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Text; un: Cerberus

[worcestershiresauce]

Hey Satan, I sent something to your place. I looked up your address from your info on here. I don't know if devils like chocolate but...Happy Valentine's day.

[Outside Satan's door is a little black box tied with white ribbon. Inside are some handmade chocolates shaped like cute little bats.]

video, un: xXSATANRULEZ666Xx

[bruxing]

[In reply, Wriothesley gets a little video sent probably half an hour after that text is sent; Satan's sitting on a nice, neat bed (bedframe unchewed; somebody has a Submissive to care for now, after all), box of batty chocolates in his lap.]

Hey, y'know what this means where I'm from? If someone gives you chocolates, and you accept 'em...

You gotta fuck 'em ASAP.

[He picks up his device and brings it a little closer to his face, sticking his tongue out so that he can pop one chocolate on it. Then he pointedly sucks it into his mouth and beams at the camera, before the video ends.]

Re: text UN: Cerberus

[worcestershiresauce]

[Oh he didn't know that was a thing at all, truly. Wriothesley was trying to repay Satan's kindness the other day with helping him calm down from his panicked state. This was an interesting development though. He could just ignore it but he kind of doesn't want to. He does take a little while to reply, trying to think of HOW to reply. He settles for a text.]

So, besides eating chocolate what else is that tongue good for? I've never seen how different a devils tongue could be before. Maybe you could give me a demonstration.

[bruxing]

Cheeky slut
I oughta spank that cheek right out of you, huh???

Though it's really just like a human tongue
just so you temper your expectations
lot of things are like a human's
God was pretty much ironing out the creation process with devils and angels LMAO

Yours or mine? If you're still nearby, why not turn around?

[worcestershiresauce]

You really do like spanking don't you? That's not the first time you mentioned it. Is that a kink of yours, mon lutin? Maybe I'll indulge you.

You started off strong and then...is this your first time sexting, Satan?

I'll turn around if you can make me~ How badly do you want me right now?

[bruxing]

I fucking LOVE it TBH
give or take but 99% of the time once you get spanked by me you don't wanna give it you only wanna take it


[real canon things apparently??]

What's wrong with how I'm texting LMAO
If I didn't want to fuck you right now I wouldn't have sent the video
are you coming over or not??


[......Satan...............]

[worcestershiresauce]

Twice now...

Satan, my dear friend. I am trying to get you to sext me. Sexting is when you try to get off another person through text messages....and your text messages are starting off great and then you're derailing halfway through.

Talk dirty to me. Get me horny. You're a devil with horns, it should be easy for you~

Make me so hot and bothered I run back to your place. Cause right now I'm headed home.

[bruxing]

But you're close
why not just
not do the texting?????????

FINE fine I'll try I'm not the one with ADHD anyway

Besides I figure with an ass like yours
we gotta ease into the spanking
not treat it gentle but let me really dig my fingers in
let me go to town on it cover it in bite marks
you ever notice how sharp my teeth are??
I'd love to dig them into that fat ass of yours
see how much is fat and how much is muscle





WHY CAN'T YOU JUST COME OVER AND BOUNCE ON MY DICK

[worcestershiresauce]

oh mon lutin if you want to start a partnership with me you need to indulge in my kinks as well.

I enjoy sexting but fine I'll let it pass this one time. I'm headed back. You better be better at talking dirty to me in person at least or I really will leave. I enjoy foreplay and that was part of it and now it's ruined.

See you soon.

[bruxing]

Partnership???
I thought we were just friends who fooled around



I'm sorry I'm not good at this shit
figured that knowing I was going insane waiting for you might be
hot??? IDK

Man I'm not good at this LMAO

((He said that 100% on purpose. Figured a little bit of rage might be sexy ))

[worcestershiresauce]

Friends with benefits, isn't that a partnership?

I'll be there in a few minutes. How will you greet me I wonder? We haven't even kissed yet. I do hope we're compatible, mon lutin.

It's alright, I'll teach you for another time. It's sort of adorable in a way♡

oh my god WRIOTHESLEY UR WISH SHALL BE hopefully GRANTED LMAO also. action

[bruxing]

[Satan reads that text.

