#Lucifer losing his marbles

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#guys I’m losing my mind #my scrimpy schooby :3 #nny #invader zim #johnny the homicidal maniac #Lucifer losing his marbles

[another-lost-mc]

Desperation

There's something wrong with Asmodeus.

ASMODEUS x afab!Reader 7.4k Words | NSFW | Smut with Feelings | Angst with a Happy Ending | First Time Summary: You were bullied by another student at RAD. Asmodeus hasn't been the same since. Content Warnings: Mentions of: anger, unhealthy coping mechanisms, possessive thoughts/behaviour, arguing and threats of violence, blood, brief bullying/harassment, bathing together, vaginal fingering, PIV sex. Reader uses gn!pronouns. ➤➤ Obey Me! Masterlist

The tub in Asmodeus’s private bathroom is more like a pool than any bathtub you ever used prior to coming to the Devildom. It’s as enchanting and mysterious as the demon himself. You’re not even sure how he fills it - it must have some magical charm that keeps it full. The fresh petals he adds to the water never seem to wilt or lose their scent.

You’re sitting with Asmo near the edge of the pool. You skim your fingers along the surface of the crystal-clear water and it ripples gently at your touch. Asmo sits behind you on the marble step and supports your weight while you lean against him. He hums gently into your ear while he runs his fingertips through the ends of your hair. His chest is warm against your back. He’s naked from the waist up, but he left his boxer briefs on - for your comfort more than his. 

Normally you wouldn’t let Asmo see you like this - naked, vulnerable - in the bath or out of it. But earlier when he said he wanted to take care of you, his eyes burning with an intensity that left you speechless, he swept you away to his private bathroom. You were both still reeling from what happened earlier that afternoon, and you realized you wanted his comfort as badly as he wanted yours.

It was supposed to be an ordinary day at RAD: classes with the demon brothers, a student council meeting with Diavolo and Barbatos, perhaps breaking up a fight or two depending how well they got along today. You were sorting through paperwork near the front of the room while the demons bickered in their seats on the dais behind you. 

What you didn’t expect was Solomon bursting through the doors, grinning when Thirteen followed him inside. He ducked behind you while he asked for her to be reasonable and you knew things were going to end badly. She screeched at him as she pulled some sort of black, metallic orb from her bag and tossed it with all her might. 

The trap missed Solomon but it hit your arm instead before it dropped to the floor. It beeped menacingly at your feet and you felt the twinge of pain shoot through your arm when you raised your hands to cover your face. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for whatever was about to happen. 

Thirteen ran over and disarmed the orb before it did whatever else it was supposed to do. She apologized to you but glared venomously at Solomon who was still hovering behind you. He rolled his eyes and tsked, completely unbothered by her fury when she continued threatening him for trying to break into her cave again.

Asmo came to your side before any of his brothers could and shouted at Thirteen and Solomon for involving you with their squabble and putting you in harm’s way. Lucifer followed him and reprimanded Thirteen for her irresponsible behaviour, and he blamed both her and Solomon for disrupting the meeting.

While Thirteen was being lectured by a very grumpy-looking Lucifer, Solomon turned to you with a sheepish smile and apologized for involving you in their little disagreement. You shrugged your shoulders to brush off his apology - it could’ve been worse, after all - but his eyes narrowed when you winced in pain.

“Are you alright? Here, let me take a look—“ he offered as he reached for the lapels of your blazer.

Asmo nudged you back, pushing Solomon’s hand away and effectively shielding you from him. “I think you’ve done enough,” he gritted out angrily. His expression would’ve scared anyone that didn’t know him better - he looked terrifying, and even Solomon must’ve thought so because he raised his hands placatingly and stepped back.

“Come on, let’s go home,” you suggested quietly, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket to get his attention. Your arm throbbed and the room felt uncomfortably tense as tempers flared; you didn’t want to be there anymore.

He looked at you over his shoulder and the fire in his gaze softened. He put his hand over yours and squeezed, turning from Solomon without another word and guided you towards the exit. He paused outside in the hallway long enough to murmur a quick healing spell to lessen the pain in your arm.

The walk home was quiet and uneventful, a blur of typical Devildom nighttime noise but the demon at your side had a scowl on his face that had others on the street giving you a wide berth. It wasn’t typical for the Asmo you know. He draped an arm over your shoulders to keep you tucked into his side but you could feel the tension in his body when you walked together.

When you arrived home, you started to walk towards your room for a shower and a nap, but he held onto your hand and seemed reluctant to let you go. No matter what you said, you couldn’t convince him you were fine; maybe he knew you were lying to yourself.

Let me take care of you.

When you agree to use his private bath, you don't expect that it’s going to be both of you bathing together. You’re too tired to argue -  and you’re genuinely worried about him too - so you finally relent and start to strip away the layers of your school uniform.

Asmo is visibly displeased when you ask him to dim the lights in a moment of self-consciousness. He reminds you that you have nothing to be ashamed of, but he does as you ask because he wants you to be comfortable.

While you undress, he gathers fluffy towels from a cabinet and sets them on the edge of the bathing pool. He grabs an empty basket and picks out bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. He even picks up a small bottle of fragrant oil and adds a couple drops to the water, satisfied when the steam from the warm water starts to diffuse the light floral scent. 

By the time you’re naked, he is standing in the tub, his underwear still on - you felt guilty that the silky material was probably being ruined by the water. He doesn’t seem to care about that or anything else except you. When you approach the pool hesitantly, a small smile graces his lips for the first time since the incident at school and he holds out his hand to you. When you place your hand in his, he keeps you steady while you step into the pool and wade through the water towards him. 

You want to sink below the surface of the water or shield your body from him with your hands, both desperate attempts to hide as much bare skin from him as you can. He senses your nervousness because he pulls you into a gentle hug that feels warm and soothing.

When you finally start to relax, he pulls away and reaches for the basket of toiletries floating nearby. You dunk your head into the water to wet your hair while he grabs the bottle of shampoo. He rubs his hands together and massages the suds onto your scalp. He hums quietly and your body sways gently in the water. Your eyes slip closed at the pleasant sensation of his fingertips working through your hair, rubbing at the back of your neck and melting away the tension between your shoulders. He does the same with the conditioner next; he seems to enjoy the sensation of your soft hair between his fingers while he pampers you.

You recognize the scent of the hair products and realize he’s using his own. His taste in cosmetics is luxurious and expensive, more than what you would ever dream to spend on yourself. You feel spoiled, like you’re someone precious. You’re distracted by how relaxed you feel, and you realize too late that he’s pouring body wash into his palm and sudsing it up between his hands.

He reaches for your left arm first, lacing your fingers together with one hand while he smooths the fragrant bubbles over your skin with the other. He does the same with your right arm, pausing before he accidentally touches the purple bruise forming where Thirteen’s trap struck you. He stares at the mark, barely brushing his fingers across it like he’s afraid of hurting you even more.

You squeeze his fingers to pull him out of the worried trance he’s fallen into. “It looks worse than it feels,” you say quietly. You try to reassure him but he doesn’t look like he believes you. He bends his head and brushes his lips over the mark before he continues with his task.

He washes your back, kneading the skin gently with his hands as he moves them across your body. He doesn’t stray below your waist, and he only washes the delicate column of your throat and shoulders before turning around to give you privacy. He gathers his basket and sets it on the edge of the pool while you quickly wash your chest.

You rinse the soapy layer off your skin by the time he turns around and pulls you into another hug. The water was a bit tepid now and it’s covered with a thin layer of film from the bath products he used.

“We should probably get out soon,” you murmur, resting against his bare chest. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says and he holds you a bit tighter. “No one is going to bother you tonight.”

You run your fingertips across the water’s surface. “But the water’s getting cool and it’s soapy.” It’s one of the reasons why you normally don’t like taking baths and prefer to shower.

But Asmo holds his hand above the water and starts whispering an incantation you don’t recognize. His hand glows and the water around you ripples gently before it settles. You nearly gasp at the odd sensation of the water instantly warming up again. The bubbly residue from his bath products is gone too.

“Well, that’s a neat trick,” you say with a quiet laugh. He watches your delighted reaction with a smile.

Asmo walks back towards the edge of the pool and pulls you with him. He hops back onto the marble step and scoots backwards. He spreads his legs and pats the space between them where he makes room for you. After a moment of deliberation, you follow him and settle against his chest. His thighs are bracketing your hips and one of his arms is crossed over your front.

He smooths your hair back and brushes it out of the way, hooking his chin over your shoulder with a sigh. He nuzzles your shoulder with his cheek. When you glance at him from the corner of your eye, you realize his eyes are closed.

“How do you feel?” you ask him in a near-whisper.

He turns his head towards you, humming in contemplation. You can feel his warm breath on your neck. “I should be asking you that,” he replies. He’s dodging your question.

You turn to face him properly - or as much as he allows with his arm still wrapped around you. “You were very upset with Solomon earlier,” you remind him. “You didn’t seem like yourself.”

Asmo’s eyes are open and they flash at the mention of the sorcerer’s name. “Did I frighten you?” 

You shake your head because it wasn’t fear you felt in that moment. “No, I wasn’t scared of you. I was worried.”

Asmo rests his forehead against your shoulder and sighs. “I don’t think you understand how hard it is when–“ he starts to say, then he makes a frustrated noise in his throat. "I don't like it when someone else hurts you.”

Asmo is protective of you the way all the other demon brothers are, so his answer doesn’t surprise you. But you’ve known for a while now that something between you has changed, like there’s some gap neither of you are able to cross. Most of the time he seems like himself - carefree, happy, excited by all the wonderful things in the world that he loves. When he’s not himself, his eyes are cold and his tone is sharp.

Sometimes you forget that Asmo’s capable of rage or violence as much as his brothers are, even though he tries not to show you that side of him. The anger in his eyes earlier when he faced off against Solomon in your defense was very real. You’re surprised he didn’t shift into his demon form; perhaps he would have if you hadn’t gotten him out of there in time.

“Does this have to do with what happened a few months ago?” you ask hesitantly.

His body freezes for a split second but it’s enough for you to notice. His arm tightens around you ever so slightly.

“We never did talk about that, did we?” he sighs. He sounds nervous, uncertain - you know he’s trying to avoid having this conversation with you, but you don’t know why. 

“No, but maybe we should. I wasn’t lying earlier when I said I’m worried about you - and not just today. You’ve been…” you gesture vaguely with your hand, “…different lately. After what happened.”

The water is still warm but it feels like you’ve both overstayed your welcome. Asmo relaxes his hold on you and leans over to grab a towel for himself. He stands and quickly dries himself off. The boxer briefs he wears leave little to the imagination when the water-soaked fabric sticks to his skin. Your cheeks burn when you turn away quickly to give him privacy, and you hear him chuckle under his breath.

He sets the towel over his shoulder and grabs a second one for you. He holds it open in front of him and you stand quickly, stepping out of the pool and letting him wrap you in the towel like a blanket.

He tips your face up with a finger under your chin and looks into your eyes. He leans closer and his eyes dart to your lips for the briefest moment. Before you can even ask what he’s doing, he shakes his head and gestures for you to follow him to his room.

You dry yourself off quickly while he steps into the privacy of his walk-in closet. Your RAD uniform is in a crumpled pile somewhere and you wait for him to return, wrapping the towel tighter around yourself so you don’t get cold.

Asmo steps out of his closet wearing a bathrobe that’s tied loosely at his waist. You catch brief glimpses of his bare thighs when he walks towards you; it’s obvious he’s not wearing anything underneath. He hands you a spare bathrobe to put on as well, and he collects the discarded towels and tosses them in the laundry hamper while you shrug the robe onto your shoulders. 

Asmo lays on his bed above the covers, sinking into the pile of ornamental pillows against his headboard. He raises his arm invitingly and you settle on the bed beside him, tucking yourself under his arm and letting your head rest against his shoulder. One of your hands is on his chest and he covers it with his own.

He peppers the top of your head with a few brief, barely-there kisses then sighs warily. He’s delayed this conversation long enough.  “What would you like to ask first?”

You think back to nearly three months ago when a loud slam woke you up in the middle of the night. A yell echoed down the hall from your room and it prompted you to get out of bed quietly and tiptoe outside. What if someone was hurt? you worried at the time. The sound of hushed, frantic voices led you to the front hallway. 

“Asmo?” you whisper, staring at the demon you barely recognized. Blood was splattered across his arms and face, his clothes stained and torn. He was speaking to Lucifer, but his eyes met yours for a moment before he looked away again. You took a hesitant step towards him, but Mammon appeared out of nowhere, blocking Asmo from view and gently pushing you back towards your room.

“You can talk to him tomorrow,” he said quietly, glancing at his brothers over his shoulder. “He wouldn’t want you to see him like this.”

“What happened that night when I saw you in the foyer?” you ask.

“Diavolo finally agreed with Lucifer’s recommendation that the demon bothering you should be expelled from RAD.” Asmo hides his smirk in your hair. “Lucifer decided his punishment deserved a personal touch, so he sent me on behalf of the student council to make sure he went back to the corner of hell he came from. He might’ve been a little worse for wear, but in one piece.” Mostly one piece, anyway.

“Why did Lucifer ask you to do it?” you wonder, looking at him curiously. A thought suddenly occurs to you, and you push up so you can look at him properly. “Does that have to do with the fight you two had?” You weren’t sure what happened, but in the days leading up to that night, Lucifer and Asmo barely seemed to get along; they ignored each other at mealtimes and exchanged icy glares when they were forced to speak about official school business.

Asmo smiles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course it does,” he says. “You tried to hide it from us, but I knew that demon was harassing you. I was worried about you but Lucifer insisted on following protocol. I found his lack of urgency frustrating.”

“I think we need to reconsider allowing the new student to study at RAD,” Asmo said from his seat in Lucifer’s office, his voice quiet and serious. 

Lucifer sighed warily. It wasn’t the first time Asmo spoke to him of his concerns regarding the new demon on campus but his accusations were vague and unsubstantiated. “I already told you that my hands are tied unless he does something actionable.” When Asmo opened his mouth to argue, Lucifer added quickly, “something actionable with proof.”

But something in Asmo’s tense expression made Lucifer hesitate. “What’s wrong?”

Asmo shook his head. “I don’t know how to explain it. That demon is dangerous.” He doesn’t say that he’s terrified something bad might happen, that he might not be there in time to save you if it does.

Lucifer leaned back and rubbed his tired eyes with the palms of his hands. “I believe you, but Diavolo needs some sort of evidence to justify expulsion if we want to to avoid any political repercussions. Your intuition simply isn't enough.”

Asmo stood from the chair with a frown and strode away. “If you don’t do something about him now, it could be too late.” He pulled the door open and glared at Lucifer over his shoulder. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he snarled before slamming the door closed behind him.

Asmo pulls you against him and rolls you both over. When you’re both laying on your sides, he wraps an arm around your waist. He smiles when you copy him. 

“I thought it was something I could handle on my own,” you finally admit outloud. “I hoped things would get better with time. I didn’t want to involve anyone else if I didn’t have to.”

But since you didn’t tell Asmo about anything that was going on, you still have to wonder, ”How did you know what was going on if I didn't tell anyone?”

Asmo cuddles a bit closer to you and his eyes slip closed when he tightens his hold on you. “Call it a hunch.”

Mammon tried to explain it to you during your early days as an exchange student. You were curious about Asmo’s fixation on beautiful things - including himself. “It’s not just about beauty or sex with him - it’s about passion. Anger, hatred - he can sense those feelings too but that sorta passion’s ugly to him. That's why he focuses on the feelings that make him feel good. That’s why when he sets his mind to something, he puts in everything he’s got, every time. It’s all or nothin’ with that guy. He doesn’t do half measures.”

