#demon spawn is exactly right

[dc-and-damirae]

john constantine: It has come to my attention that one of you bloody hell spawns is dating my kid. teen titans: *confused* YOU HAVE A CHILD! john: When I figure out who is dating my adorable gremlin. It is on fucking sight. damian: *to himself * shitshitshitimsofuckingdeadshitshitshit

[nerdie-faerie]

Shout out to little brothers that always know exactly how to rile you up without even trying

[danveration]

I have a Alastor × fem!reader request. Imma be real with you, I own an Alastor stuffie and for the longest time I wondered, 'What if it morphed into the actual Alastor while I cuddled it?". I know, odd but I think it could possibly be a cute idea? (in the verse Hazbin is still a show, this fic takes place irl)

OH MT GOSH I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCHHH!!! i’ve got to get me an Alastor stuffie too.. If only this would happen irl 💔❤️❤️ i hope this is what you wanted/had in mind :’)

Parings: Alastor x fem!reader

Summary: You have a Alastor stuffie and you cuddle it. And it…. turns into the real Alastor?!?!

You have a favourite character from the show Hazbin Hotel, by favourite, you mean FAVOURITE. His name is Alastor, the radio demon. You’ve had a stuffie of him for the longest time, it’s always brought you comfort and it felt good to have a sort of physical version of him. Plus, it’s so cute:)

You’re currently sitting in bed, when you grab your Alastor stuffed animal and hug it. Shockingly, you feel it sort of vibrating. You look down at it and see that there’s shadowy smoke coming from it. You gasp and let go of it.

You’re wondering what on earth is going on, when something that you would’ve NEVER thought to happen, it morphed into THE Alastor from the show.

You think you’re dreaming so you do what everyone does, pinch yourself.

“Shit.” You mumble. Definitely not sleeping, that hurt like a bitch.

You look to your side and you see him laying there, looking confused, but smiling.

He looks around and his eyes land on you.

You’re sitting there in shock, unable to say anything.

Alastor hasn’t ever had this happen to him before, where he unwillingly got teleported. He usually just teleports using his shadow magic. He’s very puzzled on what happened.

As he looks to see you, you’re most obviously alive, and human. He doesn’t know anyone in hell that looks like you, and he knows almost everyone. Is he.. back on earth?

You two are just staring at each other in equal confusion.

He looks over you and sees a “Hazbin Hotel” poster on the wall and raises his brow in confusion even more.

“Who might you be?” He asks.

Your brain is short-circuiting but you manage to stumble out you name. “I-I’m Y/n.”

“I see.. now do you have any idea what I’m doing here?” He asks you.

“No, I don’t.” You shake your head. “I was just cuddling my stuffie of y-“ You stop yourself and refrain from telling him exactly who the stuffie was resembling.

“..Of something. And you just.. appeared!” You say.

“Hm. Now that’s quite the mystery then, isn’t it?” He says. “Well, it’s lovely to meet you then, Y/n. Though the circumstances are quite outlandish. The name is-“

“Alastor.” You whisper out, still in a state of:“wowmyfavoritecharacterfromatvshowjustappearedinmybed.”

Alastor tilts his head and says with confusion in his voice, “Precisely..”

He moves to get up off your bed and stand up, looking around your room. He notices a picture of him on your dresser and he looks back at you with a raised brow.

“Um.. I can explain-“ You start. “You’re not.. real. Well, you’re real because you’re here right now but- You.. You’re not real in this world. Um.. You-“ You ramble on and he stops you.

“I understand.” He says with a smile.

“You.. understand?”

“Ah, yes! I am the radio demon after all. I must be aware that other universes exist. It seems something happened and I was quite literally spawned here.” He explains. “Usually I’ve only heard this happening if it was a vessel of the person, like.. let’s say.. a statue. But it seems there’s no statue of myself in this room?” He laughs.

This makes some sense now. The stuffie must apply to these rules.

“Oh um. I think I know what happened..” You say.

He stares at you, eyes narrowing. “Well?”

“So um.. I have a stuffied animal of you.” You say in a low tone, your cheeks reddening.

“What was that, dear?” He asks.

“I have a stuffie of you..” You say.

“A..” He starts. “A stuffie? Of me? Now why would you have that?” He laughs.

“I.. for comfort?” You answer, hoping he isn’t too weirded out.

“Comfort? Well that’s a delightful!” He says in amused tone.

“Yeah um.. you’re basically a fictional character in this world.” You say.

“A fictional character?” He asks.

“Mhm.” You answer.

“I see..” He looks as if he’s trying to piece together everything. “Well, my dear! I’m not quite sure on what exactly is going on. But I assume it’s only momentary. Maybe a glitch in the system or something.” He laughs.

“Y-you..” It’s finally setting in that Alastor is in your room.

“I?” He asks with a smile.

“I LOVE YOU.” You blurt out suddenly without thinking.

Alastor jumps a bit at that and steps backwards, his eyes wide.

“S-sorry. I just.. I cant believe you’re here.” You say. “How did this even… THE Alastor is in my room.. He.. Oh my god..” You mumble on to yourself.

Alastor is a clever man, he knows that you must be a “fan” of his. He notices that he obviously doesn’t exist in your world. Though he finds your reaction quite adorable. Especially that you have a stuffie of him? You’re idolizing him? Out of all people? He’s charmed.

“Dear.. You alright there?” He asks you.

You look back up at him and smile.

“Very very alright, yes.” You answer.

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Suddenly, you bolt awake. It was just a dream..?

You sigh and shift on your side, still holding your Alastor stuffie. If only dreams were real.

As you fall asleep, you don’t notice but the stuffie begins to vibrate…

[klttn]

hii i hope i don’t make too many rq’s (i asked for secretary reader pt. 2 and the recent adam one) but yes alastor x reader!! maybe smthn with painplay and primal stuff if ur comfy writing that?

-🩰

⁺˳✧༚ ˚ 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑒 ｡⋆୨୧˚

— 𝜗𝜚 alastor x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : alastor discovers just how raw and animalistic you really like it. nsfw. smut. pain play. primal kink. pred/prey. alastor fucks you in his demon form. deer!reader. size difference.

“you look adorable like this, darling.” alastors voice sounded throughout your hotel room, ears timid and facing down, backed up against a wall, legs weak and trembling, lips parted as you panted heavily, eyes doe like and wide. “so scared and pathetic, so cute.”

“a-al, are you gonna h-hurt me?” your voice barely above a whisper, stuttering from all the nerves. and arousal.

alastor sighed, dragging his claws up your sides and watching intently as your body tried to press into it, a glint of amusement in his eyes. so frightened but her cunt was begging for it. “now now, i believe the question should be, do you want me to hurt you, little fawn?”

your cheeks flushed instinctively, teeth now having a vice grip on your bottom lip, alastor could tell by the look in your eyes that that is exactly what you wanted. the claws running up your sides found theirselves to your hips, pinning them and forcing them further into the wall, a soft yelp leaving your lips as he rose his eyebrows, his actions forcing an answer out of you. “please.”

alastor cooed, he got off on seeing you like this, he was glad only he got to see you like this. the only man that could ever hurt you, fuck you, touch you. the thought of anyone else doing that made him down right murderous.

his claws idly dug harder into the flesh of your hips at the thought of anothers hands on you, drawing a small whimper from you, your hips rolling forward. “so eager,” he mused. “you really do like it when i hurt you, don’t you? when i scare you and have you feeling like my prey?” your head nodded frantically, fear and excitement evident in your eyes. “you are my prey.”

your eyes widened at his words, you needed him so badly, needed him everywhere. loving how much he towered over you, leaving you cowering beneath him. that gave alastor an idea.

alastor hummed to himself, moving one hand and placing his index finger under your chin, hooking and bringing your face closer to his. inches away. “how would my darling girl feel getting taken by her big scary boyfriend in his demon form?” his pupils turning into dials and head tilting as he spoke to reiterate his words. “imagine how pathetic you would turn.”

you felt your pussy flutter and heart throb, mind racing with thoughts of him abusing your body like that. so raw and unfiltered.

alastors voice pulled you from your fantasy. “i’m going to need you to use your words, my doe, or my touch is gone.”

“yes,” you breathed, “please, alastor, i want you, i need you, just take me, please.” an arrogant glint took over his eyes.

“good girl,” alastor grinned.

alastors form grew wide, green accents in the form of crosses spawning on his face, long black whips protruding from his back, his tongue now darting out his mouth, thick, long and dripping with spit, eager to be on you. he looked hungry. like you were a full course meal and he hadn’t eaten in in weeks.

a small squeak left your lips as you felt the blackness wrap around you tightly, lifting you and placing you roughly on the large bed in the centre of the room. him wasting no time in spreading you out for him, loving the way you writhed at his touch. “it’s so adorable when you fight back.” alastor mocked in his static like voice.

the more you struggled, the harsher the grip he had on you became, “i don’t know why you persist on going against this,. just look at you little doe, so weak and dainty, i’ll break you if im not too careful,” he keened, “but you don’t want that do you? you want me to wreck this pretty little body of yours, ruin it so no other will have you like i do.”

a soft mewl escaped you, skin flushing pink, pussy dripping, eagerly awaiting more. “can’t help it!”

“no?” alastor chuckled. “such a dirty girl. can’t fight the pathetic urge to submit your cute cunt to me, need to be hurt and towered over, just to get off.” alastors hands moved to free your tits from their confines. “only i get to treat you like this.” he breathed in deeply. “you are my prey, little doe.”

your eyes rolled back. in the midst of alastors possessive ramble, his fingers traced their way to your core, ripping all the fabric in their wake, leaving you on show for him. the harshness of his form above you making you feel so small. you felt two clawed digits press their way inside your aching pussy. a moan of relief and pleasure coursing through your body.

it was primal. everything alastor was feeling. he just wanted to hurt you, be mean to you and treasure you like the adorable fawn you are.

just as fast as his fingers were in, they came out, slick coating them, glistening and dripping down his hand. alastoes tongue flicked out to lap up the mess you made, bliss covering his face as he did so. it was sinful. the sight of him causing you to whine and buck your hips in protest. the pleasure taken away just as easily as it was given.

“patience, darling girl.” alastors voice stern, not liking your disobedience, leaving a bruising hand print on your thigh as a warning. that only got you off more. “promise me you won’t scream too loud when i split you open.”

your head tilted as his hands found your hips again, this time taking over your entire torso with their size. the dynamic comparable to a cat with a mouse. your cunt fluttered at him, begging for him to just use you. so he did.

he used the whips of his powers to lift and spread your legs above your head and with a rough slam of his hips, he was in and bottomed out with one singular thrust, pelvis flush against the backs of your thighs, balls resting on your ass.

the adorable yelp that left your lips was like music to his ears, seeing your eyes squeeze tightly and your thighs instinctively close over your chest, knees bent and tip toes resting on alastors chest. “h-hurts,” you stutter, unable to do much else.

“i know, darling, i know.” alastor feigned sympathy, “but you can take it can’t you?” you shook your head, mumbling about it being too much. “this is what you need, this is what you want, it’s not too much unless i say it’s too much.”

alastor pulled out until just the tip was in, holding for merely a second before slamming back down again, tightness of your pussy, squeezing such lewd groans out of him. “i think you can do better than that, need to stretch you out a little more don’t we?” your mind was elsewhere unable to focus with being so full. “don’t we?” he asked again, quick thrust pulling a response from you.

“yes!” you whimpered.

alastor tutted and thrust his hips once more, “not good enough, darling.” another bruising grip being left to your hips.

the action had you keening, “more, please, more, stretch me out n use me please, just please i can’t take it anymore!”

bingo. that’s exactly what alastor wanted to hear. he loved it when you begged. almost as much as he loved it when you squealed such pretty noises when he fucked you. just like you were about to be doing.

his hips started thrusting but this time there was no stopping, loud smacking noises resonating with the sounds of your slick dripping down your thighs.

alastor became animalistic now he was fucking you. all cares for anything but feeling your cunt had gone. he didn’t care about anything but feasting on his prey and that’s what he was going to do. “fuck,” alastor cursed. the hold he had on you was deadly, you couldn’t move or squirm and the long whips wrapped around you dug into your skin like rope, soft flesh pudging over them, red marks already starting to be seen in their wake as they shifted.

“hurts so good,” you cried, beginning to pant, chest heaving and and back arching as best it could in your restraints. “more more more.”

one of alastors hands came up to cover your mouth, more like your entire face with how big he was compared to you. the other now roughly massaging the flesh of your tits. “my prey doesn’t talk back to me.” he muttered, “no matter how pretty the words coming out of her are.” of course he loved the cute whines of desperation you made but right now all he wanted was to feel you, feel himself abusing your insides.

it wasn’t long before you felt your climax building, rushing through you and taking over. it was hard not to when you were getting everything you wanted. the size difference and animalistic nature of it all driving you, spurring you closer and closer. you tried to warn alastor but to no avail. you couldn’t move or verbally warn him, the only sign he got was your cum rushing over his cock and spilling out of you.

“ah, ah, ah. did i say you could cum?” you shook your head underneath his hands. “silly deer.” his pace never stopping. “guess i’m going to have to keep this up for twice as long to teach you a lesson.” it was almost a chuckle with how it came out. “i’m not hearing any complaints, but then again, you’re that helpless right now that you can’t do anything but listen to me can you little doe?.” he was so condescending with his words. you loved it.

alastors grip over your mouth shifted, releasing the cute noises from your lips that drove him insane. he moved them to stroke your hair, then running over to your soft fluffy ears, a scared flinch making you shiver underneath him. that scared look he loved so much. “so adorable, if it was up to me, this is how you’d be permanently.”

a choked sob fell from your lips in the midst of your whines. you looked so pretty right now. his doe, filled to the brim, tied up in his whips, crying for him, mewling and moaning for him, fully submitting to every word he said. oh how he loved this. how he loved you.

he came down and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, the softest thing he’d done tonight, before whispering into your ear, “remember, you asked for this.”

