#also when the demons keep stepping in the circle

[stainedglassthreads]

Saw someone mention something about 'of course Gabriel would get along with a demon, he's an awful person--' and no no no you're missing the point. Like yeah, he does suck and has been awful to Aziraphale, but he's not Uniquely Awful, nor is that the reason he gets along with Beelzebub. He gets along with Beelzebub because they are fundamentally the same, because there is no difference between angels and demons in Good Omens.

One of the things reiterated again and again in the book Good Omens is how Heaven and Hell is fundamentally the same. It's noted that demon wings are not black, but white, and during what while the showdown between Adam and Satan in the series, all the angels and demons actually appear on earth and square off against each other--and the narration specifically says that you couldn't tell the angels apart from the demons. That's why Gabriel and Beelzebub get the same complaints from both Heaven and Hell about how hard it is to get the angels and demons to back down from a war, that's why Crowley says at the end of season 1 that the real Armageddon will be the combined hosts of Heaven and Hell versus humanity. It's why it was mentioned, when talking about season 1, that Heaven and Hell were envisioned as being the upper floors and basement of the same basement--is why the methods to get to both places are always in the same location! The escalators and the elevator!

And that's why Gabriel and Beelzebub got along. Because they were in the exact same position experiencing the exact same difficulties and complaints, and because they the exact same amount of actual care for Heaven and Hell--precisely zero. They fell in love because they're similar, but at the end of the day, all the angels and demons are 'similar', because the demons used to be angels too! Which we are reminded, when Crowley correctly analyzes angels like Muriel, Heaven as a structure, and guesses that they STILL haven't changed the passwords. Crowley recognizes that Heaven and Hell are the same, and are plagued by effectively the same problems, and so he rejects both. He rejects Beelzebub's offer to become a Duke of Hell, even if it would protect Aziraphale. He rejects Aziraphale's offer to become an angel again. Crowley knows that both sides are rife with systematic problems, and so he goes all-in on our side. And on humanity's side.

[lets-try-some-writing]

I got the image of the Jack, Miko and Rafael learning to imitate Distressed/terrified Sparkling cries and using them against the decepticons. It’s a very efficient defense mechanism. Every cybertronian who heard them is freaking out because oh primus how is the squishy thing making that noise and I gotta protect it at all costs. The sheer chaos that would ensue as the ‘protect/rescue the sparkling’ programming kicks in full force.

——

The vehicons are clustered at the other end of the room panicking. They don’t know what to do. The human sparklings are looking right at them and making distress noises. The guilt is killing them.

Knockout going “is the car form less alarming?! If I turn into a car will you stop seeing me as the threat?!”

Breakdown is having a breakdown.

Starscream pinned to the wall on the other side of the room having an internal crisis. He doesn’t like this. Make it stop.

Soundwave makes no noise but you can FEEL the sheer distress radiating off of him.

Megatron is frozen. No thoughts, head empty. He’s not moving at all. He doesn’t know how to handle this.

——

The autobots have mixed feelings about this. They’re glad the kids have a way of defending themselves but please don’t do it near them. They’re stressed out enough as it is.

(This might sound kinda dumb but I thought it was kinda funny. Very tired while writing this)

Wait no this is actually brilliant.

The Decepticons never anticipated their long buried parental nature to be used against them. No one did. But they day the human children turned up on the battlefield looking far too confident, every Bot and Con present had the all encompassing feeling that something was terribly wrong. Their suspicions were quickly confirmed when, before the Decepticons could do much of anything to get the relics they were after, Rafael began to wail.

Normally, human screams meant nothing. But there was a certain pitch that sounded so close to a cry of distress from a sparkling that, to warriors who had not heard a sparkling in millennia, it was enough to send them running to help. In this case, the issue was only compounded as the children scattered like mice and started making the same noises. The Decepticons could hardly focus on the Autobots booking it to the relics as they frantically tried to locate the fictitious sparklings calling for aid.

The Vehicons managed to get to Jack, but he just kept looking up at them defiantly. Every time one of the dozen or so Vehicons on the field tried to grab him, blast him, or otherwise hurt him, Jack would chirp like a sparkling and send all of them scurrying back. It wasn't cute to the Vehicons. Having never seen actual sparklings but still having the coding needed to adore them, they looked at Jack and saw a weird frame-walker. They weren't sure what to do about it except try to haul themselves away while also keeping a vague circle around the human male.

Miko on the other hand made it a point to chase after Megatron and Soundwave, screeching like a sparkling about to be shredded. Neither stopped for her, but Megatron completely lost his train of thought every time that screech rang out. He could have been aiming at Optimus with a perfect head shot and he would be unable to fire as Miko's distressed sounds rang out in his audials. He KNEW she wasn't a sparking. His coding wasn't even that strong. But by Primus, hearing her screech was the same as watching a civilian get run over by a bus, repeatedly. Focus was impossible.

Soundwave wasn't much better. He didn't react outwardly, but the slowing of his steps and the way he tried to sidestep Miko gave away his distress. He avoided her like the plague, trying to refocus but being unable to really get far as Miko screamed like a demon. It was a fight against the Unmaker himself to keep Soundwave from bolting over to collect the sparkling who sounded so very upset.

Rafael, for his part, followed Miko's lead and harassed the other three members of High Command most often found out on the field. Breakdown ran screaming the moment Rafael started chirping at him. This was both out of fear of the frame-walker and to escape the inevitable overreaction of his coding. He may or may not have attempted parkour once or twice to get as far away from the smallest of the humans as possible.

Knockout tried to ignore Rafael when the kid chirped up at him, he really really did. But how does one ignore the Cybertronian equivalent of a soaking wet kitten meowing up at you? Simply put: you don't. Knockout gave in and quickly dropped down to try and soothe the non-existent sparkling every. single. time. Rafael pulled his noise trickery. He never fails to panic and attempt to flash colorful things at Rafael to get him to stop. Every Decepticon has since been endlessly disappointed in him.

Starscream, being terrified of things that really shouldn't be there, took the skies the instant the trio began screeching. Nope. Not today Unicron. He'll get the mission done or get the heck out of dodge to avoid coding coming online. He doesn't need empty nest syndrome on top of a crippling case of "I Love Power." He also doesn't need to deal with the horrific mental image of a squishy somehow managing to sound like a sparkling. Nope. Nope. NOPE.

The Autobots are grateful the kids can protect themselves a bit now. But by Primus, they have known NO peace since the kids figured it all out.

[wayward-dreamer]

Playing With Fate

Square/s filled: "You need to get your strength back" @anyfandomkinkbingo (quote in bold) |

Pairing: Demon!Dean x F!Reader

Word count: 3,545

Summary: Y/N offers to help with the search for Dean after he becomes a demon and leaves the bunker. Her plan doesn't go the way she intended, but that didn't mean it wasn't a desired outcome.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, hair pulling, choking, spanking, dacryphilia, degradation, dubcon, rough sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up people), squirting, I think that's it, but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: Please blame the s10 rewatch I was in the middle of for this. I take no responsibility for the level of horny everyone's going to be after this lmao... Also, I've done things a little differently with this one, so I hope y'all enjoy! As always thanks to my loves @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean for betaing this. Don't know where I'd be without either of you <3

What the fuck am I doing?

That was the first thought that entered Y/N’s mind, but it was fleeting, disappearing as she looked up at Dean from her submissive position on her knees, her mouth wrapped tight around his thick girth as her hands pressed into the muscle of his bare thighs. His gaze was intense, green orbs that occasionally gave way to solid black, something she had never anticipated would arouse her the way it had from the first moment he revealed them to her. He caressed her hollowed cheeks with his thumb, his other hand in her hair as her head bobbed back and forth, taking his length deep into her throat. It soon wasn’t enough for him, his grip tightening in her strands as he held her still, his pelvis smacking vigorously against her. Saliva dripped in long strings around her mouth as he chuckled, relishing in the way she choked and gagged around him, the glugging of her throat adding to the pleasurable cacophony that reached his ears.

Tears pricked her eyes as she moaned and spluttered around his shaft, her own thighs squeezing together to keep her arousal at bay for a moment. He noticed the way she squirmed, the way her flesh pressed tightly, the signs of her need obvious to him. He drew back from her throat, a harsh gasp leaving as her lungs burned, her chest heaving as she sucked in air and met his gaze.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he ordered, grinning as he wiped her saliva around her lips. “Want that pussy of yours as wet as your mouth, got it?”

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered, nodding weakly.

“Yes what?” he growled, tugging at the roots of her hair and making her whimper.

“Yes sir,” she added, staring up at him.

The smirk never left his face as he thrusted into her waiting mouth once more. Following his instruction and opening her legs, her fingers moving between them and finding her clit already lightly covered in her wetness. She moaned wantonly as she circled the swollen nub, her eyes fluttering with the euphoria that coursed through her. Not only at the feeling of her hand between her legs, but at the way he was using her, and the shame of willingly letting him fading away with every plunge of his cock into her throat.

This hadn’t been the plan when she first found him. Far from it, in fact.

When Sam had called her with the location of the bar Dean had been frequenting, she had full intention of stepping in and setting him straight. He had warned her about Dean being a demon now, something that had happened several weeks before and which she chastised him for not telling her sooner. She could’ve helped and maybe with their “geek brains” together, as the elder Winchester liked to call them, they could’ve found him sooner. She wished she had known; her and Dean were friends, and she hated the fact that she hadn’t been there for him.

Friends were supposed to look out for each other. Especially those types of friends that were sometimes, on occasion, more than that.

Nevertheless, Sam said he would join her but she insisted on doing this alone, not listening to his protests and telling him to call her back once he had found Dean’s whereabouts.

When Y/N walked into that dive and took a seat at the bar, her eyes immediately found him. There he sat, at a table in the middle of the room, whiskey tumbler in hand. He didn’t look any different to the normal Dean she knew, not even when a blonde waitress came over to him and handed him another glass, draping her arm across his broad shoulders. She shrugged it off, now wasn’t the time to get jealous. She ordered herself a whiskey too, taking it and facing the room, crossing one leg over the other which allowed her denim skirt to ride up her thigh. That along with a tight, black tank top and black heeled ankle boots were her attire for the night; completely different to the usual hunter gear she’d be wearing but she needed something to catch his eye.

And sure enough, it did.

Dean had always had a higher level of awareness thanks to being a hunter, but after becoming a demon it had become a sixth sense. A familiar energy caught his attention as soon as it stepped into the room, his head lifting up to meet Y/N’s eyes as she stared back at him. He hadn’t seen her for a while, and if she was here that meant Sam had gotten to her. He had the initial thought of sending her on her way as he stood up, but as he made his way over to her, caught the way her thighs pressed together where they were crossed, he knew he could have some fun with her.

A grin pulled at his face as he gazed down at her, seeing her perfect mouth taking his intimidating length with each thrust, and he was glad that he had been right. It had been a long time since they had been together like this, and it was clear that he hadn’t taken advantage of their situation as often as he should have from the way she was working her tongue around him. She was unmistakably desperate to please him, to be with him in any way possible, even if he did have a new set of black eyes.

He had no problem exploiting that fact.

“Look so good choking on my cock, baby,” he groaned, holding her down against his pelvis.

His hand tightened in her hair once more and pulled her off his cock again, a dark chuckle escaping him as he heard her shuddering breath. Saliva hung off the edge of her chin, dripping onto the swell of her breasts, her eyes wide as she waited obediently for whatever he had planned for her next.

“Stand in front of the mirror,” he instructed, glancing up at the corner of the room before looking back at her. “Want you to see yourself losing control while I fuck you.”

Y/N somehow found the strength to stand from her position on the floor, the burning in her limbs only adding to the fire that was rising within her with each staggered step towards the mirror. Her appearance reflecting back to her was already a mess; her hair tangled in certain places, saliva drying and hardening at the edges of her mouth. As she spread her legs and curled her hands on either side of the frame, Dean stepped up behind her, calloused fingers sliding down the smooth skin of her back. Their eyes briefly met in the mirror before his gaze shifted down, following the movement of his hands as they admired the curve of her ass, a groan escaping him as his thumb grazed her puckered hole down to the sticky, wet warmth of her folds. She gasped as she felt the thick digit slide back and forth, no doubt wetting his skin as her arousal grew and dripped from her sex.

“So fucking wet,” he muttered, more to himself than to her, but he finally left his eyes and addressed her again. “Ready to take my cock, aren’t ya?”

Her lack of response earned her a heavy hand against the flesh of her ass, causing a yelp to escape her. Her eyes widened as they made contact with his, narrowed and glaring at her through the mirror. He had barely done anything to her and she was already overwhelmed by his actions. Her mind was caught somewhere between not knowing how much more she could take, and wanting to take everything he had to give. Now that he was a demon, she had no idea how much that was, but she was more than willing to find out.

His hand came down twice more in quick succession, making her jolt forward as she shrieked. The sting was intense but delicious as the sensation spread through her whole body, and she knew this was only the beginning.

“You better be fucking ready for me, sweetheart. ‘Cause I ain’t holding back.”

The implication of his words was clear. He wasn’t the Dean she knew anymore, and she shouldn’t expect him to be.

A brief nod was all she could muster as an answer to his earlier question, and that was all he needed. He brought his thumb to his mouth, glistening with her wetness as his plump lips wrapped around it. He kept his gaze on the reflection in front of him, their eyes locked as she breathed heavily, a groan leaving him as he sucked at the digit and took hold of his shaft, rubbing it through her folds. It wasn’t the first time she had seen him do that; taste her off his fingers,  but it hit differently now.

Before she could register what was happening, he lined himself to her entrance and slammed into her, her walls sheathing his thickness completely as a ragged moan fell from her lips.

The sound was a harsh contrast to the soft whimper that she had tried to suppress when he sat down in front of her at the bar, flagging down the bartender and ordering himself another whiskey. He turned to her, his eyes taking her in as they roamed down her frame, an eyebrow lifting in approval at her low cut top and the way her skirt had ridden up slightly, exposing more of her thigh as she sat.

“Didn’t think Sammy would send someone else to do his job,” he started, sipping his whiskey once it was in front of him. “Guess he’s losing practice without me, huh?”

“He didn’t send me,” she clarified, trying to remain firm in his presence. “And there’s a quick fix for that. Just come home.”

He scoffed, chuckling as he dropped his head and shook it. “No fucking way.”

The bite and careless lilt of his laugh and words stung, but she couldn’t dwell on it.

“Dean, this isn’t you,” she reasoned.

“Oh, but it is, Y/N,” he countered, as he turned on the bar stool and leaned his forearms back on the bar, his eyes never leaving her. “It’s the new me.”

Green irises flashed to solid black, holding her gaze long enough for a fear she had never experienced before to run down her back. Along with another strange yet familiar feeling between her legs. Strange because this wasn’t the time or place for it. As his eyes quickly returned to normal, Y/N’s jaw clenched as she stared up at him.

“Dean, look, you don’t have any options here,” she stated, pushing her drink aside and reaching into the left pocket of her denim skirt. “You’re coming with me back to the bunker, and Sam’s gonna get to work on curing you. End of discussion.”

Dean sipped his drink as he watched her take out a pair of silver handcuffs, devil’s traps carved into them. He slowly placed his drink down as he smirked, his gaze shifting from them up to her. “I think those are gonna look better on you tonight, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes, but she knew they weren’t as effective as usual. He was getting under her skin and they both knew it. From her other pocket, she pulled out the top of a flask as she stared up at him, waiting for him to look back at her as he glanced down.

“Don’t make this harder-” she started but his sinister scoff stopped her.

His green eyes, that once held so much admiration for her, were now void of any kind of emotion as he finally looked at her. Slowly, the shift almost imperceptible, his face hovered an inch away from hers.  “I thought you liked it hard, Y/N. Hard… fast… so rough you wanna feel that ache between your legs for days.”

A shuddered exhale fell from her lips, one she hadn’t realized she had been holding, causing him to chuckle.

“So how ‘bout you stop wastin’ your breath on this back and forth,” he continued, gesturing between them as a smirk spread across his face. “And admit that you’re real curious to know what it’s like to get fucked by a demon.”

Their gazes remained locked as he tested the waters; tested whether temptation would coax her into letting him corrupt her for no other reason than pleasurable amusement. He saw the way fear, guilt and thirst circled in the depths of her eyes, and he hoped it was the last of those that would win.

As Dean peered into those eyes once again, through the mirror’s reflection, he saw all of those things give way to euphoria as he pounded deep into the tight heat between her thighs.

Y/N barely recognized the face staring back at her. Hooded eyes, her mouth agape as a string of erotic noises escaped her with every slap of his hips against the curve of her ass. He had been right. She did enjoy sex when it was harder, faster, so rough that she felt the constant throb at the apex of her thighs. The Dean she knew was well aware of that fact, and this Dean, this… twisted version of him was using that to his full advantage. She wasn’t sure if she was willingly letting him, or if he was coercing her into this sinful act, but it was bliss.

A heavy hand slid up her back and into the strands of her hair, pulling harshly as his sweat slicked chest pressed up against her. His breath fanned over her ear and cheek as they stared at each other. A loud, lustful cry erupted from between her lips as the head of his cock drove deeper into her at this new angle, reaching places within her that hadn’t been explored in a long time. A tear brimmed at the corner of her waterline, rolling down slowly as another followed from the other, her thoughts as overwhelmed as her body by everything she was feeling. He laughed in her ear, the sound wicked as it rumbled from his chest against her back, watching the tears make tracks on her face.

Dean leaned down, the tip of his tongue slipping out between his pouty lips and dragging over the skin, the tang against his taste buds making him groan. Her eyes widened in disbelief, but her core tightened within arousal from the act.

“So fucking hot seeing you like this,” he whispered against her ear. “Just mine to use. You can’t lie to me, Y/N. I can see it in your eyes, can feel it from the way you’re squeezing around me. You love my cock inside this tight, little pussy. You don’t care anymore that I’m a demon, do ya?”

Y/N couldn’t remember the words she had spoken in agreement to leave the bar with him. All she could remember was his hands on her hips, pushing her up against the brick wall, rough lips fused to hers as his thumbs played at the strip of skin exposed between her top and her skirt. All she could recall was the way his fingers slipped under the hem, making her breath hitch as they danced over the flesh of her inner thigh and pulled her thong aside, moving between her folds.

He smirked into the kiss, pulling away and looking deep into her eyes. “So wet already, sweetheart. My black eyes got somethin’ to do with this?”

“No,” she whimpered, trying to remain defiant but she was flailing.

The amused grin he had given her in response then matched the way he was staring back at her through the mirror at that moment.

“N-no,” she moaned, a small smile playing on her lips. “I don’t care anymore…”

Her words had somehow emboldened the pace of his thrusts, the scream silenced in her throat as his calloused fingers wrapped over it tight, his other hand groping at her breasts as he slammed into her. Her own hands struggled to hold herself steady against the mirror, the frame shaking from the brutal force of his hips smacking against her. Her walls clenched around his girth, causing sounds only akin to a feral animal to come from him right against the shell of her ear. Along with the loud squelch between her legs and her own choked moans, she knew it wouldn’t be much longer before she fell over the edge into the deepest depths of hell with him.

No matter how heavenly it felt to have him inside her, she knew she was headed for the fiery pit for what she was doing. It was debauchery at its finest, and yet she couldn’t care less.

Y/N wasn’t sure when it happened. Maybe it was the short walk from the bar across the street to the motel, maybe it was when they stepped through the door, or when they stripped each other of their clothes as their kiss became as heated as their frenzied touches. Maybe it was when she fell to her knees in front of him and wondered what the fuck she was doing, allowing a demon, something she hunted on a regular basis, to invade her every thought and sensation. Even if it was a man she knew very well, it had been wrong.

