#angelic brethren

[friedri-ce]

who is this weird angel 🤨🤨

[ratatatastic]

Forsy Cup Day | 8.2.24

[aserpent]

I want to talk more hell politics ... because my lucifer is literature inspired ( esp paradise lost ) and I incorporate the idea of a war in heaven led by lucifer against god, please come talk to me about the deadly sins being the angels that fought alongside him. satan was his liutenant, they were all his brothers in arms. talk to me about lucifer trying to construct a paradise out of hell, gradually losing his ambition. i want to talk about hell's royalty and structure and!!!!

[flxwer-prince]

I understand Americans now when they call those big towers with blinking lights angels now. they’re really just watching over everything

[monstersholygrail]

So about this Demon priest, I'm intrigued... go on. I can imagine as he's in the middle of a sermon, reader walks in, as reader just felt led to enter the church. As soon as Demon priest sees reader... he stumbles over the carefully and well prepare recitations. Sight focused on the back pew that reader silently sat on, not even noticing the uncharacteristic falter of the priest, nor realizing his eyes trained on them. He's been enraptured.

This is amazing, I am all for making this canon to Demon Priest. He’s so stinkin cute.

When you first walk into the church, Demon Priest swears he’s finally been graced with the presence of an angel once more. Your beauty ethereal, your presence divine in nature.

Hope blossoms within his chest that he has finally completed his repentance. That he will finally be welcomed back into those pearly gates. With heavens light shining back at him in your eyes how can he think otherwise?

He meets you after the service and realization dawns on him that you were not a messenger sent from above to take him to rejoin his fellow brethren. No, he realized instead that you were something far greater.

As part of his repentance, Demon Priest feels the pain of remaining inside a holy sanctuary. His feet burn with every step he takes, his hands while holding all blessed liturgical objects, and his face with the use of Holy water. With his demon healing they heal, only for them to come once more. Yet they each leave their own scars.

But as soon as your hand slips into his in greeting, Demon Priest feels as though a balm has been washed over his soul. The pain leaving him instantly with your touch. You certainly weren’t there to bring him home but perhaps you were something better than he could’ve ever imagined.

You were a gift.

Sent down from above and placed on his path. A testament to his strength and devotion. And he would be so utterly devoted. To you.

At every turn he seeked your approving gaze. At every chance he could risk he seeked your soothing touch. You had so utterly consumed him, turning his world upside down until it all came back to you.

It wasn’t long before he could no longer resist the idea of what it would be like to feel more of you. To grasp your supple flesh in his palms. Take your hardened nipples between his razor sharp teeth. Taste the sweet nectar of your essence on his tongue. He wanted all of you. To consume you as you had him.

Now as his hands run all over your body, leaving a lustful heat in his path, he finally has. The stain glass windows of his office shine down on you, illuminating your beauty as you ride his cock.

Your body bouncing so prettily along his hardened length, his eyes watch you with a feral hunger. Claws digging into your hips as he fucks up into you, not being able to help himself from taking you as roughly as he’s been wanting to. Your cries of pleasure being the most lovely sound he’s ever heard.

“Yes! It’s s-so good. Feels so good. I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you exclaim, baring your neck for him. His cock twitches within your wet heat, the curves of your body driving him closer to delirium.

He molds himself over your form, not being able to get close enough to the ecstasy of your skin. His lips latching on and sucking heartily at each of your breasts, leaving you panting as you try and match his every thrust.

“Tell me, my beloved, how can I be expected to deny you? That which I most crave. My greatest temptation…” he growls and you feel the vibration move through your body and shoot straight to your soaked core.

His claws sink into your plush hips, using his hold to slam you down on his needy cock. A hoarse cry is ripped from your lips. Hands finding purchase and bringing a soothing relief to his shoulders as he drives himself into you.

“Let me worship you,” he whispers with an intensity that sends chills up your spine. Yet you can’t focus on its meaning as your pleasure bursts through you, clenching down as you cum hard on his cock.

Demon priest grunts, his fierce eyes never leaving your expression so deeply filled with ecstasy. The sight of your pleasure enough to send him right over the edge with you, stuffing you full of his length as he shoots his cum deep into your womb.

And it’s in that moment he knows. He has found salvation in you.

[whereserpentswalk]

Reblog to summon the creature, like to hug them. We are not responsible for any quests, bodily transformations, or monsterfucking that may occur.

[ladylightning]

i am obsessed with ruby supernatural as being one of the most unwaveringly devout characters on the show. so many angels and demons act in their own self-interest, disillusioned by god or lucifer or archangels or the entire structure of the afterlife. fine. but RUBY?!? a human. a witch. sells her soul. dedicates her life to lucifer. in death she is tortured and molded and shaped into a demon. and yet she still worships. she is recruited into the ultimate satanic plan, cast as the delilah of the apocalypse. she spends multiple years publicly siding with the beloathed winchesters, being seen as a traitor to her kind. being hunted. being tortured repeatedly at the hands of her brethren for treason. painstakingly slowly seducing sam, convincing sam. luring sam to enact the plan. she lets sam drink her blood. so much blood. she is the sacrificial lamb. she is the best of those sons of bitches. all to be killed. and she knows this. she has to have known this. and she doesn't care. she's done it, the holy work. incredible character.

[kitten4sannie]

blinding faith (teaser)

fall in line now, bow your head

pairing: cult leader! yunho x disciple! reader (fem) x elder! mingi feat. woosan

genres: twisted religious romance (if you can even call it romance), smut, late 1970s setting

summary: the founder can’t accept it when you begin to show signs of deception and doubt for his righteous cause. he has no other choice but to rely on his most trusted brethren to help him show you the light.

bend your knee, Child of God

warnings: aged up dom! yunho, aged up dom! mingi, subby innocent! reader, huge corruption kink, perversion, major sacrilegious vibes and behavior, mostly pet names/some name calling, praise/false praise, major voyeurism/exhibitionism (there’s a whole audience BAHAH), use of restraints/blindfold, masturbation, use of a rosary (i’ll let you figure that one out….), sloppy seconds, double penetration, loss of anal virginity, cum eating, cum swapping, size kink, major breeding kink, felching, squirting, dumbificafion

a/n: this is a lil teaser for a very special series that i’m writing for a very special someone ;3 i’ll be posting it at the end of next week on the 30th <33 without further ado, i’d like to introduce you all to our beloved leader yuyu 🫶🏼 try not to let him corrupt you~~ and if you’d like to join the taglist (if you’re not already on my general taglist) just click on the tiny heart at the end of the teaser ＼(^o^)／ have a lovely day/night!!

You were taught by Yunho, your beloved leader, your savior, your everything, that God allowed those he loved the most, those that remained tied to their earthly bonds, to endure deep suffering and endless tribulations — because within that pain, within that humiliation, laid pleasure. Unimaginable pleasure that sat just below the surface. Yunho took great satisfaction in reaching into the darkness, into the depths, and ripping it out with his silver trimmed talons, always willing to graciously bestow it upon his followers.

There was no greater joy than to witness the moment his dear flock began to walk in the truth. He savored the sweet sounds of ecstasy that tore out of their sweat-ridden throats, longed for the moment their rosy faces ceased their contortions, their lips, wet with saliva, their unfocused eyes, wet with tears, knowing that another one of his beloved disciples had seen the light. And they would always look up at him with delicious desperation, begging for another chance to catch a glimpse of heaven once more. And, only because of his unending benevolence and boundless love, he brought them back, expecting nothing in return, except for their undying loyalty.

Yet, none of them were ever as loyal as you. His angel from above. If only he had clipped your wings sooner.