A/N : this is the most unhinged thing i have ever written… i hope you like it!!

[inyourgravehcs]

♡ Sweet dreams ♡

❥ TAGS: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff. I'm a little late, but happy birtday, Xiao, my beloved.

The clear sky, unencumbered by a single cloud, a blossoming tree spreading it’s wide branches in all directions, the gentle warmth of the sun's rays tickling his skin playfully. A beautiful scenery, previously unknown to Xiao. The blood stained soil, a devastated battlefield, chains of despair curling around his limbs and restraining them — this was what he was used to, not this gentle idyll.

But more important than anything else is the fact that you're here.

He always feared that if your image suddenly appeared in his dreams, he would plunge into the very depths of his ugly mind, disfigured by thousands of years of torment. That he would have to fight himself, protecting a fragile figure that had nothing to do with the vile spawn of the adeptus’ inner demons. What if he had failed to shelter you from this hidden danger? Was his title as your guard valid in that case? How weak would he be if he couldn't even keep you safe from his own subconscious? One thing he knew for sure: If that had happened, he could have been considered to have succumbed to darkness from that moment on.

But it didn't happen.

No, it’s exactly the opposite. With your appearance, it was as if you had healed the bleeding wounds of his mind, and with a gentle touch you had quelled the insatiable karma. With every step you took, flowers bloomed on the ground instead of the scars of the past, and the frozen earth came alive again, giving birth to something beautiful.

He no longer hears voices. He hears only the quiet rustling of the grass beneath your heels, coming closer with each step. It was truly astonishing, How the peaceful silence suddenly puts an end to the calm and gives rise to a newfound anxiety, the source of which is unknown. A new sound beats in Xiao's ears, different from anything he has heard before. Yaksha listens intently to the unknown with his eyes closed, trying to determine its direction - only to realize that it's his heart coming alive because of your growing proximity to him.

There you are, right here, less than a meter away from him. So many thoughts run through the Adeptus’ head at once, almost overwhelming in their intensity, but that ends when you reach out and gently take Xiao's face in your hands. So firmly, but at the same time so tenderly, that peace falls over your lover’s mind. His shallow breath falters from second to second, and he doesn't even notice himself snuggling into the oh so cherished by him palms, squinting his eyes contentedly. So warm and serene... When was the last time he felt like this in a dream? His love-stricken consciousness sighs for you so much that Yaksha can't realize tears coming to his eyes, threatening to roll down his cheeks in thin streams that will never end if so happens.

But that's why you're here. For him. The sight of your lover is pitiful, but also admirable — how strong does he have to be to hold back such untold amounts of pain and grief for centuries? Outlining the delicate skin of Xiao's cheek with a kind stroke, you admire his cathartic state that was yearning to come out for so many years. Your thumb reaches for the corner of your lover's eye as if of its own volition, picking up a heavy tear and brushing it away at the same moment.

He stares at you with a sudden realization, not taking his eyes off you for a moment. Golden irises glisten and shimmer, moistened by such a sudden but welcomed flood of tears. The glow of the wet glare of his eyes gives him a far more emotional appearance.

In that moment, it seemed as if your hearts united. That they beat as one - in unison.

Sighing lovingly, you press your lover's face against your chest, hugging the back of his head. At the same moment, Xiao's breath stops: like a frightened cat, with his eyes wide open, he presses himself against his beloved's heart, not daring to move a millimeter. At this moment, adeptus seems amusingly adorable because of the contrast with his already established image. But really? He was really nothing more than a lost soul, flitting from place to place, hoping to find his ultimate destination. A bewildered creature who had suffered much and put on a thick protective shell. You knew that — knew it better than anyone else, and you knew how to handle it.

A slight smile had been on your face all this time. That's how your lover really is, a lost little chick who's heart is so fragile. You could play an entire symphony on the strings of his soul, and he wouldn't even be able to resist you — but you won't. You're here to save and heal Xiao.

That's why you touch his hair, stroking it and playing with the short, curly strands. A gesture of comfort, full of genuine concern. He accepts it, and accepts it willingly; he clutches tightly to your chest and sighs with relief. The moment was impossibly tender in its sweetness - not even the most exquisite almond tofu could stand next to it. It seemed like it couldn't get any better, and trying to interrupt the perfect moment of union with each other would be a sin — but you had a talent for making everything better. Cautiously, you lifted his chin with your index finger, causing your eyes to meet again. Smiling casually, you lean closer and closer, shortening the distance between your faces…

“Xiao, what's next?! You've been beating around the bush for how long now, constantly stammering!”

...No. He couldn't just recount that moment of the dream to you like that.

“Don't look at me like that!” Xiao exclaimed with his eyes wide open, pressing his hands to his cheeks in an attempt to hide the acute embarrassment he felt. “It's... Personal.”

“How can it be more personal when we're already a couple?”

After taking a deep breath, you roll your eyes, sighing defiantly. No, he certainly looks really cute right now, but you need to know what was next!

“Hmm. Since you won't tell me about that part of the dream, why don't I reconstruct the course of events in reality and see how it ends?”

A sly smile lights up your face, while Xiao is at a loss for words and stammering incoherently, trying to squeeze out some sort of answer.

Of course, you couldn't waste any time at such a perfect moment. You'd shortened the distance between you two in just a few quick steps, and you were already holding Xiao’s face in your hands, recalling in your head his warm descriptions of his dream today. His anticipatory look of excitement couldn't help but awaken in you the very same tenderness he must have been looking for in you the most every time.

“So that's how you see me....”

The Yaksha's confused eyes softened, and his troubled breathing normalized. Swallowing tensely, he only nods eagerly a couple of times, forfeiting the need to be blunt and straightforward with his answer.

Closing your eyes, just as in his dream, you cradle his head against your chest — stroking, caressing the scalp and dark green hair. A perfectly reproduced moment that makes the hearts of both of you belt out an excited tune.

Not without its nuances, though, ‘cause the real you was far more multifaceted than your dream version.

“Xiao," you whispered his name playfully, "I'll be sure to recreate every moment like in your sweet dream... But I'll have to improvise on the part you were too shy to describe.”

♡ ── ✦ ──『♡』── ✦ ── ♡

Please note that english isn't my native language and can be awkward at times.

Please don't translate or repost my works without asking for my permission first!

[moistmailman]

Lady: Wait, what do you mean that kid is Vergil’s son?!

Dante: Exactly what you think it mean.

Lady: When did he even get the time to even-

Dante: I rather not think about that.

Lady: Well, how did he take it?

Dante: Take what?

Lady: The news! About his father?

Dante: Are you insane?! I’m not going to tell the poor kid anything about his family!

Lady: What?! He should know who his father is! Hell, he might think you’re his father!

Dante: And if that’s the case then I’ll step the hell up to the challenge, because that’s a better outcome then him finding out Vergil’s his father!

Lady: What?! Why?!

Dante: ‘Why?’ I don’t know, maybe because *imitates a casual voice* Hey Nero, it’s me, your uncle. That’s right, you’re the son of my brother, who you have never met before. He was a huge fan of genocide and killed thousands of people. Remember that one giant tower that appeared one day. You know, the one that spawned thousands of demons which killed nearly everyone in the city? That’s your old man. I killed him twice by the way.

Lady:……

Dante: Now how the hell do you expect the kid to act to news like that?

Lady:….okay, fair point.

[mayisgoingnuts]

I saw the requests for fics were open I just need to ask if it's ok to put one in and if it's ok to have an x reader even if platonic bc honestly I'm in a mood lol and I am craving LER ALASTOR idk why and I love your fics and you are a great writer

Author's note: EVERYTHING I NEEDED WAS AN IDEA AND WHEN YOU POSTED THAT ONE PROMPT I WENT

I KNOW WHAT I GOT TO DO NOW.

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"Good night"

Summary: You were struggling to sleep that night, so in defeat, decided to just give up and stay up all night. Sadly for you, Alastor didn't exactly approved your idea.

Warnings: Swearing.

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Bags under your eyes would appear if you didn't go to sleep, and you knew it pretty well. It sucks, really sucks, but laying down on your bed doing nothing and being unable to finally take a good night of sleep sucks the double of those two combined.

As much as the TV wasn't that entertaining, it was enough to keep you awake and slightly less bored.

3AM, still nothing. You took a nap on the couch, but then woke up again. Did you actually took a nap? Or did you brain just turned off? Not sure, not bothered enough to care.

But, suddenly, something else finally got your eyes off of the screen.

"And what are you doing down here so late?"

The sudden voice made you stop on your tracks, jump even, as it came right after hours of silence.

"Jesus fucking Christ Alastor, I almost had a heart attack!" You took a deep breath, calming yourself down. "I'm just watching TV."

Alastor looks to the TV with the corner of his eyes, squeezing them slightly to show his displeasure. "Those things can be quite unhealthy at this time, my dear. Why don't you just turn this off and go to sleep?"

"Because I don't wanna and I can't sleep." You didn't even wanted to sound abrupt, but your filters slowly disappear when you grow more and more tired.

"Now that's just rude." Replied, not offended at all but rather keeping this in his mind for later. "Can't sleep, you say? Well, I have a solution for that." He added with a confident grin.

"...does it include hitting my head onto a wall to knock me out or something?"

Alastor stared at you with a blank face, blinking a few times. "Two solutions."

You rolled your eyes and finally sat, raising an eyebrow. "What solution?"

Alastor lets out a snicker, and with a single snap of his fingers, both of you are back on your room. You fell on your bed a bit too aggressively, but it's not like he cares.

"We only need to get rid of that energy of yours. I'm sure it'll be as easy as pie, you're already almost falling asleep."

"Uh... okay... and what's your plan, exactly?"

Your question made him look at you mischievously, which startled you and already made you let your guard up.

"Alastor-"

But before you could react, something pinched your side right behind you. As you looked, it was one of Alastor's little creatures. Is that a little man? A doll? A little demon? A pet? Whatever this thing is, made you flinch with a single touch.

And just like Alastor could spawn one of those, getting more of them needed the exact same effort.

"What are those??"

"Oh, I never really gave them names, so call them whatever you want. They're also harmless."

Three of them surrounded you, poking your upperbody in different spots while giggling.

"H-Hey! Gehehet off!" They may be weird but also looked weirdly adorable, what made you hesitated on pushing them away. "Thehehey're tick-"

But you stopped yourself right away. It got the other demon's attention, since your fit of giggles was definitely not the cause of the sudden hold up.

"Did you just interrupted yourself?" He asked teasingly, leaning towards you with a more bratty smile.

"Whahahat?! Nohohoho!"

Alastor shrugged, throwing his staff lightly from one hand to another. "If that's the case, I must have misunderstood. After all, there's no reason for you to not say 'tickle'." His head turned back to you, curiously. "Correct?"

As they keep tickling you, you ended up falling on the bed, rolling back and fourth as a poor attempt to escape. "ShuhUHUHUT UP!"

The deer chuckled at your reaction to it. "Oh, I'm not the one who should! Your volume may wake up someone in the hotel."

"Thehehen STOHOP!"

Your words entered his ear and leaved the other, or even worse, didn't even entered in any at the first place, as everything he did was look at his nails.

"I can't, I already promised to help. It is getting you tired after all-"

"FUHUHUHUCK!!"

Your tone suddenly increased in a... huge volume. More than he expected, what startled the guy. Wanting or not, if anyone wakes up he'll end up getting in trouble aswell, so he's thinking twice about his plans.

However, something is off for him. Once you lay down, you didn't got up again nor tried to. It definitely isn't bothering you as much as it looks like, and this fact did not make it worse for himself. More likely to be the opposite, as an encouragement.

The inner conflict was agonizing to keep, and Alastor's eyes show that. With a sigh mixed with a humming, he snaps his fingers, finally sparing you from the shadows.

Your laughter slowly died down, and without realizing, your face shifts to one of disappointment.

"Hah... heh... what..?"

The taller one sits by your side, avoiding visual contact but, for some reason, not the physical one.

Before you could react, Alastor quickly recomposed himself, looking at you with a cheeky grin once again while his own hand touches your stomach.

"It is unfair for me to get punished because of your sensitivity, so I'll try something lighter this time."

The demon's fingers began to scratch, but not hurt, tickling you in a slow yet surprisingly effective way. You grabbed his wrist, but didn't have the courage to take it off as you knew it would come to an end if you did.

Your chuckles, snorts, cackles, any noises you would make, would spread the room as long as he wanted, and the silence would only return once you're finally asleep.

[theyapper0]

PART TWO OF "DISHONORED GUESTS"

Cut to Angel and others. 

Cut. Emily and Charlie at the Aquarium.

Charlie is like OH MY GOD!!!!!!!! LOOK AT THE FISH!!!! THEY'RE SWIMING!!! ACTUALLY SWIMMING AND NOT JUST FLOATING TO THE TOP?????? AND IT IS REALLY BLUE IN HERE!!!

Charlie flips out about fish with Emily humoring her for a while until eventually Charlie asks about Sera. 

Emily says how they're sisters but Sera could be so overprotective sometimes. And not to mention controlling!!!! 

Emily says that she understands that Sera’s just looking out for her as an older sister but… she wished that she trusted her just a little bit more…

Emily is like, “I mean, look at your cuffs!! Sera doesn't even trust us to be ALONE together- trust ME to be alone with YOU!.....

Emily: No offense.

Charlie obviously doesn't take any offense to this and is also like “Wow, you're really open” 

Emily apologizes but Charlie's like “Oh no!! No! It's a GOOD thing! I'm just not used to that! Everyone at the hotel’s just uh… really closed off- it gets hard to tell what they're feeling a lot of the time.