It was fortunate that you were still at RAD the day things spiraled out of control. The demon that was bullying you had you cornered in an otherwise empty classroom. He pushed your shoulders against the stone wall and hissed with explicit details how he planned to decorate the room with your insides. Despite all your power and education, you froze in the face of real danger. You were naive to think that there weren’t demons left in the Devildom that would still want to harm you.

Whatever the demon was about to do next was interrupted when the classroom door opened suddenly. The passerby yelled for help and within moments the demon was pulled off you. You slumped to the ground, overwhelmed by the adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins. 

Afterwards, you would remember it was Asmo who picked you up and carried you to the infirmary, who sat at your side and held your hand while you were examined for injuries. It was Asmo who slept in your bed that night to help fend off bad dreams, who stayed home with you the next day while Diavolo and Lucifer finished their investigation.

You had all the pieces to explain what happened, the truth that you were too blind to see: it was Asmo that asked to carry out the demon's punishment because he threatened to kill you.

“What have you done?” Lucifer snapped angrily when he confronted Asmo in the front hallway. He expected his brother home hours ago.

“I did as you asked,” Asmo said in an eerily calm, detached voice. “He’s on his way back to the outer ring and we won’t have to see him ever again.” 

Lucifer grabbed Asmo’s arm when he tried to walk away. “When I gave you permission to do this, I stated very clearly the limitations of what you could and could not do. We all feel the way you do, but–”

“I warned you this would happen!” Asmo cried, aura burning as his rage flared. He quieted himself, remembering the late time and not wanting to wake the others, or you. “He’s still alive. If I ever see him again, he won’t be so lucky.”

You knew Asmo was a powerful demon - he was a demon prince of the Devildom, after all - but you never realized his potential for anger or violence could match the intensity of his love and admiration for the things he held most dear. It overwhelmed you to think that he considered you something worth protecting.

But the more you thought about it, the more you realized you underestimated the depth of his feelings for you. He tried to tell you so many times in so many ways that you were important to him. He brought his manicure kit to your room so he could do his nails while you did your homework. When you finished, he would reward you by doing your nails too. He invited you on spontaneous trips to Majolish or your favourite cafe, refusing your offers to pay for the gifts he bought for you. He was always trying to take your photo, or he’d pull you to his side for selfies together. When you asked him why none of the photos ended up on Devilgram like most of his other pictures, he just winked and said he wanted to keep those pictures for himself.

He teased you playfully if other demons tried to ask you out, and he even encouraged you to accept sometimes - not that you ever had interest in any of those other demons, and he knew it. That didn’t stop him from giving you his usual pep talk before all of the dances you were invited to attend at Diavolo’s castle or The Fall:

“If anyone tries anything with you that you don’t like, blast them with some of that magic of yours. Or better yet, summon me and I’ll take care of it. No matter where I am, I’ll come to you. I promise.”

The realization dawns upon you and you feel like you’re drowning, emotions choked by the truth you’ve always known about his feelings for you, and your feelings for him.

“How long have you felt this way about me?” you ask him, your whispered voice breaking. 

When he opens his eyes, they begin to glow as he gazes at you with so much love - it’s hard to breathe. His cheeks flush just the slightest bit pink when his lips slowly tick up in a small smile. “Oh, my precious darling, when have I not?”

You bury your head against his chest to hide the tears spilling down your cheeks. You’re sobbing and shaking your head, whispering apologies over and over again while your fingers clench the silky material of his robe.

“It’s alright,” Asmo says quietly, his hand rubbing your back in an effort to calm you. “I’m here. Everything is going to be fine from now on, I promise.”

You look at him through blurry, red-rimmed eyes when he pushes you back gently so he can see your face. “But y-you did all that for me and I didn’t know. Or I-I-I think I knew but I pretended I didn’t. Things have felt so off between us and it’s my fault. If I wasn’t so weak, maybe I could’ve—“

Asmo frowns slightly and puts a finger to your lips to quiet you. “Nothing that happened was your fault. I did what I needed to do to keep you safe. I’ll save you as many times as I have to.” He cradles the back of your head and leans forward to brush his lips against your brow.

“I love you,” he says when he lowers his head and kisses your cheek.

“And I’ll never let anything happen to you,” he whispers when his nose brushes against yours and he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth.

The kiss is soft enough that you can ignore it, giving you the chance to turn away, to pretend it didn’t happen. He’s giving you an out, you realize. But when you’re this close, all you can see is the faint glow of his clementine eyes.

The kiss you offer him in return is soft and sweet.

His eyes flutter closed as he moans quietly, and the way he tilts his head so he can slot his mouth against yours reminds you this isn’t a dream. 

“Please,” he murmurs repeatedly against your lips. The quiet, needy pleas are muffled but you understand him perfectly.

When you nod, he doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, groaning when his lips move against yours harder and with more urgency. When you part your lips, he licks into your mouth, moaning between swipes of his tongue like he’s devouring you, starved for everything you can give him. His hand slides down your body, squeezing your waist gently before he pulls you tighter against him like he’s trying to blur the lines where you end and he begins.

When you start to roll onto your back, Asmo follows without hesitation, sliding a knee between your thighs and pressing his chest against yours. His kisses become sloppy and the soft, wet sounds are punctuated by your breathy moans.

You’re able to touch him more easily in this position and you tentatively skim your hands along his arms and across his shoulders until your fingers find purchase in his hair. There’s a rumbling noise that vibrates in his chest, and when you tug on his hair with just a bit more force, he breaks the kiss with a groan that makes the dull throb between your legs ache with need.

His hands are everywhere when he drags his lips across your jaw and down your neck. He’s panting between fiery, open-mouthed kisses against your skin. When he latches into the junction between your neck and shoulder and sucks with just a hint of teeth, you gasp.

He hums when he pulls back slightly to admire the mark he’s left on your skin. He raises himself up on his hands so he can look at you properly. You take the opportunity to explore him too, hands sliding down his chest slowly until they settle at his waist. You feel him shudder at your touch. 

“I should be doing this properly,” he says suddenly. When you tilt your head in confusion, he explains, “getting dolled up for you, taking you out for a romantic dinner, seducing you afterwards.” He grins when you flush with embarrassment, but his smile falters after a moment when his gaze pierces yours. “You deserve that. I can give you that if you want. We don’t have to go any further tonight if you’re not ready.”

You cup his cheek. “Do you want to stop?” you ask curiously.

He turns his head so he can kiss the inside of your wrist. “Fuck, no,” he breathes, shaking his head. His hair falls over his eyes, totally unkempt. He’s beautiful like this.

Earlier it was hard to ignore the weight of his cock hardening against your hip, the stilted movements when he kept himself from grinding against you while you kissed. It makes you feel less self-conscious of your own desire, the way his pleased sounds made you feel hot with need. The insides of your thighs are damp with slick and you’re desperate for some kind of friction against your clit. You’ve been clenching around nothing, secretly wanting him to fill you but not having the courage to ask for more. 

“I want you too,” you whisper, staring into his eyes and it feels like you’re finally being honest, trying not to let fear ruin the promise of what his love can offer you. You’re emboldened by the way his eyes are smoldering when he looks at you, the way you’re both trembling with need and the way your voices shake with so much emotion. You don’t want him to have any doubts about how you feel about him or about how desperately you want him too.

He only hesitates a moment before he pushes himself to his knees. One of his knees is still wedged between your thighs, not quite close enough to give you the friction to grind yourself against him. He undoes the knot holding his robe closed and slides it off his shoulders. The sight of his naked chest leaves you breathless.

Your eyes roam across his smooth, unblemished skin. Your fingers grasp the blanket when you feel the itch to grab him and pull him back down. You’re close to begging for him to touch you, and something must flicker across your expression because his gaze darkens. The sweet, somewhat bashful tilt to his lips sharpens into something a little more hungry. 

He leans down, one hand clenching the sheets for balance while he slips his other arm between your bodies. You feel his fingers pull at the thin fabric of your robe and pry it apart and the sudden chill causes goosebumps to spread across your exposed skin. You resist the urge to cover your breasts when you feel your nipples harden. 

“You’re lovely,” he whispers, kissing your cheek softly. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, I can barely stand it.” You tilt your head back when his nose grazes along your jaw and he scrapes his teeth against the sensitive skin below your ear. He pulls your earlobe between his teeth and tugs, licking the skin in a mock apology when you gasp and arch your back against his chest.

“I bet you say that to all your dates,” you whimper. His desire is intoxicating but you can feel the self-doubts bubbling over, your inhibitions threatening to spill from your lips and ruin everything. Before you can say anything else, Asmo sighs his head and tilts your head so you’re forced to look him in the eye.

“None of that matters anymore, not when I finally have you,” he says quietly, like it’s some sort of oath. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He gives you a hard, quick kiss. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.”

He shuffles closer and his cock hangs heavy against you. The tip is dribbling precum and it feels warm and sticky on your thigh. His head tilts back with a moan and he slowly rubs against you, painting your skin with his desire and leaving no room for doubt that he wants you.

You can’t stop yourself from reaching for him and you pull him closer as you spread your legs invitingly. “Asmo, please–”

He growls quietly and in an instant his lips are around one of your nipples while his hand snakes back down between your bodies. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud, and he sucks it into his mouth at the same time his long fingers dip between your folds. Your hips jolt when he brushes against your clit, puffy and wet with your desire and it’s all for him.

Asmo moans around your nipple when he feels the wetness between your legs. He kisses across your breasts as he starts grinding against you a bit harder than before.

“You’re almost ready for me, aren’t you?” he asks, amazed by how utterly perfect you are, bare and needy under him. He licks his lips and you can see a hint of his fangs when he grins.

The way he looks at you makes you squirm underneath him. You move your hips and try to chase his fingers as he explores the soft skin of your folds. The delicious pressure of his fingertips rubbing against your clit is enough to make your thighs quake. You feel the beginnings of your release, but you whine when he suddenly moves his fingers away. Before you can ask him to touch you again, he slips a finger inside you and the sudden fullness makes you groan. 

He’s hypnotized by the way your body moves in tandem with his, arching your back and undulating your hips as he pumps his finger inside. He’s being slow and deliberate, studying your face for every reaction, and when he adds another finger he thrusts them both in deep. You take the intrusion so well, like your body was made to be his, and he knows you're close when your moans pitch higher and your hands scramble for purchase in the sheets.

“You feel so perfect around my fingers,” he murmurs, watching with half-lidded eyes as his fingers move faster in and out of you. He bites his lip when he feels you clench around him, and he’s nearly mad with the desire to have you finally wrapped around his cock. “You’re so responsive.” He strokes your clit with his thumb as his fingers stretch and tease your gummy walls, crooking his fingers inside you like he’s inviting you to sin.

The sensations drive you to the edge and you’re chasing your release, eyes closed and swallowing thickly after you choke on a moan that sounds suspiciously like his name. “I want you so badly,” you beg, and your voice sounds breathy and pathetic to your ears but you can feel the heat of his gaze on you when your body tightens around him. He keeps brushing over that spot inside that feels so good and you don’t want the feeling to stop, you want more. “I want you to come inside me, I want–” 

You cry out as the orgasm crashes through you out of nowhere, wave after unrelenting wave of pleasure setting your body ablaze as his greedy fingers coax every last breathy moan from your lips. He savors the way your body flutters around him, like you’re overwhelmed by the feeling of his fingers still pumping inside you but your pretty little hole’s too greedy to let him go.

Asmo finally pulls his hand away when you try to clench your thighs closed to stop him from teasing your oversensitive nerves. He sits back on his heels and waits patiently while you catch your breath. Your skin glistens lightly with sweat and he can’t stop staring at you.

When you finally open your eyes, he brings his slick-soaked fingers to his mouth, licking your essence from his fingertips before sucking them both into his mouth greedily. Once they’re clean, he releases them with a quiet pop.

“You taste delicious,” he coos appreciatively. He’s so tempted to dive between your legs, to lap up every last drop of slick that clings to your folds. He wants to breathe in your intoxicating scent until it’s seared into his memory forever, to plunder your hole with his tongue until you can’t possibly give him more. 

But as much as Asmo wants to make himself a new home between your legs buried tongue-deep inside you, or to pull you on top of him so you can grind against his face so he’s drenched in your slick, he knows that will have to wait until next time.

He’s been with hardly anyone else since what happened a few months ago. He was overwhelmed by the intensity of his feelings for you - the fear of losing you, the need to claim you properly - and it sent him into a tailspin. He tried to pretend there was nothing wrong and he went to his usual haunts, but he didn’t want any of those other demons: none of them were you. 

Now that he has you, he’s not sure anything can possibly be better than this: the way you looked swept away by pleasure; your loud, high-pitched sounds like music to his ears; and the way you fucked yourself on his fingers and begged for his cock inside you - it’s too much temptation for even the Avatar of Lust to bear. 

When the sensitivity has ebbed and you’ve caught your breath, you let your thighs fall open again and Asmo doesn’t hesitate to shuffle between them properly. His cock bumps against you and when he lowers himself to his forearms above you, he teases you with the glide of his cock along your folds. He rolls his hips slightly so that the tip of his cock grazes your clit and then he pushes even lower, letting the head of his cock tease at your hole. He adds just enough pressure at your entrance that promises more, and that has you moaning in anticipation and spreading your legs even wider for him.

You lift your thighs so they rest against his hips to keep him in place, to encourage him to come even closer, to fill you so you never feel empty again.

His head tips back and soft sighs fall from his lips when he finally pushes inside. Neither of you seem to care about the way your body squelches obscenely with the slow drag of his cock along your walls. It’s a smooth glide until he finally bottoms out and he moans, but he blinks his eyes open rapidly, surprised at the sudden wetness clinging to his eyelashes. One of your hands is clutched to his back, the sharp grip of your fingernails a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain.

You cup his face with your other hand and wipe away the rogue tears that roll down his cheek. “I love you so much,” you say in a quiet, shaky voice, because there’s nothing more perfect you can say in this moment, not when his body cages yours and you feel so utterly wanted. When his cock twitches eagerly inside you, you wonder why it took so long to do this together; it feels like you were both fighting inevitability.

He nuzzles against your hand and kisses your palm before he rolls his hips with a few shallow, exploratory strokes. You both moan, and your other hand leaves his cheek so you can grasp onto his shoulder to brace yourself.

Asmo bites his lip when he rocks into you again. “You feel—“ he breaks off with a groan, wincing when your walls squeeze around him. “You feel so fucking good, I don’t think I’m going to last.” 

Despite the pleasure gripping his senses, he feels the faintest ripple of embarrassment too. He’s worried about disappointing you after finally getting to have you after all this time. The longing for you festered so deep within him that even touching someone that wasn’t you didn’t really satisfy him anymore. He’s overcome by his desire for you even though he tried to ignore it, because he didn’t know if you wanted him, if you were ready for what he wanted to give you so badly—

But you breathe out his name and the unabashed lust in your eyes is unmistakable. You’re panting lightly, wetting your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue and he tracks the movement greedily. “I just want you,” you say when you tighten your legs around his waist, urging him even deeper. 

That’s all the invitation Asmo needs. He braces himself on his hands and starts to move inside you with slow, controlled thrusts. The heat of your walls wrapped around his cock and your soft, needy moans and whimpers overwhelm his senses, and it’s hard to maintain the gentle rocking of his hips against yours when he feels the tethers of his self-control start to snap.

He puts more power into his movements, answering your whimpered pleas for him to fuck you, to give it to you harder and faster. You’re not commanding him, but you don’t have to; he obeys willingly with the rough snap of his hips as he fucks you into his mattress. He growls approvingly when you toss your head back in submission and pleasure, whining and choking on the moans he drags out of you with every push and pull of his cock claiming you from the inside-out.

