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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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You don't realize what you have until it's gone.

Too Late Now | Lucifer x gn!Reader

Content Warnings: Major character death (Reader), Angst with No Happy Ending. Unrequited love, memory flashbacks and a dream sequence, brief mentions of blood/fatal injuries (cause unspecified).

Word Count: 2.7k words

Lucifer will never forget your last night in the Devildom. He knew long before that moment that you wanted a pact with him. You reminded him often with your not-so-subtle comments about how it felt like something was missing, that you wished the two of you could be even closer.

Unlike Solomon, Lucifer considered your request seriously, debating giving part of himself to you the way his brothers had. But he was proud, and he wanted to make absolutely sure you were worthy of having a pact with him. He resisted you to the very end, even though your persistence was charming, at times.

Lucifer was sitting at the dining room table reading the morning’s paper when you shuffled in, still wearing your sleep clothes like you just crawled out of bed.

When you realized he was there, you yawned and stretched your arms up high above your head. The cropped shirt you wore rode up your belly and he could see some of his brothers’ pact marks etched into your skin. He averted his gaze before he was tempted to stare.

“Good morning, Lucifer!” you said cheerfully, trailing off into another quiet yawn.

You pat your stomach and rested your hand over Beel’s pact mark. “I was just thinking that I have room for another pact mark somewhere, maaaaybe right-” you paused, patting the space above your heart, “here. What do you think? Know any demons interested in making a pact with a ‘lil human like me?”

He scoffed and flicked his wrist, turning the page and barely sparing you another glance. “I’m sure you can find several willing demons if you parade yourself down the street like that,” he suggested dryly.

“Aww, Luci, you’re no fun.” You pouted your lips and he refused to smile, no matter how cute you looked.

Realizing your attempt to seduce him - badly - into a pact had failed, you gave up the ruse and headed towards the kitchen. “I’ll make us some coffee!”

You faced each other that last night in his private study, the cursed TSL album played softly in the background while the fireplace crackled next to you. Both of you were bathed in shadow and flame. He finally gave into temptation to bind you to him and he made you his, his mark etched into your skin forever, but you still looked dissatisfied.

Lucifer realized there were emotions swirling in your gaze that you always tried to hide from him - hope, longing, desire. He knew what else you wanted from him, but he couldn’t bring himself to close the rift between you. It was his last line of defense, the only thing keeping him from becoming yours completely. You were going home, and whatever relationship you wanted with him was about to come to an end. He thought it would be easier this way.

“Lucifer, I–” you started to say, but he grabbed your shoulders and pulled you to him. Whatever you tried to say next was muffled against his chest. He looked down at you and pretended the tears pooling in your eyes didn’t hurt him.

“Don’t,” he warned you quietly. “You have your own life to live, and I promise you that your friendship is more than enough.” He held you like that while you cried quietly against his chest. When he finally convinced you to go to your room to sleep, he stayed up drinking in front of the fireplace and wondered if he made the right choice.

The next morning, it was like nothing happened. You still greeted him in that sickeningly sweet and cheerful voice of yours, and his brothers hovered around you for your attention while they said their goodbyes.

When you promised Lucifer you’d see him again soon, eyes fiery with determination, he believed you would find a way to make it happen. He wondered if things might turn out differently the next time you meet; he wasn’t sure he had the power to resist you a second time.

During the first two weeks after your return to the human world, Lucifer tells himself it’s not bitter regret that swirls uncomfortably at the pit of his stomach and makes his heart ache. His brothers aren’t handling your departure very well, and he refuses to let himself be made a fool by his emotions. He has to be strong and set an example for the rest of them. He can’t let one mere human ruin him. He’s determined to carry on as normal, as though you were never there to begin with.

He will not visit your old room until your scent fades away.

He will not trace the outline of his pact mark with you and wonder if you can feel his fingertips on your skin when he does it.

He will not miss you.

Lucifer doesn’t dream often. Sometimes he does, and he dreams of white feathers burning around him while he falls into a dark abyss. Other times, he dreams of random memories of his brothers, or his long lost sister. In the three months since he last saw you, he’s dreamt of you, too.

But the dream he has tonight is different from the others. You’re both trapped in a grey void. He wants to go to you, but Lucifer can’t move no matter how hard he tries. You’re so close, just out of his reach. There’s something unsettling about your expression - your small, bittersweet smile lacks the mischievous humor he’s so fond of. Your eyes are serious and sad; he thinks you look defeated.

“I’m sorry,” you say weakly, like you’re talking to him from the opposite end of a tunnel even though he’s only a few feet away from you. The words echo in the empty space around him even though you’ve grown silent.

He doesn’t understand what’s going on, and he wants to ask you what you mean, but he’s unable to speak. You flicker before his eyes, fading in and out of focus like a projection. It’s eerie at first, and he realizes he’s looking at different versions of you because you keep changing.

In one moment, you look like you did the last time he saw you. Then suddenly, your image becomes distorted. All he sees is that one of your eyes is swollen shut and blood drips down the side of your face, a gnarly gash split across your temple. Your teeth are bloody when you open your mouth to speak again, but there’s a roar building in his ears, and suddenly you’re gone and he can’t see you anymore–

Lucifer wakes up with a gasp. There’s searing pain behind his eyes and he groans while he holds his face in his hands. He’s trembling, and he feels cold and empty, and he wants to forget the haunting image of your broken face. Eventually the sleepy fog lifts from his mind, and he realizes someone is pounding on his bedroom door. His brothers shout his name outside his room, and he thinks he can hear someone crying.

It’s only then that he glances down at his bare chest and realizes that his pact mark with you is gone.

Lucifer was working on his third stack of documents to review and sign when there’s a quiet knock on his door. He glanced at the clock - 9:48pm. He thought he told his brothers he was busy this evening and he didn’t want to be disturbed.

He was prepared to string up whoever had the nerve to interrupt him, but he froze when he pulled the door open and found you instead. Your hand was raised like you were just about to knock again, and you dropped it hastily and grinned at him.

“Hi Luci,” you said in that cutesy sing-song voice of yours, “I brought you something.”

He realized that you were holding a large bowl out to him. He sniffed the air and couldn’t contain his surprise. “Shadow hog stew?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Beel said it was your favourite. I made it earlier, but you never showed up for dinner. Your phone must be broken, by the way. I only tried calling and texting you like, a million times to tell you to come eat with us.”

Lucifer put his phone on do-not-disturb for a reason: you and your incessant nagging.

“I’m busy,” he said irritably, and he glared when you just smiled and shoved the bowl at him anyway.

“Well, you’re pretty clever. I’m sure you can figure out a way to eat a bit of food while you finish your work.” You headed back towards the stairs leading to the main floor. “There’s more in the kitchen if you want some!” You called to him over your shoulder, waving him goodnight before you disappeared from view.

Lucifer sat at his desk and stared at the bowl before he picked up the spoon. He decided that wasting something as decadent as shadow hog stew might not be proper form, and he tried a hesitant mouthful. And then another. And another after that.

He waited until he was sure you were in your room and fast asleep before taking the empty bowl to the kitchen for seconds.

The familiar scent of shadow hog stew catches Lucifer’s attention and he leaves his office to visit the kitchen. It’s a rich, hearty dish that was normally reserved for special occasions. He is very picky with how it’s prepared, and most of his brother’s don’t have the patience to make it properly. He hasn’t had it since you–well, he hasn’t had it in a long time.

“What’s the meaning of this?” he asks Satan, who is stirring the large pot of stew on the stove.

“I - I mean, we - thought you might like to try having something different tonight,” Satan says carefully, glancing at his older brother from the corner of his eye. “There’s some concern that you’re not eating enough.”

Lucifer opens his mouth to argue, because he is not some child that needs to be coddled, but he looks closer at the open recipe book on the counter. There are notes scribbled in the page margins where ingredients and measurements are crossed out and re-written. There’s also a pink sticky note on the side of the page, and he can still make out the familiar writing:

☆ one of Luci’s favs! ☆

It feels like there’s a heavy stone in his stomach, and Lucifer turns around and storms away from the kitchen before the feeling makes him nauseous.

“Where are you going? This is almost ready!” Satan calls to him.

“I’m not hungry,” Lucifer snarls, heading to his study and slamming the door behind him.

Lucifer startled when you dangled a paper bag in front of his face. “Can’t you see that I’m working?”

You sat in the chair across from him at his desk. “Yes, yes. All that important paperwork, I know. But I think it’s time to take a break, don’t you?”

He took the bag you offered him and pulled out the black…whatever the item is supposed to be. He held it up with his fingers. “Am I supposed to know what this is?”

You clapped your hands excitedly. “It’s a bath bomb!”

Lucifer gave you a deadpan stare. “It’s a what?”

“A baaaath boooomb,” you exaggerated the pronunciation slowly for his benefit. “It’s like fancy bubbles. You drop it into the water and it makes baths 500% more fun. You should try it.”

Lucifer sniffed at the black, strangely shaped item in his hand. “It smells like roses.”

You nodded. “Yep, and citrus, too. You’ll smell amazing afterwards, don’t you think?”

He glanced at it warily. “It has glitter in it. And this dark colour can’t be good for the porcelain tub. Don’t you think this will stain it? Who do you expect to clean up after this?”

You waved away his concerns with a grin. “Okay, so maybe glitter’s not your jam, and the cleanup might be a pain, but I promise it’s worth trying. I’ll even help you scrub the mess after.”

He put the bath product back into its paper bag and tossed it to you. You weren’t expecting it, and you just managed to catch it before it fell to the ground and shattered into a thousand pieces. “I’m not interested in childish nonsense. Give it to Asmo instead.”

You stood up from your chair with a resigned sigh. “Fine, you win this round. But for what it’s worth, I do think you’re working too much these days. You should take a break. A bit of relaxation won’t kill you.”

Lucifer knocks on Asmo’s door. When his brother answers, Lucifer pushes a basket into his hands. “These were in the bathroom. I assume you can find some use for them, since no one else will.”

Asmo opens the basket and smiles at the small collection of colourful bath bombs you purchased during your stay in the Devildom. “I forgot they bought these. Did you know that they gave Solomon money to buy them in the human world? You can’t even buy these on Akuzon.”

Lucifer can’t imagine why you’d go to that much trouble for something so trivial. “I didn’t know they liked baths enough to spend their hard-earned money on such ridiculous frivolities.”

Asmo glanced at his brother and hesitated before speaking. “Well, they didn’t like baths. They bought these for…someone else to use.” Asmo reached into the basket and picked up a black rose-shaped bath bomb and held it out to his brother. “I think you should keep this one.”

There was something knowing in Asmo’s gaze, and something inside him cracked. He shook his head and walked away before he said - or did - something stupid.

Lucifer’s still not sure how he ended up outside your old bedroom door. He felt numb and he wasn’t paying attention to where his feet were taking him. When you left the Devildom, he resisted the temptation to visit your old room. Since your death, he pretended the room didn’t exist.

The door hinges are creaky from lack of use, and he opens the door just enough so he can slip inside before closing it behind him. Judging by the dust in the air, he doesn’t think his brothers have visited your room since your passing either. The room has grown cold and desolate in your absence. He has the urge to board it up and lock it away so that no one else can ever use it.

Lucifer’s not sure what he expects to find when he examines your empty shelves and starts opening random drawers in your vanity. Maybe you left something behind, something he can keep to remember you by; it’ll remind him years from now that you’re the reason why the hole in his heart exists.

There’s a blue sticky note inside one of the drawers. He nearly glances over it, except he notices that the writing is still legible, not yet faded by time. He assumes it’s an old reminder to yourself about homework you had to do, or maybe a shopping list on a night when it was your turn to cook.

He wonders what kind of note you would write today if you could see him now. You were always leaving notes all over the house for him and his brothers to find. He used to hate the ones you left in his office that reminded him to take breaks and to drink something other than coffee.

He misses those notes now. He misses you.

He swallows around the lump in his throat, and the note shakes in his hands when he summons the courage to read it:

Are you rummaging through my old room because you miss me? I’ll be thinking about you from the human world. Love you! ♡

Something inside him finally breaks. He can’t stop himself when he finally confesses his feelings for you in a hushed whisper, heard by no one else except the memory of you that haunts him.

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jobean12-blog · 10 months

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Dark Desires

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x reader (Demon AU)

Word Count: 700

Summary: Now that he's finally found you he's never letting you go.

Author's Note: Another one for @pupandkisasaesthetics Aesthetic's challenge! Thank you bunches to beauties @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne for hosting such an awesome challenge!💕 And thank you bunches to my beautiful Ali @flordeamatista for reading this over and supporting me always!💕 Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰The moodboard is by me and the photo prompt I was given is the very top picture. I've also included it on its own at the bottom so you can get a good look!

Warnings: some angst and tension but he's soft (maybe soft!d-a-r-kish if you squint) and definitely s-e-x-y.

In the deep, dark of the woods, where the moon’s pale light struggles to pierce through the dense canopy of trees, there is a thick silence other than the rapid thumping of your heart and the rush of blood in your ears.

Your feet catch on fallen twigs and branches, your skin scraped and torn but you don’t stop running.

Unseen eyes watch from the shadows, a presence so powerful you can feel it in your bones.

You’re being hunted.

Instinct fuels your escape but it’s futile as the forest seems to shift around you, pathways twisting and turning in a disorienting dance.

As you stumble over the ground and fall to your knees you suck in a deep breath, the whisper of wind carrying strange murmurs in a language you don’t understand.

Suddenly, you feel a cool breath at your neck, your hairs standing on end and goosebumps shivering along your skin.

You turn with wide, fear filled eyes but there’s nothing but the darkness of the woods pressing ever closer.

You stand on shaky legs and step carefully toward a large tree, pressing your back to the thick bark and searching for the source of the palpable force.

