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mousy-nona · 2 months

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Prompt. Alastor hits deer mating season and tries not to let anyone know, but Lucifer finds out.

Obligatory warning: It's a mating prompt. There's going to be EXPLICIT SCENES.

“Do you smell that?”

Husk sniffed the air delicately, then shook his head. “Nothing but Angel Dust’s normal B.O.”

Angel Dust purred. “Don’t pretend like you don’t love it.”

The cat rolled his eyes and turned back towards the bar, but not before Lucifer caught the rare smile he reserved for Angel Dust curving on the corners of his lips.

“Do you seriously not smell that?” Lucifer asked, puzzled. The scent was growing stronger by the second, so rich and heavy it seemed to hang in the air. Musky, woody, with a spicy sharpness to it, like crushed pine needles and orange blossoms. There was something else to it though – something that Lucifer couldn’t quite put his finger on, but it filled his head like an opium cloud. His thoughts felt slow, like molasses in winter.

His body was a different story. Every time he breathed in, a tingle of electricity ran through him. His fingers were trembling, and his skin felt too tight and a little numb at the same time.

Am I being drugged?

He was just about to excuse himself when Alastor came rushing around the corner. He was moving fast, as if he was being chased by a pack of wolves, and muttering something to himself like a lunatic. He didn’t see Lucifer until it was too late, and they collided into each other so hard the impact sent them both tumbling to the ground.

“Ouch! Clean up on aisle four!” Angel Dust crowed.

“Shut up.” Alastor’s voice was distorted, as if it had been spliced into four. He sounded strained, his throat clenched.

The scent was unbelievably strong now. Lucifer’s head swam with it. On autopilot, he picked himself up off the ground and extended a hand towards Alastor to help him up. Alastor moved to swat it away, but the second their hands touched, it was like a sonic blast ripped through the hotel. Lucifer’s world went numb, flexed and narrowed in on one thing, and one thing only: Alastor. A bolt of lightning ran up his arm, through his chest, down his legs, and pooled underneath his belt. His legs went weak with need.

Alastor, for his part, didn’t seem much better off. His eyes were wide with disbelief, his chest heaving as his breathing stuttered. He was staring at Lucifer as if he was a ghost.

And then something shifted. His eyes went blank, and Alastor – the Alastor Lucifer knew, at least – flickered out of view as something else, something infinitely hungrier and far more desperate, took over.

Alastor snarled and leapt forward, grabbing Lucifer by the neck. People were shouting something behind them, but Lucifer couldn’t hear them, couldn’t see them over the thick fog of musk and wood rolling off of Alastor.

Shadows swallowed them whole, and spat them back out in a dark bayou, lit only by the weak light of the stars and the moon twinkling high above.

“Where–?”

But Alastor wasn’t listening. His sharp claws ripped Lucifer’s shirt and coat into shreds in a matter of seconds, his red eyes gleaming with a hazy madness.

Lucifer forced himself to shake off some of that beguiling smell. It was telling him to relax, to give in. It urged him to thread his hands through Alastor’s gorgeous hair, to stroke his antlers, to finally admit to his deepest, most shameful desire – that he had always wondered what Alastor might taste like.

But he still didn’t know what the hell was going on.

“What – Alastor, wait – slow down!” He pushed Alastor back with a blast of angelic grace. Alastor hissed, his eyes still crazed with need, and came for him again. This time, Lucifer grabbed him by the shoulders and flung him into a nearby spring.

Alastor spluttered as he surfaced, shaking some of the water off his head. “What the hell was that for?” His voice was still distorted, but at least he was using his words again.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Lucifer demanded.

Alastor pulled himself out of the spring and flung his drenched coat off with a bitter grumble, revealing his bare forearms and – to Lucifer’s endless delight – a little tuft of a tail. In the gentle light of the moon, Lucifer could see every ripple of his toned abs, every flex of his broad chest beneath the wet shirt that clung to him like a second skin.

The hazy smell grew stronger. Breathe through it. Don’t lose control. “What did you say?”

“It's my mating season,” Alastor snarled, meeting his eyes again. There was something hypnotic in their scarlet gleam. Lucifer found himself taking a step forward before he caught himself. “Every couple of years, my pheromones go into overdrive. I – no, my body – sends out signals to any potential mates. I usually wait it out.” He shuddered, his jaw flexing. “It’s never found anyone before.”

