figure it out? Ha!” She cackled. “Remember this?” The demon scanned your face with her camera.

The woman’s voice rang out, “Unknown.”

A memory surfaced of you and the remaining Vees battling it out at the base of V Tower. Vox scanned you during the fight, just as he had during your date. Both times, the woman called you “Unknown.”

Vox and Velvette have known it was you for weeks. Vox knew it was you today when he came to visit the Hotel and even when he was getting updates from Charlie. That’s why he wasn’t mad about you disappearing. That’s why he approached you again. He wasn’t apologizing. He was tricking you to get the watch on your wrist.

The Vees knew and were probably stalking you for weeks. Hence why they’ve been so quiet. They’ve been lying in wait, watching, waiting to see where your weaknesses lie.

And they found it: Alastor.

You knew the Radio Demon wasn’t sloppy. He didn’t make mistakes, and he didn’t miss any of the bystanders who saw the fight go down that day. What he wasn’t expecting - what neither of you was expecting - was Velvette and Vox being smart.

“Fuck you,” you gritted, your jaw stiff and tongue heavy. You spat, temporarily blinding Velvette with spit, and then punched her right in the nose. The demon fell back, blood spraying from her face, as you clumsily attempted to go for Alastor once more.

If you could just touch him…

“AH!” You jumped as another wave of electricity ran up your arm. Your body went stiff as you collapsed and landed THROUGH Alastor.

And then the demon DISAPPEARED.

“Ha, ha!” Velvette cackled, her finger still on the button as you convulsed at her feet. Fuck, your jaw clenched so tightly that a molar cracked. Your eyes threatened to roll back into your head before Velvette finally let you go.

What the fuck was going on?

“Did you like that? My idea, actually.” She clicked a button, and the image of Alastor reappeared next to you.

The demon was in the same position - his head slumped forward, his hair covering his face. He barely moved save for a moan here and there and the occasional rise of his chest to show he was breathing.

“You can’t capture Alastor’s image. He’s made that bloody impossible. So why not re-create him?”

You noticed the twitch in Alastor’s form then - it was a hologram. No wonder your magic didn't connect with anything. Nothing was there but light manipulated to look like Alastor.

If he wasn't here, then...

“Where is he?” You demanded, your words slurring with the effort it took to move your mouth. The last hit was harder than the one before, compounding on top of the other to create greater damage than one shock could do alone.

Velvette checked her phone screen, “Dead.”

You didn’t even humor her with a fake laugh or a dumb look. “Don’t give me the bullshit, Velvette. Where is he?” Life came back to your fingers, their movement stiff and constrained. You forced them to move, hoping it would speed up the process somehow.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” Velvette stood.

“Aww, do you really think I’m pretty?” You gritted.

Velvette considered the thought. “Well, the black dress didn't make me want to barf..."

You rolled your eyes. "Thanks..."

Spinning, Velvette called out, “Crim!"

Wait, Crim?

No one answered.

Velvette looked confused. “Crim!” She called out again, but nothing happened.

“Where the fuck did he…”

“Change of plans. Sweetheart,” Angel appeared at the edge of the landing above you, a giant piece of metal in hand. It kind of looked like a futuristic looking… bazooka? The spider demon kicked a tied and gagged Crim to the edge of the railing.

Hell, yes.

Velvette jumped back, putting ample space between you. You took the opportunity to force life into your body, attempting to push yourself into a seated position.

“The bad boys are tied up,” Nifty poked her head out from behind the bar, dragging a shark demon out into the open by his fin.

“Sorry!” Charlie and Vaggie appeared from behind the hot tub. Characteristically, the Princess apologized as a shark demon fell over, smacking his face against the tile.

DING! Husk and Pentious appeared in the elevator, kicking three sharks to their knees, guns aimed at the back of their heads - Carmilla Carmine weapons.

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(15 minutes ago)

“Angel, what ya’ got for me?” You trudged over to the spider demon, who had a hodgepodge of handwritten notes before him.

“Confirmed with Odette, Velvette ain’t just using Crim as a third party to buy the weapons, she hired ‘em, like you suspected.” Angel ran his hands over his notes as he talked. “But get this, she ain’t just buying guns, she’s goin’ afta big stuff.”