It's nice to hear about feelings! 

Emily smiles at her, “It's nice to be listened to”

Emily sighs, …I feel like she thinks I can't handle anything… I dunno… Maybe she's right…”

Charlie is like, “What!!! No way! Your job is to make people in Heaven happy and I think you're GREAT at that! I mean, I'M happy right now and that's all because of you!”

Charlie: I… I'm sorry that we're gonna have to be against each other during the Trial…  I hope it doesn't ruin the friendship we're forming

Emily is like “No!! It'd never!! Let's not even talk about that right now!! We're gonna have to talk about it allllll night anyhow!!

Emily offers to focus on seeing as much Heaven as we can!! 

Charlie's like YEAH!!!! 

Cut. Back to Vaggie

She's telling herself to pull it together. Everything's gonna be fine… 

She looks down at the countdown on her wrist, “Just a few more hours….”

(9AM when they got there, will be leaving at 9AM of the next day. 22 HOURS LEFT ON CLOCK!! (22:26:12))

Suddenly, an Exorcist Angel (it's Lute) comes BARGING in!!! Vaggie stands up, on high alert.

Vaggie goes to grab her spear but she doesn't have it!!! DAMMIT CHARLIE!!! 

The Exorcist Angel and Vaggie start to kick the shit outta each other!!! 

The Exorcist is like, “You shouldn't be here.” while they're fighting

Vaggie says “I’m here on business with Char-!

“The Morningstar spawn, I know. She got a Trial with the Heavenly bodies but YOU…!” 

The Exorcist Angel kicks Vaggie's feet out from under her and goes to slash her with her sword, Vaggie catches the blade between the flat of her palms, she's straining to push it away as the other strains to thrust it down 

The Exorcist grunts, “Can’t be here….” 

Vaggie screams and is like, “Damnit, just quit it! I know it's you, Lute!!”

The Exorcist falters for a moment but it's all the time Vaggie needs to KICK that bitch off her and stand up 

(She knew it was her bc she could tell by the cape that was wrapped over her armor. Only Lute can wear it (bc she's the Commander. But more importantly, Vaggie could tell from the fighting style (it was exactly like her own) 

Lute gets knocked to the floor and her helmet falls off. She doesn't bother putting it back on as she stands.

Lute: You need to leave. Now.

Vaggie: I can't, trust me, I would if I could. But I'm here until the trial ends. Just-... I'm not here to start any problems, so leave me alone

Lute: ‘Not here to start any problems?’ All you've EVER done for me was MAKE problems, and now this? Do you think this trial doesn't count as stirring the pot? Do you have any idea what you and that wretched demon are doing-

Vaggie: DON'T TALK ABOUT CHARLIE LIKE THAT!’

Vaggie goes to punch her but Lute catches it easily

Lute is quiet for a moment. 

Lute: You've been banished from Heaven. You cannot be here. You're not allowed here

Lute: I don't want you here.

Vaggie stared at her, “I'm not here for you” 

Vaggie walks towards the door and Lute speaks, “What do you think people are going to say when they see you? Do you think they've forgotten what you've done?” 

Vaggie doesn't answer, she goes to open the door but Lute comes behind her and shoves it shut, “Answer me.” 

Vaggie: What I've done? You mean not kill a CHILD?!

Lute: A SINNER child! 

Vaggie: Why the fuck are you here?! Why the Hell do you even care if people see me!?

Lute doesn't answer for a moment, she follows Vaggie's question with another

Lute: Who does Charlotte think you are, Vaggie? WHAT does she think you are? 

Vaggie: Listen, I told you, I'm not here to make problems-!

Lute: What do you think she'll do to you once she finds out the truth 

Vaggie: SHUT UP! 

Vaggie screams as she throws a punch at Lute, who catches it easily

Lute: It’s my job to protect Heaven and your fallen ways put all of eternal salvation at risk

Lute: If you chose to stay the 24 hours bestowed upon you, you'll leave me no choice but to share this information 

Lute opens the door and steps through, standing in the doorframe with her back facing Vaggie, “I'm giving you the option, Vaggie. For old times sake”

Lute: Do not overlook this kindness

Lute leaves 

Cut. Back with Charlie and Emily 

They're walking and talking 

They run into Adam coming out of some shop, strangely missing the Exorcist lieutenant who always accompanies him….

Adam greets them like, “Well hello there, you two! How’ve things been? Charlie, how're you liking Heaven so far? ^^

Charlie says how it's A-MAZING!!! 

Adam laughs, “Well I'm not surprised if Emily’s the one showing you around!”

They all talk for a bit and the conversation shifts to the Trial that'll be happening in a couple hours

Charlie thanks Adam for allowing her the chance to speak with Heavenly bodies about redemption, she knew she wasn't going to exactly BUDGE on getting the opportunity but she was still grateful for him helping in making it happen. 

Adam: Heaven didn't really like that I wanted to do this but… it's only fair, right? We exist as 2 realms but we must function as one for all mortal souls

Charlie: Yeah! Exactly! I mean, especially with the Exterminations, I think it's high time to try out a different solution for-!

Adam cuts her off, suddenly extremely on edge, “HAHAHA! YEP YEP YEAH! ANYWAY!!! 

Adam: So Charlotte, have you gotten any more patrons at your hotel?! 

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[idanceuntilidie]

YAN DEMON X HUMAN READER X YAN ANGEL PLS SORRY I HADNT REALIZED YOU DIF ANGEL ALREADY VKVK

I hope it was okay!! it accidentally got long.. sorry pookie wookie woo damn this would make a good vn ngl

yan angel x gn reader x yan demon

tw: yandere themes and behaviours, mentions of killing

The light from the billboard always shinesBut it changed twelve times since you went away

Requests are open

“An angel sat on one shoulder, a devil on the other. Both of them wore my face.” But you are not really sure they have your face. You are not a very religious person, so you didn’t understand why they decided to bother you exactly but at least you weren’t lonely anymore. Mirui appeared first, you remember the meeting very well, hell, it gave you a heart attack. You work in a small cafe, a gem hidden in the mud. You liked it very much, your boss was nice and you even made friends with some of the people you worked with.

Well you didn’t think it was so nice and fun now, working as the cashier reminded you about the thing you dreaded. Interactions with other beings that you do not know, see for the first time and could be really fucking mean at times. Homosapiens. A woman in her mid twenties stood in front of you, waving her hands and screaming her lungs out. Your polite smile tightens as your nails dig painfully into your forearm. She found out that what she ordered was really expensive, it’s weird because there are prices next to the stuff you guys make. The woman's face flushed deep beet red in anger, and you are pretty sure she spat on you. Ew. You heard a small chuckle followed by a loud snort and laughter from your right, it startled you, but when you looked there you saw no one. After another fit of laughter you noticed a small red thing sitting on your right shoulder. A small human-like creature. It looked back at you, eyes flickering with mischief and a small full of white sharp teeth. “You should spill that coffee on her, ya know? It’s still hot, it can’t go to waste” it said Your eyes slowly went back to the screaming woman, then on the hot coffee on the counter.

To be fired or not to be fired, that is the question. Before you even got a chance to fully think this through, your boss appeared behind you and shooed you away to deal with the customer. Your boss was a savage old lady, the customer stood no chance against her. Out of sight out of mind. The small demon muttered something, disappointed, it crossed its arms and pouted. You scurried away, to the kitchen to take your mind off of things and maybe help around a bit.

Faith appeared a few weeks after Mirui did, successfully stopping you from chugging only energy drinks, spilling coffee and doing pranks on rude customers. “Do it, do it, do it, do it!” she giggled manically, clapping her hands happily. Today Mirui decided to be feminine, she sat on your right shoulder like she always did. You noticed every day she had new outfits, very revealing of course, it made you blush slightly. “Shut up, I can't focus.” “Dear child, they might fire you.” a new voice on your left stated calmly. God damn it another one. This time a painfully white angel sat on your left shoulder. He didn’t even look at you, his attention was focused on little stone tablets sitting on his lap.

“Ew who the fuck are you” Mirui spat pointing a very sharp manicured finger on the angel.

“The only rational one here” “It looks disgusting, Y/N quickly throw it off!” she grabbed your collar and shook it violently. The angel rolled its eyes and looked at her. “Stop it demon spawn, I was sent here to make sure this disgusting-” it started but when it looked at Mirui, a look of disgust appeared on its face. “Piece of work won’t do too much damage to such a pure soul, y/n leave that salt alone.” You and Mirui groaned, you will have revenge on that karen. “You suck” “Go suck dick and shut up” “Language both of you” “Ew, let’s call it Faith or Angelico or something, it’s basic- just like it” Mirui gagged. Faith went back to his stone tablets, not looking at you or the demon. Even though it wasn’t looking, you could feel how he judges you. In the end, they didn’t leave you alone. 

You wake and fall asleep to their constant bickering. You figured it’s because Mirui is a demon, and Faith is an angel. Or maybe it’s because they are so different? It makes you tired honestly. Yet their different personalities and behaviors made your life a little bit more interesting.

Faith sat on the edge of the couch, watching as Mirui did a little fashion show. You were forced to watch too,  he wouldn’t leave you alone if you didn’t. Your eyesight got a little blurry, you were tired. Very very tired, so in the end you couldn’t help but just doze off. Mirui noticed it first, giddy as he returned to his normal size. Giggling and swinging his feet as he watched you slowly fall asleep. Carefully, he gets up to sit right next to you. He sighed dreamily as he played with you hair. Aren’t you just the cutest? Naive too, just perfect. He nuzzled against your cheek, smiling widely. He could feel how warm your body was, hell he could even smell you. Mirui covered his mouth with his hand to prevent the laughter that was slowly bubbling up.

He heard a very loud scoff from Faith and when he looked at them, they had a very unpleasant look on their face.

“What’s up?” he smiled „Jealous?”

„It’s disgusting how you cling to them when they are asleep.” Faith hissed

“Oh is the baby mad because they don’t have the balls to actually get this close?” Mirui smiled proudly, cuddling up to you even closer than possible. You stirred a bit in your sleep, your pretty face scrunching in confusion before returning to a calm state. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep on your side, only to be yanked back by his hair by Faith. “Back off, you demon scum” “Oh oh careful now or I might start to like it” “I am serious Mirui” Faith hissed, grabbing the demon's throat as they squeezed it painfully. Their touch was painful, Mirui swore he heard a small sizzling which made him hiss. “leave, they are mine and you knew that.” “fuck off, I love them more than your sorry ass does.” he said as he tried to get away from the angel.

It happened a lot, especially when you slept. None of them wanted to give you up, let the other have your love and attention which resulted in fighting. Oh how surprised you would be if you found out that those arguments were about you, and they didn’t just appear out of thin air. Hell they have known you way before you even noticed their existence. Always there, in the background, watching, listening, admiring. Mirui was first to approach, thinking that Faith would eventually back off, and then he wouldn’t need to kill them, but they didn’t. 

And Faith, well, at first they didn’t know about Mirui, but when he eventually wanted to meet you he saw that little red slut sitting on your shoulder whispering sins. Oh their poor sweetheart, tainted and tortured by a monster. He decided to watch for a bit then appear as your savior.Now both of them are stuck being next to each other almost all the time, none of them would give up though. They will stay by your side.

Your eyes slowly open to see a white and red blob strangling each other. Your face twists into a frown, before sighing and going back to sleep.

[rayassecretlife]

Visions in my mind

Pairing: Aged!up Neteyam Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Summary: What if Neteyam never died? You struggles to deal with the memories of that horrid night, seeing your mate breathless, but Neteyam is here to comfort you, make sure you know he isn’t going anywhere.

Warning(s): Mentions of blood, Mature Language, Mentions of death.

Memories were supposed to be something people loved, something that gave people hope for a better future—but for you, memories only ever brought terror and nightmares back into your life you swore you got rid of.

It had officially been exactly 2,191 days, 72 months, and 52,560 hours since your life changed forever; since you and Neteyam’s life changed forever.

6 years after your mate almost died.

Years ago, you accompanied the sully’s on their move to the reef due to your lack of parental attention and your huge crush on their oldest son that nobody knew about. You were very close with the sully’s growing up, and you knew you’d stick by them whenever they needed.

But that night, something was so different.

You remember waking up on that beautiful day, going swimming with Tuk and Neteyam like you always did to start your morning. The day was fine, perfect almost, but as it got darker you could sense a pit in your stomach and you didn’t know what it could have been.

Now you believe it could’ve been early mate senses… but nothing could have prepared you for what happened that night.

You remember the urgency in Neteyam’s voice when he calls to you and Tonowari’s children, telling you all that Lo’ak was going to save Payakan from the demon ships and of course, you had to go after him.

You remember when all seven of you tried to pull the tracker out of the Tulkun, praying you had got it out in time. You remember Neteyam rushing away with the tracker on his Ilu without even consulting you, trying to draw away the ships. You couldn’t have been more worried so you followed.

You remember seeing him safe, making you so relieved it was insane, but you’d never forget the look on his face when you started to swim towards him.

“Y/N!” Neteyam’s voice slowly fades as you feel the sharp pain in your back, your cries muffled by the water. You felt the strong arms pull you above the water and before you knew it, the demon spawn himself was above you.

“Well, look what we have here” He chuckles, reaching down to cup your shivering face. You could still hear Neteyam’s voice but could also feel the ship moving, and you knew neteyam wouldn’t be able to make it. “Think your on the wrong side of the reef, kid” You hiss, reaching your hands up to claw at him but he quickly shifts away, laughing hysterically at your antics. “Feisty, huh? Sure your not sully’s kid?”

