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fraugwinska · 2 months

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Okay but can you do an Al that quite likes to be put in his place by the reader behind closed doors? Can be sfw or NSFW, your choice. Radio Demon deserves to let off some steam losing control. 😏

Oh, what a fun ask that was - I approached it the best way I could, and I for one love it :D My gift to you and everyone who wants to! Attention: This is not mild, it's getting ✨spicy✨! ;>

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Hard Day

There were three telltale signs.

Alastor had come home from another meeting of the overlords. He greeted Charlie and the others with his usual smile and the obligatory mocking quip at Angels playful flirtations. But what others didn't see was blatantly obvious to you.

One: His left eye twitched constantly.

Niffty and you were on dinner duty that evening, so the kitchen was, despite your best efforts to tidy up behind her, a raging mess of pots, chopped ingredients and various spots of sauces and suspect fluids. When Alastor came in to get himself a cup of coffee and saw the mess, he excessively scolded the poor girl for being unnecessarily messy.

Two: Losing his patience with Niffty.

After dinner, you and him would routinely join Husk at the bar, you for a digestif, him to get into 'entertaining' banter with the cat demon, who'd pour him a glass of whiskey or two while they'd bicker. Today, he stayed quiet, just played an experimental jazz song from his cane, and when Husk reached for the bottle of rye, Alastor shook his head.

Three: Arhythmical tapping of his claws on the barcounter.

You downed your drink and exclaimed loudly that you were tired. Like a routine, Husk grinned as he took you glass back, turned away to give Alastor the cue to shoot you that look, and the deer followed you silently, taking the invitingly open hand of yours when you were out of sight.

You beelined straight to your room - not his, that was his domain, his kingdom where he could rule over you - the wrong place for tonight.

You lead him through the door, letting go of his hand and locking it behind you. When you turned, he had already loosened his tie, throwing it on the ground with a frustrated huff, brows furrowed and gums showing from the tightness of his snarl.

“Hard day.” You don't ask: you state; and he paced through your room, struggling. You knew the drill, you waited, patiently, neutral. You knew how hard it was for him to overcome his desire to control, to willingly give it up, but also, how much he needed it in these moments.

Finally, he came to rest his head on your shoulder, forehead pressed in the crook of your neck.

“Please.”, he whispered, the voice filter completely gone. The go point. You smiled.

“Sit.”

You followed him to your bed, where he did as he was told. Sitting down on the edge, ears pressed against his head, gaze fixed on the carpet.

You unbuttoned his coat, pushing it off his shoulders and away from him. Then the vest, then his shirt. The silence only disturbed by occasional fizzing of his static, a hint of his inner turmoil of letting you take the lead.

You ignored it, throwing the discarded clothes on a chair nearby. You placed your hands on each of his shoulders, and leaned in. Hungrily, he took your lips, his tongue slid out, licking over them to demand entrance - you stopped, face neutral.

“No.”, you said, not harsh, but firm.

“No.”, he repeated, sighing.

As you returned to his mouth, you let your hands wander, over his collarbone, smooth and grayish, fading into soft, red fur on his chest and onto his back - firm, tense, rigid.

He didn't attempt another grab for power, although you knew his body wanted to. His claws dug into the mattress, as if to prevent them from grabbing your flesh. He was shaking.

You knelt down before him, hands already on the buttons of his trousers. Your steady eyes stayed glued on his burning ones. He took a sharp breath when you stroked his freed, already hard member, a slow, soft, explorative stroke. He closed his eyes.

“No.”, you said again, and he opened them immediately, irises shifting to dials and back. “Eyes on me, my buck.”

The pet name made him shiver, a low groan escaped his throat. Your lips twitched with a smile - moments like these made you feel so immensely happy, to be the one the big bad Radio Demon was submitting to, letting him be weak before you.

With a hum, you took him in your mouth, sliding your lips down his shaft as far as you could. He answered with a moan, deliberate and desperate. His head fell back, you heard your sheets ripping from his tightening grip. Up and down, with your tongue swirling over his reddened tip at every stroke, you sucked him into frenzied panting.

His right hand lifted, reached for your hair, intended to grip it, to guide you on his cock, but you caught him on his wrist, popping him out of you with harsh coldness.

“Ah ah ah.”, you tutted, tilting your head at him. He looked almost manic at this point. “Only good boys are allowed to cum. And you want to cum, my buck, don't you?”

Alastor growled, but it sounded more like a whine.

“I can't hear you.”, you teased with a single stroke of your hand on his throbbing member.

“Yes.”

“Good. Then behave.”

He did. His moans and growls became more heated, loud and frantic as he let himself unravel inside your mouth. You felt him tremble, his thighs you gripped shaking under your fingers.

