#source; angel devil

[abyss-boxes]

hello! hope you all are well :3

may we please request:

“this system has lots of introjects, but it doesnt make them any less valid”

“this system has dsmp introjects and LOVES THEM DEARLY” / same thing w no caps

“this system’s host is an introject”

“this system’s host is a c!tommy introject from the dsmp”

“this system’s host is an angel devil introject from chainsaw man”

“this system splits frequently”

“this system had lots of introjects”

pretty please :3 sorry if this is too many at once </3

[TEXT ID 1: “This systems host is an angel devil introject from chainsaw man”]

[TEXT ID 2/3/4:” This systems host is a c!tommy introject from the dsmp“]

[TEXT ID 5:” This system has dsmp introjects and loves them dearly“]

[TEXT ID 6:” This system has dsmp introjects and LOVES THEM DEARLY“]

Others HERE, ENJOY!!!! :3

REBLOGS OVER LIKES

Credit appreciated but not required!!

[confusedyetamused]

TUMBLR I NEED YOUR HELP! I have been searching for the SOURCE of this image for MONTHS on end. This picture seems to lead to a bunch of DEAD ENDS like a RANDOM ONLYFANS FEMBOY who uses it as his pfp and a WALLPAPER THAT HAS BEEN REPOSTED COUNTLESS TIMES ON PINTREST (as pictured).

However I first found the picture from THIS particular screenshot

As you can see, the image looks as if it ORIGINATES FROM SOME SORT OF FANCOMIC/FANART! All attempts to actually *find* this fancomic have lead me and my friends to dead ends. It is highly imperative to my SANITY that the source for this image be found as I have looked high and low for it and am at the end of my rope! please!!!!!!!! help me!!!!!!

[what-the-wound-remembers]

"A Devil With An Angel's Face", Shinji Ihara, 2015

[strawberryvanillablast]

Giorno's brain when seeing puppies

~ Inside Giorno's brain ~

Devil Giorno: Dang it! When are Mista and Narancia coming over here?

Angel Giorno: Patience, patience. We have to hide until they come over. In the meantime, let's remain hidden here.

~ In the real world ~

Giorno: *startled by puppies whining* Huh?

Puppies: *happy whining and wanting attention*

~ Inside Giorno's brain ~

Haruno: Look! Look! Puppies! *reaching out for brain cell*

Gold Experience Requiem: *gently holds Haruno back* Easy, Haru, easy. We need to be in hiding. Right, you two-

Angel Giorno: Awww, look at the little angels!

Devil Giorno: Get the camera, JoJo! GET THE CAMERA.

Angel Giorno: Shh. I have it, I have it. Come here, babies! Come here!

Devil Giorno: You're too far away! Get close ups of the darling pooches!

Angel Giorno: I will, I will!

Devil Giorno: Fine, let's get closer to them!

Angel Giorno: Okay, say cheese, sweet little angels!

Gold Experience Requiem: Er, guys?

Angel Giorno and Devil Giorno: Yeah?

~ In the real world ~

Giorno: *looks up to see Mista and Narancia looking at him, confused as heck*

Giorno: . . .

~ Inside Giorno's brain ~

Devil Giorno: Dang, I'm dumb.

Angel Giorno: I'm such an idiot.

Haruno: Who cares?! There were puppies and they were adorable!

@mrsgiovanna

[llakixangell]

Aki: I asked Angel out. 
Denji: Oh, I’m sorry. 
Aki: Why? 
Denji: Well, I assume he said no. 
Aki: No, he said yes. 
Denji: Really? Then I’m sorry for him.

[find-a-canonmate]

hey, i'm Angel Devil from Chainsaw Man. i'm looking for Aki Hayakawa, but others are welcome as well. i'm 23, so adults only.

Good luck, Angel!

