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Angel of Mine

While driving home from work, you encounter a man in the middle of the road. You decide to take him home to restore him to health, only to find out he claims he is a fallen angel.

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You hated your commute.

Frowning, you clenched your steering wheeling tightly until your knuckles turned white. It was Friday, and you were stuck on the interstate headed out of the city. Red brake lights were the only thing you saw, with your car creeping slowly through the traffic. Sighing, you reached for the dial of the radio and raised the volume slightly.

You had spent your entire life living out in the country. The drive to the city never took longer than twenty minutes, but it was the drive back that sometimes took an hour. It was commonplace that everyone in the country had a job in the city, and, eventually, it was your turn to join the workforce. Five days out of the week, you worked a stuffy marketing job in an upscale building smack dab in the middle of the Downtown District. The pay was fantastic and your coworkers were starting to become like family to you.

It was just the commute that had you pulling your hair out.

Your coworkers kept insisting that you just buy a place closer to work but the thought had your stomach churning. It was difficult to just leave behind your home, a place full of memories and somewhere you felt safe. So you continued on with the commute, even if it drove you crazy.

Eventually, you pulled off the interstate and began driving down the familiar, isolated road. Humming along softly to Adele, you absently began to wonder what to watch on Netflix. Your Friday nights consisted of binge watching TV shows on your couch until you fell asleep. The road in front of you seemed to stretch endlessly for miles, your headlights shining brightly in the dark night. Your fingers tapped along to the slow beat of the music as you settled into a quiet haze as you continued driving.

You were quickly pulled out of your haze by a figure lying on the road.

Slamming on the brakes, you were slammed against your steering wheel, the impact immediately waking you up. A breath was ripped out of you, forcing a wheeze as you coughed and tried to remember how to breathe. Blinking, you watched the figure to scan for any sign of movement.

Nothing.

Is this person drunk?

It was Friday night after all, but you thought it was a little early to already be this sloshed. You sighed and set your car to park before cautiously exiting. Slowly, you approached the figure before calling out a timid hello.

No response.

You took another step closer. The headlights shone on the figure and you felt your heart drop. It was apparent that this person was hurt, with large gashes running down their bare back and dried blood smudged on their arms. Your eyes trailed upwards, landing on a tangle of dark hair. Hesitantly, you raised a hand and reached forward to shake the person’s shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked, panic beginning to paint your tone.

Still no response.

By now, you were in full on panic mode. You knew you couldn’t just leave this poor helpless person here! Bending down, you grabbed their arm and wrapped it around your shoulder. Since they were passed out, they were basically dead weight. Grunting, you began to stand up, pulling the body with you.

It was at that moment that you realized two things: 1. That the figure was a man, and 2. That the man was naked.

Heat rushed to your face as you tried to keep your eyes above his waist.

It took you about ten minutes to finally get the body in the backseat of your car. You grabbed a blanket from your trunk and placed it on him, hoping to at least give him a shred of dignity. You clambered back into the driver’s seat and continued on with your drive home.

Dragging the unconscious man into your home and into the guest room took twenty minutes.

You were starting to regret your decision about saving him.

Sweat began to trickle down your face as you settled the man onto your bed. You tucked him in, settling the comforter around his bare chest and smoothing his hair back. He was extremely handsome, with tanned skin and sharp features. There was a hint of a frown on his brows, a few scratches around his high cheekbones that showed he had put up a fight.

“You poor thing,” you whispered to him.

You decided the best thing to do was to leave a bottle of water and ibuprofen, along with a note explaining that you had found him and that he had nothing to worry about. You paused in the doorway, giving him one last look before quietly closing the door and collapsing onto the couch.

***

You had been asleep no more than thirty minutes when you were awakened by a blood curdling scream. At first, you thought it was the TV, but you remembered you had fallen asleep without the TV on. It took you a moment to realize that the scream was coming from your guest room, and the realization had you scrambling towards it. Throwing open the door, you were shocked at the sight in front of you.

The man had awoken and was standing against the wall drawing strange symbols. Your eyes traced over it, tracing as he drew a vertical line before drawing a downward curve in the middle, finishing by adding two dots underneath. Bile began to rise in your throat as you realized what he was using to draw the symbols.

Blood. It was his own blood.

Blood stained your comforter, a fresh puddle seeping at the man’s feet as he continued to draw the same symbol over and over again in a daze. A hand flew to your mouth as you tried to fight the urge to gag, and you took a step back, afraid. Your voice got caught in your throat as you tried to process the situation in front of you.

“W-who . . . who . . . what are you doing?!”

Your voice cracked as you shrieked, but it was enough to get the man to stop. He seemed to break out of his daze then, slowly turning around to face you. Holding your breath, you took a step forward.

“Answer my question. Who are you and what the fuck are you doing?”

The man turned to face you in his full, naked glory. He began walking towards you slowly, putting one foot in front of the other as if it was a threat. You held your ground, trying to hide the fact that you were terrified as he approached you like a predator stalking his prey. He stopped until he was toe to toe with you. You realized at that moment that he towered over you, his brown eyes boring into yours. He continued to stare at you while you waited for an answer.

“I’m waiting,” you muttered.

He studied you for another minute before stepping away and turning around. You were once again face to face with the deep gashes on his back. But, up close now, you realized that something had been ripped off his back, leaving holes where whatever it was used to be. The bile rose in your throat again.

“My name is Akira. I was once a servant of God.”

He glanced at you over his shoulder.

“I was serving in His army but I was cast out.”

You blinked. And blinked again. And began to blink rapidly.

Is this man high?

When you didn’t receive a response, he turned to look at you again over his shoulder.

“Are you okay? I mean, you were pretty fucked up when I found you.”

Your family had been religious growing up but it had always been difficult for you to accept their beliefs. By the time you were eight, you realized you didn’t believe in a God or any type of mysterious, unknown figure. You respected peoples’ beliefs but religion just wasn’t your cup of tea.

“Foolish mortal.”

He was quick to turn around and face you, anger apparent in his eyes. You shrank down, realizing that you had said the wrong thing. A faint glow seemed to emanate from his body, his eyes seeming to grow wider as he glared down at you. Flinching, you brought your hands up in response and shielded your face.

There was a moment as you waited for him to strike but it never came. You slowly lowered your hands to find him staring sadly at you.

“I meant every word that I said. I was once an angel of God who served proudly in His army. My purpose was to protect Him with my life, and I was ready to die for Him.”

The frown that you recognized from his sleep touched his brow again.

“I . . . I was foolish. I was tricked and I -”

He shook his head furiously, indifference coating his features as he peered down at you.

“I sincerely thank you for saving me. I hope the Lord brings many blessings to you.”

You fought the urge to snicker and instead gave a stiff nod.

“In return, I need to ask you for a favor.”

You gave another stiff nod.

“Please protect me here in your home. Fallen angels face a very difficult life because we have endured God’s wrath and we are to be punished. Please, protect me with everything you have. I will find a way to repay you.”

The past hour had already been too much for you, and now the thought of having to shelter him? It was a bit too much, but the poor man had nowhere else to go, if you could believe what he said.

“Sure. That’s fine. Just clean my walls first.”

***

So began your unusual relationship with you and Angel Akira.

