#what in hell is bad fluff

[foreseersgaze]

JEALOUSY.

— BELETH X F!READER DRABBLE

— Summary: You and Beleth talk about his insomnia after you finish having sex while you smoke cigarettes together.

— Warnings: Fluff, slight angst if you squint, naked with Beleth, light playful groping, smoking, talking about sex.

— WC: 1.5k

— 18+ ONLY! MDNI!

Beleth lets out a sigh while reaching for his cigarette pack on his nightstand for the third time tonight. Skilled fingers flip open the carton with just his thumb, and he grabs two cigarettes between his middle and forefinger and places one cigarette between his plush lips while he places the other one between your lips.

He smirks when you open your mouth to take the cigarette, and he reaches back over to grab his lighter from the nightstand and lights his cigarette, cupping the small flame between his hand and the end of the rolled paper before putting the lighter back. He inhales slowly, and his eyelashes flutter from the feeling of the smoke filling his lungs, and he slowly exhales, sighing as smoke plumes come from his nose.

You smile at that, and you shift while you're still straddling him, pressing your hands against his abdomen, you lean in so your cigarette is inches apart from his.

He cups your face sweetly with his big, strong hand, and cat-like amber eyes meet your gaze as he leans in, pressing the cherry-red tip of his cigarette against yours, lighting it.

You inhale slowly, and exhale, feeling a sense of euphoria fill you.

Although, you're not sure if this bout of euphoria is from the short high of the cigarette, or if it's because you're still coming down from orgasm from riding Beleth. Nonetheless, it felt good.

It always felt good with Beleth. The sex was always good.

Almost every night Belphagor would send a girl or a guy to Beleth's room so that way Beleth could get some sleep. An insomniac addicted to sex was what he was, and, he couldn't get to sleep without it. He'd stay up for hours, tossing and turning unless he came a few times before bed, and of course, his stamina was otherworldly just like every other demon in Hell, so he'd be up for hours, going again, and again until he passed out, so, with this much experience, of course the devil was good. You always enjoyed yourself with him.

"You tired yet?" You ask him as you reach out, gently running a soft thumb over his cheek, caressing it gently. You knew you were tired considering the fact that humans have less stamina than demons do—and these little smoke breaks in between helped, but, not by a lot—so you were definitely feeling like passing out soon.

He sighs and takes another long inhale before blowing the smoke through his nose, exhaling slowly as if he's deciding. After a long beat, he nods.

"Yeah, and you, sweetheart? How ya feelin'?" He brings a rough, yet gentle hand to your bare hip and brushes a thumb over it in return as you continue to caress his cheek.

"Tired," You chuckle, putting simply as you smile at him. You inhale slowly, feeling the high of the nicotine fill you up before letting out a long exhale, just like he did.

"Yeah? I wear you out, sweetheart?" He chuckles, and a shit-eating grin adorns his lips.

You roll your eyes at his cockyness, taking a much-needed drag of the cigarette before tapping the cigarette, letting loose ash fall onto his stomach.

"Yeah. You demons and your goddamn stamina. I hope you don't need another round after this because, I'm tired," You say truthfully, because you honestly aren't even sure if you have it in you to cum again. In fact, you've lost count of how many times Beleth has made you cum tonight. Thankfully though, the last session was pretty tame, which is why you're still sitting on top of him and not laying on his side, needing cuddles with legs shaking.

Amused, Beleth cocks a dark eyebrow and a low rumble of laughter forms in his chest. He brings a palm up to your breast, and he squeezes gently.

"Hmm, well, you're lucky I'm tired now 'cause otherwise, I'd have to call someone else in once I finished you off."

When he says that, your eyes widen in surprise, though, you quickly contain yourself, not sure why you're so surprised at that fact because he's done it many times before, but... somehow, something inside of you twists with jealousy. You take another long drag, before hesitating with your answer, trying to keep this conversation casual.

"Right, yeah." Your answer is short, and Beleth's forehead crinkles as he furrows his brows together.

He's not dumb. He's been with countless men and women. He knows when something is up, so he flicks your hip, removing his large hand from your breast.

"Hey. What's with that attitude, huh?"

You huff, not even sure why you gave him an attitude, being so short with him in your reply. You place the cigarette between your fingers and take another drag before removing it from your lips so you can exhale.

"I don't know... I just... I want you to go to sleep, but..." You hesitate, your mind feeling foggy with a storm of emotions brewing in your head. It's like all of these feelings are coming to the surface after having sex, and you're not sure why.

"But...?" Beleth takes a drag from his cigarette now, keeping the stick of nicotine between his lips.

You still hesitate. You take a deep breath in, expecting to give him a straight answer, but all you can do is hesitate because you're not sure of yourself either. You're not sure why you're so jealous of him sleeping with other people when he sleeps fine with just you. In fact, he needs fewer rounds when he's with you than other people, so... why shouldn't he stay with you?

With all of these thoughts rambling in your head, you feel like it's inevitable that you'll spew them out, so, you do.

"But I'm jealous!" You finally blurt out, huffing as you feel your face heat up. "Happy now?"

Beleth seems surprised at your answer as he blinks. Slits of cat eyes turn wide into pupils as he comes to a realization, that, maybe him sleeping with other people was hard on you because maybe you like him. His hands gently find your hips again, and he holds you. His warm hands smooth them over before holding the small of your back.

He sighs, trying to take this all in before looking up at you. He's about to speak, but, more words fumble from your mouth as the dizzying storm inside your head drains out of you.

"I... I'm jealous because... I like you, and, I notice you fall asleep with me better anyway... I just, I want you to have a good night's rest, and I want you to do it with me." Your heart is beating fast at your admission, feeling your mouth go dry from how nervous you're feeling, so you take another drag, feeling an ounce of courage swell up within you, so you continue. "I want you to do it with me. Please."

Beleth remains quiet for a moment, and during that bit of silence, you feel as if you've somehow fucked all of your chances up with him, but, with his reassuring hand, he still strokes your back gently.

"Ah... I see. Sweetheart..." He starts slowly, and, by the way he starts, you feel your world crashing down around you as you know it. You'll surely get kicked out of Neifleheim after this, you just know it.

"...Ya really want me, don't ya?" He asks, and he furrows his eyebrows. His golden eyes soften; the long slits turn into soft circles again.

You nod slowly, feeling your heart racing at his comments as they dance around the answer from what you truly want to hear.

He takes a long drag of his cigarette again, and he exhales the smoke through his nose. His eyes remain on you.