The bed frame creaks from the force of his thrusts and the headboard bangs against the wall, but Asmo doesn't care, not when it feels like you’re both teetering on the edge of an abyss and he’s so close to falling. He’s determined to drag you down with him.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers in a rough voice when he feels his orgasm approaching.  “I want you to come with me.” He doesn’t remember the last time he felt so desperate, but you reach between your bodies and start stroking your clit in time with his powerful thrusts. Your body clenches around him almost immediately and your back arches, and his cock is suddenly enveloped with even more slickness when you come for him a second time, his name falling from your lips in a broken cry.

He can’t possibly last after that and he doesn’t want to, and your pleasure rips the orgasm from him and he cries out when he spills inside you, marking you as his in a way no one else possibly can. His hips stutter as his thrusts become sloppy and shallow, and the desperate haze clears from his mind when satisfied exhaustion takes its place.

You both groan when his softening cock finally slips from your body. He collapses at your side to avoid crushing you with his weight, and he pulls you against him. You’re both hot and sticky and the air smells like musk from sweat and sex. Asmo knows there’s a wet spot drying on his sheets where your slick and his come pooled between your thighs.

He knows you’re both exhausted, but he hasn’t felt this content in weeks.

You nuzzle into his shoulder and sigh, trying and failing to stifle a yawn. You’re still trembling slightly, but you melt into his embrace and it makes his throat thicken with emotion. 

“I think we need another bath,” you murmur sleepily. Your lips tickle where they graze his skin and he smiles.

“Later,” he promises and he wraps his arms around you. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispers.

Stay with me forever, he thinks and doesn’t say out loud. But when you nod and cuddle even closer to him before sleep claims you, Asmo believes he didn’t have to.

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SEEKING WHOM HE MAY DEVOUR ★ KEIGO TAKAMI

warnings: smut (minors and ageless blogs will be blocked), dark content, sacriligious content, blasphemous storytelling, catholic church, virgin!reader, incubus!keigo, non/dubcon, breeding, naive!reader, cunninlingus, female reader, sompnophilia (to be safe), corruption. there will only be two parts to this.

word count: 11k

MERCY FALL UPON THEE

God created all things beautiful.

Though no one ever seems to mention that he also created Lucifer. Though he creates beautiful things, It’s a testament that not everything beautiful is good. If it’s not good, it’s evil. However, what if those that were deemed evil seeked refuge? Is there really permanent change after repentance?

A soft whisper of wind whistled through a crowd of falling petals, brushing past a sturdy black suit. It was Keigo and his thoughts; with each step he took, his skin burned as he reached the doors of the church. He took some time to eye the building. Pure white all around except for oak wood roofing. It was a quaint little church with little to offer, but if it had a single member to fill a pew, maybe it could help him. With a rosary clung tight in his fist, the sides of the crucifix piercing into his skin. He wasn’t doing this for mere forgiveness from an old man who got off on listening to the sins of his congregation. The man was doing this to see if his soul could be cleansed and freed from the shackles of sin.

He knew with every angel brought down to Earth to complete a mission, there’s a demon surfacing to the crust to experience a similar fate. It was the age old system of good and bad. Both are needed. One has to suffer for the greater good.

In all of his twenty three years of life, he never once stepped foot into a place of worship. His spirit compelled him to stay away in fear of what he may find inside. Forgiveness was for people who committed sins. If he was the one born from sin and remained in sin, he thought that there was no way that mercy would be granted to his tainted being. Though he stepped inside of the empty sanctuary with a chill running down his spine.

His eyes grew at the marble altar he stepped towards. Decorated in religious statues, intricate paintings and stained glass windows, he could feel the power of the atmosphere attempting to force him to his knees. With heavy feet, he dragged along down the aisle in hopes to get just a little bit closer to the front of the decorated church— closer to God. The feeling that began to wash over him made his stomach turn. It was a foreign feeling and Keigo was no good when change was upon him. The beat of his heart began to quake and lose rhythm. While he wanted to run away, Keigo realized he was too far into the building to make an escape. His breath shallowed out, forcing him to suck in air through his nose. He couldn’t let God see that he was crumbling. He had to ask for forgiveness, cowering away was not an option. Not when he could be free.

As he drew near the altar, he found a seat in the front row. The man dropped to the wooden bench, blond locks mopping over his forehead as his head hung low. The sharp, long breath he took once he found a seat was a granted charity. Of course it was. Quaking, full hands clasped together with gilded eyes shut tight as he leaned over. Keigo’s hot pink, heart shaped lips were pursed together tightly.

“Please– listen to me.” His plea was choked out.

An anxious foot tapped along the spruce wood flooring. Allowing himself to catch his breath, the man before God kept silent. Maybe God could hear his thoughts. Though, the more he tried to think of a proper prayer of liberation, the less he was able to actually come up with the words to say. It was frustrating to say the least. His nose and protruding upper lip pressed into the thumbs of his hands to force himself to come up with the words. He pulsed his hands into his face, trying to get himself out of the sudden slump. Keigo tried. He really did. In fact, he tried so hard to come up with anything that he didn’t even notice a second body entering the room.

He also failed to notice the hand that was reaching out towards him until it finally landed on his shoulder. Wheaty locks of honey and platinum flipped away from his face to expose piercing amber eyes that chased the culprit who laid a finger on him.

You.

He spotted you in powder blue. Your smile was as pure as the energy that radiated off of you. “Praying waiting for the priest? He’s usually gone by now.”

Such a gentle aura bounced off you. You were surely born in sin but there was nothing sinful about you. Little did you know, you were surely a lamb. Though you were no angel, he knew they blesssed you. He could feel the purity in your heart and felt Mary in your heart. You had the power to infiltrate his thoughts. He fantasized about you; he saw himself fall to his knees, with his cheek pressed to your womb, fingers digging into your hips all while asking the Father for forgiveness just by looking at you. His eyes flickered along each part of your face as he lulled himself back into reality. He knew begging wouldn’t get him closer to God. Keigo took a moment to drown in your gentle smile, a corruptive wave taking over him. “No… I just needed a place to pray.”

“You chose this place?”

“Yeah?” Should he not have? He thought it was insulting, thinking that you were questioning his judgement. He believed you thought he made the wrong decision about coming here. Making the wrong decision about trying to seek holiness.

“I’d say you were called to come here.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Sighing out a chuckle, he shoved his hands between his thighs to let them dangle over the edge of his seat, jutting his hips forward to sheepishly laze on the pew bench. Being wrong was better than right in that instance. His eyes fell from yours and dropped to the ground. His back ground into the wood of the bench, lolling his head into his chest. His smile faded fast, realizing the temptation right in front of him.

Watching him, you took pity on his weak position. He looked absolutely distressed. The bags under his eyes and wild look of his hair in contrast to such a cleanly get up made you admire his efforts. He was so beautiful. His features were sharp all across the board except the apples of his doughy cheeks. While you had him, you felt the need to make use of the time you had with this stranger. Immediately you noticed how less of an outcast you were in the church you were a member of. No small talk with the intent to leave you to your own devices. You saw that he didn’t even take the chance to be excused of your presence. Maybe it was selfish to believe that he stayed around for you. You were never much of a talker, but you believed connection didn’t need verbal communication. Relationships based off of this logic were one in a million for you. Maybe he was the one in a million. “Could I ask what you’re praying for?” Your stocky, modest heels shuffled you closer to the distressed man, taking a seat beside him.

It was sweet. If you were an ordinary whore he wouldn’t have thought twice about it and left you. However, when your knee brushed against his thigh, his eyes blew wide with a whole new sensation brewing in him. Keigo took only a few seconds before he answered, “I want forgiveness.” Tilting his head up, the golden locks that framed his face were swept away from his eyes. You could spot the glisten in his honey toned eyes, watching them drink your presence. “I want forgiveness— rebirth. I don’t think I can get it though.”

You took pity on his stance, “anyone is capable of forgiveness and a second chance to be close to God. He loves his children all the same.”

“What does he do to people who aren’t his children?” He quizzed. There was nothing you could say at that point. It was a question you wanted to know the answer to as well. “Feeling like you aren’t is insufferable I’ll tell you that.”

There was only silence out of you. He could pick up on the sweet perfume that lingered on your bosom as you leaned in closer.

“Would you like me to pray with you?” It was a simple question you posed him; placing a hand on his warm knee. “You’re worth much more than you believe and I don’t think I would be alright leaving here knowing you think otherwise.”

“You’re such a good girl,” you heard him whisper. His compliment sent shivers down your spine. His eyes flicker in your general direction, he wouldn’t dare look into your eyes as he asks for something so vulnerable. “Pray for me. Just this once,” he begged, “and then I will be able to pray for myself. Please.” It was such an odd request to hear himself come up with. His face twisted in frustration and uneasiness.

One thing about the good of the Earth: you never had to beg to experience it. Only after suffering will there come the light of mercy to wash your feet of the dirt from your treacherous travel to your present moment. No matter if it’s laid out for you on the Last Supper’s platter or you have dressed your eyes in mud to see clearly, there’s blessings at every turn. Hearing you say yes was the first taste of mercy Keigo ever received in a long time and he could have sworn he felt it on his tongue.

There was a chill that ran throughout his entire being as he felt your hands wrap around his. As if to startle you out of this gentle facade, he sat up, yanking your hands into his chest a little. “What if I don’t feel it?”

Your prayer was paused for a brief moment, lips twisted into a grin. “Be still and know. It’s not my favorite thing to hear, but it’s one of the most helpful things I heard. If your feelings are genuine, God will hear you.”

Relaxing, his hands loosened in yours, “alright.” His body turned to face you. Sharp eyes were hidden from view as he shut his eyes in hopes to find faith. You could feel your hands raise only after you shut your eyes, feeling the warm breath from his nose dance along your knuckles.

As you prayed for him, you whispered faintly. You prayed for him to find refuge; to build a better relationship with God and prayed for him to gain a pure heart. The discontent comment of lust didn’t slip past you, so you prayed for that too. One thing you would say? Is that you’re used to praying for yourself. Praying for someone else was a foreign concept, but if he was in need you knew you had to pray with the same passion as you did for yourself.

He tried to feel it. Keigo tried to feel the relief that he assumed most people under a religion felt. Nothing. He didn’t feel relieved. There was no sense of heavenly protection over him. Forgiveness felt so far away. It was frustrating to say the least. Especially for a life he didn’t ask for. While you prayed, he in turn thought about how unfair it was. What if he was an angel? Everyone had their missions and positions, but to be damned from the start was cruel. Not even a fair chance was sent his way. He had to seek beauty in a life that was carved in darkness and sin. If that’s the life he had to deal with? He’ll take from the prettiest of angels and drown in her fountain in an attempt to taste salvation.

And he was going to start with you.

A hushed amen left your lips as you decided to finish your heavenly plea for him. It shook you to your core to see him already staring at you. There was an edginess in his gaze that turned your stomach and filled it with butterflies.

“Thank you for praying for me…” his tone darkened, letting your hands go before flashing you a gentle smile. “You have such a beautiful soul. Don’t let anyone take the light out of it,” he advised.

Watching him stand to his feet made you blink in awe. He was beautiful in every sense of the word. His beauty wasn’t divine at all. He graced the allure of something wicked. His eyes were meant to enslave you and his smile provoked prurient thoughts. It lodged a lump in your throat filled with a feeling you didn’t try to acknowledge before. You were sure that anyone who caught a glimpse of him would want to run to a confessional and be forgiven of their sins. “I won’t.”

“I didn’t catch your name, angel.”

Muttering out a drawn out pronunciation, you noticed his genuine laugh. “I’m Keigo.”

Keigo.

“Hopefully I will see you again. Maybe in an actual service.”

“If you keep coming here, I’m sure we will see each other again.” Deep inside, you wished to see him more. You could try to break out of your typical introvertedness and actually sit in bible studies or Sunday services like you were leading on. You tried once before, but it was suffocating. For the time being you trusted only the confessional and the altar. Keigo’s presence was comforting. He lingered like a warm memory. One that you didn’t want to stop thinking about. Call it gluttony, but there’s nothing wrong with putting all of your eggs in one basket. It only served you wrong a few times.

The man above you nodded, grinning. “I will see you then. I hope you save me a seat. If I’m late?” He shrugged, tilting his head to the side. “Don’t crucify me.” Winking, he scooped his fingers under your palm, popping it up so he could grip it. Gently lifting it to just licked lips, he pressed a soft, damp kiss to your knuckles before making his way out of the church.

The sudden shift in his demeanor struck you in your core. There wasn’t manipulation in his aura— he still appeared drug through the gravel. However, he carried an apparent confidence he didn’t have before.

IN YOUR DREAMS

Sleep was an escape for you. It was a time to get the rest you needed while taking a break from the responsibilities of the real world. Though after the day you had earlier, Keigo left an impenetrable impression on your mind. The moment he left, his presence weighed heavy no matter where you went or what you did. Your ability to pray for yourself and loved ones was so impaired you simply chose to sit with God for a few moments before heading back home. Classes were over and there was nothing left to do than be left to your own devices. By the time you made it home, a good night's rest was calling your name.

Your dreams were never something to write home about. You weren’t one to usually have nightmares and your dreams were too elusive to even try to write down. Despite your dreams and nightmares, there was another kind of dream that kept your face flushed. Lewd dreams. They weren’t something you were ashamed of— they were normal. In fact, obscene dreams were so one-in-a-million for you, you didn’t even mind when you got them. It wasn’t as if you were an inherently obscene person. You had a small stash of sex toys but that was as far as you went. Those and sex dreams gave you more action than you’ve gotten any other time. It didn’t hurt to sit in any sex dream offered to you. The arousal in the morning was always rewarding.

You knew by the time you woke up, you would deny all premature feelings you adopted for the stranger you met earlier. Though as your mind went on autopilot, denial was thrown to the wolves.

You could see Keigo’s face vividly. It seemed as though he was more beautiful in your dream than he was in person. Though, the way you were draped against your bed littered in duvets and sheets, you wondered if this was a dream or a mere extension of your night. It all felt too real; the dent of Keigo’s hand pressing into the mattress as he hovers above you, his eyes flickering all over your face, the warmth of his body radiating against your skin as he flashes you a smirk. You even take notice of the tint of red in his golden eyes. They held a tangerine hue that made him appear otherworldly.

To him it was a part of what made him a natural born sinner– a demon of sorts. People were forced to believe they had off brand dreams when in reality he spent their night feeding off of their energy and soul. Women really. He’d get them into a paralyzed state and admire them before taking advantage of their bodies. All of this was for the sake of kepeing himself alive one more day. It wasn’t every night that he did this, but surely enough that would be concerning to an outsider. His only saving grace was that he didn’t even have to break into their homes to do it– technically. Keigo would go for easy women he met the day of or the day before. It was rare that he went for women he really liked. Mainly because why like anyone at all if your natural needs are being met? You on the other hand weren’t easy; you were clean and virginistic. It was one of the many attributes about you that he doted on. He simply wanted to peek into your world and use that night as a proper thank you for praying for him.

It’s not often that Keigo decides to infiltrate the dreams of women who help him. In fact, he doesn’t do it at all. Good girls should go to Heaven and not be ruined by the hands of demons such as himself. Though, if he were seeking forgiveness by God and silently held claim over you, you would have to make it to Heaven. Even if he didn’t. While he may be demonic, he still has some form of moral value to his life and others. Women were typically a means of pleasure, but if he caught the right one, she was a simple treasure he would spare. If you were someone who lacked morals, this would be a different story. You were not the woman he wanted to take advantage of. You were to be cherished and he understood that the moment he laid his eyes on you. It’s not to say that he feels bad about being in your space because he doesn’t. If the blonde had to put your consciousness in limbo to spend more time with you, that's exactly what he would have done. You lived in his mind since he left you earlier that day. While he wasn’t able to give a proper goodbye in person, maybe he could wish you well in your dreams.