You remember the endless amount of pain you went through, watching bodies drop around you like they were nothing. You were only 15, and you were chained up on a boat, listening to a man threaten the only family that ever loved you. He’d make you talk to them, and you could still hear Neteyam’s words to you when he got the chance to talk. He was so worried, and felt so guilty for your kidnapping.

You remember when Kiri, Tsireya and Tuk were strapped down right next to you, forced to hear all the threats the man made to Jake. The constant comforting Tuk with your words, the constant praying to Eywa under your breath, and the constant hope for Neteyam to save you. You didn’t care what happened to you, you just needed him to be okay. You needed to see him again.

And finally, you remember getting off the ship alongside the sully boys and Tsireya, but just as you were about to turn to Neteyam, you saw his distress clearly.

“Neteyam?” You notice how he’s struggling to keep himself up in the water, placing a hand on his arm to help but he only cries in pain, making you immediately retreat. “Nete, what’s…” That’s when you notice the way his hand held his heart, and how his coughing was slightly hoarse, but you definitely weren’t prepared to see the blood filling the water. “No, no, no—“ You repeated under your breath, looking back at his brother who was laughing with spider.

“Come on bro!” Lo’ak slips onto his Ilu, calling for Neteyam who you were helplessly trying to keep above the water, begging him to stay with you.

“You skxawng! I’m shot” Neteyam informs his brother and all of their faces drop, your hand pressed against his wound so hard it made him since. “Y/N… Y/N I-“

“Shit! We have to get out of here!” Lo’ak rushes to your aid, helping you lift his brother onto the Ilu. His breathing was slow and very heavy as you sit behind him, your horror only growing for the boy. The wound, it was big. His back bled profusely even when you covered it, a slight cry leaving your mouth as Lo’ak rode the Ilu to shore.

“Y/N” Neteyam repeats for the hundredth time and you hear him, responding in your shaking voice. “D-don’t cry, Y/N” You shush him, telling him to save his breath. You were so afraid for him, he was losing so much blood.

“Don’t worry about me, okay? We’re gonna get you help. We’re gonna patch you up and your gonna be fine, Okay?” You ramble in his ear, placing a small kiss to his shoulder which even with the gunshot pain, still made his heart flutter with joy.

You remember having to help him onto the large rocks, meeting with Jake who was clearly distressed trying to figure out what was wrong with his son. All of you were there, and you were sitting right next to him with a comforting but sad smile as you caressed his face, trying to calm him down.

“Your gonna be okay, I promise” Your tears are falling and Neteyam notices almost instantly, even with his shuttering chin and fearful eyes. “Your gonna be okay a-and we’re gonna go back home—to the forest and your grandmother. We’re gonna take that Ikran ride we’ve always talked about, and I’ll even let you teach me how to fish” A small laugh leaves your broken voice, breaking through your sobs. “Just look at me a little longer, okay?”

“Y/N…” His touch is so weak against your cheek, wiping your tears with one swipe of his large thumb. Jake watches the two of you, a huge lump in his heart as he heard the calls of his nearing wife. “I… I lo…” You shush him, biting your lip harshly as you wipe his own tears, shaking your head. You didn’t need him to speak, you knew. You knew it all from the beginning.

“I love you too” Neytiri is approaching quickly, rambling words as she kneels to her son, capturing his gaze away from you. Neteyam’s body is shaking heavily, and his eyes are even more frantic then before. He was terrified.

“I want to go home” He stutters horrifically as Jake holds the side of his face, eyes softening at his sons request.

“I know, we’re goin’ home” Jake soothes, pleading voice as he spoke to his oldest son.

You remember the emptiness you felt once his hand fell from your face, the fear in your heart as you heard his mothers wearing cries for him. Neteyam, the strongest boy you knew, the mighty warrior… the only boy you’ve ever loved, was gone.

But by the grace of Eywa, not forever.

Neteyam fell into a deep coma for weeks, and you remember every moment you laid away next to him, praying every night and day with your hand stuck in his own. You wanted this nightmare to be over, to be able to hear his sweet voice again. Nobody understood how he survived but you weren’t questioning anything, only hoping he’d wake up soon to wrap his gentle arms around you for one last time.

The two of you didn’t wait to express your feelings for one another when he awoke, and you definitely didn’t waste any time in your relationship to do everything you promised each other, whether that be flying, fishing, making food, etc. you did it all.

You’d spend your nights sneaking away from everyone together, laying against his chest under the stars until the sun came back up, talking about the future and what it held for the two of you. He was your other half, and with him you felt whole again.

Except for when you fell asleep.

Six years later and your still waking up with the nightmares of that night, and you could still see his blood staining your hands whenever you spoke of it. You’d spend the rest of your relationship worried sick for him, always urging him to stay home because of that night.

Jumping when you heard gunshots, holding Neteyam extra tight when he came home from hunting, you did everything you could to be close to him. He was Olo’Eyktan and you were his Tsahìk, just like you talked about when you were younger, but that also meant his duties were much more dangerous.

“Y/N, take a deep breath” Neytiri’s voice chimes in from behind you as you pace the room, biting on your nails. Neteyam was supposed to be home hours ago in time for dinner, even his warriors were in their homes by now, but he was nowhere to be found. “He is probably just-“

“Why would he leave for this long? I cooked him dinner and… and I waited for him where he told me to” You turn to her, tears brimming your eyes already. Neteyam was almost always home on time, knowing the trauma it puts you through when he isn’t, and it didn’t help that you were pregnant with your first child, which made your mood swings even worse. “He won’t even pick up when I page him…”

His mother stands to her feet and walks over to you with a gentle smile, placing her hands on your shoulders. “He is alright, He can take care of himself” She tries to reassure you but it of course doesn’t work, seeing as you just shook your head making her sigh. “Y/N, you cannot stress so much. The baby-“

“I’m going to look for him” You don’t waste a second as you pull away from her, grabbing your bow that sat on the wall. Pregnant or not, you were going to find him if you had to. But of course, you were stopped once again before you could.

“Your not going anywhere, Y/N” The hoarse voice sighs, blocking the doorway from your view. You look up at the man with a mugging expression, pushing his chest multiple times until he grabbed your hands. “You have to calm down, you’ll hurt the baby with all this stress, kid”

“Get out of my way, Jake” You command with a calm voice, but he wouldn’t budge. You hiss, pushing him again. “I am your Tsahìk!” Jake sighs, looking over to his wife who already had her head in her hands, rubbing her face. But even with you being Tsahìk, you knew you had no power over your husbands parents. “Please just… just let me look outside” Your voice is shorten by your tears and you don’t even realize how badly Neytiri feels for you, having to go through this same exact thing with Lo’ak and Neteyam after that night.

He soon moves and you walk out without hesitation, looking around high camp for your mate. You could smell him, and his scent was getting stronger. You tell his parents to stay behind but they obviously don’t, seeing as you were pregnant and going out by yourself when they still didn’t completely trust the sky people that worked on pandora.

You follow his scent until you spot his Ikran, your eyes widening as you practically ran towards it, hushing it’s frantic movements. “Where is he, girl? Where is Neteyam?” You caress her face, eyes begging for her to tell you but before she could even make one more noise, a small grunt was heard from behind you.

And to your horror, you saw Neteyam sat with his back against a rock, hand holding his stomach and his breath uneasy like he was trying not to scream. “Neteyam” Neytiri ran over to him, kneeling down to his injured body. You on the other hand, were frozen in place. “It’s just a cut, it’s fine” Neytiri reassures all three of you but you still make your way over to him, your body filling with anger when he looked at you.

“Y/N-“

“I can patch him up” You tell his parents, watching as they lift him up to his feet. He had s large gash on his side, as it his own Ikran did it. He tries to talk to you but your ignoring his every call, walking with them until they got to your cave, setting him down on the mat on the floor. “Thanks-“

“Y/N, go easy-“

“Thank you” You close the cloth covering to your cave’s opening before his parents could finish, still hearing your husbands calls from behind you. “Just stop it, Neteyam” That’s how he knew you were angry, you called him his full first name which you never did.

“My Tìyawn, please” He begs as you sit down in front of him, dipping a cloth in the warm water before running it along his skin, listening to him hiss in pain. “I tried to call you-“

“I don’t want to hear of it anymore, Okay? Just let me-“

“Y/N” His hand cups your face, lifting it to look at him. “I’m so sorry, My love. I… I can’t imagine the hell I put you through when I was gone” You watch as he pulls something out from behind him, showing you the small bowl. “My pager died when I was going to get that relieving lotion you like to use for your feet, because I know the baby hurts them a lot. I also went to get your favorite fruits because I realized we were out of them and I-“

“Neteyam” You were still so angry, but you saw how sorry he was, how worried he was for what he did to you when you were here and he wasn’t. “I’m not mad. I just… I don’t know how many more times I can do this” Your eyes are now staring into his, and you can see his face soften as a tear slips from your eye. “Everytime i wake up next to you and you don’t wake up when I call you I—“

You choke out your words, lowering your head so you didn’t have to look at you mate. Neteyam knew you had nightmares, but there was so much more to it.

“I can’t stop seeing your lifeless body under me—I can’t… I can’t stop seeing your blood on my hands. I-I can’t even bathe without you because I’m so afraid something will happen to you and I’ll find you again” At this point, your throat is clogged with sobs and Neteyam can’t do anything but pull you against him, wrapping his strong arms around your small frame so firmly, you couldn’t even try to excape. “I’m so fucking scared of losing you again, Neteyam. I can’t even stay home by myself anymore”

“It’s pathetic, I know” You scoff, wiping your many tears. You should get over it, you knew that, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t get over the fact that he died in your arms, and now scarred you for the rest of your lives together. “I don’t mean to be a burden for you I just-“

“You are not a burden” He said sternly, grabbing your hands in his but making sure to keep your eyes on him. “Your my mate, Y/N. My wife, my Tsahìk… you are everything to me” He continues truthfully, even growing slightly teary eyed from the subject. He vividly remembered that day, but hearing you talk about it made him so upset. “I promised myself to you because I love you—because your anything but a burden to me”

From the moment Neteyam met you, he knew you were going to be his forever. When he smelled your scent, when he heard your soft voice, when you’d put him in check but always keep him on his toes—you were exactly what he needed, and now he looks at you like your the only girl in the world.

Which is why the two of you stare at each other for what felt like forever, not even having to say anything before you pull him into a tight hug, and let out all your tears once his arms are wrapped firm around you. Words can’t explain the love you have for each other, and you definitely wouldn’t try. His calm voice shushes you, rubbing your back as your hands get lost in his hair, like they had been finding their way home.

“Don’t cry, My love. I’m here, I’m right here” You sob as he places his large hand over your stomach, feeling the small kicks of your first born who was soon to be brought into the world. Neteyam knew the reason you were worse from your pregnancy. You were a fighter before, one of their best warriors but when you got pregnant, Neteyam wouldn’t let you do anything. He was afraid of your baby getting hurt, afraid of you getting hurt. “Can you look at me, Pretty girl?”

You sniffle, wiping your tears one last time as you pull away from him, resting your hand on his above your bump. He reaches his free hand toward your face and brushes a piece of hair from it, a smile across his lips. “Stop doing that, I have to clean you up” You already knew and it made you laugh, pushing away his hand from your face.

He doesn’t say anything else, only cupping the side of your face to pull you into a kiss. Your ears peek at the sudden contact, and you place your hand on his leg for support, giggling against his lips when you felt his tail brush your thigh.

“I’m not going anywhere. You are my home, Y/N. I’ll always come back to you” The both of you sigh, leaning your forehead against each others, noses pressing together. “How about we sleep outside in the hammock tonight? Watch the stars while I rub your feet” You smile, biting your lip to hide it. “How’s that sound, Beautiful? Just you and me, all night under the pandora sky?”

You hum, leaning into him again to kiss him one last time. He knew exactly how to make you feel better. How could you deny that offer? You pull away with your lips pressed together, a smile forming with a small laugh as you run your hand over his chest, ghosting over his cuts.

“Right after we clean these wounds, Pretty boy”

Ehhh, this is okay. Kind of rushed….

Sorry for the inactivity!! It’s been a hectic week but I’m on spring break soooo 😏

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[haetkeeper]

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4.9k words — smut (in part 2) with plot!

when paired up with the worst partner in the entirety of the university, this research paper is going to need a lot of work—too bad the topic of interest is sex education. with two geniuses like yourselves, you have two different project ideas, but both of them require you to get a whole lot closer to donghyuck than you’ve ever wanted to be.

essentially a fem! reader x haechan college au

tags / enemies to lovers, reader really dislikes haechan, haechan really loves teasing reader, slight mention of reader x other nct members

warnings / masturbation scenes, use of the word ‘slut’, perv!haechan, explicit language, alcohol consumption, multiple mentions of sex

( part 2 will surely be much worse, but this part will be fairly tame— stay tuned )

damn professor mira park. "I'm not working with him!" you shout in the kindest way possible, gaining nothing but a simple tsk and shake of her head.