"Ya know... I've always had a soft spot for small things. I've liked your sweet self since ya stepped foot into Neiflaheim, ya know that? Just was afraid ya didn't like me back or somethin'." His words are earnest, kind, and sweet, and honestly, it makes you melt, knowing that this seven-foot man was always so soft when it came to you, and now, you know that it was genuine.

"R-Really?" You ask, your face lighting up by the second.

He smiles back at you as your face lights up, and he nods. He keeps rubbing the small of your back lightly.

"Yeah... 'course." He grips your back gently now. "And 'cause ya said that... I'd be happy to just keep this lil sex thing between only me and yourself. Ya make this ole cat wanna curl up right next to ya whenever you're 'round."

You smile at that, feeling elated that you bring such comfort to him. You're about to respond, but, before you can blink, Beleth has his cigarette removed from his mouth, and placed between his fingers as he sits up now, meeting you halfway as he kisses below your ear.

"Though... now you've got me all worked up, sweetheart. Gonna have to have one more round with ya, 'kay?"

[zoneitlyrne]

Minhyeok is such a good friend that he deserves some love, right? I would like to hug him, cup his face and kiss him, I would leave lipstick marks on his face, neck and chest. I think he would like that

Oh, god… I said so little but I'm so blushing, I guess I'll leave it here.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#695 "Parents"

The Mc's With their "Parents"

Obey Me! Mc: If I fall…

Lilith: I’ll be there to catch you

WHB? Mc*looks at Solomon* What if I fall?

WHB? Solo: Then I’ll fall with you, never leaving your side

Crowley*watches these two interactions*

Crowley, to Yuu: And if I fall?~

Yuu: I’ll be the one who pushed you

[jazeswhbhaven]

🤍Domestic Life with Lucifer 🤍

✨Morning routines consist of waking him by gently stroking the back of his head. Humming any kind of song helps.

✨He doesn't eat much for breakfast but Buer taught you how to brew his favorite tea. A single piece of toast works for him if you want him to eat a little.

✨When it's a quiet day in Paradise Lost, he likes watching you do various hobbies around the palace.

✨On busy days, he's not around so you occupy yourself by "babysitting" Gamigin. He thinks he's watching over you but it's the other way around 😅

✨Luci appreciates it when you clean, but doesn't expect it all the time. He finds it amusing that you even want to do mundane things like that.

✨Bed rotting is something he fully supports. He'd be with you in fact if it weren't for the fact he has duties

✨Luci can't sleep comfortably on his back, so you invest ina specialized pillow for him to help with side sleeping

✨His wings still ooze a bit, so you wrap them and clean them daily. he's gotten used to the sting of antiseptic, but it's mostly Gamigin's staff that helps with the bulk of healing.

✨You noticed he has a habit of biting food items first to test it. Even ice cream.

✨He doesn't admit it, but he likes it when you lay your head on his chest and cuddle against him. He feels if he told you he liked it he would be spoiling you.

✨There are other ways he spoils you though. Patting your head, shoulder rubs, absent staring. Being in the same room. Also making sure all of your needs are met.

✨He uses his power to make one of his nobles go fetch an item for you, even if it's in a different realm.

✨Forehead kisses are safe for him, but be careful that he might have the urge to bite you still. he can't help it.

✨When there happens to be loud noises around him, you've invested in noise cancelling ear buds for him. He may not kill someone over it but it still bothers him when it's not Gamigin making noise

✨He likes it when you call him your pet name of choice (using angel tho is a bit touchy, you'd have to talk it over with him)

[pumpkin-patch-cat]

I'm in love with how much hair Satan has. It's like a fluffy stuffed animal on his head.

Imma hug it :|

[r0-boat]

I had a thought

How would the kings or nobles (preferably Belial & Jjyu, Eligos, Gamigan, Leraye, and Ppyong) react to an MC who is absolutely CRACKED at claw/crane machines?

Like, just wins every single prize and empties the machines

(Is Ppyong considered a noble? Idk I like that red lumpy looking potato tho)

🦩 anon

Oh absolutely I would consider Ppyong as a noble though I don't know if you want the human version or the lumpy potato So I'm just going to do the lumpy potato and it can be a platonic thing

I will do the nobles you have listed there! Because I feel like the kings and the nobles would be a little too much!!

Anyways without further ado

Whb various react to crane claw master mc

Crane claw machines work differently in hell than in the human world. But even with the less scummy practices of these claw machines It was still relatively difficult to get a prize.

Ppyong

But not to you, who was so used to the limp and rigged claws of the machines back home. The Crane claw machines in hell were practically a cakewalk. The red lump devil stared at you with wide, gleaming eyes as you bagged every toy you wanted with ease. He almost wasn't sure you were human; you were some kind of superhero! He tried to tell everyone about your super human skills, so he did...

Your skills came in great handy one day when he got himself stuck in a crane claw machine. You didn't have to crane claw him out Satan could have just destroyed the entire box...

Belial is okay at the crane claw machine, but he's not that good. He first found your secret skill when the two of you were out and about on one of your special dates when it was just you and him. He signed or wrote that he wanted to win you something. After winning you a plushie of a horned cat, He got a glimpse of your skill when you used one plushie to knock another down, getting two and one.

Belial

His lips parted for a second, trying the process because he knew crane claw machines were hard and even harder on Earth. It was not just an accident. Your moves were calculated.

He beamed when you told him that one was for him and the other was for Jjyu, who sadly couldn't make it because of his anger management class. His eyes lit up when he saw a Candy Crane claw machine. The two of you won every piece of candy from that machine before walking home with your goodies.

Crane claw machines are almost unheard of in Tartaros because the thought of losing money with no gain was nearly appalling. So when Eligos was walking through the streets of Gehhenna with you on the way to Tartaros and Saw that machine, He looked confused; it was a machine he had never seen before. And when you told him what it was and what it did, he was even more confused. Why would anyone want to risk their money for a possibility they won't get anything in return?

Eligos

Even though the fabric of the plushies was cheap, and these plushies in particular were cheaply made, You saw him eyeing a pink bunny. Why not? You put in some of the money that man would sometimes gift you and play. You smiled as you fumbled a bit, pretending not to pick up the watched in all punching his teeth every time you failed, before finally, you picked it up, which he excitedly gasped an excited 'yes!' slipping out of his mouth.

Holding the bunny in his arms Eligos now understands the appeal of these machines.

Gamigin SUCKS at crane claw machines! And there's not a lot of them around in Paradise Lost to test his skills since as the ruler of Paradise Lost, Lucifer thinks they're unnecessary and a waste of money and time. "If you want something that bad, you could just buy it at the store."His adoptive Big brother would say. The Young Dragon thinks that Lucifer doesn't get the thrill of winning a prize that you want so much!