[kitsunedevil]

Canon call for Aki Hayakawa. I'm an Angel Devil fictive. 21+ only, please. Bonus points if you're local! Message me here or @ angelusdiaboli

[bbigmood]

🎶 when the big one finds you may this song remind you that they don’t serve breakfast in hell! 🎼

[explorastro]

ASTRO DEGREES THEORY : #3

0° : Nothingness, emptiness, the void, the fate of everything that is material in this space time

1/13/25° : God, the Devil, the Source, Universe, World, Individuality

2/14/26° : Duality, polarity, binary, binaural, every pairs of the body, the sexuality

3/15/27° : Trinity, simplest family, past/present and future, human and sky/earth, the modalities

4/16/28° : The basis, the space, the matrix, the space time, the elements

5/17/29° : the pyramids of pharaohs, Aztecs, Mayas, the quintessence, magnum opus

6/18° : the perfection of cycles, the atomic number of carbon, the number of the beast, Star of David

7/19° : Jesus, seals/angels/trumpets/churches of apocalypse, skies of the firmament, days of creation

8/20° : The mirror of creation/destruction, the immortality, eternity, transcendentality, Dharma, chessboard

9/21° : the universality, the liberty, human’s gestation, Dante’s hell

10/22° : The time, the space time, mathematics, equations

11/23° : Omens, synchronicities, Mandela’s effect, worlds events

12/24° : the consciousness, the disciples of Jesus, Cannabis, alcool, psychedelics, mysticism, theosophy.

[strawberryvanillablast]

- Inside Giorno's brain -

Devil Giorno: See? One day, you're gonna look back on this and laugh!

Angel Giorno:

Angel Giorno: I assure you, for the rest of our lives, every time I look back on this, I will personally come over there and smack you!

@mrsgiovanna

[llakixangell]

Angel: I’m gonna go to sleep.

Aki: It’s noon???

Angel: Time isn’t real.

[localdumbitch]

Updated Polyamory in Movies/TV

in 2022, I made this https://www.tumblr.com/localdumbitch/703497437443211264/polyamory-in-media?source=share

3 years later, here's the current list:

You me her (good)

Sense8 (good)

Amorous/Hide & Seek (really good, one of my faves)

Siren (acceptable)

Fling (a classic, but bad ending)

Professor Marston & the Wonder Women (acceptable, we deserve this type of genre film)

Normal Adolescent Behavior (complicated but good, ending sucked)

Two in the Bush (good)

Trigonometry (really good)

The Bastard Son & the Devil Himself (really good, we were robbed w the cancellation)

Ma Belle, My beauty (boring but watch)

Lost Girl (good until its not good but still watch)

Gossip Girl reboot (um complicated as in the show is bad but the throuple is cute… ends Not Great for the throuple tho)

Show Me What You Got (terrible ending, I mean really)

We Are Thr3e (my personal fave)

Blocco 181 (s1 perfect, no notes. S2 big Disappointment, consider yourself warned)

Three of Hearts: A postmodern Family (interesting bc it's a doc about a real poly triad but doesn't have a great ending to their story)

First Blush (acceptable)

All About Them (decent)

Sex of the Angels/Angels of Sex (I really wanted to love it but it was just….meh, the first half is really just the guys falling in love, then the second half is the girl falling in love with guy #2, and the last five mins is all 3 together)

The Mysteries of Pittsburgh (debatably poly but I didn’t hate it? Idk, watch at ur own risk)

Petit mal (honestly not bad, bonus points for being a lesbian throuple based on an irl lesbian throuple. Worth the watch)

Challengers (need I say more)

Before We Grow Old (not good. Waste of time. Anti-polyamorous in many ways)

Poly is the New Monogamy (not rlly all that poly, doubt it will get a s2 but I'd watch it if it did)

Not Watched

Stroking an Animal

Savages

3 Will Be Free

Versailles

The Taste of Betel Nut

Threesome

Bright Night* 

Kiss Me Again

Caprica

The Magicians

Wanderlust

Compersion

Poly People

Threesomething

Reckless*

Love: Augmented

Couple to Throuple

Four Little Adults

Wild Side

3

Family (2008)

Paname

Doctor Odyssey

*need more research

Purposely not included; The Expanse, most animated shows that have a single episode of polyamory (I’m looking at you Futurama), Black Sails, American Horror Story, Fate: The Winx Saga, Avenue 5, Insatiable, The Politician, Bandits, A Strange Affair, Happy (2015), Threesome (2021)

[r0-boat]

Hello! I really like your whb writings, and I wanna request a headcanon?: what would the kings say/do if they saw mc/Ra-On in their clothing? It could be just post sex "there is nothung else clean to wear" or its cold and they give yoy their jacket orrrrrrr classic sneaky I-stole-my-boyfriends-hoodie. I like the last one best. I even bought you a kofi as encouragement.