You left him alone the remainder of the weekend, checking on him in the morning and before bed. He apparently didn’t require any sustenance, as when you offered him food he would simply shake his head. Desperate to distract yourself from the situation, you tried to keep yourself busy. You spent Saturday binge watching Netflix, forcing your brain to focus on the screen instead of the guest room door. Sunday was dedicated to cleaning, your body aching and sweating from over exerting yourself.

After taking a shower, you began your nightly routine and began preparing for work. The thought of leaving Akira alone in your home left you concerned, so you absently thought about calling out. The supposed angel had yet to provide any more information to you, and he instead stayed locked in the guest room. Sighing, you sent a text to your boss saying you had gotten food poisoning before steeling yourself to knock on the guest room door.

There was only a second before Akira opened the door. He seemed much calmer than the first night, no longer naked and instead wearing old clothes from an old hookup. The wounds on his back had finally stopped bleeding, and he seemed more at ease.

“Hi. Sorry to bother you.”

He shook his head, dark eyes studying you intently as you scrambled to find the right words to say.

“Um, I called out of work. We need to come up with a plan for you.”

Nodding, he stepped aside, gesturing for you to return. You hesitantly stepped in, your walls clean of his blood and looking brand new. The bed was neat, as if he hadn’t slept in it at all. Confused, you turned around to gaze at him.

“Akira, have you slept at all?”

“I do not require sleep,” he sighed. “Or food, since you’ve offered it before.”

“Well, then,” you frowned.

You sat carefully at the edge of the bed, crossing your legs awkwardly.

“Akira, what is going to happen to you?”

He let out another sigh.

“I do not know. God never spoke of what happened to fallen angels.”

A look of despair crossed his face, and he abruptly looked away.

“Well, he only spoke of one.”

“Lucifer?” you answered automatically, raising an eyebrow.

He seemed to flinch at the name, shaking his head furiously before sending you a warning look.

“You do know that Lucifer was God’s favorite, right?” you asked.

Akira sighed, sinking onto the bed beside you.

“Yes, we all knew. I was friends with Lucifer, many centuries ago. He was bright but cunning, which is what led to his downfall. I always recall him sitting by God’s throne, seeming content.”

He turned to look at you, face seeming to darken.

“The last thing he told us before God cast us out was that he would return. He warned God that he would take his revenge through another fallen angel. He staked a claim to all fallen angels, and said they would join his army.”

Akira stood abruptly then, eyes wide as he shook his head.

"But I refuse! The only one I wish to serve is God!”

“Hey, Akira,” you tried to calm him down, grabbing his arm gently and shushing him.

He visibly relaxed, sinking back onto the bed.

“Will you protect me? If Lucifer comes to seek me out?”

You nodded, feeling as if your voice would betray you. He seemed relieved, nodding before he turned and whispered a quiet thank you.

***

As the weeks passed, you took note that Akira was becoming less angel and more mortal.

It began nine days after you found him. While at work, you left Akira with books about the modern world, asking him to take notes so he could ask you questions over dinner. Since he didn’t sleep, he worked quickly through the books, soaking up the information and catching on fairly fast.

However, on that ninth day, you noticed he looked a little . . . tired. When you came home from work, you found him on the couch, head falling forward as his eyes were heavy. Concerned, you bustled over to him, crouching in front of him as you grabbed his face and turned it side to side.

“Akira? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

“I’m incredibly exhausted. I think I’m exhausted? I remember that term in the medical textbook you gave me. My body feels incredibly heavy and my mind is hazy.”

He shook his head in an effort to clear it but failed.

“I fear that I am becoming mortal. My body is adjusting but it’s draining it.”

With that, he fell into a deep sleep. Sighing, you adjusted his body so he was laying down and covered him with a blanket. You went on with the rest of your day, busying yourself with cooking dinner before showering and collapsing into bed.

You awoke after two in the morning to the sound of rustling. Confused and slightly afraid, you crept into the hallway, following the noise. The light of the fridge provided you with a clearer view of the kitchen, and you let out a sigh of relief at noting Akira.

It quickly shifted to puzzlement.

“Akira?” you called out, cautiously approaching him.

His head whipped around, a leftover sandwich from the weekend hanging from his mouth. Embarrassed at getting caught, he slowly removed it from his mouth, chewing quickly before swallowing.

“Er, hello.”

“What are you doing?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Well, it’s the funniest thing. After sleeping for the first time, I woke up ravenous. That’s another word I learned from your books!”

He grinned, seemingly proud of himself as he puffed out his chest.

“My stomach was burning as if it was on fire. I remembered that you keep food in here so I rummaged about to find anything.”

You walked past him, pushing him aside to check your fridge. Gasping, you were startled to see that it was nearly empty.

"Akira, what the fuck?!”

Sheepish, he rubbed the back of his head, giving you a quiet apology.

“I shall get you more?”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out an irritated exhale before turning to give him a thin-lipped smile.

“It’s okay,” you bit out through gritted teeth.

He finished the sandwich in one bite, giving you another sheepish smile before closing the fridge door.

“I, uh, shall go back to my room. I shall see you in the morning.”

Three days after that incident, he began to complain of stomach aches and lower back pain. When you approached him to check him, you caught a whiff of his scent and recoiled.

“Is something the matter?”

“Dude, you reek. When’s the last time you took a shower?”

“Never,” he replied brightly. “I don’t need to.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Well you do now. Come on, I’ll start a shower for you.”

Grabbing his wrist, you led him towards the bathroom. You turned on the water, waiting for him to warm up as you rummaged through the cabinet for an extra towel and a fresh bar of soap. Once the water was warm, you adjusted it so it was just right before turning around to Akira.

“Okay, here you go. Showering should be-”

Your words trailed off. Akira was standing naked before you, blinking at you as he waited for you to finish your sentence. Mouth going dry, you tried your hardest to keep your eyes fixated above his waist. There was no denying that Akira was attractive, but you reminded yourself you were doing him a favor.

“Um, take your time. I’ll be in the living room.”

Akira took a thirty minute shower, and when he stepped out in a plain black T-shirt and sweats, you could smell how different he was now. The smell of the soap was prominent, but there was a hint of something . . . new. You sniffed the air discreetly, and realized he had a pine smell, as if you were walking through a fresh forest.

“Showering is so refreshing,” he mused. “I can see why you mortals do it so often.”

Time continued to pass on, and he adjusted to “mortal life” easily. He had finished the books you had and was yearning to get more, but you were afraid to let him leave your house. One night, over a meal of Chinese takeout, he broached an idea with you.

“I understand this might be asking for too much,” he began. “But what if I accompany you to work but you leave me elsewhere?”

You froze, chopsticks halfway to your mouth.

“I was thinking you could leave me at the library. The books there are vast and I yearn to learn more. Plus, I’m sure there are other topics I could learn about that you have yet to teach me.”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “What if someone finds you?”

“It’s been almost a month. If God had been looking for me, He would have by now. Do not fret.”

A sad look crossed his face.

“I . . . can only assume He has forgotten about me.”

Biting your lip, you sighed again.

“We can try it out tomorrow.”

The next morning, he climbed into your car, eyes wide as he stared out the window as you began your usual commute. He would ask questions from time to time about the landscape or about something he would hear on the radio. Despite the heavy traffic, you found yourself relaxing and falling into an easy conversation with him.

Just like you promised, you dropped him off at the library, giving him twenty dollars to get some lunch.

“I will come here as soon as I can after work,” you said. “Please be careful and try not to be weird please.”