"you're the top student in your graduating class," she states, "this project will be far too easy for you if I give you a less challenging partner." she demands, and you can't admit to yourself that she's right. with a huff, you exit the classroom lecture hall. you're dropping her class next semester even if it's the last thing you'll ever do. because lord knows he may kill you first.

she knew exactly what she'd done by the way both you and donghyuck gave yourselves whiplash, spinning to face her as the words left her mouth. she'd paired the two of you as project partners, to write a research paper, a very important research paper to be exact.

the topics were drawn randomly, and you were oh-so-lucky enough to pull sex education, while donghyuck was given the broad subject of fruits and vegetables.

you used to love this woman, she used to be your favorite professor, but she's crossed a line this time. your feud with donghyuck has grown to be ten years old, and worsened as time goes on—but she knows this. the two of you used to be civil classmates, until he hit puberty and began to think with the head of his penis instead of the head that sits on his spine.

argument after argument, fight after fight, the two of you have grown from the bickering, these days opting to nothing but the silent treatment for one another, but he hasn't changed. he's always seen with a posse of girls surrounding him, and never seen without a cocky smirk on his face.

it's often that you spare him with nothing but a glare in the hallways, not deeming him worthy enough to even hear you speak. he doesn't deserve your energy nor your time.

but doing a project with each other will take a lot more out of you than a little bit of energy and time. if you fail to work with donghyuck, you won't pass the semester, nor gain the necessary credit you need to graduate.

he’s always had it out for you— his side of the feud had stemmed from the way you constantly rose above him academically; no matter how good his grades were, yours were always better, and second place isn't somewhere lee donghyuck likes to be.

frequently, while you want to strangle him because he's evil, he wants to strangle you because you're just so damn cute when you're angry. now don't get him wrong, you're an absolute bitch to him, and words hurt. he really was furious at you in most of your arguments and fights, but he can't deny the twitch in his pants every time your face contorts into a fussy reaction for all of his teases and ministrations.

above all, to you, donghyuck may believe you're a demonic spawn from hell; but if you're one thing, it's a good student. because there you were, sitting on the beer stained living room carpet of the neo fraternity house, and trying to put the past behind you.

donghyuck was rustling around in the kitchen, every now and then calling a question over his shoulder, "is tomato a fruit or a vegetable? answer me dumbass." and every senior who entered the front door would eye you either suspiciously or with dark intention. an intention you'd soon figure out when jung jaehyun was cornering you in the frat house bathroom.

so maybe you extended yourself a little too far by agreeing to study at donghyucks place, but inviting him to yours would prove to be much worse.

—

its been nearly a week into the project, and you and donghyuck have done next to nothing when it comes to brainstorming and rough drafting the research paper. you're growing anxious about the final grade you could receive and the importance it holds in your future.

but the frustration didn't keep just you awake all night, donghyuck was up, laid back in bed,  and recalling the way you'd raised your voice at him earlier that day.

you roughly explained your worries to him, cute little eyebrows furrowed with discomfort, and you told him that he needs to be pulling his weight in this project.

"use your brain! if you even have one." you flicked at his forehead, and he actually enjoyed the electric jolt of pain your finger left on his skin, and the way your insult clawed at his heart strings. he smiles to himself in bed, 'heart strings', thinking of how you'd probably say that he doesn't have those either.

perhaps it's irresponsible, but donghyuck isn't too worried about this project grade; because if he goes down— you're going down with him. and maybe, just maybe, if he can annoy you enough through this experience, perhaps little miss perfect will get her first C+ score.

behind his eyelids he recalls your lips, pursed in frustration, and your chest heaved up and down in anger, breasts squeezed together and displayed to him from the way you leant down. donghyuck squeezes his eyes together, and to the memory, reaches a hand down to palm at himself over his boxers.

this isn't the first time he's touched himself to the thought of you. it's actually quite often that your blazing fury swirls into a white hot need in the pit of his stomach.

you could hate him with every fiber of your being, but it would only further his fantasy of fucking you. you'd be so angry, yet so needy at the same time, and he'd get you to admit that you must not hate him that much; if his cock was inside you right now.

he grinds into his hand a couple of times, and it's just as the erotic pleasure begins to rush through his veins that it hits him, an idea for the project.

—

the next night, he shows up at your door with a handful of groceries, brown paper bags filled to the brim with fruits and vegetables. "sup bitch!" he cheerily beams at you, immediately gaining a frown in return. "it's me, your lord and savior, here with a present."

you sigh loudly, grabbing a bag out of his hands and turning away from him in pursuit of the kitchen, grimacing along to his nonsensical blabber as if it sounds like nails on a chalkboard to your ears.

you're about to grill him out of annoyance, but what he says next stops you in your tracks, both mentally and physically. "don't thank me just yet, I still haven't told you about the perfect project idea I've come up with."

you spin to face him, taking a drink of coconut milk you've stolen from one of the grocery bags. his slender arm is leaning against the countertop and a confident smirk is painted across his features, "masturbation" he says simply.

just as the words leave his mouth, the milk leaves yours, and you're spitting the drink all over the kitchen tiles. "excuse me?" you squeal, face red with embarrassment at his vulgarity, and donghyuck is laughing harder than he ever has before, head tilted backwards and smiling widely.

"you're such a dick!" you land a punch onto his shoulder and grab a handful of paper towels to clean up the mess. as you glare up at him, he's grasping his skin with a wince, "I thought you were serious. you know how important this project is for me."

at the sound of your words, the expression of joy is suddenly washed from donghyucks face, mouth still agape, but now in a surprised '0' shape. "I am serious!" he retorts challengingly.

when you respond with nothing but a scowl, he continues to defend himself. "our research paper can be a sex educational experiment, covering which fruits and vegetables are best for male and female masturbation!"

you scoff out a laugh in disbelief, rolling your eyes as you stand to your feet, nearly gagging at the mere sound of his voice. "nice, donghyuck nice, you really think professor park will take us seriously with a project like that?!"

he takes a step toward you, lips pursed into a pout as he argues, "I already ran it by her, she finds the concept to be unique and challenging!" there's a twinge of light in his voice, as if he's using aegyo to persuade you into his perverted plan. "what? is little-miss-perfect-student not up for the challenge?"

"I don't know.." you trail off, eyeing the vegetables that sit over the kitchen counter, a cucumber peeking it's way out of the brown paper bag.

it's girthy and long, you shiver at the thought of it, large enough to be painful if inserted inside of your— "it's our only idea, and we have to start this project before we run out of time, so what do you say dumbass?" donghyuck pokes, once again stepping toward you.

"it's gross." you state, and donghyuck immediately rebuttals, "it's bold!"

you raise your voice, "it's strange." your tone is stern. "it's daring!" his tone is bright, like the grin on his face.

"I'm not doing it!" you throw the paper towel, soiled with spit-out coconut milk, right into his chest, leaving a dark stain on his grey shirt.

he glances down at the damp spot, and then back up at you, eyes dark and expression unreadable. he's so close to you now, after the two steps he'd taken before, you have to tilt your head upwards to face him. your heart begins to race, unsure if he's about to land a punch on your jaw, or hurt your feelings with the worst insult you'll ever receive by ear.

"listen," he speaks, voice deep and surprisingly calm in order to reason with you, "we need to start this project," he pauses for dramatic effect, "tonight."

you nod your head in agreement, not breaking eye contact. "so we start it." he continues, "if you come up with a better idea by the end of the school week, we can do that one instead."

the idea is tempting, donghyuck giving you just enough leverage to feel in charge, lending you a challenge for the week, to prove his idea to be stupid, and lesser to one that you can come up with.

"deal?" he asks when your respond with nothing but silence. "fine, deal." and the evil smirk he flashes around his perfect teeth has you regretting your decision.

—

the next twenty-four hours proved to be quite difficult for you. not only were you unsuccessful in racking your brain for any project ideas, but it bled it's way into your school work, and you didn't pay attention in any of your other classes.

donghyuck shows up to your dorm with his laptop in hand and a pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. he plops down onto the couch and illuminates himself in the blue-lit screen.

"so—" he begins, glancing up at you for a second as he types away at the computer keys, "what is your experience with masturbation?"

"what the fuck?! jumping straight to the point are we? at least take me out first." you yelp, grabbing two water bottles from the refrigerator, allowing cool air to blow on your now flushed face.

"come on it’s for the project!" he annoyedly calls over his shoulder back at you, and you plop down onto the floor in front of him, separated by nothing but the coffee table.

"come onnn! a total slut like you has to have some insight." he murmurs, the words coming out of his mouth— so mean, but a playful pout sits over his lips, as if he's suppressing a smile.

you stare up at him, doe eyes unsure of what to respond with. "i'm not a slut." you state, causing a smirk to crawl its way onto his lips. "oh yeah?" he pokes, and your heart sinks in your chest before he can continue.

"is that why you let mark take your virginity sophomore year?" he asks, pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose, "how about the time you had that fling with doyoung, but you cheated on him at the senior party?" his tongue swipes out to lick at his lower lip, and he crosses his arms to await your response.

your blood begins to boil, the scowl on your face growing nastier with every word he speaks. "of course I let mark," you stand to your knees, "my boyfriend," you yell, "take that from me— we'd been dating for nearly a year!"

donghyuck feels small as you point your finger in his face, but he's basking in every moment of it. getting a reaction out of you was his only goal, and here the dominoes fall.

"and doyoung?" you continue, tone laced with sass, "fuck him! I never cheated on him." you mimic him by folding your arms over your chest, and with a final mutter, "we weren't an official couple, nor did we agree to be exclusive."

donghyuck shakes his head, letting out a few cocky chuckles beneath his breath, and then reverts his eyes to the laptop screen, "whatever you say, let's get started."

"fine, I've never masturbated with anything before—" you attempt to admit, yet he's already typing away at the keys and speaking once again. but it isn't false, what you've said, fingers aside, you've never masturbated with an object.

"slut." he states factually, dismissing you completely, "anyway! it's pretty obvious that fruits are better for male masturbation and vegetables are better for female masturbation." and you once again grimace at the vulgarity of his words. "I think we should focus on both citrus and melon families, and the marrow and root families."

you're annoyed he's changed the subject, but grateful you don't have to speak about your own masturbational preferences anymore— as of the moment.

he gets up from the couch and makes his way over to your fridge, opening it up and letting himself in, ignoring the scoff you release at him for it. he sets the coffee table with various produce, a large grapefruit, a small watermelon, a long cucumber, a green squash, and a pointy carrot.

"so, which one catches your eye first?" he asks, his slender hand hovering above the vegetables to display your options.

"you mean—," you mumble out, unnerved by his question, "to masturbate with?" and he laughs loudly, making you wish to soak into the carpet like liquid. "yes! which one do you think would work best for your pleasure?" he's smiling across the floor from you.

he waits as you scan the table with your eyes. the cucumber is long and thick, while the carrot is thin and pointy, and to be truthful, you find it hard to believe that either of them would be pleasant to have inside of you. "the squash." you mutter.

"why?" he gently asks in return, his voice high and airy, all sweetened up just for you. "the cucumber is too big, and the carrot is too sharp." the words mumble out of your mouth, and he smiles widely at your innocence.

"too big?" he questions, his tone impossibly quieter than before, and he wraps his fingers around the cucumber. it's similar in size to his own cock, and his body tingles in excitement at your worries. a new fantasy has popped into his head now, and he'll definitely dream ruining you with the size of his penis for the next few weeks.

"how would these," you hesitantly speak, changing the subject from your vegetables to his fruits, "even work for males?" the words stutter out, making donghyuck laugh.

"well," he picks up the grapefruit in his palm, "you carve a hole into the middle," he glances up at you from beneath a pair of long eyelashes and the glass of his spectacles, "and put it in the microwave to warm it up."

you must have a disgusted look on your face by the way he chuckles again, "do you understand, or should I go more in detail?"

"I get it." you snap, suddenly feeling rushed and glancing at the clock, it's getting late, you have plans tomorrow, and you still have homework to do. "lets finish up here for the night."

donghyuck nods his head, a small grin still playing on his lips. "I'll take my grapefruit with me as I go, and leave you and mr.squash alone together." he wiggles his eyebrows, and you shuffle on your knees, immediately groaning back at him. "get out of my apartment you perv."

if you're honest, a tiny part of you feels excited to pleasure yourself with something you'd never thought of before. it's true that you've never masturbated with an object of any sort, only your fingers, and the imaginable stretch this vegetable could give you is already sending waves down to your core.

donghyuck on the other hand, is just as eager, if not more, to get his hands on this project tonight. in fact, when he gets outside to his car, he's ready to speed home and get started.

he's already halfway hard just from the way you spoke to him earlier. not only were you aggressive to him when debunking the rumors, but the topic of sleeping with mark, and who's ever been able to touch you—it has him wishing he was in their shoes.

you're continuing to run through donghyuck's mind as he drives home. he didn't realize you were so pure, he wants to destroy you, in truth, he wants to send you a teasing text message right now, just to see your aggravated response. so as soon as he parks the car outside of his fraternity home, he does just that.

11:41 PM

lee donghyuck: plans tonight? a vegetable orgy perhaps?

he enters the fraternity house, keys in hand, phone in back pocket, wallet in— where's his wallet?

"shit." he breathily curses, jogging up the stairs to his empty room. his roommate johnny must be out for the night, bed made neatly in the corner.

donghyuck plops into his own bed and dials your number, now growing anxious about his missing wallet.

"what do you want donghyuck?!" you sound angry, well, angrier than usual, and if he listens closely, your breathing is labored, as if you'd just done something strenuous.

