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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 7 months ago

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Killua and the Power of Wishes

Okay going to try and make this coherent because the amount of wish association all through Killua's character development makes me want to chew plaster.

As a fair warning, this analysis ended up being long as hell, and I didn't even include everything I could've said. This is also just one lens to analyze Killua's story arc with, and I feel there are other valid interpretations of some of these moments. This is just one of mine, so keep that in mind please.

One last warning that this analysis does discuss emotional manipulation and abuse, as is par for Killua's background.

Let's set the stage with one important piece of info: Killua's birthday.

Killua's birthday is July 7th, the same day as Tanabata. Tanabata is a folklore-rich festival where according to legend, the two lovers, weaver Orihime and cowherd Hikoboshi, represented by the two stars, Vega and Altair, are allowed to reunite once a year after separation. A popular custom of Tanabata is to make wishes by writing them down on tanzaku, then hang it on a bamboo tree so that the wish might one day come true.

Tanabata is also known as the Star Festival. Please keep this in mind, because I'm going to come back to it.

To finish setting up the lens for this analysis, I'm going to need to dig into the game-changer scene for Killua's early characterization - his confrontation with Illumi at the end of the Hunter Exam, and specifically, the exact nature of Illumi's manipulation of him.

I say "game-changer" because it really is - up until this point, it's kind of fair to not fully know what to think about Killua. Certainly, he seems excited to hang out with Gon (he approached him first, after all) and he's friendly enough, but he's also arrogant and claims to be motivated mainly by boredom. For all intents and purposes, Killua seems set up to be Gon's dangerous yet charismatic rival... but then this scene happens and it completely turns it all on its head.

Because Killua may have mentioned his family was controlling before, but he seriously downplayed the severity of it - likely because he has no point of reference for how awful his situation actually is other than it makes him feel bad and trapped. Illumi's appearance immediately shifts our understanding of Killua from runaway murder kid with annoying murder family to straight-up victim of emotional abuse, and dissolves his cockiness instantly to terror.

What does all this have to do with wishes? Glad you asked. Let's look at some of Illumi's dialogue.

[ID: A screenshot from HxH episode 20 of the 2011 anime. Killua looks up, sweating and conflicted, as Illumi tells him "You don't want anything or wish for anything." End ID.]

This is the crux of Illumi's (and the family's) control. Killua's desires do not align with the family trade. They must be excised from him.

When Killua insists that he does have something that he really wants, Illumi says "Tell me what it is you want", in a mockery of a certain other sibling who would have helped fulfill this wish - Illumi asks only so he can completely dismantle it. And Killua isn't even really surprised at Illumi's words, just heartbroken. You can tell this isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened.

Killua states his wish quite fervently; he really means it. But his words are not rebellious, nor cathartic. Instead, he answers Illumi quietly, as if fearful or ashamed, almost reminiscent of a sinner's confession.

[ID: Two screenshots from HxH episode 20 of the 2011 anime. In the first Killua looks down with a troubled expression, saying "I want to become friends with Gon...". In the second, his face is hidden as he stands with hands clenched at his sides with a spotlight on him. He says "I'm sick of killing people..." End ID.]

It's such an innocent, simple want.

And Illumi proceeds to make him feel like even something so simple is harmful and selfish of him... not to the family, but to Gon.

In a matter of a few minutes, Illumi breaks down Killua's wish by:

Acknowledging this desire, but twisting it into something that will inevitably fade over time, thereby causing Killua to doubt his own conviction and feelings -> "Gon is a novelty, a radiant presence who has piqued your curiosity. No more than that."

Acknowledging that Gon is someone important to Killua, and undermining this by telling him that by his very nature, he will eventually bring harm to Gon, which makes him feel as though Killua cannot trust himself to be a good friend -> "If you try to be friends with him, you will one day want to kill him... because you are, by nature, a murderer." (As a... delightful... bonus, this is also apparently how Silva and Illumi justify their treatment of Killua to him - "This is the essence of your existence and we taught you accordingly." Like they adapted to Killua's nature, instead of them molding Killua into who they wanted him to be.)

Delivering an ultimatum - to fight Illumi and win, or else Gon will die - that Killua is doomed to fail due to his upbringing and the needle in his head. Since Killua doesn't know about the needle, he assumes this is his own personal failure, something Illumi feeds into -> "You're just not qualified to make friends."

And it's the last point that breaks him. The first two shoot down Killua's present wish, but the last proceeds to shatter any hope he might've had of wishing for anything similar in the future - he has told him that his desires are weak, temporary, inherently dangerous to those around him, and worst of all, aren't enough on their own for him to deserve friendship and love from others. And the clincher: Killua feels like all of this is his own fault, that there is something inherently dangerous and wrong with him!

So, it doesn't even matter to Killua anymore if he fails the Hunter Exam. To him, he just failed the only test that mattered.

10/10 manipulation, Illumi. Fuck you, seriously.

Killua's character arc is mainly his quest and struggle to refute Illumi's arguments and to shake off the manipulation and the ways in which his family have molded and controlled him. And by far, the most difficult part of his conditioning to shake off is this idea that he is undeserving of anything more than what he is already given.

It's almost like the family has drilled it into him that wishes are dangerous. How interesting.

Thankfully, however, there are two parties to Killua's wish here - Gon, too, is a part of it, and it is not simply his reciprocated desire to be Killua's friend that saves him, but also his recognition of Killua's situation for what it is (notably, when no one else correctly identified the true issue).

"You know it wasn't his choice. You manipulated him, kidnapping his spirit!"

The ensuing Zoldyck family arc emphasizes that Gon is 100% correct: the main hold Killua's family has on him isn't physical - it's all emotional.

Killua breaks one of his shackles when Milluki threatens to have his new friends killed, but he only breaks the rest when Zeno tells him he's free to go. So, if Killua could break loose at any point, was this still a rescue like Gon said?

Well, yes - just because he absolutely could've broken out physically at any time, that does not mean he could just leave. That's the nature of situations such as this - it's not as simple as "just leaving". Support is necessary, as is actually having something tangible outside the situation to go to - otherwise there is little point to leaving at all. Gon (and Kurapika and Leorio) showing up to free Killua showed him that his wish was reciprocated and allowed him to break one cuff - this is the start of his journey, but he still has a long ways to go. Notably, he again hesitates and closes off when Silva asks what he wants.

[ID: Three panels from HxH chapter 42. In the first, Silva asks Killua "...would you like to see [Gon]?" Killua's expression is complicated in the next panel - he's closed off and uncertain. Silva continues "Be honest, Kil... what do you want?" End ID.]

Killua will backtalk and casually break his shackles and death glare his family... but he's too fearful to voice his wants aloud.

And once again, asked by his father what he wants, he is subtly set up to fail. His wish is granted, but made conditional - "Do not betray your friends", something Killua is regrettably set up to do by virtue of the needle in his head that he, again, doesn't know about. Silva fully expects him to fail and come back home, disillusioned, believing it's his own fault due to his "nature", and trusting in Silva still as a "reasonable" figure in his life.