“My love, my heart, my dearest angel, why do you look at me this way? With those tears in your eyes? With such devotion?” Yunho sighed out against your flushed cheek, his body flush against yours, the cold metal of his rosary splayed across your hot skin. You simply couldn’t speak, not with the way he was spilling inside you.

The corners of his lips quirked up into a sadistic smile, his warm, uneven puffs of breath hitting the bottom of your jaw, as he clutched your slick, trembling thighs, holding them farther apart to ensure that he could continue accessing the heaven you kept in between them, the hot, wet haven you only allowed your savior to access. “Is it because I’m filling you with my own devotion? Does knowing that my seed will soon grant new life inside of you bring you to tears, Y/N?”

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[titania-sleeps]

Angel Yandere x Nun Reader

mild nsfw, minors DNI pls, mentions of implied somnophilia

• Mikhael believed in the goodness within humans. Even if humans exhibited cruelty, it was as God intended, and everything would go back into place once the human's soul was purified.

• Mikhael thought his logic was sound, and thus lived his life charitably blessing humans. They would soon reach salvation anyway. Ease their suffering, and they would become good once more.

• Mikhael then met you. You were a nun in a convent near the church he frequented. Although you seemed rebellious at times, he knew your heart was pure.

• Mikhael enjoyed following you around. He knew that you couldn't see him anyway. Your daily life was mundane, but he enjoyed the knowledge that there were humans who took their dedication and faith seriously.

• Mikhael found himself drifting around you often. He feared that it would be inappropriate of him, but he convinced himself it was for the purpose of ensuring that your dedication was just. Even if it meant that he would be with you even while you slept.

• Mikhael would watch you sleep at night, gazing upon your moonlit form curiously. You elicited emotions within him that he thought he was far beyond.

• Mikhael eventually found himself craving the pleasures of the flesh as time went on. His body heated around you, and his heart pounded dangerously. It was so foreign to him, to experience the needs that he could only have imagined in the past.

• Mikhael wanted you to taint him. An angel felled by the hands of a human; it would stain your hands and his reputation, yet it would be so delicious. A whiff of your scent has his nails digging into his palms.

• Mikhael needed your touch. Without thinking, he would float down and lay next to you. He would cover his mouth with his hand and breathe gently into the nape of your neck as he let himself grind against you. He prayed for you in whispers and gasps; you would be forgiven for his sins.

• Mikhael grew courage over time. His nightly visits became a daily occurrence. Elation filled him as he finally touched his lips to your supple skin. Angels were not deprived of sin, as it would appear to be, since he seemed so deeply devoured by it.

• Mikhael learned the joys of lust from you. As you slept, he would slip out his cock, an appendage formed by the desires blossoming within him. His form grew more defined as his lust grew; perhaps he would benefit from becoming a demon instead.

• Mikhael would whimper as precum leaked from his head, the tip of his thumb swiping over the opening. He gasped, wondering if being inside you would cure him of his depravity.

• Mikhael never came. He wanted you to be the one to take his first. He wanted your fingers to be the finishing touch. He wanted your words to be the gospel that brings him to climax. He wanted you to devour him, to replace the sin within him with your very being. Only then could he be forgiven, and only then would he be satiated.

• Mikhael continued to follow you around, shame growing as his libertine habits flourished. He would bless you and pray for the men that would accidentally die around you. It was quite unfortunate, how you were unable to interact with a man.

• Mikhael wondered if you were secretly a temptress in disguise, but he couldn't ask you. After all, you couldn't see him.

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• You could see him. You were well aware of the angel floating around you. Unlike your fellow brethren, you were unnaturally attuned to supernatural elements around you. You could perceive those that many cannot; religious creatures and beasts of legends from across all cultures seemed to flock to you.

• Joining the convent was a means to avoid the dangerous creatures, but you really didn't think a filial angel would show up at your doorstep.

• You knew that he watched you when you were asleep. It was eerie, the way his eyes roamed your body in lust. Pained lust, you could tell.

• You heard mutterings and stifled moans from him at night. One day, maybe you could entertain him a little more.

• Perhaps it would be a little fun to play around with him. Luckily, you weren't a saint.

i um have a drabble do you guys want it,,,,, (it's a continuation of this)

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[sakuraszn]

# LOVES LAST FLIGHT ! ㅤ♡

ft. cupid!katsuki bakugo x reader

synopsis.. once an angel of love, he was punished for meddling too deeply in human affairs. Stripped of most of his power, he has one final chance to make things right. With only a bouquet of enchanted roses, he must deliver a message of love to a soul who has lost all hope, before his wings disappear forever.

cw.. sfw content┊fluff┊mild romantic themes┊ a hint of angst┊supernatural

nia's notes.. happy late valentines day! here’s a little something for you guys on this special day, hope you guys enjoyy💌 [0.7k words.]

Once, Katsuki had been an angel of love. He had tangled fates together, whispered in the ears of poets, and turned yearning gazes into destined encounters. But unlike his celestial brethren, who worked with a light touch, Katsuki had always been reckless. He had interfered too much, defied the natural order, and even tried to force love where it didn’t belong.

And for that, he had been punished.

His wings, once so majestic and radiant, had faded into nothingness. The divine power that once coursed through him had dwindled away, leaving him trapped in a sorrowful limbo between heaven and earth, no longer an angel but not quite mortal either. Now, he faced a poignant, final task—one last opportunity to demonstrate his worth before his wings vanished forever, a haunting reminder of who he used to be.

In his hands, he held a bouquet of enchanted roses, their petals pulsing with soft light. Each one carried the essence of love—of laughter shared, of hands brushing in quiet moments, of unspoken confessions finally voiced. If he could deliver them to a soul who had lost all hope in love, he might be forgiven.

But time was running out.

He discovered her sitting by herself on a weathered park bench, a neglected book lying forgotten in her lap. The streetlights struggled to illuminate her, but even in the dimness, he could sense the deep weariness etched in her eyes. She wasn’t merely tired—she was utterly defeated.

Y/N.

That was her name. He knew it the moment he saw her, felt it resonate deep within him.

Katsuki had watched countless souls lose their faith in love, but something about her made his chest ache. She wasn’t just heartbroken; she had locked her heart away, convinced that love wasn’t meant for her.

Carefully, he stepped forward and placed the bouquet beside her. He wasn’t sure if she would see it—his presence was fading, and soon, he would no longer exist in this world or any other. But if she touched them, if she accepted them, then maybe…

Y/N shifted, rubbing her tired eyes before glancing down. She frowned at the roses that hadn’t been there before. A trick? A coincidence? She hesitated before reaching out.

The moment her fingers brushed the petals, warmth bloomed in her chest.

Memories rushed in—of love that had come and gone, of laughter she had almost forgotten, of nights spent dreaming of something more. But it wasn’t just the past that she saw; it was the future. It was the love she had yet to find, the hands she hadn’t yet held, the moments waiting for her if only she dared to believe again.

Tears welled in her eyes, not from sadness, but from something she thought she had lost forever—hope.

Katsuki exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He had done it.

A sudden gust of wind swept around him, and he felt it—the final feather drifting from his wings. He looked down, expecting to see nothing but bare skin where his wings had once been. But instead…

New feathers. Smaller, but solid. Not the wings of an angel, but something else.

Something human.

He inhaled sharply, the scent of roses and earth filling his lungs. His heart pounded—a mortal heart. The weight of divinity lifted from his shoulders, and for the first time, he felt something real.

And then Y/N turned, her gaze locking onto his.

She blinked, surprised as if she hadn’t noticed him before. “Did you…?” Her voice was soft, uncertain.

Katsuki hesitated. He had been invisible to her moments ago, but now she could see him. Now, he was standing in front of her, flesh and bone, as human as she was.