“Darling…”

You hummed, not relenting, keeping your pace. You knew what he wanted, what he needed, but he had to ask first.

“Darling… may I… “, he was gritting his teeth, beads of sweat on his temples and his grin on the verge of breaking. It was enough.

“Cum.” was all that you said, in the mere second your lips were breaking contact to his tip - it was all he needed. A heartbeat later, he came, violently, securely, in the safe and warm enclosure of your throat. You drank him up, swallowed two times so not to spill any of his precious seed, feeling him twitch inside and pant before you.

He pulled you up to him, onto his chest, and you let him - handing him the power back like a baton. He kissed you forcefully, his first instinct to reassure he was back in control, to return you to submission again - you smiled at that thought. He embraced you, tenderly, pressing you into him like a soft pillow, and took a long, content breath.

“Hard day.” he said, stroking your hair as you closed your eyes, relieved to hear his heart beat steady once more.

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mamuzzy-creates-stuff · 3 months

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Alright, giving you Ordomaze with 💙

Because I think having them tipsy would be funny? I can't imagine drunken Ordo lmao

Hey @hexerein, thank you so much for the request! ♡ (￣З￣)

YES, drunk Ordo is really something challenging, but also I'm obsessed with the thought that Ordo is also a menace in his own way. I usually depict him as someone who never goes overboard with drinking since he likes to be in control, or doesn't drink at all when he doesn't want to - he is pretty much immune to social pressure coming from larger groups. Now I did a little exception for the sake of the scene, but I think competitive-drinking is something he won't say no to either way. Especially against an alpha or his own brothers.

As for the fic, I have to admit... I overdid a little. xD Wordcount-wise, I only wanted to do a little snippet and ended up having 1600 word long shenanigan with these dorks.

Are they drunk? Pretty much. Are they kissing? Oh yes. Funny? You decide :) I hope you like it!

Every mispelled word in the dialogues are deliberate. Outside of it, sorry for that.

After so many hungover survived together, Ordo and Maze always reached to that conclusion that the real winners of the drinking contests are the bar owners themselves. But they would never learn. Ordo may appeared a sore loser tonight, but his premature retreat from the challenge’s end before both of them end up throwing up in one of the alleys of Coruscant was deliberate and very much calculated - on one hand, HE didn’t want to throw up in one of the alleys of Coruscant. Second, he didn’t want Maze throw up in one of the alleys of Coruscant either. Also, drinking eventually led to horniness which overrode every instinct of competitiveness in him and fucking Maze in the middle of the bar suddenly looked a tempting idea, but Ordo also remembered that indulging in a fantasy of fucking someone on the barcounter while everyone else’s watching might be a good way to show that the alpha’s ass belonged to him, but overall, it was not socially acceptable to do it in the CSF officer’s club. Neither was throwing up in one of the alleys of Coruscant.

The null and the alpha captain were a stumbling mess of a pair, clinging to each other’s necks, trying to navigate their way in the Arca-barracks. Their usual banter lead to the same disaster if less rage-filled carnage this time.

“M’room” grumbled Ordo.

“Mroom” meowed back Maze, because was sure that’s how you maintain a conversation in tooka, and was certain Ordo tried to imitate one.

“No, mine!”

“’kay” Maze flashed a broad smile as he leaned in to bore his head into Ordo’s, only he didn’t exactly assess well the intensity of his display of affection and bumped their skulls so hard, they both saw stars for a minute.

“Oww! The kriff??? Whazzatfor?” Ordo bent his elbow around Maze’s neck to get into a chokehold.

“I ssssaid ‘I love you’ in tooka!”

“Ah… okay. That’s fine” Ordo was pleased with the answer, so didn’t actually choke his boyfriend. He released him to cling onto his arm more instead. That limb belonged to the null now. “’Love you too.”

“You are so sweet right now, my love” cooed Maze back. “Sweet, sweet kitten.”

Ordo blushed as he felt a pleasant heat going into his cheeks. He pretty much wanted to be Maze’s kitten right now. The only and favorite. But also he was sure his words didn’t reach the drunk Alpha’s brain.

“But my room. My room. We go there. Take me tom’room.”

“Ayy-aye, whersyouroom again?”

“I don’t care, don’t - Just… just… take me there.”

“My room then.”

“Noooo!” whined Ordo in protesting and bumped into Maze, “your blanket smells like you fa-woaahhh!!!” he couldn’t elaborate on how exactly Maze’s blanket smelled like, because the alpha lost his balance and both started to lean in one direction like an over-packed sack of potatoes.