He never would have thought that lambs were vixens. Watching you adoringly, he spotted you spread out on your sheets with the blankets kicked away from your figure. You laid peacefully, braless with a modest two toned cheeky pair of underwear and a tight cropped tee. If he knew that he was going to be blessed with you adorning a matching red and blue set, he would have visited you with a little more haste. He could recognize the Mary and Jesus influences in your color palette.

As you thought you were dreaming, you spot him above your figure. A shiver ran your body hot as the hand that was dug in the bed lifts to caress the side of your face. The velvety pad of his thumb grazes the apple of your cheek. There’s a quickening pace of your heartbeat as he leans his chest into yours and his nose brushes against yours. Something about his hands interacting with your body was eerily realistic. Suddenly, his hand rips from your cheek and wraps around the height of your neck. “You’re such a pretty girl,” he whispered. “If I could take you with me, I absolutely would.” It’s an ominous statement but he says it with his lips on yours. “Would you let me?” He grumbles, shifting his body while unintentionally rutting his hips into yours. “Would you let me take you with me?”

Keigo didn’t want to hear your answer. It’s not like you could have answered anyways. Instead, he kissed your lips carefully. You seemed like such a gentle virgin that a rough kiss would’ve sacrificed his lamb. “You know what I see when I see you?”

You had enough consciousness to shake your head no, earning a breathy laugh along the corner of your lips.

“I see God when I look at you,” he whispered, pulling away to gaze into your eyes. “He’s in your eyes.” He existed in a devious atmosphere though there was a tender look in his eyes. He wanted to preserve the innocence you waded in the best he could. “You’re the prayer I couldn’t get out.” He said it as if he cherished every part of your being. Your mind, body and soul were meant to stay virtuous. There was a soft coo in his tone, “God, I would hate to see the day she makes it to Heaven and I’m not there beside her.”

As you tried to reach your hand out to touch him, your body felt as if it were held down by stones. Your movement was limited. As much as you tried, you could only twitch a leg against his. It was almost torture not being able to indulge in this dream. Full fingers wrapped around your hand as they guided it up the side of his face. Soft moments like that never came with the position. He was able to touch you but you weren’t able to touch him– properly. With your hand against his skin, it felt as though your brain was trying to conceptualize the sensation of his face rather than knowing what he felt like…what skin felt like. The demon could see the itch you had to speak, but the question you burned to ask was a thought that he was still able to understand.

“What makes you think you think you wouldn’t make it to heaven?”

It was a simple question really. Your question filled his mind naturally but he was not intrigued or amused by it. You could see the disdain on his face.

Shaking his head, he stifled out a chuckle. He had no intention of being interrogated. Keigo was grateful towards you nonetheless. With unfathomably husky hands, the man was cautious while touching you. They trembled tracing the round of your breats, dragging them down your ribcage, lacing down your waist to sneak them uner your top.

And while he did all of this, you let him. You never really had control when it came to your dreams anyways. With a hitch in your breath, he shut his eyes and let his own exhale shake. “… how do you not let the world corrupt you?” leaning his face agaisnt yours once again, the beat of his heart pounded in his chest as his fingertips hiked to the band of your panties. Eager hands swept them down and off your body, tossing them to the ground before hovering his lips over yours. He wouldn’t allow himself another kiss. His time was limited. If Keigo kissed you then, he would never leave– and that had dire consequences.

This was corruptive; Keigo understood the implications of tainting you but he didn’t care. He made sure to keep his eyes on you. Attention was imperative and seeing the look of anticipation on your face made the demon's heart flutter. You were so beautiful to him. You were his salvation but he just wouldn’t say it. Familiar damp kisses trailed the back of your thighs as he hoisted them up. It was an offering. Shoving the tip of his nose in the dough of your flesh to take in your scent was a promise to cherish the angel under his control. The incubus bit your skin like a man starved.

It wasn’t enough.

A shock of electricity ran through you as you felt a gentle lap against your clit. Though it felt good, you couldn’t understand why out of all people this was the person you were envisioning doing this to you or why your body didn’t have the desire to tear him off or wake up. It was an unconscious kick that made the man devouring you stifle a laugh as he suckled at your cunt. A hand of his pulled at the meat of your thigh, pulling it back and allowing you to dig your heel into his back.

Fiery eyes lifted from your womb to spot the frustrated look on your face. Oh how he could see heaven in your eyes. It was easy to spot the angel's cry as your vision narrowed in on him. The only time you could the texture of his hands properly was when he wrapped greedy hands around your inner thighs. The mop of blonde on his hair draped over his forehead as he continued to peer at you. Keigo worked his jaw against you though as he did, he felt his body begin to burn. As you felt him pushing his face deeper into your cunt, you were eager to hold onto anything you could. Your hands quaked in hopes to grip anything but to no avail. It was all so captivating to Keigo.

Such an eager, good girl.

His hand rose off of your thigh and gripped one of yours. As he balanced himself on his knees, he pushed himself a bit deeper into you, quickening the pace of his tongue. His hair tickled your skin, feeling him ravenously feed on you. As he did this, he started to focus less on you physically and more so what you did for him mentally and emotionally. That wave of relief he tried chasing earlier that day finally crashed into him. Liberation bastardized his sinful thoughts when he was against you. He was so lost in his head, he didn’t realize you were trembling out an orgasm on his face. Hearing your whimpers forced him out of his mind, gripping your flesh tighter and lapping at you faster. A protective hand reached out for yours, groaning into the heat between your thighs.

With a shrill gasp, your body was forced awake and the dream was over. Your breath was hard to grasp. The false realism of your dream left you disoriented and terrified. Shooting up from the bed to sit up, you gripped the sheets, taking in as much wind as you could. If you were wise, you’d find a good thing in waking up. He initially wasn’t going to let you. Your eyes chased every article in the room. Nightstands, dressers, pictures of family, your bible and window sills were all victim to your investigation. In all honesty, you had no idea what you were looking for. Keigo’s presence lingered in your room in a way no dream ever had. As your body jumps from an aggressive alarm from your bedside table, you disregared the dream.

Nine in the morning. Time to start your day.

SO WE MEET AGAIN

There was silence as he allowed himself to marinate in the sanctuary once again. He didn’t try to pray.

“What makes you think you won’t make it to Heaven?”

Rewinding and playing the same question over and over again in his mind, made him grow frustrated. What once was him staring at the altar absentmindedly, turned into him staring at it with far more intention. He was livid. Livid at everything. His fingers rolled over one another, digging his nails into his cuticles anxiously. They snapped at the edges of his nail beds not minding if he bled. There was no particular reason for the minor mutilation, but simply out of habit. Glossy eyes threw daggers at the Jesus statue in front of him. The one that was front of the entire church for the whole congregation to see.

He wants to be good. He really does. He also has to survive.

Keigo wants to know why he couldn’t be offered a fair chance like others. The idea of being bound to a place of everything unholy made him want to curl inside of himself. He had too much pride for that however. As far as he was concerned and everyone who knew him, he wasn’t greedy or prideful. He wasn’t wrathful.

It wasn’t fair. The man was disadvantaged from the start. If God was his goal, he had to be pure in all forms but he knew he wasn’t. As he grew older, the realizations of his life soured him and the perception he had of the world he walked on. There were thoughts rolling around in his mind about how virtuous some people could be. How virtuous you were. You weren't soiled in the slightest; you were glorious—and clean. It honestly made him jealous. The touch of your hands was gentle. They quivered around his but kept a tight grip when you prayed for him. You were genuine, refusing to turn him away. A complete angel.

He meant it when he said that he would hate for you to make it to Heaven without him. Keigo didn’t mean to latch onto you like he did. However, it seemed as though this underdeveloped symbiotic relationship was mutual.

Dreams for you in the following days were non-existent. You slept in darkness until your alarm woke you up. It had been that way for about three days before you decided the best thing to do was to head to church. You didn’t know why you were thinking of a man this way without knowing anything other than his name. Typically, dreams like this didn’t bother you. You were able to move on from them like normal, but something didn’t feel right about this one. As your feet smothered petals into the cement with each step into the church, you nearly drew blood biting on your bottom lip. You never felt the need to confess a dream before. In your opinion, you felt a little silly going out of your way to confess a dream.

But it was dirty. It was a dirty, filthy dream that was too realistic for your liking. You swore you could feel his mouth all over you like it was a couple of days ago. You remember how you couldn’t move even if you tried but he could twist and turn your arms and legs with ease. It was sick. The dream made you question if you even wanted that from him.

As you made your way deeper into the church, you could spot a familiar mop of blonde that made your face red. Being confronted with his presence after what you dreamt about made your throat tighten. You could feel the nausea rolling up your stomach with each step you continued to take. Approaching the man who was alone yet again in the sanctuary, he picked up on the sound of your shoes. Turning to face you, he immediately looked down to hide his smile before wiping the edge of his mouth. “If I knew we’d keep meeting like this, I would have invited you out for coffee.”

It’s a simple joke that made you stifle a laugh, but he saw the look of unease won your face and it worried him. Your stomach turns to see him, forcing yourself to face him after such a hot dream.

That’s when he stands, clad in the same suit he wore a couple of days ago. If there’s one thing he can do when sitting in a church, it is the ability to at least dress nice out of respect. “Hey, are you alright?” As he saunters towards you, a pair of anxious hands attempt to reach out to you before falling back to his side. Maybe you wouldn’t take them.

“I’m fine. I just need the confessional.”

“The priest isn’t here today. I saw him leaving.”

That made you quirk a brow at the man. Taking in his features, you noticed the gold in his eyes and how they glistened in your direction. “You seen him?”

“He was on his way out as I was coming in. I must’ve been a new face to him since he stopped me and greeted me,” he admitted. “His daughter wasn’t feeling well so he took off to get her from school.”

Keigo could spot the defeated look on your face, seeing your eyes leave his. He felt terrible knowing that you wouldn't be able to get what you needed. He could see your chest rise and fall in an uncomfortable manner. You appeared to be one more bad thing away from a mental breakdown.

“You don’t need a preist to confess anything.” He tried, palming the back of your hand before wrapping his fingers around it. “Just God, hm?” the touch of his hand was so familiar by now. It brought you comfort.

“It’s just–”

“I can go with you. You can confess to me.” Keigo suggested, eyes sparkling with care. “There’ll be no priest and I will sit right besides you. If you can’t face God by yourself, I’ll be there.” He hoped his offer wasn’t too much but just enough to allow you to feel comfortable with him.

Committing to tell the new soul willing to commit himself to God that you had a lewd dream about him made you shiver in embarrassment. Though, in all of your years in church you never experienced this much affection. Even from people you have known your whole life. “It’s–”

“It’s fine. Whatever it is, I’m not gonna judge you.”

“Alright.”

Suddenly, the hand that held yours led you to the confessional. You didn’t actually think Keigo took the time out to find the confessional but it made you smile knowing he actually tried. The confessional was a simply decorated box that stuck out like a sore thumb on the side of the wall, a few steps away from the altar of the sanctuary.

He caressed your waist, guiding you into the booth. Closing the door behind him, he sat beside you. He didn’t think about the proximity between you much. He just wanted to make sure what you had to get out was said. Keigo was thankful to be in the same space as you as you chose to confess. It would give him a chance to not feel so bad about his own shortcomings. Looking down, he heard you sigh. “It’s a little embarrassing,” your sweet voice littered in his ears.

“If you wanna act like I’m not here, you can.”

“It’s about you. I don't think I can hide it.” That made him lift his eyes to spot your eyes already on him. “I haven’t been able to dream for the past couple of days after this weird dream I had.”

Keigo knew exactly what you were talking about. His brows raised as he waited for you to keep going.

“I never want to confess these kinds of dreams because sex is natrual.”

“...we had sex?” he at least had to sell that he didn’t get what you were getting at.

“No,” you simply stated. “I had a dream that you… pleased me.” hearing you sound so timid made his heart skip a beat. “You told me you saw God in my eyes. That I was the prayer you couldn’t get out and told God you’d hate it if I made it to Heaven without you. You kissed me too,” you explained with pent up nervousness. “I feel bad for having a dream like this because I know you’re trying to get your life together and you want to see Heaven and I–”

Keigo didn’t want you to blame yourself. A part of him actually felt guilty that he visited you that night if he was going to make you feel this way. He wanted to apologize, but instead he kept a gentle smile. “All the shit I’ve done in my life? A little dream isn’t going to run me away.” Twisting his body to face you fully, he cupped the side of your face. “Your willingness to help me is one of the reasons I want to keep going down this little path of self-righteousness… whatever that means. I think it’s cute.” As he held your face, he leaned in a bit. He tensed up feeling your hand drape his thigh.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you whispered.

"You didn’t do anything wrong,” as he flashed you a smile, he pulled your face in closer. You didn’tt tense up. Instead, you relaxed. He knew exactly how to make you trust him with his instinct. Keigo didn’t want to allow you the chance to pull your face away from him so he latched his thumb into your opposite cheek, holding your face tight. “You’re so pretty, there’s a special place up there for you. Whether I’m there or not.” Golden eyes adored your beauty. Keeping you a few inches from his face, he prepared himself to give affection. If he wasn’t mistaken, it was the first time he’d done so. As he did this, you could feel your pulse through every part of your body. You thought your body was throbbing. Once he got closer to you, his lips ghosted over yours, taking the chance to relish in the fact that he was going to steal a kiss in the confessional. Something about this felt sinful for the both of you; while that was his normal, it gave you a rush. He gracefully melted his voluminous lips into yours. There was a delayed reaction in your hands beorfe they wrapped around his wrist closest to your face, kissing him back. His kiss was possessive and caring. He held a gentle vigilance, willing to follow your lead if you chose to act further.

Though unbeknownst to him, he held a power of dominance. There was nothing for you to fight when you were being held with a pair of lips on yours. Especially from a man who proved to be a caretaker. You knew you were secure– barely knowing aside. Besides, there were other church girls who did worse than this on Saturdays. Pulling away to catch your breath, you smiled. “You know, you don’t always have to wear a suit to church when there’s no service.”

“It’s a courtesy!” he whispered with a grin, looking down to spot your knees touching. “To the man upstairs,” finishing his sentiment, he sarcastically lifted his eyes above and tilted his head in a playful manner.

“I’m assuming no one has ever told you that he wants you to come as you are.”

Snorting, he came to realize no one ever told him that. “Well, would you like to go somewhere with me so you can see me in something other than this?”

You nod happily.

THE SAND IN MY TOES

The sand piled on top of his toes with each step he took closer to the shore. Keigo had his hands shoved in the pockets of his shorts, letting the heat of the sun beam against his tanned body. When he asked you to go to the beach with him, he thought it was a shout out into the void. Though, like the sprite you were, you never turned down the chance to get some air. As the day went on, it consisted of him adoring you taking advantage of your surroundings. Watching you gallop over the sand or yanking him into the water to cool off from the sun were only a few of the things that he replayed in his head as the day went on.

In that moment, you were off to get something to drink for the both of you (agaisnt his persistence to pay). He kept silent as he waited for you, heaving. He shut out the sound of others enjoying their time on the beach the moment he felt the chill of the water wash over his feet. Staring out to the vast space of water in front of him, there was no thinking to be had. Keigo simply let himself be.

You both hung around the beach for hours; Keigo was growing tired of being in the heat. You on the other hand were just getting started.

