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Day of Greed - Mammon
~NSFW Alphabet~
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Warning: NSFW content ahead (whole bunch of this and that)
A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)
💰 Mammon is the self proclaimed best and boy does he pamper you, you wouldn't even need to lift a finger and he’s got you covered. Hot towel, cold towel? He’s on it. Sore? Massages. Thirsty? Water, juice, a variety of other equally refreshing beverages. He’s a little overbearing with his care but he really means the best and just wants to make sure that you’re as comfortable as possible. You’d remind Mammon that sometimes you just want to snuggle and that’s enough.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners.)
💰 He loves everything and he cannot make a distinction for one or the other. Mammon loves, appreciates and worships all of you. Everything about you is perfect and his favourite. Your eyes whenever they look up at him, your nails digging into his back, your hips that he loves to hold onto. It feels like Mammon just wants to touch every part of you whenever the two of you are together.
💰 On himself? His hands and mouth because he loves being able to touch and kiss you.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
💰 With Mammon brain he prefers being able to cum inside you, or have you swallow. Makes him feel even closer to you in a strange way but who can really decipher this demon’s brain when it comes to stuff like this. Trust he was quite eager to learn about where his cum looked best on you, and would experiment by making sure to always cum somewhere different. He just thinks it’s the best when it’s leaking out of you or you swallowing it. He’s got an average amount with his loads, not that thick and pretty general taste.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)
💰 Mammon loves spending money, mostly on himself. Until he finds that he loves to pour it onto you. Buying toys, lingerie, outfits, jewelry. He doesn't see it as anything bad because it's the gift that keeps on giving. He's starting to coin some weird new phrase he calls a money kink. Of course, it's not just the act of spending money. It's enjoying the pay off that comes from it. Seeing you using all these lavish gifts he gave you. Sometimes without your knowledge. How, you ask? Well those toys were good for when he was away, maybe busy with modeling work and you got lonely. He could feel the burning of his pact mark whenever you thought about him, the amount of times he'd secretly watch you getting off. While laying in his bed, using the toys that he bought you and none the wiser that he was watching you right now. Mammon had to exert so much self control just to insure that he could hold himself back from appearing and fucking you senseless.
E = Experienced (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)
💰 Has some experience from a few casual hook ups and he knows what he’s doing. Only appreciated his meager experience when it came to you because he knew enough of the basics to take the lead. Honestly felt like he was learning everything from scratch because he wanted to know what you like, what got you going, what would push you over the edge and so he basically forgot everything he knew to allow himself to learn your tastes.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)
💰 Tabletop - I mean he loves fucking you on his pool table, and with how often he does you feel this position deserves to be mentioned. Drives Mammon crazy when you get needy and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer.
💰 Pressed up against a wall - Mammon loves having you pressed up against a wall while he’s fucking you, makes sure you can’t run away from him. You have a tendency to move away from him whenever he overstimulates you too much but this position ensures that you can’t go anywhere. Just be good and let the great Mammon pleasure you.
💰 Lotus - Loves this position because of the intimacy it provides, holding you close and helping you move your hips while he’s kissing you and catching those pretty eyes looking at him with so much love and desire.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc)
💰 He’s so silly in the best way. He’s not trying to make it goofy but he’s on cloud nine whenever he’s with you and he’s all smiles. It’s an infectious happiness. Sometimes he’d do something that makes you chuckle and he’ll stop to look at you asking what’s making you laugh.Trying to explain the way all his jewelry makes a sound every time he thrusts like a shaker only made him wear more and louder things.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc)
💰 No consistent style really, sometimes he’s trimmed, other times he’s completely clean and sometimes he leaves it to get a little more natural. Certain shoots could have an impact too depending on the client, some might want him to be shirtless and no happy trail must be present, others prefer the look of them. Curtains match the drapes too.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
💰 Romantic in intention and tries to show it through his actions. He always holds you close and will tell you how much he loves you, again and again. He’s kissing you, moaning into your mouth about how good you feel and holding you in some way. He needs you close, it’s rare that his hands aren’t holding onto you in some shape or form and Mammon needs a lot of kisses, his kisses are greedy and insistent they demand you, beg for you and you know you could never deny him. Not when he loves you that much.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)
💰 Surprisingly not the biggest fan of it, not when he’s got you. Will only do it when he can’t handle how hard he is, if it’s unbearable. He’s not ceremonious about it either. He’ll go somewhere private and take care of it. He’s so nonchalant about it to you’d think he’s bored (lowkey kinda is) Mammon always compares it to how he feels when he’s with you and it doesn’t measure up.
K = Kink (One or more of the kinks)
💰 Praise kink - Call him a good boy and Mammon will be complete putty in your hands. He just wants you to praise him, tell him he’s doing a good job. He’ll literally beg you to praise him, giving you those sad puppy eyes that just want a compliment or two. Goes a little bit of a second way because he loves complimenting you, in everyday life and during the more intimate moments together.
💰 Overstimulation - He’s greedy, he can’t stop after the first time you cum. It just sets something off in him, he needs more. Mammon needs to watch you losing your mind, watch you cum on his fingers, his tongue, his cock. He’ll beg for one more, just one more (it’s never just one more) Has you all dazed, thinking you’re about to faint and so painfully sensitive as he just wants to give him more.
💰 Biting - He’s always giving you little love bites, marking you up so everyone knows that you’re his. Gets all pouty when you cover them up. Never bites you hard enough to hurt badly but enough to leave marks, loves biting your neck or shoulders while he’s cumming. Always making sure that there’s a prominent one on your inner thigh and he’ll give you a new one when it heals.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
💰 His bedroom - Preferably bent over his pool table, or he’ll fuck you on his couch, or in his bed. I mean the floor is an option too- that wall over there looks inviting. (Honestly he’s had you on about every possible inch of his bedroom…Even the ceiling…)
💰 Not opposed to public ventures - He’s not super risky about it though, (I mean aside from the obvious) will only really initiate if he knows there’s a very low risk of actually getting caught. Can’t risk having anyone else see how pretty his partner is all for him.
💰 There’s a specific closet in RAD that’s become something of Mammon’s secret hangout and it’s where he bunks classes, also where he’s pulled you in for a little quality time before.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)
💰 Basically anytime he watches you being a badass, doesn’t know why it just turns him on. Likes when you kiss him and get all heated and desperate. The way your kisses grow sloppier, deeper and more urgent for him. Mammon loves feeling like YOU want him and there’s no greater turn on than being wanted by you. (Also if you tug on his hair while kissing him) He’s open about what you do to him and now knowing that, you still do those things knowing it will turn him on.
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
💰 Sharing/threesomes/exhibitonism - He’s literally incapable of sharing you with someone else. His greed could never allow it. Or having others see you in a way only he can. Yeah you’ve taken a few photos and videos together, you can rest assured no one else will ever see them because those are Mammon’s guilty pleasures and you’re pretty ‘nd stuff that he can’t allow others to catch on because they’re definitely gonna fall in love with you.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
💰 He isn’t called the great Mammon for nothing. He’ll never admit all the research and times he practiced against his hand to make sure he had the technique down. He just would pretend to naturally be that great at it while driving you crazy, having you cumming non stop while doing all those insane things with his tongue. His fingers would dig into your hips, hold you in place until he was satisfied. Mammon likes receiving too, especially when you surprise him out of the blue and just go straight for the prize. He likes seeing how greedy you get, trying to stuff all of his cock into your mouth when it’s clearly too much but you’re still trying and taking him like a champ.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)
💰 Slow, sensual and hard. He has a tendency for those hard thrusts that make your entire body jolt, and then drag out with the slowest pull feeling everything inside and then another hard thrust in. He’d be kissing you, listening to how you gasp every time he slams against you, bottoming out and just being so so deep it feels like it’s knocking the air out of you. Can be fast and rough if he’s desperate enough or pressed for time.
Q = Quickie (They opinions on quickies, how often etc)
💰 We’ve established the existence of his secret hideout in RAD, best believe it’s a popular quickie spot for the two of you. Mammon never fails to impress and makes quick work of you and himself. Thinks quickies are the literal best thing when he doesn’t have a lot of time but needs a little recharge on his person. Love how much you seem to enjoy them too. (You’re adorable) Go to position for quickies is having you sitting on top of a surface or bent over it. It’s what he’s best at.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc)
💰 He’s game to take risks and try out new things especially with you. It may end up being something the two of you really like, or hate and that’s okay. You’ll laugh about the fact it was terrible. Mammon is eager and adventurous which makes for fun experimentation. Things he learned he liked included spanking and bondage. “Hated” edging, only because it was you edging him and you kept telling him he was a good boy even while you denied and ruined his orgasms for hours.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
💰 Got a lot of rounds in him, you accredit his stamina to his work, running (away from Lucifer) and partying. A deadly combo that gave him so much excessive stamina. Doesn’t need to work out all the excessive energy though and will usually stop when you’re tired. As for the rounds he’s got pretty average time for individual rounds (you’re honestly thankful the multiple rounds are enough to already push you to the limit physically.)
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themselves?)
💰 He doesn't have any toys himself but he’s bought you A LOT. Loves seeing you using them and enjoys using them on you. It enhances the experience and makes things fun. He’s a little evil about it, he’ll be chuckling asking what’s wrong when you’re trying to force his hand away while he’s borderline torturing you with the vibrator on your sensitive spots and has you whining. You did convince him to try cock rings though, especially the vibrating ones (little bit of revenge)
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)
💰 He teases a lot, gets you all riled up and then just a little more. He loves the slow build up, it’s not to the point of denial but he knows how to pace himself for foreplay and after your first orgasm then it’s non stop, that’s when he gets serious about things. His teasing is just giving you everything except his dick- got you all fucked out before he’s even put it in.
V = Volume (How loud they are? What sounds they make? Etc)
💰 Moans, groans and curses a lot. He curses so much, his vocabulary gets a little limited when he’s in pleasure brain mode and his friend downstairs is doing all the thinking for him. You think he’s got some of the sexiest moans you’ve heard and when he’s biting, marking you all up and he groans in bliss at seeing his marks and your expression. He can get loud if he makes no attempt to keep it down (another reason he sinks his teeth into you while cumming, mostly to prevent himself from getting too loud)
W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character?)
💰 He’s a switch. Mammon has equally dominating and submissive tendencies in the bedroom. He’s not dead set on having you always being the one to submit to him, and if you take the lead he’s happy to follow. He’s good at reading the room and will act depending on what he’s reading, some days you want to be taken care of and just want to fall a little into sub space and he’ll take care of you during then. He’s definitely a pleasure dom and service sub.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes?)
💰Human form: Dark bulbous tip, thick and girthy from the head to middle and narrows out at the base, a little longer than average. It’s a stretch every time he pushes in.
💰 Demon form: Maybe a little ironic that he swells at the base, and gets longer, shape alters a bit and you were pleasantly surprised. Call it a bonus, the first time he came in you in demon form- his dick swells, not at all like knotting, it’s the entirety just swells enough for you to notice it.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
💰 Average and high - His yearning for sex is normal but his yearning for YOU... Permanent all time high. Sometimes it gets a little confused and you’d think he’s permanently turned on and ready to go but he just wants to be close to you and smother you in hugs, kisses and maybe something else. If you weren’t around, it would be a desire for you he’d be feeling not so much the physical urge of sex. His drive is 90% because of you.
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)
💰 He’s still willing to go out and party afterwards, stay in and watch movies with you or something. He doesn’t feel the instant tug of sleep even if it did last hours, unless he’s intentionally trying to fall asleep he probably won’t just fall asleep with the exception being he was exhausted beforehand.
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everything I want...
bucky barnes x plus size!avenger!reader
summary: being sent on a mission with bucky should be a piece of cake, but he's been acting strange around you for weeks now and you have no clue why.
cw: SMUT, fingering, oral sex (fem rec), shower sex, p in v sex (unprotected), creampie, breath play, breeding kink, pregnancy/lactation kink (very little), possessive pervy bucky (he gets a bit feral in this one), solo masturbation mention (m), steve rogers meddling being a great wingman, angst with a happy ending, 4.4k words
a/n: my entry for the lovely @nickfowlerrr 's seven deadly sins event 🖤 Lust is the sin I chose for this fic and really it was an excuse to write filth lol I really hope you enjoy it! (and a quick thanks to everyone who encouraged me to keep going, this fic wouldn't be here without you)
18+ MINORS DNI
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"You'll be with Barnes for this mission. Get in, get out, no big deal. We've done this before and it doesn't look like it'll be much of a problem."
Steve smiles politely at you as he hands you the briefing folder with all the info on where you'll be going and why.
"If it's so easy why doesn't Barnes go alone?"
You regret opening your mouth as soon as the words come out, choosing to bite your lip and open the folder instead of looking at Steve's patented Look of Disapproval.
"Be ready and on the jet in two hours," Steve sighs.
"Yes, Captain."
Steve marches out of the room, always moving like a man on a mission even when he's not on one. No, this one's just you and Bucky. The man who's been avoiding you like the plague the last few weeks. Someone who you thought was at least a friendly acquaintance, a close colleague maybe.
He went from joking with you on the jet and bringing you coffee when he got one for himself from the canteen, to not even looking at you. Like even daring to lift his head when you walked by would get him booted from the team and sent back to Hydra.
You wouldn't say the two of you were close, but being a part of this team, working with these people; it was hard making friends with people who didn't understand, who didn't live on the compound. Sure there were SHIELD agents you saw here and there at the gym or around medical or the offices. But you saw Bucky damn near every day since you joined the team. And now out of the blue he was pretending like you didn't exist.
It didn't help that you had a not so teeny tiny crush on the man either.
Maybe this mission was a peace offering, Steve's way of getting the two of you to rebuild, reconnect. For the betterment of the team...or whatever. The sooner you got it done, the sooner you could get home and get away; from Bucky and from your own hurt feelings.
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Steve was right, the mission didn't take long at all. You were able to get in and get out with the information you needed with little to no fuss. Barnes was the perfect partner to watch your six with the way he was avoiding you and it totally didn't bother you that he hadn't said a word to you outside of what was strictly necessary. Totally.
When you got back to the hotel, Bucky got on the phone with Steve right away, still avoiding. He did need to call Steve to debrief, but he wasn't even saying much, just standing there with the phone to his ear, grunting every now and then.
Frustrated, you sat on the edge of the bed and pulled of your boots. Bucky was facing the window, looking over the city. The hotel room was modest, but modest for Tony Stark's standards was still luxurious and you wanted to take advantage of the shower that was practically the size of your bedroom back home before you guys left. You weren't waiting for Bucky to shower first.
"I'm taking a shower," you called out. Bucky made a noise but didn't turn around. His back muscles shifted against the tight black tshirt he wore when he shrugged at something Steve must've said over the phone. You couldn't hear what they were discussing but you could sense Bucky's tension from across the room. From the way he looked you'd think the mission was a failure, that he was reporting back with terrible news even though you know everything went well. Your fingers itched to rub soothing circles over his back, ease some of that tension away...
Shower, think of the shower. He doesn't deserve it.
Once you figured out which knobs controlled which of the four differently angled shower heads, you hopped in. Your clothes lay discarded on the sink as steam filled the room. It was heavenly. You'd have to ask Tony about installing a system like this in your apartment.
As you soaped up with the hotel body wash, your mind started to wander to the same person it always seemed to these days.
Part of why Bucky's sudden rejection was so painful was how much you'd grown to care about him. It felt silly, having a crush like this at your grown ass age, but that's what it was. Your stomach fluttering, your heart racing. You hoped he didn't know just how much he affected you every time he brought you coffee or talked to you or sat near you in a meeting.
Maybe that's why he's been avoiding you, maybe he caught on and...he doesn't feel the same way. Maybe he's trying to put distance between the two of you so you'd get the hint.
God, how embarrassing. You stand there with your hands on your chest, over your breaking heart, and try to hold it together instead of blabbering like a baby.
Of course he doesn't want you. He's a super soldier, practically a God. And he's been through so much. He's not the type to want a...girlfriend right now, especially someone on the team.
Suds drip from your breasts as you try to finish your shower, bending over to scrub your feet while you try not to cry. It's silly, silly and stupid. But you were hoping that even if he didn't like you that way, that you wouldn't lose a friend too.
The thought of him never speaking to you again makes a tear finally fight its way free and you choke out a sob as it falls down your cheek. You hope the pounding water is enough to mask your choking sobs but who knows. Your emotions are all over the place. You can't seem to stop crying and you're angry. Angry at Steve for putting you on this mission, angry at your tears and angry that Bucky might be totally lost to you.
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Bucky can smell you.
He stands by the hotel window, holding the bridge of his nose like that'll make it stop. It never does. You're always there, invading his senses. Not just your body wash or the shampoo you use, or the heavy floral stuff the hotel has stocked up in the bathroom. He's trying not to imagine you using the individually wrapped bars of soap to lather yourself up not twenty feet away from him, but just like his hand on his nose, nothing helps.
No, even under all the artificial stuff, it's you that drives his senses wild. Something encoded in your goddamn DNA that fries his brain.
It took him a while to figure out what it was that made it hard to be around you. He could ignore it at first, when you first joined the team. He was still fresh himself, finally coming back to be a do-gooder with Steve and the team after talking time to heal and scrape away what was left of Hydra's programming. There wasn't time to acknowledge the way his dick twitched every time you entered the room. It wasn't appropriate. And Steve would kick his ass for chatting up the newcomer anyway.
But as the weeks and months drew on, as he found himself getting more comfortable, more used to a routine that always seemed to revolve around you, he couldn't ignore it.
He felt like a dog in heat. Most of the time he could manage it, but there were days out of every month where he'd scramble for the nearest bathroom, broom closet, empty meeting room, anything after being with you for even five minutes so he could relieve himself. Biting his lip until he bled to keep from cursing your name as he worked his fist over his cock until there was nothing left.
It was maddening, the shift in your scent. He craved you constantly, but those times when his needs couldn't be ignored he felt out of control. Like he was a snap of your fingers away from becoming him again.
It wasn't until you left your phone unattended in the compound gym that things started to make sense.
You had been chatting on the treadmill with a SHIELD agent. Bucky pretended to be focused on his workout while he listened in to your conversation. Your agent friend was talking about her and her partner trying for a baby so you recommended a period tracker app that you had been using for a while.
"It's great! After you've been using it for a few months it can predict when you'll be ovulating for max baby making potential."
Your friend laughed at the saucy tone in your voice, Bucky nearly dropped the massive dumbell he was curling on his foot. Images of you, breasts heavy and leaking, swollen and pregnant with his child was all he could see. And fuck him, he wanted it, needed it, craved it.
So when your friend was gone and you hopped off the treadmill momentarily in search of your water bottle, leaving your phone behind, Bucky took his chance to sneak a quick look.
It was all right there. He remembers the last day he could smell you so strongly he could barely stand it. He almost got caught in the gym showers, slamming a crack into the tile wall when he came so hard his vision went black with the scent of you burned in his brain. He didn't see you for two days after that but when he did there was a coppery edge to your scent. And the app on your phone proved it.
You were ovulating. Your body was practically screaming for him, demanding that he do what he was made to do and breed your sweet cunt. His need to rut into you, to bury himself deep and pump you full of his cum over and over, no matter how long it took until it sticks, finally made sense.
Bucky already knew he cared for you, but he didn't want to scare you, overwhelm you. He wanted to do right by you, take you on dates, show you how special you are to him. But this feral need to claim you wasn't stopping any time soon either. Maybe, he thought, he should give you some space. Give whatever this feeling was done distance and it would calm down. Then...then he could tell you how he felt. He needed to clear your scent from his mind before he was trapped in a constant state of relieving himself by his own hand month after month, wasting what belonged to you in tissues and shower drains.
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So he stayed away, for an entire month at that, before Steve got sick of his shit excuses and put the two of you on this mission together.
"Whatever's going on with you two, you need to work it out. We're not in forth grade any more, Buck, you can't pretend a girl has cooties just cause you feel weird about liking her."
Bucky tensed as he heard her boots fall to the floor behind him.
"I don't-"
"Don't bullshit me, Bucky."
"Language," Bucky's lip quirked, almost a smile.
"I'm taking a shower," you called from the other side of the room. Bucky grunted, not trusting himself to say anything more. He could feel your eyes on him.
"Just talk to her. I know what you're gonna say, she deserves better than a jerk like you. But she doesn't deserve the cold shoulder."
Bucky shrugged, forgetting that Steve couldn't see him. He heard the bathroom door click shut and his forehead dropped against the window.
"You don't get it, Steve. She's different. I can't control myself around her. I'm hanging on by a thread here."
Steve sighs and says something else but Bucky barely hears it over the sound of running water and your clothes hitting the floor.
"Bucky, you there?"
Shit.
"Sorry, I should...I gotta go."
"She likes you too, idiot." A part of him knew but hearing it out loud felt surreal. "I got the same senses you do. Better even," Bucky shakes his head at Steve's teasing, "I can hear her pulse pick up when she looks at you, how her breathing changes. How she sits close to you, touches you whenever she can."
Bucky shivers thinking of your hands on him, pulling him into your shower with you, letting him get close enough to touch you the way he's dying to touch you.
"And you know I can smell how wet she gets when y-"
"Watch it, Rogers," Bucky snaps with a growl in his throat.
"Then get your shit together, Barnes! She wants you too, you're not gonna scare her off."
Bucky wants to tell Steve he doesn't have any idea what he's talking about when he hears what sounds like crying coming from the bathroom.
"Alright, if you're done playing matchmaker I gotta go."
Bucky hangs up before Steve can say another word and tosses his phone on the bed. Before he can think better of it his boots are off and he's pulling his shirt up and over his head. His heart is being torn to shreds with every sob that shudders through thin walls and he has the sinking feeling that it's all his fault.
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You don't hear the bathroom door open, but you feel the rush of cool air hitting your back. Before you can wipe away your tears and yell at Bucky for coming in before you were finished, he's right there. His hands grip your waist and turn you around.
"Bucky.
"Shh, I've got you."
He pulls you in, crushing you to his bare chest in a fierce hug. You don't know what's happening or why but he's here. Finally he's here and you're not gonna do a thing to stop it.
Your face is still wet with tears when he kisses you, consumes you, more like. His lips, teeth, tongue invading your mouth and begging you to open up and let him take all of you. You're shaking when he lets you go long enough to breathe, but his hands don't let you go, only wrapping around tighter and lifting you up against his broad chest when he feels your legs go weak.
It's everything you've every dreamed of, there's no way it's real. He's naked for fuck's sake. You can see his discarded jeans on the floor by the door, feel the evidence of his nudity pressing long and thick against your thigh.
His lips work down the length of your neck, down your chest, to suck a puckered, soapy nipple into his mouth. He's looking up at you with those murky blue eyes and your mind goes blank. You don't care why he chose now of all times to see you, to touch you, as long as he doesn't stop, as long as he keeps sucking and licking and biting you just like that. And you really must've hit your head because, fuck, you're already this close to coming and that's never happened before.
Your thighs press together, searching for any kind of friction, as you tug on Bucky's hair. When you pull, his eyes roll back. He groans, the noise shooting straight to your pussy.
Still holding you up with one hand, Bucky bullies your thighs apart with the other, spreading you open and on your tip toes so he can slide his fingers over your cunt. Two thick digits slip between your folds and shove into your cunt. You gasp, writhing around his fingers. It's too much, you feel so fucking full you can barely stand it. But Bucky keeps working his fingers, scissoring them, spreading them deep as he pumps them in and out. Your nails scrape against his skin, scrambling across his broad shoulders to find purchase as he brings you careening fast over the edge until you're plummeting, screaming his name as you spasm around his fingers.