Smiling, he waved goodbye before turning and rushing into the library. You watched him until he walked in, anxiety building in your throat as you began to drive away. Your entire shift you were distracted, wondering what Akira was doing and if he was okay. You hoped that no one had caught on to what he really was (although you were sure anyone would think he was crazy) and that he was enjoying himself.

Thankfully, your boss let you go early, and you rushed back to the library. Pulling into a parking spot, you ran in, slowing down as you scanned the rows of books. You found him near the back, reading a book about the history of your town with a neat stack next to him. Upon hearing you approach he lifted his head, flashing you a smile before closing the book shut.

“How does one get a library card?” he whispered. “The signs say you need one to check out books.”

“I can help you,” you whispered back, holding out your hand for him to take.

Akira ended up checking out eight books, much to the librarian’s shock. He promised her he would return them by the end of the week, to which she reluctantly agreed. On the drive home, he chattered on about everything he had read, about the new things he had learned, and how immensely happy he was.

“I shall stay home tomorrow to read,” he proclaimed.

Thus began another shift to your daily routines. He would go to the library once he finished his stack, which usually took two or three days. The librarian, apparently, was happy to see him, and the two struck up an unlikely friendship.

Another month passed. One day, after picking Akira up from the library, he practically threw himself into your car, excitement written all over his face.

“I found a way to repay you for everything that you’ve done!” he declared.

Confused, you gestured for him to continue.

“The librarian offered me a job! She said I’m just the man for it.”

“Akira, that’s amazing!”

You leaned across the center console to pull him into a hug. He was startled at your touch before relaxing and wrapping a pair of strong arms around you. His smell immediately flooded your senses, mind going fuzzy at how amazing he smelled. After a moment, he pulled apart, an unfamiliar tender expression touching his features.

“Words cannot express how thankful I am for you. Thank you, for everything. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you suddenly couldn’t look at him. You stuttered out a thanks, starting the car and making the familiar drive back home. The ride was quiet, and you suddenly realized you could feel the heat emanating from his body. Once you arrived home, he quietly went to his room, shutting the door and not leaving for the remainder of the night.

As you lay in bed later, your mind kept replaying the way he hugged you and the affectionate way he had looked at you. Your cheeks kept getting warmer and warmer the more you thought about him, and you reached up to cover your face with your hands.

“I cannot be falling for him,” you muttered to yourself.

***

Akira settled into working life easily.

The librarian had nothing but wonderful things to say about him, remarking that he worked quickly and was very well informed. He was able to help out anyone who came through the doors with finding books, and many of the patrons continued to return just to see him. His paychecks would go to you, but you always made sure to give him at least half.

Your relationship had shifted, with the two of you becoming more affectionate and trying to do more activities together. The two of you had developed a nightly routine where you would curl up on the couch, with him reading and you watching TV. You would share a blanket, sitting close to each other, your knees often touching. Sometimes, you would catch him staring longingly at you from the corner of your eye, and the sight would make your heart ache.

Somewhere along the way, you had fallen for Akira the Angel.

***

The storm outside was relentless, the thunder shaking your windows and the lightning flashes brightening up your dark room. You tossed and turned, trying to relax but the stress of the storm kept you awake. Sighing, you decided to get up and drink some water, hoping the action would somehow make you tired.

Flicking on your nightstand lamp, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed. Just as your feet touched the floor, the bulb flickered before sending your room into darkness. The sound of the electronics in your room shutting down had you panicking as you realized the power went out.

You stepped out into the doorway, hoping to get a lighter from the kitchen to light the candles in your room. The sound of the guest room door squeaking open caught your attention, and you heard the sound of Akira’s feet shuffling along the floor. There was a pause before he called out your name.

“Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Yeah, I can’t sleep.”

There was a pause before he spoke again.

“Do you . . . need some help?”

“I wanted to get a lighter from the kitchen,” you replied.

You heard his feet moving along the floor before you heard him shuffling about in the kitchen. His footsteps got closer until he was standing in front of you. Tilting your head up, you peered at him in the darkness. He handed you the lighter, giving you a small smile.

“Thanks.”

You quickly lit the candles before sitting cross legged on your bed. Akira lingered in the doorway, seemingly hesitant to enter. Smiling, you patted the bed, and he slowly made his way towards you. He sank next to you, staring at you before giving you a shy smile.

A sudden crack of lightning had you jumping, and you instinctively dove towards him. His arms opened immediately and he pulled you towards his chest, one hand stroking your hair while the other rubbed your back. Your heart was pounding from the lightning but was now beating faster due to the close proximity. The feeling of his hand running through your locks had you instantly relaxing and you settled more into his chest.

After a moment you pulled away, looking up at Akira’s face in the dim light. He was staring down at you with such a tender look you couldn’t help it anymore and leaned in to kiss him. His lips were soft and it took him a moment to respond as it registered in his mind what you had done.

His lips moved sloppily, and you fought the urge to giggle at the thought that he had never kissed anyone before. However, seeing his past experience with all of the books he had been reading, you knew he was a fast learner and it didn’t take long before his mouth was moving perfectly with yours.

One of his hands moved from your hair to your waist, the other reaching up to cradle your face. After a moment he pulled away, panting softly as his eyes flickered quickly, studying your features.

“I . . . I’ve never felt this way before. But I know I can’t stop myself,” he breathed out.

“Then don’t.”

He dove in and kissed you again, gently pressing a hand to your shoulder to lay you down on the bed. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him closer to you, legs coming up to encircle his hips. His hands settled on either side of your head, holding him up as your kisses turned urgent. You gently pushed him away to sit up and pulled your pajama shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest. Akira’s eyes went wide, a soft blush tainting his cheeks.

“I’ve always seen breasts in books, but . . .”

“Akira,” you scolded him. “Don’t make this weird!”

Trying to keep the mood going, you grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. His toned chest and abdomen glistened in the low light, arousal beginning to pool deep inside of you. You quickly made work of the knot holding his sweats up, helping him slide them down his legs.

“Good God,” you gasped out, noticing he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Maybe it was an angel thing, but you hadn’t expected him to be so well endowed. His cock hung heavy between his legs, slapping against his thigh as the sweats left him bare. Swallowing thickly, you knew the stretch would be uncomfortable but so worth it.

“Is . . . everything okay?” he asked.

You could sense he was beginning to feel self-conscious so you focused instead on sliding down your pajama bottoms. When you were left in just your panties, you looked up at him, checking his face for any signs that he wanted to stop.

“We can stop right here,” you told him. “We don’t have to do this.”

Some sort of conflict began to play out in his face, eyes going wide as his brows furrowed before he seemed to accept some defeat. Hanging his head, he began to crawl over your body, lips tracing a path from your navel up to your jaw. Shivering, you wrapped your legs around him again.

“I guess I can only ask for forgiveness now,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

It was his shaking hand that ultimately pulled your panties down, sliding them down your legs as his thumb grazed your smooth skin. Once they were gone, he positioned himself between your legs, one hand wrapping around his long, thick cock.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I don’t quite know what I’m doing.”

“It’s okay,” you replied. “Take your time.”

Sucking in a breath, he pumped himself a few times, eyes fluttering closed before he leaned further down and guided himself into you. As you predicted, the initial stretch was uncomfortable, tears quickly springing to your eyes as you felt that you were being ripped apart. It wasn’t like you were a virgin, but it had been a while since you had slept with someone and the first time after a while was always uncomfortable. Akira’s size didn’t quite help either, but you forced yourself to relax as he slowly continued to push in.