A tall and broad figure emerges from the shadows, it’s silhouette only something you’ve seen in books and as it moves closer, steps measured and deliberate, you can start to see the outline of huge wings.

You squeeze your eyes shut and will the image away, digging your fingertips into the tree.

The voice, when it speaks, is a whisper against the shell of your ear, powerful in it’s seduction and dangerous in it’s temptation.

A slow and deeply satisfied smile frames sharp teeth and his breath quickens when he inhales at the soft skin of your neck.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “My perfect Angel.”

Your eyes are still closed tightly as a single tear rolls down your cheek. He lifts his thumb to tenderly brush it away.

“Open your eyes,” he says softly.

Unable to resist you do as he says.

“There,” he says, holding his saccharine smile. “Was that so hard.”

Your lips tremble as you try to find the words to speak. His thumb, still pressed to your skin, moves lower, tracing the outline of your mouth until he lightly presses against it, parting your lips.

“Don’t be afraid,” he coos, spreading expansive wings the color of twilight until you’re surrounded only by his presence. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

He tilts his head invitingly and holds your gaze, the horns that crown his head, twisting upward with artistic grace, glinting in the moonlight.

Your lips part further as something moves behind him, long and sinewy but before you can decipher what it is it disappears from sight.

“Wh…who are you?” you manage to ask as you finally let your eyes wander over the rest of his features.

He inches closer, his nearness creating a complex blend of emotions and sensations, blurring the lines between fear and desire in a way you could never have imagined.

His blue eyes are mesmerizing, their intensity both powerful and imposing but yet softened by an unyielding desire. Long but strong fingers continue to ghost over your face, his touch igniting a fire under your skin that spreads through your veins.

“James. You can call me James.”

You gasp out his name when you feel something slide along your calf. It’s touch is gentle despite the power you feel and as it explores the contours of your skin with reverent curiosity you become aware of what it is.

Each caress of his tail leaves a lingering trace of tingling sensations, awakening a trail of longing that seems to coil around your very being. He slides it between your breasts, lightly tracing the curve of your neck before he loosely wraps it around the delicate column.

“What are you going to do to me?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

His dark hairs falls forward, brushing your cheek as his soft lips caress your ear and his voice, like velvet, whispers promises that sink deep into the recesses of your desires.

“Everything Angel. Everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

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gaywerewolfwithanxiety · 2 months

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NSFW WORK

tags: subbot Lucifer x domtop gn reader, cock as be read as a magical strap on which attaches itself to the body as a regular dick, sex toys, degradation.

This is my first time writing smut so there will be errors but I will gradually get better at it so bear with me.

The demon frowns harder as he feel his cheeks and ears burn with humiliation. The avatar of pride doesn't panick but someone seeing him in this position would destroy the reputation he has carefully build over all these years. He couldn't even imagine what kind of rumours would spread about him. Yet he couldn't resist the temptation to submit to these sensations.

"ma-master, please help me" cried out Lucifer, his nails pressing into your skin.

Gripping him tightly, you push him over the table.

"See? All you had to do was ask nicely" you smirked while hovering over him. Lucifer begins to undress himself, while the toy is still inside him but you, being impatient as usual, rips his clothes away from his body before he could even process it. You undressed even faster. Your lips latches themselves to his neck, your hands firmly spreading his legs to expose his hard dick to you. Looks like the avatar of pride loved being manhandled.

Lucifer was so fucking gorgeous, so ethereal, his beauty never managed to not surprise you even though you two had done it many times. Pulling his hips up, you slowly start to remove the vibrator from his ass. Lucifer was already prepped before when you inserted the toy into his ass. Lucifer starts whimpering desperately, just when you have almost pulled out the vibrator, you pushed it back into his hole making him jump. "Wh-what do you think you are doing?!" Lucifer squirms beneath you. "Come on, I know how much you like this" Lucifer scoffs but still blushing furiously.

That's when he felt the sensation of your cock against his hole, Lucifer starts to protest but immediately stops when you slide in, slowly, so he could feel every inch of you making him go feral. Lucifer further bends over the table as you are completely engulfed in the heat of his walls. He moans loudly like a dog in heat but then shamefully covers his mouth with his hands.

"Aww, you don't need to hide your beautiful noises from me" your tone sadistic and full of mockery. Your girthy length pressed against his prostate. His walls clenched around your length, his breath hitching with your every thrust.

"You are such a slut for me, luci" you groaned. "Such a good boy"

Lucifer sucks in a sharp breath "only for you, mc".

"Really? Maybe I should show those lowly demons how the avatar of pride actually is" you teastingly threaten him.

"n-no don't" begs Lucifer.

You continue plunging your cock deep into lucifer's sensitive insides. Your hands trailed over his body and finally reached to his nipples. You slowly start to rub them between your fingers, they become erect almost immediately.

"Does that feel good, having your nipples played with like a dumbwhore?" Lucifer responds with a frantic nod and a loud moan, many weak moans following it. You mercilessly slapped your hips against his plump spread ass, moans from him in each thrust. The vibrator and your cock were mercilessly destroying his insides.

" I a-am close.." Lucifer whimpered out.

"Wait, I am not finished yet" you flip lucifer so that he is now straddling your lap while you sit on top of the table.

"Move on your own" you commanded.

Lucifer's starts to move, you hold onto his waif helping him move.

Lucifer starts to speed up, despite feeling shameful.

He sqeals, biting his bottom lip, a pathetic way to hide his moans.your tongue swirls around his erect nipple, biting them.

Lucifer bounces on our dick like his life depends on it, letting our a weak cry from being stuffed so full.

"I-can I come" Lucifer whines being on the edge of his organsm.

"Yes f-fuck" you nod agressively

Lucifer comes, his cum spreading all over your stomach. You smile mischievously and soon after you also come, thick and hot spurts of cum filling up his insides. Lucifer squeezes and grinds down onto your dick. You pull out, cum drips out of lucifer's hope, dripping down his thighs. You lick the cum in his inner thighs while also marking them with your bites.

Lucifer moans embarassed with your actions. You finger his ass and take out the vibrator which seemed to be dead. He cries out for last time. You sure do have the oldest wrapped around your finger.

Lucifer leans down and pulls you into a deep heated kiss before getting off the table. He uses his powers to clean up the mess and dress you both. You again kiss Lucifer and you both head for the house of lamentation

Lucifer might be a little ooc but that's just because i love writing him as a slut (Only for you though).

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kelppsstuff · 3 months

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“The Daughter of Wrath.”

Masterlist

Warnings: smut, p in v, adam, kinda angst? Not really

Summery: The reader sneaks out of her palace and meets the first man, but as he lets her go over time they find one another becomes more and more hard to resist temptation.

Darcy, the sin of wrath. One of the big shot seven deadly sins. That man was my father. When my father found out that my mother was pregnant with me, he waited. Waited until I was three to kill her. Because of my father I grew up motherless. I grew up forced to live in his shadow, never able to see the light.

I was his executioner, his doll to bend to his will. Never aloud out of the palace. But that changed. I snuck out. Impulsive? Yes. Did I care? No. At least at first I didn’t. But when that portal in the sky opened I knew something was about to go very wrong.

And I was right. Angels started to fly out the portals and started kill all the sinners off the streets. No one was safe. I ran. I ran as fast as I could trying to get back to my home. What the fuck is this? Why are angels killing sinners? Was this new? And if not, why didn’t my dad tell me?

I ran into the alley way, my mansion in view. But I felt someone tug my arm back. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck. I turned to look at the angel and he looked different than the others. He wore a golden robe, a mask that was almost demonic that glowed golden.

I tried to pry my arm away but his grip was too strong. “Who are you? Why are you killing those poor souls?” I continued to try and free myself but she just used his other hand to secure me. “You must be new to hell.” Fuck this guy.

My eyes flashed red and sent a red electrical wave all around us. Effectively flying him away from me. I ran and climbed over the gate of my home. Once I was inside the palace walls I felt calmer. I ran to my room and locked the door, throwing myself onto my bed.

The sound of knocking on my balcony pulled me out of my thoughts. The fuck? That man was back. I shouldn’t let him in. That’s a dumb decision. But the way he tilted his head at me and pointed his fingers to the door compelled me. I stood and opened the door like a moron. “Who are you?” He asked me.

“(Name) and you?”

“Adam. You know first man Adam.”

So this was the first man. “Why are you killing everyone?” His eyes narrowed at me and for a second I thought I was going to be next on his kill list but instead he walked to the railing, overlooking the angels killing everyone.

“They deserve death, there sinners. This place was hard to find surprisingly. You have to be looking for it.” He was right, my father intended for it to be that way. He had no tolerance for socialization. “My father likes it like that.”

“Oh? And who’s he? Some kind of demon royalty?”

“Sort of. He’s one of the sins.” I walked to the railed and stood next to him, overlooking the dread on the streets. “If your killing everyone, why not me?”

“Who says I won’t?” His brow raised.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to assume.”

“Everyone assumes, it’s a part of having knowledge.” His voice got quieter but I could hear the anger, the wrath.

“So your the first man?”

“Sure am babe!” He immediately perked up. As if talking about himself cures all worries.

“How does that whole story go? My dad said he didn’t want me to know to much about the heavens or humans.” Adam was apart of both.

“Well from dust I was created, but Eve technically wasn’t the first woman.” His fist clenched around the railing as he retold the story. “The first woman was Lilith but Lucifer stole her away. The Heavens then created Eve as a replacement, then that fucking duck offered her the apple of knowledge. She also fucked him.” His throat clenched as the last sentence.

“Is that why your killing these people?” My voice was quiet, cautious not to anger him further.

He turned to look at me and shook his head. “The sinners were rising and overflowing to heaven, we needed to find away to keep the population down.” So you kill people? Was he going to kill me? What have I accomplished? What can I say I confidently did before I died?

The portal to Heaven opened up again and his wings spread. It was the first time I gotten a clear View of them. They were marvelously beautiful. I reached my hand to touch them but before I could he flew off into the sky. Back to heaven. I watched as he flew off and then saw a golden feather floating in the sky down into my hands. I smiled at the tiny feather and clutched it to my chest. My first real interaction with someone besides my father.

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Adam came back exactly one year later. I watched from my balcony as the angels came down from the sky once again. I waited, but he wasn’t showing. I had just about gone back inside the feather my pocket a reminder of the man. But his voice stopped my movement. “Ya miss me?” Crazy enough I did.

I turned to the man who just landed on my balcony, a smile wide on my face. I ran to his side. “What have you been up too? How was heaven? Ohhhh did you do anything fun? Do you have friends up there?” Questions kept spilling from my mouth. Well there goes my cool facade, but I couldn’t help it. I had grown truly lonely.

“Slow down babe. We’ve got time. Heavens great as always. Never a bad day in heaven. And of course I have friends, I’m fucking Adam.” He looked over my head and into my room and lead us into it. “And I just had a gig so that’s what I’ve been up to.” He laid down on my bed, on his stomach. His wings in full display. I couldn’t help myself. I slowly climb onto the bed and brushed my hand gently on his wings. Soft, like a puppy.

He immediately turned and looked up and me. “The fuck?” At least he wasn’t too aggressive the way he said it. “I’m sorry, there just really pretty and soft.” He tilted his head like the first time I saw him on my balcony. He then laid back down and said, “you can continue, if ya like. You’ve got a comfy bed.”

I smiled and immediately started to pet them while he gave a soft humming melody. In this moment I wasn’t alone. This moment felt perfect. I never wanted it to end. But unfortunately it had too.

We walked back out as the portal reopened. He started to lift off into the sky but I grabbed his hand before he could fully take off. He looked down at me confused and I blushed in embarrassment. “I did miss you. I’ll see you next year yeah?” He nodded his head and flew back into heaven. Like last time I watched. And as the year went by I waited for his return.

As the years went on every time he came back I was filled with joy and as he left again I waited a whole year for him, almost like I was stuck without him.

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10 years later

He came and left again yesterday. And like every year I threw myself into my bed and waited for him. Scrolling mindlessly on my phone. Over time I grew to love the angel that would visit me once a year. I loved him more than I thought could be possible. I loved him like the moon loved the moon. Never able to tell how you feel as you only get a few hours with them. He shined so bright while I could only live in the dark. I was alone, but when he was here I felt like a better person. I felt complete.

Too focused on my thoughts I didn’t hear the knocking on my balcony door. But when the door opened that got my attention. I jumped out of my bed and saw him.

Immediately my heart jumped a million beats per second. I could feel the blush forming on my face.

Then the next thought came. It’s not extermination day. How was he here?

“Adam?”

He shifted his feet and continued to stare at me. “I had a meeting with the ducks brat.” My chest tightened. He wasn’t here for me, not actually. “Oh.”

“Normally I wouldn’t even entertain the thought of going.” He took steps forward. Until he was fully in front of me. “But I” another step forward. We were chest to chest now. Our breathing were heavy. My mind racing with how close he was. He raised a hand to my cheek and as I nuzzled into it he finished his sentence. “I just had to see you. I couldn’t go another minute without you.”

I gasped out at him but I couldn’t speak, he went on.

“Heaven is supposed to be your happy ending and for a while I thought it was, but it’s not. Your my heaven and I damn well intend to have it.”

He pulled me to his lips, kissing me desperately. I was drowning in him, but I never wanted to breath again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me to his waist. He started to kiss down my neck leaving marks everywhere.

He dropped me to the bed and climbed over me. I reached up to pull his mask off but hesitated. “May I?” He only nodded his head and so I pulled the mask away and threw it somewhere else.

He was absolutely gorgeous. Dark hair, a nice stubborn, a wicked smirk and pretty golden eyes. I pulled him to my lips once again only parting to praise his looking. “Absolutely divine.”

He ripped away my shirt and I helped him pull over his robe. He wore pants under but was shirtless. He had a wide chest, a body of a golden star athlete. He kissed down my chest and wrapped his lips around one of my nipples while his other hand needed the other.

