#angel devil is the most human-like devil in the story and he still feels... not human from his character design alone

[ladsofsorrow24]

i know there are people out there who didn't like chainsaw man's character design because they feel that most of them are boring but personally i think those are ultimately balanced out by the sheer weird designs of the devils

also the mundanity of the human characters' design helps in making the world feel more realistic and believable, because i don't think i can take the story seriously if denji had some gravity defying hairstyle lmao

[satanzhole]

WHB Satan

Satan’s H- scene and the way he called mc a dirty bitch in his card story inspired me to write this. His h- scene was hot but I needed more fr

Satan x fem!reader 

CW: degradation, choking, creampie, squirting, pussy slapping, fingering, coochie being ate, fucked grammar

MINORS FUCK OFF 

You were walking in an alley in Gahanna along with Satan, Sitri, and Ppyong when suddenly you felt an immense amount of pain in your chest so much so that you couldn’t properly breathe. 

“Solomon?”, Sitri asked with a worried expression on his face as he turned around and saw you collapsed on the ground and holding your chest. Sitri hurried to your side to help you off the ground but you were still panting. 

“Oh Mc! I don’t think she can breathe properly, aye!” Ppyong shouted as he floated toward you. 

“ Ohh is “that” it?” Satan said while walking back to you. He snatched you away from Sitri and studied your complexion in his arms. 

“Did something happen to Mc?”, Ppyong asked. 

“It looks like Mc can’t breath”, Sitri stated with an anxious expression on his face. 

You could hear the devils around you stirring but due to your current predicament, you weren’t able to understand them properly. At first you felt stifled in the chest and found it difficult to breathe but now, you felt like someone was trying to strangle the life out of you. 

“This is a human and we are in hell”, Satan remarked as he looked down at you in his arms.

 “Mc. According to your Earthiem knowledge, you’re currently on a different planet”. 

“Does that mean… Mc is like this because the environment changed a lot?”, Ppyong asked. 

“That’s right”.

“Ooh…! Now I understand, aye! I heard that humans need oxygen tanks or space suits when they go to different planets, aye! But right now Mc…” 

“Is completely naked”

“Then if this continues ….” said Sitri. 

“Mc will keep struggling to breath until they dry up like a mummy”, Satan explained with a troubled look on his face. 

“Mc won’t die right away, but will be in even more pain”. 

“Does that mean… that I have to return to Earth. I want to stay here”,  you asked Satan as you were still panting from the lack of oxygen. You grabbed the hem of Satan’s clothes and spoke. 

“ I’m going to help you until the end.”

“But Solomon, you should worry about your own state”, Sitri commented.

“ Help until the end… I want that too”, Satan said firmly as he looked you in the eyes. 

“ I didn’t say there isn't a way”. 

Sitri and Ppyong both gasped in surprise at Satan. 

“Think of it, descendent of Solomon, humans lived here before you. Solomon. Your ancestor. At that time, there was a method that the devils devised with him. We’ll constantly blow “devil energy” inside of you to make you adapt to Hell”. 

“In other words, I think he’s saying that he will give you an oxygen mask, aye!”, Ppyong shouted gleefully. 

When Satan nodded, Ppyong proudly wagged his tail. But you were finding it harder and harder to breathe. 

“Your Majesty, I think we should use that method as soon as possible”, Sitri suggested. 

“Alright” , said Satan, and covered your eyes with his hand to block your view. 

“Satan?”

“Think of the place you feel the most comfortable in” 

“The place I feel the most comfortable in…” 

Your room was the first to come to your mind… No, it was Minhyeok’s room. Where you could be the most comfortable while the sun was up.Where all your precious porn files were …

“ I have it” 

“Alright. Before you open your eyes…

You felt Satan look up at the surroundings. Satan started speaking to both Sitri and Ppyong. 

“Once Mc accepts the devil energy, she’ll fall asleep for a while. Because humans use their stamina to properly absorb that energy in their body. For those few hours we will have to protect Mc”. 

“ Leave it to us, your Majesty Satan”.

“ We’ll do our best, you Majesty Satan, aye!”

“Also, we can never let the angels know that Mc has to receive devil energy intermittently, and that she has to fall asleep because of that”. 

“Of course your Majesty Satan”.

“Of course, your Majesty, aye!”

That was the last you heard from Sitri and Ppyong. 

“Alright Mc. Open your eyes”.

Satan finished beseeching and lifted his hand from your eyes. Minyeok’s room was spread out before your eyes, and only you and Satan were left in it. You widen your eyes at the surprising and much missed scenery. Satan grinned at you, still holding you in his arms as he supported you. 

“Is this really Minhyeok’s room?”

“I don’t care whose room you thought of. But this is a place from your heart where you feel most comfortable. It’s a virtual space in your heart realized”.

You still found it hard to breathe. But when you stood in some place similar, you somehow felt more at ease. The walls with vintage baseball cards that Minhyeok collected. The table with the picture he took with you in the past. Everything was identical to Minhyeok’s room that you knew. 

There was one thing that you weren’t familiar with. 

“Satan…”

“Hm?”

“Why am I naked?” Pain and impression aside, you couldn’t not ask that question. You thought it was strange how you were the only one who was standing there naked. Standing in front of Satan like this made you feel exposed but it was also turning you on. 

Instead of answering your question, Satan took your face into his hands and kissed you deeply. His pink tinted lips were plump, warm and soft. You parted your lips so he took the chance to slip his tongue in. His hands moved away from your face and traveled down to your ass. He grabbed and squeezed your ass in his hands, spreading your cheeks apart enough that your pussy lips spread as well. He released your ass only to slap it and grip it again. You heard a deep growl come from Satan and you felt yourself getting wet. Satan guided you toward the bed and soon you felt something behind your knees. The two of you separated as you began to slowly sit down on the bed. Before you even sit, Satan gave you a cocky smile and pushed your shoulder back on the bed. He leaned over you while his fingers grazed your lips, neck, and breast. 

“I thought you were an interesting human. From when I first saw you”.

“Because I’m a descendent of Solomon?”

“No, because the video you were watching was so interesting”

 You were now completely laid back on the bed and Satan was on top of you. He trapped you between two arms and it gave you the perfect view of his well toned muscles that were covered with bold veins. He leaned down and gave you a kiss on the lips, jaw, and neck then sat back up and began to slide his clothes off.  Each time he took off a piece of clothing, you couldn’t help but look amazed by how perfect his body is. His body has incomparable beauty which is no surprise considering the fact that he was made in God’s image. Your eyes started at his plump chest and traveled past his thick veiny arms and firm abs. He has a bold v-line, a light pink happy trail that matches his hair and even more small veins that lead down to his brick hard shaft. His dick is curved upward and just about reached his belly button. It’s girthy with three visible veins with precum leaking out of the head and sliding down the shaft. 

“ You looked at me like that in the beginning too”, Satan said with a red tinted face. 

“Hold your legs open. I wanna play with your pussy first”, he ordered in a low tone, grinning. You did exactly what you were told and hooked your arms under your legs and held them up for him. He went straight to rubbing your sopping wet pussy and teasing your hole that. His middle finger slid right in and slowly pumped into you a few times. You were so wet that his ring finger slipped into you with no resistance. He pumped his curved fingers into your pussy to hit that special spot that’d make you cum all over his fingers. 

“ I'm not stopping until I make you squirt and your cum’s running down my hand.” Satan declared before taking one of his hands and wrapping it around your throat while his other is thrusting his fingers in you. 

“You hear how wet you are Mc? Your pussy’s so noisy. You really are a dirty little human”, he said, flicking his tongue at you.

Satan’s hand around your throat combined with the lewd noises of your hole being finger fucked by Satan’s thick fingers was pushing you to your limit. 

“You’re gonna squirt on me huh? Mmm that’s right.. cum on my fingers like a good girl”, he growled, and it immediately pushed you over the edge. 

“Wait Satan! I feel like I’m going to-” and that’s when your juices came sprinkling out of your tightened pussy. Satan immediately pulled his fingers out and cupped your pussy with his mouth. He used his big, flat tongue to swipe it up your pussy then latched his plump lips onto your clit and sucked on it. You came even harder with the added stimulation of Satan sucking on your swollen clit. He slurped up your cum soaked pussy and gave your clit one last suck before he sat back up and released his grip around your throat. The lower half of Satan’s face was damp and glossy, covered in your cum. 

You flinched at the swift slap to your pussy but it was soon after soothed with Satan caressing you and soaking his hand in your juices. Satan lifted his hand,  showing you his glistening fingers then moved them in front of his lips. He parted his lips and flicked his tongue between his fingers, looking you dead in the eyes to make sure you captured the sight of him cleaning your cum off his fingers. 

“I want you on your hands and knees for me”, Satan said grinning at you while he reached for his dick. He stood back up, gripped his tip then slid his hand down to the base, wetting his entire length with precum. He couldn’t resist touching himself, seeing you with your ass up, sloppy, wet pussy waiting for him to stuff you balls deep. You wiggled your ass for him in anticipation and he responded with a rough slap to your ass. He slapped your ass two more times before he grabbed your cheeks, spreading your fat, wet pussy lips so he could get a better view of your clenching hole. You felt him slide his dick between your folds and up your ass, picking up your juices and teasing your pussy. The sensation of his tip repeatedly rubbing against your clit and gliding between your lips made you whimper out his name.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you. I’m not giving you what you want until you say it ”, Satan purred in a low voice, pushing his tip into you but only enough to tease you. Satan can really be an asshole. Making you be so upfront about how bad you want him to fuck your brains out. He knows it’s embarrassing for you and that’s why he enjoys it so much. You were hesitating for too long so he spoke again. 

“ Come oon. Nasty, perverted human can’t tell me she wants me to fuck her? I know how filthy minded you are mc. What’s holding you back now? ” 

You didn’t even have to look at him to know that he had that cocky grin on his face. Even though Satan’s just egging you on, you’ve got to admit he’s right. You are quite dirty minded. He literally saw your porn collection. You’re always so horny that when you first met Satan, you were only thinking about how good he’d fuck you. So there shouldn’t be a problem with telling Satan how bad you want him, right? 

By now, Satan has started slowly pushing his tip further in. He was getting antsy. Your pussy looks so wet and sexy, he could cum just looking at it. You wanted Satan to just fuck his whole length into you so bad that it made you finally gather the courage to come out with it already. 

“ I want you to fuc-”

“Look at me in the eyes and say it”

Your face was burning up but you did as you were told. You turned around to look at him in his scarlet eyes and repeated yourself. 

“I want you to fuck me Satan” , you said in a shy, sultry voice. Satan growled and flicked his tongue at you. There was a loud “squelch” coming from Satan entering you as he bottomed out. You both let out a moan at how amazing it felt. You’re so full of him right now. There was the pain of being stretched out by his girth but it hurt so good. He moved his hips back and his dick came out glossy, covered in your pussy’s juices. Satan slowly pushed himself balls deep again forcing another “squelch” sound to ring out. He still had a grip on your ass, spreading your lips so he could see your wet pussy gripping him as he went in and out of you. 

You felt a sudden pain in your head due to Satan grabbing a first full of your hair, forcing you to arch your back for him. Now he can start fucking you into next week. 

Satan loved the view of your ass jiggling and bouncing off of his hips. As he was fucking into you, his balls repeatedly slapped your clit and gave you extra stimulation. The feeling made your pussy clench around his length. 

“Mmm fuck. Trying to make me cum already hm? You’re squeezing me so tight mc” , he purred as he kept his steady pace of pounding into you.

“I wanna see you fuck yourself on my cock. Be a good slut and make yourself cum all over this dick ”

He gave you one last deep stroke then pulled out, leaving his tip inside you. 

“Go on. Start moving”, Satan ordered in a deep, seductive tone. The strong grip in your hair was still there forcing you to keep your back arched. You first slowly took in his length all the way to the base then slowly moved your body forward, taking in the feeling of his veiny cock sliding in and out of you. You were throwing your ass back on him while rolling your hips then felt his tip tapping your g-spot. Your slick was starting to build up and cream his cock. 

“You should see how creamy your pussy is right now mc. It’s so sexy. Keep going just like that until you cum”, he said as he watched your pussy lips wrap around his cock and swallow his length over and over. 

You began feeling a heavy tingling sensation as your walls spasmed around his cock. 

“Fuck! Satan” , you whimpered.

“You did really well mc. But I'm still not done with you yet.”

He pulled your body up against his own so that your back was against his chest. You felt his dick in you so much deeper in this position. Satan wrapped his right hand around your throat then used his left hand to rub your clit while he stirred his dick in you. You were so wet now that your juices were dripping onto the bed sheets. 

“Plop plop plop” along with your and Satan’s lustful moans filled the air. 

“Mmhh your pussy’s sucking me so good. Keep taking my dick like that and I’ll let you have my cum”.