Satan does not text back. He might punch through a door (and have to make a note to remove that door, thankfully just a closet door instead of anything vital), but he absolutely plans on saving all of his wrath, all of that rage building up in him as he paces in front of the door to his apartment, just for Wriothesley.

If the silly fucker wants to call him 'kind of adorable', then he'll face the consequences for it, and either do it again or not.

In fact, Satan's so close to the front door, still pacing and snarling and grinding his teeth audibly, that there's no need to even knock; he hears those footsteps and throws the door open, reaching out to snag a fist in the front of Wriothesley's shirt and yank him inside.]

You need disciplining, you little shit.

[No kiss even yet, even after being taunted so; the freshly polished couch is where Satan's going to drag them both, if he's so humoured. Get bent over the arm of that nice leather couch, idiot!!]

[worcestershiresauce]

[It might say a lot about Wriothesley that while Satan is only partiall hard, Wriothesley is already fully erect from the slapping amd is pressing his fully erect cock against that couch as he shutters to take a breath in between the slaps. He looks back at Satan as he speaks, the words taking a little longer to fully register in his head than normal and when they do he growls in return. A moment of clarity breaking the scene he's starting to fall into with his temporary partner for the day.]

Everyone but Dera. Everyone is a copy of you but Gokudera.

[It's the one thing he won't budge on. He even still has his collar with his dominant on right now. Gokudera might not be here but he's not going to bad mouth his love behind his back. There is defiance in his icy eyes, a sign that says he won't drop this and if Satan wants to continue this play he better accept this.]

June 9th

[goldenfootsteps]

[A gift for Satan is left on the kitchen counter of their apartment, a rather nice bottle of wine. Nicer than Mammon normally buys for Satan.

And a note;]

You are mine.

[bruxing]

[In return, once the shop's shut for the night, Satan races home to try and beat Mammon. Gotta set up for him. He saw that bottle of wine, all dolled up real Tartaros-like (kind of) (like a parody but still, damn fancy looking), and that means that he has to try and do better than that if he wants to give a gift to someone like the bestie.

Fight they might. Be an asshole he may have, especially lately. But Satan's making a real effort here, even if it doesn't look it when Mammon gets home. He's just sat at the dining room table, two glasses, champagne unopened, and a thick white envelope in front of him.]

C'mere, asshole. Gotcha somethin'.

[goldenfootsteps]

[Satan is so cute. Mammon is fine with Satan racing his way to the Up without him, watching him vanish in a wave of silky hair bolting down the streets. So he'll take his time returning to their apartment, making sure Satan has time to do whatever he is planning.

And opening the door he finds... not a lot. That's fine. This has been quite the learning experience once again for him, for how little was done for his birthday. Satan would find that out himself soon, something Mammon must keep in mind to celebrate his friend next month. To try and find something truly Gehennan for him.

Until then however,] Oh? And what might this be?

[bruxing]

...Profits from first few days of running. Wages came outta my money only, from those Duo-Cam things. I know it's not a lot, but...

It's independence, Mammon. It's something that's ours. And since the place isn't all that great yet, even if I did it for you-- I figured this'd be a better present. Actual money. Just for you. Been stashing it in my pillowcase, kahahaha!

[And he expectantly nudges the envelope forward, looking very, very pleased with himself all the while.] Plus I got all the girls to write something in a card in there, too. Lots of 'looking forward to working with you' shit, but next year it'll be better, I bet.

[goldenfootsteps]

[Hm. Mammon opening the envelope and with a single glance at the money inside is able to count it. It is... fine. Satisfactory enough considering their situation. However he still has to check,] When you say 'profits' this is after the removal of costs for upkeep, correct? [Just in case! Making sure Satan actually knows what 'profit' is!

And yet, a glance at the money, and knowing what was in their accounting books, plus taking into consideration other sources... yes, it looked correct. Mammon taking a moment to also look at the card, reading it over and holding it carefully as if it was made from gold. Something precious. Because it was a gift. And it was his.] One mentioned my chest in it. [Ha! Cute.

With his moment of concern relieved, Mammon smiles to Satan.] Thank you. It is a most suitable gift, I shall put it to good use. [Ah, with that thought as well,] Satan, we need to dedicate a place in the apartment you will not damage. [Aka, Mammon needs a treasury room! Or a treasury corner at least. For his stuff.]