“You feel w-wonderful, love,” he gasped out, hands clenched tight on the pillow below your head.

When he bottomed out he stopped, panting as he waited for you to adjust. He must have felt the tension in your body because one of his hands moved to rub slow circles on your hip. After a moment you lifted your hips up, causing him to moan before he pulled out completely.

“Lord have mercy,” he cried out before snapping his hips into yours.

His thrusts were slow, his hips going all the way back before thrusting back into you sharply. The movement had your body moving up on the bed, your head smacking against the headboard as an especially sharp thrust had your whole body vibrating. You let your legs slide off his hips and instead tried to open them as wide as you could. Crying out, you moved your hands to hold on to his side, nails digging in as he kept on thrusting slowly and sharply into you.

You felt his lips brush against your cheek, pressing light pecks in between pants.

“I-I don’t think I’m going to last much longer, love,” he spoke lowly into your ear.

“M-me either,” you gasped out. “Don’t stop.”

It took four sharp thrusts for you to come, the tight bundle slowly coming undone as his pelvis brushed against your clit. You called out his name in a mix of gasps and moans, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you rode out your orgasm as he kept on thrusting. He came right after, hips stuttering slowly before coming to a stop. Letting out a guttural moan of your name, he let his head hang down low, hair tickling your neck as he released into you.

A few minutes later, after he had wobbled to the bathroom in the darkness to get a towel for you, the two of you were entwined in bed. Your head was laid on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart slow down until it beat steadily.

He was alive. He was yours. He was mortal.

***

Your happiness, however, was short lived.

Another month passed, a month full of endless love making, stolen kisses, and nights spent in the same bed. The two of you had fallen into a relationship, and Akira had finally accepted his fate as a mortal.

One evening, while curled up on the couch, the power in your house suddenly went out. Confused, you lifted your head from Akira’s shoulder and glanced around you. Before you could speak, a loud popping sound filled the room and it was awash in a gentle green light. Akira’s face had gone deathly pale, eyes going wide as he took in the sight before you. As you registered that something was happening, he quickly sunk into a bow, forehead pressed against the floor.

“Akira, it is good to see you.”

You finally turned, hands flying to your mouth at the sight. An angel was standing there, blonde hair falling past its shoulders. It had a pair of wings around it like the traditional art you had seen. However, behind its head, there was an eagle, with a lion and sheep on either side.

Weren’t angels supposed to be . . . beautiful?

Its eyes flickered towards you, the lion baring its teeth to give you a snarl. The eagle let out a screech and the sheep bleated loudly. The angel’s eyes narrowed, a faint glimmer of red light glowing around its body.

“You fool. You have tasted the flesh and do not wish to relinquish it.”

“I am no fool,” Akira replied. “I have fallen in love.”

He stood then, lifting his chin to stare down at the angel.

“Perhaps I am a fool in love, that may be true. But I am no simple fool.”

The lion roared then, the angel’s face warping into one of terrifying anger.

“God will never forgive you for this. You knew that as His servant you needed to avoid all temptation.”

“Did you forget, dear brother? God was the one who cast me out.”

“It seems you didn’t learn the first time,” the angel snarled.

“Was I truly tempted? Satan may have tricked me, but he was correct in his ways.”

“How dare you.”

Fear coursed through you as the angel seemed to grow in size, the animals surrounding its head focused on you. Swallowing nervously, you stepped behind Akira.

“This mortal will be the end of you,” the angel snapped.

“So it may be,” Akira said. “I love her and there is nothing that God can do to change that.”

“So is that it?” the angel barked out. “You want to relinquish your holiness and become mortal? To one day die and fade into the ground?”

“If it means I can be in love, then yes.”

“Fine, so it will be.”

The angel snapped its fingers. Akira fell to the floor, clutching his head as he let out a blood curdling scream. You kneeled beside him, yelling his name while the angel merely looked on.

“Foolish mortal. I hope you realize the gravity of his decision.”

With that, it was gone. Akira fell silent, lifting his head to peer at you with exhausted eyes. He seemed . . . well normal. His face before had retained an eternal youth, but you could now see the formation of wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. His dark hair now had a few streaks of gray, falling messily onto his forehead. Smiling, you held onto his face before pressing his forehead against yours.

He was alive. He was yours. He was mortal.

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alteredsilicone · 5 months

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The Dark Urge and Enver Gortash witness the end of the world lying next to one another. There are no stars in the sky, only a vast darkness. The Dark Urge speak up, but nobody answers. Silence - the world is dying.

They turn to Gortash, only to realize there is just a corpse lying next to them, cut in half. In a moment of murderous ecstasy the Dark Urge had carried out their final task - slaughtering the one they held most dear on the altar of Bhaal, leaving the Urge as the last soul alive.

A wave of sadness overtakes them, they call out to Gortash in despair.

Silence. Deafening silence.

In grief, the Dark Urge slit their throat and thus, their destiny is fulfilled. It is the world's end at the foot of Bhaal's throne.

#my writing #this is peak cringe im sorry #durgetash #inspired by the final scene in devilman crybaby #now imagine durge stuck in a timeloop forced to kill gortash over and over and over again #and it brkngs them joy #until it doesnt

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v3llum · 2 years

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< You’re mine >

✧̩̩̩ ࣭ ͘ ˖ ࣪ ೖᰍ ࣪ ࣭ 𝆯͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ❁𝆬 ࣭ ┈┈ུ ࣭ ࣪ εїз

When you normally go out he is always by your side. And when I say by your side, I mean by your side. Not only is it for protection reasons, but he doesn’t like the way people will try to flirt with you, man or woman. And when he feels as though your flirting back in front of his face, he’ll make sure you remember who you belong to. “F-fuck please! You know I didn’t mean it to come out that way!” You would cry as he’d fuck your sopping pussy, choking you to silence you as he fucks you.

“Shhh, just take it, maybe this’ll help you think before you react next time, yeah?”

Sukuna, geto, toji, Alucard, Akira, Ryo, Tengen, Muzan, Akaza, & Shinjuro

✧̩̩̩ ࣭ ͘ ˖ ࣪ ೖᰍ ࣪ ࣭ 𝆯͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ❁𝆬 ࣭ ┈┈ུ ࣭ ࣪ εїз

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vampi-fixx · 2 years

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honesty

devilman crybaby; akira fudo x reader; 1.5k; fluff; miscommunication + hardcore pining

akira has to be honest with you. he wasn't really pretending.

Akira had always been by your side since you were children, seeming more like another limb than a separate person—when you moved, he moved. When he cried, you were always there to wipe his tears away, to reassure him that you didn’t think any less of him for his gentle disposition.

Even when his mysterious transformation happened, and he filled out, looking less like a boy and more like a hardened man, things hadn’t changed. If possible, he seemed even more attuned to you. His newfound confidence made him bolder, more direct about his own wants and desires—which apparently, centered mostly around staying right where he always was, by your side.

He wasn’t the only one affected by his shift however. Akira’s forward personality made you terribly aware that your feelings for him were more than just that for a close friend.

You liked Akira, you always had. But if before his timid hesitance prevented you for bridging that gap between friends and something more, now the matter was his devilish new appearance attracting the attention of every girl within a ten mile radius.

