i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.
picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.
it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.
and then he gets to the sword.
demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.
but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.
when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.
the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.
and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.
the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.
luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.
instead, he hears this:
"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."
but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.
"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."
"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."
"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."
"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"
somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.
weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.
xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.
it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.
sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.
maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.
maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.
"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.
hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."
xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.
...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.
(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)
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You want self-indulgent prompts? I am currently feral about the idea of Alastor stepping on my face (maybe in a prompt sense, we could call this rough sex/BDSM) and Lucifer giving me aftercare.
The Importance of Aftercare
18+ - Minors DO NOT INTERACT
[Alastor x Reader Smut] [Lucifer x Reader Aftercare]
Tags: NSFW, Minors DNI, rough sex, suspension, Alastor's shadow, loss of mobility, clawing, broken skin, breeding if you squint hard enough
Summary: You are Alastor's plaything. He enjoys using you, and knows exactly what buttons to push to deliver you into sweet, sweet subspace. Unfortunately, aftercare is not a concept his familiar with so Lucifer swoops in to pick up the pieces following your demise.
Your body feels stiff from the position you’ve found yourself in for the last several hours. Alastor left you in his room strung up by the wrists like a marionette, vulnerable and exposed. If anyone were to walk in right now you would be mortified, and he knows it.
The shadowy tendrils hold your wrists firmly to the small of your back — tight enough that they're on the cusp of cutting off your circulation but just centimeters away from that threshold. Any tighter and you would begin to lose feeling in your hands. The Radio Demon knows your limits and he enjoys pushing them.
You’re his plaything.
At this point, you're fed up. You've been here so long that your patience has worn thin. Feeling restless and ticked off, you squirm against the restraints in hopes that their firm grip loosens.
A sudden cool breeze licks your naked skin, causing your nipples to harden. Your senses are assaulted by the smell of spruce and petrichor as a dark shadow creeps up from the floor below you. Danger signs involuntarily flash through your mind as the shadow forms the Radio Demon.
He's so close you could touch him if you had use of your hands — which is exactly why you don’t. His sharp smile creates a sense of urgency as he edges closer to you, savouring your helplessness.
“Going somewhere, my Doe?” Purrs the demon, narrowing his eyes at your squirming body.
“Nice of you to show up. Here I thought you forgot about me” you spit, annoyance dripping from your voice.
“Heavens no” he cackles, waving his free hand, “I just wanted to see how long you would wait for me to return.”
“Fuck you.” you seeth, squirming violently against his shadow’s cold embrace.
Alastor doesn't even flinch. Instead, he stands there watching you squirm, visually amused by your failed attempts at freedom. The smug expression sends fire through your blood as he watches his pet, helplessly struggle to no avail.
You know what will set him off, but a lingering fear of Alastor causes you to hesitate. Your struggle ceases as you calculate your next words carefully.
You've decided you've had enough.
“You might have me tied up pretty tightly” A smirk forms on your face. You look him dead in the eyes basking in the delight of his smug expression disappearing with your next words, “But I know the leash Lilith has you on is tighter.”
The lights flicker violently as the final word escapes your lips and the sound of radio static rings through the room with such force that your ears ring. You wince. His glowing red eyes snap to vacant black, red radio dials replacing his pupils.
A brief sense of relief takes hold when the shadowy tendrils release you and you slam into the bed below you. When you attempt to get away, you feel him grab a fistful of your hair before he throws you face down on the floor.
You push yourself up but are quickly stopped when you feel a boot crush your face against the floor. Through the corner of your eye, you see Alastor looming over you with such rage and disgust that your stomach turns. The horns growing from his head are a stark reminder of how dangerous this demon is.
“If I ever hear those words leave your mouth again, your soul will be the next one I tear apart. I'm sure the rest of hell will enjoy the sounds of your terrified screams as I broadcast them for all to hear, you disrespectful wretch.” he bellows.
Your heart races as his voice echoes through your ears, terrified by his threatening words.
The heel of his boot digs further into your face causing you to whimper at the weight of it as strands of hair rip from your scalp. The carpet scrapes against your cheek as you lay there, helpless under the weight of his body.
You dare not move when Alastor removes his foot, your body remains limp as you wait patiently for your demise. His claws grasp a fistful of your hair, your scalp screaming from the individual strand ripping free as he forces you onto your knees.