I pulled his head away from my tits and bring him close to my face. His face was flushed as was mine. “I need you inside me now.”

He groaned and dropped in head into the crook of my neck. “Fuck babe I’m trying to make this last as long as possible.”

“I don’t care about that I just need you. Please Adam.”

He pulled his panties down while I pulled mine and he started to rub his fingers up and down my clit, teasing me.

“Fuck babe this wet already?”

I whined and tried to lean into him more, arching my body. He got the hint and started to slowly expand my walls with his shaft. Even with how wet I am he still barely just fit. But fuck did it feel good.

He started to thrust his hips and pleasure immediately crashed into me. He grabbed a hold on the head board while I grabbed his hair and pulled.

I could feel the pressure in my stomach started to build up. The coil wanting to snap. Scratched down his back trying to not cum. But fuck his next words did me in as he rub my clit. “You can cum babe, fuck, you look so pretty.” And my orgasam hit me hard that I didn’t even feel his seed coating my walls.

Once we finally came back down from our high I curled into him. “So the princess was talking about redeeming souls down here with some hotel so they could go to heaven.”

I felt my breath hitch. “I was thinking about giving the go ahead for her.” Would I participate in that? Could I really leave my dad? My home?

As I looked up to Adam I realized I would, because he is my home. He’s the man I love and I would do anything for him

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hauntedhokage · 5 months

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a welcome confession

Priest!Nanami Kento/Fem!Reader and some Yuuji Itadori/Fem!Reader (some Sukuna/Fem!Reader)

act i of a lamb's devotion | act ii not posted | act iii: salvation | ao3 series

summary: an introduction to the town’s new priest and an evening with your best friend bring about the most interesting confessional you think you will ever experience.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: MDNI, alternate universe - no jujutsu, sex in an alleyway, use of “good girl”, “little one”, “little lamb”, unprotected sex, hair pulling, Sukuna talks a bit, priest kink, blasphemy up the ass, improper use of prayer and a confessional booth, description of sexual acts, male masturbation, mentions of a small age gap (around sevenish years, reader is in her early-mid 20’s and Nanami is in his early thirties), mentions of demons, reader has both parents,

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A new face in town was a big deal. Your return to town was also a big deal, which made you grateful for the new priest who pulled the attention away from you and onto him. You felt for the guy, but you also couldn’t be bothered too much because your mother was very concerned with how you’d find a suitable partner now that you were back in the small town and your father wanted you to use your education to get a better job than just bar tending at the local dive.

The new priest gave them something else to talk about when you stopped by for breakfast, and that was just fine.

“Oh, honey, you just have to come with us to Mass. Father Kento delivers a wonderful sermon.” Your mother had said, gently patting your hand in her own way of telling you that she missed you going to church with her. Your father had only looked at you before drinking more of his coffee, and you’d sighed before agreeing. But you knew that to take the sacrament you’d need to go to confession, and that has you going to the church on your way to the bar one evening.

It looked the same as it did before you’d left, but you supposed churches never change. Maybe got fresh coats of paint, pews replaced as they reached their end of life, but never a true overhaul. Not the church. There was still the dent in the wall from where your middle school boyfriend had fallen headfirst while trying to act drunk off the communion wine. Some things don’t change - churches were one of those things.

“Good evening.” The greeting has you turning, adjusting the way the strap of your bag sits on your shoulder and you almost choke on air when you see the man who had to be Father Kento. Priests weren’t supposed to be handsome; how could they guide their congregation to resist temptation if they themselves were the temptation? Maybe this was a test? Did you already fail?

“Uh, h-hi- hello. You must be Father Kento?”

“I am,” he nods, resting a hand on his hip as you take a step closer. “And who might you be, little lamb?”

And you introduce yourself, taking the hand he extends in a firm handshake as you explain who your parents were to provide more recognition. It clicks, and there’s additional recognition in his face that tells you that he’d been given a heads up about you - or at least told that your mother would love to see you in the church again. She was very open about how she felt, never anything truly negative but she wanted the best for you and thought you’d find that in the light of the Lord.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

“I was wondering when you held confessionals, Father. Before they were on Saturdays in the early evening, has that changed?”

“No, I still hold confessionals at that time. I also try to hold confessionals before the youth group starts on Wednesdays, but you can always stop by whenever you’d like. God’s house is always open.”

“Yeah, I need to confess before Sunday. If I can’t take the sacrament the town will crucify me, so…” you trail off, knowing that what you said was likely the worst thing you could say to a priest besides confessing that you wanted to climb him like a tree. You needed to leave, plain and simple, before you ended up making a total ass of yourself in front of the hot priest. “But, uh, I’ve gotta run to work. Thank you for talking with me for a moment, and welcome to town, Father.”

“God be with you little one. I’ll see you soon.”

“Thank you, Father.”

The bar you spent your evenings at was small. You wouldn’t call it a dive, it was just the only real option that wasn’t the strip club on the other side of your small town or drinking at home. You were told that business picked up when word got around that you were working there, as your father’s friends and some others you’d grown up with were curious as to what the hell you were doing back here. If they asked, you were just feeling homesick and wanted to make sure your grandmother’s house didn’t go uninhabited (since you knew your mother wouldn’t sell it).

It was easy work, you liked it.

“Hey, pretty lady.”

And then there was Yuuji. Your childhood best friend, the boy you’d on-off dated through high school, your adult best friend and the only person you know who fully understands how you feel about being back in town. He was your favorite person, always stopping into the bar to say hi and have a drink - always tipping nicely even though you put the cash back into his wallet after your shift. Right now there wasn’t anything serious between you, but the sex was incredible now that you’d separated for university and come back with other experiences. If you thought hard enough about it, you could probably see yourself falling into the small town curse and marrying him. That was just how things worked around here.

“Hi, Yuuji. How was the shop today?”

“Busy,” he laughs, accepting the glass of water you hand him with a grateful smile. “But Mother’s Day is around the corner, y’know.”

“Yeah, which reminds me-”

“I saved an arrangement for you. I know you said you were working on your thesis all day.”

“Yeah,” you mumble with a sigh, leaning forward against the counter as he does. “You wanna come over tonight?”

“You know I do. But I wanna do something with you tonight.”

“Do what?”

He leans in closer, gesturing for you to do the same. You comply, leaning forward so that you were basically laying on the bar so he could properly get close to your ear to whisper, “I wanna fuck you in the back alley.”

“Yuuji,” you whisper back, gently swatting his arm when he lets out a small laugh. “You’re so bad. What if someone sees?”

“Who’s gonna be snooping around by the dumpster at one in the morning? I’ve been thinking about you all day and I don’t wanna wait until we get to a house.”

And you don’t stop him after your shift, grateful for the way he catches on when you lock the front door of the bar first before going between the bar and the bank next door to get to the back door to lock it. The keys are still in your hand when he’s got you pressed against the cold brick wall, his kiss bordering on frantic as his hands travel your body to the button of your jeans.

“Wanna fuck you from behind so I don’t have to take these off all the way, you gonna let me?”

Of course you would. There were logistical reasons why it’d be the best way, but you can’t think clearly enough to list them after he’s got you turned against the wall and your pants down around your thighs. When did Yuuji get so fast?

“You’re already soaked, girl,” he groans, teeth grazing against your jawline. “Don’t have time to finger you, just need to get inside you.”

And you don’t complain when you feel the blunt tip of his cock graze your clit before dragging back along your slit until he’s teasing your entrance. Only for a moment, then he’s pushing inside while his fingers dig into the soft flesh at your hips. His pace is bruising from the start, everything about the way his body touches yours rough and consuming.

“Don’t ruin that pretty face on the brick, I’d never forgive you.”

If that was a concern, he’d offer something to protect your skin since Yuuji was always so sweet - even when he was impatient. But you supposed that maybe the environment and potential for exposure had him on edge to the point where he wasn’t thinking clearly. Not that you had much time to think for yourself, as the immediate quick pace he set did well to clear any consideration for his behavior as his hips knocked into your ass with bruising force. You’re trying your best to keep quiet, but the few muffled moans that snuck out from behind your hand were enough to have one of those large hands grab the back of your neck much like a kitten would be grabbed for corrective actions.

“Keep quiet,” he hisses in your ear, his voice low and warning of impending danger. “Don’t want anyone finding us, do we?”

You can only shake your head, earning a “good girl” growled into your ear that has your knees weaker than they already were and him chuckling at the desperate whimper you let out when his hand moves from your hip to play with your clit.

“Come for me like the little slut you are, and I’ll fill you like you want so badly.”

You don’t fully remember how you got home. You’d basically blacked out after the second round in the alley, returned to coherency as your back hit your mattress with Yuuji easily climbing onto you while removing the rest of his clothes. It was everything you wanted, what you were convinced you needed, so you’d never complain when he bit down hard enough to break skin or dug his fingernails in deep enough to draw blood - you’d never complain when Yuuji let himself go. It was nice that he trusted you enough to allow himself to relax with you.

You didn’t really appreciate how mean he could get sometimes, but he was always so sweet to you outside of sex that you supposed it could be forgiven. People said things they didn’t totally mean when they got lost in the moment, perhaps it was just that? You wouldn’t want to make him feel bad, which you knew would happen should it get mentioned, so you were just going to leave it alone until he said something truly hurtful. No harm, no foul - right?

“Hey, pretty girl.” Yuuji murmurs, voice still heavy with sleep and his hand carefully rubbing your side.

“Hi Yuuji,” you whisper, catching his hand to hold in your own and bringing it to rest against your chest. He was warmer than he had been the night before, more cuddly and like his normal self. What had happened last night? “Doin’ okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. You okay?”

“Yeah. Little sore but that’s normal after a night with you.”

“Want me to kiss it better?”

“No, you’re good, but can we lay here for a minute?” You feel small asking him something like that despite him being in your bed in your house. Maybe it was how cold he seemed last night before getting you into bed for another round, or that dark glint in his eye that you know you saw when you looked back at him in the alley. But he tells you that he wants to be with you for as long as he can, adjusts how you laid in his arms and presses his forehead into your neck and you’re feeling that warmth again that makes you feel the opposite of small. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I just feel bad that you’re hurting because of me. I honestly feel like I blacked out during it,” he mumbles into your shoulder, gently peppering your skin with kisses. “Like I was there, but watching and not actually doing. It was good though?”

“It was great and you’ve got nothing to feel bad about, but let’s not make a habit out of fucking in alleyways.”

“But it was hot, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you murmur into your pillow, truly content to simply lie there with his warmth at your back. Any uneasiness you’d had about his behavior from the night before has dissipated, the sweetness emanating from him doing a great job of eliminating any bad feelings about him.

“It’s really nice having you back.” He comments after a moment of quiet, something that had you humming softly as you considered that. It was nice to see him, but you’d hoped for more for both of you. More than this small town and living in the houses your grandparents bought. Bartending while trying to find something better that actually used the degree you worked so hard for while he ran a flower shop - you always thought that the two of you would leave and never come back. Maybe find each other again, but not here.

“Still not sure if I share that sentiment, Yuuji,” you whisper, giving his arm a gentle squeeze as you feel him kiss your neck. His lips linger, and you can feel his breath against your skin as he waits for you to continue your thought. “I feel so small here, y’know? Like, I felt small out there too but it wasn’t suffocating like it can be when you’re here.”

“No, I get it. Out there you can do anything, be anyone. Here you’re just the same kid you always were, and you don’t really get to grow up until the people who made you a child leave in some way or another.”

He absolutely understands, and it’s relieving to have somebody else who knew what you were feeling about being back in your hometown. Like you; Yuuji had also gotten out and explored, went to university and had a life that wasn’t this small town.

And just like you, he’d been sucked back in.

He never talked about the true reason, just said his grandpa needed him and then he stayed. Too much here that he’d inherited that needed to be managed, like the flower shop, and he couldn’t leave it all or else that would be disgracing his grandpa’s last wishes. That was how he always was, though. Self sacrificing until the end.

You’d heard from some mutual friends who went to the same school as him that Yuuji had gotten really sick, knocked out of commission for at least a week and then he disappeared for a while. It was only when he’d posted on social media about his grandfather’s passing that anybody knew where he really was. But he wouldn’t talk about it, and any questioning of what happened just had him shrugging it off as being unimportant. He was fine now, that was what mattered.

But maybe he wasn’t fine? You can’t help but think back to the way his mood shifted so quickly last night; how the man who laid in your bed until he had to go open his shop was a completely different person than the man who fucked you in an alley. Something had clearly happened, and you’re afraid to ask him just what it was that he was trying to hide from you.

The church is quiet when you enter. One of the older women your grandmother had been friends with was leaving as you were heading up the front steps, stopping to tell you how nice it was to see you back at the church and in town again, then leaving you with a kiss on your cheek and a promise to pray for you. Typical for that generation of women in town, and you dreaded the day your mother and her circle evolved into touchy old ladies who were very open about their opinions of the younger ones.

You hoped you missed that part of becoming an old lady.

Your grateful that the church is empty, glad that there is nobody around to witness you entering a confessional booth for the first time in years. Grateful that you would only have an audience of one (spiritually two?) on this afternoon.

Two knocks are placed against the wood surface of the door, the wood a new, darker version of what once had stood there and missing the various dents and scratch marks from decades of use. Even the seat in the booth had been replaced, the aging cracked bench replaced with a cushion should you want to sit rather than kneel.

You choose to kneel, performing the sign of the cross as you take a deep breath to settle your nerves.

“Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been…” fuck, how long had it been since you last confessed? Your freshman year of college and maybe just a month or so in? “A few years, I guess, since my last confession.”

“May I ask why?”

“I confessed once in college, tried to involve myself with the church groups on campus but they were rather radical. Their beliefs didn’t align with what I had been taught, and the priest at the chapel by the school did not feel welcoming to me.”