He pulls his fingers away and you watch, dazed and panting as he sucks them clean. The way he moans around his fingers nearly has you coming again.
"Bucky, please," you don't know what you're asking for but you don't care. You'll gladly take anything he gives you.
"Need more," he groans, his eyes glazed. "Can I have more, angel?"
You're nodding wildly as he sits you down on the shower bench. Hot water rains down on his back and he's lifting your feet up on the bench so he can keep you spread wide open. His big hands clamp down on your thighs and it would be almost painful if you weren't distracted by the way his mouth latched onto your clit.
"Fuck! Bucky, oh my god," there wasn't any stopping your rambling, begging, pleading. It was too much, too good. Bucky's moans vibrated to your core. He feasted on you like you were his last meal, licking every drop of your juices, sucking each fold before fucking into you with his tongue.
You could think, talk, breathe. All you knew was Bucky's touch as he made you come again. Your legs shook and your back arched and it went on for what felt like forever, this mind blowing pleasure that you almost didn't feel worthy of. That he looked up at you as he cleaned you up with his tongue like you were everything to him in this moment made your eyes well up again for being so emotional.
A look of worry wrinkles Bucky's brow.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
With a shaky hand you brushed back an errant hair from his forehead and caressed his cheek. "No, I'm fine. Sorry, I just get emotional like this before, y'know..." You didn't want say it, especially not to a guy you liked right after he ate you out. It was hard to look at him still sitting there between your legs, your face feeling hotter by the second.
"You mean before your period?"
You sputtered and tried to close your legs. No way, there's no way you're talking about your period with your dream man with your legs spread open like he's your gyno.
"Don't hide from me," Bucky growled. You watched, your jaw dropping, as he nuzzled his nose into your mound at the apex of your sex and breathed in deep, filling his lungs with your scent.
"How did you know?"
"Your phone, you left it open at the gym." Bucky doesn't stop kissing your mound, your belly. It's like he's a cat and you're the catnip. "And I can smell it on you. Your scent changes, gets...deeper somehow. Like you're calling to me."
Suddenly he's lifting you up and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist with a shout of surprise. Bucky grabs one of the giant hotel towels on his way out of the bathroom, carrying you like it's nothing. It is for him, but it's jarring. You always forget that he's not just some guy. Like the fact that his enhanced senses don't just include hearing and sight. Of fucking course he can scent you like a bloodhound.
Bucky lays out the big, fluffy towel and drops you on it, watching with hunger in his eyes as you jiggle when your body bounces on the mattress. You want to cover yourself with your arms and squeeze your legs shut, but you hear his voice in your head.
"Don't hide from me."
Bucky crawls on top of you, his thick arms and broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room. It's just him and you and this bed. And between you his cock pushes thick and needy against your weeping cunt. His hips twitch as he kisses you, lightly rubbing the thick vein running down his cock through your folds.
"Please, Bucky," you whine against his lips.
His forehead rests against yours briefly before he sits back on his heels. Bucky's heavy-lidded gaze is hungry, staring at the way your cream coats his cock.
"Please don't tease me, Bucky," your plea comes out shaky and unsure. "I can't take it."
Bucky caresses your cheek, tugs at your bottom lip with his thumb.
"If you let me in, I don't think I'll ever leave."
Your brows pinch, your heart hammers away in your throat. You get the feeling he doesn't just mean in the physical sense.
"I don't want you to leave."
Bucky's eyes shut and his jaw clenches and you reach for him. To take his face in your hands so you can pull him close and look into those beautiful blue eyes when he finally thrusts inside. And he lets you.
You hold him in your hands as his whole body shakes. You've never felt so full, so complete, but you need more. If only he'd move, you need him to move.
"Bucky-"
The growl that explodes from deep in Bucky's chest is the only warning you get before he pulls back, nearly all the way out, and slams back in. The force of it shoves the air from your lungs and you can scarcely catch your breath before he does it again and again, picking up pace until he's hammering into you, pounding you into the mattress. His groin grinds against your pelvis with every deep thrust, the thatch of hair there teasing your clit.
Bucky takes you by the throat, tenderly at first, saying, "Look at me. Don't look away, beautiful, keep those eyes open."
It's a struggle but those blue eyes ground you as your mind tries to float away. You don't know what sounds you're making, what you're even saying but Bucky shushes you, tells you he's got you, you're his.
"My pussy. Mine to fill up, right, beautiful? All mine."
You nod your head as best you can with his fingers on your jaw, babbling nonsense. He doesn't slow or stop, that super-soldier stamina helping him keep a brutal pace.
Bucky grabs your right thigh, turning it over so it's on top of your left and holding it there with the hand not on your throat. Your eyes roll back at the way the new position has him grinding against your inner walls. You thought you felt full before, but this is something else entirely.
Your hands fly up to Bucky's forearm, desperate for a part of him to hold on to as he looms over you, taking what belongs to him. His hand on the meat of your thigh tightens as he grunts and groans and you grip at the hand on your throat, silently begging for his gentle hold to tighten too.
His eyes soften, as he shifts his hand and squeezes. This man could end you right here, right now, with a twitch of his finger but he's looking at you like you're delicate, so fucking delicate and it doesn't make any sense. Your brain is fried, everything feels like too much and just right at the same time. Like you're meant to be here under him, full of him, taking everything he gives you.
"God, you're so beautiful."
Your legs shake under his grip and you feel yourself implode. His words ricochet around your head as you come, coating his cock, and the sheets, with your release.
Bucky's grip on your throat loosens and he collapses on top of you, capturing your lips with his, cradling his arms around you. His full weight on top of your twisted, bent body is a welcome pressure. You never want him to leave.
"Mine," he growls again. "Gotta fill you up, breed this sweet little cunt so everyone knows you're mine. I can't hold back anymore. Say it. Say you're mine."
"I'm yours, Bucky," you cry, "all yours. Only yours."
Bucky lifts your right leg up over his shoulder, spreading you wide open. He brings his thick fingers down on your messy cunt with a wet slap and you cry out, shaking as you come again.
"That's it, beautiful. Milk me fucking dry."
Bucky's hips stutter and go still and he shouts, spilling inside you, filling you to the brim.
Bucky lets your leg fall from his shoulder and collapses on top of you. Before he can suffocate you, not that you'd mind, he rolls the two of you onto your side and holds you tight to his chest. You can feel his release slipping out, oozing down your thigh. There's so much, you don't even want to think about the clean up. Not now, not when it's so much easier to think about how good it feels to be here, in his arms.
"You're mine," Bucky whispers into your hair, taking a heavy breath, filling his lungs with your scent.
"All yours," you smile, your cheek pressing against his solid chest.
"I mean it. Not just here, not just tonight. I want to make you mine, angel."
Bucky sounds so serious it almost worries you. You turn your head where it rests on his bicep, trying to not get distracted by how big it is. Those blue eyes of his are soft but searching your face, like he needs you to understand, to know that he means it.
"I want that, Bucky. I want it so bad."
Your voice is quiet but you know he can hear you loud and clear, can hear the desperation in his voice mirrored back in yours.
His big hands roam your body, caressing your breast, your hips, like he wants to touch you everywhere all at once. You help him settle on a place by lifting your leg and curling it over his hip. You can see it on Bucky's face, how much he needs you. The way your combined scents make his nostrils flare, the tightening of his jaw. His fingers leave your hip and delve between the juncture of your thighs, a groan rumbling through his chest.
"Bucky," you pant as his fingers play in the mess he made, slipping in and out of your cunt.
He kisses your forehead, continuing to work you open once again.
"Need to have you again, angel." Bucky doesn't wait for you to respond before he's guiding himself in til you're full to bursting. "Gotta keep you stuffed full, baby."
You shudder at his words, his hands roaming your body.
"I'm yours, Bucky. All yours."
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—immortal lust |myg|
🧛🏻 pairing: vampire!yoongi x vampire hunter!reader
🧛🏻 au/genre: vampire au, e2l, angst, smut
🧛🏻 rating: M
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🧛🏻 warnings: mentions of parent death (off-screen). creepy themes associated with graveyards, vampires, and vampire hunting. explicit smut: fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, implied bdsm, implied orgy, biting, blood drinking (vamps, duh!), use of blood for lubrication (again, vamps!)
🧛🏻 an: thank you to my beta readers @downbad4yoongi and @lo1k-diamonds and @mrsparkjimin18. I know this ws rough at first, but I think it became a very enjoyable piece of literature in the end. @colormepurplex2, thank you for the prompt to write, and congrats on earning the most points for the network in the semi-annual tally! You earned it!
🧛🏻 summary: In the shadows of a world where the supernatural breathes just beneath the surface of the mundane, you are a skilled vampire slayer from a revered family harboring a secret desire that contradicts your very existence.
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This story is written for @colormepurplex2 as her gift for being the top leading point earner for our network, @bangtanwritershq and for our Quarter 2 event: Seven Deadly Sins
ᥫ᭡ AU Type: Lust — Vampire AU
ᥫ᭡ Themes: Enemies 2 Lovers & Forbidden Desires
ᥫ᭡ Inclusions: Bargains & Contracts, Confessions and Secrets, Explicit Sexual Content, Blood & Violence
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24 Years Ago
“Why are you crying, Uncle Sol?” Eight-year-old you stands in the darkened doorway of the study, bleary eyes struggling to take in the scene in front of you.
Soleil Belmont sits in the overly stuffed, brown leather armchair in front of the fireplace. Your uncle by choice, thanks to the life-long friendship between him and your mother, Valkyrie Blake, is how he came to be in your life. The hands that cover his damp eyes wipe furiously at his cheeks, as if to hide the evidence of his tears from your sight. You didn’t even notice how he looked—the mud caked on his boots, the tattered look of his shirt under his leather jacket, the small cut by his hairline or the bruises starting to appear along his face.
“Come here, sweetie,” he asks, voice breaking as you walk in your thin nightgown across the wood floors, feet making quiet sounds with every step you take closer to him. Once within his reach, he places a clammy hand on your shoulder.
“There’s been an accident.”
The funeral itself was one of the worst days of your life, watching the twin caskets of your parents lower into the rectangular cutouts in the earth. The gleaming black lacquered wood was polished to perfection, only to be marred by the small handful of dirt you’d thrown before begging to be taken away from the graveyard, away from the scent of death and decay.
That day is when you decide you never want to experience death. You never want to be so badly injured in a car accident that your family has to have a closed casket. That you’d never see your child grow up, and leave her abandoned in this world. You hate that death is the inevitable end to life, and that fear leads you down the path you’re on now.
You - Present Day
The dream begins much like all of the other ones you’ve had as of late. You’re in an old cemetery—gothic gravestones coated in thick moss with flora obscuring the names and dates of the not-so-recently deceased. Large tombs with crumbling marble and ivy-covered wrought-iron fences, the overgrown oaks with Spanish moss reaching eerily towards your figure in the shadows from the waxing crescent moon. The dirt beneath your feet feels malleable as you step quietly past the final resting places of all of the former slayers. You’ve traversed these grounds before, more than several times in your adult life, as you’ve learned about your family, the work that they did—that you are supposed to continue—and can name all of the family lines that take their final rest here.
An eerie fog begins to rise from the ground, permeating the air until it covers your boots and ankles, weaving its way along the marble and stone placards, hiding the Lord’s Prayer epitaphs and angelic motifs from sight. A shiver raises the hair along your arms and the back of your neck and you sense him. He’s here, watching you with his luminous eyes and heightened, immortal beauty. You know he can hear the way your heart thrums in your chest, can smell the prickles of adrenaline that drip from the sweat at your hairline, and possibly the arousal as it seeps through your panties.
You attempt to refocus your thoughts away from the nervous energy, standing still. You wonder if he believes that you are doing this so as to not trip or step on dead wood littering the ground to make too much sound. You know it wouldn’t matter. Quiet as a mouse or trampling like an elephant would make no difference to this being. He is well over three centuries old, exact years he has been alive though are not documented anywhere. No one has lived after a close encounter with him to document his life pre-turning, according to the various journals and tomes housed in the slayer library.
All you know for certain is that the earliest records of the vampire known only as ‘Yoongi’ appear in the late 17th century, identify his maker as ‘Namjoon’, and his three known fledglings as ‘Heizi’, ‘Taehyung’, and ‘Hoseok’. Only one of his creations is dead—the one who killed your parents. A loud crack of lightning whips your head to the left, the flash revealing the amber backlit eyes embedded in the dark silhouette of the famed vampire crouched on the edge of the cremation tomb several yards away. Your amygdala reacts, heart rate spiking as he moves faster than you can capture—one second he’s atop the Van Helsing columbarium, the next he’s standing in front of you, strong hands clamped to your arms holding you tight, keeping you from moving. Your small but deadly sharp stake is rendered useless by your side.
There’s no time to scream, no time to do anything but hear the rush of blood through your veins as his mouth grows from a smirk to a downright smile, fangs glowing from the reflection of moonlight.
“You made it too easy, kitten,” he purrs, bringing his face closer to yours before dipping his face into your neck. He takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent as he scrapes the tips of his pointed teeth across the sensitive skin of your neck. “And to think you were able to kill Heize. I must do better at training my progeny. Oh well, another slayer to add to the crypt. You didn’t even last two minutes.”
Squirming in his grip, you try to disengage his clenched fists from your arms as his mouth descends to your thrumming artery. You wake with a gasp, hands flying to your neck to check for puncture wounds.
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Down in the gym at the bottom floor of your house—if you can call it that—you push your muscles to their extent, fists flying into the punching bag. You whip around, grabbing the thin bladed stake from the side pocket of your athletic leggings and plunge it into the second bag made for staking.
With a deep breath, you step onto the bag to pull your weapon loose, watching small bits of fluff flutter to the mat beneath you. Wiping the sweat from your brow, you check the time on the clock, noting it’s near lunchtime. Sheathing your weapon, you head up the staircase to sunlight.
On the ground floor, your eyes easily slide past the neoclassical designs along the hallway, high ceilings with blank walls, and columns lining the open floor plan with large arched floor-to-ceiling windows. The protein shake you prepared earlier sits on the top shelf in the fridge, and you grab it along with the jelly to make yourself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You’ve just finished when Soleil Belmont walks into the kitchen, a gentle squeeze to your shoulder as he bypasses you to the fridge.
“Can we talk?” he asks you, but you don’t want to argue with him, not when tonight could be the last time you ever talk to him.
“Sol, I have to do this. You can’t change my mind about this. He sired the vampire that killed my mom and dad. He’s killed countless people for sport, leaving behind orphaned children like me.” You hope the finality in your tone will keep him from prying or asking more questions.
It works.
“I love you. And I won’t try to change your mind. You’re much like your mother, stubborn to the very end.” Your mother’s best friend and your legal guardian until you turned 18 joins you at the table with a bowl of grapes, a look of acceptance in his eyes. “You know, if anything happens to you, I’m selling this house. It’s much too big for me and I’m getting older.”
Your eyes gaze across his features: the greying hair at the edges of his hairline, crow’s feet meeting the creases of his eyes, the weariness in the undereye circles and fine lines. He’s nearing 60, an age you don’t think you’ll live to see. An age your parents never got to be. At 32, you live on your family estate alone, with Soleil in the pool house you had renovated years ago as a Mother-in-Law suite once you turned 21 and gained your inheritance—and learned the truth about your parents’ death.
Just as much as you probably could have lived without ever knowing the truth of your parents’ lives, and their demise, you didn’t need all the space he was trying to give you, but he wanted to allow you the chance to be an adult, have a social life and you assume a sex life without having to hear it. You appreciated it in the moments you brought men back from the bar or campus library, but other times, it was just…lonely.
As a Belmont, Soleil knew about vampires. His family is well known across Europe for their work in Romania slaying creatures of the night, and Soleil’s great-grandparents moved here in the early 1800’s to spread their knowledge to others to continue hunting as the new world grew and vampires spread to the new continent. This is how your families came to be friends and fight alongside each other. Until Heize killed three of the four hunters tasked with taking her out, leaving you and Sol as the only survivors of the Belmont’s and the Blake’s.
“I think you should. I only keep it because it has everything I need to train. I could practice in peace without worrying about people judging me for all of my weapons. Most people think it’s a little weird to have wooden stakes and crossbows when working out.”
Sol chuckles, making a joke about how between the gym being littered with staked bags and the UV lights that line the entire property at night, people would be confused when purchasing, but then the light leeches out of his eyes as he looks you over.
“Remember to keep your wits about you, okay? I never wanted kids because I knew that hunters' lives never end happily, and when I lost…we lost your parents and my fiancee, I wouldn’t have had a reason to keep living if it weren’t for you.”
You decide now is best to give him the ticket and the envelope.
“Sol, I think…I think it’s best for you to go away on a trip. I think I’ll be able to focus better knowing you are out of harm’s way if you leave.” You slide the ticket across the table towards him, the envelope underneath it. “It’s a one-way ticket to Paris and enough money to be comfortable for as long as you want.”
“You don’t think you’ll survive this, do you?” Sol asks, eyes searching yours for clues, but you remain steadfast.
“Don’t worry about me, Sol,” you say and he makes to interrupt you, but you don’t let him, dealing the killing blow. “I’m not your daughter, so you don’t have to stick around anymore. Go live your life. I want you to go and live your life.”
The hurt in Sol’s eyes is visible, but your plan works. His hand reaches out to grasp the ticket, leaving the envelope of money where it’s at.
“I don’t need Blake money; the Belmont’s have enough of their own.” He takes a moment to pause, eyes locking back all emotions as he stands. “I’ll pack and leave town. Don’t be distracted.”
Soleil walks to the hallway, turning back just once. “Goodbye.”
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The past 11 years seem to be coming to a head. You’ve spent all of your time after graduating from college training for today. Ever since you learned the truth of how your parents and Sol’s fiancee died, you’ve been plotting for this moment.
As a member of the famed Blake family, vampire hunting is in your blood. As a child, you obsessed over vampires because of the ability to avoid dying, and as an adult, that obsession helped you with your training. You knew more about vampires than one would expect having been brought into the fold so late, but you put your head down and studied more, learning all you could from previous journals and occult texts to gain insight into the vampires with ties to the one called Min Yoongi.
Several years ago you went out to avenge your parents, trapping Heize in a classic bait-and-switch. You didn’t think it would be so easy since she was estimated to be around 200 years, but she fell for it simply because Soleil was the only one she didn’t kill, and in her blood haze, she underestimated you. A simple ‘accidental’ dropping of a message from Sol that said where to meet, coupled with thoughts that you and Sol made sure to keep in your head to continue the ruse allowed Heize to willingly walk into the decrepit mausoleum that was booby-trapped with the thinnest of steel wiring criss-crossing the doorway several yards inside with you and Sol on the other side.
In her haste to grab Soleil, she blurred—her speed too fast to stop her from splicing herself into pieces and effectively decapitating herself was a pleasure to watch. Grabbing the blow torches stashed in the room, her body quickly lit up with flames licking the marble walls as you made your exit.
It’s been over 5 years since then, and every second since has been spent planning for tonight.
Min Yoongi - Present Day
Laying in the coffin in his home, Yoongi awaits dusk. His body is antsy for the moment the sun is below the horizon; even in his slumber, he knows that you are out there waiting. For him. He’s followed your movements since the death of his fledgling, Heize, watching to see how this novice of a hunter could have overpowered one of his chosen flock. Imagine his surprise when it turns out that it was you—the last remaining survivor of the Blake family who knew nothing of vampires true existence until you were an adult.
But over time, he realized as novice as you were, you were skilled. Your lithe movements and ability to track his kind was a novel experience for him to observe. You took down creatures of the night in preparation for what you expressed to your guardian as training for taking out him. Yoongi laughs to himself.
He admits you’re smart, the plan you laid out is a good one, but you forgot to block your mind from thoughts of the plan several times, which allowed Yoongi to plan his counterattack. In the light of the midday sun, even from outside of his home, he sensed you as you approached and left a note. He could hear your heartbeat, hear the rustle of the paper as you placed it through the mail slot of the front door.
His eyes shot open the moment the sun fell below the horizon. Yoongi hated that he was not yet able to avoid the forced slumber that overtook his kind when the sun rose, nor that he was not averse yet to the fatigue that set in beforehand, warning him of the lack of time remaining to the night. Elder vampires, of which he’s only met two who had lived over a thousand years, were almost immortal. The ability to walk in the sun and thus are not affected by the need to sleep when it rises. Yoongi envies them, but he plans to join them one day.
He flits to the main hallway, hand reaching for the note and taking in your handwriting in seconds.
I know what you are. I want to be one of you. Please meet me tonight and turn me, or I will tell everyone vampires exist.
An address is scrawled at the bottom of the note, but he doesn’t need it. He can follow the heady scent of you to wherever you are. Even in sleep, he sensed when you drew near and his subconscious couldn’t help reading the thoughts that lay in your mind. You truly thought this ruse would work? Hell, it would’ve worked on Heize, or his other fledglings, had they not known who you were. There is fear to be had with mortals knowing of their existence; vulnerability lay in the moments that the sun is out, and a house fire could destroy a whole flock in minutes if their kind is not careful. Yoongi cursed their inability to wake while the sun was out, and now that he knows you know where he resides, he must find a new place to live out his days.
A glance at the old grandfather clock in the hallway shows him that the sun is now well and truly gone, allowing him to slip through the entrance of the home and out onto the sidewalk. He takes a deep breath, searching for your scent through the others that encompass the air around him; the grass along the road, the burnt rubber of tires in traffic, the lingering warmth of the sun before its descent, and then the faint smell of jasmine flowers after a fresh rainfall. You.
Blurring into motion, Yoongi travels several miles towards the city, slowing once other scents begin to emerge. Thin crust pizzas covered in meat and cheese, overflowing trash and body odor, and a desperation that covers the city’s nightlife with a humming buzz. The fading jasmine keeps him moving, though now at a human pace as he approaches what appears to be a dance studio. The sign above the door confirms as much, and he’s not surprised that the glass door is unlocked despite the red and white closed sign hanging at eye-level for passersby.
The floral scent grows tenfold, as if Yoongi has stepped into what he assumes your bedroom would smell like. There is a strange undercurrent that he isn’t used to associating with you, but he assumes it’s just lingering from the studio. As he walks past the lobby area, the shadows of the fake potted plants and the empty chairs intrigue him. Why you chose this place is beyond his comprehension, as a dance studio such as this one, owned by the Blake family—your family—for years, is in the middle of the city and one of the few places not related to the hidden career path of hunting. Unless you count using dance as a way to build agility for fighting those who cannot die, well at least not die easily.
Yoongi’s cockiness as he meanders closer to the hallway towards the various dance rooms leaves him caught off guard when the sound of whirring behind him causes him to move unnaturally before going eerily still. The slightest misstep is only noticed by Yoongi, whose barely beating heart seems to pick up minutely—not that anyone living or dead would be able to tell. He chuckles at your meager attempt to lock him in; a motorized grate lowering across the lobby door and windows.
His strength could easily rip the grate off of its frame, but this little game you’re playing is just too good to walk away from without seeing what you’ve planned with his own eyes. It only pops into his thoughts once he’s walked through the back studio where your scent is the strongest, that the grate lowering was not part of the plans his Mind Gift overheard from you.