Angel handed you a paper. “An electric bazooka?” You scrunched your nose in confusion.

Carmilla never told you about anything like this.

“Vox apparently hired some of their engineers, been workin' on it for a while.” Angel crossed his arms and leaned back against the bar. "We’re walkin' into a trap."

“So, we just bluff,” Husk appeared behind the bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

“What?” You ask, grabbing the whiskey in his hand and trading it for water.

Husk stares you down but ultimately accepts the change without a fight. “Bluff, like in Poker,” He takes a swig. “Play like you got a good hand, even when you got a shit one. Make the other person fold before you lose and take the pot. It’s basic card skills.”

“Huh,” you thought, “that actually might work.”

“Hmm,” Angel pondered. “Ambush the ambush. Sounds kinda hot!”

Husk rolled his eyes.

“Lucifer!” You yelled. The King jumped, clearly in deep conversation with Vaggie. “I have another idea.”

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(Now)

“Fuck yeah!” Lucifer flew over the edge of the building and dropped a pile of gang members onto the tile roof. “You just got fucked!”

“Dad!” Charlie groaned. “It’s ‘fucked up.”

“Oh…” He cringed.

Velvette’s team was surrounded.

You knew it was only a matter of time before Velvette figured out it wasn’t you beneath the cloak. So, if you somehow got caught while Lucifer was distracting Velvette, he was to sneak away and help Husk fly the rest of the team to the top few floors. Quietly and quickly, they’d take out the Crimson Mafia gang - thus ambushing the ambushers. All while you made it seem like Velvette had you right where she wanted you.

Ignoring the pain in your torso, you pushed yourself to your feet. Your newly healed muscles screamed.

“It was over before it even started, Velvette. Now, where’s Alastor?” You demanded.

“No!” She screamed. “It isn’t over.” She swiped something on her phone. “I had wanted to take my time killing you, but this will have to do.”

Fuck, she was going to electrocute you to death.

“No!” Charlie screamed.

BOOM!

In a panic, Angel did what anyone in his position would have done: he aimed the cannon and fired. A ball of electricity, larger than yourself, erupted from the barrel and was headed straight for Velvette.

BEEP! BUZZ! BEEP! BUZZ!

The watch around your wrist vibrated. And, because Vox had accounted for this, the projectile changed direction and headed straight for you. You had moments to dodge before it exploded beneath your feet, flinging you backward into the bar. Bottles of alcohol exploded, glass dug into your skin, and wood splintered around you as you smashed through the structure and went rolling toward the edge of the building.

The rooftop plunged into chaos as the Crimson mafia gang took the opportunity to fight back. The world was a blur as you came to a stop, your mind spinning, your body stiff and immovable as your muscles convulsed. You must have bit your tongue because your mouth tasted of iron.

“Ah!” Velvette screamed. The demon jumped atop you as the sound of bullets filled the air. “Fuckin’ bitch!” She pulled out the knife, preparing to slash your throat.

But Nifty was faster. The small demon jumped atop Velvette’s hair and pulled. “Bad girl!” She screamed.

The demon fell off you as the two of them tossled.

Move! You need to move! You flooded your veins with magic but the fire did not burn life back into your body.

Fuck.

Think. Think. Think! If not fire, then… Wait!

"…shut down the whole grid!" Angel's words echoed in your mind. "All of Pentagram City was plunged into fuckin' darkness!"

If this technology was partially developed by Vox, maybe it had some similarities to his magic system?

An idea popped into your head. One that smelled of rain after a storm. One that felt humid like the deep bayou under a sky of stars. One that tasted of jambalaya and sounded of dirty jazz in a busy dance club…

Digging down deep, you grabbed that connection and pulled. Green static erupted over your skin, loosening your muscles and lessening the convulsions overtaking your body.

It was working!

You pulled harder, allowing the magic to explode from within you. The static breathed new life into your body, even going as far as stitching your healing muscles into strong fiber throughout your torso. You soon found yourself able to move, your body in even better health than before Velvette gutted you weeks ago. Moving onto your hands and knees, you sucked down a mouthful of air, your body finally your own again.

Jesus H. Christ, do not get hit by another one of those!

Nifty managed to get ahold of Velvette’s phone and tossed it over the side.

