#dark angel fic
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fanfic writing ask:
I LOVED THIS FIC!!! All the characters were really in-character to the dark angel universe... only thing it was missing was Alec! Any chance of a sequel when he shows up?
Gotta move on that get you to write fic agenda from that ask a while back, lol
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I was so confused at first! But yesss! I can definitely see myself breaking out the trusty google doc once Alec appears(maybe even Ben) I just can’t think of a story to tell for who we have right now… maybe Normal… oh no… oh my… Maybe Normal 👀 we’ll see!
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Find the Words Tag Game
tagged by: @scripted-downfall
rules: find your given words in your WIPs and post a snippet containing the words, then tag others with their own sets of words.
my words: smile, cold, hunt
smile: Infinity in the sky - Jujutsu Kaisen x Katekyo Hitman Reborn, gen fic
He’s fourteen. He’s stuffed in an uncomfortable suit that is hot and itchy, his face is stuck in a fake smile aimed at the people just as fake, and ultimately, he’s just bored to death. He would much prefer to watch Digimon or play games in his room than this, but Mother says since he’s the Strongest and will be attending Jujutsu Tech next year, he must begin to socialize as when he becomes Gojo Clan Head, it will be part of his duty to be at things like this.
So that’s what he does even if doesn’t feel like the Strongest, or human, but rather like a trophy on display.
cold: hey brother - Dark Angel, gen fic
“Well, you see,” Dalton begins nervously. Alec and Max share a look at it - they have never seen Dalton so nervous before, “we found an unconscious transgenic at the edge of Seattle about an hour ago and he’s…”
“He’s what?” Max demands, impatient when the teen trails off. “Come on, Dalton, spit it out.”
“He looks like Alec and his barcode is 493!”
Looks like Alec and his barcode is 493. It feels like a bucket of cold water has been dropped on Alec at the news. It couldn’t be, could it?
hunt: Welcome to world of supernatural - Dark Angel x SPN, gen fic
“What?” Max’s question comes out sharper than intended due to the scrutiny she’s under. She feels like a disobeyed child that knows they are in trouble, but doesn’t want to admit it, so she can’t help but be defensive. Because she knows what this is about; her comment about Alec’s abilities on the hunt and that others will have to pick up his slack. Max thought it wasn’t important anymore since Adam let the matter go after that single warning.
But apparently not. Because OC wants to discuss it. Now. Great.
And that's all! It was fun, hopefully I did everything right. Thanks for the tag! No tags, but anyone is free to participate if they want to. As I understand it, it can be any words, so there are mine: brother, dance, song! Have fun!
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Hi :)
You should not be doing this.
It rings like church bells in the back of your mind. A funeral toll for each damning decision that is killing your divinity.
Finding the ritual. Dong!
Drawing the circle. Dong!
Spilling your own golden essence over a twisting sigil. Dong!
Tongue tripping over unfamiliar vowels and consonants. A language you know but have never spoken. Dong!
“Well,” a low, rough voice drawls, “isn’t this something special.”
You close your eyes, steel your spine. Don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your nerves. Tilt your head just enough to watch him from the corner of your eye, a dark and hulking shape. You’re almost startled by the size of him. Have never seen a demon like this before.
His horns curve back from his head, rams horns. You jolt a bit. A higher demon than you expected - than you meant to summon.
“Such a pretty thing,” he coos, stalking closer. “I haven’t eaten an angel in millennia….”
You nearly gasp as rough hands brush your wings. It almost burns. You twist, find him suddenly much closer than you thought. A massive hand captures your chin, jerks your head up to look at you this way and that.
“And here you serve yourself to me on a silver platter.”
He smirks, a hint of viciously sharp fang peeking out. You gather your courage, smack his hand away. The bracelets around your wrist chime.
“You are the one who’s here to serve,” you remind.
He moves faster than you can ever hope to match, crushing you to the wall, your wings pinned beneath you. A clawed hand is around your throat, tight enough to threaten oxygen if you needed it. Still you gasp, squirming and struggling, frightened by his strength. Why is he so much stronger than you?
“Mind yourself, dove,” he growls, eyes glowing like hot coals. “You may have summoned me, but that does not entitle you to my power.”
You grunt softly as he flicks at your halo, eyes stinging a bit. You’re unfamiliar with pain; Heaven is soft and kind.
“Please,” you manage.
His eyes narrow, a smirk turn to his lips. “That’s more like it. Now tell me, why would one of the host call upon a demon.”
“T-to make a deal.”
His eyebrows arch, but there’s a flicker of genuine fascination in his eyes now. The grip on your throat loosens a little, but he presses closer just a quickly, one burning line of inhuman muscle along your front.
“A deal…” His voice has dropped even lower somehow, rumbling in his chest. “Oh dove, you have no soul to sell. What did you plan to bargain with?”
“I-I don’t know,” you admit. The desperation that brought you here, made you do all this, yawns open inside you. “You name the price, but please.”
His laughter fills the room, genuine amusement this time. “You’ve no idea what you’re offering.”
You frown. “I do. I know… I know what it means. But what I’m asking for…”
He tilts his head. “And what are you asking for, angel?”
“There’s a man, a human man. When his mother passed I brought her soul to Heaven and she asked - she asked me to watch over her son…”
He arches his eyebrows. “You’re no guardian.”
“No,” you agree. Guardian angels are fierce and beautiful, a balance of warrior strength and guiding patience. They carry swords and shields, iron in their feathers. “But… I couldn’t deny her.”
“Let me guess, he’s slated for death now.”
“Hes a soldier.” Death then damnation. He has made himself a machine of suffering and it has charred his soul.
The demon hums with understanding. “You want me to save him.”
“From death,” you clarify, “the rest.., the rest I will try to do myself.”
The demon makes a little “ah” noise. “And so you’ll offer me anything to defy death. For one mortal?”
You can hear the disdain in his voice and it sparks your ire. The scent of ozone seeps into the room as your feathers ruffle.
“I don’t need to explain myself. Will you take the deal or not?” You demand. “I need to know if I should summon another - ah!”
You flinch as your head is wrenched back, throat exposed. Hot hair brushes the skin as he looms over you, fangs so so close.
“Your Heavenly Father didn’t bend you over his knee enough,” he snarls. “We’ll have to correct that.”
You swallow down a whimper, sense that it’s best you don’t push your luck.