“Tell me, darling, who do you belong to?” Demands the demon, releasing his grip on your hair to lift your chin with his finger. Feeling dazed and defeated, you take in the scene caused by your provocation. His body has contorted into something terrifying — like an animal cornering his prey. Red drool drips down his chin as the shadowy tendrils swirl around him, glows of green illuminating the room around you. The radio static fades to a little more than a drone in the background.
“I belong to you, Alastor.” You mutter, hypnotized by his glowing eyes sharpening towards yours.
“And what are you?”
“Your pet.”
The smugness returns to his face and he smirks down his nose at you through half-lidded eyes.
“Lovely.” he uses your hair as leverage to shove your face against his groin and you feel his thick, monstrous length against your mouth. A sharp spike of lust cascades through you when you feel his cock twitch from your hot breath seeping through the crisp fabric of his pants.
You're suddenly eager to taste him, lifting your hands to paw desperately at the thin barrier between you and your prize. You almost miss the demon curse under his breath as he jerks your head back.
“Ah ah ah,” he wags his finger, “patience, pet”
You whimper in response, a self-satisfied expression lights up his features at the sound. He runs his clawed thumb across your lips and you pant, urgent to please him. He uses one hand to slowly and methodically unbutton his trousers and your mouth salivates in response.
“Feast, my Doe,” he demands, his smile illuminating the hungry look in his demonic eyes. You launch forward, primal instincts taking over, and with one tug of his pants, you free him. Precum drips from the head of his cock in anticipation of your mouth. You lap it up hungrily, your tongue trailing a line of hot saliva down his length.
Alastor growls in response. A spark ignites in you, causing you to swallow him whole. Your eyes fill with tears as you fight against your gag reflex, your throat stretching to take him all in. He snarls in response, both hands now curling his fingers around your hair as he holds you in place.
“So eager.” His mellifluous, filtered voice coats your ears like silk.
Tears stream down your cheeks as you look up at him. When you lock eyes, he finally releases you allowing you to breathe.
But you aren't done.
You stick out your tongue and pant heavily to indicate your hunger and he looks down at you with a chaotic intent. This is a game to him. He gets enjoyment out of watching you suffer.
Your eyes roll back into your head when Alastor finally awards you another taste, shoving his length into the open orifice. The Radio Demon snarls in response and proceeds to throat-fucking your mercilessly — you moan sending vibrations through his shaft.
You can see the shift in his eyes when he loses the control he so effortlessly maintains when he feels it.
He pulls you off of him and throws you back on the floor, face down. Feeling mischievous, you decide to try your luck to scramble away.
Play his game.
You make it to your hands and knees before his clawed hand grabs your ankles and rips your legs out from under you. You hit the ground with a thud and you feel his hand wrap around your neck when he pins you down forcefully. He uses his free hand to prop you on your knees to line himself up to your drenched slit. You rock your hips back to meet him, longing for him to fill you, but Alastor shifts his weight, pinning you further into the floor. After what feels like an eternity of torture, he finally shoves himself into you with such force that you cry out, overtaken by pain and bliss. It was a sound that was entirely unrecognizable to you.
The claws of his free hand grip your waist, breaking the skin, and he proceeds to fuck you mercilessly, his cock stretching you out with every slam. You glance up towards the force holding you to the ground and you sharply inhale as the Radio Demon’s depraved expression sends you deeper into ecstacy. Your moans are your reckoning — the sound echoing through the room ignites a blaze in his actions.
He slams his hips into your ass with such rhythmic force that you can feel the carpet burn forming on the side of your head with the small, forceful movements. He's ravenous and you're ready for him to devour you.
Alastor releases your waist and his middle finger finds your clit. His claws are so sharp, they threaten to slice you with each movement, only driving you further towards your end.
He watches your pinned face intently, observing your reaction as he locates your sweet spot. When a deep, guttural moan escapes your lips, his smile widens even further, and his glowing eyes burn with desire.
The demon grabs you by the hair and situates you on your knees, holding you firmly against his body. Your breathing intensifies as he ruthlessly assaults your clit while fucking you senseless.
You’re so deep in subspace that you're non-verbal but your body language does all the talking — it begs, pleads, and yearns to reach the peak of your climax. The euphoria builds, enrapturing you as you he burrows deep inside, his cock stretches you out with his overwhelming size and —
The teather snaps
You cry out as the orgasm rushes over you, exploding from your throbbing clit to your toes. Alastor growls when he feels your walls contract around him. He slams your face back into the carpet, pumping inside of you unsparingly as he drives towards his own release.
“Who you belong to, pet?” growls the Radio Demon.
“I belong to you, Alastor.”
And with that he pushes deep into you, releasing his seed with such force.
He wants you to remember it.