A sizzle of pride and pure, clean joy cut through the haze filling Lucifer’s brain. So Alastor had never done this with anyone before?

(Was he special?)

“So what are you saying – that you’re horny?”

Alastor blurred – and suddenly he was in front of him, ripping the rest of Lucifer’s tattered shirt from his body. He yelped, but Alastor ignored him.

“If that’s how you want to think about it,” he growled, then he dug his teeth into the crook of Lucifer’s neck.

A jolt of intense pain that turned into searing pleasure roared through Lucifer. As if in a trance, he grabbed one of Alastor’s antlers and wound his other hand into the softness of his hair. Then he pulled, hard, forcing Alastor to let go with an audible hiss.

“None of that,” he snapped.

Alastor grinned, and it was sharp enough to cut him to the core. “No need to play coy with me, your Majesty. The thing about these pheromones – they work both ways. And they never work on the unwilling.”

The quick flash of heat (shameshameshame) was invitation enough for Alastor to pounce again. He rid Lucifer of his belt and his pants just as quickly as he did his shirt. Lucifer, not to be outdone, showed Alastor he had a pair of claws on his own and slashed Alastor’s entire outfit in half with one slice of his nail. It wasn’t a clean cut – a thin line of red welled up on Alastor’s chest, his stomach, and his right thigh.

Lucifer was about to apologize, but the words died in his throat when Alastor dipped his finger into his own blood and sucked it clean.

“Want to try?” He asked in his trademark sing-song.

Lucifer surged forward. Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongue, and Lucifer felt himself go even harder at the dark taste of spice and sin on his lips.

“You drive me crazy,” he whispered when they broke apart.

“My dear, I am crazy,” Alastor chuckled. “What did you expect?”

Then Lucifer grazed his upper thigh, perilously close to his dick, and Alastor cut himself off with a gasp. That strange need clouded his eyes, and once again, Alastor’s primal self took over. He roared, pushing Lucifer onto the ground, their bare legs tangling as he pushed his hand between their legs.

The haze swirled, that sweet, opium smell wiping out the rest of Lucifer’s good sense as Alastor gripped his naked cock with his claws. He groaned, lifting his hips obligingly towards the deer to give him a better angle. That groan turned into a cry when he felt Alastor smearing his own precum on the head of his dick and pushing it against his entrance.

More, his heart thudded. More. More.

He must have been saying it out loud without realizing it, because Alastor grinned. “As you wish.”

Then he pushed in. Lucifer screamed as he felt Alastor’s hardness invading him, penetrating him, stretching him to the limit. But with it, he felt the bond between them swell, take on a new shape. The hatred was still there, yes, but there was something else now too.

And through it all, the same sentence kept running over and over in his fevered brain: Alastor’s never taken another mate.

Alastor’s eyes rolled back, his back arching as he let loose a low moan. His body was shaking, and his hips were moving as if he was a man possessed. That smell was thick in the air, drugging them both as the pleasure washed over them, coming faster and faster until finally –

The explosion that ripped through Lucifer was like nothing he had ever felt before. He had been there for the birth of the cosmos, for the first steps of mankind, for everything that had come before and that would come after. He had thought he had experienced all the firsts in the world.

But this…

He clutched Alastor, who was still trembling from the force of the release. Unlike Lucifer, who was basking in the afterglow, he looked…unsure of himself. Now that the pressing drive of the mating call had disappeared, he looked lost, as if he’d been dumped in the middle of a strange land with no map and no compass.

“Don’t go,” Lucifer whispered, eyeing the strange shadows that were bubbling by his feet. “Stay here with me.”

Alastor wouldn’t meet his eyes, and Lucifer didn’t make him. But he did hold his hand.

“We can work it out together. Just stay.”

Alastor didn’t say anything. But the shadows disappeared, and the two of them sat in the stillness and the quiet of the bayou.