But it had also never felt so right.

The familiar pull in her core had her eyes squeeze shut, but a tug from Dean’s hand in her hair had them opening again. He made her watch their sinful actions in the mirror once more, as he felt her walls like vice around him.

“Such a good slut just for me,” he groaned, nipping her earlobe. “You’re all mine now, right?”

The lewd moan that escaped her wasn’t enough of an answer for him, as his hand cracked against the globe of her ass, causing her to shriek.

“Tell me,” he growled.

“I-I’m yours,” she finally replied, her voice sounding like a stranger’s from how hoarse it was.

“Damn right,” he grunted.

Her eyes rolled back as her air was still cut off by his heavy grip on her throat, but suddenly it dropped to grip her hips tightly with both hands, as his own began to falter with each frantic thrust. Her lungs burned as short breaths left her, moans turning into loud cries of his name as she reached that euphoric peak, her body convulsing as a stream of liquid gushed down her thigh, pushing his cock out as her wetness spurted against the mirror and dripped onto the carpeted floor. Her chest heaved as she breathed harshly, her vision blurred and unable to focus.

Dean took hold of his shaft, slicked up by her release and pumped his hand back and forth, expletives and groans falling from his parted lips as his cock pulsed in his grip. With one last tug, the veins in his neck strained as he let out a strangled grunt, his eyes flashing to solid black as ropes of his release shot over the small of her back. He grinned as he looked at her with those demon eyes she had found herself aroused by, and she smiled back slightly.

This was definitely not how tonight was supposed to go.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he muttered, grabbing her by her shoulders to steady her.

“Yeah,” was all she managed to push past her heavy breaths as she came down from her high.

“Well, I’m good to go again, but,” he smirked as his eyes flashed back to green irises. “You need to get your strength back.”

Y/N was taken aback by the concern, but she knew better than to assume it was for any other reason than needing her recharged for another round. He moved away from her, but not before smacking her ass once more as he walked away. She stumbled to the edge of the bed, still able to see herself in the mirror, her hand admiring the scratches and bruises forming along her skin. With a strangely content sigh, she fell back against the bed, unbothered by his cum sticking between her and the sheets underneath. She glanced to the side as he sat down next to her, his hand roaming over her body, fingers flicking over her nipple, making her moan softly.

“Take five, sweetheart, ‘cause I ain’t done with you yet.”

She bit her lip as she looked away from him, staring up at the ceiling. She heard a small buzz from her phone in the pocket of skirt, but made no move to search for it on the floor. It was no doubt Sam, texting for an update on how things were going. This was definitely a unique way of laying a trap, certainly not one she was planning, but at least this way Dean would never suspect that she had him right where she wanted him this whole time.

She’d let Sam know where she was eventually. She just wanted to enjoy playing with her own fate a little more.

[the-travelling-witch]

summary: a pouty demon has become part of your nighttime routine

pairing: mammon x gn!reader

warnings: fluff with mentions of insecurities (skin/appearance related)

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“Babe, how much longer are ya goin’ to take?” Mammon whined from behind you, his pout reflecting in the large bathroom mirror.

“I’ve only just finished with cleansing.” Turning off the faucet, you gently dabbed a towel over your face, watching the demon with affectionate eyes. “But everything else shouldn’t take too long.”

“Why d’ya have to do all of this anyway?” Apparently not content with your answer, he stepped closer to you and cut himself off with a yawn. “Just come to bed.”

You’d think that, as a model, Mammon would understand the importance of skincare but, to your annoyance, he was one of those guys who seemingly splashed their face with water and still had the perfect complexion.

Could demons also be god’s favourites? One glance over his shirtless form definitely swayed your answer towards ‘yes’.

“No, this is important. Especially if you keep sitting me down for a bowl of spicy late-night ramen,” you sighed. By now, Mammon had closed the gap between the two of you, his arms comfortably circled around your waist and his cheek squished against the top of your head. “Besides, I finally want to be free of these blemishes and look good too.”

Immediately, Mammon stood straight and held you a little tighter. The angelic eyes looking at you through the mirror were earnest and genuine as he spoke with a bewildered tone, almost as if what you had said never occurred to him.

“But yer already so pretty! How could ya get any more stunnin’ than this?”

That was what you loved about him. Despite his usually tsundere behaviour, he never failed to compliment you with his entire heart behind it. Having someone so sincerely tell you you were beautiful, while you wore an old shirt of his as pyjama, had no makeup on and had your insecurities out in the open like this, it made you start believing it too.

A thought that was kinda terrifying.

But you had no time to go teary-eyed or worry about whether you were starting to become too conceited or delusional. Not with this demon around. Before you could say something, Mammon had already swooped down, snowy hair obscuring part of your vision, and planted a sweet kiss onto your cheek. Both the surprise of his action and the visual of his face scrunched up in disgust as he tasted the toner on his lips made you laugh, shushing the voices in your head.

“That one’s on you, I already told you not to do that when I’m doing my routine,” you giggled. Then, you twisted in his hold and returned an equally affectionate kiss to his cheek. “Thank you so much though. Hearing that means a lot.”

“Don’t look at me like that! Just hurry up, so we can go to bed!” Though he averted his eyes, you could still feel the heat radiating off his face and you suppressed another laugh. He really was too cute for his own good.

Even though he’d complained a lot about the lengthiness of your little ritual, he still attentively watched you work, offering his concerns about the colour of a hot pink serum (“Should ya really be puttin’ that on yer face?”) and having his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when you casually mentioned one of your creams could bleach clothes or hair.

“Well, good thing your hair is already white and you’re already shirtless,” you joked as you finished putting on your moisturiser before turning and looping your arms around his neck. “Because I plan to cuddle you all-night long.”

“Ya’d better! Yer the only human who’d ever make me, the Avatar of Greed, wait, ya know,” Mammon huffed. Contradictory to his words, he had already swooped you up princess-style and set off towards the bedroom.

“Mhm and I am so glad you were generous enough to give me so much of your time. Maybe this,” you put a hand over his heart as he gently lowered you onto the mattress, “is made out of gold after all.”

“Now yer just bein’ cheesy,” Mammon snorted as he crawled under the black sheets with you and pulled you close, the same way a tide would always reach for the shore again and again. “Ya should get some rest before ya say somethin’ even more stupid.”

“But I was just about to confess to the best thing that ever happened to me,” you hummed. When he sceptically raised an eyebrow, you looked him deep in the eyes and smiled. “I love you, Mammon.”

For a fraction of a second his eyes widened in shock before he shut them tightly as he inhaled. When he opened them again, he mirrored your fond smile as a slender finger traced the side of your face.

“I love ya too, treasure.”

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[eldritch-spouse]

Any of your demon OC’s reaction to being summoned but the magic feels powerful so when they get there they expect maybe a collection of wizards but instead it is a very drunk person(reader) who seems very confused but also isn’t against having this very attractive demon in their house.

[I mean, at this rate you could just summon an Icon. But let's not go there yet. Why not Vorago?]

The difference between Vorago and many other demons is that, most of the time, he's ready to be summoned. As the firstborn of Queen Vorticia, he has to be available for a myriad of public contact and more nitty-gritty transactions that his Mother is all too happy to distribute between her many children. The eldest takes on even more work than necessary, purely to train himself for the future, wherein he may rule Gluttony.

So, when Vorago senses a rift opening with a request for him, the royal glutton merely brushes his outfit, adjusts his mane, and stands appropriately, waiting to be transported. It's no shock to him that a rather surprising amount of magic is used during these instances, you do not simply summon a royal without obtaining much training in the field, or on your own for that matter. While the process takes place, Vorago searches his head for who this might be. The blood signature utilized doesn't ring any bells, so it might be a first contact summoning. Giving a good impression is more important than ever if that truly is the case.

Vorago steps into the rift with an adequately serious expression and a hand behind his back, expecting some kind of fanfare or overzealous greeting.

There are few words to describe his confusion at the sight that greets him. Astonishing, really, as he considers himself verbose.

The prince finds himself in a rather homely, completely informal setting. Someone's house, he deduces, given the smells present, the well-worn furniture. No group, no organization, no sect, not even a pair is there to receive him, only one human.

He sniffs.

One very intoxicated human.

He can only wonder what's happening to you, where you hail from. How you've gotten to this point.

The glutton stares hard at you. Something that another summoner may find rude of him, but you're hardly composed enough to notice. There's no incredible, burning desire within you. You don't stink of desperation and madness, you aren't covered in sin.

You're just a human woman, meddling with what most definitely doesn't concern someone like you.

" ... O- " You finally seem to notice there's someone else in the room. " Oh? "

" Oh. " Vorago parrots, feeling a brand new crease form on his forehead.

Silent moments pass.

You really should blink more, he assumes your eyes are losing moisture from the moments where you stare at him blankly, like a donkey.

" I suppose, when you're sober, you'll gather the wits to grovel... "

Vorago isn't particularly cruel, but he'd be a bad example if he allowed summoners to think they can get away with this type of behavior. To summon a demon of royalty while entirely shitfaced is to cause great offense to said royal lineage. It can warrant more than death, it could set curses upon your loved ones. Vorago understands mistakes happen, but humans of all people, are too frail to afford these grievous acts of buffoonery.

So he needs to cause a healthy amount of panic in you, which he will, when you become sober.

" Hhmn? " You sluggishly tilt your head.

The firstborn takes a few steps forward on the borderline nonexistent circle you've thrown together on the ground. It's more of a misshapen oval, with not a tenth of the power you'd require to keep him properly contained. Really, Vorago could blow it away with a sigh.

He squats, using his hands to gesture and speaking slowly, the same tactics he'd use to make his toddler-aged siblings pay attention.

" Human. Listen closely. " No self-respecting prince would be stooping this low. " Now that you have made the mistake of summoning me, we need to establish a formal deal, so that I can leave. "

You don't offer much of a reaction for a while. Vorago sincerely wants to slap the back of your head. Though he imagines you'd tumble face first in a graceless display of alcoholism.

He can only tense hard when you spread your arms and latch onto his shoulders, running clumsy hands through his thick hair.

" Hahah... Hah. You're sooo cute. You should stick around. "

You're so fucking wasted.

The glutton is speechless, face darkening. He allows himself to feel this for a few seconds, ideas suddenly swirling in his head while an admittedly pretty human plays with his hair. The large demonoid shivers slightly. You'd look even better if you weren't so visibly drunk. For as much as he craves and writes about this type of contact between monster (demon) and human, he's never had the pleasure of experiencing it firsthand.

A small eternity passes before he forces himself to pry your small -Delicate, so fragile, so soft- hands away and rises.

" Any suggestions, summoner? " His tail swishes.

A grin tries to settle on your cheeks, it's struggling. " You. Me. The couch. "

Vorago has to run a hand down his complexion and breathe in deep. Oh trust him, that couch wouldn't survive. Still, this is no way to try his hand at charming a beautiful person.

" No. " He chastises. " I have a proposal. Do you read, human? "

This could backfire very hard. He knows this.

" Ehh, yeah, I guess. " You shrug. " Sometimes. When my favorite authors upload. "

Upload. The top eye in Vorago's head widens, his hope shining clearly.

" Then let's do the following. I provide you with written works, and, in turn, you act as a proof-reader, letting me know what I could adjust. "

Particularly how accurate his portrayal of humans and the opposite gender is.

" You write?! "

He almost feels offended that you're so surprised. " Yes. "

" Fuck yeah! "

He chuckles purely from how ridiculous this is getting.

Vorago nods, using a foot to disrupt the summoning circle and leaning down with an outstretched hand, the other reaching for a vial on his coat pocket.

" Brilliant. Allow me to collect your blood signature then. " Because you're too shitfaced to sign anything, he presumes. " You will be contacted so we can schedule our first meeting. "

Well, he thinks happily, no one can accuse him of having no references now.

[another-lost-mc]

When MC Dies and is Reborn in the Celestial Realm Headcanons | THE DEMON BROTHERS 1.6k words | SFW | gn!Reader | Angst with a Happy Ending Content warnings: Implied Lucifer x Reader. Michael-centric POV. Mentions of (temporary) character death and grieving/mourning. A/N: This is an old piece that's been sitting in my Google docs for months. Without going into spoilers, playing Nightbringer last night reminded me of this.

DEATH

The demon brothers are in the RAD student council chambers when they sense something is wrong.

They visibly flinch and some of them gasp as a sudden emptiness washes over them.

Asmo is the first to notice that your pact mark on the inside of his wrist starts to fade.

The other brothers are frantic and start to palm over their clothes where your pact marks with them should be, realizing theirs are disappearing too.

Lucifer’s eyes go wide with realization at the same moment his D.D.D. starts ringing with an incoming call from Solomon.

Barbatos senses the seriousness of the situation and is already conjuring a portal to Solomon’s location.

Lucifer is the first one to step through, with his brothers stumbling behind him.

They arrive in the human world and see Solomon leaning forward in a chair in a bright, sterile hallway, his head down and hair falling over his eyes. His D.D.D. is still clenched in his hands.

Solomon looks up with tears in his eyes and he whispers in a strangled voice, “I’m so sorry.”

Diavolo and Barbatos have to intervene before the power caused by the brothers’ overwhelming grief threatens to rip the human hospital apart.

The demon brothers don’t attend your funeral, but those responsible for carrying out your final wishes are surprised that all the expenses have been anonymously paid for. 

Solomon and the Angels watch nearby as your human friends and family circle your grave and pay their respects.

Simeon tried to prevent Luke from going with him, but he was forced to bring him after Luke begged Michael personally to let him say goodbye.

Simeon has to carry a sobbing Luke away when it’s time for them to leave, but Solomon stands by your graveside as the sun sets.

After night falls, the demon brothers materialize behind him and he teleports away so they can have privacy.

The demon brothers stand like fractured shadows around your final resting place, frozen and eerily silent, and they slowly return to the Devildom one by one. Lucifer is the last to leave, just before dawn.

REBIRTH

Michael recognizes your soul the moment you’re reborn in the Celestial Realm as an angel nearly 10 years later.

You’re not an angel youngling like Luke; your body is eerily similar to your human form without the demon pact marks or the Sorcerer’s Society sigils etched into your skin.

He is alone with you and you look at him with uncertainty - you should be an empty shell, reborn with no memory or purpose except the Celestial Realm’s calling.

Curiosity prompts him to ask you your name, and you respond with the human name from your former life.

He realizes anything you do as an angel from this point forward will be tainted by the remnants of your former existence.

Michael takes a lot of risks as he bends and twists the limits of his power to allow you certain freedoms while he deliberates the best course of action.

You ask him oddly specific questions about the human world and the Devildom that a newborn angel shouldn’t be asking; you haven’t regained your entire memory, but he suspects it’s only a matter of time.

He promises himself that he will not lie to you even when you start asking more difficult questions, but he expects that will be easier said than done.

Your knowledge is lacking when it comes to the inner working and responsibilities of the Celestial Realm and he decides to tutor you personally.

He also makes a point to keep you separate from the other angels as much as possible, especially your former exchange student companions.

Simeon starts to suspect Michael is hiding something but he can’t figure out what.

Michael knows his threats don’t scare Simeon the way they do the other angels; he begs Simeon for his patience instead, which startles Simeon into reluctant agreement not to pry further into Michael’s noticeably withdrawn behaviour.

Michael finds you one night when you are thrashing in your sleep, and when he nudges your shoulder to wake you, you cling to him as you wail at the memory of your death.

After that night, the floodgates seem to burst and your other memories quickly return.

You pester Michael with endless questions about all the friends you left behind, specifically Lucifer and the other brothers.

Michael relents when you plead with him to tell you, even though he knows that it’s going to hurt you to learn the truth:

Your death triggered a lot of uncertainty and turmoil within the Devildom. Lucifer and his brothers became the worst versions of themselves as they struggled with their grief. Diavolo had to intervene with a firm hand to prevent them from completely undoing all the progress he made in uniting the three realms while you were alive.

Relations between the Devildom and the other realms became strained and uncertain.

Michael tells you that the exchange program had been suspended until recently, but the successful conclusion indicated that the Devildom had regained focus on continued peace and camaraderie with the Celestial Realm and human world.

You beg Michael to let you return to the Devildom, and he refuses.

You threaten to fall willingly if that’s what it takes, but he warns you that your circumstances are too volatile - he can’t predict what would happen to the ongoing stability of the three worlds if you should drift off this current path.

Despite his refusal to allow you to visit the Devildom, he sees how lost and broken you are.

He promises to come up with a way for you to eventually meet the demon brothers again.

You ask Michael if he thinks they still remember you, and he grudgingly admits that he thinks that they probably do.

RETURN

In an unlikely request, Diavolo receives a proposal from Michael that would allow a Celestial Realm representative to live in the Devildom on a long-term basis.

Diavolo tentatively agrees, seeing the olive branch for what it is and knowing Michael wouldn’t make that offer lightly.

The demon brothers (except for Lucifer) want to protest on principle, assuming the worst about Michael and they don’t hide their suspicions from Diavolo or their eldest brother.

Lucifer makes it his responsibility to bring his brothers in line so that Diavolo’s goals can be achieved, even though he is just as bothered by the idea as his brothers are.

Solomon is summoned to the Devildom, a rare occurrence these days. He agrees to Diavolo and Michael’s request to host their negotiations in the human world as a neutral party.

Diavolo insists the demon brothers attend as a sign of unity and good faith; they want to refuse, having avoided returning to the human world as much as possible since your passing, but finally concede after threats of punishment from Lucifer.

Michael feels overwhelming pity for his brothers when he sees them. He can see through their masks of indifference that your absence has haunted them, although he is surprised they truly cared about you that much.

As the meeting continues, Lucifer becomes increasingly annoyed by the sympathetic looks Michael gives him and his brothers from across the table.

When discussions are starting to wind down, Michael comments that you would be proud of the work the Devildom has achieved in your absence.

The unexpected mention of your name is like a trigger: Mammon pushes away from the table and paces behind his chair; Levi hugs his knees to his chest and buries his head; Asmo covers his mouth as he lets out a sob, eyes watering. Satan tries to rise from his seat with a growl, but Beel pushes him back down; and Belphie shoots him a murderous look.

Lucifer’s eyes narrow and he grits out that they wouldn’t dream of tarnishing your memory by failing to accomplish what you helped them work for.

Michael explains that he’s surprised an ordinary human could affect him this much.

Diavolo and Barbatos share a nervous look at the growing tension, and Solomon interrupts, proposing that they end the meeting for now.

Lucifer tells Michael to stop talking about things that he couldn’t possibly understand. He pulls out his D.D.D. and tells Diavolo that he and his brothers will be leaving if they’re no longer needed.

Michael asks him about the lizard charm swinging from his D.D.D., the plastic faded and worn down by time; he nods to himself when Lucifer’s only response is icy silence, like he expected nothing else.

Michael suggests that they take a moment to meet the proposed diplomat he’d like to assign to the Devildom, the sooner the better - he insists they’re very eager to begin their assignment.

Diavolo placates everyone by stating he trusts Michael’s judgement and meeting them now isn’t necessary.

Michael’s eyes twinkle with a strange mischief that Lucifer can’t explain.

After a moment, Lucifer hears the soft swish of feathers as someone materializes in an open doorway nearby.

He recognizes the familiar pair of eyes first, and they’re staring back at him with such so much longing and hope he can barely breathe .