Hi thank you so much for donating!

I can totally do the classic wearing and stealing boyfriend's clothes!!

Whb Seven Kings react Reader wearing their clothes.

Sfw&Nsfw

Satan

'HOLY FUCK HOW ARE YOU THIS FUCKING CUTE?!'He screams at you as he grips onto something so hard it almost breaks. Warn him next time when you do something cute he's afraid that he might level the entire castle to ground level if you catch him off guard again.

Depending on how small or large you are it doesn't matter Have his shit! You are the only one that can wear it. As other devils fun over how cute you look he will just smile in pride... Before beating the shit out of the devil's looking at you. Maybe if you want He can get you the same clothes that look just like his and you can match! FUCK!! HE'S GOING TO PUNCH A HOLE IN THE WALL JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!!

Every time he gives you his coat it is literally drenched in his super strong ass body spray.... Are all devils this??? Territorial?... Yes yes they are. wearing their clothes and smelling like them means territorial claim.

Mammon

Cute... So cute and small. From a mountain demon like maman no matter what size you wear anything will be huge on you. And that's the way he likes it, his clothes draped over you like sheets.

As much as he enjoys it and believe me he does he'd rather you wear the clothes he bought you instead of the ones he has.... But honestly he doesn't mind he'll like anything you wear that is his.

Though his clothes do not do your beauty just... How about some jewels in pearls? He thinks you will look absolutely stunning glittering and gold and jewels. Suddenly you were trying on his entire wardrobe...

Leviathan

Levi's face may look uninterested but there is an inner turmoil going inside or his heart is pounding so hard but he thinks he might die.

The sight of you in any devil's clothes will drive anyone mad by just the sight alone You're cuteness is the power to level entire continents! You must never ever ever wear any other devil's clothes (except his of course)

Fuck fuck fuck It's so cute He can't take it! He hates how much you're affecting him right now but he can't bring himself to tell you to change He can't bring himself. From now on He will be sending you his own clothes to wear He will even buy extras just in case you decide to wear them again Don't even bother giving them back. If other devils see his clothes draped over you they'll think twice.

Beelzebub

His smile just widens and suddenly for the entire day he can't keep his hands off you. If you think he was bad before oh buddy he was practically fondling you in public.

Other than that he's just normal Beelzebub However the true fun starts when you give them back...

Burying his nose into the fabric he slowly stroking his cock. He might have discovered something new about himself... Who knew the smell of your clothes will get them this worked up. Usually he'd rather sample from the source... But this... This is far more arousing than anything he could have predicted.

Lucifer

"Hm..."Is all he says. And honestly that is a huge compliment. He will now find any excuse to get you in those clothes.

Does he find it attractive? Of course he does any animal would be draped in one's scent and coat it is part of biology. Angels are not as territorial as devils but angels are fiercely loyal and devoted almost borderline worship and he is both of those.

On the inside hidden by his poker face His thoughts are plagued of what he saw this morning.

Belphegor

There is nothing in this world that's better. Then cute human in your clothes sleeping in your bed warming it up for you. You're giving him all he wants and more why must you tempt him...

You're tempting him to bed more than the devil of sloth himself... You should be ashamed.

His clothes are already soft and comfortable. And you worn it enough to make it smell like you. You're soft body mixed with your scent he just wants to *snoooore*

Asmodeus

Asmodeus is barely wears anything You probably just got out the shower or something and had nothing else but his cloth to drape over... Or maybe you're just seduced by your curiosity wanting to know how comfortable the fabric really is for a man to wear it all the time and just that for that matter.

Once he saw you the wide-eyed look on your face made you shudder in fear?? Arousal?? You're not sure honestly.

His look darkens as he snarls, "Honey, if you don't take it off, I will rip that off you. You will not leave this bed until You are drenched in my cum and scent. "

[respectthepetty]

The Lighting Department is Top Form

Even though the show didn't give Johnny the fate I think he deserved, I appreciate that Jin walked into the play at the exact moment Johnny's character was begging for his life surrounded by (Akin's) blue.

