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mariaofdoranelle · 4 months

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Look at Us Now - ch. 22

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I’m too much of a chicken to experience something remotely close to the game Rowaelin played this chapter, so I’m thanking Reddit for the lended knowledge lol. It’s very quick though I just always over-research

Warnings: brief mention of a cult, moderate alcohol intake

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They were gonna die in this hellhole, and Aelin was killing Rowan a second time when they met in the afterlife.

They’ve looked everywhere for clues, tried cracking the puzzles, turned every hint inside out. This was a dead end, and Rowan only had one job: pick the fucking lock.

Just one more lock to open this wooden box, and they’d be free.

Aelin’s heartbeat picked up when she heard voices and steps outside. They were coming back. The members of the cult were coming back.

She met Rowan’s agitated stare from across the room, but he didn’t make a fuss, just frowned at the lock and went back to work, his posture rigid.

They were absolutely going to die in this basement, and Aelin wasn’t a fan of losing.

Aelin eyed the pentagram drawn on the floor, a heavy weight on her chest. She needed to do it. There’s no other choice, she repeated to herself as she laid down on it, a sense of emptiness taking over.

"To thee, O mighty Game Master, I offer myself willingly. May my sacrifice be a beacon, lightning the way for those I leave behind in the form of one more hint.”

She heard Rowan rushing her way, but it was done. Her self-sacrifice would give him one more clue, and he’d win this game for them.

“Take me, Master,” she repeated.

“NO!” Rowan fell to his knees before her, his arms wrapped around her waist. “I can’t bear it, Aelin. I can’t.”

She stroked his cheek, nothing but resignation in her eyes. “I’m doing this for you, babe. I’ll see you on the other side.”

“Let me find another way. I will find another way, Aelin—“

“Do you want me to repeat the three hints?” The escape room’s employee said through the speakers, “I know there’s a pentagram on the floor, but you can’t make a human sacrifice in exchange for another one.”

Aelin sighed, her body relaxing against the floor. Her clothes must be dirty with chalk now, and she didn’t even want to leave the game, but it would be a necessary evil. Rowan held out a hand, helping her get up.

“How’s the lock-picking thing?”

Rowan narrowed his eyes at her, humorless. “Reverse-engineering,” he corrected.

She crossed her arms, silently asking him to just answer her already.

He sighed. “Not great.”

Aelin analyzed the box and the padlock locking it, then looked at the card reader at the door. One card. One card was all they needed to win this.

Without thinking, she violently shook the box between her hands.

“What’re you doing?” Rowan said.

“It’s a wooden box. Maybe there’s a crack the card could slip through.”

Rowan froze for a moment, blinking at the scene. Then he held out his hands, “Gimme that.”

“What?”

“It’s a wooden box,” he repeated, his tone low and astonished.

Next thing she knew, he was pressing all sides of the box against the card reader. When the door unlocked, Aelin’s laugh was nothing short of maniac.

“It’s a proximity card!” she shouted while jumping on him for a hug.

“It’s a proximity card,” he echoed, tugging her impossibly closer and kissing the side of her head.

Outside the escape room, the employee looked pissed. “The combination for the lock was on the back of the blinds.”

Rowan looked completely unaffected by the snarky Game Master. “You should put the card in a metal box if you don’t want people doing it my way.”

They were met by a cool breeze outside, the sidewalk damp in a way that indicated that it must’ve rained while they were playing inside. She turned to take a look at Rowan, and he was already studying her. Despite the cloudy weather, something about him—his features, the way he carried himself, or the frequency in which his lips tugged up today—had a lightness to it, something Aelin didn’t know she longed to see so badly.

She squeezed his hand and instead of going somewhere—doing what they were actually supposed to do on a sidewalk—he leaned down and pecked her lips. It was a quiet mid-afternoon anyway, they weren’t slowing anyone down.

He hummed contently in a way he sometimes did after tasting her, cupping her face as if she was something precious.

She chuckled and checked the time. “We don’t have to pick up Maisie for another hour, so…” Aelin looked around, checking if there was somewhere interesting nearby; they had time to explore, but not too much time. She pointed at a quiet pub, wooden-looking in an old-timey way. “Wanna go there?”

It was nice having the day for themselves, no work to attend after working the graveyard shift. And as much as family time was her favorite, it was refreshing to do some adult stuff other than sneaking out from the five-year-old to get some action with Rowan.

After they woke up late in the morning, they decided their first date should have all the things they wouldn’t be able to do with a kid. So far, it included a fancy lunch somewhere they couldn’t even pronounce, some place they wouldn’t trust Maisie to hold the glasses. Then they went to a horror-themed escape room—not exactly romantic, but why not?—and their last stop was this expensive-looking pub.

They’d be back to princesses and Paw Patrol and nursery rhymes within the hour, but Aelin was excited for that too, to hang out with Maisie again. She got too spoiled with this new thing with Rowan, sleeping at his house during his days of custody. Now that she saw her daughter every day, Aelin was struggling to understand how she spent two, three days in a row without her. One sleepover at Auntie Sellene’s and she already missed Maisie like crazy.

The empty pub’s lights were dim, and the vintage furniture mixed with jazz covers of modern songs made Aelin feel like she was in an old movie. Rowan led her to a booth by the wall, and he wouldn’t take his eyes off the cocktail section of the menu.

“You want a drink,” she pointed out.

He frowned at the menu. “They just have a distinct selection, that’s all.”

Biting back a laugh, she nudged him. “Go on. I’ll drive.”

“Just one.”

She smiled. “I know, Buzzard.”

He seemed reluctant at first, but soon enough he was nursing his one whisky cocktail with a bottle of water while Aelin drank some mango juice.

“I was searching something online these days…” Rowan said, fidgeting with his cup.

“What was it?”

“I asked when I should tell my own child that I’m dating their mother. It was the first time Google completely failed me.”

Aelin snorted at the thought of a distressed Rowan searching this on his phone. She can imagine why there aren’t many online articles about their specific situation.

“Did you have a rule?” Aelin asked. “For how long before you introduce someone to Maisie, I mean.”

“Did you?”

“Six months,” she answered, plain and simple. “I never got that far with someone after Maisie, but I’ve had a bit of a relationship disaster because of this, so having the rule beforehand establishes a boundary, you know? In case somebody feels like rushing things.”

Rowan only stared at her, lips flat, looking sullen. He does know that she wouldn’t apply to him the same rules she did to a stranger, right?

“You’re not just ‘somebody’, though,” she added, “You’re her dad. That changes things.”

“Was it Lieutenant Cortland?” Rowan asked, completely changing the point of the conversation. Of everything she said, this was what he focused on?

Aelin crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed at him. “How do you even know I dated him?”

The faint blush on his cheeks must be because of the whiskey. “You told Elide, who told Lorcan, who told me.”

“Yeah, I was talking about Sam,” she finally answered, her back resting against the cushioned seat. “Single parents abide by different rules when dating, and not everyone understands that. He wanted too much too soon, and I wasn’t ready.” There was also the issue that Aelin wasn’t exactly eager to get serious with Sam, but she didn’t feel like adding this part to the conversation.

Rowan nodded, looking down at his half-empty cocktail. He looked almost crestfallen, and Aelin was struggling to understand why.

“So… six months.” He sipped his drink. “You want to wait six months before we tell people?”

Aelin wanted to argue that, technically, they’ve already told people; their best friends fit into the ‘people’ category, but that’s not what he meant. Rowan wanted to be able to kiss her in front of Maisie, feel his parents’ pride when he told them the news, stop pretending they’re not a couple at Maisie’s school so those fucking moms would stop hitting on him.

Gods, she wanted that so bad. Especially the last part.

Still, Aelin and Rowan carried a lot of responsibility together. This little bubble with no questioning of their relationship or putting more expectations on them wouldn’t last forever, but she felt comfortable in it.

Besides, Aelin didn’t like to even entertain the thought of her relationship with Rowan not working out so soon, but if it didn’t… Well, she’d like to keep a last shred of dignity, if only to attend Yulemas at Uncle Orlon’s.

“Not six months,” she finally replied. “It’s not fair to use the same rules with you as I'd use with a stranger.” Aelin grimaced. “Three? I tried asking Yrene, but she wasn’t really helpful.” Therapists and their maddening non-answer answers.

“Three months.” Rowan slowly nodded, his eyes vacant. “One down, two more to go?”

“Sounds good,” Aelin said, and Rowan agreed, but he didn’t look like it sounded good. With a sigh, she rested her chin on his shoulder and held his hand. “We can talk this over again if you realize it doesn’t sound good to you, okay? We can talk anything over again if you feel like we should.”

His answer was a kiss to her forehead.

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“Three months?!” Lysandra shrieked after Aelin told her about that conversation, and her loud tone earned a few glares from the ladies at the table near them, not that she cared. Still, she lowered her voice to say, “Honey, if I had a man like that, Timmy would be calling him ‘daddy’ by the third month.

“I mean, you could.” Aelin wiggled her eyebrows before taking another bite of her chocolate cake. Rowan was currently with Maisie, Dorian and Fenrys at the adoption event, and she used this kid-free time to try on this new pastry shop with Lys.

The woman narrowed her eyes. “I could what?”

Aelin stirred her coffee, a Cheshire cat grin on her face. “Hunter told Asterin and Asterin told me that Wesley has a crush on you.” And this is completely reliable gossip because Hunter, Asterin’s husband, is close friends with him.

“Oh.”

She frowned. “You don’t sound excited.” Half of the single moms had a crush on Wesley, the widowed single dad. Aelin was part of the other half who didn’t really care about him, but could understand the appeal. And she heard her friend comment about how ‘fine’ Wesley looks more than once. “I thought you’d like to hear that.”

“Well, obviously, I’m flattered.” Lys took a bite of her lemon pie, her chin in her hand while she clamped her lips shut to hide a smile. “But I kind of just started seeing someone.”

Aelin gaped, surprised. “Tell me.”

She didn’t know who he or she was, but she was happy for her. Mala knows the amount of shit she took from Timmy’s dad, some entitled man from Adarlan she hated just from hearing a few stories here and there.

“So, remember that birthday party we went to last month?” Aelin nodded, so Lys continued, “You posted a picture with me. You tagged me in it.”

“As millennial Instagram etiquette requires me to do.”

“Your cousin Aedion followed me, and—“

“No!” Aelin poured all the disgust she felt into that one word, grimacing. “I mean, ew!”

Lys straightened her posture. “I get it if you're upset.”

“Why would I be upset? Because you’re too good for my idiot cousin?” Aelin schooled her face into neutrality and sighed, trying to look a little more serious so she could give Lys a proper response. “Look, it’s fine. Just spare me from the sordid details, and we’re good.”

“Alright.” She relaxed into her chair, looking pleased with that answer.

“So you two are a thing now?”

“Not exactly. We chatted a lot and he asked me out, but I didn’t want to go without checking with you first. But I also didn’t want to make a fuss because of one date, you know? So I went. It was amazing. I blamed it on the sangria for making me see the date through rose-colored glasses. So I went on another one, completely sober, just to make sure. It was so good that I almost begged him to fuck—“

“Fucking Mala!” Aelin’s face morphed back into disgust. “Okay, I get it, it’s new. Good luck with his pineapple pizza obsession.”

To be honest, she wasn’t all that repulsed, and she totally blamed it on Rowan. It was those near-daily nighttime orgasms and early morning cuddles—sometimes orgasms again—getting to her head. Aelin was so happy she felt delirious; and after all Aed and Lys have been through in the dating scene, if they managed to find that as well, she was happy for them.

Said reason for her incredible mood texted her, asking her to drop by his place to talk. As if she’d go anywhere else, being his day of Maisie’s custody. His tone almost made it feel like old times, but Aelin knew better. They had a child together, they always had something to talk about.

Knowing her daughter, the adoption fair must’ve been a total chaos. Aelin told Dorian it was a bad idea to bring Maisie along, but her friend insisted on playing the cool uncle.

She promised that she wouldn’t ask for a dog at the fair, but it was just to set expectations. Maisie’s a puppy-loving five-year-old, it’d be ridiculous to think that she wouldn’t throw a tantrum when he saw countless puppies for adoption.

On the way home, her chest constricted to think of a distressed Rowan trying to wrangle his daughter. He was probably exhausted.

Aelin parked her car outside. She grabbed her key to his house—which they recently traded for practicality—but before she could get to the porch, Rowan jumped out of Maisie’s bedroom window, his hulking figure swaying a little as he landed. He darted her way before she could enter the house.

She grasped his face with both hands and kissed him, and it lit her up from inside out, waking up the fluttery feeling that kept mostly dormant while she was away. “Was this a throwback?” She gave the window a pointed look. “Because if you’re trying to make me think of our first night together…”

When he jumped her bedroom window because she still lived with Uncle Orlon and Darrow. Aelin had no idea she’d think about that night to this day.

Rowan didn’t look overwhelmed by memories of great sexy times, though. The crease between his eyebrows was deeper than usual, his lips tightly pressed together. He took a glance at the window he came through.

“We need to talk.”

He looked serious. Way too serious. Aelin took a step back, his keys still on her hand while her pulse picked up. “Is Maisie alright?”

“Yes!” He grimaced, realizing that his secretiveness freaked her out. “She’s alright, but I did something…”

Aelin tuned him out, her mom instincts taking over. She hurried to his front door, as fast as her breathing, and opened it without listening to Rowan and whatever made his speech frantic. She’d check on Maisie, then she’d pay attention to him.

And that’s when she saw it.

It looked like a hurricane passed through his living room. His coffee table was a mess, full of papers and unopened shopping bags. Pet shop shopping bags. A small, pink carrier was left on the corner, close to some uncleaned dog poop.

He wouldn’t.

Rowan absolutely wouldn’t. Not without telling her first.

Aelin shot her most menacing look of disbelief at him but, to be fair, Rowan held his ground. Her fury never scared him but, right now, she wished otherwise.

The house was absolutely silent, and he didn’t fight her this time when she marched into Maisie’s bedroom.

When she opened the door, her daughter’s wide grin paused the boiling under her skin.

“Hi, Mommy,” she whisper-yelled. There was a small ball of golden fur asleep on the little girl’s arm, so she couldn’t get up to greet Aelin. It was obnoxiously cute. Like meeting a new mom at a maternity ward, but it’s little girls and puppies. “I’ll tell you when Fleetfoot’s awake, so we can play with her.”

Aelin kissed Maisie’s forehead. “I’d love that.” Then she left as quietly as she came in.

He fucking did it, Aelin realized, heat plummeting through her stiff muscles.

“Seriously, Rowan?” she whisper-yelled back in the living room.

He opened his mouth to speak but Aelin beat him to it.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she pointed at the direction of Maisie’s closed bedroom door. “You gave her a dog? And you didn’t think to consult her own mother first?”

“I’m sorry.” Rowan looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “I tried my best bribes—“

She plastered a fake smile on. “Let me guess, they didn’t work.”

Rowan put both hands up, a flicker of relief on his face, like Aelin was finally beginning to understand him. “Yes! And—“

Aelin could only imagine the scene Maisie must’ve caused. Still, she yelled, “And you have no authority over a five-year-old?”

He does. Aelin knows he does, as much as she knows she’s prone to say hurtful things when she’s mad.

“Come on, Aelin, the house is big. It’s staying on my place, I’m taking full financial and caregiving responsibilities—

Aelin tilted her head back, her angry laughter almost berserk. “You fucking bet you are!”

His entire posture deflated, and Rowan had a wounded expression intense enough she looked away.

“Can’t we just talk?” Rowan’s voice was soft in an uneasy way, a mix of hesitancy and vulnerability. “We could go back to Yrene’s pdfs and—“

“Not now.” Aelin crossed her arms. “I’m gonna rage alone at home until I feel empty, and then I’m gonna think about it. Once I’m done thinking about it without wanting to say mean things to you, I’ll let you know.”

“And if you don’t?” He scratched the back of his neck. “Stop feeling angry, I mean.”

She adjusted her purse around her shoulder. “Then I’ll see you in therapy.”

They were still going, though their sessions have been rather uneventful after they got together. Maybe Yrene knew something like this would blow up sometime. Whatever. Aelin’s not the shrink here.

Rowan nodded without meeting her eye, then let her go.

She didn’t even get her car, needing the small trek to her house. Way too small for all the thinking she needed to do, actually.

The chilly wind bit into her bones, and Aelin soon regretted the thin shirt she wore. The street was deserted, the ruffle of the sidewalk trees being the background noise to her thoughts.

Fuck, that dog is cute. No matter how much Aelin raged, how petty she acted, she knew how this would end.

Besides, it wasn’t about the dog. Deep down, Aelin knew why she was upset.

They got together, and when they were starting to feel like an united front, Rowan committed to a decade-long life decision without her. What was up with that?

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doe-eyed-fool · 2 months

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Fallen {Chapter Seventeen}

Alastor x (Fem)Reader

Alastor wasn't in the hotel the next day, I suspected him to be off causing chaos and overall calamity. But then again, he could have just been home. Which by the way, it seemed that no one in the hotel knew where Alastor stayed, other than the hotel.

Not even Charlie. I couldn't give directions even if asked, all I knew is what his home and the surrounding area looked like. Other than that, I couldn't help but feel there was something off with him last night. His grin wasn't as wide, and there was this look in his eyes...

I couldn't quite describe it.

Maybe I should have just kept my secret to myself last night. It wasn't anyone's business, much less their problem. No one needs to or wants to hear about it.

I sigh and make my way down the stairs of the hotel into the lobby. I was greeted by Charlie. "Good morning, Y/n!" She says as she approaches me. "I wanted to thank you for those ideas you gave me. Everything we talked about came in today. I don't play a ton of video games, but I had fun playing the ones we have." I couldn't help but smile. "I'm glad I could help."

Charlie gave me a tight hug before pulling away. "With this, we are one step closer to bringing in new patients! And, one step closer, to you being redeemed!"

My smile fell slightly. "Yeah...Hopefully." This whole redemption thing had me thinking. If I were casted out of heaven, it had to have been for a reason. I don't know what I did, but it must have been pretty bad for God to throw out one of his angels.

What had I done? What had I said? Even if the chance of redemption was possible in a place like this, who's to say God would forgive me?

If I truly were meant to be in heaven, I would not be where I am now...

Maybe I deserve this...

All of a sudden, I felt unwell. "Um, Charlie, I think I'm gonna get some fresh air." Charlie gave me a concerned look. "Are you still not feeling well?" She asks. "I'm not sure, I just..." I trailed off. Charlie put her hand on my shoulder. "I know it's tough right now." She says in a hushed voice, as not to draw attention.

"But it will get better. We'll figure something out. I promise you, you're going to be ok soon. You just have to keep your head up, and have faith in us. Just like we have faith in you." I only nodded, fearing I'd start to cry if I spoke. "Take all the time you need." She says before I walk past her.

I know I wasn't suppose to leave the hotel without Alastor. But I didn't care right now. I couldn't take this. I stepped outside of the hotel and walked down the stairs, pausing after descending the last step.

I look up, same red sky, same pentagram, same feeling of being trapped. Tears began to run down my face, I choke out a sob before falling to a sit. I hug my legs to my chest and hide my face in my knees.

I'm an idiot. At the end of the day, Alastor is not all-powerful. What can he really do to help me? So far, he's done nothing significant. That deal I made with him...I might as well just ask him to take my soul instead of just dancing around it.

I was going to be stuck down here forever.

"I never did like seeing a lady cry."

My crying paused, I slowly lifted my head to see Alastor standing before me. "What troubles you this time, dear?" He asked. I was so upset, so hurt, I felt betrayed by my own god, and I was angry. So, it didn't surprise me when I finally lost my temper.

"What do you think!?" I snap. "I'm going to be trapped here for all eternity! There is no hope for me, there never was! If I'm down here, I'm down here for a reason! There is no going back!" I stood up. "And that deal I made with you, either call it off, or just take my soul because I'm done!" My voice cracked, my anger dissolving into sadness once more.

"I wish you had never found me! I wish you never had given me hope that there was a way out! I wish you had just left me in that ally to die!"

"Death would would be better than this." I mutter. "Lost...Abandoned, without an answer as to why...I can't go on like this for the next eternity...I just can't..."

Silence fell upon the two of us. I might have made him angry by snapping at him like that. But I just don't care anymore. If he does end up getting mad and killing me right here and now...then so be it-

"I think it's about time you get a reality check."

I look at Alastor, his demeanor was clam and controlled. "You are right, in one way. You are trapped down here. There is no escaping Hell, and this silly little hotel and the princess' false hope, is only going to further fill your head with delusions." Oh wonderful.

"Great, so what? I'm just your slave now?"

Alastor stepped closer to me. "Let me finish. I can't get you out of Hell, I'm afraid that's out of my control entirely. You are right about that. But, preferring to die over finding a new purpose? How wrong you are. My dear, look around you. This place will eat you alive. So why not do something about it?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It will take some time, but with my help, I say you'd make a fine demon. Though, only on the inside. Physically, is where the challenge lies."

"I can't be like that."

"And there is your problem. There is no one here to judge you for what you do now. No one frankly gives a damn down here. This isn't Heaven, this is Hell. And if you don't bite first, you'll be bit. And I assure you, Hell will bite down hard and not let go."

I took a moment to think about his words. He had a fair point. There was no judgement in Hell, no punishment. You could murder, steal, drink and drug yourself half blind, and no one could tell you you're wrong or tell you no.

But Hell would destroy you mentally and physically. If I couldn't get stronger, I'd be hurt or killed regardless.

Why should I have to suffer any longer than I have? Why should I allow myself to be walked all over? And for what?

I clenched my fist tightly. "Fine. I'll do it. Whatever it takes, I'll do whatever you want. Just help me, and this time...actually help me."

Alastor grins. "Excellent. Now, I'll do you a favor and call off our last deal. But, we're going to make a new one. This time, I'll help you become a proper demon. And in return, you keep doing what you've been doing."

"Amusing you?" Alastor nods. "But, I haven't...have I?"

Alastor only chuckles before continuing. "Do we have a deal?" He asks. I look down at his outstretched hand. I slowly take it.

"Deal."

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inuhalfdemon · 1 month

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Dirty Dealings (21/21)

Word Count: 2,941 Words

Rating = Mature (Violence)

Chapter 21: The Beginning

This would be terribly dramatic.

It was early morning…still dark. He was nearly ready and if done right; he might just time it perfectly.

Still bleeding; Alastor set aside the unholy dagger and reached for a chunk of the brimstone. He sighed; not really wanting to have to put her through this but knowing he was being left with no other choice. The reaping had its requirements after all…

Starting the incantation, he stepped into the roughly made pentagram he clawed and smeared into the smoking ground. Wildfire had engulfed the swamp and was actively consuming everything that surrounded the spot where their deal had been made. He easily kept the flames at bay but they licked hungrily against the outer circle that was his smearing of blood across the ash and the dirt.

This would be terribly dramatic.

Finishing the incantation; the bloody brimstone burst into a brilliant green flame in his hand. Forcefully; he threw it at his feet; blood spraying from the cut in his palm and catching green fire as it sparked and ignited the blood-smeared points and ring that was the symbol. He inhaled deeply; breathing in the fumes of sulfur and wood smoke into his lungs as if it were a breath of fresh air to calm the nerves.

And then, he summoned Adeline.