He didn’t let go of his hand.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #alastor #radioapple #my google search history wants me to find jesus #try googling “deer mating signs” without feeling weird #duckiedeer #alastor x lucifer #prompts #asks

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reddieswift · 6 months

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on today's episode of small details from the IT book that are extremely important to me, LOSERS CLUB HANDWRITINGS ARE U KIDDING

#yes i am a bit violent about not getting eddie's handwriting because he is my fave #but. richie signed with a flourish so it kinda makes up for it #love love love this all so much. bill's large and looping letters. RICHIE SIGNED WITH A FLOURISH (OH MY GOD). ben's narrow slanting letters.#mike being left-handed. just googled palmer method script and i love it. STAN'S TIGHT-PACKED LITTLE LETTERS. THE REALEST.#ummm these are all perfect thank you stephen king!!!#the losers club #it 1986 #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #richie tozier #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #stanley uris #it 2017 #my stuff

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twilight-deviant · 7 days

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Watcher fans sure are entitled and a little insane, ngl. "No one is going to sign up for your service! We're all poor! You've made the worst decision, and you'll be back in no time!" Saying this directly to the creators really reminds you of how low the respect for people you don't personally know has gone. I miss the forth wall between creator and audience.

I get and fully understand not having the money to support them, but... Watcher does have fans with money. A lot of them actually. They have merch sales. Their live tour sells out most venues. They have thousands of supporters on Patreon, where the cheapest tier is $5. They're able to gauge the rough finances of their staunchest supporters; that's how they landed on the subscription price. Yes, this move will reduce their viewership in sheer numbers, but to say all of their fans are broke and none will follow/support is factually incorrect.

It may not be a decision everyone agrees with, but severing the limitations of advertisers and youtube in favor of artistic freedom is a good thing. Yes, even if it comes with a loss of revenue. They understand that risk.

Also, I'm begging people to stop treating this like "another Netflix" or something and instead look at it as, "I am supporting a creator I like, similar to Patreon." They literally said in the video that they don't care if you share accounts. Get five friends, and you'll pay $1/mo.

I hate feeling compelled to rant in favor of their decision because I have my own reservations about whether it's the best move. However, I know it's not a choice they made lightly, and I like to think they understand that they'll need to branch out like crazy to entice subscribers.

#Fair-weather fans #I speak as someone currently undecided if I'll sign up for their service or not #I have my own budget to consider #But the waves of people poor-mouthing AT Watcher directly is ridiculous and embarrassing #“They're underestimating how many of us are poor”#Okay but that's not how business works #They just need enough people who aren't poor #and they may well have those numbers #Do you think they would have made such a drastic decision if they didn't???#If they want to focus on fans who support them even if their hard work isn't free that's their choice #People are trying to be so anti-capitalism on this they've actually circled back around to saying #“Just take ad revenue from these companies so they can profit off your content and I don't have to pay out of MY pocket.”#That's... that's not the anti-capitalism stance you think it is #Maybe (and this is crazy) asking for a few dollars directly instead of through the vehicle of youtube‚ google‚ and all its advertisers is #... not spitting on the fans?#Please stop trying to guilt small content creators to their face while simping for large corporations #Watcher

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oldshowbiz · 2 months

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East Los Angeles as it looks exactly.

#East LA #East Los Angeles #Boyle Heights #sign geeks #google street view

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cock-holliday · 11 months

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THE funniest take I saw about yellowjackets so far was that the ambiguity of the wilderness is "laziness" on the writers' part and that it is "clear" the writers "can't decide if there is something out there or not." Hello? Are nuance and ambiguity and lack of brightline answers engaging storytelling? No, it's bad writing. Did Jonas survive in the end of The Giver? Was Nick 's perspective trustworthy in The Great Gatsby? Was Will Graham a good guy? Are the characters in Squid game? Idk, it wasn't blended up and fed to me gerber style so I can't tell.

Is something controlling the girls? Are they doing everything entirely themselves and pretending it's something else because they are just evil? Are they trying to survive and they assuage their guilt with the idea that something is making these decisions, not them? Is it somewhere in between?

Thank you Lottie Yellowjackets for stating the fucking thesis, "Does it matter?"

#yellowjackets #did I pick like middle school books for my comparisons? yes because apparently we gotta go back to 8th grade eng lit #today we're gonna google 'what is a morally grey character?'#'does a writer automatically condone the actions of their characters if they don't have someone go ''hey thats bad'''#'what are the themes of books like lolita'#'what does ambiguity mean'#'wikihow think for myself'#y'all can hate characters or not like the show but themes like grey areas and unreliable narrators and morally reprehensible protagonists #are not automatically signs of ''bad writing''

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the-whispers-of-death · 1 month

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can you do Keegan x male reader who is just a tad bit dumb. Like he is terrible at math, dense, silly, easily distracted. OH and gets lost a lot bcs he likes to wander?