Gamigin

You were on a whole another level. As you easily and quickly one three toys in one claw. He was speechless, Even though you moved so quickly each move you made seemed calculated. And you looked so serious too staring into the glass, calm and focused. Oh please teach him, oh great claw master! Teach him your secrets!

Extremely good at Crane claw machines. He has a good eye and is a lot smarter than what he lets on. So when he's bored he usually goes to an old arcade with games from either Earth or old games in hell when he's bored.

Leraye

He likes your skills and he wants to challenge you to a crane claw battle. Whoever wins the most stuff wins! The winner has to do whatever the person says for a day. And of course you win crane claw machines on Earth were much harder than green car machines in hell and he stood no chance. He is now other than your friend and lover your crane claw rival He shall get better and beat you one day and then shower you with the gifts he had one.

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

"What will you do once I pass away?" The question came out of the blue, but such strange questions were par for the course at this point. Gamigin was nuzzling to your neck when you spoke, but he wasn't phased.

"I'll revive you. Death won't be permenent in Paradise Lost for as long as I'm around to stop it." You were running a hand through his blue hair, playing with a strand of it.

"But what if you don't revive me? If you can't revive me? What will you do then?" The dragon stopped kissing up your neck and shifted so he would be at eye level with you on the bed. He looked confused and hurt which almost made you ashamed that you asked the question.

"My staff can bring anyone back from the dead."

"Ok, but I age and demons don't what about that? What if I get so old I want to die to end my mysery."

Gamigin looked even more confused by your words. He didn't quite understand why humans aged so fast. He pouted in thought and stared at the ceiling. After a while, with a stern voice he asks "How long do humans usually live for?"

You try to remember your anthropology classes and what the avarage age of death was for your country, but you just can't put your finger on it. "I don't know, 70 or something like that." "70! Only 70 years!?!" He pushed you to the bed and pinned you to it with a shocked expression. His mind was working overtime trying to calculate just how long that timespan felt like.

Finally, he turns to you and holds your hands softly kissing them both. He stares determined in your eyes. "You are going to have the most exciting life ever. I promise you. What do you wish to do before you die?"

You've never seen him so stern, but the question was one that you've many times asked yourself yet never seemed to have an answer to. Gamigin's glare was starting to intimidate you so you gently slap his face.

"Don't look at me like that! You're making me nervous! I don't know what I want to do before I die. I just kind of want to see where life takes me."

Gamigin smiles like he usually does and pins you to the bed with a hug. His staff, which he kept in one hand at all times, jiggled lively as you both collapsed on the cottage bed.

"Well then, I want to cuddle with you and rewatch the 'How to Train Your Dragon' trilogy. And then we can play blackjack and whoever wins has to wash the dishes after dinner!" Gamigin proclaimed before kissing your cheek and nuzzling into it.

"Who tought you blackjack?" It was strange hearing your usually innocent boyfriend putting forth the idea of blackjack of all things.

"My brother Buer. He also thought me the dishes strategy as well. Jokes on him, I won." His giggle was contagious and you two ended up just cuddling and watching movies for the better half of the night.

If your relationship with Gamigin thought you anything, it was that you didn't have to live through bombastic experiences to enjoy life. You were having the time of your life just being close to him.

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Another dumb idea from me, we never see the angels even throwing scraps of affection to each other which makes think since demons are very physical, but angels aren’t. (Also I’m under winter weather advisory and am cold so I randomly imagined cuddling the angels and realized smn)

-

Angels must be touch starved, God was probably the only one they accepted affection from.

So I keep thinking about us doing trivial things to them and how it makes their heart flutter. They just melt when you even praise them. They get desperate for your approval, just to hear things like ‘Good Boy’.

They only know basic affection they’ve witnessed humans do over the years.

Then one night it’s cold to you, you invite them into bed to bed to cuddle.

They are confused at the thought of what ‘cuddling’ was.

You drag them into the bed and hold them close, you press against them.

They start to get excited briefly but you stop there, you hold them there and they can feel your body’s heat radiate off you.

They feel…a warmth they aren’t familiar with from their chest and they see your…looking up to them expectantly.

They stare at you and you take their arms and wrap them around you, as you secure yourself and rresecure your arms around him, he’s left on his back with you laying ontop of him, his arms wrapped around you like a hug. Your arms are wrapped around his chest as you get comfortable.

He’s surprised when you just…lay your head down and close your eyes. He doesn’t know what to do, your soon asleep.

They feel honored to watch you sleep, the fact you are comfortable enough to sleep not only near them but on them. There is a protective instinct keep you safe when you’re like this, but they know you’re not in danger.

They are so happy as to them, you are showing your trust them by leaving yourself vulnerable like this.

They get upset when soon after, they start to fall asleep, they need to protect you!

But soon…they wind up falling asleep and waking up hours later, but now their head is resting on your chest. They can hear your heartbeat and it soothes them, on impulse they nuzzle your chest and close their eyes again. They are so calm they don’t realize you’re awake and watching them.

[skyeslittlecorner]

I feel so soft today, like caressing those devils.

Taking care of Sitri, who once again ended up in the field hospital, drained of blood like a shell. Bandaging his wrists, kissing the white scars, stroking the thin tendons. You take his hands, trembling with pain and wounds, in yours. "Let's do something nice." A white cup and glass paints. Your heart breaks when you feel how weak he is when you guide his hands. Only after a whole day the mug is finally full of your shared doodles. He will hide this mug deep so that it won't break, and he will take care of it as a holy treasure. When he regains full use of his hands, with a thin brush, on the bottom of cup, he will write your name.

Painting stars and flowers and leaves on Foras' invisible skin with colorful body paints when you talk how you spend your day. You can't see what you're painting. Only after a while, when he appears, you take him to the mirror, proud of the colorful patterns. You run a finger over each of them as he hugs you from behind and just nuzzles his nose into your neck. "You are beautiful." You whisper and stroke his hair. "Please, never again hide from me."

Teaching Bael to cook earthly delicacies. You know it relaxes him, and you know how happy he is when you eat what he does. Even if it's just oatmeal cookies, you can see that he's excited about earthly ingredients. At the small kitchen table, you let him feed you. You bite his fingers lightly. “I've never eaten anything so delicious before.” It's been a long time since he had such a pleasant, peaceful evening when he could just relax. His wiping of his eyes would be discreet if he didn't leave traces of flour on his cheeks, which you kiss lovingly.

Kissing Andrealphus’ scarred eyes.

Brushing Satan’s tangled hair.

Sewing small bows into Eligos' clothes.

Caressing Amon's face as he sleeps in your lap.