So it’s only to his own surprise when the undercurrent rises to an overwhelming level and he realizes what his hubris blocked out. The mirrored room before him is splashed floor to ceiling with blood.
You - Present Day
With the scent of your blood so overwhelming to the centuries-old vampire, you watch from the corner of the room as he drifts towards the mirrors and closer to where you need him to be. Your fingertips itch on the small switchboard you hold, ready for your plan to unfold. He looks almost dazed, eyes unfocused as his fangs poke his bottom lip. He looks so different, from the way the journals make him out to be, in person he’s much more attractive, and you have to really focus to make sure you don’t miss your mark.
When Yoongi enters the area you’ve marked off with tape, you release your hold on the button that allows two things to happen simultaneously: a set of low UV flashbang grenades are set off, the mirrored walls reflecting the blinding light with a cacophony of sounds to drown out any thoughts he might try to detect, and a 4x4 cage made of the thinnest wire springs into place trapping him within its confines.
You watch him through your military-grade glasses, the lenses preventing the bright lights from disorienting you as his brilliant eyes shut against the danger they sense. He is a few centuries old, and you know that despite the direct hit of the UV light, which only lasts for a split second, the slight damage dealt to his skin heals seconds later.
But your aim wasn’t to kill him. He laughs, a loud bellyful that sounds almost joyous until you flip the second switch, which sets the alkali metal aflame. His laugh is silenced almost immediately, a growl rumbling lowly in his throat.
“What game are you playing at, little mortal?” His voice carries an edge, and you shiver with delight. You’re sure that it’s never been this easy to capture a vampire that is several centuries old, but sometimes the best laid plans are the most simple. You step forward from the corner you were in, no longer hidden as the flames light the room and you pull off the tinted lenses.
“I’m not playing any games at all.”
He glares at you, the slits of his eyes glowing an intense amber shade—an enhancement to what you predict were originally beautiful brown eyes—and you bravely take a step closer.
“Then what, praytell, would you call this,” his hand waves gingerly towards the room around him, “smoke and mirrors set up you have me in?”
“I…I want to experience being bitten.”
This time, the vampire does laugh fully, his head thrown back exposing his fangs and the long lines of his neck from his sharp jaw. His milky white collar bones are barely exposed in his black, button-down, long-sleeved shirt.
“No hunter,” he spits the word as if spitting a foul taste from his mouth, “would willingly subject themselves to a bite, to risk becoming that which they hunt.”
“I would.” Your answer rings with sincerity, at least to your own ears, and you hope that the vampire can see the longing in your eyes.
“What reason would I have to give in to this request? The promise that you’ll let me out of here before daylight comes to burn me into ash? That you’ll let me out of this fire prison you’ve created? Do I look like a fool, mortal?”
“I think you’re desperate enough to make sure tonight is not your last night on Earth, and you should know that you hold all of the cards.” You take a deep breath before sharing your deepest secret with the immortal being before you, your voice rushing with a frenzied speed. “I only learned of your existence once I was an adult. Before that, I prayed to whatever gods would listen to find a way to avoid the inevitable—to escape death. You know I grew up without parents, right?”
Yoongi only stared at you, glowing embers following your every move.
“Of course you know. I killed your progeny for their murder once I knew the truth.”
He hissed at you then, fangs extended fully as his eyes deepened with rage. He looked as if he had half a mind to grip the flame-laden cage and come after you, but held back—barely. You wait, quietly assessing him as he reins in his anger, chest no longer rising and falling in unbidden anger.
“That was a death that I deserved, and your anger will not sway how I feel about it. But it also doesn’t change what I am requesting of you. I want you to bite me.”
Min Yoongi - Present Day
Min Yoongi doesn’t believe the predicament he’s currently in. A fool! He curses himself. A damned fool to walk right into the trap you laid out for him.
The flames entrapping his body are low, but still, the heat has him on edge. His search of your mind as you speak shows no pretense, but he remembers how easily you fooled him with your thoughts just earlier today. The scent of your blood sang to him, luring him deeper into the dance studio until his mind couldn’t handle the amount; it overwhelmed him just long enough for you to pounce.
Now that the flames have had time to thrive, the smell of burning metal drowns out the worst of your scent, and he asks you questions to buy himself time to think. But he can’t understand you fully. Your actions and words do not align with what he knows of hunters, of what he knows of you from afar. To hear you earnestly wish for him to bite you, despite knowing how hard you trained to kill his fledgling, contradicts everything he thinks he knows about the prominent hunting families.
And still, your request piques his interest. The calmness of your body belies no deceit, no racing heart or skittered words as you barter with him as if discussing what to have for breakfast with a partner. And he’s studied your body, unbeknownst to you. He’s watched as you brought home men to fuck, heard the way your body reacted to their attempts at pleasure, the way your nervous system changed when you lied about seeing them again. Has smelled your jasmine scent and can’t lie that he’s wanted a taste…if only to then rip your pretty throat out.
He realizes in that moment that you do not know fully and truly what it is you are asking for. There are mysteries yet hidden from the mortal world about vampires, about their bite and the effect it has on the living when not immediately drained.
Yoongi grins, finally deciding to answer your request after long moments of thought.
“I accept your demands, hunter. I shall bite you in exchange for sparing my life.”
You - Present Day
Your heart beats loudly in your ears as you walk away from his gaze to shut the door to the dance studio. You take a few deep breaths before turning around to walk back towards the switchboard, where you activate another switch.
A low hum reminiscent of fluorescent lights quietly fills the quiet of the room, to which Yoongi questions.
“Another precaution?”
You glance at him over your shoulder with a smirk.
“Just my way of making sure that you stick to your end of the bargain. Should you harm me against my will, I have a way to activate those lights lining the room, which are high-powered UV lights, and not just the ones that last for a second.” You look back at the switchboard, finger searching for the one to shut off the fire and disengage the cage. “The only way out of here safely is with my blessing.”
“Afraid of me, hunter?” His query has you pause your movements.
“Afraid of you? No. You’re my best bet at getting what I want.”
Facing the vampire, you maintain eye contact as you grip the hemline of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in as fluid a motion as you can to leave you in just a simple underwire t-shirt bra and your denim jeans—you assume his bite will still be messy, and walking out of here covered in blood seems like a sure way to attract police attention. Again, you see Yoongi take on that supernatural stillness that only creatures of the night can achieve. His eyes are like focused lasers on your body, and you feel a thrill as you reach behind you to release him.
With unnatural speed, he blurs into your space, forcing you back towards the wall—a cold hand on your exposed hip and the other leaving a dent as it braces against the wall by your ear.
“Any of my kind could’ve given you what you wanted. It need not be me,” he murmurs as his nose trails along your jawline seductively. But in the next moment, his fingers tighten into your skin as he growls. “So why strip and offer yourself to me?”
You squirm in his grip, a sense of deja vu taking over as you remember the dream you had a couple of nights ago. “Because,” you gasp out, “you’re the oldest vampire I know in existence. Newer vampires have no control, killing almost immediately.” You arch in an attempt to create space off of the wall—you hate the way you feel trapped. You question whether you should have trusted your instincts about Yoongi.
“Flattery will get you nowhere. Why would a hunter want to be bitten?” His hand leaves the wall to grab your chin. A chill sweeps down your body from the points of contact, sending goosebumps along your exposed skin. His eyes flash a luminous amber. “Tell the truth.”
Your mind feels hazy from his command, almost as if you’ve stepped outside of yourself to watch your mouth open. “I’ve always been fascinated by vampires,” your voice sounds dreamy, a wistful look upon your face, “ever since my parents died. I want to escape that fate, I want to master death.”
A low hum from Yoongi helps break the spell as his eyes ever so carefully appear to peel back the layers until he sees through to the real you. The little girl who cried at her parents funeral and vowed never to meet her maker. You sense when he makes his decision, his eyes growing lighter and his hand tilts your head to the side.
“There is much you do not know, and you know not truly what you ask for.” He inhales a breath he doesn’t need, and his voice changes, a different tone taking over. “But your body reacts—it longs for this, does it not?” he teases. “I can smell your lust, your desire.” He presses his body to yours, firm planes and muscle meeting your softer curves. You feel the closeness of his lips as they graze across yours.
A small whimper escapes your mouth. “Please,” you softly beg so your lips caress.
Yoongi’s tongue slips between your teeth in a kiss of seduction. There is no rush to his movements, only a controlled, steady pace as he meets your tongue with his. You feel his teeth prick your lip as his hand moves to cup the back of your neck, pulling you closer. There’s no sound, except for the hum of the device and your heavy breathing. Yoongi doesn’t need to breathe.
You gasp for air when he trails featherlight kisses along your carotid artery, his hand sliding along your side and over your covered chest and onto your shoulder. Once there, he pushes your bra strap down and removes the fabric covering your breast, freeing it from the holster. His thumb circles the peak of your breast, taught from the friction. He must be enjoying the way he’s building the tension in your body, and you wonder if humans taste better to vampires when they’re aroused.
You don’t get a chance to ask. The insertion of his fangs into your neck is nothing like your dreams. The prickle of pain as they lance open your skin fades almost instantly when you feel the first pull of your blood through your veins and into his mouth.
You gasp, astonished as the euphoric feeling settles over you like a warm blanket and Yoongi’s arms wrap around you as he drinks from you in deep swallows. He’s taken in a few mouthfuls before he pulls away with a shudder that shakes his whole being.
“Divine,” he whispers, blood trailing along the sides of his chin as his hands move to fully free you of your bra, then trail along your curves. The contact is exquisite, the coolness of his hands doing wonders for the flames licking underneath your skin.
“More, touch me more, please,” you sigh, wanting nothing more than the creature who holds you in his arms. The feeling of him seems to burrow under your skin to the very depths of your soul as if he’s leaving a permanent stamp embedded.
His deft fingers cup your breast, causing you to moan with barely any movement. “Not enough!” you whine, uncaring at your petulance. Yoongi chuckles at you.
“Where do you want me to touch you, kitten? How do you want me to touch you? Under your jeans? Gentle or rough? Perhaps you want much more than that?”
You blink coquettishly, nodding yes and begging him to take more of your blood from you. Your hands reach for him, fingertips pulling at the edge of his clothes as if to free him of them. You’re rewarded with his alabaster skin, the light dusting of hair below his navel leading into the very pants your fingers fiddle with the button on.
His tongue laps at your heaving chest, and you watch as he cleans away the blood that ran from the bite he left. His fingers tug at your nipples, and you give up tugging at his pants as the sensation causes your head to fall back in a breathy whine. Your fingers have worked efficiently enough though—his pants fall to the floor and he kicks them aside to join the growing pile of clothes, and you add your jeans next in haste.
Another mewling sound leaves you when his tongue toys with your pert nipple, fangs scraping along the soft contours of your breast as he chases the last of your blood. When you feel your back hit a mirrored wall behind you, you welcome the cooling feel of the glass, though unsure of when you moved. Yoongi’s leg pries apart your thighs, hand dropping to the heat between as he presses against your still-clothed core in search of your clit. When his fingers push your panties aside and he begins to rub slippery circles against you, he chuckles lowly.
“How wet you are, indeed, pet. Yes, I think you want much more than just my bite.”
In your own mind, you agree with his words. You want so much more than just his bite because you want all of him—his bite, his touch, his cock filling you over and over as you crest in shuddering waves of insurmountable pleasure—for all of eternity. His lips drag along your neck as he speaks, leaving small kisses between his sentences. His fingers dance along your slick opening, teasing but never broaching. Not in the ways you want him to fill you.
He hikes up one of your legs so that it rests on his forearm, opening you up to him and at the same time that he plunges his fingers into you, he returns his mouth to your skin, placing a bite in the swell of your breast and drinking deeply. Your body thrums, blood pulsing slower to be in sync with Yoongi’s at every swallow of your life force.
You’ve never felt this way—no one has ever finger fucked you like this, and through the roaring of your blood in your veins, you distantly hear your own voice begging him for more. The heel of his hand makes contact with your clit, and you keen when he holds the position, fingers deep inside you to rub against the spongy patch of nerves as his wrist makes circular movements to stimulate your clit. Your hands work at the buttons along his shirt, pulling with haste and faintly recognizing the ping of the buttons as they ricochet free. Shoving the cloth off his shoulders, you’re exposed to delicate collarbones, a lean torso with blush nipples and a toned chest that tapers into a narrow waist. A small smattering of unruly black hair leads a path down the center into the briefs low on his hips.
You see starbursts behind your eyes as you cum, hard, walls fluttering rapidly around his long fingers. The air in the room is thick with need, desire running so deeply in your veins that you feel lightheaded. All you want is more, more, more. It’s not enough that he bit you, not enough that he brought you to ecstasy with just his fingers. You crave everything he has to give you. As if not of your own volition, you rock against the fingers still inside you, hands reaching to pull Yoongi’s face back towards yours.
Fingers twine with the hair at the nape of his neck, and with reckless abandon, you kiss him hard. The metallic taste of your blood mixes with a taste all his own and you relish the way the two mix into a delightful cocktail on your tongue. His fingers thrust shallowly into you as he slowly makes to remove them from your body. Your hips cant towards him, chasing the feeling until he drops your leg from his arm and you’re left empty and wanting.
The hollowness he’s left you with makes you want to cry, but when you try to pull away from the kiss and complain, he chuckles against your lips. “Hush, kitten, we’re just getting started.”
It seems like an eternity that he’s abandoned your pleasure, but with his supernatural strength, it takes mere seconds for his hands to rip your panties from your body, rid himself of his remaining clothes, bend his knees for access to hook his elbows around the backs of your knees, and lift you up. Your back slams into the glass mirror, and you feel the way it shatters around your body, but you feel no pain. Not when the new position has your core exposed to him and his velvet, steel cock is positioned at your entrance, teasing you with what’s to come.
The view of him between your thighs is amazing. Your eyes trail down his body, showing no shame as you rest them upon his cock, a blushing hue color fueled from your blood now pumping in his body. It’s erect, his lust for you is apparent as he flexes his hips. The tip sinks inside you with help from your first orgasm lubricating his entry, but he doesn’t let it get far before pulling back. He edges you with languid pumps, and you watch in anguish each time he retreats from your warmth. His cock glistens farther up each time he dips inside of you, and the unhinged, sex-craved and cock thirsty being inside you wants him covered in you, the smell of sex so overwhelming that people on the street can smell it.
“Oh, yes, kitten, everyone will know all of the depraved and debaucherous things I’m going to do to you.” He thrusts in with one fluid movement, and you swear you feel him in your chest. The fullness his girth offers splits you open like you’ve never experienced before, while his length reaches deep inside you.
A glance at Yoongi's face as he takes in your naked body proves that he too feels the snug way he fits inside of you, and is also expecting to see the bulge from the tip of his glorious cock pressing against your skin. A flash of disappointment when it doesn’t happen flits across his face, and you realize he was not joking about the depraved things he wants to do to you.
A press of his palm to your lower abdomen has your mouth open in silent pleasure as his hips swirl delectably; the pressure provides the perfect grind of his flexing muscle against every part of you that squeezes him, and the sound as he slips through you just to thrust in again only makes your lust rage more. It’s sinful, everything about the way he’s fucking you roughly is.
Gasping out sensual curses mixed with your name, Yoongi’s eyes flash an intense color, and as if reading your deepest thoughts, he pulls out of you and shifts away from the pane of shattered glass to one still intact. He flips you so that your breasts press to the mirrors. His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls them backward, his feet nudging your own apart. You brace yourself with your hands on the glass, breath leaving a hazy fog with each shuddering exhale of air as you find reprieve from the fire beneath your skin with a pressed cheek to the reflective wall.
“Fuck…me…” you moan out the curse when he seats himself fully inside of you, his pelvis pressed tightly against your ass cheeks as he lets out a low, throaty growl.
“I thought I was,” he replies smartly, but the shake to his voice shows how much restraint he’s showing. You press your ass into him as much as you can, rising onto your toes for leverage. Your eyes stare at his reflection behind you, watching as he curls his body around yours to lick at your earlobe. “I had plans of killing you, dreamt of the way I would torture you before I snapped this pretty little neck of yours, did you know?”
You didn’t know for certain, but you feel like all creatures of the night have the goal of killing humans one way or another, so it doesn’t really bother you. In fact, his words make you clench around him, because the way he’s worded it seems like these are no longer his plans. He confirms as much as his hips rock back and forth in a teasing rhythm that barely sates your needs for him.
“I’ve decided that this pussy is just too good to go to waste, kitten.” His head drops into the crux of your neck, breathing deeply. “Your sweet blood calls to me, and will taste even more decadent when you cum around my cock,” his tongue swipes over your skin before his fangs burrow into you with such an all-consuming lust, you nearly sob with how good it feels. His hips begin a punishing pace as he wraps his arms around you, one hand going to hold your right breast as the other hand drops between your thighs.
The pads of his first two fingertips slip around his thrusting cock, stimulating your weeping core before moving back up to strum along your clit, matching pace with each press inside of you. “You will make such a lovely creature, don’t you think? Cum for me, kitten, and I will make sure of it.” His words trigger a deep need inside you, words that soothe an ache you’ve carried since you were a child.
Your orgasm bursts from you in an earth-shattering explosion, so heady and rippling that you fear you will black out from the strength of it. You barely feel when his teeth sink into you again. He takes a deep pull from your artery, and your high gives him exactly what you think he was searching for. It’s almost shameful the way he moans against your skin as he drinks you in, but you’re so lost to his thrall that it only makes your desire for him deeper.
His thrusts stutter until he is no longer able to hold back, and he fills you as he rips his fangs from you. His head is thrown back as he growls through his ecstasy, and you blink slowly at his reflection, eyes tracing the veins in his neck now running red with your blood trailing from his mouth.
With more restraint than you thought he had left, he turns to you and you feel a fog take over as he asks you a series of questions about getting out of this room safely. You answer them each methodically, as if you have no control over your words.
You feel yourself growing more and more tired, watching every few seconds when your eyes decide to open again from each blink, bleary-eyed as Yoongi dismantles the failsafes you put in place should things go wrong. Your chest aches for him, wanting him closer to you, touching you, drinking from you.
“Soon, 달달한 피.” He kneels before you, dressed once again, hiding his body from you. You hate it. “It’s time for us to go somewhere safe.”
He pulls you into his arms and you preen, if you could purr, your chest would be rumbling in the pleasure of the feel of him. Your head rests on his shoulder and you try to stay awake; some part of you wants to pay attention to where you’re going, but blood loss wins as you sink into a deep slumber.
Yoongi - Several Days Later
Pain.
Your body thrashes with pain as the blood you just consumed spreads throughout your system. The last few days after leaving the ballet studio and entering Yoongi’s…home, for lack of a better word, has been full of the most exquisite satisfaction your body has ever experienced. You told him as much each night since arriving.
He’s reveled in giving into his most debased fantasies, and your body is covered in the proof; bruises littering your skin, chafing around your wrists and ankles, blood staining the rug beneath his feet where he now stands, watching you.
Yoongi hasn’t turned a mortal in almost 200 years—not since he turned the one you killed. You make a better replacement for her in many ways, he thinks. Your beauty, your mind, your 달달한 피, or sweet blood, which he can’t wait to taste once you’re resurrected. And because this is the longest he has gone since bestowing the Dark Gift upon a being, not to mention that he is closer to 400 years than he likes to admit, he is sure you will be powerful beyond belief.
He heals his wrist and glances at the time; he chose to turn you at sunset so he had time to prepare before he needs to rest. The marble walls that surround the underground basement bedroom of Yoongi’s home echo with your sounds of pain, so Yoongi leaves you in the bed as he ventures towards another wing. He knows that when the sun sets again, you shall be ravenous, and he needs the help of his brothers to bring in enough sustenance for when you wake.
His maker, Namjoon, lounges in his study with a beautiful woman straddling his hips. Her skin tone is darker than his, and their coloring makes a beautiful picture of caramel and chocolate swirls. She is draped over him, arms wrapped around Namjoon’s neck as she bucks her hips slowly against him, no doubt riding his cock now for several hours. Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to enter and approach him; he’s used to such displays.
Namjoon licks his lips as he pulls his mouth from her neck, and then smiles up at Yoongi from his couch.
“Well done, enthralling the last of that hunter family. One less family we need to worry about.”
Yoongi focuses on Namjoon’s face, trying to ignore the whimpering moans from the woman getting off in front of him. It’s making his own cock stir, and he’s tempted to join in, but then he wouldn’t have time to gather the blood you need. He indulges for a few moments longer though, watching the way her supple breasts press against Namjoon’s firm chest as she kisses along his neck.
“You can join, brother. Would you like her mouth or her ass?”
Yoongi shakes his head but continues to enjoy watching the beautiful woman as she rides his maker. He’s tented in his jeans, but that’s also a normal occurrence for all of the men living here, since you can always find someone having sex at any moment.
“I wanted to let you know that I will be inviting a few mortals over. I plan to head out with the others and gather a few.”
Glee arises on Namjoon’s face. “You’ve given her your blood, brother? Oh, this is brilliant. Another one to add to our flock! We haven’t had anyone else in years.” He sighs out in content and then murmurs something into the woman’s ear which has her shuddering. He sinks his fangs into her to enjoy her orgasm before turning back to Yoongi.
“I can’t wait to meet your newest fledgling, Yoongi. I must know though…will you be possessive or is she one we all can share?”
Yoongi smiles, his fangs poking into his bottom lip as he grins at his maker over the shoulder of the woman who is now leaning away, head thrown back as she bounces on Namjoon’s cock with a fierceness of someone chasing a fourth or fifth orgasm.
“I think she may be open to sharing, brother, she should awake tomorrow at sunset.”
Yoongi turns away with a chuckle as he heads to find any of the other five of their flock to accompany him to the bar.
You - The Next Sunset
It’s disorienting how clear everything looks to you. You gasp as a hunger you’ve never felt before takes you into its grip and takes over your mind. Lurching out of the bed you’ve been fucked in every which way since arriving, you clutch at your neck. The hunger burns.
“Come here, kitten, I’ve got what you need right here.”
You turn to the voice, and a bright splash of scarlet comes into view. You don’t even think about it, you just bring it to your mouth and drink messily. You latch on and slurp down as much as you can, wanting every last drop to sate the intensity, but the voice tugs you away. You feel anger but then you’re given another warm mouthful of scarlet and indulge gluttonously.
This time, when the voice calls to you, there is no anger, only a need to follow, to go to the voice and await more from it. From him. Yoongi. Your memories flood you all at once, a pulsing thrum as your pussy throbs now that the blood from the drowsy humans is in your veins, and you search for him.
When you find him, you stumble up from your knees away from the bodies and throw yourself into his arms. You realize you’re still naked when he maneuvers your body so that your thighs are on either side of his, bulge from his jeans rubbing your core from the friction. Leaning into you he kisses you languidly, tongue cleaning up some of the mess you left behind before swirling with your tongue to share the taste of the humans in a kiss.
Your hips grind against him, the kiss turning sexual in moments and Yoongi growls in response to your libido, now heightened after death.
“Fuck,” he groans as you unzip his jeans and reverently pull his cock from his boxers, and using a combination of the blood dripping on your chest and your spit, begin to stroke him with firm movements.
Moments later you return to your first position, straddling Yoongi as you sink onto him repeatedly, one hand gripping your ass and the other in your hair, keeping your mouth on his.
