#welcome to your new hell

[local-pan-wizard]

Watching the difference between the Twitter migration mentality vs. the Reddit migration mentality is fucking hilarious.

Like, when Twitter users started moving over here everyone was pulling out all the stops and bringing back old fandoms that they were into and basically firing rent lowering shots by being super cringey.

And then all of the sudden when the Reddit refugees start showing up we're like, "ah yes, pull up a log and gather around the dumpster fire. We'll teach you how to not get killed by people hunting down bots and carve out a little area for you guys to relax and get used to the site before we throw you into the deep end of this hellsite that we call home. Tomorrow is Let Papyrus say Fuck day so you can prepare for that if you want. You want some hot coco and a blanket?"

#reddit blackout #reddit refugees #reddit #get comfy #welcome to your new hell #enjoy your time here #be ready to celebrate stupid holidays #let papyrus say fuck #undertale #deltarune #twitter #196

[redrobin-detective]

Iruma-kun, the Six Fingers and Humanity

I have been mulling over this idea for days as I devoured the Iruma-kun anime then manga and am still struggling to articulate it. The best I can boil down to is the whole goal of the Six Fingers and the return to origins is, unbeknownst to them, a desire to become more human.

I can understand, in a way, their frustration. Demons used to be merciless killers, where the strong surpassed the weak and magic, aggression and power won the day. Now we see they have idol concerts and theme parks and silly games to help demons safely purge their “wickedness” which is, in reality just another part of their nature. The majority of modern day demons deny a large part of themselves. The whole idea of a wicked cycle is endlessly fascinating to me, like this species has compartmentalized themselves so much that their pent up darker impulses periodically spring out and require them to be handled gently or hidden away. I can see how this practice is insulting and incredibly restrictive of what a demon is.

Now, right from the start, Iruma has stood out in the demon world for a few reasons. First and most obviously, he lacks any practical or cultural knowledge of demonic society. We see Iruma ignorantly stride past social norms and boundaries he didn’t even know existed. If it weren’t for his upbeat, people pleasing attitude he’d be written off as a delinquent but instead he helps foster an environment of change in a bunch of slackers and misguided students. And change is a radical concept in a society that hasn’t replaced the demon king in centuries since the old one disappeared. The effect of Iruma’s very presence, his enthusiasm and attitude and cooperative abilities can be seen so strongly on the Misfit class that its no wonder he’s become such a stand out student.

So I had heard of Irumean when I first started the series and had high expectations of him being a full on bastard. And he simply wasn’t. He was arrogant, reckless, rude at the worst but even those around him commented that his innate, unnatural kindness was still there. I argue because Irumean was never a true wicked cycle. It was Ali-san’s attempt to induce a demonic ritual onto him. But humans aren’t like demons, Iruma is a good, kind, patient boy due to his trauma and strength of character. At any point he could lash out in the most horrific fashion and leave everyone stunned because he is not bound such such strict rules of personality and conduct. His humanity is as much a strength as it is a weakness.

So according to recent chapters, Iruma has traces of Delkira’s energy. My first thought was that it was emanating from Ali-san, which is a distinct possibility but why was the ring attracted to Iruma in the first place? My next theory is that Delkira had some connection to humans as well. Either he’s a hafling or a demonized human or spent a significant amount of time in the human world. Either way, this human perspective is what made him so powerful, such an irreplaceable leader that his throne has remained empty for so long. One could even argue that the energy that the Six Fingers identify as ‘Delkira’ is actually just ‘human’ since the King’s energy is familiar while a human’s is not.

My whole round about point I’m doing a very poor job of explaining essentially boils down to, demons want to return to their origins to have more control over their baser instincts. Instincts and free will that humans, such as Iruma, possess naturally. But while Iruma has the capability for great evil, unrestrained by a set cycle, he also has such an overflowing well of love in him. Delkira, what little we’ve seen of him comes across as brash, fickle and cruel. You may note those are human traits as well. But Iruma also leads with kindness, dedication and teamwork. He will make a marvelous King because the humanity he brings to the table will help all of demonkind.

I do believe as the manga progresses we will see Iruma’s humanity become a  game changer in the battle against the Six Fingers. How he sees the world (both human and demon), how he interacts and inspires others, how he fights. Reaching a point where not only does Iruma stand up for himself but he is forced to cause harm (and by consequence addressing his people pleasing trauma) and behave in a manner not seen by demons outside of their wicked cycle. When he does, years down the road, become King, I believe he will address the concerns of factions like the Six Fingers. Demons are not meant to be fully contained but cannot be allowed to run rampant. With his feet in both worlds, I believe he will be able to balance both opposing views and ‘heal’ the underworld as the prophecy states. Not just from the instability of the Six Fingers but from this bizarre evolutionary cycle demons have fallen into over the centuries.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #iruma kun spoilers #not sure how to tag this?? #the wicked cycle is fascinating to me #so youre saying i can compile all my bitchy evil energy into a few day cycle?? #its absolutely insane if you think about it #and Yes wtds is a lovely lighthearted series that I adore but sometimes I think 'gosh this is tame for hell' #and i argue that its not supposed to be like this! #how they got stuck in this cycle is up for debate if it pre or post dates Delkira #the point remains that Iruma can and absolutely should go feral at some point #bc he is a human and his personality and actions are managed only by himself #I want all his people pleasing meek adorableness to backfire on him and we see a hint of the rage beneath #I want him to maim even kill in a rage bc the indignities done to him have been simmering for years and now someone is threatening his new h #*home #The six fingers want him bc of delkira yeah but also his ability to transcend the limits of being a modern demon #something something humans are the true demons the latter having managed themselves so tightly they no longer resemble demons of old #that Iruma even as good and pure as he is is still more alike Delkira than any modern demon #Ive kind of lost the bubble on this but things Ive been thinking about #Im all caught up and I feel Extreme Stress over the Diverticulum #i cant wait!

[separatist-apologist]

The Enemy

I would make you the enemy if I could

Summary: In order to kill his most hated enemy, Azriel has to kidnap Graysen Nolan's fiance.

Should be easy, right?

Chapter 4/5: Love Made Me Crazy | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Read on AO3

For @elainweekofficial- I am not following the prompts (as no prompts can contain me)

Elain didn’t know what to say once Azriel had her in the car. And for the long drive back to the cabin, the only sound that passed between them was their shared breathing. He’d put one warm, steady hand on her thigh—as if he suspected she was close to falling apart and needed something to ground her. 

She’d killed someone. A real person who’d been alive before he’d ever met her. Elain kept waiting for horror to replace the satisfaction she felt. She wasn’t happy she’d done it—but neither did she regret it. Maybe this was shock. Maybe horror would find her in a few hours.

But maybe it wouldn’t. And what did it say about her that it didn’t? 

Elain didn’t move when they reached the cabin, nor did she fight Azriel when he jogged to her door and all but lifted her out. He was afraid, and she couldn’t quite grasp why. He would have died, and that seemed so unthinkably foul to her that she wanted to shake him. She’d known, when she’d run out of that car, that she might hurt someone.

Known in theory, at any rate. It had been instinct that made her move from her hiding place, and fear that drove her to slam Azriel’s blade into Hyber’s neck. She wanted to tell him that, but Azriel’s hands were insistent as they tugged her up the drive, gripping her shoulders like he expected her to fall over at any moment. 

He didn’t take her to the couch like she expected, or even to bed. He brought her to the bathroom, reached through the glass door of the shower, and turned on the tap.

“Take it off,” he demanded. For one wild, almost silly moment, she thought he meant to—well, it didn’t matter. Because he took a step back when her fingers went to the hem of her shirt, and averted his gaze when the fabric plunked between them on the tile floor. Elain caught sight of herself in the mirror across the room.

Pale and wide-eyed—and splattered with blood. She looked awful, which she supposed explained his gruff, yet distant attempt at care. Was she supposed to laugh? To smile? He hadn’t spoken a word, and it occurred to her too late that perhaps he was horrified by her actions. 

She stood before him utterly naked, steam curling around her form. Azriel was staring at the wood wall just to the side, his chest rising and falling as if he’d run a marathon. 

“Wash yourself. I’ll—”

“Stay with me,” she demanded, grabbing his wrist. Azriel turned so, so slowly. She expected him to tell her no, which was foolish, in retrospect. He kept his eyes on her face even as he began stripping himself out that bloodied, armored suit. Elain could scarcely breathe as inch after glorious inch of his golden skin was revealed, nor when he was just as unclothed as she was. She took a step backward, reaching for his fingers to bring him with her. He stumbled forward, watching her with parted lips and the same streak of red smeared over his features.

“Why?” he demanded when the hot, unrelenting spray of water hit them both. “Why didn’t you run? Why aren’t you afraid?”

Elain reached for his jaw, brushing her fingers over the rough, dark stubble. “What is there to be afraid of?” she replied, her words half drowned. “You’ve never been cruel to me.”

Something she might have mistook for pain crossed his features. “I have. Unforgivably cruel.”

He was coming closer, crowding her between his body and the wall behind her. Elain pressed her palm to his bare stomach, hissing softly at the flexing muscle beneath. She didn’t dare look lower though she desperately wanted to. 

“Don’t I get to decide what you’ve done that I forgive?”

He brought his face closer, those bright eyes of his burning. More brown than green, and flecked with shimmering gold. “Is that what tonight was? Forgiveness?”

She sucked in a breath. “You know what that was.”

He groaned, snaking a strong arm around her slick body so there was no space between them. She could feel his cock then, thick and long and all but bruising when he wedged it against her hip bone. He gave her no opportunity to look, to admire him the way she wanted to because he’d kissed her.