Humming Belial’s favorite anime songs, waiting for him to guess where it was from.

Tucking a handful of little loving notes into Beel’s pockets, so he would remind himself of you every time he reaches into his coat. 

Yes, sex is cool, but even devils need some gentleness. 

[littlestardescendants]

So I'm finally doing my Attacker Cards and like-

LOVE THIS MOMENT!

But also yall didn't tell me Satan had you guys flee on a high scale chase! It was so insane I was laughing while reading it cause Satan really don't care!

And aw I love how the first part ends... I really would just hug Satan all over cause he's so cute 💖❤️💞

[envyland]

My babygirl my An𝖌𝖊𝖑....lucifer🎠⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

But he is my Big daddy owo daddy's home🎠he is my #1★

My snow unicorn

Make that heart red:))🧠🫀🦷𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚₊

˚ʚ ཐི♡ཋྀ₊˚✧ song: heavenly - cigarettes after sex

Please repost my post?♡𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

˚₊‧꒰ა ★ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[d34dlysinner]

Minhyeok x reader (fluff)

crumb idea, I was lazy when writing this but still wanted to write something for Minhyeok. Also something I used to target someone. Enjoy!

Not proofread

GN!MC x Minhyeok

Minhyeok waiting for MC and even counting the days until MC returns.

He never gave up on believing that the one he loved for so long will return one day.

He slept yet another night hoping for you to return. Hoping to hold you.

He cries thinking about your abscence and how much more those demons could give you.

He felt somewhat defeated despite his optimistic nature.

He teared up as many thoughts rushed through his mind before he yet again fell asleep.

Little did he know that you where permitted to see him. Even if it was for a day. At least this time you both will remember.

He woke up very early in the morning as another annoying dream made his mood go down. He wanted to go back to sleep, but that's when he felt something soft yet warm. It was a person.

He opened his eyes and looked at whoever was in the house. Expecting to kick them out that very second. His hardened expression softened the moment he laid his eyes on the person near him.

"… MC?", he asked as if he couldn't believe that you were actually there. His hands touched your face softly as he watched how a smile crept up your face.

"I'm back for a day, Minhyeok. Sorry, that meeting like this for a short time took so long. I just wished I could stay a little-", started, but were cut off the moment Minhyeok had you in a tight embrace.

"That doesn't matter MC… I'm happy to see that you're well…", he said, his kind nature yet again making light of how much he missed you. Obviously, he wished he could've kept you here, but he's atleast comforted by the thought that you were here. Even if it's for a few hours.

"Could we just stay like this for a while?", he asked as he pulled away slightly. He still was holding onto you as if you were about to vanish in a few seconds.

You nodded to his question as he pulled you down on his bed.

You were pulled into Min's chest. You inhaled his scent, a scent you've missed ever since you last saw him.

"I… Are you alright MC? Are you eating enough? Do you sleep enough?", he rambled on. Ignoring the tears that streamed down his face.

"I'm alright Min… I just wanted to see you again. I missed you too much I asked to be allowed to come here despite it being dangerous…", you said as you relaxed in his arms.

That's all Minyeok needed to know.

All his thoughts about how the demons were in every way superior than him vanished in mere seconds at what you told him.

He has a chance to have your heart. He won't let go of that chance.

[luxthestrange]

WHB Memes#1

[jazeswhbhaven]

OU OU OU

devil anon here 😈

seeing that comic for Dre giving out gifts made me thinkkkk what if MC sat on the kings lap around xmas time to ask for a present 🤔

veryyy interested in Mammons reaction lmbo

Hi 😈!!!! Let's do Mammon first because ahhhhhhh I always pair him with lap sitting being his favorite thing.

Mammon

For Christmas, the concept of Santa is...more of a fairytale story in Tartaros than reality because it's really Mammon who gives out all the gifts to his citizens. Though, the day before the holiday he surprises MC with a Santa outfit, however, it's a bit toooo tight at the top so he had to open it a bit (big titty problems hehe) MC jokes that they would need to sit on Mammon's lap to tell him what they want this year. His ears perk up and he sits immediately, patting his lap for MC to park their butt right there. He turns his hand up so they sit right on his palm. While MC tells him what they want, he gives little squeezes to their butt just because he loves doing that all while listening to what they want. The more MC asks for...the more he squeezes until he can't take it anymore and picks up MC and takes them to his bedroom. They're being very naughty.

Satan: There's no way MC is sitting on his lap for long to play the "Santa" roll. This is only because Satan is wrapping his arms around their waist and keeps nibbling on their earlobe when they ask for stuff. "I'll get you a gift later...you on my lap like this is nice for now <3"

Beelzebub: We got a glimpse of how he treats Christmas. He is Santa. And he plays the role of wanting MC to sit on his lap, though he has an interesting way of doing it. If he's feeling frisky, MC has to sit on his lap with a vibrating toy inside them. If he's bold MC has to sit on his [redacted]

Leviathan: He's wondering why MC must insist on sitting on his lap. It's uncomfortable, and he doesn't want them that close in his space right at the moment. So, MC asks Glas if he'd be willing to let them sit on his lap instead and now suddenly Levi isn't having it. "My lap is just as good if not better, Glas you best not accept their proposal." Now MC is sitting on Levi's lap for at least an hour or until he feels like they should get up.

Lucifer: He finds the concept of Christmas amusing due to his past as an angel. They didn't really care about that sort of thing up in Heaven, so MC has to show him firsthand what it's like playing the role of 'Santa' by sitting on his lap. When they start telling him the things they want, he's silent, listening and taking everything in. Out of nowhere though he kisses their forehead and says he'll make sure to get them the perfect gift <3

[pumpkin-patch-cat]

Satan coming up behind you while you make breakfast, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your neck. A content sigh slips past his lips, leaving you smiling to yourself. His fluffed out nest of hair tickles your cheek, feather soft to the touch. His gentle breath caresses your skin.

"Good morning, my sleepy king." you greet him, reaching behind to scratch at his scalp lovingly, just short of the base of his horns. He responds with a grunt and a groggy 'morning', tightening his grip around you, grateful for your presence.

Neither of you thought you would be granted any quiet moments with the angels wreaking havoc throughout Gehenna, but these moments of solace are a welcome phenomenon when they do occur.

[livelaughlovesubs]

I read this from yours https://www.tumblr.com/livelaughlovesubs/743492538930954240/pitiful-thing?source=share

And i couldn't help reading it due to your amazing writing even if im not really into sadism-, anyway can we have more raphael?a part 2 but can you make it fluffy/sweet if its okay? Thank you!