The hand that was clasped around your throat forced you to turn your head toward him and look at him in his vibrant red eyes. Satan looked at you with hunger, as if he’d devour you right then and there. He glanced down at your lips then went in for a rough, but passionate, sloppy tongue kiss. He took his time digging his cock deep inside you, almost deep enough to nudge your cervix. The way he was steady rubbing your swollen clit and stretching you out like this made you gasp and break away from Satan’s plush lips. 

You were feeling that familiar tingling sensation you felt earlier built up again. You were so close to cuming and you could tell you were going to cum hard this time. 

“Satan I’m so close I’m gonna cum ”, you whimpered. 

“Yea? Then go on and cum on my dick you dirty bitch. I want your creamy pussy soaking my cock in cum. Do it now you fucking slut”.

Satan’s command was all that was needed to push you into a state of intense ecstasy. Your eyes were rolled back, your legs were shivering, and you were babbling nonsense but that didn’t stop Satan from fucking you through your orgasm.

“Aaah shit mc. Keep squeezing me just like that. You’re gonna take all of my cum like the nasty little cum slut you are”. 

As Satan moaned with his gruff, husky voice in your ear, his pace became faster and sloppier. 

His cum mixed in with your juices and cream and overflowed in you, causing it to drip down his balls and your legs. Satan pulled out his dick, making a wet sucking sound leave your pussy. You were so exhausted from how fucked out you were that you fell onto the bed once Satan released you. Your eyes were getting extremely heavy. Satan laid beside you then gathered you in his arms to cuddle as you drifted off to sleep. 

“Go ahead and rest, Mc. I know you humans need it after being worn out like that. I’ll be waiting here for you”.

That was the last thing you heard as you drifted off into some much needed sleep. 

Omg y’all this was my first time writing smut. It’s probably cringey garbáge but I’d appreciate feedback or whateva

[mikkeneko]

Thinking about the ways that Scum Villain is about dualities, and in some ways the most important parts are in the spaces that are left undefined by those dualities.

Luo Binghe is of course himself a duality of two worlds - human and demon, angel and devil, but he’s also two men, the Luo Binghe of the original PIDW and the Luo Binghe of the new narrative. And Luo Binghe is also both the hero and the villain of his story (and also the love interest.)

But Shen Qingqiu is also a duality. Because he is both Shen Yuan and Shen Qingqiu, also a hybrid of two worlds, and neither of those persons would be who they are without the other half. Shen Qingqiu is also both the villain and the hero of his story (and also the love interest.) 

The story can sometimes feel oddly off-center and unbalanced because Shen Qingqiu, the most confusing and unreliable of narrators, refuses to center himself even in the story that he’s narrating about his own life. His attention is always on Luo Binghe; he is just as obsessed with Luo Binghe as Luo Binghe is with him.

Scum Villain is a story about Luo Binghe in a way that MDZS is not a story about Lan Wangji, and TGCF is not a story about Hua Cheng. If Lan Wangji or Hua Chang had never existed Wei Wuxian and Xie Lian’s stories would have been sadder, emptier, but their stories would still have existed. In Scum Villain, there is no story without Luo Binghe. (And when there’s Luo Binghe but no Shen Qingqiu, that’s when you get Proud Immortal Demon Way, and it’s very bad.)

Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu spend the entire story dancing around each other, changing places and even changing roles, one rising while the other falls, until they finally come in sync together at the end. They create their story between them. Neither of them could have done it in the absence of the other. They circle one another like a binary star, and the gravitational center of the story is the place where they meet in the middle.

[pineappleciders]

I loved your older siblings has, can u do more of them ?? :3

south park main 4 with a stereotypical older sibling reader

A/N: of course!!!! i've actually gotten several reqs to do more of these so i'm gonna do the main 4!!! i hope this is what you meant :D also so sorry for this being super late i have too many drafts

stan marsh

ANOTHER SHELLY??? pray for him

his friends have seriously been getting annoyed with how much he complains about his older siblings

you don't beat him up as bad as shelly does but you do shove him out of the way and noogie him and all that. you take his hat off and make fun of his greasy hair and he gets super pissy

always angry about how you always manage to woo your parents over. how sharon treats you like an angel when you're actually an evil dick

you and shelly gang up on him all the time LOL you two plan together in your rooms about how to annoy him. like when his friends are over you constantly open the door randomly just to put him on edge

whenever he's having problems with wendy he always comes to you. you always laugh and make fun of him but you actually give really good relationship advice

despite constantly making fun of him and annoying him you actually always have his back?? when he's getting bullied or he feels scared you're always on the person's ass and ready to jump in front of him at any moment

you'd never admit it though. stan is a little shit but he's a funny evil little shit

kyle broflovski

he peeks into a room to see you playing with ike and smiling and laughing and treating him like a little angel and he compares that to how you treat him and he thinks it's unfair

what he doesn't know is that when he was a baby like ike you were constantly cooing at him and carrying him. you think you would die of embarrassment if your parents showed him pictures of you reading him bedtime stories

he thinks you HATE him. like he is 100% convinced that you are out to get him. i mean you kinda are but it's tough love yk

you hide his hat often because you know he would rather die than go to school without it. he gets all pissed and snatches it when he finds it

calls you stupid and stuff like stereotypical sibling behavior but you're really the only grown-up he can trust with issues. sheila is amazing but she has quite a temper,, you're not that great either but you always help out somehow

tattles on you when you do smth he knows ur not supposed to be. he doesn't take immense joy in being a snitch but he thinks you deserve it

eric cartman

he hates you. you're #1 on his shit-list. like seriously be careful

whines and stamps his foot when you aren't a pushover and actually make him do basic things. like how dare you be a normal human being. he hates liane too but he always clings to her when you're around

whenever you see his friends you like to embarrass him by telling them how much of a mama's boy he is. and it doesn't really work because their opinion of him can't get much lower

is constantly plotting on how to get rid of you. sometimes you find papers in his room that are either extremely complicated or super simple plans to kill you

he also tapes threatening letters to your door sometimes. you're not really scared of him, but after the incident with the tenormans, you started locking your door at night..

his friends are actually quite thankful that there's someone to keep eric in his place now. he actually acts... somewhat more normal now. it's frightening how just having an older sibling can keep him in line

although... not completely. he's still a little devil and you pick him up by his scruff like a kitten whenever you catch him plotting.

kenny mccormick

even if you occasionally lock the door on him, and tease him in his stupid little roleplay outfits, he's still quite thankful to have an elder figure in his life who can take care of him.

admittedly, it's very hard to be mean to kenny and karen, so you typically find yourself bullying kevin the most.

it's never mean-spirited though. living in a household like that requires you to stick together, and you honestly wouldn't trade your siblings for the world

you get a job pretty early to start providing for your family, and you're often forced to bring kenny and the others with you to work at your boring cashier job. kevin likes to help out with restocking while karen and kenny play dolls behind the register

you smack kenny upside the head everytime you catch him reading porno mags.

his friends either think you're awesome or think you're lame. depends on how u act and cartman probably lowkey likes you but doesn't admit it cuz ur poor😭😭

even though you're mean to him u and kenny still chill a lot together. he'll always ask about adult stuff like weed but you never entertain his goofy ideas. he might try to act more grown, but he'll always be your baby brother!!!

[wordsvomit101]

... Lucifer is how Christian Gray believed he is/jk

We already know Lucifer to be THAT guy but this is just a new whole layer and when combine with some info about him and his brothers, we got a pretty interesting case of why he might has a kink for dacryphilia, or how he might, 'allegedly', be a lowkey sadist (not surprising but still give me a gasp when I think about it).

The original source is here, credits to @shyanimeboi and their friend: https://x.com/shyanimeboi/status/1795183592961655077/video/3\

Warnings: Mentions of torture (info from chapter 5 in canon story), 1ncest, sexual content, and some depiction of violence. MNDI

I noticed how he been switching his way of addressing MC from Solomon, to Adam, and to Eve, throughout his chats. And it either a spontaneous things where he group the 3 humans he know the most together and just address MC with them on a whims or it could be something more personal.

The type of unicorn he is talking about is most commonly known in the western folklore, where unicorns are fierce and hostile, and become docile only in the presence of virgins. While occasionally fiction writers have invoked the principle that men can be virgins also (see, e.g. Poul Anderson’s “Honeymouth”), usually, “virgin” implies “girls or women,” and therefore only women who have never had intercourse can tame a unicorn, but it could be also for those that are utterly pure (of heart if not of mind).

So it pretty much confirm it, Lucifer either get freaky in the 0rgy they got going on in Heaven or he get freaky with his brothers, which is weird but compared that to the torture camps and experimental labs on devil children, the possiblities of unhinged millenia old angels banging each others is something I expected but wholely not interested in opening that can of worm.

I would call myself the weird one when I think of some 50 Shades of Gray when I look at this image since in the chat Lucifer seem like a Disney princess:

This part set apart Lucifer and his brothers in a subtle but clear way because unlike how Gabriel and Michael would get into a fight on whether who would get to kill a devil, how Michael would easily commit genocide on an entire race of dragons, and how Raphael would eat his fellow angels for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Lucifer can form a bond with another creature, who would be killed by the trio if he were to show the same attitude as he did with Lucifer. This also reflected how he became Gamigin and Jjok's brother. His normal open-minded aspect is so jarring that when compared to his brothers it stands out like a neon light.

And how he prefers action over words is probably what got him to care for Gamigin, Jjok, and the devils. Devils are honest by nature, and their feelings are worn on their sleeves, with a few exceptions (Leviathan, Orias, etc.), up until now, we rarely see a devil that doesn't commit to their promises or declarations (Satan does bring Minhyeok back from death, Mammon does own Hell's economy, Leviathan live his life perfectly every day for his friends, etc.), in some cases they might really lose limbs or even die for it (in Leraye's event, he broke pieces of his horn to turn them into bullets to protect the city). In a way, he also values genuine actions as proof of one’s character, loyalty, and intentions. Gamigin took him in when Lucifer was a fallen angel and nursed him back to health despite the danger of getting the devil's ire and how much Lucifer rejected his help (and was rude about it too), he persisted and he was consistent in his kindness. Jjok is scared of him, at first, but he still continues to visit and talk to him almost every day while he is in bed, and even begs Satan to not take his "family" away (I will cry again god-).

It also might be an instinct as an angel if he were to compare them to his love for God and how he might find it hard to correct his brothers' mania, where their only purpose in life is to love and worship God, no matter how terrible they become for him. This principle reflects a certain integrity and consistency in him. He expects others to demonstrate their worth through their actions and probably enjoys them trusting him, and he likely holds himself to the same standard (ie, how he becomes a devil and declares to protect Hell, feels guilty for the atrocities his brothers and Heaven have done, how he didn't shut it down and was a part of the problem, etc).

The horse from Hell he is talking about is probably a bicorn (a not very well-known folklore two-horned creature that is a fan of depraved people) or kelpie (a shape-changing aquatic spirit of Scottish legend known for tricking people into riding on them for some malevolent purpose) or just savage beasts of war that need no rider, the counterparts to the unicorn. So his methods of training the unicorn won't work on them.

Now to get back to my point on the switching of the address from Solomon, to Adam, and to Eve. It is just a theory but it could mean something like this:

"Daughter of Solomon": Used to express a personal or significant connection between them, possibly based on MC's predecessor's wisdom and who is known to be king of peace and someone who is loved by God and the devils.

"Daughter of Adam": Highlights common humanity (Adam represents humanity as the first human created according to biblical texts) while pointing out unique or odd characteristics.

"Daughter of Eve": Emphasizes femininity or human traits related to curiosity (Eve is tempted by the serpent to eat the forbidden fruit from the Tree of the Knowledge) or innocence (Genesis 2:25 states that "Adam and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame," indicating their complete innocence and lack of self-consciousness or worldly concerns, which explain the "You are runaway, or have no sense of crisis").

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Um, chile anyway so-

Lucifer has that brat-taming, bondage, and dacryphilia things going on... So be proud and bratty y'all-

[theoddest1]

Hazbin Hotel episode 5 is a rushed mess.

May just make this a continual thing where I review the episodes from here on out.

-Right off the bat, the pacing for this episode is probably the worst out of all other episodes so far. Things just begin abruptly (Lucifer's first song with Al for instance), no build up, 5 months have passed in only 5 episodes of barely any progress or focus on Charlie as a character, a random character that didn't need to be introduced but was anyway ruined the flow further, and this stupid ass rivalry all on the basis of who's the "better dad" is legit the most random conflict of any conflict so far. That will get a point all on its own along with some of the other things mentioned. The pacing left no real breathing room aside from 2 moments: Al's rise to power and Husk n Al's convo. I wanna say the second song would be a 3rd but it just resolves an issue that was present for seemingly years and pulled a "Stolas" with having a song or sob story as an excuse for the lack of effort to reach out and be a better dad. Lazy writing and pacing overall.