He smirked slightly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Yeah. That was me.”

She studied him for a moment, her eyes flickering to the roses before returning to his. There was an undeniable spark in her gaze, a comforting warmth that sent butterflies fluttering in his chest.The air around them seemed charged with possibility, and he could feel the fragile, beautiful bloom of affection starting to unfold between them.

He wasn’t an angel anymore. He didn’t have to meddle.

But maybe… just maybe…

Love wasn’t finished with him yet.

And love had found her again.

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[friedri-ce]

THE LAST SUPPER || comic

[thedarknesslord]

SAGAU but you're saved by characters from other Self-Aware games

TW: It's SAGAU, so expect some violence, religious themes, and pratically everything you can expect from SAGAU itself. Plus, this is before we get to know who the Pyro Archon is.

"IMPOSTOR!"

"DEATH TO THE USURPER!"

"YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FOREVER!"

At this point, you've lost count of how many times you've heard those words once the "Hunt for the Imposter" began.

You've heard them numerous times before. The moment you arrived in a world you once thought to be a game. The moment you got sent to Hell when that damn drunken driver smashed right into your car.

Now, the Demons that you once thought were Angels in your eyes hunted you throughout all of Teyvat, treating you like the worst criminal in all of existence.

You know the first place you arrived Mondstadt, but the rush from running away for god knows how many days left your memories somewhat blurry. That, and all the pain and wounds you received from the Genshin cast.

All over this weird belief that you were a "False Creator".

*WHOOSH!*

A blinding pain interrupts from your thoughts. You scream in agony as you abruptly fall to the ground, shocked by the sight of an arrow lodged in your leg. Most likely Vent-no, Barbatos. That's who the bard really was.

Tears stream down your face as you see the horde of people with raw, indistinguishable looks of contempt directed towards you. You could recognize them all; Lisa, Kaeya, Yae Miko, hell, you even spotted Tartaglia in there.

Accompanying them where the Gods of Teyvat. The Archons themselves, or atleast, the ones you knew were officially Archons. From Morax, Ei, Barbatos (Who giggled as he saw his arrow lodged on the target) and even the Tsaritsa herself. Her appearance being similar to the one drawn by one Astruma2.

(A/N: You can check it out here!)

"Ehe!~ Oops, did that hurt?" Barbatos sneered, a sadistic glee in his eyes that would be out of place in the drunken bard you use to love. The supposed "God of Freedom" approaches your beaten form alongside his fellow gods.

"Usurper. For the longest time, you have refused to atone for the biggest sin imaginable; stealing the face of the Almighty Creator. Your mockery of the Divine has come to its end. It is time to pay for your crime." Raiden Ei's stern voice spoke to your sobbing body, hand clenching the Musou Isshin, which was crackling with purple lightning. Fitting for an Electro user.

Tears continued dripping down your face. Was this really it? Was this how you would die? Stuck here? Or would you come back to your world after perishing?

Approaching you with a Polearm held in his hand, was your "Executioner." You perked up when the steps stopped in front of you. Deciding to at least see who it was, your eyes went up before locking view with the golden orbs of the Lord of Geo. Morax looked down on you with pure disgust, seemingly restraining himself from striking you down right here and now.

"This ends now, you filthy heretic. The taint you have put on The Divine Grace's name with your mocking flesh shall finally end right here. Prepare to join your sinful brethren at the Abyss." Snarled the God of Contracts, pointing the Vortex Vanquisher at your head.

Part of you knew that some of them wanted to torture you even further (Mostly that damn Fatui Doctor who you simped for), but after all the time you also expected them to end this cat and mouse game once and for all.

"NO! STOP!" Called out the Traveler, trying to push through the crowd alongside Paimon. From the moment you fell to Teyvat, they remembered your aura. It was the same one guiding them from the moment you started playing. They tried numerous times to find you, but your desperation for survival stopped that from happening.

Tears fall from your eyes as you close them and take a deep breath, before giving up. Whether you go back to your world once you die or not doesn't matter, you're free from this whole disaster. You're tired, and you can finally rest after all this time.

Staring at Morax eye to eye, you give him the order.

"Just do it already."

However, it seems like Fate had order plans for you.

"Epsilon! Abstract Tragedy!"

A unfamiliar voice to you, with a French-tinged English, calls out before flashing lights appear and an invisible force hits the Archons, pushing them back. You and the crowd can only stare in shock as a white, floating ring appears; Apparently the cause behind the attack.

"C'mon Kris! We gotta help them!"

Another voice proclaims, and you hear as presumably two people run towards you, trying to get you up. The shock you were in fades away, as you stare at the tanned face of a cat; One from a very, very familiar game that broke your heart.

....Niko?

"(Y/N), please! We need to get away from them!" Niko cries out in distress, the sight of your battered body bringing tears to their eyes. Out of all the ways they expected their reunion with you after you helped them go home, this was definitely not how it should've gone down.

You just stare dumbfounded at them, before a constant tug at your arm makes you makes you turn to a side, this time being greeted by a certain Lightner in a knight-like armor staring at you with a single red eye.

Kris!?

Kris just stared at you with a solemn look. While they weren't exactly happy about you controlling their body, they knew something was odd when you simply didn't appear one day. Soon enough, they now had to travel to this world with two others in order to save you from the hell you were currently living. They had to admit; Kris had grown used to your presence, and while they wanted you to stop using them like a puppet, what was happening to you now was beyond cruel.

They tugged your arm before pointing backwards, indicating that you all needed to get out. You simply nodded, as you quickly got back to your senses and got back up to your feet, albeit with some difficulty with your injuries. Your two protectors let out a breath in relief, before Niko shouted at the person who stopped your would be murderers, "Batter! We got them, try and fend them off while you can!"

As the duo rushed to get you out, your eyes went back to the mob that was hunting you down, and just like Niko described, yet another character from a self-aware game you once played was there to help you. This time it a rather tall, monochromatic baseball player with three floating rings serving as his Add-Ons. The same one you had helped to purify his broken world.

Batter!

The Batter glared with his four eyes, a look of sheer anger in all of them. He had sensed you were in danger; how could he not? He was your loyal puppet, after all. During the time you guided him, he had sworn to protect you should you ever somehow be in danger. And after a long hibernation in the Nothingness, that time had come now. Now, these filthy criminals shall pay for their crimes against you.

"Repent while you can, corrupted Guardians. For I am the Judgement that has come to punish you for your countless sins." His Ashley Bat held tightly in his hands, Batter prepared himself for a battle, intending on giving his two new "partners" time to help his God escape far from here.

As the Archons wielded their weapons, his Add-Ons floated besides him, all three ready to help them like they always had. He had purified the Guardians of his world, alongside the many specters invading it. Thanks to you, he had reached Level 50; the maximum he could get. It would take these fools a miracle to finally end him.

Before giving out the first attack, Batter only let out three simple words:

"Purification in Progress..."

(A/N: Phew! Hope y'all enjoyed this little thing I made! It honestly saddened that there weren't any other SAGAU post that implemented games that were actually self-aware like, say, OFF or Deltarune. Thus, this was made! Oh and don't worry about Batter, he makes it out fine :D)

[atzloverr]

Love beyond our realm

Yandere fallen angel Yeosang x reader

Warnings: not biblically accurate AT ALL, obsessive behavior, somnophilia, yandere themes, rape, bondage, oral (f recieving), purely fiction, body worship, he is fucked in the head, read at your own risk!!! minors dni

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Yeosang hated humans.

He had always thought of them as lesser creatures, even as his brethren thought of them as cute and clueless, Yeosang knew what they were truly capable of.