This condition placed on his friendship is what drives much of Killua's fear and insecurity with regards to Gon for much of the series - the idea that Killua has to earn his right to friendship, and that if he doesn't, he will lose it, one way or another.

It really makes me wish that Killua had actually gotten to hear Gon's views on friendship from the beginning of the Zoldyck Family arc, because it entirely refutes this entire philosophy. He even outright refuses to go through the Testing Gates at first, purely because he thinks the sentiment of needing to prove yourself just to be friends is completely outrageous - he only relents because there is no other way.

[ID: Two screenshots from episodes 21 and 22 of the 2011 HxH anime adaptation. Gon looks up at Illumi and firmly states "[Killua] doesn't need to earn the right to be my friend!" In the second, Gon's face is seen in profile and close up as he asks "Why would you test your friends?" End ID.]

I doubt it would've truly prevented Killua's insecurity from manifesting even if he had heard this, to be honest - his issues with usefulness are very deep-rooted in his upbringing - but still, it would've been nice for him to hear, I think.

However, that's not to say that this exact sentiment doesn't come through in their interactions.

Gon, as Killua's friend, cares about what Killua actually wants and wants to make sure Killua knows that - and that's part of what makes the Whale Island conversation between them really important.

[ID: Two images, both of the same scene from HxH chapter 64, and episode 37 of the 2011 anime. In the manga panel, Gon has turned his head to look at Killua directly, who looks shocked and taken aback, to say "I like hanging out with you." In the anime screenshot, Gon has turned his whole body to face Killua, and says "I think it's fun to be with you." End ID.]

I see a lot of people chalk this up to just Gon being Gon, but it reads to me as much more deliberate than even his usual honesty. He's turned so he's looking directly at Killua, which is a sure way to make his words come across clearly. The lead up to this is Killua, again, not knowing or being able to vocalize what he wants. He doesn't have a goal to work towards like Gon, he only knows what he doesn't want - he's a mix of envious and admiring towards Gon, who knows what he wants and simply goes for it.

But this conversation makes it clear that they have a shared wish - they both want to be friends, and they'd both like to stay together. It's not about earning, to Gon, it's only about if they both want the same thing - mutual, not conditional. There's a nice almost call-and-response type dialogue here, where Gon asserts that he likes spending time with Killua (very directly lol), then shares that Killua is the first friend his age he's had. This prompts Killua to say that Gon is his first friend ever, and that he does have fun with him. And just like that, Gon replies "Then let's stay together!" and pointedly includes Killua's desire to find a goal in their, now shared, upcoming journey.

Overhead, a shooting star appears in the sky. A mutual wish is granted.

[ID: A panel from HxH chapter 64. The night sky is full of stars. In the centre is a shooting star. End ID.]

Hm. Stars. Remember how I told you to keep that in mind, all the way back at the beginning? Their association with Tanabata, making a wish on a shooting star, etc. etc.?

Well, buckle up because this star is going to make you experience so much sadness now.

[ID: Panels from HxH chapter 286. The first is a conversation between Killua and Meleoron where Killua asserts he intends to "go down in flames with [Gon]". When Meleoron looks concerned, Killua brushes off the declaration as a joke. In the second image, Killua is turned away, his outline pale, as Meleoron thinks "Why... did you looks so sad... back there?" The last image is a cloudy night sky filled with stars. At the centre of the panel is a shooting star. End ID.]

Yeah, it makes its reappearance directly after Killua has "jokingly" resolved to die with Gon if it comes down to it, after "since it means nothing to you".

I am assured, in Japanese, the word choice here is 心中 (shinjuu), the word for double suicide, where the intent is to die at the same time in the same manner in order to be reunited in the afterlife. The implication here is that Killua, having increasingly grown insecure in his place by Gon's side but unable to voice this, knowing that Gon is hurtling down the path of no return, thinks back to their conversation under the stars where they both mutually wished to stay together and, because he believes that it is no longer possible for him to help Gon, has resolved to stay by his side in death, and after it.

...holy shit, kid.

[ID: Two screenshots from the 4th ending of the 2011 anime. In the first, Gon and Killua stand back to back as meteors fall around them. In the second, they stand facing away from the audience towards a body of water under a night sky filled with stars - Gon throws a stone, which flashes in the air like a shooting star. End ID.]

And of course, here's the shooting star again in the 2011 anime's Nagareboshi Kirari ending, as well as it being the subject of the song itself and rather explicitly referencing that wish to go on a journey together, to stay together, because... Madhouse hates us. I guess. :'(

What started off as a simple wish for a friend deepened into a wish to always stay by Gon's side. This is largely good at first! Killua is able to explore and experience genuine friendship, to get a taste for freedom, and use the power of his fervent wish to protect his dear friend in order to rid himself of Illumi's needle. However, the more Killua wants, the more he traps these wishes in monologues within his own head and does not voice them aloud. Part of it is that he already feels he's been given much more than he deserves - seeing himself as a creature of darkness and Gon as light - but a greater part of the issue here is not that Killua is afraid to wish for things, but that he is afraid wishing without "compensation" will inevitably lead to horrible repercussions - namely, losing who he loves.

In order to feel worthy of staying with Gon, of earning his friendship, Killua works hard to help Gon achieve his goals, taking on the role of wish grantor, growing to do practically anything needed to support him for seemingly nothing in return - but that's not 100% true. Killua wants at least some appreciation, whether he admits it or not - it's a security thing, and it also clearly makes him happy, even if he's not great at accepting it. He insists in Chimera Ant arc that friends don't need to thank friends, but this declaration always read as very sudden to me or like a rationalization, and it's relevant to remember that this is at the peak of Gon isolating himself and self-destructing before his eyes, and Killua's own insecurity regarding his importance to him.

Killua might not mind doing things without thanks, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like to hear that Gon appreciates him. He clearly does appreciate verbal confirmation of their bond! We know this.

[ID: Two screenshots from the 2011 anime. The first is from episode 61. Killua smiles down at the ground with his hands in his pockets, the colours having gone soft and bright. The second is from episode 70 during the dodgeball match. Gon smiles determinedly in the foreground as Killua looks shocked next to him. End ID.]

Keeping all this in mind, Killua's story, or at least this part of it, couldn't have concluded in a better way than his rescue of Alluka, the wish grantor.

Now, I could probably write an entire other analysis on Alluka and Nanika alone, but for the sake of not making this any longer than I already have, I'm going to go through only a few points. Alluka is incomprehensible to her family because they make no attempt to understand her, with the exception of Killua. The only thing they do seem to understand, when explained to them, is the demands made after Nanika grants a wish - this, of course, fits neatly into their own predetermined views on "earning" and "punishment". However, beyond this, they make no attempt to understand her, and since her power is deemed dangerous and uncontrollable, she is locked away.

They are worried, first and foremost, that Alluka will bring harm to the family, and there's two ways in which this could be true:

As a function of failing to fulfill her requests, of course

Because she, just by existing, threatens the family's status quo

I stated at the beginning that Killua's desires do not align with those of the family business, and he's always apparently been more open to understanding others - he asks Alluka and Nanika questions to understand them, and treats them with respect, while his family are more so focused on subjugating anything that might be a threat. This is what Illumi tried to drill into Killua after all; never fight a superior opponent - everything is about assessments of relative strength, which leaves no room for open-mindedness or getting to know people.