It was, as far as first kisses went, absurd. Soaked and still bloodied, standing in a shower as captive and captor, Elain had to swallow a hysterical laugh. She doubted very much this was how he’d expected things to go when he’d snatched her from her room. Elain found she didn’t care. Not when her arms wound around his neck or his fingers came to her hair, angling her head so he could deepen the kiss between them. 

It was like magic. A man as brutal as Azriel should have kissed just the same. It should have felt like a claiming and yet it felt like a question. Soft, sweet—almost tentative at first. So at odds with how she was used to being kissed. He tasted warm and bright and Elain was drowning in it.

“You were supposed to leave,” he growled against her mouth, teeth nipping at her bottom lip. Lust bolted through her, filling Elain with heady excitement. 

“I know,” she agreed, dragging her nails down his back. Azriel kissed her again, his tongue meeting hers somewhere in between. They both moaned, pressing closer until his powerful thigh was between her legs. He had her pressed against the wall, one side of her body blasted with water, for all she noticed. All Elain could think of was his skin beneath his palms and his hands sliding up and down her slippery body.

“Tell me why you stayed.”

Elain moaned, arching her neck as he peppered kisses along her collarbone. Raking her fingers through dark hair, she replied, “You know why, Azriel.”

He groaned, sinking to his knees before her. Azriel’s large body took up most of the space in the shower, his scarred hands pushing apart her legs. She didn’t understand what he meant to do until he kissed just beneath her aching sex. Elain squirmed, unable to keep Graysen’s voice from her head—just for a moment. Eyes locked on Azriel’s, she could hear Graysen telling her how emasculating it was to get on his knees, how it made him flaccid and unaroused to put his mouth there. 

“What do you taste like, princess?” he whispered, his breath curling against her overheated skin. Elain raked her fingers through his thick hair, pushing Graysen out. She swallowed hard, drinking in the image of his broad shoulders covered in dark ink. She wanted to know what he tasted like too. What he sounded like when he came apart, how it felt to share a body with him. 

He didn’t wait for her response to take that first languid taste with the flat of his tongue. Azriel’s reverberating groan told Elain whatever he’d found between her legs, he liked. She did, too. His mouth was soft, teasing and Elain hadn’t realize how wound up she was until he’d begun to spread her apart. Azriel didn’t stop his slow exploration, acting as though he had all the time in the world. He reached for her ass, holding her up as he slung her other leg over his shoulder. She ought to have toppled to the ground. His strength kept her exactly where he wanted her, exactly as he wanted her. 

All but riding his face, if his excited mouth was anything to go by. Elain hadn’t meant to grind herself against him. Pleasure was making a mockery of her, turning her into a creature of need. He was moving so slowly, his tongue making slow circles over her clit. She needed more. More of him, more of this. Of them. Azriel might have had time, but Elain did not. If she didn’t have him now, she thought she might combust. 

After all, she’d had to watch the beating Hybern had given him. And she’d have been the one to watch him die in that filthy corner. They were alive and they were together. What had he said to her?

Let’s get you home. 

So she ground herself against him, gripping his hair so tight she thought it must hurt him. Azriel only groaned, tugging her closer to all but ride his face. “That’s it, princess,” he said, his voice ragged with unspent need. “Take what you want.”

“I want you,” she replied, her back arching off the wet tile behind her. “Az, I want—”

His tongue slid into her body, pulling a soft shriek from her lips. It was a mimicry of the fucking she’d beg him for later—assuming she had to beg at all. “Can’t think when you say my name like that,” he managed, his own hips thrusting forward. She could just see the tip of him jutting from between his legs, hidden from view by virtue of how they were positioned. Elain wished they were anywhere else, somewhere she could touch him fully, where she could sink to her knees and—

“Say it again.

“Az,” she breathed, turning another thrust of his tongue and a moan from his lips. He licked faster, his tongue sliding the length of her over and over until Elain was being driven mad, until she was drunk with pleasure, all but burning with it. Elain couldn’t remember the last time she’d come from something other than her own hands or a battery operated toy. But right then, her skin scalding beneath the spraying shower, Elain broke apart around his face, gripping his hair to keep him moving, to ride her through the bright spark of pleasure burning a wildfire through her. 

He probably would have kept going had she not tugged him off her. Had she not, with nails digging sharply against his shoulder, pulled him upward. Azriel hauled her upward, letting her wrap her legs around his waist as he held her with ease. 

And when he kissed her, Elain tasted herself on his tongue, the sweet, muskiness of it only adding to the arousal she still felt. 

“Az,” she breathed against his mouth.

“Yes?” he responded, one wet hand sliding up her spine.

“I want more.”

Their eyes met, and powerful, terrifying, violent Azriel shuddered.

“You can have whatever you want.”

AZRIEL: 

The walk to the bed was agony. Elain was in his arms, kissing the side of his neck as she rubbed her slick body against him and all Azriel wanted to do was throw her against the edge of the sink and fuck her sensless. Fuck her until she’d forgotten who he was and who she was. Until she wasn’t the princess and he wasn’t the monster—until she was his and only his. 

But she was a princess, and to that end, he wanted to have her in a bed the first time. He’d have her everywhere else for the duration of her captivity and then…and then he didn’t know. He’d have to let her go and Elain might very well leave him.

Maybe she’d stay.

Her words were still ringing in his ears, loud enough she could have been shouting them. 

Don’t you dare touch him.

And in his entire, brutal life, Azriel could scarcely think of a time someone had come to his defense like that. His brothers, perhaps, but they were always armed, always certain of their own strength, their own success. Elain was untrained, untested. And still she’d run into gunfire, into danger.

For him.

It was that thought that bolstered him, that offered him just enough hope. He laid her out against the ugly blue and black plaid bedspread, bought cheaply years ago so there’d be something useful to sleep beneath without anyone caring if it was ruined. It seemed sacrilegious to put her on it. The only other option was the couch and while he desperately wanted to fuck her there, it had to be the bed the first time.

He had to prove he could be gentle—that he could be kind. 

“Elain,” he breathed, joining her on the soft mattress. She looked at him with wide, lust fogged eyes as she reached for him. He settled between her parted legs, committing her naked body to memory. Azriel had been with his fair share of women. None of it had ever come close to how he felt now. Coming out of his skin, nearly bursting with flame. 

The taste of her pussy was still in his mouth, drowning out his ability to be rational. He scooted forward, taking his cock in his hand while Elain leaned up on her elbows to look. Azriel crept forward until he could rub his aching skin against her own, moaning softly at how wet and warm she was.

The long, thick length of him jutted past her hips, resting between her legs when he stilled his movements so could really look at him. He knew he must be nothing like the men she was used to. Not clean cut, not sweet, not soft. Azriel heard her swallow before reaching for him, curling one of her small hands around his shaft tight enough to rob him of his reason. Her fingers just barely met, the sight of which filled him with something primal.

Something instinctual. 

She stroked him, looking from his cock to his face. 

“Can you take it?” he asked her, adjusting his plans for the possibility she might tell him no.

“I’ll take whatever you give me,” Elain replied, unaware of how her words all but shattered him. 

“I’m not a nice man,” he warned her, pulling himself from her grip. 

“I never thought you were,” she replied, smart mouthed as ever. Maybe she wasn’t nice, either. Maybe that sweetness, those doe-eyes, were just a mask like the one he so often wore. And maybe, he thought as he lined himself up with her own body, Elain was no different than he was. Azriel punctuated his point by thrusting himself into her in one fluid, near brutal motion. Elain gasped, her back arching off the bed involuntarily.

He could have come from the sight of her alone. The feel of her body, though. Azriel was wrecked. She was wrapped around him like a silken fist, tight and warm. A second skin rubbing against his own, reminding him he ought to have taken more care.

He dragged himself out to the tip, groaning as he went. 

He wasn’t giving her back. Fuck Rhys, and fuck Graysen, too. Elain was his, and when her father paid the fucking ransom, Azriel was going to keep her anyway. 

He thrust back in. Elain screamed softly—not from pain, but the same drowning pleasure he felt, too. Clenched around him, Azriel knew there was no atrocity he wouldn’t have committed to keep her. This was madness, it was insanity.

"Look at how well you take my cock," he whispered, losing himself when she scratched sharply down his back. 

Heaven and hell all at once. She was a goddess, an ethereal creature come to torture him and he was her worshipful acolyte, her willing slave. Again and again, Azriel thrust himself brutally into her body and again and again Elain rose to meet him. Collapsing against her, Azriel reached for her, kissing her if only to have a little taste of the woman who was so thoroughly unmaking him. He couldn’t tell her the truth of things, the words too much for him. Words he’d never said to another person, words until that night he didn’t think he was capable of feeling at all.

He reached between them, rubbing at her clit so he could feel her break apart around him. He needed to feel her come. 

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his other hand curling around her neck. Elain gripped his wrist, fingers spread around his scars. She wasn’t afraid and she wasn’t repulsed. Her lips found his, kissing frantically until there was nothing but their panting breaths and the slap of flesh meeting flesh. 

Azriel squeezed her throat until Elain gasped, her eyes flying open to look at him. He merely held her gaze, thrusting viciously in her body until Elain’s back arched and she screamed, a rasping sound given the pressure he was putting on her neck. He could feel the rippling orgasm around his own cock, the force with which she’d come apart, squeezing around him like a vice so tight his hips jerked out of rhythm and he was all but rutting into her. 