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Tendrils of shadow – moving and twisting through the dark; just as they had before. Adeline had dreamt this dream many nights. Cold touching her; freezing her veins as she is pulled and drug to some dreaded nothing.

Sometimes Alastor stopped it and sometimes he didn’t.

A tentacle of shadows reaches out and touches her; it slithers and wraps itself around her – finding her throat. She feels it tightening; constricting. She chokes and struggles; her hand finding its hold but then everything changes and it’s Alastor who is choking her; claws digging into the skin of her throat and crushing her windpipe. His antlers are flared out long and wide above them and his eyes are glowing a brilliant green. Adeline struggles and his hold on her only tightens. His green eyes narrow into piercing slits that slice through the dark and -

She gasped awake.

A searing heat was radiating around her neck; scorching her skin.

“Adeline…”

She not only heard him; but felt him calling for her.

Being pulled forward; she landed face forward into burning ash and dirt; choking and coughing on the burning air and embers that filled her lungs. Shakily lifting herself up; she saw a long glowing green chain; falling from around her neck and trailing to where Alastor stood; gripping the end. She felt the shackle; heavy and burning on her neck. Green flames burned in a purposeful pattern around her; touching her but not harming her. Beyond the borders of this pattern; a wild swamp fire burned and raged; filling the dark sky with a deadly smoke.

Alastor shifted the chain; claws sliding through the links.

Adeline gasped audibly; her heart wildly palpating in her chest – feeling every hair on her body rising as if they were going up in hackles with the goosebumps that spread across her skin. He was clutching at her soul; touching her in such an invasive way – her whole existence recoiled against it.

“No more games, Adeline.” Alastor murmured. “Tonight, our deal is done.” A deep thunder rolled overhead.

She couldn’t see his face through the smoke and the fire but she could hear his voice. She shook violently; feeling him as he slid the chain through his hands.

“Did you really think that I would watch you throw this away?” He hissed; gripping the chain and she shuddered. “That I would allow it?”

His eyes flared a brilliant green; cutting through the dark and the smoke. Antlers rose thick and heavy; a jutting and twisted crown traveling high above his head. Adeline quailed at the possessive hold he had one her; fingers digging into the scorched and burning ground.

“Please…Luc…” She trembled terribly; tears streaming down her face. “You can’t-.”

“But, I can.” He was snarling and he pulled the chain to her shackle so that it was made taught; her neck stretching painfully with it. A crack of lightning split the sky; rain pouring down in heavy sheets and sending the brilliant red and orange flames of wildfire into hissing and swiftly dying out – never touching the flames of green.

How? How could he just…take her soul?

Panicked; she reached for the collar to her shackle – crying out when he dug his claws into the links and pulled it even tighter.

“Adeline Lorraine LaRue…” Alastor spat out the name and she felt something crumple within her in a crippling way.

“I release you.”

He said it softly. Through her tears; the rain, the ash and the smoke she saw the glowing green of his eyes briefly soften.

What?

Taking the dagger; he quickly swiped the blade across the palm; the previous cut already made closed by the presence of burning hellfire. Bright green burst and flared as the blade dragged through his skin; coating its sharpened edge in burning blood. He brought it down; and it tore cleanly through the links to Adeline’s chain – breaking their connection.

“Our deal is made void, Adeline.” He told her; her chain and shackle quickly dissolving before her eyes. “I no longer wish to possess your soul nor do I mean to claim it.”

Slowly; the glowing green of his eyes died; his antlers curling back into themselves and shrinking back. The green hellfire burning around them slowly ebbed and faded away; the rain coming down turned into an absolute torrent; clumps of ash and bits of licking swamp fire hissing loudly – heat perishing in the drenching shower.

“You may go.” He told her, his voice low. “I am leaving and you will never see me again.” He said, turning away. “Go home. Live your life. I have no more use for you.”

Shaking and cold; she slipped and slid – struggling to her feet. Her teeth chattering.

“You can’t do this.” She said it weakly, watching as he walked away from her. “I didn’t ask for this, I – I didn’t agree to it!” She yelled now.

He kept walking; saying nothing.

“You bastard!!! You don’t just to get to do this!” She was thinking of Henry: how she could do nothing for him now…

Alastor threw up a portal; about to step through it.

“Luc…please…” She called out; meekly.

He stopped. Turning his head; without looking at her he said: “My name isn’t ‘Luc’, Adeline… It’s Alastor.”

“Alastor?” She breathed.

He looked at her then, his fur and antlers soaked and dripping with rain; ears drawn and to the side – a small, sad smile on his face; before he stepped through the swirling of green and was gone.

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“Alastor!?” Rosie stepped into the studio; finding him there braced against the barrier to the pentagram enclosing his shadow. “What is going on!?” She asked him worriedly.

She had heard the screeching of the creature and hurriedly came to see what had agitated it so.

The dark form moved rapidly back and forth along the walls of the pentagram; trying to find a way to get closer to Alastor. Frantically; it bit and tore at the barrier – screeching and whining in a keening cry. Alastor had his back to Rosie, leant into the barrier, and she could see that his suit and jacket were completely soaked through and that he was shaking.

“Alastor…” She said quietly, carefully approaching him. “What has happened?”

Alastor spread his hands along the barrier; pushing himself off so that he could turn his head and speak clearly to her.

“I-I let her go…” He said it so softly, Rosie didn’t catch it right away.

“The girl? The soul you…?” Rosie paused beside him; not sure whether she should touch him quite yet.

“Yes.” He swallowed. “I released her from my…service.” He laughed lightly but Rosie could hear the manic tone it held.

His shadow continued its agitated movements; trying desperately to press itself closer.

“Alastor, sweetheart.” Rosie braved to touch his shoulder. “It’s going to take some time...”

Taking a deep breath; he turned so that his back was now pressed to the barrier – standing straighter but not quite looking at Rosie.

“She, uh…She really did a number on me.” His ears were moving erratically; his smile twitching at the corners. “I imagine breaking a connection like that…does that.”

“No, hun.” Rosie told him; and he looked at her now. She touched his face – seeing the pain that was there. “But, a broken heart will.”

His eyes widened and his ears dropped and Rosie knew hearing it had shattered him. Without thinking and without hesitating, she pulled him close and held him as he fought the racking sob that forced its way painfully out from deep within his chest.

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June 25th, 2020

New Orleans, Louisiana

Adeline fidgeted nervously in the cab all the way to the restaurant; absently shifting the folded parchment of paper back and forth between her hands.

After days and days of crying and fighting to come to terms with everything that had happened; she found it – a note on her bedroom dresser that read:

Our 70th Anniversary;

June 25th, 2020

7 p.m.

You know where…

She wanted to cry and scream and rip it apart – all of it - when she found it; knowing it certainly hadn’t been there hours before. However, the thought never crossed her mind to toss it aside and just ignore it.

Getting out of the cab, Adeline nervously smoothed her dress. She had chosen to wear the red one; the same dress she had worn the first night he had brought her here before they spent many an anniversary at the establishment; enjoying the fine dining and dancing together to their hearts content.

Adeline sniffed as she approached the restaurant; trying to ignore her persistent headache and thought briefly about having to adjust to being a regular mortal. Of course, the first thing to happen to her was catching covid in the very first few days to her brand-new life. She hadn’t had to worry about illnesses like that before so of course she caught this one straight out of the gate. Next; she had to remind herself that she was rememberable now…something that brought immense relief and excitement to her while also proving to be rather problematic when she forgot she couldn’t just take or do things now and walk away with no consequence. She had seventy years’ worth of bad habits to break…

She paused at the entrance to the restaurant, swallowing hard. She wasn’t sure how to think of him…after everything that had happened – where this might leave them. He had taken pangs to ensure she had had a comfortable head-start to things…she found out early that the loft apartment had been completely entitled to her - no payments necessary; she discovered a good amount of money left for her to utilize as she needed and he had somehow obtained all manner of documents; social security, birth certificate, driver’s license - everything she would ever need in order to survive this strange and new existence. Everything had been so carefully prepared for her; it left her wondering how long he had actually planned for this to be the result of the deal that they made…

Taking a deep breath; she entered the restaurant. She was warmly greeted by the Maître D. Giving him her name; he quickly nodded and led her to the table that her and Alastor normally occupied for their dinners there together.

But when she approached the table, it wasn’t Alastor that was seated there across from an empty chair.

It was Henry.

He smiled at her nervously as the Maître D politely helped her with her seat. The waiter was already there to take their drinks. After that was done and before Adeline could say anything; Henry handed her a sealed envelope.

“He told me that if I didn’t give this to you; he’d make sure that I died alone in a dark gutter somewhere.” Henry said; handing it to her and flinching inwardly.

Yep, sounds like him.

Adeline took the envelope and tore it open. Opening the parchment of paper left for her she read:

Dearest Adeline,

Life can feel very long sometimes, but in the end, it goes by so fast…You better live a good life; Adeline LaRue. Teach Henry that it’s worth doing. I leave his soul safely within your capable hands.

With love,

Alastor

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One year later…

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June 25th 2021

New Orleans, Louisiana

Alastor’s shadow pulled him to just beside the gravesite within the old cemetery, materializing him smoothly from the darkness. It was nearly midnight; but Alastor just only had this one last visit to see to. After this; he would leave earth and he knew not when or if he would ever be coming back.

His shadow detached itself from him; flitting across the ground, touching headstones, the fencing, and finally shifting itself to meld into the blackest shadows of the old oak tree. Alastor marveled at how useful and powerful it had become by its own right; while still having remained entirely devoted to him and any of his commands. Had he known this to be the result; he may have approached Rosie for an exorcism sooner – or at least considered it.

Alastor had spent the entirety of this last year bonding with and utilizing the presence of his shadow by taking it with him to collect on all the souls he had remaining from closed contracts. The work had taken a great deal of time to complete and whatever free time he had, he had spent it by considering and re-considering the deal offered to him by his new client. Finding it entirely too tempting to decline; he accepted the terms – though, they did come with some considerable restraints…he felt that the reward would surely be well worth the price he’d pay.

Stopping just beside the grave, Alastor sighed.

Sitting just atop of the headstone was a bundle of sunflowers.

“Manman mwen renmen anpil*…” Alastor said softly, speaking to his deceased mother. “Watch over our dear Adeline, and…put in a good word for her…for me. Hell won’t touch her; if I can help it...”

He remembered a conversation he had had with Rosie a year ago; just days following his return to her and his shadow…

"I did not love her, certainly." His gut twisted at the thought; his body and mind acting very differently to something so intimate now that he was wholly himself.

Rosie laughed. "Of course you loved her, Alastor. You let her go! You never would have if you didn't!" He made a disgusted face at that.

"Surely even you can appreciate that love doesn't have to come in devotedly romantic forms." She expressed. "It can creep and bury itself into the heart in many different ways; yes, even cold and dead ones such as our own."

He had chosen to act resentful to the idea; but still felt the pain of a deep and resonating ache in his chest...

He stood quietly beside the grave for some time…remembering.

His shadow slipped from the tree, pausing at the headstone and whining softly as it looked to the flowers. Alastor tilted his head and saw what it meant for him to find…reaching down; he plucked the black rose corsage from the bundle of sunflowers; finding a small note tied to the hellish favor.

It read:

With love,

Your dearest Adeline

He pulled the corsage to his face; pressing a black petal to his lips before carefully stowing it away into the pocket of his suit jacket; keeping it safely with him as he left with his shadow…returning to Hell.

*my dearest mother (Creole)

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The Epilogue

Some years later…

Adeline made the walk to the old cemetery that day; the same walk she did every year now on this day – June 25th. Sometimes; if she was feeling particularly sentimental or nostalgic; she’d pay an extra visit. It was a beautiful summer day and the sunflowers she brought with her were especially fragrant and bright. All in all; her heart felt light and she felt both happy and confident about her future.

Placing the flowers at the top of the headstone; she carefully knelt herself down, resting.

She remembered coming back here…that first year she started to bring the sunflowers here herself…she came back the very next day – just to see; finding the black rose corsage and note were gone. She knew Alastor had found it and had taken it with him. Since then though, she was certain he hadn’t returned – hadn’t come back to visit the grave of his mother. She couldn’t explain it…she just knew – maybe suspected - he no longer did or could…

“I sure hope he’s not getting himself into too much trouble, whatever he’s up to.” She said aloud; not sure if it really did any good – not knowing if anyone was truly listening - but it somehow made her feel better to try. “You know…he’s not nearly as bad as he likes to make himself believe he is.” She mused. “I…” She swallowed. “I really miss him.”

She sat there for awhile; enjoying the sun and the warmth on her skin….just remembering.

After some time; her back began to ache and with some effort she lifted herself back up onto her feet. Groaning; she stretched and placing a hand on her very swollen belly, she turned to leave - carrying a baby – a boy, that she would soon name: Alastor Lucian LaRue.

[THE END]

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Beatrice and Lilith sitting at boarding school, sitting in front of a pentagram drawn in chalk with scribbled runes around it. Before the pentagram was an alter with offerings of various natures, a skull and lit up candles.

— I'm not sure we should be doing that Lilith.

— You're the one who wanted to do it in the first place! - Lilith glared at her - You want to back out now that we have all of this put together?

— I thought we were going to play with an Ouija board! - Beatrice whisper-yelled - Not have a full seance to summon Lucifer in our room, in a Catholic boarding school!

— Well you should have said that, now we gotta finish it, lets go.

Beatrice sighed, scared for what could come of what they were about to do. And concerned, if they were caught doing something like this it could result in them both being expelled.

They turned, facing each other and held hands as they had seen in the video. With their eyes closed they did a personal prayer first and then started to recite the instructed words that were written out on the book in front of them.

She felt her hands start sweating and Lilith's grip on her hand tighten when a breeze swept the room and some things flew astray. Still they kept citing the words and putting their intents towards it, regret plagued their hearts when all the candles were blown off. They jumped into each others arms, eyes wide open, hearts beating astray in their chests, hands over their mouth in pure horror.

Beatrice was the first to move, in a near sprint, she raced to turn on the lights and before she could swipe her eyes over the room she was back by Lilith's side holding onto her childhood best friend for dear life.

— Was that fun?

A giggly dulcet voice sounded somewhere in the room and they both let out loud terrified screams as they looked towards where the voice came.

There in front of them on top of Lilith's bed were two girls staring right at them. One laid on her stomach with her tilted head perched on her intertwined fingers looking at them with mischief and mirth and something else they could not place. The other was sitting up against the headboard, with her legs and arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips and a hungry look in her eyes. They were the image of sinful beauty, inside red dresses left nothing to the imagination, their feets were bare of footwear, but they had some weird looking inscriptions that seemed to crawl up their legs the more they looked at it.

— So? - the one sitting up asked ‐ Was it fun?

When neither of the girls on the floor answered, too shocked to utter any words not at all believing what they were experiencing. The girls on the bed got up on their feet and glide across the floor as if they were floating to stand in front of them.

— I'm Camila and this is Ava. - said the smirky curly haired girl - Daddy is busy, but we would love to play.

#its a fucking prompt #warrior nun #avatrice #camilith #ava silva #sister beatrice #sister camila #sister lilith #devil au #lucifer's children #the band ghost #year zero #i had something on my mind and i ran with it #it could honestly go both ways #i didn't elaborate in this bc i might write it at some point #fanfic writing #ao3 #Spotify

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chestcongestion · 2 months

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Demon-to-Demon Ch.4/5: Ha//zbin Ho/tel

Warnings: Contagion, Mess (a lot of mess this time), Plot thread might be too close to current events for comfort even if it has nothing to do with current events

Word count: 7,312

This one managed to get away from me, I got a little too excited but this is definitely going to be 4/5 I think, and 5 might be even longer than this one. Thanks again for all of the support, this has been incredibly fun to write. Hope you enjoy ^^!

“G’Mbordi’g Pentagramb City… Ih’pshiEWWW… I’b Katie Killjoy,” the usually well-put-together anchorwoman for 666 News delivered her introductory line without an ounce of energy, her voice hoarse and her consonants butchered by her clogged sinuses.

Instead of filming the daily news from the 666 News station desk, Katie was tucked up in bed, wearing a lilac nightgown with her hair clipped to keep it out of her face, and was recording herself delivering the day’s news by using a slightly out-of-focus camcorder and a VoxTech Television Network intern’s laptop.

“I’b live frob mby… Yihh-hihh’TschiEwW!...Ih’TSHiEWWW…mby house to update you all on day number 24 of ‘The Red Spread’,” Katie said, her fingertips twitching as she fought back the urge to pull her blankets up to her chest, “Statistics are sayi’g that… SnFF!... arou’d 93% of the Pentagramb is currently infected. So far there have been no recorded complicatio’ds or deaths… and activity across the city has come to a halt …Ih’TschiEWW! ‘Tshhiew! ‘TSHIEWW!”

“93% of the Pentagram…” Vaggie muttered to herself as she peeked at the television from behind the sofa, “It’s been almost a month now… how are so many people getting sick?”

“I think a better question would be why we ain’t gettin’ any better,” Angel croaked, dabbing at his drippy nostrils with a tissue, blowing his ‘nose’ into the tissue with a quiet honk, shivering slightly under his blanket.

“Iih’pzZshIEW! Ih’pshuue! Ih’pshew!” Niffty sneezed from her bundle of blankets on the floor, drowsily running the back of her wrist across her face to swipe at the dense mucus leaking from her sinuses, “That’s disgusti’g… IH’PSHHIEW!”

“Bless you!” Charlie said enthusiastically, nervously handing Niffty a package of wipes so she could clean off her face, “It could be worse… at least nobody’s in any serious danger.”

“Yeah- snrK!- worst thing we’d ndeed ta’ worry about is runnin’ outta tissues,” Angel scoffed, tossing a soggy tissue into the trash can near the sofa, looking in front of him and smiling at Husk, who was sleeping peacefully while draped across his body.

“It’s still concerning, this has never happened before, and then out of nowhere something incredibly contagious manages to tag almost the entire city and clings to them for weeks?!” Vaggie pondered, “I dunno, it just feels like trouble.”

“You oughtta go out and investigate, since you’re immune,” Angel proposed- almost sarcastically- while stroking Husk between his ears, “A-ah… Ah’kshieww! Ah’kzxhhtt! Ah’kzZsChew!...’Shhew! ‘SHIIEW!”

“Bless you,” Charlie said, brandishing the thermometer and holding it out for Angel to take, watching him slide it under his tongue, “It is kind of worrying, but maybe everyone’s finally turning a corner!”

The thermometer beeped, and Angel squinted his eyes at the reading before sighing and handing it to Niffty, “Sti-i-ihh…Sti-IiH’Kshew!...snff! Still got a fever… 102,” he said, swallowing harshly against his throbbing, achy throat, the sudden pain making him cough.

Niffty pulled the thermometer out of her mouth and sighed, “Still 101,” she said, emptying her packed sinuses with a gurgling blow into a handful of tissues.

Angel quietly grabbed the thermometer off of the coffee table, shooting a glance at Husk, “Kitty Cat… wakey-wakey, we gotta take your temperature, and if you don’t get up we gotta do it vet style,” he whispered playfully, scratching behind Husk’s left ear.

Husk let out a hoarse cough, “You are not stickin’ that thing up my ass,” he grumbled, opening his mouth and letting Angel slide the thermometer under his tongue, removing it thirty seconds later once it beeped.

“102,” Angel announced, leaning forward to kiss Husk’s forehead.

“Okay… only one left,” Charlie said, turning and brandishing the ear thermometer, looking at Alastor’s curled up, unconscious form on the loveseat. Alastor’s breathing was noisy, the phlegm sitting in his chest rumbled on every inhale and crackled on every exhale.

Carefully, Charlie slipped the ear thermometer into Alastor’s right ear and pulled it out without disturbing him from his slumber, “104,” she sighed, pressing her cool palm against Alastor’s burning forehead, “I don’t know why his fever keeps getting so high… we’re all out of medicine.”

After a brief silence, Alastor’s breath audibly caught in his chest, a bubble of sputum popping at the top of his windpipe and tickling his throat.

Still asleep, Alastor began to cough- a wet, chesty cough muffled by his clenched teeth that were still forced into his trademark grin. The crackle of mucus in his chest grew noisier and noisier as congestion got trapped at the bottom of his trachea, strangling him and rousing him slowly from his sleep.

Angel held back a gag, “Oh that is nasty,” he whispered, shuddering at the sound.

Husk’s ears twitched, and he held a hand over his mouth, his lungs aching out of the sliver of sympathy he felt for his boss.

“I don’t know how to help him… it sounds like he’s choking,” Charlie muttered, biting her fingernails.

“I got it,” Angel said with a dense sniffle, getting up from the sofa and swaying on his feet, feeling deeply lightheaded but determined to help. Kneeling down next to the loveseat, Angel shook Alastor until he was completely awake.

Alastor stared at Angel with vacant red eyes, the rumbling in his lungs quieting down as he channeled all of his focus into breathing through his nose.

“Smiles, up here, can you see me?” Angel asked, waving his hand in front of Alastor’s face, noticing that Alastor’s pupils followed his hand on a slight delay.

Alastor nodded, a rough inhale through his nose making his clogged sinuses squeak in a way that sounded painful.

“I’m gonna help you get that crap outta your chest so you can breathe, okay?” Angel asked, pinching Alastor’s face and turning his head upwards until their eyes met.

Alastor nodded, still noticeably drowsy, blinking rapidly as his eyes watered and a weak cough echoed from deep in his lungs. His eyelids drooped slightly and his pupils wandered, desperate but exhausted as his body went slack to conserve energy… and oxygen.

Angel pulled Alastor upright by the collar of his pajamas, and sat behind him, one hand firmly cradling the radio demon’s quivering chest, one wound back with a splayed hand, and the other two holding onto his thighs for stability. “Okay, open your mouth- snff!- breathe in, as deep as you can,” he instructed.

Alastor choked back another coughing fit, taking a deep, wheezy, desperate inhale upon Angel’s request.

“Good,” Angel said, roughly clearing his throat, “I’m gonna pat your back, all you gotta do is focus on coughing that shit up, got it?”

Alastor nodded, held up his handkerchief to his mouth, and began to cough, the fit sounding infinitely more productive with the help of Angel patting his back. His eyes watered and his throat felt raw, and he was taking short pauses in between coughs to gasp for air, but Alastor could feel it working, the burdensome weight on his lungs was leaving.

After six long minutes, Alastor let out a final wet cough and spat into his handkerchief, his airways feeling a million times clearer and his handkerchief damp with sputum.

“There we go,” Angel sighed, wiping sweat from his brow and staggering over to the sofa, getting comfortable again, “Fuck, that was a workout…Ah-Hah-Hahh’ksheww! Hah’kshieww! ‘Ksheww! Ha-aah’Kshiewww!”

“Thank you,” Alastor croaked in a hushed voice, wiping off his mouth and reclining on his loveseat, his breathing still slightly heavy and his face still flushed.

Charlie stared at Angel, admiration shimmering in her eyes, not only at the lanky spider’s selflessness, but at the impressive skill she had never seen anyone perform in her 200 years of living, “How did you do that? That was amazing!” she cheered.

“Don’t mention it,” Angel replied, “Somethin’ I learned back on Earth that I never thought would come in handy.”

“Could you show me? I wanna be able to help,” Charlie requested, bouncing on her heels.

“Sure,” Angel said with a shrug, “I just cleared Fancy Pants out for a while-” Angel paused, pressing a hand to Husk’s back and feeling the low rumble of congestion trapped in his lungs, “-but Husk’ll do fine.”

