Speed Cola

Speed Cola

Warning: smut, fingering, masturbation.

The meteor was bright. Brighter than any light source anyone has ever seen, so bright it could turn someone blind by staring at it for long enough. Like a sun that fell from the sky, covered by a thin line of rocks that minimally covered its blinding lights. It also bleeds, as its blue form melts to the floor making a little pool of itself.

It was strangely similar to water, by the other standards. No taste or smell, the only way to differentiate was the unnatural glow that was seen in angels...

A lifetime opportunity, Vox would say and think as the workers did their jobs to make sure to drain all that the meteor had. It was an advantage he and the V's had against everybody, they might not know what exactly it does but they will figure it out soon enough.

Whatever it was, only the V's would have, only he would have. Not any of those incompetents, not any of the other overlords, not even the old fucking radio trash-

"Oi Vox, are you too concentrated on your own dick or not?"

He turned slowly, and a thriving smile became a nasty scowl in mere moments.

"Velvette... What we talked about with you being less- oh I don't know, bitchy?" She scoffed and crossed her arms while holding something he couldn't see.

"Well, when you stop closing yourself in this damn hot room, which is never innit?"

He rolled his eyes, of course, she would be annoyed by the fact he didn't scream at all employees like a crackhead like her. He had more self-love for not wanting to be somewhere that lowered his IQ tremendously.

He walked to her hastily and nodded annoyed. "yeah, yeah, now why are you here? something important happened or did just one of your employees decide to fire himself because of you?"

"The first one. I decided that as an act of altruism, I would give one of my potions for free!" She said in a turn of events, now smiling mischievously that Vox could recognize a mile away.

"Really?"

"Yeah, just a bloody nice gift!" Her smile turned into a grin. "Or too much of a pussy?"

"I'm afraid I would have one by the end of this prank." Still, he grabbed the glass since her voice was worse than any wrongdoing she could do.

The glass was certainly fancier than normal, with a green symbol in the middle of a hand with sharp nails. The glow of the potion was stronger too, more than any artificial drink she ever made.

"Did you use-"

"the thingy of the rock, yeah but relax, nobody died." She motioned with her hand like it wasn't a big thing. "few people left a little more horny but it's Val gas... I think."

That was screaming a bad idea on so many levels, that even a bear trap was less obvious, but still...

"I'm the first? To drink this I mean."

"Yeah, why thou?"

He stared at it, watching how the bubbles moved in the corner of the drink. "Alright, I drink it..." A moment of silence passed before he yelled. "Now go, I don't want you laughing if something you did goes wrong."

She raised her hands and walked backward to the door. "Alright, tube boy, but it would be funny as hell."

"Fuck off" He watched as she disappeared when the door closed, leaving him with only himself and that liquid. it smelled faintly like lime with some kind of perfume? was it drinkable?

Well, he did eat and drink the worst things. anything that Val breathed seemed to have the same effect. So Vox just sent the drink down to find something rather desirable than he would have thought.

It was so sweet and easy to flow, even had gas somehow making it more like a soda. It made him want more but it was already done, why did she make so little? And it did make him horny...

God, it was overwhelming, the need was covering him like a blanket and made him all hot and bothered, so sweaty and glitchy even!

He needed to sit down, maybe it was just him to be quiet so that it would go away... or not, since every living second he didn't move his brain refused to work more. He slammed his hand on the bottom to make the drapes of the windows close and dropped his pants, letting his cock free to the cold of his air-conditioned room. He was going to do it the hard way it seems.

but right as he was about to give one thrust into his hand things went a lot hard, since he was so fast. Not fast as in anxious for release but more than one thrust equaled five by the time he registered it. he squealed, looking at his hand and trying again. the same thing happened as his hand moved like a machine on the max settings and sent him into a moaning mess for a second.

He breathed hard, was this what the drink did? because it was a pain in the ass to work around it...

he looked underneath his balls to the lonely puckered hole. considering heavily the idea. using the sweat he was so covered in, he gripped his cock and put his finger against his anus, shutting his eyes as pink and blue colors covered his screen.

"Awhhh, f-fuc-ck!" His screen glitched wildly. A harmony of groans and moans came out of it like a bitch in heat. His hands moved at the speed of light. Fucking himself silly.