‘Just like that, beautiful, he likes when his cock is buried deep inside a pretty girl.’
You gasp as you hear a melodic voice in your head, turning your head behind you to see six men watching you take Yoongi’s cock as his lips trail down your neck and chest.
You cock an eyebrow at the men, all so beautiful, you could cry at their jaw lines and angles, broad shoulders and dilated eyes.
“Yoongi, I didn’t realize you liked an audience,” you tease as you slow your movements and put on a show, pushing Yoongi’s shoulders down to the mattress so that when your chests meet, the view of how well you take him, how well he splits you open as you sink down and envelop him to the hilt, is visible to all of them.
“I like an audience, kitten, and sometimes I like when the audience joins in.” The look he’s giving you as you continue to ride him lets you know the question he’s asking you.
“With this new immortal lust of mine, I think I’d like that too.”
Sealing your decision with a bite to Yoongi’s neck, you take a deep pull as you feel the bed dip with the weight of the others joining you for what you hope will be the height of immortal lust that will last an eternity.
The END
달달한 피 (daldalhan pi)- “sweet blood”
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Make You Wish Chapter Five -- The Conversation
Pairing: Alastor x Reader
Warnings: None that I can think of but please correct me if I am wrong.
Word Count: 1,324
Previous Part: Chapter Four -- Vox
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A/N I promise I will get to the rest of the requests soon, I've just had a lot of people asking for part five of this series.
The shadows released Alastor and Y/n in his old studio. They melted into the ground around them as Y/n smiled brightly, her eyes traversing the familiar space.
"Happy to be back?" Alastor asked, watching her excitment fondly and Y/n nodded.
"I most certainly am. This is the most fun I've had in ages."
"More fun than murder?"
"Fucking with Vox like that? Definitely more fun than murder. That was the funniest thing I've seen in a long time."
"That's why you're lucky to have me around."
"Hey, you're the one who left, not me. You don't need to convince me I like spending time with you. Rather, you are in a need to be proving your care for me I should think."
"Am I, my dear?" Alastor crooned, leaning in slightly with his hands behind his back.
"Yes, you are."
He laughed.
"Well, I will have to get on that."
As Alastor approached the desk, his horns sprouting in shadows from his head, she made her way over to the corner of the space covered in of pillows and blankets. Hitting the pillows, they released a cloud of dust. Y/n shrugged slightly, waving the dust away from her nose before sitting down.
Alastor held his microphone to his mouth, recommencing his recording.
"Lets begin." Alastor announced as he sat down in his chair and began fiddling with the knobs on the table, "I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone, tune on in."
Y/n spotted her old crocheting project she'd started seven years before and smiled. Taking it in her hands, she began to continue her previous work.
"When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run." Alastor continued, his demon form becoming even wilder and sharp at its edges.
"This will be fun." Y/n mused, watching him carefully.
Alastor turned to her, his smile sickeningly wide.
"Yes, it will be."
It was just like the old days. Alastor broadcasted his show while Y/n watched, working on whatever craft project was nearest to keep her hands busy. There was a deep seated comfort rising in her soul, a sense of belonging she hadn't felt in years.
Every once in a while over the course of his show, Alastor would turn his head back towards her. Y/n wasn't sure if he was checking in or making sure she hadn't left. Either way, she didn't care. After about three hours, Alastor at last signed off.
As soon as he hit the button that stopped his broadcast, Y/n placed her crocheting to the side. Getting to her feet, she walked over to him and took a seat on the desk, smiling brightly.
"What did you think, my dear?" Alastor asked, leaning back in his chair as he looked up at her.
"Amazing as always, Al. I swear, your voice was made for the air waves."
Alastor laughed lightly at this comment.
"I missed it. I missed you."
"I found myself missing you too, my dear. I had become so used to your constant presence, it was an odd thing to suddenly be alone."
"You like me!" Y/n teased in a singsong voice and Alastor smiled back at her, "Admit it!"
"Perchance. So, seven years." Alastor sighed.
"Seven years." Y/n confirmed.
"You work for an imp now? Seems an odd turn of events."
Y/n shrugged, turning her head to look out the window at the street far below.
"Blitzo is a friend. He helped me out a lot when you first left."
"So you joined his little team? How sinful, breaking the law and going to the living world to reap souls for paying customers."
Y/n turned back to him.
"I didn't realize you knew that much about what we did."
"I have my sources."
"Husk? Are your sources Husk? He's the only one that knows what it is I do now from the old crowd."
Alastor didn't reply.
"It's for sure Husk. How is he doing?"
"Y/n." Alastor warned, "Answer the question."
She sighed, kicking her legs slightly.
"I mean, nothing we do is technically legal." she admitted, "None of them have human disguises and our way to the human world is a book Blitzo stole from a fucking Goetia."
"You don't say." Alastor mused, "That would happen to have anything to do with this contract you're under."
Y/n's eyes locked with Alastor in silence. They glared sharply at one another in a battle of will. At last, Y/n relented.
"Yeah. It does."
"So, what is it? Why does a member of the Goetia family own your soul. Why is it that you have fallen so far."
"You really aren't gonna let this one go."
Alastor shook his head.
"Blitzo... well he was friends with the guy. Stolas, one of the Goetia princes in charge of the heavens or some shit. It's... Basically, I made a deal that if Stolas stays away from Blitzo and let us use the book, I would give him my soul."
"How altruistic. Though not unexpected from you, I suppose."
"It was only a few months after you left, Al. I couldn't take him on. Hell, you can't even take him on. He's a fucking Goetia. I did... I couldn't think of anything else. I did what I had to do to keep my friend safe."
"And why did he deserve your protection? He dug his grave and instead of lying in it, put you in."
"It's not his fault. Stolas got all weird with stuff and Blitzo was uncomfortable. There's this big threat of him tattling on us he hangs over our heads at all times. I... Blitzo did so much for me, Al. He helped me pick up the pieces of my life when it was clear you weren't coming back. I've become better now, stronger but back then, it was all I could do for him."
Alastor opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Y/n's phone buzzing.
"Sorry, gimme a second."
Alastor eyed the device in irritation as she pulled it from her pocket. Whatever was on the screen dampened her mood even further than their conversation had. She jumped down off the table, hurriedly typing something out on her phone.
"Shit, Al. I have to go, I'm sorry."
"Work?"
"Sorta."
"Ah. Your deal. Why does he not just pull you to him like a normal demon would."
"Well," Y/n began, sliding her phone back into the pocket of her dress, "first off, he's a hellborn not a demon. And second off he has this weird thing about being wanted? Well, not weird. Everyone wants to be wanted just like, he doesn't want to force me to come. At the same time, he knows if he asks for me, I have to. It's... he's complicated, Alastor. It's complicated."
"I could kill him for you. Make it a whole lot less complicated."
Y/n laughed.
"Thanks hun but I don't think even you could manage that one."
"You could make a deal with me, that would most likley cancel it out."
"And have you own my soul? No, I've seen how that pans out for people. I think I'll pass."
"Just a suggestion, my dear."
"Is it? You've been trying to make a deal with me since I first met you, Al. I feel like you shoulda caught the hint by now."
"It was worth a try." he shrugged.
"Uh-huh. Sure. Why is it you want my soul so badly anyways?"
"No reason. No reason at all."
"Yeah. I totally believe that."
Y/n's phone dinged again and she pulled it once more from her pocket. At the sight of the words on the screen she sighed, her brow furrowing in irritation.
"Pushy pushy." she hummed, "Look, I gotta go. I'll be back later."
And with those parting words, Y/n disappeared through the studio's door.
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Next Part -> Chapter Six -- Stolas
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the sweetest sin of all || part 2
aaron hotchner x fem!bau!reader ||
summary: part two! in the midst of investigating a serial killer who chooses victims based on the seven deadly sins, aaron hotchner finds himself entangled in more than just the case (inspired by hozier's song 'too sweet') - read part one here
word count: 2.6k
warnings: obesession, kissing, crossing professional boundaries and general talks of CM violence and murder (nothing graphic):
a/n: hi! in a surprise turn of events my friend requested a sequel. so here she is!
Sunlight bathed the office in warmth, casting long shadows across the room. The brightness of the new day offered a similar newness to what Aaron was feeling in his chest. A glow from within, matching the sky of optimism. How was it that after finally giving into sin he was being rewarded with such virtue?
With newfound clarity, Aaron saw the remaining sins in a new light, no longer as abstract concepts, but as human desires that ran deep within all of us. He thought of envy - the yearning for what someone else had, wrath - the uncontrollable fury born out of injustice, and lust - the overwhelming desire for another. He understood, perhaps for the first time, the power these emotions held, and the destruction they could bring when left unchecked.
He found himself drawn to the memory of lust - the overwhelming desire for another. It was a sin he'd experienced first-hand, a sin that had changed him irrevocably, a wickedness he had no intention of seeking redemption for.
He allowed himself to be drawn to the unholy memory of the night before, eyes falling closed. It felt as though he’d never left the office. The bullpen outside his internal windows began to buzz and hum with the life of his colleagues arriving freshly rested and ready to reface the case.
Surrounded by the remnants of the night, he let out a deep breath, his mind wandering back to the sweet taste of her lips, the feel of her body against his, and the soft whispers of their shared passion still echoing in the room. This was their shared iniquity, their secret temptation, a dance of desire they had surrendered to.
He could still smell the faint hint of her perfume in the air, the lingering scent of her dancing around his office. He was surrounded by the remnants of their night. He sighed deeply, flooding his senses with everything that had transpired over the last 24 hours. There was a watermark ring imprinted on his desk from their shared glass, subtle reminders of their hidden transgression.
His heart hammered in his chest at the thought of her, a sweet symphony of debauchery and his personal surrender. He traced the watermark with his finger, the texture grounding him, reminding him that it wasn't a dream. This was their secret, a clandestine dance only they knew the steps to. The memory of her gentle touch still lingering on his skin, he felt a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
He was pulled from his thoughts by Morgan, his firm knock at the door reminding him that he had work to do and that there was still a killer that he should be focused on. Noticing Hotch’s unusually dreamy expression, Morgan eyed him suspiciously. The ability to read body language was a profiler’s best weapon, and Morgan was looking at him with knives in his gaze.
‘What’s going on?’ His voice was firm but even. Aaron felt like it could lead to an interrogation if he didn’t pull himself together, but with her scent in his head and the memory of her on his lips, it was harder than he would like to admit.
Before a response could leave his lips, his gaze was drawn to the sight of her walking into the bullpen, the memory of their shared secret making his heart race anew. He quickly composed himself, turning back to Morgan with a steely gaze, ready to face the day and with newfound confidence ready to catch the son of a bitch before he could take another sin as victim.
Taking a deep breath, he nodded curtly at Morgan, his voice steady as he said, "Let's get to work." He stood from his desk, posture straight as a soldier. He moved to follow Morgan with surety towards the roundtable where the team had gathered in quiet conversation.
He traced his fingers over the corners of the files in his hands. Each one was a call to action, a reminder of the duty he owed to the victims and their families. Yet, beneath the weight of responsibility, he found a new source of strength - her. Her words echoed in his head, her tone of confidence pushing him with a passion and determination he had never known before.
As he stepped into that circle of familiar faces, he allowed himself one last lingering glance at her - she was as bright as the morning that shone through the window. With a renewed sense of purpose, he began discussing their next steps in the case, her presence and the memory of her certainty; a powerful source of inspiration.
He could feel her gaze on him as he laid out the details of the case. Her eyes traced over his features and he could swear he could feel her touch. The presence of their shared secret added a new layer to the dynamic, a furtive thrill that spurred him on. He could almost feel the anticipation in the room, the team ready to delve into the depths of the details printed in front of them.
A sense of camaraderie filled the room as they all settled into their roles, ready to tackle the challenge that lay ahead. Each member of the team settled into their familiar rhythm which made their team unique. Hotch sat in his chair, eyes glancing over the summary of the crime, he could feel the weight in the room on his shoulders.
He felt wrapped up in more than just the case. He’d settled back into his dominance and role as team leader, but he hadn’t quite shaken the thrill of letting go, and he was excited by the chance to do it again once the case was over. The memory of her touch, the echo of their whispered promises, strengthened his desire to solve the case. Hotch felt an unfamiliar lightness, a secret sweet sense he could hold close to his chest that could drive him to catch the killer.
‘Garcia still hasn't been able to uncover any kind of paper trail linking the victims together.’ Spencer spoke, his voice typically rushed but there was a twinge of frustration, he pushed his hair from his face in a flurry. There was a pause amongst the team, a collective moment of thought.
'Perhaps the Unsub is choosing victims based on personal encounters, not premeditated selections.' She added. Hotch had already been looking at her, but with the sweet sound of her voice, the rest of the team’s eyes followed where his gaze rested. Hotch’s watch flicked away from her for a moment as if scared his colleagues would see the intensity in his eyes. With the attention on her, she continued. 'I know it’s hard but maybe we should focus on potential spontaneous interactions the victims might have had.’
Amid the team's collective returned concentration to the evidence, he couldn't help but steal another glimpse at her. The soft glow of her skin, the vehemence of her gaze as she poured over the case files in front of her - she had looked at him that intensely. He couldn't dwell on it too long or his mind would be flooded with all reminders of their shared connection.
'Let's explore that possibility then,' he said, his voice steady despite the rapid beating of his heart. He could sense they were onto something, a familiar drum in his chest caused by trust.
The morning sunlight seemed to brighten and illuminate the room with a renewed sense of determination. The team worked diligently, diving headfirst into the mire of possibilities and potential leads.
‘We know he’s focusing on the seven deadly sins to guide his mission but perhaps one of them is what he focuses on to find his victims and then he assigns them another.’ JJ mused, looking over some of the victim reports. ‘I mean, look at this, two out of the four had at one time used the same hook-up site, the other two might have used a different form of online dating site.’
‘He’s focusing on lust.’ She stated factually, and Hotch’s ears burned at the tips.
‘How can you tell, honey? The victims are different genders, different physicality's and different races? There’s no distinct type. How can you tell his motive is sexual?’ Morgan quipped, curiosity in his husky tone. Pet name making Hotch’s mouth twitch.
'If all of the victims so far were active on at least one form of online dating site.' She answered, her voice steady. 'And if you consider the sin of lust, it's about a strong sexual desire. Online dating, especially sites used for hook-ups, could be where the Unsub is selecting his victims. Maybe he’s using different aliases’ on different sites, which could be why we haven’t been able to find any similar connections.' Her words hung in the air, a new avenue of investigation opening up before them.
This new lead could be the breakthrough they needed. 'Let's pursue this angle. Everyone, start digging into each victim's online footprint, especially their activities on dating platforms.' Hotch commanded his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of excitement. He stole a second to look at her, her words still echoing in his mind from the night before. He felt a sudden confidence that they would catch the Unsub, just as she had said.
The Unsub's sanity mirrored Aaron’s own, he too was thinking of lust. His eyes remained trained on her once the team were back at their desks working the new angle. But where the Unsub's actions led to destruction, his had led to connection, a bond that invigorated him. He was living within a paradox, sinning in one breath and upholding justice in the next, he wouldn't trade this newfound complexity for anything.
He was drawn from his thoughts by the muffled voices of Spencer and Morgan.
Spencer was gesticulating wildly with his hands, his eyes filled with the spark of new evidence. Morgan, ever the listener, nodded along with a thoughtful expression, calling on the other members of the team to gather around. This was their rhythm, their way of working through the intricacies of the case, they were a well-oiled machine.
‘Guys, the kid’s got something.’ Morgan’s voice was clear across the bullpen, a sense of urgency running through it as the members of the team stood from their respective desks to gather around and listen.
Spencer cleared his throat, all eyes on him as he started unravelling his newfound evidence. His words filled the silence, a new rhythm in their symphony of investigation. The rush of the new lead, another piece of the puzzle.
‘Garcia and I looked over some of the victim’s online accounts and I think we’ve found something.’ He gestured in a typically enthusiastic manner, voice hitching in animation from the breakthrough. Once the team were hooked on his words he continued his explanation.
'While on different sites we found that each victim had a private chat with a user and their IP address can be linked to multiple accounts. Each account had an avatar with hidden messages and symbols related to the seven deadly sins.' His revelation echoed through the room, pushing them one step closer to uncovering the Unsub. ‘We know where he is.’
As Spencer spoke, Aaron didn’t try to hide the glance he shared with her, their eyes meeting for a fleeting moment. She’d been right. Of course, she’d been right.
His gaze was still on her when Morgan's voice echoed through the room, "Then let's bring him in.’ With a tilt of her head, she smiled at Hotch, a true and natural smile that made him feel like he was on fire. It was a smile that declared ‘How could you ever doubt me?’.
The room buzzed with renewed energy as everyone began to mobilize. Garcia worked her magic in the background to send the location and information they needed to their phones. This was it, the moment they had been working towards. The moment they would finally stop the killer before he took any more lives.
***
With the Unsub in custody, the team had headed back to the office, each slowly slipping away for the night, ready for a peaceful night’s rest knowing they had another success under their belt. From the security of his office, Hotch breathed a deep sigh. He was about to file away the closed case file, his back to his office door.
‘I told you.’
Her voice startled him, but it was not an unwelcome feeling. He didn't turn, he didn’t need to. He heard her heels stepping across the floor, heading to where he stood. He let her words wash over him, a sweet affirmation of their shared victory. He closed his eyes, absorbing the moment - the scent of her perfume, her voice, their shared triumph. She placed both hands on his shoulders, pulling on the right slightly so he’d turn to face her.
‘I remember.’ He spoke, low and deep. Lifting a hand to push a strand of hair from her face. She captured his hand in hers before it could fall. A strong and certain
‘Is that all you remember of last night?’ She tilted her head - intertwining her fingers with his - a smirk toying on her lips. He couldn’t think about anything other than how she tasted.
His eyes met hers, a spark igniting deeply within him. His senses were flooded with her. He didn’t think, he simply leaned in, capturing her lips with his.
Releasing the grip on his hand so he could hold her waist she moved her hands from his shoulders she tangled them in his hair, tugging lightly inciting a low moan from his throat. She was pulling him impossibly closer, their bodies sharing the same heat.
He didn't want to stop - to break the connection. But he knew they had to. He pulled back reluctantly, his breath hitching as he looked into her eyes. Darkened with the tension between them. He was lost in her, consumed by a sin that tasted so sweet.
He was a man who had always held onto his composure. But with her, he was willing to let go, a man falling, and he knew he would willingly drown in her.
He wanted her. More than he’d ever wanted anything in his life. He’d do anything to have her. He would repent, he would go to confession every Sunday and live the most virtuous existence.
‘God, save me.’ He whispered, breath fanning across her lips as they remained inches apart. More tangled together than separated.
‘Did you suddenly turn religious, Aaron?’ She giggled, hand tracing down the side of his face, mapping out his strong features. Her intoxicating laugh echoed through the empty office, a sound he wanted to become familiar with. He craved the softness, the sweet taste of her lips again, and again, and again. He’d do anything to hear the symphony of surrender he could find in her.
His response was non-verbal. he simply let his lips find hers again, their bodies pulling each other into a dance as old as the world itself, but as new and thrilling as the first time. He was used to bitter coffee, cold showers and his mind being corrupted with murder. She was new, she was all sunlight and syrupy covering his senses and submerging him in damnation.
He was a man lost, a man found - in her. Her, the sweetest sin, his only redemption. She was a vice that tasted like heaven.
Aaron Hotchner was a sinner, she would be his redemption.
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If you need ideas for the Temptation snapshots, I've got one. It's Scotty's wedding, Daniel's Kitten is a bridesmaid. She looks stunning in a curves complimenting dress. Daniel can't take his eyes off of her but she doesn't have time for him. She's running around, helping everybody with everything till Daniel decides he can't wait anymore and drags her to the bedroom for a quickie only after that they realise that they've fucked in the newlyweds bed
Temptation Snapshot || DR3 {6}
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut
WC: 1.4K
F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven
Snapshots: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six
The Bachelor’s Party/Hen Night
Vegas baby!
That was the caption to the clip of Daniel arriving in Las Vegas for Scotty’s bachelor party - the two Australians 100 percent ready to unleash hell on Sin City with their close-knit group of friends. At just over 2000 kilometres away, you were boarding a private boat with Chloe in Vancouver as her hen night began far more sedately. While the next 24 hours with the bridal party was all about pampering and enjoying the beautiful views out on the water, the groomsmen were making promises to each other that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Come morning light everyone would start making their way to Venice where the big event was going down - for better or for worse. You had a feeling the boys would certainly be feeling worse.
You were utterly relaxed after a massage and a soak in the hot tub on the top deck with the girls, the stars glittering in the night sky. Chloe’s friends were an endless stream of gossip and it was hard to keep up with their exciting lives until your phone started to vibrate on your sunbed.
“Excuse me,” you apologised as you stepped out of the warm water and saw a facetime call coming in from Danny. “Hey, I thought you would be too busy to call?”
“You should come here, kitten,” he slurred as the camera moved erratically and you heard Scotty’s laugh in the background. “Look,” he tried to pan the video around and you guessed he was somewhere on the strip from all the bright lights. “White Chapel! We could get married right now.”
You tilted your head so you could properly see what he was showing you. “You want me to come to Las Vegas and get married at a White Chapel?” you laughed with a shake of your head. “You know my dad would never forgive you if he didn’t get to give me away.”
“I just want you all to myself, as Mrs Ricciardo,” he whined as the camera turned back to his face and a chorus of whipping sounds erupted from the guys around him. “Fuck off! You’re whipped too.”
“So you admit you’re whipped,” Scotty shouted happily and the call was dropped as they started a little scuffle, more like brothers than friends.
“You have that man wrapped around your finger,” Chloe teased when you slipped back into the steaming water.
“Look who's talking,” you said with a wink and grabbed your drink, raising it up to clink it with hers. “You mastered the art first.”
“I suppose I did,” she giggled before toasting with the circle. “To our boys, and their peak golden retriever energy.”
The Wedding Day
“Behave,” you warned Daniel when he tried to corner you in the hotel’s corridor. “I’m a woman on a mission so keep your hands to yourself.”
“You know I can’t help it when my kitten gets all bossy,” he chuckled as he pinned you to the wall with his body. “No one will notice if we slip away for a few minutes.”
“Chloe would, since I’m meant to be getting her shoes.”
Reaching into his breast pocket he pulled out a tiny book similar to what you would get when you bought a raffle. Licking the pad of his thumb he started to flick through the pages before humming and ripping a tab out. “Here,” he said as he tucked it into your cleavage. “That is contractually binding too, I might add.”
You fished the paper out and opened it to see it was a comical voucher for a quickie in the nearest room. “I’m sure my lawyer would agree with you,” you joked as you straightened his lapels. “Where did you even get this?”
“I may or may not have stolen it from Scotty’s presents, but I thought it would have been a waste to go to them. I know him and it would end up in the bin before they even went on their honeymoon. So?” His eyes darted to the door beside you and he wiggled his eyebrows. “You look ridiculously sexy in that dress, kitten, and it is doing all sorts of crazy things to me.”
“Well I would hate to get in trouble with the law, since this is contractually binding…”
His smile grew and he tested the door only to growl when it didn’t open, but the next one was left unlocked. “Better make it quick, baby, I have no idea who this room belongs to.”