Husk sighed, too drowsy to resist whatever Angel was plotting, letting the spider adjust him until he was sitting upright in Angel’s lap.

“It works just fine if they’re on their stomach or lyin’ down, but I do better when they’re sittin’ up,” Angel explained, “You hold ‘em up by their chest with one hand like this, and either get ‘em to take a deep breath, or just start whackin’ until you knock somethin’ loose.”

Angel stuck out his tongue, narrowing his eyelids to focus, and began patting Husk’s upper back softly, one pat after the other in rapid succession, as though he was attempting to speed through burping a baby.

Suddenly, Husk’s eyes widened and he held a hand up to his mouth, letting loose a productive-sounding cough that snowballed into a coughing fit as Angel’s gentle thumping slowed down.

“You just keep goin, not too fast that you tire yourself out-” Angel paused, swallowing against his sore throat, “- but not too slow, until-”

Husk let out a particularly nasty cough and plucked three tissues out of the box on the sofa, spitting out whatever Angel had managed to unearth and tossing the soiled tissues in the trash, “Didn’t even know that was in there,” he muttered, “HhD’TschHUHH! HrR’SCHUHHH!”

“There we go, it’s pretty easy,” Angel said with a triumphant smirk, nestling back underneath his blanket and repositioning Husk so the bartender was reclined along the length of Angel’s body and tucked under a second blanket.

“You make it look so easy… but I think I’ve got it… where did you learn to do this, anyways?” Charlie asked.

“Eh, my Pops burned through a value carton of smokes a day, if ya didn’t whack the crud outta him he’d choke on it,” Angel said with a yawn, fighting back a violent shiver as he curled up against Husk for warmth, “Ah’T-SshhiewW! H-hah’TSHHHIEW!... fuck…snff!”

“Bless you! Okay, on that note, I’m gonna go out and get you guys some more medicine… Vaggie, d’you think you’ll be okay keeping an eye on them while I’m gone?” Charlie asked.

“I’ll be fine, just be careful, Sweetie,” Vaggie replied, kissing Charlie on the cheek.

“I will,” Charlie said with a reassuring smile, “Anyone need anything specific?”

Angel reached into his chest fluff and pulled out a wad of folded-up bills, handing Charlie $100 in $20 bills, “Popsicles, please… snff!... my throat’s killin’ me,” he requested, running his soft fingertips along the length of his neck and swallowing harshly.

Charlie hesitantly took the money and stashed it in her pocket, “Gotcha, I’ll be back soon, see you guys later!” she said with a smile, waving the group goodbye and rushing out of the hotel’s front door.

Vaggie sighed, “I need to check on something, behave yourselves while I’m gone,” she said, turning on her heel and leaving the parlor.

“Can we watch Cannibal Cooking with Jeffrey Dahmer?” Niffty asked, kicking her feet, “I’m bored- snff!- I’d clean but my legs hurt every time I try to stand up.”

“You always-” Angel paused as his hoarse voice fizzled out, forcing him to roughly clear his throat, “- always wanna watch weird shit. I didn’t thig’k anybody watched that show.”

“I like it,” Alastor piped up from the loveseat, wrapped tightly in his blankets and attempting to suppress a shiver, “it’s one of the thi’gs on televisio’d I can tolerate…snff! Snff-snff!”

Angel rolled his eyes, changing the channel and leaning back against the arm of the sofa, massaging Husk’s ears with his slender fingertips, “Blow your nose,” he said to Alastor, tucking Husk underneath his blanket and stifling a yawn.

Alastor noisily blew his nose into his handkerchief, the release of air triggering a dense, congested-sounding cough, “Uch… H-heh-Ep-shiewww! Hehh’Tshhiew! Heh’ktshiew! Hehp’TshHieWW!”

“Y’know… snff!...this is the longest I’ve been off work,” Angel paused, swallowing harshly against his sore, scratchy throat, “Which completely sucks… I can’t do anythin’ cause I can barely stand up without fallin’ over.”

“Could be worse,” Husk commented from underneath the blankets, his face buried in Angel’s torso, “HrR’SHUHHH! Hnn’KTSHHOO! Huh’kTSshEWW!”

“That’s true,” Angel said, nestling into the blankets and cuddling Husk tighter, his eyelids drooping, “You two enjoy the show… I’b gonna take a nap…”

Angel quickly fell asleep, his and Husk’s heavy snoring creating peaceful background noise for Niffty and Alastor as they watched Cannibal Cooking together.

“Iih’pshuu! Ih’pshew! ‘Scuse be… SnFF!...Look, he’s scoring the flesh on the leg before he massages in his dry rub, that’s amazihh…ihh…IH’PSHEW!” Niffty whispered, staring at the screen in complete awe while blindly grasping around for a tissue to wipe her face.

“It is amazi’g isn’t it?” Alastor replied, rolling onto his stomach and kicking his legs, ignoring the deep rumble of congestion in his chest that was jostled by his sudden movement, “It’s such a big leg… I wonder where he gets themb.”

‘Rosie loves this program… I wonder how she’s fairing, I haven’t had the chance to speak with her… I miss her,’ Alastor thought, letting loose a wistful sigh that quickly became a heavy cough.

On the Southeastern side of the Pentagram, Charlie strolled cautiously through the empty streets, a reusable bag of medicine and groceries slung over her shoulder.

“I think I took a wrong turn on the way back to the hotel… I’m too far south… in fact, this place seems familiar,” Charlie pondered, looking at the red mist that filled the air, the particles tickling her nose, “Snff!... this stuff smells like flowers! Wonder what it is…”

Continuing on her walk, Charlie smiled upon finding a familiar sign, “Ohhh! I’m in Cannibal Town, I almost didn’t recognize it with this red fog… weird,” she said to herself, listening to the harsh whistle of the wind echoing through the empty roads, “Since I’m here… I kind of wanna see Rosie.”

Tucking her shopping bag away behind a bush, Charlie began the short walk to Rosie’s Emporium.

“The streets are so empty… nobody’s gonna take it… it’s kind of creepy how there’s no one outside, actually,” Charlie whispered to herself as she knocked on the emporium’s door, jumping slightly when a short robot answered, “H-hello!”

“Rosie’s Emporium is on temporary hiatus from any business inquiries, can I help redirect you to other resources?” The robot asked, blinking at Charlie with a sweet expression.

“I’m actually here to visit Rosie… not on business, just as a friend,” Charlie said, leaning down to get on the robot’s level, “Can I see her?”

The robot paused, before nodding, “Follow me,” it said, letting Charlie inside and leading her up two flights of stairs and down a long hallway, eventually leading to two ornate double doors that were decorated with roses- the door handles were even designed to look like thorny rose stems.

“i-Ih…IH’PSHEWWWW! Ih’pshhhiew! Ih’PssHEW!” squeaky sneezing could be heard behind the door, followed by a long, damp sniffle.

Charlie frowned, she knew from the news that it was more likely than not that Rosie caught the Red Spread virus like everyone else, but hearing her suffering- no matter how mild- still hurt.

“Miss Rosie, you have a visitor,” the robot announced, knocking on the double doors.

“Cobe idd- SnFFF!- Euch… Ih…I-ihh…IH’P-shiewww! Ih’psheww! Ih’psSHIEW!” Rosie croaked, her voice noticeably hoarse and her consonants garbled.

Charlie pushed open the double doors to Rosie’s bedroom and found the overlord in question tucked into bed with her duvet up to her lower ribcage. Rosie’s gorgeous satin bedspread was littered with used tissues, and the trash can next to her bed was absolutely overflowing with them.

Rosie sat up in bed, the robot rushing to her side to prop her up using some of her pillows, “Thag’k you Roland- SnFF!- such a ndice boy…IHH’PSHHIEW!” she croaked, patting the robot’s hair with her slender fingers before she noticed her visitor, “Charlie! Oh isn’t this a pleasadt surprise- snrkk!- you’re a sight for sore eye sockets, girl- snFF!- I’d idvite you to cobe sit but the last thi’g you want is to catch this… IHH’KSHHIEW! Ih’pshhuhh! Ih’psheww! ‘Tshhhieew!”

Charlie blinked, “Oh no, it’s fine, I’d love to… I think I’m immune somehow, if I’ve managed to beat out almost the entire city, I think I’ve got good odds,” she laughed.

Rosie’s feverishly jovial expression drooped, and she raised a curious eyebrow, “I’b sorry… wha?” she asked.

“Yeah, only 7% of Pentagram City is still healthy, everyone else is sick… they’re calling it ‘The Red Spread’ on the news,” Charlie explained calmly, “Did you not know that?”

“Wh- Uhb… No?!” Rosie replied, gesturing to the wall opposite her bed, where a beautiful replica of ‘A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte’ was hung in place of a television, “I’b ndot exactly the kinda gal to keep up with the ndews-snff!-” Rosie pinched a tissue to her face, blowing her ‘nose’ and tossing the tissue on top of the pile surrounding her trash can, “It mbust spread fast… it’s ondly been a few days.”

Charlie let out a nervous laugh, suddenly realizing that Rosie’s bedroom had no windows, “About that…” she began.

Rosie’s grey skin practically turned white, leaving nothing but the vibrant unnatural flush on her cheeks, her ‘nose’, and the undersides of her puffy eyelids, “Charlie… doll… what day is it?” she asked.

“It’s… the 27th,” Charlie said, reading the calendar on her phone.

Rosie tugged at her slightly-messy hair with her manicured fingers, giggling nervously until her laughter devolved into a hoarse cough, “I started feeli’g sick on the 3rd…” she muttered to herself, “The overlord mbeeti’g was on the 1st.”

Charlie cautiously inched closer to Rosie, wrapping the cannibal overlord in a hug, wincing internally at the heat radiating from Rosie’s body- especially her face- and the feeling of her exposed skin, which was clammy and damp with sweat, “I know this has to be frightening… are you okay?” she asked, rubbing Rosie’s back with a splayed hand.

“Everythi’g started getti’g fuzzy,” Rosie whispered, her voice still noticeably hoarse, “I’ve just been sleepi’g and talkin’ to that damn robot… for almost a month.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Charlie asked.

Rosie quietly wiped a few stray tears away with her thumb, inching away from the hug and composing herself, “Help mbe get outta this bed,” she chuckled, swinging her slender legs out from beneath her duvet and sheets, “I’b starvin’ and I ndeed to be somewhere with a window.”

Charlie grabbed hold of Rosie’s hand, gently pulling her onto her feet as she staggered upon leaving her bed, nearly falling to her knees before bracing herself against Charlie for support, “There we go, careful,” she said with a reassuring smile, helping Rosie walk out of her bedroom one step at a time.

Eventually, Charlie got Rosie all the way downstairs into her kitchen, sitting her down at the counter, “There we go, now you can see outside,” she said.

“I didn’t realize that red shit made it all the way over here- snff!- wonder if it’s gotten a’dywhere else,” Rosie pondered, scrubbing at her face to stave off a building itch, “Iih’pshhhIHH! Ih’PSHHEW! Ih’SsHhiEWWW!...Shit, I forgot to bri’g tissues.”

Charlie opened her mouth, about to offer to get them for Rosie, only to pause as Rosie whistled, summoning the little robot that greeted Charlie at the door.

“Can I help you, Miss Rosie?”

“Such a polite little thi’g- snff!- so helpful,” Rosie crooned, petting him on his head, “I ndeed a box of tiihh…IH’TshhIHH! IH’TShhiEww!...tissues, Roland.”

Roland zipped out of the room, returning promptly with a box of tissues, setting them down on the counter next to Rosie and waiting patiently at her side while she blew her ‘nose’, soiling three tissues in the process.

“Do you need anything else?” Roland asked, a dutiful look in his glowing eyes.

Rosie shook her head, waving Roland off with a smile and slowly pushing herself onto her feet once he left the room, her knees trembling underneath her black satin nightgown, “Huh… this bug took more outta me than I thought… I can barely stand on my own two feet,” she croaked, letting go of the counter and taking a deep breath as she slowly inched towards her sink, filling up a tea kettle with water and putting it on the stove.

“You probably just didn’t notice because you’ve been in bed resting for so long,” Charlie proposed, wincing when Rosie let out a hoarse cough, “While we’re waiting for your water to boil… maybe we should take your temperature.”

“Probably… but if I sit down I’m nervous I won’t be able to get back up,” Rosie chuckled, her nervous laughter quickly devolving into a coughing fit that left her winded, “Phew… sorry.”

“We can take it while you’re standing,” Charlie said, nearly jumping out of her skin when she noticed Roland had silently appeared next to her, holding a mercury thermometer with a kind smile, “Thanks, Roland.”

Roland nodded in silence before disappearing into the other room.

Rosie gently removed the thermometer from Charlie’s hands, giving it a good shake before placing it under her tongue, swaying on her heels and sniffling occasionally, desperate to squash a furious tickle in her sinuses that was threatening to turn into a sneeze.

By the time the thermometer was ready to be removed, Rosie was desperately scrubbing at her face to keep from sneezing and launching the thermometer across the room, quickly turning away when Charlie pulled it out of her mouth, “I-iih-IHH’PSHHHIEW! Hih’TSsCHHIEWWW! Ih’psSHiIEWW! Ih’pshhiew! ‘TssHIEW! I-IH’pSHHHEW!” she sneezed rapidly, unable to cover the germy spray with her hands paralyzed by the fit.

Charlie squinted to locate the stopping point of the mercury while Rosie noisily emptied her sinuses and groaned at the friction hurting her raw nostrils, the sensitive skin becoming red, chapped, and shiny with moisture from the slow trickle of mucus.

“Well, dond’t keep mbe id suspense- snff, snFF!- what’s it say?” Rosie asked, “SnfF- ih… I-IHH’KSHHEWW!...’Scuse be.”

“Almost 103,” Charlie announced, pressing the back of her hand against the side of Rosie’s neck, and then resting it against each of the overlord’s slightly bony cheeks, feeling the searing heat radiating from her skin, “You definitely feel hot… and that would explain why you’re so weak and dizzy.”

Rosie shrugged as she moved her whistling kettle away from the heat, “Can’t argue with that,” she croaked, bracing herself against the counter and grabbing a mug from her cabinet, setting it down next to the kettle and pawing around until she located a box of tea bags, placing two at the bottom of the mug.

“So… when did you hire Roland? He seems sweet,” Charlie piped up randomly, attempting to make conversation as Rosie sniffled and prepared her drink- adding a generous squirt of honey, a bit of lemon juice, and a refrigerated vial of blood into her mug before filling it up with hot water.

“Oh I didn’t hire him, he was a gift… I let a few of these little incubi come to Cannibal Town to do a few polls for a month, and when they left I got a big package in the mail from their boss… apparently these robots are popular for-” Rosie paused, letting out a guttural barking cough and rubbing her throat, “-sorry… popular for other purposes, but I’m not that kinda girl, so he mostly did little errands up until I caught this bug. He’s been very helpful.”

“Oh! I thought he looked a little familiar! He’s one of the robots a friend of my dad makes! You took off his little hat,” Charlie giggled.

“Thought he looked nicer without it,” Rosie replied, taking a few big swigs of her drink and sighing with relief, turning away to cough, the cough still sounding dry and deep, scraping against her raw throat, “Sorry-” another cough, “-think all this talkin’ is wearin’ my throat out.”

Charlie frowned, watching Rosie’s legs begin to wobble, and approaching Rosie to offer a supportive arm when it looked like she was going to collapse, “I think you should get back in bed,” she proposed, “You look tired.”

Rosie opened her mouth to object, but vibrated from an intense shiver that seemed to come from her core, her sharp teeth chattering and the flush on her cheeks practically glowing, “I am tired… a-and I’m cold,” she replied, her voice almost a hoarse whimper as she leaned against Charlie for support, her legs shaking harder than the rest of her, “I don’t w-wanna go back to bed… don’t wanna lose track of time again.”

Charlie nodded, “Let’s get you set up on your sofa,” she offered, walking Rosie out of her kitchen and into her den- the room in her residential space attached to the emporium that actually had a television instead of a giant painting.

Rosie collapsed onto the large velvet sofa, still vibrating with chills as Charlie helped move her into a more comfortable reclined position, propping her up with a few pillows and draping a heavy throw blanket over her shaking form, “Th-thank you,” Rosie sighed, relaxing slightly as the soft blanket brushed against her sensitive skin.

“Of course, I’m happy to help,” Charlie replied with a smile, finger-combing Rosie’s sweat-dampened locks away from her face, “I’m sorry you’re so sick… do you have any medicine?”

Rosie sniffled, “I think I have some fever reducer from when one of my teeth got infected,” she said with a yawn, whistling for Roland, who whizzed into the den holding a bottle of colorful pills.

Roland gently shook the pill bottle after popping off the top, sliding two pills out into his hand and letting Rosie pop them into her mouth, swallowing them without water, which made her cough.

“Thank you, Roland, you’re very helpful!” Charlie said, gently petting Roland on the head before he rushed away, leaving the room and coming back with a freshly-filled hot water bottle, setting it down in Rosie’s lap underneath her blanket, the warmth making Rosie relax.

“Mmm… that feels good,” Rosie yawned, her eyes beginning to droop as she hid a hoarse cough behind her wrist, “I think I’m gonna take a nap- ihh-Ih’PssSHIEW!- I’m exhausted, but I appreciate you visiting, Charlie.”

“It was my pleasure, I’m glad I was able to help, I hope you feel better!” Charlie cheered, giving Rosie a reassuring pat before she fell asleep, turning on her heel and leaving Rosie’s Emporium with a spring in her step.

Grabbing her shopping bag from its hiding place, Charlie began the trek back to the hotel- this time in the right direction- while taking deep breaths to enjoy the pleasant scent of the red mist hanging in the air in Cannibal Town.

“I’ve never smelled something this nice before… it’s like perfume,” Charlie said to herself, “Snff!- it’s such a pretty color, too.”

Absent-minded and focused on getting back to the hotel before the popsicles she’d purchased melted, Charlie swiped the back of her hand underneath her nose, sniffling infrequently as a slight tickle began to build in her sinuses.

Thirty minutes had passed by the time Charlie arrived at the hotel, opening the front door with one hand and scrubbing at her nose with the other, “I’m back!” she announced, setting down her reusable shopping bag on a nearby table.

“Welcome back, Sweetie,” Vaggie greeted in a hushed voice, hopping on her tip-toes until her face was at level with Charlie’s neck so she could pepper the area with affectionate kisses, “You were gone for a while, was the store busy?”

“Nah, I just got lost and realized I was in Cannibal Town, decided to pay the leader of the cannibals a visit- snf!- she’s sick too,” Charlie sighed, “Have any trouble holding down the fort while I was gone?”

“Nope, they’ve all been sleeping like rocks since you left, Niffty even tired herself out, look,” Vaggie snickered, gesturing over to the parlor, where Niffty was sprawled out on her back in her nest of blankets, snoring softly and holding a purring KeeKee as though she were a stuffed animal.

Angel was curled up on the sofa, snoring quietly, occasionally letting out a hoarse, throat-scraping cough or two before settling back into his comfortable slumber. Husk could be heard snoring like a busted lawnmower from his comfortable hiding place underneath the blankets and nestled between Angel’s legs, his clogged sinuses vibrating with every inhale.

Alastor, from his position on the loveseat, was fast asleep, his usual grin diminished to a slight smile, and his lungs rumbling from congestion once again.

“Oh- snff!- I got this,” Charlie whispered, leaning over the back of the loveseat and bracing one hand against Alastor’s chest before using the other to quietly pat his upper back.

Two minutes later, Alastor- still asleep- opened his mouth to unleash a crackling wet cough, swallowing the sputum that he’d managed to bring up…much to Charlie’s chagrin and Vaggie’s violent disgust.

“Euch,” Charlie muttered, fingers twitching near Alastor’s head, wanting to give the Radio Demon a reassuring rub between his fluffy ears, but ultimately deciding to respect the fact that if he wasn’t subdued by fever, Alastor would hate being touched, “At least you coughed it up… snff!”

Vaggie turned to face her girlfriend, “Charlie… you okay?” she asked.

“Mhm! Why do you ask?” Charlie asked, her pale cheeks flushing pink.

Vaggie glanced at Charlie, looking at the stream of moisture trickling down her girlfriend’s face, “Your nose is running…” she said, handing Charlie a couple of folded-up tissues.

“Oh! Thanks for telling me- snff!- it’s a little itchy,” Charlie rambled, wiping off her nose and wrinkling it to fight off the building itch.

Vaggie focused her eye on Charlie’s nose, watching her wrinkle and wiggle it like a rabbit in between wetter and lengthier sniffles. Charlie swiped and scrubbed at the trickle of cloudy fluid leaving her nose until she gave up and pinched a few tissues over her nostrils instead.

“I-snFF!- I think I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll be back,” Charlie said, vanishing upstairs, leaving Vaggie to her own devices once again.

“Well, I don’t feel like waking them up to give them the medicine yet… or staring at them while they sleep,” Vaggie pondered to herself, pulling out her phone and scrolling through some of her text messages, opening a link to a recipe and smiling, “I know something I can do to help… if I hurry I can be done before Charlie’s out of the shower.”

An hour later, Charlie- freshly showered and in her pajamas- entered the parlor to find that Angel and Husk were awake, and that a heavenly smell was wafting into the parlor from the kitchen.

“Eyy, look-” Angel paused to cough, “-look who it is, welcome back…Hah’TssHIEW! A-ah’TsSHHEW!” he said, his voice noticeably rougher-sounding.

“I’ve been- snff!- back for a bit, you guys were asleep, though,” Charlie chuckled, leaning over the back of the sofa and sneakily grabbing two tissues, wiping the underside of her nose, “H-hihh- how are you guys feeling?”

“Like shit,” Angel replied, stroking the back of Husk’s head from underneath the blankets, raising a fist to his mouth and letting out a heavy barking cough.

“Oh! I a-ahh… almost forgot about the medicine,” Charlie cheered, rummaging through her shopping bag and handing Angel a bag of cough drops, “These should help.”

Angel nodded, “Thanks,” he said, unwrapping a purple cough drop and sliding it into his mouth, sucking on it and smiling as the soothing solution coated his throat.

“Hh’kzzht! Hh’Tshhh! Hih’ptshh! Hnk’tsh!”

Husk popped his head out from underneath the blankets Angel had draped over them both, “Gesundheit,” he said, still a bit groggy.

“I didn’t sneeze, Pretty Kitty,” Angel laughed.

“Hhnk’Tshh! Hh’Ddtsh! Hnk’zZt! Hhnk’tchew!”

“You didn’t, but somebody is,” Husk muttered, his sensitive ears twitching, “You alright over there, Princess?”

Charlie sheepishly moved her hands away from her runny nose, clasping them behind her back, “Me? Yeah, I’m fine! I didn’t sneeze, I’m okay!” she said, bouncing on her heels and struggling to ignore the moisture leaking from her nostrils, “Hh’Ktshh! ‘Tshh! ‘Kzxhtt!”

Husk’s ears twitched again, “You sure you didn’t?” he asked, staring at Charlie with a knowing expression, noticing that the princess’s hands were clasped over her face to cover her nose, “Why’re you coverin’ your face?”

