#hell brothers

Finished my Kabuto rewatch last week, and I still can't stop thinking about that scene where the Hell Bros are munching on some (probably cold) cup noodles under a bridge.

Easy breezy

(Eizouken OP poses)

DeeCon print stock for 2025!! We're table number 12 in Pavement Cafe and you can reserve stuff for pick up on the shop!

I’m not sure to continue this series. I know where I’m going but it will be very long and I prefer to focus on my others writings. Maybe I will find inspiration later, but I think this series will be on hiatus for now. Sorry. 

The asshole that was her husband could say what he wanted, Shelley was not a nymphomaniac ! Yes, she liked to fuck, no he did not satisfy her, and a thousand times yes she went out to find guys who perform better than him, who would know how to satisfy her, because they knew that pushing their cock inside her without doing anything else was not what would allow her to reach orgasm. But that did not mean she was addicted to sex, because if that fool had been gifted, she would not need to do it all that. Why did she not leave Frank ? Because she could not afford a divorce, so she preferred to endure insults and beatings with a roof over her head, rather than being alone on the street. She was preparing to go out again, now that the sleeping pills she had put in her husband's glass had taken effect and he was sleeping on the couch. If only he could understand, try to think like her, discover that there were things like foreplay for women, erogenous zones, G-spot...

           "G-spot is a myth my darling, only the clitoris is important."

Shelley jumped, dropping her bag, as well as one of her husband's favorite lamps, a really ugly legacy from his grandmother. He was going to be furious and hit her, but for the moment it was the least of her worries as she turned to face the intruder who was standing in a corner. The man was... handsome. Tall, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, luscious lips. The beauty of the devil. In other circumstances, Shelley would have been delighted to meet such a man, she had never had any like him during her night outings. If she had been nymphomaniac, she would have jumped on him without hesitation, despite the fact that he went home, to steal them, or worse. But even if she could not help but think of that beautiful cock that was drawn through his pants, she rushed into the living room to wake Frank.

           "Where are you running little mouse ? This is not this wanker that will help you."

As if by magic, she was thrown on the couch, next to her husband, imperturbable, snoring. Shelley tried to struggle, but she was tied to the couch, unable to move, or even to speak. The man approached her with a slow, sensual step.

           "Do not be afraid, I'm not here to hurt you. You're close to the men of this city, you go out every night, to bars, nightclubs and hotels. I need people like you, to find someone and in exchange, I can offer you what you dream... "

So he raised his finger and she felt her vagina moisten, so she felt something press in this place so special that Frank did not know. She could not hold back a moan.

           "You'll never have to go out again, but if you really want a dick, I can make your husband perform better. Ask and you'll be heard."

He was waiting for an answer now? It was impossible for her to do this when she felt as much pleasure, more than she had ever felt before, alone or in the middle of a orgy, and she felt that the orgasm was not far. The stimulation slows down before disappearing, leaving her panting and frustrated.

           "Are you going to help me Shelley ? Are you going to help me find my little sister ?"

If this man let her cum, he could ask him what he wanted. Still unable to utter a word, she nodded. The image of a girl appeared in her mind.

           "Good girl," he said, handing her a card with a name and number. "Tell me if you hear anything, and if you hear someone touched her... give me the names."

A caring big brother, too cute. If only Frank was like that. As if he had heard her thoughts, the man laughed before getting up and disappearing. Shelley did not realize it, the pressure on her clit taking her to seventh heaven.

             John Constantine did not feel safe anywhere except in his apartment. The place was so enchanted that Lucifer himself would have trouble getting in. Oh, he could come in, but John would have had time to prepare for his arrival, while outside he was totally at his mercy. Lulu, however, had never tried to disturb him at home, and the adventurous demons who had tried were quickly sent back to Hell. Even humans felt uncomfortable as they approached the front door, which was often used to dissuade them from trying something stupid. In conclusion, only those who had no bad intentions could enter, allowing John to sleep without much worry. That night, however, he felt that something was wrong. The apartment was warmer than usual. Lying in bed, his eyes closed, he felt no threat, and yet he felt he had been watching for hours now, as if the creature that had entered, as it was clear that something had entered, was waiting for him to asleep to approach. John was curious to know who was there and what they wanted. He thought that pretending to sleep would be enough to bring them out of the shadows, but they had to know that he was waiting for them and they did not move, hesitating. Suddenly, a movement. The mattress sagging under a weight. The sheets that were raised. And two hands, who tried to take off his pants. Before they could succeed, John opened his eyes and grabbed the guy. Rachel.

           "Fuck, what are you doing here ?!"

           "I... It wanted to thank you."

She wanted to suck him to thank him, this girl was serious ? Furious, he got up from the bed, pulling her by the arm to take her into the living room, where he expected to call Billie. Rachel curled up in a corner, her head between her legs, trembling.

           "Sorry, sorry," she repeated. "I will not do it again, do not hit me."

           "I'm not going to hit you, why would..."

Oh. That's how she thanked her brothers and that was what happened when she made a mistake. Congratulations Constantine, Billie was going to scream at him again because of his lack of tact and empathy. Even though he still did not trust her, this girl had been raised in abominable conditions, he must not forget that.

             "She clearly needs education and learning how our world works." Billie said when he told her what had happened and he had brought Rachel back to the medium.

           "She's fucked up."

           "It's not surprising, but she's learning fast, you said no, she realized that she should not do that, she'll be quickly integrated !"

           "It's better for her to not be too used to living here, because she's leaving in a year."

Although John did not intend to talk to her about Lucifer's proposal, it was better for Billie to know that her new protege was on probation and that he could do nothing to prevent her father and her brothers from coming to claim er in twelve months. Because Rachel could pray as much as she wanted, God was not going to interfere in the affairs of His favorite old angel, because it was far too risky with the balance, even though His only son was safe at home.

           "One year, why such a delay ?" Billie wondered. "What did he ask you in return ?"

           "One thing I can not accept, and the triplets are not aware of it, and they're probably going to get her. I heard they've already come out of their hole, so be very careful and do not let go out unattended."

The psychic understood that he would say no more, forcing her to use her gift, hoping to capture an image that would give her a clue to the deal of the prince of darkness.

           "I see a big white house, and the word "Good". It's about the Supreme, is not it ?"

           "I told you not to do that with me."

           "I would not have to do it if you agreed to talk to me."

He raised his hand to silence her, not because he did not want to have this discussion (even if he wanted to have a little discussion), but mostly because, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Rachel was listening to them. Billie could say what she wanted, this girl was treacherous, she questioned his faith, she went to his home, and now she was spying their conversation. When she realized she was spotted, she ran back to her room.

           "Poor thing," Billie said. "Why are you so hard with her ?"

Because Lulu too could be very charming, innocent and naive... John had to be hard, or he could die.