But now you could be selfish. You could indulge in all the things you only dreamed about. Because now—

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend."

He paused, his story about another one of the illicit schemes Ryo entangled him in dying on his lips. Your gaze was trained on the river flowing beneath the deck the two of you were seated on, the small waves drawing ripples in your reflection. Your tongue felt heavy with the weight of your words; they were hard enough for you to voice. You didn't want to see his reaction. You didn't think know what to do if he said no—

“Alright." His answer came as easy as the breeze that drifted past your bodies, ruffling your clothes. When your head shot towards him, he grinned. “Can I start now?”

No questions asked. You were foolish to doubt him for even a second; of course, when it came to you, he would agree to anything. But he fit into the role almost too seamlessly. He held your hand in public like he was proud to, liked to sneak in sloppy kisses to your cheeks whenever you were focused on a task, and his full-bodied hugs became a constant in your life.

You liked being his significant other, so much so that you never mentioned when your creepy coworker stopped leering at you and trying to meet up with you despite your obvious lack of interest. You never told Akira that he didn't have to pretend anymore. (When he’d found out about the guy though of course he'd been pissed.

“Why didn’t you let me talk to him?”

“Mm, because last time you talked to some guy bothering Miki, he ended up in the hospital.”

He frowned. "Not like he wouldn’t deserve it.")

You wanted to live in this moment for as long as you could. It felt right—doing things your heart had always yearned for, being with him under the thin guise of a favor, without fear of repercussion. But all good things came to an end, and so did the day when the reality of your situation became too much for even you to ignore.

It was a dream. In it, you and Akira were sitting on the bridge, the same spot you’d first made the request of him. But it felt so real, Akira's eyes a soft brown glow, the sunset's rays catching on the tips of his hair, as he told you he’d never felt so strongly about anyone else, that he didn't want to feel this strongly about anyone else. He leaned forward, the distance between your lips seeming to span miles. Just as he kissed you, your eyes flew open and you were staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom.

It wasn't real. But what was real was the reverberating ache in your chest. Your eyes stung, and you furiously rubbed at them. You'd been lying to him, and to yourself, for god knows how long.

You loved Akira, you couldn't deny it any longer. But would he still like you once this was all over? Once you admitted that the last few months were a ruse, and you’d been using him for your own gain?

You weren't certain. But the idea that he wouldn't terrified you.

You texted him; you’d never been good at keeping secrets from one another, and the guilt was chipping away at your resolve.

When the two of you met up, Akira's grin faded once he saw the grim look on your face.

"Look Akira, I'm sorry, but I can't... we can't do this—” You gestured between your bodies "—anymore."

His demeanor changed instantly. His tone was measured, cautious. “Why not?”

“I.. it's not fair to me or you."

“You don't need me—” He paused, seeming to catch himself. “You don't need a boyfriend anymore?"

“Y-yeah...” You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you’d been clinging to things you couldn’t have. "I don't. I... haven't. For awhile now."

The silence between you stretched across valleys.

Akira broke it first, as always. He was always the one to reach out. “But...”

Here it comes.

“But you never asked me if I wanted it to be over.”

Your eyes widened. “I...”

“Look, I... Shit, this is coming out all wrong.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t want to go back to the ways things were...” he trailed off, his expression curling into a frown.

Your heart clenched. This was the worst you’d expected. He didn’t even want to be friends anymore.

“I see. I-I understand." You took a shaky breath. "Sorry for wasting your time." You made to move past him, but his hand reached out to stop you.

“Wait." Now Akira was the one who sounded confused. "I don’t think you do—"

“I know it was really selfish of me to ask you in the first place. And to... to keep this going on for so long.” Your voice wavered, and you couldn’t meet his gaze. Gosh, were you really going to cry right now? It was ironic; usually you were the one comforting him. How the roles had changed.

“No—wait. Stop, (Y/N), stop. That’s not what I’m—"

"Bye, Akira. I'm sorry for lying to you." You bowed your head, dipping past him—that is, if his arm didn't shoot out to grasp your shoulders. He drew you into a fierce hug, the kind that had your breath catching. You stilled, your heart pounding loud enough you were sure even he could hear.

“I’m not mad about anything, you dummy.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft. “I’m saying...” He held you closer to him. You could feel the way his own heart was pounding, the way his hands trembled around your shoulders.

“Pretending to be your boyfriend is the easiest thing I’ve ever had to do. And I don’t want to stop.”

Your eyes widened. "Akira—"

“I’m in love with you,” he said, pulling back from you. “I didn’t mind if you wanted me to pretend to be your boyfriend. I was glad to play along. I thought I’d be fine with just that, but I can’t do it anymore. I’m not okay with just pretending anymore! I—”

His gaze met yours, his eyes intense but vulnerable. “I want to be yours, for real.”

You blinked rapidly, your lips parting. Akira shifted from one foot to the next, your lack of response beginning to worry him. His brow furrowed.

“Have you ever... thought about us before? Together?" he asked, hesitant.

You shook your head rapidly, before realizing what kind of answer you were giving. “O-Of course I have!”

“Yeah?” He gave you a tentative smile, a crooked upturn of his lips, that had cracks forming in the walls around your heart. "And did you..." He cleared his throat. "Did you like the idea?"

“I... I was so worried about ruining this," you said in a rush. You flushed, burying your face in his chest. "About ruining us. I was worried you'd hate me, and—and we couldn't be friends anymore—"

"Why would I ever hate you?" he murmured, rubbing circles into your back. "You know how much you mean to me." He brought you even closer to him, resting his chin atop your head. "You could never ruin anything."

“Oh...” Your voice muffled into his shirt. "Oh." It was then that you realized: Akira really, truly loved you. Akira wasn't mad. Akira was just as happy that this had all happened...

"God," you groaned. All that worrying was for nothing.

His laughter rumbled against you. Your face felt even warmer and you wanted to keep hiding it from him. How embarrassing... That is, until Akira's hand went from rubbing your back to stroking through your hair.

"Hey. Hey, look at me."

You glanced upwards. Time seemed to slow as Akira's hand slid from the top of your head until cupping your cheek, tilting your face towards him. His thumb traced from your chin to the bottom of your lips as he inched forward. His lips pressed against you earnestly, carefully, as if he was savoring it. His lips were chapped, and moved a bit clumsily against yours, but they were thorough—like he was mapping out every inch of you.

When the two of you parted, he grinned before resting his forehead against yours. “Been wanting to do that for awhile."

"Wh—Why didn't you then?" you asked, your gaze half-lidded.

He raised a brow, his grin turning devilish.

“Wanted our first kiss to be a real one.”

"And this? This is as real as it gets," he said, before leaning in for another one.

#akira fudo x reader #dmcb x reader #devilman crybaby x reader #akira fudo imagine #dmcb imagine #tati writes #dmcb thots;

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imvriix · 2 years

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" THINGS WON'T WORK WITH A GIRL LIKE YOU "

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i m v r i i x ' s m a s t e r l i s t

⋆*･ﾟ: :✧*⋆ ･ﾟ

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐊

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓

𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒

⋆*･ﾟ: :✧*⋆ ･ﾟ

r e q u e s t s / r u l e s

— no character x character, strictly reader x character only.

— reader will always be gender neutral unless a specific gender is specified in a request, i am okay with writing mlm, wlw, etc as long as it's in the request.