“Uhb… just… felt sombethi’g id mby teeth, that’s all… ndothi’g e-ehh… Eh’pchiew! Eh’pshhiew! Eh’KSsHIEW! ‘Kshhew! ‘KshHiEWW!” Charlie said, doubling over from the fit of damp sneezes, dragging the back of her wrist under her nostrils when she finished, “Euch… snRKK!”

Husk smirked, “There we go,” he said, pleased with himself as he repositioned his head against Angel’s chest, “Gesundheit again.”

Angel raised an eyebrow, quietly offering Charlie his box of tissues, “You alright?” he asked, his throat feeling considerably better after his cough drop finished dissolving.

“Oh y-yeah, I’b fide!” Charlie lied, biting her lip and rubbing her upper arms, “Just…just a little chilly- Snff, snff!- satin isd’t the warbest fabric for PJs a’dyway.”

“You sure? Cause it sounds like you got a serious traffic jam up here,” Angel said, his tone teasing and jovial to avoid stressing Charlie out, tracing a circle around his ‘nose’ with a slim finger.

Charlie held up a finger to indicate pause, pinching a few tissues around her nostrils and letting loose a heavy, gurgling blow that soaked the tissues almost instantly, “Euch… I dunno how I got so stuffed up so fast,” she groaned, scrubbing at her nose with the heel of her palm, “E-Eh’DdTshhHEW! Eh’KSHHEW! Eh’KkzZshhiew!”

Angel stared at Charlie’s friction-reddened nose, her papery flushed cheeks, her watery eyes, and her streaming nostrils, “Maybe you should sit down, Dollface… you’re not lookin’ too hot,” he suggested.

Charlie nodded, walking over to the armchair and sitting down- fitting in it comfortably due to it being made for someone closer to Alastor’s height, “I don’t feel well,” she mumbled, her eyes welling up with tears and her sinuses clogging, “I thig’k I’b getti’g sick…”

“The words ‘think’ and ‘gettin’ are both doin’ a lot of legwork in that statement,” Husk said, “Sounds like you’re plenty sick already…”

Charlie sniffled, hugging her knees in her seat as she attempted to suppress a shiver, “Where’s Vaggie? I ndeed a hug,” she whined, dabbing at her watery eyes with a tissue before blowing her nose.

“She’s in the kitchen around the corner I think… whatever she’s doin’ in there smells amazing,” Angel said with a sigh, “I’d get up and give ya a hug but last time I stood up I was so dizzy I nearly split my skull open on the coffee table.”

“If I can walk over to you, will you hug mbe?” Charlie asked, her eyes pleading and a smile spreading across her face when Angel responded with a nod. Quickly, Charlie sprung to her feet, struggling to ignore the fact that she felt slightly disoriented.

After a few careful and deliberate steps, Charlie collapsed onto her knees next to the sofa, wrapping her arms around Angel and melting into the hug, “Angel… I really don’t feel good,” she complained, “Is this how you guys have beed feeli’g- snff!- for almost a month?”

“Pretty much,” Husk replied with a yawn.

“It’s hittin’ you like a ton ‘a bricks,” Angel remarked, slipping one of his arms out of the hug and pressing his palm against Charlie’s forehead, lowering his eyelids upon realizing why he felt no noticeable difference, “Forgot I won’t be able to tell cause I’ve got a fever.”

“If I don’t have one now- snff!- I probably will later,” Charlie groaned, slowly pulling away from the hug and walking back over to the armchair, collapsing into her seat and hugging her knees again.

“Alright, everyone sit up, it’s been too long since any of you had something other than drugs in your stomach so before you take any medicine, you’re gonna eat,” Vaggie instructed, walking into the parlor with five ceramic bowls in hand, setting them down one by one onto the coffee table.

Angel and Husk slowly removed themselves from their comfortably warm tangle of feverish bodies and blankets, sliding onto the floor in front of the sofa and sitting in front of the two bowls they’d claimed so they could sit together.

Angel reached over into the nest of blankets on the carpet and shook Niffty, who quickly woke up and began frantically looking around, sweat trickling from her hairline, “Relax, Niff, come sit… we’re eatin’,” he said, smoothing out Niffty’s bangs with his fingertips.

Niffty quickly dusted off her nightgown and joined Angel and Husk on their side of the coffee table, briefly turning away to cover a hoarse cough with her wrist.

Charlie- whose energy was quickly losing the battle to febrile fatigue- stood up from her curled position in the armchair and walked over to the opposite end of the coffee table.

“Alastor, get up,” Husk muttered, his adorable feline nose twitching, “hH’RRSCHHUH! HrR’SCHUHHH! H-huhh…HNK’TCHOO!”

Alastor stirred, peeling his head off of his arms and slowly leaving his reclined position on the loveseat, fever rouging his cheeks and exhaustion leaving dark rings under his eyes, “Mmm? What timbe is it?” he croaked, sliding off of the loveseat and joining the group on the floor, “I feel hot…”

“Mbe too,” Charlie remarked, leaning against Alastor and sniffling.

“Good, everyone’s awake,” Vaggie said, Razzle walking behind her and holding a large pot as she brandished a ladle, spooning a portion of something hot, fragrant, and red into each of the five bowls, “Dinner time… I’m using a soup recipe that a friend texted me once, hopefully I didn’t fuck it up.”

“EhH’KSHHEW! Eh’TsShHIEW!- Thanks Vaggie…SnFF!” Charlie said in a far more drowsy version of her typical cheerful voice before turning away to blow her nose.

“Of course, happy to help,” Vaggie replied, leaning down and kissing Charlie’s warm forehead before gently brushing her blonde hair out of her face, “pobrecita… I’m sorry you got sick.”

“It’s okay- SnFF!- I’ll be fine,” Charlie replied, rubbing at her left eye before picking up her spoon and taking a cautious bite of her soup, humming with a smile on her face. Warm broth washed down Charlie’s throat and the complex spice mixture made her sinuses leak, moisture trickling down from her nostrils that she had to swipe at with a folded-up tissue.

Alastor- a bit too loopy and out of sorts to feel comfortable using a spoon for fear of biting the metal- grabbed hold of his bowl and tilted it upwards, taking careful gulps of broth and pausing to chew on the spice-laden vegetables and shrimp without spilling a drop. Setting his half-empty bowl down onto the coffee table, he licked his lips.

“Mmm,” Alastor hummed, rocking back and forth as his mind wandered away from the present moment.

Savoring the spices on his tongue and the comfortable warmth filling his stomach, Alastor felt himself drift away until he was surrounded by the familiar smells of his childhood home. Sitting in a squeaky chair at a wooden kitchen table and massaging his sopping wet nest of curls with a towel, Alastor silently cursed himself for the visible flecks of blood and dirt on the ankles of his drenched slacks.

“Hh-Hih’KsSHEWW! Hih’TshHHuh!” Alastor pawed around on his person for his handkerchief- still lost in his own memories, he scoffed and attempted to fold the cloth over, wiping his runny nose on the side that wasn’t stained with someone else’s blood. Suddenly, a cool hand on his cheek made the scene feel so much more tangible, Alastor leaned into the touch and stared at a familiar figure with fever-lacquered eyes.

‘Silly boy, I don’t know for the life of me how you’ve grown so big and so tall and so smart without a lick of good sense… be lucky all you got from rootin’ around the forest in the rain was a cold. Alastor, it’s huntin’ season… I don’t want one of them hunters to hear you step on a twig and mistake you for somethin’ they can mount as a trophy,’

“Mm… sorry,” Alastor mumbled, a half-whimpering apology to the blurry visage of his mother that faded away in an instant, leaving his hellbound comrades in its place. Gathering himself and blowing his nose into his handkerchief, Alastor finished eating, “This is delicious,” he said to Vaggie.

“It’s amazin’,” Angel said after swallowing the spoonful that was in his mouth, the warm almost-too-spicy broth bringing him back to shivering in his childhood home on Long Island, his puffy winter coat hung over the radiator and a blood-soaked baseball bat leaned against the wall.

“Mmhm,” Husk muttered in agreement, savoring his last spoonful as he drifted into the comfortable memory of relaxing at his dining room table after a day of shooting loaded dice, the soothing feeling of warm broth coating his sore throat making him smile as the mirage of a familiar hand adorned with faux-jade bangles reached up to press a palm to his forehead.

“I’ve never had someone else make something like this for me,” Niffty sniffled tearfully, not nearly feverish enough for a familiar flavor to pull her head-first into her memories, but feeling sentimental enough to swallow a spoonful of broth and remember sneakily polishing off a bowl of soup in her old kitchen to clear her sinuses and soothe her throat before erasing any evidence of illness away with makeup and traipsing into the living room to do her due diligence as a wife.

“I’m glad you guys liked it,” Vaggie said, collecting the empty bowls and handing them to Razzle, who hurriedly took them to the kitchen and set to work washing them, “Alright, medicine and then I’m leaving you to your devices while I head to bed.”

Thirty minutes later, all five patients were back in their respective lounging areas of the parlor, dosed up with apple-flavored fever reducer- except for Niffty- and ready to doze off.

“Alright, see you guys in the morning, crossing my fingers that things finally turn a corner, G’night guys!” Vaggie said with a friendly wave before vanishing up the stairs.

“‘Night,” Angel remarked, his voice drowsy as he shut his eyes, still unconsciously massaging Husk’s head from under the blankets even as he fell asleep himself.

“Goodnight,” Alastor yawned, tugging his blanket up to his shoulders and curling up tighter on the loveseat, feeling more comfortable without febrile chills threatening to rouse him from his slumber.

“Nighty-night!” Niffty cheered, burrowing into her nest of blankets and shutting her eye.

“G’night Vaggie…Ehh’TsHHIEW!... I love you,” Charlie whispered, sprawling out in the armchair until she found a comfortable position, quickly falling asleep once she shut her eyes, snoring softly.

“I love you too,” Vaggie whispered from her spot leaning over the second floor balcony before turning away to tug at her face in frustration, “If things don’t get better soon I’m gonna have to get to the bottom of this, aren’t I?” she asked no one in particular.

“Yes, yes you are,” a familiar voice teased as it leaked out of a decorative radio that sat on a table in the hallway.

“Go to sleep, Alastor,” Vaggie scoffed, tapping the radio with her spear on her way down the hall.

“Way ahead of you,” the voice responded, the radio shutting off with an audible click as Alastor stirred in his sleep with a mischievous smile.

Vaggie rolled her eyes, walking into her and Charlie’s bedroom and shutting the door behind her, leaving the hotel dark, still, and quiet save for congested snoring and the occasional hoarse cough from downstairs.

Things weren’t exactly improving, but they were at least under control.

#snz #snz kink #snz fic #illness kink #ha/zb/in ho/tel #gingey.rtf

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Teeth 2

Well, here we go again! this is still gross, but some people seem to enjoy it so I kept going! If you like it or have any feedback, I'd love to hear it!

Link to Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/its-warm-in-here/741702465482883072/teeth?source=share

Alastor x !DeerDemon! Reader

Warnings: imbalance of power, cannibalism, i guess this falls into vore??

A nervous voice rings like a bell, jerking you back to consciousness. “Where’d you say they were?”

The light above you is bright and blinding on one side. In the other eye, not so much. Every nerve blazes in agony. Your neck is bent at a bad angle, but you give your remaining good leg a kick. Pain. Acute and grinding rips through. Breathing is sharp and your ears ring. Still, you try to focus. Above, uncertain strangers bicker. “Just outside the fence. Its bizarre. There's not many cars around here and it's not like they could have dragged themselves halfway across the Pentagram in that state.”

“Are you saying someone put them there?”

“Not tryin’ to be discouraging or nothin’, but they look a little ehhh...Roadkill-eysh.”

Hell, you certainly felt like it.

“The innards are spilling!” another squeaks and giggles, then something pointy jabs into your gut.

“Not helping, Niffty,” a lower female voice scolded and shooed away the tiny, stabbing demon off. “Still. They’re looking better off than most hell carrion I’ve seen. At least they could get themselves to us before any cannibals came sniffing.”

You cough and the vision finally comes swimming back to your other eye. Demons of all sorts hover above, the blond one desperately tries to tend to the worst of your wounds but seems to be panicking more than anything while her partner tries to intervene. The air in your chest rattles with each breath as your ribs pop and crack back into place. You try to say something but the only sound you get is a sort of half weeze. Probably have a collapsed lung or something. Fuck that truck driver. Double damn him! Regeneration never feels good, but at least it didn't take too terribly long, like some sinners you knew. Even if it was agonizing. Give it a day or so and you’d be right as rain, with or without the help of this Hotel Staff.

That being said, you hoped they knew what they were doing. Healing a broken bone took some time and if they made it worse, that’d just slow you down even more. And you can’t have that. While the strangers fret above, your head lolled to the side. There, in the doorway another figure lingers. It's just a silhouette, you can tell they're tall, but the thing that catches your eye is that impossibly wide, yellow grin. That stands out against the shadows like its glowing. It's so familiar. And unsettling.

Several hands take hold of your limp shoulder and someone starts counting, “On three, okay? One. two. Three!” tears prick your good eye and you can’t stop the scream that rips from your chest but it quickly dies to a whimper. It's painful, debatably than before, but you can feel your fingers again. Your eyes flutter as you teater on the edge of consciousness. Head falling to the side once more, you let the hotel staff continue tending to the big gash over your hip.

You can’t hear it over the bickering of your saviors, but the figure in the hall’s mouth opens in what you can only assume is a chuckle by the way their chest flutters. If anything this face looked, for lack of a better word, pleased. With one final leer, that smile swept out of view. Something in you churns.

“Charlie, I’m gonna need you to keep their leg still,” the only voice with any reason orders. Her partner hops-to in response and two little hands grip the injured leg. “Okay, um, sorry I don't know your name, but this is gonna hurt.”

It does. Then everything goes black again.

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It happens again when you’re cleaning up after dinner.

Creole food is great and all, but it uses everything in the kitchen, and it sticks bad on the pan. Niffty was busy with clearing the table and getting the exorbitant amount of dishes loaded into the wash. Besides, with her little arms, she’d end up head first in the big pot. So it fell to you to scrub the oversized dutch oven tonight. You’ve been working on this for a good ten minutes but the remaining fond caked onto the base was just was not giving up. Somehow, you’ve managed to slosh soapy water all up your sleeves and onto the front of your shirt. Cursing under your breath, you apply your best elbow grease to the base of the pot.

There's the briefest touch at the top of your tail then a quick yank on the hair. You yelp, whirling around. “What the actual fuck-”

“You know, if you leave it soak, that will be much easier to handle,” the radio demon muses. His gaze is fixed on the bit of hair he’d plucked, rolling it back and forth between his fingers. “And I'd avoid that steel wool. Can't have you ruining my best pot.”

Scowling, you dry your hands on a soaked apron then put them on your hips. “Well, maybe if the chef took some responsibility to clean up his dishes, I wouldn’t be putting his cookware in danger.”

The corners of his mouth quirk up and he tucks the tuft of fur into his breast pocket. “I’ve been wondering if you were still interested in continuing our arrangement.”

Your throat goes dry and hair goes on end. That's a bit to the point. Its not like your last interaction had been dominating your mind or anything. And its not like you’d had some rather... vivid nightmares on the subject. Nothing at all like that. It stirs a mixture of emotions, pained but intrigued. If Alastor is asking after another ‘nibble,’ then he’s been thinking about this too. And that might entail another favor. “I’d be lying if it hadn’t crossed my mind.”

“Excellent. I must say after a meal like that, I'm in the mood for a little... entremet.”

That makes your head spin. This cant be like last time. Not with so many rules that hadn't been set, too many boundaries that could be tested. Not with him so smug. “Oh, o-of course.” He’d been respectful thus far, but that didn't mean he wouldn’t pull something nasty in the second encounter. “But I need some ground rules, Alastor,” you step back, bumping against the counter and he closes in. Cornered again. Your ears drop and he can't look more pleased. Heart hammering, you put on your best smile. “You get your palette cleanser but I pick where you bite. And you stop when I say.”

He hums and straightens himself to his full, towering height. “Sounds like a deal.” Green swirls around his extended hand and dread fills your belly.

Quickly, you snap your hand up, pinky held aloft between you. “N-no deals. This is a promise. Alright?”

Alastor’s eyes narrow as he contemplates your offer. This is a bad idea, right? Before you can consider the consequences, his pinky locks with yours. “Promise.” There's a rush of energy and a small burst of green. He lets go, rolling his shoulders as he tucks his hands into the small of his back, and leaving you dumb founded, staring at your empty hand. “Give that pot another scrub then meet me upstairs.”

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There's no answer when you knock. Briefly you think to wait in the hall, but the voices of Husk and Angel echo up the nearby stairwell. So you duck in, surprised to find the door unlocked. Once more, you are greeted by the outside air contrasted by the roaring warmth of the hearth. You linger near the door, as you haven’t been officially invited in.

Swallowing, you stare up at the mounted antlers and taxidermied bones. In another afterlife, that could have been you. Peeled apart as some trophy for a cannibalistic freak. Thank whatever power that dedicated hell for making you more durable than his normal prey. Still, it did warp your relationship with the Radio Demon. He probably would never have even looked your way were it not for the strange coincidence that you were also a deer. But didn't that make you feel just a little special? Like you had something in common with one of the most powerful being this side of Pentagram City? And maybe you could utilize some of that power if you stay in his good graces...

Even if he only wanted you for meat.

You shake your head and rip your gaze from the dead animals and to further into the room. For a moment, you consider taking the seat from last time or putting on some jazz, but there’s a gust of wind from the forest that makes you turn. Pentagram City might be a bustling, chaotic, absolutely insane metropolis, but it was hardly known for its great outdoors.

Air moves through the trees, whistling a bit as it blows past the opening to Alastor’s room. Just beyond, there's a small table with a single chair and past that, the forest expands to a blue-green bayou. It's enticing. The grass sinks into the marshy ground beneath your hooves as you step into the impossible bit of nature contained in the Hotel. Cautiously, you step over to that little table and rest your palm against the tree. It certainly feels like a real cypress tree, the bark is rough and the tight pine needles are prickly in your hand. Above your head, lights like fireflies dance and illuminate the underside of the tree and the wet smell of moss fills your nose. You take a deep breath. Beyond the tree, the bayou stretches out with more cypress and cat tails. Much of the soft ground gives way to murky blue water, but you can see where a path would lead through the trees. In the distance some animal is shifting through the underbrush. This was much more pleasant than the foyer. Maybe you could convince Alastor about adding one of these to your room.

That is, if he offered another favor for a favor. No need to push too fast. Push too hard. Besides, you had more pressing matters than asking after a backyard.

“Well, you certainly know how to make yourself at home.”

You jump nearly a foot in the air and whirl around. At the one seat, Alastor sips an after dinner espresso, eyes closed and legs crossed like he’d been there the whole time. Hell, maybe he had been here. Quickly, your smile returns along with a bout of anxiety. “It is lovely here. Can you blame me for getting swept up in the view?” Alastor opens his eyes just a bit to look you up and down. Then he rises, coming to your side. His hand rests on your shoulder and he turns you to face the cat tails. “Did you make it? Or is this some doorway to another place?”

“A bit of both,” he says cryptically as you admire the slow moving current. “Have you thought about what treat you're giving me today, my deer?” His hand slides from your shoulder to the base of your neck, nails pricking at the nape.

You scoff, and snap to face him out of his grasp. Alastor’s gaze that had been fixed on the back of your head locks onto your eyes instead. “Are you always this straight forward with your food or am I just lucky? Besides, there was no time limit on our little promise. Maybe I'd rather wait for tomorrow instead. Or even next week.”

A staticky chuckle rattles from his chest and his hand comes to trace the line of your jaw instead. Your heart skips a beat. “Oh, I highly doubt that. Not when you’re so eager to please.” He gives your cheek a sharp pinch.

“Of course,” you fire back and lace your fingers behind your back. “I like pleasing everyone.” You strut past him, ears straight forward and tail aloft then take a seat on the little metal table. Confidently, you cross your legs at the ankle and lower your gaze at him. This can’t be too easy, or Alastor would lose interest in the game. “You’re not so special Mr. Radio Demon.”

His head tilts and static blares in a sort of question. “A bit bold of you deer. Putting on a show for me, hmm?”

You bite your lip and taste iron. “Please, who would ever need to put on a show for you?” Alastor’s face tightens, trying to discern your lie or maybe he’s just insulted. Either way, even if you’re new to this performance thing, it was having some sort of effect on the demon. “So, I was thinking-” you point to your arm- “here-” you point to your thigh- “Or here.”

Alastor’s eyes light up. “Oh-ho, multiple choice!” He gives your arm a pat. “Let's start here.” Suddenly, something strong wraps around your waist and you're lurched from the table to a chair that appears from thin air. The momentum almost makes it topple to the marsh. You lurch forward, grabbing the table and landing hard on the glass. Before you can right yourself, that strange force grips around your wrist, trapping it against the table.

Then the jazz kicks on.

And there's a knife.

It's a quick flick of the silver blade and a ribbon of flesh is sliced away from your inner arm. “Ah-!” the scream dies in your throat as he pops the bit of you into his mouth. Can't interrupt his morsel, where were your manners? With teeth grit and fist balled you bite out, “-ah, little warning next time?” Alastor side eyes you, appreciating the bite with hums of enjoyment instead of an answer. The cut is painful, but clean. As if he'd sliced a filet off your forearm. You take in a sharp breath. There isn't much blood and the wound is quick to start patching up, but it's definitely deeper than the last time. Around your wrist, a shadow keeps your arm locked in place. It feels like it might give if you pulled hard enough but you keep your arm still the best you can.

“Tasty,” he remarks and your stomach flutters as he lines the blade up for another go. There's more warning but not enough and you bite down on the inside of your cheek. He pauses a moment watching you wince, smirking at your reaction. This time, he slices your flesh into a few pieces using a knife and fork. Taking his time.

Savoring this.

With each bite, you stare intently, a tight lipped smile fixed in place. Each bit of you slipping down Alastor's throat made your abdomen tighten with something between nausea and excitation. While this was different from the last time, like an after dinner snack instead of a quick exchange, you can't help but feel a twinge of resentment. Last time had been close. Intimate. You want to feel his teeth again.

“It's rude to stare, deer,” red eyes meet your own before turning down and taking another cut, this time off your bicep.

Intimidated, your gaze snaps to the blade, watching his knife cut a good inch into your arm then glide down along the bone. He must notice your struggling to keep still, as another black tentacle loops around the hollow of your elbow. This is the most he's taken. Red. Dripping. It hurts, more than the others but you can't tear away as Alastor flays the skin from his prize. Had you not known better, the muscle of your arm might have been appetizing. Like a cut of flank steak in need of a good seer.

And Al finishes it in one bite.

“Enough,” it sounds more confident than you feel. His fingers click and the hold of your arm lets up. You scramble back, running your fingers up and down the new skin. It smooths and prickles at your touch. Luckily you’re not prone to scarring. “That was a bit much for a palette cleanser, don't you think?” you snap. Chills still run up your arm and where he cut tingles like a limb that had fallen asleep.

He dabs his mouth on a handkerchief embroidered with a big ‘A.’ It comes back with a blot of red. “And you handled it surprisingly well,” Alastor muses with a note of pride. “Not many are quite so calm under my knife.”

“Yeah, and not many patch quite this quick,” you fire back, goosebumps dot the flesh, the new nerves flaring in the cool air, but you drop your arms to your sides and approach the little table once more. Anyone else would be bleeding all over his nice grass. “Does our agreement still stand? Favor for a favor?”