Faced with a daughter who is clearly incomprehensibly powerful, and a son, the would-be inheritor of the family trade, who is showing a disturbing amount of willingness to befriend instead of retreat from her, the family made the decision to excise Alluka not just from where she could "harm" the family power-wise, but also likely to secure their control over Killua, who they then set about practically programming to not have any more wishes for himself, or at least to not be able to vocalize them without fear of loss or retribution.

The family's nickname for Killua is "Kil" or "Killu", which is deeply fascinating to me as a reader - nicknames are expressions of endearment, typically, and I actually don't doubt that here. Killua's family does love him, but their love comes with conditions. He must be molded into the perfect son, and every part of him that doesn't fit must be excised.

So: Killua's memories of Alluka are suppressed with the needle, and she is further cut from his life by dropping the "a" from his name (the Zoldyck children are named like a game of shiratori - Illumi -> Milluki -> Killua -> Alluka -> Kalluto). The nickname is also like a command or order "to kill", which is of course what they want him to do.

Saving Gon through saving Alluka and Nanika forces Killua to have to face down the last and hardest of Illumi's manipulations to shake, and that's the notion that a wish, that kindness and friendship and love, cannot be unconditional without severe repercussions - where the people he cares about get hurt because of him, something he cannot envision being forgiven for.

It's a little sad to me that after spending most of the series struggling against his family's teachings that they didn't lead to Killua betraying Gon at all, as he'd feared... but to him betraying Nanika, by sending her away.

Here is this little girl with a bloodstained past, incredibly powerful and dangerous and capable of amazing feats, treated as some evil thing by those who fear her. But she is kind at heart. Her true strength lies in healing, not killing. And she only takes commands from Killua.

Illumi thinks this is because Killua is the only one with control over her. Killua believes this is because she wants praise. They're both partially correct, but this is not the full reason Nanika does what Killua asks of her.

[ID: Two screenshots from episode 146 of the 2011 anime. In the first, Nanika smiles and says "I love Killua." In the second, Killua looks at her, stricken. End ID.]

Nanika loves him. Everyone has been trying to figure out all these complicated rules and conditions on her wish granting and why Killua is the one exception, but the answer is exceedingly simple. She loves him, and wants to do nice things for him so he can have his wishes granted. It's the only way she knows to get the love that she wants in turn.

Just like her brother, Nanika makes herself useful to earn love and appreciation from someone who accepted her when no one else did.

Even though he knows Nanika just wants to help, he still sees her presence as a danger to the person he sees as pure and innocent who must be protected. He sends her away because her "nature" is to be a threat to Alluka's safety, even if she doesn't intend to be. Killua's fear of Illumi and repercussions causes him to make a horrible mistake.

And Alluka tears into him for it.

[ID: A set of panels from HxH chapter 336. A furious Alluka glares and asks Killua if he made Nanika cry. When Killua stutters, she demands he apologize to her. End ID.]

You tell him, girl.

Oh hey, this looks a little familiar, huh?

"Apologize to Killua!" says Gon to Illumi after Illumi sends Killua away.

Nanika should not be the one punished for the actions of those trying to control her. She certainly shouldn't be forced to leave those she loves, or have to earn love from them.

And neither should Killua.

[ID: Three panels from HxH chapter 336. Alluka yells, tears in her eyes, "If you're going to protect me... you have to protect Nanika too!!" Killua looks shocked, then his eyes widen. End ID.]

It's interesting to me that this is the line that snaps Killua out of his fear enough for him to properly speak with Nanika and apologize. One party cannot receive all the protection, nor can the other only give and give limitlessly.

Killua makes it clear to Nanika when speaking with her that he will protect her, and that she doesn't need to earn affection from people by granting their wishes. He promises they will both be there for each other - Killua will praise her whenever she wants, and not just when she does something for him, but he also doesn't refuse Nanika's desire to grant his wishes. It's mutual, not conditional.

And on the heels of this "betrayal", Killua asks for what he never thought he could receive - forgiveness. And even though Nanika is clearly still very upset...

[ID: Two screenshots from episode 146. In the first, Nanika and Killua face each other, both of them teary. Nanika says "Kay." In the second, he has pulled her into a hug. Nanika is teary, her fingers gripping Killua's back tightly. End ID.]

...she doesn't even have to think about it.

I do think Killua still has a ways to go, but he is in a position right now to learn from his relationship with his sisters about balance - that love is not just selfless devotion, but also allowing those who love you to help you and make you happy too. I think that's what unconditional love is, in a way - supporting and working together with the people you love to make each other's wishes come true.

#oh my god this was supposed to be a brief write-up what happened 😭#ugh i feel like this is a bit of a mess and there's infinite other little points i could've made or elaborated on or interpreted differentl #but i'm so tired lmao #anyways tldr fuck you illumi you suck #killua is a snarky little shit but he also has so much love in his tiny body and i think we should appreciate him forever and ever #this also accidentally turned into alluka and nanika appreciation. i love them #nanika sweet angel i love you so much i hope you get all the head pats in the world #ghhh i'm so scared this doesn't make sense anymore i've been working on it for almost a week #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh meta #killua zoldyck #call me ace detective the way i am ace. and also a detective.#storyrambles #also that one scene where gon turns to look directly at killua and tells him he has fun being with him makes me jdfhbvsdjfbvh #he's so intense about it i start laughing. no wonder killua basically just went ??!?!?!?! and like. leaned back because i think i would've #done the same lmaoooo #it's very sweet though :')#argh. gotta post. i need to stop hesitating. let's go.

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beastsovrevelation · 8 months ago

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Captured Angel

Michael Langdon x F!Angel!Reader

Contains: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, elements of coercion, implied loss of virginity, blasphemy, hierophilia

“Good, you’re awake.”

A chill ran down your spine. You had awakened in an unfamiliar room. Your head ached, your wings hung limp, and your limbs were heavy. The air was soaked to the last thread in malice. It made you nauseous. Gritting your teeth, you dragged yourself up, your mind aflame with a single thought – you had to get out. You looked around, but before you could spot a way of escape, you felt a presence. Dark... Darker than the blackest night. Your heart froze in your chest, a taste of iron suddenly coating your tongue. Though you had not seen his face, you could recognize him anywhere. Seven heads. Ten horns. His honeyed voice left a cold, oily trace on your very soul as he spoke. You drew a deep breath, and spun around, to meet a pair of piercing blue eyes.

His lips crooked into a smirk. Holding your gaze, he moved towards you. You drew back.

“Get away from me, filthy Beast...” you snarled.

Deep down, you loathed yourself for the instinctive reaction. You were a soldier. You had a duty to stand your ground, and instead, you cowered. He promptly crossed the gap between you two.

“Ah-ah!” he scolded, clasping your chin “That’s not very nice, now, is it?..”

You grimaced. Michael Langdon. How ironic, for Satan’s son to bear your General’s name. The one who cast him out... You hoped it hurt the Evil One greatly. Michael caressed your cheek. You winced, and pushed his hand away. Sneering, he grabbed you by the throat.