Hey hey! Thank you for reading it :D and like always, I’m sorry it took so long… anyway, here it is :>

How pitiful

Part one!

Raphael x reader

Word count: 5.9k

This includes: triggering content, angst (aftermath from the first part), mental breakdown? Very toxic, at the end there’s fluff (happy end?), reader is still the same (very selfish)

Okay so, I wanted to make this like fluffy and sweet, and I didn’t manage to do that. I’M SORRY. Cuz I had too many ideas and so the fluff part would only be at the end. Sometimes there are small pieces of it throughout the story, but yea. I didn’t want to stop in the middle of it and make a third part cuz then you wouldn’t get the fluff you wanted, so I’m sorry that you had to wait this long, even then it’s more angst than fluff I’m sorry.

After a while, the corrosive smell started to bother you. Your hands were dyed completely red now. They were sticky and had feathers stuck to them, the blood of the male dried too. For a moment, it felt like you had a hangover. The things you did in the last few hours and the emotions you felt were slowly fading away, leaving nothing but desire behind. All you remembered was a vivid dream akin experience, one where you got to finally feel alive after falling down this deep abyss. The sudden change in environment seems to have influenced you more than you imagined. How you yearned for the screams and cries of him. It has only been a few minutes, yet that feeling, the rush of adrenaline started to disappear like a childhood memory. You didn’t want to forget it, you wanted to keep it sealed within you forever.

Time was passing by like usual, yet for some reason you didn’t seem responsive, as if you weren’t really there. As if you were floating in space, every nerve in your body turned off and your senses dulled. You couldn’t really acknowledge your surroundings, simply at the wall, contemplating and thinking about whatever you did remember. Everything that happened was being replayed in your head like a show, sadly the graphic setting was low and everything was a blur. Except for those crimson eyes of him.

The different expressions his eyes bore were mesmerising, enough to leave its imprint on you. How the once fierce look he owned turned into one of uncertainties, of doubt and fear. Your room looked like the aftermath of a battle. Luckily for you it was at a hotel, so you wouldn’t need to clean it. This wasn’t earth, it wouldn’t matter if the owner sees all of this, the evident of your action, the proof of your true desires. You felt empty again, like the fulfilment you felt before was ran out. The hand on the back of his head moved to his cheeks, moving his face backwards. He has been resting his chin in the crook of your neck the entire time without making a single sound, slowly it got suspicious.

Raphael was breathing very weakly and shallow, apparently he also got a nosebleed. “Hey, wake up.” You muttered, rubbing his cheeks gently. His pale face had blood stains, but his eyes were still closed. Right now he looked very vulnerable, so helpless as if he was someone that needed protection. At the same time he also appeared like an innocent child in your eyes, one that’s been depraved of love. How pitiful he is, being cast aside by his creator and now stuck in the claws of a monster. Since you wore him out a lot, you let him sleep. It didn’t matter if you knew nothing about the anatomy of an angel, if one is exhausted they need to take a break. You laid him down onto the humid mattress before you got up to go to the bathroom.

Now that you cleaned yourself up and got a towel, you started to clean the still asleep male too, wiping the excessive body fluids of him away. It was a little disturbing considering you were the cause of all of this, but you could manage. When you saw the two holes on his belly, where his piercings have been, you gaged a little. The scene turned out to be a bit more grotesque than you remembered. Speaking of memories, it was strange how you couldn’t recall what happened very clearly. After all, it was just happened, as if you weren’t thinking clearly when you did all that. You didn’t regret it though, because if there’s one thing you remembered, then it’s that you loved every second of it. Every action to the words you spoke, you knew you enjoyed yourself a lot. Enough to make you want to go for a second round.

Eventually you finished wiping him, sitting down next to Raphael again. Still so quiet, this wasn’t normal. Your first thought was that he fell asleep, though upon further inspection his face was starting to get pale. Soon you realised that he passed out and sighed, “…not good.” It looked like he lost his consciousness, probably due to the excessive amount of blood he lost. One glance was all you needed to know your hypothesis was right. In the end, you did rip his wings off, not to mention how the bed was now akin to the red carpet. A stressed out groan left you, why were thing always so difficult. Aftercare is great and all, but what should you do if he needs immediate treatment? It’s not like you can carry him all the way to paradise lost. Will today be the day you kill someone for the first time?

Suddenly the door to your hotel room crashed down, and a group of devils barged in. These devils, they really know no manners. Though you were also glad to some degree, because you saw Satan, sitri, and Marbas. “Y/n!” The devil with the white hair ran towards you, but he stopped after taking three steps. Sitri, who was pushing Marbas, followed his king and stopped right next to him. “Solomon, what happened?” That devil asked, his voice was filled with confusion. They must be shocked to see the state the room is in, not to mention Raphael. “I’ll tell you later. Marbas, can you help this guy here? He’s lost a lot of blood.” You looked calm, terrifyingly so, no panic could be spotted in your voice nor did you have a fast heartbeat. “I’ll see what I can do.” Marbas answered after a bit and got out of his binds. When he got close enough to recognise who that was, he hesitated. He still started treating him afterwards, despite the identity of the patient.

“Satan, why are you here?” In all honesty, you didn’t care, and you had a vague idea how they knew your location, but you didn’t want to answer their questions. You weren’t in the mood to right now. “When you disappeared so suddenly, everyone got worried. Then sitri found you.” Nothing you couldn’t guess yourself. “And? Why’s Marbas here?” This time, the devil with the blue hair spoke up, “I heard two heartbeats, and I recognised that the other one was an angel. That’s why.” So they thought you got beaten up or injured, huh, if that’s the case they are pretty late for a rescue operation. “What about you tell us your side of the story now?” It seems like you won’t be able to get out of this one. You noticed that he gritted his teeth again, one look was enough to tell he wasn’t happy. “Well, you see…” “y/n, your majesty Satan and sitri. I’m done, I stopped the bleeding and treated his injuries. Though this won’t be enough, we’ll need to bring him to paradise lost.” In the nick of time Marbas reported his observations and actions, in contrary to what you predicted, you were able to dodge the questions again.

“Why do we need to go all the way there, won’t the hospital in Gehenna suffice?” Satan scoffed, he was getting more furious by the second. First your disappearance, now all the hassle for an enemy. “Because… I believe only his majesty lucifer and gamigin knows how to properly treat him.” Just as Satan was about to inquire about the former seraphim’s injuries, you barged in, “All right, we don’t have much time, no? Shouldn’t we be on the way?” Everything was taking too long, so you interrupted their little small talk and rushed them. In addition, you also walked over to the bed, picking up the white jacket that belonged to his outfit and wrapped him in it. Sitri seems to have finally caught on and helped you carrying him. This was going to be a long night. It was so much hassle just to keep someone alive, maybe you should let him die instead? Was it because of your hardened personality that you weren’t sorry for him, that you didn’t feel any remorse?