“Questioning my integrity as an overlord?” he jabs with a hint of sarcasm, and takes a long, loud sip from his expresso, making you wait as he finishes the drink. “You are a bit of a spit fire today. What is it you’re after, my deerest?” Your tongue suddenly feels thick and dry in your mouth. It had been so perfect in your brain, just ask him to fix your problem. A simple intimidation from the Radio Demon and you’d be off the hook and out from under that Shylock’s thumb. Then these freaky visits would be over. Huh. Or even ask about having a portal to this realm in your own room. Heaven knows how much you missed the fresh air. Just say something. Alastor regards you with glee as your brain desperately tries to concoct exactly how to answer him. “Now, now, don’t think about it too hard on it, you’ll have steam coming off your ears any moment.”

You blink twice at his smug grin, when the request hits you. Just the thing to make the sinner squirm and keep him guessing without giving away too much of yourself. Just the thing to stay in the game. “No, I know what I want.”

“Hmmm?” He thinks he’s winning.

“Flesh,” the words feel repellent on your tongue, but you smirk through it, “I want to try it. Yours, to be specific.”

The music stops with an abrupt scratch of the record.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor is a cannibal #alastor is asexual #dont like dont read #cannibalism #this is fun!

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The Devil’s Little Secret

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Summary: Where did you stand? Were you chasing after something that wasn’t there? You tried to cast your feelings aside, pushing them to enjoy and moment with him you could in secrecy. A Halloween party was sure the perfect opportunity to pull down that guard and expose things for what truly are…But was it going to be what you hoped for?

Word count: 11.5k (we couldn’t help ourselves 🤭)

A/N: Tonight is a little bittersweet for me. I’m excited to share the final installment of the Halloween Collection, but I’m saddened to wrap up this collab with the lovely Allie - @ageofnations . Jake was the one we were both most excited for and I think it shows. We really hope you guys enjoy this. This month has been a wild ride for sure.

Don’t forget to send Allie your feedback, love, and support as well. I really couldn’t have done with without her. She killed it as always ❤️

Warnings cursing, alcohol consumption, sexually explicit content, 18+ MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral m! receiving, masturbation, voyeurism, blindfolding, use of a sex toy, dom! Jake, degradation, praise, a little scratching/biting, slapping, choking, spit kink, lots of dirty talk)

This was a stupid idea.

Why didn’t you just go with what you were comfortable with? You always went with a funny costume. Funny was safe. It was expected.

But this? This was dangerous. You were practically dancing on thin ice.

The nerves you had been keeping at bay all night were beginning to creep up as you rubbed your palms against the fishnet tights covering your thighs while you stood at their front door.

You had felt so confident in front of the mirror at home, twirling and posing for almost an hour, even taking pictures and videos of yourself. It was just enough time before you could talk yourself out of the idea and change your outfit entirely.

You weren’t even sure what came over you when you bought this costume. It wasn’t like anything you had worn before, especially in a setting like this. It had taken you nearly thirty minutes to figure out how to place the thin black straps of the pentagram harness across your chest. The vibrant red, latex dress fitted your frame like a corset, hugging your body as if it was a second skin. The intricate stitching and boning through the bodice gave you the accentuated curves that some people would pay to have. Each v-line of the cups pushed your breasts up in the most delectable way, just enough to risk them spilling out if you were to bend over.

The garment barely came down to cover the swell of your ass, causing it to peak out with every stride in your step. It was undoubtedly the most daring outfit you have ever purchased and put on your body.

But was this the perfect ploy at grabbing his attention or would it seem pathetic and desperate?

He hadn’t spoken or sent a single text to you in over two weeks. He wasn’t even the one to invite you over tonight. It was his brother that insisted you come join them in whatever this costume party entailed.

The temptation to just throw it all into the open acted like an irritating itch you couldn’t quite scratch. You thought tonight might be the greatest opportunity to do so. Just to see where you stand. Was he just stringing you along? Was it really just sex when it was convenient for him? You wanted the answer, but you were more scared that it wasn’t going to be the answer you hoped for. You were too afraid of losing what you had, even if it made you question everything. Even if you had to pretend that sex was all you wanted.

You considered it, time and time before. There had always been moments where you thought you could slip into conversation with him about such a serious topic, but you almost always talked yourself out of it. Even as you stood outside the door he was undoubtedly behind, you hadn’t decided on a plan. You hoped it would come to you by the time you came face to face with him again.

As soon as you entered the house, the walls of your chest reverberated with the music blaring through speakers. Strobing multi-colored lights flashed across the decorated house. You smoothed out your dress again for the millionth time tonight, now stressing that the length was too short for comfort. You thought you’d get used to it, but now with the amount of people pencil—packed into the twin’s place, you weren’t so sure.

Your eyes scanned around the room, adjusting to the flashing lights in hopes of catching a familiar face. When you finally spotted one, a sigh of relief puffed from your lungs. With a target in mind, you shimmied past people grinding each other while trying to avoid a rogue drink from spilling on the costume that you worked meticulously to put together.

He was pouring a bottle of tequila along a row of shot glasses when you approached him. You took a moment to study over the details of his costume. One thing you could guess was that it included a toga given the large amount of white fabric draped across his slender form, pinned right above his shoulder. He completed the ensemble with a pair of his well-loved Birkenstocks and a golden wreath crown nestled in the mane of curls, making evident that this was a last-minute costume thrown together.

“Josh,” you announced your arrival to your dear friend.

“Hey! Oh-“ he paused the moment his eyes flicked up to meet yours, spilling the clear liquor across the counter in doing so. That’s when he straightened, preparing himself to take in the full sight of you. “Oh…”

A mischievous grin spread across his already more than inebriated face as he looked down at your body, taking in the different parts of your outfit. “So… you’re the…” When his eyes caught the set of tiny red horns peeking out through your hair, he was able to piece it all together,“…the devil?”

You giggled, admittedly relieved that your choice of costume was at least identifiable to him. “That’s right.”

“God, I fucking love Halloween.”

It was the way he said it, paired with the look he was giving you that made your cheeks flush with heat.

You leaned over the counter, grabbing one of the shot glasses lined in front of him, giving him a nice view of your chest. “And you are?”

There was a moment of silence from him not answering you right away, but when you caught him staring, he quickly cleared his throat, “Apollo, of course.”

You raised a questioning brow.

“Ya’know? God of music and art. Poetry. The sun and light-“ He started to ramble on about the Greek deity, sharing facts you would never remember after this conversation.

You nudged his shoulder, cutting him off to bring his attention back to you, “Okay, okay. I got it. It fits you.”

“I’m flattered you think so.”

You teased with a giggle, tugging the fabric bunched at his hip, “But is this your bedsheet?”

“Ha. Ha. Keep laughing, missy. At least you know how I look wrapped up in it.” He turned to face you, licking across his bottom lip with a gentle hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, “Want to try it for yourself?”

You rolled your eyes at his blatant attempt at flirting with you, but not without huffing an amused laugh. “Watch yourself, Joshua.”

He released you without protest, settling for a clink of glass he had been holding up to yours. “Alright, alright. The last thing I want is to get in trouble with you.”

You glanced around the room in search of the man that had been on your mind. You decided to take the chance, hoping that the question wouldn’t give you away, “Have you seen Jake?”

He paused before answering, a knowing smirk now forming on his lips. “I’m sure he’s off brooding around here somewhere.”

Although his response didn’t help you much, you knew Josh was probably right. With how Jake had been avoiding you of all people, it would probably take some searching to find him in the sea of people. You wanted to ask more questions about him - what he had been up to if he’s mentioned you if he’s mentioned someone else - but you didn’t want to give Josh any hints about something you weren’t even sure about yourself.

You groaned to yourself before tossing back the night’s first sip of alcohol, knowing that you would need the liquid courage to eventually face him.

“Catch up later?” Your voice squeaked through the burn in your throat, and you winced as it spilled into your empty belly.

Josh only gave a single nod before throwing back his own shot of tequila into his mouth.

As you turned to walk away to leave, a palm swatted across your ass, causing you to yelp from the sudden contact. It was hard enough to get your attention without leaving a sting on the flesh.

You whipped around to see Josh pulling his lip between his teeth, “He’s a lucky man.”

Did you hear that correctly?

“Huh?”

But instead of answering you, he simply walked off with the rest of the shots in hand. For a moment, you stood there, repeating the words in your head over and over again, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. Did he know?

It would make sense if he did know. There were times you had come over to the twins’ shared home while Josh was around. You always tried to sneak in, hide in Jake’s room unless absolutely necessary and tiptoe downstairs if you ever needed to, but even then, it was almost impossible to stay quiet when you were alone with Jake. Especially due to the nature of most of your visits.

If you successfully managed to go through the duration of this affair without Josh suspecting you, you’d might as well be the luckiest person in the world.

But them being so close… wouldn’t they talk? They were twins, in the end. They knew each other like the back of their hands, quite literally. Despite Jake making the agreement with you - one that avoided putting labels on anything for public knowledge - it seemed logical that he’d still mention something to Josh.

You just hoped it was all good things.

As you shuffled around the other partygoers, you thought you saw Jake in the distance, his long chestnut hair flowing off his shoulders and down his back. But before you could begin your investigation, a figure stepped in front of you.

You were barely able to take in the last-minute costume they wore - Hawaiian shirt, camera, and fanny pack making the “tourist” costume believable. By the time you could tell who it was, you were wrapped in a tight hug, the person’s long, lanky arms draped around you and holding you close while they greeted you.

“Hey, Sammy!” You returned much too cheerfully, trying to hide the frustration you felt from his untimely interruption. “I was just about to go say hi to-“

“Jake?” He interrupted as he pulled away from you.

“Yeah, actually. How did you…” Your words trailed off, your slight embarrassment making your cheeks run red.

Sam chuckled at you as you tried to play coy. “Who else would you be trying to piss off by flirting with Josh?”

Your embarrassment turned to defensiveness as soon as the words were uttered. “I wasn’t flirting with- wait… does everyone fucking know?”

“I mean… you guys aren’t subtle,” he reasoned, shrugging and putting his hands in the pockets of his ridiculous cargo shorts. “…and he might’ve told me.”

With a huff, you pushed past him and continued your strides to where you thought Jake was. You’d apologize to Sam later for your behavior and lack of conversation, but with the current emotions you felt, talking to anyone other than Jake didn’t seem like a great idea.

Maybe Josh. Maybe. You’d be okay with it just being him aware of your situationship with Jake, but if he was willing to tell Sam… his loudmouth of a younger brother? You could only imagine who else knew.

He had his back to you as you approached, stuck in some conversation with Danny while they both garnered a drink of their own. In normal circumstances, you wouldn’t approach him in such a manner while he was around others. But now, it seemed as if your prudence would be of no use. So when you finally were in earshot, you spoke over the music that surrounded you.

“You fucking told everyone?!” Your hand wrapped around his bicep in the process of speaking, ripping him out of the conversation he was in and making him turn to face you.

Jake’s expression was one of surprise - obviously from being startled by your sudden, unexpected presence - but when his eyes raked across your body, he simply smirked to himself.

“Y/N,” he greeted plainly, ignoring your question.

You glared at his disinterest, but your eyes shifted over his shoulder as you heard Danny snickering from behind him. There was a certain grin he wore while he sipped from the red plastic cup in his hand, one that told you that the Kiszka brothers weren’t the only ones aware of your “relationship” with Jake.

And that only fueled your anger more.

“Jacob. Your brothers just asked me about… us.” Your voice was feeble by the time you got to the last word. You were unsure what to call whatever this was, and you’d be damned if he used this as an opportunity to poke fun at you. You definitely didn’t want this to be how you exposed your true feelings about him.

“Okay?” He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to elaborate.

“We agreed to keep quiet.” You crossed your arms over your chest, making the stance your weak attempt at protecting your confidence.

“Did we? I didn’t know you were capable of that,” he quipped.

You almost forgot about Danny’s presence until he seemed to choke on the drink he was in the middle of, a sputtering noise coming from him as he chuckled. Your back-and-forth banter with Jake had obviously been amusing to him, but he made his departure with a pat on Jake’s shoulders and a wink shot in your direction. As if he were wishing you both good luck in whatever transpired from this.

Your anger prevented you from returning such a gesture.

“What are you doing here?” Jake continued, looking over your costume once more. “All dolled up as a slutty… devil? How original.”

You knew he was only teasing, but with your current state, the comment made you blush much brighter than it normally would. You finally took the time to inspect his chosen ensemble, hoping you could put together a quip of your own.

Barely covering his torso was a white blouse, the string of what would’ve laced the front of the shirt together left dangling and untied. The long sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, showing off his array of bracelets. Black pants, a pair that you recognized as ones you complimented in the past, were held up by a black belt, the white shirt tucked behind and under the silver buckle.

You could tell he had been tedious about the details of his getup. On his exposed chest sat a number of gothic-themed necklaces, some of which you had never seen before, others his normal choice of jewelry. One, in particular, caught your eye- a metallic set of what looked to be fangs, a red jewel dangling from one of the sharp canines to emulate a drop of blood.

He had even gone as far as to put the tiniest amount of eyeliner on his lash line, something you definitely didn’t mind at all.

“And a vampire is your definition of original?” You bit back at him before taking a step forward to shorten the distance between you. You grinned before chancing a soft graze of your fingertips on the side of his neck, smiling at the two red dots drawn on with makeup to resemble a bite mark. “What lucky lady got to help you with this, huh? If I have to share, I don’t see why you can’t-”

In a flash, Jake grabbed your wrist with his free hand, warning you with an almost growling threat. “Watch it.”

“What are you gonna do? Bite me?” You giggled to yourself. Any anger you had previously was now stamped out by your need to irritate him as much as possible. You relished the attention he was giving you right now, and if this is how you’d get it after weeks of not hearing from him, then so be it.

“You and I both know you’d like that. Stop being a brat.”

You almost whimpered as the grip on your wrist tightened into something almost deliciously painful, but you kept your composure. “What’s the matter, Jake? Not happy to see me?”

Just as you found pleasure in the ache of his fingers wrapped around you, his hold loosened upon hearing your words. His eyebrows tilted slightly in what seemed to be a concern, but it was quickly masked by aggression. “Who said I'm not happy to see you?”

“This attitude or ego or whatever you’ve got going on here. You didn’t even say hello.”

“Of course, I’m happy to see you,” he cooed, dropping your wrist at your side and placing his now-free hand on your hip. He seemed almost sweet as he looked down at you with a smile, but you should’ve known better. The nicety was soon discarded for a taunt hissed between gritted teeth. “Just don’t like seeing everyone look at you like this. You’re dressed like a fucking whore.”

As it always does, the name was successful at making you blush. You ducked your head as he tugged at the bottom hem of your dress, pulling it down as if it were much too short for his liking.

“I wanted to look good for you, Jakey.” Your voice came out whiny, almost pathetic as your confidence softened. You thought you’d be the one in control of this conversation, but he always found a way of stealing the show. You’ve never been good at resisting him.

With a huff of a laugh, Jake rolled his eyes at your attempt to win him over and be in good graces once again. “Then you should’ve done that when I had you alone. Not when all of my friends are around.” He leaned in closer, looping a teasing finger under one of the straps of the harness over your chest. “Why haven’t you dressed up for me before, baby?”

“You never asked…” You answered simply, but decided to test your chance with him once more. You couldn’t hide your smirk as you continued. “Even tonight, Josh was the one who asked me to come. Maybe I should go to his room tonight.”

“Don’t-” Swiftly, he grabbed your chin, making you gasp and swallow any additional comment you wanted to add in. His glaring eyes were no longer mixed with saccharine, now completely, entirely fed up. “-fucking say that.”

He was observing you, seeing just how you reacted when he treated you like this - like he normally does - in a public space. With the way you were panting, however, he knew there was no difference. His eyes traveled across your features, getting stuck over your lips for a moment too long.

You didn’t know what his next move would be, but his thumb swiping over your plump, pursed lips was not an action you foresaw. The digit smudged the black substance of your lipstick as if he were finger painting with the most delicate pigments.

You didn’t get to see his wide, prideful smile for long before he leaned into your ear, close enough that you could feel his necklace tap against your body as it swung gently from his neck. After waiting a moment, letting his breath fan across the exposed area of your neck, he opened his mouth to speak.

“You’re fucking mine.”

You were stunned. Frozen in your place.

Even when he finally released your jaw with a pointed shove, you couldn’t respond to him.

Jake smirked at your astonishment, proud of himself for rendering you speechless and red-faced. Your mind didn’t register that he had whispered “I’ll be back, angel” until he had already begun to wander through the crowded space. Alone. Without you.

By the time you were able to blink again, you had lost him. You took this as a chance to escape from the overwhelming mass of people, scurrying off to the bathroom as soon as you spotted it. As you bobbed and weaved through, you kept your hand covering the makeup that was now smeared on your lips and cheek, praying no one would ask about it.

When you got to the confines of the room, you were thankful that no one else was occupying the space. You had fully expected someone to be hunkered over the toilet, or even making out in the corner, just moments away from ripping their costumes off of one another. But instead, you were able to shut the door behind you and take a deep breath to calm the nerves that had successfully been stirred again.

You didn’t take a moment to look at the job he had done, choosing to remove it as soon as you could. You ruffled through the cabinets and drawers, finding the spare makeup wipes he had hidden away for you. You always appreciated the gesture, especially since he kept them out of sight of others and replenished them if you ever ran out. Which seemed to happen a lot due to the nature of your visits.

As soon as you grabbed the plastic package, you tore into it, grabbing a wipe with a shaky hand. But when you looked in the mirror and prepared to wipe the makeup that was now out of place, your mind seemed to lag. It was stuck. You were in a trance, engrossed in a merry-go-round that only played the sound of his gravelly voice.

“You’re fucking mine.”

The words repeated in your mind too many times to count. The grip he had on your jaw and chin had already been committed to memory. In the countless weeks and months of your time with Jake, he had never acted so… possessive? There was a lot you were unsure about when it came to labels with him, but this was not one of them. You were his, at least in a sexual way. It was an agreement. He was yours. You were his.

So why was he being so sensitive about it tonight?

The question plagued you while you wiped the black streak from your face, scrubbing in particularly stubborn spots.

You were thankful for the quiet solitude, but soon, the sound of the door opening paired with the growing roar of the party. A ‘tink’ indicated the barrier had been closed once more.

You knew who it was - it’d be unlike him to not follow you here - but you looked up at him in the mirror. A small smirk played on his lips before he spoke.

“I don’t know why you think it’s a good idea to fix your pretty lipstick when you know I’m going to mess it up again later.”

Your hand stalled as you smiled to yourself and dropped the gaze you held with him, suddenly too shy to look him in the eyes. The idea of what he could do to you in here tucked away from the unknowing guests on the other side of the wall, made you blush. But you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Hi, Jacob,” you greeted, this time much more sincere than before.

“Hi, baby,” he returned with a smile.

It wasn’t long before he had sauntered over to you, his chest flush with your back, strong hands holding onto your hips. He pressed his nose into your hair, taking a deep breath before placing a soft kiss on your head.

You tried not to take advantage of these moments, these times when things seemed to cross the line of platonic and ignore the principle of “sex only.” Before these past two excruciating weeks of radio silence from him, times like these were at their peak. Coming over just to spend time with one another instead of strictly for sex. Touches that lingered with no ulterior motive. Kisses that occurred just for the sake of being close to one another.

It had been so easy to slip into a routine with him, not needing to hook up to feel wanted by him. Intimacy that didn’t require sex.

But he took that away from you just when you started to believe that you could possibly have more with him. It seemed as if he were retreating then, but now, he picked up as if he hadn’t taken it all away from you before.

“I really am glad to see you,” he whispered as if it were something he was unsure of. As if he didn’t know if he wanted you to hear it.

“I think we both know why you’re glad that I’m here,” you teased, leaning into the contact of his head still connected with yours.

He shook his head disapprovingly. “Not just that.”

The response intrigued you and raised questions that you wanted to ask. But before you could open your mouth to speak, you felt his grip tighten just moments before twisting you around to face him.

Instinctively, you yelped at the rushed movement, breaking out into a fit of giggles from your reaction. When you looked up at Jake, however, his expression was nothing but serious.

His eyes were glued to your lips, and all signs pointed to him leaning in to kiss you, but as you decided to meet him in the gesture, he pulled away. He’d let you come close, just barely missing, without letting your mouths meet. He smirked at your attempts.

“Predictable,” he noted.

You pouted at him. “Jake, come on-“

“It looks like you’re the one desperate for something, right? You came here looking for trouble, but you’re blaming me.”

“I just want to kiss you.” You tried once more, hoping that your pouting would make him feel sorry for you and finally let you kiss him, but still, he resisted.

In fact, he squeezed your side to distract you. A gesture that made you shriek and squirm in his hold, dropping the makeup wipe from your grasp because of your giggling.

Before you could move to pick up the cloth, Jake had done so himself. You could’ve groaned at the sight of him perched on his haunches below you, and as if he could sense it, he paused in his place. His other hand had dropped to your ankle to steady himself, the skin burning under his touch. You placed a hand on his shoulder as you peered down at him, hoping it would make him stay there longer.

And it did. His movements to discard the wipe were slow, and once it was thrown away, both of his hands were on you. His palms traveled the length of your legs, up your calf to your thigh and back down again. You even felt him press a kiss to your knee before he spoke once again.

“I like these,” he purred, hooking his index fingers into the fishnets covering your thighs. The fabric was released in an instant, hitting your skin with a dull ‘snap’ that made you gasp to yourself.

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, placing another kiss to the skin in front of him before he tilted his head back up to you. There was a hungry smile on his lips. “A lot.”

“I told you I wanted to look good for you…”

You sighed as he began to stand, leaving a trail of teasing kisses up your body until he was fully standing. A hand returned to your side and pulled you in closer, his lips departing from your neck for just a moment to whisper in your ear.

“You always do, baby. Always.”

This time, he leaned in much closer. After gifting you with thousands of kisses in the span of a few seconds, you were sure he was going to let you kiss his swollen lips. Especially with how his eyes darted across your face. But just as you convinced yourself to close your eyes and dive into it-

He kissed the corner of your mouth before pulling away entirely.

When you opened your eyes, he was at the bathroom door, twisting the handle and shooting a wink before retreating from the room entirely. Once again leaving you breathless and extremely flustered.

You were tired of it. Of him. Usually, you’d have enough patience to endure his teasing, but tonight, you were quickly running out.

You huffed from frustration, glancing at yourself in the mirror one last time and straightening your costume before leaving the bathroom.

You had one destination in mind, tunnel vision to the last place you’d thought he’d run off to. The house could’ve been empty, but you wouldn’t have known any different. The only thing you paid attention to was weaving past everyone and ascending the stairs.

When you came up here looking for him, you thought you would just storm right in with one goal in mind.

That idea seemed to dissolve the second you found yourself standing in front of his closed door. Any other time you would have walked right in, maybe with a knock out of politeness. However, tonight you hesitated, only for a moment to gather some confidence as you rubbed your palms over the slippery material of your dress once more.

It wasn’t that you were scared that you would find him on the other side of it, you were more anxious about what he’d do now that you sought him out. In all honesty, he was probably waiting for you, grinning to himself with that cocky arrogance you loved so much. He would be pleased with how turned you on he had made you from the night’s teasing.