"don't be a bitch, I just have a question," he says coldly, "did I happen to leave my wallet at your place?"

you groan throatily from the other end of the phone line, and haechan smirks in reaction, happy to be of inconvenience. a soft shuffling rustles through his speakers, and you're annoyedly stopping down the hallway to your kitchen.

his leather platted wallet sits quaintly over the counter top, and you sigh loudly enough for him to hear. "yes it's here, I'll be sure to chuck it at your head in class tomorrow." you sneer, and donghyuck scoffs back an "okay, but I know how much money is in there, so don't even think about stealing any."

you're on your way back to your bedroom when you respond, "fuck you donghyuck, I changed my mind, I'm gonna give it to a homeless man on my way to class."

and before he gets a chance to bite back, you throw the phone onto your bed sheets and snuggle right back in to where you were before he called.

he however, is still on the other end of the line, snarking an unheard comeback into the speaker like his life depends on it. he's completely unaware that the phone has just landed next to a vegetable, the squash, which is laying over the bedsheets in preparation to be used.

once he finishes speaking, he's confused as to why you haven't hung up, because the phone call is racking up the minutes before his eyes, yet nothing but a simple rustling noise comes through the speakers.

before his interruption, you were stroking yourself with the vegetable, experimenting with it like the research project entails for you to. so here you are again, and it's difficult, you find yourself whining out loud when it won't fit inside you, stretching the outside of your hole with a sharp burning pain.

donghyuck inhales sharply when he hears you, that soft angelic whimper escaping your throat— he can only imagine it to be one thing. is there someone there with you? are you touching yourself? do you know he's still on the line? the questions fly through his brain.

it isn't until you whine to yourself "too big," that he really understands what's happening on the other end of the phone. the vegetable.

donghyucks heart races, recalling the size of the green squash in his brain, it wasn't even that large. oh my god, you really have never masturbated with an object before. even though he'd heard you say so earlier, he ignored it out of pure disbelief.

yet now that he knows, he can't bare to hear your despair over the phone, he wants to educate you, he's desperate to help you pleasure yourself in your tiny and untouched hole.

he doesn't want to hang up the phone, but the angel on his shoulder reminds him how dirty and wrong the situation may be. you had to have meant to hang up the phone, there's no way, as much as he wishes there was, that you'd left him on the line on purpose.

so the little red end button is tapped by his finger, and it swiftly makes way to the keyboard, typing out yet another text message for you.

11:41 PM

lee donghyuck: plans tonight? a vegetable orgy perhaps?

12:03 AM

lee donghyuck: you can't make yourself feel good with something so big, unless you warm up first. start with your fingers, take your time, stretch yourself out.

he watches closely as the text bubble delivers, and a heavy fog sits in his bedroom air. the fact that he heard you whimper at the mercy of unreachable pleasure, and knowing that you're masturbating in this current moment in time— it's done something to donghyuck, obvious by the imprint of his hard cock in his sweatpants, and the rapid racing beat of his heart.

—

in the morning, you feel physically ill, when recalling the events from the night before. donghyucks text message had buzzed your phone to life, and your stomach dropped as you read it. there's no way he could've guessed that masturbating is what you'd been doing before and after answering his phone call, and by the amount of minutes the caller ID racked up, you knew exactly what happened.

he heard you. masturbating. with a squash.

in hindsight, it isn't that big of a deal, this is your research project, after all. and donghyuck will need to fuck a food just as well you will, but the fact that he heard you and so nonchalantly gave you advice about it, its so embarrassing.

you cant go into class today, not with this on your conscience, and especially not with the blackmail that the infamous lee donghyuck is now equipped with.

you'll have to switch schools, better yet, you'll have to change your name.

donghyuck was confused when he entered the classroom, actually slightly excited to see you at your desk, only to find it vacant and cold in lack of your presence. even professor park herself asked the students if they'd seen you on campus today, worried by the disruption in your perfect attendance.

donghyuck reaches for his cellphone, immediately typing out a text for you, the third text within twelve hours actually.

11:41 PM

lee donghyuck: plans tonight? a vegetable orgy perhaps?

12:03 AM

lee donghyuck: you can't make yourself feel good with something so big, unless you warm up first. start with your fingers, take your time, stretch yourself out.

10:02 AM

lee donghyuck: where are you?

you stare at the text as it buzzes it's way onto your home screen, nausea pooling it's way into your stomach. you knew you hated donghyucks project idea, but you had no idea that it was going to be this gut wrenchingly awful to execute. so you ignore the message—all day.

tonight's plans consist of a wedding, a beautiful reception for your wonderful cousin and the man she loves. and while you're elated for their happiness, you find yourself most excited to take place at the open bar all night.

so here you are, downing your fourth lemon drop shot and ordering yet another glass of rosé champagne from an old female bartender. the ceremony was gorgeous, so was your cousin, and now that she's wedded, the guests are celebrating, you included, until you hear an agitating-ly familiar voice from down the bar.

"can I get another bottle of soju?" donghyuck slurs, leaning over the black countertop to an older bartender. he seems reluctant to give donghyuck what he asks for, but does it anyway.

a sober you would've ducked your head and ran the other way to avoid donghyuck, but drunk you, "what the fuck are you doing here?" blurts out harshly, also slurring your words.

his reaction time is slowed when he turns to you, proving him also to be very tipsy. "what the hell?" he grits his teeth, "the groom is my brothers best friend, why the fuck are you here?"

oh but of course. what an inconvenient coincidence.

"the bride is my cousin, so I'm family. that means I'm more important." the words barely make sense as they string together when leaving your lips. "you should leave." you state, turning away and stomping back toward a dinner table.

donghyuck can't help but glance at your body in the little blue dress you threw on for tonight's event, it flows cutely in the wind behind you as you stumble away in your high heels. he almost chuckles, until he remembers the way you ghosted him all day.

"excuse me?" he hisses, now stumbling after you. "can you rethink the way you're speaking to me lately? I'm a person too you know." he grasps onto your wrist, but you wriggle away from his touch and plop into a dining chair.

it only takes half a second for him to join you, sitting in the seat directly next to yours. "I really enjoyed your response to my texts, by the way. It was really great, super well thought out, had great diction and outstanding sentence structure, I was appalled by your greatness—" he rambles on and on sarcastically about the read receipts and lack of responses left beneath his messages.

"shut the fuck up!" you lean forward to confidently yell in his face, the gutsy move supported by the alcohol in your veins. your heads are close, and donghyucks eyes widen by the fury in your tone.

"if you're trying to hound me about the project—don't." you warn, breath still close enough to fan donghyucks face. "I'm done talking about it with you. from now on, I'll do my part, and you do yours. that's it." a pout sits over your lips when you lean back into the chair and take a large sip of your drink.

donghyuck is dumbfounded by your words, but resonates with them nonetheless. he crossed a boundary with you, and understands the place you're coming from. you've worked together enough so far, and can finish the research paper without discussing the— intricacies.

the rounded table falls silent, each chair vacant, nothing but purses and jackets left by party guests who now reside on the dance floor. you stare into the middle of the white tablecloth, eyes now focused on the fruit tray appetizer sitting in the middle of it.

"I love pineapple." you drunkenly state through the silence, now gripping a tiny chunk of the fruit between your fingers.

the argument is over, and donghyuck watches as you examine the snack and plop it between your lips, painted such a pretty pink color. he wants to laugh at the way you've just went from screaming at him to contently munching on appetizers. "it's alright. I like strawberry better."

your eyes widen in disbelief, cheeks full of pineapple when you debate the matter of his opinion. "what?! pineapple is so much better! it has so many interesting benefits also. did you know that it promotes reproductive health?"

"benefits?" he leans closer, watching as you pick up yet another piece of the yellow fruit. a sober donghyuck would do his own research and try his best to correct the way you're educating him right now, but drunk donghyuck would rather question it blindly.

"yes," you stare back at him, chewing the juicy texture with happiness, "eating it makes oral sex taste better."

his already flushed cheeks are now burning with saturation, and he smiles at your words. "that's such a myth." a giggle leaves his lips beneath his giddy and crescent shaped eyes, and you sit forward in shock.

that's it. a new project idea that totally trumps his flop masturbation idea, and will get you out of it entirely.

"wanna bet? let's research it." you're now facing him straight on, and there's a curious glint in his foggy and intoxicated eyes. he sits back, once again taking in the way the blue dress compliments your figure. “how?”

who knew that a drunk you could think of a project idea much faster than a sober you ever could.

maybe it’s the way donghyucks brunette hair is disheveled around his forehead, or the way his voice has dropped several octaves to a sexy husk, it could be nothing but the lustful look in his eyes.

but whatever it may be, has curated a need inside of you that you never thought you’d form. “follow me, and I’ll show you.”

———★———★———★———★———★———

part 2 coming soon! ( much quicker than part 1 did, sorry for the wait )

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[anonymouscheeses]

Vaggie and Valentino are connected and no one has been talking about it (I think 😭)

Brutha. I've always known this but like these two are surface level similar yet so SO SO SOOOO different its terrifying.

Question might be, why tf am I comparing the r*pist and the beautiful, gorgeous, fantastic, inspiring, humble, generous, smeggsy, former angel?

Simply because they are both moth demon's that speak Spanish. It's a bit too specific. And rlly that's kind of all I have right now. Sure, you could say "erm actually, Vaggie isn't a moth demon 🤓" and ur probably right. But if she's not, why is it that in her redesign for the show they lean into the moth hair? It's look much MUCH more moth than in the pilot. So if Viv wanted to stray away from the moth theme, why make it look more like that? She may not he exactly a moth demon but she does have intentional moth features. Perhaps Vaggie just disguised herself like that, either way, still a connection..

I would get it if one of them were in helluva boss jst as a way to recycle and make room or whatever. But no, they are in the same show, same world, same ring of hell, same city(I think). It's a weird connection and I kind of don't want it to exist. Like at all. Because if they are connected I can't think of any other way they are except that Val could be a fallen angel. Which I CANT imagine. Unless Vaggie is like, a winner that became an exterminator, but genuinely that would be a bit complex. But what isn't in this show. Then again, Adam said he created her, or that could be a metaphor for that Vaggie was never noticed as a human and just brushed off to the side so therefore Adam "created" her (created a name and image/status of her). But that's unlikely, I don't they would be that smart lmao.

Personality wise, they both have anger issues. Pilot Vaggie and show Valentino are more alike but show Vaggie is still somewhat spicy. They also both have hot voices, sorry not sorry, like fuck Val (not literally) but his voice is BAZINGA 😍 and I'm a simp for Stephanie Beatriz. I'm a simple gal.

Design wise they have rare commonalities. They are both heavily red but thats everyone in the show it make my eyes bleed. But. A weird thing someone pointed out in a slideshow on tiktok is that show Valentino has white stripes on his hips. Me personally I'm not sure what to think about it really. Like I mean it IS a new detail that spawned AFTER the pilot and it is like... on the EXACT place. But like, it's such a weird thing to include when it's such a common pose yknow?

Also the X's on the boobs are so sensual I cannot be the only one. And ykno Val is the king of sensual (🤮)

Maybe you could be asking, "if Val and Vaggie r connected jst because they are moth demons then that jst means that anyone that are the same species are somehow tied to eachother huh? 🤓" like Angel Dust and Zestial. But what I think differs from that is the fact these two have actual big similarities apart from jst the fact they are moths. Like what I just explained, personality, design, both speak Spanish. While Angel Dust and Zestial are only just both spiders. Angel's reason for being a spider is due to the ykno, "web of crime" thing. And Zesty man? Idk he probably got bit and fucking died by a poisonous spider. I mean, health shit wasn't exactly great back in his ye olde time.

For Val and Vaggie we have NO idea why they are moths

But I did find this! From google AI.....? (I didn't even know that was a thing..) but, I think it's true. It explains the dynamic with Angel alot and I think that's an interesting detail.

Which could also apply to Vaggie because of her hyper-dependency on Charlie.

Plus this fits Vaggie so. SO much. If my theory that Vaggie just disguised herself as a moth to blend in then that would be a good connection to the entire moth motif. Love, I don't even need to explain.

It can fit Val too if you think abt the disguise part a bit. Like he disguises himself as this charming and calming figure to avoid suspicion and lure victims... fucking creepy 🤮

Also in Vaggie's past designs she was more moth.

Here is like. ONE image I could find that wasn't too blurry. Like I wouldn't say it's heavy moth but I think if you asked me what insect she was based off I would guess moth in like a few minutes. The colors being dark, the fluffy legwarmers. Yum, that's a mothy. (THIS DESIGN YHO KINDA PISSES ME OFF. WHY IS THERE THE FEMALE SIGN OK HER SHIRY I THOUGHT SHE WAS STRAIGHT IN THIS VER??? also str8 vaggie scares me don't ever bring up that thing around me. They are NOT the same. #notmyvagina)

From what I know there aren't any previous old beta designs of Valentino, so he was likely made for the show specifically.

Overall, they are both sexy Spanish speakers who are moth demons, in the same show, oddly specific connected design choices, and have some anger issues.

Oh also they both hate Angel Dust 💜

[mcyt-builds-contest]

The Dragon Egg Vault

Contained : The Dragon Egg

Series : Lifesteal SMP Season 5

Propaganda : It's built at spawn with the sole purpose of containing the server's dragon egg. All of the material gathering and construction were done in 6 days. It's HEAVILY booby trapped, to the point where it's basically impossible to retrieve the egg.

The castle of Time

Contained : LDShadowlady, ch!Mabel, ch!Olm, ch!Belial

Series : Avid Adventures

Propaganda : Built by the incredibly talented LeonSBU and... corrupted...? into a full time-warping dungeon by the command block genius AvidMC, the Haunted Castle is a location dedicated to LDShadowLady and full to the brim with traps, puzzles, and straight-up time travel. Its decor is both fitting and functional, and both versions of it are incredibly cool-looking -- to say nothing of the Abyss below! ...Oh, right, as for why it's a prison? There's a place called the Abyss in the lore of the Shrouded Isles, home to some of the most dangerous entities in existence. The dark god Olm was trapped there before being freed, where they then proceeded to unleash eras of terror on various civilizations, outright destroying an entire one and slowly corrupting the key people of another. The demon Belial was also kept there, and when forced out of this prison by Olm proceeded to wreak havoc on the citizenry of Cloud's Rest, which still bears the scarring and curses from his attack.  It's unclear or unknown what exactly Mabel, the Queen of Ghasts and boss of the Haunted Castle, can do... but whatever it is, it caused her to be considered so dangerous that she wasn't just kept trapped in the Abyss, but assigned three separate jailers and imprisoned further within the Castle of Time until, well, the end of Time itself. (Lizzie also very confidently declares that Mabel is an evil alternate future version of herself. I don't know what this implies. 🎶Haunted castle at the end of time!🎶

[generalpalacefishgoop]

Demon lore w/ Tina, Mouse and Em

TinaKitten twitch VOD ID : 2052327269 (QSMP!! IS!! BACK!!! QSMP 2024!!! 03-Feb-2024)

(pls let me know if I've missed anything else)

Em tells Tina how she lost her first life, Tina comforts her, vowing to kill them all, but seems appalled (or shocked?) that Em wants to become a demon as well. She tries to talk her out of it but the server crashed lmao.