He’d meant to fuck her into oblivion a second time before he ever came the first, but her pussy was gushingly wet and Azriel had lost all pretense of control. He came with a near whimpering cry, spilling into her with reckless, careless abandon. It didn’t matter, he thought wildly. She belonged to him and he belonged to her. There ought to be nothing between them. 

His heart pounded wildly as Azriel tried—and failed—to come to his senses. He kept stroking long after he’d come, sliding against her arousal and his come without a care. She was still kissing him, slow and long and deep, her arms tangled around his neck. 

“I’m not done with you,” he whispered, marveling at the spike of arousal pulsating through him. It was usually right here that all Azriel’s regrets and good sense came crashing through. Just after finishing that found him wondering why he’d pinned that woman to the bed, why he’d fucked her at all.

But with Elain—fuck with Elain—he found himself asking why he’d stopped. Why he wasn’t still wringing pleasure from her? He wanted her satiated and exhausted, too tired to consider what they’d just done—and perhaps, her own regrets. 

“Will you stay with me tonight?” she asked him through bright, swollen lips. Azriel brushed little tendrils of damp hair from her face. He could still see the blood streaked over her skin, though the shower had washed it away. Could still see his knife clutched in her hands, could hear her voice whispered in the violent, inky dark.

Don’t you dare touch him. 

“Yes,” he rasped. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Though, he wasn’t staying in this ugly bed, either. Pulling himself out of her was hell made slightly better when he got to watch his own come slide out of her. He couldn’t help himself when he slid his thumb over the lips of her pussy, pushing the fluid back into her body.

Nor could he stop himself when he leaned back over her and smeared both their arousal against her swollen lips.

Elain huffed out a breath even as her tongue darted between her teeth to taste them both. “You’re disgusting.” “You have no idea how disgusting I am,” he replied, raking his eyes down her perfect body. 

Challenge streaked through those brown eyes. “Oh yeah? Show me.”

He couldn’t help himself or the laugh that ripped out of him. “I’m starting to think you’re not a princess at all.”

“I tried to tell you,” she replied, smiling right back. Azriel licked his lips before hoisting her up, surprised by how shaky his legs were as he brought them both off that ugly fucking bed. “Are you going to chain me to the radiator now?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he warned, walking her out to the living room. “I think I’d like you on your knees, hands tied behind your back.”

“And what would I be doing?” she asked breathlessly, licking the column of his throat. Goosebumps erupted over Azriels skin. “Choking on my cock, sweetheart.”

Elain’s teeth sank against his shoulder roughly, biting him hard enough to bruise. Azriel’s cock bobbed viciously between his legs, eddying all other thoughts from his mind. Had he ever been so turned on in his life? 

There was a pause of silence as Azriel set her on the back of the couch. One where she studied his face curiously before accusing, “You liked that.”

Azriel made a show of cocking his head, of sweeping his eyes down her body before coming back to her face. “And?”

“Maybe I should bite you harder,” she replied breathlessly, sliding to her feet. He crowded her space again if only to feel her breasts rub against his chest. Sinking to her knees with an elegant sort of grace, she continued, “Maybe I should tie you to the radiator.”

Azriel’s response choked into a desperate moan when she gripped him and licked the long length of him. 

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he told her, hardly sounding confident. He sounded like a breathless mess. Elain looked up through those dark lashes and he wondered if he wasn’t making a mistake, letting her have him like this. If he shouldn’t wrap her up in a blanket and let her cry.

Elain sucked him into her throat before he could even try, and—well, Azriel was still a man, after all. And Elain had killed his most hated enemy for him. To save his life. If this was what she wanted in the aftermath, who was he to stop her? 

To tell her no?

Even if he’d wanted to—and he didn’t—Azriel had already plunged his fingers in her hair and was panting yes, and fuck me don’t stop like some kind of wild animal. There were noises escaping his throat he’d never heard himself make before, that sounded distinctly like whimpering pleas. 

He’d once prided himself on his control. He could go forever, could hold back his need to come until he was ready. Not anymore. Not when her mouth was the softest thing he’d ever felt in his life, moving in time with her pretty hand as she hummed and gagged her own pleasure. He felt brand new, like he’d never once had sex before.

Maybe he hadn’t. Not like this. 

Hands knotted in those buttery brown curls, Azriel came so hard his vision went spotty and his legs shook violently. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from her or the mix of saliva and come dripping down her chin and onto her perky, perfect breasts. 

She pulled back with a shit eating grin. “That was quick- Az put me down!” she squealed, legs flying when he pulled her up and tossed her to the couch.

“Not a fucking chance, princess.”

ELAIN:

She’d never slept so good in her life. Elain woke up close to ten thirty plastered to Azriel’s naked chest. He held her tight, his breathing even. She didn’t think she’d seen him ever sleep so deep, and certainly not as long. Elain was careful to untangle herself from him so he could continue to rest while she showered quickly. 

An actual shower, and not the half assed rinse they’d done before he gotten on his knees and gone down on her. She couldn’t think about that—or the other times he’d done it, either—or she’d go wake him up and beg him to lick her again.

And again.

Instead, Elain thought of Hybern and the knife she’d plunged in his neck. Azriel had killed him, though she had no illusions Hybern would have died eventually from the wound she’d given him. Azriel had done such a good job distracting her last night that there was no need to think about what she’d done.

Pulling on one of his shirts so she could wear it like a dress, Elain did think about it. Replaying the moment she’d stabbed him in her head like a movie, without rearranging things to make her seem better. 

Because the truth was, Elain could have stayed where she was and Hybern would never have known. He’d have killed Azriel and left her there, unaware of her presence. More damning still, was the reminder she could have stolen his car and gone home. Elain had gone looking for him, knife in hand, and when she’d killed Hybern, it had been because she wanted to kill him. 

And if Elain was even more honest, she didn’t feel an ounce of guilt about it.

She’d do it again, if she had to make the same choice.

It was strange how that thought gave Elain peace. She padded back to the living room where Azriel was still asleep, one heavy leg hanging off the couch. He was half covered by a blanket and so very beautiful in the warm morning light. Elain shook off the surge of affection she felt, or the hammering emotions vying for dominance in her chest. She needed to officially end things with Graysen before she dumped all that in Azriel’s lap.

It lingered, though. Killing Hybern was fine, apparently, but her unfinished business with Graysen was intolerable. Elain focused herself on cooking breakfast, and when he crept up on her, wrapping strong arms around her middle while burying his face in the crook of her neck, she nearly doused them both in bacon grease. 

“Where did you go?” he murmured, kissing just beneath her jaw.

“I was hungry,” she told him, leaning against the solid, steady warmth of his body. “I figured you must be, too.”

“Hungry for—”

“Don’t you dare,” she hissed, twisting in his grip. Azriel took that opportunity to steal a kiss, holding her cheek in one of his scarred hands. 

“I was thinking we could do something today,” he began once Elain pulled back, carefully scooping her bacon onto a folded paper towel.

“Like what?” 

Elain expected him to ask to play more games or, perhaps, to climb back in his lap. He’d thrown on a pair of athletic shorts, slung just low enough over his muscular hips that she could see the carved vee pointing straight at his cock.

“Like my place in the city,” he said casually, walking around the kitchen island. Elain was so busy watching the muscles of his back bunch and shift that she only barely heard him.

“What?” she asked breathlessly.

Azriel leveled a dark stare. “Where do you plan to live when this is all over?”

“I…”

His expression was so guarded, fingers drumming against the faux marble countertop. “I hadn’t thought about it,” she finally admitted. “Did my father pay the ransom?”

“No,” Azriel replied. “But he will. Unless…”

Elain held her breath while Azriel seemed to force himself to continue. “Unless you’re going back to Graysen?”

She burst out laughing, “No. Of course not,” she added, crossing her arms over her chest. “Surely you have to know that I…” that I think I might love you, insane as it sounds. Elain cleared her throat. “I would haven’t done what we did last night if I planned to go back. Before you so rudely kidnapped me—”

“I think you mean romantically kidnapped you,” Azriel deadpanned. Elain smothered a smile.

“I was going to end things with him anyway. You’ve merely dragged this out an extra two weeks.”

He didn’t react. “Oh.”

“But I have my own place in the city, as you so well know,” Elain said, narrowing her eyes. “And I would much prefer, if you’ve decided we’re going to live together, that you moved in with me.”

He narrowed his eyes. “My apartment is better guarded.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, turning for plates. “And tell me about the color scheme, Az. All black? Minimalism?”

There was a long stretch of silence.

“You could repaint—”

“Or you could box up your six pairs of t-shirts and come live with me,” she returned blithely, scooping eggs on a plate. Azriel scowled.

“That isn’t my sort of place.”

“Then maybe I’m not your sort of girl.”

His mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”

“I think you owe me,” she said, holding his stare. “And that neighborhood is my sort of place.” Elain hated how her bottom lip trembled, how she was already so close to losing him before she’d ever really had him. All Graysen had ever done was make demands while she made concessions. Elain compromised and men got everything they wanted.

Azriel cocked his head. 

“Your neighbors won’t like having me next door,” he said, watching her with that predators stare.

“Well, I was planning on introducing you as Azriel the mobster, but I suppose I could just say nothing and they’d have to mind their own business.”

He looked down at his fingers, blinking once, and then again. “I ah…I suppose if that’s what you want—”

“It is,” she said, carefully to keep her voice soft. His eyes raised to her face. 

“And you want me?” he clarified. 

“Yes.”

He nodded. “Will you compromise with me? My place, just until the break up is settled—and I know he isn’t going to try and drag you back. I swear,” he added, as if he could hear the brewing argument. “You can help me pack. I’m not in love with that place.”