-5 months....5 months have passed with barely anything revolving around helping sinners or trust built around the main cast SHOWN ON SCREEN. We are told important information opposed to witnessing the progress itself. This is not only lazy but extremely jarring cause it feels as though episodes were skipped and bonds feel unearned. They get easily resolved in what feels like seconds, and we're just supposed to....deal with it. Angel and Husk barely interact throughout this episode, which, after the crazy ride they had, with the knowledge of a SEVERAL MONTHS passing by as well, you'd think Angel would be shown to be more chatty with him....which he doesn't. Nothing crazy, just small bits of them interacting and enjoying each other's company. Nah. We get that next episode, and even THAT'S lacking. I'll tackle that in a separate post. But yeah, 5 months, and we have yet to see the other guests' views and how it has changed for the better or the process of them realizing WHY they would go for redemption. How that has affected them. Nothing of note has come about from any of these. No other sinners have joined. No other demons seem interested in Charlie's Hotel. Nothing. We are told things have been done, yet it feels like we are still at the starting line, or well, a foot away from it and miles away from the finish.

- Lucifer is a joke. I don't mind me a goofy threat, it adds a charm to them but also shows that they take so little seriously due to their immense power....not Lucifer. No, that guy just....is a joke. Dude is in his mansion making fucking toy ducks for some reason and just has depression (show said it outright, not even depression is spared from "tell don't show")

He does literally nothing, doesn't seem to WANT to do anything, and no one respects the guy. Nearly all in the Hotel lack fear, intimidation, or admiration for the guy (Pentious is the only one who seems to exhibit admiration of some kind). The closest we got is being uncomfortable. That's it. Then there's his scuffle with Alastor. Tell me why he feels the need to argue with this sucka again? Cause last I checked, Alastor is a mere overlord, and Lucifer is The Devil. Wtf is this randomass rivalry that just...S T A R T S? Why does Lucifer get intimidated or moved by Al? It makes no sense. Lucifer has been alive far longer than humanity itself, but nah this random fuck who looks like he robbed a blood bank got him weeping insecurities? I'm supposed to take this sad excuse of a character seriously? How many of these carbon copy characters will Viv make until I finally end my suffering???

-Wtf is Alastor's deal? Why is he so pressed and annoyed? One moment he is as cool and collected as a cucumber and showing only SLIGHT annoyance (Vox and His song), then he goes to meetings and speaks with people far older, far more experienced, and/or far stronger than he show no interest and he gets pissy? How insecure is he that people not caring where he's gone or thinking his ideas are wack is what leads to his eye twitching and him throwing a random ass cuss. Seriously, THAT'S what got him to swear? That his idea for the hotel's name is stupid? BFFR! You can not be serious right now, THAT'S what gets him going? You'd think with how witty and chill he was in the pilot, he would find a quick and a effective smart-ass comeback, not essentially bitch at The Devil. This makes Alastor look like a thin-skinned wannabe, too cause these minor ass comebacks are why he has lost his edge along with some randomass song number?? And at the end of the day, Al just couldn't be damned anymore to even care by the end of the episode, he doesn't speak with Lucifer or give any stank looks, doesn't speak with Charlie, does NOTHING pertaining to the issues prior, nah, he just stands there and watches after telling Mimzy to go away. Some say he did this to simply piss Lucifer off, but that doesn't make sense (not saying it ain't true, just saying if it is, it's nonsensical). First off, if that were the case, why was he annoyed even BEFORE seeing the guy?

If he only wanted to get a rise, why is HE getting angry? Trolls usually don't care enough to be this pissed. Second, wtf would he even gain from doing this? What to help push Lucifer to be a better father to Charlie, request by Lilith to Al so that Lucifer can get his act together?? If so, that's the LAZIEST shit I have ever heard. Lucifer is such a joke, he needed a SINNER to get him back on track....

Regardless, this whole father shit by Al comes out of nowhere and ruins the goddamn flow of the episode. Prior to it all, Al has shown NO interest in anyone and has done jack shit. Wtf does he even do? He's done ONE thing so far and that was help for the commercial. Alastor has shown to be completely useless as of now.

-Charlie, why is she treated as tho she isn't a grown ass woman? She's babied to hell and back and despite being the daughter of Lucifer, hasn't shown any of her abilities to help the hotel. So Lucifer can summon shit but not her? Is she that useless? Also, gotta love how she never asks her dad about the Valentino situation to help Angel out. Man...what a great ass friend. She also doesn't find it weird that Al is just suddenly...babying her? She has zero awareness of everything, I guess, which is getting annoying now. You're over 200 years of age (went to high school in the 1800s according to what her comic was about, but guess that's retconned based on what happens in the following episode).

So she doesn't use her abilities to tidy up the place, she doesn't act her damn age, she doesn't do anything to help her sexually assaulted friend. What a damn joke, just like her dad.

-Mimzy shouldn't have been in an episode about Lucifer. Plain and simple. Her character should have been introduced in one of the earlier episodes. Not during fucking this. And we got a repeat of the pilot with Alastor's backstory retold. So they're down to retell his rise to power but not to make at least a proper recap of the events that happened prior? Key word....PROPER.

-Husk caring about Mimzy bringing trouble is actually fucking stupid. Because of the lack of proper build up to him now finding more reason to like the Hotel, it feels forced that he would be worried about what danger Mimzy brought. And on top of that, yeah...ALASTOR IS RIGHT THERE. You know who else is there? LUCIFER. I get it, Lucifer stood by and watched as the Hotel was being swatted, but he also sang a song about providing what Charlie asked for, meaning if she had asked her dad, he woukd be down to help, so WHY TF IS HE WORRIED???? Also , is Charlie just INCAPABLE of fighting for herself?? "She doesn'twanna hurt sinners-" so she had no defensive abilities??? What???? Also, that's a damn lie, she fought Katie Killjoy on live Tv. Are no other damn people capable of protecting the Hotel??? Why did Al need to step in for that? They were just LOAN SHARKS.

Anyway, the scene where Husk is probing Alastor about Mimzy and treating him as a pet is decently paced and the tone was pretty neat, sucks that this feels like their way of showing that Husk is also under a leash like Angel rather than him being treated as a joke, which btw...horrid way to compare the two. Wanna know why? One is subjected to an onslaught of sexual assault whether he was pushing Val's buttons or not, and forced to be assaulted by various men around him, passed around like a thing. The other is Husk, who legit disrespected Alastor and had to push at him to get such humiliation and terror, and guess what....Al still ended up pushing Mimzy away after she did end up bringing trouble, so he did essentially listen to Husk in his own distant way. This is the ONLY TIME we see Al be downright mean to Husk and probably the only time. Angel has been subjected to nothing but horrid assault after assault no matter the situation. So I better not see anyone say, "SEE LOOK, THEY'RE BOTH ABUSED" stfu. Nothing about their situations are even remotely similar. Just cause the chains are the same doesn't mean the users are. EDIT: Ima say this before people act like I excuse this. No, I am not excusing Alastor's actions. I am pointing out what happened on screen. Husk mocked Alastor, Alastor retaliated out of anger(much like how Angel retaliated at Husk in ep 4 after Husk kept arguing and mocking him) by pulling out the chains to shut him up. He didn't even hit Husk. Again, I'm not excusing it, just pointing out how vastly different Husk and Angel's situations are and how one overlord reacts compared to the other....who is a straight-up rapist.

-Both the songs are mid/ok but pulled down by the awful storytelling....shame. I at first was not fond of Lucifer's voice.....it's ok now, I guess. Idk. I'm still not really feeling it, though.

Episode sucked ass

Pacing was all over the place

ALASTOR AND LUCIFER ARE PISS BABIES

[welivetodream]

The reason Bunny gets a shit load of hate despite him being the only one who is NOT an accomplice to murder is because of one simple thing:

His personality.

That is the reason we can't feel bad for him. We as a society have considered Homophobia and sexism one of the worst things you can ever do. Which is true.

Murder is justified in certain situations, especially when it's in a fictional universe/story, not saying Bunny's death was justified, but we can excuse murder----even the law excuses murder at times. It's something grey and understandable in certain situations. We have liked; even loved characters who have killed others simply because it is in a fictional story.

The reason we draw the line at Bunny's behaviour is because, Homophobia, Racism, Sexism/Misogyny as well other forms of discrimination are NEVER excusable. When someone says a slur, you can't excuse that by comparing them in terms of morality with other characters. In modern society, we don't accept slurs and derogatory remarks.

Maybe in the 90's and 2000's when the book was new and fresh, people might not have cared about Bunny's behaviour much, maybe they even sympathize with him and loved him, because it was a DIFFERENT TIME back then. We cannot tolerate things like that anymore and it makes people harder to sympathize with Bunny.

Other than all that, Bunny is annoying a lot of the time. He is not the loveable goof he thinks he is. He scams his friends. He is cocky and arrogant. He is dumb and condescending. He says the worst things at wrong times. He puts people down. He pokes fun at others weaknesses. And the more you see of him the worse he gets. Even to the point you wish he dies.......

And he does. It's in his death that Bunny is more humanized, as most people are, in death.

And it is SOOO frustrating because he is the sanest person in the entire class. The most normal and least indoctrinated in those beliefs.

Bunny Corcoran is a character I wanted to like. But he kept getting on my nerves and I found others more interesting than him. And after reading the book several times I can appreciate him more. Although I don't agree with so many theories about him being a "good" person.

Bunny doesn't need to be good. He doesn't need anyone defending him. He doesn't need excuses for his personality. He is annoying, sometimes endearing; he makes your blood boil and he's still gone too soon. His death is a tragedy. He wanted to live. Forever.

Bunny is Bunny

You love, you hate him, or you don't care about him

His existence is necessary for the story and it's time we don't fight about if he was an angel or the devil

He was a person. A deeply flawed, complex person. And we should appreciate him just for that.

~🕯️🕊️🐇

[gotta-love-writers]

Monsters Together

Avengers Loki x Avengers Female Reader

Summary: Loki and Reader are close friends, she's the angel to his devil and both have feelings for the other that they refuse to admit, but what happens when he finds out she's not as angelic as he thought?

Warnings: Fluff and angst, Jotun! Loki makes an appearance, comfort, Reader sees herself as a monster.

Note: Reader is Lucifer Morningstars (From the show Lucifer) daughter. No use of Y/N. This is my first story on here so please give me feedback!

Everybody at Stark Tower absolutely adored you. Making things for everyone once they got back from missions was your specialty but you also loved to just hug and be affectionate with everybody too. You had been on a small handful of missions but you hated hurting people and so your usual job was to use your wings to scout out places from above, though most times Tony just used his drones. You didn't mind missing out on the action, you often preferred to be sitting in and reading anyhow. Whether it was bear hugging Nat after a successful reconnaissance assignment, baking Thor some homemade pop-tarts, or making little origami figures for Sam, you loved to give. And that went for everybody, including Loki.

He began with pretending not to care about your affections, choosing to go to his room when you'd try to talk to him in the library or seeming indifferent about your baking. But your friendship slowly grew and blossomed. You were the only person at Stark Tower who actually treated Loki nicely and took an interest in the things he spoke about or liked. Though he'd never admit it, he was incredibly grateful for your seemingly never ending kindness. The two of you became quite close and you grew feelings for the asgardian rather quickly.

However, you knew you could never tell him how you felt. Because despite what everybody thought of you, you knew the truth. You were no angel, quite the opposite infact. You were the daughter of Lucifer himself and that technically made you a demon. You were determined to prove everybody wrong, you did not have to be bad because of your heritage. You were a monster when you were a teenager, it's why Fury put you on the team. He knew the harm you were capable of and talked you into helping, but you'd made him promise that your past stayed between the two of you. You'd let your anger get the better of you when a group of humans were committing horrific acts in the name of your father, claiming it's what he wished for.

You and your father had an rocky relationship but you still cared for him deeply, and you weren't going to let some humans make him feel responsible for their actions, even though you knew your father could handle it. So you slaughtered them. A whole group of satanists gone just like that. That was the day you'd realized you'd become exactly what everybody thought you'd be, and you vowed to never let that happen again. You would not become your father. So it was for the best that you were rarely put on missions, you wouldn't be able to hurt people that way.

Loki was also rarely allowed on missions, despite being at Stark Tower and causing relatively no trouble for nearly two years. It aggravated you that they treated him so. After the New York incident, he had done nothing but keep to himself and mostly do what he was asked. You had only ever know him as the introverted, sarcastic, and handsome man who would occasionally read to you if you had a bad day (even if he made you swear you'd never tell anyone). So the fact that they told you to 'babysit' him while they were on mission and make jabs at him or leave him out all the time made you livid. You had never really gotten angry with the avengers though, you controlled your temper and would reprimand them calmly for their behavior. Though, they never really listened.