Maze had to grab the nearest fire extinguisher on the wall to keep themselves on foot - and he tore it down. They both look at it with child-like astonishment before started laugh uncontrollably but this time they had the wall to hold onto. Maze wanted to put it back to its place but his hands trembled from the tremors of shared laugh, it kept falling down, making loud clashing noises, probably waking up the whole barrack by now.

Several doors suddenly whooshed open, an adrenaline-heated sergeant dashed out, about to yell who’s causing this ruckus and tell them to keep it down, only to be stopped by the sight of Ordo hunching forward, shaking with inaudible laughter as Maze tried to give his sincere ‘appolojeews’ to the fire extinguisher, now war-weary and bent, lying on the floor.

The sergeant considered his options in this situation. If he wanted to make a smart comment about the very fact that Captain Ordo had been so wasted like it was obligatory, he quickly reminded himself that the null captain not just outranked him but was completely able to maim him to death with his bear hands even in this drunk state. Now while Captain Maze also outranked him, wouldn’t maim him to death with his bear hands (he could), but given that the alphas were all prideful and self-conscious bastards, Maze would find a way to make the sergeant’s rather short life miserable, worse than death, given they shared space under the same roof. The sergeant silently retreated back to his room without saying a word.

The pair eventually reached Maze’s room. One last opponent to be defeated: a door with access code needed to open. They stood before that door and Ordo took his time to enjoy this moment of peaceful silence. It was cozy, they were alone in the half-lit empty corridor of the alpha-wing, and it made Ordo snuggle closer to Maze. Their armors collided with small clank, but Maze’s skin peeping out of his blacks was to his liking and gently started nosing the carotid. He liked the feeling of the pumping blood pulsing through his lover’s vein. Almost could hear his heartbeat. He counted them for at least two minutes, when Ordo realized that Maze didn’t just not reciprocated the small gesture of affection to his dismay, but nothing was happened at all.

“What ar’you waitin’ for” He looked at Maze in confusion and nodded to terminal.

“Uhhh…” Maze scratched his head. “I forgot.”

“What.”

“The code. Forgot my code.”

“Sevn-sevn-three-six-nain-sevn-five-eigth-ate…” mumbled Ordo as gently started to sucking on his skin, leaving a lovemark.

“Wha-wha-wai-wai-wai-wai-waitholdon, you’re notartikyulting! Not that - Ordo.”

“Honey-sweet” Ordo now whispered in his ears, teeth gently nibbling on it.

Maze shuddered, hearing the petname Ordo gave him long time ago. He was sure about he messed up the numbers along the way because the terminal blared “access denied” into his face.

“I have to consentrait, you know” his voice started to rasp and tried to tap the numbers again into the screen with much more urgency.

“Multitask then.”

Ordo reached his lover’s mouth, sucking on his lower-lip like his life depended on it. Maze huffed into the kiss with amusement. He messed up the numbers again. Access denied.

“What the…”

“Stupid alpha, you can’t even do this right…” Ordo growled, became irritated how his alpha boyfriend couldn’t even get into his room without his help. But that meant he could take the opportunity to shine. He turned Maze around and pushed him to the wall, pressing his lips to Maze’s, one hand keeping him in place, while he tapped the screen without even looking. He didn’t need to look, only needed to stare into those brown eyes, slowly filled with the lust for him.

“Howdoye- how do…” Maze tried to form his question which bugged his last remaining intelligent part of his brain, but Ordo sent that solitary braincell completely AWOL too.

“I would be an osik’la boyfriend if I didn’t know all your codes to reach you.”

“Fuckin' creep” Maze grinned into his lips. Ordo took the initiative to push his tongue inside Maze’s mouth, exchanging a wet, sloppy kiss, loud with Maze’s moans. The alpha embraced him with his arms, combing through his hair with his fingers.

Access denied.

Now Ordo furrowed his forehead in dissatisfaction, but also, unbelieving. Unless Maze changed the code, no way his memory failed him now. He broke the kiss to lick that sweet spot under Maze’s jaw with an ulterior motive to make the alpha a mewling, needy mess, but also to have half an eye on the screen. He tried to tap the numbers again.

He couldn’t finish. The door swooshed open, revealing a very annoyed alpha glaring at the smooching couple with such intensity, they started to believe the jaig eyes on his forehead only served the sole purpose to lend him another pair of eyes to judge them.

Ordo broke the kiss and sneered back malevolently while maintaining eye-contact with Fordo’s real eyes - in the wildlife another set of eyes were meant for the predators to distract and scaring off bigger adversaries than themselves and Ordo wasn’t stupid. Just drunk. And jealous. Why was Alpha-77 in his boyfriend’s room and why was another naked ass mooning him from Maze’s bed?!