— please make sure i am able to understand what you're asking for.

— fluff, angst, etc are okay.

— i am okay with writing toxic scenarios/ relationships, character death, gore, etc.

— please include a scenario, it's harder to envision what you specifically want me to write if you simply give me a character with no backstory whatsoever.

— i may randomely write scenarios/ oneshots of characters from the fandoms i dont write for or just characters of my own, which will be in the extras. might just slap in little bits of random creative writing in there too.

— other little fandoms im apart of are out, vagabond, chainsaw man, pluto, 20th century boys, claymore, dororo, goodnight punpun, hellsing ultimate, viral hit, the boxer etc. i dont have masterlists for these since they're really small fandoms, butif you also like them, dont hesitate to send me anything in my inbox or messages based off of them.

— i dont do omegaverse. i dont do child/baby reader. i dont do teen character x adult reader or adult character x teen reader, and basically the obvious stuff that shouldnt be requested.

— i dont edit my writing either, so if you see a typo or something that just doesnt make sense, please just ignore it and dont think too much about it. if i notice somethings wrong i do edit it but i normally skim when i read rather than read slowly and word for word, so thats likely why.

— i dont really care who reads my writing in terms of age, sexuality, gender etc because i normally dont include any of this in my writing. everyones welcome <3

— my dni list is the obvious standards, pedos, islamaphobes, racists, etc. + if you want to chat shit about my writing then gtfo

𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦 ;; — 𝐎𝐍/ 𝐎𝐅𝐅

likes, reblogs, comments and follows are all appreciated ♡

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#masterlist #vinland saga #berserk #monster #moriarty the patriot #johan liebert #x reader #anime #devilman crybaby #tokyo revengers #fem reader #oneshots #scenarios #imagines #manga #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #yuukoku no moriarty #reader insert

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guideaus · 4 months

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so satan's just smart like that

#personal #devilman crybaby lb #he was overly aggressive likes akira and then knows everything i guess #did ryo have a guardian fjshfjhds??? i cant imagine that demon would just let him go to school

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privarot · 1 year

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hello there ^^ the name's cas! i'm nineteen and my pronouns are she/they! i'm also pansexual, polyamorous and a person of color!

this blog is 18+ only. minors do not interact. i will block you on sight. welcome to hueco mundo

i decided to finally pick up a writing blog so here we are!

i do take requests! feel free to ask for head-canons or little drabbles! however, i do have the right to refuse any request for any reason. do not take this to heart.

please also remember that writing takes time. rushing me will not get me to finish something faster.

all characters are depicted as 18+! please keep this in mind.

also, i will write readers as any gender you request! (gender neutral my default) there is a serious lack of x male!reader out there and i'm gonna pick away at that one step at a time.

current fixation: bleach

i will most likely be the best at writing bleach related things as it lives rent free in my head. especially the arrancars. good lord i love those funky little weirdos.

fandoms i will also write for:

my hero academia

naruto

burn the witch

chainsaw man

jujutsu kaisen

jojo's bizzarre adventure

gangsta

devilman crybaby

demon slayer

one piece

(there are probably more i could do and am just forgetting! best case would be to just ask me and see. ^^)

please keep in mind that i have not finished some of these medias, but i will try my best to provide you content of whatever character you ask for.

things i will write:

soft/fluff

smut

angst

gore

things i will not write

noncon

cnc

incest

some kinks (if you aren't sure, just ask ^^ there's no harm in checking first)

i think that about covers all the bases! feel free to flood my ask box with anything you want, honestly! confessions, rambles, etc. i am always open to listening.

enjoy your stay here in the endless desert. we will welcome you kindly.

#writing blog #bleach headcanons #headcanons #naruto headcanons #burn the witch headcanons #chainsaw man headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjba headcanons #gangsta headcanons #devilman crybaby headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #one piece headcanons #writing imagines

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vitruvianmanbara · 2 years

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it’s not gonna happen but i would love if they animated denji’s chainsaws to have some heft to them like sorry but i hate it when animation has swords just fluidly slicing through living creatures…if he’s cutting through guys with his chainsaws he should be putting some muscle into it i think🧍🏻‍♀️

#imagine that plus the chainsaw sfx blood and devilman crybaby-esque soundtrack. i wanna see it so baddd

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preeningpisces · 1 month

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Sukuna NSFW Headcanons

Lemme know if you want me to elaborate or write something about any of these ♥️

18+ content below, mdni, implied chubby f!reader, dark content

TW: implied non-con, mentions of death, Sukuna is not nice!!!

♛ Boy oh boy. Mr. Monsterfucker wet dream himself

♛ For starters, make no mistake: Sukuna gives absolutely zero fucks about your pleasure. You’re there solely to please him, and it makes no difference whether you enjoy it or not

♛ Knows where the clit is, he just doesn’t give a fuck lmfao

♛ I think one thing that would make him actually intelltionally please you--which is very rare, but happens on occasion when he's in a good mood---is sounds. If you make sounds of pleasure he likes, he’ll try to get more out of you. Again, not for your benefit. It's purely because it brings him some satisfaction. It’s the same with sounds of pain tho, oof

♛ Not very noisy, but doesn’t stifle any sounds either. Definitely a grunter. Talkativeness depends on his mood

♛ I definitely agree with the notion that he’d have concubines. As we know him now, I can’t imagine him falling for anyone or being loyal

♛ With that in mind, Sukuna doesn’t really have a type. His concubines all look very different. Yuki asks Sukuna what his type is and he just says pussy

♛ One thing he appreciates about you is how your soft body fills his hands. With him being humongous, having someone larger just feels more comfortable. Sometimes he just wants that vava-voom if you know what I mean. Also enjoys how your thighs feel when you're riding him--their softness rippling against his muscles

♛ That’s not to say Sukuna doesn’t have preferences, I just don’t think they’d be consistent, or that he’d care enough to pick up on a pattern. He just sees someone & knows ‘I’d stick my dick in them’ or ‘Uraume feed me this ugly hoe’

♛ OF COURSE he has a double-decker dick!! The one on the bottom is more sensitive. He likes having one of his concubines riding the top one, and another sucking his cock and balls

♛ His cum shoots--it gets airtime. Think that scene in Devilman Crybaby

♛ Without a doubt a sadist, in every way. Making you cry, making you bleed, & hurting you all get him going. Big on dacryphilia, and degratation

♛ Absolutely nooooot going to be submissive. Nope no way, especially not to some lowly human or sorcerer such as yourself. He’d have to see you as an equal, and even then, I’m not sure he would

♛ Not submissive but lowkey a pillow princess LMFAO you gotta do all the work. He just lazes while you suck him off or ride him

♛ When he’s in the mood he treats you like a fleshlight. If he legitimately railed you, it would do permanent damage. Mfer is 8ft tall—if he were to actually pound you with vigor you’d DIE. In fact, he probably does that when he doesn’t care to keep someone….yikes let’s not think about that

♛ Honestly I don’t imagine he’s that freaky or kinky. Really just wants to blow his load in (or on) someone pretty & that’s about it

♛ The freakiest thing he does is use his tummy tongue—largely because it frightens you & his other concubines bc, yknow, he could legit eat you. Also, he just wants to eat some pussy every now & then, and there’s no way he would lower his head or kneel for anyone