The spike of adrenaline made you rush to lift your dress and Daniel’s belt snapped open as he shoved his trouser halfway down his tattooed thighs before pulling you onto his lap at the edge of the bed. Your bodies joined with a harmonious moan and you relished the full feeling when you hadn’t been prepared for him, something that rarely happened.
“Fuck, you feel so good, kitten,” he moaned, his hand reaching for your hair before you grabbed it.
“This took two hours, don’t mess it up.”
“Okay, okay,” he obeyed, settling his hands on your hips and using his strength to guide you up and down his cock. You didn’t have the same issue with his hair, the short curls still left untamed, so you dragged your fingers through them as you bounced on his lap.
“You look tired,” you commented before you lost all ability to think, noticing the dark bags under his brown eyes. “Did you conquer Vegas or did Vegas conquer you?”
A smirk played on his lips and he shook his head. “Sorry, kitten, the boys all made a promise. Scouts honour.”
Your head tilted to the side as you stopped riding him. “Is that how it is now?”
“Don’t stop, baby,” he begged as you started to climb off his lap. “Wait, wait, okay.”
“What happened in Vegas, Daniel?” you asked, neither pulling away nor lowering yourself back down him.
“Nothing like you’re thinking,” he muttered.
“Daniel…”
“I may have gotten a little bit shitfaced,” he admitted and you lifted an eyebrow that made him crumble. His head dropped into your cleavage as he confessed, “I was totally off my tit drunk and so was Scotty, and we may have crashed out on the same bed.”
You slipped back down his cock until you were saddled on his lap again. “That’s not bad, why were you trying to hide it?”
“Those assholes took photos of us cuddling and crying together because we missed out girls now can you please move before I start crying again.”
It was a quick jumble of words barely more than a whisper but you caught them, just, and they caught you off guard. In a split second your head was thrown back with a laugh and you cradled him to your chest.
“Fuck me, keep laughing, kitten,” Daniel moaned. “So fucking tight when you do that.”
It drove Daniel wild and he started bucking his hips as you rode him, hitting deeper with each change in the angle until your eyes screwed shut and your heart hammered. You wanted to kiss him like your life depended on it but the makeup hadn’t been set long enough and you weren’t willing to risk smearing the masterpiece.
“I’m gonna cum, daddy,” you whimpered as heat flushed your skin and you pushed through the ache in your legs from the position. Your orgasm ripped through you like a bolt of lightning.
“Fuck, oh fuck, fuuuuck,” Daniel groaned as your cunt gripped his dick like a vice and he filled you with the thick ropes of his cum. “Shit, kitten, you’re gonna kill me with that pretty pussy of yours,” he commented as you climbed off and rearranged your dress into place.
“I think you just need more self-control,” you teased as you looked around the room and froze. There on the table was the white Jimmy Choo box you had been sent to find, next to a plate of delicate handmade chocolates and a neatly written card dedicated to the newlyweds. “Oh shit.”
Daniel looked up from his belt he had rebuckled and saw you grab the shoes from the box, his eyes taking in everything as he came to the same conclusion. “Oh shit,” he laughed, biting his knuckle as the sound grew. He looked back at the bed and quickly swiped a hand across the blankets to smooth out the indents of his ass. “That bed is getting some action today.”
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Prologue
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Weakened angelic powers and one mishap with a rogue exorcist later, Lucifer is injured. As the looming threat of war with Heaven hangs above his head, and the delay of getting a healing spell from Stolas, Lucifer is forced to make a decision.
New to the Pride Ring, you land yourself a job at I.M.P.-- the Immediate Murder Professionals. Desperate to make some money during a client-low, Blitz agrees to contract out a bodyguard for Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell. The catch? You're the one Blitz picks for the job.
Chatter could be heard in the air, along with the clangs of various cups and plates being set on tables, taken away, and smacked together. People were taking orders up at the front counter, most requests involving various pastries and tea. In the corner sat Lucifer Morningstar, the king of hell. He was drinking out of a small white teacup. Stolas strutted over, taking a seat in the chair across the man in question.
“Your majesty, you look terrible.”
Lucifer gave Stolas a frown, his eyebrows moving together slightly as he processed what the prince had said. “How polite, Stolas.”
Stolas wasn’t particularly wrong. While his hair was perfectly slicked back and his suit a clean shade of whites and reds, the king was slouched over slightly, and his eyebags were a darker shade than usual. Any sinner would assume this was normal– for the most part, it is, as Lucifer’s recluse tendencies cause most of the population to almost never see him– but Stolas knew the unfortunate truth.
“Have you figured anything out yet?” It was barely a week past the last extermination. Protecting his daughter’s hotel had taken a lot of energy out of the devil, leaving him almost powerless besides the rare short-distance portaling. He also felt incredibly tired.
“Unfortunately not, friend.” Stolas pulled out his grimnoir, flipping it open to the oh-so familiar pages about demonic healing and the effects certain weapons will have on them. The pages had notes scribbled in and sticky notes on the edges.
After the events of the extermination, the seven sins had an emergency meeting. Most of them were quick to blame Lucifer for the actions of his daughter, but with a little rationale from Asmodeus, the other sins calmed down and agreed something needs to be prepared for a potential war with Heaven if Lucifer wasn’t able to make peace with the higher-ups. Still being weak, and now tired from the long meetings, Lucifer didn’t have enough energy to teleport back home that night. He had declined a ride from Asmodeus, reassuring the other sin he could walk home just fine.
Stolas pulls out a few tiny lists, scattering them across the table. “We’ve already gone through all the spells in my book.” He clicks his fingers on the table, a nervous habit. “I can request to borrow my sister’s bok, but she won’t be back from Earth for another couple full moons.”
Lucifer leaned back in his chair with a groan, wincing slightly as his shirt rubbed against his back. Things were going fine that night. It was much later in the day, the hookers and drug dealers were all inside bars and partying before they drunkenly stumbled their way home. Lucifer would always refer to this time as the peace time– it was the only time of day it seemed all the death outside stopped. It was the complacency that screwed him over that night. He’s used to having the power to toss any daredevil sinner halfway across the pentagram if they tried anything, and the lack of people out on the streets just reinforced his sense of false safety. He didn’t see the shadowy figure lingering in the alleyway, stalking the king on his walk home.
The king took a sip of his tea.
“Not to butt into your business, your majesty, but perhaps you should acquire some assistance.”
Lucifer promptly spat that tea out.
“What?” he hissed, glancing around the little pastry shop before glaring at Stolas.
“You can’t defend yourself,” His voice was hushed as he leaned across the table. “Some hired help may keep your mind at ease.”
Lucifer had seen the shadowy figure a few moments before they jumped out in front of him. It wasn’t a sinner like he thought. Their body was covered in a golden, almost glittery blood, with a ripped uniform to compliment. They help an angelic spear up to the king’s throat. A snarl was etched on their face.
“That’s a terrible idea, Stolas,” Lucifer retorted, trying to brush the suggestion off as quickly as it came. Charlie was busy dealing with the influx of sinners at her hotel, leaving Lucifer alone as he healed. She felt bad not being able to be there for her dad, but Lucifer had insisted. He didn’t need protection! He’s the king of hell, and he sure as hell can fight for himself.
“Sounds like a one-way ticket to getting stabbed in the back. Again!”
It turned out to be an exorcist threatening the king. The angel backed the man into a wall, monologuing about the pain of having to come down every year, and getting stuck in this hell hole after Lucifer fought back against heaven that day. The exorcist wanted revenge. They swung their sword at the man, but Lucifer was quick, puffing out his wings and flying up. Unfortunately though, the spear had nicked three of them, leaving his flight wobbly and eventually causing him to fall back down on the ground. The angel walked up to his body, holding the weapon up over the king’s crippled body. Just as they were about to slam the blade down, another spear came flying out of the shadows, stabbing the exorcist right in the chest. They flopped down on the ground a few meters away with a loud hiss. Lucifer raised his head up, and barely made out the motion of someone walking away. Someone had saved him.
Stolas gave a slight hoot of entertainment. “You sound as if you plan to hire a sinner.”
Lucifer cocked an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“You could hire an imp.”
The king blinked. An imp? Those small creatures? “No offense, Stolas, but what kind of protection could imps even provide?”
Stolas chuckled. It was like he knew some imp lore that Lucifer wasn’t told about. Stolas glanced at his phone, before abruptly standing up and gathering his belongings.
“Sure they are… small… but some are quite skilled.” Stolas dug through his pocket, pulling out a business card. He slid it across the table to Lucifer.
“And you’ll be able to go to the other rings without any sinner barrier.” The bird clutched his grimnoir to his chest. “I must head out now, Lucifer, but please take this into consideration. Tell them I sent you.”
After watching the Goetic prince leave the building, Lucifer looked down at the card in front of him.
I.M.P. Immediate Murder Professionals.
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𝐈 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬
— Kyojuro Rengoku x Oiran!Reader
SYNOPSIS : Falling in love is a sin that you didn't want to commit but when he is Kyojuro Rengoku, what can you do?
WARNINGS : Historical au, prostitution, Tengen is not married, mention of sex, cursing, open ending, a little angst, 0.6k words.
LOTUS'S NOTE : I was reading a lot of Rengoku smut today and just couldn't stop myself but write this fic. The fic title is from the song 'Seven' by Jeon Jungkook. I'm so bad at writing notes. Reposting this for the seventeenth time and I am not exaggerating (٥↼_↼).
𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
Falling in love was the worst sin you could have committed. Oirans were not allowed to fall in love, in fact they were not allowed to have any kind of feelings. They sell their body and that's their business. Having any kind of emotions other than hunger for money is an inconvenience. But you dared to commit the painful crime. You fell in love, that too with a customer and how could you not?
Between the mass of beautiful women and men, your eyes fell on a pair of blazing ones. He was easy to spot. Where everyone else was having fun, choosing who to disappear with, he looked like a lost soul there. Anyone who takes a look at him could tell that it was his first time and had no prior experience.
However the tall, white haired man beside him seemed to be a pro. How he talked to everyone, his attitude, his confidence was enough proof. The blazing eyes, as if feeling your stare, turned in your direction and fell on your sitting form. The eye contact raised a different kind of emotion in your heart. What is this feeling?
The man beside him followed his eyes' direction and saw you. With an encouraging and proud grin, the white haired man nudged him your way. And that's how it all started. "Kyojuro Rengoku" that's what he introduced himself as, with a smile that can give a competition to the sun.
As the night went deep, you escorted the man to your personal bedroom. Not to be cliche but he was different from the other men you had entertained before. One after another article of clothing came off, exposing yourself to each other.
Even if all you did was, as usual, have sex, his touch didn't make you feel dirty. He looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman to ever exist. His warm and rough hand traced every line on your body with passion while yours marked his back with scratches. His lips colour you in the most alluring colour. In the end you were so dazed that at the end you fell into slumber without any fight.
The next morning you woke up with a clean body, instead of the usual sticky one, tucked safely under the warm duvet. A note filled out with neat cursive words spelling the most beautiful words anyone had ever said. At the end he wrote, 'See you soon, till the goodbye.' beside it was a cartoon-ish drawing of a crow.
You burst out in laughter. Who writes this kind of things to an oiran? He said see you soon. Does that mean he will come again?
From that morning all you could think about was Rengoku. From the loud cheers of children outside to the orange hue of sunset, everything reminded you of him. You had entertained many customers after that day but everytime you unconsciously tried to find the Hashira in them.
He returned two weeks later, this time without that tall friend. The events repeated again. You escorted him to your room, helped each other out of the clothes and got lost in each other. This time, unlike the previous one, you were desperate to feel him against you, for him to make you feel like you are not worthless.
These events repeated again and again, and each time you were more eager to see the flame hashira. His visits were not constant. Sometimes he would come twice a week and sometimes he would disappear for months. Nights that you spent fucking turned into sharing about your days and passionate love making.
Even before you knew it you were in love. In love with the flame hashira. But it was not a luxury that you could afford. You were an oiran, a sex worker, a whore and on the other hand he was a well respected and well loved hashira, everyone's hero.
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Thorns in your mouth
PART 1
PAIRING: Aemond Targaryen x f!reader
WARNINGS: angst, smut, oral sex, a bit of religious kink, a bit of choking
WORD COUNT: 787
Author's note: Widow's blood is poison. This will likely have a third part.
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“Until all the roses turn to black.” you said, but they didn’t have the time to either wither or blacken. A fresh new bouquet of white roses is found on your nightstand any other day following the events above Storm’s End.
His lack of regret is also lack of concern. He doesn’t care about the Gods as much as he doesn’t care about the maid knocking while you are sprawled on the chaise as if lying in your tomb, still but feverish, waiting for another death.
“Answer.” he mumbles, with his mouth full of your cunt.
“My lady?” The young woman calls, but the call of his tongue drains you of every will, except the arching of your back, the drops of sweat on your temples. The swirls of his tongue are soft as a rose on your throbbing flesh, sharp as a thorn as he buries it deep inside. One last time and you're melting in a trickle of blood—of bones.
Your hand knots his hair and pulls at the roots, clawing at your need, raw, a wound split open that leaks and pours into his mouth. His name is a curse and a blessing clashing on your tongue, your fingers keep pulling, grasping silver and leather.
A flash of glinting blue before your eyes and you greet it with a smile, as one upon seeing a star. There’s a sneer twisting his mouth, one that you felt curling your own lips countless of times. That sneer is a glimpse into a mirror, a glimpse at your own desire. Ugly, exactly as desire is.
He thrusts inside you with ease, an act that goes almost unnoticed as breathing, but necessary. You're an extension of his body as he grips your waist and starts rutting with a cruel purpose.
“Do you like taunting the gods, don’t you?” he grins watching the seven pointed star stuck with sweat around your neck.
“I like taunting you.”
He wraps his fingers around the thin silver chain and twists, so hard he’s able to lift your head from the cushion.
“Will you get on your knees after this? Will you ask the Gods forgiveness for your sin?”
“I will ask them to give me more of it. I will beg them to make me sin before it vanishes.”
“What?”
“The smell of you on me.”
It does fade away for a few days. Everything fades away except the wailings of the Queen echoing through the walls.
“It’s not your fault.” you whisper in his mouth “It’s not your fault.”
“You’re lying.” he croaks in your neck, guiding your hips to move slower and slower.
“I know, but you believe me.”
Fingers dig in your skin, willing to break you, to tear his grief to pieces. But in the end, he only says “Yes.”
Everything was slipping from his grasp like water. Helaena, Aegon, his mother. You were the only immutable condition. Stable, firm, stone that does not scratch despite the winds, rains and storms that come against it. And he wanted to carve himself into the woven you were made of.
He asked you to stay one night, and the next, and the one after that.
“My husband will grow suspicious.” You said once, lying next to him, your flesh still entangled in one another.
“You could slip some widow’s blood in his cup.”
“To make myself a widow?”
“To make myself your husband.”
“You are.”
“No. I will be when I will fuck you in the royal gardens and no one will spare us a look. I will be when I can come inside you and see you round with my child.”
That was the last night you spent together.
Despite all the careful measures and lies and deceptions, this thing was just as plain as those white roses, plain as Aemond intended it to be. It only took a careful look. A glimpse at how your eyes would find his and his yours. It only took asking the maid to whom she was bringing those bouquets of white roses. And she did ask, Queen Alicent. She did look.
“This thing must end, Aemond. Immediately. We need her husband’s support, his army. Why are you challenging the Gods? Have they not cursed you enough?”
“I thought the Gods had forsaken me by now.”
“You forsook them the moment you succumbed to sin with a married woman.”
“I can assure you, Mother, she’s more my wife than his.”
“Enough! The Gods may have forsaken you but I did not. And I will not let you forsake your family even further.”
And enough it was.
Roses were left to bloom on their branches. While you, and him, withered and blackened.
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Day of Dominance - Diavolo
~NSFW Alphabet~
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Warning: NSFW content ahead (Whole bunch of this and that)
A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)
👑 Diavolo gets a little too enthusiastic and when you’re grumbling a bit about the ache in your back and hips, the fact that you can’t walk and you’re covered in hickies, he’s apologizing about getting too into it. He’s also the first to be massaging all your aches and pains away, he’ll soothe any of the marks he left and make sure you’re all comfy, cleaned up and had some water or whatever other drink you like. He nuzzles you a lot and likes a little conversation.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners.)
👑 Every part of you - He practically worships you every time you’re intimate, he’ll touch, kiss and caress every inch of you. Carefully watching your every reaction to his touch, Diavolo truly loves every part of you and doesn’t have a singular favourite. He gave you permission to gladly call him greedy for choosing ALL of you as his favourite. (Okay but you notice that he loves grabbing your thighs a lot, coincidence?)
👑 On himself - His wings, mouth, and he’s pretty proud of his physique. He likes how much you like his wings, he notices how your hands always drift there, how you carefully caress his wings with your fingers and admire them. It makes Diavolo happy. His mouth because he really likes kissing you- all of you.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
👑 Diavolo has a preference for cumming inside- he unlocked a breeding kink the first time he came inside you. Now it’s his favourite place and 9/10 times he’ll choose to finish inside of you. Only time he won’t cum inside you, is if he’s choosing to cum in your mouth instead. As for the amount, it's near stupid amounts and there is a lot. Seriously makes you feel ridiculously full.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)
👑 Adores having you under his desk during meetings while he struggles to keep his voice steady and his face straight. Trying to pay attention to the words of the others in the room while not trying to focus on those subtle slurping sounds. While you suck him off, Barbatos keeps his composure impeccable while knowing what's going on. Diavolo knows Barbatos knows... maybe that makes it even hotter for him. The rest of the people in the room are none the wiser to Diavolo having his adorable partner nestled between his thighs and trying to silently choke on his cock. Sometimes Diavolo is cheeky and will intentionally lean forward on his desk, it looks natural enough on the surface, under the table he just tried to signal for them to take more.
E = Experienced (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)
👑 He’s had a few fruitless trysts. Nothing to write home about but enough to make Barbatos shake his head, Diavolo admittedly did it in rebellion and silent protest towards his station but the reality of being that kind of leader didn’t sit well with him and his protest died as easily as it began. So while he does have experience he doesn’t exactly enjoy how he got it, besides those experiences all lacked intimacy and actual feelings for the other. It’s completely different from what Diavolo has experienced with you.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)
👑 Any position Diavolo feels he could breed you in. Something that lets him get close and deep. - Mainly mating press but he’s willing to experiment and find some new favourites so long as you let him.
👑 Doggy - He loves pinning you underneath his body, making sure you can’t run away from him, he’s sweet about it even when you’re all fucked out and complaining about him being too big he’ll sweetly ask you to behave and take it, because he knows you can.
👑 Table top - Well you just so happen to sit with him in his office quite often…and he just so happens to be in dire need of some stress relief, if you, his wonderful partner would be so kind as to lend him a helping hand. If you do agree, he’d have you on his desk so fast, clothes torn and he’s already setting to working on you.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc)
👑 Diavolo is serious- he’s not cracking a lot of jokes and he’s more focused on just feeling good together. He’ll make occasional light hearted comments that keep the mood light but sometimes Diavolo just wants to throw himself into pleasuring you and will become entirely fixated on that like nothing else matters to him, and honestly in that moment nothing else matters. On rare occasion you notice an entirely different side of Diavolo one that’s possessive and domineering.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc)
👑 He’s kept it natural because it’s his personal preference but he has offered to trim or otherwise if you were more comfortable with it. The shade is slightly darker than his hair color and still a pretty shade of red. He has come to you before to ask if he should trim it- best believe he didn’t mean just a regular ol trim he found the cuts that has it shaped into stars and stuff and he asked which you would prefer, you chose the heart.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
👑 50/50 - Diavolo can be intimate, he has been intimate with you and you know he loves you. Sometimes though…you can only describe him as feral and he’s dead set on fucking you stupid and it’s rough, hard and heavy- its strange that you say it’s still romantic, seeing him so desperate for you and even when he’s manhandling you he’s never actually hurt you. A bruise or two though you didn’t mind at the moment because it wasn’t intentional and Diavolo would pamper you afterwards to make up for it.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)
👑 It's an effort for him honestly, and he's ashamed to admit that he’s been caught by Barbatos on more than one occasion. It was awkward, thankfully Barbatos just left and acted like he saw nothing. They never spoke about the incident again. Diavolo does do it on occasion when he has the time and energy for it, honestly though, he’d rather just be with you instead of doing it himself.
K = Kink (One or more of the kinks)
👑 Breeding - Diavolo explains it as one of his more primal urges, he just feels the overwhelming urge to breed you every single time he’s with you. He found it odd since he never had the desire with any of his previous partners, it was just something about you.
👑 Overstimulation - He’s so fascinated by human bodies, or so he claims every time he makes you cum. He wants to see how many times you finish before you’re sobbing saying that you can’t handle anymore. He’s also always trying new ways, his fingers, his tongue- he wants to see if there’s any difference if you cum from something different.
👑 Collaring - You didn’t expect this one, but Diavolo is possessive whenever you’re together. He marks you with his bites, always pulls you back to him if you try to move away and he likes having physical reminders on your body. He doesn’t hold a pact with you so he wants to see something of his on you. It came in the form of a collar he had made in gold, it was intricate and suited your tastes very well. Diavolo truly loves if you wear it for him.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
👑 His room - The safest bet and least chance of being disturbed by anyone, unless Barbatos comes knocking for something. Diavolo does make it known that he’s with you. He gives the butler a rather polite heads up that he’ll be in your company and it would be best if he didn’t disturb.
👑 His office - Since you sit with him so often to give him a little boost for working, sometimes the greatest motivator is promising a little something if he gets his work done before a certain time.
👑 His throne room - Barbatos keeps chasing you two away telling you the cleaning is annoying and the future demon king shouldn’t be using his throne for such things. Diavolo still manages to convince you time and time again.
👑 Anywhere where there are no prying eyes in the moment, not to the point of public places but he’s had you in quite a few places of the palace, including the garden.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)
👑 Your touch, the more intimate touch that you save for when you are in private. You know Diavolo is reserved about being overly affectionate and so there’s some things you can only do when it’s just the two of you. It’s simple things but he finds it so endearing, when you reach up to fix his hair, or rest your hands on his chest when you kiss him. Cradling his face when you smile up at him telling him it’s alright. It’s the intimate affections that make him crave more from you.
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
👑 Anything that makes you uncomfortable or hesitant. Diavolo is always observant of you and he does test your limits, the entire time he’s gauging your reaction to make sure you’re comfortable and fine with what he’s doing. If he senses the smallest trepidation he’s stopping. He doesn’t push your boundaries without your permission, and even then he’s so attentive to make sure you’re comfortable with whatever he’s doing. If you give him the go ahead, telling him it’s fine he’s careful about what he’s doing and checking in on you a lot. You reassure him that if it gets too much you’d use your safe word.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
👑 Enjoys giving and receiving. He’s amazing at it though - you tell him it should be illegal because he does some pretty insane things with his mouth. He loves when you give him compliments for how good it feels. Plus having your hands tugging on his hair while he’s busy only drives him to do it even more. He’ll chuckle when he feels your hands tugging on his hair or even perching on his horns if he’s in demon form.