He hums, and you think you see him nod through the divider in the window that separated your side of the confessional from his.

“Anyway, I’d like to confess that I have not been actively attending church over the past few years, and have been committing many sinful acts.”

And you tell him everything you could recall, every detail that weighed heavy on your shoulders since returning back to this small town. How you spent more time with a bottle in your hand than a bible, how you let yourself fall victim to many temptations - the biggest ones being lust, gluttony, and sloth. How you partied heavily, often found yourself waking up next to strangers and knew you’d had sex with them. How you didn’t care, and wanted to continue having premarital sex because you enjoyed it.

You even tell him about Yuuji. You weren’t planning on it, but the words tumble out of your mouth without any true restraint.

“You’re close with your friend?”

“He’s the only person who gets me,” you reply, looking up from your hands with hope that you’d get to see Father Kento’s face as he listened to you. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to resist temptation when it’s related to him. Even last night, he wanted to do something different and as risky as it was I went with it. Because it was him, y’know?”

“Tell me about it, please.” That…he wasn’t asking for details of your sex life with Yuuji. There was no was a priest would desire details like that. It’s an absurd request. “The only way I can truly absolve you is to know what the true temptation is. Please, let me help you.”

He must have noticed the way you paused. You should have left, you know that you should leave and tell your parents that this new priest was weird and they should stop going to this church. A ton of churches streamed their sermons online, they could do that instead. You could avoid confessionals all together, and get away from this man.

Those are all things you should have done.

Instead you confess your latest sin: having sex in an alleyway with Yuuji. And Father Kento wanted details, so you spare none; telling him everything about the event that you could recall while trying to ignore the sound of his increasingly labored breaths that followed the rustling of some of his clothes on the other side of the divider.

You tell him about how rough Yuuji had been, how much you enjoyed it despite it being a little scary. How he carried you home after giving you a couple of the most mind blowing orgasms and filling you with his cum, only to peel your clothes off in your bedroom for a softer yet still cold second round.

But you can’t ignore your suspicions about what is happening on the other side of the confessional booth.

“…Father?”

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Preparing to give you absolution, little lamb.” Absolution didn’t come with a belt buckle being undone, last you checked. “Do you have any more sins to confess?”

“No, but I fear for sins I may commit later.”

“I’ll protect you from them.” He sounds so certain despite the strain in his voice. Your eyes strain to get a better view of how he was preparing your absolution, but you know penance must come first. “God has spoken to me. He has shown me just how important you are, entrusted me with your road to the heavens.”

You’re not sure how much of this you can believe, but you’re too enamored by the thought of performing such a less act with a priest in the confessional booth to care. This was more than just a scandal, this was excommunication in progress should you be caught in the act. More than that, you’d both likely be banished from the town for this.

But worst of all - you were so turned on it was almost painful to be robbed of the sight of the attractive priest.

Was he big? He had to be, considering the size of the man himself. But was he bigger than Yuuji? Thicker? Was it possible he had any experience despite the vow of celibacy you knew priests had to take? There were so many questions bouncing around in your head that you couldn’t focus on just one, but you’re relieved that you don’t have to when he starts talking again.

“Your penance, little lamb, is to abstain from those sins. Abstain and pray to our Father God that he may see your willingness to walk the path of his light.”

“Thank you, Father,” you whisper, watching as the light is blocked out by his imposing frame as he stands. His hand is moving at a quick pace, and you can see much better when he moves the wooden screen that was providing minimal anonymity for your confessional.

“Pray the Act of Contrition for me, and I will give you your absolution.”

You’re practically leaning through the window, wanting to be closer to him and his already weeping cock as you whisper, “Oh, my God.”

How were you supposed to pray a promise to abstain from sinful acts when you got to see a cock like that? Even in the dim lighting you could see it perfectly, looking proud as his hand glided along it to further simulate. Just a taste of that red flushed head would likely have you reeling with all efforts towards this confession wasted. Did you need God’s plan when Father Kento’s cock was practically in your face?

“Continue your prayer.”

“I am heartily sorry for having offended thee, and I detest all of my sins because of thy punishments,” you continue, but your heart is not in the prayer because now the priest is fucking into his fist and you can’t help but wish it was your mouth he was fucking into. You’d pray your heart out if it meant that you’d be rewarded with a taste of him. “But most of all, because they offend their, my god, who are deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of thy grace to sin no more and to avoid the near occasion of sin. Amen.”

“Amen,” he echoes, and your mouth falls open when the most sultry of groans leaves him. He had to be beautiful when he was about to cum, you’re sure his cheeks flushed and his lips parted so he could breathe properly. “Are you ready to be cleansed of your sins that you came to confess today?”

“Yes, Father, as long as you deem me worthy.” You aren’t expecting him to lower himself to your level, but you’re pleased to see his face in front of yours. He truly was very handsome, and you smile when he leans in to place a gentle kiss to your forehead. To feel such intimacy with a supposed holy man who you’d only spoken to once before your confession felt absurd, but there was something very different about Father Kento. It was like he saw right through you, you were sure he did, and you weren’t complaining about it.

“God will always find you worthy,” he breathes, using his thumb to gently coax your mouth open. His thumb presses against your tongue, and you feel only slightly self conscious when you feel like he’s scrutinizing something before he requests that you leave your mouth open before he stands again and leaves you to watch with an open mouth as he pumps his cock to completion and allow the ropes of warm cum to hit your face and tongue.

You’re swallowing what had come into your mouth when he kneels before you again, this time his hand coming to rest atop your head as he cracks the faintest of smiles at you.

“When you feel temptation, little one, you come to me. My job is to help you fight the temptation and resist evil.”

“But don’t you have to maintain celibacy?” You supposed that was probably a stupid question, considering what had just happened and the evidence of the event that was still splattered across your face. But it was still a valid question, considering he was a priest and everything you knew about the priesthood went against the last twenty minutes you’d shared with him in this confessional booth.

“Sweet lamb, this is not an act of pleasure. It is an act of God.”

“Of course,” you murmur, closing your eyes as he brings the handkerchief he’d pulled from his pocket to carefully wipe his cum from your face. “He’s entrusted you with his plan.”

“He has, and I intend to ensure that you’re protected as he’s requested of me.” He was an interesting priest, that was for sure, but his brand of protection was something you’d happily indulge in. He would allow himself to become your temptation, which might have defeated the purpose, but maybe the intimacy of a holy man was different than anybody else? You’re not sure, and you don’t think to ask the question aloud out of fear that he’d think it was a stupid question - you’d asked enough of those today.

“May I ask you something, lamb?”

“Anything, Father.”

“Do you know anything about something called Sukuna?”

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sugar-grigri · 8 months

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Like Prometheus, the heart will be bruised

When Fujimoto makes a revelation, it's important to remember that this revelation never comes out of nowhere; there are always clues to it in the previous chapters. These clues don't serve to make you want to know what happens next (which is difficult with CSM), they serve above all to make your experience as a reader more gratifying, especially on rereading.

Well then, let's get started! In chapter 146 Fujimoto introduces an exceptional new demon, the Fire Devil.

What I find particularly interesting is the extent to which his power and this chapter are based on the same way a fire works

Barem's statement to his contractors alone makes sense, because to take the form you desire is to escape your condition in the same way that humans in prehistoric times began to use fire, moving away from their ape-like status.

In the same way, the fact that the fire demon gains in power as the number of its followers increases makes perfect sense. It works like a kind of fire that goes up in flames.

Now let's take a step back. It was while I was rereading the last few chapters that I realised a number of things...

Let's start with the fact that the fire demon was right under our noses, as shown by the presence of fire every time Fujimoto placed this false demon of justice, whether with the class president literally pulverised by Yoru or Yuko burning her neighbour's body.

But above all it's clear how the fire demon fulfilled the expectations of these two contractors

The President wanted to be seen by Mr Tanaka, hence the plurality of heads.

As for Yuko, she was an intrusive person (although I like this character) who wanted to know Asa's secrets, their exchange of secrets being for her the proof that they had become best friends.

Yuko seemed like an isolated person who was desperate to get into people's heads, hence her mind-reading powers.

This also works with the old man from the church who also contracted the false demon of justice, his thesis was that he could fight demons by becoming a demon... which he did.

The other point I want to make is that Fami's plan is bound to have flaws, not only because it would be more interesting from a narrative point of view, but also because we sense that she's trying to find the right tactics.

Her first tactic was to starve Yoru to get complete control of the war demon, but that didn't work.

Every time she tried to starve Yoru, Chainsaw Man or Denji were around, which gave Fami the idea of a possible partnership between the two, rather than fighting each other.

Hence the fact that she explains to Yoru that cooperating with Chainsaw Man wouldn't prevent him (or at least the black Chainsaw Man) from being killed, as this cooperation is more than necessary.

I'm also intrigued by this line because, in the light of the last revelation, it only implies even more that Chainsaw Man must become this super-powerful champion.

The church is really trying to help him, in other words the church is really trying to restore his power and even increase it.

But what I find even more incredible is the fact that Asa and Denji are in the same position

They're both at the heart of Fami's plan, but they're also both host to one of those demons that can kill the Death Demon.

But their situations were different; Asa fell into the trap by tying up with the church, while the passivity that could be taken from Denji was in reality a form of resistance.

This is particularly striking in several chapters

Denji had not succumbed to the temptation of becoming a divine being with the church, whereas Miri Sugo could despise him for only wanting to remain a chair, to act like a chair - this act of depreciation goes completely against the veneration of the church.

The fact that Denji belittles Chainsaw Man by acting in a humiliating way is in itself an act of protest against the fact that he is becoming a hero incarnate in whom the church will project itself.

I'm well aware that Denji wasn't aware of all this, but it's precisely his personality and deep-seated nature that allow him to go against this plan.

The fact that Denji wants people to find out he's Chainsaw Man defeats the whole purpose, because giving this mechanical monster an identity, a human head, makes it impossible to identify with him.

Yes, the impostor is pretending to be Chainsaw Man, but this generic character with his abstract and broad speech means that everyone can admire him and continue to project themselves as Chainsaw Man.

What Fujimoto has done from the start is underline Denji's flaws, his deep humanity and his own self-deprecation, he's too strong a character and so far removed from the imaginary Chainsaw Man that it would make any admiration and identification collapse.

Above all, Denji and Asa are cannon fodder for their own demons, Pochita is subject to Denji's dreams and wills, which are always in pursuit of integration among humans and literal contact, and when the heart isn't split in two, the brain is, Asa with her moral dilemmas, her intellectual capacities that escape the law of retaliation how advocated by the war demon

That's why the rest of the plan is as follows: Fami knew that the public hunters would fight back, so she deliberately let them.

The public demons immediately set about neutralising Chainsaw Man, so she wanted to kill two birds with one stone, Asa, i.e. bring back as many followers as possible with a new figure. But above all to draw the attention of the public hunters to Asa. Wouldn't Fami take advantage of the fact that Asa could be massacred by Yoshida to force Yoru to change host...... to Yoshida?

Just like the fact that Barem is quite close to Denji.

Remember when Fumiko said she was a fan of Denji, Barem intervened and said he preferred Chainsaw Man?

Time to separate

Barem propagated the fact of becoming Chainsaw Man like a fire that would spread, this time the punishment was not for Zeus to make humans mortal but rather immortal and monstrous demons.

But the fact remains that the rule will continue to apply and, like Prometheus, a heart will be sacrificed and bitten by the birds

A heart bitten by a bird

#chainsaw man #csm #csm part 2 #csm 146 #denji #asa #asa mitaka #yoshida #yoshida hirofumi #fami #yoru #fumiko #fire devil

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mewtwo24 · 3 months

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I can't stop thinking about the revelation of Luo Binghe's heavenly demonic heritage and how striking the differences are in SVSSS vs PIDW.

In terms of the original, how Shen Jiu's violence was unexpected but numbing after a point. How Luo Bingge's awakening would be a means to freedom; that while he might be reviled by human immortals, at least he no longer had any reason to give a damn what they thought. Demonic cultivation would exact the wrongs that had been acted on him tenfold in cold blood, to repay youthful admiration and blind trust with all the cruelty unleashed on him indiscriminately. How easy it was for Luo Bingge to choose power and performance because he had little if nothing else of substance to turn to.

For Luo Bingge, otherness is an easy second skin because he's never once belonged in the first place. Sneering is natural when the entire world has done nothing but badmouth, ridicule, hit, and condemn you for things that were never within your control. “What does it matter that you're a monster now?” Luo Bingge seems to think, “You were and will be a monster always.” Every facade, every ill-intended act of deception and violence is merely injustice reaping its due.

Luo Binghe (Bingmei) has no such liberties.

For Luo Binghe, the trappings of comfort and belonging end up yielding an entirely new problem, a reversal of Luo Bingge’s non-conundrum. His fear is that Shen Qingqiu’s love might be conditional rather than a despair that it is non-existent, because in many respects it is for the surrounding immortals; they go from calling Binghe a promising and shining youth to a demonic scourge born to invite ruin in the span of a handful of years. Shen Qingqiu, caught between what he wants to do versus what he believes he must do and his own fears, sours Luo Binghe’s trust to quivering doubt. What Bingge desperately craved was precisely what put Binghe through such unrelenting turmoil. Where difference and change is freedom for Luo Bingge, it is a chilling and unwelcome prospect for Luo Binghe.

For Luo Binghe, the thought that he could be something monstrous to the person he loves is a form of self-annihilation; so much of his desperation to appear non-threatening to Shen Qingqiu is rooted in this self-same anxiety. In the wake of Meng Mo’s intervention, Luo Binghe cannot even bring himself to ask “What does it matter that you’re a monster now?” He can only cling to the desperate belief that if he can just conceal what he is for long enough, the future he always dreamed of might still be within his reach: an eternal life of peace by Shen Qingqiu’s side.