His words hung in the air, though Elain didn’t dare press. 

It was smart, in truth. Graysen was likely to try and track her down, and the last thing she needed was a violent altercation on her front steps, especially when Azriel was volatile and unconcerned about getting his knuckles bloody. 

“The minute he takes the hint, you’re in my bed.” Azriel placed his hand over his heart. “Pink sheets and all.”

She slid a plate toward him. “Eat, then. I want to see the squalor you live in.”

A smile slid over his face. “I think you want an excuse to fuck me in my own bed.”

“I don’t think I need an excuse,” she replied, forking fluffy eggs into her mouth. “In fact, I think I could have you simply by snapping my fingers.”

His fork clattered to the plate. “Want to test that theory, princess?”

Elain took another bite, holding that lethal stare. She raised her hand so, so slowly, well aware he was watching her every move. 

Elain snapped and Azriel lunged with a growl. She didn’t make it far, rounding the corner when Azriel feinted, only to twist and catch her around the middle. 

“One of these days, when it’s warm,” he breathed against her neck, dragging her back to the couch, “I’m going to unleash you in the woods and fuck you in the dirt.”

“You're depraved,” she breathed when he pulled them to the cushions.

“You like it,” was his eloquent reply, adding, “Now baby. Please. Ride my face.”

And who was she to tell him no? 

It took them three hours to convince the other to get dressed and in the car—not counting how Azriel had immediately flung his seat back and pulled her into her lap as he declared he needed to fuck her everywhere. Their situation felt tenuous, as if one wrong movement would see him pulling over to fuck her again.

She was sore, could still feel him buried inside her even though she was separated from him by clothes and the center dash. Though, he had placed a hand on her thigh, squeezing every so often as though to assure himself she was still there.

Elain ran her fingers over his knuckles. “What happened?” she asked, turning the music down.

He glanced over, a muscle feathering in his jaw. “My father wanted to teach me a lesson.”

Elain blinked. “Your—what?”

“I was always reaching for my mother and he wanted me to be a man,” Azriel told her roughly, his eyes glazing over. “So he dipped my hands in oil and—”

“Stop it,” she whispered, squeezing tightly. “Don’t—I—” she blinked away angry tears. “Is he still alive?”

A haunted smile told her no, even as he asked, “Why? Do you plan to defend my honor again?”

“Yes.” She was surprised by the vehemence in her voice. “I would.”

“You’re so blood thirsty, princess.”

Sweeping her thumb over his scarred hand, Elain murmured, “I’m sorry someone did that to you.”

He took a deep breath. “I believe you are.”

The urge to tell him how she felt about him rose into her throat again, swallowed quickly when he pulled into a parking garage. 

Not yet, something soft whispered. She didn’t want the memory of those words tainted by the threat of Graysen and intended to ask Azriel if he’d let her call him once they got back home. Surely there was no more pretense he was actually holding her hostage. Not when she was perfectly content to be there with him, and would have spent another two weeks holed up playing video games and cooking and watching Spanish soap operas. 

No one stopped them when they reached the lobby, though a doorman did greet him as Mr. Moreno, which sent Elain spiraling into giggles. Azriel scowled, fingertips pressed against the small of her back while herding her into an elevator. 

There was another round of giggling when he led her inside, revealing a spartanly decorated space in clean lines of black and silver. Azriel stalked in, ignoring her breathless laughter though the twitching corners of her lips told her he wasn’t that annoyed. Merely amused by her reaction and, perhaps, secretly pleased to be the subject of her joy.

Maybe she was projecting that hope, though. 

He reached for her, fingers gliding over the floral fabric of her blue and yellow patterned sundress, while his other hand tucked a curl behind her ear. “How’s this for a couple weeks?” Elain looked over his broad shoulder, rising up on her tiptoes to survey the spacious living room. 

“Another couch, I see,” she teased, thinking the nice leather didn’t seem like the sort of place she ought to put her bare ass.

“My bed is much nicer,” he told her, pulling her with him through a half open door. “And has the better television.”

He wasn’t lying about that. Azriel’s bed looked big enough for four men his size, framed by a wall of glass windows overlooking the city. Across was a massive television framed in more silver.

A shelf just beneath held sleek gaming systems, she assumed to play more than racing games. 

“Want to see the closet?” he asked, pulling her further across the room, where she found a darkened bathroom and, just across, a walk in closet he was not making good use of. “For all your shoes.”

She pulled from his grasp. “What do you know about my shoes?”

His smile was lascivious. “Almost as much as I know about your underwear.”

She swatted at his stomach. “Snoop.”

“Do you like it, though?”

“Temporarily,” she agreed. That seemed to satisfy him, though. Enough for him to pull her back against him for a slow, deep kiss. It seemed like a dream—that this was happening, that she could have him, could stay in her home. 

“I’ll take whatever you’re offering,” Azriel told her. She believed it, though she needed to hear him say more.

“And if I wanted to leave you?” she breathed, lips ghosting over his own.

“I hope you kill me before you go,” he replied, threading his fingers through her hair to pull her back for a bruising kiss. “I don’t think I could stand living like I was before.”

With his tongue in her mouth, there was no way for her to respond to that. Maybe that was for the best, because Elain might have told him everything. She might have confided how miserable she was leading up to the days before he’d shown up, how she’d gone home that day expecting to find nothing but misery.

How in his own weird, roundabout way, he’d saved her. And even though she knew he thought of himself as a monster, Elain didn’t think that was true. Not to her, anyway. No, to Elain, Azriel had rescued her. He had saved her. 

They spent the night there, doing nothing but touching—so much endless, desperate touching. And when the first light of dawn poked through the glass, settling like golden shadow against his face, Elain forced herself to say the things she didn’t want to.

Rolled on her bare stomach, still dripping from the mess he’d made between her thighs, Elain brushed thick locks of his dark hair off his face. 

“I want to call Graysen today.”

Azriel stiffened. “No. Absolutely not.”

“I want to end things—”

“Your father hasn’t paid the ransom,” he reminded her, as if Elain cared.

“I’ll pay it,” she said. Azriel narrowed his eyes.

“Then what lesson does your father learn?”

She blinked. “Who cares?”

He raised himself up on his elbows. “This is about more than just me and you.”

Cold disappointment tingled down her spine, causing her heart to race. “So what is it, then? I continue to date him until when, exactly? It no longer benefits you?”

Azriel winced. “Of course not.”

“What happens when he never pays, Az? Am I to be your captor forever? Or what—your boss says you better kill me—”

“Stop it,” he whispered, his voice vicious. Elain scrambled back, nearly falling off the bed when he lunged. It did her no good given how much faster Azriel was, how much stronger. He yanked her beneath him and when Elain slapped at his chest, he responded by kissing her roughly. Elain went to hit him across the face but Azriel was always one step ahead of her. He pinned her wrists over her head while leveraging his much larger body to keep her pinned to the bed.

“Let me go,” she whispered, hating the way tears burned in her throat. 

“No,” he replied, cocking his head. Guessing correctly that the last thing she wanted was for him to take his hands off her. “Not now, not ever.”

“I hate him,” she whispered, turning her face so Azriel wouldn’t see her cry. “I hate him so much.”

“I know you do,” he replied with a sigh. “Trust me, Elain. Trust me.”

Elain drew breath. “This is going to end in heartache, Az.”

“It won’t,” he disagreed, using his free hand to tilt her chin so she had to look back at him. “Trust me, princess.”

Elain closed her eyes, willing herself not to admit that she did. He knew it, though. He knew when he kissed her and certainly when he released his hold on her wrists. If he hadn’t, though, he would have when she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Everything is going to be fine,” he told her, fingers stroking her cheek. “No one is going to hurt you. Never again, Elain.”

She could have drowned in that dark, hazel stare. 

“I want to be free of him.”

“You already are,” Azriel insisted, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “I swear it.”

Elain breathed in the heady, masculine scent of his skin as she forced herself to calm down. Azriel held her, face buried in her hair as he whispered, “It was over before I met you. You owe him nothing.”

“What if it had been you?” she asked him, letting him raise himself up on his elbows. “If I had been taken from you?”

Anger flashed hotly over his features. “If he tried to take you from me?” Azriel asked her, those eyes darker than she’d ever seen them.

“Yes. You…you wouldn’t give him money—”

“I would,” he interrupted, his voice icy. “I would have paid him for you, and then I would have killed him for daring to touch you as soon as I had you back. Don’t doubt for a second the depths I’d go to keep you. There is no low I wouldn’t stoop, Elain.”

She shivered, despite the warmth radiating from him. 

“You’re mine,” he said, mouth against her neck. “You must know it, now.”

She was his the moment she’d plunged that knife in Hyberns neck. She started to just tell him, but the shrill ring of his phone took him away. Scowling and swearing under his breath, but away all the same.

Elain quietly dressed as Azriel barked one word responses into the phone. By the time he turned, she knew exactly what he was going to say. His eyes raked over the dress, lips forming the most pathetic frown.

“Come on,” he said, sighing heavily. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Back to the cabin?” she guessed. Azriel nodded. 

“Just a few more days. A week, max. Princess, come on. Don’t look at me with those eyes. I can’t stand it.”

He was quick to throw something on before coming back to her, too clothed for her liking. Elain skittered back, determined to still be upset with him. Azriel wasn’t having it.

 “Tell me what you’ll do when we’re free of this,” he demanded, hoisting her up in his arms with ease. “Besides me. The very first thing—besides swallow my cock—did you just bite me?”