Time seems to stand still for a moment as everyone in the room freezes with shared looks of disbelief, doubt, and shock.

When the spell is broken, it is with a flurry of activity: Lucifer moves first, launching himself across the room and pulling you into a tight embrace against his chest, your white feathers brushing against his black ones.

The other brothers quickly surround you, and you end up in a pile on the floor as the demons you missed so much whisper your name and touch your face as if they can't believe you've come back to them.

Barbatos and Solomon both watch in stunned silence, eager to know how these events unfolded but smart enough to know that those questions can wait for now.

Diavolo wipes a tear from his eye, chuckling happily as he and Michael stand and shake hands.

Michael watches with a mixture of envy and satisfaction when you return home with his fallen brothers.

[baelarys]

Hi! Could I request a Aemond X reader where he notices reader has not been sleeping well for days so he stays the night with reader for comfort?

𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙚

Aemond targaryen x Reader

word count : 683

Warning : Fluff a lot of fluff

You tossed anxiously in your bed, trying to find comfort in the fine silk mattress, while the faint light of the candles illuminated your tired face. You heard Aemond enter your room; his steps were silent, but in your state of vigilance, you noticed him immediately. You sat up to look at him.

Aemond, noticing your presence, looked at you. "I thought you were asleep" he said, noting the small dark circles forming around your eyes.

You didn’t respond, exhaustion gnawing at you, but you weren’t even aware of the specific reason for your lack of sleep. He approached and sat on the edge of your bed, his violet eyes looking at you with concern. "I’ve noticed you haven’t slept well for days. What’s wrong?."

You sighed and lowered your gaze, playing with the edge of the blanket. "It’s nothing, just… worries" you said, trying to downplay it.

Aemond extended a hand and gently caressed your cheek. "You can’t keep going like this. You need to rest" his voice full of love and concern, warming your heart.

Before you could respond, he got up and moved to the other side of the bed, Taking off his greatcoat, and slipped under the sheets next to you. "I’m going to stay with you tonight" he declared firmly. "Maybe my presence will help you relax."

You stayed silent for a moment, surprised by his gesture. Finally, you nodded and settled beside him. Aemond wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "It’s okay" he murmured against your hair. "I’m here with you."

Aemond adjusted the sheet over both of you and pulled you closer, his warmth radiating a sense of security you hadn’t felt in a long time. Slowly, your eyes closed, and you allowed yourself to relax in his presence. You didn’t want to talk about your worries; you just wanted to enjoy this moment of peace.

Aemond seemed to understand, as he didn’t ask any questions. Instead, he started to stroke your back with slow, gentle movements, his deep and rhythmic breathing a natural soothing agent.

The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable; it was a silence full of understanding and support. You nestled closer to him, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms, protected and loved. Aemond looked down and smiled, his eyes reflecting deep affection.

"Are you feeling better?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper in the darkness of the room. You nodded slightly, without opening your eyes. You didn’t need to say anything; he understood. The connection between you was something beyond words, a symphony of shared emotions.

"I’m sorry" you finally whispered, breaking the silence. "For worrying so much." His fingers paused for a moment on your back before resuming their slow and calming rhythm.

"You don’t have to apologize" he replied softly, his voice a caress in your ears. "We all have our burdens. I’m here to help you carry them."

Aemond’s words were like a balm to your restless soul. You knew he also had his own demons, but at this moment, you only cared about the tranquility he offered. You felt a solitary tear slide down your cheek, and before you could wipe it away, he had already captured it with a gentle kiss.

"Everything will be alright" he promised, his warm breath against your skin. "As long as we’re together, we can overcome anything."

His words filled you with renewed hope. In the past, you had faced many difficulties, but having Aemond by your side gave you the strength you needed to keep going. You snuggled even closer, letting the beat of his heart lull you.

Minutes, maybe hours, passed in that silent embrace. Time seemed to stop when you were with him. Finally, you felt his lips press gently against your forehead, a gesture of love and protection.

"Sleep, my love" he whispered. "Tomorrow will be a new day."

You obeyed, letting sleep take you. Your dreams were peaceful, filled with images of happier days and promises of a better future. Aemond was always by your side, his presence an anchor in the sea of your thoughts.

[fuctacles]

Witch Hunt

for @steddie-spooktober "witch" & @stevieweek "i don't know about this one..." prompt which i've altered quite a bit but used it twice so it kind of evens out, right???

E | 2568 | transfem!Steve (goes by Eve), witch!Steve, demon!Eddie, medieval fantasy, some arson and murder boyfriend vibes, magical srs, possible continuation, im sorry for all the lore | Ao3 more spooktober: "would you please stop trying to scare them?"

Eddie hated his job. Not only the human realm was much colder than Hell, but also, the Deal didn't always work. The success rate has been increasing each time, but it still pissed him off when nothing happened after he's been freezing his balls off for hours. He was starting to think all his fur was just decorative. 

When he had arrived at Heimdall's, the guy threw him a skimpy tunic that barely covered his privates. 

"Is this the only one you have? You can see my whole dick and balls in it," Eddie had complained, but beggars can't be choosers and all that. 

He wraps the fabric tighter around himself when the next gust of air moves clouds away from the moon, making the pile of debris in the clearing visible. Time passes and Eddie waits impatiently, tapping his hooves against the ground, and idly picking stray grass blades from his tail. It seems like the pile moves a couple of times, but it's just the wind disturbing it. 

A distant clock tower strikes midnight, and finally, the ash pile moves and keeps on moving, until a hand emerges. Eddie straightens up, his tail twitching in interest. 

The ashes start breathing, the charred remains get knocked down and a coughing fit raises a dark cloud into the air. She'll be spitting soot for hours, but at least she's up now, another success for the statistics. 

He decides to take pity on the poor girl and steps away from the fence he's been perched on, making room for his wings. With two good swats, the dirt is gone, leaving a slightly dirty, very naked woman in the middle of a charred circle. 

He raises his eyebrows. 

"These fucking perverts burnt you naked?"

She finally notices his presence, her red-rimmed eyes blinking rapidly to clear her vision, and stands up on shaky legs, still low on energy after her resurrection, barely maintaining her balance. Suddenly, Eddie doesn't seem to matter anymore, as her hands fly to her chest. 

"What...?" she murmurs to herself.

Eddie tilts his head, watching the human with curiosity. Usually, the arrival of a demon gets a bigger fanfare, he's almost insulted, but he waits patiently. He already did for so long, and now he has something pretty to lay his eyes on for once. Witches usually came with ugly meat sacks, even after their resurrection. 

"Where the fuck is my dick?!"

Ah, yes, that would explain it. The naked thing, too.

"Do you want it back?" Eddie asks because he's a demon with manners. 

"No!" she protests immediately, eyes snapping up to him from observing her crotch. "No," she adds softer. "I like it like that." Her hand reaches down to inspect her new parts, so Eddie takes it upon himself to swat it away with his tail.

"Hey!" 

He tsks, his long tongue slipping out to flick in a warning. 

"Let's not put any more dirt in your holes, okay?" he berates her. Regretfully, he shrugs off the tunic he's been wearing and throws it at the girl. "For your modesty, m'lady." 

She glowers at him but slips it over her head anyway. What was small for the demon, doesn't do much more for a human, especially not one with the curves that she has. She wrinkles her nose. 

"Is there even a point? You can see my whole—"

Eddie slaps her hand preemptively. 

"Hey! I wasn't even touching it!" 

"Your hand was too close."

"No, it wasn't!" 

Eddie rolls his eyes. 

"Let's clean you up and then you can touch it all you want. You have a river in this ditch?" he asks, nose twitching in the air. He turns at the same time the witch points her hand. 

"To the left of the village." 

Eddie's eyes stray to the cluster of houses she seems determined not to look at.

"Do you have anyone left there?" he asks curiously.

"Not anymore," she scoffs, taking off towards the river. 

Eddie has to follow her, he can't risk losing a witch, but an urge flares inside of him that he has to let loose. He claps his hands together and starts rubbing, sparks flying until a fire forms in his palm. He bounces it from one hand to another and nuzzles it with his finger, always happy to work with the little guys. When he feels the witch is watching him, he refocuses and whispers to it:

"Go, little one. Do your worst."

The flame flies off his palm, aided by a push from Eddie's phantom wings. 

She doesn't ask, only eyes him curiously, but he pushes gently on her back to prompt her into walking along his side. 

"It's gonna take a while," he says without any other explanation. 

The walk isn't long, and soon she's handing over the tunic and dipping into the lazily flowing water, dark like ink but glittering with the reflection of stars above. The night sky is probably the only thing Eddie misses in the Underworld. 

He sits on the plush grass, observing as the witch dunks under the surface and rubs her skin until it turns pink. It still contrasts with the water like it's made of the finest porcelain. 

"I guess you're clean enough to explore now," he says as her movements slow down like she's already contemplating it. She must be, he can taste her curiosity from his spot on the river bank.

"You're gonna sit there and watch?" she glowers at him.

"Of course," he answers matter-of-factly. "I'm a demon."

She huffs, but this time it sounds more amused. Her hand travels down her body.

"What's your name, witch?" Eddie asks, resting his chin on his hand. 

"Stev—" she hesitates. 

"Eve?" he picks up curiously. That would be hilarious. 

She kind of nods, kind of shakes her head. 

"I was Steven, then I went by Stevonne, but..."

"That's okay, take your time," Eddie reassures her. "This is your Rebirth, you can pick any name you like."

She hums, and he can see her hand making slow, circling movements under the water. 

"I like Eve," she admits.

"Yeah?" Eddie perks up with a smile. "You can call me Eddie. It's nice to make your acquaintance, Eve."

She smiles and opens her mouth to say something, but her attention is pulled somewhere above Eddie's shoulder. The water starts glowing orange. 

"Looks like the little guy is having fun," he hums, not looking around. The glow of fire looks better on Eve's skin anyway. 

The river carries distant cries for help, a reminder that it's not just a big, pretty bonfire. 

"Don't worry, he'll get them all," he says.

"I'm not worried," she assures quickly. 

Eve's fixated on the fire consuming her village, her eyes full of awe and the reflection of flames. She's glowing in the now orange water and she looks gorgeous reflecting Eddie's carnage like that. She'll look breathtaking among hellfire. 

"Maybe we could spare some," he wonders out loud with a lazy smile. She looks back at him. "So we can hunt them down later. The way they hunt my new favorite witch."

She smiles, mean and thrilled. He'll have to fight fang and claw to keep her.

"Maybe we could." 

They look at each other for a long while, until his eyes dip. 

"You done?" Eddie looks pointedly at her stilled hand. She sighs with frustration. 

"It's way different from this angle," she complains. 

Eddie laughs out loud, the sound echoed by the collapsing church that used to tower over the townsfolk. 

"Need a hand?" he offers, rolling his eyes when she eyes his claws with distrust. He flicks out his tongue instead. "Need a tongue?" 

Eve's totally on board for that, clambering out of the water, her hazelnut hair dripping over her curves. The wet shine on her skin reflects the dancing flames and Eddie would be in love if he knew how to.

"Weren't you appalled that I was watching you just seconds ago?" he laughs at her, a little bit mean, but he already knows she can take it. 

"Turns out I like that," she shrugs without shame, making Eddie's smile grow. The sight of his sharp teeth doesn't deter her either. In an instant, he has a lap full of a human, or at least as much of one there was left in Eve. He has her tits right in his face and he wouldn't be a demon if he didn't give them a taste, licking the river water off her skin. She sighs, fingers tangling in his unruly mane of hair, seeking purchase in his horns. He groans when she grabs them, and wraps his arms around her, pressing into her skin so he can flip them around, and lay her down in the bed of grass. 

Her yelp turns into a delighted laugh and Eddie trembles with the sound. They don't make witches like that anymore. Free and open to the joys of life, ready to frolic and mingle with the things Unknown. Christianity made it so hard for demons and fae to get laid. 

He presses hot kisses down her torso, spends extra time sucking around her navel, then nibbling around her mound, hiking her thighs higher and higher, nosing at the crease there, inhaling her scent, until he gets to his destination. It takes two, three expert licks for Eve to lock her legs around him and scream into the night. 

Eddie gently laps up around her hole, her juices too precious to let fall on the grass below. Her breath hitches and she trembles but doesn't move away. 

"Do you want more?" he asks, black eyes searching for an answer. 

Her eyes are still full of fire.

"Yes."

So he gives her one more, then three, until he loses count and his tongue is numb and Eve's but a puddle of human-shaped limbs underneath him. When he laps at her entrance, drunk himself on her smell and taste, she spreads her legs invitingly, eyes blown and impossibly wide, sparkling with flames. 

They stare into each other's dark eyes as he slithers his tongue inside. He rubs against her walls, searching for her face for a reaction, but she's too out of it for anything more than an involuntary twitch of muscles. However, when he moves away, she seems disappointed. He crawls up her body to properly look at her face, but before he can say anything, she lurches forward.

Kissing is not something he's used to in such circumstances, but he indulges anyway, letting her tongue inspect the sharp points of his teeth, and maneuver his hand on her breast. He squeezes, laps, and sucks, letting himself get lost in this new dance. 

"You know," he says when she breaks away to restore oxygen. "I don't do that outside of sealing a deal," he admits.

Eve blinks at him owlishly. 

"You don't kiss just for fun? Aren't you a demon?"

Eddie barks out a laugh. 

"I guess kissing is too tame for our tastes." 

"What's your taste?" she asks, curiosity radiating off of her in hot waves. 

He hums, caressing her side.

"Insane witches, apparently."

"What do you do with them?" she presses on, her leg moving dangerously high up his body, the coarse hair of his thighs not enough to deter her.

"Well, personally..." Eddie likes to play with his food, a habit he couldn't shake since his childhood, so he rolls away from Eve to lie on his side instead. To placate her, he starts playing with the hair that grow low on her belly. "I collect the resurrected witches and show them around. You'll get a tour of Hell and any other realms you wish to see, and then I'll help you settle wherever you feel like."

With every word, the pout on her face only grows. 

"You're not keeping me?" she asks, playing up the whine in her voice, but he knows there are genuine feelings behind it. 

"Witches aren't meant to be tied down," he explains apologetically. "They're free spirits abusing the laws of reality." He reaches for her hand to press a kiss against her fingers. "It's a power best wielded in solitude."

She pries her hand away and sits up.

"Why would I want the power if I can't share it? Don't witches have like... familiars? Or something?"

Eddie frowns.

"A witch of your power doesn't need one. They're meant to amplify and aid spells, and you're pretty much on the same level as a common demon."

"Are you a common demon?"

"Yes," he nods. 

"So we can't make a deal?" she presses on. 

His frown deepens. 

"Why would you want a deal with someone equal in power? Deals are made between a master and a servant."

"But is it not possible? Can't I have an equal by my side? A partner in crime?"

Maybe he should backtrack on her being his favorite. She's asking too many questions, ones he's not used to from a freshly reborn witch. He sighs. 

"Technically you can, but it's an exclusive deal. You're tied for eternity, you belong to each other. It's not a common practice," he says, playing off what he's been told and overheard. "Master-servant contracts have an expiration date and are easier to break. I'm not sure a deal like that could even be broken."

Eve wraps her hands around her knees, processing the information. 

"So I could tie a demon, or an equally powerful being, to myself for all eternity?" 

Somehow, Eddie doesn't like the idea of Eve making a deal like that with a random demon. He nods, though.

"Yes."

"Let's say I'd want to do that with you, right now. How would that look?" she asks curiously. 

He thinks about it, imagines it, and it pains him deep into his core. 

"A simple deal is sealed with a kiss or a blood pact. A deal between equals requires an intercourse."

"Huh."

The idea doesn't seem appalling to her, which doesn't surprise him at this point. He can feel her eyes sliding down his body.

"You're not going to find my dick like that," he says with amusement. 

She huffs but doesn't budge, searching his gaze instead. 

"Wouldn't you want to make me yours? And you mine?"

Eddie considers it. 

"I never thought about it before," he admits. "Is that something you'd want?"

She lays back on the grass with a sigh. 

"I'm just tired of being alone. Of nobody staying. You're the nicest person I've met in years, and you're not even human." He laughs at that, and she turns towards him with a smile. "You burnt a village for me." She frowns. "Unless you do that for all the witches."

Eddie quickly shakes his head. Too quickly.

"Only the most mistreated ones," he admits. 

"Is it a pity thing, then?"

"No," he protests again. "I wanted to do something nice for you."

Eve smiles. 

"Thank you."

He smiles back, and when he leans down, she meets him for a lazy kiss. 

"Would you make me yours?" she asks when they part and the offer sounds alarmingly tempting. 

"You should meet other demons before making a commitment like that," he says, and she rolls her eyes. Then, his ears twitch as he finds the perfect distraction for them both. 

"You ready to hunt?" he smiles down at her, wide and dangerous. "Someone escaped the fire."

[heavenlyakin]

Burning For You

warnings: Fem!Reader is a mortician for the Demon Slayer Corps, loosely canon-compliant, pajamas mentioned are traditional jinbei so they’re time-accurate (I do the weirdest research for these fics sue me), BLOOD, fingering (f!receiving), reader calls kyo daddy, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, reader rides kyo, and other general smut warnings, creampie. Minors DNI. (also not edited so forgive me or correct me hehe)

wc: 1.4k

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You’re reading in your bed, a candle used for light rather than the lamp beside it. It’s softer, making it easier for you to get tired while you read and try to keep your mind off anything but him. 

Everything you’re feeling tonight is the exact reason why you didn’t want to involve yourself with a corp member, let alone the Flame Hashira. His life is not his own, nor is it yours. He is devoted to the Demon Slayer Corps and always will be until he meets an untimely end or ages too far to fight. Even then, he wouldn’t step away, you know this about him. 

It’s something you’ve struggled to come to terms with, but it’s not like you can ask him to step down. It would go against everything he believes in and you don’t think you could forgive yourself if he actually did it. So you cope, the best you can while he’s gone on a mission. 

Every noise outside your house drags you away from the words on the page, but you insist on keeping it open and in your hands. It will at least make time pass faster. The clock on the wall ticks away, just as slowly as usual. Your eyes dart to it every few minutes, despite your best efforts. 

An hour passes and you feel your eyes getting heavy, your book falling on your chest, crinkling the pages you were on. Just as you feel the haze of sleep upon you, a crashing sound jolts you awake. 

Kyo stands in the doorway, blood dripping from a gash on his chest, his clothes torn around it soaked in blood. The smile on his face contrasts the way he must feel, absolutely wrecked. You throw the covers off you, getting ready to jump from the bed when he raises his hand. 

��-----,” his voice is hoarse as if he’s been yelling. 

The mission he’d been sent on wasn’t supposed to end this way. He’d only been asked to inspect a village of some rogue demon sightings, but no one had gone missing or been killed. There was much debate about whether wasting the time of a Hashira was even worth this. 

Whatever had happened, must have been brutal if Kyojuro was this cut up. Luckily, they sent him instead of another member of lower rank. 

“What happened?” You ask, sitting up as he drops his swords by the bedroom door and sheds his haori and then his uniform. 

“Shhh,” he hushes you, his palm caressing your cheek. “I’m okay.” 

“You’re bleeding,” you plead but his lips meet yours before you can say more. 

His lips are rough, moving against yours with the force of missing you. You grab his shoulders, holding yourself close to him. You feel him shudder as your pajamas rub against the cut on his chest. You try pulling away, but he grabs you and pulls you tighter against him. 

“I didn’t say it hurt,” he tells you against your lips, his forehead against yours. 