You inhaled a large breath into your lungs before turning the knob and pushing the door in slowly, cautious as if he would jump out at you at any second. When you finally entered, you quickly realized he wasn’t even in the bedroom at all. You scanned over the dimly lit space, letting your feet carry you inside despite his absence.

You released a sigh of disappointment. Continuing to search for him and pretending to socialize was becoming a thing for you to dread. You wanted him all to yourself. Right here. Right now.

This room had become a familiar place with how many sleepless nights spent here. A part of you wanted to pull open the dresser drawer to fish out a worn band tee and crawl under the covers of his bed.

Would that cross that invisible line that you had yet discussed? The idea of him finding you tucked beneath the blankets and pulling you in his arms warmed your heart, but you resisted the urge.

You tapped your fingers along the surface of the wooden furniture, picking up various items of jewelry that sat in a porcelain dish.

The clicking sound of the door shutting behind you nearly caused you to jump out of your skin, as if you had been caught red-handed doing something you shouldn’t. You spun on your heels to see Jake leaning against it, drink in hand while staring at you with a look you couldn’t quite place.

One thing was for certain, this wasn’t the sweet, delicate side to him that you witnessed just a few minutes prior.

A switch had been flipped. A dial had been turned.

The smirk on his face said it all. And all you could do was stare and prepare yourself for whatever came next.

He was already moving towards you, taking slow, calculated steps to close the distance between you. The plastic cup in his hand tipped back to fill his mouth with the swirling amber liquid it held. You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallowed.

“You really are a pet aren’t you?” He seemed to spit the taunt at you, looking you up and down as you watched him come closer. “Finding your way home like a lost puppy.”

You blushed at his teasing. The insulting comment should have flared any residual anger you had left, but it only fueled your burning need to have him between your legs. He was right, in a way. Wherever he went, you’d follow close on his heels if he’d let you. And when you didn’t know where else to go, you knew where to come. Obviously.

He was right in front of you now, smiling at your silence, amused by the fact that you didn’t deny his accusations. He brought the red cup to your lips, teasing the rim along your lips and cocking his head to watch the suggestive gesture.

“Should I get you a collar and leash as well?”

Your eyes fluttered at the image he had placed in your mind, and of course, he noticed. Jake chuckled at you before lifting the cup in his hand, tilting it just enough to let the smallest sip of liquor seep into your mouth. You immediately winced at the burn, but you definitely didn’t pull away.

He let out a pleased hum before departing from you, setting the drink on the dresser as he made his way to the edge of the bed. He sat facing you, and just as you took a step towards him, he stopped you in your tracks.

“Stop.” The command flicked from his tongue across his too-perfect teeth. “Kneel.”

“Jake-“

His hand raised to silence you, then dropped to his waist to unbuckle his belt, pulling it from the loops and tossing it on the bed beside him. Next was the button to his black slacks, followed by the zipper before his hand dipped below out of your sight.

He knew you wanted to be the one to do this for him. It seemed almost enjoyable to him as he watched you struggle to stand in your place, lengths away from him.

In a flash of a second, he had pulled his already hard cock from his pants and began to slowly stroke himself with a loose fist. You gasped at the sight before your eyes. It looked exactly the same as the time you last saw it, as if burned into your memory forever - perfect in every way as it twitched with his heartbeat. He went on as if he did not have your company at all, not bothered by your presence in the least bit.

You watched with your mouth hanging wide open in disbelief, “What are you doing?”

His eyes flicked up, breaking his concentration from his hand to meet yours, but he still worked over himself through the unwavering eye-contact. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t help the confused look pull your brows together as you stared back at him.

He huffed between the steady pumps of his fist, “You’re dressed like that for a reason, aren’t you? You’ve got my attention, so let me look at you.”

“Yeah, but-“

“I said ‘kneel.”

Even through the harsh command, his voice dripped endlessly with unbridled desire - smooth, yet leaving that signature burn, similar to the whiskey sitting in his glass.

That one word caused your legs to instantly buckle beneath you, sending your unprotected knees crashing into the hardwood flooring.

This was supposed to be a punishment for you.

He studied your expressions carefully, realizing that it was difficult for you to keep your focus solely on his eyes. When your gaze eventually fell to his moving hand and stayed there, a smile formed on his lips. It was becoming clear that you were enjoying this.

You clawed at the pattern of strings covering your thighs, clenching them together in impatience as the wetness between your legs grew, wishing that it was your hand stroking him instead.

Jake touching himself like this wasn’t something you had really seen before. Usually, the two of you were too preoccupied with each other for something like this to happen.

But it was an image you had pictured often, letting the mind wander from time to time thinking about what the scene might look like. You had even gone as far to hope he would think of you while he did it.

He didn’t disappoint you. However, there was a way he was pulling his hand over himself that made you question if it was a technique he used naturally when alone, or if he was mimicking the way you had touched him before.

Music from downstairs boomed through the house enough that you could still hear it muffled through the closed door. Despite the possible distraction, you were able to hear the soft moans leaving Jake’s mouth each time he twisted his hand around the tip.

“Crawl,” He ordered, pulling you out of your trance.

As humiliating as the act was, you chose not to defy him. You did as you were told, and shuffled one leg in front of the other, dragging your practically bare knees across the flooring with your guiding hands until you were positioned between his legs.

You placed a hand on both of his knees for balance as you sat before him. When you extended your arm, Jake caught your wrist with his free hand and yanked you forward, crashing into his chest and close enough that his lips hovered over yours.

The warmth of his breath fanned across your parted mouth, allowing you to smell the whiskey lingering on his tongue before you could taste it for yourself.

You only had a small amount to drink tonight but you felt drunk in his tight grasp.

“Jake…my lipstick.” You pulled back, well aware that it was a poor excuse to make. It wasn’t going to be the reason to stop you from going further. You just wanted to hear him mention how much it affected him one last time.

He let out a breathy chuckle, “I think that may be the point, sweetheart.”

The thought of marking him in black made your face flush with heat, and you were positive that your cheeks pinkened as a result. His talent to render you speechless was effortless, knowing just what to say and when to say it.

Your focus dropped to your hands trailing up his thighs, and he caressed under your chin, tilting your head up to look up at him. “Black really does suit you.”

With the compliment, you finally took him into your hand for the first time this evening. He groaned at the contact of your fingers wrapping around him, delicate and cool to the touch.

He felt so feverishly hot against your palm you were almost concerned. Your breath hitched as you felt how hard he truly was with each gentle pass of your hand over him. Each vein and detail felt more pronounced than times before.

Even though you could stay like this - just stroking him until his cum eventually drips over the ridges of your hand - you desperately needed to feel him elsewhere.

Jake noticed as you leaned down and swept your tongue across your bottom lip.

He leaned back on the bed on a propped elbow, letting a shaky breath rattle through his chest as he peered down at you. “I’ve been thinking of your lips wrapped around my cock all night.”

“Oh Jacob, how sinful,” you purred across the head that was beginning to leak with a bead of precum, emphasizing the word with a teasing lick. A string of breathy curses huffed from his chest as the warmth of your tongue wrapped around him. Especially when you buried him deep into the heat of your mouth without a single warning.

“Oh fuck!”

It was obvious that you had taken him by surprise with how quickly he shot back up to a sitting position. In the past, this was something you would work up to, teasing him slowly until you were able to take the full length of him. Tonight, though, you wanted to catch him off guard, just as he had been doing with his teasing.

You nudged him back, nestling the tip to the back of your throat all while suppressing the need to gag. His fingers weaved into the tresses of your hair as your drool began to spill around him. They tightened in an effort to pull you farther down than your limits would allow.

A tiny whimper escaped his lips as your tongue swirled around the thick base of his cock, tracing along the veins that ran up his length until you released him with a pop of your lips.

“You’re going to fucking ruin me doing that.”

You could only hope so.

“Can I record you, baby?” His voice was silken, enticing with its ability to convince you of anything he desired.

The question alone really didn’t shock you. Jake had taken pictures and videos of the two of you before, and with how you looked tonight, you should have anticipated it. The thought, paired with the way he asked made you blush with him still pressed against your tongue.

You hummed in thought, pulling him out of your mouth to look up as you continued to stroke him. “Why? So you can watch me while you jack off later?”

He let out a breathy laugh, and the sound graced your ears. The squeeze of your fingers sent his eyes rolling back behind heavy lids, “Something like that… fuck-“

The curse dragged out from his throat along with a slight buck of his hips. You stopped moving your hand to get his attention again, and you watched as his eyes fluttered open to look down at you.

“I just don’t want to forget this moment. You should see yourself-”

He cut himself off with a hand finding your chin, but this time his thumb wedged your mouth open as he leaned forward.

You’re obedient, knowing what’s to come.

He lets a pool of spit fall from his lips onto your waiting tongue. His fingers drag down the expanse of your neck just as you swallow the taste of him. With an approving hum, he guides you back to his eager cock without another wasted second.

You nodded, accepting his request. Although, you didn’t wait for him to dig his phone from his pocket before continuing to flick your tongue around that extra sensitive spot beneath the tip. He almost dropped his phone before he could hit the record button.

You put on a show for him. For this, it really wasn’t about the battle of gaining or losing control between you. It was a moment of experiencing his pure admiration for you.

Your hand worked what didn’t fit in your mouth as the bobbing rhythm of your head started to build in speed, feeding off the moans and pants that came from him. It was hard not to notice how the alcohol he had tonight had made him more vocal than he normally was with you.

You peeked up through wet lashes, right into the camera lens. He breathed your name and instantly tossed the phone to the side, eliminating the last distraction between the two of you.

He tugged at the horns from your headband poking through your hair, “Look at you… my little fallen angel.”

The praise made your heart flutter and an ache of arousal throb between your legs.

You lifted your head up and giggled when you saw the smudges of black lipstick smeared across his body. It was probably a mess across your face but neither one of you could care less at this moment.

Jake wrapped his hands around your biceps and pulled you up and onto his lap in a single, swift motion.

His lips connected with the delicate skin of your throat while his fingers danced across your back in search of the zipper to your dress.

You rocked your hips against him in the need for stimulation. The latex of your dress had been pushed up to your hips, exposing everything below it for him to explore. You thanked yourself for deciding to wear nothing but the tights underneath, because it was definitely paying off in your favor.

He grazed his teeth across your chest, leaving little nips to the skin as he made his way up to your lips. With one hand snaking into the hair at the nape of your neck, he pulled your mouth to his.

This wasn’t a gentle, loving kiss. It was frantic and unapologetic. Hungry as his tongue dove in a search for yours, tasting exactly as you remembered. The moan spilling from your mouth into his only spurred him on more.

His restless fingers found the tiny zipper and pulled it down the spine of your back, releasing you from the fitted garment. Before you could protest, he spun you so you were now laying across the sea of blankets.

The dress was tugged away from your chest and tossed to the floor. He licked across his bottom lip as his eyes raked down your body as he kneeled on the edge of the bed in front of you, drinking in every part.

His hands returned to your skin, roaming the expanse as he made his way back up. He didn’t hesitate to take your lips back into his, kissing you with the same passion that would take anyone’s breath away. You held him there, hoping that your grasp would keep him close to you for as long as possible.

When you felt him shifting above you, though, you knew your attempts were fruitless. He was rummaging in the nightstand beside you while you kissed, and soon enough, he pulled away from you to whisper in your ear.

“Remember our safe word?”

There was something in the way he asked, something so compassionate in his words, that made your heart ache. You nodded in response to him, your shaky breath keeping you from vocalizing yourself.

“And you know we stop whenever you want to?”

Again, you nodded. This time shifting so you could place a soft, pointed kiss to his ear.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “Raise up for me. Just a touch.”

With the guidance of his hand on your cheek, you did as he said, sitting upright. You soon realized what he had been feeling around for just moments prior.

In his hands, he held a black, silken scarf. Not an object foreign to you, but something you rarely got to play with to the extent you wanted. He toyed with it in his hands, and after leaving a chaste kiss to your cheek, he had placed the fabric over your eyes. A meticulous tie was knotted carefully, and you were lying on your back once more.

With your sight taken from you, the things your remaining senses focused on drastically changed. It shifted to the soft sheets brushing against your bare skin, the recognizable sounds of Jake shedding the layers he previously had on, the changes in his breathing as he settles in between your spread legs, and even the smoky notes of his cologne mixing with the scent of his room flooding your nose.

You felt his hands skimming over your legs as he took his time to explore over your body. Aside from the harness still strapped across your chest, your tights were the only item of clothing still on you, and he was relishing in the feeling of them under his fingertips.

He massaged his thumbs into your hips with a firm pressure. You didn’t know where he was going to touch next, and it was driving you mad with each blind second. Fingertips traced the crease of your thighs before dipping down between your legs.

His fingers looped around the openings of your fishnets resting right over your aching core. It was similar to what he had done in the bathroom, but instead of simply admiring them again, he pulled suddenly, ripping them apart in the aggressive motion.

“Jake!” You scolded, only halfway seriously. Before you could continue, however, you felt a hand over your mouth.

You sensed him lean forward until his lips grazed against your ear, startling you.“If you’re gonna dress like a slut, act like it. Touch yourself for me, doll. I want to see it.”

Without protest, you trailed your hand down your belly at an agonizingly slow pace until you eventually came to your exposed clit. You felt him move against you.

Feeling emboldened, you reached out to touch him with your other hand. You half-expected him to swat it away again, but he didn’t.

You searched the air with open fingers until you were met with his bare stomach. He flexed as you traced over the details of his body, dipping lower to hold him again. Thankfully, he allowed it and started to rock his hips into the strokes of your hand.

You circled your fingers over your clit in unison with each twisting grasp you had on his cock, letting the rhythm build naturally.

“That’s it… just like that.” The sound was barely above a whisper. “I could just watch you all night.”

His hand traveled up your torso with the straps of your harness acting as a guide for his wandering fingers.

He felt over your bare breasts that were framed delightfully within the lingerie, giving them each a playful squeeze as he uttered the sweetened praise in a particularly gravelly voice, “I knew you could be a good girl for me.”

Good girl. There it is again.

Every day, you longed to hear the raspiness of his words fill your head. Now that you had them, it felt as though you were caught in the fog of a dream - all imagined behind the void of your blindfold.

As much as Jake had you figured out, you had also learned everything that made him weak. Your fingers tightened around him in such a way that sent him bucking forward with a lewd moan tumbling from his mouth.

It was the first real moment that revealed a chip in his control over you. After taking a second to regain his composure through your fit of giggling, he huffed, “Just when I thought I was going to be nice.”

You started to pull the scarf from your eyes and Jake stopped you before you could lift the fabric from your eyes. “Oh I don’t think you deserve that.”

You let your frustration slip out in a dissatisfied groan, “Please.”

Sure, you could bring yourself to finish without much effort, but that’s not what you wanted.

Jake chuckled at your impatience, but then shifted to his usual arrogant tone to taunt you, “Is the devil asking for forgiveness?”

He didn’t wait for a response before dragging the head through your folds, making sure to brush against your clit with each languid pass. He was taking his time with you tonight and you couldn’t decide if you loved or hated him for it. Without your vision, you were hyper-aware of every moment of contact his body made to yours.

“Jake…please,” you whined, the nature of it sounded pathetic as it cut through the air. He held himself right at your entrance without actually pushing into you, despite your needy pleas.

“Fuck. My name sounds so sweet coming from your pretty mouth. Say it again. I want to hear you beg for it.”

At this point you might have done anything to please him. His name rolled from your tongue over and over again like you had been stuck in a daze of lustful worship. You attempted to grab onto his arms, hoping that you could pull him to you closer somehow. Even with your hand wrapped around the forearm that was holding his weight on the bed as he hovered over you, he didn’t budge an inch.

“Tell me what you want.”

The possibilities seemed endless. Where could you even start?

You answered with the first thing that entered you head, “I need to see you.”

You had been so deprived of something you had taken for granted.

He lowered himself to your ear, allowing his long hair to tickle across your sensitive skin. Each featherlight touch of his full, pouted lips sent a rush of heat to your core, “If you want to watch me fuck you so badly, you’ll have to make a deal for it.”

He was still right there, pressing himself onto your pussy without actually slipping in. The predicament was enough to drive you crazy and cloud any thought that tried to enter into your head. He continued, “You can watch, but I will decide when you cum… if I let you.”

Before tonight you knew that wasn’t true. He hadn’t left you unsatisfied yet, but with the way things have unfolded for you this evening - you weren’t sure about that anymore.

You muttered under your breath in defeat, “Fine.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek before pulling the silken blindfold from your eyes, tossing it to the side of the bed. The time needed for your eyes to adjust made you wince in discomfort.

Once you could focus on him above you, you felt the temptation to reach down and grab his phone buried in the bundle of sheets. Just so you could snap a picture to seal in the sight of him.

His eyeliner had started to smudge out under his lids. Black smears from your lipstick streaked in random patterns across his face and neck. His hair had become messy and tangled from needy hands. Dark, almost-black pupils were blown wide with lust with just a hint of pink pricking the height of his cheekbones.

You wanted to capture it, unsure if you would ever see him like this again. His golden skin radiated under the soft, warm glow of his bedside lamp.

He was breathtaking. Well, until that cocky grin flashed before you.

And because you just couldn’t help yourself from letting the words used to bait him fall from your stupid, bratty mouth, “Josh wouldn’t have taken this long to fuck me-”

Whack!

Jake’s large hand had connected with your cheek in an instant. An action he knew you liked from the times you had spent together, but this had still taken you by surprise. The hot, searing sting of him striking your face clouded your judgment even more than the feeling of his cock resting against your core.

He did warn you after all.

You weren’t really sure why you did it, but you reeled back and threw your hand out without another second to think twice.

Which you probably should have.

Your palm struck his left cheek with a loud crack!, way harder than even you had anticipated based on the pulsing sensation radiating throughout your hand.

Oh shit.

You could only stare at him. Motionless. Even though tears began to well up in your own eyes. His head didn’t move back from the slap you inflicted for several excruciatingly long seconds. He then brought his fingers up to his face to trace around the flesh that had started to redden from the harsh contact. You laid beneath him, stunned by your own actions, and desperately trying to gauge his reaction.

When his face finally turned so he could look at you, his mouth was hung slightly open in shock that you struck him like that. You couldn’t quite place the emotion stirring behind his darkened eyes, and just when you feared the moment between you had been destroyed, a grin started to pull at the corners of his lips.

You tested the waters by reaching out and his hands quickly snatched around your wrists - and with a force you should have expected - he thrusted them into the mattress above your head.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t welcome the dull pain of how tightly his fingers gripped around the skin, threatening to leave small bruises to remember him by.

Deep, heavy breaths blown through his flared nostrils fanned across your skin as he hovered directly over your face. You tried to squirm under his hold, but your resistance only made his hands tighten that much more around you.

The cold metal pendant of his necklace dragged along your heaving chest with the thin chain dancing over your throat when he finally broke the silence hanging between you. You trembled under his weight, and you felt the teeth of his smile when he noticed his effect on you.

You felt like a scared little rabbit, too frozen in fear to move from your spot. His voice was calm, pointed, yet smoky as it fluttered over your lips, “Josh wouldn’t make you feel as good as I do either, remember that next time.”

His parted lips brushed across your hot, flushed cheek until they met the shell of your ear once again, “Oh and you’re going to pay for that little stunt of yours.”

He broke from you to dig something else out from the bedside table, fumbling through the contents inside the drawer until he pulled out the item he was looking for.

There it was.

The sleek vibrator he had purchased to use on you the last time you were together in his bed. You couldn’t believe you had almost forgotten its existence.

The soft, satin black silicone brushed against your skin as he traced it down the center of your stomach, making you shudder from the sensation.

Of course you couldn’t forget the fact his cock was still pressed against your clit, throbbing and ready for you throughout all of this buildup. You rolled your hips to chase the need for him - desperate to finally have him where he belonged.

Jake clicked the button, spurring the simple, modest toy to life in his hand. He smirked in response to the rapid pulsations and pressed the edge of it directly to your clit, making you jolt from the intensity. Your muscles spasmed, causing you to clench around nothing, an emptiness that made you ache.

A ragged cry ripped from your chest. The pulsing vibrations of the toy - already set way higher than you were ready for- were causing you to writhe uncontrollably under his strong hold. Your nails dug into the flesh of his hand from the merciless rumbling against your bundle of nerves.

“Ah-Ah! Jake!”

He grinned, not caring that you were much too sensitive for this. He trusted the fact you would mutter that safe word if anything pushed past your limits.

He watched as you rolled beneath the vibrator, searching for the perfect spot for it to lay between your lips. Your orgasm was building rapidly within you, twisting and winding to the inevitable snapping point within minutes.

You believed there was going to be a second of reprieve when your body began to accept his form of delightful torture on you. One could argue that it was to your benefit when he gave into his own needs that had been burning beneath the surface of this facade.

He finally guided his cock into your pussy, slipping in so slow that it seemed like you were pulling him in inch by inch. Each little push into you was a depraved blessing, a feeling - a memory that would keep you awake at night for weeks to come.

Jake pressed the button again when he had filled you up to the hilt, only to increase the power setting on the toy, now that he was hidden in the safe warmth of you. The buzzing against your swollen bundle of nerves had you locking him in, tightening around his cock like a vice-grip.

“God, you are so fucking tight,” he groaned through gritted teeth as his eyes fluttered behind his weighted lids. Airy laughter escaped his throat, “I know you’re supposed to be from hell, but you feel like heaven, baby.”

You wished for this moment in time to stay forever. It probably was greedy with how badly you wanted it, and you felt like you didn’t deserve how incredible he made you feel. Over the time spent together, he had learned every detail of your body, studied every pace and angle that drove you wild, even remembering every word passed from his lips that sent you spiraling.

He sensed you were close from how you spasmed around him. He had long forgotten about your “deal”, throwing the notion that he was the one to decide this for you altogether.

Jake pressed a flat hand below your belly, “I can feel you, sweetheart. You’re right there. Just let go for me.”

That’s all you really needed despite him barely moving at all. It was just the way he stretched and filled you out as the vibrator hummed to your clit, paired with his coaxing words that pulled you into the blissful waves of your climax. His strong fingers dug into the curve of your hip as he was treading against the current above you, resisting the temptation to follow your release with his own.

Uneven panting pushed from his lungs during this internal battle he was fighting alongside you.

Once you barely had a minute to recover from your first high, he abandoned the gentle nudges and replaced them completely with harsh thrusts.

Jake’s hand found a new place wrapped around your throat, fingers pressed into the sides with a perfect, yet firm pressure as he snapped his hips relentlessly into you - feeling as if he had always belonged there.

“You make it so hard to be rough, you know that?” He grunted.

You wanted to respond. To ask what he meant but that, but you were too distracted by him.

A thin layer of sweat coated his lean frame, causing the surface of his skin to glisten under the light of his bedroom. Trails started to drip down the expanse of his smooth chest. Strands of his hair had even clung to his forehead and cheeks as it swung wildly in the air.

His eyes were clamped shut with thick brows knitting tightly together as he became lost - just overwhelmed by the feeling of you.

There was a fleeting moment of concern that you might pass out from the overstimulation ravaging your body. Fucked-out screams should have echoing form the walls of his bedroom with the way his cock slammed into your cervix repeatedly, but he was careful in keeping them quiet for only him to hear. You were beyond delirious as the circulation of blood became restricted to your head.