Being a guardian angel to a monster disguised as a human was hard, and having to watch that monster hurt innocent people, was enough to convince Yeosang to never trust a human again.

“Forgive me father,” Yeosang spoke. The cathedral was empty at this time of day, so he found himself here, begging for forgiveness in such a pathetic human place. He would’ve returned to his own realm, if it weren’t for the sin he had committed.

Surely they’ll never forgive him for killing a human. It’s the one rule Angels can never break, no matter what. They were sent to help the poor humans, so committing such a crime could never be forgiven.

As much as Yeosang wanted to feel bad, he just couldn’t. Seeing the human he was assigned to protect rape innocent women was enough to make Yeosang snap.

“These filthy humans…” he spoke lowly before standing up to leave the cathedral once again. His majestic wings shimmered in the moonlight shining through the windows as he finally decided to make his way back to his realm. If it was one thing he had learned from his brethren, it was to never avoid the inevitable.

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Yeosang’s anguished scream was probably heard by all creatures of the realm, as he was harshly whipped. When yet another whipping sound was heard, it was soon followed by another sound of pure terror.

The blonde angel had to admit that he had it coming. He knew what he did when he decided to personally murder that disgusting man, and even as he felt the harsh whip crack the skin of his chest open once again, he didn’t feel an ounce of regret.

As he felt himself slowly lose consciousness after the hours of torture, he was sure this was the end. Angels were known to be immortal in the human realm, but they could die in the hands of another supernatural being.

As he finally felt the deep and dark slumber wash over him, a wave of relief did so as well. Finally, his suffering was going to end, and he wouldn’t have to endure the miserable life of an angel anymore.

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It was a rainy evening, the dark clouds occasionally being illuminated by the bright lightning. You heard the rumble of thunder as you drove home from work on the empty driveway.

Suddenly, your attention was snatched by something odd laying on the side of the rode. You squinted, trying to see the oddly shaped thing. As you came closer and closer, your eyes only widened further.

Wings.

Big, white and graceful wings were wrapped around the creature. You wondered if it was some kind of bird, but you had never seen such big wings before.

As you came closer to the odd thing, you pulled over and rushed out of the car to examine it.

You started looking at it from different angles, but when you finally saw the full form of the creature, you froze.

It was a human. With wings.

You blinked.

Without even processing those unimaginable thoughts for longer, you stepped closer to him. He looked young, and his chest and stomach was filled with wounds, bleeding out. The only clothes he seemed to wear was a type of cloth around his hips, covering up his private parts. You crouched down, trying to get a better look at him.

He was lying on his side, his right wing wrapped protectively around him like a shield. His body weight was pressed over the other, and even though you still couldn’t comprehend this being, you could tell he needed help.

His eyes were closed, and even after just getting a brief look at his face, you gasped in awe at his beauty.

An angel?

You thought back to your mother, who told you tales about the angels. Those who protect us every single day, without us knowing a thing.

You had always thought of those stories as fairytales, but right now, you had no choice but to believe them.

You grabbed his wounded shoulders, trying your best to avoid any cuts, and tried shaking him awake.

“Hello?” your voice called for him, laced with panic and urgency. Your breath only picked up more when he showed no signs of consciousness, lying there like a lifeless doll on the ground.

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A voice.

Small, but so apparent.

Yeosang contemplated whether he was dead or not. It was unknown to him what would happen if an angel died. Would he be eternally punished for his sins?

That voice.

He heard it again.

It wasn’t the voice of some cruel demon wanting to hurt him, it was one laced with concern and care.

He didn’t want to believe what his suspicions told him.

A human woman.

Yeosang felt his body being shaken. Two hands were wrapped around his forearms, too gently to hurt, but too firm to go unnoticed in the state he found himself in.

Somewhere in between life and death. This voice, these hands, they were desperately trying to pull him towards life.

He found himself growing more and more aware, and suddenly, you were there. You were right in front of him.

Surely, this creature couldn’t be human.

Such a warm gaze, such a gentle tone, even when in distress. Such beauty, what could he had possibly done to deserve such a deity’s tender attention.

Your eyes roamed his wounded body, and occasionally met his half opened eyes, admiring you.

“Here, please let me help you,” he heard your voice sound out. His wings flapped in discomfort, and just then, he realized the position he was in. A groan of pain escaped his lips as his body weight pressed down on his injured wing.

You tried to pull him upwards, and his surprisingly light body came crashing down in your embrace. You still tried your best not to hurt his already wounded body.

Yeosang’s head snapped up, meeting your gaze. He examined your face with caution. She looked human. He knew there were kind humans out there, but a part of him didn’t want to believe it.

“Do you think you could walk with me to my car?” you asked. The intense worry in your voice shocked the angel. Why would you care so much for someone you had never encountered before?

As you helped him stand up, he hissed in pain when you accidentally brushed up against his injured wing. You apologized immediately, slowly leading him to your car.

The quiet rumble of the engine soothed the injured angel in your backseat. In order to fit his large wings in your small car, he had to almost lay down. You weren’t happy with his position, but made sure to try and drive as safely as possible, not wanting to cause an accident.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you focused on driving. He noticed the way you purposely avoided all the road bumps, clearly not wanting him to get further injured.

He had never been this mesmerized with a mere human before. Having seen them every day for years, this was the first time someone managed to catch his attention in this way.

He ended up silently admiring you the entire car ride home, not wanting to tear his eyes away from you for a reason he couldn’t understand. What about you was so special? Why did he feel the need to protect you? Sure, as a guardian angel, it was his job to protect his assigned human, but he had never felt such an obligation to do so until as of right now.

You eyed the curious angel in your backseat through the rear-view window, still not quite believing your own eyes. As you stopped the car, you had to gather all your sanity to talk to him again. Had you gone crazy? Was this some weird hallucination who you spoke to?

It had felt so real, helping him to your car, touching his blemished skin.

When you finally appeared at the small cottage you had learned to call home, you noticed that the rain had stopped. You smiled slightly when you stepped out of the car, only being able to smell the previous downpour.

“Here, let me help you out,” you suggested to the man in your backseat, reaching out your hand for him to grab. His eyes were wide with interest, as he slowly put his hand in yours. He blinked at the sudden touch.

As you gently led him into your house, sitting him down on a chair in the kitchen, Yeosang’s eyes never left your face. You didn’t know what to think of it. You honestly didn’t know what to think of any of this.

“Okay, I’ll go get some things to clean your wounds with, so you just stay put,” you said, sounding unsure of yourself. Yeosang only nodded, knowing that your human medicine might not work on him, but not minding having you try and take care of him.

As you rushed to the bathroom, you felt a wave of panic wash over you. There was a random man, if you could even call him that, in your house. Where did he come from? Why was he lying on the street covered in wounds? What is he?

You gathered tour thoughts, and decided to just focus on what you could do right now, which was just helping him patch up.

As you anxiously stepped into your small kitchen again, you noticed that he had stood up, currently examining a painting on your wall.

“O- Oh no, please sit down,” you begged, slowly walking up to him. “You’re hurt.”

He looked at you, and immediately went back to the position you left him in, sitting obediently on the chair. You sighed as you picked up an antibacterial liquid, coating a cotton swab with it.

“This might sting,” you said apologetically, slowly cleaning one of the wounds on his stomach. You eyed his reaction, but barely found a response, he just kept his eyes plastered on your face in interest.

As you continued treating his wounds, Yeosang felt an odd feeling in his stomach. Even when his wings were aching like never before, the pain of literally falling out of the sky haunting him, he could only focus on one thing right now.

You.