Because the theater was made up of Johnny's red and Jin's green, as if it was battle between them for Akin.

Then, in the play, Akin's character lost the fight to Johnny's character surrounded by Johnny's red.

However, in the play, Akin's character, in blue, tells Johnny's character, who is in red, that "Revenge solves nothing; it only deepens the wound" and if we hold onto our anger, we "will carry the weight of hatred forever" with the tiniest barrier between them.

And we see Akin surrounded, once again, by his blue as he tearfully looks at Jin.

And Jin sees the light. This message is to him. His hatred for Johnny is clouding his love for Akin.

So even though there are clear barriers between Johnny and Jin, he asks to sit down and chat with him.

And for such a dark bar, the lighting is actually quite bright.

Until the exact moment Jin stops bullshitting with Johnny, and subtly threatens him. Jin becomes dark.

And although he lightens up as he leaves to see Akin, he looks at Johnny with an air of darkness remaining and basically tells him he is "lucky" to be working with Akin because that is the only thing saving him. He is telling Johnny that he is not ruining Johnny's entire fucking life because that would mean Akin's play would have issues.

Then, Jin steps completely into the darkness and tells Johnny that if he does it again, he "won't let him go next time."

Jin will be the darkness for Akin, who has been sitting in his own dark hole since Jin left him in the parking garage.

So when Jin shows up at Akin's apartment, Akin is sitting in darkness ready to break it off with Jin.

But once Jin tells him that he has nothing to apologize for and has him listen to what Johnny said, Akin's world brightens.

And Akin is back in his color.

Jin is a chill Green Guy for Akin who will always brighten his world.

But he has proven several times that he is capable of much worse when pushed.

Which is why I love the angel wings. I know they are carryover from the source material, but they work even better here knowing just how dark Jin can get so it feels like Jin is only an angel for Akin because even his darkness is what Akin needs.

And he will be the constant barrier between Johnny and Akin there to remind Johnny of what he promised him at that bar — that would be the first and last time he messed with Akin.

So even though the narrative seems to have forgiven the "Ass," (Donkey), the lighting department wasn't so easy on him because the threat of Jin is clear as the darkness surrounds him.

Akin wrote to his grandmother on blue paper about how much he loves Jin. He wrote it in his color that he found the person who makes his world complete.

Because when Jin whispers in Akin's ear, there is light in his words compared to when he threatened Johnny in that bar.

And he'll always be there to take care of his drunk boyfriend.

So Jin is Akin's angel because he is more than willing to be the devil to everyone else.

Jin isn't a golden retriever.

He's a hellhound.

[shanastoryteller]

SHANA HAVE YOU SEEN ARCANE? IF NOT GO DO THAT AND JOIN ME IN MY INSANITY WITH JAYVIK. Otherwise its dealers choice and some happy valentines chocolates for you 💕💋

Castiel has gone rogue, has torn down the wall keeping the cage at bay, and Dean is going to have to face him alone if Sam can’t figure out how to get out of his own head.

Absorbing the memories of what he’d done when he’d been soulless had hurt. To know that any version of him was capable of that kind of callousness, of the kind of ruthless efficiency he’d always turned up his nose at, was a blow.

But absorbing the memories of the cage may very well kill him. Everyone seems to expect it to, if it doesn’t drive him outright insane. It’s likely the most he can hope for is that it leaves him cationic, that he stays in this safe little place in his mind that Lucifer can’t touch and leave the rest of the world to rot. He already destroyed himself to save it once, why should he have to go through that again?

For the same reason he did it the first time.

The world still has Dean in it. He can’t leave his brother to suffer if there’s anything he can do about it.

When he finds across the version of himself that knows the cage, he has to clamp down on the urge to tremble. He’s standing there, half hidden in shadow, leaning against the wall like he can’t hold up his own weight.

He’s covered head to toe in blood.

“Hey,” he says then swallows. Soulless had been aggressive, had been angry, hadn’t hesitated to engage with him. Cage seems like he can barely keep breathing.

It’ll make him easy to kill, easy to reintegrate, but he doesn’t know what that will leave him as when he’s done.