“No!” The demon crawled to the edge, screaming in vain as the cell phone plunged to the streets below.

You grabbed the Overlord by the collar of her shirt and lugged her to her feet. Your yellow eyes shined as the green magic enveloped your form. You could see the confusion in Velvette’s eyes, confusion at the control you now had over the magic which didn’t belong to you.

“Tell me or the next thing that drops sixty stories is you,” you could feel the power boiling, Alastor’s magic festering.

His magic was angry and so were you.

“You wouldn’t dare, bitch,” Velvette dug her nails into your forearm, her nails piercing your skin where the leather was thinnest.

“Try me,” the magic surged, pulsed as if fueled by the anger.

At the other end of the line you felt something push back, like a surge of magic calling out to you. While Velvette considered her options, you pushed back and felt something similar to a door open.

A heart beat. A breath. It was Alastor calling out to you in the same way you had tried to do before you left the Hotel for V Tower.

He was alive and he was angry. You might not know where he was, but he felt okay physically. Just extremely pissed off.

Good.

The static boiled, growing in power as a green aura emanated from you. You felt the shadows beneath your feet move, swirling about your ankles in anticipation of the murder you were about to commit.

“Velvette,” you garnered her attention, your voice almost sounding static-y, “last chance,” you swung her body over the edge, her feet dangling off the roof.

The fight behind her eyes shifted, “No.” she smiled.

CLICK!

You didn’t have to turn around to know the barrel end of a gun was pressed to the back of your head. You didn’t have to look to know it was Crim who wielded it.

“Put the boss lady down, gently,” the Mafia Boss commanded.

The static sizzled across your skin as you felt your demon form break through. Horns grew from your head, a sharp tail uncurled from your backside, and the sclera of your eyes turned red.

The fangs in your mouth sharpened as you smiled. You had a better idea.

You tackled Velvette around the middle and jumped.

You summoned your wings as you fell, but unlike the last time you found yourself falling from this building, you didn’t aim for the cement. Instead, you pulled up at the last second - much to Velvette’s terror - and threw the Overlord onto the ground. Not enough to break anything, but enough to rough her up a bit.

You needed Velvette alive and put together long enough to give you the information you needed - for now.

Spinning, you prepared to ascend the Tower to solve your little Crim problem when two large booms echoed throughout the streets.

Someone had fired two shots, honed in for your bracelet. If you were a gambling Angel you’d put your money on Crim.

Velvette cackled as you took flight, aiming for Heaven’s Clocktower. You watched the two balls of electricity bank as you turned, following you in circles about the plaza.

Shit, these things could maneuver… but how well?

You got an idea.

The Entertainment District had the largest buildings in town and as such you often found yourself flying through what felt like a maze night after night. It was the perfect place to lose the two missiles on your tail.

The first one was easy to lose. Heading from the Clocktower, you aimed for the first large building you came across. Banking hard right, you cut the turn so sharp your wing brushed the glass of the building. Taking a complete 180• turn, you headed right back for the Clocktower as the first ball exploded into the side of the glass building.

Shards rained down like acid behind you, showering the streets below.

The second one wasn’t so easily deterred, almost as if it had learned from the first. It didn’t sit as closely on your tail, and thus had more time to maneuver as you took the turns.

Soon it became obvious, the thing wasn’t going to quit. Fuck. You were hyperventilating, your face drenched in sweat, your wings cramping with the effort. You hadn’t flown in battle in what…? Since before the Age of Man? Your skit with the Leviathans maybe… at least your torso was holding up. Whatever Alastor’s static had done, it healed you, leaving behind nothing but a scar.

Fuck, what to do what to do!?

You craned your neck over your wing to catch a glimpse of the ball of blue electricity and that’s when you noticed the trail of green static following you across the sky. The sparks danced over your feathers and dissipated as they fell, like the trail on a shooting star. It was beautiful.

Alastor’s magic: the one person Vox’s electricity couldn’t take down.

Shit. Okay. Flight wasn’t working, so maybe it was time for fight.

You dug across the connection, throwing open the door to find an entire well of magic you didn’t know was there. Yet this magic was warm - familiar. It tasted of rye in your mouth, wrapped you in a cocoon of protection like a small babe… You took hold of this magic and used it to fuel the static drifting off your wings.