“Why am I here?” you hissed through gritted teeth.

He glanced down at your heaving chest.

“You’re my captive” he purred “Isn’t it obvious?”

You swallowed. Struggling would only worsen your chances, you knew as much. His gaze darkened with hunger as he watched you – like a wolf, salivating at a wounded deer. Your guts had coiled into a tight knot, a sickly sweet taste coating your mouth.

“Why didn’t your bootlickers kill me?” you asked, not quite certain if you wished to know the answer.

A chuckle escaped his lips. The Antichrist’s lecherous expression made your blood boil. How dare the abomination touch an angel of the Lord, you thought. A strange sensation was budding between your legs, but you pointedly ignored it, just as you ignored the feeling of unease clawing at the back of your skull.

“That would’ve been a waste...” Michael tilted his head “They thought a gift would please me. They weren’t wrong...”

You snarled, attempting to pull away.

“Get your putrid hands off me!”

He tightened his grip on your neck.

“Hush” he coaxed in a mockingly gentle voice “I’m not going to hurt you, angel.”

“Vile creature...” you spat.

He pulled you closer. You bared your teeth, as your face almost crashed into his. Though you did not need air, the pressure on your throat was beginning to make you dizzy. Every nerve in your body screamed to fight - your muscles had tensed, prepared for combat. You might have broken away. Escaped this unholy place. You should have at least tried... But, perhaps because of the mist gathering over your mind, your legs trembled underneath you. You found yourself staring at his mouth. His breath brushed against your skin, warm and silken. Your pulse leapt into a frenzy.

Michael snuck his other hand under your clothes. The captors had stripped you of your armour, and taken away your sword, leaving only your linen tunic to cover you. His fingertips caressed your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. You held your breath as you felt him part the soft folds of your skin.

You had never been fondled like this before. Carnal pleasure was forbidden for your kind. You should be disgusted, you understood as much. Still, the electric-like impulse roused by his touch paralyzed you, preventing you from breaking his arm.

He stroked your entrance. You stifled a gasp, your intimate muscles tightened in anticipation. Your hole was beginning to well with slick. Taking your lack of resistance for a welcome, he slipped two fingers inside you. The feeling of his skin against your sensitive membrane made your head spin, and you barely held back from bucking your hips into his hand.

He let go of your neck, only to wrap his arm around your waist. Keeping you steady, he spread his fingers wider, straining you until it hurt. You shuddered. He massaged the velvety walls of your flesh, driving you to the edge of madness. Aware of how much satisfaction hearing your cries would give him, you clenched your jaw. His skin grazed against a certain knot of nerves, and you nearly sunk to the ground as your legs buckled from the bolt of stimulation. Still, somehow, you did not make a sound.

It only made Michael more determined. He fixated on your sweet spot, leaving you to desperately clutch the lapels of his jacket. His mouth lingered but a thread away from yours - you felt his heartbeat echo against your rib cage. He narrowed his eyes, and pressed his thumb to your clit. Overwhelmed, you drew a sharp breath.

“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?..” he teased “What is it, my dear? What do you want, hm?”

He pushed a third finger into your dripping slit. You whined in pleasure muddled with despair.

“Speak up, angel” he demanded.

Virtue be damned. Something tameless had infected you. Caught in the furor of sin, you eagerly cast your innocence aflame.

“I...” you stammered “I want... I need you to ravish me...”

Michael threw you onto the bed, and climbed on top of you. Laying flat on your back, your wings sprawled open, you looked up at him, your eyes sweetly half-lidded. His knee shoved between your thighs, he ripped the front of your tunic open. You sighed as cold air brushed against your nipples. He placed his hands on your breasts, savouring the softness of your bare skin. His eyes aflame with lust, he took a moment to admire your flushed, helpless body. Biting your bottom lip, you pushed your chest into his touch. He grabbed you by the throat again.

“You’re mine” he snarled “Mine alone...”

Against your better judgement, you nodded. Your gaze wandered down to his crotch, causing your mouth to immediately water. Michael’s lips crooked into a sleazy smirk. He unbuckled his pants, and slipped his underwear down. Your eyes widened as his hard cock sprung free. Large, but not obscenely so. You pulled the skirt of your tunic up, leaving your aching cunt at his mercy.

He pinned you down under his full weight. You wrapped your arms around him, savouring the feel of luxurious fabric under your fingers. Like an animal in heat, you craved to feel him inside. His eyes locked with yours, Michael clasped your leg, and positioned himself more comfortably. You blindly caught hold of his member, helping guide it into your hole.

Your heart skipped a beat – you let out a moan as your membranes clamped around him. Hardly giving you a moment to adjust, he began to move. The sudden strain roused a twinge, but it soon was obscured by shattering pleasure. No longer holding back your mewls and whimpers, you sank your nails into his back. Should the expensive suit get ruined, it will be his fault.

Michael groaned, his teeth bared in primal satisfaction. Your response only encouraged him, and he quickly picked up the pace. Each thrust sent a shattering wave of pleasure through your fevered nerves. You wrapped your legs around his waist, welcoming them. He traced the tip of his tongue over your neck. You hissed as his long hair tickled you, overwhelming your senses even more. He purred, and nipped at your jaw.

“Kiss me” you demanded.

He obeyed, leaning down to press his mouth against yours. You parted your lips for him, and allowed your tongues to battle for dominance.

“Say my name” he ordered, upon pulling away.

“I can’t...” you gasped in horror.

“Your general isn’t here...” he growled “It’s just you and me...” he pressed his face to your temple “Say my name, sweetheart. Show the Beast how much you’re enjoying your downfall.”

He pulled his cock almost all the was out, then slammed it back in, roughly grazing your sweet spot. Your cried out, and sank your fingers into his hair. You didn’t want to think about her. You loathed to imagine her disappointment in you. But his presence eclipsed her face. Drowned it in the storm of ecstasy ravaging you.

“Michael!”

“Good girl” he praised with a grin.

Shock after shock of ecstasy tore through your body, setting every cell of it aflame. Your forehead was laced in sweat. Your muscles quivered from the tension. You were close. Very close. Turned feral by the pleasure, he grabbed you by the wrists, thrusting into you with merciless force.

“Michael...” you moaned.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. You arched your back, trembling and convulsing as a scream escaped your throat. Michael threw his head back with a snarl. You had grown painfully tight around him, prompting him to reach his own release. You felt him spill inside you – it was the strangest, most pleasant sensation you had ever experienced.

You collapsed into the pillows, limp and gasping for breath. He slumped down on top of you. For a moment, you allowed yourself to soak in the glowing haze of bliss. But, just when he had crept off of you, and was about to pull you into his arms, you leapt up. Using his surprise for your advantage, you climbed onto him – this time, you were the one to pin him down. You caught his gaze, and drew a dagger from underneath your ruined tunic. Afraid to molest their master’s gift, the devil worshippers had missed it.

“You will find the men who captured me, crucify them, and bleed them like pigs” you growled, pressing the blade against his throat “Do you understand me, Antichrist?”