You nod gently as his hand reaches for the bow you’ve tied your top together with. It falls open, revealing your breasts to him. You gasp as he cups one in his hand, biting your neck before licking over it. His tongue is hot on your chilled skin, making you arch into him for more warmth. 

His fingers pinch your nipple, dragging a groan from your lips. Gently, he lays you down, crawling over you and kissing down your collarbone. Blood drips from his chest onto your stomach, the warm droplets igniting something in you you’ve never felt before. You try and push it away, but each one makes you burn hotter. 

His tongue circles your right nipple, his right hand caressing the other breast. You moan, closing your eyes and arching your breast, pushing more of your breast into his mouth. He sucks gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Your nails dig into his skin as he does, making him smile against your skin. 

“I’ve been thinking about this my entire journey back to you.” He tells you, looking up at you as his hand wanders between your bottoms. “What you would do when you saw me? How you would sound when I did this,” his fingers slip between your lips, finding your clit and slowly rubbing circles. 

Your breath catches in your throat, making you sound out a loud gasp. 

“Just like that, actually,” he answers himself as he slips a finger inside of you. “You’re even wetter than I imagined.” 

You smile, letting him finger you as he pleases and enjoying every fluid movement of his fingers in you. He knows your body better than you do at this point, so why would you ever ask for more? He will give you exactly what you need. 

“D-daddy,” you moan, the word slipping from your lips earlier than you usually would have allowed it. 

“That’s it,” he grins, kissing your cheeks. “Are you gonna cum for me?” 

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut tight as you feel that burning between your thighs. He kisses you, his tongue slipping between your lips and past your teeth as he devours you. His fingers curl inside of you, and you come undone beneath him. 

“That’s my girl,” he praises against your lips as you cum, your thighs squeezing together around his hand. 

You open your eyes to see his, a smile on his face. His eyes glow with pride and admiration, something you’ve come to crave every time you’re with him. You pull his face down to yours, kissing him forcefully as you use your hands to push him down on the bed on his back. 

As you slip your pants off, you notice you and him are both sticky with his blood, but he’ll be fine for the next few minutes at least. You straddle him after pulling his underwear off his body. He’s hard against you as you grind on his cock, letting your slickness coat him. 

He moans as he grabs your hips, letting you maintain control for now. You know it won’t last, but for now, it’s all you want. Guiding his cock inside you, you sit down on him, moaning at the fullness of him inside of you. 

“Fuck,” he curses, his eyes rolling back before he closes them and thrusts up into you. 

You take this as a good sign to start moving up and down on him. Leaning forward, you place your hands on either side of his head, watching his face contour with pleasure as you slowly ride him. His fingers dig into your hips, but you don’t mind. The bruises are always sweet reminders of the times spent with him. 

Part of you wonders if that’s all you’ll have of him one day, but you push that away. 

He starts to guide you, thrusting to meet each movement you make as you come down on him. Your breathing becomes heavy and you feel yourself coming close again, but you don’t want to cum too soon. You want him to cum first. 

“God,” he groans. “You feel amazing, baby.” 

“So good, daddy,” you moan, kissing him after. 

He grins against your lips as he thrusts harder into you from below. You gasp and he bites your bottom lip, eager to pull more and more noises out of you. It works, every time. You give him what he wants and he gives you what you need. 

“Need you to fill me up,” you moan against his lips between breaths. “Want to be so full of you.” 

His grin is all you need to know he’s going to do just that. He cums, a loud groan coming with it. You hold onto him and kiss him through it, letting yourself cum with him and clench around his cock. 

He pulls you off of him, and you lay beside him. Laying quietly you listen to the sound of his steady breathing. It’s become the most comforting sound you are familiar with. That, and his heartbeat. 

His eyes start to close, so you shake him. “No way are you sleeping before I clean you up.” 

“Baby,” he whines. 

“Infection,” you warn. “You need stitches.” 

“Only after I’ve covered us both in blood and made you cum a few times do you actually care about my injuries.” He grins, sitting up and teasing you. 

You shrug, “A girl has her needs. Besides, you started this.” 

He kisses your cheek before you get up to go search for your medical supplies in the bathroom.

[devildomcuties]

Golden ││ Levi ││

thank you for sending in this request :)

pairing: levi x f. reader

genre: established relationship, smut 18+

summary: Mammon poured all of the Golden Hellfire Newt Syrup into the soup, and now Levi wants you to stay as far away from him as possible. Do you listen? Of course not!

wc: 2.3k

warnings: spoilers ahead! ch. 21-ch. 22, dialogue from the OG game to set the scene, also yes, the banner has honey but I couldn't find gold syrup, insecurity (levi), levi is somewhat still under the influence of the syrup, making out, grinding, handjob, oral sex, hickeys, jealousy, cock slapping, degradation, demon!levi, facial, cum eating, levi uses his tail to keep your hands together

date: August 16, 2024

“Listen, love… Whatever you do, stay away from my room!” Levi explains, his cheeks flushing pink. “You got that?! Stay away!”

Levi’s words circle your mind as you leave Asmo’s bedroom after being interrupted by Lucifer. When did you become a delivery person for the House of Lamentation anyway?

Lucifer takes his leave after walking you to Levi’s bedroom, and you focus on Levi’s secret phrase, getting it correctly on the first try. After some praise from the third eldest, he allows you to enter his bedroom.

Levi stands nervously in front of you, his hands tucked in his pants pockets, eyes wide as he exclaims, “Ah, but wait! Stop right there!”

You come to a stop, surprised at the volume of his voice as the door shuts behind you, automatically locking to keep his brothers out.

“Don’t move! Not another step!” Levi shouts, covering his blushing face with his hand. Oh, no what was he going to do with you so close? Your sweet scent was already making his head spin, and the thoughts that ran through his head were anything but innocent.

“What if the Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup kicks in, huh? Wh-What then?” he stutters, cheeks aflame. He’s so nervous, so embarrassed, and blurts, “Like, I might lose control of myself and just… make a move on you!”

You’re silent as you approach him, wanting to ease his worries but he places his hand over his cheeks briefly, trying to hide his embarrassment. 

“Listen to me. Don’t come any closer, okay? No closer!” He warns as you set the package from Akuzon aside and take a few more steps toward him. You should listen to him, or perhaps leave but your first instinct is to offer comfort. You’ve been away from him for so long. You missed him dearly, and you just want to make everything better.

“What if I s-start acting like Asmo, all l-lewd and taken over by lust and…” Levi shakes his head furiously. The idea of acting like the Avatar of Lust makes his heart race. He would never be able to deal with the absolute humiliation it would cause when he comes to his senses.

“Aaaaaaah! I don’t even want to think about it!” Levi seems to go through all seven stages of grief as you remain silent in front of him. You want to reach out to him but you’re afraid it may make things worse.

Perhaps you should heed his advice and head to your bedroom.

“I trust you, Levi,” you tell him sincerely when he finally settles long enough for you to get a word in. 

“Love, I know you’re probably just saying that to make me feel better. Still, even if you don’t really mean it, I appreciate it.” Levi nods solemnly. “I sort of don’t trust myself right now…”

You give Levi space as he paces back and forth in his bedroom. Everyone has been affected by the syrup so differently but Levi seems to be most flustered by it. Perhaps since he knew from the start what it could do, what it meant for you.

“I mean, it’s not like you came back here to see me. Pfft, as if! Why would someone be interested in some otaku who hides in his room all day? You probably think I’m gross!” Levi rants as he tugs at his hair, and your heart sinks. 

You hated that he talked so negatively about himself, especially when you loved him so, just as he was. If only he could see himself like you saw him; if he knew that your love was true, that it was pure.

There would be battles Levi would have to face himself, like his self-image and insecurities, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t stand beside him through it all. You wanted to ease his worries and know that he was who you wanted and loved with all your heart.

“You should know, I actually missed you!” You state truthfully. You spent a lot of your time thinking about him, wondering if he was getting enough sleep, and having his meals, and hoping Mammon would ease off him a bit.

“As if you’d actually miss seeing me, pfft!” Levi immediately retorts with a snort. However before you can assure him, he crosses the distance between you, throwing his arms around you. Finally!

He apologizes, pink cheeks warm under the palms of your hands as you cup his face. 

“It’s like my body’s moving on its own…” he whispers confused. “Oh, no. Oh, no. This isn’t like me! Love, give me an order!”

You’re startled by his volume, panic clear in his tone as he tries to hold back his urges. 

“It doesn’t matter what it is!” He shouts. “Just tell me to do something, quick!” 

“Kiss me,” you order feeling bashful. 

“Why couldn’t you have made it something easier?!” Levi whines as his cheeks burn hotter under your hands. “Okay, here goes…”

Levi kisses you softly, shyly at first.

“Now suddenly all I want to do is keep going and move on to more high-level stuff…!” Levi admits, his ears now burning red. “I’ve been missing you ever since you left, you know? Every single day…”

You hold his hands in yours, admitting that you missed him as well.

“I have to make up for all of that time. And since you’re the one who ordered me to kiss you…” Levi kisses you again, taking your lead as you guide his hands to your waist. His hands shake as he grabs hold of you, moaning when your tongue slips past the seam of his lips.

“Love,” he moans as he steps back, feeling the syrup’s effects wear off somewhat. He wipes his brow, panting heavily. “I thought I was going to have a heart attack…”

You giggle, pulling him closer to you. He trips but grabs hold of your hips to steady himself. 

You moan at the rough touch, kissing him before he can stutter an apology. You’ve missed him dearly and you wanted to spend time with him, everyone else be damned. 

When the two of you pet for a much-needed breath, you shut off your DDD and his, wanting no interruptions when you devour him whole. 

“Fuck,” you curse as his hands slide under your shirt, moving upwards slowly to cup your breasts over your bra. 

You press your lips to him, nipping his bottom lip as his fingers tremble when they reach the hooks of your bra. He struggles for a moment to undo them, but he does so with ease. 

“I-I’ve been practicing,” he admits with rose-tinted cheeks. “I wanted to be better for your return.”

“With who?” you raise a brow, jealousy growing inside you.

“N-no one! I-I swear!” Levi quickly responds, stuttering as cold sweat beads on his forehead. His cheeks turn bright red as he points to his desk. On the flat surface, three little bra extenders sit connected by the hooks.

You giggle as your jealousy dissipates. You coo at Levi, kissing him to ease his embarrassment. It takes him a moment to relax, his heart racing as you deepen the kiss.

Levi normally allows you to take the lead, but he’s missed you so much, and remnants of the syrup still linger in his body. Perhaps that's the bit of courage he needs to tug you towards him, his hands moving from your hips down to your ass.

“Levi,” his name escapes you in a sweet moan that makes his cock throb. He silences you with his lips, squeezing your ass before he leads you to the bathtub.

It's large enough to fit the two of you comfortably. 

You waste no time straddling him, your hands grip his hair to give it a firm tug. Your name rolls off his tongue in a wanton moan that makes you pulsate.

Levi nips your bottom lip as his hands move to your shirt, tugging on it until you raise your arms over your head. He takes it off you and tosses it somewhere in his bedroom.

Slowly, Levi kisses his way down to your neck, biting and sucking to leave his mark behind. He groans when your fingers weave through his hair, gently tugging as his face settles between your breasts. 

Levi’s tongue is hot against your skin as he licks one breast and then the other. 

“I-I’ve missed you so much,” he stutters with a tiny smile before he takes one pert nipple into his mouth. His nails drag down your sides, his hips rising to meet yours as you unbutton your pants.

“Levi,” you breathe as you hold him to your chest, rolling your hips against his. Levi curses, his demon form threatening to come out if things continue to heat up. You’d think he’d have better control over it by now.

Your hands make quick work of his clothes before you strip down to your panties. The two of you pant as you look at each other; cheeks flush, and bashful smiles.

“Lie down,” You demand as you push Levi down by his broad shoulders. He was ripped, something that made you drool. 

Levi eyes you shyly as you kiss him again, moaning softly before you trail kisses down his chest. Your tongue runs over his abs, leaving little marks on his skin as you palm his cock over his boxers.

“Fuck, baby,” Levi groans as his eyes flutter shut, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as you tug his boxers down his thighs.

Levi covers his mouth with his hand.  Your eyes sparkle when you see his thick cock. You wrap your hand around him, spitting on the head.

Levi’s sure he’s going to bust before you even get his dick in your pretty little mouth.

A surge of confidence fills him for a moment, encouraged by the hungry look in your eye. Levi wraps his hand around his cock, spreading your spit up and down his length. Your eyes follow his movements closely, nearly drooling as you move your face closer to it.

You ignore the slight ache on your knees as you press your hands to your thighs, feeling your panties grow wetter by the second.

Levi presses the head of his cock to your lips. You kiss it, swirling your tongue around it after. Chuckling, Levi shakes his head.

“Show me your tongue,” he commands, and you do so eagerly. Levi praises you, smacking his cock on your tongue a few times before rewarding you with his length.

You suck his dick, flicking your tongue on the underside before teasing the slit. Levi curses. His eyes squeeze shut as you take him further into your mouth, only pulling off when you gag and gasp for breath.

Levi watches as you lick up one side of his cock and down the other, rolling his balls in your hand before moving downward and taking them in your mouth.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he groans as you bob up and down on his length. He hits the back of your throat and sees stars. 

You don’t ease up, sucking, slurping, kissing, licking as he threads his fingers in your hair. Levi is filled with pleasure, feeling euphoric as you choke on his cock like the little slut you are. 

You have one hand rubbing between your legs, and the other grips Levi’s thigh to support yourself as you continue to suck his cock and balls. He’s a mess of salvia and precum but you seem unbothered as you pop off him to catch a breath.

Levi strokes your hair with one hand. The other he uses to slap his cock on your cheek until you open your mouth to welcome him in once more.

“Just like that, baby. You look so cute sucking my fat cock,” he smirks as his body grows hotter, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as you choke on him once more.

Levi moans your name, warning you that he’s about to cum but you continue to suck him off, ignoring the ache in your jaw.

You take him deep in your mouth, your nose pressed to his pelvis as you meet his gaze. You feel something wrap around your calf, realizing Levi has released his demon form as he loses control of himself. His tail is wrapped around you, needing to feel you close as you swallow around him, causing him to nearly growl before he pulls out of your mouth.

“You’re mine,” he grunts as he strokes his cock. You nod, agreeing wholeheartedly as you feel the warmth of his release land on your cheek, lips, and chin.

Levi groans as he finishes, milking every last drop of cum from his cock. 

You giggle as you stare up at him.

Levi kisses you, tasting himself on your lips and tongue.

“Let’s take care of you, okay?” he asks as he uses two fingers to swipe the cum off your cheek, pressing it to your lips. You welcome his fingers into your mouth eagerly, licking and sucking them clean as he smirks.

“Can’t help yourself, huh? Such a cum-hungry slut,” Levi chuckles before he kisses you again. You tug his bottom lip, making him whine before you release him.

Levi licks the cum off your chin, giggling at the surprised look that crosses your face.

Without another word, Levi has you underneath him in the tub. Your hands are pinned in front of you, held together by his tail before he settles between your legs, placing each one on his shoulders.

“Levi!” you exclaim when he tugs you towards him, his tongue running up your wet folds.

“You’ve had your fun, love. Now it’s my turn,” Levi grins as he licks his lips, tasting you on them. You’re excited to see this side of Levi, though you’re not sure how much of a role the Golden Hellfire Newt Syrup will play in your relationship in the future, you’d enjoy Levi’s confidence while it lasts.

Who knows, perhaps you’d venture into it again.

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[pastel0rchid]

A Gift from the Gods (5)

Hiccup x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None that I can think of

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“Can you stretch your left wing a bit more?”

The voice belonged to Hiccup, who stood behind you while drawing in a sketchbook. Following his directions silently, you lift your left wing as prompted while your gaze remains on the wall ahead of you. It had been four days since you’d been taken to Dragon’s Edge and decided to stay as long as the dragon riders would let you.

The first two days were rough in terms of getting accustomed to being around other people after years of being surrounded only by dragons. You mainly stuck by Hiccup’s side, finding his presence the most comforting of the dragon riders. It also helped that Toothless seemed to be growing fond of you.

The others were still curious about you and your existence, except for Astrid, who remained cautious since your arrival. She never talked to you besides a few words here and there, sticking to watching you from the sidelines as if expecting an attack from you at any second.

You understood where her feelings were coming from. This group was her pack. You’ve seen dragons kill others to protect their pack when they felt it was being threatened.

Snotlout and the twins were still an enigma to you, especially the twins. Snotlout was loud and crass, saying words that made your stomach churn uncomfortably and your heckles rise. The twins were a mystery, always showing up when you least expected them and causing your fight or flight to kick in. You’ve accidentally hit Tuffnut with your wings a few times out of shock. He seemed to weirdly like the pain.

Besides Hiccup, Fishlegs was one that you were slowly growing accustomed to. While touring the island, he realized you didn’t know the names of dragon species when he heard you call a wild monstrous nightmare a ‘Flame.’ He decided then and there that he would teach you these things from something called “The Book of Dragons.” His teachings started a day ago.

Now, here you stood outside Hiccup’s hut, wings spread and standing still as Hiccup drew you in his sketchbook with surprising accuracy. Toothless lay off to the side, beginning to doze off as he watched the movements of his rider.

He circles around you, getting a viewpoint of your wings from all angles, soon stopping behind you. While keeping your gaze on the wall, the silence of the room is occasionally interrupted by Hiccup’s muttering or the sound of charcoal against the paper.

Your heart thunders in your chest as you can feel Hiccup’s presence behind you, his eyes observing every detail of your wings as if he didn’t want to miss a single one. Your body tenses when Hiccup suddenly steps closer to you from behind, mumbling even more to himself as if he didn’t realize what he had done.

The skin on the back of your neck raises in goosebumps as you feel his breath dance across it.

“Incredible.” Hiccup mutters to himself as he observes your wings, and your stomach can’t help but flutter with pride at his words. He thought your wings were incredible. Hiccup sketches silently for a few more minutes, focused so intently on getting every detail right that he didn’t notice how he was leaning ever so closer.

An unknown feeling blooms in your chest as you can feel him get closer, but your gaze stays directed to the wall, afraid that even moving an inch would pop the atmospheric bubble you had found yourself in.

You were always told to protect yourself from people who weren’t in your clan. You were told they saw your people as monsters, demons that needed to be slain. This was proved by the slaughtering of your family. So much bloodshed and loss because of the wings bestowed upon them by the Gods themselves.

You knew the dangers of people. That’s why you lived in a secluded forest surrounded only by dragons for years upon years.

Hiccup shattered that belief in only a few days… and you let him.

Your muddled thoughts were sharply interrupted by the feeling of fingers grazing softly over your wings. The touch is so featherlight that you wouldn’t have felt it without the years of learning to hone in on your senses during your time in the forest. Your body reacts before you can even think, turning quickly to face Hiccup and barely managing to fold your wings back so they wouldn’t smack him.

The pink welt on his cheek that you gave him was just starting to heal. It would’ve been a shame to give him another one.

Toothless perks his head up, torn out of his dazed state into an alert one at how swiftly you had moved.

Hiccup’s green eyes were wide with shock as he stared down at you, his hand still slightly outstretched to where your wing previously was. Your eyes stare back, torn between a harsh glare for suddenly touching you and a silent plea for more. That last part scared you more than anything. Your senses were becoming overwhelmed too quickly once again, and you wanted nothing more than to flee.

Noticing this, Hiccup scrambles to find a way to fix his mistake and hopefully calm your nerves.

“Flight!”