You were such a sweet little human. As much as it was endearing, it was also confusing. Humans were vile creatures, only causing trouble on earth, so why were you an exception? It almost frustrated the angel. It was as if his beliefs got crushed, proving him wrong about the humans.

Oh, but you were so cute. Helping him with his wounds, treating them with such care and weariness.

Yeosang thought that, maybe this was a sign from the gods. Maybe, his sins would only be forgiven if he succeeded at his new task.

Protecting you.

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For the first few days, Yeosang assumed you were just a kind hearted human, who was willing to take care of him when he needed it most. But when he gazed upon your worried expression as you tenderly cleaned his legs, making sure not to brush up against his not yet fully healed injuries, another thought came to him.

You weren’t just a mere human, no. You were something else. Perhaps, some unknown force granted him a new opportunity to prove himself, by giving him a new chance.

A goddess.

A new person for him to devote himself to, only this time, in human form.

Surely it couldn’t have been a coincidence, meeting you that day, when he was in such desperate need for care.

“Yeosang, are you listening to me?” you smiled, looking up at the man’s dazed eyes. He blinked, before looking away in shame. “Sorry, what were you saying?” Yeosang said quietly, his gaze meeting yours.

“Do your wounds still hurt? Do you want me to get some medicine?” you repeated, causing Yeosang to immediately shake his head. “No, no, there’s… No need for that,” he replied, hands finding the towel laying in his lap.

For the past few days, you had been taking care of Yeosang like one would take care of a child, in need of constant care. You made him meals, bathed him and made sure he got enough sleep every night. When he explained to you what his life had been like before you found him, you couldn’t even believe what you were hearing.

If anyone else would’ve told you these obscure stories about angels, you would’ve never believed a single word, but as you woke up every morning with the winged man still in your house, you had no choice but to believe him.

And at this point, you didn’t know what to do with him. He didn’t have anywhere else to go, but honestly, you couldn’t afford taking care of him for however long he needed it.

Yeosang didn’t seem the least bit worried about his future though. He just kept a small smile plastered on his lips as you tended to his needs.

You watched as he politely wiped his lips after finishing the breakfast you had provided him.

“Thank you so much, Y/n,” he said, looking deep into your eyes.

“Yeah, I have to get to work now,” you spoke, getting up to put your outerwear on, but a hand around your wrist halted you in your movements. Your head snapped back to Yeosang, who had stood up from his seat, an almost frightened look on his face.

“N-no don’t…” he started, fingers grazing your wrist carefully.

“I’ll be back in a few hours, and there’s lunch for you to heat up when I’m gone,” you comforted, awkwardly trying to shake his grip on you.

He pouted and let out a whine in disagreement, like a child throwing a tantrum. Yeosang knew that if his brethren saw him like this, they wouldn’t be able to stifle their laughter. His utter disgust with the human race was such a contrast to his behavior right now, feeling such sadness at the thought of you leaving.

Just as you were about to wave Yeosang goodbye, he pulled your body towards his in a long hug, his almost fully healed wings wrapping around the two of you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You felt flustered at his sudden display of affection, but just assumed he felt scared to be alone. He hadn’t spent a single moment alone as a fallen angel, without you by his side, aiding to his needs constantly.

Yeosang watched as your car drove further and further away from your small house, the sound of the engine slowly fading away. He felt so useless, not being able to watch over you in your daily life. Who knew what type of humans would encounter you today? Who knew what they would to do you?

Yeosang took a few deep breaths. He had to keep himself calm, and presentable for you, his goddess. You were never to see him in such a state, lacking self control. He needed to prove himself as your devoted follower.

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“Y/n! You’re home!” Yeosang cheered as he practically flew up from the couch, running up to you as you stepped inside. You felt a comfortable warmth when he took your hands in his, yours being cold from the october weather outside. He rubbed the back of your hands with his thumbs, continuing to warm them.

A look of distress covered his features before he wrapped his arms around you. You never expected him to be so touchy, but honestly, couldn’t complain.

You hadn’t received this type of affection from someone in years, and knowing someone was anticipating your return from work felt… good.

You didn’t want to admit it, thinking back to the fact that this man was a complete stranger, and a fallen angel at that.

“You’re freezing,” he pouted, his arms rubbing your shoulders. “You have to dress more appropriately,” he scolded, but you only giggled at his attempt at sounding tough.

“I’m fine,” you playfully rolled your eyes before detangling yourself from his arms. His eyes kept following your figure as you took off your shoes and coat, never once leaving your form, even as you started becoming visibly uncomfortable with his stare.

You were just so, enchanting. Something about you was so graceful and beautiful. The way you swiftly took off your coat, or just the way your hair curved when you tucked it behind your ears. Yeosang couldn’t tell if he wanted you to dote on him for the rest of your life, or if he wanted to be the one to take care of you. He didn’t want to disturb you with his needs and wants, but oh, how wonderful it felt to have someone like you look after him. He could easily make himself seem more helpless than he actually is, just to observe you when you take care of him.

After dinner, it didn’t take long until you were passed out on the couch. The meaningless program on the TV, paired with the exhaustion from your long shift, made your eyelids heavy in a matter of seconds. Yeosang watched closely as your chest rose and fell in your deep slumber.

A small gasp escaped his lips. How could someone be so beautiful, even when fast asleep? You looked so peaceful and calm, contrasting your somewhat stressed demeanor that you always seemed to have during the day.

Yeosang wanted to make every day for you free of stress and anxiety. You deserved to be loved, cherished and taken care of in a way no other human could even dream of.

You didn’t wake up when you were slowly picked up from your position on the couch. The TV turned off, and the sweet humming of Yeosang being the only thing heard in your house.

Yeosang made sure not to move you too quickly when he put you down on the soft bed. When you were at work, he had tried his best to understand everything there was to know about your house, so he had quickly learned where you kept all of your clothes.

Just as he was about to pull out some clothes for you to sleep in, he had a thought.

Did you really need clothes to sleep in?

Angels never wore clothes when sleeping, and after all, you had your blankets to cover your body. He closed your closet and walked up to your sleeping form. Looking down, he could see the way his hands were trembling slightly in excitement. Seeing a goddess like you unclothed would truly be a privilege, but as your devoted follower, he would make sure to make it up to you in any way he possibly could.

When Yeosang slowly pulled your pants down, revealing your bare legs, he felt an odd sensation between his legs. He twitched, and looked down to see his already fully ejected dick, forming a tent in the loose pants you’d provided for him.

Never in his life had he gotten so turned on this quickly. Angels were higher creatures, with more self control, so did becoming a fallen angel mean that he now had the sexual drive of a regular human? Yeosang tried his best to ignore his thoughts, and continued to undress you carefully.

His breath shuddered when he revealed your bare stomach. Unfortunately, you were wearing a bra. Another thing he hated about humans, their need to make the female gender suffer. Why should you need to wear such an uncomfortable thing? He sighed as he unclasped it from the back. He made sure his touch remained featherlight, not wanting to wake you up from your well deserved rest.

Now, the only thing remaining on you were your panties. Yeosang had to admit it felt perverted, to undress you like this when you weren’t conscious. He knew that humans felt ashamed to be seen bare, but he really only did this for your own comfort.

His hands gripped the soft fabric of your panties as he slowly pulled them down. He felt his heartbeat pick up in excitement when you were soon completely naked, small goosebumps showing up on your skin as the cold air chilled you.

You truly were divine.

Yeosang was sure he hadn’t seen you this beautiful before. You were truly unreal, your body curved to perfection, illuminated with such a gentle glow.

Your covers were gently thrown over your body. Yeosang started to undress himself, not being able to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. He wasn’t satisfied with the boxers you had given him. They were too tight, and not breathable enough, but if it made you happy, he would wear anything you asked him to.