“Very well, dove. You have your deal. I will keep your precious mortal alive.”
“And in exchange?” you ask.
He chuckles. “That is not for you concern yourself with.”
And then white hot pain explodes through your shoulder, fangs sunk deep into your shoulder. He moans at the taste of your blood on his tongue, hips jerking roughly against your stomach. It feels like a small eternity that he bites into you, leaving his mark. The contract of your unholy deal. His tongue laves cruelly over the marks as he pulls away. Gold drips from his chin as he grins at you.
“Fly home now, dove,” he says. “I will see you very soon.”
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lea your angel/devil au is constantly living rent free in my mind!!! no joke, it’s one my favorite au’s out there 😭❤️ i keep rereading everything and im in awe at your ability to write such sinful yet beautiful things about steve and eddie!!! 🪄
if your requests are still open, i hope you like this idea!! we’re seeing steve come to readers rescue all the time when eddie’s being a little too mean. but just picture this. reader needing more roughness and she’s begging for eddie. im sure his headass would be so boastful and look at steve while he’s fucking reader and being like, “see stevie, i told you she likes it rough. you’re too nice to her and all she wants is for you to be a little mean,” then he looks at you and smirks, “isn’t that right baby?”
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“Please,” you croaked, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the devil’s movements rocked the entire bed, “more! Fuck me harder!”
“Oh yeah?” Eddie smirked, swiftly changing his pace, slamming his hips ruthlessly against your own, his bulbous tip bumping up against your cervix so rudely that it made you lose your breath completely, “you want it that bad, you want it to hurt?”
“Please!” you gasped, your limbs losing control and flailing around, clawing frantically at his skin for purchase.
Feeling his ringed fingers enclose around your throat, squeezing your rapid pulse, he grunted, “yeah, you like it when I’m mean, baby?” spitting into your breathless mouth, “you want me to fuck you like I hate you, is that it? Throw you around and use you like a puppet?”
You tried to reply, but you couldn’t do anything else than cry out as your body shook violently from the euphoric sensation he overflowed your being with.
“You gonna tell me I was right now or later?” Eddie threw a cocky glance in Steve’s direction, “told you she likes it rough, loves it when we give her bruises, make her sore, anything to remind her of just how real this all is,” he held the eye contact with his companion as laboured grunts accompanied every thunderous thrust of his hips, “plus she’s just a little whore for the pain,” he glanced back down at your dazed features, “aren’t you, sweetheart?”
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Dark SBI AU where Philza’s human children were replaced by monsters. Start of ficlet is here.
(sorry for repeating a part im new to formatting ficlets)
The Lambs Wolves Wear part 4
Once the truth came out, “Tommy” was the least likely to wear the skin of his child. The shapeshifting demon slipped in and out of forms like water, powerful and sleek. To him, Tommy was nothing more than another form to play with. Discarded like a toy the demon lost interest in, like Tommy wasn't Philza's whole world. "Tommy" only ever wanted the form to manipulate humans, to appear small and vulnerable and precious. Perhaps the shape changer knew it felt like a gut punch every time Philza remembered those soft blue eyes were only a mask for the monster hiding in what used to be his youngest son.
It helped that his true form hadn’t a chance of fitting inside the home. So Philza found himself spending more and more time trapped in doors so as to force “Tommy” to a smaller, more manageable size. At least he’d learned to be more benign near the cattle and hens, though at times he stirred them into a frenzy, sharp teeth laughing at the chaos. Yet more often than not he wore a corrupted version of the real Tommy, clinging onto Philza’s hip. “Tommy” did little to suppress his four demon horns, mangled wings at time materializing to further ensnare Philza. He was often left covered in shallow scratches and a few nip marks. Nothing dangerous, mind, simply a reminder that at any point "Tommy" could rend him limb from limb.
As often as he confined himself to the home now, it had become nigh impossible to tend the fields, though “Technoblade” had taken to it with glee. The undead legions flickered between rows of grain, having declared war on the weeds. It was harder than it used to be with fewer tasks to distract himself with. Philza found himself stripped of work, the monsters stealing it so that he was left with undivided attention for them.
He didn’t know what to do with himself. But the monsters found a use for him. A flap of tattered demon wings and a small earth quake signaled “Tommy’s” return from a long day of terrorizing mortals or whatever it is he did in his free time. The door slammed open, wind rushing in a gale as a terrible eagle ripped through the home, wings smashing things off the walls and tables. Red eyes gleamed as they found Philza sitting before the fireplace, and at once it dove towards him sharply. Midair, the demon enlarged, smoothly converting from a dive to a pounce. A chimera slammed into him full force, knocking the air from Philza’s lungs. Sharp claws pinned him in place as a lion head began to butt against him roughly, goat horns jamming into his soft underbelly.
“What have I said about shapeshifting in the house, “Tommy”?” A deep growl froze Philza in place, bared fangs inches from his face. The chimera circled a few times, then flumphed into his lap, settling in. “You can’t just-“ a wing shot out, slamming across his face in retaliation. Something hot trickled down his lip. Fire glowed in the back of “Tommy’s” mouth as Philza clutched his bleeding nose. It grew brighter and brighter, “Tommy’s” hackles bristling, but Philza stubbornly tended to his injury. At least, till the lion’s maw part in jagged fangs and the fireball in the chimera’s throat threatened to devour him in flame. Philza jolted, and quickly began to pet “Tommy” with shaking hands covered in his own blood.
Bristling fur smoothed, and “Tommy” snuggled in, tearing large rips through the couch and gurgling a thing that couldn’t quite be considered a purr. “You can’t intimidate me every time you want something,” Philza said the moment his voice worked again. Each word tasted like the blood quickly beginning to coat his front.
“Of course I can,” “Tommy” rumbled. “It’s how Hell works.” The viper’s tail wrapped around his ankle, venomous fangs poised above his arteries. “I could say ‘scratch me behind the ears or I’ll poison you’ and you’ll do it.” And so Philza did, after the hiss of a snake nearly buried itself in his flesh. “Tommy” stretched, satisfied, though the viper curled around Philza remained.
“That isn’t how love works, though. If you keep being mean, I might stop loving you.”
Hellish red eyes whipped towards him, shock rounding them. “It can be revoked?” At Philza’s nod, all four of “Tommy’s” ears flattened, a snarl building in his throats. “If you stop loving me I’ll rip you apart.”