You nearly welcomed the risk, but just when you thought you might have to tap his hand that gripped around your neck, his fingers released from you to place a palm flush against your chest.

This is exactly what you had been craving this entire time. His touch. The duality of it. Perfectly rough with the right amount of aggression to excite you, yet still delicate and intimate when you desired it most.

“I missed you,” you blurted out now that your inhibition had been stripped from you through the course of an hour.

But you did. Painfully so. You missed his calloused fingertips grazing across the most intimate details of your body. You missed the intoxicating scent of being enveloped by him. You even missed the lingering sweet taste of his lips after he kissed you.

He slowed his movements upon hearing your confession, dropping his body to lay across yours. You take the opportunity to wrap your legs around his slender waist, securing him in this embrace with you. He hummed and ran an affectionate hand down the back of your thigh.

“I know you did, I know.” He nipped at the soft flesh of your cheek. “You thought about me a lot, didn’t you?”

You nodded listlessly against his sweat-dampened face, answering him in a fragile, breathless voice, “…yeah.”

He crooned melodically in your ear, the place quickly becoming a favorite of his, “I bet you played with yourself when you did, huh? Slipped those fingers in that pretty pussy of yours pretending it was me. Doesn’t feel quite the same now does it, baby?”

Your nails dragged across the length of his back as a pitiful cry tore from your chest and into the peak of his shoulder that was pulled between your teeth.

The unhurried roll of his hips never ceased given how his cock glided into you with your pooling wetness soaking him. It was too much to bear, and you were finding yourself so, so close to the edge.

“You should know by now that you can’t replace me.”

You wouldn’t argue. You both knew it. You couldn’t do it. A toy would never compare, and there wasn’t going to be another man in your life that could make you feel the way Jake does.

Your fingers twisted into the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him into a kiss. His lips didn’t stay there long as he trailed the kisses across your cheek, along your jawline and down.

He mumbled something into the crook of your neck, and due to your current state you didn’t make out the words right away. But it would kill you to miss it. In a final effort to pull your focus to it, you caught the phrase being repeated under your ear in a hushed whisper.

“- I love you.”

What did he just say?

That couldn’t be right. It must have been your mind playing a cruel trick on you.

“I’m so in love with you, baby.” The admission was more deliberate this time. You weren’t mistaken.

His name choked back in your throat.

“Jake-“

He withdrew his lips from the tacky skin along your neck, and lifted your chin to direct your eyes to his.

“I mean it, Y/N.”

The rough, brazenness he has seemed to have with you was gone. It wasn’t a role he was playing. This was now purely him. Unfiltered, and unmasked as his gentle, caramel eyes looked into yours.

You didn’t need a second to think it over - to consider if you felt the same way. You have for a while now. Probably from the very first time you slept together if you looked back honestly.

Your fingertips flitted across his marked cheek, “I love you, too.”

Tension melted from his features and a breath of relief escaped him. His fear that this could have been one sided was gone, but the ability to hold back his own release went with it. His brows tipped up, and his hips finally faltered against you.

You pulled his forehead to yours as he succumbed to the throes of ecstasy. His body shook in your hold as frenzied, broken breaths coated your skin. You were peering over the ledge right behind him from your body being so in tune with his.

In a staggered final thrust, the addicting warmth of his cum spilled deep into you. Mantras of incoherent curses from the both of you filled the room, hanging over the mess of entangled limbs.

Usually, you were able to lay in silence with him after nights like these. You didn’t mind listening to the soft panting that slowly turned into slower, deeper breaths. You didn’t mind the sensation of his fingers tracing your skin, drawing invisible circles and spelling your names on the canvas of your skin. You didn’t even mind the emotional urges that came with being so vulnerable together. You could live there. Usually.

Now, though… everything felt almost uncomfortable. There had been so much said, so much left unsaid, that you couldn’t just sit there in silence with him. Your skin was burning with every swipe of his finger, and you tried to hide away from it, but it only made you nuzzle into him more. Your mind wasn’t mellowed, as usual, it was much too loud. A chorus of chanting questions begging to be answered.

If he loved you, why hadn’t he said so sooner? If he loved you, why was tonight the first time you had heard from him in weeks? Did he love you?

“Jake…” You were tentative in asking, but as soon as you said his name to get his attention, there was no backing out now. You swallowed before continuing, “Why didn’t I hear from you?”

His movements stalled, and you could feel his body stiffen just slightly. A deep breath was taken as he considered how to answer your question.

There were a million excuses he could make, as to why he stopped talking. He could tell you that he just got too busy, he could say that he had been exhausted, he could even say that he was waiting on you to just show up one day. But that wasn’t the truth.

“I- I broke our rules,” he settled on. His voice had become so little, so small that it was almost unrecognizable.

The sentence made you freeze, and anxiety immediately bubbled inside of you again.

Rules?

Had he… slept with someone else?

It was the easiest conclusion to come to, the simplest explanation for his answer. But it made your blood run cold. You opened and closed your mouth, hoping that eventually, words would come out. Instead, a simple, quiet question was all you could muster. “...What?”

He sighed. “Our rules,” he repeated, as if that was what you needed to be clarified. “We agreed to only have sex. Just sex. That’s all it was supposed to be…”

You were relieved that the conversation was going in a different direction, abandoning the fear that he had been seeing someone else. But you couldn’t help but feel a little defensive as he rambled on in reasoning. He wasn’t accusing you of anything, but right now, it felt as such.

“But god, Y/N,” he breathed. “It was more than sex for me. So much more. And I was afraid I’d lose you if I said anything.”

A hint of a smile made its appearance on your lips. The sincerity of his words made you blush, but you were still extremely confused. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“So you just… stopped talking to me?” It didn’t make sense to you. Why he’d retreat at such a time, when he claimed to love you much more than he let on.

“I didn’t say I was smart,” he said with a chuckle, kissing your head for good measure. “You make me incredibly stupid.”

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munson-blurbs · 2 years

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I Know What I Want (Eddie x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut central here, minors DNI. Lil bit of juvenile delinquency. Language, some angst, oral (f receiving), piv. Eddie’s a lil bit of a sub here.

WC: 1.6k

Graduation is tomorrow, and you have just one thing left to do: have sex with Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

It was actually Eddie’s idea to make a graduation bucket list. Now that he was actually graduating, of course, he wanted to cause as much trouble beforehand as possible. So far, he’d spray painted a pentagram on O’Donnell’s car and superglued Click’s papers to her desk. His final mission was to flip off Principal Higgins just as he grabbed his diploma.

“Higgins is gonna flip a shit!” he’d said almost giddily.

Your own graduation bucket list had been less scandalous for the most part. The most delinquent thing you’d done was hide a math test answer key so your teacher had to calculate everything by hand again. Meanwhile, Eddie was trying to find the best way to start a food fight.

He’s scanning the cafeteria, bowl of mashed potatoes in hand, ready to aim for Jason Carver’s stupid head. You pulled him back into his seat.

“Eddie, what are you doing?”

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be such a party pooper!” he whines.

You sigh impatiently. “You’re going to get caught, especially if you start with Carver. Hell, even if it wasn’t you, Carver would say it was.”

Eddie laughs. “You think they’d really suspend me on the last day of school?”

“No, but they can stop you from walking at graduation, and I am not sitting through that boring-ass ceremony alone.”

He rolls his eyes but put the mashed potatoes down. “Fine,” he mutters. He’s even hotter when he was frustrated, his brows knitting together and his lips coming together in a pout. He wrings his ring-clad hands, strong and calloused from playing guitar. You would do anything, anything, to have those hands wrapped around your pretty little throat.

Which brought you to the final item on your graduation bucket list: sex with Eddie Munson in the back of his van. On school property. Potentially wrecking years of friendship.

“I have an idea,” you say quickly before you can lose your nerve. He looks up at you expectantly. “Let’s have lunch in your van.”

“In my van?” he repeats. “Why would we do that?”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Less talking, more walking, Munson. You got your keys?”

He pats his right pocket. “Yes, ma’am.”

Without thinking, you grab his hand in your own and lead him to the parking lot. Someone wolf whistles and you feel pink seeping into your cheeks, but you push forward.

“So, tell me why you wanna eat out here instead of in the cafeteria?” Eddie questions. You contemplate coming up with some lame excuse about needing fresh air, but you shake it away. You’re not backing down.

“I don’t,” you state. “I want to have sex with you in your van.” You cross your arms over your chest, slightly pushing up your breasts.

Eddie takes a step back and lets out a surprised laugh. “Ha, very funny.”

“I’m serious. It’s the last thing left on my graduation bucket list.” You fish into your pocket for the list. The only thing not yet crossed out is van sex with Eddie in the parking lot.

“Holy shit,” he says under his breath. “won’t this, like, make things weird? Ruin the friendship or whatever?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” you shrug. “So what if it does? I’m going off to college in the fall, you’ll be here working with your uncle.”

“The lady makes a good point,” Eddie says to himself. “Well, sweetheart, this wasn’t on my graduation bucket list, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it.” He hooks one finger onto the belt loop of your skirt, pulling you closer. You can feel him start to stiffen under his jeans.

“So, that’s a yes?”

“Oh, it’s an abso-fuckin-lutely,” he growls, pushing you up against the van with his body and presses his lips to yours. His tongue flicks over yours, making you moan against him. You bring your hand to the back of his neck, pushing yourself onto tip-toes.

“Didn’t know you were such a good kisser, Princess,” he groans into you.

“Should’ve kissed me sooner then, Munson.”

He snakes a hand under your shirt, toying with the lace bra you’re wearing. He starts to pull the shirt over your head when you stop him.

“Eddie!” you hiss. “Not out here!”

“Oh, right,” he laughs mischievously. “No one gets to see your tits but me.”

With that, he flings open the back doors of his van. He pushes up the seats and ushers you inside. “After you, sweetheart.”

His chivalry ends there. As soon as he’s closed the doors, he pulls you on top of him, leaving you straddling his hard cock while he nearly rips off your shirt. With one swift move, he removes your bra and throws his head back.

“Are you...fucking...kidding me?” he says, grabbing one breast in each hand. He sits up and starts kissing them, flicking his tongue over your nipples. He bites and sucks, leaving a hickey in his wake, then goes to the next one and repeats. “Gotta mark my territory.”

You feel yourself growing wetter, but you’re far from finished. “You know,” you whisper, “this is supposed to be my bucket list item, but you’re having the most fun right now.”

“And what would be fun for you?”

You pull him up and take off his Hellfire shirt. His chest is dusted with hair. You steady yourself on it as you kiss his neck with soft, unassuming pecks, until you bite him.

He takes a sharp breath in and you smile. “That’s pretty damn fun for me.” you say.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Eddie groans. “Sounds like you wanna take control.”

You don’t say anything in response, just unzip his jeans and pull his dick from his boxers. He shuffles his pants off as you pump his cock.

“Y/N...w-want you to s-suck it,” he stutters.

You laugh. “Want it? No, Eddie, I think you need it.”

He whimpers. You get down and lick his precum, eliciting another little whine. The tip of your tongue grazes from the base of his cock to the head.

“Here’s the thing, Eds,” you tease, “I feel like you haven’t earned getting sucked off. You played with my tits a little? Not going to cut it.” You sit back up and he goes to put a hand around his length, but you stop him.

“No, no. This is for me, Eddie. You’re going to get me off, and if you do a good job, I’ll blow you. Got it?”

“Y-yes,” he manages. He pushes up your skirt and moves your panties over, inserting one finger into your wet cunt.

“See, Eddie? See how wet I am for you? All you have to do is make me cum, and I’ll return the favor.” You didn’t know where this confidence came from, but you were high on it.

Eddie slips another finger into you, pumping them as you grind against him. “W-wait,” he says suddenly. He lifts you from his crotch and places you on the van floor. Pulling off your skirt and panties, he trails kisses up your thighs until he reaches your pussy.

“There ya go, Eddie. You know what to do now, don’t you?”

“Mhm.” He pushes his tongue against your clit, swirling and flicking until your legs shake. You can see a smile stretch across his face before you throw your head back, bucking your hips into him. You feel the coil start to snap, and your legs tighten around him.

“Cum for me, baby. W-wanna make you cum, just like you asked.”

With that, your orgasm takes over and you moan loud enough for anyone to hear. Eddie doesn’t stop eating your pussy until he’s sure you’re finished.

“H-Holy shit, Munson. You definitely earned that blowjob.” You go to wrap your lips around his dick, but he shakes his head.

“N-not gonna be able to hold b-back, Y/N,” he whimpers. “Need to be inside your wet pussy.”

He pumps himself a few times as you reach into your bag to pull out a condom. Eddie raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“The goal was to get laid, not get pregnant,” you respond.

He nods dumbly, as if he wants to say something, but stops.

“What is it?” you question.

“Nothin’. Just think we’d make cute kids, is all.”

You laugh. “Let me get my degree first and then we’ll talk.”

That seems to be enough for him. He takes his time entering you, not out of hesitation, but to make sure you’re ready. This is your bucket list, after all.

He’s so big inside of you, filling you up as he thrusts in and out. One hand cups your ass, while the other plays with your clit.

“Eddie?” you start to ask, then remember that you’re in charge. “Eddie,” you say this time with more authority. “I need you to choke me while you fuck me.”

Eddie’s eyes roll back. “You’re fuckin’ killing me, sweetheart,” but he obliges, removing the hand from your ass. His fingers tighten around your neck, just the right amount of pressure. His rings dig into you with each thrust.

“Y/N...I can’t hold out much longer,” he says. But it’s fine, because neither can you. Your walls clench around him as you moan out again, yelling his name. He bucks up into you one last time as he cums hard.

Climbing off of you, he crashes next to your own naked fucked out body, exhausted.

“Hey, um, did you have anything on that list about fucking me during the summer?”

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ravenwitch45 · 1 year

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What if Blitzo's human s/o was killed and turned into a sinner demon along leaving him to take care of their cambion baby because the mother ended up being sent to Hazbin Hotel?

Oh joy Blitz loses another loved one, not like that's the entire basis of his avoidant behavior and would further traumatize him... But, the child is a new factor so I suppose I'll explore it a little, still after my last thing with Blitz I'll give him a break in the end.

Blitz's human S/O getting killed leaving him to take care of their baby alone.

No matter what happened, this poor man is in shock.

His S/O, the person he fell in love with depsite all the walls he put up, the person he had a child with, the person he wanted to have family with, is gone, and there's nothing he can do about it.

He should have been able to protect you, to stop this from happening but he failed, and he'd blame himself even more if you got killed by something because of him and I.M.P.

He gives the kid to M&M for the time being, knowing he's not in the headspace to take care of a child, and just sulks for a while, he runs the company as usual, and when anyone tries to bring it up, either that he needs to mourne, or his kid, he'll stop them right there or leave the room.

Everyone at least tries to talk and help him, but this is Blitz so he hardly listens. M&M, Loona, Stolas, they all get tuned out completely

Eventually everyone get's fed up and Millie brings the kid into work one day and drags Blitz out of his office so he can keep an eye on his baby while everyone else goes on a hit, he's reluctant but it is Millie so her boss or not he listens to her if she insists.

He tries his best to ignore the kid, but he's still a father at heart so he tries his best to help if they whine, eventually fully looking at them, seeing all the things they got from you, and his chest warms in a way he hasn't felt in a long time.

When everyone comes back they see Blitz cradling his baby crying his eyes out, but smiling, cause he still has a bit of you with him, and he's not losing that no matter what.

He's a lot better after that, trying his best to raise the kid, and make sure they have a happy life, while also fixing up his own, apoligizing to everyone for his behavior. Even confessing to Stolas, remembering you had been trying to psyche him up for it before you died.

Years pass, his kid grows up a little, and even if there still young he couldn't be prouder of them. Telling them stories of you to remember you by, sad they'll never get to know their mother, but trying his best to move on.

But one day, he's shopping over in Pentagram city, and bumps into you, while your putting up fliers, immediately dropping the bags he's carrying and tackles you in a hug, confused but he's so happy, excitedly asking how your here and then it turns into you too telling eachother what's been going on in your lives, both happy to see things going decently well for the both of you.

Something to explain to your kid for sure, but any tears Blitz cries that day will be tears of joy.

#ask reply #helluva boss #blitzo #blitzo x reader #helluva boss x reader #x reader #my writing

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thaliasandy · 2 years

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SMUTTY (NC-17? rated) HellCheer headcanon

It's october 31st 1986, Chrissy took her little brother trick or treating earlier and is still dressed in her angel costume, a delicate white dress with tiny buttons in the front and little white wings on her back, she's wearing her hair down but wears a thin golden hairband that looks like a halo.

Eddie picks her up at 11:30pm in front of her house.

Corroded Coffin played a gig at a bar one town over from Hawkins, not much bigger than the Hideout but with a bigger, more enthusiastic crowd.

He gets out of the car to greet her, she squeaks when he wraps her in his arms and kisses her.

They stopped giving a shit what her nosy neighbors or her parents think about their relationship a while ago.

He's dressed in all black, his pants are shiny black leather, he's wearing a black shirt and his leather jacket, his usually chocolate brown eyes completely black, he's wearing black make up around his eyes and has two demonic looking horns glued to his forehead that are peeking through his bangs.

He looks downright terrifying.

"Oh my god, you look so scary! How did you do that with your eyes!?" She breathes, gently cupping his face in her hands and staring at him.

"Contact lenses, I can take them out if it's scaring you."

"No, I like it. You look dangerous..."she giggles.

"Mhhh freaky" He chuckles against her neck, where he's planting open-mouthed kisses and gentle love bites, not hard enough to leave a mark.

"And you ...look absolutely gorgeous, my innocent little Angel" He takes her hand and makes her spin around so he can get a good look at her costume.

They decide to go to lovers lake, their go-to place to get high and make out.

She looks perfect, laying underneath him, on his black blanket with a white pentagram in the middle, like a virgin sacrifice to Satan, he thinks to himself and it makes him chuckle that that must literally be what people like Jason and Chrissy's mother think he's doing with Chrissy. They're bathed in a soft orange glow from the battery powered string of lights he put on the car ceiling for some 'romantic atmosphere'.

She's flushed and breathing heavy, the buttons of her dress undone almost all the way down, the skirt pushed up to her hips while Eddie gently strokes her through the thin lace fabric of her panties.

When he slips his hand under the waistband her fingers dig into the skin of his naked back, his shirt and jacket were gone pretty much the moment they climbed in the back of his car.

"Too much, princess?" He murmurs against her lips.

"No! ...Maybe it's not enough?..."

She stares up at him expectantly biting her lip.

"You mean...?!Are you sure?"

"Only if you want to..."

He grimaces like she just said the most ridiculous thing.

"...if I want to!? Jesus Christ, I dream about this every night!! ... you're okay with me looking like this?" He motions to his eyes and the horns on his forehead.

"Yes...Take me, my big bad demon boyfriend...Make me yours."

She's giggling, teasing him, her voice sounding even sweeter than usual and he feels like his brain is short-circuiting.

"Or do you want me to call you Dungeon Master?" she laughs, wriggling out of her dress until she's left only in her matching white lace panties and bralette.

He startles her when he grabs her wrists and pins them down above her head, using the full lenght of his body to press her flat on her back.

He captures her mouth in a kiss, ever so slowly grinding his hips against her and is rewarded with the sexiest sound he's ever heard when Chrissy moans into his mouth, loud and uninhibited.

"Look at you, angel, getting ravished by the satanic freak and loving every second of it..."

He trails kisses down the side of her neck, down her chest, inbetween her breasts, letting go of her wrists so he can slide his fingers down the soft skin of her arms and under her bra.

"Can I take this off?"

She nods breathlessly and lifts her upper body up a bit letting him peel the bra from her.

He'd caressed her breasts underneath her clothes before and she enjoyed that a lot but with him looking at her so intensely she feels extremely exposed and insecure and wants to cover herself up with her arms.

He backs up a little, her bra still nervously clutched in his hand, his brow furrowed,

"Did you change your mind, Princess?...We don't have to do this tonight, we can just keep making out...um...If thats okay with you..."

She's amazed and can't help but smile at how fast he went from the bad boy pinning her down and grinding his impressively big erection against her and telling her he's going to ravish her, to the blushing, shy boy, nervously rambling, with shaking hands, all while looking absolutely demonic.

"No! I want this! I meant what I said, I...I want you to make me yours...I'm just nervous..."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You tell me if you want to stop, alright... Or if I do something that doesn't feel good..."

She nods again and pulls him back down on top of her.

"Mhhh you're so fucking beautiful"

He growls, cupping her breasts with both his hands, his thumbs drawing gentle circles around her nipples.

He looks at her through his bangs, letting his lips barely touch the incredibly soft skin on the underside of her breast.

"Can I kiss you here?"

Another nod.

He flashes her a devious grin before sticking his tongue out and gliding it almost painfully slow over her skin until he can flick it over her taut nipple.

Her gasp only spurs him on so he moves over to her other breast but instead of just flicking it he closes his mouth around her rosy nipple and sucks.

"Eddie!!!"

She squeals and tightens her thighs around his hips.

His mouth makes an almost obscenely wet popping sound when he lets go of her.

"You don't like that?"

"...No! Its not that...it felt really good...actually...I think I felt that in my...um..."

She's bright red now, having trouble keeping up eye contact.

"Hmmm?" He chuckles and lowers his mouth back onto her breast, suckling hard again, making her desperately roll her hips up against his, craving some friction.

"Tell me, princess, where do you feel it?"

He doesn't expect her to grab his right hand and guide it right into her panties.

He gently runs his middle finger along her slit, not dipping inside yet, just stroking her, teasing her, eliciting the cutest little mewling sounds from her.

"Please..."

She's so warm and wet, his thumb glides easily through her folds, seeking out that little nub that he knows will make her feel good. He's made her come with his fingers before, through her panties, but she's so much more responsive like this, her hips buck against his hand, one of her hands holding on to his wrist, the other gripping the blanket she's lying on.

Her eyes fly open when his middle finger carefully pushes against her opening.

"Alright?"

"Yes."

Her answer turns into a gasp when Eddie sinks his finger into her, he can feel her clenching tightly around his digit and he stills all movement, she'd told him how weird and uncomfortable it was when Jason tried to get her off.

"Don't stop, please. It feels good, I'm just not used to...having someone elses fingers there."

He starts moving his finger in a slow rhythm, his thumb circling her clit again.

"Do you think you can take another one, sweetheart?"

Chrissy nods again, chewing on her bottom lip, trying not to moan when he slides two fingers into her. She's pleasantly surprised when it doesn't hurt.

"Relax, you're so tense I can hardly move my fingers."

He murmurs against her neck where he started kissing her again.

He hears her inhale and exhale slowly and feels the muscles inside of her unclench.

"Mhmh, just like that. You're doing so good..."

The needy little whimpers and the way her hips move faster against his hand make him wonder if he's just great at what he's doing or if he discovered a kink of hers.

"You're going to come all over my hand, princess? Gotta make sure you're ready for my dick."

He sucks her nipple into his hot, wet mouth again and suddenly she arches her back, crying out his name.

He smirks at her when she opens her eyes again, not quite expecting her to cover her face with her hands.

"Sorry...I didn't mean to be so loud..."

He slowly pulls his fingers from her wondering for a moment if it would freak her out too much if he licked them clean.

"Hey, it's alright, no one's out here, it's just you and me...and besides...it sounded like I did something right..."