[bruxing]

Fucker! I said profits, didn't I?! I said the wages were taken care of, didn't I?! Of course it's all been taken care of! ...And of course they'd write about your tits. I think one of them wrote about your thighs? Somethin' about putting them around her head. I dunno. They're all pretty sweet on you, though.

[Huff puff. Fuck you bro they are HIS people! How very dare you. But it's to be expected, really; who couldn't go gooey over Mammon's smile, after all?

Bar Satan. Who grits his teeth even more at that blithe jab. Crunch. It's been a hot minute since the last Crunch.] I've been avoiding breaking shit, you know. You act like I tear shit down all the time! I've been good! Got a lotta stress out knocking out some of the shit at the restaurant. [Like load bearing walls. No, kidding, not anything load bearing.]

...But if you really want one, take the fuckin'-- the extra bedroom. 's all yours. Not like I use the thing. Promise I won't go in there if it'll keep you from bitching.

[goldenfootsteps]

[Your nation is very poor (compared to Tartaros) Satan, Mammon has to make sure you do actually understand the differences. He smiling away as he rechecks the card, ignoring Satan's outburst and focusing on that instead.] Ah! They did! How amusing.

I know, you've been very good. [Mammon praises Satan, because he has been good! But he also knows how difficult it was to hold back for both of them. They were both behaving so well, and no one here really realizes that other than each other.] However I would not want the temptation to be placed in front of you. That would not be kind to you. [A moment to think.] That is true, since we lay in the same bed. [Satan sleeps, Mammon less so, but he still lies down when Satan wants to sleep.] I like that solution until we can afford our own place.

I am not letting you pick that. [Not after the 'shop' you picked for KFC, Satan.]

[bruxing]

Fine. You pick the fuckin' place, once we get one. You pick your fancy fuckin' place, with plenty of rooms for all the shit you drag home, and I'll avoid destroying it. Happy birthday for next year, bitch.

[RUINED HIS MOOD. But this ain't about him, not this month!! So Satan'll take that lump, grunting and grumbling away under his breath. No more crunching, at least right now.]

Do whatever you want with that money. I don't care. It's yours. Save it for the new place, buy somethin', keep it. But it's-- symbolic, I guess. As well as just money. So you better appreciate that.

[goldenfootsteps]

[Aww, Satan, don't be like that! Mammon moving around the table to pat a hand to Satan's head.] Thank you. It is a small gift compared to what I am used to, but it is a good gift. I will put it to good use with something I will enjoy! I promise you.

[More head patting while he speaks.] Would you like to try the gift I got you? I may not be able to hold celebrations like I would back in Tartaros for today, but I wanted to do something for those important to me. [And Satan is very important to Mammon, always has been. Satan is his! But he's also his friend. His comrade. Someone he enjoys being around and would do anything for.]

[bruxing]

Yeah yeah...Long as you acknowledge that it's a great damn gift.

[The pets help. They almost always do, alas.] And yeah, that's why I got glasses out. I put it in the fridge soon as I saw you got it for me, and ran home so I could get it out but it'd still be cold.

You wanna open it? Do the honours, birthday boy? I know it's a gift for me, but I dunno-- it's always felt weird, even if that's just you. I wanna do something more for you, so you should at least get the best part of champagne.

[A beat. He twists his mouth, before gently butting a horn against Mammon's side, careful to not stab him.] I brought some sheets of that edible gold shit from work, too. So we can fuck around trying to put that in the booze before we give up.

[goldenfootsteps]

[Mammon lets out a laugh.] I shall! Though I suppose it would be suitable if you tried to open it with your teeth, or smashed it open. [His laughter then softening to a smile as Satan adds that,] You did? That's very kind of you since I know you do not care about it on your food. [Aw, Satan, you're being so cute right now! This resulting in more head patting on Mammon's part.

Before he chuckles.] I am not sure I like this more or your normal gift to me. [Aka, Satan showing up to punch or kick Mammon before leaving again.]

[bruxing]

You want me to give you the normal too? Greedy fucker.

[Ha ha ha ha ha. Fuck it though, why not? This birthday deserves more presents than normal, too, so Satan's just going to wind back one arm.]

Brace. Then we fuck around with the gold in the champagne.

[And he

well, you know.


Socks Mammon right in the ass.]