“A-and that will just ensure you’ll never get love again.”
The growl died. Confusion twisted the monster’s features, the demon trying to find a way he could threaten Philza without ‘being mean’. Or more aptly, how to weasel out of threat he couldn’t actually fulfill without losing his perceived power. The bafflement only increased exponentially, the demon becoming distraught. “How do I get something if not by force or deception?”
“Love is reciprocal. You have to give it if you want to receive it.” The demon was distrustful of the notion, squinting at Philza as if waiting for the catch. He slowly peeled off the mortal he was crushing, till Philza was face to face with a lion head, demonic eyes piercing him for truth. “That means- that means you can’t hurt me. Or threaten to, either. You have to be nice, like I’ve been to you.”
A giant paw rose, hesitated, then raked across his chest. Philza flinched, pressing back into the couch as much as he could. “Tommy” batted at him over and over, tearing Philza’s shirt and streaking light crimson scratches across his chest. The demon ignored his yelps of pain, his strength unmatched as he pinned the panicking Philza in place. He’d pushed his luck too far, and now he was going to get gutted. He should’ve never tried to set boundaries with a demon. “Stop squirming,” the chimera growled. “You’re making it hard to pet you.”
Philza grit his teeth. Nice. Warm. Fatherly. He bit out a strained smile so he couldn’t scream. “You’re playing too rough, son. You gotta be gentle with me, remember? You’re making me bleed.”
The chimera paused in its attack, frowning. “But blood is how humans bind their vows. You promised to love me, so you must bleed to keep that oath.”
That. Yeah, in retrospect that explained a lot about how cuddling with “Tommy” usually went. Philza had always ended up bruised, nipped fingers and scratch marks. “Humans can keep promises without a blood pact. In fact, that’s how most of them are done.”
“Then how will I force you to uphold it?”
“If you are kind I shall do it of my own volition.”
“Tommy’s” hackles raised. “No you won’t. You would betray me at the first opportunity.”
“Perhaps in hell. Not here.” Philza stroked “Tommy’s” muzzle and slowly began coaxing him to be more gentle. He distrusted Philza’s words, scoffing at them, but seemed willing to try so as to not lose Philza’s affection. Eventually he persuaded the demon to don a weaker, safer form, particularly after the lion head’s nuzzling started trying to bite his arms. A fox curled in his lap, happily purring as Philza ran his fingers through too-hot fur. Occasionally "Tommy" rubbed against him to show affection. Or possibly just to make sure Philza was paying attention to solely him.
“What was Hell like?” Philza asked curiously. Fishing for information was the least dangerous with "Tommy", and given how unintentionally (?) lethal he was that was saying something. But the others were far more conniving in a way the straight-forward demon was not. And Philza needed to figure out how to get his real children back as quick as possible.
The purring stopped abruptly, hackles bristling as the beast grew. Philza braced for an attack that never came. “Tommy” simply looked away from him, resting his head on his paws. “…really, really awful. That’s why I want to stay with you forever.”
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hey baby!!! okay so i love this twisted tuesday idea you have!! Ive never sent in something like this i hope im doing this right, but can we have a little smutty stalker!steve blurb 👀👀👀
hi angel!! you did it right,, but for next time add a scenario :)) i goctchuu tho i love stalker!steve
𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday ! send in ur dark au requests :>
content: nsfw, masturbation (f!receiving), cumplay, degradation, stalker!steve, ALL ACTS ARE PERFORMED BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS! THIS POST IS 18+ MDNI!
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you know how bad i want you… steve’s voice rang in your head as you read his handwritten letter to you. it was covered in a weird, slimy, sticky substance. you were straddling your pillow, rutting your hips against it in the sweatshirt steve had given you earlier. he’d come out of nowhere, truly.
you were standing in the bleachers with your friends, shivering violently, teeth chattering loudly. you’d worn a skirt and a small crop top and were regretting it now in the brisk november. the wind was whipping hard, frost biting at you cheeks when suddenly… steve appeared.
“christ, yln, ya look like ya freezin your ass off” he tsked softly. “why didn’t ya cover up petal?” he frowned.
“d-didn’t… didn’t think it’d be s-so… c-c-cold” you stammered, teeth still clanking together loudly, causing the sensation of vibrations to flow through your jaw.
steve frowned deeply, you looked like you were close to tears—and if there was one thing steve hated, it was seeing his pretty princess cry. “here, sweet thing” he murmured, shuffling the sweatshirt he wore under his jean jacket off of his body and over your head.
“thank you, stevie” you’d murmured, smiling as you leaned into him for more warmth… you wear those slutty little skirts for me. you know i can see your little ass cheeks peeking out of them. and you know how much it turns me on, slut…
you gasped as you continued to read the letter, gyrating your hips against the curve of the pillow. you pushed the hoodie flush up to your nose, causing butterflies to swim in your tummy and your heart so skip a beat. you looked at the clock, then at your window. steve would be there any minute. you knew where her hid, but he was unaware you knew. in truth, you enjoyed his attention. having your own personal little pervert.
you saw the trees rustle and smiled as steve appeared in the window. this is where the real show began... i see you every night, grinding on your little pink pillows, whimpering and whining like the pathetic slut you are…
you stuttered over your next breath, reaching climax quicker than you had anticipated. your hips developed a mind of their own, chasing your orgasm clumsily with no rhythm… i want you to do me a favor when you cum, sweetheart. rub my dirty perv cum all over your face and smile for the camera. i know you know where it’s at…
that last line sent you over the edge. you gripped the pillow tightly, your hips bucking wildly against it. your pushed your fingers into your mouth, licking and lapping at his cum that was dripping down them as you looked at steve through the window.
you registered the flash of light, and smiled knowing that you had a new cum stained picture to look forward to in the mail next week.
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okay friends, a snippet of my softdark!stalker!bucky fic below the cut👀
“You see, even before I met her I was looking to move out of the city, there’s just too much noise, it’s too busy, too much. I found some land in upstate New York, it’s a quiet, woodsy area, with no neighbors for at least three miles. And when I saw her I knew I needed to go through with it. So I bought the property and I’ve been building the cabin myself, I just need a few more weeks to finish it and then I can bring her there with me.”