"F-FUCK, FUC-CK, G-G-GOD D-DAMN-ND! AWH, AWH, G-GOD!"

His hand wouldn't stop. His body wouldn't stay still as he pleasured himself on the ground with how much he was jolting. tongue out he tried to breathe air. maybe make his brain work again, but all in vain.

All that came was the urge for release, which seemed so near but so far away. All that he knew when it came, it was unexpected.

he shakes frantically as cum splatters on the ground and himself, letting out a cry that was sure to be heard by the whole building if not for the soundproof walls. he lay there in a catatonic state until finally releasing air that he didn't know he was holding.

Getting up from the hell of his desk, he stared at his messy clothes and smelled the unmistakable smell of sex all around his body.

"Vel-lvett i-is going t-to pay." He mumbled as he limped to his bathroom.

Communism is fun!

Nobody gonna see this.

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

I literally have nothing better to do with my life.

So why not.

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Welcome to the project

Not actually, but I am in my manhunt phase, so....

Hi, my name is John, but you can call me JG or Johnny. I'm a writer who doesn't write much but if I do these fancy things like presentations I convince myself to.

I am 18 years old (since yesterday) and now that I am free of my hellbent prison (basic Brazilian law) I can write smut, gore, and galore >:D

I have autism and I am a bit slow so actual posts are going to be slow.

Rp side blog

To this day I will open my requests meaning now you can send me ideas and stuff to write. Manly one-shots and headcanons (never wrote one but the first time is the charm~)

I will write:

Gore

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Kinks in general

But will not write:

Heavy kinks (Vomit, scat, piss, etc...)

NonCon.

Pedo

Children next to pedos in general actually-

Also, I write for male readers and gender neutral. I really don't know how to write female readers so I just save you all from the terror it would be.

Masterlist

What characters do I write?

My answer: All of them!

All Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss characters are on the table. Of course, I try to research in case I don't know.

Also manhunt 1/2 characters, even the hunters.

Me of course ;)

For I am the leader, Mr. Nasty~

M y O C a p p e a r e d.

YEEEEEPY!

I have never been unhappy in my life.

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 18

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

Previous part

Part 18: Blackwater

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Reagan and I weren't having a great week.

Reagan was starting to get teased about Lucas by girls who weren't her friends. Even some of the boys joined in and would make passing comments. She felt further and further alienated. It grew worse, still, when one of the girls made a comment on her magiclessness and she turned it into a fight.

After the fight, I knew I needed to get her out of the haven for a break. I needed it, too, after everything with Alastor. So I took her with me to another ring fight attack.

As promise to Lucifer, I asked Charlie to stay in the haven and teleport everyone back when we were ready. I managed to convince her by telling her we needed her to explain everything to the newcomers and get them settled. She jumped on it right away.

This ring fight was a legal one. Vox's technology was growing ever bigger and broadcasting the legal ring fights became a norm. There was one stretch of land that was unclaimed by any Overlords but was frequently checked on to ensure no Humans were plotting anything. There was no order, no law, nothing but a different version of Hell on the surface. It was effectively called the Badlands.

The ring owner had put on social media that the top five winners would be released. I knew better than to believe that. So I made sure to arrive before the ring ended to save those poor five souls from being killed anyways. I kept Reagan hidden safely in the forest well away from here.

After the last ring fight, I waited for them to announce the five fighters who could be released. Instead of killing them, they were put into an enclosed vehicle and driven away from the ring and town.

I shifted into my Dragon form and hastily followed in the shadows. I ran for what felt like thirty minutes before they arrived at a dark, double storied building. Unlike most other old buildings from before the Great Collapse, this one sat in the middle of a forest. It would be extremely rare for someone to just 'come across it'. It was hard to see its exact layout since the trees blocked the moonlight. The sun was rising but it wouldn't do anything until it came above the horizon.

I teleported Reagan to me and explained what had happened. "We'll go into town as soon as I see what this is," I said.

"Do you think it's Blackwater?" she asked. She was the only one aside from myself, Husker, Charlie and Alastor to know of Blackwater and his threats. We didn't want to panic the town but I felt she deserved to know.

"At this point anything could be. Wait here, please." I melted with my shadow, Alcine, and snaked into the shadows on the inside of the building. The first floor was plain. A large fireplace burned on one side and a circle of chairs sat in the center.