"Oh, I think you did EVERYTHING right!"

She giggles, still a bit out of breath.

"Always at your service, princess"

"Aren't you supposed to be a mean and scary monster?"

He groans when she caresses him through his pants and starts undoing his belt.

"Aren't you supposed to be an angel? Rubbing my dick isn't very angelic of you" He laughs, followed by a deep, breathless: "Mhhh Fuck, Chrissy..."

when she opens his pants and wraps her slender fingers around his painfully hard length. He can't help but buck his hips into her hand.

"Hold on..."

He moves away from her touch and grabs his leather jacket from the front seat, rummaging through the pockets until he finds one of little foil packets he made sure to take with him when he was in his room earlier...just in case.

"You're still sure about this?"

"Eddie, please don't make me wait."

He moves back between her splayed thighs.

"Alright, alright...lift your cute little ass up for me, princess."

He slides her panties off before pulling his own pants down his legs, delighted at the gasp that leaves her lips when she sees him in all his glory for the first time.

"Like what you see?"

She quickly looks back up into his eyes, slightly embarrassed that he caught her staring.

"I...I do! It's just a little bit intimidating."

"Don't worry, I know how to operate this thing."

He flashes her a grin, wrapping his fingers around his cock, pumping up and down just once, before ripping open the condom package and rolling it on.

He places his hands on her knees, encouraging her to spread them for him.

"Come here."

She whispers and motions for him to come closer.

Chrissy feels awkward showing herself to him like that but the feeling disappears once he crawls over her and covers her body with his, holding himself up on his forearms, trying not to put too much of his weight on her.

He's lean but a lot taller than her and towering over her, yet she's never felt safer than right now with Eddie Munson about to take her virginity.

(I was going to post that yesterday on Halloween but I was too busy 🙈

Idk if sclera contact lenses were something you could just buy in the 80s or if they were just used in movie and stuff...but I couldnt get that mental image of Eddie looking like a demon (but not actually being one) making love to angel Chrissy, out of my head...in fact I love that so much I might draw it at some point...)

Also, I had actually already written some of the actual love making but it wasn't good at all...sorry for just stopping there 😉)

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddssy #chrissy x eddie #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #headcanon #smut

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breathlessheartbeat · 1 year

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Succubus

Inspired by @deliciousbeats89 resus thought this week:

Resus thought of the day: A sucubus comes to you in the middle of the night. After taking your soul after making you orgasm they decide you are too fun and start cpr desperate to bring you back to make you their pleasure slave.

TW: blood (but tasteful); dub-con? maybe?

You can read part 2 HERE

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She came in the dark of the night. And she was a vision.

At first I thought I was dreaming. Half awake, I tried to blink to see if she would fade, turn into a strategically placed pile of clothing.

But no. Her curves were real. Solid. Her thighs could make thunder if they clapped together. Her abdomen was strong, but not muscular. Her breasts were ample, barely caught by her pentagram bra. Her lips were plump. Her nose was round and pretty. And her dark eyes were full of malicious intent. All of these parts I really liked.

Her entire skin was red. Stop sign red. Traffic light red. Volcano lava red. She had horns spreading from her forehead and curling towards the back of her head. Her ears were pointed.

Her black hair was half up. Her maroon lips smiled, biting her lower lip. She climbed on top of my bed, walking on all fours until she was on top of me. I thought it was a dream at first, but it couldn’t be. I could easily see my clock counting 3AM and you could never tell the time in dreams. The feeling of the sheets under my fingers was very real. The wind from the AC, the noises from outside.

Sleep paralysis, then? I thought. I must be the first case of a good one.

Then, she reached her hand and touched me.

The tips of her fingers were curled into black claws, as if they were stained by a very very dark henna. She put her palm against my chest and moaned low in her throat. When she smiled, I could see the tips of fangs.

“You will be such a delicious little meal...”

I opened my mouth, but found I had no words. What could I say? There wasn’t even the most distant part of me telling me I should be afraid someone had broken into my apartment. All I could think of was her: her touch, her words.

She knelt, one big thigh on each side of me and she kissed me.

My heart immediately went into overdrive. It beat so fast I could feel it everywhere, my body pulsing in tandem with it. It was impossible to describe what her lips tasted like. It was like food to a starving woman. My arms went around her and she let out a small chuckle of approval. My belly shook with the strength of the desire that flooded down to my legs.

She pulled away. I felt a deep sense of loss. My hands tried to hold her back and she just chuckled again. Her lips were upon me again. On my face, on my neck. Everywhere she touched, fire. I could barely breathe. I let go of her, grabbing at the sheets. My chest was heaving as she made her way down. At first, she just pulled at the collar of my pajama top and then, it was cut by her long claws, laying next to me. She continued her trail of kisses until she found my now uncovered breasts. She took one in her hand and squeezed. I let out a sharp yelp of pain. It quickly turned to pleasure, so fast it made my head spin.

Her talons had broken skin. I didn’t even mind. Her face turned to my left breast and she took it in her mouth, sucking at the tip, again and again until I thought I would die and then unlocking her jaw to make her mouth big enough to take my entire C-cup into her mouth. She bit down.

Wetness took over my panties.

She had her fun with my breasts. She put her head between them and nuzzled them, licking at the trails of blood she had left. It burned and I loved every second of it. She then touched her ear to my chest and sighed deeply.

“Just hear it thumping… so lively… such a pity…”

I wasn’t sure if I was missing bits of her words. The world had turned pink with pleasure and sudden love. I wanted to be in this moment forever, I wanted her to never leave, I wanted her…

Her mouth continued down my belly. Kissing, nibbling. Her hands held my hips down because they kept bucking upwards. My insides were a twist of burning hot desire. I was going to explode very soon.

Then he hit my mound and I could take it anymore. I came. I came hard. I closed my eyes and let out a pained moan, back arching slightly off the bed. The woman sniffed what had come out of me and tsked.

“Oh, look at that. So quick… you humans used to be harder to please.”

With that, she grabbed my legs. One moment all of my back was against the mattress. Then, only the top part of it. She had raised me and her nose was against my folds, pushing, exploring. She was kissing, she was sucking. Her tongue found my clitoris and I screamed, my legs shaking on her shoulders.

She was ravenous. She ate my pussy as if it was the meal she had mentioned earlier. Her fangs brushed against the sides of my labia and felt like final judgement was upon me. She lapped and circled and sucked and I couldn’t breathe.

Literally. I felt like oxygen wasn’t quite reaching my lungs. My heart, that had been beating in time in my ears since she had arrived, gave a painful twist. And yet, I couldn’t feel an ounce of regret.

I came again, with a roar that I didn’t know could be lodged in me. I was exhausted. Sweat covered my body. My lips tried to mumble a request for time, but she was at me again. At my core.

Her tongue went inside me. It was pointy and slitted. And it grew. And it grew and it grew, going inside me. My eyes were bulging out, unable to believe. I could feel her going inside me: touching my cervix, my uterus, everything inside, twisting it inside out.

I shook violently. My back was raised from the mattress. I tried to kick, but I found my legs to be heavy as lead. A choking sound came from my lungs. Ah, yes. Air wasn’t enough. I needed her, her, her. My heart was going so fast I was surprised it didn’t explode. I came a third time and I heard her laugh with amusement as her face was squirted with my juices. She licked her lips. Her black eyes in my dark room were heaven itself. No. Not heaven. Something else.

It wasn’t just my cum on her over extended tongue, that was dropping all the way down to her breasts. No. There was light in there too. A magical essence of something. She touched it, straddled me, smudged it in my face.

“Your soul, my sweet. Isn’t it beautiful? It’s delicious. Congratulations.”

She leaned down and kissed my face, licking what she had smudged there, as if she couldn’t miss a lick”.

“Now be a good girl and don’t move.”

She kissed me. Hard. My lips immediately went numb. Her tongue asked for passage and I just opened for her. I was weak, unable to do anything else. It dominated, demanded space. I opened my mouth for her as much as I could, but it felt like there was always more for her to explore. Her tongue continued down as if it was a serpent, reaching all the way down to my throat and continuing, much like it had did under me.

Of course some part of me reacted. My hips tried to lift from the bed, but she was holding me down. My chest shook under her, trying to fight, but her hands went to my shoulders, holding me down.

I couldn’t breathe. I tried and I tried, but she was blocking my airway. I could feel her moving down my throat and it revolted something in me. I struggled harder and she held me harder. I felt something in her tongue suck. My eyes rolled back in pain. My chest was burning and my heart was no longer as loud. It was erratic, stopping more than it was pumping. My hands fell to my side. My strength left me.

She continued to suck on my body. Some part of me could still feel it. The part she was consuming. My soul. For a second, I could watch me from her eyes. I was pale as I had never been before, my lips turning blue. All of my skin bore red scratches were her fangs or talons had been. My body was all twisted in the bed as if I had been in a fight. Bruises were forming wherever her much heavy body was holding me down.

Finally, she was done.

She sat up, put her head up and pulled her tongue out of my throat and back into her own mouth. She let out a heavy sigh, closing her eyes and licking her lips.

I knew, then, I was supposed to be gone. I couldn’t still be watching. Something was wrong.

“The other succubi said this might happen. That there might come a day when I wouldn't finish a meal. That I would want to protect one soul. That I would want to feed on it more than I once.” She murmured to herself, her feverish eyes watching the same ceiling my now blind fixed eyes were. She looked down at me, my battered body. She leaned over, caressing my face. “I left a little bit in there. There’s enough for you to make more. Now, we just need to fix this, don’t we?”

The tip of her talon touched the spot on my chest over my idle heart.

She held my face, stiffly tilted it back and blew into me. My throat was raw from her tongue, but my starved lungs took air just fine. Then still straddling me, she put her hands on top of my chest and started compressing my heart.

#resus #resus story #this first part is more spice than it is resus #i have not proofread this we die like illiterates #this is what i mean when i say i'm into fantasy resus #cardiac arrest #dark cardiophilia

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therosebunpost · 8 months

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BodyHarness Class

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Sunny, Bunny and Batty go out on a interesting date

CW: Allusions to smut at the end, descriptions of sharp craft tools

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“Where did you even hear about this??” Steve mutters, eyeing the door. His pace lagging as he peered into the dark corners of the tucked away venue.

'My friend! She told me someone was hosting a class like this and it sounds so fun!'

“Sure, fun is a way to put it.”

“Come onnn, Harrington! Hey, if it makes you get into it, I’ll wear mine without a shirt~!”

Heat crawled up Steve’s neck and bloomed onto his cheeks. Avoiding Eddie’s triumphant smirk, he forced a roll of his eyes. He nearly dies when you offer to let him help you with yours too, your smile just as mischievous. His pace picked up as steam poured out of his ears.

"Okay everybody! So, we weren't expecting such a large turn out…"

The small room was fit to bursting with chairs and a few tables. Two people stood in front, a man and a woman. "So! Just bare with us as we figure out what to do. If you want to participate, please see me while my lovely girlfriend prepares her materials, money and IDs in hand!”

You tug the both of them over to a set of chairs near the front. You set up shop by pulling a few chairs into a circle. Eddie grabs out the IDs and the money, Steve tucks the bags out of the way.

Eddie and the man made easy conversation as money exchanged hands. Steve finds himself wandering around, looking at the supplies. Some weird spikey tool, pliers, chains, elastic. Most of it was black and steel, with few gold and bejeweled pieces. This was absolutely a marriage between you and Eddie. If he wasn't so excited about seeing the final results on the both of you, he'd feel excluded.

"Okay! So, everyone ready?"

The room chimed in with cheers and the lesson starts. The idea was simple, create a body harness on your partner using the elastic and the rest of the supplies.

“And if you're alone, well, you might want to turn to your neighbor and get to know each other real quickly.” The man chimes in, grinning in a way that reminded Steve a lot of Eddie.

Eddie snickers, stretching his arms out wide like the man had done during the demonstration. “What were you thinkin’ babe?” He coos while you observe him. You drag your fingers along his chest, mapping out the design while Eddie does his best not to wiggle.

“Oh, a pentagram? Sweet girl, are you trying to get people to think I’m more of a devil then I already am?” Eddie’s beaming though, standing straighter. “But I suppose. Who am I to get in the way of such artistic expression?”

You wave Steve over while you laugh. You ask him to hold things while you start the pentagram. Not that he minds, he loves watching you work.

“So, you think you might want one, Sunny?” Eddie asks after a moment, struggling to maintain a straight posture. “Fuck, I think you wearing a pentagram would kill me.” He adds, and Steve becomes tense.

But, your friend must know this was a date, because it’s clear just where she sent you. All manner of people were paired up, many of them couples. In fact, right next to the three of you, were two guys trying to figure out how to work the hole punch. One of them in a T-Pose like Eddie while the other fiddled with the contraption.

“Come on man, it has to go that way or else it won’t punch right-“

“I’ll punch you right~”

“Pft- Thats- That was so stupid-“

Steve looks away, shoulders lax. He leans, breath ghosting along Eddie’s ear. “Do you want to see me in a harness?” He smirks as Eddie nods so hard it jostles your hands and you snip the wrong strap. You pouted up at the two of them, huffing out of your nose and stomping.

Steve giggles as he leans even more into Eddie. The metalhead joins him with a snort. “Sorry, sorry! This one is being a menace, whispering unholy things in my poor innocent ear.”

“I just asked if you wanted to see me in a harness!”

“Right, like you didn’t lean in close on purpose, distracting me from my responsibilities!”

You wave your hands at them, exasperated while a smile curls up at the corner of your lips.

‘I’m almost done, can you guys wait to flirt until I’m finished with the scissors? I could accidentally cut something.’

“Right, like Bats’ hair.”

Eddie gasps, gathering his precious locks close. “How dare you.”

With a shake of his head, he hides a grin behind his hand with a snicker. “I’m just saying.”

‘I’m not going to cut your hair, Batty! Sunny, please!’

Steve finally feels some remorse. Just a bit. You were really excited to do this, and if they were going to finish in time, they needed to get a move on.

“It looks really good so far, Buns.” He smiles, stepping close and kissing your temple. “I can’t wait to see what you look like..” He smirks, absolutely delighted at the way you blue screen.

“See? See! Told you!” Eddie cuts in, flailing a finger at a grinning Steve.

After another round of scolding, which wasn’t effective since both men adored how flustered you were, you finally finished Eddie’s harness. It’s definitely a statement piece. Black elastic stretching across his chest, silver washers connecting all the lines and adding some shine. Eddie stands proudly, puffing his chest and gazing at you two. “So, whatcha think?”

Steve meets your eyes briefly, and in that moment he knows you’re on the same wavelength.

‘Looks really good, Batty.’ You sign slowly, gaze trailing the lines you made across his body. Steve’s heart thumped as he clears his throat. “Yeah, it’s uh…it’s very you. It’s good.”

"Just....good?" Eddie prompts, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he steps closer. "Thats all you can say?" He's all up in Steve's space in a way that made his pulse jump. "It's- fuck, you look hot. Okay? Is that what you wanna hear?"

Eddie's eyes were bright. "Mm~ Took you long enough, what, you getting shy on us?"

Jumping onto the bandwagon, you slide up to Eddie's side. Your own smirk plays on your lips as you tilt your head at Steve in question. Betrayed, Steve scoffs and hurries over to the table instead.

"I- What happened to getting these done, huh? Tick Tock, clocks running out! Games nearly over." Taking the first thing that catches his eye, he hands over a bunch of chains. "Here, what about this? For something on yours, Bunny?”

With a roll of your eyes at his deflection, you take the chains and look them over. He expects you to reject it, but then there's that spark in your eyes that Steve loved to see. That excited smile lighting up the room while you grab the pliers and chain cutters. Gesturing for your boys to come closer, you thank Steve for the supplies with a kiss.

Now that it’s your turn, you start drawing out the design with a finger along your curves. Steve doesn't see it yet, but Eddie can. His chocolate eyes grow dark, voice dipping into that low growl. "Jesus, you tryin' to murder us, Sweetheart?" He leans in close and you're quick to curl into him. Mischief and mirth flowing through you while he teases you.

"Whats the design?" Steve asked, still not getting it. You beam up at him, pressing a finger to your lips. 'Secret' You sign. He was still learning, but finger spelling was starting to catch on in his brain.

"She's getting payback for earlier." Eddie chimes in, snickering as he grabs some pliers and Jump rings. "Alright Sunny, mind holding these chains in place for me?"

"Not at all." Steve grins, reaching out and holding the chain along your chest, mesmerized by you. God, was he glad you opted for something body hugging today.

You’re peering up at him from beneath your lashes with a shy smile. It’s still new, getting to be with you like this. Getting to be close, to feel your body. The look of the harness was nice, but frankly, he wouldn’t like it half as much if it wasn't on you two. If it didn’t interest you two so much.

“Gonna look so good, honey.” Steve murmurs, brushing a knuckle against your cheek before you bashfully tuck yourself into his arms. The tip of your nose brushing along his throat.

There’s huff beside you two, and Steve turns to see Eddie with a barely hidden pout. “Come on you two, you heard the coach, we gotta hurry.” With a wry smile, he turned to measure some chains.

It’s in that moment, while Steve watches Eddie’s back, that he forgets where they are. He reaches out, tugging Eddie close by the chain on his pants. “What is it-“ Tilting his head, Steve plants a kiss on him. Cupping his jaw, Eddie hums into it, shoulders sagging as he bows into Steve. It was short, sweet and enough to have the metalhead smiling again, even if he blinks at Steve a couple times.

“You just look really cool with tools.” Steve admits, breathless and warm. Eddie snickers, brows wiggling. “Well, there’s a few tools that I’d love to get my hands on.”

When the giggles subside in your little group, the boys finally get their hands back on you to finish your harness. The mixture of elastic and metal creates quite a sight, hugging your figure and adding shine. You even created a chain shrug, looping around your wrists loosely and resting over your arms decoratively.

Taking a step back to admire you and Eddie, Steve was glad he was wearing baggier pants because he was in trouble.

“Sweetheart, christ-“ Eddie breathes as his fingers graze along the clinking chains. Seeing you wearing a marriage of your styles, it was right out of a fantasy.

“Alright everyone, we got twenty minutes before the lesson is supposed to be over! Make sure you make your final items now!”

“Oh shit- Well you heard ‘em Stevie, think you’re up for it?”

Biting his lip, Steve hesitates. It wasn’t his style, but if you made it work for you, then why not for him? After all, it’d be more of a present for you and Eddie. He slowly spreads out his arms. “Sure, I think I’m up for it.”

You jump in place, your chains jingling before you go racing to grab the last of the supplies. Eddie stays behind, his grin big and goofy. “Didn’t think I’d ever see the day, Steve Harrington..” He breathes, his gaze lingers along his chest before trailing back up to his eyes.

“Oh, but you thought about it? About me, wearing something like this?”

“Ever since you came to our trailer dressed as Hercules, big boy.”

You come flying in, arms full with supplies. Steve notes the elastic you picked out for him, a warm sunshine yellow and warm brown. You’ve also opted for gold and bronze hardware instead of silver.

You and Eddie could be on the same page incredibly quickly. With a glance and the vague gesture of your hand over your chest, Eddie nodded before passing over a roll of brown elastic.

Your deft hands are gentle as you wrap the elastic around his waist first, soon walking behind him to snap the band in place. Steve feels a warmth against his back as you press close, soon nuzzling between his shoulder blades. Fuck, you were so cute.

Though he’s soon distracted by the touch of Eddie, mapping out straps along his shoulders. “How do you guys come up with this stuff so quickly?” Steve murmurs, eyes trained on the way Eddie’s rings glimmer in the light. That concentrated gaze was finally on him, and now Steve envied every figure that was in his place before him.

“Well, I showed you that mag, right?” Eddie mutters, the tip of his tongue sticking out as he fiddles with a grommet. “Yeah, but like, how can you just recreate them?” Steve pressed, swallowing as he remembered the abundance of magazines that Eddie showed him on the way there. More so pushed in his face while Steve tried to maintain a hold on the wheel.

“It’s just a bunch of lines. Having someone to work off of helps.” Eddie explains with a grin, now bringing the pliers closer. With them being so close to his nipple, Steve tries to stay still. Even if your hands started to wander, running along his sides, back and front.

“Havin’ fun back there, Bunny?” Steve chirps after a moment, his grin broad as you tense, and huff, caught. Eddie snickers, placing the pliers down beside him. “Be a little nicer to her, Sunshine. She’s got a model under her hands, can you blame her?”

Between you giving him a squeezing hug from behind and Eddie’s soft gaze, it’s a wonder Steve stayed upright. The urge to kiss you both brims from every fiber of his being, but there’s no way he’d be satisfied with something chaste. He shifts, caught between wanting to let you finish and dragging you both home.

“Aww, patience Sunshine, we’re almost done.” Eddie promises with a coo, soft and silky as he fastens the second strap into place over his shoulder. You quickly go back to work as well, wrapping another elastic around his chest, specifically under his pecks. Pushing them up a bit, which catches Eddie’s gaze. He swallows, cheeks tinged with pink as he adds a piece of elastic to connect the pieces together in the front.

“Five minutes!”

“Oh thank fuck, y’got everything secure back there Sweetheart?” Eddie rasps, leaning over Steve’s shoulder purposefully. Steve gasps at the hardness poking him in the thigh.

“Perfect, come on Buns, let's take a look.”

Searching your faces, Steve isn’t sure what he sees. Maybe shock? Disbelief? He glances down at the harness. Was it not what they expected? He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the building with Eddie in tow. He gives a dramatic wave goodbye before the door closes with a thump.

“Hey, what-“ Steve stutters out, panic in his throat. “What’s wrong, is everything okay-“

When you get to the Beemer, you literally crash onto it. Tugging him by the straps of his harness, your kiss is hungry. Steve only takes a second to register before he arches into you, hands resting on your hips and dragging up to feel the cool, metal texture of your harness.

Suddenly there’s a weight on his back, heavy breathing in his ear as Eddie grinds against him. “Fuckin’ Christ-“ Eddie groans into his neck, hands digging into Steve’s hips. “You’re both so hot, was gonna die in there if we stayed another minute.”

Pulling back from Steve, you arch forward to press a heated kiss to Eddie as well. The slick sounds of your kissing makes the former jock buck into you. A groan heavy in his chest as you hook your leg around his hip and Eddie grinds harder.

“It..it looks that good?” Steve mumbles as Eddie kisses along his throat. You kiss at his collarbone, tugging his shirt down to get more of his skin in your mouth. Your teeth scrapping and lips sucking until pink blooms across his skin.

“So Fuckin’ good Sunshine, are you kidding me?” Eddie rasps and you nod. You rub at his sides, thumbs looping into his belt loops to tug him even closer. Fuck, you were soaked.

“You wanna see? See how good you look for us?” Eddie growls, guiding Steve to look in the side mirrors of his beemer. He had to squint, given the size and dimness of the parking lot, but…he looked good. The two toned elastic fit well along his chest, even with his shirt in the way.

“I think,” Eddie breathes after a moment, kissing a line along the back of Steve’s neck after he crowded him against the car again, “We should go home and try these on the way they were actually intended for, hmm?” He slides his hand up Steve’s shirt, rings chill against his skin. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you nod, your eyes glassy and full of need.

“Fuck- Yeah, come on.”

As you all pile into his Beemer, Steve scrawls a note into his notepad before he drives.

‘Thank Bunny’s friend, ASAP.’

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