You had one shot at this, better make it count.

You soared skyward, till you were higher than V Tower. Then you fell. You spun so the ball of electricity was in front of you, your back to Pentagram City below. Grabbing hold of Alastor’s magic, you created a ball of magic of your own, composed entirely of Alastor’s static.

Then you threw it forward. It collided with the ball of blue energy and exploded in the sky, raining down blue and green sparks across Pentagram City below.

“Yes!” You cheered, safely making your way to the ground. You landed on the edge of Cannibal Town and the Entertainment District.

“Holy shit, that actually worked!” You laughed in disbelief. “Now for this piece of shit.” You concentrated the magic in your wrist and fried the watch. “Fuck you, Vox!” You ripped the watch off, gritting in pain as the hooks sliced through your skin.

The metal fell to the ground with a thud. Alastor’s static concentrated on your wrist, the green dancing across your wound. You watched the skin restitch itself and settle into a set of fresh scars.

Was this Alastor’s doing or some sort of acceleration of your blood’s natural healing abilities? Did Alastor’s magic amplify it somehow?

So many questions… Hopefully Alastor had answers because you didn’t even know where to begin. Sharing his magic…? What did that mean?

“Oh - !” There was a tug behind your navel so strong it knocked you back a step.

What the fuck was that?

Another tug, this one even stronger. You braced yourself as orange and mint flooded your nostrils.

The third tug knocked you onto your ass, but it was the feeling the card gave you that finally helped you to understand - Alastor was using his obsidian calling card to summon you and he had used his own blood.

Which meant two things: 1. Alastor was desperate and 2. You knew where to find him.

Without so much a second thought you took off heading for the Entertainment District.

You landed at the base of V Tower the same moment a blur of black and blue went whizzing past you. Briefly, you registered the flying blurb as Vox - no, wait, he wasn’t flying. Vox had been thrown.

The media demon slammed into a bloodied Velvette, the two of them flying across the cement before coming to a stop in a pile of blood, broken bones, and wire.

Before you had a chance to register what was happening, a portal opened up about twenty feet away from you. The Hotel team came flooding out, weapons raised, prepared for a fight, but paused at the sight behind you.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Alastor?” You breathed, your entire body going rigid as you turned and…

A body slammed into you, warm and familiar. Alastor threaded his fingers through your hair, the other coming to rest at your back as he pulled you into him. His lips came crashing down on yours before you got a proper look at the demon.

It took your mind a moment to register that Alastor was kissing you, a moment before you were up on your toes, your arms around his neck, your body melting into him.

God, he tasted like blood and rye. His scent woeing you in a sea of iron and rain. Alastor was a wall of steel, holding you so fiercely - as if you might disappear in his arms.

The shadows about his feet danced - Rolf was okay too.

The demon came up for air, but he didn’t back away. Alastor kept his forehead on yours, his grip tightening around you, as he spoke, “Mon couer.”

My heart.

He didn’t have to say anything more. You understood. You were a perfect mirror image to the things he had been feeling and to the relief you both now expressed.

He was okay. Alastor was okay.

“What happened?” Was all you could manage to say before your voice broke and the ugly tears fell. “I thought they had you. I thought…”

“Shhhh,” Alastor shushed, using his thumb to wipe away the water from your cheek. “I know.”

“Velvette was going to…”

“I understand,” he kissed your forehead.

“I didn’t know what else to do...” You choked. You grabbed onto the lapels of his now destroyed jacket. “Please, Alastor… Don’t leave me.”

The demon smiled softly, your face in his hands, “Never again.”

He embraced you, his chin resting on the top of your head as he held you.

Charlie approached you slowly, hesitant to ruin the moment but also so, so worried. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.

“Perfectly fine, Princess. Seems Vox found it pertinent to occupy my time in the Doomsday District.”

A memory flashed in your mind…

“Well hello there little pet, where’s your master?”

“Like Hell I would tell you anything!”

“So he’s still making chaos in the Doomsday District then? That answers that question…”

Fucking Vox.

“Is she okay?” Charlie asked. You could hear the emotion in her voice.

The demon smiled into your hair.

Then, Alastor did something that would shock you for years to come, he opened an arm and invited her in. The Princess wrapped her arms around the two of you and soon, so did the rest of the Hotel Natives - minus Lucifer. The King had been standing there dumbfounded the moment Alastor kissed you.