♛ He eats pussy for his own pleasure, not yours, but that tongue is so big and slippery you usually cum anyway. Doesn’t stop until he’s had his fill

#sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x chubby reader #chubby reader #tw death #tw noncon #tw sadism #dark content #divider by saradika #Might make a non-curse AU part 2 for him since they would be so extremely different #dreams of sukuna ☁︎#nightmares ☽#headcanons ☽#sukuna headcanons #dreams ☽#sweet dreans ☽#wet dreams ☽

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dax-enfinity · 2 months

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Devilman Crybaby (2018) Akira is LITERALLY how I vividly imagine my Human! King Sombra design to be for my EQG AU:

please listen to me on this y’all 🙏🙏

Human! Sombra would have darker skin, sharp bangs, slightly longer and more messier hair, he’d be tall too

He’s just a scary tall bisexual in my EQG AU and would go to Crystal Prep too

#king sombra #king sombra mlp #mlp king sombra #sombra mlp #mlp sombra #sombra #my little pony #my little pony fim #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp #my little pony equestria girls #mlp equestria girls #mlp eqg #mlp eg #equestria girls #devilman crybaby

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sleeplesssmoll · 4 months

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Reverse 1999 Character themes?: Vertin, Sonetto, Arcana, Regulus.

Kensuke Ushio does amazing work. You might recognize him from things like Chainsaw Man, Devilman Crybaby, or Heavenly Delusions. I was going though his works and I think I found a fit for a few characters. Note: I don't know the original context of these OSTs. I'm functioning on vibes and scenarios in my head alone!

Vertin: this one sounds like it'd fit right into the Reverse 1999 OST. Its a sad song and this one makes me visualize many things. Holding someone as they vanish. Rushing to save someone. Taking a final stand in a hopless battle. It conveys a lot of dynamic imagery despite being sad.

She's always the last one standing, for better or worse. This one I feel is the most fitting yet it's the hardest one to put into words.

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Sonetto: this one sounds gentle, innocent, almost childlike. You could also say naive and I'd agree. The vibe I get it's "I'm happy as long as we're together." While Vertin's made me think of dynamic things, this one conveys stillness. It's calm and might play in the background even if Sonetto is simply pondering some big thoughts.

I can imagine a puppy staring out the window waiting for her master to return. The puppy doesn't understand a lot of things, but she doesn't need to in order to love you. She could be injured during a harsh battle but her tail will wag the moment she sees her master. Does any master deserve that kind of unconditional love? She wouldn't know. She's a happy lil puppy who needs you. Why would she ask something like that?

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Arcana: this one sounds better with headphones and bass. It feels like a slow, yet formidable danger is sauntering up to you. They're not worried about you escaping because you are weak. Your fate is sealed and they're going to indulge in your suffering.

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Regulus: upbeat and groovy! I can picture Regulus saying "catch me if you can!" While tearing through the streets and causing havoc. She'll get away and she'll do it in style. The song makes me want to get up and run laps! It's not very rock, but it really captures that energetic vibe.

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#reverse 1999 #vertin #sonetto #arcana #regulus #character theme?#youtube

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artthemasquerade · 9 months

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I felt like making a series of wedding photos of my Devilman ships, as I can imagine character relationships change throughout the timeloops. The first one is Ryokira from the late 80s (Think the OVA verse)

second is Miki/Miko (Miki Kuroda) from the crybaby timeline of the 2010s (Well in my AU the crybaby verse is heavily edited but I can't really say more until I actually get around to watching crybaby)

third is Akira/Miki being married together in the early 00s

and finally forth is Ryo/Miki from the late 70s

These were all so fun to make and I love drawing clothes from the different decades, and it was fun to make the backgrounds and play with simple rendering. :D

Now I've finished this series, I think I'll work on drawing more art of my Devilman ocs, might take me a while since I've got a commission to work on and I'll need to pace myself XD

Btw if you like what you see and want a commission drop me a direct message on tumblr, instagram or a note on deviantart

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vampi-fixx · 2 years

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akira fudo + love languages.

five love languages, five instances where akira shows you the depths of his affection.

a/n: love how these were supposed to be short and they ended up long. i may have made akira the most extra af bf in the world

tw: some of these are nsfw

i. ACTS OF SERVICE

You joke that Akira would probably take a bullet for you, and he responds quite seriously.

“Yeah, I would. If it meant saving you, I’d do it. I'd do anything really.”

He’s kneeled before you, from where he dropped down to fix your loose shoelaces, when he makes the declaration. But after catching your surprised expression, he stands to his full height, flashing you a small smile.

"Sorry. That weird to admit?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It's—no it’s not. It’s just so like you to say something like that,” you groan.

He blinks several times. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“It means,” you start, pressing a hand to his chest. You smile at the way his heartbeat stutters under your touch. “I have to avoid putting myself in danger otherwise you’ll throw yourself in front of me like the reckless doofus you are.”

“You know,” Akira says, edging closer to you, pressing your palm into his chest, where you can feel his heart thundering now. His other hand cups your chin, tilting your face up to meet his wry, toothy grin. “Some would call that romantic. Risking it all for the person they love.”

“Fudo, you are not risking your life for me,” you say, exasperated, jerking yourself out of his grasp.

“But babe, I’m a devilman! I’d probably survive a bullet!”

In a way, you can’t blame Akira. You suppose that’s the way he knows how to love: putting himself on the line for others. He did it for Ryo, he did it for Miki, and he would do it for you in a heartbeat.

It’s not just the big things either. From saving you from demons to creeps ogling you on the subway; from whipping up curry for dinner when you're too tired to cook, to offering to rub your shoulders when you're stressed and achy.

While Akira doesn’t neglect to tell you he loves you, his actions practically scream it.

“Just have some kind of sense of self-preservation, alright?” You sigh. “I wouldn’t want to be widowed at such a young age.”

He frowns. “It’s not like I’d leave you on your own—W-wait.” His eyes widen. “Did you just say widow? But we’re not even—”

You turn away swiftly, hoping to hide your own surprise at your declaration. “Ah... forget I said that,” you say, walking away.

“Hey, wait—we’re not done talking here! You can’t just leave!” He runs after you, grabbing your wrist. You glance back, surprised; you nearly forgot how fast his demonic abilities made him.

He calls your name, sickly sweet. “Mind repeating what you said back there, babe?”

“Just ah, throwing that out there, Akira.” You laugh nervously, hoping your voice doesn’t sound as high-pitched to him as it does to your own ear. “You know… metaphors. We’re not actually—I mean, we’ve only been together for what? A year so…”

You hope against all odds that he can’t feel your pulse thundering from his grip, but the way he smirks devilishly has you convinced he can anyways.

“Well now you’ve got ideas in my head,” he says smoothly, pinning you against the closest tree. “And I wouldn’t want to disappoint your expectations.”

ii. PHYSICAL TOUCH

tw: light nsfw at end

Akira's parents were hardly around when he was a kid, busy as they were traveling to different countries to offer their aid. He would never complain about it, knowing that as traveling doctors, they were serving the greater good—but still he yearned for the little things he missed out on: a pat on the head for a job well done, a hug whenever he hurt himself and needed comfort.

It makes sense then, that now that he’s in a relationship, he's almost always missing your touch.