“Sorry!” he heard you call out, rushing over with two abnormally large cups in your hands. He never noticed your figure outside of the white bathing suit you pranced in until that day. “Here. You seem like a peach person…”

“Apple, but thank you,” he joked, turning his head a bit. He didn’t even have to turn his body around before you were right beside him. Taking the cup from you, he flashed you a dry smile. “How much were these?”

“Ten eighty two.” you snickered watching him glare at you through his shades.

“Each?!” watching you avert your eyes off in another direction, he scoffed. “Hell no. I’m paying you back,” he demanded.

“No! I wanted to do this! I always wanted to buy something for someone outside of Christmas and birthdays!”

Keigo sent you a raised brow and a small simper, “you’re typically a giver?’

Snickering, you shake your head before taking a quick sip before kicking your feet in the damp sand. “No it’s just my circle isn’t big enough or considerable enough to get them anything outside of those days.”

“Except me,” Keigo assumed out loud to you.

You nod. Your feet brought you in front of him after shoving yor cup in the sand. You took his hand. You took notice of how Keigo’s face fell the longer he spent his day out in the sun. Part of you blamed yourself. Were you too draining? “You alright? You’re not slick like you usually are.”

“I’m comfortable.” he replied, letting you hold onto him. “How are your dreams going?” The man pulled you in, wrapping an arm around your soft waist. There was no way that he could have known that if he visited you that your dreams would be revoked. If he knew that was a possibility, he truly would have been lapping at the loins of women far less holier than you.

The question made you flush. Propping your elbows against his chest, you sighed out. It was uncomfortable to say that a prticular sex dream prevented you from dreaming of anything else. As you veered your vision off to the side, you stifled out a chuckle. You mentally praised Keigo for being patient with your dramatics, “I’m still not dreaming. I only really had like– one dream and that was after the day at the confessional with you. Nothing too bad. It was a normal dream to have for me. Nothing outside of that.”

Keigo’s eyes never left you while you spoke. Instead, he took the time to wrap his wrams around you tighter, unintentioanallt digging the frozen cup into your lower back and swaying you both side to side. He neverminded the claminess of your skin pressed together as he was only focused on you. He felt pity on you. Dreams were a sign of a good night’s sleep. If you weren’t having them there was no need for you to even sleep. “You know, I didn’t think you were capable of having dreams like that.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. “Why?”

“You’ve got this purity to you,” he stated simply. He didn’t know you well enough to make any sort of judgements, but that wasn’t going to stop him from making assumptions. “Even if you did have dreams like that, you never piqued me as the girl to go to church over them.”

His response made you smile. Being considered pure felt as if you were checking off a box on your personal, moral bucket list. “Sorry to disappoint you. I just don’t think I had a dream that actually made me feel that dirty before.”

Keigo could feel his heart drop at your feelings towards his little visit. “Dirty…”

“Not in a prude way, but in a ‘this is unfamiliar to me’ way. My family has always been big on holding out until marriage. It felt so real I thought I did something sinful even though all I did was sleep. Call it religious trauma. ” Clinging onto his waist, you bit the inside of your cheek after speaking.

You were a virgin. Fuck. sure he called you that, but he didn’t know you actually were. However, there was nothing he could do other than play along. “The family angel?”

The demon raised a brow at your scoff. “If that’s what you want to call me, sure.” shifting your eyes back to him, “they’re the reason I live by myself…and go to a church different than theirs. True bible thumpers; when you praise God, you have to do it their way. If you don’t, it’s not good enough or you're bound to hell. The bible is law.”

“Yikes.”

“They’re apostolic in the worst way possible,” rolling your eyes, you comfortably wrapped your arms around his neck before continuing to talk. “Once I moved out, I chose to find God my way. A way that I can wake up and not fear for my life with every little thing I do. It’s scary being on my own, but it’s better this way.”

Getting an insight on a christian’s woes kept him silent for a brief moment. While he was plagued with the fear of burning for all eternity, you feared even getting to that point. “My ma didn’t give a damn about that kind of stuff. She did the same shit I’m going to church for.” Snorting, he tilted his head down. It shouldn’t have been that funny to bring light to his trauma but he did it so easily. “I’m sorry.”

There was a slight chuckle that erupted from your chest as you watched how amused he was. “You still talk to her?”

“Nah,” Keigo sounded neutral about it. Shrugging his shoulders, he pressed a small kiss to her temple. “We stopped talking a long time ago, but I still take care of her when she needs anything.”

“Shame. I was hoping to meet her one day,” sending him a sweet smile, you received a grin in return.

“Whoa, one step at a time!” Keigo lightheartedly teased, though you felt bad for the disconnect he had with his mother. It actually made you want to ask about his father, but you chose to hold your tongue.

“Why’d you stop talking to her? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It’s not like I wanted to stop talking to her,” he started, lifting his shades from his face and into his hair. “She’s just in a really tough spot that I don’t think she can get herself out of. I don’t have the means to bring her with me so she has to survive just a little bit longer.”

“I don’t think I asked properly why you want forgiveness,” you chalk up the courage to get more insight on Keigo.

The man stared into your eyes, biting the inside of his cheek. He appreciated the subject change. “My behavior?” There was an unsure tone in his voice as he continued to speak, “the way I live is shameful. I always blamed it on my circumstances, but—“ he paused. Usually he was good with words, but at that moment, he couldn’t find the right ones. He fell silent, just tilting his head back to take a look at the sun.

“You’ll get what you’re looking for.”

Whatever he was looking for, he found already. You looked in his eyes with such care and held him with a warm touch. The more time he spent with you, he could have sworn wings were budding on his back. Leaning in to you, he felt the need to change the subject; there was only so much vulnerability he could muster up in a day. “You know, I don’t feel bad for kissing you in the confessional the other day.”

You were a little put off from the subject change, but as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You don’t?”

“Mm mm,” he grunted. “Your family got a thing against kissing?”

It was a funny joke to hear, but you shook your head. “If they do, I don’t care.” You took the opportunity to kiss him quickly but it wasn’t enough for Keigo. Pulling you in, he chased your lips once more before kissing you deeper. The lamb was a little rebel? How precious. “Keigo, I really want to thank you.”

Keigo stitched his brows together in confusion, holding you a bit tighter, worry etching in his features. When he heard sentences like that, they never ended well. ‘What? Why? What did I do?”

You thought it was comical, but he was not laughing. “Ever since I have been on my own– I’ve been on my own. Starting over means leaving old social circles behind and it’s been hard to start from the ground up. Call it luck or God putting you in my life, but I’m thankful I met you.”

Keigo knew how difficult it could be to open up and while he may not be the one to depend on vulnerability, he would hold yours in the palm of his hand and keep it close to his chest. “I’ll make sure you never feel alone again, alright?”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

I LOVE YOU

Somehow, someway, you and Keigo were able to make dates out of the time you spent together outside of the services you attended. Whether he took his angel out for a late night meal or watched the stars in the middle of nowhere, he was sure to cherish every moment he had with you. That night after bible study was different compared to all of them.

You lived alone. It was one of the things you were proud of the most. Your place, your rules. Keigo could see the bible thumper influences your parents left on you littered all over the place. When it came down to it, you preferred it this way. It can be you and your thoughts. It can be you and God. That night, he was able to see how you lived. Just from stepping in the place, there was a burning feeling in his soul. You clearly anointed your space.

Though as he spent more time with you in the house, he felt better about it. You were a confidant; there was that one little thing about you and your home, a place of solitude. As if no matter what he did there, he would be protected by the angels he never got the pleasure to know.

You liked having him there. The company he gave you was refreshing. Being able to hear his jokes and more importantly his laugh thrilled your entire being. It almost brought you to tears every time he had to go back home and live for himself. There was never a time you wanted him to leave. If you could wrap him up and keep him by your side forever, he already would have been draped in a bow. For that moment, you were fine with being on top of him.

Both of you recently ran from his car and up the sidewalk to your place to avoid the rain that night. You both were shocked the priest still offered bible study with the way the rain poured down. Like clockwork, you both showed your commitment and went. Bible class was typically boring but informative. It was what happened afterwards that was exciting.

Keigo would hold you tight on his lap, admiring you. He loved chatting you up about the service or about your day when he wasn’t there to share it with you. He liked holding you this way. If you weren’t in his arms, he wasn’t protecting you. There were plenty of nights where he stayed over, waking up in the morning with your head on his chest, makeup still on and a little runny, with a hand wrapped around his rosary. He planned on staying over again that night but it would be for a completely different reason.

Your virginity was something that you were supposed to hold sacred and dear in a little box until the right man came along to unwrap it. Keigo helped you come to the conclusion that you didn’t have to be bound in wedlock. Sex was a confession. A confession of commitment and desire. And if you were reading the situation correctly, your stockings and panties tossed on the floor was enough of a confession for you.

“Keigo,” you whined as you, wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your hips off of him as you felt the head of his cock tease and prod at your entrance.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed, eyes flickering between yours. “You want to be a good girl for me?” He quizzed, tilting his head to peck your lips.

You whimpered, nodding, “yes.”

“Hold onto me,” he whispered. Sure your arms were dressed on his shoulders but you weren’t holding onto him. The anticipation filled your body with anxiety. So much so, that you were mentally overstimulated and couldn’t think to act on anything he asked you. Hearing that it would hurt from peers and pals added to the stress. Though you wanted to do as he asked, your mind was all too occupied with fear to follow through with his instructions. “Hold onto me,” he spoke sternly, tearing you out of your thoughts, asking you to be present with him. Feeling your hands caress his jaw, he praised you with a simple “there’s my angel.”

The eye contact he held with you was a call out to your soul; he wanted all of you to trust in his instinct to protect every ounce of your being. “I’m scared.” The cotton in your touch, the rush of your blood overheating in your ears were just a few of the things he desired to preserve. Your chastity made his eyes darken. If you were going to be corrupted, he had to be the one to do it.

“Look at me,” his eyes chased your gaze with a slight demand for all of your attention. Keeping a firm grip on your face, he made sure you couldn’t tilt your head to witness the action beneath you. “I’d rather be struck dead than succeed in hurting you, do you hear me?” he harshly whispered along your lips. “I’ve got you.” as he said that, you could feel the world slow down. It was easy to get lost in his eyes, finding a compelling comfort in them. The hold he had on your face softened, same as his glare. His words were law. Keigo would bare his all just so you could get a simple grasp of what his love entails. He expected you to do the same. There wasn’t a hint of animosity with the bite of his tone. It was a stern few words, though it was imperative you understood that you were the stars and everything underneath them. If anything, the blonde only used those words to help you relax and recognize the admiration and care he had for you. “You trust me?” The question was laced in hurt. You had every right to be scared but the thought of you not having faith in him made his heart burn from the inside out. Tainting an angel would come with its own list of responsibilities, but he was willing to face them all shamelessly.

“Yes,” your face morphed into a look of fear meshed with insult; there was no way he assumed you didn’t. You’d give this man every inch of you if all he did was ask. The incubus pressed the pads of his thumb and middle finger into the plush of your cheeks. There was nothing to worry about when he vowed to keep you safe.

“Look at me, don’t look anywhere else,” he instructed tenderly.

He could still sense the wariness in your face. A look of worry lingered on your face while your eyes flickered between his. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“We don’t have to do this.” His eyes grew at the force of your head shaking within his hold. Allowing you the chance to say no immediately made you change your mind. You wanted it. You wanted to do it. You just didn’t know if you could. “I know it’s scary, but we’re gonna go slow, hm? How does that sound?”

“Okay,” you exhaled, eyes welling up. His darling girl.

“Don’t let me go,” he coached you, pressing the head of his cock into your cunt. Keigo could have sworn his pupils were dilating watching tears sting at your eyes and watching them twitch in attempts to keep your composure. “You’re doing so good,” he reiterated. Your hold on his jaw tightened, digging your nails under his jaw bone. The man didn’t flinch at the pain, only breathing in sharply as he filled you slowly but surely. The shake in your breath was replaced by a rough squeak, shoving your face into his shoulder, hands hanging off his shoulders. The pressure of being spread open was uncomfortable though it wasn’t nearly as painful as you were warned about. You were expecting a stinging stretch, or waited for him to prod at your cervix so you could beg him to stop. His hand soon slipped from his lap to wrap an arm around your waist once you sunk down enough to rest on the meat of his thighs.

Leaning his head back on the back of the loveseat, he stared up at the ceiling of your apartment, feeling fleeting kisses trickle along his shoulders and up the side of his neck. He couldn’t admit to himself that you were his first virgin. You weren’t tight like other doggish men raved about. He didn’t care about trivial things like grip when he simply could relish in the little piece of Heaven that had its hands holding onto his unholy body. You carried a fleshy, warm perfect fit. The hand that captured your jaw fell to your waist, running up the side of it. Keigo’s lips peeked open, sucking in shallow breaths. It was as close to salvation he’s felt in a long time. The gentle love you sent him made him shoot his head back up, running his fingers through your nape. You felt safe in his hold. Resting on his chest made you feel like you won the lottery. Keigo’s affection was comparable to gold; so timeless and wealthy. His vigilance over you made you shiver. You could’ve sworn your brain chemistry was being altered when he catered to you. Peeking your head from the groove of his neck, he flashed you a sweet grin before he leant in and stole a kiss from you. “Keigo,” you murmur, watching him perk his brows in anticipation. That was until his eyes softened. The silence from you was all he needed to know to understand what you were trying to get out.

“Oh,” he hushed out, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips. His brows stitched together. He was honored. While he didn’t know if you were ready to say something like that just yet to him, he would take that small piece of glory. Love was an unattainable item stashed away in a glass case secured with fatal lasers in his regard. In that moment, he didn’t think he kissed you enough, he didn’t hold you enough, call you enough. He didn’t pray with you enough. However, this milestone made him feel as though he had the rest of his days to cherish you and all of the moments he could get with you.

He marinated in the feeling of your confession, startled out of it when he felt your hips lift. Careful, shaking hands wrapped around his lower face all over again as you were finally ready to try to give yourself all of him. Quickly, his hands grabbed the underside of your thighs to guide you so there’s no reason for you to be uncomfortable. “Mm, not too fast.” Through narrowing eyes, he kept his gaze on you, adoring the vulgar yet content expression you held. “God,” he exhaled. “He took his time with you.” Not only did he agree with your sentiments, he reciprocated them. Oh, if you only knew how much he loved you.

You nod along with him, taking notice to his parted lips that were cracked into an already fucked out smirk as his hands prompted you to grind on him. “Yeah?”

He nods, kissing the corner of your mouth, “yeah.” he assured you, swiftly running kisses from underneath your jaw and up to your cheek. It didn’t take him long before he forced your lips to meet once again. “You’re mine?”

You were his… and there was nothing in this world that could take that title from you. “Yes,” it left your lips more like a question though he knew it was only because of how flustered you were. When your eyes met again, you could hear your heart racing in your ears. It carried a constant heavy thud in your body that you barely missed his cock twitching inside you. With a gasp, you sent a stunned smile his way, tightening around his cock uncontrollably. “Fuck,” you whispered.

You were just the cutest. Your reaction made him snicker, tiling his head to the side, “you liked that?”

“Yes,” your eyes lit with fire from the feeling.

��I didn’t mean it, but I can buy you something that does that same exact thing,” Keigo teased, earning a playful hit on his chest. He was enjoying that little joke until his mouth gaped open feeling you tighten on him intentionally.

“I don’t want it, I want you.” you quipped, leaning in to sweetly nip at his bottom lip.

“You got me, sweet girl.” he teased. Keigo shifted his hips forward slightly. His hands slipped to your hips, keeping you pressed firmly on his hips. “Here, grind on me. It actually pains me to see you working so hard.”