He collapses on top of you and you sit there for a moment, chests heaving. The only sound that can be heard is collective exhales as you bask in the glow of each other's heat.
“Good girl.” Alastor praises you earnestly, running his fingers through your hair as you fight to collect yourself. The validation creates warmth under his fingertips that fires through your body.
He returns to his feet, pulling up his trousers as you roll over to your back and look up at him, basking in his shadow. He looks down at you with a look you couldn't quite interpret.
Your eyes widen when you recognize it.
“No, Alastor, don't you fucking da-” but it's too late. Before you have the chance to finish your sentence his shadow takes you hostage securing you in the air once more.
“I'll be back, darling,” he trills as his body melts into the shadows through the floor, “be good for me will you?” his voice echoing early around you.
And just like that he was gone.
“For fuck sake.” you groan, furious and annoyed at Alastor for once again putting you in this situation, dangling helplessly with your hands pinned to your back.
“Get back here! You can't leave me like this!” You scream, nearly choking back tears. You scream cursing for several minutes.
The doorknob turns. You're ready to lay into Alastor, fiery lava coursing through your veins.
“This isn't funny dude, you just fucked me and lef-” your wavering words are cut short when Lucifer walks in to investigate the disturbance. When he looks up at you, his eyes shift from their usual sunny demeanor to deep concern as he takes in your situation.
Majestic wings break free of his back and he glides towards you, determined. You're in such awe that you forget about the embarrassing position you're in when he slices through your shadowy prison, catching you in his arms.
“I'm gonna fucking kill that guy, I swear.” Lucifer's horns grow from his scalp as his typically cheerful voice lowers violently, his eyes glowing a furious red at the prospect. He lowers himself to the ground and swiftly carries you out the door towards the bathroom.
You collapse in his warmth, shivering. He holds you tighter against him as he uses his wings to propel himself down the corridor urgently. When you look up at him, you notice his horns have disappeared. His eyes back to his normal yellow glow, are full of determination as he carries forward.
When you reach the bathroom, the light stings your tear-soaked eyes, causing you to wince from the reflection off the tiled floor. He sets you down gently and you gasp as the cold tiles make contact with your thighs, causing you to shudder. Lucifer turns on the bath, checking periodically on the temperature as the scent of Lavender fills the room.
The blood that stained your skin from where Alastor hooked his claws was dry but continued to radiate sharp pain through your torso. Removing his jacket, Lucifer lays it over top of your exposed, trembling body like a blanket and you feel safe in the warmth of the fabric. He crouches down, grabbing your chin between his fingers to bring your gaze to his.
“Are you okay?” he asks genuinely, his voice laced with worry. The graze of his fingertips brushes the hair out of your eyes and smiles causing your heart to stutter.
“Yeah, I'm okay.”
“Did he hurt you?”
You pause, wondering how much you should divulge.
“Only because I wanted him to.” you shrug, slightly embarrassed.
Lucifer chuckles, his reaction without judgment.
“Well hey, there's nothing wrong with that,” he smirks, “I know how I react when I sink my teeth into someone, if ya know what I mean.”
He winks and you can't stop a giggle from escaping your chest. He turns off the water and locks eyes with you again.
Reaching out towards you, he paused, looking at you for consent before touching you. You nod your approval and he lifts you effortlessly, placing you gently into the claw foot tub. You wince as the heat of the water draws your immediate attention to every area where the skin had broken.
Lucifer looks at you empathetically as he rests his arms on the tub. His eyes never breaking contact, a crooked grin on his face. He traces his finger around the top of the water, a trail of gold, glittering mist following in its wake.
“But,” he continues, his tone becoming serious “when you put someone in that mindset, you've gotta follow up with care.” He pulls his finger up, the trails of gold taking shape and forming a heart.
You smile, the pain in your body replaced with warmth as you're comforted by his words.
“Oh! One second,” Lucifer reaches into his jacket with purpose, fumbling around for something in particular. His eyes light up with sudden enthusiasm when he locates it, his sharp fangs gleaming as he pulls the treasure from his pocket.
He extends his arm, opening his hand.
“These help huuuge with depression”
In his palm rests a single yellow, rubber duck.
Thank you for sending that in, dear reader - that was a lot of fun to write! I do love me some face stepping and great aftercare 🥵
I'm gonna go take a cold shower now.
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You can read about some Alastor Aftercare in the AU version
The Importance of Aftercare [AU]
If you're looking for something a bit fluffier, check out my multi-chapter Alastor x Reader fic
From One Hell to Another
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