For Luo Binghe, the rejection of his humanity means rejecting the people who nurtured him wholeheartedly (the washerwoman, transmigrated Shen Qingqiu) with love and kindness. Even despite the confusion behind Shen Qingqiu’s change, even despite how enigmatic and reticent he can often still be, Binghe recognizes powerful instances of tenderness and care in his actions. Someone who stubbornly healed his wounds, who was unable to watch him be brutally bullied without due recourse, someone who trusted in him and his potential with his whole heart.

For Luo Binghe, power and demonic strength mean absolutely nothing because he has love. He doesn’t want them, and even when he does have them they are used in service of protecting Shen Qingqiu. Xin Mo isn’t able to take over because Luo Binghe isn’t strong enough to resist its temptations to subjugate the world, it happens because he exhausts so much energy trying to preserve Shen Qingqiu’s life that his resistance fractures. And even when Xin Mo succeeds in warping Binghe’s mind, the end result is still in service to a desire to be close to Shen Qingqiu’s heart. In the end, he continues to seek love.

Where the inexorable tides of change become opportunity (arguably even a boon) for Luo Bingge, for Luo Binghe this change is the focal point of his calamitous loss. How Luo Bingge's ascension is a ruthless and seamless transformation--all of his experiences hardening him into something harsh and brutal and unyielding to survive. How Luo Binghe's is instead a fall from grace; the corruption of innocence and stolen youth--of dreams razed to ash and safety obliterated.

And after all, doesn't it hurt so much more to have known peace and thrash that it will forever be out of your grasp? ...Than to live in such tumultuous waters that gentleness is an alien, loathsome, and unfathomable thing. For the former, a feeling of safety may never be restored--always looking back before looking forward. For the latter, there is nothing but the grim and solitary march on, eyes shuttered to all else.

I feel like that's why I love the ending of the third novel, as disturbing as it may appear to a lot of readers. Shen Qinqiu expresses his disbelief and hurt that Luo Binghe would lie to him and choose so much destruction, but for Luo Binghe it all has a singular source. Without love, he has nothing. He cannot choose a life devoid of the person he loves.

(I once read a fic where Luo Binghe says ‘I never wanted to be a demon’ to Shen Qingqiu and I think it metaphysically changed me as a person. Every single day I think about it and try not to bawl my eyes out. Anyways.)

#svsss #scum villain's self saving system #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #bingqiu #luo bingge #there's a much longer analysis post i'm plotting regarding bingqiu and sqq specifically but god #this shit? this guts me every single time i read fanfic or reread the original text #pretty much this and tianxi is a direct hit to the gut for me #i will never be over how relentless mxtx is about the importance of kindness/compassion #how even a single person's acknowledgement of our deepest vulnerability is enough to change us irrevocably #how that is a foundational aspect of what it means to be a person in the world. the most animating force #mxtx is such a real one i'm sorry i just adore her work

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resist much, obey little (ch 1)

Alastor had a noose around his neck.

There was only one person who could loosen it.

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Temptation had never strung Lucifer along. He was an angel of Heaven no matter what anyone else said, and he had never fallen whim to any of the sins that humans were so eager to do.

And Alastor, a demon and a sinner who had fallen even further after death, was the most forbidden fruit of all.

He was the very embodiment of blasphemy.

But by God, did Lucifer want him.

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Knock-knock.

Lucifer let out a weak groan as he slowly let his arm slide off his eyes and off the side of the couch. Red starlight drifted through the torn curtains of a nearby window and nearly blinded him even with his eyes closed, and he had to squint and blink half a dozen times before he raised a hand and scrubbed at his face.

Knock-knock.

“Give me a second,” he called to the idiot who kept banging on his door.

He felt like, well. He felt like someone had take a grinder, stuffed him inside, made him into a sausage, and then shoved said sausage into all their orifices.

He hadn't felt this tired, this pained, in a very long time, and he liked to think he had a high pain tolerance. Nothing had hurt him quite as much as the Fall, or when Lilith left, or when he had to acknowledge his subjects, but he still couldn't quite shake the bone-aching exhaustion as there was a small rustle beside him along with a coo.

Knock-knock-knock.

“I said in a minute!” Lucifer barked again, the infuriating sound pacified at least for now as his tone shifted into something far more gentle while he curled around the small bundle of warmth that he had fallen asleep with. “My little princess, did you sleep well?”

Charlotte Morningstar was the apple of his eye and she was all the more beautiful because of it. She was tucked carefully in between the solid back of the couch and his own body. There was no one in Hell or even the Heavens that would try to defy him and dare to harm her, but it quelled at least some of the constant anxiety in him to know she was near him.

She waved her chubby fists in the air, her eyes already crinkled at the edges with her delighted smile, and he couldn't help it as he gathered her even closer and buried his nose into her soft, beautiful hair and inhale the smell of baby powder.

“Well, starshine, I guess it's time to see who wants to bother our peace so early in the morning,” Lucifer sighed.

Honestly, what kind of fool knocked on anyone's door this early, much less the devil's himself? He dreamed of strangling the idiot who was standing outside his house; maybe it was a stupid imp who wandered somewhere they shouldn't have, or Asmodeus coming to whine to him again, or even worse, Lili -

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK.

“How dare you disturb your king's slumber?” Lucifer roared, now fully enraged as he ripped open the door so forcefully that it was torn off the hinges completely.

Bits of wood and debris rained around him as his tail lashed in anger, his horns spontaneously grown out of the crown of his head, and he was only a second away from turning this worthless demon into a husk, only for a piece of paper to suddenly be shoved into his face.

“What the - “ Lucifer said, and he squinted to read the blurry text, a result of staying up far too many nights in a row and refusing to do anything about it.

Hey, Idiot!

Want a job no other can fulfill? Do you want some light shed in your otherwise pitifully empty life?

Are you capable of destroying the very atoms who dare to disturb my own?

Then this is the job for you!

Your King of Hell is in need of assistance!

(Fail and I will rip out your intestines, stuff them with your liver and kidneys, and make you eat your meat sausages while gouging out your eyes to prepare you jelly on toast.)

Details include:

-Changing and checking diapers

-Feeding and napping at appropriate times

-Obliterating anyone who dares to harm Charlie or make her cry

-Entertaining her and keeping her away from that blasted thing called a television

-Keeping me, your boss (and overlord and King of Hell) updated on every activity she does

-Schedule appointments and calls accordingly

-And anything else I ask you because I said so

Contact the number below to get in touch with me, Lucifer Morningstar, to schedule an interview today!

666-666-6666

Lucifer had to read it once, twice, before he managed to dig up some fuzzy memory from about at least four months ago.

He remembered it in pieces; how exhausted he was as he tried to cope with the loss of his wife and the sudden gain of a child; his madness as he tried his best to coax Charlie into sleep, even as she refused and wailed; his internal grief as he tried to understand what to do or how to do it.

He had summoned a succubus and demanded that they put up all of his haphazardly made fliers all around hell. In complete honesty, he had forgotten all about it as soon as the papers disappeared from his desk, as Charlie had proceeded to vomit over his button-up and was wailing again. She'd developed a fever and the night had dissolved into a frenzy to better her as quickly as possible.

He hadn't expected anyone to read the flier, much less even give it a second thought, and his horns and tail slowly disappeared as he pushed aside the paper and glared at the demon who dared to show up right at his doorstep.

The demon was a sinner. He had a soul unlike the hellborne, and seemed to enjoy it, too. He grinned too widely and seemed way too into the dress-red-for-Hell theme, and when he spoke, his voice crackled with the poor frequency of an old timey radio as he said, “well hello to you, my liege! I suppose I might have troubled you this morning, but I’m here about your curious job offer!”

“Why are you here at all?” Lucifer snapped, balancing Charlie on his hip and bouncing her when she began to fuss. She drooled on the lapel of his jacket, but as long as she wasn't crying, that was fine by him, so he allowed her to continue as he snarled, “the flier says to call me at the number on the bottom! Are you as blind as you are disobedient?”

The demon's grin widened just by a fraction of an inch, and he bent down into a deep, sarcastic bow. “My apologies, Your Majesty. That was not an oversight on my part; I just don't have a fondness for those… things.”

“Things?”

“Cellphones,” the demon said slowly, like the word was clunky and ill-fitting in his mouth. He rubbed his chin with clawed fingers in thought and said, “I'm rather old fashioned, you could say, and those little devices with their tiny buttons are beyond my time.”

“Huh,” Lucifer grunted, less than a little interested in whatever the demon was saying. He had most of his attention on Charlie, who was now gnawing on his finger with her gums, and he said, “yeah, whatever you say, grandpa. If you want an interview then come in. But touch anything and I'll kill you.”

“I wouldn't dream of it, sire!” The demon trilled happily as he stepped over the threshold and, bizarrely enough, summoned a microphone staff and used it like a cane.

This demon was an unusual one, even among Lucifer's bunch of vile and annoying little shits he called his subjects, and he wondered if he made a mistake letting him in as he pointed at the now broken pieces of the door and said, “that's your first question. If you really aren't illiterate and you read that flier, then you know I don't want some useless little wimp. Show me how powerful you are and then I'll - “

Magic swelled in the air like a sudden puff of air, and Lucifer blinked as the door was suddenly fixed and placed back on its hinges. Why, the smug asshole even decorated the damn thing with little carvings of microphones all around the edges.

“You didn't let me finish,” Lucifer snarled.

“No need to, Your Majesty,” the demon said, looking rather pleased with his handiwork as he observed the wood. “What kind of assistant would I be if I couldn't at least predict your basic wants or needs?”

Lucifer stared, tilting his head slightly.

The demon didn’t say the words in contempt. In fact, he seemed excited about it, which further solidified the idea that he was a weirdo.

Lucifer was the leader of the Pride Ring, after all, so he was excellent at evoking hilarious reactions by poking at people's sensitive prides, but this demon didn't seem at all offended over the demeaning job of being an assistant.

And to think a powerful demon like this existed at all… his magic from just now was similarly no joke. It was the kind of stuff that tingled across Lucifer's skin and nearly down his back and to his wings, which rustled restlessly when he thought too hard about it.

He always had them tucked away for several reasons, but to think a sinner had the ability to create enough power to have him move even a single feather was… impressive.

It was impressive and he was annoyed about it, which probably showed on his face as he clicked his tongue and said, “show off. Fine. Charlie has to have breakfast now, so come on.”

Lucifer ignored the way the demon's smile crinkled at the edges as he turned on his heel and marched to the kitchen.

It pinched the edge of his mind to see just how destroyed the place was. Various toys, baby contraptions, clothes, and uneaten food littered the place.

It also smelled vaguely like baby powder and oil, and Lucifer himself probably looked like an actual disaster with how his hair was unkempt and he hadn't changed his clothes in three days, but he was too tired to care as he stepped over a mountain of stuffed animals.

The kitchen was no less of a messy tornado than the living room, but at least the high-top was clean.

Lucifer cooed to his daughter as she kicked her legs and squealed in delight when he lifted her into the air and kissed her bare belly, distracting her from destroying yet another piece of furniture.

“She doesn't like sitting,” Lucifer sing-songed, keeping his voice as high-pitched and sweet as possible while slowly starting to lower her into the cushion of the chair. “But as long as you keep her distracted, she can do it with minimum fuss! Right, Charlie? Right, starshine? My wonderful wittie bittie girl, look how good you are!”

Lucifer let out a huge, admittedly rather relieved sigh when she let her chubby legs stick through the opening of the high-too while she bashed her tiny fists onto the table. She only made small, little displeased noises when he tied a bib around her neck and she blew a raspberry, but that was it.

This was turning out to be a great morning, then.

“Go on,” Lucifer said, turning around and crossing his arms as he tried to look as intimidating as possible. It was then that he realized the demon was at least a foot taller than him; the audacity! “Feed her. That's your second question; if you really want this job, you should know how to take care of a baby.”

“Hmm,” the demon hummed. He didn't seem at all perturbed by the hostility nor the near harassment of demands, and he merely waltzed over to the fridge, opening it and bending at the waist to observe what was inside.

After only a moment of looking, he reached in and grabbed several apples, all bright red and crisp. He took care to avoid any of the ones with spots on them, Lucifer realized, and the demon whistled a cheery tune as he juggled four apples easily and then threw them all up at once.

He snapped his fingers and a blender popped into existence, taking the fruits with ease and floating in the air as it blended them into a sauce.

“There,” he said, smug and satisfied as the blender poured out several mini jars of perfectly liquified apples. “Nutritious and well-processed to avoid any chunks.”

“Anyone can blend apples, smarta - smarty-pants,” Lucifer snapped. “I mean feed her. I don't give a shi - crud if you’re powerful and if you've read every single parenting book in the realm. If she doesn't like you, I’ll crush you here and now.”

That was the barest truth of all of this. Lucifer was the most powerful of them all, could destroy any single one of them into dust if he truly wanted, so what did it matter if this single demon was slightly stronger than average?

All demons had the potential to grow just as much as he had, but Lucifer didn’t give a flying rat's ass about that. It simply boiled down to if Charlie liked them.

He refused to have someone be her caretaker if she hated them. She needed love, warmth, compassion - all the things no regular demon could give. She deserved those things, and Lucifer had already given his whole heart to her, but he knew it wasn't enough.

For the first time since he got there, the demon hesitated. His smile waned only by a centimeter, but it was noticeable enough, and he eyed Charlie apprehensively.

After another second of contemplation, he approached her slowly, and Lucifer watched from only a few feet away, his wings threatening to burst out of his back from how tense he was.

He didn't know this demon, couldn't trust him as far as he could throw him, and if there was even the slightest chance that he would hurt Charlie, Lucifer had to intervene and make him eat his own intestines.

Luckily, the demon didn't do such a thing.

He set aside his microphone, leaning it against the counter, and he bent slightly so that he was eye-level with the baby.