Each chair held one of the fighters, a metal headband strapped tightly on to prevent them from using magic. They looked exhausted and possibly drugged.

Before I could watch further, Reagan's yell caught my attention. I sprang back to her and manifested as my Dragon form. The man fell away from her and casted a bright blue shield over himself. I had never seen such magic and resorted to staying planted over Reagan, lips pulled back in an ugly snarl.

The man laughed. "Well well well, here you are. Gotta say, that was some show with your Striker fellow." He stood up and dropped the shield, revealing himself as the man who had teleported Reagan and I into Hell that one time.

The tendrils on my neck and back stood up sharper, my claws digging into the earth as I grew more nervous at the sight of him.

"The name's Finn, in case you forgot." He stood up and brushed dirt off his tailored clothes. "What is a such a lovely woman like yourself doing all the way out here?"

"What do you intend to do with those fighters?" I growled, half using magic to speak given my current form.

"What do I—What do I~ intend to do with them?" He began to laugh and even went as far as to lean against a tree. I shifted into my Demon form and helped Reagan to her feet, eyes never once leaving him. "I do love how much credit people give me. I'm not the master mind here. I'm the one who gets shit done, excuse my language. I'm the one people can depend on."

"Then allow me to rephrase," I hissed, "what does your boss intend to do with them?"

"Well that's a question for him, not me." He held one hand up to pick at his nails. His eyes shifted to something behind me but I felt nothing. There was nothing, no presence, no magic, nothing behind me. The wind was blowing against me so I couldn't smell anything either. My ears twitched and I stretched my hearing.

I heard breathing.

I spun too late. Something heavy and sharp connected with my head. I barely remember hitting the ground. I was spinning, seemingly infinitely, and couldn't ground myself. My magic was all over the place.

Cold water splashed my face, wrenching my soul back into my body and eyes snapping open. I coughed up the water that had gotten in my lungs and pulled against restraints on my wrists.

I lifted my head to find myself in a gray, blank room. Finn held an empty bucket in his hands and moved to put it down. As he moved, he revealed another man standing behind him.

This man wore a long, dirty brown coat and a black mask over the lower half is his face. His dark brown hair was short and messy, nearly hiding the pair of short red horns. He held his hands behind his back as he walked over to me, black boots knocking on the metal floor.

I straightened up, finally realizing what position I was in. Two chains pulled my arms from a higher position while two more chain my knees to the ground. I tried to sit up as straight as I could as the man stopped a hand's length away. His red glasses glared unemotionally down at me.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Ms. Python." His hands were sitting in his pockets. "The name's Blackwater."

My jaw clenched. This was him. This was the man creating all those devices. This was the man who kidnapped two Overlords who have yet to reveal if they're alive or not.

"What do you want?" I curled my claws into fists. My magic was still gone, the metal headband successfully keeping it out of my reach.

"A test subject."

"You didn't get enough from the two Overlords you kidnapped?" I retorted.

He shrugged. "They're still proving their worth to me."

Metal clanging caught my attention and I turned to see Finn pulling out the blood sucking device that was used on Spencer. I attempted to move but the chains kept me in my kneeled position. I let out a hiss when it hooked painfully onto my forearm. He turned on the machine and it began taking blood at an alarming rate.

"Let her go!" Reagan yelled. I hadn't noticed her tied to a chair in the corner of the room. "Take mine instead!"

My vision turned fuzzy when he moved away from me to stand in front of her. "Don't touch her," I slurred.

"You don't have to worry," his voice was light and uncomfortably friendly, "I don't kill children. But I will take some of that sweet blood." He ran his fingers along her exposed arm, causing her to pull away, eyes squeezed shut.

Finn took off the machine and packed it away. Blood dripped down my arm and stained my shirt. "She's magicless," I struggled to say. The world was tilted at a funny angle and my shoulders were hurting from the position they were being held in.

"Oh?" he sounded genuinely interested. "You're a true Human?"

"What does that mean?" she asked, voice quivering. He stopped his assault and took a step back to examine her fully.

"It means your family line has stayed pure since before the Great Collapse." When she showed no obvious sign of understanding, he let out a sigh and put his hands back in his coat pockets. "Magic was not a thing before the Great Collapse. Demons were leaked into our world and brought their wretched magic with them. They started having children with Humans and generations later, everyone had Demon's blood in them. You, my dear," he stood beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "are a rare, pure gem. You're not infected with their blood."