Maze didn’t exactly connect the dots just yet but he already felt Ordo tensing up in his embrace. He instinctively held him tighter to comfort him, the null would usually rather die than suffer from shame. Now the thing is, Ordo rarely felt shame unless it got him into trouble and Maze knew that very well so there was a slight chance that his boyfriend plotted a homicide instead. Double, if he was fortunate enough. Unlike Ordo, he felt ashamed in front of his alpha brother right now.

Good thing, Fordo never wasted words to tell off his younger brothers. Just kept on glaring, with his hand signed to direction of room next to them.

Maze followed the gesture. “Oh” he said, staring into the air as light understanding suddenly shined through the haze of inebriation. “Right. Thanks” waved a little goodbye with a sheepish smile.

Fordo flipped him off and returned to his room, shutting them out, hopefully once and for all.

Ordo teared himself away from Maze to run at the next door, his boots screeched at the floor as he stopped and excitedly started to type the code into the door terminal. Maze could only blink and Ordo was already in his room.

Maze was about to drown in self-pity, left alone in the corridor, still leaning against the wall when Ordo sticked his head out, searching for him and yelled.

“ALPHA, I DESIRE AFFECTION!” And disappeared again.

Maze almost burst out in a loud laugh, Ordo’s unique approach of seduction caught him off guard and made the unfortunate encounter with one of his brothers a minor inconvenience. He followed after his lover, giggling under his nose, and closed the door behind them.

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asksuccubussides · 11 months

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What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn‘t that be fucked up or what Chapter 1

Masterpost of chapters

Succubus

noun,singular suc·cu·bus [ sʌk-jʊ-bəs ].

a demon typically taking a human form, said to have sexual intercourse with people to entice them to sin

An undercategory of demon, belonging to the circle of lust

“Hey have you heard? About Patton? He’s the only demon who has ever come back from heaven”

The words were said in a hushed tone like it was a deep secret even though nearly all of the new succubi had gathered around like kids around a campfire to hear it. The sound of the older succubus’ voice echoed against the stark white halls of the sleeping hall as they continued.

“It happened during the middle ages”

“Are you kidding me!? The whole Patton shit went down way earlier than that” Another demon interrupted. “I heard it definitely happened some time before the 1700s” “Nah I know a guy who knew a guy who was there when it happened”

“-It doesn’t matter that much exactly when it happened” They first demon continued “What matters is that he broke EVERY rule a succubus can. He fell in love with a human and then he ATE them”

A gasp went through the group of new succubi followed by whispers and muffled laughter. At the back two nearly identical demons sat close together with their tails intertwined with each other. One of them perked up at the mention of the feast.

“Yeah he was obsessed with humans” Another older demons agreed. “He killed the human too of course. Like talk about rule breaker. We can’t even hurt humans and he goes and kills one!” “He was with an angel too” “Almost forgot that! Yeah I think he killed the angel too” “Angels are the grossest, imagine dating them? Ugh” “He was never with an angel?? And it was multiple humans. Not just one” “I’m telling you it was multiple humans AND angels”

“-And obviously since he broke the rules THAT bad he didn’t even get punished, Instead he got sent up to heaven immediately. Do you newbies know what they do to demons in heaven?”

Some nodded while others shook their heads. Some mumbled jokes about what it could be but they quieted when they saw the older demon simply drag their finger across their neck.

“But Patton’s the only demon who’s survived heaven” The demon shrugged “No one knows how he survived but I’ve heard he’s still out there”

The other succubi nodded in agreement. Patton still being alive was the only thing about the legend they could agree on.

“I think he just went on an angel massacre” “No no no, he used the contact with his angel lover to escape” “He just like used insane levels of charm to become buddies with the angels, obviously”

The nearly identical succubi at the back of the group glanced at each other. One of them grinned while the other slid his tail closer around the other’s as if he was afraid Patton would suddenly jump out and eat them as well.

Even though they’d only appeared a few days ago they already looked like they were in their early 20s. It wasn’t unusual, all demons appeared as adults immediately. The thing unusual about them was that the two of them had appeared as twins.

One of the older demons looked back at the group and asked “How long have you newbies been here anyway?”

“27 years!” Remus exclaimed “We’ve been at this for 27 years and Ro-ro starts expecting a present NOW?! His brain has dropped out of his ass again”

‘I’ve seen something about liiiike humans having birthday presents. Girl you know how much he likes like doing that human stuff. He’s such a patton about it’ Remy replied.

“We were never even born! We just appeared like every other fucker!”

‘Let him feel like a bit special. It’s totally great for the mind to feel like the most main character evar’

Remus ate another handful of chips from the bar counter before grabbing the salt with his tail to chug down his throat. Remy let their eyes wander across the bar from one corner to the other as if they were checking a resturant menu all while leaning against the barcounter.