With another longing gaze at the picture, he blinks rapidly to get rid of the moisture in his eyes, joy filling his entire body at the thought of you finally being his and his alone. “It’ll just be us.”
“Okay,” Steve starts, chewing on his lip for a moment. “So, if you can’t even talk to her, how are you going to convince her to move into a house in the middle of the woods with you?”
“I’m not…” Bucky trails off nervously, his left leg now bouncing with anxiety.
“Buck, please don’t tell me you plan on kidna-”
Bucky cuts him off by standing up abruptly.
“It’s not kidnapping if she’s supposed to be with me anyway! She’s mine, Steve. Mine! She might not like it at first, but - but she will eventually. She’ll love me like I deserve, and we’ll be happy together.”
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Tales From the Modern Incubus | Part 20*
Summary: THE RITUAL - Harry does what he was born to do and Y/n finally sees his demonic form which is beautiful and frightening.
A/n: Remember, this is demon/incubus!Harry, so there may be some triggering topics. Please read all warnings in the TFMI Masterlist before continuing. This is all just smut really so be warned. 5k words
Warning: Smut, religious themes, talks of demonic powers, talk of blood, biting, sacreligious prayer, pain kink, breeding kink
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Harry had you lie on the bed at the center. He stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at you with a grin that would have looked evil to anyone not aware of what was going on. His demon features were beginning to surface. His face was shadowed, his eyes were black, and you swore when he licked his lips his tongue looked like it had been dipped in blood. Harry’s breaths were deep and animalistic, reminding you of the rattled breaths from Satan. He appeared taller, and then when he threw his head back and lifted his arms he began to speak Enochian in a voice not his own. Or at least a voice you hadn’t heard come from him before.
It startled you at first, the way his voice was guttural and reverberated deeply around him. He didn’t sound human. But of course, Harry wasn’t human. Not fully. The tattoos on his body looked as if they were beginning to glow and you realized that blood was dripping from the edges of his mouth as he moved his lips.
Harry’s black wings appeared suddenly, taking up the space around him and nearly reaching the high ceiling. A steamy cloud in grey floated above him and began to disperse toward your space on the bed. The cloud hovered and Harry’s chanting grew darker and louder and the sound of thunder rattled the windows and shook the bed.
You kept your eyes on Harry as he grew large. The glowing tattoos glittered and his teeth looked sharp, maybe like something you’d imagine a vampire’s teeth to look like.
You tried to take a breath but you realized his chant and the ritual he had begun placed you in a trance. You were aware but you were unable to speak or breathe or blink. Your lungs felt like they needed air but then you felt your limbs begin to tingle.
Without even seeing Harry move he was suddenly above you, his face inches from yours and his once dark eyes were now red like his mouth full of blood. You weren’t scared but you were in awe. His body had grown and his wings were larger than the bed you were on. A tale behind him whipped to the side and the steamy fog that had floated over your body had now taken up the space of the ceiling completely so that all you could see was the cloudy grey fog above.
Harry was beautiful. Breathtaking. You now could see it with your own eyes that he was part of a lineage of angels and demons that were created to be perfect. But you couldn’t voice this to him. You were stuck. You were unable to move.
Harry’s voice filled your head, “You’re perfect,” he said without moving his mouth. And you were compelled to part your lips with your eyes locked on his. You held your mouth open and the blood in Harry’s mouth was poured into your own. It tasted like metal and burnt wood. Without even swallowing the liquid drew down your throat and into your tummy and Harry’s hand grasped your jaw.
You realized his nails were digging into your skin when you felt the pinch of it, but it only made you more excited. His mouth dropped to your neck and you felt his sharp teeth puncture your skin and he pulled at your flesh to drink your blood.
The feeling of it made you dizzy, woozy, hot, aroused. Your head was filled with images of snakes slithering in and out of a circle of mud and then you saw an angel in white and a demon in black on either side of the circle of wet earth. They were chanting the same thing Harry had been. The grey sky above was a cloud that began to lower and thunder shook the ground.
When Harry removed his mouth from your neck your head cleared and you saw him again, above you but it felt like a dream. He began to move down your body and his wings folded back into his spine with a crunching echo. Harry’s nails gently scraped your flesh as he lowered himself. He never removed his eyes from yours.
Unable to move or breathe or speak you watched him as he placed his big palms over your tummy and continued his incantation. You knew the words he was speaking were a summons of fertility and protection. You could feel your heart pounding and your body reacted to his touch and his words with need and desire.
Harry’s gaze remained locked on yours when he brought his hands down over your hips and then to the warmest, softest spot between your legs, his chants slowing and softening.
You felt your insides heat up and burn when he pushed his fingers into your entrance and the bed shook, the deafening sound of thunder crashing around you. Harry’s fingers were inside of you and you could feel the sting of his nails dragging through you at the same time that you felt the pressure of your orgasm. It was as if you went from being aroused to being penetrated, and in mere seconds an orgasm was about to burst from your veins. It was not like anything you’d ever experienced but your body was not in your control. Harry was the master of you at that moment. He was willing an orgasm out of you. But you allowed it. You’d given him permission and full control of your body and its response.
The lava that filled your lungs and your veins and your insides began to surge out of your body and into Harry’s hand. You couldn’t moan or shout or reach for him for grounding as you came with a burst of light and thunder shaking the world. Your eyes went dark and you saw a creature in your vision. He had three heads and he held a book. One of the heads cried in sorrow, the other laughed maniacally, and the third recited from the book he held and watched you intently.
Shaken back to your present you opened your eyes and Harry was in his normal form, the one you’d been used to, and sat in between your legs naked and watching you silently. The room was calm and noiseless. The fog was gone. The sound of thunder had disappeared and now you could breathe, pulling air into your lungs, and feel your heart pounding in your chest.
“Harry?” You spoke with a shaky breath and Harry smiled as he leaned over you and kissed you hard. You pulled your arms up and around his back and he cupped your face, holding your head close to him.
Harry broke from the kiss and delicately rubbed a thumb over your face, “You’re okay. I needed to call on the spirits to watch, to witness what I’m going to do to you. They’re here but you can’t see them anymore. Are you ready, my love?”
You nodded. You knew that this would be part of the ritual. Harry had prepared you for it beforehand. He explained you’d see things that didn’t make sense and his form would change and then that during the performance you’d be watched as he filled you with his fertile seed and made you pregnant.