He didn’t release her, and how he managed to get them out the door was a mystery. “You’re very biteable.”

“You’re a brat,” he replied, affection lacing the words. “Tell me what you want to do first?”

Elain pressed her cheek against his chest. “Anything I want?”

“I already said you can’t ask for my cock—don’t you dare bite me again.”

She was laughing, their earlier argument forgotten as he brought her into the deserted elevator. “I want my own bakery.”

“Like…to own a bakery?”

“Yes,” she replied, looking up at him. There was an almost dreamy quality to his expression, softening the sharpness of his beautiful face. 

“I know just the place,” he said. Elain’s stomach flipped in her stomach. One day she swore she’d tell him everything. How these small, inconsequential moments meant everything to her—how his hopes about her future, one that he wanted to share with her, had convinced her she loved him. 

Instead, Elain slid happily back into the car and convinced him with relative ease to let her pick the music. And though he complained, he didn’t stop her from turning it up loud or singing along, nor did he take his hand off her knee. In fact, she’d never seen him so relaxed when they reached the snowy drive of the cabin. He was grinning when he jogged over to her door, offering her a broad hand so she didn’t slip on ice. 

“I was thinking,” he began, one arm slung over her shoulder. “That tonight we could cook dinner again—”

Elain didn’t register what happened with any immediacy. He’d been smiling when he pulled open the front door, and then he wasn’t. His body was over hers—and she was on the ground. Ears ringing in her skull while something wet dripped over her chest.

Azriel’s voice came back to her first. “Get up—baby get up—”

She couldn’t move. Elain blinked, reaching for him. There was blood on his shirt. Azriel twisted, looking at something in the hall she couldn’t see.

“You’re hurt,” she whispered, willing herself to stand up. Azriel was positioned defensively, eyes darting between her and the couch she could just barely see. “Az—”

“Baby,” he interrupted with those frantic eyes. “Princess. You’re okay. Just—just take a breath.”

“You’re hurt,” she repeated, the words metallic on her tongue. She could taste blood in her mouth. 

Azriel winced, his hand pressed against his side. “There’s a gun,” he told her, nodding toward the couch. “Go—”

Elain did move then, leaving him in front of the open door to rip the cushions off the couch. She found the gun he’d once told her was unloaded—the liar—and made her way back to him mere moments before Graysen stepped around the corner. He was flanked by two burly looking men she’d never seen, both with guns trained on Azriel.

She was going to be sick. “Gray,” she said, one hand thrown over Azriel’s form. “What have you done?”

“I’ve rescued you,” he said coldly. “Where is your gratitude, Elain?”

A nightmare was unfurling before her eyes. Elain could see how this would play out and wondered if there was a way it could end without Azriel’s death. 

“You’ve shot a man,” she said, tugging Azriel’s bicep. They hadn’t seemed to realize she’d tucked a gun under Azriel’s body, perhaps assuming she wouldn’t dare try and help him. “I’m not hurt. See?”

Graysen’s eyes raked over her darkly. She could read every terrible thought on his face.

“I suppose he didn’t have the time, given he was fucking you like an animal.”

“Gray—”

“Get up,” he ordered. “Get the fuck up right now.”

Elain stood slowly. “Swear you won’t hurt him.”

Two guns shifted, pointed directly at her. “I’ll kill you!” Azriel swore from the ground, for all the good it did. Elain swallowed her fear, heart pounding wildly in her chest.

“Gray,” she whispered. “It’s over. I’m not hurt–you’re not like him. You’re not…you’re not a killer. Please,” she added, praying he thought her tears were for him and not the bleeding man at her feet. “Please just—let's just go home. Please?”

Graysen looked at Azriel, his hatred plain. “If I leave him unharmed, you’ll come home with me?”

“Yes,” she agreed, not daring to look at Azriel. Would he understand this bargain was for his life? That Elain would have done anything to keep him from dying in front of her. 

Graysen nodded at the men beside him, who dropped their guns. Elain exhaled before forcing a smile on her face. “You found me.”

Graysen stepped over Azriel’s body like it was worth nothing and Elain didn’t dare look down. “Of course I found you,” he said, pressing the worst kiss she’d ever tasted to her salt soaked mouth. “Did you doubt I would?”

“No,” she lied, watching the men with guns follow just behind. Elain stepped into the cold, not daring to look back at Azriel.

A hand curled around her arm, pulling her toward a car she hadn’t seen when she’d pulled up. Someone was driving—had they been followed? Graysen wasn’t touching her as he strode toward the passenger door. It was one of the men with guns dragging her now.

The other was still standing by the cabin. She couldn't see Azriel any more.

“Get in, Elain,” Graysen said. 

“Gray,” Elain tried, her desperation betraying her. Had she truly believed just this once Graysen would be honorable? That just this once he wasn’t a liar? 

“Kill him.”

Elain screamed, twisting against the bruising grip on her arm. She was shoved viciously into the same car Graysen was in, the door slammed in her face before she could catch her breath. The second man began prowling forward while Elain ripped at the door handle, but it was no use. 

“Look what you made me do, Elain,” Graysen said as the car backed out of the drive. “Did you have fun fucking the monster?”

The sound of gunfire punctuated the question. Graysen, of course, didn’t really want an answer, nor did he expect one. 

Elain swallowed the urge to cry. She hadn’t gotten to tell Azriel she loved him, and he’d died not knowing. It was all she could think about. He hadn’t known. He’d died planning to help her open a bakery—had died planning dinner. 

She hadn’t told him she loved him.

Graysen had no idea what a monster was.

Elain was going to show him.

#elriel #elain x azriel #dont look at me like that #im not azriel im not moved by your eyes #you should know if you see a separatist apologist mafia fic that this is the direction we're going #and if youre new here welcome to hell

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!

Here you go! For you, an amazing artist and creator who always hides your best things in the tags!

!!! !!!!! my tablet is Dead but rest assured i am holding the star over my head and staring very hard at it!!!

#punching the air hell Yeah my tag reputation is carrying over onto this blog... slowly.... #i take the star and copy paste and hand the copy back #im very much an enjoyer of your Writer #which i think you know! but! i'd like to reiterate! #rambles from the bog #actually wait im checking your ao3 rn and oooo it looks like you've posted something ~New~ #i have no idea what the fuck children of the sky is but heyyyy its also welcome home! gonna read it anyway! im sure its good! #that will be something to read over breakfast #cause i am falling asleep at my desk rn. sleep time. diet death subscription time <3 #BUT YEAH THANK YOU THANK YOU YOU'RE ALSO AN AMAZING CREATOR #gonna gaze at my ceiling glow stars and imagine them as the heartfelt stars i have received tonight

[pinkbowsandprettyprose]

…aaaaand here come all of the Ao3 notifications 💀⚰️

#predictable but LMAO #to everyone new here welcome to kishigo fanfic hell I will be your host #my writing #sorry I haven’t updated my latest fic in a hot second #I was busy shitposting

[kyistell]

This was just a random idea I had. In my brain Central Jersey is the Jersey that shows the most, problem is is since CJ is so...let's go with disconnected, with the rest of the country he gets overwhelmed, and sure North could just switch in and South could do the same if they all wanted to scare the others with a southern accent that has the slang of the California coast, but watching a place that doesn't exist (it totally does btw) is way funnier.

Besides, by now all the other states that aren't the OG13 think that New Jersey has brown-looks red in certain light-eyes and it would scare the devil out of 'em if they see the red eyes that North actually has (and considering it's HIS body, it is far to tempting).

Also is it obvious that I love the idea that it's the Jersey's and not just Jersey, like I live here, if it's one singular state then I'm from Pennsylvania (I may have been born there but I sure as heaven ain't from there). Jersey would be three different states if we wanted to be associated with the rest of the country more than we already are, that and we may not agree on things but we don't HATE each other, we leave that for the rest of the country (plus let's be real, central wouldn't exist and then what would north and south argue about?)

Anyway as a proud Centralian looking at the news of the rest of the country is overwhelming, I just want to go skating, to the arcade, and continue lovin our favorite Devil, and down the shore when it's nice (and no, down don't mean literally down, though normally we are going down).