As his body slowly sunk under the covers, he almost moaned at the feeling of the soft material against his skin. His wings had a mind of their own, instinctively wrapping around your body. Yeosang felt flustered as your body pushed against his. He inhaled your scent deeply, and couldn’t stop his hand from traveling lower on his body.

He had never felt this type of sexual frustration before. It was like he needed a release as quickly as possible. His hips soon started bucking into his soft hands, small moans of pleasure escaping him. He made sure to keep his eyes on you the whole time, making sure you stayed asleep.

His free arm snaked itself around your bare waist, his hand lovingly rubbing your stomach. Yeosang felt his orgasm building inside of him, and had to bite his lips in order to muffle his loud moans as he finally exploded into his hand, trying not to make a mess in your bed.

Even as Yeosang’s eyes started to roll back, he made sure to keep them on you. He couldn’t be distracted from your beauty. This was all because of you. As his breathing slowly calmed down again, he couldn’t stop himself from leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, the small whimpers you let out in your sleep making him think of something.

It felt so wrong.

Pleasuring himself like this, without even giving you an ounce of the same wonderful feelings of bliss. You deserved to be worshipped, not have someone worthless getting the pleasure of the sight of you without paying you for the privilege.

Yeosang’s hands pulled away from your form as he repositioned himself. He was now on top of you, the sheets pulled off of you to reveal the beauty underneath.

He started leaving open mouthed kisses down your body, his tongue occasionally licking your soft skin to get a taste of the divine. When his head came down to the level of your chest, he couldn’t help but attach his mouth to one of your soft breasts.

He started licking your nipples carefully, still making sure not to wake you up. When he noticed that you were still fast asleep, he got so bold as to suck on the hardened nubs, his tongue slowly flicking them. No words could describe the satisfaction he felt when you let out another small whimper. You must like it then, he thought.

He let his mouth keep wandering down, kisses being left all over your stomach, before he finally reached his final destination.

He gently held your thighs in his hands, his fingers softly kneading the flesh. He took a few deep breaths before doing what he couldn’t wait any longer to do. He felt a jolt of pleasure wash over him when he finally felt your warm sex on his tongue.

The erection he had worked to get down, was now bigger than ever.

His tongue started lapping you slowly, just drinking in your taste. Yeosang had to stifle a moan when he felt your divine juices coat his lips. Soon, the long laps evolved into fast licks to your clit, making you stir slightly in your sleep. Lewd sounds continued to escape your barely opened lips, your body succumbing to the pleasure of Yeosang’s tongue working wonders.

At this point, keeping you asleep wasn’t one of Yeosang’s concerns. He honestly wouldn’t mind it if you woke up. You deserved to feel this pleasure, and he could tell your orgasm was starting to build even as you kept sleeping, your hips bucking into his face slightly, in a way that was barely noticeable.

As his mouth started sucking on your clit, your little whimpers became moans instead, and Yeosang noticed the way you slowly regained consciousness.

He kept abusing your clit in a way he knew made you weak in the knees, and now, your eyes were opening. Your moans of pleasure got mixed with confused sounds, your mind not comprehending what was going on.

If Yeosang’s mouth wasn’t occupied, he would’ve told you to just enjoy it, to not worry about anything. But now, his only goal was to make you cum, to let you drown in the pleasure of an orgasm. And that, you did.

You couldn’t even think when you felt your thighs clench around his head in desperation, your orgasm washing over you, filling you with bliss. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your legs starting to shake. Yeosang’s skillful tongue was still pleasuring you between your legs as you whined in overstimulation.

You blinked before grabbing Yeosang’s head. He obeyed when you pulled him upward slightly, his head eventually coming up to eye level with you.

“What are you doing—“ you slurred out, still feeling hazy from just having woken up. “Shh,” he hushed, his hands finding your hair. He laid down next to you, humming softly as his hands soothingly rubbed your head.

“It was just a dream…” you heard before slowly drifting into unconsciousness once again.

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Ever since that night, Yeosang had grown more and more desperate. At this point, one might even call him obsessed.

You had woken up completely clothed, with Yeosang acting completely natural. You felt so disgusted with yourself, having wet dreams of the innocent man who had been nothing but kind to you.

Yeosang smirked when he saw the look on your face that morning, clearly searching his face for any information. You must’ve just thought it was a dream. How cute.

Yeosang knew you felt ashamed, which probably meant you would try to subconsciously ‘make it up to him’ in some way. So one day when you came home from work, Yeosang innocently came up to you with a massage oil he found in your bathroom.

“Let me try…” he said, eyes twinkling with innocence. You couldn’t even deny him, that begging look in his eyes combined with your need for a massage making it impossible.

You were soon splayed out on the bed on your stomach, only a towel covering your private parts as Yeosang’s soft hands kneaded your back in just the right way. Yeosang felt his erection grow as you let out low moans of pleasure, mind wandering back to that night.

That’s when Yeosang first realized, he needed to have you again. He needed to continue worshipping at the altar that was your body.

You felt conflicted about Yeosang’s presence in your home. As much as you found it odd to have this creature in your own home, you had also grown fond of him, finding him more and more endearing for each day that passed.

But for each day that passed, Yeosang felt himself become more and more possessive over you. You were his goddess. No human could ever even begin to understand your importance on this earth, so hearing you talk on the phone with your coworkers, especially those of the male gender, made Yeosang’s skin crawl in disgust.

You were just watching TV one afternoon when Yeosang plopped himself down on his knees in front of you. You were about to ask him what was wrong, but he answered before you could utter the question.

“Please Y/n,” he started, his voice laced with utter desperation. His eyes found yours, before he said words you would never expect to exit his mouth. “Let me taste you again.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your head tilting. You didn’t want to realize what he was actually saying.

“That night… It- It wasn’t a dream, Y/n,” he confessed, his eyes continually staring into your wide ones. “I know you enjoyed it,” he continued, his hands starting to explore the length of your legs.

You immediately scooted away from your spot in the couch, breath quickening in panic as you let his words sink in.

“What wasn’t a dream?” you tested him, still refusing to accept it.

“When I tasted you for the first time… Oh, it was so beautiful—“

“You did that to me in my sleep!?” you yelled, scrambling up from the couch and taking a few steps back. Yeosang followed suit, stepping closer to you with a confused expression.

“But Y/n, you enjoyed—“

“Have you done it multiple times?” you asked, voice cracking slightly in panic.

He paused. “Well, yes, but I just wanted to make you feel good—“

You interrupted him with a sharp gasp, your head shaking in disbelief.

“You freak!” you yelled, backing into the wall behind you, feeling disgusted at the man’s previous actions. Yeosang’s eyes widened at your outburst, his eyes already filling with tears. He never wanted it to be this way, he just wanted you to feel good—

As you were about to run past the man, you were harshly grabbed by your waist, almost causing you to fall. You were turned around to find Yeosang on his knees in front of you, clasping on to your body, his face pushed against your thighs.

“Don’t leave me, please,” he begged, his voice telling you that he was already crying. You didn’t know what to make of any of this. You felt intimidated by his steel grip on you, not allowing you to move a centimeter.

“My goddess please, I’ll do anything,” he sobbed. You looked down at him in confusion. “Goddess?” you echoed.

He only sobbed louder at your response, his arms now working to pull you down to his level. You eventually gave in to his pull, allowing yourself to be sat down in front of him on the floor. His arms wrapped around your form, his wings shielding the two of you.

You were stuck.

Yeosang’s tears blended with your own, as his mouth pressed kisses on your cheeks in some attempt at comforting you.