His sudden shout causes your body to flinch, but you do freeze, his loud voice stunning you into place. Hiccup quickly clears his throat, having not expected his voice to come out that loud in his desperate search for a way to shift the tension. His hand gestures to Toothless, who stares at Hiccup with a confused look from his shouting.

“Let’s… Let’s go for a flight.”

The words come out quickly but are in a softer tone than the one before. You gaze between Hiccup and Toothless, the dragon just as confused as you were, but his words do calm your nerves. Even just a little bit.

It had been a while since you’d been flying, sticking mainly to the ground while taking in your new surroundings. Looking back at Hiccup, you give him a slight nod in response to his suggestion. It was about time you spread your wings anyway.

—

The wind surrounds your body as you soar through the sky, your wings spread behind you and occasionally flapping to keep you upright. To your left, Toothless does the same with Hiccup perched upon his back.

The flight was silent between the two of you. Your gaze mainly focused ahead, and you managed to miss Hiccup stealing glances your way. Your eyes slowly close at the feeling of the wind on your face, a relaxed look overcoming your features as you fly beside Toothless.

This was where you belonged. High above the clouds without a care in the world.

Hiccup watches you as you fly with your eyes closed, observing how tranquil you look. A sudden smack from Toothless’ ear fin brings the teen back to his senses, glaring down silently towards the dragon, who looks back at him with a smug look.

“Not a word.” He mumbles to Toothless before looking back toward you, freezing when you are nowhere in sight. His head whips around, his eyes looking over the tops of the clouds as he tries to find where you have gone. A shout of excitement cuts through the air, causing him to look up towards the source of the sound, and a small smile invades his lips at what he finds.

You had flown a bit higher before outstretching your arms and letting your body freefall. Your body whizzes past Toothless, who watches you curiously as you soon disappear back under the clouds.

Without much thinking, Hiccup gently pats the side of Toothless’ neck, the dragon giving a confused sound at his action, which quickly turns into a roar when Hiccup jumps off of Toothless’ back towards you.

Your eyes had barely fluttered open before they widened in shock at Hiccup freefalling beside you. Fear courses through your veins at the sight, but Hiccup gives you an ever-widening grin. Before you can process it, Hiccup shoves his hands into something attached to his legs and spreads his arms.

A laugh of shock leaves your lips at the sight as you spread your wings to slow your falling into a glide. Hiccup had some type of fabric attached from his wrists to his legs, and his own body had lurched to a glide beside your own. Remaining with your back to the ground, Hiccup maneuvered his body to glide above you, his eyes sparkling in excitement as your smile slowly began to match his own.

With seconds feeling like hours, your eyes remain locked as you both glide together below the clouds.

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[absurdthirst]

Thy Kingdom Cum {Priest!Ezra x Nun!F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 9.1k

Warnings: Blasphemy, inaccuracies with nuns/religious inaccuracies, religious guilt, lust, desire, demonic possession, dark intentions, sexual corruption, loss of innocence, virgin reader, oral sex (male and female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, derogatory language, sex in a confessional, cock riding, pregnancy, mentions of prophesy, end of times, unnatural childbirth, death

Comments: The new priest's arrival to your parish has you doubting your commitment to God.

A/N: Spooky season demands horror.

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You remember the day you first met him. The new priest. You were just finishing up your prayers when he strode in, a wide grin on his face, and your fellow nuns looked up at him from their bibles. Your eyes widened and your first thought was how handsome he is. His dark eyes are gorgeous and your stomach clenched. You immediately looked back down at your bible, asking God for forgiveness for your lust.

“Praise be to God for such a beautiful sight for sinful eyes.” Ezra smiles as he takes in the sight of the nuns bent over in prayer, his eyes flashing slightly before they settle into a benevolent expression. “Forgive my brash introduction, my name is Ezra. I believe that the Monsignor has assigned this flock to be guided by my firm and loving hand.” 

You shouldn’t be feeling this way. The tightening in your stomach, the wetness between your thighs, but his presence has forever changed you. When you joined the abbey, you prayed for happiness, for peace away from your violent father, and sought refuge in the only place you could run to without money. You were prepared to dedicate your life and your body to God. You were ready to sacrifice your dream of marriage and children in pursuit of a holier purpose. This man arriving has put your decision in doubt. He left the circle of women, striding off with the bishop to see his new quarters. Your friend, Natalia, looked over at you with raised eyebrows but you shook your head, trying to rid yourself of your lustful thoughts. It’s a sin.

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It’s been a few days since Father Ezra arrived and you have been working hard with the children in the school. You teach the younger ones reading and writing skills and you are heading back to your room when you bump into him. Literally. “Father Ezra. Apologies. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You confess, lowering your hand from his chest as you step back to look at him.

“Do not worry about extending apologies, little bird.” Ezra hums, nodding to with a charming smile that he knows lowers defenses. “A humble mistake is not any reason to fret. Where are you off to in such a hurry?” It might be considered ungentlemanly to ask, but even though he is a man of the cloth, Ezra has never considered himself a gentleman. He is too raw for that. “Needing some time on your knees?”

You swallow, your throat suddenly dry as you imagine sinking down to your knees in front of him. “Ye-yes. I must pray today. My thoughts have been…sinful.” You confess, “I need to pray and ask for forgiveness, Father.” You admit, unable to stop yourself from looking up at him from under your lashes.

Ezra frowns, feigning concern as he leans closer, cupping your elbow. “My child, do you wish to confess?” He asks, his voice slipping low and taking on a seductive tone. “Releasing you from your ….. burdens always makes them seem insignificant once you are sated, purged of the sin.”

Your mouth drops open at the tone of his voice and it’s seductive, making your stomach twist and your cunt clench. This is wrong. So wrong. “I- I cannot confess what I am feeling when I have not felt it before, Father. I must - I must go.” You choke out, ripping your elbow from his grip and you rush down the hall. When you arrive at your door, you slam it behind you and rush over to the bed, pushing your dress up, your fingers slip beneath the elastic of your panties and you cover your mouth to stop your moan when your fingers brush your clit. “God forgive me.” You plead into your palm as you imagine Ezra’s fingers inside you.

If you had turned around, you would have seen Ezra’s eyes turn black as night, the whites of his eyes gone. The demon inside chuckling at the confusion and turmoil brewing inside you. “That is my little bird.” He hums to himself, knowing you are perfect. Blinking and his eyes change back to normal, adopting a peaceful smile as he continues to walk down the hall past your room just in time to hear your muffled moan.

****

Your fingers grip your skirt as you sit in the pew, Father Ezra is giving his sermon to the congregation and you can't help but focus on his thick fingers as he gestures while he speaks. His voice is deep, slightly raspy from the damp that lingers in the church, and you squeeze your thighs together. You shouldn't feel this way but he's haunted you. The way he smells as he passes you in the hall. The chuckle that vibrates through you. The dark eyes that seem to see right through you. You have touched yourself and begged the Lord to forgive you.

“Have you gotten on your knees today?” Ezra asks the crowd of church goers, but his eyes focus on the rows that house the nuns. Searching for one in particular. Watching as your shoulders curl in shame. He has not seen you in confession, nor heard your voice. He would know if you had been in there, he had volunteered to take every shift lately, just to see if you would confess. “Have you laid yourself bare for the Holy Spirit to enter you?”

A squeak escapes your lips and Natalia looks over at you, her eyebrows raised, and you shake your head, focusing on the wooden pew in front of you. Ezra's words made your cunt clench and you nearly rip your skirt as you try to focus on the Lord and not on his mouthpiece who is making you feel hot under your headpiece.

“You should be Lord’s vessel. Let him fill you. Take pleasure from it.” Ezra’s lips curl when your eyes widen and your head dips lower. Imagining the dirty thoughts that are flowing through your innocent mind. The audience nods along, and he hums. “To do so will bring you joy, such joy that you will be screaming to the heavens.”

You swallow harshly, shifting on the uncomfortable wooden pew, and you imagine Ezra looming above you, making you scream. Your impure thoughts should make the Lord strike you here and now, but you remain in your place, imagining dirty things while Ezra’s voice echoes in your ears.

He sees you squirm, satisfied that he has curled under your skin and poked at the awakening desires that you have long tamped down. He knows his face is appealing, his body - though it is clothed in the boring robes of a priest - is fit and healthy. He is attractive and he knows how to use that against you. “There is no shame in seeking out the Lord.” He coos. “Come closer and you will be rewarded.”

It seems to take forever but soon, Ezra is stepping down from the pulpit and shaking the hands of the congregation while the nuns stand and greet other worshippers. Some children from the school are with their parents and a couple come over to you with their son, Victor. “Oh Victor comes home and rambles on and on about his favorite teacher.” His mom coos and you smile, “he’s a wonderful student. We are lucky to have him.” His mom tuts, “the children are lucky to have you- oh, Father. Please, you must hear this. Victor simply adores his favorite teacher. You must ensure she is rewarded somehow.”

Ezra smiles, his eyes alight with delight as he takes the woman’s hand and holds it in his. “Of course I will.” He winks at Victor, who frowns at the priest. He doesn’t like Ezra, although he is always told to hush when he says such things. Ezra says your name breezily; his tongue rolling over the letters like honey. “-is a fine nun. One of my best.” He adds, looking towards you. “So giving, so obedient.”

You barely suppress your shiver at his words and he leans a little closer to you or did you imagine that? “I try to serve the Lord as best I can.” You offer Victor and his parents a smile before they bid you goodbye, leaving you with Father Ezra. “That was very nice of you, Father.” You murmur, keeping your gaze across the room until you turn to look at him and those dark eyes capture you in their depths.

He tilts his head in curiosity. “You do not think you deserve a reward?” He asks, surprised by the fact you had not leapt at the chance. “No.” You shake your head and he tuts. “Everyone deserves rewards for their good deeds.” He purrs, reaching for your hand and clasping it between his. Despite looking completely innocent to the others passing by, his finger strokes your palm gently.

You inhale shakily, your eyes on his as he smiles softly. “I do not deserve a reward. I have sinned. I need a punishment. I think…I wish to confess to my sins, Father.” You murmur and his smile turns into a smirk, “I shall be in the booth in ten minutes.” You nod, hands hot when he releases one of them, and he makes his way through the crowd. Your heart is pounding and you know you need to confess so you may repent for your lustful thoughts.

Ezra slides into the booth, ignoring taking sacrament for himself like he always does and opens the door that connects the confessional. Eagerly awaiting your arrival to hear what sins you have committed.

You watch as the congregation leaves and you inhale deeply as you make your way to the booth. It appears that no one wants to confess today so you are alone when you pull the curtain aside and settle on the hard bench. You make a cross on your chest and close your eyes, “bless me Father for I have sinned. It’s been three weeks and two days since I last confessed.” Funnily enough, that was the same time Ezra arrived.

“That is a long time, little bird.” Ezra tuts softly, noting that you had confessed right before he had arrived. “Surely your sins are not so great as to be such a burden on your shoulders. Tell me of them.”

Your stomach twists and you fidget on the seat. “I- I have lustful thoughts. Constantly. I see - I see this man and it’s - it’s like I cannot control myself. I find myself getting…getting wet and I dream about him. I wake up aching and I have to relieve myself. I have sinned by touching myself. I feel like I’m out of control. Driven by lust and I need relief. I need God to take these feelings away from me so I can focus on being Godly, on being a good girl.”

“What do you imagine doing with this man?” He asks, his voice slipping lower as he leans into the screen. “What have you imagined doing to him, or him to you that would inspire such actions?”

His deep voice makes you shiver and you lean closer to the screen that separates you from him. “I imagine…him touching me. Me touching him.” You confess with an almost whisper. “Touching?” He hums and you swallow, “I think about kneeling down and-” Ezra smirks but you can’t see, “and?” You inhale shakily, “taking his penis into my mouth. I imagine him touching me. Squeezing my - my breasts and sliding his hand into my pa-panties.” You manage to squeak out.

Ezra’s cock twitches, smirking to himself as he hums. “You imagine this man having sex with you?” He asks. “Carnal lust? Have you ever sinned like this before or are you pure?” It’s simply to know, to see if you will tell him the truth. He knows you are innocent and he likes that.

You grip your skirt in your fingers, almost ripping the material as you confess softly, “I am pure. I- I imagine him having sex with me. Taking me like - like a whore.” You admit, “please forgive me.” You rush out, knowing you shouldn’t be feeling like this.

“It is not my place to forgive you, or judge you.” He reminds you. “I am just as flawed as you. Burdened by the same temptations of the flesh.” He licks his lips. “Pleasure was created by God. We are made in his image. So God must understand our lust.”

You nod, agreeing with Father Ezra, "so what do I do? I took a vow, pledged myself to the Lord and I am struggling to maintain that vow. The devil beckons me to the darkness and I am slipping, the temptation is too much." You confess breathlessly.

“You must spend time with this man.” Ezra councils. “Learn that he is flawed like you. Spend as much time with him as you can. Acclimate to your desires.”

You nod despite him not being able to see you. "Father...if that is your suggestion, may we begin bible study together? I wish to spend time with you." You confess your attraction to him with burning cheeks but you need to quell the desire you have for him.

Ezra makes a faux sound of surprise, as if he was unaware of your thoughts towards him. “Little bird, come to my quarters tonight.” He urges you. “Together we will conquer this temptation.”

You sigh a little in relief, “I will bring my bible and my rosary, Father.” You promise and you don’t see the grin on his face as he dismisses you. The rest of the day seems to drag and you are reprimanded by the abbess until you are finished with your work. You exhale shakily as you make your way down the halls to Father Ezra’s quarters. Bible in hand as you knock on his door.

Ezra opens the door, a small smile on his face as he greets you. “Come in.” He motions you inside his apartment and closes the door behind you. His frock has been set aside, dressed in casual clothes as he moves towards the small kitchen. “Would you like some tea?” He offers.

You glance around at his place, so much bigger than your shared room, and you nod, "that would be lovely." You set your bible down on the table and he gestures for you to sit. You go to pull out the chair but he shakes his head, "sit on the sofa. Much more comfortable." Your stomach twists and you take a seat, adjusting your skirt.

Ezra busies himself, pouring the tea that he had already made and brings two cups over to the sofa to sit beside you. “So. I think we should address the elephant in the room.” He chuckles quietly, setting the cups down on the coffee table and he puts his hand on your knee. “You are sexually attracted to me.” He hums bluntly. “And I find you to be a most ravishing creature, fueling impure thoughts as I stroke my cock at night.”

Your eyes widen as you look at him, his face calm and neutral as he speaks and your cunt clenches at the dark look in his eye that gives away his desires. “Tell me about them.” You plead breathlessly, wanting to hear more from his lips.

He nods seriously, even though he is giddy that you are playing into his hands. His thumb brushes your knee gently, moving up slightly under your skirt. “Your bare body, spread out for me to worship. That’s what I would be doing. Worshiping you with my tongue, my lips. Tasting your sex and licking you until you are weeping my name.” His voice is set at a low growl, watching you intently as he speaks. “Sucking at your breasts, kissing your lips, covering you with my seed.”

You whimper, unable to stop yourself, and you watch him as he licks his lips almost as if he’s tasting you already. “God forgive me.” You choke, shifting to stand up but his grip on your knee tightens, “God will forgive you. This is natural, little bird. You are Eve. I am Adam.” He murmurs, leaning closer and you breathe him in. “It’s natural.” You repeat his reasoning, “it’s how it should be.” You murmur, eyes flicking down to his lips. “The way God intended.” Ezra hums and you choke, “God forgive us.” You gasp and surge forward, pressing your lips to his.

Ezra groans in triumph, pulling you close as your lips collide with his. It’s inelegant, unpracticed, but that just makes the sensation even more intoxicating. Feeling your breath catch in your throat when his tongue slides along your lips, your gasp gives him the access he craves. Devouring your innocence and stripping it away from you. Your breasts are pressed against his chest and he immediately pulls off your veil, uncovering your hair and running his hands over it possessively. 

You moan into his mouth, your fingers gripping his shirt in a desperate need to get closer to him. His tongue slides against yours and you desperately want to be good for him. To please him like he’s God himself. Your hands caress his chest, eager to touch every part of him you can reach.

Ezra licks into your mouth for a long moment, until you are panting and he pulls away. “Get on your knees for me, little bird.” He coos, stroking your cheek and running his thumb over your lips. “Your wish of sucking my cock will come true. The supplication of your mouth shall make your cunt drip like a river of honey.”

You know you should get up and leave but you can’t. It’s like something is holding you there and you can’t help yourself. You shift onto your knees, eager for him and you watch as he chuckles, reaching for his belt.

Ezra smirks as he flicks the leather out of the loops of his pants. “My little bird, on her knees waiting for me to fill her mouth.” He coos, pulling the belt free and then unbuttoning his trousers to unzip them.

You have never seen a naked man in real life. You’ve seen photos, art mainly, and your eyes widen when you see his cock. He’s thick and the tip of him is red as he hardens in front of your face. “Tell me what to do.” You demand, wanting to please him.

Reaching for your hand, he helps you wrap your fingers around his length. Groaning your name as he moves it up down his shaft slowly. “Just like this.” He instructs. “Firmly. Feel how hard I am for you?”

You watch in rapture, feeling the hot velvety length of his cock in your grip and you want to please him. Your panties are slick, almost uncomfortable as you look up at him. “I did this to you?” You ask, biting your lower lip as you try to concentrate.

“You have brought me to this point of aching need.” He groans, nodding. 

You whimper at his words, leaning forward, “I want to taste you.” You naively wrap your lips around the head, surprised at the salty taste, but you hum, enjoying it and his reaction as his chest heaves.

Ezra grits his teeth together, his fingers curling around your hair and he barely resists pulling it. “That’s it, little bird.” He hisses through his teeth, narrowing his vision on where you are lapping at the tip innocently.

“Supplicate yourself like a whore. Open your mouth wider and worship my cock like it is your god.”

Your cunt clenches at his words and you open your mouth wider, taking his cock deeper into your mouth. You moan, closing your eyes but his voice snaps at you, “eyes on me.” You look up at him and inhale sharply, nearly choking on him when you see his eyes flash black for a brief moment until they return back to the deep brown. His hand caresses your cheek and you focus on his cock again, gripping the length you can’t fit into your mouth.

He can smell how wet you are. “You dreamed of this, little bird. Serving me like this. On your knees like the common whore you want to be. Your pretty little untouched cunt weeping for my cock to fill it.” He groans, smirking down at you. “Hmmm, that’s right. I know you want me to stretch you out on my cock. Ruin you. Make you ache while you say your Hail Mary’s.”

You moan around his cock, knowing you should be struck for thinking these things let alone doing them. You'd be dripping onto the floor if you weren't wearing panties. You grip his cock a little harder and he hisses, making you loosen your grip.

“No.” Ezra grunts, grabbing your chin and squeezing. “Don’t let up.” He urges you. “Your mouth would bring me to my knees if I were standing. Such innocent debauchery.”

His words have your heartbeat sounding in your ears and you feel like you’re on fire. You moan around him and squeeze his cock again. When you take him too deep, you choke, spit flying as you sputter and he tuts, “you can do it, little bird.” You catch your breath and take him back into your mouth.

He watches in rapture as your throat stretches around him. Sliding his hand down to feel the bulge of your neck and groaning your name filthily. “No greater beauty to witness than your sin.”

His words make you whimper around him and you slide your hand down to cup his balls, acting on instinct, and you moan when he tilts his head back, displaying his neck as he groans. You want to taste him. All of him.