You woke up on the wrong side of the bed one particular morning, neck aching from sleeping wrong and mouth incredibly parched. You stood from your bed and promptly tripped on your way to your closet. Okay seriously? Today's going to be one of those days? You thought to yourself. Getting changed into a comfy sweater and determined to make today a good day, you headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. You found Bucky, Steve, and Sam in the kitchen chatting. You smiled at the welcome sight of your friend's.

"Good morning doll," Bucky gave you a soft smile. "Yeah good morning," Steve greeted. "Hey guess what?" Sam asked. You wanted to groan in annoyance at being asked a question right after you woke up but instead you entertained his antics with a smile. "What?" You asked tiredly. "Goooood morning!" He beamed. You giggled. "Good morning to you guys too," You couldn't help the smile spread across your face, despite the bad morning, you had your friend's to cheer you up even when they didn't know anything was wrong.

Bucky gave you a quizzical smile and a raised brow, before you could ask what was up he spoke. "Doll, is that my sweater?" You laughed, "Oh its yours? I saw it on the couch yesterday and took it. Finders keepers you know. It's so soft!" You smiled and rubbed the fabric of the sleeve against your cheek. You hadn't noticed Loki enter, which meant you also hadn't notice the frown that he bore at the notion of you wearing Bucky's sweater. He turned heel and left without anybodys notice. You weren't the only one starting off with a bad morning.

After breakfast you ran into Natasha whom you discussed a movie night with. She told you that she'd invite everybody to watch the new horror movie with you in a few nights. You made sure she meant everyone. Last time, unbeknownst to you, they didn't even tell Loki about it. When he didn't show, you went to his room and promptly realized what happened. You calmly informed everyone that the next time Loki wasn't included in any events invite, you wouldn't be going either. Everybody groaned and whined but you stuck to your guns and ended up skipping T's next party because of Lokis lack of invitation. The memory made you frown and want to go see Loki but you relented. The asgardian did enjoy his alone time and you didn't want to be too annoying or clingy.

You hadn't seen Loki all morning, and while it wasn't entirely unusual, it still saddened you a little. You were trying to ignore your rather disappointing and upsetting morning by watching your favorite movie on the couch when Tony walked in, laughing along with Thor. Thors voice boomed as he spoke. "Yes! I agree!" "I mean I think Loki is still just a sad little boy who can't accept who he really is." Tony laughed at his own statement. Today was not the day. White hot anger shot through you. You honestly didn't know what got into you but you were tired of people talking about Loki like that and especially tired of people taking your kindness as weakness. That bullshit was about to stop.

"What the fuck, Tony?" You snapped, standing from the couch. Both he and Thors eyebrows shot up in surprise. Not only did you just snap at them and swear, but you always called Tony 'T' as a nickname. Even when you were reprimanding him like you were his mother, you used the nickname. He took a step back wearily. "Uhm okay let's calm down for a second-". "No I'm not going to fucking calm down! You treat Loki like shit all the fucking time and you talk about him like he's nothing! And Thor! Condoning this? Loki is your brother! And you wonder why he despises you," You laughed cruelly, upper lip curling into a snarl. "My Lady I appreciate your concern for my brother but you do not know him like I do. He is fine and he can certainly handle a few jokes." "The way you treat him is not a joke, Thor!" Your fists were clenched and you chest was heaving. You could feel yourself shaking with anger and you took a couple deep breaths in a desperate attempt to calm down.

"Darling is everything alright? I heard you yelling?" Loki stepped into the room, Natasha and the super soldiers in tow. His brows were furrowed in concern as he stepped towards you. "Oh come on, you're a monster don't pretend like you give a shit about an angel like her." Your head snapped towards Tony's voice. You saw red and you couldn't think. You had made it vehemently clear when you showed the team your wings to not call you angel. Even as a nickname. You weren't an angel.

You lunged for him. Clamoring ontop of him and you did not pull any punches. You weren't even aware you were screaming until you stopped. Loki clamped his arms down over yours and pried you off of Tony. He led you away gently as Thor grabbed Tony and began leading him to the infirmary. You looked around. Eyes darting from the damage done to Tony's face to the people, your friend's, staring at you, they knew what you were. A monster. You looked up at Loki, wide eyed as tears began to well up. "Lokes, can we please go?" Your voice shook as you spoke, lips trembling. "Of course, dove, of course." You used to adore that nickname, now it just felt like a name born of a lie. Doves were innocent and beautiful, and you were, well, you.

Loki carried you to his room where he gently placed you to sit on his bed. He sat next to you but said nothing. You'd never known him to be the type at a loss for words but right now he said nothing. He shot you a few glances as you tried to hold yourself together. You will not cry infront of him. Do not be weak. You tried but you just couldn't keep it together. You began to sob. Loki pulled you into him, rubbing circles on your back with his left hand and lightly grabbing your waist with his right. You relaxed in his embrace and sniffled into his shirt.

"Darling, you don't have to defend me you know? Especially not if it makes you feel like this." That statement made you want to cry even harder, but you steeled yourself and pulled away from him, even if it broke you. "Loki defending you doesn't make me feel this way, they do. You don't deserve to be treated like that and they never listen." Your voice shook but you refused to cry again. "It's okay my little dove, I can handle it. And besides, I am a monster, I do deserve it." You stiffened. Your jaw clenched and you slapped him across the face lightly. "You are not a monster. You are amazing Loki. Do not ever let anybody tell you any different." You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. He stood angrily. "Yes I am! Do you not remember the attack on New York?! Are you dull?!" "Loki-" "No, you do not understand. I am a monster." "Really Loki? Because monsters don't read to their friends when they have a bad day. Monsters don't help their enemies, monsters don't try to fix their mistakes, Loki, monsters don't-" "Enough!" Loki changed. The once pale, green eyed, asgardian that you fell for became a blue-skinned, red-eyed, Jotun that was fuming with anger. You gasped. "Now you see. How monstrous I truly am. How worthy am I of your kindness now?" "Loki," You paused, debating on what to say. You took a breath and began to speak, slowly standing and stepping towards him as you did.

"Lokes, what you look like does not dictate who you are. Who you were born as is not who you are destined to be. I do not show you kindness because I think you're a saint. I show you kindness because I've been there Lokes. I know what it's like. And I know that hurt people hurt people. I don't care if you never tell me who hurt you but I refuse to become one of the people in that group. Don't let anybody but yourself tell you who you are going to be. I've never known you to let anybody tell you a damn thing before." You gave him a weak smile as you took his hands in yours. His skin was freezing but you didn't mind. "You are beautiful Loki, the most handsome being I've ever laid eyes on, yes even like this. It pains me that you cannot see that." His brows furrowed as his eyes searched yours. "Do you truly believe that darling?" He spoke softly, like he couldn't quite find his voice. You nodded. "How? Why do you not see me as everyone else does?"

Your wings carefully opened, usually everyone would speak about how the dark grey made you look beautiful, but not now. Now they were different. The once gray and beautiful feathered wings were now bat-like, deep red skin webbed between the black structures of the wings that pointed to a tip at the top, reminiscent of horns. "Because, I've been there too. I know what's it's like thinking your a monster, Lokes." You pressed your lips together in worry. Searching his eyes for a reaction. He pulled his left hand from yours as he brought it to your cheek. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours. Melting into the kiss, you reached up and tangled your hands in his hair. His right hand fell to your waist and pulled you into him. You wished you could stay in this moment forever. He pulled away, much to your disappointment.

"If we are monsters, Lokes, than we can be monsters together."

[quirklessidiot]

title: hell's favorite secretary [sneak peak] pairing : Devil!Ryomen Sukuna x F!Lost soul!reader [based on the webtoon 'the devil is a handsome man', DC Comics "Lucifer", and the book and video game 'Dante's inferno'] Genre: Alternate Universe-Hell, angst, mystery/thriller, mild horror, romance, slow burn, hell au, dark comedy, lost soul x devil au

Summary: The faceless man shrouded in mystery tends to be a subject of rumors and false pretenses, but you'd think otherwise when you accidentally caught sight of those grueling red eyes.

General warning for the story: graphic depictions of heavy gore (manslaughter, mayhem, and torture), and explicit sexual scenes, more will be added per chapter. this will be exclusively released in ao3 in december <3 Notes: after reading a couple of pages of dante's inferno, reading lucifer (the comic book), and the devil is a handsome man, it sort of struck my interest to write this story! this is a pretty long series and im actually so excitied to write this lol.

if you're a person heavily practicing the catholic faith, i won't recommend reading this series as this talks and leans on the devil (i'm not a satanist pls), he's not glorified here in anyways but I do recall people who lean heavily on the faith are not fond of reading any media depictions of the devil.

i hope you enjoy! rb's are always appreciated.

There are possibly hundreds of artworks about the devil. 

The most famous one is that snake hanging off the forbidden tree or, better yet, a half-animal and half-human. Others would be an ugly babe falling down from the heavens. The most popular modern one would be the one in red with horns on his head, yet your boss did not resemble any of those impressions. Instead, he wore a three-piece suit and had a hole right in the middle of his face.

Yes, you heard that right.

A hole. 

All you could see was an empty void of black nothingness. Nobara had said that Sukuna – yes, the devil went by that name — would never show his face to lost souls like you because, as an angel before, seeing him in his proper form would result in instantaneous combustion. 

Despite that good reason, talking to him was still disconcerting. The whole situation remained to be anomalous.

The ringing thoughts about your previous conversation with your workmate replay in your head like a broken record, your eyes trickling on the piles of paperwork across the window that revealed your boss leaning against the table with his usual outfit and pink tufts of hair neatly styled away.

You recalled meeting him for the first time and wondering why he seemed somewhat familiar. You had overtly eyed him up and down. Despite the hole in his face, he had caught on quickly and asked what exactly you were doing. Until now, you couldn’t understand the physics behind how he could even see you and talk.

You purse your lips in deep thought as lines form in the middle of your head. You don’t even feel your boss walking up to you on your desk, “Seems like someone’s head is up in the clouds this morning.” he points out.

You immediately sat up straight, your shoulders squared, “Sukuna, Sir…” you jumped, eyeing him somewhat warily. 

Despite how he made you feel, the devil was not exactly a strict boss. 

He’s rather lax and did not mind procrastination and passing your work at the last minute as long as you did it well. He works on proper hours, gives vacation and leaves, and an appropriate timetable for lunch breaks. 

He’s hard to hate for a being who's been blamed for man’s misfortune since time immemorial.

“Was the long weekend still not enough?”

“I’m not exactly a sloth, Sir,” you mumble to yourself, but he catches onto your words and remains unphased. It's uncharacteristic for you to say anything more to him, but you needed a good starter for this conversation to get on,  “...Although, I-uh…I do have a question…You remembered our contract, sir?”

One thing that humans were able to grasp correctly about hell and its king is the contract signing and how the devil gives out favors in exchange for something you truly hold dear. For you, since you’re a lost soul, in exchange for changing your status, you’d give proper work hours and help him capture at least eight hundred itinerants.

You’re running on two hundred and fifty so far.

“Oh?” he leans in closer, “That’s not something we talk about every day.” his body language remains fluid and guileless as if he wanted you to speak your mind more, and it only made your palms sweaty despite the coldness of the room, “Would you like to change some conditions? I am, after all, a fair man.” His voice is crisp and light, a charm that made up for his empty face.

“I- well, I’m going to be frank with you, Sir…” you blink, “I- um,” you start to stammer, and it only makes your stomach do different kinds of flips as your mind conjures up different types of worst-case scenarios. It’s not like you couldn’t become a soul after this, right? You’d only have to wait for a century and try to retain your sanity along with it.

He cocks his head to the side, and if you could paint a face on that void of nothingness, you’d wish it would be kind eyes looking down on you, but this was the devil, the man who was struck down from the heavens for being too ‘arrogant and malicious’. You need to be careful with your words, “I…I need information…” you swallowed, your words tumbling out clumsily.

“Information?” your boss remained relaxed, and you knew it was rather diabolic to even pray for God when you were literally in hell, but you had little to no way of reading him. There’s another round of stifling silence; you only want to melt into a puddle of goo this time.

[yellowbluemoonshine]

Hi,

I see you finished Monster and are quite versed in Johan. Can you help me understand the depth of his character better? I feel like many people miss the point of it. Also I'd like to know why you like him so much.

Oh, there is so much to say about him but i will try to make it short as possible.

Lets Talk About Johan;

First of all, i heard his character as some 'evil' mastermind so i wasnt really interested in his character until i experience the story by myself. I wondered why this series is popular so i decided to give a chance. I tought Johan was like Afo (from Bnha) but he turn out to be a lot like Shigaraki lol.