Reagan's eyes snapped over to mine. All I could think was - oh no.

He reached up to his face to remove his glasses and his horns. They were fake. "I, myself, am a pure Human." My eyes widened, mouth dropping open. He was a Human. He was a defenseless Human. No wonder he had made all those inventions. "And I'm so glad to have found another one to add to our family."

"Family?" she questioned with a tone of disgust.

"I've been all around the world and collected ten pure Humans. We're going to be the foundation of the new world. A world that isn't tainted by Demons." His eyes narrowed on me.

"We're not all bad," I tried, limply pulling against the chains. My energy was taking forever to return. "We've created a safe haven for everyone. A place where both sides can live peacefully together."

"That wont last long." He waved his hand dismissively. "Demons are ruthless killers and Humans can't fathom having anyone above them. It's better to return to the way things were before the Great Collapse."

"You don't even know what that looked like. You weren't there." I made a point on his age. As a Human, he was restrained to the age period of all other Humans that lasted under 100 years. Demons could live for centuries.

"But I know enough," he turned on his heel to face me. "My family line has made sure we stay pure. I grew up with stories about the old world, about their inventions, about their trifles. I've known since I was a kid that I was born in the wrong generation."

A thought came to mind. "You hate Demons and our magic, but you're giving out inventions that allow people to use that magic."

He hummed with a smile. "You're catching on." He moved away from Reagan to stand in front of me again. I had to sit back on my heels and crane my neck to keep our line of sight. "There's Demons and Slight Humans, which outnumber you all. If I bring the Slight Humans to the same level as Demons, it's only a matter of time before they hunt your kind to extinction."

"But then you have the same problem as before. Slight Humans are just replacing the Demons."

Blackwater moved to the case next to Finn. He opened the back and pulled out a vile of my blood. He held it up to the single light for a moment. It connected in my mind before he spoke.

"They require the blood of Demons to have that power. When the Demons are gone, what's left? Just Humans with small magic."

"And what? You'll kill them off somehow? Make them turn on each other?" I retorted.

"In a way." He lowered the vile and settled his gaze on me. "But we haven't gotten there yet. The problem remains of the Overlords holding power over us. I know your kind can hide away in Hell. This plan has to be full proof."

He tossed the vile to Finn who wasn't ready. He fumbled with it before it shattered on the floor. He picked his hand up from the shattered glass and looked uncertainly to Blackwater.

I wanted to ask him why he was telling me everything. I wanted to ask what I had to do with anything, or if I was just a means for blood caught at the wrong place at the wrong time?

My questions would go unanswered though, as Finn's blood made its way to my nose. Immediately, my veins seized and my throat closed part of the way. I pulled against the chains and slammed my back into the wall. It had been two days since I last had Alastor's blood. The smell of any blood was enough to make me crave it again.

Blackwater was silent as he watched. My foot claws scraped against the floor as I tried to pull away from the smell or to free myself to take some of it. My hair was on edge and I struggled to keep my snarls quiet. They turned into horrible, pained whines through gritted teeth the longer I went. At one point I even started to drool from the lack of oxygen and aggressive seething.

"You've probably never seen her like this," he said to Reagan. I glanced through my messy hair to see her staring at me wide eyed. My shoulders dropped, if they could in their position, and I tried wiping my face on my sleeve. I tried to restrain myself, pressing my back into the wall and staring down at the floor. All my muscles were painfully tight.

Blackwater roughly pulled my chin up and smeared something across my upper lip, just below my nose. The smell of Finn's blood was suffocating. I let out a screech and pulled violently against all of the chains. I tried licking it off but I couldn't lengthen my tongue without magic. Tears streamed down the side of my face from the pain and shame.

Blackwater's laughter reached past it all. "A true Demon thirsty for blood. I expect nothing less from Alastor's soulmate." He turned to look at Reagan. "Did you know about this?" She shook her head in response, eyes never leaving my writhing form.

"Not...not all...just me...just Alastor." I spoke through the spasms and clenched teeth. I don't know how any of them hadn't broken yet from the sheer force. My breathing was getting faster, my whines louder.