The sound that pour out of his mouth are filthy; worthy of any porno that could be produced and he starts to rock his hips up. “Just a cock hungry little whore, aren’t you?” He growls, gripping your shoulder as he leans back. “Singing praises to god but daydreaming about drinking my cum down with that same mouth.”

You want him to fall apart for you, to spill down your throat, to fill you with your sins. His fingers dig into your shoulder and you don’t get a warning when he lets out a strangled cry as he starts to cum. Hot spurts of seed hit the back of your throat and you struggle to swallow as he grabs the back of your head to keep you in place.

His growls are feral, dark. Eyes closed so you don’t see the darkness inside him. Enjoying the way your throat closes around him. Drinking him down and gasping around his length when you are overwhelmed  by how much he is cumming.

You sputter as it becomes too much, cum dripping down your chin, and you look up at him as his fist clenched and his grip on your neck starts to hurt. “Father.” You gasp when he pulls his cock from your mouth, “Ezra.”

“Now it is your turn, little bird.” He smirks, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet to drag you towards his bed. Unlike the ones in the nun’s rooms, he has a full sized bed so there is more room to stretch out.

You stumble as he drags you until he spins you and pushes you down on the bed. Your body is heated, desperate for him to strip you down and ruin you. You’re already sinned. You are all in. “Ezra.” You gasp when his hands drag the shift from your body.

You are his. Ezra hums as he looks down on you. His hands sliding over your body greedily. Gorging himself on the feel of your flesh beneath his hands. “More beautiful than the heavens.” He coos softly. “Surely your body was created by a being of pleasure.”

His words wash over you and you shiver under his touch, “we are all created in His image.” You murmur, eyes opening to look up as he looms above you. He looks like an angel and devil all wrapped in one and you are prepared to let him destroy you.

His own clothes are shredded from his frame. Eager to debase you, defile you. He wraps his hand around his still softened cock and squeezes it. “Now you must learn why the church forbids making love with your mouth.” He smirks. “Because no one would want to stop.”

You watch as he kneels on the bed and almost slithers up your legs like the snake who seduced Eve and you can understand her when Ezra settles between your legs. His dark eyes trail along your body and he pushes your thighs apart. "Don't be embarrassed, little bird. You are made from Him. You are mine." He groans and leans closer to nudge your folds with his nose. Looking up at you with a smirk and your chest heaves at the shine on the tip of his aquiline nose. "Shit." You curse, unable to find the words.

He watches as he opens his mouth and slowly devours you. Taking your cunt into his mouth like he is biting into the juiciest peach. Groaning at your silky innocence. The surprise in your eyes when the sublime sensation of his tongue slides through your folds for the first time. He hums as he teases you with the slow, luxurious assault.

You can't stop the moan that escapes your lips if you try. Your back arches as a wetness you've never experienced between your legs makes you cry out. He's slow and methodical, making you whimper in response. "Ezra." You gasp, when he flicks the tip of his tongue over your clit.

He chuckles and pulls away just long enough to see a pout starting to form on your lips. “Father Ezra.” He corrects, lips twisting into a wicked grin. “My dear, sweet sister.”

His words, albeit innocent in another context, make you shudder with lust. So devilish. "Father Ezra." You moan, "please." You beg, needing his mouth back on your clit.

“As you command.” He winks at you and starts to devour you again. This time making it filthy. Pulling sounds from your cunt by the slide of his tongue and adding his own sounds to make it sound even more wicked.

He sucks on your fold, pulling it up and you whine at the sensation. It's more than you've ever done to yourself when you guiltily slid your hand into your panties at night when Natalia slept. Your fingers on one hand tangle in his hair while the other hand squeezes your breast, lost in the pleasure.

You give yourself completely over to the sensations, to the sin of lust. Making Ezra growl as he pushes his tongue inside your cunt, his nose pressed to your clit as he spears the muscle inside you.

You have read about heaven in so many ways but never have you read about reaching heaven before death. On a man's tongue. You swear you see angels as he laps deep inside your pussy and sends you soaring. "Oh God." You gasp, thighs squeezing his head and he pulls back for a second, "God ain't here, little bird. I am." He smirks before he dives back in and his sinful nature makes your stomach clench. "Fuck." You curse, the word feeling foreign but so right for the moment.

He smirks into your sex, knowing that soon enough you will be crying out that word again and again. When he fills you with his cock and actually fucks you. Claiming you for himself and stealing you from God. Now, he grips your hips and eats your cunt like he is starved for it. Pushing you closer to the edge with every flick of his tongue.

You feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest but in the best way. You tug on his hair, pushing him impossibly further into your sex and he growls, the vibrations making your eyes roll into the back of your head. "Ez- Father Ezra!" You cry, panting as you fall apart for him, his tongue squashed by your clenching walls as you shake for him.

Your cunt gushes for him. Flooding his mouth, his face, with your juices. Gifting hun with the rewards of making you cum just like he had earlier. His cock is hard again, pressing against the bed and leaking all over the sheets as he works you through your first orgasm by another person.

You sigh in bliss, feeling boneless, and Ezra smirks as he looks up at you. “Good, little bird?” You nod, “so good. I- I want more.” You declare, greedy for him, for the pleasure you’ve denied yourself for so long.

He grins, triumphant and eager to slide inside you before you change your mind. He nods and slithers back up your body, kissing your lips and letting you taste yourself.

You grab his cheeks, sliding your tongue against his, and you feel his hard cock pressing into your thigh as he hovers over you. “Make me yours. Take what belongs to you.” You demand, wanton as the pleasure lingers.

The permission granted, Ezra growls your name, moving his hand between your bodies to position himself at your virgin entrance. “Mine, little bird. Your wings are clipped and in my cage you shall remain.”

His words make you moan and he starts to push himself into you. Your moan turns into a gasp, slightly pained, as he starts to stretch you out. “Oh God.” You murmur, closing your eyes as you try to breathe.

“God isn’t here.” He reminds you, voice raspy and dark. He feels the resistance your body give, pausing for a second before he snaps his hips forward and buries himself to the hilt.

Your cry of pain is swallowed by him when he surges down to press his lips to yours. “It’s okay, little bird.” He promises, pecking your lips, and you whimper into his mouth while his hand caresses your slide, sliding up to squeeze your breast.

You feel like a glove, hot and tight around him. Fitted to his cock perfectly. Ezra groans your name. “Perfection.” He praises breathlessly. “You are the epitome of perfection. Exactly as you were intended, impaled on my cock and filled with me.”

You moan at his words, dripping in lust and sin, and you are his now. Your vow to God long forgotten as you clench around his cock, adjusting to the foreign feel of his thickness stretching you out. “Corrupt me. Ruin me.” You beg, lifting your legs to push on his ass with your heels.

He smirks as he starts to move. Hearing exactly what he wanted to hear coming out of your mouth. He grunts, filth starting to pour out of him as he rocks his hips. “Such a tight little cunt. Squeezing around my cock. A natural slut, just begging for me to fuck you, aren’t you? Yeah, you’re my slut now.”

You whimper, unable to stop yourself as you nod, “yes. Yes. Yours. Please, Father Ezra. Take what is yours.” You plead pathetically, losing your dignity as he thrusts into you. You whine when he pushes deep and your hands slide along his back, “I’m yours.”

Ezra loses himself in you. Your whimpers and whines of pleasure spur him on. Pumping deep and hard into your tight cunt and loving the way your body takes him. He growls in your ear, bites along your jaw and hisses in pleasure when your walls flutter around him.

You can do nothing but submit to him. Letting him use your body for his pleasure. His cock pushes deep and you whimper when he kisses along your jaw. “Oh God.” You gasp when he lowers his hips and pelvis rubs against your clit.

He chuckles and bites your lip. “Better than god, my sweet little one.” He coos. “God doesn’t make you feel like this.”

“N-no. He doesn’t. Have never felt like this before. Shit. It’s so good. Sinning feels so good.” You confess against his chin, moaning his name again. “Faith has never made me feel like my body is on fire.”

“It can’t.” He agrees. “It’s too selfish to provide you with pleasure like this.” He leans down and kisses you again, sliding his tongue into your mouth while his hand slips between your bodies. Eager to feel you cum on his cock.

His fingers on your clit has you clenching around his cock, your moan swallowed by his tongue, and your nails scratch down his back. He rocks into you, his fingers rubbing your clit, and you are so close. The same feeling you've experienced when you've sinned in your bed in the middle of the night. This is more intense than that. "Fuck." You moan, wrapping your legs around his hips as he pushes deep and it only takes another swipe of his fingers before you fall apart beneath him.

His grin twists wickedly. Grunting in satisfaction as your walls quiver around him, soaking him in squelching gushes. “That’s it. That’s it, girl.” He growls, pulling his hand away to brace his weight over you. His other hand pushing one of your legs back towards your stomach.

Your mouth is open but no noise comes from you as he continues thrusting into you. Your breath is stolen from you when he growls, pushing deep, and he starts to pulse inside you. "Fill me. Destroy me. Claim me." You gasp, needing to feel him.

Ezra hisses, the sound inhuman as he pounds into you. “You’re mine.” He promises. “Until the end of time, you are mine. Not God’s. Never God’s. MINE!” With a roar, he pushes deep, painting your womb with his seed and grunting harshly as he buried his face in your neck.

Your mind is blank to anything but Ezra. Your body belongs to him and you moan his name when he kisses down your neck. “I’m yours. Yours. Only yours.” You vow as he rocks himself through his orgasm. You caress his back, trying to come back to yourself as you feel boneless.

He knows that your womb has been filled. His mission has been accomplished and there is no way for you to turn back now. Ezra kisses your lips again and smirks.

You relax beneath him, mind whirling with the pleasure and the lust you feel for the man above you. He pulls back and you offer him a lazy smile, eyes still glazed over. “Can we do that again?” You ask breathlessly, wanting to have him inside you, making you see heaven, over and over again.

“As many times as you want.” He hums. Twitching inside you. “The craving for more will just grow as time goes on. The need for it will become addictive.”

You caress his back and hum, knowing you’ll want him again and again. “God help me.” You giggle, knowing you’ve unleashed a monster that will crave him now. 

**** 

“Fuck, Ez. Keep - keep going.” You cry out, gripping his headboard as he pushes into you from behind. It’s been a week of sneaking into his quarters at night. Lust driving your thoughts and actions, making you think about him during bible study. Watching him as he gives his homily. Wet as his eyes meet yours. “That’s it, little bird. Take it. Take what I give you.” He growls, his fingers digging into your hips. It doesn’t take long for you to fall apart, Ezra following you as he fills you up with his hot seed. 

**** 

“Father. I’d like to confess.” You murmur to Ezra once he finishes bidding the congregation goodbye after the mass. “I have sinned.”

Ezra adopts a very concerned look as he glances around, touching your elbow and guiding you away from where the altar boys are extinguishing the candles. “My sweet sister, I cannot believe that you have done anything to warrant such a statement.” He murmurs ironically since you had listened to his sermon with his cum crusting your pussy, dripping into your panties. 

You let him guide you over to the booth and you smirk knowing that no one is watching. “Come, unburden yourself.” Ezra says as you settle into the booth and he sits on the other side, opening the door that separates the booths. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” You confess, looking at him with wide eyes. “Tell me what you have done, sweet sister.” He murmurs and you smirk, standing up and shifting to straddle him. “I have taken a man inside me. Over and over again. I crave his cock. His pleasure. I want him to fill me again and again until I can’t take it anymore. I want him to fuck me like he’s fucked me so many times.” You lean in to kiss his jaw between your words.

He chuckles quietly, running his hands down and squeezing your ass as he rocks you on top of his cock. “Is that so?” He hums, turning and pressing his lips to yours. “Why have you turned so craven, sister? What inspires you to want this man?”

“His smile. His eyes. His laugh. His strong arms. His intelligence. His fingers. His tongue. His cock.” You grin, grinding down onto him as you slide your tongue along his lower lip, knowing you could be caught but you don’t care.

Ezra groans. So pleased with your dive into pleasure. You have become so addicted to the carnal lust that swims between you. Every day his cock pounds into you, sometimes with his hand over your mouth to keep from screaming too loudly. “And does he want you just as much?” He asks with a smirk.

“I like to think so.” You murmur, kissing his upper lip, “unless his hard cock is because he’s thinking of someone else.” You reach down between you to squeeze his cock through his pants.

“No one else could occupy my thoughts.” He twitches against your palm and he rocks his hips up. “You should get on your knees and repent for your sin.” He grunts, leaning in and kissing you. “Reciting your catechisms with your mouth full.”

You peck his lips, “there’s no room in here unless I am outside the booth. I want you inside me. Now.” You fumble with his belt, wanting him to fuck you. Cum inside you again. Let me repent with you inside me, I can give you my Hail Mary’s.”

He chuckles, not stopping you and his hands slide under your habit. “No underwear.” He tuts, clicking his tongue in mock disapproval. “Someone was thinking of sinning when they dressed.”

You moan when his fingers slide through your folds and you rock down onto his digits as you snake your hand into his pants to pull his hard cock out. “What got you so hard, Father?” You coo playfully, leaning in to kiss his jaw.

“A sinner.” He pants, twitching in your grip. “A filthy little whore who pretends to be so pious, so godly.” He chuckles. “She is depraved.”

You giggle, kissing along his jaw, “I am depraved. Thinking about you all the time. Have me addicted to you, Father Ezra. I’m your whore. Your sinner.” You tease as you squeeze him and shift your hips higher, “let me ride you.”

Ezra nods, turning and kissing your chin as you position yourself. Groaning your name quietly as you sink down on him. The familiar heat of your pussy surrounding him and squeezing him tight.

“Shit.” You curse as he stretches you out. You are breathless every time he is inside you and you caress his chest over his shirt, sliding your hands up to his dog collar. “A man of the cloth.” You scoff, “you enjoy being inside me. Taking what you want. Fuck God.” You whisper harshly.

He chuckles wickedly. “You have no idea, sweetheart.” He coos, eyes flashing inky black for a moment but you don’t notice, too entranced by how his cock shreds up inside your tight cunt.

You grip his collar as you start to move, grinding down onto his cock with a muffled moan as you kiss his jaw. “Jesus.” You murmur, now unable to hold yourself back from cursing the Lord. He’s unleashed something from inside you and you can’t put it back in its place. Your vow to God has been forgotten as you worship Ezra and his body.

He surges up and presses his lips to yours, not wanting hear that name from your mouth right now. He would rather swallow your moans and feel your body shake in pleasure that he promises you, right here in this confessional.

You know you could be caught right here in the confessional but you don’t care. You grind down onto his cock, moaning when he hits deep, and you whimper when he rocks his hips up into you. “Oh God. Yes.” You hiss, reaching for his hand to bring it under your bunched up skirt to push his digits against your clit.

He growls, biting down on your lip and hissing as he starts to rub. Wanting to feel you come apart on his cock. Wanting to feel the heat of your orgasm.

You surge forward to press your lips to his, wanting to smother your cry as your walls flutter around his cock. He’s so good inside you and you can’t seem to get enough of him. He hisses as you start to cum, jerking on top of him as you clamp down on his cock.

The couplings have been so fierce, so wild that Ezra starts to cum right after you do. Filling you up again and moaning into your mouth.

You feel him twitch inside you and you cup his cheeks, keeping him close as you rock your hips to ride through your orgasm. You love it. The feeling of bliss. The blankness in your mind. It’s addictive. He’s addictive. “I love you.” You breathe into his mouth, unable to stop yourself.

He had been waiting for you to say that. Feeling the shift in your emotions, the way you kiss him. He pulls back and gives you the very best performance of his life. “Little bird, I love you.” He whispers breathlessly. “I have no yearning for the cloth like I once did. Only you have consumed my thoughts, my actions.” He leans in and kisses you again. “You have consumed my heart.”

You smile, heart pounding at his confession, and you love it. You love him. You caress his cheek down to his neck and you look at him. “I have to go. I have Sunday school to handle this afternoon. I’ll sneak into your room later?” You whisper and he nods, making you grin. You peck his lips and shift off his cock and you adjust your habit. “Gonna have your cum dripping down my thighs all day.” You wink as you sneak from the booth, rushing through the halls to your duties.

Ezra returns to his rooms later, after listening to more confessions and taking a stroll around the grounds. Everything is going perfect and he needs to convince you to leave the church, knowing the head nun will soon grow suspicious, your roommate already is. She had voiced her concerns in the confessional booth earlier, believing it to be the other priest behind the screen. He needs you to leave with him.

****

You bite your lip as you hold up the strip. You’d barely managed to sneak out to buy the test when you’d missed your period for the third month in a row. The first two months you’d put it down to stress and then prayed you were wrong. You aren’t stupid. You’ve been having sex with Ezra and you haven’t been using protection or birth control. You were naive and stupid and now you’re suffering the consequences. You clean up and rush to Ezra’s quarters, knocking on his door. He opens it and you push inside, “we need to talk.” You spit out and he tilts his head, not saying a word as he waits for you to continue and you swallow, heart pounding as you spit out “I’m pregnant.”

He has been waiting for this, closing the door behind you and shooting you a grin. “Pregnant?” He asks breathlessly, not upset, but elated. “My sweet little bird is carrying a bundle of joy?” He moves over to you and scoops you up into his arms. “You are perfect. Utterly perfect in every conceivable way.” He gushes. “We must make arrangements for our little one. Great plans.”

You are surprised that he isn’t angry, that he’s not cursing you for being so careless. “Ezra, my love, do you - you aren’t mad at me?” You ask, palms resting on his chest and you lean back to look up at him. “Mad? Why would I be mad?” He asks and you swallow harshly, “we-well, we - we have broken our vows to the church. They are going to find out and we will - we will be exiled. Is that what you wished? You’ll lose your home, your job. We have been reckless and selfish. We have betrayed God.”

“God does not matter.” Ezra shakes his head and pulls you close. “You love me, yes?” You nod, still looking confused and he smirks slightly, leaning in to kiss you again. “Then what we have done is not betraying God.” He reasons. “We have created a new life. We have been fruitful and we will multiply. I- I come from a wealthy family.” He reveals. “We will leave the church and have our child. All will be as it should.”

You nod, knowing the bishop will curse you but you know in your heart that this is God’s plan for you. You kiss Ezra, caressing his face, and you pull back to offer him a smile. “Our baby. Our life together.” You murmur and he grins, nudging your nose with his. “We shall leave tonight. I have a family home we can escape to. Go pack your things, little bird. We shall leave at midnight and begin our new life together.” You nod, “I’ll be ready.” He smacks your ass over your habit and you giggle, spinning out of his arms to go pack.

When you slip out of his room, Ezra starts to chuckle. “Everything has happened as it should.” He says to the empty room. His reflection in the mirror is far different from what you see when you look at him. You would have screamed and fainted at the sight. “Have the others prepare the house for our arrival. She must be comfortable while she carries.”

You rush back to your room and begin to pack, shoving your things under your bed so you can grab your bag later. You are anxious and nervous when you slide into bed and you watch the clock as it ticks on your desk. Natalie fidgets in her sleep and when the clock hits 11:59pm you are shoving your duvet aside to get out of bed. You’re fully dressed and you kneel down to grab your bag. Excitement twists in your stomach and you reach for the door handle when you hear Natalie say “I hope he’s worth it.” You turn to look at her, “he is. I love him. I’m having his baby.” She gasps and sits up in bed. “May God forgive you.” She says as you sneak out into the hall, gripping your bag as you head to the meeting point Ezra gave you.