With your body leant back, your palms pressed against his knees. There was more comfort in this position as your head lolled back. Keigo was proud of the confidence you suddenly developed, letting you control the pace. In the heat of the moment, you had no clue if your eyes were deceiving you or Keigo’s eyes actually darkened in color. A slight tangerine color. You felt a cold flash run over your body but with the man rutting his hips into yours out of instinct, it was hard to focus on.

Keigo’s eyes shut tight, helping you keep the pace with your hips. However, he felt the shiver in your thighs. A familiar feeling brewed in the heat between your thighs. You had full intentions to cum and Keigo was not going to stop you. In fact, he lifted his hands to your ribcage to pull you into his chest. His eyes fluttered open so he could properly stuff his face into the groove of your neck. He littered you with kisses as he kept one arm wrapped around your waist, protectively. The other empty hand rolled the shoulder of your top down before he tore it apart down the middle with a button tossed to the ground. A bra strap fell to your arm as he freed one of your breasts. If he wasn’t able to convey how hungry he was for you with words, he would do it with his hands. The tip of his nose dragged along your soft flesh. Keigo breathed you in, kissing you from your shoulder all the way down to your nipple to take it between his teeth to run a tongue against it. His ferverish movements made you feel adored. Your hands wrapped around his neck, slipping your fingers into his hair.

Keigo gave you all of his attention, love and affection. He dressed your chest in kisses as he held you close. His breath increased, being forced to breath through his lips to gain air. The heat against your bosom made you caress his head near your heart. As he felt his orgasm buld up, he rushed to kiss your lips. “You gonna cum for me?” he quizzed on your lips. You couldn’t even give him a full nod as your hips jerked out an orgasm. Keigo continued to kiss your lips, worshipping your body with his hands. Your kisses were meek and passionless but he didn’t care. He knew you were pulling at straws for a whole breath. Tending for you was nice and all, but the more he felt his cock twitch inside of you, a hand of his selfishly begged your hips to keep their pace. Like a gentleman, he didn’t fill your womb until after you finished. He held you tight, fingertips digging into your ribcage.

As both of you were able to catch your breath, he fell back along the couch with you pressed to his chest. Keigo searched for things to say but his mind was a blank slate. The hand that was on your hips ran up your tummy, over your exposed breast and up to your face. He let himself linger in your presence, he really did love you. He tainted his pretty girl but he could have sworn that there was an angelic glow to you as you stared up at him with doting eyes. You were the one for him. His angel. As the pad of his thumb caressed the apple of your cheek, he didn’t try to suppress his chuckle. Yeah, you were the one.

“You love me?”

“Yeah,” Keigo nodded immediately, observing your fucked out body. He was almost brought to tears looking at you. “God, I would hate to see the day she makes it to Heaven and I’m not there beside her.”

#birdie #keigo x reader #mha keigo #keigo takami x reader #keigo smut #keigo angst #keigo x y/n #keigo takami drabble #keigo takami #keigo takami smut #bnha keigo #mha takami keigo #bnha hawks #hawks angst #mha hawks #my hero academia hawks #hawks x reader #hawks smut #incubus!keigo #seeking whom he may devour

[nezumeanie]

obey me c a s u a l t o u c h ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

no warnings | gn!mc | not proofread <_<

♢ in the hustle and bustle of the devildom on the weekends, you always find yourself pushing through crowds in the street markets to buy groceries for the week. after being bumped into for the umpteenth time, you decide to let your step fall behind lucifer’s, that way if you were to be separated you could still see his large head above the crowd and make your way back to him. sensing your presence move from beside him, lucifer stops walking turning to look at you. “make sure not to get lost” he puts a light hand on the small of your back to guide you in front of him as to not lose sight of you. occasionally, you’ll feel his hands on your shoulders moving you forward without letting you stray from him.

♢ you and mammon sit shoulder to shoulder staring at the black screen of his ddd. there wasn’t any reason to be nervous, but mammon was anxiously awaiting to hear from his agent if he had booked a new gig—an small role in a new d-drama. the acclamation was one thing, the money another, mammon hadn’t stopped talking abt it since his audition. finally his screen lit up: an email notification. he opened it slowly and yelled “we did it!!! we did it! oh man, you’re my good luck charm we gonna be so rich!!!!” he threw his arms around you and jumped in a circle, mammon’s happiness is your happiness as well.

♢ in front of the computer screen, one hand on the mouse other on the keyboard, levi kept giving you directions on where to go and what to do even though he said he would let you play the game yourself. “wait, wait if you turn around and walk through tht wall there’s a secret cave full of ss grade items! no, no turn around argh” he puts his hand on your shoulder and points in the opposite direction in which you were moving “literally it’s a wall covered in vines. i found it on accident my seventeenth time playing through it hahahah that was the round i completed the fastest…” his story is much harder to follow when his voice is this close to you, but you never want to miss his words.

♢ many food ingredients in the devildom remind you of things you can find back home in the human realm, so you decide to try and recreate a meal you already know. while stirring the pot, you feel someone approach you from behind “hmm? what is it that you’re making?” it’s satan it’s his head titled to the side. he had placed his hand on the counter trapping your waist between himself and the stove, his other hand placed on his hip in curiosity. his fingers tapped on the marble, his eyebrows furrowed and unfurrowed. you dipped the spoon in and brought it to his lips to taste.

♢ there were so many formal events held at diavolo’s castle you began wondering if it really was so imperative that you and everyone had to attend every single one. racing down the hallway, you hear asmo’s voice “oii your tag is sticking out. sigh, come here, come here!” you stop in your tracks, your hands shooting to the back of your formal attire. you can hear asmo chuckling. “let me see〜” one hand gracefully touches your side, the other you feel down your collar tucking your tag back into place. “this is perfect timing,” he says from behind you, “i need someone to help me zip my dress♪”

♢ without you asking, beel takes bottle from you hand and twists the lid off for you. “humans are so fragile” he mentions and hands it back to you, not tht you needed his help to open a bottle of raspberry juice. with that thought in mind, you managed to spilled some down your chin. are you a child? beel chuckles to himself, putting one hand on the top of your head, the other takes out a handkerchief and wipes it off for you. punctuating his handiwork with a head rub he adds “humans are so clumsy, too.” you drink your juice more carefully this time.

♢ a new cafe was opening downtown! the first hundred patrons would receive a mystery prize and a free parfait topping! while scrolling devilgram you saw the post and called belphie over to look. he places his head on your shoulder to look over your shoulder at your phone. “ah, im pretty sure that’s the same place i was talking to you about last week? when i said we should eat a strawberry parfait together” he lazily drapes his arm around your shoulder. though, you’re sure he did not ask you to eat desert together, maybe he had dreamt about it.

#sheesh i think this took a long time? #things written #obey me #obey me! shall we date? #obm #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obm lucifer #obm mammon #obm leviathan #obm satan #obm asmodeus #obm beelzebub #obm belphegor #obey me! x reader #obey me fanfic #im not sure how 2 tag haha

[may--hawk]

passive aggressive (ineffable remix)

XVIII. Passive Aggressive - Placebo

Every time I rise I see you falling

Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart?

Aziraphale’d been there when Crowley had Fallen. All the angels had. They’d all been called to witness the ranks of rebel angels, vanquished and manacled, backed up to the very edge of Heaven as their sentence was proclaimed: eternal damnation, torn from Love, no hope of forgiveness. They had been weeping. All of them, the angels and the fallen angels. Gabriel. Uriel. Michael. Aziraphale. Even proud Lucifer. Even Crowley.

Aziraphale had sought him out in the crowd: no longer so springy, so sure, but just as bright and beautiful as before. A cut across his cheek. Aziraphale just couldn’t understand how something so lovely, so clever, so clearly Her creation could stand against her. Aziraphale had wished the angel would look at him for the last time, had wished he won’t. It would have been the last time. He stopped just short of a prayer, because prayers by angels had a way of being heard.

Their sentence was proclaimed, and the angel who would later become Crowley raised his eyes one last time, mouth parting slightly, as if to speak. Aziraphale almost cries out, stepping forward. Aziraphale will never see this angel again; this angel, cast down, will never see the stars again -

And then the entire Heavens shook and shuddered as if crying out in despair, and the rebel angels were Falling, long streaks of light. Aziraphale turned away, unable to watch.

An eternity went by, or perhaps not. Time hadn’t been invented yet. Aziraphale thought of the angel often but tried not to. He was a demon now, the enemy. The angels still in Heaven were told all kinds of things about the demons trapped down in Hell, the prison created specially to hold them. They were told of the rebel angels’ evil, their depravity, their ceaseless machinations to pull Heaven down to their debased level. What hurt Aziraphale the most was hearing that they were monstrous now, half fallen angel, half beast, remade into things that crept and crawled and groveled, a rejection of Her image, Her grace. Aziraphale tried very hard not to think about it. He told himself there must have been something wrong with the other angel, or God would not have cast him out, surely.

And then Aziraphale was sent down to Earth, and the demon was there, in the Garden, and Aziraphale glanced at him once, twice, each time looking away, not wanting to see this beautiful creature’s degradation. Not the new form: Aziraphale found the snake lithe and graceful, the demon’s eyes a beautiful marbled yellow. No, Aziraphale was afraid to look into his eyes and see what he was told he would see: malice, disgust, evil. No trace of the angel that had been all that time ago amongst the stars.

But he found he couldn’t help but look, and look again, and again. For despite what the demon - Crawley, then Crowley - said - he was still himself, still the same angel Aziraphale had met among the stars. Aziraphale could see it with his many eyes. Throughout the years, he looked and looked all over, but every examination, every angle showed the same thing: the angel’s heart, still present, almost exactly the same. A little tarnished, perhaps, but largely unharmed. Merely encased, protected, but inside cracked open, raw and bleeding.

So he reminds Crowley, over and over again, even when Crowley doesn’t want to hear it: reminds Crowley of his past, of his goodness, still so present in him. He forgives Crowley as often as he can, bestowing his one blessing the only way he can, knowing Crowley is incapable of doing the same.

Perhaps Crowley did not see him there, in Heaven, watching, and doing nothing. Perhaps Crowley does not even remember him. Oh, but he remembers Crowley.

Every time he looks at Crowley, he thanks God, because what he has lost has been returned to him. He will not lose it again.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52878844/chapters/136955758

#good omens #good omens fic #my fic #ineffable husbands #aziraphale/crowley #aziracrow

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey Me! Older Brothers Antics:

Younger brothers version

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Welcome! To this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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There's definitely been a time where Levi has convinced Mammon to team up with him to "get back at Lucifer". Lucifer probably just said something that pissed the Okatu off like "watching anime all the time is a waste of time" or something along those lines. The simple statement is enough for Levi to claim war on Lucifer, so like Levi does he finds a teammate to team up with. He teams up with Mc in game that's why I say that. He obviously goes to Mammon because he can use Mammon's debt as leverage. "hey Mammon, help me defeat Lucifer and I'll forget about all the money you owe me" or something silly like that. The two come up with a brilliant really thought out plan, Levi isn't going into this like Mammon does, he needs a solid plan to try and take down the best! So Levi plans it out, for a really long time, takes a week or two if not longer to come up with the perfect plan. Levi tells Mammon the plan, the two get ready to execute the plan, going to Lucifer's room and setting the whole thing up....but it backfires! We all knew that was coming. Lucifer somehow knew of the two's plans, he catches them right as they're about to leave his room. Lucifer puts a stop to it, and strings the two upside down together as a punishment. The two proceed to get into an argument of whose fault it is that the plan didn't work. Mammon thinks it's Levi's fault because it was Levi's plan, Levi thinks it's Mammon's fault because Mammon was "slow". The argument escalates ..and leads to the two fist fighting while strung upside down! Levi totally pulls a petty move and summons Lotan....all hell breaks loose, Lucifer loses his marbles, HoL is a mess thanks to Lotan..and the two wind up in more trouble than they were already in.

If you read the younger brothers version it's longer and I feel bad, so here's extra:

Lucifer is chilling in his study doing some work, he could hear Levi and Mammon arguing while strung upside down together as a punishment. He assumed everything was fine and that they'd just argue when the door suddenly bursts open, water comes rushing in getting everything wet. As the water drains and goes wherever the hell it goes he stands there just blinking for a second before what just happened really dawns on him. His expression sours and he almost has a breakdown. All his finished work is completely ruined. He'll have to do it all over again, so many sleepless nights just to have to redo what was already done. Lucifer sighs, walking out of his study, his shoes sloshing as he walks due to the fact that he's drenched head to toe in water. He follows the sounds of an argument happening, the sounds lead him to the room he has Mammon and Levi strung upside down in. He opens the door to the room and...sees Mammon and Levi still strung upside down, they're completely drenched in water the room they're in is in the same condition. Levi watches as the two argue and appear to be fist fighting even in the current situation. Strung upside down, drenched in water, about to be murdered, not the usual time to be fist fighting with the person who's also in trouble. Lucifer sighs deeply, stepping into the drenched room and drawing his brothers's attention by clearing his throat. Mammon and Levi look to see who it is at the same time, both freaking out at the same time as well. Mammon yells and clutches onto Levi in fear. Levi freezes up, looking even paler than usual, then he starts muttering about how he's a lousy Okatu and he deserved whatever torture Lucifer has planned for him. Levi gives his sob story and a little bit of tears and it works, Lucifer doesn't punish him as much as he had planned to. Mammon gets the usual treatment, Lucifer has a soft spot for him and will only give Mammon what he knows Mammon can handle. Now this is longer than the other drabble TvT.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! More content is coming soon so Stay Tuned! Stay Safe! & Stay Groovy Scooby! ♡

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#obey me thoughts #obey me drabble #obey me imagines #obey me older brothers #om older brothers

[gumsnail682]

I seriously don't remember writing this? How long has this been sitting in my drafts?

This made me sad why did I write this?

(Unedited, I was just looking through my drafts when I found this lol.)

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Ok I dont know why but the marble game from Squid Game popped into my head earlier and I was like "What if the Obey me Charecters were forced to play that against eachother and who would end up sacrificing themself?" So heres how I think it would go.

Lucifer and Satan, I wholeheartedly believe that Lucifer would lose on purpose but he'd do it in such a way that it looked like he was trying. Satan would know though, he'd know but he'd deny it, "Lucifer would never lose on purpose."

Mammon and Leviathan, I think Mammon would throw the game just like that one girl did (I cant remember her name, the one who just dropped the marble and didn't try at all.) Mammon would talk big about not losing but when it came down to it he couldn't bring himself to possibly get Levi killed. "Mammon what the hell was that!? Try again, DONT GIVE ME THAT LOOK YOU IDIOT! TRY AGAIN!"

Asmodeus and Solomon(Hes not immortal in this scenario), I feel they'd both try and sacrifice themselves but on the end Solomon would talk Asmo into being the victor, "How could the world possibly go on if you weren't in it?"

Beelzebub and Belphegor, Beelzebub no doubt about that. Beel would slip his marbles into Belphies pocket and when Belphie found out he would beg and cry for Beel to take them back but it would be far to late "NO! I cant lose you to! Beel please take them back, I cant- I CANT lose you too!"

Barbatos and Diavalo, Barbatos is Diavolos loyal servent who would follow any command the prince gave him. That being said Barbatos would question everything when Diavolo orders him to win the match.

#Should I write something with this premise? #Obey me #squid game #marble game #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[lou-struck]

House Rules

Mammon x reader

Prompt: 🚫👖+ Casino

~ Mammon takes you on a date to an underground casino and loses more than he bargained for.

Warnings: Loss of clothing, gambling, extortion

~This is one of the requested prompts for My Emoticon Expression’s Event; check out the masterlist on my homepage.

"Mammon, are you sure we should be here?" you ask, following the Avatar of Greed down a dimly lit alley in the Devildom's Red Light District. You tighten your grip on his hand. "It doesn't look like there is a Casino around here."