Just killing the guy after everything he’s been though doesn’t seem right. He licks his lips. “Look, I don’t know how aware you are of everything that’s going on, but I – we – I mean.” He swallows. “Dean’s in trouble and I can’t help him without remembering. Everything. And I know I’m not strong enough to deal with everything you’ve delt with-”

“Why do you say that?”

Sam startled. Cage’s voice is raspy, but not weak. There’s no fear, no tears, just simple curiosity. “I – what?”

“Why do you say that?” Cage repeats.

“I,” he thinks back on Soulless’s memories, of how he’d been on board with getting his soul back up until he’d found out what it would do to him, of how they’d described the tattered remains of who he used to be. “They said it would destroy me. You don’t – you don’t look to be in great shape.”

Cage shrugs. “People have always underestimated us, Sam. You know that. They didn’t think we’d be able to take control of Lucifer and we did that.”

“What?” he laughs incredulously. “It was just a hunky dory time in there with Lucifer? You look like shit.”

“And you think Lucifer did this to us?” Cage smiles, Sam can see the white of his teeth against his blood covered face. It should be disturbing, a sign of a cracked mind, a cracked soul, but it just looks like a normal smile. “You know us. You know us better than I do at this point. When have we ever stopped fighting?”

“We fought the devil,” he says flatly. “In the cage.”

“Do you know what powers angel’s grace? Demon’s abilities?” he asks.

Sam shakes his head.

“Human souls,” he says. “It’s the greatest source of power on any of the three planes. And if you know Enochian, you can harness that same power. It took a while, but eventually we learned.” He tilts his head to the side. “I won’t lie, Sam. Lucifer put us through things that no person should experience, a type of hell that broke us more than once. But we were in that cage a long, long time. Souls heal. Grace disconnected from heaven just runs out. I’m thankful to be out, but given a few more centuries, well. Lucifer wouldn’t just be in the cage. He’d be gone.”

Sam doesn’t understand, doesn’t believe it. “So you used your own soul to fight the devil? With the angel’s language? That’s–”

“What did we have to lose?” Cage interrupts. “Michael and Lucifer distracted each other occasionally, and Michael keeps Adam unaware. All we had was fighting and surviving. If we could kill Lucifer for good, what did it matter what state it left our soul in?”

“Then why hide?” he challenges. “Death and Castiel put you away. Why hide even now? If it’s not that bad, why let yourself be walled away?”

“It is that bad,” Cage says softly. “You’re just that strong.”

Sam swallows.

He used to believe that about himself.

“I’ve spent centuries in the cage,” he says. “Some days I barely remember life on Earth. I’ve changed. I had no reason not to.” He looks away for the first time. “I did it for Dean. I never forgot that. And Dean got me out, he saved me, but,” he meets Sam’s eyes. “I remember what it was like to have Dean look at me like he didn’t recognize me. I didn’t want to go through that again. You, he knew. You, he recognized. I thought it was better. You didn’t need the person you became in the cage once we were out of it and I wanted,” he cuts himself off again.

It's okay.

Sam knows.

“You wanted to be someone Dean would be willing to sell his soul for,” Sam says.

He’d never wanted what Dean did, but he’s always felt crushed under the weight of being worthy of it, of the loss and fear when he felt he wasn’t. It’s such a fucked up metric to measure love against, if someone would be willing to go to hell for you, but Dean’s the one who set it. He’s just following suit.

He’d do anything for Dean.

“Dean needs our help,” Sam says. “Castiel-”

“I know,” Cage says. “Even a juiced up Cas isn’t Lucifer. We’ll be able to take care of him. You need to know what I know and there’s no way to teach you Enochian without everything you had to go through to learn it. I’m sorry.”

“We’ve got a year of fresh memories,” he says. “A year of our life on earth front and center. It’ll help. They won’t feel so far away from us after.”

Dean will still love them after.

“You hope,” Cage scoffs.

Sam smiles and lifts a shoulder in a half shrug. “Yeah. It’s all we’ve ever had, right?”

Cage smiles again, pushing off the wall to stumble forward. Sam catches him when his knees buckle, looking into his own face, his own eyes. They are different. But not unfamiliar.