A drop of blood sept from under the metal, glowing against his milky skin in a warning.

“Yes” he murmured, as his eyes blazed with adoration.

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ducks-love-peas · 1 year ago

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-Any leads on Gabriel? -Oh, right. Well... he's definitely not in the shop. ... It's just Aziraphale and his grumpy friend, Mr. Crowley.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #muriel #angel muriel #I LOVE THEM A COMPLETELY NORMAL AMOUNT #<- lies i love them a ridiculously huge amount #if muriel isn't part of s3 #(which we ARE GETTING ok? ok)#reading books and trying human drinks and exasperating grumpy-nice (grice?) crowley and just being their best self #i will EXPIRE #s2e5 'The Ball'#gifs #i made this #i'm hoping the transparent separator i used works #sorry if the photoset spacing on your blog is nonstandard #but i wanted the text to go over both gifs...

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 3 months ago

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@val-the-bun you are Evil. You are evil putting this in my inbox.

More were-harpy Vaggie but it's sad now and everything HURTS (copy pasted here bc the format in the ask got effed but i refuse to suffer this alone)

val-the-bun asked:

And then, of course, *the trial happens*.

And *the absolute shit timing of the fallout*.

Charlie is too stuck in her own spiral while vaggie just... Tries to hole up on her own (her usual 'nest' was in their suite. But she didnt want charlie to have to deal with her).

Charlie is curled up on vaggie's side of the bed, buried in blankets while she questions if anything they had was real.

While vaggie is in agony for the first time in three years since she'd started changing. Every fiber of her being wants to call for charlie. Yearns for that safety... but instead she bites her tongue and just curls in on herself, alone in the room she hastily barred shut. ~~She deserves this. To be alone.~~

Not sure which hazbin is the one to hear vaggie's pain and tries to check on her (let's go with angel and husk).

The hasty barricade she put on the door isnt enough. Not when the others are trying to force it open.

Vaggie tries to scream for them to go away. The last scrap of clarity she has before that warning turns into a predatory *shriek*. Vaggie's monster form tears apart the already falling barricade, and bursts into the hall.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!'

'Fuck if I know, just run! Angel, hurry up!'

Vaggie is *tearing through the halls*, jaws snapping after Husk and Angel. They manage to hit the lobby, Husky grabbing Angel and flying like his life depends on it.

Meanwhile monster vaggie leaps after them... *right into the chandelier*.

Charlie hears the sound of that distant, shattering crash down below, and she *realizes*. Suddenly those painful worries have to get shoved down as charlie bolts out of their room.

'Please dont hurt anyone. Please, please, *please...!'*

Charlie's heart sinks as the shadows around the hotel start to writhe, and radio static fills the air.

'My my, what a surprising turn!'

Vaggie is *shrieking*, thrashing against shadowy tendrils as she tries to claw at Alastor.

'Now now. *Stay down*'

A rap of his cane, and vaggie's practically being crushed into the floor.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?!'

Husk is holding Angel back, looking away as Alastor starts to raise his hand. He cant watch this...

'Let her go.'

Alastor freezes when he feels the tip of an angelic spear under his chin.

There, standing at his side, in her full demon form, *is Charlie*.

'Ah, miss Charlotte. Lovely to see--'

'Let. Her. *Go!'*

For a moment, everything is quiet except for the sounds of vagging struggling, her talons digging into the floor. She's bleeding, golden blood pooling on the lobby floor... *And dripping from the claws on Alastor's hand.*

'Oh, very well. Good luck!'

Vaggie is snarling when Alastor lets her go. She starts getting ready to pounce when Charlie steps in front of her, spear in hand. Vaggie starts backing away, looking less like a predator and more... *like a cornered animal*. Her whole body seems coiled to run away as she keeps backing up, snarling and shrieking more in warning than anything else.

'Was it a lie?'

Vaggie shrieks at her, swiping at the air in the hopes Charlie would stay away.

'When you told me you didnt know what this was, was it a lie?'

Angel starts to step forward, but husk grabs his arm.

'Just let them do this...'

'Did. You. Lie?!'

Vaggie backs right into the wall, feathers flaring with a hiss.

'Was any of it real?'

Charlie can feel the tears on her cheeks. But what she wasnt expecting was to see tears in Vaggie's eye... Even as she snarled, and shrieked, and snapped her fangs, she was crying.

Charlie presses forward, Vaggie raising up over Charlie with a hawk-like screech, talons lashing out... But they dont connect, her talons *trembling* as they stilled inches from Charlie's face, her own spear aimed at her chest. Vaggie's eye is wild and afraid, but Charlie can see the *pain* there, too. She let out another shriek, closing her eye like she was bracing for the inevitable...

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #charlie morningstar #chaggie #were-harpy vaggie au #you are so rude for this and that cliffhanger you're a mean. mean. chaggie shipper look what you did to them #it's Yummy #angel and husk STILL being scared for hapry vaggie right after she's chased and tried killing them #ripped my heart out by the way #OR I THOUGHT IT DID #UNTIL CHARLIE POINTED VAGGIE'S OWN SPEAR AT VAGGIE #'When you told me you didnt know what this was #was it a lie?'#FUCK YOU #FUK YUUUUUUU #princess of hell and the murder angel bird monster she's been cuddling and keeping in the hotel meant to save sinners #and she's DARING vaggie to hurt her #(she's protecting their friends)#(she doesn't want alastor to hurt vaggie-)#would it work? those talons brushing charlie's face #vaggie's not a sinner. she's the thing that kills them #could she kill charlie? (charlie what are you DOING-)#oh she needs to find out doesn't she #she needs to Know #when vaggie's most angelic self is backed into a corner with a spear at her chest and no hope of hiding anymore #a spear held by a hellborn demon #what will she do?#(nothing) (nothing to charlie)#charlie you are loved by the most violent bloodthirsty part of heaven #how does it make you feel

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sugoi-writes · 1 month ago

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Guyliner - Adam x Lucifer

Kinktober Day X (Dacryphilia)

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A/N- Sorry I'm late! I hope the 4k word count makes up for that! Aaaaa! Be sure to check out the Coven's Kinktober works as well! @hazelfoureyes @synamartia @macabr3-barbi3 @fraugwinska and @minkdelovely have made some ABSOLUTELY delectable treats for you all!!!

⚠️Warnings⚠️- MLM, angst, hatefuck, anal, rushed anal prep, licking, biting, shoving, cursing, Adam has a potty mouth, dacryphilia, Lucifer being an absolute whore, "Samael/Sam is used to describe Angelic Luci, and uhh-- yeah! Did i mention ANGST? WITH NO HAPPY ENDING? AHAHAHA-- Time to suffer~

The concert went without a hitch, Adam enthusiastically shredding through the closing number. His head was thrown back, chestnut hair wild as the ecstasy of a great performance washed over him. The first man's chest heaved when he landed on his knees before his audience, a shit-eating grin plastered on his plump face. All in a night’s work! A swift flap of his wings has Adam back on his feet, trudging to the mic.