The shadows from the brick building are unable to hide the gleam from his large orange-tinted sunglasses. "Course there is Mc. Has the great Mammon ever steered ya wrong?" he says, leading you farther along the path. You have to step over a few rain-filled potholes to keep up with his excited strides.

The answer is, of course, he has, but there is no need to bring up all those instances right now. The damp and unclean atmosphere sends chills down your spine. If you listen closely, you can hear the faint scurrying of what can only be Rats.

"I'm not so sure about this," you say hesitantly, jumping at the noise. "How about we just head back to the House and call it a night."

"Hey, don't worry. We're safe," he says softly, scooping you up into his arms. "I'd never let anythin happen to my human."

Grabbing his shoulders for support, you let him carry you down the alleyway. "just wait. this place is supposed to be amazin Mc. I heard about it from one of the Bookies at the Shadow races. It's a secret though, so don't go tellin' Lucifer or anyone else got it?"

"Interesting, So where is it?" you hum, looking around for anything that looks like an entrance, not promising anything to the Demon, who is currently distracted by your praise.

"It's around here somewhere," he murmurs, setting you down and running his hands along a stone wall, patting the brick, looking for some hidden button or switch. His face is so close to the wall you wonder if he is squinting under his shades. "Ya see anything, MC?"

Turning your head to the side of the wall, you see a dark metal door handle. Curiously you reach out and give it a little twist. It creaks open to reveal a slick and shiny black marble floor. "Found it." you chirp glancing over at the embarrassed-looking Demon. "Maybe if you weren't wearing those glasses in the dark, you would've seen it."

"Shuddup," he says, placing his hand on the small of your back, leading you inside the building." I was just makin sure this wall was safe."

"Sure you were," you tease me, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, taking his arm, and wandering deeper down the hallway. A thin layer of fog coats the ground mixing with the black lights from the ceiling.

For a moment, you almost feel as if you are inside some seedy club from the human world until you reach the entrance to what can only be the underground casino.

A long velvet rope separates your hallway from the card tables, "Is that it?" you ask, standing on your tiptoes to see farther into the room only to have your view blocked by an approaching figure.

Their massive eight-foot-tall form strides through the smoke menacingly, the black light reflecting on their skin, making it look more like stone than flesh. You feel your knees shaking when you glimpse at his frighteningly strong arms.

You want to turn back, but Maman Mammon is quick to comfort you shooting you an all-too-confident smile. "Hey, I got this. Just follow my lead." He whispers, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and trying to walk through the door casually.

The demonic bouncer doesn't take too kindly to this. Sticking his arm out and pushing Mammon back by the chest, he stumbles back, pulling with you and nearly toppling you over. "I'm going to need a cover charge."

"Jeez," Mammon pants, "Mc, he didn't hit ya did he?"

"Nope, just you," you reply, gently smoothing out the crease in Mammon's jacket. "Are you hurt?"

"Nah, he just looks tough, that's all," Mammon whispers into your ear. You stifle a giggle and look up at the clearly unamused bouncer, who only holds out his hand expectantly. "R-right, the charge." Mammon digs around in his pocket for some Grimm to pay for the both of you.

"Only you, Avatar of Greed." The bouncer says as the first coin is dropped in its speckled hand. "No charge for the human."

"Look at that, MC, yer already bringin me luck," Mammon says, nodding to the bouncer and leading you into the casino and past the bouncer, who gives you a friendly smile, which you return quickly.

The floor is speckled with the reflections of the enormous black diamond chandelier that hangs in the center of the casino. Its grandiose elegance takes your breath away. "I've never seen anything like this before." you gasp staring at the fixture with wide eyes.

"It's cool, right?" Mammon says, reaching up and running his fingers across the bottom of the fixture. "I told ya it would all work out, didn't I?" he looks at you eagerly, not even bothering to hide his desire to receive your praise.

Letting out a little huff, you turn to face him, taking in every beautiful inch of his inhuman features. "You did good, Mammon." you grin, letting the joy in your chest bubble up to the surface. Gently you raise your arms and push his oversized glasses up off of his eyes and onto his white hair.

"W-what are you doin?" he stammers, adverting his beautiful blue gaze from your face to the floor bashfully.

"Jus wanted to see your whole face," you say, leaning in and capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

He lets out a bit of nervous laughter before kissing you back greedily. "I feel like I can win big with you at my side," he mumbles against your lips. "Wanna be my lucky charm?"

"Anytime," you breathe staring up at your Demon. He may be an impulsive gambler, but you love this sweet idiot more than life itself.

He intertwines his fingers in yours as you walk past groups of well-dressed Demons and Witches playing shots and shootin craps. "These don't feel good," Mammon says, looking at the Machines. "I wanna play somethin else."

You cock your head to the side, "Like what?"

A low hissing sound catches your attention. "~Hey Handssssome. Care to play a hand?" a serpentine-looking dealer asks, their scaled skin glows golden underneath the blacklight, and she gives you two a fanged grin. Their long tail gestured to the empty seat at their poker table.

Mammon shrugs and sits down at the table, "Just a few, I guess." he takes some Grimm from his wallet and slides it over to the Dealer, who trades it in for a large pile of chips.

She turns her gaze over to you, "Take a ssssseat." She offers, pulling out another chair for you to join Mammon at the table.

"Oh, I'm just watching," you object, waving your hands

"It'ssssss fine. Jussssst watch." she smiles, flicking her forked tongue and directing her attention to dealing cards to Mammon and the other demons who have joined you at the table.

Devil Poker looks a bit different from poker in the human world, but you are able to tell that Mammon lost the first few hands, only having a few of his chips left.

"Mammon, maybe we should call it for a little bit. It's better to leave a little bit of money than lose it all, right?" You whisper.

"It's all right; I know what's going on." He says, clenching his fist determinedly. "I'll win for sure this time." When he gets lost in the moment, you know that there is no changing his mind as he slides the rest of his chips into the middle. "M' goin all in."

You shake your head and cover your eyes with your hands, so you don't have to see him lose this hand. But instead of hearing murmurs of shock leave his lips, you hear his breath hitch.

"I-i won," Mammon breathes,

You open your eyes and glance down at his hand, a Royal flush all in the Red heart suit.

He taps your shoulder quickly, trying to contain his excitement. "Mc, I won."

"You did," you say, feeling amazed by his stroke of luck.

The Dealer slams her hand on the table, "Ssssssorry, I have a 7-2 Offsuit, which means I win the hand."

Mammon's jaw drops to the floor as he processes their hand. "Oi, that's the worst hand in poker. What are you playin' at?"

"House rulesssss," the Demon frowns, raising her voice.

You're shocked, rendered speechless by the shift in the Demon's disposition.

Of course this would happen to Mammon the first time he has ever won his hand on an All In.

"This place is a Scam," Mammon yells, springing from his seat. "What kind of establishment are ya runnin ere?"

"Double the payment for the outburst." The Dealer hisses, glaring over at Mammon with a vertical gaze. "Pay up and go."

"That's ridiculous, come on, Mc, We're leavin'." he takes your hand and turns right into the strong chest of the bouncer. He glares down at Mammon darkly as a violet aura surrounds his form.

"Are we going to have a problem here?" he growls, clenching his hands into fists the size of bowling balls.

To his credit, Mammon bravely pushes you behind him and puffs out his chest. "No, we're just leavin'."

"Without payment," the Dealer hisses slithering around the table and next to the bouncer.

"You already got his chips," you say boldly, poking your head out from behind Mammon. "Let's leave it at that, and we can all go our separate ways."

They cross their scaled arms, "He needs to pay more."

"Ha, jokes on you; you took all my money." Mammon laughs, showing everyone his empty wallet. You have never been so thankful Lucifer confiscated his credit card; he is shaking like a leaf but is putting on a brave face just for you.

The Dealer looks him up and down before smiling sinisterly at the buff bouncer. “Hissss pantss are nice. Take them."

The bouncer grunts, grabbing Mammon by his arm and pulls him towards him roughly. He turns his gaze over to you and jerks it towards the door threateningly. "Out, Human."

"Got it," you say, holding up your hands innocently and following the two down the hall.

He tosses Mammon onto the obsidian floor, and he slides against the wall; he looks beyond the bouncer and at you with a look of fear in his eyes. "Do whatever you want with me, but leave MC out of this."

The bouncer lets out a hearty chuckle looking between you and Mammon with a look of amusement. "The human didn't piss off the dealer; you did, so take off your pants and get out of here."

Mammon sighs in relief as you step past the bouncer and to his side. "Yer okay, right?" he asks, looking you over. "M' sorry, things got crazy."

"I'm used to it," you giggle as the bouncer sends you another friendly smile. "But I think you have to give them your pants.

He lets out an annoyed huff "yeah yeah, turn away." he says, fiddling with his zipper. Your advert your gaze for his sake as he slides his jeans down to the floor and hands them to the bouncer.

Glancing over, you see Mammon crossing his arms, trying to look as intimidating as he can for someone standing in a casino in his heart-shaped boxers. "Anything else?" he mumbles

The bouncer reaches out and pinches the fabric on Mammon's tan leather jacket. "That's a nice jacket you got there.

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The two of you walk back through the dreary alleyway just as the rain picks up again, bouncing off of Mammon's practically bare form. "This sucks," he grumbles with a pink blush on his cheeks. "Ya better not tell anyone about this, Mc."

"I just can't believe you lost your pants in a game of poker." you snort, latching onto his arm and giving him a peck on the cheek.

"It was rigged," he sighs, trying not to look too happy from your kiss, "The Great Mammon would've won fair and square at another casino."

"It could be worse, Mammon." You say brightly, glancing back at the bouncer who is admiring his reflection in a large puddle wearing a very familiar-looking ill-fitting leather jacket, "At least you got to keep your sunglasses."

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #Mammon fluff #obey me fluff #the great mammon #shall we date mammon #Emoji Event!

[ireallylovepupplies101stuff]

Spiderdemon AU Characters

I figured it would be easier if I made a list of all the character roles for Spiderdemon with the Inky Mystery characters. Might be the best way to avoid making things confusing, and in case people have questions then this can hopefully help.

I'm mostly sticking with spiderman characters, because if I included ALL marvel characters I might lose my marbles. (though Felix would be a cool Iron Man.)

Now then, lets get started.

-First of all, The Devil is the Green Goblin. He'd just be called The Devil when out terrorizing people in his villain suit, while he's known as Lucifer, a rich business owner and a powerful figure in Toon Town.

-Dice is Kingpin. Handling the shady business so his boss can keep a good public image.

-Cuphead and Mugman both share the role similar to the Prowler. Though Cuphead goes by Red Diamond and Mugman Blue Spade. Both of them dress as how they dress in Inky Mystery when out working, but they both wear hoods to cover their heads, and smiling masks that look like their cartoon version faces. Adding a creepy twist when they're out on the job.

Both of them use guns. mostly special guns that fire unique and different bullets.

Cuphead, though, has a unique trick.

He has a mechanical arm. He keeps the fact hidden, and wears a special cover over said arm so people don't notice his arm isn't flesh when he's out as a civilian. When out on the field, it doubles as a backup gun.

Though when he got the arm, he wasn't told about a certain SURPRISE that was in the damn thing. Cuphead didn't exactly like said surprise for many reasons in the beginning.

While both Cupbros share the role of Prowler, only Cuphead has this role.

He's also Venom.

It was NOT pretty in the beginning. Cuphead was scared out of his mind when Venom first bonded with his body.

It was a rough time adjusting to it, but by the time Bendy becomes more serious with the hero thing, Cuphead and Venom would have great team work together and be damn good at the jobs they have to do.

Doesn't mean they always get along.

Venom: LET ME EAT HIM.

Cuphead: No. Get over it.

Venom: HE ATE THE LAST OF THE TATER TOTS! LET ME EAT HIM!

Cuphead: I'm not letting you eat my brother over cussing potatoes you big baby!

Mugman overheard that and promised to buy more later to calm Venom down. (Venom wouldn't actually eat Mugman, he just won't admit he's emotionally attached.)

-Holly would have the role of Mary Jane. Curious about Spiderdemon while being friends with Bendy during highschool and probably has a blog reporting all the good things Spiderdemon does. Since she's a couple years older though, before she goes to college, she tells Bendy he better not get himself killed until he can answer all her questions about his powers.

Bendy groaned over how he got busted and he thought he was doing a good job hiding his identity from his friend.

After being busted by her, Holly helps out with whatever she can so Bendy can be more prepared to save the day. Like doing research on criminal organizations or people running from the law, so Bendy can have a better idea on what to expect.

-Oddswell would be The Lizard in this AU. Bendy as Spiderdemon went to him in the beginning for medical help when he'd get hurt in battles, but then things happened that made Oddswell turn into a mutant gecko monster.

He was also Bendy's primary doctor when he was sick and dying in the hospital before getting spider powers. He thought it was suspicious that Bendy healed so fast when his chances were extremely slim. He did tests on Bendy and found some, interesting, things. He suspected Wilson had something to do with it with how quickly he left the hospital after his last visit.

But considering how Wilson was a good friend of his, Oddswell kept quiet, and kept those test results on Bendy secret for his safety knowing if word got out, Bendy would get a lot of unpleasant attention.

-Alice would be Doc Oc, but instead of extra robotic tentacles,  they'd be large robotic and deadly angel wings. She'd be known as Dr. Angel.

She ended up working for the same people that made the spider Wilson stole. Hoping to help people find a way to improve medical aid. Volunteering to do whatever it took to benefit mankind.

She doesn't realize until too late that she's being used by people who will do more harm than good. Not until robotic angel wings are fused to her body that can't be taken off.

It makes her resent Spiderdemon in the beginning. How this happened to her because he got his powers from the spider that was stolen, and now the people she works for will go to any length to get him.

- Oswald is a retired version of Black Cat, but used to go by Lucky Rabbit.

He got mixed up in a life of crime when he was going through things at a younger age, stealing to sell for profit. But then when he realized that wasn't what he wanted to do with his life, he put that all behind him, married Ortensia, and started a family with her before she passed.

Lucky Rabbit has a bit of a history with Felix. Since in this AU Felix still finds old relics that can be worth a fortune, when he was young and was starting his career, Lucky Rabbit stole an artifact Felix was hoping would help people.

At that point Oswald would be a bit smug over his skills, returning to the scene of the crime as a civilian and blend in with the spectators. who are there watching reporters covering what happened as police study the crime scene, looking baffled over how there's barely any clues.

But as he's leaving, he overhears something in another room, and takes a peak. Finding Wilson comforting Felix who's devastated over how Lucky Rabbit stole the artifact and is blaming himself for letting so many people down.

That's the first time Oswald starts feeling guilty and questioning what he's doing.

- Cala takes the role of Sandman. Though she'd be called Sand Gorgon.

Before she got her powers, she used to use a wheelchair. But when she got the power to manipulate sand, she used her powers to wrap a layer of sand around her legs to help her stand up and walk.

When using her powers to fight, her entire lower body is covered in sand, making it look like she has a tail instead of legs.

And water isn't a huge weakness for her. In fact she can manipulate sand underwater to help her swim at incredible speed.

She's also known for using her powers to trap enemies in sand, and make the sand harden together until it becomes stone. Practically turning people into stone statues.

-Lady Facilier takes the role of Kraven the Hunter. She uses Voodoo to hunt people she finds useful to her or is paid VERY well to kill someone.

-Brute takes the role of Rhino, though instead of a crazy dangerous rhino armor suit, Brute dresses in a deadly wolf armor suit. Calls himself Wolf.

-Fanny takes the role of Electro, calling herself Electric Cotton. She used to do crime with Oswald when he was Lucky Rabbit, but when he gave that up, Fanny made some choices that left her in a less than ideal lifestyle.