The demons were both tall and skinny, Remy in the slender way while Remus looked more like a lanky waluigi with all his veins on their way to pop out. Their faces were uncannily symmetrical and wrinkle free. They were succubi, of course they had been molded to fit all of the beauty standards humans had created. If a succubi was created differently rumors always spread that they’d been made like that just to fullfill a fetish like...well like being twins for example.

Dark brown curls made up Remus’ hair which he usually just put in messy hairties and let fester. Sometimes humans called his hair ‘kinky’ which he found very amusing. humans also tended to ask if he knew spanish which he didn’t have any particular thoughts on because he wasn’t sure what spain even was. Out of the curls on the top of his head rose two large vibrantly red horns, though that along with his tail was hidden from the human eye. Somehow he had found a way to make himself both stinky and quite dirty 24/7. The only part of him he took good care of was his mustache honestly. Even his clothes were mostly just stuff Roman had gotten him so he wouldn’t become a total nudist.

Remy looked like they’d never left 2005 which was honestly kind of true. They could probably sniff out if there was a sale on juicy couture 50 miles away. They had just as pale and pinkish of a skin tone as a naked rat which made their tail look really ratlike. To try and hide that they usually decorated their tail. Dark sunglasses nearly always hid their eyes and their horns glowed a cold blue. Even in the most crowded of rooms their short hair in stark white made them stand out. Remus had never seen them in any other hair color than that exact white so sometimes he wondered how it got that way. He tried to not think about it too much. They had also gone deaf later in life which didn’t impact their apperance but did make their pronounciation when speaking a bit unusual, the twins didn’t mind.

‘You think a threat would be a good birthday present?’ Remus had de-yelled a little so he started to sign so Remy could understand him better. Lightning usually wasn’t the best in a bar after all, it would be hard to read lips.

‘Not since you tots give Ro threats like every day’ They signed back ‘Bingo! A human is looking at me. How loud is it in here? How loud I gotta talk?’

Remus hmmmed for a moment before answering with ‘Maybe a 6 on the loud scale? Not the loudest bar we’ve been at’

A guy was indeed looking at them and he soon came up to talk to them. Succubi didn’t autimatically know any human languages and Remy had only bothered to learn the most basic things in the most popular languages like “Sex?” and “Hotel or car?”. (Aside from them knowing american sign language fluently because demons didn’t have their own sing language sadly). Having to rely on reading lips with most humans didn’t help either.

The succubi relied on nodding and saying words mumbly enough so it could be taken for nearly any language (which country were they in now again?). Remus kept eating chips.

“Girl Wouldn’t like some experience based gift be like good for Ro?” Remy continued the conversation while the guy started to get more touchy “Like some museum thing or fishing or whatevs humans like to do in their spare time”

‘Nah. Roman already does all that shit with her human...companions..She said she went to a concert with A little nas and the x a few days ago. I may be a lot of things like stupid and full of snot-fungi but i’m not even a little bit nas’

“Yeah but like isn’t you showing interest in her human hobby the like tottallyy important part? Wait”

Remy motioned for the guy to pause and gave Remus a half tired look before pointing between the three of them and making a questionable sound to the guy. They shimmied their shoulders just to be extra clear. The guy was looking at them like he was about to bust a nut right there

The guy leaned in and kissed Remy’s shoulder. In return they grabbed ahold of his jacket and pulled him along towards the exit. Remus stuffed more salt into his pockets before following along.

“So are you two tourists or?” The guy chuckled out without getting any response.

Soon after Remus held the door to the hotel room open while Remy made out with the guy. They always wore clothes easy to take off on days when they went to earth. The clothes got scattered on the floor before they pushed the guy onto the bed.

“Maybe the best gift I could give Ro is to just disappear and shut up for a day?” Remus looked over to hear Remy’s response before realizing they were too busy to read his lips right now.

He searched around the hotel room for any dead rats or mold before sitting down at the edge of the bed. He hugged the pillow and tried to conclude if the guy’s moans sounded more like an elk screaming or a raven calling.

“Nothing you....like you remember Ro wishing for?” Remy continued the conversation while fucking. Multitasking!

“Swords maybe. Hmm maybe I could get a sword”

“Wasn’t this going to be a threesome?” The guy interrupted.

“He Is Soooo fucking clearly doing his part in the threesome by sitting there you idiot” Remy waved over to Remus’ sitting right next to them on the bed.

“Yeah I’m being so involved!” He was literally just sitting there.

“I don’t know what roleplay you two have going on with only talking to me in your language but it’s really working for me” The guy butted in again.