"Fuck YEAH!" The angel growled, grabbing the lead mic off its stand,"Thanks for fuckin' rocking out with us tonight! We love ya! GOOD FUCKING NIGHT!!"

As a trademark of his shows, the overzealous lead singer and guitarist walks away, dropping his microphone as he goes. Meanwhile, the rest of the band is left to bow and wave, thanking the audience once more. The fawning crowd goes into a frenzy, demanding more music and attention. Adam rolls his eyes as they chant to him, laughing breathlessly as he disappears backstage. That was the second encore he had mused tonight… there wasn't a way in Hel– Heaven– he had another song in him.

The chittering, anxious sound engineers and light technicians blew past Adam to the stage. Even with his stellar performance, they were eager to tear down the set and head out. Among the chaos, Adam was handed a bottle of water and a clean towel. The angel was– or pretended to be– none the wiser as he headed towards his dressing room. He pressed the clean, fluffy cloth to his forehead, still panting from exhaustion as he dabbed the sweat away. His wings naturally hung at his sides when he was tired, hugging his figure with his impressive wingspan. Whether it was natural, or to self soothe, no one was ever sure.

And even with Adam’s mind going blank, he could hear something higher pitched and nasally coming up beside him. Ohh, right– his attendant ran to catch up with him, blathering on and on.

"Mr. Adam, sir--"

"Dick Master," Adam corrects, grinning smugly. His assistant groans, but compiles," Dick Master, sir-- the VIPs are here to meet you. You have about 10 minutes to decompress before the Meet and Greet begins--"

"Ten fucking minutes?!?," Adam barks back, eyes incredulous

“It would have been longer if not for the encores, sir.”

The distraught rocker groans, ignoring the fact that this was his own doing," That's not even enough time to yakk it! Or to snag a groupie!!!"

"Please, sir-- Dick Master, sir-- I was told that this was the latest we could push back. We can't cancel this Meet and Greet. These folks paid good money to see you--"

Adam waves his hand dismissively, groaning irritably," Damn, DAMN, I get it-- fuuuuuck, I know--I just wanted a bit more time before I had to greet those little cunts. Dammit-- how much time do I have left?"

"9 minutes and 40 seconds, sir," his assistant squawked, before he was shoved out the way. The larger, lumbering angel starts sprinting, waving over his shoulder dismissively.

"PERFECT, I'll be back in 10!"

"ADAM!!!"

Complaints fell onto deaf ears as Adam collapsed in his dressing room, head throbbing from his performance. He had intentionally cranked the volume past the sound ordinance– as always– but never took his own hearing into account when the show was over. The tinnitus-induced headache did little for the angel’s sanity.

Exasperated with the stiff schedule he had set for himself, Adam swiftly inhaled the water bottle that was given to him. All the while, he was still wiping the sweat off his face. He wouldn’t have much time to compose himself before having to put on another face. Ahh, another performance: the emotional kind. He sighed, glancing at himself in the mirror only to smirk cheekily at his handsome reflection. Maybe he could take a power nap? Or better yet, have a little Me Time, like he threatened? Those fucking chumps would be SCREAMING to touch the hands that had just touched his body... He was sure of it.

Face sufficiently sweat-free, Adam throws his rag away carelessly as he goes to do just that. He freezes when he hears a startled yelp coming from behind. Eyes wide with disbelief, he turns towards the source slowly. His blood runs cold as his eyes finally land on the intruder; to his horror, it was someone he was very familiar with.

"Hehe... Surprise?" A gentle voice called, tail flicking nervously behind his smaller form. ...Lucifer? LUCIFER FUCKING MORNINGSTAR?

"The FUCK are you doing here, Piss Stain? And how in the fuck did you get in here?" Adam scoffs, his 'affectionate' nickname for Lucifer's golden hue rumbling through his chest. Not missing a beat, the fallen angel takes off his hat, letting it rest on a nearby side table.

"Well, I had come to attend a meeting– with the High Seraphims, of course. And I wanted to stop by your show on the way out. I saw– well, heard– uhh, you sounded great!"

Adam's face scrunches up with hardly concealed disdain, gagging at the sentiment," Gross. ‘Didn't ask for you to stay, fuck face. Rude of you to talk to the Higher Ups about your stupid plan while I wasn't there, bee-tee-dubs. You know I already shut that shit down--"

"Adam, it wasn't like that--" Lucifer pleaded, his eyes genuine," I swear to Go-- I promise it was the only time they'd allow me in. I wasn't trying to spite you anymore than I already do.”

A disgruntled huff is his own reply, forcing Lucifer to press on,“They... They wanted to keep us apart, y’know?"

"For obvious reasons," Adam spat, brushing past Lucifer. When he made a move to take his arm, Adam jerked away, not wanting to touch a single inch of the devil’s cursed skin.

"Anyway, as you can see, the show's over. Pack up shop and go back to the shit box you call home. You shouldn't even be lumbering around, considering a demon in Heaven is fair game for extermination."

"Adam, please-- I'm here on good will. If you wanted to kill me, you would have already tried.” A twitch comes to Adam’s eye, showing that Lucifer was absolutely right. He continues, "I know there are rules, and I know it may not be safe, but… I wanted to see the show, I... I wanted to hear your voice again. Despite everything."

Adam slowly turned back towards the fallen angel, his eyes narrowing. For once, Adam searched his face carefully, unable to believe the gentle tone that Lucifer spoke with.

"...why the FUCK would you wanna do that? Last time I talked to you, it was more yelling than talking. AND, you punched me in the fucking face after you-- Ugh, after you and her--"

Adam stammered over his words, face red as he tried to restrain himself. Anger suited his face all too well, hard creases setting in his brow. His frustration of being around someone– especially a mortal enemy– has his rage simmering above the surface.

Lucifer's eyes widened upon seeing Adam rapidly blinking, tears welling in the tired musician's eyes. The angel was quick to rub harshly at his lids, snarling with a thick, palpable venom at his former friend.

"Why the He– why the fuck do you want to see me so badly? Huh?" Adam questioned, unbridled anger threatening to overtake him. When Lucifer reached out, Adam flinched again, avoiding eye contact. Lucifer sighed, retracting his hand slowly– he could take a hint, at the very least.

Even now, with threats and tension hanging in the air, Lucifer was distracted by Adam's eyes. His eyeliner had been smudged near his tear ducts, an irritated, distinct chafe forming a downward arch from the outer edge of his. This showed two things: one, he would cry soon enough. And for two: he did so quite often. It was a thought that never crossed Lucifer’s mind until now, but it also managed to break his heart.

"…Adam, today marks the day when we– y'know– all those years ago?" Lucifer cautiously stated, beating around the bush as if it were filled with landmines. And in his case, it probably was.

Adam’s shoulders tensed, his lip trembling," The FUCK are you on about?" he rasped, voice cracking as his anger continued to build.

"The kiss, Adam. The kiss in Eden," Lucifer said plainly," Y'know... Back when you weren't totally sure about your sexuality? When you... questioned it?"