What makes a character depth is if they are not one-dimensional, that there is a more than how they seem from surface. And Johan fits well since he is mysterious character who is seen as angel, monster, devil, basically anything but human but they end up failing to understand him because if he was so simple, police would've catch him a long time ago.

At the start of series, he seems like your usual dangerous serial killer which fits the psychological thriller theme of story. And one of the best thing in series is his connection with Tenma. A doctor saves his life and this dangerous killer starts to view him as parent figure. A killer who see no worth in life and the doctor who thinks every life is equal, especially saving Johan is the reason he starts to to be able to live his life as a real doctor. Only to learn the child whom he saved turn out to be serial killer.

Tenma feels responsible for this and goes to journey to kill Johan. During this journey, we aldo discover some hints of what made Johan the way he is. The irony is we get the hints and a lot of characters perspective of him, everyone except Johan.

Is his messages about 'the monster inside of him' serious or not? Tenma assumes Johan is enjoying this at first, then he assumes Johan has multiple personality disorder. And later when he talked with other doctor, he assumes Johan is just playing with him because thats what most serial killers do with police. This is interesting because all of those end up being wrong. Johan doesnt enjoy from killing people. Johan doesnt have DID. Johan didnt write those messages to play with them. We know this because we later learn that he is unconciously imitate the fairytale stories he read as child.

Meanwhile, he has fanclub. A lot of murderers admire Johan because they view him as destruction Buddha. Just like others, he is seen as monster but why though? Its not like he is the only killer in the world. And personally, a lot of characters are more 'evil' than him so the thing about Johan is; he treats human life as nothing. Not just other people but also himself. Thats what makes him so scary to everyone. He doesnt even do it out of joy, money, statue. He looks like the devil in human form. He spreads misery to world. (Thats why he burns library when they said "its humanity's treasure" LoL.)

To people, that is scary. When they look at Johan, his eyes, the see someone who has no identity (nameless world). They see someone who treats life like as a game. Which explains why many people are afraid of him.

Some also want to use him, such as they want him to make second Hitler and he is like 'Nope'.

I think the main reason i love Johan is that he is like a magician. He can create a beautifull illusion. He is someone who can touch people's hearths because how well he understands them. Which is why he is seen as angel when people dont know he kills people.

This is also why he can use other killers for himself. He can see their vulnerabilities. Because even a killer is still human and they might need acceptance, to be understood by someone. Johan can give it to them. And they wish they were like Johan because they think everything would be a lot easier for them to kill others, like some kind of edgy teens. They fail to understand the person they want to be is extremely miserable.

On other hand, Johan can use his skills with curing people. Such as him waking Suk's mother, he made her remember her son again. Though he does things with ulterior motives, same skills can be used for good things. He can make people happy or miserable by little things. With a little magic or just skill.

And even though he is villain, he has very relaxing voice. He is very elegant. He listens other people. This fits perfectly well with his manipulative character.

We also never know when he is sincere or not because when you think he doesnt he actually seem to care, such as when he cried for Karl. Apperantly, tears were real. He is always in his world, its so funny when you think about he is some kind of mastermind.

Also his interaction with kids is so interesting. I think he geniuely enjoys being around them. Otherwise, why would he bother to spend time with them, why would he know so much about child's rights, why would he look for picture book for a friend? This is the same guy who encourage kids to rooftop game (and the scene where he was projecting on Milos) which is messed up. It gives me chills. His nihisilism, him viewing life as game end up resulting him expressing love as twisted.

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Later, everything changes when Johan finds certain book in library. Basically, Johan's character doesnt necessarely stay same during the series. He changes his motives from unconciously imitating nameless monster stories to find actual monster who ruined his life. Even though he does messed up things, everything about his character makes sense with that scene. Johan geniuely believed that he is nameless monster. Johan geniuely believed that he doesnt exist.

Everything about him makes sense because it explains why he doesnt think death as much of it. Because if someone doesnt exist, they cant be killed. If someone doesnt exist, they cant be responsible for killings. He is detached from reality. Its not that he didnt feel. Its that he doesnt view it as real the way other people does. Because Johan isnt there. This is the tragedy of Johan's story. He doesnt have name. He doesnt have identity. He feels as he doesnt exist.

The famous 'monster' tape everyone after is about a child unable to see the difference between fairytale story and reality. 'My name is Johan. My name is Thomas. My name is Hans. My name is Otto.' He is them but he is neither of them. Johan views Anna as his half, as Anna is the real one and he is fake copy. He killed people as child, not because he is evil but because he geniuely thought that monster is coming after them. He cant even separate his own memories from Anna's. He takes all bad memories both to protect Anna and other reason is to become someone. He wanted to have identity, he wanted to live so bad but he didnt have on his own so he took it from others, just like the nameless monster.

This is also why Johan is also affected by Tenma's saving him. He probably wondered Tenma wouldnt save him, if he knew he was monster. He was kinda right because Tenma regretted his decision but he was wrong because Tenma couldnt shoot him and he saved him the second time. He showed him that he has right to live, he has right to exist, and that he has a name so he is not monster. This is why Johan can open up his worst insecurities. And they really give father-son energy and i think thats cute. I am glad that even after years Tenma visists him at hospital.

And we can guess what happened at the end thanks to Grimmer (one of the characters who deserves better), 'The monster become human at the end'. and Lunge said that if he were not a human being, he would not leave a trace, only humans leave a trace. For the first time we see Johan leave his mark. So Johan is no longer a monster, just a human. Also, his real name doesnt matter, he is Johan to us/all.

I love the messages of story. There is a monster inside all of us, but we can contain/heal it and after all, we are all human, our lives are equally valuable and stealing a person's name is the biggest crime, so having a name is very important. Story still has certain writing issues but generally, it is good story. Johan is well written character because his story is such a journey. We cant even really appreaciate the story without fully understand Johan. Every scene he is in meaningfull. And personally, i think his story is very empathic because of how tragic he is. Also sometimes he looks so funny and weird which makes him entertaining. He is such a good character.

Though you are right, anon. Many people still misinterpret the story, especially his character but anyway, there are still people who makes great analysis about him. Such as this analysis made by @cyanogoth.

Its ironic that most/some main villains have the most interesting and sempathic backstories, even though they are supposed to be 'big evil' or something but in reality, they are not really.

Anyway, he is fun to think about, i love him, lol.

[ananke-xiii]

One of the reasons why Nick's story in s14 doesn't work form me is because of the show's insistence to pigeonhole Lucifer as "the supreme agent of evil". Of course, this is considered true in our real world (lol), specifically Christian world, but in-universe it just... doesn't work? If we want to go full-on dichotomy (and S14 very much goes there) if Lucifer's evil, who's the primary agent of good? No one, exactly. Definitely not Heaven.

Because there are, like, TEN seasons of angels going total batshit crazy, I mean we know that angels=good isn't a view the show supports since Cas appears in "Lazarus Rising". And we know that ALL angels downright lie, manipulate and coerce humans to get their "consent". We also know that the main issue with "the devil's spawn" in s12 was not so much "the devil" but the fact that "a Nephilim came into being".

The problem is NOT that who'll later be Jack is Lucifer's son, the problem is that he's a Nephilim. Lucifer has weight in the discourse merely because he's an archangel, NOT because he's the primary agent of evil. The issue is that "grace+soul"=a fucking lot of power. And a fucking lot of power means a fucking lot of problems.

We also know that humans get severely depressed after a possession, they have to face many struggles and sometimes society alienates them (see: "Repo Man"). So the argument that Nick's psyche is damaged because Lucifer's so evil his influence's still there even after he's departed is just... weak? A random demon can possess a random Jeffrey and the damages on the human psyche are still IMMENSE. From the human perspective random demon or most powerful archangel in the world are the same thing: they can carry out the same violence, abuse and trauma.

I might be wrong but what I get from the season is that the "primary agent of good" is the soul. And this is ALSO not true? Because shit gets real when Jack starts losing it, sort of implying that without the soul, his luciferian grace will make him become evil or will make him do evil things ("the devil made me do it" mentality). But we literally have a character such as Castiel, Angel of the Lord and Maker of Huge Mistakes but also Not in Possess of a Human Soul who actively strives to do good things (and he fails miserably so maybe he's not a good example but HE IS JACK'S CHOSEN FATHER, it MUST mean something ffs).

I think, maybe, I don't find the shift from "Nephilim" to "Lucifer's son" compelling because Jack's real "problem" (if we want to call it so) is that he's half (arch)angel and half human. Like, being an angel is a fucking issue in this show because these creatures are a bit deranged okay? LOL. On the other hand, being human is ALSO a fucking issue because it 100% doesn't warrant inherent goodness. Humans can be deranged creatures, too, okay? :D Both species can definitely just make mistakes, do bad things wanting to do bad things or ending up doing bad things without intention to do so. Ultimately, Jack's dilemma is being Other, just like his chosen father and just like Kripke-era Sam.

I still stand by my idea that all angels are a little bit like Lucifer. And there are episodes such as "Of Gods and Monsters" that sort of confirm it. When Nick calls Cas out and tells him "Castiel, you’re just a stone cold body snatcher. You’re no different than Lucifer" he's exactly pointing out the hypocrisy. Hell, the whole episode seems to question the season's main theme because Michael is literally possessing Dean, he conned him, he tells him that he owns him, he's creating an army of monsters as they speak, he's brutally torturing them but the primary agent of evil is still little ol' Lucifer.

Although, truth be told, I didn't particularly feel the need to learn more about Nick (sorry Nick, I know you're there so that Mark Pellegrimo could stay on payroll, I don't hold it against you), I can't deny that it had great potential as a narrative choice (let's not even go into the Sam/Nick parallels). But, to me, it didn't deliver because the show's murky on where it stands: on paper it wants to show the fallacies of "black and white" thinking but it effectively supports the same "black and white" view of the world that it seeks to question.

[chiibi-chaan]

Ryomen Sukuna//obsession. Part 2.

Content warnings//NSFW(+18, minors dni), dark content, fem!afab!reader ('she' used as Y/n's pronoun), pet names (angel, little mouse), Sukuna being out of character, stalking, paranoia/anxiety, manipulation, possessiveness, masturbation (f! receiving), slight size kink, unprotected sex, implied kidnapping. Not proofread.

synopsis// She was nothing special, just a normal office worker, and yet, she attracted the attention of something she couldn't understand, something she could not even dream of, not even if this dream was a nightmare.

Word count//2.8K

A/n// Make sure to read the part one of this story before continuing. Part 1.

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST. MASTERLIST.

When she woke up the next morning, she was pale. She thought it was a dream at first, a kind of bitter-sweet nightmare, but when she saw the state she was in as she looked at her own reflect in the mirror of the bathroom, her mind went blank, her eyes only able to stare with utter shock at all the marks blooming on her skin, from her neck, to her chest, down her stomach and even between her thighs. She couldn't bring herself to believe it, to believe that a man, a monster, did that to her. She felt ashamed, dirty, and yet, she couldn't forget his dark, lustful eyes, staring at her with an uncontrollable, devouring desire. She couldn't miss how much he was craving for her, like a starved dog chained and unable to eat the food in front of him. His eyes stared at her with such dominance, such power, that she could still feel her knees becoming weak. She didn't know what to do, although her memories were blurry due to the sleeping pills she took and the crushing bliss she felt at the moment, she could clearly remember his deep, low voice as he told her that he would come back, for her.

Fortunately, she didn't have to go to work today, it was her day off. But she didn't really know if it was a good thing or not. This man, was in her house last night, he didn't enter by a window, or even by a door, he came from the shadows, from the deep darkness of the night. She wasn't safe anymore, not even in her own house; she knew that he would find her, she could run, but not hide from him, because shadows were everywhere, engulfing everything in their way once the sun disappeared from the sky. She shivered at the thought of him coming back, she didn't know his intentions, she didn't even know why he set his sights on her, she wasn't anything special. To say that she was frightened would be an understatement, she was terrified, to the point of trembling while tears swell in her eyes. Her emotions were like a storm, intertwined together in one and yet fighting against each other; he was the embodiment of the most cruel, merciless creature, he was the Devil; the most beautiful creation, a flawless being, with a perfect eye for inequity and sins. Everything suddenly became clear in her head; her nightmares, her discomfort as she walked back home, it was all his doing, it was his fault. He manipulated her, and she did everything he wanted without even knowing.