Tina :"Mom will kill all of them, don't worry. Every single one of them, ok? Mom will paint the walls red, don't worry."

Em :"thats why i wanna be a demon then i can live with you forever"

Tina : *shocked* "...ooohh...uhh...I've always wanted to not be, but I've never thought about it that way. Immortality is lonely you know, it's lonely, it's not...bad...but you know they say demons have to, you know, usually um, terrible things had to have happened for them to become- what the fuck"

(end of clip)

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Shortly after, they met up with Mouse.

Tina, Mouse, and Em discovers a Nether portal. Mouse goes in. Tina looks back at Em.

Em :*shakes head*

Tina :"Ok, you’re right. That’s a bad idea. I’m not ready to got home anyways. Let’s go, let’s go over yonder. Um-"

Em :*hits Tina*

Tina :"Woah! God, you pack a punch, little one. Gee-whiz."

Em :"what do you mean home? :O"

Tina :"Um…I mean you know…*wink wink*"

Em :"wait eomma don’t tell me o-o"

Tina :"Ok, I won’t."

Em :*fall into pieces*

Tina :"Was that reverse psychology? What was that? That’s never worked on me, never."

Em :"are you like mami mouse? :O"

Tina :"Um in some ways..only-only a little but-but not exactly in the way that she is. She’s a bit more proud, you know? She’s a bit more proud."

Em :"oh are you not happy to be a demon? :("

Tina :"Of course not honey, most of them aren’t…well….…if they are aware…then-then maybe um they wouldn’t be. A lot of them are blissfully ignorant, you know? They like their ways."

Em :"do you think its bad to be one?"

Tina :"Mm, that’s a good question…"

Mouse comes back (she ended up at spawn, nether is currently disabled)

Tina :"Do you think it’s bad to be a demon?"

Mouse :"Of course not."

Tina :"See? Some of them are very proud."

Mouse :"Wait, why are you asking Empanada? Did you-"

Tina :"She just asked me if-if demons are proud to be them, then I said, sometimes they are"

Mouse :"Of course! I’m super proud to be a demon!"

Tina :"Yeah!"

Em :"but what is YOUR opinion"

Tina :"Um *ahem* well, if ,you know, if-if I were to be within that branch, within that family tree, I would not be proud, because they’re evil incarnate, you see? They’re bad."

Mouse :"We’re not evil incarnate! What are you talking about?"

Tina :”Oh….you don’t think so?”

Mouse :”There’s a difference between being turned into a demon and being born as a demon. If you’re turned into a demon, you’re evil! If you’re born a demon, you’re not evil at all! It’s just who you are!”

Tina :”Oh well….ok well….doesn’t that just solve a lot of our questions…"

Mouse :"Damn right it does."

Em :"oh so oh"

Tina :*mm-hm* *mm-hm* "We nod, we nod and press on, and we don’t-we don’t-we don’t-we don’t go around talking about it, you know?"

Mouse :"You should be proud of who you are."

Tina :"I’m just Tina."

Em :"i’m confused :("

Tina :"It’s ok, it’s not for us to solve today. Today, all we have to do is build a house, you know?"

Same day, a few hours after...Bad and Dapper also did some demon lore but it was less...heavy? lol it was silly....one about demon blood and.....giving birth...

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

A demon's victims

Summary: You're a demon in the year 2023 and all you want is some fun and a new girl, well exactly what your looking for walks into a cafe you were occupying, maybe your hundreds of years of being around was finally about to pay off, especially when Wanda's ex interrupts you

Also demons are known in this universe but they're not just walking around, so it's still a little unusual seeing them around

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff (platonic/best friends), Wanda Maximoff/Demon!Reader, Natasha Romanoff/Demon!Maria Hill

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Demon!Reader, Demon!Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff, Loki

Warnings: Minors DNI! Blood, swearing, talking about Smut (no actual smut, not yet ;)) Let me know if I've missed anything

Words: 3,900

A/N: There will be a part two but I don't know when it'll come out, probably soon though

“She’s so pretty” you looked across the room at the lovely brunette that just walked in, looking around nervously but when her eyes finally settled on who she was looking for her body relaxed and she smiled making her way over to her friend

Loki scoffed as he watched you basically drool over a stranger “don’t you have any dignity?”

“Says the riddler knock off to the spawn of satan” you spared a glance to the man giving him a wink and looking back at the woman now sat with her friend laughing about something

“So what’s your plan? Stare at her like you’re in a romance movie until she falls in love with how possessive and crazy you are?”

“Hey! I’m not crazy” you said taking the brownie from the man’s plate and eating it

“But you are possessive?”

You laughed “damn right I am, what’s mine is mine and no one can take those things from me” your head perked back up after hearing her laugh again “and I can’t wait to have her all to myself”

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“Nat stop you’re too funny!”

“I'm not lying though Wanda! He's so robotic, did it feel like doing it with a toaster?"

Wanda shoved Nat playfully getting her out of the solum mood she was in "seriously Wanda I am sorry about the whole thing, but maybe its for the best, let's go out tonight!"

"Oh I don't think-

Nat carried on "shh its gonna be great there's a club near here, and we'll definitely be there"

Wanda sighed but agreed none the less "okay sure, yeah it'll be fun"

You smiled overhearing the whole conversation and turning to Loki

"Time to get your dancing shoes on"

He groaned "why do I have to go with you?"

"My wingman"

"You have your own wings Y/n I don't need to hold them"

You really didn't think you'd have to explain a simple sentence to a man younger than you

"Loki I'm thousands of years older than you why do you act older than me?"

"Just to piss you off"

The music was way too loud for you and you absolutely hated it but anything for a pretty woman

"Fix your face Y/n" Loki pushed a drink into your hand bringing you out of your thoughts "I will when she walks in, we've been here 2 hours and she hasn't come yet"

"Don't be so sad my little demon, look who just walked in" Loki gestured to the door and you quickly spun to look and see Wanda and her friend walk in "oh wow, she looks incredible"

Loki scoffed "she's in jeans and a t-shirt"

"You're wearing khakis you dork" you spat back but the man just laughed "yes but I'm not trying to manipulate a woman"

You rolled your eyes " not manipulation, more like coercion using my incredible flirting skills"

"Well go on then, go and get your little victim"

You straightened yourself up downing the rest of your drink and kissing Loki on the cheek to which he pushed you away quickly "you know I hate when you touch me!"

"I love you too my green obsessed little weirdo"

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"So you're completely sure you're not looking for anything?"

Nat had been looking between Wanda and a figure in the corner when she asked and Wanda looked at her oddly "why do you ask? And who are you looking at?" Wanda spun around searching for the figure and her eyes landed on you

You blew her a kiss in response and a wink making the woman blush and Nat giggle, turning around she slapped Nat on the arm "hey! That hurt" Nat joked "She's been staring at you ever since we came in"

Wanda smiled "do you think she likes me?"

Nat rolled her eyes "Wanda I mean this in the best possible way, it doesn't matter if she likes you likes you, she probably just wants to fuck you and that's fine! Go have fun"

"Nat! Why do have to be so crass?" She turned around again taking a glance at you, when you waved back she turned back and took a deep breath "okay I think I'm gonna go over" she didn't move and that made Nat laugh

"Wands you actually need get up and do something"

She shook her head "I can't"

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"Bless her, she's nervous, good that'll make her blood taste better"

"I don't know what you're narrating but it's weird" Loki slid up to you pulling you out of your thoughts and you jolted "dude! I was in the zone"

"That was awful never say those words again"

"Anyway, see you later" you started walking over the two looking to the bartender for two whiskeys which you picked up on the way

"Hey pretty ladies, whiskey for you both?" You placed the drinks down onto the table standing above Wanda seeing the blush crawl up her neck

"Why thank you handsome" Nat graciously took the drink taking a sip "mhmm sweet, thanks"

You offered her a sweet smile "only sweet drinks for some sweet ladies"

You watched the two exchange glances back and forth and decided to take the first move placing your hand on Wanda's shoulder feeling her tense "are you okay princess? You seem a little tense, do you need some air?"

When she didn't answer Nat answered for her "she definitely needs some air, I trust you to take care of my girl"

"I'll return her in perfect condition"

Nat nudged Wanda making her jump up and practically in your arms making you laugh "a little jumpy? Come on?"

You looked to her friend

"She's called Wanda and I'm Nat"

You thanked her "thanks Natalia, I'm Y/n, come on Wanda"

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She hadn't said anything since you took her outside "are you okay Wanda?"

She quickly nodded "y-yeah I'm okay just nervous I guess"

You smiled holding in a laugh "there's nothing to be nervous of, I do want to say you're very pretty"

She looked up at you and you put your hand on her face stroking her cheek with your thumb

"You think I'm pretty?"

You nodded "I think you're fucking beautiful actually"

She smiled pushing forward to kiss you suddenly making you pull back suddenly, something you definitely didn't want to do looking at her now shocked face

"Oh god I'm so sorry-

You shushed her with your finger "no no Wanda it's okay I just wasn't expecting you to be so forward"

She started shivering and you pulled off your jacket giving it to her "let's go back inside, if you still want to suck face there's a private room I have a key too"

Wanda smiled at you hugging the jacket tighter around herself "this is not going as well as I thought it would do, I've just come out of a 4 year relationship with a man"

You chuckled "you're so cute, if you want to take things slow I understand"

She shook her head "no no I need to do something stupid"

"Trust me I am so stupid, I didn't even know my best friend was flirting with me until they flat out asked to sleep with me"

Wanda looked at you oddly

"Oh I didn't sleep with him, definitely not into men, anyway come on it's going to rain"

You led her back into the building but instead of going back to her table you directed her through a small room closing the door behind you both

Wanda looked around the small room admiring the small amount of light throughout the room and the small refrigerator

"Theres some water in there if you want one" you said sitting down on the small couch leaving a space for Wanda which she took gladly scooting herself close enough to you that she was basically on your lap so you decided to fill the gap pulling her onto your lap straddling you making her squeal

"Y/n!" She laughed grabbing your shoulders to keep from falling and nuzzled her face in your neck

"You were practically on my knee anyway so why not?"

There was a nice silence that filled the air for a few moments before Wanda lent forward asking to kiss you this time, you smirked and lent forward connecting your lips, soft as first but then turned hungry with both of you fighting for dominance, you won that battle when your fingers dug into her hips and she gasped letting your tongue in

When air finally became a problem, for Wanda at least, you and your demon lungs couldn't care less, she pulled back breathing heavily "woah, you're great at kissing"

You both laughed still keeping close to each other "so, am I better than a man?"

She lightly slapped your arm "don't bring him up when I'm straddling you"

There was a sharp knock on the door making you both jump and Wanda quickly eft your lap much to your dismay "I'm killing whoever just interrupted us"

begrudgingly you got up and opened the door and it slammed opened nearly knocking you over

"Wanda what the fuck are you doing with this fuck girl?!"

The man stormed in with a stressed looking Natasha behind him, when you glanced at her she mouthed a sorry

"hey woah who the fuck are you?" You tried remaining calm but this douchebag wasn't helping you

You looked to Wanda who was looking to the floor scared to say anything so you tried again "hey dickhead!" He finally looked at you "are you her ex?"

He rolled his eyes "we're on a break but she didn't say anything about fucking other people"

Nat scurried behind you hugging Wanda close while you dealt with the situation "okay well I was under the impression that you two broke up and I'll be honest by the look of Wanda right now she's right"

He scoffed squaring up to you and you had to hold back a laugh "oooh big man are you? How about you calm down and just take a fucking seat"

He didn't listen and pushed you

"Ooooh okay I see how this is going to go" you laughed pushing him back to the ground with strength that surprised him "what the hell?"

Your eyes glowed red as you knelt down to him close and growled "you need to stay away from Wanda, if I hear you have come anywhere near her I will make it my mission to make you so fucking miserable for the rest of your pitiful life and it won't be a long life trust me"

To Wanda and Nat they couldn't hear anything you were saying and Wanda was getting nervous "what's happening?"

"I don't know Wands, it'll be okay though, were you enjoying yourself before we barged in?"

The woman blushed and Nat resisted shouting in joy instead whisper shouting "oooooh you little devil, I don't blame you, she's really hot"

At that moment Wanda's ex jumped up and bolted for the door, you turned around still with your red eyes and looked at the women "he won't bother you anymore princess"

"What's wrong with your eyes?...."

You sighed deciding you couldn't be bothered to hide anymore, maybe they wouldn't run out of the room screaming "I'm a demon okay? A soul sucking hell dweller who thrives on the pain from humans"

The women looked at you warily so you stepped forward giving your hand to Wanda to grab which she did "Wanda, what do you have to say?"

"You're a really good kisser" it was a whisper but you heard it laughing along with her

"Wanda are you serious? She's a demon! Pretty sure they are evil"

The woman shrugged "honestly Nat I've been through so much shit what's the worse a demon could do?"

"You're amazing, I can't wait to get you in bed" you yanked her close, kissing down her neck sucking purple marks into the skin hearing her groan but pulled away not wanting to get ahead of yourself "you're going to be my favourite meal"

Nat was sick of being left out "well if we're sleeping with demons now do you have a friend? I imagine demons are hard to come by separately"

You laughed "actually I do, do you like men or women?"