Adam had a full-bodied, visceral reaction, whipping around to face Lucifer directly. A memory he had long-since buried now floated to the surface like an Old Man log. The painful reminder stood at full mast in the murky, choppy waves of his mind. Adams eyes, heavily irritated from rubbing them, are on the verge of breeching with fresh tears. His pristine white teeth are borne, tone deadly," Don't you DARE bring that shit up again. You know it was a mistake--"

"I didn't think so at all–" Lucifer corrected," I never have! I never WILL. I came here to talk about this--"

Adam shoves Lucifer away roughly, his body striking the far wall of his dressing room abruptly. The space created is soon destroyed by the aggressor, hand slamming against the wall just beside Lucifer's head. Completely caged by the larger man, he listened as Adam barks down at him.

"Was porking my wife not a mistake either?!?" Adam hissed, causing Lucifer to get defensive.

"Adam, I wasn't trying to bring that up again–"

"Yeah, well now it's up again!!! There ya go, Lulu, it's on the fucking table!! So what– you're coming back here just to rub it in my fucking face?! The kiss, Lilith, Eve– all of it?!?"

"I'm not trying to rub SHIT anywhere! Especially not because OF–or ON–you!!! How do you not get that?!" Lucifer yelled, grabbing his wrist harshly. Adam recoiled but was unable to move under the unyielding power of the Devil. Adam opened his mouth, ready to throw toxic vitriol the fallen angel's way... That is, until a gentle, blackened hand held his cheek. Adam didn't move a muscle as a thumb ran across his skin faintly, the tender act causing a heated tear to finally fall. Lucifer was deathly calm, and irrationally sweet to the simmering angel.

"Wh-what... The fuck... Luci--"

"Adam," Lucifer said firmly," ...we've both been... Lonely. It's certainly not a secret... And, it's not a secret that Lilith and I don't see eye to eye right now. She... She hasn't been home. Not for a long time."

The startled angel takes pause, eyes wide and still searching for a lie– for some sort of trick or deceit. Finding none on Lucifer’s face, he presses for more information concerning his former wife.

"How long?" Adam growled

"2 years," Lucifer lamented, his voice much weaker than before. It was his turn to feel his emotions mounting, his eyes becoming misty from the thought.

"...And a part of me thinks she won't ever be back."

Adam hesitates, breath uneven as Lucifer grows closer. He didn't miss the shift in his cheeks, a light, dusty rose rising quickly to the surface. Lucifer pressed on, testing the waters.

"...I missed this, you know. I missed how close we used to be, Adam. I was so... innocent back then. A naive angel who had been far too curious… and, I’ll admit, a little selfish."

Adam didn't make any moves to correct him as Lucifer's other hand came up, holding his round face properly. Even now, amber colored eyes couldn't find the ill intent that the angel was searching for.

"And you... You were so handsome. So strong, so confident... Even when you knew so very little about the world and God’s Plan. You are handsome still, by the way…” Adam’s breath hitched as Lucifer wiped away a stray tear, the touch much warmer and desirable than he cared to admit.

“But you know… I was attracted to all of that. The bravado, the confidence. It's... God, it's part of the reason why I fell so hard in the garden."

“F-Fell…?” Adam echoed weakly, daring him to clarify. Lucifer laughs, a sadness settling over his heart as took a deep breath.

“S-Sam, please, don’t–” Adam pleaded weakly as he tried to pull away, only to be held in place once more. A gentle kiss to Adam’s cheek was all it took for the both of them to shatter.

"I didn't just fall in love with Lilith that day, you know. I was head over heels for you too, you fucking idiot..."

Adam held his breath as Lucifer closed the distance between their bodies, the demon yanking Adam down by his neck to kiss him. For a moment, Adam’s world went white, tinnitus roaring as he struggled to think through his next action.

The kiss was drawn out– as chaste as Lucifer's touch had been. Even when Adam didn't reciprocate, Lucifer didn't want to pull away. It took the taller man pushing him away for them to finally part. Lucifer’s back pressed to the wall once more, but he made no attempts to squirm away as Adam loomed over him. Even now, Lucifer stared at the winded, hysterical angel, unable to tell if he was going to be strangled or kissed. The sentiment sent a surge of courage through his body, helping him to act without thinking. The demon pressed further to see what Adam would do to him.

"You're as beautiful as the day I left," Lucifer mused, lost in the misty, golden eyes of the man he hurt so long ago. He hated to make Adam cry… but he loved the way his eyeliner began to run down his flushed cheeks. A bitter reward for a somber, too-late confession.

Adam shuddered, his resolve crumbling under the pressure of Lucifer’s words," Fuck you and your stupid confession, you liar--"

Despite his harsh remark, Adam caved in to his mental struggle. Fuck it. He would choose Sam–now Lucifer– any day of the week. ...Even if it risked much more than his position in Heaven, as much as he hated to admit it.

The first man yanked the demon off of his feet and back in for a heated, messy kiss. The contact was more urgent now; teeth clattering and tongues sliding along one another as Adam reciprocated physically– like Hell he was using his words.

Lucifer was pliable and eager, unable to fight for the reigns as Adam asserted himself. Like a perfect puzzle piece, his body molded to his with little issue. A moan was devoured by the former human’s mouth, and a grunt was thrown back as a reward. The devil, in all of his woes and desperation, clung to it like his immortal life depended on it. Talons fisted handfuls of fabric, hands blindly groping around for places to caress and skin to squeeze. Lucifer practically swooned over how soft and plush Adam had become... Large thighs and hips supported his new stature, though he could feel the muscle that lay just beneath the soft, surface level flesh. Adam found himself sweating bullets, unable to process what he was doing. Lucifer's body hardly changed a bit... Not since they-- FUCK.

"F-Fuck... Fuck you, you fucking--" Adam gasped breathlessly, his hands hastily cupping the meat of Lucifer's hips. The demon groaned at the manhandling but allowed it all the same.

"Ahhn~ Well, I'm trying to get to that part--" Lucifer quipped," The fucking, that is--"

Adam looks to the clock hanging above his vanity, grunting from agitation," Shit-- only 4 minutes left– ugh, why am I even telling you that?!"

Lucifer grins, kissing Adam's cheek," I don't think either of us can last that long, Big Guy… At least, knowing how long my dry spell is."

"Speak for yourself, asshole," Adam jabs, kneading Lucifer's ass feverishly, "I could have anyone in this room at the drop of a fucking hat–”

The fallen angel laughs before he bites his lower lip, mewling under his scrutiny,” I don't doubt it, Adam–”

"Take this off, now," the brunette commanded abruptly, not wanting Lucifer to say another word. And within a flash, Adam touched the pale, marbled skin of Lucifer's ass. He hadn’t realized that his magic had stripped both of them instantaneously, yelping when he felt a warm hand running down his chest. The feeling of long, well-groomed talons grazing the hair that grew there wasn’t unwelcome… in fact, he practically hummed as he felt a familiar warmth flood his loins. He hesitated, not expecting Lucifer to act so quickly... before he guided his hand lower. Again– fuck it.

"Don't worry about going easy on me, by the way... I can take it," Lucifer assured, eyes fluttering when Adam probed at his entrance experimentally. The needy whine that erupted made Adam's cock kick with imminent need. His brows furrowed as he buried his face into Lucifer’s neck, hiding his face as he grumbled. He wasn't sure what to be mad at: Lucifer, for his perfect, malleable body, or his petulant, always-half-hard cock that throbbed from the tiniest whine.