Y/n couldn't do anything except staying at home, running away was useless, but she still felt like she was obediently waiting for a beast to come feasting on her; she was the prey, the poor, innocent doe unaware of the wolf hunting her. The most tragical, was that she was aware, she wasn't even in this naive, innocent ignorance, she knew, and yet, she was helpless. She was only human. It was laughable, ludicrous. She didn't even know his name. She ignored everything from him, while he knew everything from her. Deep down, she was curious about him, she couldn't help it; who was he? What was he? What did he want from her? Why did he choose her? Was he truly evil? Everything she thought about him were assumptions, about what she thinks is evil, for her he was a demon, the reflection of chaos, a body dragging death and destruction with each step it took. He was the only thing she could think about for the whole day, hours passing faster than she expected; and soon, the night engulfed the earth, darkness falling upon her. She didn't expect him to appear out of thin air so soon, but here he was, hovering over her smaller frame in the blink of an eye. She gasped, now wide aware of how intimidating he truly was.

"Were you waiting for me, Y/n?"

The sound of his deep voice made her shiver, goosebumps covering her arms and legs as she looked up at him with both fear and curiosity. He smirked, his fingers brushing her hair away from her face before gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, looking down at her with an indescribable gaze. She gasped quietly, staring straight into his red eyes, losing herself in the sea of blood in his dark irides. He hummed and leaned forward, his fingers slowly running through her hair. He looked at her like he could see her thoughts, her feelings, and even her soul, she felt like an open book he could read without even trying. Sukuna’s lips brushed against hers, and this action made her came back to reality. She pushed him away, or at least she tried, his body didn’t budge from an inch, even though she pushed him with all her strength. He seemed like a wall, solid and unshakeable, and the way he looked down at her with a mocking smirk made her see red, her face becoming hot from embarrassment. She looked away from him, and whispered, trying to ignore how her voice trembled as she did. He chuckled, stepping back a little and crossing his arms over his chest, staring at her with amusement in his eyes.

"who… who are you?"

"Are you curious about me, little mouse? I am Sukuna, a king. The king of curses."

"Curses…?"

She whispered, not knowing what were 'curses', after all, she was a normal person, she wasn’t aware of the monsters roaming outside, created by the negative emotions of people. Sukuna sighed, tilting his eyes back a little before explaining what were curses, and letting her understand that he was the king of these monsters, he was the strongest, he was truly the embodiment of corruption, of calamity. She didn’t know how to react, she was frightened to the point of being unable to move, she was just petrified, but at the same time, she couldn’t help thinking that his beauty was ethereal, from another world. Sukuna leaned closer once again, whispering almost against her ear, his hand gripping the back of her neck.

"Are you scared, Y/n? Are you scared of me? Or are you scared of what you think I am?"

His thumb slowly rubbed circles against the column of her throat, making her gulp nervously. She couldn’t tell if she was truly scared of him, or of what he was. He didn’t harm her, he actually treated her like a delicate doll, which would break with the smallest touch. Sukuna didn’t want to harm her, he didn’t want to see her injured or in pain. He wanted to take her away, to lock her in his domain and protect her for the rest of eternity. He didn’t want to take her against her will, he wanted her to agree to come with him, so that he could keep her by his side, make her his queen, his wife.

"Do I have to be scared of you… Sukuna?"

"You should be, angel. But I promise you that I would never hurt you."

He didn’t want to lie to her either, he wanted to be as honest as possible. But he knew from the start that he was going to manipulate her, he didn’t have any other choice. He needed her. As he looked at her, his hand cupped her face, and he brushed his lips against hers again. This time, she didn’t push him away, because she knew that she didn’t truly want to. She desired him. He grunted softly as he realised that she didn’t fight back, his other hand immediately gripping her hip, pressing her against his firm body while kissing her more passionately, more desperately. She responded with the same desperate, the same longing, her arms wrapping around his neck and a gasp escaping from her mouth as he lifted her up, his hands holding her thighs as he deepened the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. She moaned softly, her fingers gripping his hair and tugging at it slightly, making him groan into the kiss while he carried her straight to her bedroom, taking only a few mere seconds to lay her down on the bed and crawl on top of her, his forearms resting on the mattress on each sides of her head to support his weight.

"Push me away now, Y/n… tell me that you don’t want this… because if you don’t, I won’t stop like I did last night. I will ruin you, I will make you desperate for only my touch."

She looked up at him with hesitation, she wanted him, but she didn’t even know what the consequences of this desire would be. She didn’t know him at all, and yet she was inevitably attracted to him, like iron would be to a magnet. When she finally whispered that she didn’t want to push him away, Sukuna kissed her again, this kiss dripping with even more desperation, with an intense, inextinguishable passion. His hand gripped her hair, tilting her head back as he pulled away from the kiss, burying his face in her neck instead, his lips brushing against the marks he left last night. He groaned and kissed her throat, licking and sucking the tender skin once more. One of his legs opened hers, resting between her thighs, a deep grunt vibrating in his chest as he felt her grind against his muscular thigh. He bit her neck, and gripped her hip, making her grind harder against him, smirking when he felt how wet she already was even through her panties, the soft fabric of her shorts not doing anything to hide it. He kissed her neck one last and kneeled on the mattress, pulling his shirt over his head, smirking as he saw her staring at his muscular chest and chiseled abdomen. His hands slowly brushing along her legs, starting at her ankles and slowly going up, until he reached her thighs. He bit his lip, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulling them down her legs in a swift motion before hovering over her body, his fingers brushing against her crotch while he leaned forward, kissing her once again. She moaned softly, her hips bucking slightly as he teased her, his fingers rubbing her clit slightly before sliding against her slit.

"Please…"

"Please what, angel?"

"P-Please, give me more…!"

He chuckled, pushing two fingers into her core, slowly fingering her while kissing along her jaw, his thumb gently rubbing circles over her clit. She gasped, letting out a breathy moan as she felt his fingers curling up and pressing against her g-spot, her back arching off the mattress and her hips bucking slightly. He hummed softly, moving his wrist faster, pumping his fingers in and out of her hole with an increasing speed, his palm now rubbing against her clit instead of his thumb. He wanted her to come undone on his fingers before making love to her, but he was getting impatient after only a few minutes, his cock already painfully erect and straining against the crotch of his pants. He looked down at the mess she was already making, his fingers coated with her juices and her clit pulsing against his palm. He could say that she was close to orgasm, her hole clenching around his fingers and her moans becoming louder. His free hand helped her pushing her shirt over her head and he leaned forward, kissing and sucking on her breasts while fingering her faster and harder, his palm slapping against her clit with enough force to make her hips buck and her eyes roll back. He clenched his teeth, his arm flexing as he continued fingering her until he felt her hole fluttering and tightening around his digits.

"That’s it, angel… cum for me."

As he whispered into her ear, she whimpered and moaned, her hips bucking up as she came, her wetness covering his hand. Sukuna licked his fingers, and sat back again, unbuttoning his pants while she gasped for air, calming down from her orgasm. He rubbed her thigh with one hand, trying to help her relax while removing his remaining clothes from his body with the other one. Y/n looked at him with glazed over eyes, panting softly and whispering his name quietly, her eyes slowly trailing down his body, and widening a little as she saw his cock, hard and leaking precum from the tip. Sukuna only smirked and grabbed her thighs, spreading her legs and making her wrap them around his waist. He rested one forearm on the left side of her head and kissed her lips briefly. He then buried his face in her neck, slowly sinking his thick member into the warmth of her cunt, gritting his teeth as he held back the need to thrust into her like a beast, letting her adjust to him.

After a few more minutes, he started moving his hips, slowly thrusting in and out of her, his breath hitching as he sank into her tight cunt again and again, his jaw clenching as he tried to hold back, the need to just fuck her into oblivion becoming stronger with each thrusts of his hips. Finally, after feeling her nails dig into his back as she whispered into his ear to move faster, he increased his pace, tilting his head so that he could see her face while he fucked her with all his worth, his hips slamming against hers and his cock reaching the deepest parts of her with each hard thrusts.

"Does it feel good, angel? Are you feeling… f-fuck… any pain?"

He grunted, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he felt her cunt tightening around his cock, the sound of his voice apparently making even more aroused. He kissed her shoulder, nodding silently as she whispered that it didn’t hurt, and moved his hips faster, pumping his cock into her harder. His eyelids heavy as he looked down at her, not missing any contortion of her face from the pleasure he made her feel. He pressed one of his hand against her lower belly, his eyes darkening as he felt his own cock deep inside her, filling her to the brim, his tip kissing her cervix each time he buried himself into her cunt. He tilted his head back, biting his lip again and gripping her thigh with his other hand, fucking her to the point of bringing tears to her eyes, which rolled back in pleasure as she felt this familiar feeling forming in her belly, her orgasm approaching quickly once again. She dug her nails into his shoulders, gasping and moaning louder while grinding against him. Her legs trembled as he wrapped his hand around her neck, kissing her deeply and grunting deeply, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he felt her cunt tighten around his cock, clenching around him like a vice. His thumb pressed against her clit, and he let out a breathy sigh as he felt her cum almost immediately after he started rubbing her clit, his own release not far away being her. He thrusted one last time, burying his cock into her as deep as he could, before filling her up with his cum, a deep grunt coming out from between his gritted teeth. After a few seconds, he pulled out of her an looked down at her, kissing her forehead and smiling slightly while she panted, her eyes glossy and dazed as she looked back at him with a sleepy expression, her eyelids clearly getting heavy with exhaustion.

"You can sleep, angel… I’ll take care of you."

He whispered, kissing her forehead once again and wrapping his arms around her, holding her firmly against his chest until she fell asleep. His fingers slowly ran through her disheveled hair and his lips brushed against her temple. He was delighted that she accepted him, a slight smile slowly appearing on his lips as he held her tighter. Now, he could take her with him without worrying about anything. After all, he was merciful enough to give her the choice, and she decided to not push him away. He claimed her, she was his, his Queen. And she will rule with him over this world, because with her by his side, he didn’t have to care about the safety of anyone anymore.

"Don’t forget, angel… it was your choice… now, you can’t leave me anymore. You’re mine, my Queen."

[dangermousie]

By now, I am genuinely adoring My Demon. It actually manages to mix funny and feeling really well. And demon boy is his own petty self but the whole ep we are watching him become slightly more human. NGL, at his most self-deceiving, he's hilarious.

Side note: in addition to the demon trope, we now have a bodyguard trope AND contract marriage trope. This drama is a gift.

But also, what I really love is that it actually manages to put in wistfulness and make my heart flutter - they are finding some sort of odd tentative middle ground - where he saw that girl saying she wished her parents to be happy and got FL's point while FL watched the little family celebrate and got his. But on a purely shallow note, what I loved even more than his tilting the umbrella over her so she's covered and he's not (a delightful cliche for a reason), but that she's wearing those insane heels and he's still towering over her. Heh.

It's pretty sad that the only comfort at her adopted mom's funeral she got was from her demon bodyguard. That family is awful. But I loved that moment - he was genuinely comforting her even though there was nothing in it for him; he's genuinely beginning to be drawn in. The whole thing with changing the color of her clothes so Madam Ju could find and visit her soul was just so genuinely lovely and kind.

And we end the ep on this and I flail like a drunk puppet. She needs a husband to inherit, so...The ep IS called "joining hands with the devil" but marriage involves joining other body parts so...

Perhaps she should find Li Susu and chat with her about how marrying the devil is a fraught enterprise.

The thing I want to know almost as much as watching the ship is WHAT is ml's background. I mean, that's kind of telling; this isn' the kind of drama to have fluffy backgrounds and backstories.

I mean, we get this from him:

And my "Angel's Last Mission" senses start tingling. I mean, let's face it, nobody in these stories becomes any kind of a supernatural entity after a happy and uneventful life.

[maleyanderecafe]

The Yandere Angel is obsessed with a good-natured succubus (Oneshot)

Created by: aironiro

Genre: Smut

This one was really difficult to word properly and I'm not really sure why. It's not because of the angel and demon words that I don't know it's just kind of weirdly translated. That might be on my end because I finished this one while I was still sick. Hopefully it makes enough sense that it's still enjoyable though, I did like the backstory that the yandere had in this one. It's pretty interesting. If you are interested in a sequel, please donate to kofi.com/lovesicktranslation to fund it.

The story starts out with Lilith being recognized by her fellow succubus, Meribel, who hasn't seen her since the French Revolution. Meribel talks about how there's a corrupted angel attacking people, including the reaper, Yvette. While talking, Meribel is threatened by Cyril, the corrupted angel she was talking about, and Lilith is able to shoo her away. We see that Cyril has been chasing after Lilith for a while, to the point of attacking other Reaper. Cyril asks to have sex with Lilith, which she accepts because she it's kind of her nature, but is basically overwhelmed by it, something that she is confused and horrified by as Cyril ravishes her body. She passes out and recalls her first encounter with him, having gone to an orphanage to corrupt a priest, only to meet Cyril as a child. Cyril seems to be bullied at the orphanage, and Lilith defends him from spirits that want to take his pure soul away. She talks to him a bit, about how she's actually quite fond of humans. She remarks that because his soul is so pure, he will likely become an angel, and that the two will never meet again, and that even if they did, she would eat him. Lilith ends up waking up at her human friend Akari's place after having passed out. She's worried that Cyril might attack Akari and gets a note from Cyril on where to meet. Cyril upon meeting Lilith again, apologizes for what he's done, and states that he wants to be corrupted so that he can be with Lilith again. The two have sex again, and apparently the reason why Lilith feels so good while having sex with Cyril is because it's a taste of true love (?) something that succubus don't taste as they usually charm the people they're targeting. After all that, Lilith takes a liking to Cyril, even planning to allow him to meet and sort of make sure that he doesn't cause any problems.