Souls heal. Whatever Lucifer did to him, whatever he did to himself in there, it’s not irreversible. There’s a difference between scarred and bleeding.

“You’re going to be okay,” Cage says, offering him a knife that Sam hadn’t even noticed him carrying. “You can do this.”

Sam swallows, giving a nod before taking the hilt and plunging it into Cage’s chest. He holds him through it, hearing the wet gasp against his hear. “Yes,” he says softly. “We can.”

When he opens his eyes in the panic room, all versions of him settled into one, into just Sam, he doesn’t waste time mourning the people he used to be.

Dean needs him.

[chuellas]

Thursday | T is for Temperature Play

⤷ Ft. Fyodor Dostoevsky

V. A. L. E. N. T. I. N. E.

Warnings | Fem!Reader, N.SFW, 18+ only, use of the name “Dear”, temp play, candle wax, fingering, orgasm denial, sacrilege, religious themes, reader grew up catholic, WC: 1.6k

A/N | Man, this woulda been so good to post on Thursday. A missed opportunity. Also I got just a weeeee bit carried away with this one sjdjkaksjajd 🙈

You let out a sharp whine when his fingers are removed from you for the fifth time now and you feel like you could burst at the seams at any moment now, but that still isn’t enough for you to admit your faults.

Fyodor was kind enough to let you roam the castle that the Decay of Angels were vacating before completely moving on to Japan for the final phases of his so-called pilgrimage. He never called it that of course, it’s what you refer to this whole plot as because you know it drives him up the wall. Most of this plan bored you to tears, but you’ve found pushing Fyodor Dostoevsky’s buttons to be peak entertainment in the mundane work you’ve been tasked with. While Nikolai was scouting and Sigma was running a whole casino in the sky, you were stuck at Fyodor’s side doing all the arranging and organizing and phone calls. You often feel like a damn secretary.

Tonight has been no different than the rest, other than you stumbling upon the Demon himself kneeling before an altar with his hands clasped, praying. You always thought that moniker was inaccurate. Fyodor wasn’t a demon, he was more akin to the first angel to fall from grace — The Devil himself. Undeniably beautiful, but with something dark lurking just beneath the surface.

You observed him for a few moments, truly caught off guard by just how beautiful the usually aloof man looked with the candlelight dancing across his relaxed features. It made him look much younger than you assume he really is. You thought again how the devil to his core was nothing more than a fallen angel. 

The peaceful atmosphere almost made you think twice about interrupting. Almost.

You didn’t outwardly interrupt at first. You entered quietly and respectfully kneeled next to the man. He didn’t even flinch at the sudden company and you almost pouted at the fact that you had such little effect on him — at least that’s what you thought. But then you notice the way his eyelashes subtly flutter when you “accidentally” brush against him. 

You smile to yourself slyly, you really hadn’t planned on bothering him tonight. Really. You were content with just exploring, but this was too good of an opportunity to pass up. 

Your eyes, which had previously been closed to pray along with the Russian, peeked open to eye him. It took you by surprise when you found Fyodor staring back at you, abandoning whatever prayers he had previously been reciting in his head. Your lips parted to speak but he beat you to the punch.

“I can practically hear those wheels in your head turning. I’ve been able to forgive your little…games up until now, but you’ve interrupted my time with God. I don’t think I can continue to be so forgiving, Dear.” His words had set your skin ablaze with excitement.

But now? Now you’re starting to regret interrupting him. However, you still refuse to admit to it and that’s how you find yourself with yet another denied orgasm. 

You watch with teary eyes as the man reaches over to grab one of the lit candles at the altar that’s doubling as this room's only source of light. Your pulse quickens as your foggy brain slowly puts together what Fyodor plans on doing with the candle. Another wave of excitement washes over you when the burning candles tips ever so slightly and a drop of hot wax lands on your bare stomach.

You shudder at the sensation and Fyodor watches your reaction closely, head tilted as he lets another few drops follow the first one. “Such a filthy thing you are. I must say, I wasn’t expecting a reaction like that. Are you still not ready to admit your sins?”

You’re not sure if you were meant to answer but all hope of that happening is lost when the pious man pushes his middle and ring finger into your leaking entrance. This would be number five? No. Number six. You wonder how long he’s willing to keep this up. You were sure that you could outlast him, but now? You’re doubting your own resilience. 