She's now stuck as a medic for Dice and Devil's employees/minions and occasionally has to do dirty work.

She's the only medic Cuphead and Mugman trust at least.

Brute also doesn’t lay a finger on her in this AU, because he knows she’ll FRY HIM. Doesn’t stop him from being a POS partner though.

-Sarah is Mysterio in this au. She calls herself Nightmare because she can use her illusions to make people's worst nightmares and trap them in a personal hell.

There are rumors about her that she's a lot older than she looks, because all people see when they look at her is an unsettling little girl. No one dares to try confirming that though.

-Pete’s Jay Jonah Jameson. Working on the news station and calling Spiderdemon a menace.

Bendy usually ignores it, but when he's feeling petty, some of his black webbing hits Pete’s office window or car at the news station when fighting a villain. 

Boris later watches Pete on tv yelling about spider demon's terrible aim.

Boris: ... You did that purpose, didn't you?

Bendy: Nooooo.

Boris: Bendy you hit his car 5 times with webs while every other car in that lot was clean!

Bendy: Not my fault the badguy was near his car 5 times.

Bendy does however have to talk Boris out of hacking Pete’s phone to mess with him and his script he worked on for the news channel. He doesn’t want him getting caught and arrested for a prank.

-Granny is Bendy and Boris’ sweet little elderly neighbor. They help out sometimes and keep her company. She used to watch the boys for Felix whenever he’s out of town for a few days until Bendy was old enough, and healthy enough, to watch Boris by himself. She still cooks for the family of three sometimes and is dubbed their honorary grandmother.

Though she scares the daylights out of Bendy when he’s out as Spiderdemon and sees Granny hitting a badguy with her cane if she’s there when he’s fighting. He quickly gets her out of there before the badguy gets over their shock and puts her somewhere safe.

Bendy: Ma’am, you’re the coolest elderly lady ever, but PLEASE never do that again.

Granny: Oh like I’m going to let some bully beat up a helpful young man such as yourself. *pats his face sweetly* Kick his butt dear.

and that's all I got for the characters in this AU. I might come up with more character roles down the line, but for now, this is it.

Hope you all enjoy!! :)

#bendy and the ink machine #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #babitim #quest bendy #batim #quest boris #quest felix #quest cuphead #the cuphead show #au #quest mugman #holly may #alice angel #oswald the lucky rabbit #the devil cuphead #king dice #spiderman

[heaven-said]

" Gabriel, my friend. You would dare to lie in the very halls of Heaven, keep secrets, shed innocent blood, violating our very core values. How could you do this? This is NOT the mercy I believe in, nor is it the virtues we are built on. Sera may be corrupt as I suspect she might be but I would like to hope that you aren't too far down that dark path of deceit and bloodshed that you would see the light again, this is wrong, Gabriel and you know it to be wrong, to violate Heaven in the way you are doing." - Peter

✞ Since that trial his mind has been tortured. He walks a corridor of stained glass windows, pictures of the angels slaying Lucifer ( his own brother. ) slaying beasts in ancient times. Depicting unholy creatures as mindless monsters, but not... people. He's been avoiding the company of others, losing himself in work, avoiding all questions, refusing comment, assuring it can be discussed in the next council meeting-- leave it at that. Something about bringing sin to the light, how it squirmed like worms under the skin-- and he recognized it. All the tell-tale signs in himself, himself of all people, this desperation to justify it. But no. It does not apply to him. All that he does is for a greater good. He must do what is required. He cannot be weak, he cannot bend, he cannot fail. No matter how much blood--

Saint Peter? " Peter-- please, if I could just-- it's not that simple-- " He mirrors the seraphim's words that he's followed so devoutly so far, hands raised to disarm. But they're already shaking, from the unbearable weight in his chest, the feeling of eyes on his back... " I exist to serve Heaven-- to protect the Light! What we did-- it was supposed to be for a greater good! I... " His excuses feel like ash in his mouth, forgetting his own reasoning as his heart twists in his chest. They... still believe in him? If only faintly. To hear so only aches infinitely worse. With heavy breath, the weight of the eyes on his back finally bring him to his knees, covering his already masked face with his clawed and armored hands.

Shame. His greatest weakness... or, was it a strength?

" I have lied to you. Forgive me, I beg you all... " He desperately chokes out, but he looks from the Saint to someone higher, muttering. " Father, am I... am I lost? I know not how else to fight the growing darkness if not with the sword I was given... "

But in absence of ever hearing his Father's guiding voice, he lowers his head to bow against the marble floor, hiding away from the light of the magnificient windows. " All this blood... and yet I see no end in sight. The things I have done Peter... forgive me... I have no answers. I do not deserve your faith... "

#{{ I AM SORRY this is so long but he is being afflicted with a Horrible Mental Crisis lol }} #✟ [ 1. ] → { 𝕲𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑. } ⋰⋰ i.c. #radiiosugars #✟ → { inbox. } ⋰⋰ #✟ [ 1. ] → { 𝕲𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑. } ⋰⋰ hazbin / helluva.

[s1lly-gh02tz]

I think this is my favorite picture of dib he’s so microwaveable in this

Pic goes hard. Feel free to screenshot

#the image is like perfectly low quality too #invader zim #dib #dib membrane #rambles #Lucifer losing his marbles

[slepyicarus]

If obey me were dark and would go more into the royalty theme this would fit diavolo. Like imagine it

the demon king being egotistic and not caring for his people, only using his wife the queen to get diavolo. her dying in child birth leaving diavolo to fend for himself he only has barbatos because the demon king dont want to waste his time raising his heir. diavolo growing resentful while getting older, taller, stronger, wanting his freedom from his fathers chains. so he escapes and sees the ruines of his home, the misery of his people. making him furious for them. he confronts his father. which dismisses him, letting diavolos rage only grow until he demands a duell which he loses. as a result his father banishes him. Diavolo now beaten and having nurse himself back to health meets the brothers, which also are fallen nobles which had tried to proctect their sister from their fathers tryranny, u can imaginewhat u want that happend to lilith. made she did something to betray their father, commit treason, tried to fight an arrange marriage, the possibilities are endless, having something similar happen so they set their diffrences aside and begin planing their vengence. Diavolo and Asmo using their charisma, Lucifer and Levi their wisdom, Satan and Belphie their silver tongues and Mammon and Beel their brawn all while Barbatos acts like a sort of infomant inside enemy lines. their rallies the strong and capable to get rid of dias father. Him with sword in hand, dressed in red and black like blood on dark marble, eyes glowing like molten gold with the brothers behind him and their allies. Them fighting the kingdoms forces and first loking like they are losing but Barbatos turning the tides with all the people that turn against the demon king. dia getting revenge for his people and taking what is rightfully his in all his bloody glory after the war and giving the brothers as thanks titels making them his advisers and closes court members. Now after that the last lines 'There was a king Living carefree He wanted the world he wanted everything' could be read as a few diffrent endings!

one could be like its a tale as diavolo made the kingdoms people happy again and its like in the canon. Or that they also now take revenge on the brothers father Or that with diavolo the same happens and it turns into a bad cycle.

Who knows am i right? :)

#am i listening to Rosendale instead of finishing the wip i started? #yes #why? #Well have you listened to his songs?! #THEY ARE AMAZING?! #I LOVE siren song and king! #and dont even get me started on the lyrics of six pills! #TBH ALL of his songs are so worth gushing about #Willow tree is still my favourite #it was the first i listened to from his songs #also #i have NO idea where all of this came from in my brain #i just really love everything in the royalcore aesthetic since i was like 9? #If i could i would also dress in that style #but being overweight thanks to an ed i had (well have) since childhood #its not easy #slepy talks about stuff #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! #also this makes me want to ballroom dance again. #yes i know how to walz and so on. #it was a course i could pick back in 7th grade #like i said i loved stuff that translated into my fantasy of being a prince since 9

[masadd]

hi im going to like introduce myself bc i can.

im masad, thats what i primarily go by but u can also call me saturn !!

now im just gonna list the stuff i like (the more stars by one means like i like it more)

- genshin impact ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- umbrella academy

- omori

- doki doki literature club

- marvel

- twisted wonderlands

- cookie run kingdom

- cosplaying ⭐️

- drawing ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- roleplaying ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- writing / reading stuff ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- talking to friends ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- pokemon ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- fruit bats

- owari no seraph

- undertale & deltarune ⭐️⭐️⭐️

- bbc sherlock ⭐️⭐️⭐️

- my hero academia ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- lucifer

- steven universe

- adventure time ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

- project sekai ⭐️⭐️⭐️

- danganronpa

some dont have stars just bc ive fallen out of it a lot but it doesnt mean i dont like it anymore … now im gonna list all my favorite characters in general

- rui (pjsekai)

- emu (pjsekai)

- five (umbrella academy)

- zhongli (gi)

- ayato (gi)

- baizhu (gi)

- nahida (gi)

- pantalone (gi)

- dottore (gi)

- venti (gi)

- aether (gi)

- paimon (gi)

- N (pkmn)

- volo (pkmn)

- dr strange (marvel)

- epel (twst)

- idia (twst)

- vampire (crk)

- espresso (crk)

- mika (ons)

- ferid (ons)

- flowey & asriel (ut)

- ralsei (dr)

- spamton (dr)

- sunny (omori)

- capt. spaceboy (omori)

- sherlock

- lucifer

- ella (lucifer)

- simon (at)

- steven (su)

- kiibo (danganronpa)

- nagito (danganronpa)

- aizawa (mha)

i havs autism . my current biggest interest is simon from adventure time im absolutely losing my marbles over him so

fun facts:

- ive spent around $350 on zhongli. $70 on nahida . $70 on kazuha . $50 on xiao . $100 on cyno. currently saving for baizhu

- im aroace, gender apathetic, and use any pronouns

- my favorite characters of ever right now are simon petrikov, shōta aizawa, and zhongli

i might reply or smth later when i realize i forgot smth

[kxyren]

Thank you for playing with me (Mammon x Reader angst)

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angst no comfort

warnings: ep 6 spoilers for the k drama series “Squid Games”, gunshot, major character death, swearing

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‘I’ll make sure you win this game!’ Mammon recalled what you had said a few minutes earlier, his eyes widening as he finally understood what you meant. He stared at the marble laying by your feet.

“Whoops! Looks like I lost…haha” you smiled as you looked at him.

“What the hell are you doing?” he growled out grabbing you by the collar, “Pick up the damn marble and throw it properly!”

“Well that wouldn’t be fair would it? I get two tries when we both agreed on one? We said whoever’s marble is closest to the wall wins. Yours is the closest. You won and I lost.” You explain rather calmly.

“I said take another throw!” his hands trembled as he gripped your collar tighter.

“Mammon, please just let me lose this thing in style.” You joked, hoping to ease his sadness.

“Bullshit! Stop trying to act cool! Ya think I’ll be grateful?”

You take a moment to respond, “You and me, we’re both different…”

He looked up at you with teary eyes, “what?”

“I thought hard about what I’d do once I got out of here, but…no matter how hard I thought I couldn’t think of anything.” Tears pricked the corner of your eyes, “Your brothers need you, Mammon. You have a reason to get out of this place…”

“And they need you too! I’m your guardian and I was supposed to protect you dammit!” he cried into your shoulder.

That’s when the tears finally started falling and your facade gave away.

“And you did,” you reassured him, “you protected me for as long as you could. I think now it’s time I return the favour.” Smiling wide while tears poured down, you gave him one final hug. “You can do it…don’t die here, got it? Win these games and take your brothers to Jeju Island.” You sobbed, hugging him tightly.

You glance at the timer, “It’s time for you to go now, Mammon” you muttered.

You pulled away from him as two people wearing red suits and black masks approached you both, one staying beside you, gun in hand, while the other escorted Mammon to the exit.

“Hey, Mammon!”

He stopped in his tracks, not looking at you.

“Thanks for playing with me.” you choked on your tears, “I’m honoured that we were partners.” You added, your voice cracking.

The gunshot resonated throughout the room and the loud thud of your body hitting the ground only made him cry harder.

‘Player 240 eliminated’ the loud speaker announced.

He continued walking towards the exit, tears blurring his view. He’ll make sure he wins. Not just for his brothers, but for you as well.

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a/n: I was actually gonna have Mammon die instead, but then thought “hey why not kill off MC this time” another thing I was gonna do was actually kill off Mammon and have Lucifer react to it

masterlist

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me swd #omswd #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon #obey me gn!mc #obey me reader x mammon #obey me angst #obey me imagines #obey me squid games #this was very self indulgent #just angst #ren writes 📝

[inhuman-obey-me]

Beel + 🛀🏽

"Cherish the last three kisses on your lips." - Beelzebub

It feels wrong to see her like this, after everything. Or not her, really, because it's not even really her, but rather just her likeness. Eyes that were once warm and loving, are now etched closed forever upon this cold marble slab; her hands, which should have been soft and small, now rest as stone, stiff across her form, cradling an empty space against her chest. Lilith, their beautiful sister -- now just a marble body carved upon an empty coffin.

Her expression, from those last moments, flashes through Beelzebub's mind -- the fear, the pain, the split-second cry just before she began to plummet. An expression even more wrong on her face than the empty stone one before him now.

All of this, this death, this funeral now -- it's his fault, he thinks. It was his failure. He'd had the chance to save her, and in that panicked moment, he'd gone to help Belphegor instead. He glances nervously over at his twin, staring at the same carved figure with silent disbelief, tears rolling down from a lost expression. The rest of their brothers, too, look similar, each trying to process her loss in their own ways. He can hear Mammon sobbing quietly and faint sniffles from Asmo off to the side, a more genuine sound than his usual overdramatic wails. Lucifer stands a few steps back from the rest, a distantly hard look upon his face as he watches over them all.

Beelzebub was supposed to be the strong one. He had been Lucifer's bodyguard, and protector of the Celestial Realm at large. Why hadn't he been able to save her? He should have been stronger; he should have been faster, braver, should have been anything it took to be there to save her in those last moments.

Do they hate him for it?

Of course, they had known the risks when they had entered the war. She hadn't been the only casualty; far from it, he'd watched many friends on both sides fall in the clashes. With seven in their family, it was hardly surprising for at least one not to make it. And if not for the war, her death would have been only all the more certain, decreed from upon high as it was. As angels, they wouldn't even have been allowed to mourn her this way. No, it wouldn't have been seen as appropriate to mourn after oblivion was her punishment. At least now, like this --

His wings click abuzz against each other behind him as he chokes down a sob, the still-conflicted feelings around their fall mixing with his grief. It's still strange to him, to hear them beating upon his back at moments like these, the harsh noise a far departure from the gentle fluttering of his old feathers. Worse yet, the sound echoes through this vast tomb, resonating with dissonance against itself as it bounces off the cold walls.

He'll become stronger. He will. He will train every day. Whatever it takes to be better in the future. Whatever it takes to become more powerful. Whatever it takes to never lose a member of his precious family ever again.

And as for Lilith, the sister he failed, let it at least be for the better. He can hardly bear to imagine her as a demon alongside them, either, sweet youngest sister as she had been. Let her, in her final rest, cherish her last three kisses before the war. From Lucifer, on her forehead, for good luck before the battle began. From Beel, on her cheek, for the promise that they'd be a trio together with Belphie forever. And from the human she'd given everything for, on the lips, for all the love with him that she'd deserved.

After many more moments of grieving, Lucifer steps forward at last to lay the grimoire upon her hands before they say goodbye one last time. It is the demons' heart, their soul. Though she may be gone, she'll have that piece of them here with her -- always. And they will never forget her.

#obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me lilith #obey me fic #obey me drabble #1 year celebration #writings #drabble #mod chaos in the devildom