I'm not super used to oneshot yandere smut splitting up the actual sex part into two sections, but this one does do that and it kept on throwing me for a loop while I was translating. Personally, I think the idea of a succubus feeling intense pleasure when they are actually loved seems kind of stupid, since I feel like there are people who do fall in love at first sight, so a succubus should be used to that type of feeling, or at least have experienced it once before. The lore of the angels and devils aren't made that clear in this story, which might be because this is part of a second series, with the first one introducing Togo and Akari. I guess it doesn't really need to be because it's a smut, but it does leave a lot to be desired. The most interesting part for me is the backstory, since we do get to see how and why Cyril became so obsessed with tracking her down, even if there is seemingly a weird age gap between them since I believe Lilith would have been around 200 years old when meeting Cyril who died at age 14 according to the end profiles (which is never mentioned at all in the story but alright).

Cyril as a yandere is pretty obsessive, having basically ignored the orders of god so much that his halo and wings ended up getting corrupted just so that he could track down Lilith, and even ended up attacking and wounding Yvette (who supposedly is difficult to kill) and nearly hurting Meribel had Lilith not stepped into saving him. He also seemed to have kept his virginity up to this point. I mean I am sort of glad they have a reason to why Cyril a virgin is able to make Lilith a succubus feel good, but it's still pretty stupid in my opinion. I still don't really get why Lilith ends up keeping Cyril at the end, but I guess it's better than letting a yandere angel run around for a bit. Always cool to see a yandere angel though since that's not something you'd normally see in this scenario. Yandere demons seem to be more common and for good reason.

Anyways, hopefully you enjoy this oneshot. The artwork in it is pretty loose so I could get away with the cleaning easier. The fonts kind of irked me because the original Chinese I was basing it off of uses way too many different fonts.

[iluvknights]

I’D LOVE TO HEAR AUS!! I bet any of yours would be stellar- :]

hi! it took a while for me to answer cuz im too busy with school lately and i wanted to gather my thoughts on this, sorry abt that :D

(also this took a while to make, enjoy!)

soo, let's dive in shall we?

okay, so, i made a map so we know what's goin' on

so that is pretty much it

AUs with purple stars are the most important ones, there is 3 AUs that connected to Main AU and 3 that is not, all of the AUs connected to Ship AU(s)

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Main AU is, in simple terms, game's story line with other media of sonic series (like comics and shows) story and almost all of my HCs added on it and mixed (with a wooden spoon, lol) there is no ships in it other than canon ones (like Scouge X Fiona etc.)

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this one might be triggering for some

No Leg Sonic AU (i couldn't find a name for it and ik it's too wild, suggestions will be appreciated) is an AU where Sonic got his leg damaged so much in a battle (got stuck in one of Eggman's robots) that it had to get cut off

i made this AU last year, i even have a post abt it on my deviantart and i thought it was "cringe" (also the reason i quit posting art all together for a while 'till this year)

(ugh, i still find it "cringe", lol)

also i recently did some prototypes (?) for the robot:

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Future AU is an AU abt future timeline (Silver's timeline) it's abt how Silver is in foster care program (since he is under 18, he is like 15-16 in my AU) and he looks for Shadow in his timeline so Shadow can take him or adopt him (spoiler alert: Shadow does adopt him, and Shadow is a great dad)

in my AU, they didn't contain Shadow like Mephiles told so cuz since Silver always saves the future, humans have no reason to contain Shadow since they can't prove he is "dangerous"

a sketch i made back when i started to develop(?) this AU:

(august 2023) yay!

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SATBK AU it's pretty much satbk based with some HCs, but Sonic (Arthur) lives there

yeah that one was short

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Sibling AU is pretty much Sonic Underground but the triples drifted apart and have their own lives; Sonic's is like is in the main AU, he met Tails, reunioned with Knuckles etc. Sonia and Manic have different lifes, (spoiler alert here!!) they reconnect and find their mother at the end and defeat Eggman :]

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in Alive Maria AU (again, not the best name out there), Maria is alive (if you couldn't tell) and she lives with Shadow and stuff, she is still friends with Abe blah blah blah...

Eggman is still a villain and Sonic still fights with him, one day Shadow sees Sonic on TV and then... uh... they meet? (lazy writing :p)

yeah...

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Demons & Angels AU

um... idk how to explain this tbh, i'll do my best

so, Sonic, Amy, Tails, Knuckles and Maria are angels (they didn't die, dw) and Black Doom is the devil (SNAPCUBE REFERENCE?!) and Shadow is a fallen angel (ig?) Shadow born a demon, then he was accepted into heaven, then he sinned and now he is a fallen angel

also Gerald is also a fallen angel (he was an angel, he sinned) there is also Eclipse (demon also) and bunch of Black Arms ppl who is also demons

so the story here, Shadow was friends with Maria 'till he got kicked out and now he wants to go back

(to religious ppl out there, plzz don't come after me)

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so this is it, (im not gonna talk abt Ship AU(s), cuz it's the same with Main AU but with ships added)

thanks for reading! have a good day/night <3

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Demonology - Part 4

Just Like Heaven -- Jake x f!Reader x Josh

Series Summary: A new demon has come to Nashville. Josh and Jake's ways of life have been thrown off by her arrival. The angel and demon have lived with an understanding of one another, but with Y/N stirring up trouble and asking questions, they're forced to work out a new normal. And why is she so powerful for a human turned demon anyway, that's unusual, right?

A/N: heyyooo new chappie! I do not have the next one written at all unfortunately so it may take awhile to upload but thank you to all who read...to all those who have been wanting to fuck angel!josh...lets just say your prayers may have been answered. lmk what you think :)

Chapter Summary: Flashbacks and angel sex and demonic anxiety attacks OH MY!

Word Count: 3.9k | Warnings: Smut (pretty explicit) 18+ always!!!!, explicit language, alcohol consumption, dubious understandings of demonology like always (sorry!), Josh and Jake chapter yay!, angst and plot!

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Part 4: Just Like Heaven

1972. Los Angeles, California 

4 years before she died. 

Y/N was having the time of her life. Rori was in her arms as she sat on the side of the Forum stage, atop an amp, swinging her legs back and forth to the guitar riff Jimmy was winding down. 

She hollered and threw her head back, in awe and joy. She was coked out of her mind and a little drunk but she was oh so free. 

At 21, she’s been in this world of musicians and lovers and adventure, making trouble, for around six years. From lead singers to roadies and fellow fans, she’d made a lot of friends. Everyone around most of the theaters in LA and Inglewood recognized her by then. 

She didn’t have to say her name at a single door or even have a name on any list. When people saw her coming they let her in, knowing a wicked good time was about to be had by everyone. No one ever had a bad thing to say about her either. It was incredible. Wicked. 

So it confused her when she was taking a smoke break at the side stage door and a guy in a black leather duster and dark sunglasses didn’t seem to notice her at all. People loved talking to her, she often felt like a bit of a celebrity. And her hazy mind made her feel a little indignant that he didn’t even chance a look as she stood beside him smoking a cig looking as sexy as ever. 

Half way through the smoke, she glanced to her right still feeling his presence and growing more agitated. It was strangely just the two of them out there. Both smoking. She couldn’t bear the quiet. 

“Hey, cowboy.” 

He finally looked over when she spoke and she grinned her best smile. He nodded a curt nod and took another drag, turning to face forward again. 

She worried her brow and twisted so she was fully facing this guy. It was curious rather than malicious when she asked: “What’s your deal?” 

He threw another glance her way but she couldn’t see his eyes with the dark-tinted sunglasses he wore. “Sorry?”

“Are you new over here? I’ve never seen you around before.” 

He chuckled and she wasn’t sure what she had said that was funny. He flicked the butt of his cigarette across the alley, the cherry fizzing out as it glowed for a moment and faded into the night. 

“C’mon man,” she whined. “Give me a clue.” He couldn’t be a rockstar even though he had the look about him. She knew them all. Intimately. 

“Friend of the devil.” He shuffles his glasses to his breast pocket and in the light it looks like there’s a flash of yellow in his eye, but she thought that was just the drugs messing with her as she tried to focus on the stranger. 

“Oh! Dead and company! I’ve always wanted to make it up to San Francisco. They just keep me so busy here.” She is alight with excitement. The Grateful Dead were pretty incredible even if she’d never seen them. 

“I’m usually out in Nashville. But San Fran sure is…a scene.” He shrugs, noncommittal in his words, unsure himself why he was entertaining this conversation. 

“So you really don’t know who I am?” She’s simpering, teasing in tone as she twists her legs, lengthening her body against the brick wall. 

He won’t look at her but she can’t stop looking at him. His hair is long and pretty, a little unruly, but he’s beautiful. His silhouette is illuminated by the street lamp, leaving him in intense shadow and light. His prominent nose, his strong jaw, and his sunken eyes. He was the prettiest thing. She thought she’d never forget him. 

“This is Los Angeles, correct?” He chuckles again, looking down his nose at her. “I find it hard to believe that you think any old stranger would just know who you are.”

“I’m pretty notorious.” She leans her head to the side, still showing herself off for him, but he doesn’t seem affected. 

“So am I, doll, and you didn’t know me,” he raises his eyebrows. “So maybe let’s call it even.” 

“Deal,” she grins, extending her recently freed hand towards the man. She shook it at him as he looked at it reluctantly. “C’mon, baby.” 

He shook his head in disbelief. She was strange. A mix of sweet and sour. Pure and evil. Strange but he took her hand nonetheless. She bit her lip at the touch. He was cooler than she’d expected but it was welcome. 

“You wanna come?” She asks after a moment, not letting go of the stranger's hand, nodding towards the door she’d exited less than 10 minutes ago. “I can get you in to meet Jimmy and the boys. Jimmy’s real nice.”

He chuckled again, removing his hand from hers with a tug. “Another time. I was just passing through.” He pushed off the wall and chanced another glance back at her face as he moved to place his sunglasses back on. 

“Catch you on the other side!” She called when she caught his eyes, gleaming yellow once more before he disappeared. She hadn’t realized the corner was so close but she didn’t think about it twice, hearing one of the boys calling her name from inside. 

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Present Day. Nashville, Tennessee 

47 years after she died. 4 months since she’d been back. 30 minutes since she’d left the dive bar. 1 hour since Jake had left her.

The moon was still high in the sky when Josh got home from the bar and was in the middle of taking off his blood-ridden shirt in his entryway. He wasn’t sure if it was salvageable and as he was inspecting it with disinterest, the last thing he expected happened. A soft knock sounded. Y/N was at his door. 

Hurrying to the door, he opened it a crack, eyes wide and mouth ajar. Shirtless despite his efforts to stay behind the wood. She smiled shyly, unlike herself. 

“How did you know where I live?”

“You said ‘come over, anytime I need’. Is now not anytime?”

Josh chuckled, “Yeah, I just hadn’t expected you to take me up on that invitation, what, a half hour after I’d extended it.”

She bit her lip, feeling the emotions flowing off Josh already. “Well I need it. Can I come in? I think we have some unfinished business.”

“Damnit,” Josh sighed to himself, hanging his head and opening the door wider. She made him weak. 

She smirked and tried to channel her excitement into casual cockiness. Like she’d always known he’d fold. “Isn’t swearing wrong, Joshua?”

“Shut up,” He shook his head, locking the door again and meeting her in the dimly lit hallway. “I can’t believe you came here. Like this.”

She had changed on her way over. A body-hugging slip dress barely covered her skin. It was an iridescent light blue satin. Josh couldn’t take his eyes off her body. She had dressed it up for him.

“I realized I wasn’t ready to say goodnight.” She replied, allowing him to back her up into the cream wall. Her hands reached up to play with his necklace, fingering the shiny beads. “And I can feel that you wanted to see me too. I felt you at the bar, watching me and Jake. How you wanted it to be you. I can feel you.” She breathed the words softly, their breath mingling with the faces inches apart. She pressed her hands against his warm chest. “You radiate towards me. Constantly.” 

Josh hummed, fingers dancing over the silk concealing her waist. Beneath was the skin he couldn’t take his eyes off of all night. She was right. Because of Jake, because of her, but mostly because of himself, he was about to screw his greatest temptation. Maybe still half in spite of Jake tonight. 