👑 He likes how it feels when you’re going through the motions with your mouth. He’s too big for your mouth, he knows it, you know it. Diavolo loves watching you rising to the challenge to try a little more each time even when you’re at your utmost limit and he’s sweetly guiding you, encouraging you to slow down and take what is comfortable. He pets your head to encourage you and praise you, he’s vocal about how good it feels.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)
👑 For the most part Diavolo is on the faster and rougher side, he’ll slow down to tease you or allow you a break of sorts. You drive him wild- he means that literally. Something about you just makes him so undeniably ravenous for you and he can’t help but get greedy about it. He’ll grab you, pull you, pin you down and manhandle you in whichever way he wants while claiming your body over and over again. He starts slow for your sake just to get you accustomed before he’s allowing himself to get rougher and harder with you.
Q = Quickie (They opinions on quickies, how often etc)
👑 Diavolo is usually the one begging you for quickies, he’s not shy about asking. He’ll pout and plead, grinding against you so you can feel how hard he is for you and how he’s aching for your attention. He acts like a pleading puppy when trying to get his way and he gets really happy when you agree, it’s so unfair because it makes it hard to deny him. He makes sure you don’t regret saying yes though and he can get a little over excited, it took a while to teach Diavolo to stop completely tearing your clothes every time he wanted a quickie.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc)
👑 He’s curious about everything that catches his attention and he’s constantly asking you to try new things. New toys, new kinks, something. Diavolo does come with the occasional odd request that requires some conversation. He’s eager to explore and try new things and you encourage that too since it keeps things interesting. Plus Diavolo isn’t a fool about the things he wants to try. He'll seriously discuss things with you and find out your thoughts and feelings on the matter.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
👑 He’s a monster…well a demon actually- He lasts way too long, individual rounds and you’re looking at a 1-2 hour session per round and he always wants multiple rounds. You have no other word to describe him other than insatiable. It may have been a little easier if he wasn’t so obsessed with turning you into an utterly overstimulated mess. When you’re so completely ruined, fucked dumb and a babbling mess- he’ll tell you how good you look for him. Because that's how he loves seeing you.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or on themselves?)
👑 He didn’t own any originally, as of late he has quite the extensive collection. Honestly he prefers not using toys when you’re together but he enjoys watching you use them on yourself, he gets that they can make the experience better. Diavolo doesn’t see the need for it because he knows he makes you feel every kind of way without needing the toys. As to why he bought you so many and won’t use any when he’s actually with you is a mystery.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease?)
👑 He’s got his sights set for the end goal more often than not and he only likes teasing for the build up. Unless you were being a total brat and suddenly his free orgasm donor nature because into serial edger and that will last for days- so it’s best just to behave and accept what little teasing he does give you because if you complain about not being teased enough then Diavolo will make you regret it by giving you exactly what you want and an abundance of it.
V = Volume (How loud they are? What sounds they make? Etc)
👑 Growls, grunts, moans, groans, talks - Diavolo has an extensive range (which honestly you love hearing because he’s got such a nice voice) He does get a bit carried away and loud- he’s not subtle about it or trying to hide or suppress his voice. He loves talking to you while your brain is all fried with all the pleasure listening to your cute little sounds when you reply. He has those low chesty growls whenever he’s getting really into it, whenever he’s getting closer they’ll turn into low moans and groans.
W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character?)
👑 He knows Barbatos has caught the two of you so many times and he’s noticed him. But Diavolo didn’t tell you because he didn’t want to kill the mood by revealing the fact that you got caught. It’s so commonplace now that Barbatos doesn’t even get surprised if he walks in on something. Sometimes Diavolo forgets to give him the memo that you’re coming over to visit.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes?)
👑 Human form: Big, thick and very veiny. He’s thick from tip to base and takes quite a bit of patience, lube and prep to actually take Diavolo. He was worried if you’d be able to handle him. This is Diavolo knowing that humans are a lot more fragile and he knows that he’s big, bigger than you that’s for sure so he needed to make sure you could handle it.
👑 Demon form: He didn’t understand the reference when you compared his cock to a dragon dildo. I mean you didn’t really have another way to describe it. The shape, colour, it’s all very similar after all. In addition to the new textures, ridges, and veins - his size gets a bit of an upgrade.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
👑 Moderate sex drive - He yearns for you not only in a sexual way though. Sometimes he just wants to spend time with you and while that may lead to some sexy time he’s not opposed. It’s not the only thing on his mind, and it’s not an overstatement to say that he genuinely gets so busy that he can easily forget his urges if there’s too much work to do.
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)
👑 He’s got a lot of energy in him and doesn’t get all too sleepy afterwards unless he rests and gives the exhaustion time to catch up with him. He gets sleepy then, and honestly he has the best sleep after sex. Maybe it’s the workout, the endorphins or just being close to you but it makes him forget about everything else for a little bit.
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A whole 13 weeks of pure smut with all my AUs? You better buckle up and get some towels, because I go all fuckin' out with this event.
𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺
― BUCKY BARNES ―
֎ Biker!Bucky Barnes — Brotherhood & Bullets
֎ Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes + Bodyguard!Winter Soldier — Staya Volkov
֎ Drifter!Bucky Barnes x Drifter!F!Reader — The Queen & The King
֎ Farmer!Bucky Barnes — Peaches ‘n Cream Ranch
֎ Incubus!Bucky Barnes — Depths of Pleasure
֎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes — Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts
֎ Mafia!Bucky Barnes — His Empire, Her Rules
֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes — The Queen’s Masterpiece
֎ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes — His Girls
֎ Modern!Bucky Barnes — Written in the Stars
֎ Nurse!Bucky Barnes — A Hero
֎ Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes — Progress, Not Perfection
֎ Pirate!Bucky Barnes — Sins of the Seven Seas
֎ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes — Purity
֎ Street Racer!Bucky Barnes — Brooklyn Pride
֎ Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes — Inked Sun
― STUCKY ―
֎ Firemen!Stucky — Built Differently
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A massive thank you to both @sgt-seabass & @smutconnoisseur for taking the mantle of being my beta's for these fics - I wouldn't have gotten it all organised if it wasn't for your help.
Extending this to @buckybarnesevents - the prompts were so perfect, and I had an absolute ball.
𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
— 𝐀 = angst
— 𝐖 = whump
— 𝐈 = sick fic
— 𝐃 = dark
— 𝐃² = dead dove
— 𝐏 = poly
— 𝐊 = kid fic
— 𝐅 = fluff
— 𝐒 = smut
🔥 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭
“What should I wear?”
─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Playing innocent with Bucky never worked ― it didn’t mean you wouldn’t try, not when the payoff was precisely what you craved.
🔥 𝐒𝐢�� 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲
Lingerie
─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier
── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
It was a game you loved to play: targeting their weaknesses to see how fast they’d fracture and snap ― taking you down with them. This time, however, you got much more than you bargained for.
🔥 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Lingerie
─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
The promises that Bucky made to you and you alone, were never broken ― whether they were fulfilled that moment or the next day, no matter what they entailed.
🔥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬
Daddy
─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
A secret was only a secret if your body didn’t betray you. Luckily for you, you just happened to have an Incubus with centuries worth of tricks of the trade practised and perfected to get information out of anybody as a lover ― you didn’t stand a chance.
🔥 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬
Sir
─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Who knew uttering a simple phrase would turn the man that had only ever been gentle and teasing, into a feral beast with only one goal in mind ― to ruin you?
🔥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 ‘𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭
Daddy
─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐀 + 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Bucky always knew, somehow, just what you needed and how you needed it ― and he never failed to deliver, even after a surprise slip-up of your tongue.
🔥 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫
In My Lap
─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier
── 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
A dynamic switch on a night of relaxation gives you an opportunity to reap the rewards of being between your wolves, and with the two of them fighting over control, you knew you were in for a wild ride.
🔥 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞
Bent Over
─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Slow mornings were the best on your farm ― the sounds and smells and sights of the early hours painted a picture for how the day to come would no doubt pan out. It also helped having an insatiable husband, you supposed.
🔥 𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫
Kneeling
─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
It wasn’t a spell you were under, no ― you were under so much deeper than that, and Bucky was the only one that knew how to help you. After all, he promised he would.
🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
In My Lap
─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Bucky being a nurse meant that he knew of many ailments, as well as how to treat or cure them. It was just your luck that he knew exactly how to take care of you, in every way you needed him to.
🔥 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞
Car Sex
─── Drifter!Bucky x Drifter!F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.
🔥 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧
Car Sex
─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Bucky’s touch was like a sniper taking their shot, methodical in practised ease and hitting his target every single time ― it left you breathless, and just as sweet in the aftermath.
🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟
Car Sex
─── Street Racer!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Stress relief came in many forms, and for Bucky? You knew just how to maximise the relief and get his mind entirely off the troubles of his racing career, you just needed to carry out your plan ― subtly, of course.
🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐧
"When I first met you..."
─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier
── 𝐏 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Reminiscing on the days of your first meeting with your wolves wasn’t how you planned to spend your evening ― how intimidating or scary it had been, until you saw a glimpse of what lay beneath. It made a warmth bloom in your chest at how time had developed your connection to them, a connection you hoped would never be severed.
🔥 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞
"When I first met you..."
─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
The day that James Barnes walked through the door to be your patron for the evening, was the day your life changed for good. There was no way that you would go back ― not after finding the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
"When I first met you..."
─── Tattoo Artist!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Shopping in your favourite art store with Bucky brings back the memory of your first encounter, and after so much time has passed, it was with fondness that you looked back on just how starstruck you were in his presence.
🔥 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞
Spread Open
─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader
── 𝐏 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
The heat and tension was undeniable, and you felt it the moment you got the simple text from them. What awaited you, however, was something much more than a simple night of games.
🔥 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 ‘𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐥
Spread Open + Tied Down
─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Bucky’s magic was something that you’d only experienced on a few occasions. Though, his plans this time would leave you begging for it again, and again, and again.
🔥 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝
"How do you want me?"
─── Pirate!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
It was a punishable act to not follow the Captain’s orders, just as much as it was to cross him when his fuse was already so short. Luckily for you, you had the one thing that would calm the brusque fury into a simmering wave.
🔥 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
"Who's this?"
─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Being the Angel on Bucky’s shoulder meant you were the voice of calm, of reason ― it did not mean the most sinful chants would fall from your lips and render both of you speechless. Until the day that it did.
🔥 𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟
My Pet
─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier
── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
To play games with wolves, one had to be cunning and willing to risk everything for the thrill. Gambling on a sense of safety was a foolish thing to do, but it didn’t stop you from trying ― for when you lost a bet, they would collect, no matter what.
🔥 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠
"Who's this?"
─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Barnes Classics Restoration was a hive of activity ― something was always going on within the walls of that garage, and you counted yourself lucky to be amongst it all.
🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤
"How did you meet?"
─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier
── 𝐏 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Parading richness and wealth was the name of the game. But when Bucky spies an old friend in the crowd, things take a turn that you least expected.
🔥 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧
"How did you meet?"
─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
To foster and encourage growth, you had to first begin with a seed ― a start of a new life, the beginnings of a story. It was similar to how you met your husband if only a little unorthodox, but who were you to question a newfound tradition?
🔥 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤
"How did you meet?"
─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Luck and fate often went hand in hand ― it was no different on that very first day that you met Bucky. The moment he walked into your haven was the moment that everything changed. You gained a best friend, and something much, much more.
🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
Somnophilia
─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader
── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
The urge, while powerful and all-consuming most of the time, never burned this hot. It was always temperable, until it wasn’t ― and there was one way to make it better, it was just a good thing that a certain someone was just as much of a trouble maker as you were.
🔥 𝐑𝐮𝐧, 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐤, 𝐑𝐮𝐧
Spanking
─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
To run from the devil was a dangerous game, but to run from the lone wolf was a whole ‘nother feat ― and you were game enough to anger the both of them.
🔥 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭
Somnophilia
─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
There was an unspoken habit of yours that you seemed to continuously exploit at Bucky’s expense ― at least this time, it ended in something that would have you squeezing your thighs together at the very memory.
🔥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧
Massage
─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Few dared to cross such a dangerous man ― not when they would end up on the wrong end of the barrel of Bucky’s gun, but not you. You were the one that toed the line, broke it, and it was just what he needed.
🔥 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧
Bath
─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier
── 𝐏 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Coming down from a high was oftentimes the best moment you would ever share with your wolves, because they knew just how to take care of and pamper their girl.
🔥 𝐀 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Massage
─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Intuition was something that every woman grew to trust, and when it told you that something was wrong with your loveable, charitable idiot, you knew that it was right. You just had to take matters into your own hands and slow the mountain of a man down ― bring him back to earth in the best way you knew how.
🔥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲
Bath
─── Artist!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
There were times when the Queen had to rest her crown, the weight of it too heavy to bear, and your artist knew just how to mend and heal the fibres and sinew of your soul, refreshing your canvas to better tackle another day.
🔥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬
Massage
─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐀 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Bucky’s hands were a marvel. They worked tirelessly to care for those in need and you had seen and experienced it firsthand, for which you were always grateful for ― it was just this once that you needed them, as badly as you needed the air in your lungs.
🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝
Red
─── Personal Trainer!Bucky x F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Bucky had constructed a fairly easy regime and routine for you to follow, and one day, you decided to challenge what he had set.
🔥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬
Yellow
─── Pornstar!Bucky x Innocent!F!Reader
── 𝐀 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
It was a curse, being so new to things Bucky could and would show you, but when it got the better of you, he was there to hold you above the waves ― where you were safe.
🔥 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥
"Who's my ___?"
─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier
── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Bringing the wolves to heel was not an easy task. It was a blessing, however, where one went, the other followed.
🔥 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬
Beefcake
─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader
── 𝐏 + 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
There was an unconventional way that both Steve and Bucky passed the time, and you were about to find out just how mischievous the pair could be.
🔥 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠
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─── Modern!Bucky x Writer!F!Reader
── 𝐅
─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑
Bucky had always been willing to help you with your dreams, and it just so happened that you need to experience something first hand in order to write it effectively ― it was just a shock at how far Bucky was willing to take it.
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Ok but what if striker has a s/o that is the seven deadly sins, gluttony who is curvy maybe both sfw and nsfw? 👀
Oooo- this is an interesting one! Aight bet, firstly though, I will say I’ll mostly base off the Beelzebub lore plus what we know for our reader! Like how most princesses/princes are tall, so Reader is much taller than any other demon they’re still curvy though.
As usual! NSFW under the read more cut!
spoiler warning though for the latest episode, Western Energy!
Striker’s Bee 🐝 | Beelzebub!Reader
Striker never expected to be where he is now, with one of the most powerful demons in Hell. Solely because his hatred towards uppercrust demons, like yourself.
But to him, you managed to prove to him that- there’s an exception to royals on rare occasion.
He still hates royals mostly, even with whatever you say.
But before that, Striker had met you traveling to the Gluttony ring for murderous affairs. Apparently one of his clients wanted a Hellhound dead, one of your home’s bodyguards.
You bore witness to the event on total accident, your first instinct was punish Striker as per usual with events like this.
But you were intrigued, you had heard of an event in the Richest Cup Café where an imp had attempted assassination on a Prince of the Ars Goetia.
Not being a member yourself, you had the freedom to investigate things drama-free.
Striker looked for a way to escape, but your powers prevented him from doing so. The bees of your glutinous hive prevented every nook and cranny escape.
Normally, Striker would fight until his last breathe- but he knew to hold off and wait for an opening instead. He’s may be cantankerous but he’s not idiotic.
He looked up at you, a tall curvy person who was the Prince/Princess/Majesty of Gluttony.
He only listened to you for the sake of getting out of there, until you offered to pay him for information on what’s going on. Because you do love hearing all about drama, who doesn’t? You needed your honey tea after all.
It lead from talking about what happened between Stolas and Stella, to a more normal conversation that lasted longer than you two realized.
You helped him get back to Wrath via conjuring a portal, then waved him off.
You treated him like a person, on equal grounds and didn’t belittle him- it was, strange. Albeit, he’d assume it would be for the sake of business as you did pay him for information.
Which as per usual led to conversations, meaning you two talked and communicated. You’d tried your best to make him feel- equal.
Because he despises being treated as lesser, or like a pet obviously. So don’t pick him up, or belittle him, using names you’d give to a dog he will pitch a fit.
He found himself actually liking you, and usually saying you’re not one of the other royal trash there is.
He’s love language towards you is acts or service, as he internally is ashamed he’s dating a royal. Because of how boastful he was about hating royals.
He probably wants it to be on the DL, not public and that’s good for you.
It’d be a lie to say he didn’t find you attractive, he loves holding your hips (if you shift to a smaller form) sometimes he slides an arm around your waist.
He does it with a smug smile on his face and a slight flick of his tail.
As for in the bedroom, there were complications at first- establishing boundaries were important. As Striker I can see him not liking to be bottomed on often, since he dislikes being out of control.
But he will have some moments where he is,but very few.
He’s always preferred being a dominant, which may seem awkward sometimes however with the height difference.
Y’all find work arounds, even if you have to shift to a lower height to make it less so.
He loves your body, he absolutely does- he loves kissing down your thighs
He likes fucking you rough to see your ass jiggle, it’s pleasing to him.
When you top him, he’s either a power bottom or a brat.
He refuses to get pegged by you, nah, not a day in hell. He’ll let you ride his face and hold your thighs on him.
If he’s gonna die to a royal, it gotta be this way he refuses any other way.
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...ramen before you go? choi Jongho (m)
🍜 pairing ⇢ neighbor!Jongho x (fem) reader
this story is based on true events I have actually experienced. (Cat stuck in sauce can, cat stuck behind appliances) but sadly, no Jongho to the rescue. #saucecat
🍜 synopsis ⇢ you thought things couldn’t get worse after finding a cat in the dumpster behind the liquor store, but now here you were, alone in your new apartment, staring at that damn cat that somehow got stuck behind the washing machine. You needed some strong hands….but the minute you met him, you didn’t want him to leave. Do you want some ramen before you go?
🍜 genre/au ⇢ next-door neighbors au, comedy, smut, fluff
🍜 warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ minors DNI, shower sex, completely unhinged and does not make any sense. this is all over the place and just for fun, so please have a good laugh, comedy to smut, oral sex (female receiving), hair pulling, cream-pie, profanity, jongho is the cat savior, and also a little sleepy and drunk off beer
🍜 word count ⇢ 2.8k words
🍜 taglist ⇢ @jjhmk @yesv01 @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @yukine-smx @y00nzin0 @8tinytings @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @hwaightme @likexaxdaydream @ssaboala @gtr-skyline-lover
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Your life flashed before your eyes.
Well, your cat’s seventh life, that is.
“I swear to god, I’m gonna go fucking insane.” you hissed. “I literally just found you and you already lost seven out of nine lives.”
You stared at your little troublemaker, the cat you found in the alleyway behind your favorite liquor store in the dumpster. Surely enough, he still caused the same amount of trouble since the very first day you found him.
The situation was even worse, especially because you were four glasses in on your red wine. You barely had enough brain power to comprehend this all.
He stared at you, bug-eyed, through the glass that surrounded his little head—an empty spaghetti sauce glass he had found in the trash can. You were in the middle of moving into this apartment. Boxes were all around you, your furniture not even set up yet, but here your cat was, stuck in a sauce can and sitting there like he did nothing.
For fucks sake carrot I don't have time for this.” you groaned, looking around quickly for paper towels. When you realized you didn't even have utensils out, yet alone paper towels, you let out an aggravated noise and waltzed over to your cat. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
You grabbed onto the glass container, gritting your teeth while pulling it gently.
“Meow.”
“Dude, I'm trying to help you, dammit,” you growled, playing tug of war with Carrot. “Now sit still.”
Carrot, in fact, did not sit still. You let go after the first battle, letting out an irritated sigh before trying again.
After an ungodly amount of time, you were finally able to free the dumpster cat, only for him to look like he’s had war flashbacks.
Covered in spaghetti sauce, Carrot looked like he was bathing in blood. You ran a hand through your hair as the little bitch stared at you like he was gonna screech. After a moment of uncertainty, Carrot licked his sauce-covered lips and waltzed away, still drenched in sauce.
“Come back here!” you yelled, but the more you followed him, the faster he went. You ran through your living room, covered with boxes, and down the hall to where your laundry room was. “I will literally break down right now if you get in that washer. Tears and everything. You better feel bad for me.”
Carrot turned around at those words, but then blissfully stared at the open washer. He had a habit of sleeping in it, and it did cross your invasive mind about how it would clean him up without the use of paper towels.
y/n, that would drown him. Shut the fuck up, brain.
“Carrot.” you swallowed your anger, knowing it was just your stress—and maybe the fact that in the last twenty-four hours, he ate your sandwich out of your hand, sat in the sink while the water was running, started hissing at his own reflection, drank out of your glass of alcohol, and got high of catnip and broke a picture frame. He was cute…too cute. You wished you could get away with his antics. “Don't. Touch. The. washer.”
If a cat could smirk, you were certain that’s just what he did. With one swift movement, Carrot leaped into the washer, rolling around in it in sheer happiness.
Oh, to be a cat.
“You know what? Fine! Roll around, do whatever.” you huffed, tossing your hands up in the air while turning around. As you tried to walk away from the devil himself, you heard a boom, a hiss, and a squeal.
When you looked back at the washer, Carrot was no longer in it. He was nowhere in sight, actually.
“Carrot??” you said anxiously, only hearing a terrified meow, causing you to run over to the machine as quickly as you could.
“MEOW.”
You looked over the washing machine to see bright yellow orbs staring back at you as he moved frantically behind the block of metal. You desperately tried to pull the machine back, only to feel like a goddamn weak ass shrimp.
“I’m trying, I’m trying,” you breathed, groaning as you tried to move it. “Now's the time I am regretting quitting the gym.”
Several minutes pass—you were on the ground sweating like a lunatic. Carrot had gone quiet—he wasn't dead, just probably disappointed in your weak attempt to save his eighth life. He was most definitely shaming the hell out of you by now with his little judgy eyes.
As you thought about asking for help, you knew 911 couldn't save you now. Or ever.
So you did what any sane single woman would do after finding out a man lived across the hall.
You zoomed out the door to knock on his door.
He opened it after a moment, his hair a mess and his eyes all sleepy.
Awe fuck, did you wake him up?
Whatever, it's too late now.
“Um, hello?” he yawned, and as he did, you looked down at your watch to check the time. It was eleven at night, how could you totally lose track of time?
Carrot.
“Hey, listen, um,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair as you noticed how good looking he was. “I need help. Are you strong? You look strong.”
He blinked at you, brown eyes picking apart your expression. His lips were pretty, his eyes were pretty, his arms looked….strong. Mmhhhmm. Yummy.
“I guess so.” he nodded, tilting his head at you. “What do you need?”
“You.” you spewed out, and then laughed at yourself. “Dammit, I mean, yes I do need you, but not like in any other way than your strong arms. I mean that would be nice bit uh..fuck, You seem like a very nice man….”
As you trailed off, it was pure silence, other than the war cries of Carrot in the distance.
“I need you to free my cat from his imprisonment.”
“You need me to do what?”
—
“You couldn't move a washer?”
You and the strong gorgeous man stood in the middle of your laundry room, staring at the machine that held carrot captive. Strong man looked so sexy in his tight little t-shirt and sweats—god, you were so touch-deprived. Here you were creating scenarios in your head with a stranger that involved a washing machine…
“Oh, uh.” you gulped. “We can't all be hercules, man.”
He yawed, causing you to look over in his direction. He looked young, maybe younger than you, with blackish brown hair and glossy eyes. His body looked delish, if you could say so yourself. You would pounce on him right then and there if you could.