It’s been three weeks since Raphael got taken in at the hospital of paradise lost. Your life hasn’t changed much, in fact it reversed back to how it was before your second meeting with him. Today, while you were visiting him, the sleeping beauty finally opened his eyes. It did caught you off guard, so you started to call for the doctor. “You’re [—]. Ah, lucifer, where’s [——]?” His view was blurry, it was like watching black paint spread on a clean paper. Furthermore his head was hurting a lot, as if he had been on a carousel for too long. It was to the point he couldn’t even register your voice properly. “…where…?” The man uttered, it was more like a groan of pain than words. He tried to cover his eyes with his hand due to how bright it was, that’s when he noticed an IV stuck to his arm. “You [—] hospital, if you [——] noticed.” It was still difficult to understand you, but it got better the more he tried. “…is that you, y/n?” Raphael asked and his hand reached out to you, his body acted before he could think about it. You held his hand and intertwined your fingers, then you squeezed his hand. “Yes.” He flinched at that, a little surprised at this sudden gentleness coming from you. This wasn’t how you were like last time, but he didn’t hate it.

A few minutes later lucifer also came into the room, the patient froze upon seeing his former colleague, he also hold your hand more firmly. You didn’t need two brain cells to know they had something to say to each other, so you got up to leave the room. When you stopped holding his hand, he tensed up again, in the end he eventually let go. Were you overthinking it or was he acting differently than before? Nonetheless, you went out to get some food for him. With a bit of discussing and arguing, you got Satan to give you permission to keep him. He did almost die because of you, with that being said you also thought he’d be more wary of you. In the end, you were proven wrong. For the time being you were going to be nice to him, so that he will want to stay, it’d be no good if he runs away. It’s been three weeks now, three weeks of pure boredom. After all that torturous wait, you finally felt an ounce of excitement.

When you got back to his resting place with a bag of to go food, you met lucifer who was just coming out of the room. They must have had a very long talk, was what you thought. You weren’t really curious about what they talked about though, which is why you asked him instead, “can he get out today? He looks healthy enough.” To your surprise the male disagreed, explaining, “he lost his wings, he’ll need physiotherapy.” The confusion was written all over your face like the front cover of a magazine, you said with an irritated tone, “you mean he can’t walk?” “Not good at best.” You should trust the words of a doctor, especially him who has more experience than you, yet you still couldn’t wrap your head around it. “But, it’s his wings he lost. He always walked without showing them.” Lucifer was kingly enough to explain it to you, how much patience he must have, “not showing them and not having them are two different things. He’s been used to having wings it for as long as he lived, this sudden change will cause his body to lose balance, because…” he has too much patience for sure, normally you though he was a quiet guy, though it looks like he can talk a lot if it’s his field. Great, now you had to listen to him lecture you about angel anatomy.

A while later buer called for lucifer, he had something to take care of and left you alone. You on the other hand was standing in front of the patient room now, still holding the now cold bag. So he has to stay here for a month, and then continuously visit it to get better. Is this was you want? Slowly your thoughts were getting too complicated, which is why you stepped inside. “You are back.” You saw raphael turn his head towards you. How pitiful he looked, all bedridden like this. “Yea, are you hungry?” That was a very unnecessary question, really, you didn’t know why you just wasted your breath with that one. Nevertheless you got closer and sat down on the chair next to him, then opened the bag and let him look inside. Maybe you should have used the microwave first, if there was one that is. “It’s all for you.” You added, in case he misunderstands anything. His hand reached out to your direction, though instead of the food he grabbed your hand. “…” “…?” This was bizarre to say the least, he didn’t make any sense. Both of you stayed silent, a few minutes felt like days. Why did he do that? You wondered, but before you could ask he let go of your hand again and reached inside the bag. “Thanks.” The male whispered, then bit into his food.

It was awkward, none of you dared to say something about the new promises between you two. The situation already escalated to the point where you couldn’t go back, guess you had to keep your word then. At some point, after he finished his meal, he just stared at his hands clenching the blankets. It looked like he was deep in thoughts, maybe even regretting ever meeting you. Was what happened only a mistake done in the heat of the moment? Were you going to tell him, ‘sorry, I didn’t mean to’ and then leave? After taking everything from him? That’s what he was contemplating. He can’t return to heaven without his wings, not that he exactly wants to go back, but if hell doesn’t have a place for him where can he go to? Your expression was neutral, too calm even, he couldn’t read you.

It was frustrating, you didn’t get any backlash from it, yet his life had turned upside down. Out of nowhere he reached out to you again and grabbed you by your collar, “You have to take responsibility, you can’t leave me now.” The male threatened you, getting really close to your face. Despite his deep voice, you saw the fear in his eyes, like a stormy night filled with thunder. He moved up too fast, as well as using too much strength, causing him to lose balance and fall over, crashing into your arms with his upper body. This wasn’t anything too dangerous, since you managed to catch him and prevent the fall of you two. It still hurt a little, because his fingers were gripping your shoulders really tight.

“Be careful now.” You said, pulling him in to hug him tightly, watching him tremble a little. This is weird, it wasn’t a natural reaction, so you questioned, “What’s wrong?” “I can’t…” “What?” He was acting strange, this was starting to make you feel uneasy too. Suddenly you hugged you back, holding onto you while saying, “You can’t leave me, don’t leave, never again. You made me like this, you have to take responsibility. Please, please, don’t abandon me too.” His eyes were unfocused, hieratic and wild, he panted while uttering those words like a prayer. The aspect that confused you the most was his expression, an unsettling, forced smile as he clung to you, repeating those phrases like a madman, “don’t leave, I can’t afford it now, don’t leave me.”

You stroked his hair and tried to reassure him, his voice was shaking the entire time. Has he finally gone crazy now? “as long as you behave good, I won’t leave. I’d never leave. I’m right here, Raphael, I’m right here.” It doesn’t matter if he is delusional or not, it’s easier this way. What a twisted path fate has planned out for him, it seems like no matter which turn he takes, he’ll always end up miserable. Even so he just adores when you hold him, when you make his life worth living by planting the seed of love within him. Just a few words that doesn’t even need to be true are enough to wrap him around your finger. You were no good for him, this much was clear from the beginning. Like the deadliest drug, giving him the illusion of temporal happiness, all while slowly rotting him from the inside. He can’t get out of this, he doesn’t want to get out, as long as you are alive he’ll keep using this drug, begging you for more. You can’t leave now, and he’ll make sure it stays like this forever.