Josh thought she must have come to his apartment immediately. She must have known his resolve was at his weakest. A few drinks in and jealous, needy for her touch and here she was stepping onto his doormat, presenting herself for the taking. She made doing the wrong thing too easy. But, Jesus, all he thought about at night was her and the images she’d shown him, wishing they were real. Wishing he could forget all about her. 

She pushed her hips towards Josh's, pressing them even closer together as he rested his forehead against hers, taking a deep breath. Exactly how he’d wished he’d been in Jake’s place at the bar.

“This is wrong,” Josh’s voice is shakey, fanning hot against her skin.

“This isn’t wrong. This is right, I swear. Can’t you feel it,” her voice is sickly sweet again, whispering just for Josh. “It’s okay, Angel. It’s okay to want me. I want you, too.”

“What about Jake?” Josh selfishly wanted to know where his brother fell in this equation. He took solace in the fact that she was with him instead of Jake but he didn’t know if that should actually reassure him.

“What about Jake?” She repeated. Her eyes stare into Josh’s with a scary intensity he’d never seen from her. She knew he’d overheard what Jake had said. Never again. He must have heard it. 

Josh swallowed and she caressed the skin around his throat where his Adam's apple had moved. She smiled. 

Maybe he was trying to prolong the inevitable. The sin he was about to commit. That he couldn’t come back from. Maybe if he talked about Jake enough she’d leave him for his twin. It was something he both wanted and couldn’t stand. His voice is choked up, pinched. “Won’t he mind?”

“He made it clear he doesn’t want me…again. But if you’re worried about him, Angel, it can be our little secret. Now kiss me, sweetheart. I know you want to.”

The way she called Josh that pet name made it sound like a curse but it still made him press his lips against hers. Fervent and desperate to taste her again. He pressed into her more and she opened her legs, allowing his to slip between hers, slotting them closer than ever before. Immediately she ground down onto the thick of Josh’s thigh, relieving the pressure growing in her core minutely. 

“Dear god,” Josh gasped when he pulled away from her for a moment. 

He could feel her wetness on his thigh already and the press of her hardened nipples against his chest. She grinned at him, her smile fucked out and devious. This was exactly what she needed. He was exactly what she needed. 

“They’re not here…Take me to your bedroom, Joshua, and have me anyway you want me. My treat.” She nipped at his lower lip and he felt an ache in his chest and his pants. She was sin incarnate and he couldn’t wait to taste it any longer. “Please.” 

“Oh,” He whispered, but she caught it. He was too close to miss a thing. The ‘please’ had gotten him.

His fantasies were becoming reality and grew tenfold in front of his eyes as they made their way to his bedroom. Drapes of white and cream extended around it. Votive candles in golden vases and holders were scattered around the room and offered a warm light. They illuminated his floor to ceiling bookshelves, filled with hundreds of books, and paintings of foggy serene landscapes in lilac and robin’s egg blue. It was beautiful, but she couldn’t be fucked to take the time to appreciate it all. Her mind was filled with Josh. 

“You’re so wet,” Josh mumbled, pressing his thigh into her center again as he laid her gently down on his sheets. 

She grinned up at him, her hands wrapped around his neck, curling into his soft hair. “So this isn’t your first rodeo, angel?” 

Josh pecked her lips and moved to litter tender kisses on her cheeks, jaw and neck. “I’ve had a few committed relationships over the years,” he mumbles. “They couldn’t exactly last, though.” 

She nodded in understanding, petting over the nape of his neck and over his broad, strong shoulders, creamy skin. Soft as silk. 

He inhaled deeply, taking her in. “This dress,” He ran his thumb up and down the fabric on her hip. 

“Just for you, angel. I know how you hate all my black and red.” 

“S’not that,” He kisses down her chest, kneading her breasts through the fabric and then slipping a hand down between her legs. 

“Then what is–oh! Oh fuck!” Her hands gripped for purchase on Josh’s shoulders. Her thoughts derailed. 

Josh’s fingers had slipped between her folds and swirled around her clit. “So wet,” he repeated and she groaned, in disbelief this was happening. “No panties.” 

She hummed in agreement, body beginning to work with his fingers with small thrusts. “Was hoping I wouldn’t need them. And I was right, wasn’t I?” 

“Dirty, dirty demon,” He whispers, breathless at the feeling of her heat. How his fingers feel inside her, thinking about what it will feel like when he sinks in. He burrows his face into her neck, laving kisses into her skin, feeling thankful. “So good, baby. Oh, wow.” 

She whined at his words. She wanted to worship Josh as he began to fuck into her every way he needed after he made her cum the first time with his fingers. He was so strong and powerful, yet so gentle with his touch. It was long, a strong ocean wave, pounding into her steadily, filling her with his heavy cock. Angelic strength and stamina. The room seemed to glow a golden light emanating from every inch of Josh’s skin. The same gold as the fading sun on that same rippling sea, where the light catches the movement just right and it’s pure reflected light. She came three more times before she began to feel Josh let up. A little. She was feeling euphoric. 

He wanted to switch positions. It was the one his fantasies often drifted to. Her dress had been discarded on the floor a long time ago. Her beautiful body was on full display for him as he whispered in her ear how he wanted her and she giggled, practically purring in compliance. 

As she moved to turn around, her eye caught something in the dresser mirror. The golden light that emanated from Josh, bathing him in a shiny glitter that stuck to his skin, had fallen onto her own skin. Together, they were both bathed in liquid gold. Instead of angels and demons, she swore they resembled gods, gods caught in the most human of acts. 

Hands and knees on the bed, she presented her ass towards Josh and stretched her back. Lengthening her torso, she leaned her head down into the sheets. Josh watched her move, lithe and practiced. Breathtaking. Unmatched. He was catching his breath at the side of the bed, one leg already bent on the bed and the other keeping him standing. His eyes couldn’t leave her body. He would’ve fucked her forever if he could. 

She wiggled her ass and whined his name, effectively getting his attention and breaking his reverie. He thrust into her from behind and she moaned out and he grinned, smoothing his hand down her naked ass and lower back. She pushed back on his length, meeting him in the middle. 

“Good girl.” He mumbled. His hands spread her ass checks and got lost in the trance of their bodies meeting. How he disappeared inside her and how her body welcomed him, never wanting him to leave, sucking him in deeper and begging him to never leave. How could something feel so right be so wrong? 

“So good, Josh. Fuckin’ me so good. Thank you, angel.” She breathed, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. “Love it, love you…” 

Josh was sure he misheard her. Surely she hadn’t just said–he was distracted by his imminent orgasm that led him to a different headspace all together. He moaned as he came inside her and she whined in agreement. “Let it all out, baby.” 

She hadn’t even heard herself. 

When Josh woke up the next day, he was naked and alone in his plush bed. His eyes scanned the room, feeling calmer. Maybe that had just been a really weird and vivid dream. He tried to believe himself until he saw the satin blue dress on his floor. Oh fuck.

He threw himself back into the pillows and covered his face with his hands groaning into the silence. He’d gone somewhere he couldn’t come back and now he was left in the after of it all. 

Picking up the evidence of the previous night, he wandered around his home, muttering to himself and feeling immense shame. As well as another emotion. He longed for Y/N. Why had she left him before he had woken up? 

No note. Just the dress which he assumed she didn’t want now that it had done its job. It wasn’t her color after all. 

Josh showered off the remainder of the evidence from last night, gold flecks drifting off his skin and swirling down the drain, a river of gold shame. 

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She tiptoed back into her apartment around sunrise after leaving Josh’s. She couldn’t bear to face him in the light of day. He had bestowed the exact gift she had longed for since she’d laid eyes on his glowing skin, but it felt wrong to lay with him afterwards. 

She had waited for his breathing to even, his mind going to another place, before she untangled from his angelic body. Something had been repeating in her head the moment he had finished in her for the final time. 

She wasn’t good. She was wrong. She had led him astray. 

She had expected pure bliss to continue flowing through her when he had laid beside her, caressing her skin gently with sweet innocent kisses placed against her temple as he mumbled a song under his breath. It was beautiful and tender. She wanted to be at peace. 

Instead, she felt disgusting shame. Like she has done something terribly wrong. It made her skin crawl. She didn’t understand the sensation. She didn’t feel this feeling. Ever. As a demon or as a human (or whatever Josh and Jake think she was). 

So he eventually fell asleep and she fled because maybe if she got away from him the feeling would go away. She didn’t have time to test that theory. 

Jake was sprawled across her couch with Rori wrapped around his chest in his chupacabra form, cooing to the animal until his yellow eyes flicked up to her figure. 

Clad in last night’s original red and black outfit and covered in gold, she stood in her doorway frozen. 

“Your animal was feeling neglected.” Jake lifts the dog off of him and sits up. “How was dear brother Josh?” 

She opened her mouth but no words came out, she just stepped inside and Jake shut the door behind her with his mind. She closed her mouth. 

Jake continues, eyes still gleaming as they flicked up and down her face and torso. “He’s all over you.” 

“Why do you care?” She finally manages to get out. 

“I don’t.” Jake smiles wickedly. “Just making conversation based on observation, kid.” 

“Get out of my apartment, I’m not in the mood.” She decides that being punished by Jake wasn’t helping her situation. 

“I’ve heard celestial fornication creates something of this,” he pauses, finger swiping along her collarbone, suddenly at her side. Their opposite shoulders were beside each other as he inspected the fine gold smattering of flecks that had come off onto his fingertip. “Sort. But I wasn’t an angel long enough for me to ever find out first hand. Not that they’re supposed to…is he okay now that he’s got his wings wet?” 

“Wh-what?” She steps back from Jake, still reeling from the night with Josh and the information at the bar and now Jake in her apartment. It all was happening too fast, she felt her head swimming. The room was too hot. Jake was too similar to Josh in this moment. Her eyes were blurring, it was like Jake’s face was shifting or morphing into Josh’s as she stuttered. Spinning around and around. “Wings…wet…what?” 

Jake’s eyes widened, the smirk on his face quickly sliding off as he watched Y/N, her eyes flickering in her head to black. She took another step back from him and this time Jake took a step forward, following after her staggering body. 

“My head,” She groaned, clutching a hand at her forehead, and Jake grabbed for her elbows, realizing she was about to collapse. 

“Woah, woah,” He says, carefully easing her body weight into him. “It was just some light teasing for bagging my angel brother, don’t go discorporating on me.” 

He carries her to her couch as carefully as possible despite his awkward hold on her, adjusting her so that he can sit by her legs and lean over her, staring into the abyss of her still black eyes. Rori is on the back of the couch, staring down at his master. One of Jake’s hands is smoothing over her forehead and then down over her hair as he inspects her. She can make out his snake-like eyes shifting quickly back and forth between hers. 

“Can you hear me, Sal?” He asks weakly, giving away his distress. 

Her lips part, “Did you just give me a fucking demonic anxiety attack?”

“I don’t think so…asshole,” He adds with a joking lilt in his voice, glad she was able to joke, meaning it couldn’t be that bad. “I don’t know. Maybe. This has never happened before?” 

“No,” She murmurs, reaching out to her dog to scratch at his ears–that servant of hell might’ve been wrong, this little monster might end up being her ESA. She takes a deep breath, still feeling a little overheated. “Maybe don’t ambush your colleagues from now on.” 

“I thought you were made of stronger stuff, kid.” 

She huffs and Jake bites at his inner lip at his ability to bother her, just a little. His demonic self couldn’t help the pleasure it brought even if he was also genuinely worried about her well-being. 

“Sorry,” he says half-heartedly. “Just wasn’t expecting to see you come home in eau-de-Josh.” 

“Yeah, well I wasn’t planning on it,” She says. Her eyes were slowly fading from black and back to her average color. “Going or you seeing me right after the fact.” 

Jake almost smiled and then quickly suppressed it, leaning back from her as she shuffled up onto her elbows. “Well this settles it.” He says with a finality that she doesn’t understand at all. 

What she wanted was some peace and quiet, but it seemed the universe–and Jake, had other plans for her. 

“What do you mean?”

“Now we really need to figure out what you are because my bet is that your little mystical panic attack is linked to the questions surrounding your powers and true parentage.” He runs a hand through his hair, before tapping his fingers against his lips. She could see the thoughts rapidly racing through his mind. 

“That seems like a leap,” She says, unsure. 

Jake leans closer and they are once again within each other’s breathing spaces. “Like I said last night. The things you do, including this, aren’t normal for demons. You are not normal and I fear that means you may be in serious trouble that we cannot even begin to fathom.”

Her eyes flutter at his words hitting her face. His voice was low and raspy, urgent. She licked at her lips and watched his eyes flicker to the movement. 

“So no pressure, huh?”

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To be continued....

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