Charlie gurgled, a noise of curiosity more than apprehension or fear, and she drooled a little as she stared at him and blinked in question when he curled a finger and a jar of applesauce floated towards him.

“Your Highness, although I know it must be very early in the morning for you, it's imperative to a young demon's health to eat well in order to grow and ascend to their rightful place,” the demon said. “In your case, it's your throne. It would be a tremendous help if you didn't make a fuss.”

Lucifer watched in bewilderment.

This man talked to his Charlie like she could understand a word that he just said. On good days, she could comprehend basic commands of no or stop , but that was the absolute limit.

She didn't even know what her hands were, or had any sort of object permanence! How could this stupid demon expect her to understand any of that?

But instead of flinging applesauce into his face like Lucifer expected, Charlie merely popped her lips, grumbled for a few seconds, and then opened her mouth obediently.

Lucifer's jaw dropped as the demon laughed from his throat.

“Well done, Princess,” the demon said, his eyes crescent-shaped from how pleased he was. He even spoon-fed her with his hand, not his magic, and he continued to speak like she was a grown woman instead of a baby who dribbled most of the applesauce down her chin and to her bib. “You are exceeding my expectations already. I have no doubt you will continue to do so.”

He hummed as she continued to eat, slowly making her way through the jar of fruit. Anytime some of the sauce spilled out of the corner of her lips, he patiently wiped it away with a summoned handkerchief, and he even allowed her to grip onto one of his fingers as he fed her.

Charlie loved grabbing things. It was her way of seeking comfort or validation when she was doing something new, and she had never eaten apples before this. She always loved to tug on Lucifer's hair or his clothes with an iron grip, but she seemed completely at ease as she licked at the spoon and smiled gummily at the demon when he tutted.

“Your Highness, etiquette is important to proper young ladies like yourself,” he said, but his voice was gentle and not admonishing as he rubbed at her cheek again with his napkin. She beamed at the touch and giggled. “Yes, yes. You are forgiven. Now, let's make sure you don't regret your breakfast, shall we?”

Before Lucifer even had a chance to say anything, the demon scooped Charlie up and out of her chair. Her legs kicked like she always did whenever she realized she was about to be carried, and she snuggled against his shoulder as he properly secured her to his chest and began patting her back.

He was burping her.

He had managed to feed her, soothe her, indulge her habit of grabbing things, and he was now burping her.

Lucifer felt like a puppet whose strings were just cut as he sagged suddenly against the counter and had to grip it tightly to make sure he didn't crumble to the ground.

For the first time ever since Charlie's birth, he had a moment of freedom, a moment to breathe, and he inhaled deeply as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair and hysterically thought to himself that he now had a chance to shower.

“Demon,” he commanded as best as he could, but it really sounded like he was on the brink of toppling over as he continued to watch the pair.

“Hmm?” The demon replied, never stopping as he continued to pat Charlie's back while walking in a circle, bouncing slightly with each step so she wouldn't grow bored.

“Your name,” Lucifer said.

The demon grinned at him. It was a disturbing smile, really, and Lucifer had half the mind to wipe it off his smug little face for daring to look so triumphant, but he refrained.

After all, the demon seemed to understand the hidden meaning of his question, and when he spoke, his voice crackled at the edges of his pleasure as he bowed slightly and said, “Alastor.”

“Well, Alastor,” Lucifer said, hauling himself up to his feet and trying to blink away the spots in his eyes. “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.”

Alastor purred.

“I look forward to working with you, Your Majesty.”

#radioapple #appleradio #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #alastor #charlie morningstar #resist much obey little

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dotster001 · 1 year

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Fallen for You

Summary: Simeon x gn!Reader. You'd always had a crush on him, but things somehow get more complicated once he's fallen from grace.

A/N: This is really long, and I know the majority of you are Twst fans, but oh my gosh Inlow key love how this came out 😭

CW:Fallen Simeon is mildly suggestive...

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Simeon had fallen. And it was all your fault.

Well, sort of. Obviously, after spending so much time with his ex brothers in the Devildom, he came to question the politics of the Celestial Realm. But his main motivator had been his love for you!

Now no one was letting him see you! And he was furious. Lucifer had locked him in the attic moments after he'd arrived at the House of Lamentation in his newly acquired demon form.

"You're gonna let me out, right?" He said, doing his best to smile sweetly at Asmo, who he knew had been eyeing him as he dropped off his meals.

"No, Asmo, don't give in," Asmodeus muttered to himself, slapping his cheeks as though to wake himself up.

"I'll behave, I promise," Simeon pleaded. "Just let me out."

"Ah, please don't give me those puppy eyes. There's nothing I can do!" Asmo cried, voice cracking.

"Why not? Asmo, c'mon!"

"I can't! You'll eat Y/N!"

"Only if they ask nicely," Simeon smirked.

"Hee hee," Asmo giggled in response, before shaking himself out of it, "No! I mean you'll literally eat Y/N!"

"I won't…"

"With all due respect, Simeon," Lucifer cut in, probably after being concerned about how long Asmodeus was taking, "you don't know that. It's very likely, in this freshly born demonic form, you won't be able to resist the temptation that their soul would offer you."

"Yeah, that's what I was trying to tell you! Y/N has the shiniest, most delectable soul I've ever seen. It's hard for us to resist just gobbling them up, and we've had centuries to work on our self control."

Simeon was clearly unconvinced. He loved you. Adored you. You would be safe with him. But the brothers clearly weren't going to budge on this. So he'd just wait.

….

"Y/N. I've been locked in the attic."

You'd been a little down lately. The last time you'd seen Simeon, he'd held you by your shoulders and gave you the saddest look, before telling you he had to go away for a while, but everything would be okay.

Considering before that point you'd been seeing him less and less as he worked on some secret research project, it was incredibly hard not to fear the worst. And now the brothers were clearly hiding something from you. And it was never a good sign if you couldn't even bribe Mammon to spill the secret.

And now you were hearing Simeon's voice telling you he was locked in the attic. You were pretty sure you were imagining it. You had to be. There was no way Belphie would ever let anyone be locked in his attic again, especially considering it was now his favorite napping spot.

But the radio silence from Simeon was starting to wear on you. It wouldn't hurt to peak right? Yeah you'd be disappointed finding it empty, but it might ease some of the angst you were feeling.

"Y/N, please! I need you to save me!"

So you climbed the stairs to the attic. And you couldn't stop your heart from racing when you saw him sitting behind the door like Belphie used to, dressed in his human world clothing.

"Y/N!" He stood up quickly like an excited puppy, before stiffening. His pupils expanded, and he smiled, before purring, "how I've missed you my little lamb. Come here."

You had millions of moments in the Devildom where you would look back and ask yourself if you were a dumbass. This would be one of those moments.

"Simmy? Where have you been?" You rushed to the barrier, knowing you could get through easily since you'd done it before, when you found yourself on your back, staring up at a not so angelic looking Simeon.

"You don't need your entire soul, right? I can have just a little bit, can't I?"

Your jaw dropped as he leaned in, pupils blown wide and clearly no longer seeing you, before a blast of light threw him off you.

"Y/N!" Mammon shouted, shaking your shoulders. "Are you alright?"

You were too dazed to respond. Which was fine because you would have been interrupted by a loud hissing sound. You turned toward the noise and saw Simeon hunched, ready to pounce, dark wings fully extended behind him.

"Fuck," Mammon muttered, carelessly picking you up and running back through the barrier, just as Simeon hit it, with a loud zap.

"You all right, treasure?"

Now that demon(?) Simeon was held back by the barrier, Mammon was looking you all over for injuries.

"Little lamb, I'm sorry I startled you. Come back I swear I'll behave," Simeon purred, gripping the door frame tightly.

"Jus' Shud up, will ya?" Mammon shouted at him, causing Simeon to hiss again.

"Mams, what's wrong with him? Why is he a demon? What happened?"

It had been a long time since you'd been scared by a demon form, but something about Simeon seemed so feral that you'd be a fool not to be scared.

"Little lamb, please, I need you!"

"Look, we'll talk to Lucifer about it, okay, I don't trust him not to…

"You made me like this!" Simeon screeched out. "Now get over here and accept the consequences!"

"What?" You were so startled, you couldn't help but look at him, which seemed to satisfy him, because he was smiling again, as he calmly spoke,

"Those silly brothers have truly told you nothing, huh? Well, I fell for you, little lamb. Quite hard as you can see," he gave a wink that in any other situation would have flustered you so bad.

"Now, be a good little lamb, and come back over here so that I can finally hold you. I'm calm now, see? I was just startled by how delicious you look. I won't eat you, I have control. Please, I need to kiss you, I need to hold you, I need you by my side."

Your hand started reaching out to him of its own volition, before Mammon grabbed your wrist, and then slung you over his shoulder.

"This is above my pay grade," Mammon muttered under his breath as he began to descend down the stairs. You did your best to ignore Simeon's pained screech trailing after you.

….

Lucifer explained everything to you, and made you swear not to go back into the attic until Simeon had more control over his new form and abilities. And since he couldn't trust you to actually keep that promise, you had a brother with you at all times.

The first couple weeks were hard. He would call to you in the sweetest voice and ask you to come see him. He would promise you all sorts of things, just to get you to go back up to the attic.

It was so tempting. And after talking to a very bitter Asmo, you found out it was because one of Simeon's new abilities was to be very persuasive, similar to his charm.

"It's not fair that Simeon can charm you and I can't," he pouted, before perking up again. "But don't worry, all of us are working with him, and we'll help him get it together. Pretty soon, you won't even remember angel Simeon, because Demon Simeon will be just as great!"

Eventually, Diavolo called you into his office and told you some good news.

"We think it would be okay for you both to meet."

"But before you get too excited," Lucifer cut in, "there are some rules."

You groaned and slumped in your seat, causing Diavolo to laugh.

"Trust me, it's not that bad."

"You both have to stay on your sides of the barrier, no matter what he says. He's doing extraordinarily well, but he has relapses from time to time, and as we've all discussed, your soul… well it's different. You shouldn't bring up his days as an angel, unless he does, because he can be a little offensive about it. You can only stay for an hour, and if I tell you we have to cut it short, you will leave without complaint."

"Wait, you're gonna be there?" You shot out.

Lucifer groaned and rubbed his temples, "Obviously. Diavolo, Barbatos, and I will all be there. Don't give me that look."

You pouted, but guessed it was better than nothing.

So as you nervously climbed the stairs with your three chaperones, you started to think about what to say. Turns out he was just as nervous as you, because as you reached the top of the stairs you saw him restlessly pacing back and forth at the barrier/door. He was in his human form, which was good, because you didn't know if you had fully recovered from the last meeting.

When he noticed you, he halted, excitedly gripping the door frame, as he whispered, "Y/N."

"Hey Simmy," you exhaled, looking at Lucifer, who nodded, and walking towards the door.

"I…" his knuckles whitened a little from gripping the frame, but aside from that he was frozen. "I'm sorry for what happened last time, I-"

"No, it's alright, you didn't have control of yourself."

He seemed relieved as he let go of the doorframe.

"Just one of the many reasons I love you, I guess, my little lamb," he laughed lightly. Then he frowned.

"I never did tell you that before, huh? That I love you?"

You shook your head. Sure you'd hardcore crushed on him, and you had suspicions, but prior to your last meeting neither of you had said anything.

"Well, I do," he laughed.

"I love you too, Simmy. So I need you to get completely better so we can actually be together."

"That sounds nice," he sighed. "But why can't we be together now?"

Alarm bells started going off in your head, but you knew it would be better for both of you if you kept a clear head.

"Because you need to get better."

"But I'm better now!" He reached out to the barrier, before freezing. He stared at his hand in disgust, then made eye contact with Lucifer.

"I think that's all I can handle for today," he said through gritted teeth.

"Time to go," Lucifer said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"What?" Your voice was shrill, it even startled you. "No, that was only five minutes, I was told we could have an hour!"

"We'll get there little lamb, I promise. I'm just not ready yet. We can try again tomorrow," Simeon soothed as Lucifer guided you down the stairs. It almost reminded you of angel Simeon. Almost.

….

Everyday, you visited Simeon with a chaperone, slowly increasing the time you were able to talk to him. He had two moments of relapse, but they had both been small, and the barrier had contained them well.

But you were getting impatient. Maybe it was because you were too human, but you wanted to just be able to see him like old times. And you were jealous, because you'd heard Luke and Solomon were already in a phase where they could see him without chaperones.

So one night, you snuck up the stairs after dark. When you arrived at the top, you quietly tiptoed over to the barrier, and peaked in at Simeon.

He was facing away from you, typing on a typewriter that Solomon had given him.

"Someone's being naughty," he said with a laugh as he finished the last line of his typing.

"How did you-"

"I could smell you when you hit the stairs," he took the paper from the typewriter, scanned over it, then set it aside as he turned his attention to you.

"What can I do for you tonight, Y/N?"

"I just, well, I wanted to hang out, you know, without chaperones."

He hummed a little in agreement.

"That sounds nice. But knowing your guard dogs, it's only a matter of time before one of them goes to your room for cuddles, and figures out you're here. Personally, my money is on Mammon."

"I know. But can we just sit together for a minute? We don't have to talk, I just want to be with you."

"Sure," his smile was so warm.

You both sat on your respective sides of the barrier, just looking at each other. You took the time to study him. In his human form, he didn't look much different. His clothes were different, but that just could have been out of necessity. There was a different glint in his eyes as he studied you, and he had less tension in his shoulders. But the rest of him was the same.

"Can I ask a favor of you?" He startled you back to reality, and you nodded. "Can I hold your hand?"

You stared down at your hand for a moment, before slowly putting it through the barrier. He gently took it in his own, caressing each knuckle, sending a delightful thrill down your spine.

"Y/N!" You heard Mammon yell at the base of the stares.