“You’re not a part of the discussion dummy” Remus replied. Remy simply did the sign for ‘ignore’.

Remy was about to give another gift suggestion when the feeling of feeding distracted them. They arched back, still straddling on top of the guy, and let their eyes close for a moment as a feeling of fullness hit them one bite at a time.

Not only did succubi seduce humans because it was their job to try and make humans sin so more of them went to hell. They also feed off of the lust the same way a demon from the greed circle would feed on the greed if they managed to get a human to reckleesly spend or gamble it all away. It was the only way for them to feed. A demon could eat all the human food they want and still never be able to survive on it.

They leant their forehead against the nape of the human’s neck while continuing their job. Remus went back to study the hints of mold growing inside the carpet and the cracks in the bed. He saw Remy ask if he wanted to feed as well but he shook his head.

“Where can I even steal a sword. Either I can rob human’s houses until I find one with a sick ass sword or I can try to steal one from one of the higher up demons” Remus said when he noticed Remy picking up their clothes again.

He helped them tie the laces of their shoes while they took on their jacket. The guy was close to falling asleep on the bed when they left without saying goodbye. Remy stretched as soon as they got outside making the bones in their neck and wrists crack.

‘girl I must have given that guy like a good time cause I feel like I just ate a 5 course meal and like 2 steaks’ They bumped their shoulder against Remus before signing ‘Back to hell?’

“Please. If I stay on earth too long my skin is gonna crawl back and my mustaches gonna fall off”

The two demons went to the closest door and Remus laid his hand onto the door handle. He uttered a string of words in a language impossible to comprehend to the mind’s of non-demons all while his horns lit up. The horns turned warm, to a nearly burning deegree while shining bright red like a lighthouse from hell.

The phrase had to be said to open the doors between hell and earth. As soon as demons were created the phrase already existed in their minds in the same way a baby birds already knows they should fly south for winter.

The door swung open “Fuckers first” He said while motioning for Remy to through it first.

‘bastards first’ They replied.

“Eternally lazy bufoons”

‘People with minus brain’

“Dickpigs”

‘Gross bitches stuck with the humor of a hormonal ape’

“Good one” Remus said while walking through the door.

The hallways of the succubi’s quarters were stark white with walls that extended upwards in physically impossible ways. Most of the rooms were filled with beds barely spaced apart for the many succubi squadrons. Remus, Remy and Roman were all apart of the same squadron all working under the same manager to seduce humans. It was wellknown knowledge that their squadron was one of the worst performing ones and it was even more wellknown that it was mostly Remus’ fault.

The rest of the rooms were used for the monthly meetings with the managers with rare rooms here and there for accounting and storage.

It was all painted white as a reminder that heaven was never far away. A reminder of what would happen if they broke the rules.

‘Girlie I’m gonna head to the library and see if Emiles there. Wanna like come along?’

“Nah I think I have some rotting flesh to inspect or something. Dirt to shovel into my mouth. That sort of thing”

Remy gave him a hug before walking away. Remus waited until they’d disappeared behind a corner before dramatically falling face first directly down into the floor. He liked the sound of his body hitting the marble ground vibrating through his skull, hopefully he could make someone trip over him.

His tail moved up to his chest and he could feel the thing called a heart beating at a rapid pace as he caught his breathe. His legs ached just from keeping up with Remy’s walking speed. His tail continued down against his arm, feeling how the skin on his hands had started to turn rough and leather like. It was a way for the body to retain heat when it didn’t have enough energy to warm itself otherwise.

Like on queue he could feel how the little body heat he had from moving around started to disappear as soon as he laid down. Remus laid still and focused on his different body parts going cold one after the other until his whole body felt like a corpse. His fingers had turned purple. He would have prefered it more if they turned red when cold because then it’d match his horns and he could pretend like he could shoot lasers from his nails.

Remus didn’t want Remy to see him right now because there was nothing more annoying to him than people nagging him about feeding as if he wasn’t acutely aware every minute of every day that he hadn’t fed enough.

Normally demons (aside from sloth demons) didn’t need sleep since they got enough energy from feeding off of humans. Sleeping as hard as cat was basically the only way Remus got through the day.

The coldness of the floor mixed together with his cold skin until it was all a blur of painful white and he fell asleep.

If Remus stood on the tip of his toes on top of the balcony railing he could just about gaze out into the larger ranges of the rocky mountains that made up hell. Human screams echoed up to him. It looked like fun.

Technically he was allowed to leave the demon living corridors and walk out into the rings but he was far too nauseous today to move much. Getting to feel the hot wind of hellfire and hearing the screaming was enough for him.