Harry moved back down your body and put his face right over your labia, licking upward and closed his eyes, “Praise be to The Almighty for his creation, this heady essence,” he looked at you and kissed your pussy before licking into your crease again and continuing his prayer of thanks, “Thanks to God for this willing soul and body to home the heir of an incubus. The womb of my choice before me is a gift,” another lick of his tongue into your arousal coating his mouth, “one I will happily receive and will complete my duty to maintain the balance The Almighty has required. Praise and thanks are due to God, The Almighty for making this creation. Amen.”
You scrunched your brow as you looked at Harry. Praying to God?
Harry grinned as he saw the look on your face, “Why not? He is the creator. It’s because of him that this is possible at all. Your body,” Harry spoke in a raspy voice as he smoothed his hands up from your thighs to your hips, “your womb… these tits,” he brushed the tips of his fingers over the peeks of your nipples, “the breath in your lungs, the pout on these lips,” he lowered his mouth to kiss yours before situating himself between your legs, “this very moment, your need, your smell, your soul… it’s all here for me to defile. Praise God,” Harry laughed at his sacrilegious spiel. You laughed.
“Shall we begin?” Harry spoke as he hovered over you, positioning your body under him with his cock pressed at your opening.
You nodded and Harry kept his eyes on yours as he finally pushed his bulbous crown into your entrance, his plunge inward slicing into your walls and pushing them apart with his big demon cock. You gasped at the same time Harry did. And you knew this was it. Harry would need to put on a bit of a show for the spirits who were present. It was part of the ancient promise he made long ago and something he rather enjoyed doing. But now, being able to do it with you would be something inexplicable. He was ready to fuck his heir into you, to answer his calling.
Harry groaned deeply as he began to stuff himself into you further. His big cock was overwhelming your insides. You always knew he was big and he always felt big inside of you but you never had trouble taking him. But now, the width and his length felt even more sizable. You weren’t sure if his cock was actually larger or if that was just part of how it felt to be on the receiving end of the impregnation ritual.
You cried out when his cock slipped out then he forced it back in. Your body jolted upward and Harry repeated his heavy thrusts. Over and over again your body was rocked upward and the bed, which was sturdy and seemed like it wouldn’t be easily moved, was shaking and dipping under Harry’s intense pounding. It felt like you’d split in two.
You were wet in a way that seemed impossible, though, and it created a slippery hole for Harry’s big cock. Your body was enjoying the intrusion, the way you were being spread apart, the ache, the pinch of pain.
Harry’s muscles flexed and his body worked his prick in and out of you with astonishing strength. Your mind wandered for a moment to what a human woman would have felt when Harry was doing this. It must have been far more painful because if you were feeling the pain, certainly a human woman would feel it much worse. And you enjoyed a bit of pain.
You sucked in a sharp breath when Harry slowed his movement after grinding himself in so deep you felt it in your stomach. He watched himself disappear into you and the way your pussy gripped around him. It was beautiful. He groaned in a laugh, “Look at this. See how you take it.”
You pushed yourself up to look down at where you were connected and you gasped in surprise, your eyes widening. You looked up to Harry’s face and then back down to where his cock was moving into you. He was bigger. His cock was so large and you looked so small in comparison.
“It’s so big. Why?” You moaned your words as Harry filled you with his fleshy and thick cock over and over again.
Harry brought a hand down to your pussy and pressed his fingers to your labia where you were gripping him as he slicked himself inward, “It just happens. When it’s time for my semen to enter a womb it makes my cock swell and grow. Even more than it does normally.”
“Oohh… it’s so thick…” you cooed looking from where his dick was shiny and covered in you up to his face, “… this is what it looks like when you breed someone?”
Harry groaned and moved his hands upward to your tits, “Yes. Fuck baby… gonna fill you up and breed your cunt.”
You keened at his words and the way he felt moving into you. You imagined yourself carrying Harry’s heir. Your heir. Your belly would grow and you’d become a mom.
You’d be a mother to a baby. A mother.
You suddenly felt the tiniest bit of worry. You knew what you were getting into but at that moment, things were very real. Harry was going to get you pregnant. The ritual had begun, but that didn’t mean your mind didn’t wander.
Harry slowed down a little and repositioned so he was laying over your body, his face inches above yours. He put his hands up and cradled the back of your head and sloppily pushed in and pulled back with languid and slow strokes.
“Y/n… I can hear those doubts. But I love you. You're my mate. My only one. I will do everything I can to make this perfect for you. I’ll serve you,” he poked deep into your insides as he continued, “I’ll worship you, take care of everything you need and want. You won’t have to lift a single finger,” the noise of Harry’s heavy prick grinding into you squelched as he continued gently rocking into you, “You’re my whole world. My queen. My angel,” he looked down at you as he spoke, “Don’t worry about anything… my little lemon love,” he gasped a breath at how his cock was squeezed and coated by you.
You laughed at his use of the nickname and nodded, “I love you, Harry. This feels so good… ahhhh…” you lifted your head upward to connect your lips to Harry’s. You wanted to feel him on your mouth and in your pussy at the same time. His tongue licking into your mouth, and his cock thrusting through your walls.
Harry moaned into your sweet mouth. He was in his element. This was when his incubus nature could really shine. He would fuck you over and over and over again this night. He would come inside of you many times and impregnate you.
Normally, during the ritual, he’d fuck and come once. It was all that was required. But sometimes, he felt like he needed to really solidify his ability and soothe his urge. There were times in the past when a female was particularly enticing and her smell was too delicious to just have one time during impregnation. Harry had a primal side afterall. He’d been fucking since the middle stone ages. Things were different then and his experiences had evolved over time. Back then he didn’t take a lot of time or care to impregnate. But as he aged and learned and humanity influenced him in his quest he realized he’d been missing out on the way it could be a joy to impregnate. Especially certain women.
Some women would get the full experience, others would just get pregnant. But Harry loved showing women a good time during the ritual. He liked giving pleasure, he learned. Because the response was much better and it fed his ego. He liked being good at what he did.
And with you, well there was no question about what kind of experience he’d give you. Not only could you handle him better than any human, but he was also obsessed with you and your scent and he loved making you come. Because he felt it when you came. Having an orgasm with his bonded mate was something on a different level. He felt your orgasm in his body and you felt his. There was nothing like it. Nothing.