Ezra smiles when you appear in the gardens. “I have spoken discreetly to my family.” He informs you as you rush into his arms. “There is a lake house waiting for us. We can stay there for as long as we wish. It’s a beautiful spot for you to rest while you grow our child.”

You are so excited, letting him guide you through the gardens to the door that will let you escape from the abbey. You take a deep breath and let Ezra guide you from the life you’ve always known. 

**** 

You sit on the porch, rubbing your bump as you look out at the lake. The sun is shining and you are due any day now. The months you’ve spent with Ezra in the lake house have solidified your love for him. Every day you wake up to him around you, his lips on your skin, and you can’t believe how happy he makes you. “How are you doing, little bird?” He asks as he steps onto the porch. You look over at him and smile, “all good. He’s kicking like crazy. I can’t wait to meet him.” You murmur, looking down at your bump.

“Soon enough.” He hums, holding out the cup of tea that has become a ritual for you to have. Since giving up your vow to God, you often wear shorts and a tank top, showing off more skin than you would ever show in your life in the nunnery. He sits down beside you and reaches over to caress your breast and then your stomach, smirking slightly. “They are feeling firm, milk is starting to come.”

You giggle, “you are insatiable. You’ll have me knocked up as soon as you can after this one is born.” You tease and Ezra chuckles, leaning in to kiss your cheek, “damn, you got me.” You place your hand over his and turn to look at him. “I don’t regret leaving. I don’t regret you. This. Us.” You softly kiss his lips, “I’ve never been so happy.”

“Good.” He looks into your eyes lovingly. “It is important to me, little bird. You and our child are my entire life.” He smiles. “My sweet, filthy little nun.”

You smirk, kissing his lips, until you pull back and have a sip of your tea. You’ll be having the baby soon and you will have a part of you and Ezra to adore. 

**** 

“Fuck!” You cry, the pain almost taking your breath away as you bend over the bed. “Little bird? The midwife is here.” Ezra says breathlessly as he rushes into the room, chest heaving with panic, and you grip the sheets. “It hurts, Ez. It hurts.” You choke as another contraction hits you. You’d agreed with Ezra that you wanted a home birth, not wanting to go to the hospital so the midwife rushes over to you and starts to check you over.

“It’s okay, little bird, you will be taken care of.” He promises, leaning down and kissing your forehead before he moves to get a cool cloth. “Soon the baby will be here and it will be all over.” He croons softly as he bathes your sweaty face with the damp rag.

You are shifted onto the bed, dressed in a loose gown, and the midwife checks you over. “You are not dilating yet.” She observes and you frown, “how? I have been in labor for hours. Since early hours of the - shit - morning. And the pains are minutes apart. How can it - oh God.” You cry, your stomach cramping, and you hiss when you feel like your bump is going to rip open. “What’s happening? Ezra!” You cry, reaching for him.

“It’s okay, my love.” He grins, taking your hand and rubbing your stomach eagerly. “Soon he will be here, ripped free from your body and born to the world.” He chuckles darkly. “The prophecy will be fulfilled.” 

You pant, feeling like the pain is taking your breath away. Ezra's words don't register as you cry out, feeling like you're about to burst open, and you reach down to touch your stomach, feeling the baby kicking like he's trying to get out. "Ezra. I don't - I'm scared. This isn't - fuck!" You scream as you feel like your insides are being torn apart. You don’t notice that the midwife seems frozen in place, unable to move or speak. 

“It’s okay.” He had planned for this, gently taking your hand and lifting your arm over your head. Pulling out the restraints he had tucked out of sight and securing your wrist. Dazed by pain and panicked, you don’t notice until he’s successfully secured both of your wrists. “He won’t be too much longer.”

Your eyes widen as you realize when you try to touch your stomach. "Oh my God. I- What - what are you - oh fuck!" You scream when your stomach is torn open, blood spreading on your gown and your eyes widen, your scream is toe curling.

Ezra’s expression is giddy, gleeful as he watches, his eyes black as night. “That’s it.” He coos, lifting your gown to expose the tear in your flesh as your baby tears free of your body. “Come into the world.”

You see his eyes go black and you scream, tugging against the restraints and you scream as the baby rips your skin, blood everywhere, and you are terrified, in agony, and Ezra watches in awe. "Ez." You choke, blood beginning to spill from your mouth.

Ezra coos, leaning down and pulling the baby free of your body and cradling him in his arms. He murmurs your name and presses his lips to your bloody ones, even though you jerk away from him. “You did perfect, little bird.”

Your blood pours from your shredded stomach, your heart breaking at the look in Ezra's eyes. "Wh-why?" You choke, sputtering as the blood sticks in your throat.

“The babe needed to be born to a virgin.” He tells you, reaching down and caressing your cheek. “What better virgin than one of God’s own?” He chuckles. “My sweet nun, you have given birth, given your life, so that Satan will walk the earth.” His voice changes, deepens from the sugary, southern accent to the demonic pitch that comes naturally and he grins. “The end of times has arrived.”

You choke on your own blood, unable to say anything as terror overwhelms your body when you hear his voice. You've brought about the end of times. You let a demon seduce you and now, you're going to die. You're going to die for your sins. "Don't fret, little bird. You won't be around to see it. The end of the world has just begun." Those are the last words you hear as Ezra bends down to press his lips to yours as you choke out your last breath. Ezra pulls back, lips covered in blood as he grins, looking down at the baby in his arms. His mission has been accomplished.

[littlelamy]

I don't actually have an idea but I really wanted some angst for rafe 😭 I think rafe was written especially for angst lovers, best friend's brother and pogue reader. that's him coded. I don't really know what to ask but maybe something with him struggling to get clean (with his coke addiction and all) with a reader who's part of the p4l team, so she sees him in private and no one knows and he tried really hard to be better to not disappoint her

i hope you like it! ⭐️the sound of waves crashing against the shore barely registered as you walked toward the old, rickety pier, the sun beginning to set over the horizon, casting everything in a warm golden hue. it was a typical evening in the outer banks, but tonight felt different. you had been feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders lately, especially with rafe.

he was your best friend’s brother, the kind of guy who had a reputation for being reckless, but he was also the one you had developed a soft spot for. rafe had always been a part of your life, but recently, it was more complicated. he was struggling with his demons—his addiction to coke—and you found yourself constantly torn between wanting to help him and the fear of losing him to that darkness.

as a member of the P4L, you had seen the ugly side of addiction up close. it was raw and painful, and rafe’s situation was a constant reminder of the risks you faced living in the outer banks, where privilege and poverty collided. no one outside of your small circle knew the extent of rafe’s struggle, but you had made it your mission to be there for him, even when it felt like you were walking on a tightrope.

you found him at the end of the pier, leaning against the weathered wood, staring out at the water. his expression was distant, lost in thoughts that you could only guess. when he saw you, a flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly masked by a feigned nonchalance. “what are you doing here?” he asked, attempting to sound casual, but you could hear the tension in his voice.

“i wanted to see you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. the breeze caught your hair, and you tucked a strand behind your ear, nervously avoiding his gaze. “i’ve been worried.”

rafe let out a short, humorless laugh. “worried? for me? that’s a first.”

“don’t be an ass,” you shot back, crossing your arms defensively. “you know I care about you.”

“yeah, well…” he trailed off, looking back at the horizon. “caring about me is a bad idea.”

“why?” you stepped closer, your heart pounding in your chest. “because you think you’re beyond help? or because you’re too proud to admit you need it?”

he turned to face you, his blue eyes flashing with an intensity that made you swallow hard. “you don’t understand. this isn’t some fairy tale where everything gets better if you just try hard enough. i’m fighting something that’s bigger than me.”

“then let me fight it with you,” you pleaded, feeling the heat of the moment pressing down on both of you. “you don’t have to do this alone.”

“you don’t know what you’re asking for,” he snapped, frustration spilling over. “what if i fuck up? what if i disappoint you?”

“i’d rather have you try and fail than not try at all,” you countered, your voice steadying. “but you have to want it, rafe. you can’t keep doing this—hiding from everyone and pretending like you’re okay.”

he ran a hand through his hair, the gesture both familiar and painful to witness. “i don’t want to disappoint you. i want to be better… for you.”

“then let me help,” you urged, reaching out to take his hand. he hesitated before accepting your touch, the warmth of your skin igniting something deep within him. “we’ll figure it out together. one step at a time.”

for a moment, silence enveloped you both, the waves providing a soothing soundtrack to the chaos in rafe’s mind. he looked down at your intertwined hands, the contrast of your warmth against his coldness serving as a stark reminder of how far he had fallen.

“you really want this?” he asked, vulnerability seeping into his tone. “you’re not just saying it because you feel sorry for me?”

“i want this, rafe,” you affirmed, squeezing his hand. “i want you. not the person you think you are, but the person you can be.”

“i don’t even know if that person exists anymore,” he admitted, the façade crumbling. “the drugs make me feel alive, but then i crash. and i don’t want to drag you down with me.”

“i’ve seen you at your best, rafe. you’re so much more than your addiction,” you said softly. “you just have to believe that.”

he studied your face, searching for any hint of doubt, but all he found was sincerity. it terrified him how much he wanted to believe you. “what if i let you down?” he whispered, the fear in his eyes cutting deep.

“then we’ll pick up the pieces together,” you replied, your heart aching for him. “you don’t have to be perfect. you just have to be you.”

for the first time in a long time, rafe felt the weight on his chest lighten just a little. he drew in a deep breath, steeling himself for the fight ahead. “i’ll try,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “but no promises.”

“that’s all i’m asking for,” you replied, relief flooding your senses.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the pier, you and rafe stood side by side, your fingers still intertwined. it wouldn’t be easy, and the road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but for the first time in a long while, rafe felt like he had someone worth fighting for.

after a moment, rafe turned to you, the weight of your shared promise hanging between you. “you know, it’s not just about the drugs,” he said, his voice lower now, filled with a seriousness that made your stomach flutter. “it’s about everything. my past… my mistakes. sometimes, i don’t know how to let go.”

you met his gaze, your heart racing. “you don’t have to carry it all alone, rafe. you can share it with me.”

he stepped closer, the warmth radiating off him making you feel dizzy. “i want to,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “i want to share everything with you.”

as the last rays of sun disappeared behind the water, a heavy silence hung in the air. you could feel the tension building, the space between you charged with an electricity you had never experienced before. instinctively, you leaned in closer, heart pounding as rafe’s eyes flickered down to your lips.

“can i—” he started, but you didn’t let him finish. you closed the gap, pressing your lips against his. it was tentative at first, a mix of hesitation and longing, but as he responded, deepening the kiss, everything else faded away. the salty breeze and the sound of crashing waves became background noise as you lost yourself in him.

his hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if he was afraid you might disappear. you melted into him, the kiss igniting a fire deep within your chest. it was everything you had been feeling for so long, a release of the tension that had built between you, and a promise of the fight ahead.

when you finally pulled back, both of you breathless, rafe rested his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours for confirmation. “that was… wow,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“yeah,” you breathed, still reeling from the moment. “wow.”

“i’m glad i have you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing your cheek. “this… this feels right.”

“it does,” you agreed, smiling softly. “and we’ll get through this together. one step at a time.”

as the stars began to twinkle above, you knew that this was just the beginning of something new—something that might just save him, and perhaps save you both.

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[straykids-97]

Blurry

Day Five of Spooky Week!

Blur the lines of conformity.

Warnings: Incubus Han/ Felix, witch reader, mxfxm, anal sex, unprotected sex, Switch! Han, Soft Dom Felix, choking, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, dirty talking, hickeys, biting, lmk if I forgot anything

Word Count: 2.1k

You sink back onto your calves, frowning at your spell book. “What the hell?” You grumble as the flames of your candles start to die out. You look between the words on the page and the small sigils on the ground. 

It should have worked- the words were right, and your incantations were perfect. Why didn’t anything appear? Huffing out a defeated sigh, thinking that nothing could have heard you, you stand up and clean up the summoning circle. 

Your friend put you up to it anyway, trying to summon a sex demon to keep you satisfied since your sex life was… well… lacking. You made sure to tell your friend in the morning that it didn’t work and that she needed to redo her spell. You tuck your candles away in the small box they belong in and place your book back on its holder on your altar. 

Puffing air through your cheeks, you leave your sanctum room and head to your bedroom. You decided to take a shower and head off to bed since you were not going to be getting any visitors anyway. You gather a set of pajamas and head to the bathroom, going in and turning the shower on. You place your clothes on the vanity and realize that there are no towels. 

Huffing out an annoyed sigh, you leave the bathroom to go to your dryer on the opposite side of your house. You flip on the light in your laundry room and grab two towels from the dryer. Shutting the light off and going back to the bathroom, you pass the door to your sanctum and freeze. 

The door was open. 

You slowly take a few steps toward it, pushing the door open and finding nothing inside. “Hello?” You whisper, before clearing your throat. You heard something solid hit the floor behind you, causing you to yelp in shock. 

Whirling around, you see an apple roll into the hallway, followed by two more, a third stopping in the doorway.

Something was in the kitchen. 

You slowly creep down the hallway toward your kitchen, peeking around the corner to find your cabinets open. Just as you flipped the light on, something popped its head over the island counter. You let out a scream, the creature screaming back, dropping the bag of chips in its hand. You both stand there, staring at each other. 

The man had a bare chest, an amulet of a moon resting between his collarbones. He had soft dark hair and glowing pale eyes. He giggles sheepishly, “Uh- sorry.” He gathers the chips from the floor and puts them on the counter, “I was hungry.” You stare at him as he comes around the corner, and instantly put your hand up, “Whoa- holy-” you stutter at his nakedness. “I didn’t mean to spook you. But we couldn’t find you when we came through and I was starting to get hungry.” 

We? When the creature says that you instantly start looking around for the other creature who could be lurking anywhere. “We- what do you mean we?” The creature grins, revealing small sharpened canines, “We came through at the same time, so we both stayed.” He shrugged, “You’ll like him.” He winks, closing the distance. You back away, “Listen, I don’t know what you are-”

“You know exactly what I am,” he corrects, wagging his finger at you. “You summoned us. And we can’t leave until we fulfill our end of the summoning.” You take a few steps back and now you standing in the doorway of the bathroom to find a second creature. 

Calling them a creature was an understatement; they appeared as men, but you knew they weren’t. 

The second creature had longer dark hair, and silver earrings decorating all the way up his earlobe. He made you think of a fairy, as he turned to you, his light blue eyes also glowing slightly. 

“Ah, there she is. Good job, Han.” The man spoke, his deep voice catching you off guard. The first man appeared at your side, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “Thank you, Felix.” 

Han dropped his arm and dragged you into the bathroom, making you stutter, “Whoa- I think we should-”

“Just shut up and fuck?” Han teased, making Felix laugh, “I think that sounds perfect.” Felix purred, coming to stand in front of you. He wrapped his hands around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. The second his lips hit yours, your mind became mush. 

A second set of hands danced up your sides, pulling your shirt over your head. “Oh, nothing underneath?” Han giggled, kissing your back. You hiss, pressing into Felix who groaned, “One less thing to remove.” He held his balled fist out to Han, who bumped it with his. “You two seem to know each other?” You pant as both of them pull your pants down your thighs. “Oh, we do… Very well.” Felix chuckled, making Han join in. 

“I call back,” Han says as he palms your ass cheeks. You gasp, holding onto Felix’s shoulders. “Deal.” Felix doesn’t protest as he pulls you into the shower, the warm stream soaking the three of you quickly. 

Felix gropes your front while Han gropes the back. “Lift your leg.” Felix demands softly, his hand going to your thigh and holding it as Han holds your ass. Felix rubs against you, his cock running along your folds. A sharp gasp comes out of your mouth and you throw your head back onto Han’s shoulder, who wraps a hand around your throat. “This is my favorite-” Han starts to say as Felix pushes into you, a hot moan escaping both of their lips. “Shit.” Felix curses, nails biting into your skin as he sinks into your warm depths. 

You tremble as Han pulls away, his cock pushing at your ass. You clutch Felix’s shoulder who’s pushing in and out of you slowly. Your mind was spinning as Han pushed into you, making you cry out. You hadn’t done this in a while- anal. And Han could tell. 

He bites down on your shoulder as he starts to slowly roll his hips, Felix finding a lazy pace in tandem with Han. Your mind was reeling; fuck it felt great. 

You lean forward, pushing your ass towards Han as Felix picks up his pace, holding your ass cheek. “Fuck.” You whimper, not sure where to put your hands, on Felix or on Han. Han whimpers, “Shit- Lix.” Felix chuckled huskily at his partner, “What? Can’t handle a tight little hole? You should feel her pussy.” His dirty words make your mouth fall open, earning a chuckle from Felix. Han whimpers behind you, his hips meeting your ass in quick, sharp thrusts. “Fu-fuck. Lix, you have to try this.” He moans, his sharpened nails digging into your hip. 

Felix chuckles, rolling his hips into you, causing you to gasp. “Holy shit-” You didn’t realize how close you were to an orgasm until it was right there. You shudder, almost losing your footing but somehow don’t. 

“Awe, already going weak in the knees?” Felix purred into your mouth as he wrapped his lips around yours. “Seems she needs an extra hand, Han.” After Han came out of his dazed orgasmic state, he bobbed his head, “Of course.” You felt Han’s hand wrap around your other thigh, lifting you completely off the floor.

Now you were completely depending on them to keep you up, Felix holding on to your front and Han holding onto your midsection and thigh. “Fuck!” You cry out, holding onto Felix but leaning into Han now as Felix chases his own high. Han bit and sucked on your neck, surly leaving lovebites all over your skin. You watch as Felix’s eyes slowly turn black, his mouth hanging open as he pounded into you. “Fuck-” You pant, a second orgasm washing over you as he groans, leaning against the wall for balance. 

“Fuck- fuck.” He grunts, spilling into you and slowing to a complete stop. Han still moved behind you, moaning as he built up another orgasm. “Fuck, I’m gonna come again.” Han moaned, groping your body as he sped up. Felix’s eyes returned to normal and a salacious grin appeared on his face as his thumb began to rub circles around your clit. You gasp, jerking at the sensation, mind completely going blank as he began to fuck into you. 

“Let’s come together, Han.” Felix pleaded, chuckling at Han’s whine. “Can’t- so close.” Felix growled, “You can and you will.” Han whined, grabbing onto one of your breasts as he slowed, shuddering as Felix pounded into you. You let out a loud moan, an orgasm washing over you. Tightening around Felix only urged him faster, another orgasm threatening to rip through your overspent body. “She’s getting tired, Felix.” Han panted, “We can’t keep going. We’ll hurt her.” Han reminded his partner. 

“I know, but she can take one more, don’t you think?” Han chuckled darkly at Felix’s words. “I think so, can’t you baby?” You didn’t know how to respond, but you managed a single nod. “See? I told you.” Felix grinned, kissing you as his hips began to pound into yours. You let out a shrill moan as Han started fucking you harder, matching Felix’s brutal pace. 

Your bathroom sounded like the filthiest porn video ever created as you became nothing but a mixture of moans and sobs as you came over and over before finally, Felix and Han came into you one last final time. 

They held you as they slid out of you one at a time, helping you stand up on shaky legs. “Awe, poor baby.” Han steals a kiss on the lips, making you mewl. “Fuck,” he groans, pulling your hair. “Keep that up and we won’t leave.” You bite your lip causing Felix to chuckle, “Hole swap?” 