Wow, he really did not like him.

“This isn’t over!” Vox yelled. He was bloodied and bruised, as was Velvette who was helping him limp over to your little cuddle fest.

Alastor had some fun while you were fighting the electricity across Pentagram City.

“Hmmm,” Alastor hummed. The group disbanded, taking a step behind you and the Overlord. “That is where you are wrong, old pal.”

The Radio Demon persona slammed back into place. He summoned his cane and twirled, before resting his hands atop it. Although he was in complete disarray, there was still an elegance which he held that Vox did not.

You made a mental note of the lack of shark demons coming to the Overlords’ rescue. Crim probably realized they were losing and hightailed it out of there. No worries, you’d pay the imp a visit later…

“Kill them?” You asked Alastor.

Alastor’s eyes lit up in amusement. “Oh, no! No, death is too good for them. The punishment is far more fun if they have to live with their humiliation.” The demon smiled, his lips curling at the edge.

“So then,” You looked to Alastor for permission. You wanted to show off for him, if he’d let you. “Unplug him?”

The demon tipped his head back and laughed, “After you, mon couer.”

You took a step forward and summoned Alastor’s magic. Green waves of static licked your form as you dug deep into that well.

“Hey, Vox,” you smiled.

The demon stopped, his eyes bouncing from yours to Alastor’s. The demon’s screen glitched. “You're dating him now!?”

You rolled your eyes, “Vox, we never dated. We went on one date and it was horrible.”

Another glitch. “What!?”

“Are you two seriously going to talk about this now?” Velvette groaned.

“I was miserable. You’re a lousy date.” He was buffering, his screen going staticy as you felt Alastor’s magic reacting to Vox’s weaknesses.

“And, you’re a terrible kisser,” you smiled.

Vox shoved off Velvette and took a few wobbly steps forward. You were pretty sure his ankle was broken. “Now listen here, you little…”

“Uh-ah-ah!” You tutted. “I wasn’t done.” You closed the gap, and leaned in to whisper something in Vox’s ear.

The media demon exploded, his screen shifting from lost signal to his face to static to random colors. He fell backward into Velvette, who barely managed to catch him.

The cameras around you exploded, light bulbs popped, and storefront windows cracked.

And soon, the entirety of Pentagram City was plunged into darkness.

“Rolf,” you summoned the shadow. “Will you please take out the trash?”

The shadow smiled at you, his horns curling, before he whisked Velvette and a short-circuiting Vox off into the night.

And it was finally over.

Alastor came up behind you and ran his hand through the static - it tickled, actually. The demon was absolutely mesmerized. “You are beautiful in red, mon couer,” He cupped your chin, his thumb running across your lower lip. “But green suits you far better than I could have ever imagined.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I told him…”

Alastor used his thumb to stop your lips, his eyes darkening. “I know what you said.”

Rolf swirled at your feet. The little snoop was eavesdropping.

Your face turned red. “Vox got a little close on our date. Not my fault that I could feel everything.”

Vox was all over you when he kissed you… It wasn’t for very long, but it was enough to know…

“Is it true?” Alastor’s eyes couldn’t leave your lips, his mind transfixed on their shape, their feel, the way they moved when you talked.

Ha! There’s the narcissist in him.

“Yes, Alastor,” you smirked. “You are much bigger.”

The static pulsed, reacting to the delight spreading across Alastor’s face, but you forced it down, forced the magic back behind its door. Now was not the time nor the place to get carried away. Especially considering you practically leveled a building the last time you and Alastor... got into it.

Actually, now was time for something else - a conversation you were dreading.

“Alastor,” you collected his hand in yours, “I need… I want to tell you everything.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up first, shall we?” Alastor smiled, holding out his elbow for you to take.

The demon wasn’t done with your previous conversation. “I want to hear more about what you think of me.” He smirked, his grin lopsided. That look always meant trouble. “And perhaps discover how you look dressed only in my static.”

Jesus… Did you - via standing up to Vox using Alastor’s magic and utterly humiliating the media demon - inadvertently turn Alastor on? You sniffed. Vanilla, Alastor smelled of warm vanilla… Your face was pink before, but now it was bright red.