He'd been having sex for thousands of years but you were the first he’d experienced bonded sex with and it changed him the first time he felt it. If he thought he was obsessed with sex before, it was nothing like what he needed now. But it was you he was obsessed with.
And you did feel so deeply for him and you knew it was different. This was going to change everything but you could set aside your worry because Harry would be with you in this.
The lights in the chandelier began to flicker and the room became thick with his scent and yours. Your senses were suddenly on fire. Every single movement that Harry made was felt and you sensed his body and the pleasure coursing through his veins searing into your own. The increased speed of his thrusts had you coughing out grunts when he rammed in deeply.
“Oh! Harry! I’m… fuck!” Your stomach boiled and your slickness was drenching everything under you. Harry set his eyes on yours and the look on his face was lust and love and need.
“Feel it, my love. Feel yourself open up to allow your body to accept getting filled with my sperm. It’s coming… My cock is pushing you open,” Harry grunted his words and moaned loudly, deeply.
You felt something being stuffed behind your head and opened your eyes again, Harry had angled you upward so you could see it. So you could watch as he filled you up and very moment you’d become pregnant. He didn’t need to say that’s what he was doing. You could hear his filthy thoughts.
You watched the carnal act happening between your legs. Everything was wet. The hair at the base of Harry’s dick was drenched in you, the sound of his cock sinking into you, the way cool air hit your bum and pussy when Harry reared back for a moment before burying himself back in… and the scent. Your sense of smell had always been very good but you loved the way you smelled when you were turned on mixed with Harry’s sweat.
Harry was huffing and grunting as he rutted into you. You could feel his orgasm approaching just as yours was. You gasped at the ache it caused you, he was holding it back so he could come with you and the hint of pain in his balls could be felt inside of you.
“Ah… fuck Harry, I’m coming…” you whined as you felt your pussy pulse and grip around his thick cock and Harry wailed out loudly as he finally poured his seed into you. He didn’t stop his heavy thrusts as he spurted hot come into your body, ramming himself in as deeply as he could go, coating your insides and shivering with the feel of your orgasm and his mixed in blissfully.
You felt like your heart stopped beating as you came. Your insides opened for him and your walls swallowed all that he gave you. The thick air choked your lungs and you cried out Harry’s name over and over again as if the words were oxygen for you.
When Harry couldn’t continue stuffing himself into you any deeper he stilled his hips and his labored breathing was heard in the room. You were spent. But it wasn’t over yet.
The orgasm was the beginning of the impregnation ritual. Now Harry’s cock would stay inside of you, keeping his seed pressed deeply in, his slit would continue to leak more come as your body drank it in. He explained to you that it would come after the orgasm.
Harry lowered himself over you and took your hand in his, moving your arm upward and bending it at the elbow, and kissed your lips. His cock was still hard and you could feel him continuing to pulse and twitch inside of you as he continued to drain himself. You could feel Harry’s ecstasy the whole time. He’d already come but his body was still experiencing the euphoria of the orgasm as his body released everything into you.
His hot mouth covered yours as he licked and kissed you. He squeezed your hand and brought his other hand under your head with his lips still on you.
It was simply erotic and intimate. There could be no other way to describe the moments that followed your orgasms. You were both reeling from the deliciousness but still connected and still in the moment. Still feeling everything around and inside of you.
“You’re gonna be a mommy, Y/n…” Harry spoke against your lips in a deep voice before he continued kissing you wetly.
You moaned and scratched your fingers down the expanse of his back with your free hand. You were gonna be a mom. Harry’s sperm would fill you up and impregnate you. Soon you’d be carrying his heir. Your heir.
Suddenly the lights that had been flickering went out and the row of candles over the mantle of the fireplace was all that was left to light the room.
You felt wind surround your body and Harry’s and then a low howl sounded in the room before the lights came back on and the room was still and quiet.
Harry backed away from the kiss and looked down at you with a soft smile and lidded eyes, “Baby… how do you feel?”
He kept your hand in his and the hand behind your head that cradled your cranium was rubbing at your scalp.
You smoothed your hand upward to his shoulders and smiled, “So good. Is it… is it done?”
Harry’s bright green eyes were soft and searching your face as he nodded, “Yes. The spirits have left and now you’re carrying my heir. Our heir.”
The ritual was complete the first time Harry came inside of you that night. But he took advantage of his state all night. You two rested between orgasms but he made sure that every time he came he was pumping his come inside your pussy, “Just to be sure,” he said. Though you both knew it was done, he loved filling your cunt with his warm come.
And you really wanted to know what it was like to have him in your mouth in his current state. Harry was licking down your body and had just dipped his tongue into your belly button when you sat up and pushed your fingers into his hair and lifted his head, “Let me have you in my mouth.”
Harry quickly fell to his back, put his hands behind his head, and spread his legs for you. You climbed between his thighs and grinned at him as you kneeled down and licked his tip, “Gonna try to take you in all the way,” you whispered as you eyed his massive cock. Harry was breathing heavily through his nose as he watched you push your lips to the side of his length and sponged soft kisses upward.
But then you moved your eyes back up to look at Harry and began to drag your teeth along his hard cock. Harry’s mouth dropped open as he watched you.
You licked with your tongue and then scraped with your teeth lightly along his tender skin. Harry panted out a whine and then spread his thighs apart further as he lifted himself to see better.
“Your heart,” you mumbled your words over his shaft, “your spirit, your heir,” you licked upward and then lowered back down to his base, “your come, your cock, your body…” baring your teeth you followed the path you’d just licked with your teeth until you reached his frenulum, “all belong to me now. You’re mine.”
Harry gasped and let out a breathy high-pitched moan as you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his tip, lapping his salty slit and then using your teeth on the underside of his tip, pressing into his frenulum.
You lowered yourself and tasted your arousal all over him. His cock was coated in your juices, though it had dried a little because he’d been eating you out and licking your body before you’d gotten to this point.
You sucked him in and opened your mouth wide to get deeper as you suctioned as hard as you could. You weren’t too worried about your teeth getting in the way. It was going to be impossible not to have some teeth action with how wide he was. But you could tell already he didn’t care.
Harry was mumbling and panting as he watched you work. You pushed yourself down further and felt his tip reach the back of your throat but you wanted to take all of him.
You put your eyes back on his and swallowed over his tip as your teeth were pinching him just enough to have him squirm and whimper. This pleased you.