Nat was taken aback but answered "oh you do? Okay women"

"Okay" you fished your phone out of your pocket dialling a number "hey Maria what are you doing? Well I've got a girl here, no shut up we're not sharing stop asking for it, just get down here now, yeah she's really hot"

You waited a minute before turning to Nat "what's your blood type?"

"Why?" Nat asked cautiously

You shook your head "just demon reasons"

"O negative"

You nodded speaking back into the phone "O negative, yeah yeah I know it's common, least it's not O positive"

After a few more minutes another knock at the door interrupted you and you hung up the phone going to open the door revealing a brunette woman leaning against the door "is that my suit?"

She rolled her eyes "you have like 800 suits Y/n let me have 1 blue one" she pushed through the door and smiled at the women "hello beautiful ladies" she pointed to Wanda "by the way you're looking at Y/n I can tell you're not mine, but you" she pointed to Nat trying to hide her smile "you want me" walking up to Nat she held her hand out

"I'm Maria"

Nat took a hold of her hand and Maria twisted it to bring it to her lips placing a kiss to her knuckles

"I'm Natasha"

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman, not to be forward but I have a really comfortable bed and it's so lonely without a hot woman there"

You scoffed "Maria what did I tell you about awful pick up lines?! Its 2023 now, you have to be respectful"

"That was respectful! I told her my bed was comfortable, nothing more respectable than that"

You took hold of Wanda's hand "okay well you two have fun, Wanda and I are going to go"

"Where are we going? I don't really want to leave Nat"

Before you could reply Maria proposed an idea "why don't we all go back to our house? I'm sure Loki can be somewhere for the night"

"Fine, but we're not having sex with these ladies in the same room, last time we did that it didn't end well"

Maria burst out laughing "that sounds so sinister Y/n! We promise nothing bad happened ladies, just a few sore thighs and raw backs, a few bite marks, but no one died"

That didn't fill the two with much confidence so you kissed Wanda on the cheek "I promise you'll be treated like works of art, fragile and delicate"

Wanda shrugged "I'm not that delicate"

Your breath hitched "oh? So I can do whatever I want to you? I can use your body as my canvas?"

Using your fingers you started to trace patterns on her exposed skin under her shirt but Maria stopped you "hey hey I know how you get with your fingers, let's go back to the house, where's you car?"

You shrugged never letting your eyes leave Wanda's body "forget the car, lets just apparate"

"Pretty sure that would make these two sick"

"Not if we distract them with kisses"

Maria turned back to Natasha "we can take an uber if you want to be more comfortable?"

Wanda managed to look away from you to Nat "come on Nat you're normally the one making me do crazy things"

Nat felt a headache coming on, crazy things are good and fine but absolutely fucking stupid sleeping with demons crazy things were not on her bingo card

"Listen to your friend little red, Maria here will take such good care of you"

Nat glanced between the 3 of you and just sighed "thank you Maria I think I'd be more comfortable in an Uber as long as Wanda's okay"

Wanda nodded "I'm absolutely fine Nat" turning back to you "let's go!" She jumped into your arms wrapping her legs around you tight "hold on tight honey" you two apparated away leaving Maria and Nat alone

"Now that we're alone how about we have fun here?" Maria took her suit jacket off revealing a sleeveless shirt showing off her defined muscles

"How are you so muscular?!" Nat blurted out quickly covering her mouth is slight embarrassment but Maria just laughed throwing her jacket to the sofa "oh honey I am a demon, I love going to the gym and pissing men off with my muscles"

Nat was stunned "god you could bench press me so much" she whispered and Maria smiled "I could do so much more than that detka"

Nat gasped "you speak Russian?"

"I know you're Russian, so why not try and impress you"

"If you can cook I'll get on knees right now"

Maria smirked "I make an incredible beef Wellington"

Nat laughed stalking forward kissing Maria hard both of them falling onto the couch, Nat straddling Maria and Maria placing her hands on her hips, when she pulled away Nat was breathless while Maria wasn't "it's weird how you don't have breathe"

The demon shrugged "I find it helps in certain situations"

Nat rolled her eyes knowing full well what she meant but refusing to acknowledge it

"I do want to ask a favour from you"

Nat raised an eyebrow "oh?"

"Let me taste you"

"Taste me how?" She said with a suggestive tone

"Well eventually the way you're thinking off, but no I mean something sweet and red" Maria licked her lips honing in on her neck

"Woah! My blood?!" Nat tried pulling away but Maria kept a close hold on her "shh honey I promise it'll be fine, why do you think Y/n asked for your blood type?"

"Well I was little preoccupied actually, I still can't believe any of this!"

Maria calmed Nat down "okay okay, have you ever given blood?"

Nat nodded still not relaxed in Maria's hold but not trying to move away much "it's just like giving blood, two little pin pricks in your neck, a slight pain and some dizziness then you're all good"

Maria's logic made a little bit of sense but Nat was still unsure "you won't kill me?"

"I wouldn't kill a beautiful woman like you, I promise just a little bite and then I'll fuck you so hard you forget all about your neck pain"

"Okay"

"Maria grinned gently grabbing a hold of Nat's hair pulling to the side for more access to her neck. She kissed a sweet spot hard making it tender enough for her fangs to go right through it.

"Relax honey, your heart is racing, it'll be a lot less painful if you breathe, come on let's breathe"

Nat relaxed and focused on her breathing then on the feeling of Maria's hands that started stroking the skin on her back, gently scratching her

"That's it" Maria said finally piercing the skin feeling the blood coat her mouth making her groan at the taste

Nat's legs started to give out and Maria felt that gently sitting the both of them down on the couch still drinking the blood, when she finally had her fill she slowly pulled away licking the holes until they sealed up.

Nat's body was slightly limp weakly pulling herself up to look at Maria "hey pretty girl, thank you for letting me drink from you"

"Mhhph okay" her eyes closed and she was asleep in seconds sticking to Maria's body "yeah, I think we'll be keeping you two, if Y/n can get Wanda to give in just as easily as you"

Maria kissed her cheek leaving a blooded mark making her giggle, what a fun time she'll have with her in the future

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"Jesus Christ that was wild, give me a few minutes please" you placed Wanda down on your bed kissing her forehead "I know baby it's okay it's a little weird as first but it gets easier every time"

"So I have a little question for my pretty girl" you asked walking to your closet to take your suit jacket and shirt leaving you in a sports bra and trousers, Wanda was watching you closely half paying attention

"You can ask me whatever you want wearing that"

You laughed going back to the bed sitting next to a now sat up Wanda "good, so obviously I'm a demon and I'm glad you're okay with it, but do you know what that means?"

Shaking her head no you let her straddle you letting her get comfy before continuing "it means that I like to drink blood"

"Like a vampire?"

You closed your eyes growling "no and don't ever compare me to those soul sucking leaches ever again"

"Oh okay, I'm sorry"

You soothed her stroking your hands along her jean covered thighs "it's okay, vampires and demons just don't get along that well, anyway the reason I say about drinking blood is because I think you'll have some delicious blood"

"You want to drink from me?" She asked innocently and you loved it "yes princess, I promise it won't hurt much, just like two pin pricks in your neck"

Your explanation made it slightly better "okay you promise you won't hurt me?"

You chuckled "what happened to not being delicate?"

"Yeah well spanking me and biting me are two different things" your eyes widened "spanking? Bloody hell Wanda, maybe I'll skip the blood"

You both laughed but you couldn't wait anymore, you started kissing her neck, finding a spot you liked sucking hard making the skin soft enough for your fangs, when it was soft enough you pierced the skin hearing a groan from Wanda making you suck harder, fuck her blood was delicious!

Having your fill, you finally stopped drinking and licked the holes in her skin to close them up "thank you princess for letting me drink from you"

Wanda's whole body felt heavy with her whole weight on your body, she was definitely sleepy "you can sleep honey I'll be here when you wake up" Wanda's eyes were closed already, yep definitely asleep already.

Your phone in your pocket buzzed making Wanda shift slightly but you shushed her kissing her hair when she stopped, you looked at your phone

Maria to Y/n

How'd you do?

She's delicious

We're talking about blood right?

For now ;)

Ugh whatever, Nat's blood is good too, so we keeping them?

Oh hell yeah!

Your phone buzzed with another message from someone else

Loki to Y/n

Did u get your victim? I came in the house B4 but heard groaning so left

For the love of satan just start spelling things correctly!

But yeah I did and so did Maria, you can come back into the house she's asleep

Asleep? Did a bad job did u?

Fuck you I just drank some of her blood so she's very tired now

Yeh K sure that's the reason

😠 don't you ever 'K' me again you asshole!

🥰 Luv u

You threw your phone to the side choosing to kill Loki later letting yourself lay down bringing Wanda with you making her comfortable "we'll have so much fun together"

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Court Transcript

An Excerpt

Craxon: The Society now calls MC onto the stand.

MC, the Defendant, first having been duly sworn in by Societal law, was examined and testified as follows:

Craxon: In your own words, describe what happened in the early hours of July 14.

MC: I was getting ready to go to sleep when Belphegor knocked on my bedroom door. He told me that there was an emergency and that we needed to leave quickly. After changing out of my pajamas, I followed him into the garage, where he proceeded to open a toy chest and pulling out various weapons.

Craxon: Were you handed any of these weapons?

MC: Yes, after he had grabbed the ones he wanted. They were on the small side, and he only gave me a few. I also had my knife on me.

Craxon: Did he explain why you needed weapons?

MC: No. Just that I may need them.

Craxon: What happened next?

MC: Belphegor and I got in one of the cars in the garage and started driving. Once we were on the road, I asked him to tell me what exactly was going on.

Craxon: Why didn't you ask him beforehand?

MC: I've learned not to question demons too much when they tell me that there's an emergency. Mainly because there isn't any time for chit-chat. You often just get thrown into the thick of things.

Craxon: I see. So, what did Belphegor tell you?

MC: That Lord Diavolo left him an encrypted note telling him that he was getting kidnapped and taken to a local amusement park. I told him that an amusement park is a weird place to take someone you've kidnapped, and he explained that whoever did might have needed the space to perform dark magic.

Craxon: How did that make you feel?

MC: Enraged. I didn't want anyone to hurt Lord Diavolo.

Craxon: How come?

MC: Because I care about him.

Avarius: Demon spawn!

MC: I have held my tongue throughout these proceedings, but he is really starting to get on my nerves.

Craxon: Avarius, you have said your piece. Now it is MC's turn. *pauses* MC, you may proceed.

MC: Thank you. So, once Belphegor and I arrived at the amusement park, we walked over to where the circus tents were set up and ducked into the biggest one, hiding behind the bleachers. We saw Lord Diavolo standing inside a salt circle, and shortly after our arrival Avarius and five others enter the tent. Of course, I didn't know who he was until he started interrogating Lord Diavolo and Belphegor hissed his name in disgust. Avarius, on the other hand, knew who I was, although he didn't refer to me by my name.

Craxon: What did he call you?

MC: A half-breed.

Craxon: How did that make you feel?

MC: At first, I had no idea what or who he was referring to, but once he revealed his suspicions of Lord Diavolo sending Solomon to the Society building and having him force the workers to give the 'wretched half-breed' a permit, it wasn't hard to put two and two together. The rage I felt earlier in the car came back in full force.

Craxon: How come?

MC: Because I felt insulted. For one, it's not like I could control the circumstances of my birth--

Avarius: But you chose to conspire with demons! The pacts you have with them make you a half-breed!

MC: *takes a deep breath* Can I speak freely?

Craxon: As long as you know that it'll be on record.

MC: Of course. *pauses* If you're going to bully me, at least get your facts straight. I am part angel, not demon.

Avarius: Liar!

MC: I am literally under the influence of truth serum. How could I possibly lie right now?

Avarius: Demons are immune to truth serum!

MC: With that logic, you might as well throw Lord Diavolo and Belphegor's testimonies right out the window. And Solomon's too while you're at it, because between the seventy-some pacts he has and his immortality, he's even less human than I am.

Craxon: Order!

MC: If you want proof of my ancestry, then here it is. *pushes up their sleeve to reveal a white mark on their shoulder* I am both Lilith's human descendant and angelic successor. Some of her powers passed down to me when I was born.

Craxon: Order!

MC: *sighs* I apologize. As you were saying?

Craxon: *sits in silence*

MC: *twiddles their thumbs*

Craxon: *clears his throat* No more questions.

MC: Are you sure?

Craxon: Yes. I have made my decision. *pauses* At this time, MC is allowed to keep their sorcerer's permit.

Avarius: What?! How?!

MC: For once, I'm in agreement with Avarius. I killed his colleague. Intentionally. That should be grounds for suspension, should it not?

Craxon: You did it to protect someone. To punish you would be to punish those before you, and at that point there may as well not be a Society, because at one point or another, we have all been in your position. *pauses* Furthermore, I, Craxon, award MC with the Star of Diligence.

MC: Thanks...I think.

Avarius: I can't believe this! *storms out of the room*

Craxon: If my records are correct, that only leaves one star left for you to obtain in order to get your license. It is tradition that the Society takes charge of the final test, and I believe I have the perfect one for you.

MC: Should I be worried?

Craxon: Only if you are afraid of what you might see.

MC: What's that supposed to mean?

Craxon: To test your humility, you must be able to not only admit your greatest fear, but to face it head-on. *to an attendant* Fetch the dark red chest and set it in the center of the room.

Attendant: *does what he is told*

Craxon: Inside this chest is a boogeyman. It will transform into your deepest fear the moment it sees you. Your goal is to force it back inside its chest. You can take as much time as you need to mentally prepare, but once the boogeyman is released, you must complete the test. Do you understand?

MC: I do.

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