A tingly feeling filled his brain for a moment as he practically felt his brother approaching. He threw the birthday present into his pocket before Roman had time to turn the corner.

“Ooooh Shithead!” Roman greeted while kicking Remus right in the calves from behind. “Happy birthday!”

Roman looked nearly identical to her twin with just as red horns and dark hair. She was a bit heavier than him, some might call plump, and her hair shorter. His tail had a neat red bow around it and he constantly wore clothes inspired by royal renaissance and roccoco clothing. They were some of his favorite cultural times in human history. How he wished he could have been alive during those times.

Remus in return for the kick moved his tail to swat at her head “Happy day of birth I guess. What else you want you inbreed bitch?!”

“Well aside from blessing you with my time and congratulations, I just wanted to brag about just having come back from Veeenice!” When her brother stared dumbfounded at her she added “The city with all of the water, remember?”

“No”

Roman put him in a headlock and Remus tried to bite at his ear while the conversation continued “The humans were having their cute little festival! With the mask! It was great! I fed off of this art collector and when he wasn’t looking I took one of his lil paintings. I think I’m gonna hang it up by my bed. So pretty!”

Remus faked a yawn before poking his brother in the ribs to get out of the headlock. Roman did a time out sign with his tail while looking around in his handbag.

She pulled out a box neatly wrapped in red and golden bows with star stickers all around it. An excited grin played on her lips as she held it out to her twin. He looked between her and the box before taking it and immediately ripping all of the wrapping apart and gnashing at the bows with his teeth.

When it was just a half destroyed box left he said “Gee thanks! I love destroying things! Great present!!”

“The present is inside the box. Not the box itself....Though you can keep the box too...I think” Inside the box laid a hamburger of ridicolously big size. “Ta-da! It’s the most filling food I could find! Should keep you full for a bit! It’s from heartattack grill so it’s a bit morbid too!! And the meat is very extra rare like you like it!”

“The only better thing is raw!”

“Dukey to be honest i am around 80% expecting you to have forgotten to get me anything because of your pea sized brain”

“Hehe...pee...BUT you’re wrong! Look who is pee sized now! YOU! I did get you something marvelous and supercool and skullbusting and ass slapping! I got youuuuu THIS!”

He pulled out a lump of coal from his pocket and threw it at his twin. Roman caught it with his tail before squinting at it.

“I know you’re gogo crazy patton levels of obsessed with humans so I got Emile to look through some books bout human gift traditions and translate some stuff for me and I saw something about coal usually being given during some like crisis-mess holiday or whatever. SO I got you one! Happy birthday”

Roman squinted at it again before smiling a bit “It’s pronounced Christmas but thanks....Stinky idiot” They gave each other a pat on the shoulder that turned more into slapping “But seriously don¨t call me a patton again, that’s crossing the rude line”

“Sure yeah sure cool cool. If there’s one thing I love it is standing by metaphorical lines”

Roman tried to (mostly jokingly) swat at his twin again with his tail right before Remus launched to tackle him.

At the same time sometime far away on earth Janus woke up well past noon once more. The sun shone in through the blinds of his dorm room lightning up the floor in streaks of shining gold. Something heavy and unfamiliar laid in the middle of the floor but Janus was too tired to pay any mind to it, it was probably just a hoodie Virgil had forgotten anyway.

It wasn’t until the rotten stench got to him he pulled himself up to look. A dead rat had somehow found it’s way into the dorm. Janus wished he was surprised but death always seemed to find a way close to him.

#fic #sanders sides #thomas sanders #asks are as always open :D #remus sanders #remy sanders #roman sanders #creativitwins #janus sanders #what if you were an asexual succubus wouldnt that be fucked up or what #patton sanders

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craviiiings · 3 months

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open to: anyone +21

"you’re telling me you’ve never had a threesome?" a small smile curled upon brooke's lips. her eyes filled with interest. it made the other look all the more interesting. it was her night to pick someone out after all, and she didn't want to disappoint her sister. "what else haven't you done?" the brunette asked as she took another sip of her drink, her elbow leaning on the barcounter as she kept her gaze focused on them.

sofia rolled her eyes at her sisters comment, “don’t listen to her. it's completely fine to be a prude" sofia's comment was on purpose. wanting the other to feel a bit uncomfortable, to see how they'd react. they were planning on taking them home, if it all turned out how they wanted. "would you be up for a threesome?"

#alrighty my girlies are in a mood #open starter #indie rp #indie smut #smut rp #indie smut rp #indie 1x1 #starter call #indie starter

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irrfahrer · 2 years

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Ziv will explain what In-Universe Plant Your Muse reminds her of! Using Wookieepedia as a source: FEAT. @kylo-wrecked !