Even though he was so big at the moment (big in general but especially large for the ritual) you realized you could bring him into your throat and push down until your lips met the thatch of hair at his base. You liked it. You did have to pull up to get air more often but this was your best work.
“Fuuuckk… angel…” Harry was unable to make sense of much of his mumbled words and choked moans, but you heard his praises loud and clear as you glided your mouth and throat over him.
Before he could come you slowed your motions. You had drool dripping off from your chin and Harry’s face was pink and his deep breaths were ragged. You traced your teeth up his length and ghosted them over his tip and Harry grunted as he quickly sat up.
It happened so fast his motions as he reached for you and dragged you into his lap before plunging himself into your slick pussy. He coughed out a loud moan and came inside of you, his face twisting up in agonizing delight. He told you he only wanted to come inside of your pussy all night and he meant it. You felt him flood your walls and you put your hands around the back of his neck and moaned praises to him, “Fill me up. I love it, Harry.”
And you paused suddenly as Harry was releasing into you and something came over you to call him something you’d never called him before. Something you’d had no interest in before that moment, but now it seemed in context to what was happening, “Give me your babies, Daddy.”
Harry clenched his jaw and sputtered out a curse as he smashed his lips to yours and bucked upward into you a few more times.
“Fuck, angel… You’re gonna make me a Daddy, huh?” Harry’s rough laugh was deep and he kept kissing you as he spoke his words.
Technically, Harry was already a dad. He’d sired many babies to many women over his lifetime. But this time he was going to be a dad. He would be a father to this heir because it was with his bonded mate.
“Yes, you want that?” Your words were muffled as he continued pressing his lips to yours.
“Fuck yes. Daddy wants to give you so many babies…” Harry was breathless when he spoke but you laughed at that. You weren’t sure you wanted so many babies, but you could start with the one.
When Harry finished pumping into you he laid you back and continued where he left off before you went down on him. Kissing down from your jaw to your breasts and to your belly button, and then put his lips on your pussy and drew into his mouth his come that dripped from you.
He pushed himself up to hover over you and you opened your mouth wide as he spat his come onto your tongue. He watched you swallow it and smiled down at you, “I love you.”
Harry called for room service. Yes, of course, Satan’s manor had staff. It was a little like a hotel. But the only people allowed to stay were those he specifically invited.
And once again, the food was delightful. Harry wanted to make sure you were fed and full of more than just himself.
You two lazed on the bed eating and drinking wearing nothing but sweat and smiles.
Harry’s wicked smirk got your attention, though, as you licked cream from your fingers and you squinted at him, already knowing his thoughts.
“You’re a pervert, Mr. Styles.”
Harry licked his lips and sat up, his heavy cock still hard and hanging between his legs.
“I can’t argue with that assessment,” he said when he began to crawl over you. He lowered his face and sniffed upward from your hips to your breasts and up to your neck before licking and biting your skin.
You laughed when his force pushed you down and the plate you’d just been eating from fell from your lap and spilled the cake onto the bed next to your hip.
Harry pushed your legs apart and glass crashed to the floor when your knee hit the tray and dipped into the bowl of fruit, the sweet frosting from the cake smearing onto the skin of your upper thigh.
But you didn’t care about any of that. You were with the man of your dreams. The one who’d show you everything there was to know. The one you’d be with for all time. The one you shared your heart with. The one who loved you unconditionally and without question. He filled your heart and your soul and your body so completely that you’d never feel alone or afraid again.
And it was just the beginning of everything.
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Ok but the real question is who would YOU want to be chased by. Let us into your sexy kinky little brain miss redwood
This is all consenting by the way 💕 Please tell me if there’s tags I should put this under for triggers please
My personal #1 choice is Angel. He’s tall and his legs are so long I feel like he’ll catch up so fast you don’t stand a chance which is scarier 🤭 Then I just think about how cocky and taunting he’d be. “Better run faster, baby. I’m right behind you.” “Aw, are you getting tired?” Calling you names, some sweet, some…not. I can imagine him cooing at you when he gets too close and sees you start to panic a little when you look back 🥺 “I won’t hurt you too bad baby, just let me catch you. You must be so tired” He’d be the type to sometimes not even really run, just walk fast because he knows he’ll catch you anyway. When he gets right on your heels he might even let you get away just to keep the chase going. Also what about his rings glittering in the moonlight if it’s dark The way he’d pin you down when he finally has enough and catches you 😮💨 he’ll have you laying on the floor getting you all dirty or maybe against a tree, his ringed hand pressing your cheek into the bark to keep you still.
But I have reasons for the others too 🧠 Angel is just the loml 🥰 I think Coco would be terrifying. Quiet and sneaky, using his skills as a sniper against you. Might even sneak up ahead of where he knows you’ll go just to scare you into another direction. He’ll wear all black and sometimes he just looks like a shadow. Just like Angel when he finally cuts the shit and catches you.
Bishop would be another slow one, stalking you more than chasing. He’ll smoke while he does it. Doesn’t care that you can see then smoke or end burning that can give his away. Also very taunting. “Are those legs getting tired, pretty girl? I can see they are.”
EZ puts in work. He does cardio and has endurance. I think he’d be the type to actually chase you, makes it a little lighter than the others, he laughs while he runs after you. Chases you to a specific area where he already has a soft thick blanket laid out for where he’ll take you down safely.
Jax I think would be another hunter type. Cocky and makes little jokes, but his heart is pounding and he teases you making sure you know you’re not gonna get away from him 😓
#dark fic#I just tagged that in case#it’s not really dark imo but just to be safe#Angel Reyes#coco cruz#Jax teller#bishop losa#ez reyes#Tahti’s thots#dark hc
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writing any dark angel fic? if not, what would you write if youw ere gonna?
I’m not currently! But we shall see once I have a few more episodes under my belt. Or more so once Alec arrives 👀👀 what I would write. Honestly I’m not even sure! Open to suggestions??
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Last Handful of Dividers
rounding out the last of the legions/chapters! will be making fancy dividers for space wolves/blood angels/night lords soon
credit not required but it'd be cool if you did
#warhammer 40k#warhammer 30k#dark angels#iron hands#imperial fists#raven guard#white scars#fic dividers#dividers
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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
We’re back with some more smutty, kinky, and dark fun for the month of October. These one shots are not from any existing AU. These will get very dark so read ALL warnings before hand. My blog is an 18+ ONLY space. All minors and hate will be blocked. This is fiction, have fun. This year I’m introducing a few more characters instead of just Chris and Sebastian characters...