"This is the person you're entrusting everything to," he went on, ignoring my response. "Demons can't help but lie. Lie and manipulate. It's why they come from Hell."

Not true. Not me. That's not who I am.

I looked up at her again, face full of pain. I couldn't speak anymore.

Please. It's me. I didn't lie. I love you. Please trust in me.

I doubled over as my body pulsed. I screeched again, long and loud. They covered their ears. Blood dripped down my arms again from pulling against the chains. My foot claws were practically filed down from trying to stand up.

Reagan let out a gasp. Everything stilled and went deathly silent as I looked up. Blackwater had cut the ropes and gently pulled her to her feet. "Come dear, let's have a civilized conversation." With a hand on her shoulder, he lead her out of the room. Finn casted a glare at me, hand wrapped in a rag, and slammed the door shut.

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Author's Note:

Dun dun duuuuuuunnnnnnnn

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I can't sleep so I hope you enjoy this. Made inspired by #sparrowrye fic demi demon. (My OC is there) none of this is canon.

Warning: swears, torture.

Consequences

The body moved ever so slightly, moving in a disoriented state as it tried to get up from the seat until its head jolted up. It tried to look around but a black bag blocked its vision. Arms and legs tried to pry themselves from ropes to no avail, not even breathing right it could as he sucked the air from his mouth instead of the broken nose, the blood staining the bag, and his messy suit.

The bag was lifted suddenly and the body gained a face, a Young man with messy blond hair looked around with bloodshot eyes, finding only a dark room and two figures. Both were igual but equally terrifying, all-black combat uniforms with full body armor, ballistic helmets, and a tactical gas mask with red lenses that stared deep into his soul.

Another figure emerged from the darkness, one that put even more terror in the man's heart. Wearing a long black trench coat and formal shirt and pants, Blackwater his face with a bandana over his mouth and sunglasses, the only things visible were his dark brown slick hair and a look of destain.

"What was your job, mister Pietro?" His voice was full of venom and contained rage.

Pietro sweated like a pig as he responded "I-i'm so s-sorry Mr. Blac-"

"I asked, what was your job?" His feet tapped against the concrete floor.

"... I-It was t-to show the p-product."

"Was it?" Blackwater said. "Or was to destroy it?"

"i-i didn't b-brake anything-"

"Oh, no you didn't." He started pacing around the man like a shark. "you just led the cannibal right to a buffet and let him light the barbecue."

"W-Who?"

Blackwater stopped and leaned close. "Are you that incapable or just pretending?"

Pietro could only look at him in confusion, breathing rapidly to calm his drumming heart. That made Blackwater lean back, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You lead a demon to our factory. But I wonder why."

"i-i didn't have a c-choice!"

"Hm, honesty is appreciated but I believe is incorrect." He made a thinking pose. "What was the first thing you learned here?"

"T-That if I c-couldn't escape from a s-spy I s-s-should-"

"Not give any information." He completed. "See what I mean? These are two completely different things. Not give, give information. Not give, give information. A little word adds a lot of different understanding to a phrase."

"B-But he was going to f-fucking steal my soul and t-torture me for a fucking eternity!-" He received a hard slap across his face, staining the floor and Blackwater glove with blood.

" I HATE impolite people so don't repeat that you rest of abortion!" He yelled, breaking the calm for a moment before taking a breath and going back. "And you should have just... Let him."

"W-what!?"

"Yes, because now someone is serving as a warning to him. A alive skinless warning."

A stream ran across Pietro's face, legs kicked to free themselves. "N-NO, PLEASE DON'T DO T-THAT!"

"you left me with no choice, things need to speed up because of you and you will take accountability. The bright side it's that neither your mother nor your cancer-ridden girlfriend will suffer from it since I have a heart."

"I also won't do anything to you."

"n-n-no?"

"No. However, Mister Azrael and Esdras will." Blackwater turned and went to the exit, with both soldiers pulling out long machetes from their hips. "Adeus, Mister Pietro."

"NO, PLEASE FORGIVE ME I WON'T DO IT AGAIN PLEASE!!!-"

The door closed, silencing the coming screams of the poor man. Blackwater took a deep breath as he planned what would he do next, the clock was tiking with no rest and the underground fools would get to work on staining his plans.

"Well, no sense in delaying the next step. I hope Alastor likes his meat unseasoned." He mused to himself.