#welcome to the table #wttt #wttt new jersey #wttsh new jersey #wttt south jersey #wttt central jersey #wttt fanart #wttt headcanons #technically #gosh i love my state #we stay out of the way #generally #we're pretty simple #well to those who live here #and only sometimes #but we are consistently north #except we aren't #at all whatso ever #honestly we are more inconsistent than the whole country #and lets face it jersey could be its own country and be pretty much the same #hell maybe even better #anyway #jersey is probably the southern state of the north #its real northern in some places #but the rest #well it gets more southern the more your in...different places #honestly its hard to tell when your north or south if there aren't mountains or swamps or the ocean #like incredibly hard #it really shouldnt be #the south of the state should be southern

[lunarflare64]

I never claimed to be the responsible one in this body *takes a sip of whiskey on a completely empty stomach, having last eaten 11 hours ago and it only being half a bag of chips, no breakfast to speak of*

#look i dont think i was the one that fucked up breakfast but come on #who the hell looks away from food in this adhd ass body? #we all know if we dont immediately dig in we'll forget it exists and it'll get gross #so no breakfast and all i could manage to handle was the chips and nothing else sooooo #nothing went to plan today our life is in shambles #we should never rely on other people to do fucking anything and we should never plan around them either #didnt do chores didnt eat its a fucking miracle we took our meds #im gonna fucking drink and we're gonna TRY to not be snappish at our mum for not at least notifying us that the plans were cancelled #cant entirely blame her shes showing signs of VERY early stages of dementia. her memory isnt gonna last forever #and she doesnt have the coping mechanisms we have with our memory issues because shes used to having a reliable memory to fall back on #it'll take time for her to adjust to her brain being unreliable like this and it'll take longer than it took for us #amnesia from childhood is VERY different from amnesia appearing late into adulthood ('late' shes 41) #its gotta be weird and probably very upsetting #we were a little confused about it at first when she took our reminders as insults #if youre new to memory struggles reminders are helpful right? wrong. its not about practicality its about being deemed as unreliable #even if its true in a completely objective sense #whatever we know theres times where we wont completely understand what shes dealing with - different experiences and all that #the tism on our end doesnt help #we just cant tell when reminders are welcome so we dont give them at all anymore #even when it fucks us over - like today! ☆ #gods we're tired

[martyrbat]

Of creature of the woods give me your wisdom. I really want to read batman comics but I have no clue where to start it's so overwhelming *dies*

omg hiii <333

super sorry for how late this is, i been busy all day !!!! im beyond honoured you thought of me to come to for Batman recs !! but i MUST give credits to my friend instead because their list is how I got into Batman comics!!

this !! is a great Batman reading list for a general use/reference! i know it can be super intimidating at first but you are SO brave and can do it! I promise it gets easier once you start getting into the swing of things! North did a great job in picking the comic issues/arcs so you can get a variety of stories and i can 1000% vouch for their recs!! (i think my personal favourite is Dark Knight, Dark City fyi!!)

another list from them :)

admittedly, I skip around in comics A LOT and just take a glance at a wiki to make sure im a starting a mini story arc in the right spot/it's just a standalone. but north's lists helped me when I was first getting into comics to make it a little less scary and i still look at it for a general use/remember my favourites! if you're just starting to read Batman comics, i cannot recommend them enough !!! :33

another friend of mine has this rec list too and some great for Batman Black and White recs too:

part 1, part 2, part 3

Matty's are great if you're looking for other adventures/different little stories and examples in how writers use the character! take a peek and see what catches your eye :)

AND a quick reminder (as always) to be mindful consuming any media but especially comics! and especially Batman related ones! Batman is a wonderful character and when written correctly, he is a symbol of unwavering compassion. BUT unfortunately the comic book world is a breeding ground for fascist, racist, and antisemitic storylines. be thoughtful in what you're reading and use your head to recognize signs of when the writer is using comics and these characters to push their disgusting propaganda.

three widely known examples are Grant Morrison, Frank Miller, and The Court of The Owls:

Morrison is one of the most known writers for modern-ish Batman. however they played a large hand in retconning Talia al Ghul's character and being a racist piece of shit so everyday i imagine their head blowing up

Frank Miller who's just a straight up fascist. He's largely praised for The Dark Knight Returns trilogy which can be avoided entirely (and should be, imo). you may have Batman: Year One get recommended which, again, i think is unnecessary (especially for just starting out). but if you're going to read it, be mindful of the writer.

(i'm unsure of how much you do or don't know – but if you want to see a short leadup to Bruce being Batman; I'd recommend The Man Who Falls (which is written by the iconic Dennis O'Neil) instead! Batman's origins has many stories and factors and this combines a lot of them into a nice, tidy story while adding a few other elements i like :))

and Scott Snyder's Court of the Owls entire arc is one of the worse cases i can think of; to where i knew of it before i ever touched a comic. Hallie did a wonderful explanation talking about it here and i recommend everyone to read it. even if you already have, refresh yourself and read it again.

If you're just getting into Batman comics i know that can seem like a lot to take in! But this is just to give a warning and reminder that comics are an artform that can and have been used as a propaganda and political piece. For better (police abolishment, his care and belief all life is precious/deserves to be saved/the belief and hope anyone can change for the better) and for the worse (racism, anti-semitism, police militarization).

I hope my friends lists helped in narrowing down where to start and you fall in love with this character too :) feel free to dm me or ask for my discord if you ever want to talk on them/have any questions!!! <3

#one of these days im going to start a new series where i keep track of what i have and havent read and my general thoughts #because after so many comics they kinda blur together in specific arcs and recommendations/nuances #more for myself to keep track but anon u might just gave me a little personal side project eheeye #i hope my post didn't scare you off/make things more confusing! i promise reading them gets easier after developing the feel for it and #finding your own reading pattern and preferences! rather it be skipping around to bulk reading one writer to get a feel how they #characterize bruce to anything. youre gonna be okay and it isnt that scary after just jumping in! #i am holding ur hand and pulling u into the depths of bat-hell <3 #also big mwah to my mutuals for making the lists. i appreciate u guys for it still (and the ones i didnt link!) for taking me in and being #super supportive and welcoming when i first got into comics 💞💞💞💞 #company in the crypt #crypt recs #<- babe wake up new ransom tag !

[righteousruin]

Ten panels of Bane respecting the hell out of Batman

Bonus: Catman and Bane Being Unable to Take a Compliment

#I know I keep ragging on the new 52 but listen it was like going from a five star restaurant to public school cafeteria food #and then the people who traded it out were like 'isn't this so much better? you're welcome' #keep your nasty greasy cardboard pizza I would like my lad back #Worth A Thousand Words || Comic Spams #Editors Note || Analysis #He loved Bruce sO MUCH he respects his kids SO MUCH #'he's not batman' 'who else will be' hollering #I hATE that his growth was reduced to 'fuck it i'm going to hell so why should I be decent' after Scandal stopped that spiral On Screen #all but grabbed him by the face and went 'no?? fuck that line of logic actually??' #and dc said '¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ' and made him stinky

[technicalthinker]

i just want you to know that i went 'whats all this then' about topgun bc of all your posting about it and was then EMOTIONALLY DESTROYED by goose's death because NOWHEre in your dumbass shippery does it say that he DIES s o THAn k you VERY MUCH

oh my god anon I'm so goddamn sorry... there's a reason why I'm hiding it from ya'll because I'm still in denial about what a devastating experience watching that movie is

but I also need to inform you that this is one of the funniest anons I've ever gotten. this is the top gun (1986) experience. welcome to the circus we're all clowns here enjoy your stay.

#anon #asks #i dONT MEAN TO LAUGH AT YOUR MISERY. #BUT THE PHRASING OF YOUR ASK IS SO FUNNY #IN A TRAGEDY TYPE WAY #we've all been there and it fucking SUCKS #and that my silly shipping got you there? that makes it even more ironic huh #top gun 1986 is all about: hearing abt the homoerotic subtext and watch it and then being punched in the heart #welcome to the unfortunate experience of being invested in top gun #top gun blogging #this is my new tag for this #(also idk even if you'll see this reply bc im so late anon.) #(sorry for being late at replying my brain's been hell for these last weeks) #(but know this: this ask of yours bring me a weird joy) #(also: if we're not talking already feel free to drop into my asks if you ever wanna talk about top gun) #(or continue messaging me on anon) #(im unfortunately very invested in these silly movies)

[local-pan-wizard]

You know, now that it looks like there is a second Twitter migration, and seeing how Twitter is going up in flames over the new policy Elongated Muskrat put in the other day, I've reconsider my stance on SOME of the refugees.

If you want to make this Twitter 2.0, there's the door. You're lucky I'm not throwing your ass out on the pavement and I'm giving you can chance to keep what little dignity you have.

If you're willing to adapt to our Hellsite (affectionate), then I'm willing to give you some hot coco and blankets that are left over from the Reddit refugees and some advice.

Change your fucking profile pick. I don't want to mistake you for a bot and kill you on site just because you have the default icon and haven't changed up your blog and rebloged a few things. Trust me, we will block you without a second of hesitation.

Other then that don't go picking fights and start discourse because someone said something you don't like. Just ignore them or block them and move on with your day

#twitter #twitter refugees #elon musk #welcome to your new hell #tumblr #reddit refugees #reddit

[viro-lil-goat]

I really hope this reaches more people, I'm only reposting this information from Instagram, the least that I can do. (Update: I changed their upbringing as it appears to have been listed wrong) Wiki page

When I just saw this information I couldn't stop crying thinking about it, and now my heart aches. They were the same age as me, I know for a fact like any other teen they dreamt of their future, who they would want to become, what to achieve, create, wondering if they meet those in the future they can call friends, wondeting if it'll get better when they grow up, maybe wished to leave that terrible place or maybe wanted to stay. How could anyone let this happen, why were they discharged from hospital so easily? And the school, we all know why. I hate to think about how, even with all the progress made, these things still happen.

"murdered schoolgirl Brianna Ghey on February 16, 2023. Candlelit vigils are being held across the UK this week for Brianna Ghey, 16, who was stabbed at Linear Park in Culcheth, Cheshire last Saturday. Brianna was a transgender girl and police are now investigating her killing as a hate crime. A boy and girl, both 15, have been charged with her murder"

An article that explains trans hate crime murders as on 2023

I hate everyone who have ever committed such vile hate crimes, I wish them in prison and hell. But i would never go down to their level. But I also blame the government, the school, and even those bigoted online accounts that teach their followers hate. In this case LibsOfTikTok, who targeted the teacher of this school, who supports lgbtq+, so they had to leave their position. It must have been the push for this to happen. I think their tiktok account has been thankfully deleten. But i have no idea about Twitter or any other. Please check and mass report them if it still exists. (Link to Instagram reel that this information is from)

ADDITION, PLEASE MASS REPORT THESE ACCOUNTS

#tw description of violence #tw death #lgbtqia #trans #trans kids #trans news #lgbtq community #lgbtq #lgbtq news #information #boost #Nex Benedict #please share #transgender #lgbtq+ #lgbtqiia+ #rest in piece #tw hate crime

[ashtonisvibing]

i have very normal and average dilemmas <- is currently trying to figure out if the danti blowjob doodle should be dark or anti focused

#ashton is talking #nsft #hi welcome to new ipad me where i guess i draw this kinda stuff now (/positive) #breaking out of your shell is really cool #and with all these thoughts about these two how can i not just draw them #anyways if anyone wants to request one over the other be my guest lol #hell maybe i'll just make the canvas bigger and do both

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Till death do us part ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : What if Alastors dear little darling wife, his partner in crime, the person he thought he'd never see again, turns up with Mimzy on the day of the visit of the big boss of hell.