"I should have put real money on it," Simeon sighed. He pressed a soft kiss to your palm before reluctantly releasing it.

"Go before we both get in trouble," he said with a wry smile.

You stood up, and sadly walked over to Mammon, who immediately started berating you, and dragging you to Lucifer's office.

"This human was-"

"I know."

Both you and Mammon froze at Lucifer's statement.

"Frankly, I'm surprised it took this long, but that was a test. We have a two way mirror up there," he pointed at a mirror sitting next to his desk, "and we were merely a moment away."

"So wait, does this mean…"

"Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and I will have to discuss it, but things may be able to change for the better."

….

The second the door was open, his arms were wrapped tightly around you. After he took a moment to inhale your scent, his lips were on your neck, jaw, ear, pretty much everywhere he could reach as he continued to hold you tightly.

Lucifer coughed behind you two. It was one of the rules to meet outside of the attic; one of the chaperones had to be there. But still, you were finally together in a way you could pretend was normal. And Simeon seemed to be taking advantage of it.

"Shut up, old man," he groaned as he continued to press kisses up and down your neck, nibbling a little here and there.

"Simeon," you whined, starting to feel embarrassed by the attention.

"I'm a demon now, baby, I don't care what people think of me," he laughed, but pulled away nonetheless. He held you by your shoulders, reminiscent of the last time you saw him as an angel, studying your face with an elated expression on his face.

One of his hands came up to caress your cheek, and you found yourself leaning into his touch.

"When we don't have a chaperone, little lamb..." he muttered with a smirk, causing your cheeks to warm, and Lucifer to cough again.

He laughed, the first unrestrained laugh you'd heard from him in a long time. You swore you fell in love all over again.

"Now let's have a seat," he said, sitting, and pulling you abruptly into his lap, before placing his face in your shoulder.

He sighed happily, then through a muffled voice said, "Lucifer can you give us a sec'."

"No."

You laughed at Simeon's sad whine, and gently guided his face up so you could kiss his forehead.

"Don't worry, 'baby'" you giggled, running your fingers through his hair, and delighting in his excited smile. "I think, starting now, we have all the time in the world to be together."

"A new beginning," he whispered.

"Sounds nice," you giggled.

"Yeah," he hummed against your lips. "Lucifer-"

"No."

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mimisempai · 5 months

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I will always miss you

Summary

Aziraphale was only away for a few hours and found it hard to believe that Crowley could have missed him for such a short time.

And yet...

Notes

They're still learning to talk to each other...

On Ao3

Rating G - 915 words

As Aziraphale entered the bookshop after returning from a visit to Maggie's, he found Crowley asleep on the sofa. The angel set his satchel on the floor, hung his coat on the coat rack, and quietly made his way to the sofa.

He gazed tenderly at the demon, who was wrapped in the blanket and sleeping with his head resting on his folded arm. Then he smiled with amusement as he noticed a strand of red hair falling across the demon's face, lifting with each exhalation.

Aziraphale crouched in front of him for a closer look, always amazed to see Crowley sleeping so peacefully in his presence. Though this was far from the first time, the angel still considered it something precious, for if there was one thing the length of their existence had taught them both, it was to never take anything for granted.

After a few moments of watching his sleeping demon, as always when it came to Crowley, Aziraphale could not resist the temptation and reached out to touch him gently.

The angel delicately took the strand of hair that had fallen across the demon's forehead and just as delicately placed it back on Crowley's hair.

Though he didn't actually touch the demon's face, Crowley moved slightly in his sleep and let out a small grunt, which Aziraphale had to stop himself from chuckling at.

Now there was another temptation as the demon's mouth made an adorable little pout, and it was only the desire not to wake him up that kept the angel from kissing it.

Suddenly his eyes were drawn to another temptation on the coffee table. A plate of various cookies that hadn't been there when he'd left earlier in the afternoon.

He didn't have to look far to find out by what miracle they had appeared here. It wasn't a miracle per se, but undoubtedly the work of his demon - the one who wasn't nice, of course, God forbid - who had braved the cold in search of these delicacies.

Aziraphale couldn't resist, so he grabbed one of the cookies and bit into it. He couldn't help but hum with delight as the flavor unfolded in his mouth.

"I take it these are to your liking, Angel?"

Aziraphale nearly choked with surprise before turning to see the demon staring at him, eyes wide and a mocking smile on his lips.

Aziraphale replied sheepishly, "I'm sorry, my dear, I didn't mean to wake you."

Crowley shook his head and replied with a fake hurt look on his face, "You didn't wake me, but I was surprised when I woke up to see the intense attention you were paying to a plate of cookies while completely ignoring me."

Aziraphale brazenly ate the rest of his cookie and replied, "Idiot, you have only yourself to blame. You're the one who made me hesitate between two temptations. But to answer your first question, yes. They're very good. Thank you."

Crowley rose to a sitting position and pulled the Angel toward him, burying his face in the angel's neck, and as the angel wrapped his arms around him, he murmured against his skin, "I missed you, Angel."

Aziraphale chuckled softly, "I was only gone two hours, and you were probably asleep half that time."

Crowley mumbled, "I missed you anyway."

Aziraphale kissed the red hair, then took the demon's chin in his hand, raised his face to his own and said softly, "I missed you too," then pressed his lips to Crowley's in a tender kiss.

When the angel lifted his head, the demon said mockingly, "You know, you don't have to say that to me if it's not true."

Aziraphale smiled fondly and replied, "Crowley, what's true for you is true for me."

"So, Angel, why were you so doubtful at first that I could miss you if you were gone for just a few hours?"

Aziraphale turned his head away and didn't answer.

"Angel?"

The angel shook his head.

This time it was Crowley who grabbed Aziraphale's chin and forced him to look at him before asking gently, "Tell me, Angel."

Aziraphale murmured, "Because when we didn't see each other, it was always me who called you. Always looking for excuses to see you, to tell you I'd done something good, to ask you for help, or to tell you I was bored. Which was only because you weren't there. But you never called to see me, except during the lockdown, when it was impossible for me to see you. So, yes, I got the impression that I was the only one who couldn't stand the other's absence."

Crowley laughed softly and said, "We're just a couple of idiots, you know, Angel? You looking for excuses to see me and me not wanting to interfere in your life or assume you wanted to see me unless I could be useful. All we had to do was talk. So I'm telling you now, Angel. Even though you've only been gone a few seconds, I miss you already."

The demon took the angel's face in his hands and, after pressing a light kiss to the angel's lips, said softly, "Let's start again from the beginning."

He wrapped his arms around Aziraphale's neck and said softly, "I've missed you."

Aziraphale, catching up, smiled and replied, "I missed you too."

Crowley nodded and pulled the angel to his chest.

Just like that.

No guessing, no questioning, no holding back.

Just saying the words their hearts dictated.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : (After season 2)

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blues824 · 1 year

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What about Hashiras x Enid Sinclair! Reader?

Gender-neutral reader, who is a normal citizen and not a demon slayer. Arranged marriage but still in love.

Gyomei Himejima

You both were betrothed to each other at a young age because your family was scared about you not finding a mate due to your inability to ‘wolf-out’. It didn’t matter to the two of you, since you loved each other all the same. He didn’t even mind you not being able to transform as it didn’t make a difference: he was blind, after all.

As his fiance, you would typically be the one to lead him about your estate so he could rest his other senses… other than his hearing. You often talked a lot, and he did not mind it one bit. Of course, you respected his space while he prayed to the gods above, but other than that you were very affectionate with him.

So, the job of a demon slayer is a very gruesome and gory one, especially if you are a Hashira. You, unfortunately, pass out at the sight of blood. He experienced you passing out the first time when he came home to you with blood all over himself. He used his senses to catch you before you hit the floor.

Mitsuri Kanroji

She doesn’t care if you are unable to wolf-out either, she just loves you as you are. To be honest, she really did not like your mother, and we all know that she generally likes everyone. But, since she was one of the Hashira, your family (mother) couldn’t resist the temptation in getting you betrothed to her.

The two of you could go on and on with each other. You loved talking with your fiance, as she did you and it led to many wholesome moments between you both. You were more extroverted than she was, which meant that you often stood up for her in confrontational situations. It was funny because she was supposed to be a courageous Hashira but she acted like a damsel in distress when you were around.

Alright, so you pass out whenever you see something gory. The first time that Mitsuri had to save you from hitting your head on the floor was when her haori had some splotches of blood, and she told you that her mission got bloody. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you dropped to the floor, and the Love Hashira had to act fast or else you might get hurt.

Giyu Tomioka

Honestly, he’s just glad that you can defend yourself with your claws. He doesn’t care if you can’t turn into a full werewolf. Being betrothed to him means that you have a mate even if you didn’t turn into a lycanthrope, so your family/mother at least did something right. However, if you still feel insecure about your inability, he will be there to comfort you to the best of his ability (which isn’t saying much but the man is trying).

You were definitely the more extroverted one, and it at first caused Giyu to become annoyed. But, he grew to love that about you, and he grew to love hearing your voice once he walked into your residence. It made him realize that he wasn’t alone anymore, and that he had someone to come back to after each and every mission.

Passing out isn’t exactly what one would call a ‘hobby’, but with the amount of times you would see dried blood on Giyu’s haori and faint you would think that you enjoy doing it in your spare time. The first time, your fiance panicked because he thought you died until he held a knife to your upper lip and saw that the blade was fogging up, indicating that you were indeed still breathing. The sigh of relief he let out was very surprising.

Tengen Uzui

You were his 4th spouse, and he didn’t really care if you couldn’t transform into a werewolf. If you felt bad, then he and his wives would prepare meals that would get your body into the perfect condition. When you finally do, he just about hosts a full-on festival in your honor. I mean, there were enough decorations and people.

Honestly, you fit right into the family. Your husband and wives all love you so very much, and they make sure that you never forget it. You were very chatty and vibrant, and it caused more joy within your home. Tengen enjoyed hearing each of his spouses giggling with each other when he entered the house after a hard mission.

The first time he experienced you passing out was when he came home with a wound. It wasn’t horrible, and he would most likely get better and heal, but seeing the bloodied bandages was too much for you. Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru caught you before you hit the ground, and Tengen was trying to get you to wake up. You were eventually splashed with cold water. Sorry.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He was not for the idea at first, especially when he found out that you were the ‘runt’ of the litter who couldn’t wolf-out. However, he actually got to meet you and he hated to admit that he was in love. Now, he stands up for you against your family whenever they shame you for not being able to turn into a werewolf.

For the first few days of living with each other, it was a bit awkward. You wanted to try talking to your new husband, but the vibes were off for you. Eventually, you got used to each other and he would ask you to talk to him to fill the silence of the home. This may or may not have been spurred by your closeness with his brother, as Sanemi has seen you talking to Genya a lot.

You first passed out when your husband came back with a bunch of new wounds and even a few re-opened once. Your brother-in-law had to splash some cold water onto your face while Sanemi held your head up and off of the ground. Both men let out a sigh of relief when they heard your gasp from the sudden cold feeling.

Shinobu Kocho

She was very intrigued when your family basically arranged the whole marriage because they were scared you wouldn’t find a mate. If you didn’t mind, she ran a few tests on you and one of your brothers to see if the issue was internal and if she could help you in any way. That’s not to say that she judges you for your inability, but rather she wants to help you prove yourself to your family that you are as significant as any of them.

Not going to lie, she enjoys having a spouse to come home to after missions. It takes a while to get used to, as she is not used to someone hugging her once she returns to the Butterfly Estate, but it’s nice. All the anger that she feels quickly dissipates when you wrap your arms around her. Depending on how tall you are, she will either lean her head into your chest or crook of your neck as all her muscles relax.

The first time you passed out due to seeing blood was when a demon slayer was sent to the Estate to be treated by your lovely wife. You walked in as she was drawing blood and you couldn’t take it so you fell to the floor. She rushed over and called some of the Kakushi to help get you into bed so she could make sure you were alright.

Kyojuro Rengoku

He was definitely angry at how your mother treated you, and he was glad that she found you a perfect suitor (himself) to assure that you had a mate. He did not judge you for not being able to turn into a werewolf, and he believed that it would happen in due time. But, if you still feel bad about it, he will ask Shinobu to run some tests to see if the problem is an imbalance within your body.

Rengoku sees how kind you are towards his brother and he feels his heart pounding against his chest. The room is filled with laughter between the three of you, until Shinjuro ruins the fun and yells at you guys to quiet down. You are very close to just wolfing out right then and there because the man had too much audacity in his hands.

The first time you passed out from seeing blood was when your husband came back from a mission and he had a large wound on his arm. Usually he would go to the Butterfly Estate but he just couldn’t wait to see you. Maybe he should have, considering Senjuro had to catch you before you hit the floor.

Obanai Iguro

Both of your families were incredibly toxic, so they chose the ‘runts of the litter’ to wed each other. It ended up working in your favor though, considering you both loved each other. It wasn’t always that way, though. In the beginning, it was very awkward because you both kind of married each other without properly getting to know one another.

Over time, the two of you got closer. Obanai grew to love hearing your excited voice whenever he got home or whenever he got you something that you liked from one of his missions. It made him feel like he was doing something right and that he had something semi-normal in his life for once. He loved seeing your smile that one time when he brought a flower back from the market.

Alright, so the first time you passed out due to seeing something gruesome is kind of a funny story. Your husband decided to show you what was under the bandages, and you fainted. You had to later explain that you had never been able to handle seeing wounds, and that it wasn’t him specifically. Poor man was scared that you were scared of him.

Muichiro Tokito

After his brother’s death, his family was trying to find him a spouse in the case that he passed and there was no one to continue the bloodline. Your family needed to find you a mate in the case that you are left behind by the rest of the pack. So, both parties worked it out and the two of you were wed.