“All right, let me move it for you.” the minute he pushed up his sleeves, you swallowed your pride. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—
Within a second, he pulled the heavy machine with ease, letting out a sexy grunt that nearly made you moan. The wine was indeed hitting your slut system, for sure. The minute there was enough space for him to reach down to grab the garbage cat, he pulled him out, holding him far away from him after realizing how dirty he was.
“Carrot!! You’re alive!!”
“Yo, why is he covered in…sauce?” he made a face, turning to you with that gorgeous body of his. “And it’s name is carrot?”
“He was born in a dumpster. Old habits die hard.” You said as a matter of fact my. “And he’s orange. Self-explanatory.”
Muscle man laughed, setting the cat down. “I guess that explains it.”
A few moments of silence. You didn’t like the emptiness.
“….Do you think that’s why he loves the washer?” you wondered out loud. “Like, it looks like a mini dumpster. Probably feels like one too when he rolls around like an idiot.”
The cat savior laughed shyly, but his eyes said otherwise.
“You know,” you pondered as he looked at you as if he were going to tear you apart. “I don't know your name.”
“Jongho,” he mumbled, a smile finally reaching his eyes. He still looked so tired, but you were too selfish to let this opportunity go. “And you?”
“y/n.” you smiled, looking him up and down like a crazy person. “I just moved in.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
“Mhm. Watched you fall down the stairs and play it off earlier. I was gonna help, but you seemed like you would have been embarrassed so…” he started to laugh. “Sorry. I should've helped you.”
You smirked. “Well, you made up for it now.”
You stood close, unaware how close you actually were. He smiled down at you while you looked at his lips.
“I should go…” he hummed, eyes narrowed on you.
“Yeah,” you breathed.
He looked at you lustfully for a moment longer, and then broke away from the trance to walk away. You followed him to the door, but right before he could leave, you blurted out the only thing on your mind.
“Would you…like ramen, you know, before you go?”
He was facing away from you, and as you said those words, he stopped in the middle of the doorframe.
“Depends…” he murmured, turning around to face you. His eyes were no longer sleepy, rather they looked murderous. “Are you…the ramen?”
You nodded.
“Mhm.”
He smirked.
“I guess I can eat.”
You crossed the distance, tugging on his arm to pull him to you as you slammed the door behind him. You shoved yourself onto him, pressing his body up against the door, lips colliding at the same time.
His hands ravaged your body, moving from your hair, to your face, to your waist, to your ass. He moaned into your mouth causing you to arch your body into him like a cat.
“Wanna move this into the shower? I need a shower.” you breathed against his lips as he kissed you.
“Mhm.” he moaned against your lips, picking you up with that superhuman strength of his. “Where is it?”
“Last door in the hall.” you slurred, his arms holding onto your back and your legs. He held you like you were a feather, hot damn.
He walked blindly towards the bathroom, bumping into the walls and door knobs aggressively. You gripped the back of his head, kissing him like you knew him forever.
You didn't even know him for ten minutes.
This is a new low, y/n. A new low.
Oh well, hot guy trumps embarrassment.
The minute he found the bathroom, you nearly tumbled into the room as he opened the door. He pressed you up against the wall, tugging at your lip with his teeth like an animal.
You slid off of him to turn on the water, sparing no time to undress him like a mannequin. He stood there, a boyish smile on his face as you pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned body. He was stunning, my god.
“It must be the beer I drank,” he spoke lustfully. “But damn, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Ditto, hercules.” you hummed against his lips as you unbuttoned his jeans, smiling into a kiss. “Now shut the fuck up.”
He undressed. You followed, although he seemed inclined to pull your clothes off himself. He had a goofy smile on his face as he tugged your bra off, making you smile with him.
“So pretty,” he whispered, tugging you back into him with a giggle. You stumbled into the shower, freezing cold water hitting your back and dripping down your head, drenching you from head to toe. You would have cared about the temperature any other time, but you were too focused on sucking this stranger's face. He didn't seem to mind, either.
You tasted the coldness of the water on his lips, your hands running up his bare skin to reach his hair. He moaned into your mouth as he bucked his hips into you, breathing heavily.
“I want you to eat me out.” you moaned as his hands danced at your hips. “That was our deal.”
He smirked, burying his head into your shoulder as the water pounded against you. “You want what?” he pestered, tongue dancing in your mouth as you lost your train of thought. “I didn't hear you.”
You groaned, tossing your head back. “I said I want you to eat me out.”
“Eat what?”
“Me. Out.”
“Me out what?”
You shoved him against the cold tiles of the shower wall, glancing down at that sinister smile of his. “I want you to fuck me with your mouth.”
His hands smoothed your curves, his eyes everywhere on your body. “Alrighty then, no need to get harsh.” he laughed, gaining pleasure from having you repeat those words over and over again. “I heard you the first time.”
He knelt down in the shower, his lips meeting yours immediately. His hands were gripping your thighs, and you couldn't help but admit you liked seeing him, or any man, on their knees for you. His tongue slid through your core, igniting an eternal flame that only he could extinguish. He looked up at you through those long eyelashes of his, and you gripped his head, pulling his hair like your life depended on it.
“Fuck.” you hissed, slamming your head back against the wall. “Don't stop.”
He hummed against you, his hands moving to grab your ass tightly. Every time he moaned it felt like a wave of electricity was flowing through your body—an intoxicating feeling on top of the wine.
He pulled back, even after hearing your command. As he looked up at you from his lowly position, it made you feel like you could rule the world.
“I would like to fuck you, you know, with more than just my mouth.”
You shivered under the coldness of the water—and his touch. “Yes, please. Go right ahead.”
He smirked at your response, standing up and gripping your hips without a word. He then shoved you up against the tiles, positioning himself just right, only to shove himself in like he owned the place. You gasped at his sudden entrance, your walls tightening around his dick.
He pumped into you, holding onto your waist from behind and pressing his other hand against the wall. You moaned as he quickened the pace, and either you were too lost in his trance or the wine added to the feeling, but you were so far gone that you didn't even notice when he picked you up mid stroke, holding you to his body as your back pressed against the wall. He fucked you silly, like he did it a million times before. You couldn't get enough of him, even if you just met him today. He was all you needed.
“Come inside me,” you groaned, your tone serious. His movements slowed at your words, unsure of what to do.
“H-huh?” he continued to pound into you, but he was reaching his high way sooner than he wanted to. “Into you? Are you on the pill?”
“Pfft. yeah. Fuck children,” you shut your mouth, hating yourself for saying that while he was literally inside you. “That sounded bad, jeez. What I’m saying is you can come inside me. Please.”
He laughed at you, but was too focused on finishing that he ignored your craziness. His breaths began to quicken, his hips bucked in shallower movements as he reached his climax. You let out a cry as you felt the warmth of his come coat you from the inside, dripping down your thigh as his head fell onto your shoulder.
Your shaky breaths tangled together, the water slowly feeling colder and colder as you looked at each other.
And then you both laughed.
“I…wow.” Jongho laughed, setting you down slowly so he didn't hurt you.
You quickly reached to turn off the water, not holding back the string of curse words attached to your tongue.
You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “That was fun.”
He smiled at you, leaning in to kiss your lips, once again like he’s done it before. “It’s nice to um…meet you, y/n. I don't think I ever said that yet. It’s not like I met you twenty minutes ago or anything.”
“I’m hoping you’ll keep coming over to rescue my cat…” he mumbled, a knowing smirk on your face. “And to eat some ramen once in a while. A lot in a while, actually.”
“Mhm. Just knock on the door, I’ll be at your service.”
Still in each other’s arms, you were unsure about your future with the cat savior, but yet, this was just enough. It was strange, but enough.
For now, at least.
“So, is now the right time to tell you I’m ready for round two?”
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Two Left Feet
Pairing: Lucifer x GN!Reader (can be read as platonic)
Genre: Fluff
Summary: You just received your invitation for RAD's annual Acquaintance Ball, but there's a problem: you can't dance. So you turn to the eldest Avatar of the Seven Deadly Sins for help.
A/N: I based this fic on the balls from several historical fantasy webcomics I've been reading. This is basically just Luci tutoring the reader how to waltz (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
Also, if you ask me why a ball, I've always imagined the Devildom as a place inspired by the late 19th-early 20th century, sprinkled with 21st-century things :3 (I'm just obsessed with the era)
Anyways, enjoy!! =w=
Warning: NOT PROOFREAD!!! The reader is referred to as MC
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Now Playing: Waltz No. 2 by Dmitri Shostakovich
"Ack! Sorry!"
You winced as you felt Lucifer's foot under yours for the umpteenth time today.
"I told you, just relax."
"Right, right... sorry."
You let out a sigh as you make another turn. The two of you have been practicing waltz for a few days now, yet you still kept on stepping on Lucifer's foot while dancing.
You thought about the moment that started all of this.
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"Lucifer? Are you here?"
You knocked on the door of his office, hoping that he'd be inside. Luckily for you, he was.
"MC? Come in."
Hearing his voice, you pushed the door open. There, you saw Lucifer who sat on his leather desk chair, holding a cup of coffee. His table was full of paper stacked on top of each other, which was typical. Although you've noticed that the pile was larger than it was before.
"Did I disturb you? I can come back later if you want."
The eldest shook his head, placing the cup on the table. "No, I was just in the middle of my break. Is something the matter?"
He beckoned you to sit down on the sofa, which you did.
"Well... I'd like to ask you something about the upcoming Acquaintance Ball," you spoke while looking down at the invitation that you brought with you.
"Ah, right. I take it you've already received your invitation?"
"Yes, I did. The teacher gave them to the class earlier."
Lucifer hummed. "So? What is it that you'd like to ask?"
"Umm..." you fidgeted in your seat. "When the invitation said "ball", does it mean the balls like those in historical fantasy stories?"
"If you mean the balls similar to the ones held at the castle, rest assured. It is nothing like that at all, although I understand the confusion."
You sighed in relief at Lucifer's words. "Thank goodness–"
"Although there will be dancing involved."
You froze. "D-dance? What... kind of dancing?"
There was a small pause before Lucifer answered. "Since it's a social event, I'd say the popular kinds of dances but ballroom dances like waltz may also be included in the program."
Waltz?! You felt your jaw drop which caused Lucifer to raise his eyebrow.
"Umm... That sounds fun, but I think I'll have to pass."
"Unfortunately for you, since you're a part of the exchange program, you must attend the ball," the eldest replies, instantly shooting down your hopes of bailing out.
"May I ask why you wish to not attend after asking me questions about the ball?" he gave you a questioning look as he took his cup for a sip.
His gaze on you made you squirm in your seat.
"...ance."
"I'm sorry, what was that?"
"I can't... dance. I don't know how to dance the waltz," you said, averting your gaze from Lucifer's. You can feel the heat spread to your cheeks as he continues to look at you.
"...The decision to add waltz to the program isn't final yet."
"But still...!" You returned your eyes to the demon, your eyebrows furrowed due to anxiety.
"If you're so worried about the waltz, shall I give you lessons to ease your concerns?"
You look at Lucifer, bewildered at his suggestion.
"You're giving me waltz lessons? But... aren't you like, super busy at the moment because of the ball?"
You watched as Lucifer took another sip from his cup.
"Yes, but apart from the program itself, the preparations are almost complete and will be finished after a few more days. Since the night of the ball is still three weeks away, there will be ample time for you to learn the basics."
You can only blink at what he said.
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.
And that's how you got yourself into your current situation.
"MC, focus!"
You flinched at the sound of Lucifer's voice, making you return your attention to what you were doing. Another apology threatened to spill from your lips.
He was, unsurprisingly, a strict teacher. But despite that, he also was caring in his way. And the strict lessons were quite helpful for you to understand the steps.
"...Shall we take a break?" he asks, looking at you with concern. He probably noticed that you were tired, you thought.
You nodded and went to sit on one of the chairs in the room.
"Here."
You look up to Lucifer holding out a bottle of water to you.
"Thanks."
You take the bottle from his hand and scoot over to give him space to sit on.
......
......
"...Hey, Lucifer?"
You were the first to break the silence.
"What is it?"
"Thanks a lot. You know, for the lessons."
"...You're welcome."
You fiddled with the bottle in your hands. He was a busy man, you were aware of that, yet he still helped you with your small problem.
"I meant it, you know? I'm grateful you're helping me out with my problem, even though your schedule is packed. And you're still helping me out even though I'm a slow learner. I mean, how many times have I stepped on your foot while we're dancing?"
You let out an embarrassed chuckle as you remembered the times you'd stepped on Lucifer's foot while dancing.
"I've taught worse. And you've improved a lot since the first day."
"Really?"
You turned your head in his direction, your eyes scanning the eldest's face for hints of deception. You found none.
"Yes. You've stepped on my feet significantly less than you did in our first lesson."
Oh.
You pouted at the demon's words, making him laugh in amusement. He then gingerly patted your head, ruffling your hair in the process, causing you to pout even more.
"You'll be fine, don't worry."
A gentle smile formed on Lucifer's lips and you can't help but return it as you relished in the comforting warmth of the sight.
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Days passed and tonight was the night of the Acquaintance Ball. You took a deep breath before entering the hall where the ball was held.
"MC, over here!"
You look in the direction where the voice came from. In the corner near the entrance were Luke, Simeon, and Solomon. All of them were wearing their formal attire.
"Wow, you guys look great tonight!" you said when you were near enough for them to hear you.
Luke beamed at the compliment. "Hehe, thanks. You look great in your outfit too!"
"Luke's right. Your outfit suits you well, MC," Simeon added.
"Aww, you guys are going to make me blush. Asmo helped me pick my outfit," you say as you look down to check your outfit.
"Well, Asmodeus did have an eye for these kinds of things. Anyway, I think the program's about to start," Solomon remarked, noticing that people had started to walk toward the center of the hall.
Holding out his hand to you, he spoke, "Shall we get going?"
You replied with a smile as you took his hand and followed the people's direction.
"Welcome, our dear students, to the annual Acquaintance Ball of the Royal Academy of Diavolo! This is a night most special indeed, as tonight, we are joined by our very first exchange students from the Celestial Realm and the Human World! We hope that you will enjoy tonight's ball as we form new bonds and meet new acquaintances! But before that, let us give a round of applause for the Crown Prince and the Student Council's President, His Highness, Lord Diavolo's opening speech."
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Now that the opening ceremony is finished, people began dancing on the dance floor.
You watched as couples pair up and dance to the rhythm of the music.
"May I have this dance?"
An outstretched hand suddenly appeared in front of you. You looked at the person asking you and smiled.
"It's my pleasure, Lord Diavolo."
The demon prince returned the gesture with a smile of his own.
"Please, there's no need for formalities. Just call me like you used to," he says as the two of you walked towards the dance floor.
"I could never in this situation. Besides, I might get an earful if a certain someone overhears me calling the prince casually," you replied with a wry smile, already imagining the lecture you'll get if Lucifer or Mephisto knew you called Diavolo with the nickname you gave him during this formal event.
"Haha, we can't have that, can we?" The prince grinned as he twirled you in time with the music.
"Speaking of which, I've heard that Lucifer taught you how to waltz."
"Oh, yes. He's a wonderful teacher. I still can't believe how he managed to teach someone with two left feet like me how to dance like this at all, especially since he's also busy handling the preparations for this ball."
"Well, it is Lucifer, after all. He always does things perfectly. But it's not only because of him, but also because you're determined to learn." Diavolo smiled once again and bows as the music reaches its end.
You curtsied in return. "Thank you for the wonderful dance and compliment, My Lord."
.
.
.
You got a few more dance requests after that. Some were the brothers, some were your fellow exchange students, while the others were demons eager to make your acquaintance.
By the time you were done, your body was basically screaming for rest. So you politely declined the incoming requests and head to the balcony for some fresh air.
The cool Devildom breeze gently caressed your skin, making your body relax instantly. You took in the serene scenery of the night, watching the twinkling stars of the night sky and the soft lights of the town below merge into one picturesque sight.
"Taking a break?"
You turned to the door where to voice came from. There stood Lucifer, donning his demon form in all of its glory.
"Oh, yes. How about you?"
"Same as you," says the Avatar of Pride as he joined you in the balcony.
The space between you was filled in comfortable silence before Lucifer spoke once again.
"How's your night going for you?"
"It's fun. Tiring, but fun."
"I see. That's good then."
.....
"Hey, Lucifer?"
"Yes?"
"I know I already said my thanks, but I really couldn't have enjoyed this night without your help. Thank you."
"...You're welcome."
The two of you looked at each other and smiled before turning back to watch the night pass by.
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The Fire in the Sin
Chapter 3 - Overture
Word count: 6,733. Read on AO3. Series Masterlist. <- Previous Chapter.
Summary: Takes place slightly before and through the end Episode 1 Season 1 and during the events of the actual extermination day. TW: canon typical violence and language. Alastor is an ass for most of this chapter but you get brief moments where you can see he's still a simp for his wife, he's just having A BAD DAY.
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Series Summary:
In the 1950's, Alastor met the woman he would eventually marry but unfortunately his Radio Demon persona went for her soul rather than her hand. He has to learn what it means to love, and cherish, without possessing and he does. Their relationship is beautiful, strong, unbreakable . . . but he carries a dark secret through their marriage for decades until eventually he has to face the consequences of that secret and leave her, without warning, for seven years. He returns, finding her at the Hazbin Hotel, and has to convince her to forgive him, while being literally bound to secrecy, unable to tell her any of things he now is desperate to explain to her.
(This is a duel timeline fic, timestamps will be a the top of every chapter.)
Chapter 3 - Overture
Present Day
Alastor sat on the balcony of his room, intently watching the road that the lead up to the hotel. He took a sip of his coffee, then checked the time on his pocket watch. This year’s extermination was set to begin in a few minutes and the hotel was short one resident.
Not that he was worried.
Mina had survived several years’ worth of exterminations without him and she was resourceful.
And she certainly knew how to make herself scarce, apparently.
No, he wasn’t concerned exactly but he was definitely agitated.
Likely this was her way of making a point to him about not knowing the whereabouts of one’s spouse during trying times, but he didn’t care for it.
As the residence of a Hellborn, the hotel was a safe haven during exterminations and therefore safe for any of its other permanent residents, including Sinners . . . as long as they stayed away from windows and doorways. Now was not the time to be playing petty games with him. If Mina wanted to continue to be stubbornly cold and distant, she could very well do so in the safety of her own room.
Alastor took another drink, looking every bit on the outside like he hadn’t a care in the world.
He supposed she could have found sanctuary elsewhere.
If his suspicions were correct and she had returned to working for Abaddon, Mina could also still claim her old residence at The Pit. That had been in her previous contract after all; housing, safety, and above all else . . . power.
Alastor sat up and squinted as a figure came into view down the road.
Well, he was almost beginning to hope she wouldn’t show up. It would have been undeniable evidence of what she was up to.
He slipped into shadows and manifested purposefully behind her.
“Playing games now, are we?” he asked, delighting in the way she jumped in her skin, her usually sleek black tail fully fluffed out in agitation that he had managed to startle her.
She huffed at him and continued walking.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure, you don’t,” he said dryly. “It makes perfect sense to be out and about minutes before an extermination day begins.”
“I just needed some fresh air before I have to be cooped up in the hotel all day and night with you.”
“Oh, the horror,” he said with a roll of his eyes.
“If you’re so concerned, then why don’t you go back inside? I don’t need an escort just to walk up the drive.”
“An excellent idea, my love,” he said and linked his arm through hers before she could protest.
They turned to shadow together and appeared a second later in the hotel lobby.
“Look what the cat dragged in!” Angel announced, surprisingly awake and already with a bottle in his hand. “Or what the deer dragged in . . . the deer dragged the cat in- you know what, never mind.” He took another big gulp from his drink.
“Oh thank God, thank God, thank God,” Charlie said, launching herself around Mina in a bear hug. “We were so worried when no one could find you. Thank goodness Alastor got you back in time!”
“I was already coming up the road,” Mina mumbled and shuffled off to sit next to a very inebriated Angel.
“And where were you, exactly?” Vaggie asked with a hand to her hip. “We’ve been looking for you for the last hour.”
“I told you all we needn’t worry,” Alastor chimed in, once again using his shadow form to transport himself across the room and into the seat on the couch next to Mina, sandwiching her between himself and Angel. “Extermination Day makes everyone a bit restless. So she got a bit carried away while out gathering her thoughts? No harm done.”
Mina looked at him with surprise; she clearly hadn’t expected him to defend her. But he wasn’t about to give the impression to the rest of the hotel residents that he didn’t have the situation under control.
A scream sounded in the far distance, just loud enough to make out, but it was enough to make the mood of the room instantly shift.
A second later, the siren began to shout its annual alarm that the extermination had begun. It had just been too late to warn the first victim.
Alastor felt Mina’s weight shift a little closer to his side. His smile widened, knowing she was never as unfazed by these days as she let on. No one was.
“Yeah,” Charlie said, her eyes suddenly sad and focused on the hotel door. “No harm done.”
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Alastor wasn’t the type to verbalize his complaints, but inwardly he had to admit, the day was proving to be particularly shitty.
In fact, his entire first week back had been more trying than he had expected. Playing along with Charlie’s childish and naive fantasies had pushed him far out of his comfort zone and the extermination had her seeming extra determined to give them all a wholesome day.
The only upside was that today was the first time since his return that Mina had gone hours without insulting or pestering him. Before his departure, they had enjoyed decades of marital bliss. All that time had allowed him to forget how difficult he found her when they didn’t see eye to eye on things.
Only this time it was worse because Alastor honestly was left feeling a bit bereft at her treatment of him. Nearly a century ago, she had been smart to keep away from him. He had been after her soul, after all. But this time was different. This time, he had no ulterior motives – not with her at least – he was just desperate to have her by his side once again.
Some of the things she had said to him, especially during the first argument in her room, had well and truly hurt his feelings. And that fucking pissed him off. It was one thing to confess to being in love, he had gotten over his reservations with that ages ago. But even to this day, he didn’t care for how easily Mina could control his emotions. It made him feel weak and distracted where once upon a time he had found strength and comfort in her.
And then to start off the day with her up and going missing the way she had was just the icing on the cake. Mina was keeping her own secrets from him, and the audacity of her hypocrisy had his already short supply of patience running on empty.
However, since the extermination had begun, she had been noticeably warmer towards him. It had begun there on the couch, her willingly leaning into his side for comfort. Then she and Niffty had disappeared into the kitchen for a while and brought back breakfast for everyone; some sort of quiche but in the shape of a cupcake that Niffty had called “egg bites.” He had been skeptical at first but then Mina had presented his own special serving, promising she had made his extra spicy, and they had been incredible.
Charlie then insisted on them all participating in some sort of social game she had called “two truths and a lie” so they could all get to know each other. He had been about to excuse himself when Mina had once again settled herself next to and against him. She had even brought him more coffee, knowing full well that he was perfectly capable of summoning it himself, just so she could make a point of being nice.
So he stayed, deciding that it would be a good opportunity to learn more about the other residents and study them. Plus, Vaggie and Husker both looked hilariously uncomfortable with Charlie’s proposition.
As their host had begun to explain the rules of the game, an explosion had gone off, close and large enough that they had all felt the rumbling beneath their feet. Mina had turned in her seat, eyes glued to the front doors, but her hand had gripped onto his bicep and held fast.
“It’s quite alright, Mina,” he had told her. “We’re safe as houses in here.”