This time, Han yanked you out of the shower, “Bedroom.” Felix trailed behind the two of you as Han pulled you into your bedroom, tossing you on the bed. You yelp, feeling Han crawl up your body. He laid on his side, slotting a leg between yours and wrapping a hand around your throat, “Someone has an appetite.” He grinned, before kissing you. Your mind spins as he rubs his cock against your pussy. You whine, holding onto his bicep as you feel Felix slip into the bed behind you. 

“Good. Can’t leave her hungry, now can we?” Felix chimes in, pressing the tip of his cock against your ass. They both hold your leg up, Han entering your pussy easily from the mixture of cum that leaked out of you. You moan, Han was girthier than Felix, but Felix had length. You feel Han wrap a hand around your hair, moaning into your neck as he pounded into you. 

Felix couldn’t help but chuckle, wrapping a hand around your throat to pull your head back for him to kiss you. “Poor baby, you’re gonna be so sore tomorrow… But part of me thinks you won’t care.” You bite your lip as he pushes into you, his eyes watching your face carefully. He sits still for a few moments before his hand that held up your thigh with Han went to your clit again. 

You moan, trapped between the two of them again. Han is lost in the moment, eyes dark as he only cared about chasing his own high. Felix chuckled, “Poor man, he’s all pussy drunk for you.” Felix began to fuck into you, his hips starting to meet the pace that Han had set. “I feel for him.” Felix panted, nibbling your neck. 

You woke up to the sound of your alarm blaring. You start to roll toward it, but your body catches, making you yelp in pain. You groan, sliding toward your phone and turning off your alarm. Or so you thought. 

It was actually your friend calling, but in your dazed state, you thought it was your alarm. You sit up, stiffly walking over to your mirror as your phone rings again. Your eyes are wide; there are bruises all over your body in the shape of their hands. Your neck was littered with lovebites on both sides, one side from Felix and the other from Han. 

You stumble slightly as you go back to your phone, answering. “Hello?” 

“Girl, who’d you get? Tell me it worked.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“The spell I gave you could have summoned any of the big 8. Tell me it worked-” 

“I got two.” There was silence. “TWO?” She bellowed. “Who? Please tell me you at least got-” 

“I got Felix and Han.” There was a slight beat before she went on. “Holy shit you got Han? They say his stroke game is phenomenal. And I’ve never had Felix either… But, I have heard he does give incredible head.” 

“I didn’t get any. They were too occupied doing other things…” 

“Fuck. I’m jealous.” 

“They marked me up pretty good-” You heard a soft gasp come from your friend. “They MARKED you. Girl, they’re definitely coming back.” 

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PLEASE EXPAND ON THE MC SUMMONING LUCIFER ! PLEASE IT SOUNDS SO COOL

Also sorry if this comes off a s rude or demanding, feel free to ignore this!

[It's okay! I can see you're excited!!]

Lucifer blinked the last bit of magic away, calmly dusting himself off. He was a bit irked for being summoned right in the middle of dinner, but he could punish his summoner later when the price was right. He turned around with a soft smirk, prepared to ask what he could do, when he suddenly stopped.

There you were, eyes widened, jaw slightly agape as memories of the Avatar of Pride and his brothers came flooding back to you. It was overwhelming to say the least, but you didn't care. You quickly ran towards the demon and threw yourself into his arms, causing him to grunt upon impact. You thought he would be mad, but he was just as shocked as you were.

"MC? What in the Devildom are you doing here in this... rundown home? Where have you been?" Lucifer began to question, but quickly stopped when you looked up at him with sad, wet eyes. His gaze softened as he slowly rubbed your back.

It took a moment before you replied. "I don't know. I just woke up here one day, and now I've been forced into a prefect position."

Lucifer's jaw tensed as he listened. You opened up about pretty much everything. The overblots, the unbearable conditions of Ramshackle, how no matter how many cold showers you took you always felt disgusting. The demon's brows furrowed as you mentioned your headmage, Dire Crowley, at the root of it all. The way you described him, the demon couldn't help but be simultaneously in awe and disgusted by Crowley's prideful behavior. He could admire one who took after him, but to put you in a perpetual state of depression over your lack of magic, it plagued his heart with outrage.

Once you were finished bringing Lucifer up to date, you hid your face in his chest, voice cracking as tears formed.

"I just want to go home... I want to see you guys again..."

The demon of pride mulled it over for a moment, still stroking your back, before getting an idea. He smirked once again.

"Perhaps if it's you who summons my brothers and use your pacts to keep them in check, we could have a word with this Dire Crowley fellow and try to at least bring you back to the Devildom."

"You can do that?" You asked. Lucifer chuckled, which eased your mood a bit.

"Of course. And besides, I don't think you would want to miss our talk, I believe seeing him fumble at the sight of a demon or seven would prove satisfactory to you based on how you're feeling."

You grew nervous at the idea at first. You didn't want anyone to be hurt in the process, but then, why should you care? You've been forced to be Crowley's underpaid intern for so long, if anything the headmage had this coming.

Stuffing away your feelings of concern, you nodded and stepped away. Lucifer followed and stood by your side, gently holding your hand as a means to comfort and brace you for the next brother.

After making sure the circle had not been damaged, you cleared your throat.

"With this power, I summon the very face of Greed himself... Mammon...!"

[misc-obeyme]

Hi there i have been reading your blog for an hour now and im obsessed. Your writing is amazing. May i please request gn! Mc who was just in a fight, and got badly injured, but doesn’t care. So they ask the demon/angel there yo cuddle?

Im so so so sorry of this doesn’t make sense im very tired xD

Preferred characters you can ignore this well the entire request too xD (lucifer, satan, belphie, dia, barb, and simeon)

Here is a cat to keep you company his name is mr. Whisp 🐈

Hello there!

Oh thank you, I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! (Also thank you for Mr. Whisp I love him.)

Okay, so I wrote these as little scenes instead of the usual bulleted list style, I hope that's okay! They did end up a little longer because of that, though. I did it that way because you requested specific characters and it's easier to write little scenes for fewer characters rather than all of them.

Thank you for the request!

GN!MC gets hurt in a fight, but doesn't care and just wants cuddles with Lucifer, Satan, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon

Warnings: MC is hurt! Bruises, blood, general injuries, talk of fighting.

Lucifer

You were standing in front of Lucifer, summoned to his room after he inevitably heard from several of his brothers about the state you were in. You had shown up at the House of Lamentation covered in scrapes and bruises. They all noticed how you were walking with a slight limp and the dark circle that was forming up under one of your eyes.

You had considered blowing him off when you got the message on your D.D.D. that he wanted to see you immediately. You didn't really feel like listening to a lecture about getting into fights. And yet you knew that if you put it off, it'd only be worse later. And secretly you wanted to see him.

Lucifer was observing you with a dark expression, clearly looking over your various injuries.

You kept your arms folded, chin up, and said, "You wanted to see me?"

He didn't say anything at first. You weren't sure if this meant he was so angry he couldn't speak or if he was just trying to make you nervous.

"Explain," he said at last.

You sighed. "I got into a little fight, it was no big deal."

Lucifer quickly closed the distance between you. He took hold of your chin and tilted your face this way and that. "No big deal? MC, you have a black eye. I think perhaps you've also injured your ankle in some way. Do you really think it's okay to risk yourself like this?"

You frowned up at him. "I can handle myself. Just because I got hurt doesn't mean I didn't win the fight."

Lucifer shook his head in exasperation. "That is not the point. Surely the issue could have been resolved without you getting hurt."

You softened a little. "You don't have to worry about me so much, you know."

Lucifer let go of your chin, tracing the tips of his fingers down your cheek lightly. "How can I not when you come in here looking like this? I know you can take care of yourself, but it really is a problem if you-"

You cut him off, catching his hand and stepping in even closer. "Lecture me later. Right now, can't you just hold me?"

You saw his resolve break as his expression changed. He wrapped his arms around you gently, careful to avoid aggravating your injuries. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, unable to hold back as his worry for you spilled over.

"We will treat your injuries shortly," he said into your hair. "And MC, you will not worry me like this again."

You smiled to yourself at this blatant admission of his concern for you. The warmth of his arms was more than enough to make you feel as though you were healing already. You later heard all about how he hunted down those who hurt you (though you could never figure out how he knew who they were). Those demons were never heard from again.

Satan

You sat down across the table from Satan at the library of RAD. There was nobody else around - it was late in the afternoon and all the other students had long since gone home. You knew Satan was there late, taking his time studying for an upcoming curses and hexes exam. You had agreed to meet him there at some point, since you needed to study for that exam as well.

Satan looked up as you sat down and instantly reached out across the table, grabbing your wrist.

"MC," he said, his voice low. "What happened? Who did this to you?"

You knew he was reacting to the bruises on your face and the cut across your forehead that was currently still bleeding a little.

"I'm fine," you said, shrugging a little and pulling your wrist out of his grip. "I just had to take care of something on my way here. Now are we going to study some hexes or what?"

Satan stared at you with wide eyes for a moment. You watched as his face changed, his eyes going dark and his teeth clenching. You could see where this was going and sure enough, he was suddenly in demon form. He half stood out of his chair, leaning across the table and growling.

"Who was it?" he demanded. You could see the tip of his tail twitch just above the table, unexpectedly free rather than wrapped securely around his leg.

You weren't scared because you knew he was contemplating tearing some other demons limb from limb for doing this to you. His reaction was a little over the top, but nothing you weren't expecting. This was Satan, after all.

"I know you're upset," you said. "But it really isn't anything you need to worry about." You placed your hand over one of his, leaning forward yourself to meet him.

His death glare only cooled slightly. "You can't show up to a study session with injuries like that and expect me not to worry, MC."

"I can if I'm telling you that you don't need to worry," you said adamantly. "I need you to trust me. And honestly, it would help me a lot more if you would calm down and give me a hug than if you went off the rails right now."

He was struck by your words, and they caused him to sit back down. Slowly, his demon form left him and he was back in his RAD uniform. The anger still smoldered in his eyes, but it was in competition with how much he cared for you.

Satan closed his eyes, clearly fighting with himself to push down the wrath that continued to simmer in him. After a few moments and some deep breaths, he opened his eyes again. He came around the table, gently taking your hands and pulling you out of your chair.

His eyes roamed over the cut on your forehead, but he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You pressed yourself to him, letting your own arms return the embrace. The pain of injuries seemed to fade away entirely as you let him comfort you.

You pulled your head away just a little to look at him and as you did so, you saw a splotch of red against the grey fabric of his uniform. "I'm sorry," you said. "I got blood on your uniform."

Satan sighed and pulled you even closer to him, resting his head on your shoulder. "What am I going to do with you, MC? Promise me you'll be more careful. I hate to see you hurt like this."

"I promise I'll be more careful," you said. It was a promise you felt you could keep.

Belphegor

You moved as quietly as you could through the halls of the House of Lamentation, avoiding any of the brothers you came across. You were on your way to the planetarium to meet up with Belphie and you didn't want any of the others to see the state you were in. So you kept to the shadows, moving along the walls until you came to your destination.

You slipped into the room and smiled at Belphie as he looked up at you. He had been nearly dozing off, so he was still a little bleary.

"There you are," he said with a yawn. "You're late."

"I'm sorry," you said, hoping the room was dark enough that he hadn't noticed your cuts and bruises. You sat down next to him, making sure you stayed partly in shadow. "I lost track of the time."

"Hmm, fine, I'll forgive you this time," Belphie said, rubbing at his eyes.

You laughed softly. "Gee, thanks."

Belphie leaned against your shoulder sleepily. You winced. You didn't mean to, but your shoulder was still sore in that spot.

Belphie noticed instantly. He sat up straight and looked at you carefully, the sleepiness suddenly gone. "MC… is that… a black eye?"

You shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Belphie frowned. "It is. You're hurt." He tugged on your arm a little to move you more into the light. You knew he could now see how banged up you really were. "MC! What happened to you?"

"Don't worry about it," you said. "It's not a big deal."

Belphie scoffed. "You got into a fight, didn't you? At least tell me that you gave worse than you got."

"Of course I did," you said.

Belphie stood up. "Hang on," he said. "I'll be right back. Then you should tell me about it."

Belphie was gone for only a few minutes, coming back with a first aid kit in tow. He sat back down next to you and opened it, pulling out a disinfectant wipe. He started to wipe down the scrapes on your face. It stung only a little.

"So? What happened? Did some demons insult you or something?" he asked.

"Yeah," you said. "Well, they said some things that I couldn't just ignore and things escalated quickly. But I can promise you they're suffering worse injuries than I am."

Belphie smirked. "I'm not happy about you being hurt," he said seriously. "But I can't pretend I'm not proud of you, either. You should let us handle stuff like that for you, MC. I know you can take care of yourself, but I don't know if it's worth you getting hurt like this."

Belphie carefully put a bandage over the largest cut.

"It's really no big deal," you said. "Especially since I have you to take care of me."

Belphie frowned, a soft blush creeping across his face. He sighed and put his arms around you. "Just because I'll patch you up doesn't mean you should go around getting yourself hurt."

You leaned into his embrace, nuzzling into him while still being careful of your injuries. "I know. Thank you for taking care of me, Belphie."

Although Belphie stayed by your side that night, you later heard rumors about those particular demons being plagued by nightmares.

Diavolo

You ducked into an empty classroom, having finally gotten away from the scene of the fight. You were covered in scratches and bruises and your lip was bleeding. You had eventually escaped the pandemonium after landing a particularly well thrown punch and running while your opponent was dazed. Now you could take a moment to breathe and figure out what you needed to do for your injuries.

You turned around from the classroom door and froze in shock. Diavolo was standing there in the middle of the room, looking just as shocked as you felt. He stared at you for a long moment, taking in your disheveled appearance, and the blood still dripping down your chin.

"MC," he said and the darkness of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. He came toward you. He put one hand on your arm and lifted the other to wipe the blood off of your bottom lip. He let his touch linger there. "Did a student do this to you?"

You considered telling him exactly which demons you had been dealing with. But then you thought about how you weren't entirely blameless. You engaged with them, after all, and there was no doubt that you'd left a few of them injured.

"Please don't worry about it," you said. "It wasn't like I couldn't handle it."

Diavolo sighed. "That isn't the point, I'm afraid," he said. "It's against RAD policy to fight on the grounds."

You smirked a little. "Are you going to give me detention?"

Diavolo laughed. The sound filled you with a feeling of warmth and contentment. It was his usual laugh and it let you know that everything would be okay. "I don't think that will be necessary," he said. "But if there are students picking fights, I'll have to do something about it."

You put your hand on his where it still lingered by your bloody lip. "You can do something about it later, can't you? I could really use a hug right now."

Diavolo put his hand gently on your cheek then wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you close to him. After a moment he put his other arm around you, too, keeping you safe and warm in his embrace.

"I am so sorry this happened to you, MC," he said into your hair. "Please come back to the castle with me so I can be sure your injuries are properly cared for."

You pressed your cheek against his chest. "Are you really that worried about me? I can handle myself."

"I don't doubt you," he said. "But I would feel much better knowing you are being taken care of. Won't you indulge me?"

It wasn't like you could really refuse him. Especially not when you looked into his gold eyes and saw the deep concern there. So you would allow him to take you back to the castle, where you would stay for the rest of the night. You later heard about the rules regarding fighting at RAD becoming more strict.

Barbatos

You pressed your fingertips into your cheek in an attempt to stop the bleeding from a small cut you had gotten there. You felt that it was the most prominent wound, since it was right on your face, and while you couldn't exactly cover up all your bruises, you hoped you could at least stop the bleeding.

You were waiting for Barbatos in the gardens of the Demon Lord's Castle where you were meeting him for tea.

You weren't delusional. You knew you couldn't hide what had happened from Barbatos. But you still thought it would be better if you weren't actively bleeding.

When Barbatos finally arrived, he was carrying a tray of tea and pastries in his hands. The moment he saw you, he nearly dropped the tray, catching himself just in time. Still it tipped enough for a teacup to go flying off the edge, falling to the ground and smashing into tiny pieces.

You gasped and stood up, an unexpected reaction to the shattered teacup. "Oh don't worry, I can fix that," you said.

You couldn't look at Barbatos as you cast the spell to repair the cup. The pieces lifted into the air and fused back together. The cup landed in your palm, whole again. You straightened up and brought the cup over to where Barbatos was still standing, setting it on the tray before meeting his eyes.

There was an unmistakable aura of distress around him, even though his expression remained neutral. He carefully placed the tray on the table you had previously been sitting at.

"Thank you, MC," he said. "I'm afraid I lost my composure for a moment. I apologize for my clumsiness."

You had to hold in a laugh. Of course he would apologize to you for that. "Don't worry about it," you said.

You were about to sit back down at the table when he caught your arm. "I must inquire about your current state, MC."

You shrugged. "It's nothing important," you said. "Just a little altercation I was in on the way here. But I'm fine."

"I must disagree," Barbatos said. To your complete shock, he touched your cheek, leaving a smudged red stain on his spotless white gloves.

"Barbatos!" you cried, taking his hand. "You're getting my blood all over your gloves!"

It wasn't like Barbatos to allow his gloves to get dirty.

"A small matter compared to the fact that you are currently bleeding, MC," Barbatos said calmly. "You must allow me to tend to these wounds."

You sighed, squeezing his hand in both of yours. "All right. But first won't you…" You blushed, a little embarrassed to ask him to hold you.

But Barbatos knew what you wanted to say. He pulled you down into his lap as he sat down in one of the chairs by the table. You rested your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you, gently kissing your neck. Much later, he would bandage you up and give you some healing tea. But in that moment, his touch was like the magic you had used on the teacup - making you feel whole again.

Simeon

You fidgeted outside the door to Purgatory Hall. You had come here to spend some time with Simeon, studying while he worked on his latest novel. It was something you had gotten into the habit of doing recently. You were currently concerned about running into Luke and scaring him with the sight of your injuries.

You decided to send Simeon a message on your D.D.D. letting him know you were outside.

He sent you back a question mark sticker, clearly confused about why you didn't just knock on the door.

You waited for a moment instead of responding and the door opened to reveal Simeon, his expression just as confused as the sticker he sent.

"MC?" he asked. Then he got a decent look at you. "Oh, MC. What happened to you?" He grabbed your hand, pulling you inside.

"I'm fine," you said. "Can we just go to your room so I can study?"

Simeon frowned, but he did as you asked. He held your hand tightly as he led you down the hall to his room.

Fortunately, you didn't run into any of the other Purgatory Hall occupants.

When you reached his room, Simeon sat you down on his bed as he stood before you, fingers lightly touching the largest bruise on your face.

"I told you, I'm fine," you said again. "I just didn't want to scare Luke, that's all."

"I appreciate that you were concerned about Luke, MC," Simeon said. "But you really should be worried about yourself, too. These injuries are serious. They need treatment."

You groaned a little and leaned forward, letting your forehead rest on his stomach. "I knew you'd be worried about it," you said. "But I'm fine. And anyway, I'll really start to feel better if you just hold me for a bit."

Simeon chuckled. He gently pushed your head back to make you look up at him. "I could never say no to that," he said. "But you really should let me take care of this later." He let his fingers hover over the various places where you had developed bruises.

"Later," you agreed.

Simeon shook his head, but he sat beside you on the bed. He took you in his arms, leaning back against the pillows so you were lying on his chest. He ran his fingers down your back and kissed the top of your head.

"You really should be more careful in the Devildom, MC," he said.

You snuggled into him more. "It's fine. I can handle myself."

"I have no doubt of that," Simeon said. "But I'd rather you didn't get injured. I can only imagine how the demons you fought are faring."

"Let's just say they'll think twice before messing with me again," you said.

Simeon sighed, but he only held you a little closer.

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