Soon your visiting time was over, it was the break of dawn and you had to go home. You wanted to leave and already got up from your seat, he then asked, “where are you going?” “I’m going home, you have to stay here for a while.” Something was amiss again, the atmosphere got heavier. His eyes widened and you saw him getting uncomfortable, the change was so drastically like a light switch. “Take me with you,” Raphael demanded. “What?” This surprised you now. “I want to go with you.” He repeated his words once again, after hearing it for the second time you were still bewildered.

You’d like to say you saw determination in his eyes, but you only saw suspicion and anxiety. “If you want to, but lucifer said…” You abruptly stopped mid sentence, before adding, “you know what, let’s just leave together.” Then you gave him a hand. He tried to stand up, one step after another and hold your hand firmly. Out of nowhere he fell forwards, crashing into you again. Just like last time you managed to grab him and prevent the fall. “Ugh.” The boy yelped a little, and with your help, he managed to get back on his feet. Why was his balance so off, you thought, before you remembered the words of lucifer. To think losing his wing would have such an impact on him, you didn’t imagine it’d be this bad.

But standing alone wasn’t enough. You took a few steps back, and waited for him to follow you. When he did, he instantly fell over again. This time you weren’t there to catch him, and he crashed onto the floor. “Ah..” it wasn’t really painful, considering what he went through, but it scared him. He couldn’t walk like before anymore and flying was definitely out of the question. Even if he knew it will get better, this shock still had a physiological effect on him. Was this truly his fate, the path his lord has chosen for him? Will he find the affection he never got once he reached the end of this? He stared back to his legs, cursing his pathetic state under his breath, why was everything so hard?

You on the other hand was mesmerised, those vulnerable and desperate actions of his were making forgotten emotions float up to the surface again. These were the feelings you missed for three weeks, life’s been so boring without him like the main component was missing. The way he looked so crude was making your heart pound. You wanted him, so bad it hurt. When he looked up to you, he met your gaze, the face you made was indescribable. Was it joy, want, or anger? It made him anxious. An unfamiliar place without anyone he can trust. He killed may devils, who knows when one of them would attack him? His helplessness was causing him to depend on you more and more. “Get up, here.” Once again you reached your hand out to him, and pulled him up. With you here to help him keep balance, he was able to move more precisely.

The two of you didn’t do anything dramatic, simply walking out of the hospital hand in hand. Even if you walked pass other devils, they didn’t dare to say anything. You were the descendant of Solomon, and he was the infamous red angel. Was. Sometimes he would trip a little and lean forward, but you always managed to keep him on his feet. It felt like escorting someone who was drunk. Soon you two got out of the hospital and you called for a taxi, then you opened the door and pushed him inside. Raphael held your hand the entire time, unwilling to let go even for a moment. And with that, you two were making your way back to Gehenna.

Now you’ve done it, you really broke out of the hospital. It was way less dramatic than you thought, even so it left a bad taste in your mouth. You could still turn back and act like all of this never happened, should you? Then you looked over to the man sitting next to you in the car, he was looking out of the window, observing hell. “How do you feel, Raphael? You only woke up today after all.” He flinched at your words, then turned around. “I’m fine, I don’t need to go back.” Silence, a pretty awkward one at that. You still haven’t figured out how you should treat him, just the thought that he didn’t feel any resentment towards you was weird. On one hand you wanted to talk about it, on the other hand you didn’t know if it was the right time to do so. Suddenly Raphael spoke up again, “can I hold your hand?” He’s been like that all day, wanting to do such an innocent act with you, as if you didn’t turn his life upside down. It wouldn’t hurt to agree, so you held your hand out. The male was still looking out the window, in addition to that he was also holding your hand now. The rest of the ride went by like this, quietly and peacefully.

Once you two arrived in Gehenna, you helped him get out of the car. He stumbled a little but he was able to walk, though sometimes he would lose his footing and stray off. With heavy steps you two managed to get to your room. The devils who saw you two didn’t stop you, in such instances it was better to stay curious than knowing somehting they shouldn’t. You two had to go up the stairs to reach your destination, that was fun. Really fun. After he arrived in your room, you immediately made him sit down on your bed. He panted a little, already tired, probably because he didn’t move for the past few weeks. Satan did allow him to stay here, but you weren’t sure if he had an own room yet, so you suggested, “You can stay here for the time being, until I get you a separate room.” “…can it be the one next to yours then?” He asked, it was more like a condition though. “I’ll see what I can do.” “Then i don’t mind staying here.” That wasn’t something he gets to decide. You didn’t know what to think about sharing your privacy like this, since you didn’t have an answer yet, you changed the topic.

“Raphael, how do you feel?” “I answered you already, I’m fine,” he sounded mildly annoyed. “Yea, alright. Then what you are thinking?” “What I am thinking? Let’s see.” Raphael stretched himself on your bed, while you stood in front of him. “I can still remember the pain very well. Don get me wrong, I’m not trying to make you feel guilty. I don’t need it.” The male started explaining, his expression was serious and nonchalant. Then he trailed off, “huh, my chest feels tight whenever you aren’t here, if I can’t make sure you are with me my air gets snapped off. Like someone is ripping my heart out of my chest by force.” You weren’t sure what to do with these information, based on what you understood it seems like he has a few screws loose. “And?” “And it aches, it hurts. I can’t stand the idea of being separated from you.” He fumbled with his sleeves, but he wasn’t uncomfortable with sharing his thoughts.

Suddenly, out of nowhere he raised his voice, those red eyes of his showed an insatiable hunger in them, a need that can’t be satisfied. He grabbed your leg and pleaded, “don’t hurt me, you can hurt my body but don’t hurt me. Don’t leave me on my own, okay?” It’d be an understatement to say you were caught off guard by his sudden touch. Instead of replying him, you tried to take a few steps backwards, but he held onto you tightly. “Please.” His voice echoed through the room, it kind of freaked you out. In the end you got closer to him, now only inches away from the boy. This seems to satisfy him to some amount and he continued, “my neck, hah…it feels like a hand is choking me. It’s snapping my air off. Choke me please, take this feeling away.” “What are you talking about?” You couldn’t keep your bewilderedness hidden anymore, trying hard to understand the current situation.

“You are the only thing I have left. It’s only fair if I’m the only one in yours too. I’ll be good, I’ll be obedient, please tell me you need me like how I need you.” His hands grabbed your hips, fingers digging into your waist. “Ugh! Wait a second…” “I gave you what you wanted, because of you I ended up like this, don’t you see how good I’ve been to you?” This was getting uncomfortable, you weren’t exacltly scared for your life, rather you were concerned about the situation. Was this the consequences of your actions? “Raphael, calm the fuck down!” You grabbed his arms, trying to yank them away. It was starting to hurt, his nails were scratching you. Even admits all of this you noticed the flickering of his eyes, how his hands trembled and how he was shaking.