Fyodor’s patience has to be waning — vaguely noticing his fingers drag in and out of you at a faster pace than they had previously. 

You don’t have much time to dwell on the thought because now that he knows you’re not shy to the feeling, he pours more wax on your skin, this time on your thigh. Your head falls back and you arch off the cold ground. A strangled moan pushes its way past your lips.

The tingling on your skin from the hot wax is delicious, it’s a certain sensation that has your head going fuzzy again. “Fedya, please…”

Your plea goes ignored, he knows that you’re well aware of what he wants and that’s not it. His fingers are skilled and he works your insides like that gorgeous cello he likes to pick up and play from time to time. Plucking at your delicate walls, rubbing that sweet spot that makes you preen in his hold. 

Your mouth falls open but no noise follows, everything catching in your throat as you reach near release for the sixth time. 

And just like every other time, you’re curtly denied that sweet release. This time when your lips part a sob falls out and your whole body jerks. Your eyes are wild when you lift your head to look at the Demon himself. His eyes are dropped lazily and he wears a grin that makes your skin prickle in annoyance.

He’s enjoying this. He’s completely content with watching you squirm and cry. Suddenly you're hit with a realization that he’s expecting you to continue to fight him on admitting your fault. Banking on that stubbornness of yours to prevail and stretch this out further than it really needs to go. You think it already has and you consider finally giving in. 

Your thoughts are interrupted as you let out a hiss when more wax is poured onto your breast. You look up at Fyodor with sharp eyes as he clicks his tongue at you. “Your mind was wondering again. I wonder…Where did you go, hmm?”

His tone is light and almost teasing, something you’ve never experienced from the usually serious and intense man. That was all you needed to know that he is, in fact, having fun with you. Now you have to decide if you want to ruin this little game he’s playing, or let him have his fun. 

“My Dear, I asked you a question. It’s not polite to ignore someone.” He pours more wax on your other breast and trails it down your stomach. 

Your breath hitches again and before you can answer him, his fingers are prodding at your entrance once again. You let out a gasp when he adds a third finger. Your vision blurs and you swear you see stars. The stretch of a third finger being added is so delicious it makes every sense fuzzy. You let out a whine as your fingers dig into the antique rug laid underneath you.

“I was…Was considering giving a confession…” You let out a string of curses when his fingers speed up once again, a reaction you weren’t expecting.

You finally get it, there was no winning for you in terms of your pride. Either you stick to being stubborn and not admitting to doing anything wrong but continue to be denied any form of release or you find release at the expense of admitting to interrupting him on purpose. Either way, you were making a fool of yourself at his hands. At least if you give in you can find release.

“Were you now? How pleasant, I wasn’t particularly looking forward to this continued torture. It seemed too hard on you.” The bastard grins at you and you have half a mind to rescind your defeat, but then his thumb is brushing over your clit and you gasp at just how sensitive you are. “You grew up in a catholic orphanage, no?”

You can only muster a nod and it seems to be enough for him. “Good, then you’re familiar with the Act of Contrition prayer? Recite that correctly and I’ll give you the release I’ve been denying you for so long.”

He has to be joking. But just as you think that, his fingers slow and he gives you a pointed look as he dribbles wax across your collarbone. He’s not joking, he’s dead serious. 

Through your mind fog, you manage to stumble through the prayer, gasping every time he interrupts you with more hot wax. His own form of twisted irony for you having interrupted his worshipping hour, you’re sure. Once you utter the word “amen” Fyodor stays true to his word. His fingers quicken in pace and his thumb rubs circles into your clit.

It’s almost embarrassing how in a matter of seconds you're crying out his name and finally cumming hard after the numerous times you were denied. Your nails scratch at the rug and your body forms a high arch. Something doesn’t feel right as Fyodor continues to help you ride out your orgasm. Your hands are reaching out to claw at his arm but it’s too late, you flood his hand and the rug with your juices, squirting and making a complete mess.

Fyodor finally slows down when you go limp and clicks his tongue again. “What a mess…”

You weakly hum at his disapproval and try to sit up but he stops you. 

“No. I’m not done with you.”