Several smaller explosions followed, along with a resounding chorus of screams, and Charlie’s little game was forgotten as everyone sat around in tense silence.
“Well, that was a real buzzkill,” Angel said once the battle outside seemed to push itself deeper into the city center and farther from the hotel.
“Then why don’t we lift the mood a bit, eh my dear?” Alastor said, smiling pointedly at Mina.
She met his gaze but seemed uncertain.
“I don’t know, it’s been a while . . . and I don’t usually do it to make people happy.”
“Nonsense! I’ve seen you command an entire crowd into a jolly good time, you would do perfectly well just giving them a slight suggestion of a more peaceful time.”
“Whattya talking about?” Angel looked confused but he was the only one. It seemed everyone else was already clued into Mina’s ability and were considering the idea.
“You didn’t think the Radio Demon’s own wife was powerless, did you?” Alastor asked, materializing a grand piano with a snap of his fingers. “They don’t call her The Siren for no reason, my friend. She can command your emotions and desires with a simple melody. Her real talent is making a person kill themselves at the sound of her voice but of course she wouldn’t do any of that here.”
“He ain’t kidding, either. Seen her get a dozen demons to turn their guns on themselves and blow their brains out,” Husker said and then chuckled. “Gotta admit, it was pretty a good night.”
“Yeah, sounds super fun. Just the kind of thing we need today,” Vaggie deadpanned.
“Vaggie,” Charlie said, “Alastor said it wouldn’t be like that. Plus, I trust Mina. She would never do anything to hurt us.”
“You wont regret it,” Alastor said, appearing at Charlie’s side and holding her by the shoulders. “It’ll be more soothing than the smoothest whiskey Hell has to offer. Calm your nerves in no time at all. Mina?” He said her name with a suggestive gesture towards the piano, inviting her to begin.
“If you insist,” Mina said and took her seat, “Did you have anything in mind?”
“You’re the professional,” Alastor said but Charlie clapped her hands.
“Oooh, ooh, I hope you know this one, it’s a bit after your time but-“ and she bent over and whispered something into Mina’s ear.
Mina feigned offence. “I’m hurt you would assume otherwise. Not all of us are stuck in the past,” she said, giving Alastor a teasing look.
She began playing and the soft, happy melody filled the room. It wasn’t one Alastor recognized but he had to admit, it wasn’t awful. Mina was a talented pianist, and it was rare that she chose a tune when he prompted her for one that he didn’t like.
Then she began to sing and the magic really took shape.
“I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what it’s like to be new . . .”
The first time he had heard her sing, Alastor had been convinced she was working a spell on him. Her voice was truly the most enticing he had ever heard. There had been plenty of female musicians he had respected and admired in life and in Hell but never had one made him feel the way she had. But that was just her sheer talent.
When she sang and brought her magic into it, the difference was obvious. There was no longer any individual thought of his own solidifying in his mind, nothing left of himself but whatever her siren voice commanded. It was the difference between infatuation and someone taking complete and utter control over your faculties.
Nothing would unsettle and bother him more if it was anyone else doing this to him. But Mina had never used her power over him without his consent and he had quickly learned to admit, it was the most affective drug to settle one’s nerves. And with his own power being far greater than hers, he knew he could withstand a mental attack if he ever truly fought against it. Vox had given him the opportunity to test that theory ages ago, and the rival Overlord had far stronger powers of hypnosis than his wife.
The song ended and the spell lifted but the sense of tranquility still lingered in the room’s atmosphere. All of the guests, even Niffty, looked completely blissed out.
“Jesus toots, I feel like I need a cigarette after that,” Angel said, his head lulled onto the back of the couch, and each of his six limbs limp at his sides.
Mina stood up from the piano and bit her lip as she looked around.
“Maybe I went a little too hard on them.”
“Au contraire, ma chér,” Alastor said, putting an arm around her waist, “I think it was just right.”
Indeed, the following few hours had passed nicely, allowing him to enjoy Mina’s good mood while it lasted and tolerate each and every one of Charlie’s silly forms of entertainment.
Eventually, though, due to the limited nature of her powers of hypnosis, the charm had worn off and when it did, he was more aggravated than ever. The occasional sounds of turmoil outside were the least of his problems compared to the personal Hell he was finding himself in within the walls of the hotel.
Mina’s social battery had worn out long before his and she had retreated to her room. He sent his shadow in to check on her every now and then, but found she was being sincere, rather than trying to sneak off again. She was tucked under the covers of her bed with a novel in her hand, only slightly changing positions every time he spied on her.
He should be relieved, but it just bothered him more that she felt she could simply excuse herself to do something as selfish as read while he was left playing the extroverted hotel manager. The least she could do was play another song to keep the rest of the staff more subdued. A song an hour was not that much to ask of her on a day like today, and yet she had retreated from everyone like a senseless wallflower.
Charlie was on the verge of hysteria, Vaggie and Husk were taking turns on who could be the most Negative Nancy, and Angel wouldn’t stop making leud inuendoes at everyone’s expense. Truly, by the time dusk had settled, the only person Alastor wasn’t ready to kill if it meant five minutes of peace and quiet was Niffty.
He decided enough was enough and as soon as the opportunity came where no one was paying attention to him, he slipped into his shadow form and left for his radio tower. If he couldn’t leave the hotel, at least he could get some work done.
___
Mina crawled out from her covers and went to her bedroom window, peering out over the city below.
The extermination was still going strong, more than 12 hours in. She let the curtain fall in disgust.
She knew she shouldn’t have excused herself when she had, but she was so mentally exhausted she just couldn’t take it anymore. It had gotten to the point where it was impossible for her to focus on anything, so she had left. When she became overwhelmed in social settings, she got pissy. And she was really trying to make an effort to not be pissy with Alastor, at least on this particular day.
Mina sighed, knowing she should probably return the favor of checking in on him. Although she had pretended not to notice, she was aware every time his shadow slunk into her room to make sure she was alright.
Either that, or he was making sure she was staying put. Her fault for getting home stupidly late this morning, once again on a job up on Earth she thought she could take care of overnight. But really, whatever Alastor suspected, did he really think she was going to leave the hotel while the extermination was still happening?
She headed out to find him and quickly found the other residents still gathered in the lobby, though it was evident Alastor wasn’t among them. Niffty hadn’t seen him either, so in preparation of finding him holed up in his own room, she grabbed him a glass of rye from the bar as a peace offering. But his room was very much empty and that left her one last logical place to look; the new radio tower he had added to the hotel. Mina left the glass on a table in the room and left.
He hadn’t invited her up there yet, so she had avoided going up there on principle but if he was really there tonight, she had to make sure he was okay.
After giving a soft knock on the door to announce her presence, Mina stepped into the room and stared in stunned silence at what she saw.
Alastor was using a laptop.
His jacket and monocle were off and his hair was pulled back into a tight knot in the back, meaning he was fulling engaged in his task and incredibly over stimulated by it. The state of his disarray meant he would be in an extra irate mood, but she had always found the distressed look on him incredibly attractive. When he let his guard down it was for her eyes, and her eyes alone, and it showed his level of trust in her. Plus, it was just plain hot.
But the shock of seeing him using such modern technology was more than enough to distract her from her lustful thoughts.
“Alastor?”
“Hmmm,” he responded, not bothering to look up from his task.
“Just making sure it’s actually you.”
“Very funny.”
He wasn’t telling her to get out, so she slowly approached him, noticing an image of the hotel on the screen of the laptop. His hand hovered over the keyboard rather than touching it and the green glow of his magic ebbed and flowed as the image shifted around.
“What are you doing up here?”
“I’m . . . fuck,” he hissed through his strained smile and pinned his ears back. The laptop screen flickered to black for a second and when it came back on, the program he had been trying to use had clearly crashed. “I’m working on something. Someone around this Hell forsaken place should be.”
Mina put a hand on his shoulder and he tensed beneath her fingers but didn’t shrug her off.
“Can you do whatever this is downstairs? I don’t like you up here, it’s not safe right now.”
“I’m fine,” he said and this time he did push her hand off.
Mina crossed her arms and looked down at him, her tail swishing in agitation behind her.
“Al, please. You can have as much solitary confinement as you want in your room, to do whatever this is, where an angel is far less likely to break through the glass and exterminate you.”
“No one but you is annoying enough to bother me up here,” he mumbled, still not turning to look at her.
“Oh, I’m annoying now?”
“Yes, terribly so.”
“Well better annoying than dead! Not even the great Radio Demon is immune to an exterminator’s blade so you get your arrogant, narcissistic, egotistical ass downstairs unless you plan on disappearing for good this time.”
Alastor slammed the laptop shut and Mina was shocked it didn’t break in half from the force. He stood and as she blinked, he was back in his normal attire; jacket perfectly in place and hair down, though it was more frazzled than usual.
“And would that make you happy, my dear?” He sneered; eyes turned to dials as his temper began to take over. “I may be all those things and more but you have been nothing less than a cold, stubborn, secretive, hypocritic little shrew since I’ve returned.”
She glared back up at him, a solid head taller than her even if he hadn’t quite begun to morph into his full demon form.
“Sit down,” she said.
He tilted his head. “Pardon?”
“Sit,” she repeated, pointing a claw at his chair. Then after a beat she added, “Please.”
He complied and returned to his normal visage, though the upper half of his face was still stuck in a deep scowl.
Without invitation, Mina set herself in his lap and kissed him.
Alastor went rigid at first but as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself tighter against him, she felt him relax beneath her.
He began to kiss her back in earnest and she felt his hands tighten around her waist, his claws digging into the flesh of her upper thighs.
It was the first real moment of intimacy between them besides the quick kiss he had given her on the first night of his return. She parted her lips and he responded well, and as his tongue met hers she felt the vibration of a purr beginning in the back of her throat. It was undeniable at this moment how much she had missed him and how starved for his affection she was, and it caused her near physical pain to pull away when she did.
“Let me be absolutely clear,” she panted, still holding onto the sides of his face “I am still very upset. It’s taking all of my self-control not to lash out at any given second with you. But I’m also still madly, desperately in love with you, and am not about to lose you all over again. So please,” she pressed a kiss to his forehead, “get your precious, infuriating tail downstairs where I can remain angry without also having to worry for you.”
Alastor’s smile dropped into a thin line and for a moment he looked so sad. It was such a foreign expression on his face that Mina almost didn’t recognize it for what it was and then in a moment, it was gone, replaced by the wide, sharp-toothed smile she was used to.
She could tell he was trying to come up with another stinging remark, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, a bright flash of yellow light lit up the room. He turned his gaze to peer at something behind her and Mina stood and turned as well, looking out the large window at the destruction happening outside.
A horde of angels had come within a few hundred yards of the hotel and one of them was armed with some sort of light-wielding weapon and using it on a fleeing group of Sinners. Several angels broke free from their arial assault and descended on what was left of the scattering crowd, their spears glinting in the dim light, even at this distance.
How was this not blasphemous? Angelic beings straight from Heaven getting to kill in the name of their cause while she had been sent to Hell for simply doing what she had to do to survive. And what of it if she had enjoyed it? These angels were doing far worse than she ever had while she was alive, and they clearly had as much lust for violence as she did.
“Darling,” Alastor said, standing up from behind her, “I believe we were in the middle of something.”
“I know, it’s just,” Mina said, eyes still glued to the scene of carnage below them, “I hate them. So much. I just-“
Another flash of light from whatever that horrible weapon was and Mina felt Alastor grab her arm.
“Time to go,” he said and felt the familiar light weight feeling of his shadow before she was being pulled down.
They were back in his room in an instant but he was no longer beside her. Rather, she was left standing in the middle of the normal portion of the room while he had materialized a full work bench and seat in his bayou, his focus already seemingly back on his work.
Mina knew it was just an act. He was just as affected as she was, he was just better at shutting it out, but she still hated him for it in that moment. How could he keep going like this, just pretending he wasn’t in just as much pain and turmoil as she was? She wanted to scream at him, claw at him, make him beg to take her back, make him show her that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.
And why couldn’t she set her own pride aside for one night? She should go to him, tell him that none of it mattered, that she forgave him as long as he was still hers, and continue on with the kiss she had given him up in his tower. He could take her and fuck her right there on the floor of his room and it would be like none of the pain of tonight or the last seven years had ever happened.
But that wouldn’t be like either of them.
Intimacy was a struggle with Alastor. He always had to be in the exact right state of mind for it to be of interest to him. Only then would he let his guard down. Only then, could he be soft and sweet with her. And as much as her body ached for that side of him, Mina’s heart was still too bruised to give him what he would need in order to fulfill both of their desires. She could do it; the moment they had shared a minute ago had proved he was still susceptible to her advances, but it would mean letting him believe she trusted him again. And that was the crux of their situation. He demanded trust from her when, right now, she had almost none to give.
With regret, Mina grabbed the whisky glass she had left on the dresser before and walked towards him, setting it beside him without a word.
As she turned away, she saw from the corner of her eye his confused glance at the glass.
“Mina,” he said her name with the same trace of regret she felt but rather than give in, she simply walked out the door and let it shut behind her.
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The morning came and with it, the end of the extermination. It had raged well into the evening hours, but it had given Alastor the opportunity he needed to complete his task. As deplorable as he found working with this kind of technology, it needed to be done to set the next part of his plan in motion, and it was a welcome distraction from his personal problems.
He couldn’t be wrapped up in his exasperation with having to make this blasted commercial and succumb to his turmoil over the state of his marriage. He simply didn’t have the emotional capacity for all of that at once. So, he had chosen one over the other and figured he would deal with the consequences in the morning.
Thankfully, Mina had seemed to resign herself to at least being cordial in front of the other residents. If she was still smarting from his abrupt dismissal of her advances the night before, she was being classy enough to act as if all was well when they had an audience. Perhaps today would be a better day, after all.
She had easily agreed to join the others in the lobby for his presentation and as the commercial began, it quickly became evident she was the only one who appeared entertained by his efforts.
Could she tell he had purposefully done an awful job? He couldn’t be certain, but she was failing to totally suppress a grin and as she made eye contact with him, there was a kind of familiar knowing in her look.
That shared glance between them meant more to him than the rather passionate kiss she had given him the night before.
As the commercial ended, so did their moment, and he focused his attention back to where it needed to be.
“So, what do you think?” he asked, acting for all the world as if he expected Charlie and Vaggie to be pleased, which of course they weren’t.
“I’m sorry, what the fuck was that?” the loud little one began, followed by Charlie’s pathetic attempt to smooth things over. If she was really going to rule Hell and be the powerful force he would eventually need her to be, she really needed to work on her authoritative tone.
“Bad, the word you’re looking for is bad,” Vaggie interrupted.
“Funny, I was going for hilarious.”
Mina failed to stifle a chuckle and Vaggie turned her head to glare at her. “It’s not hilarious.”
Mina just raised an eyebrow at her.
“Ugh, of course you’re on his side,” Vaggie huffed and turned her frustration back on Alastor. “It didn’t even explain anything about how we’re trying to save demons from extermination, which is the whole fucking point.”
Charlie started up again and the three of them went back and forth for a minute, Alastor purposefully riling Vaggie up until she was on her feet on the couch, trying to add height to her indignation.
“You been here a week and you – both of you,” she exclaimed, pointing dramatically at Alastor and then Mina, “are supposed to be helping, and instead you’re mocking us.”
“Oh don’t drag me into this,” Mina said, crossing her arms, “I got Charlie that spot on the news and that would have been plenty helpful if she had done a decent job of it.”
“And you don’t think we find it suspicious that the news spot you got her is what supposedly got Alastor’s attention, huh? After you made such a big deal about looking for him?” Vaggie countered.
Alastor’s smile grew as he watched the tension between the women in the room grow even more.
Mina’s ears pinned themselves out to the side as she eyed the petite demon up and down.
“You don’t want to go there with me, love. Trust me.”
“You want me to trust you?!” Vaggie exclaimed, “Then get him to fix that disaster of a commercial because no one is going to want to come to a place that a powerful Overlord like him thinks is a waste of time.”
Vaggie sat back down and Alastor was just considering if the time had come to make his move when Angel raised a hand.
“What?!” Vaggie snapped.
“If in ya filming a commercial, can I suggest you take advantage of the talented celebrity you got right here?”
“Angel, you’re a porn star,” Vaggie said unimpressed and as they bantered, Alastor slithered his shadow form across the room to reappear closer to the cause of further discourse, just in time for Angel to predictably suggest that he make a sex tape with him.
“Aha! Never going to happen.”
“Will you stop hitting on my husband?” Mina said, all traces of her previous good mood gone as Vaggie and Angel unintentionally got on her last nerve.
“There’s no need to be jealous, baby,” Angel said, “You could join in. I usually charge extra for girls but if it’s in the name of helping out the hotel, I’ll give you a freebie.”
Mina growled as she stomped over to where the spider demon lay sprawled across the couch.
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Angel held up all four hands in submission, “I’m just kidding around, no need to get violent.”
“I swear,” she said, a finger pointed right in his face, “come onto either of us one more time an’ I’ll cauterize every single one of those holes you use to make a livin’.”
“Jesus, Alastor, your missus is a little tense,” Angel said, brave enough to turn away from the angry feline to look up at the deer demon who was clearly enjoying the chaos. “You really haven’t fucked her since you got back, have ya?"
Before Mina could react, Alastor whisked them both away via shadow back to Charlie and Vaggie’s side of the room. Her jealousy was never sourced from an insecurity of Alastor’s faithfulness to her, but rather from feeling disrespected by anyone who would dare tread on her territory. The feeling was mutual, and they had both had their moments in the past where someone’s leud comment got the better of them, but now was not the time or place for violence.
Thankfully putting the space between her and Angel, as well as keeping a well-placed hand around her hips, created an instant calming affect the hot-headed Irish woman.
They watched together as Charlie attempted to diffuse the situation more and Angel just continued making suggestive comments, though they were at least self-deprecating now.
Then, right on cue, Charlie’s phone went off and she dismissed herself to talk to her father.
“Oh, trust me,” Alastor laughed, before quickly extending his antlers, “I can.”
“Hey, I have question,” Angel said, finally changing the subject away from his body parts. “If freaky-face over there is so powerful, then why can’t he just make people stay here?”
Before he could truly revel in the look of fear on their faces and the look of delight on Mina’s, Husker decided to put in his two cents, and it started another round of Angel’s inappropriate and pointless flirting. It only came to an end when Vaggie stepped in, making the point that Sinners were supposed to choose the hotel.
“Well whatta ‘bout her?” Angel asked, gesturing towards Mina, “can’t she just go downtown and sing one of her trippy little tunes to get people feeling like they want to be better people?”
Vaggie groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose between her fingers. “Absolutely not. What is it about the concept of choice that you aren’t getting?”
Alastor watched with amusement as the drunkard and the self-righteous continued to clash, not failing to notice that Mina had fully calmed down and had stepped away, trying to subtly eavesdrop on Charlie’s phone call. His wife’s instincts were still sharp as ever as to what was really worth paying attention to. It impressed and excited him. As long as he couldn’t explain anything to her himself, he needed Mina to be on her toes and trying to work things out on her own.
Lucifer must have finally wrapped things up – honestly how long did it take to ask a simple favor – because Charlie had pulled Vaggie aside, then quickly bounded out of the hotel and down the street, as Mina curiously watched the whole scene unfold.
It was time for the real fun of the day to begin.
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Once they were done filming the commercial and were waiting for Charlie’s return, Mina took the opportunity to talk in private with Vaggie.
“Alastor made a deal with you, didn’t he?” she asked, cutting to the chase.
“Wait, you didn’t know?” Vaggie asked.
Mina knew he had purposefully done an awful job with the original commercial he created. He didn’t take the hotel any more seriously than she did, but he was a showman at heart and would have easily been able to come up with something more convincing than that if he had actually been trying.
She could tell immediately he was toying with them, drawing Charlie in with the idea of the commercial, but then not fully delivering until he got something in return. Then suddenly he and Vaggie returned to the lobby and the plan was a go.
So Mina ignored Vaggie’s question, not liking the implication that Alastor hadn’t let her in on his plan. True, he was hiding a lot from her, but this just all felt so painfully obvious, she didn’t feel the need to be clued in beforehand.
“What were the terms of the deal?”
“Well, that’s the weird part,” Vaggie said, “it wasn’t a big deal. He just said he would help film a decent commercial if I promised to not make him do any TV related stuff in the future.”
“Huh,” Mina said, already forming theories in her head and turned to walk away.
“Wait,” Vaggie stopped her, “you don’t think it’s more than that, right?”
Mina paused, knowing she was at a crossroads. She could do things Alastor’s way and dismiss Vaggie’s concern and pretend nothing was wrong. But Vaggie was likely too smart for that, and it would ultimately cause more distrust between them. The other option was to display just enough honesty to make it appear Mina really was on her side. If Alastor was being even a little honest with Mina, then it was true he needed to gain Charlie’s trust to get along with whatever plan of his he was concocting. And Mina seemed to have figured out before Alastor had that Vaggie was the real path to gaining Charlie’s trust.
Mina made a show of sighing and looking defeated.
“Vaggie, look, you’re a smart girl. And despite you clearly having a problem with me since day one, I respect you. So, I’ll be honest with you. I really don’t know what Alastor’s planning, but I do know him. And he never makes a simple deal, there’s always a catch. It’s either going to benefit himself more than he’s letting on or it’s going to hurt you more than he’s letting on. Sometimes both.” Mina put a hand on Vaggie’s shoulder and did her very best to look concerned. “Just promise me, if he tries making another one, you’ll tell me about it before you agree to anything, okay?”
“Okay,” Vaggie agreed, “And hey, I know things got a little tense before . . . I guess I shouldn’t have tried accusing you-“
“It’s fine,” Mina smiled, “water under the bridge.”
Later, even when they had a moment alone, she didn’t confront him about the deal. It almost certainly had something to do with Vox. Either he was using the deal to protect the hotel from Vox’s reach or he would use the deal in the future so that Vaggie couldn’t force him to get involved if Vox were to ever jeopardize the hotel in a way Alastor thought he could benefit from.
Mina decided it was best for now to sit with her theories as a test to see how well she could predict Alastor’s next moves. She surprised herself when she realized she still trusted him with her safety; because no matter what the intentions of his little deal with Vaggie were, she knew it wouldn’t bring any harm to herself.
As they came down the staircase into the lobby together, Alastor burst her little bubble.
“You know about the deal, don’t you?” he whispered.
Mina just smiled.
“I see your need for attention can still win out over your need for secrecy.”
He huffed. “I wasn’t keeping the deal a secret; I’m just surprised you haven’t asked me about it.”
“Hmm,” she shrugged, “I guess I didn’t find it that interesting.”
That clearly was a blow to his ego, and he sulked in silence the rest of the way into the lobby, choosing a solitary chair rather than being close to her.
Charlie arrived home and Vaggie pulled her to join them in front of the television set. The commercial began to air when an emergency broadcast cut it short.
Mina sat in shock as Katie Killjoy announced the coming arrival of the next extermination.
Just six months away? They were cutting the time between their slaughter in half?
The other residents were just as outraged as her.
Everyone except Charlie and Alastor.
Rather than continuing to watch the TV screen, Mina studied their faces and came to the sinking realization they both already knew about this.
She quickly worked out Charlie must have just found out at the meeting with the angels she had been at all day but Alastor?
How the fuck did he know?
Next Chapter ->
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