“Don’t you love me? Don’t you adore me? Isn’t that why you did all of this? Please tell me it’s true, don’t tell me otherwise. I don’t care if you have to lie. I didn’t do all of that for you to abandon me. Aren’t I the only one who would go this far for you? Tell me, tell me…! Please. I can’t, I can’t breathe. Y/n. Tell me you love me, please, give me everything you have. This agonising pain is too much to bear. Numb those feelings down until i am a shell of what I used to be. You can take anything from me, even if it’s my eyes. It hurts, it pains, help me, please, I’m begging. I think I’m going mad, y/n, have I made the wrong choice? All of this ache is driving me insane, you are my only escape now. Take it all away, make it go away. Is there no end to my suffering?”

His emotions just exploded, everything was all over the place. He also started crying at the same time as well as shaking you back and forth. Anger, doubt and fear filled him up to the rim. There was only so much he could take, and today was his snapping point. Your hand moved first, slapping him across the face, soon it turned red. His little breakdown was going too far and you weren’t nice enough to deal with it. “Fuck I told you to calm down, what are you doing, spouting one nonsense after another?” It’s rare for you to get this angry. You’ve learned to have a lot of patience after coming to hell but this man was pushing you out of your comfort zone. “I’m not good enough. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I can do better.” For some reason you highly doubted it, I mean just listen to what bullshit he was spouting. “Keep your hand on me, hurt me all you want. I’ll keep you entertained, I can be perfection for you.” The stare he gave you was serious, his tears rolled down his cheek with no purpose. Once again he started yapping about some hallucinations and fantasies he had in his brain.

He felt awful. There was no other way to describe it. Everything hurt, there wasn’t anything worth living for but you. If you left now who knows what he’ll do. Being casted aside all this time made him more insecure than he expected. Like a small bunny that got separated from its mother, walking into the wolfs den without a single clue. All that’s left for him was to clench onto any trace of love he could get. With god gone now, he truly had nothing left to lose, he needed nothing but your affection. This wasn’t about you, this wasn’t about him neither. It was about his obsession with finally feeling loved by his creator. For once he wants to be important to someone, to be useful and seen.

This need of his has been building up for centuries, and now he finally gave in to it. God was it pathetic. The title angel should have never been given to the likes of him, he truly was the one mistake of god. Despite all that you couldn’t deny it, the way he panicked was a little cute. It made your stomach feel butterflies, or was it something? The knowledge that all of this was your work made you feel proud. What a wise decision it was to leave with him today, when he’s still the most unstable. Getting thrown into an unfamiliar environment, meeting all kinds of people that can kill you. Maybe you two were pretty similar after all.

You were planning on being nice to him, you really were, but not anymore after all this drama he caused. “Raphael what are you talking about? You don’t get to decide who I’m seeing!” The words that felt from your lips were like blades stabbing his chest, the filter you had was turned off now. “Be grateful, that someone like me is taking care of something so filthy like you! You know it yourself, you are miserable and vulgar, it’s so selfish of you to want to keep me to yourself.” If he was going to let himself run wild like that, he also had to expect some consequences. The face he pulled was priceless, truly youthful greatest joy now. Tears dropped down his cheeks, you were enjoying yourself again, just like three weeks ago. Yes, this was the feeling you desperately missed.

“Such a pathetic being like you is destined to end up like this. Giving yourself up for me, isn’t it only natural? God favours me and not you.” That was a statement you highly doubted, since you weren’t exactly happy about being down here. Nonetheless, you said it just to make your little dove more miserable. Then you cupped his red and warm face, it was completely drenched in his tears now. His eyes looked tired, he seems to be so done with everything, so you cooed at him, “how pitiful you look…If I own you, you will finally find a purpose in that worthless life of yours again. If you give me your everything, naturally I’ll give you something worthy of it too. You can have an ounce of my affection, isn’t it great? Such a high reward for something like you!”

This was inexplainable, whenever it came to him you were like a different person. Ruining him, breaking him, hurting him, all of this became your favourite hobby. You aren’t a sadist, you are only like this with him! You are a good person, you are saving everyone in hell! It seems even you has lost your mind now. How are you going to return to earth with this mindset? The two of you were a match made from the depths of hell, a place not even god dared to enter. A truly beautiful and twisted bridge full of thorns. Instead of fighting together you made him clear the way for you, only to push him into the deadly river afterwards. Why you’d go this far? Honestly you didn’t have a good reason, it was all done for the sake of your enjoyment. “You aren’t enough Raphael, you are never enough.” A soft smile appeared on your face as you chuckled. This was fulfilling, but that blackhole inside you ached for more. “I’m so sorry Raphael, that you were born, and that you have to keep living. I’m begging you, please be lonely forever. Do it for me?”

Raphael was sobbing quietly, yet his features didn’t tell he was sad, instead relief was written all over his face. He didn’t know why, but you were dazzling right now. When you touched him it felt like the hand of god, you were his replacement for his lord. “I know it hurts, it will only get worse from here on, but soon you’ll be craving the pain.” You whispered, wiping his tears away with tender movements. “Please endure all of this and live miserable with me for a long time.” Stay with you, forever, that was all he heard. He filtered the words out he didn’t want to hear, then he gave you a meek smile. How adorable, so damn cute you won’t ever let go of him. You caressed his cheeks from above, smiling back at him. No one could understand the relationship of you two, it was something truly unique and wonderful. Who would have thought that the bunny and the wolf ended up together?

“y/n, do you love me?” Raphael asked, it looks like he finally calmed down. How strange that such words were able to help him. Or it broke him more, who knows. You had to think about what to say, the feelings you experienced when you were with him, the ache you felt and how you wanted to do so many things to him. After a few moments, you eventually came to the conclusion this must be love. Love makes one crazy, if this isn’t love, then what is it? It would mean it was something much more sinister, and that didn’t have a nice sound to it. Maybe it was just a mutual reliance, each one takes something from the other they desperately need while hurting all the involved parties as they do. Even if that was the truth, you couldn’t care less. All you wanted to do was to hold him while he repeats the words, ‘I’m yours’. You kissed his forehead, then answered with a ‘yes’. He pulled you towards him and both of you fell onto the bed, it bounced a little due to your weights. Then, Raphael hugged you tightly as he whispered, “I’m glad. I love you too.”