This was an opportunity you were not going to let slip away. You wrapped your arm in his…

“Mikaela?” Lucifer took a step forward interrupting the moment.

Your entire body went still.

“Is that you…?” He asked. Lucifer looked as if someone had murdered a puppy in front of him.

Shit.

Vaggie did a double take, “Wait. Mikaela as in Mikaela Morningstar, the Archangel?”

You looked down. Your arm. Velvette scratched your arm - she cut the rune Stolas drew onto your arm!

Slowly, you turned to face Lucifer - your brother. The Angel took a few steps forward, his confusion turning to hurt.

“Mikaela.” He frowned. There was so much sadness reflected in those eyes it made your throat swell with emotion.

“Lulu, I’m so sorry,” your voice broke.

“Wait, hold up.” Angel raised an arm. “When yous told me ya were a head honcho in Heaven, I just figured you were an Angel manager or some shit, but the General of God’s armies? That doesn’t make any sense. I thought Michael was a dude?”

“No,” Charlie stepped in, her face one of disbelief. She’s never technically met any of her father’s family and yet here you were all along. “Humans changed it.”

“Changed it?” Angel shook his head. “How do you fuckin’ change the fact that he is a she!?”

“Humans are patriarchal assholes,” Vaggie butted in, one arm wrapped around Charlie - whether to hold her back or comfort her, you didn’t know. Either way, the Ex-Exorcist was thoroughly irritated. “Can’t handle a woman being in a position of power, not to mention a warrior - the fucking warrior.”

“Oh, yeah, that makes sense,” Angel agreed.

“What are you doing here?” Lucifer asked. The King didn’t dare step closer. If anything, he moved in front of Charlie.

Did he think you were going to hurt her? You would never!

“Dad…” Your voice broke just by saying his name. “... sent me to Earth to take care of something. It went… wrong.”

Fuck how do you explain!?

“I couldn’t - can’t - go back.” You corrected yourself. Your eyes flit between him and Charlie. “I am not here to hurt her.” Your vision blurred with silent tears. “I would never hurt her, Lulu.”

Your brother’s face changed, his eyes hardening. He stood at his full height, an arm held out to prevent Charlie from stepping forward or say anything.

“You can smell deceit.” You both could - family trait. “You know I’m not lying.”

Lucifer swallowed dryly, but he didn’t say anything. His gaze fell to his feet, the gears behind his eyes turning. He was deciding what to do about you.

“I had nowhere else to go.” You continued.

“Dad?” Charlie tested the waters.

“Don’t, Charlie,” He snapped. “Just don’t.” The Angel, unsure of how exactly to react, how to think, or how to feel about you, turned and started walking away.

Your heart broke at the sight of him walking down the street alone, abandoning you, just as you abandoned him. You took a step forward to go after him, but Charlie beat you to it.

“Dad!” She called out as she ran after him. The two of them disappeared around the corner, heading for the Hotel.

You looked to the group, but their eyes were on Alastor as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “If you’ll excuse us. I believe Mikaela and I have some catching up to do.”

Fuck.

Husk shot you a look, his eyes asking if he should say something, if he should step in - ever the protective father figure that he was. You shook your head and let Rolf shadow you away.

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“Are you okay?” The demon asked as you appeared in the Nothing. Pentagram City was a dot in the distance, a glowing presence on the edge of a sea of black dirt.

You wrapped your arms around your middle, attempting to metaphorically and physically keep yourself together.

Fuck, you didn’t care about how you were doing. You cared about how Lucifer was doing. The way he just walked away like that… He turned his back on you just as you did him. God, how could you live with yourself?

“Sit,” Alastor commanded, his voice oddly absent of static. He summoned a chair from the Void and forced you into it, pushing down on your shoulders.

You were numb - that was the best way to explain it. Your body and feelings were numb.

Alastor knelt before you, one hand on your knee as he attempted to catch your eye. You couldn’t help but draw a parallel to the memory you shared on the balcony after you were injured. He attempted to comfort you then just as he was now, but the difference was he held so many questions in his gaze.

No more running.

“It’s a long story,” you scoffed, still in disbelief.

Alastor’s face remained neutral, his emotions unreadable. “I have all the time in the world.”

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