“Stay with me here, forever,” he whispered, hands roaming your body. “My goddess, I’ll do anything.”

You felt suffocated by the warmth of Yeosang’s body pressed against yours with his wings not letting any air into your little cocoon. The longer you stayed in there, the less conscious you became, your body eventually falling limp into Yeosang’s arms from the lack of air, sending you into a deep sleep that you would never forgive yourself for falling into.

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You woke up to the feeling of something wet and warm spreading its juices across your nipples, a whine escaping your throat as your eyes found the man responsible.

You viewed as his head lifted from your breasts, his tear-stained eyes meeting yours in a smile you could only describe as disgusting. His lips shined with his saliva, his teeth grazing them ever so lightly. He remained eye contact with you as his lips found your left nipple again, his tongue swirling against it before he sucked on it, making a pop sound when disconnecting from it.

“Good morning beautiful,” he spoke before switching to your right boob, his hand instead playing with the other. You immediately tried to get up, but noticed something restraining you from doing so.

You looked up to the horror of your hands tied to the headboard of your bed, the rope not budging when you tried to harshly pull your arms away. When trying to move your legs, you noticed that they wouldn’t budge either, making you whine in frustration, tears already forming in your eyes.

“Now you can stay here forever,” Yeosang giggled, placing a chaste kiss to your lips, before lowering his head to your chest once again. ”My goddess.”

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Devotion

Yandere Angel x Reader

TW: Yandere Behaviors, virginity loss/blood (dubcon), unbalanced power dynamic. Stockholm Syndrom MDNI

WC: 2k

Thinking about yandere angels with egos so inflated they see themselves as gods.

The kind who can’t fathom the idea of not being adored, especially by someone as soft and radiant as you, a devoted priestess. The kind of angel who sees their love for you not as a flaw, but as something divine, even when it starts to consume them.

And when you don’t reciprocate their devotion? It’s not just rejection—it’s blasphemy. They feel it etching into their very being, carving itself into the rings of their eyes like a new deadly sin. A longing so raw and agonizing, it sears through them. It’s a pain so unbearable they’d rather fall from the heavens than endure it a second longer.

Perhaps revealing his true form had been a mistake.

But what else could he have done? How else could he show you the depth of his devotion, the unbearable weight of his love?

In his human guise, he was nothing to you. Just another man, no different from the others who worked the gardens or sang praises in the temple halls. You brushed off his lingering touches like they were nothing, turned away from his yearning gaze like he wasn’t even there. And oh, how that hurt.

He’d watch you, always. Watched as you laughed with the other priestesses, your voice soft and melodic as you hummed prayers to the heavens, your hands weaving blossoms into garlands with such delicate grace.

Prayers that should have been meant for him.

But he wasn’t just a man. He wasn’t one of your temple brethren, desperate for a glance or a kind word. He was your god. Your salvation. The very reason the flowers bloomed beneath your feet and the sun graced your skin.

And yet, as he watched you twirl in the flower fields, silken gown catching the breeze and hair glowing in the golden rays of sunlight, he felt so small.

You were his god.

The thought burned in his chest, an unbearable ache that clawed at him from within. It was wrong, this feeling. A god should not feel small. A god should not bow before his creation. And yet, you reduced him to something lesser, something aching and hollow, longing for your gaze as though your love alone could sustain him.

He needed you.

It was not a want, not a passing desire, but a hunger that carved itself into the very marrow of his existence. With every moment you didn’t see him, his divine power faltered, his wings feeling heavier, his light dimmer. You, with your radiant smile and unknowing grace, held his entire existence in your hands.

He craved you with a desperation that bordered on worship. Your laughter became his gospel, your touch his sacrament. And yet, you remained oblivious to the storm raging within him, to the pain that ripped through him each time your gaze lingered anywhere but on him.

So, he showed you.

When his true form unraveled before you, it was both agony and ecstasy. Rings of infinite, burning eyes opened, each one fixing on you, devouring you. Wings, vast and unknowable, unfurled with such force they bent the air around them, casting the gardens into shadow. His presence was no longer something soft or gentle—it was overwhelming, a tidal wave of light and fury.

And his voice. Oh, his voice.

It was a symphony, both terrible and beautiful, a sound that split the air and reverberated in the depths of your soul. He whispered your name as though it were a hymn, each syllable imbued with a longing so profound it cracked the heavens. The sound carried with it the weight of eternity, the desperate prayer of a being who had waited lifetimes for this moment.

He saw the way you froze, the way your body trembled beneath the weight of his presence. He saw the fear in your eyes, the way your hands clutched at your chest as though trying to shield your very soul. And though it was not what he wanted—not the love he yearned for—it was enough.

Because in that moment, you saw him.

Not the man who lingered in the temple halls, nor the one whose hands you brushed off without a second thought. You saw him, in all his infinite, incomprehensible glory.

And for the first time, he felt whole.

When he was done, when he had felt like you had enough, when the brilliance of his true form faded and he returned to his human shell, he found you crumpled before him, your body trembling, your cheeks stained with tears. He crouched down, his hands shaking as he touched you, soft as a supplicant before the altar.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the salt on your skin. “Do not be afraid.”

But even showing you the divinity of his existence. A very god from the heavens, etched from the stars. Wasn’t enough. Even as he kissed you, his hands desperate to hold you closer, even as your body slackened in his arms, he could feel the gap between you. He could feel your terror, your fragility, the way you couldn’t understand the vastness of his love.

It hurt. It hurt more than anything he had ever known.

Because you were his god, the very reason for existing, the only thing that could fill the endless void inside him. And yet, you recoiled. You trembled in his embrace as though he were something monstrous.

“Why do you fear me?” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Can’t you see what you are to me? You’re everything.”

As his hands clutched you tighter, not in anger but in desperation, as if letting go would shatter him entirely. He had shown you all he was, stripped himself bare for you. And still, you slipped through his grasp like sand.

Was it so wrong for him to need you? To worship you? To crave you so deeply that it hollowed his very soul?

You were his god, and he was your broken disciple. And he would make you see it. 

Because no god could abandon their most devoted follower.

“I’ll follow you,” he repeated, his voice soft, almost fragile as if the thought of losing you was enough to unmake him. “Even if I must crawl through fire, through darkness so deep it swallows me whole. Even if I lose everything—my wings, my grace, my very name—I’ll find you. I’ll carve myself into the marrow of your soul, so deeply that we will never be parted. Not in this life, not in the next. You are mine, and I am yours.”

His words weren’t sweet, loving promises. His hands, so gentle yet unrelenting, cupped your face as his eyes—those eyes that had seen the infinite—bore into yours. You wanted to look away, to pull back from the intensity of his gaze, but you couldn’t. His grip, his presence, held you captive in ways that went beyond flesh and bone.

At first, the fear of his true form had been enough to keep you pliant. The memory of those rings of burning eyes, that overwhelming presence that seemed to consume the very air, kept you rooted in place. Every brush of his hand, every whispered word, reminded you of what lay beneath the façade of humanity he wore so convincingly. You stayed because to resist felt like courting annihilation.

But his devotion wasn’t soft; it was desperate to carve you into another deadly sin.

The garden where you once found solace, where you sang hymns to the heavens and tended to flowers in peaceful devotion, had become something else entirely. A space no longer sacred but defiled by his love—if love it could be called.

He cornered you there, amidst the blooms that once symbolized purity, now crushed beneath your bodies. His hands gripped yours, pinning them to the earth as though to tether you to him, to make you an unshakable part of his existence. His gaze, burning with that unholy light, pierced into your very soul.

The petals beneath you, soft and fragrant, carried the cruel irony of the moment. They dampened with blood—your blood—staining the earth that had once been a place of worship. His movements, though deliberate, carried a desperation, a need to stake his claim not just over your body, but over your very being.