I'll admit that I've never watched a play through of Call of Duty: Ghosts (I say watch because I'm not a gamer but have watched the reboot versions of Modern Warfare 1 & 2), but I have read through the Wiki pages of Keegan P. Russ, just for this. That being said, he's probably OOC (but I mean, I write all of them as softies so let's just chalk this up to that).

Another thing of note is that this civilian male reader. Also, I think I made him to be a little on the autism spectrum with the way he doesn't understand certain idioms and phrases.

I hope you enjoy!

Keegan loved you, in his own quiet way. He wasn't much of a talker, preferred to let you lead the conversation as you talked on and on about anything and everything. He mostly spoke to ask you something about what you were speaking on, a subtle indication that he was listening.

He loved you in the way he so patiently waited for you to solve a simple math problem, like how much difference a 10% off sale would make if the original price was fifteen dollars. He knew math wasn't your strong suit, but he didn't care. You'd arrive to the answer eventually, he knew that.

He loved you in the way he had to explain certain idioms and phrases to you, uncaring how you didn't even know that being offered to go to someone's place for a cup of coffee in the middle of night was an offer of sex. You didn't understand things sometimes and he understood that. They were intentionally vague, he'd tell you when you got flustered at being corrected about your misassumptions.

He loved you in the way you kept wandering off when walking around anywhere with him, whether it was you two walking in the park or out in a shopping center. Your attention was easily caught and it made you wander over to a plant or animal or piece of merchandise. He'd simply trail after you, smiling as you pointed out to him whatever you were looking at.

"Look, Keegan! A butterfly," you murmured, pointing at a nearby butterfly which was perched onto a flower. Its wings were so breathtaking, you just had to have stopped to look at the beautiful creature.

Keegan looked over your shoulder to the butterfly you were pointing at, chuckling in gentle amusement. "It's beautiful," he said before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind you. "But it's not as beautiful as my boyfriend."

Oh, how he relished the way you laughed and lit up in response. You loved when he called you his boyfriend, which you were. You had thought a military man—a Marine—like him would shy away from being out and proud about having a boyfriend, but he quickly proved you wrong.

His squad, the Ghosts, knew all about you. Keegan very happily told them about you, how your little quirks were so endearing. How you were the home he was fighting to go back to when he was on deployments. Oh they knew so well how much he loved you, how you were the sun and the moon and the stars of his universe.

You were everything to him and while he didn't say it often, he showed his love to you in so many ways.

How his hand reached for yours whenever you two were in a crowd so he didn't lose you if you wandered off. How he gave you the answers to a difficult math problem when you were clearly struggling to answer it. How he tried his best to word his sentences in a way that wasn't so vague so you didn't feel embarrassed about misinterpreting his words. How he drank in every word you said, relishing in the way your voice washed over him like a soothing balm to his soul.

Keegan loved you, though you were eccentric and loud where he was quiet and withdrawn. He never regretted being your boyfriend, not one single bit.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated! Asks are open, feel free to pop in and talk or request something! (SFW requests only, please and thank you)

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bebagerie · 2 years

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Bow to the King of the Hermitcraft Server!

#i got the urge to draw them #king ren is gaudy victiorian cus i couldnt do edgy regency twice #when i say that i use inspiration from eras i mean i google images of royalty and fashion with the era tacked onto the search #my art :)#im shadban'd rn so Peace Signs #rendog #bdoubleo100

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opendirectories · 3 months

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#open directories #sign #google #tech

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cogcltrcorn · 2 months

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kenstewy mpreg except stewy is immediately like yeah no we're killing that thing

#kenstewy #kendall would be like yeah this is a sign from god. I am meant to be a Mother. while stewy is googling 'planned parenthood near me'

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starscelly · 9 months

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now that you're home, i dont have to be alone.

saad yousuf, twitter / vgk@dal 5.25.23 / adrienne rich, sleepwalking next to death / miro heiskanen, instagram / amal el-mohtar, this is how you lose the time war / x / Stars' top pick Miro Heiskanen talks at NHL draft / x / "the pull of you" by the national / dallas stars, instagram / Stars' top pick Miro Heiskanen talks at NHL draft / dallas stars, twitter / ernest hemingway, the garden of eden / miro heiskanen, instagram / x / dal@sea 3.11.23 / the letters of vincent van gogh / yle tv2 promo / lighthousekeeping, jeanette winterson / dallas stars, twitter / (caption) "woof woof" by arthur