Pairing : Alastor x fem! Reader

Word count : 1899 Words

Genre : Fluff , Drama , Angst

Warnings ➵ Mentions of death, you're shorter than

Vaggie, possessive Alastor, swearing

Prequel -> > The radio star lost <

a/n : I love this trope ngl, tried to not make him to much out of character, hope it worked.. T T

Also I'm rather new to Hazbin Hotel, so I say sorry if anythings seems wrong or out of character! ><

┌───────────────────────── ·  ·  ·  · ♡

The whole hotel was a bit chaotic right now, Lucifer himself would be visiting in just a bit and Charlie wanted everything to be perfect. Colorful decorations were hanging everywhere, a banner was hung up for welcoming the king of hell, how does one even welcome the king of hell into their hotel? Charlie was probably the most stressed of all, but Vaggie did her best to calm her nervous wreck of a girlfriend down.

The moment Lucifer stepped into the hotel was meant to make everything go down, Alastor and his Ego had somehow always a snarky remark against Lucifer. Charlie tried her best to keep them apart, introducing her other friends, before she announced how she would be needing his help. And again the banter between the king of hell and the radio demon started all over again. As if throwing insults at each other before wasn't enough already, now they were pulling at Charlie left and right, like two babies fighting over a toy.

But all things come to an end, which Charlie was thankful for right now, as Mimzy, apparently a friend of Alastor, which was interesting to know he even had any, came barging in with a grand entrance. As the woman now settles down at the bar, talking with the others, Alastor and Charlie took Lucifer on a walk around, Husker disappearing for a second too, but soon joining them at the bar again, a scowl on his face, but something else, undescribable behind his eyes.

A bang was heard through the whole hotel as the entrance door was slammed open and heard could be an angry voice. "MIMZY! You little bitch!" A demon, a slight bit shorter than Vaggie probably, walked in. A scowl evident on the face, as her eyes scan over the place, before falling on the woman she was looking for. "How dare you leave me in the shit like that?! You've got it coming if those sharks don't kill you, I certainly will!" Ignoring the questioning looks of Angel and Husker, you stomp over to the blonde, ready to yank at her hair, when suddenly a bit of debris was thrown through the window and landed beside you, barely missing you by a hair. "The fuck?" The demon's head craned around, looking out the window and there they were, those fuckers Mimzy was in debt to.

You didn't really have time to react much, as three people stormed into the entrance hall, all you could catch was a glimpse of red before the person ran outside, screams of the sharks could be heard, at least those were finally taken care of.

The loan sharks were gone and fought off quickly by that person, his voice now directed to Mimzy, your own eyes on her yourself with a scowl. She and that red demon apparently knew each other quite well, as Mimzy was walking to the door, you finally really looked at the demon. He had short red and black hair, ears sat atop his head, despite scowling Mimzy he was smiling, though a sinister smile it seems. His attire was almost completely red too, a cane was clutched in his hands, as he watched Mimzy walk off, you could only make out a small part of his face. The man seemed so familiar as if you had known him for a long time.. Your heart was running a mile right now, it was getting hard to breathe, and then...

"Thank you Alastor, really.." The long-haired blonde spoke up.. That name, it couldn't be right? Mimzy would've told you, she knew him, she would've definitely told you.. right? You must be mistaken right now.. Your eyes were fixated on the man called Alastor, the voices and sounds around you were all a mush, drowned out as your brain was going all around. Now that you could see his face, he definitely had some resemblance to him.. to your late husband, who had died before you. You were his assistant, his partner in crime, when the news hit you that he was shot, it broke your heart, but still, you continued on alone, killing. That's probably what also got you to hell, well sooner than later you were figured out and soon arrived here in hell.

"Yo smiles, this girly is gawking at you for minutes now." Slowly voices were coming back to you, the white spider beside you talked, pointing his thumb at you, the red-haired now meeting your eyes, his ears straightening and standing alert like the ones of a deer caught in headlight. What irony if he was your Alastor, the irony of dooming him with deer-like features, after getting shot assumed for a deer while hiding one of the many bodies. That day you decided to let him go alone, oh if you just hadn't done that, maybe you both would be alive or you would've at least arrived together in hell.

Alastor was taking slow steps to you, the smile on his face looking strained, yet it never disappeared, his hand was reaching out for you but stopped. Eyes moving over your form, taking in everything. Resemblance to his wife evident, but.. how did he never notice you before? Had he ever met you, walked past, maybe even taken a second glance but dismissed this feeling he has right now.

Swiftly he grabs your wrist, dragging you behind him, ignoring the calls of his name of the other residents, his mind plagued by one only thought, more like one only person.. you.

Stumbling behind him, his grip rather firm on your wrist, yet it felt comforting as if you knew he would never hurt you. Not in your lifetime and also not now in your afterlife. Eyes watching the back of his head, you were wondering what expression his face harbors right now. Was he happy? Was he confused? Disappointed? Maybe he knew where you were all this time but didn't want to meet you. No, he wasn't like this. He may have been distant sometimes while alive, but in the end, he was always a darling to you. Taking care of you, just as he vowed on your wedding day. A distant memory, yet one of the most beautiful ones you have.

A door was opened and as you were pulled inside, the door closed. Steps echoed through the room, you noticed a forest on the other side of the room, but that didn't rather faze you, eyes on him again.. and him only. "Al-" You were interrupted by laughter, the man before you was hugging himself, his arms around him, yet you still weren't able to see his face. "D-Do you know.. How often have I thought about you?!" His voice was loud, a static sound like from a radio accompanied it. One of his hands was tearing at his hair now. "That bitch never told me... I'll make sure to kill her for that.. She kept you from me.." The laughter got even louder, as if the man before you was going insane.

This behavior was nothing new to you, he used to be like this, high on adrenalin when another murder was successful.. Or when he was close to being figured out by the police and detectives, yet he always slipped away right through their incapable fingers.

"I always wondered what happened to you, if you grew old with someone new.." If you were able to see his face right now, you would be able to see the sinister yet possessive smile on his face, his eyes darting around the room.

This all ended in a second when he felt a soft hand on his. He knew this hand, he also knew the person it belonged to like the front of his pocket. "I would never, I carried on alone in your memories, yet I was never as skilled as you darling, so sooner than later they connected all the dots to me." A low chuckle could be heard again, the static radio sound calmed down again too. The tall man slowly turned around now, his hand engulfing your own, his fingers softly running over your own, before he linked them together. How he had missed this feeling, despite having a distaste for people touching him, you were different. Your touch felt warm, like the summer sun kissing his skin, it felt comforting.

"I've missed you mon amour.." His voice was soft, probably the softest it had ever been since he had arrived in hell. His hand guides yours up to his lips, as he closes his eyes and presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, a smile, now softer, on his lips. He was never one for kissing you on the lips, he definitely favored kissing your hand, like the gentleman he has always been. "I figured with how you were talking seconds ago my dear.." A soft smile was creeping up onto your lips too, mirroring his own one. Red eyes open again, your hand still pressed to his face, but now he was rather holding your hand to his cheek. "Oh how I wished I could've stayed with you my darling, we would've been so successful.." Giggling at his words, with him at your side, you probably would have been going for a long time. "But who says we can't be successful now?" A smirk etched its way onto your husband's face, oh how he loved your daring little mind, always thirsting for blood. With you by his side again now, he would definitely be able to get everything done that he wanted.

"Shall we go back? I want to meet your friends properly." Wanting to pull away your hand, he softly gives you a tug, your head landing on his chest now. Wide eyes look the the side now, as you weren't really able to move, his arms having snaked around you and his chin resting on your head. This was unusual much physical contact, but figured that you hadn't seen each other for multiple decades he yearned for your touch just a slight bit. Your arms lying around him, embracing the hug. "Let's just stay here a few minutes more, we got enough time to introduce you to everyone down there but for now.. let me have you for myself." Nodding softly, your head rests on his chest, as your eyes close and you simply enjoy the presence of your dearly beloved husband.

"What do you mean 'married to smiles'?!" Angel, as he was introduced to you, shouted from his place on the couch now, staring at you flabbergasted. "We've been married for quite a few years before his death." Smiling you answered his question. Alastor didn't like all the attention you were getting, but sooner than later he would have you all to himself again when you two go back to his cozy hotel room or the radio tower. "So you two fu-" Angel wasn't even able to finish his question before he shut himself up as he noticed the look on Alastors face. This time he would've been dead for sure if he finished that question.

Overall everyone invited you happily into their little hotel family, it was amazing. Charlie immediately took a liking to you and if you're being honest she quickly was viewed by you like a daughter.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x you #alastor imagine #alastor #alastor x reader #x you #x reader #imagine #imagines #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin imagine

[selineram3421]

здраствуйте можно сделать реакцию на ревность аластора

Translated:

Hi, can I get a reaction to Alastor's jealousy?