Ablutophilia with Chris Beck
Breath Play with Ari Levinson
Candaulism with Nick Vaughan
Dacryphilia with Mike Weiss
Ejaculating Toy with Chase Collins
Forced Voyeurism with Nick Fowler
Grooming with Napoleon Solo
Hate Sex with Ransom Drysdale
Innocence Kink with Frank Adler
Jealousy with William ‘Ironhead’ Miller
Key Party with Andy Barber
Lactation Kink with Jake Jensen
Mutual Masturbation with Mickey Henry
Non-Con with Jax Teller
Objectification with Lance Tucker
Possessive Behavior with Angel Reyes
Quirt with Steve Kemp
Ravishment Fantasy with Jefferson
Somnophilia with Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Tea Bagging with Dean Winchester & Soldier Boy
Uteromania with Justin Capshaw
Vampire Gloves with Sam Winchester
Water Play with Captain Syverson
Xenophilia with Tyler Rake
Yandere with August Walker
Zipper Dinner with Lloyd Hansen
Electrostimulation with Mr. Freezy
Harpaxophilia with Curtis Everett
Housewife Kink with Clark Kent
Kidnapping with Walter Marshall
Coercion with Carter Baizen & Bryce Langley
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I love your angel and devil au sm omgomgomg
Imagine Eddie mocking the readers moans/begging just during the day when he’s feeling mean and reader will tear up and run to Steve to hide her face in his chest and Steve just looks at Eddie and goes “Shes sensitive, you need to be nicer to her” and he’d grab her tear stained face “isn’t that right baby?” Meanwhile Eddie’s irritated so later when things are getting heated Eddie is tougher than usual bc he’s pissed Abt reader thinking she can always run to Steve
A/N: i have no words. he's such a dick, but I love him.
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“No, no, no, no, you’re not going anywhere,” Eddie yanked your overly sensitive pussy back for him to dive back in, ruthlessly pounding into your trembling hole as you clawed against the sheets, “don’t you already know?” he smacked your flushed face just a little harder than usual, “you can’t run from me. You can never get away from me no matter how hard you try, no matter how often you go crying to Steve, I’ll always be right here ready to pick up where we left off.”
“Dude,” the angel tried as the harsh words woke him just enough from his post-orgasm haze to react.
“Oh, shut up you celestial jerk!” Eddie groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance as his hips kept up their brutal pace, making your whole body jerk from the overstimulation, “just let me have my fun and then you can patch her up afterwards, alright?”
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It was at that moment five years later, Phil knew, he’d m̸̺̀u̸̞͔̙͘f̶̣̘̒f̴̠̱̂͊̚î̴͕̯͋n̵͍̳̝̊̽ed up.
#I love making silly little memes for my fic#Better than actually writing it lmao#angel duo#Yandere Philza best Philza#I hate hats so much#murder mention tw#scp philza#scp tommyinnit#sbi au#scp au#fault au#fault memes pog#Knife tw#Dark sbi#something to nom on
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hi nani <3 happy valentine's day <3
for twisted tuesday: stepdad!loki
he's so posessive--like, in the extreme. borders on obsessive. at first you liked having a man so genuinely interested in the things you had to say. at first he was your mom's good-looking, if not mean-tongued husband. at first you thought it was sweet that he would tell you to text him if you got there safe, where you were, etc--thought that he cared about you.
at first it was just too-close brushes of your bodies. a certain look in his eyes you thought you were imagining. now, he puts his hand on your thigh under the dinner table and squeezes. now, he leaves bruises in the shapes of fingers and teeth.
happy valentines day angel!! <3
𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday ! send in ur dark au requests :>
content: daddy kink, stepcest, smut, size kink, cnc, dark content,, ALL ACTS ARE PERFORMED BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS! THIS POST IS 18+ MDNI
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he’s so mean and degrading. while he’s pounding into you ferociously as you’re singing praises to his name. your legs are thrown up over his shoulder, the golden anklet with a charm resembling his thorns dangling off your leg. “daddy please!” you’re begging, clenching tightly around him as you try to fend off your third orgasm of the night. “please i can’t do anymore!” you sob.
“it’s so cute that you think i’d care darling. you’re just a toy for my pleasure. now lay there and take daddy’s cock like a good slut” and take it you do, loving the way he’s gripping your hips for dead life, leaving bruises in the shape of his fingers and fucking his little stepdaughter with no shame
#twisted tuesday!#nsfw.nani#dark.nani#kenzie my angel 👼🏽#dark!loki#stepdad!loki#loki x fem!reader#loki drabble#loki blurb#loki smut#loki fic#loki laufeyson x fem!reader#loki laufeyson drabble#loki laufeyson blurb#loki laufeyson smut#loki laufeyson fic#dark!loki laufeyson
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Heaven is so high up that once you’re there, Aziraphale realizes the only way out is to fall.
In an attempt to stop the apocalypse once more, he steals the Book of Life and Jesus’s soul, placing him back on Earth as Adam’s brother. Now suspended somewhere between falling and fallen, Aziraphale needs help from the only one he can trust to navigate his new life. The same demon he rejected a lifetime ago.
Despite how they parted, Crowley can't turn his back on the aching angel, working through his pain and heartache as they slowly inch towards one another, acting on millennia of bottled-up feelings and desire.
The only problem? Adam’s powers are still alive, and he wants everybody to have their “happy ever after” in his town.
Or else.
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The little shreds of sanity they still had at that point were crushed by the fear of never being able to modify reality again, of never stopping hurting. And it was effective; it had taken those who were still strong and defiant over the edge, drove them to their knees asking for forgiveness.
Not Crowley, though.
He hadn’t begged.
He knew at that point that someone willing to destroy the one who had created the stars and wanted life to thrive wouldn’t listen to a plea coming from the darkest pit.
So Crowley hadn’t begged, instead pointing at the Heavens with his animal snoot, daring them to give him an answer. He hadn't broken down and asked for mercy.
He wouldn’t start doing it now. And he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing his angel do that. This Fall wouldn't be a punishment, wouldn’t make either of them break. He’d make sure of that, he’d protect Aziraphale.
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