#baby's first web weave #if this even counts idk #i dont know what a web weave is. if i can be real. and im too lazy to google #i tried to source everything but i couldnt find a couple of things!!! pls lmk if u know what theyre from #a lot of the photos of them were deep in my phone so :/#anyways #so insanely deep in my roopemiro feels today.... can u tell #please enjoy my fucking. insanity.#i want. what they have (being intrinsically connected and linked and whatever)#wearing a sign that says “please talk to me abt them” on my head #roope hintz #miro heiskanen #424 #dallas stars #cel weaving webs

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itsrainingbubbles · 5 days

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Moonstruck

Ever since they left punk hazard luffy just hasn't been himself, he claims he's not hungry, his sleep schedule is off, hes quiet a lot, yet he also seems to be louder and more clumsy.

Chopper has been doing countless exams on him and can't find anything wrong with him, he's cleared luffy about 10 times only to later get so concerned he has to do even more checkups for his and the crews peace of mind

They've tried talking to him but Luffy insists he's fine, better than fine actually, he's felt fantastic lately. They're reluctant to believe him, but they know how bad a liar luffy is and have no choice but believing him, though they're still not completely sure he doesn't have a mystery illness

Eventually they'll find out what's wrong with luffy

Why he hasn't had as big an appetite as usual, why he's been staying up late, why he has moments where he just stares into the ocean, why he's been louder trying to get everyones (though he was mostly doing it for one person) attention, and why he's been falling into the ocean a lot more

Later they'll realize and it'll all click in their minds

Unable to think or act normally, especially because of being in love

#lawlu #lulaw #law x luffy #luffy x law #trafalgar law #monkey d luffy #lawlu dictionary #thinking of making it a series idk #was gonna make it a story but i got embarrassed #at some point liffy was gonna go around asking his crew stuff hes never been interested in before #he asks zoro about swords #chopper about medecine #robin about books #he wanted to know more about the things law likes <3 #also i did google 'physical signs of falling in love'#my aroace ass is struggling to show things i do not feel

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lexosaurus · 2 months

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DAY TWO of the DP Side Hoes Week 2024 VOTING form has hit with a bang, including more propaganda and over 100 new votes in the past day! Since yesterday's top ten, there have been some surprising upsets in the form. Our current Top Ten is as follows:

Nocturn

Super Danny

Cujo

Dani

Wulf

Frostbite

Fun Danny

Jack Fenton (tied for 8 & 9)

Jazz Fenton (tied for 8 & 9)

Amorpho

As you can see from the list, Nocturn and Super Danny are still holding firm in the top two. Cujo has made a considerable bump in the polls, likely due in part to some pawpaganda from @axion-labs. Dani has also gone from 10th to 3rd overnight, replacing Amorpho who went from one of the early leads, to now teetering at 10th place. New to the Top 10 entirely are Fun Danny, Jazz Fenton, and Jack Fenton, the latter likely in part to some truly breathtaking propaganda from @schnuffel-danny.

The inclusion of Super Danny and now Fun Danny to the Top 10 has also begun to stir up some debate: should the "divisions" of Danny's main character—like Fun Danny, Super Danny, and the failed clones—be considered side characters for this poll? And, if both of them make it into the Top 7, should they be combined into one day?

Below 10th, we also have some other characters making headway such as Angela Foley, Dairy King, Dan, Dash Baxter, Ember McLain, Ghostwriter, Freakshow, Johnny 13, Maddie the Cat, and Sidney Poindexter. But rest assured, there are many other characters inching up just below them!

If you haven't also caught wind, I have picked up a new recruit to help mod this competitive event. Everyone say hello and raise your pitchforks to @stealingyourbones! May she reign with an iron fist.

That's all for Day 2. I will check back in for Day 3's updated Top Ten list!

#danny phantom #dp side hoes week 2024 #keep the good work up!#and keep the votes rolling in!#for those wondering the google sign in requirement is so i can limit to 1 vote per person #aka so people dont stuff the polls #but i have the form set to NOT collect any emails #so i cannot see your google accounts #it's all anonymous to me

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