Clouds of burned Marcan Herbs hung so heavily in the air, the windows were covered almost completly by violet smoke like by purple silkcurtains. The little colourful light falling from the bright promotional-lights from the streets into the cantina was disorted by the smoke and looked like wisps in the dark room that was uncomfortable warm and uncomfortable dark. The cantina was well visited and Ziv shoved herself on two chairs just in time to block the chairs from two other guests, grinning at them wildly and not in the slightest ashamed to steal the seats from someone else. In the music buzzing through the air loudly, almost deafening like a wild heartbeat her ears turned after the voice of someone at the barcounter.

“You really are just a kriffing Succulosum Azure for most people, are you?”, Ziv said, her ears still turned in the direction of the two Rhodians sitting by the barcounter and who had set their eyes on them. Automatically the Tynnan sniffed in the air like a carnivore sniffing for the trace of a prey: “-Totally kriffing nice to look at, don´t get me wrong, like not that I am seeing much of you, but I do smell the kriffing stormwaves of pheromones thrown into your direction that want to make me lighten a kriffing aromatic- candle to escape the kriffing TMI-scent I am smeling her. But also Succulosum Azure makes 90% of the Galaxys population react kriffing violently alergic to it, which- huh, yeh that checks the Kriff out for you, Benny-cub. Totally checks out.” The young woman leaned to the side, bumping her shoulder against Bens arm and fluttering her frostwhite lashes up to the humanoid while purring as sweetly as a Loth-Kitten: “Thanks the kriffing Force I am not alergic to Succulosum Azure. Only alergic to lactose, Gluten, High amounts of sugar, most kriffing nuts, around 50% of the meat and fish not coming from Tynna, Bacta after I once used dirty Bacta will now make me violently bleed from every pore until painful death if I come into contact with that kriffing bacteria, and big amounts of alcohol thanks to my kriffing carnivorous digestive system.“

#kylo-wrecked #JOOO!#you had sended me the 'they have a drink together' prompt so I combinated the two prompts :D

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hunting-songs · 3 months

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[ POUR ]: sender pours the receiver a hot drink after finding shelter from a freezing snow-storm.

The snow had been falling for hours. A white blanket that covered the streets, the trees and the buildings like a shroud. Yet inside the petrol -stations diner it was warm and the yellow light stood out stark against the pale moonlight reflected on the hills of snow that turned the icy world past the diners warm walls into a old of silver. Linssen who had been driving, which Senritsu had welcomed very happily, had driven the car to the petrol station when the moment the snow on the street had towered up to the cars headlights, which was a reason that would have made Senritsu kiss him thankfully if it would not have meant that she would have overstepped professional work-boundaries and Kurapika and Basho were also in the car and would have watched.

The hot chokolate was so hot that lines of steam rose like mist from the big cup even into the warm air of the diner when Kurapika filled a cup for each of them. Senritsu couldn´t help but sigh happily, closing her small, freezing fingers around the hot cup happily: "Ah, thank you very much, Kurapika." The cup was so hot that her fingers ached, but she welcomed this pain compared to the paralysing ache of coldness biting into her joints and bones like sharp, icy teeth. Beside her she heard Linssen and Bashos heartbeats relaxed, just as happy as her to escape the snowstorm into a warm room with a hot drink.

Senritsu laughe din all good humor, her vital spirits thawing up like a icicle. Yet although she looked at Kurapika, although she joked around, although she kicked her feet in the air sitting on one of the high stools, although she chuckled in all good humor, she had tilted her head to the side attentive and she listened. She listened for the four Mafia-mens heartbeats, she listened for them trying to hide that they were watching the Nostrade-bodyguards, she listened for their eagerness for the carefully wrapped package sitting beisde Kurapika on the table. "I would sing you a heroic ley alone for giving me something hot to drink, if my jaws would not still feel like frozen moveless.", she hummed as sweet as a song: "I guess, I cold humm you a heroic-ley, mhmmmmmmmm?"

The snow had been falling for hours. A white blanket that covered the streets, the trees and the buildings like a shroud. The snow reached by now up to the doorknob of the diners door and the cars outside were nothing but under the snow sleeping, small hills. The people who had taken refuge in the Diner were sitting by the barcounter like old, weary travlers would sit around a campfire. And Senritsu knew this people. She had known them since her time in Yorkshin where she had heard those mens- those assassins- heartbeats when they had worn suits instead of wrinkled pullovers and jeans, and had walked behind their capo Zenji.

There was a amused chuckle from Basho over Senritsus little jokes about singing Kurapikas praise, but the woman barely heard it. She barely heard it because she was listening. She barely heard it because she was listening keenly.

#v: es saß ein klein wild vöglein #skarletchains

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