He at first doesn’t pay too much attention to you, considering he still stares off into space. You notice though and ask him to fill you in on his thoughts. You both often go cloud-gazing as small dates whenever you get the chance. Muichiro does love how excited you get whenever he asks you out on a date, even though you are married.

The first time you passed out due to seeing a lot of blood was when he came back from a mission and you were staying at the Butterfly Estate. He had a rather large wound, and once you saw it you fainted. He quickly snapped out of his daydream and yelled your name. Luckily, Shinobu was there to reassure your husband that you were alright and to make sure that you woke up.

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angie-words · 2 months

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Let Me See You: a smutty Good Omens fanfic

EDIT: Because I'm a muppet, I forgot to say thank you so much to the wonderful @the-literal-kj, @springofviolets, @nosferatini, and @playdohangel for their beta reading. The story wouldn't have been half as good without their feedback!

Summary: Crowley accidentally sees rather more of Aziraphale than he was meant to, yet doesn't seem able to leave. Staying will change everything.

CWs: explicit sex, accidental voyeurism, voyeurism, dubcon, hand jobs, mention of blow jobs, mention of intercrural sex, dirty talk - please see tags on AO3 for more!

Excerpt:

The demon reached for the latch that would let the two-way mirror-door swing open, when his eyes alighted on the fact that Aziraphale’s palms were making a very particular movement, grinding as they were against a very particular bulge beneath his beige trousers. Crowley froze, his own hand halted in mid-air at the sight of the angel unravelling, blonde head thrown back and a gasp-heavy mouth. Breath caught in his chest, it slowly dawned on him that the angel was not crying in agony, but rather in ecstasy.

Need to get away, he told himself, never saw anything, can’t know I saw anything. Another game they had to play, another dance to learn, another thing they would never speak of. He was about to draw some demonic power up from Hell to make a quick escape when he heard a murmured whimper and his wretched heart seared him beneath the skin.

“Oh, yes, my dearest,” the angel moaned, eyes screwed shut while he slipped a hand under his waistband, “my darling Crowley.”

A demon could only resist so much temptation. He lowered his fingers, knowing this was wrong, so very wrong to stay, to watch. And yet, as he leaned his head gently against the mirror, his eyes fixed upon the writhing body of his angel, he knew with a wretched self-hatred that he was not going to leave.

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cheynovak · 2 months

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A Demon's Kiss

Demon Dean x F/Reader Y/N

Warnings: Anger, Jealousy, a little aggression maybe, nothing too bad.

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

*Does not follow The SPN storyline *

Dean turned in to a knight of hell, on one of his karaoke/ bar adventures he see's an old flame from way back, Y/N the daughter of a hunter, he and Sam met years ago. Seeing her enjoying her time with a new man made him feel wel... something.

His new found edgy self-confidence made him walk up to her.

In the dimly lit bar, the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the murmur of conversations. Dean Winchester, now a demon, a knight of hell, sat at the far end of the counter, nursing a glass of whiskey. His eyes scanned the room, seeing a familiar face he hadn't seen in years.

He spotted her. Y/N. His old girlfriend. She was sitting at a table near the back, her laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses. Dean's heart twisted painfully at the sight of her. He hadn't expected to run into her here, of all places.

She was stunning, as always. Her hair cascaded in waves down her shoulders, and her smile lit up the room. But what caught Dean's attention was the man sitting across from her. Some guy. He was leaning in close, his hand grazing her arm as he whispered something in her ear. Dean's jaw clenched with jealousy.

He couldn't bear to watch her with someone else. Without a second thought, he downed the rest of his drink and made his way over to her table. As he approached, Y/N looked up, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Dean?" she breathed, disbelief evident in her voice.

"Hey, sweetheart," Dean said, forcing a smirk. "Long time no see."

Y/N's date eyed Dean warily, sensing the tension in the air. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with caution. Dean ignored him, his focus solely on Y/N. "Mind if I join you?"

Y/N hesitated, glancing between Dean and her date. "Um, I'm actually..." Dean slid into the seat next to her, not giving her time to protest. His presence casting a shadow over the table. Y/N shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting nervously between Dean and her date.

"So, who's your friend?" Dean asked casually, his gaze never leaving Y/N's face. Y/N swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing pink. "This is... uh, this is Alex," she stammered, gesturing to her date.

Alex nodded short, his expression guarded. "Nice to meet you," he said, though his tone lacked sincerity. Dean smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "So, how do you two know each other?" he asked, his voice dripping with faux innocence.

Y/N shot Dean a warning look, but he ignored it, revelling in her discomfort. "We... we met through a mutual friend," she said, her voice tight. Dean raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "A mutual friend, huh? Funny, I don't remember you having friends, sweetheart."

“In our job it’s hard to keep any relation.” He clarified over his shoulder to Alex. Y/N's cheeks grew even redder, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "It's... it's complicated, but can be done." she muttered, avoiding Dean's gaze.

Dean leaned in closer to her, his hand on her thigh, voice low and husky. "You know, I've been thinking about you a lot lately," he said, his breath brushing against her ear.

Y/N shivered at the proximity, her heart racing in her chest. "Dean, please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the bar.

But Dean ignored her protests, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered words of seduction. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he couldn't resist the temptation.

Meanwhile, Alex watched the exchange with growing unease, his fists clenched beneath the table. He could sense the tension between Y/N and Dean, and he didn't like it one bit.

"Maybe we should go somewhere more private," Dean murmured, his eyes smouldering with desire.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her head spinning with conflicting emotions. She knew she should resist Dean's advances, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him.

Before she could respond, Alex stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I think it's time I leave," he said, his voice tight with anger. Y/N glanced up at him, torn between relief and disappointment. "Alex, wait," she said, reaching out to him.

But Alex shook his head, his eyes blazing with fury. "I'm done playing games, I don’t think this will work." he spat, before storming out of the bar without another word.

Y/N watched him go, her heart sinking in her chest. She knew he was hurt, but she couldn't deny the spark of excitement that Dean's presence had ignited within her.

Dean watched Alex leave with a satisfied smirk, knowing that he had won this round. Turning back to Y/N, he reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

"Looks like it's just you and me now, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she looked into Dean's eyes, knowing that she was about to cross a line from which there was no turning back. And as Dean leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss, Y/N surrendered herself.

As Y/N felt Dean's lips pressing against hers, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swept through her. Breaking away from the kiss, she searched his eyes, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Dean... w-what happened to you? You're so... different."

Dean pulled back slightly, his gaze darkening as he studied her. "Different how?" he asked, his voice low, flirty.

Y/N hesitated, her mind racing with memories of the man Dean used to be. "You used to be... kinder," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise of the bar. "Softer. This... this isn't you."

Dean's jaw tensed at her words, his expression hardening. "People change, Y/N," he said, his voice cold and distant as he tried to kiss her again. "It's called survival."

Y/N shook her head, pushing her hand against his chest, refusing to accept his explanation. "But this isn't just change, Dean," she insisted, her voice tinged with desperation. "This is... dark. I can see it."

She looked around, “Where is Sam?”

Dean's gaze flickered with something akin to regret, but it was quickly masked by a steely resolve. "Maybe you just didn't know me as well as you thought you did, Sweetheart" he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

Y/N felt a pang of sadness at his words, realizing that the man she had once loved was slipping further and further away from her grasp. "After all we’ve been through. I don't believe that." she said firmly.

Y/N reached out to touch his arm, her fingers trembling with uncertainty. "Please, Dean," she pleaded, "What's wrong? I want to help you."

"It's too late for that, Y/N," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "You should go. It's not safe for you to be around me." As Y/N watched Dean leave the bar, a sense of despair washed over her.

Ignoring the warning bells ringing in her mind, she followed him, determination burning in her chest. "Dean, wait, Dean! I dealt with not safe before. What happened?" she called out, her voice echoing in the empty hallway outside the bar.

Dean stopped in his tracks, his back still turned to her. "I told you to go, Y/N," he said, his voice rough with emotion. Y/N took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. "I can't just walk away, Dean, not when you clearly need help" she said, her voice trembling.

"FUCK Y/N!" he growled, pushing her against the wall with a strength she knew wasn’t normal, his voice sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "I told you to leave. Can't you take a hint?" Y/N recoiled at the venom in his voice, her heart pounding with fear.

"Dean, this isn’t you.," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Who, what are you." Dean’s beautiful green eyes turned pitch black, Y/N’s heart stopped for a second. "I don't understand, how?"

Dean spat. "I'm not the man you once knew. And you... you're just a pathetic reminder of that past."

Y/N felt her heart shatter at his words, tears stinging her eyes. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Too scared to speak out loud but he heard her. His eyes changed back, looking her up and down.

In a blur of motion, he closed the distance between them, his hands gripping her shoulders with a bruising force. Y/N gasped as she felt his lips crashing down on hers, his kiss fierce and possessive.

She tried to push him away, but Dean's hold on her was unyielding, his kiss a cruel, different from the ones they shared before. As he finally pulled away, Y/N saw a flicker of regret in his gaze. But it was quickly replaced by a cold, empty stare.

“Ay, Romeo, ready yet?” A strange short man in a black coat appeared behind them. Dean looked over his shoulder before turning back to her.

"Leave, Y/N," he said, his voice a low growl. "Before I do something we'll both regret."

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﹏ ❛ all you gotta do is call me.⠀⠀⠀äs nodt.

˖⁺ ⊹୨ ★ the one where you form a friendship with the malevolent enity.

content disclaimers ╱╱ gn!reader. young!reader. HEAVY religious trauma and themes. angst to comfort. vollstandig!äs nodt. mild body horror. wc: 830.

YOU HAVE (1) MESSAGE UNREAD !⠀⠀—⠀⠀“the 2nd halloween short of the month! this one may have been inspired by czs horror history analysis of the man who can't breath from insidious and i might have used my own religious trauma as a base for this. i wrote this with christianity in mind (mainly nigerian christianity). anyways, enjoy 💃🏾”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YOU DON'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME YOU PRAYED TO HIM.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀With the number of times you've been called an abomination before the eyes of the Almighty God, it's no surprise you'd see yourself as an unclean mix of flesh and blood who did nothing but wallow around. Sinner. Sodomite. Witch. Those were a few of many names that followed you around, hanging over you like a haunting veil of shame. Your relationship with your mother had always shown signs of strain, but you couldn't hate her. If anything, it was your fault for not being the ideal child, rebelling against the heavens. She was trying to guide you. Children of God don't act like this. Good children of God don't say that.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀God must hate me, you affirmed. The Lord God above would never approve of you. You swear he's looking down on you this moment, shaking his head in disappointment. Years and years of Christian sermons crept around in your mind, festering in your conscience. You'd be happy, they said. He's the only way, they said. You can depend on him. He'd be there when you called for him. Surely he'd comfort you in your darkest times. Where was he now? You silently cried out to the sky, tears already spilt and stained your cheeks, questioning your faith. That was the first time he showed up.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The second time he showed himself, you'd been jolted awake by a nightmare. You'd gone downstairs to grab a glass of cold water, leaving the sticky heat of your bed. As you opened the cabinet, you couldn't help but notice how cold it'd gotten, the frigid atmosphere making you shiver. That's when you saw it. The man in white. His long, brittle hair shone in the moonlight. His eyes were rolled at the back of his head, drawing tears of blood from his sockets. Your eyes widened in silent fear, shuddering at his appearance. He bore a long white cloak, a prominent and bloody stitch running from the middle of his throat to the bottom of the robe, revealing gory muscle and bone. And his mouth. His teeth were left in the open, lacking the protective soft appendages. His blue star halo hung on the top of his crown, shining brightly.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Your goblet had long hit the floor, bits of sharp glass scratching your feet and the floor. Your mother had caught wind of the incident, screaming at you for having broken such a fragile object. She ranted on, but you were too focused on the man standing behind her. Were your eyes deceiving you? Could she not see him? You silently went to your room, ignoring your mother's verbal vomiting and eager to forget the past event.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀By the time you saw him again, he spoke. You were alone, your mother leaving you home in favour of church service. You lay on your bed, feeling drained and sleepy. As you turned over on your back, you opened your eyes, only to be met with those same eerie scleras. You screamed, the apparition looming over you menacingly. Slowly, the man raised a pale, bony arm, and caressed your cheek, paying no attention to your crying and erratic movements. Being raised in a heavily prayerful home stuck with you, no matter who you grew up to be. You've always been taught to condemn the devil, resist temptation and you'd be blessed with favour and prosperity. Yet here you were, finding solace in a demonic entity. You soon stopped crying, the man's nurturing touch gradually lulling you to sleep.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀A fight with your mother was never pretty. Silence and dissociation were your sword and shield during those times. Heartbroken at her cruel words, you slammed your bedroom door, heaving and sobbing. The reason for my stagnation, she called you. Nothing could've prepared you for that moment, her mocking shattering your heart and breaking your resolve. Curling yourself up in a ball, you tried your best to give yourself the scarce bit of consolation you had left. Then you heard him. His heavy, raspy breathing. The only sound in your room besides your wailing. He extended his sickly white limb towards you. He took hold of you, his body no longer radiating the icy temperature. You felt like a baby in its mother's arms, the entity stroking your hair. He gave you the nurture and care you've been looking for this entire time. You were no longer going to look above for alleviation. God wasn't there for you when you needed him, so why call him again? On the other hand, the spirit held you in his grasp, emitting a sense of security.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And in that moment, you came to an epiphany. You didn't whether you'd be thrown in hell or not, you could always count on the man in white to be there for you. Even when you were dead, and long gone, you could always count on him. You just had to call him.

DEMI'S POST-IT⠀❞⠀ok im actually kinda proud of myself for writing all of this in like, one night. i also may or may have not nearly started crying in the middle of writing this. i hope this helps somebody with some sort of trauma stemming from religion. kinda based this on my experiences in my life, the ending is kind of how im feeling currently.

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