"You’re up way too early,” he grumbles, shuffling into the kitchen. He makes for a hilarious sight, his hair in disarray, black tufts sticking out in every direction. His lean form is swathed in a throw blanket he’d grabbed from your bed, one you distinctly remembered bunching up next to him so he wouldn’t notice you left that morning. Opening his arms wide, he envelops you in a hug from behind. You giggle as your spatula flips the eggs on the pan.

“I was hungry.”

He hums, slotting his chin onto your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist, watching you cook. He doesn't let go even as you attempt to wiggle out of his grasp, reaching for the cupboard.

“Got it,” he says, tightening his grip around you, and—with enviable ease—uses his much longer limbs to open the cupboard and grab a plate. He can’t resist letting out a short laugh when he hears you grumble.

“I could’ve gotten it if someone let me,” you say, sticking your tongue out at him. “But thank you.”

As you serve breakfast onto both of your plates, you make your way to the dining table before Akira coughs meaningfully behind you.

“What?”

He sets your plates down and sits himself, before gesturing onto his lap.

Your jaw drops. “Akira, really?”

“Your seat’s taken,” he points out, gesturing at the other seat, where Taro’s settled himself into. Your attempt to lift him off the seat ends with him hissing at you. You glare at the black cat, and he simply meows back at you.

“Fine. No funny business though, okay?” you tell him, before sitting down on his lap. Akira engulfs you in his blanket fort, wrapping his arms back around you.

“Promise I won’t.”

You’re convinced him and Miki’s cat are conspiring against you. You definitely see him wink at the cat when he thinks you’re not looking.

Akira seems happy however, rubbing your side as he chows down on breakfast. You blink; come to think of it, you’ve never seen him quite this clingy.

“Everything good?” you ask him suddenly.

He sends you a wide-eyed look, a piece of egg hanging comically from his mouth. He swallows. “Yeah? Why?”

“Nothing, you’re just… well, you’re pretty touchy this morning,” you note.

His grip tightens around you. “I was just thinking how lucky I am to have someone to hold. That’s all.”

Heat creeps to your cheeks at the sheer honesty in his words, before turning your attention back to your own plate.

It’s not that you don’t want to be touchy, but… well to be honest, Akira’s thighs are lean and muscled—definitely not the most comfortable seat. You shift this way and that, feeling your boyfriend still behind you, before squirming.

“Hey, uh…” He grips your waist meaningfully, and you still. “I know you said no funny business, but keep that up, and these aren’t the only eggs getting scrambled.”

Your jaw drops. “Akira.”

He shrugs unapologetically. “You know what you do to me.”

iii. QUALITY TIME

“Wanna go for a ride on my bike?”

“I saw this new romcom on Netflix. Wanna watch with me?”

“Hey, what was that video you wanted me to watch with you?”

...

Akira huffs, slouching onto the couch next to you. When you glance up from your phone, he takes the opportunity to pounce, planting his head onto your lap.

“Can I help you?” you ask, raising a brow.

He stares at you pointedly with his sharp rimmed gaze, and you get the sense that he is none too pleased about you shooting down his attempts to grab your attention.

“Nah, I’m fine. Just settling in,” he says casually, before whipping out his own phone. Two could play at this game. He adjusts himself, propping his legs onto the arm of the couch, burrowing into your lap. Catching your eye and sends you a smirk.

“What’s wrong?” he says, smug and borderline mocking. “Thought you were busy. Just trying to entertain myself here.”

You snort, attention returning back to your phone as well.

He nudges your hand with his head a few times, and you get the message, and your fingers curl into his unruly locks. He hums.

You can’t resist glancing over a few times. You know Akira hates spending time on his phone; he says it makes him restless. Has the old man finally figured out what Tiktok is? You lean over to see what he’s watching. His front camera is on, and it flashes, taking a picture of the both of you.

“Seriously?”

He glances up. “I’m documenting my favorite program here.”

You groan, grabbing a pillow nearby and throwing it at him. He catches it with ease.

“Delete that,” you whine. “I look awful.”

“How else am I supposed to remember this exciting time we spent together?”

“Couldn’t you be normal and just—just go on social media or something?”

He blinks at you innocently—or as innocent as his perpetually devious face could manage. “Why don’t you show me what that is?”

Akira certainly has ways of demanding your attention.

iv. WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

tw: nsfw

“I love you,” Akira groans, trailing sloppy kisses down your neck.

“You feel so good,” he mutters, his hips rocking against yours, his hands pinning yours to the bedframe. He’s frenzied, his hands roaming the soft give of you, wanting to feel every part of you.

“Wanna—wanna make you mine,” he grunts, sealing his fate with a kiss, stilling as he spills his warmth inside you. You’re locked together, your legs tangled for what seems an eternity.

Akira finally reclines back, and you shift with him.

These nights always seem infinite. When Akira murmurs sweet nothings and your body latches onto them, the heat of his promises diffusing into your skin until the morning comes.

“I wanna get stronger for you,” he tells you, gripping your hand in his. “I need to.”’

“You’re already strong.” You squeeze his hand in yours, and his lips twitch upwards.

He props himself up on his elbow, staring at you intently. Then he’s caging your body into the bed, pressing his forehead into your shoulder, the warmth of his breath coming in a rush against your skin.

“Not strong enough to handle the thought of losing you.”

v. GIFTS

tw: also gets lightly nsfw

Akira’s tried and true method is flowers. Whenever you’re mad at him, or whenever you’ve had a bad day at work, he’ll show up with a bouquet, just for you. Maybe it’s something he picked up from watching too many cliché romance movies, or maybe it’s a method he learned from watching Miki’s parents’ disputes.

He clicks his tongue, setting down his phone. He’s not sure how every single flower shop in the area is closed, but they’re not an option at the moment. He peers at the neighbor’s house, at the array of flowers blooming across her lawn. Maybe he could ask nicely…

When you get home earlier than usual, you’re surprised to see a box of chocolates on the counter, along with a note.

Sorry for being an idiot.

You snort, popping the lid open and a chocolate into your mouth, humming as the sweet taste spreads across your tongue. The door opens and shuts behind you, along with a rushed exclamation.

“Y-you’re back early.”

Akira’s covered in dirt, a bundle of flowers clenched in his hands.

“This is—this is for you,” he says, holding out the flowers to you. “Shit, I don’t have a vase or anything…”

“What happened to you?” you ask, biting back your mirth.

“The old woman across the street said I could take these if I helped her with gardening, but it took way longer than I thought. And then she kept trying to invite me in, or or ask if I wanted to get dinner with her, but...”

You laugh, plucking the flowers from him. “I think we have a vase somewhere.”

“Wait,” he says, gripping your wrist. “Are you still—are we—” You raise a brow. “I’m sorry!”

“I’m not mad, you know that, right?”

He stares at you, baffled. “But you wouldn’t even talk to me this morning.”

“I was running late. In a rush. Besides…” You step closer to him, rubbing at a splotch of dirt on his cheek. “Seeing how far you went for these? How could I stay mad?”

He entwines his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. “I’m glad.” He sniffles. The two of you stay like that for several beats, until you tug at his shirt.

“We need to get you out of this.”

He looks down at you, raising a brow. “Because it’s filthy,” you clarify.

“Why?” He smirks. “Don’t want me to rub off on you?” he asks, nudging his hips against yours.

“Looks like I already did,” he notes, eyeing your stained white shirt. “Why don’t we both clean up in the shower?” He waggles his brow.

As expected, the two of you end up getting down and even dirtier in the shower.

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