Yes.

Jealousy Headcanons

Alastor X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ platonic to romantic, violence, all caps in bold italics = SOUND EFFECTS, implied torture/murder, gore? eyeballs, possessive? Alastor wants all of your attention ⚠

Alastor has never felt jealous! How absurd of you to think that! Hahaha! Ha... Who is that demon taking up your attention?

He always had your attention.

You could be talking to the Princess but still focus on him.

Hell, you could be checking in a guest and still keep up with his tale of the day.

But now it was quite odd.

There was a demon coming by the hotel, not to see if they were interested in the cause but to use up his friend's precious time.

Even now the beastly thing walked up to the check in counter and started up a conversation with you.

He watched from the bar.

"Hey! I see its dead as ever in here.", the dragon demon grinned as they leaned on the counter.

"Not true~", you had replied. "I checked in four new guests!"

Yes, you had a knack of persuasion. Able to convince many to do almost anything. Sometimes even him.

"Oh yeah? How many sinners walked in?", the scaled creature leaned close.

Far too close for his liking.

"I just told you how many.", you replied and placed a finger on the dragon's snout, pushing them back as well. "Personal space."

He didn't like this demon.

Everything about them set something off. Their manners, their way of speaking, the way they move-

"Oh come on, I don't bite sugar cake~", the beast took your hand and kissed their way up to your elbow.

The way they t̵̬̥̻͂̿̈́ȏ̴̒͠u̸c̷̈́̊̆́̓͘h̷e̴̖̖͒̓͂͋̎ḑ̴̣̋͜ you.

"Nope!", you yanked your arm away and held it close. "None of that.", you laughed nervously with an uncomfortable smile.

It looked wrong. Your smile should be a happy one.

"I said I don't bite!", they laughed and tried to grab at your arm again. "You know I'm messing! When's your break?", they leaned over the counter, still trying to get at something to pull you closer. "I know a good bar to go to, or we can go to the club! I'd like to see your ass in something a little less-"

"Ew, no.", you rejected and backed away.

"Come on!", they started to climb on the counter. "Its just one time! I'll even help you get in and out of your clothes.", they grabbed onto your sleeve.

That's ENOUGH!

He quickly shadow traveled and snatched the wrist of the dragon.

"I believe they said no."

The beast growled with a sneer before looking at him, freezing up once realizing who had their wrist.

"I was just joking man. Haha..", the dragon looked between him and you. "I understand! I'll back away. The slut is yours."

"Excuse me!?", you said angrily.

His antlers grew, the low static that hummed now raising up in volume.

"₵₳ⱤɆ ₮Ø ⱤɆ₱Ɇ₳₮ ₮Ⱨ₳₮?"

"The slut-"

SNAP

He held the demon's snout shut as they screamed and cried over their broken wrist.

"Now, there is a no killing rule in the hotel.", he said and then grinned menacingly. "But that doesn't apply outside."

His smile widened after seeing the panic in their eyes.

"Dear.", he turned to face you. "Has this guest overstayed their welcome?"

You stared at the beast with such a terrifyingly hateful glare.

"Yes they have.", you replied, crossing your arms. "I'd like to keep a souvenir, for memories."

And then you gave him that lovely smile.

"Alastor, do you think you could get me a dragon eye or two? I hear they make nice details to things."

"I'll make sure to get them.", he released the demon, only for his tendrils to take hold of them. "I won't be long.", he reassured, lifting up your hand to kiss the back of it.

He saw you blush before he 'escorted' the demon outside.

After finishing up (and calling Niffty to clean up), he returned with two freshly picked dragon eyes.

You thanked him with an odd little gleam in your eyes. No doubt your mind jumping idea to idea of what you could create with them.

Now with the pest gone, he would have your attention again.

Just like he wanted

"Thank you Alastor. I'll be able to make something interesting with these."

"I can't wait to see what you make this time."

Perhaps he'll ask you that question sooner than later.

Of course he has to prepare everything to properly court you.

I am using a website to translate requests. Please let me know if I have translated anything wrong.

~Seline, the person.

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ML for Alastor🎙

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[jyoongim]

Hear me out. I can't be the only one that wants to fuck Al's demon form. Like not just the black eyed tentacle gig, I'm talking full form like the size and all 😭 I can take it I swear, Al (narrator: she could not)

Title: A Reminder To All…

Themes: its giving monster fuc but like oof, demon!form Alastor, tentacles, established relationship, rough sex, growling, blood, possessive behavior, antlers, animalistic behaviors.

It was a rather quiet afternoon at the Hazbin Hotel.

You were up in the radio tower straightening a few things while Alastor was out doing gods know what 

You decided that since you had cleaned up most of the place that you would take a stroll through town as some down time.

You hummed a tune as you passed many sinners out and about. Your stroll led pass the digital shop. You slowed as you noticed a crowd gathered outside a Voxtech store.

There were multiple tvs playing things in the windows and what caught your attention was the deals they had going on.

You bit your lip. Oh it couldnt hurt to window shop right?

You entered and was immediately overwhelmed by all the fancy tech.

why did hell need modern tech you had no idea.

A shiny pink camera caught your attention.

And it was cheap.

You did need a new camera. It would help with advertisement and to show the progress of the hotel you thought as you happily paid for it and went about your way.

what you didn’t know was that Vox had been tracking you the moment you left the hotel.

that camera of yours was now his gateway into seeing what Alastor was up to.

Once back at the hotel you pulled out your shiny new purchase.

you turned it on and walked around filming a bit.

You checking the footage to check out the quality when you heard a record scratch

”what is that my dear?” 

You jumped at the sound of Alastor’s voice and spun around holding the camera

His eyes narrowed on it and quirked his brow at you, airing for an explanation.

”Well Al I-I just thought that the hotel could use a camera to help with promoting. We can record our progress. Now you don’t have to do all the work.” You said with a nervous smile, hoping he wouldn’t toss it.

He walked closer to you, mainly keeping his eyes on the tech.

”and where did you get such a frivolous thing?” 

you gulped “At the v-voxtech store”

His ever-present smile tightened before he shrugged “fine if you think it’ll help”

you breathed a sigh of relief and happily went about your way testing it out.

Unaware of the growing shadows emitting from him.

after spending a few hours getting the hang of your new device, you decided to call it a night and put your camera on your nightstand as you got ready for bed.

You shivered slightly under your cover, grumbling you furrowed further to seek some warmth.

why the hell was it so cold?

you shifted again in bed to feel a heavy weight on top of you.

your eyes flew open and you were met with a very frightening sight.

Alastor.

In his demon form.

Your breath got caught in your throat “A-Al?”

He tilted his head, smile wide and sharp “Sleeping well my dear?” His voice was staticky and distorted.

you were so confused.

you hardly EVER saw Alastor upset, especially to the point were he was in his demon form.

“Why is that in your room dear?” He hissed out, jutting his chin to your camera.

You tilted your head confused at his question.

he was angry about a damn camera?

A clawed hand was at your throat.

”I allow many things dear, but this unattractive piece of scrap in your room? That is where I draw the line”

You let out a squeak as your clothes suddenly disappeared and covers ripped away.

”A-Al?!”

Your hands were quickly restrained by his shadows and your legs were spreaded to welcome him closer.

when the hell did he undress?

You felt the faint ghost touch of a tentacle slide against your cunt, teasing your clit. You let out a soft moan.

”Already soaking dearest?” He hummed amused.

You felt the weight of his dick slap against your cunt.

your eyes widened he wasn’t going to…

”Alastor w-wait! I c-can’t!”

A long tongue sweated the side of your face

”But you will darling” and with that he slammed into you.

Your body seized at the sudden intrusion. You let out a cry that was silenced by a tentacle wrapping around your mouth.

Alastor rutted into you, growling and snarling.

Your eyes faintly drifted to the camera by your bed.

A blinking red dot turned on and off.

Alastor gave you a rather harsh thrust.

”eyes on me dear”

you whined loudly, trying to shift your body to accommodate to his harsh thrusting. Your eyes drifted to the top of his head.

Antlers.

you felt your fingers itch with the need to find purchase on them.

you gave a tug at the shadows and huffed, making little grabbing motions hoping he would get the hint.

he granted you grace and your hands immediately flew to his antlers.

He let outa low growl and sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

With his dick hitting that delious spot inside you, you could feel him bottoming out.

You were flipped onto your stomach, facing the camera.

the shadow around your mouth disappeared and a claw hand found your tongue.

”put on a show Mon cher” You felt him flush against you.

Moans and whines filled the room as he  pounded your cunt.

A high pitch whine left your throat as you felt your cunt clench around him.

you were gonna cum soon.

”A-Al-la-stor Ah!” Your eyes crossed as your body tensed and twitched from your orgasm. He let out a deep growl and quickened his pace.

Did he get bigger?

you were suddenly face to face with him.

Your noses brushing against each other as he sought after his own release.

Your arms wrapped around his elongated neck and a hand found one of his ears.

you tugged.

Static ran through your body as he slapped his lips on yours and slammed his hips into you, purring as he filled you with his cum.

you whimpered as your legs were finally released and dropped.

Alastor was breathing heavy as he reached over to the camera

”hope you enjoyed the show old pal” he laughed before destroying the camera.

you were drifting to sleep as you watched him transform back to normal.

”sleep well my dear” was the last thing you heard as he tucked you into his side, humming a soft tune with a wide smile.

He gave a reminder.

Dont fuck with the Radio Demon.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor smut #jyoongim