After all, at the end of the day, he was still a man.

"You were always meant to be mine," he whispered, voice trembling between fevered thrusts. "Even the gods know it—even the stars themselves. You were made for me, the greatest of all creations."

When the act was over, he didn’t release you. His arms wrapped around you tightly, his touch gentle yet suffocating. His lips pressed fevered kisses to your tear-streaked cheeks, murmuring promises that felt more like prayers to an unseen deity.

“You’re my salvation,” he murmured, his voice trembling against your skin. “But I’ll make myself your sin. I’ll weave myself into you, body and soul until no part of you is untouched by me.”

Somehow you stayed. Not because you wanted to. Not because you loved him.

Afraid of the being who could unmake you with a single thought. Fearful of the burning rings of eyes, the suffocating wings, and the divine madness that simmered beneath his human shell.

Yet as the days turned into weeks, something within you shifted.

The fear dulled, and softened, like a blade losing its edge. His touch, once suffocating, became something else—a tether, a strange comfort that you found yourself confiding in. He was everywhere, a constant shadow over your life- a guardian angel in your wake. 

And then, one day, you kissed him.

It was small, barely more than a fleeting brush of lips, but it was enough. Enough to send him reeling, enough to ignite something that burned brighter than the heavens he once called home.

The kind of kiss that left him frozen, his breath catching as though the world had stopped spinning.

“You… kissed me,” he murmured, a voice trembling with something that sounded like disbelief, as though the act had unraveled his very being. Something that should have been so meaningless, he clutched onto for dear life. 

You didn’t respond—not with words, not with an explanation. But it didn’t matter to him. It never did. His lips were on yours again before you could even think, fervent and desperate, his hands clutching at you as though you might vanish if he dared let go. There was no restraint, no hesitation, only the consuming need to feel you, to know you were his.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, you found yourself responding—not out of love, not out of desire, but something more primal, more insidious. Survival, you told yourself. A way to keep him calm, to keep the fire that burned behind his eyes from engulfing you.

But deep down, you knew it wasn’t that simple.

You weren’t just surviving. You were falling.

Falling deeper into the pits of hell, where the flames would soon lick at your skin the way his lips did, consuming you in their unbearable heat. Vines of need and possession twisted around your heart, constricting your breath until the only thing left was him—his touch, his words, his presence.

“I love you,” he whispered in the dead of night, his voice trembling with reverence so raw it made your skin crawl. “I love you more than the stars, more than the heavens themselves. I love you more than I was ever meant to love anything.”

Sometimes, you would murmur back—a soft acknowledgment, a sound that wasn’t quite rejection but wasn’t acceptance either. You weren’t sure what it was anymore. A concession? A survival tactic? Or the first crack in the fragile walls you’d built to keep him at bay?

This life wasn’t enough for him, and soon, you realized, it wouldn’t be enough for you either. He had made you his, not just in this moment, but in every moment that would ever exist. In this life and the next. In every breath, every form, every fleeting heartbeat until the end of time.

And when the stars themselves burned out, when the heavens crumbled and turned to dust, you would still be there with him. Even as stardust, you knew, that sweet angel would find a way to intertwine himself with you.

Characters:

JJK: Gojo, Geto, Kenjaku

AOT: Eren (post time-skip), Zeke, Ymir

BNHA: Hawks, Overhaul, Dabi

Alien Stage: Luka

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Lucifer headcanons PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS (Maybe what most citizens of hell think of him? And how they and the kings react when mc gets close to him?) PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

I'm not confident in my Lucifer headcanon's since I wrote that Lucifer breeding fic but heeeeeere hhhhh

Lucifer headcannons

NSFW&SFW

Lucifer was once an angel and as angels the assistance of God they help make humans and devils so it would make sense that Lucifer one of God's most prized angels would know a fair amount of human and devil anatomy.

Perhaps he became Hell's greatest doctor because he felt guilt of how much useless slaughter he and his brothers did. So, instead of killing, he wanted to help. And his subordinates, supportive of his dream, became healers and doctors with him.

However, he is still the demon of pride, and he wants to be your primary care doctor, and he will not sway his will. The Kings really don't fight him on this because, well, he is the right person to trust with your health.

My most favorite headcanon (and probably the least true, to be honest) is that since his fall, he is slowly learning about sex and sexual attraction. And you are playing a heavy hand on corrupting him, and he loves it. He was a pious angel; though not perfect to many of his brethren, he was considered highly regarded. And now look at him, fucking you till you cry in an act so obscene that it would make his brothers weep. Corruption kink Lucifer. Go brrr.

He wants to corrupt you, just like you corrupt him, but how do you corrupt someone who is already sinful filth/affectionate

Lucifer sees you as the perfect partner to try sexual acts with because he trusts you the most, and he likes you. That goes without saying. Unbeknownst to you, Lucifer is a fast learner. Once you teach him how to pleasure you, the next thing you know, he'll be making you writhe and scream.

Lucifer is a little bitey during sex. Especially when he is about to come, he clenches his teeth before to stop himself from sinking his fangs into your neck, but he can't help it. He needs to feel your soft skin in his mouth. His favorite places to bite are your neck and your thighs, other than your tears and your cum,. Your blood is the third favorite taste.

Lucifer is on the more serious side; jokes tend to bounce off his head. Especially ones made by younger devils... So much so that he gets angry when anyone mentions any word he cannot understand.

As the demon of pride it is his way or the highway. He can break any rule he wants but you, less you want to be a brat (please do He likes to punish). You may not break any rules of his.

Lucifer is as caring and gentle as he is strict; your tears frighten him just as much as it arouses him. He doesn't want to see you cry if it's not from pleasure. His gaze will grow soft, his voice deep and gentle, calling you cooing as he wipes away your tears.

He still has that little bit of animosity toward you He knows it is not your fault. He tells you straight up that it's because he is an angel. Even though most of it is mostly gone, he still gets a slight sickly pleasure from making you cry; He can't help it. He's a little bit of a sadist when he comes to you.

Everyone knows what Lucifer's penmanship looks like but no one can fucking read it. It's a mess of This is the most doctor shit you've ever seen. To you it just looks like an L and a squiggle written in a shimmering gold font (expensive fountain pen gift from Mammon)

Mammon likes Lucifer in a sort of "ooh, that man is pretty; never had an angel in my collection before." Where when Lucifer sees Mammon, it's mainly with Satan, so his first reaction is "God damn it not again."

He still calls you child of Adam or child of man And he still apologizes for it.

Lucifer is quite the romantic despite now becoming a devil, he thinks that hellborn devils should learn that sex is much sweeter when the tension is right. Basically his version of "these youngsters are still young SMH"

Lucifer unironically likes Twilight.

Lucifer texts like he is a character AI bot with perfect English and punctuation. Good luck trying to text him back because he knows nothing about text slang.

You annoy him so much and he loves it. You're so cute please keep pissing him off he'll still love you even when he kicks you out. He literally can't stay mad at you.

He's wondering how the fuck are you still alive You've been wondering that yourself all these years. Maybe that's why you so protective over your health now.

Dads you a lot. "You have to eat this finish your food it's healthy. Blah blah blah- too much screen time is bad for your eyes." "Blah blah blah-humans should get at least 8 hours of sleep Go to bed- blah blah blah." "Stop eating shitty foods and actually cook a decent meal-blah blah blah." at this point, calling him Daddy is becoming less of a joke.

Also Lucifer: buys you chocolates, takes you to fancy dinners.

Lucifer hates being called Daddy. And he hates that he's starting to like it; please stop.

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