I Wanted To Do This Time Ago XPP

death god yb is much hornier than regular yb, and considerably more deluded about his relationship with y/n

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Psssst. Mini sensual fic of Striker hunting down Moxxie like he's prey >////<

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A/N: AU where Moxxie gets out of the room, but I like to think things still go down the same in the long run. 

I also played around a little bit here with the idea of Striker having more snake-like abilities. Namely heat-seeking. 

Moxxie doesn’t fool himself into thinking that it’s anything more than dumb luck that gets him out of the room with Striker. He also knows he doesn’t have long to do something before Striker catches up with him, but he needs time to think. He’s not like Blitzo, who seems to think on his feet (or not at all), and he isn’t like Millie, who responds by instinct and impulse. 

Moxxie needs time to gather his thoughts and formulate a course of action. He also takes into consideration that this whole mess is happening inside of his in-laws’ home. There are other, innocent people nearby and he doesn’t want them to get hurt in the crosshairs of whatever is going on here. 

Ducking for cover in a closet isn’t the bravest thing he could be doing right now, but it is the smartest. He just needs a moment and -- 

“You can’t hide from me forever, lil one,” Striker’s voice calls out from somewhere in the home. It sounds like he’s still somewhere on the second floor, and that’s good, but a cold chill still shoots down Moxxie’s spine. 

“This house’s only so big, and I know y’all didn’t get out.” 

Moxxie does his best not to move, and even closes his eyes. This is a scare tactic and he knows that. 

But just because he knows what Striker’s doing, doesn’t mean it isn’t working. 

“And don’t you think I won’t tear this place apart to find you.” 

He can hear Striker’s footfalls now, slow and calculated. He moves across the floor above Moxxie, and then down the stairs. A few more steps dangerously close by, and then Striker pauses again. His tail rattles. 

“Fear gives off a lotta heat, y’know,” he says, and Moxxie is suddenly very aware of just how warm he is and how fast his heart is pounding. 

There are more footfalls, slower than before and they seem to echo in Moxxie’s mind. He covers his mouth and nose with one hand, trying to muffle his anxious breathing. 

Not that it does him any good. 

The closet door is wrenched open and Striker stands in the doorway, arms across the span of it and leering down at the smaller imp. “Poor lil thing,” he practically croons. “You really thought you could hide from me? Pathetic.” 

His tail comes for Moxxie, grabbing the smaller imp by the throat.