"I-Im not-- I've never--"

"--Fucked a man in the ass? Yeah, I could tell," Lucifer laughs, amused by Adam’s disgruntled, indignant grunt.

"I prepared in advance for this. You don't have to do anything except take it– take me.”

Adam hissed when he felt the tightness of Lucifer's entrance yield to him, two fingers managing to push in with ease. All of this work, for a near 99% chance to be turned down? Adam had to admit: Lucifer was either stupid or that fucking desperate.

"You're fucking disgusting, you know that? Of course you had this shit planned from the start–"

Lucifer grins, kissing his temple as he shuddered," I was always your favorite angel, wasn't I~?"

Adam took Lucifer’s offer and chose not to hold back. He aligned his throbbing cock to Lucifer’s hole, before burying himself into the smaller man’s heat. He hissed as he thrust down to the base of his manhood, looking to the fallen angel’s face sheepishly. Lucifer had winced from the intrusion but found himself growing hotter from the mistreatment. A part of him knew he didn't deserve any coddling... And yet, the thrill of just being speared on Adam's cock made him feel like he was ascending. He felt like he was actively and truly alive. A heated, tense stare was shared between the two, before Adam dared to begin.

He hoisted Lucifer up higher by the meat of his thighs, wrapping his trembling legs over his hips. He didn't warn Lucifer as he began seeking the deepest parts the Demon had to offer him, his guilt thrown somewhere far away. Lucifer lost himself in Adam's eyes, searching for the mutual feeling that danced on the tip of his tongue. Said tongue became forked, despite his best efforts to keep his demonic traits at bay.

True, the look in Adam's eyes didn't quite match his own... But a fire brewed just the same. If that was all he could get, Lucifer would take and take until he couldn't anymore. He wanted to taste the salt of Adam's tears on his tongue– to smudge the makeup covering his face onto his own. The miserable, heartbroken look on his face absolutely enchanted him; he would ensure that he could remember it for the rest of his life.

It was the same look that haunted his nightmares... the same one that would taunt his feverish, heated dreams. Despite the conflicting sight, it made the fire in Lucifer’s belly flourish to an untamable blaze. He couldn’t control his moans, mouth wide open and tongue lolling just past his sharp teeth as he was thrust into over and over again.

It’s the same look, Lucifer thought again. The same look Adam made when he realized he loved Lucifer. The same look Adam wore when Lucifer had broken his trust and whisked Lilith away for good. Anger, betrayal, and yearning… a deadly, seductive cocktail that Lucifer practically drowned himself in. Call him depraved... but Lucifer was spellbound by Adam's anguish.

Adam's hips began to stutter, the warmth of another person's body bringing him close to the edge. He slammed his eyes shut, coaxing his tears to stop falling. This didn't feel right–none of this had– but physically, it's exactly what he fucking needed. God dammit!!!

Adam's grip on Lucifer's thighs tighten, nails digging into the pale flesh unapologetically. He felt himself groaning hungrily when Lucifer mewled, his partner's hole tightening around his cock deliriously. And there was that tongue-- that tongue that hang out of his mouth as he drooled.

The mere idea of a serpentine, eager muscle lapping at his skin didn't make matters easier for Adam. He was unable to catch his breath as Lucifer made it a reality, quite literally consuming his tears. It was something that should be barbaric, but in his current state, it was irrationally hot.

Adam's mind flashed with images of Lucifer taking his cock into his mouth, struggling to accommodate for his girth as his tongue slithered across the underside of his member. He could almost feel his tongue stimulating the sensitive underside, the flexible muscle dancing in a conniving, sinful pattern. At this rate, he wouldn’t last much longer if he kept thinking of that tongue.

"Cl-Close--" Adam gritted, "God, so fucking close--"

This would be the only courtesy Lucifer received as Adam turned him around, choosing to slam the smaller man and his putty-like body against the wall face-first. Lucifer shrieked in pleasure, his mouth receiving two calloused fingers to shut him up.

"Mmphhn! Nnnngh~ nnnhh! Nhh– Hnnn!" Lucifer wailed, whining with each impact of Adam’s hips.

"Sh-Shut up-- Dammit, shut the fuck UP– Unless you want to get fucking caught! "

Between the new angle, Lucifer’s fluttering entrance, and the debauched noises thrown his way: Adam couldn't hold out any longer. Two harsh, uneven thrusts were all it took for Adam to peak. His perfect, white teeth sunk into Lucifer's shoulder, drowning out his roaring release. Lucifer was no better, fresh tears running down his face as his bullied prostate finally sent him spiraling into an intense orgasm. Both bodies gyrated and ground against each other, milking the overwhelming sensation for a few seconds longer. And for a moment, everything was quiet between the pair.

The two of them stayed connected, unable to part amidst the intense sensations wound down. The volatile, raging storm that brewed in Adam’s mind had dissipated into an eerily quiet drizzle. Adam couldn't stifle his broken gasp among the silence, his cock still throbbing in Lucifer's tight hole.

The angel dared to look to his right, the clock revealing he had exceeded his time by five minutes. Fuck–

"Alright, you had your way, your ass was tight, now get out."

Lucifer hiccupped as Adam pulled out hastily, fumbling to the floor when his legs gave out," F-Fuck... Fuck, Adam, you're-- amazing..."

The angel in question didn't justify him with an answer, hastily wiping the ruined makeup off his face as he looked for his clothes. To his relief, they laid across his makeup chair, ready to be donned. The rockstar stormed to his vanity and uncapped his eyeliner, hastily relining his waterline in an effort to appear normal. From his spot on the floor, Lucifer chuckled as he made himself presentable, the sound of a portal opening breaching the awkward tension.

"Adam..." Lucifer said more urgently, his eyes wistful. The metal-loving angel stops, allowing himself to look over.

"What do you want now--"

The first man was at a loss of words. For a moment, he didn’t see the traitorous angel that broke his heart twice. Instead, he saw the gold and blue, ever-radiant angel, granting him a dazzling smile. The smile that rivaled the Sun... Sam. The soon-to-be Morningstar. His beauty really was captured in the name...

"...I don't know if I can see you again– at least, not here. And I know you're hurting too... But I meant every word that I said before." Lucifer stands to his full height, allowing his horns, his eyes, and other aspects of his demonic form to spring out.

"...you could come to Hell, though. Outside the extermination visits. I'll wait for you, if you decide to seek my company again.”

Adam is suddently stricken with a grief he hadn't realized he possessed, frozen in place as Lucifer fell backwards into the golden portal.

“Wh-What– Wait, Sam–”

"Until next time, Big Guy."

In a flash, The King of Hell vanished, leaving the husk of a rockstar behind. Adam had no time to cope, hand running through his greasy hair as he choked on a sob. He startles as a furious series of knocks clammer at the door.

"Adam!!! Ugh, Dick Master, sir!!! You're late to the Meet and Greet!! What is taking so long, sir?!"

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