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Meditation: Do you know the joy, peace, and freedom which God offers to those who trust in him and obey his word? God sent his Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, to bring us God's kingdom of righteousness, peace, and joy in the Holy Spirit (Romans 14:17). Jesus came to rescue us from our sinful pride and slavery to sin. He came to rescue us from Satan's snares and the clutches of hell, and to free us from the world's temptation to empty glory and lust for greed and power. Only Jesus can truly set us free and reconcile us with God - every other way falls short of God's plan to save and deliver us from death, corruption, and sin.

Why did the religious authorities reject Jesus's offer of freedom, forgiveness, and new life in the kingdom of God? Despite Jesus' numerous signs and miracles, the Jewish authorities could not accept his claim to speak and act in the name of his heavenly Father. They were blinded by their misguided ideas of how the Messiah would restore Israel and rule the earth. And Jesus revealed to them how Satan had led them into temptation - both to reject him as the Messiah and to thwart his claim by killing him.

Jesus met their opposition and hostility with courage and determination to do his Father's will. He willingly embraced the cross in order to destroy the works of Satan and to save both Jews and Gentiles through his atoning sacrifice for the sin of the world. Jesus shows us the way to the kingdom of God - through faith and obedience to God's word and will for our lives. To be a follower and disciple of the Lord Jesus requires faith and obedience - they are two sides of the same coin. The word disciple literally means one who learns from the Master and who listens to the voice of the Teacher. And the word for obedience literally means to listen under and be subordinate to the one who has rightful authority to teach and command what is just and true.

The free gift of faith

How can we grow in faith and discipleship - by faithfully following the Lord and obeying his word. Faith is a free supernatural gift of God. It is more than just a belief in the truths of God. It is first and foremost a personal relationship of trust and obedience to the Lord and his word. The Lord is worthy of our complete trust and wholehearted devotion because he is utterly reliable, just and true, and he is faithful to his word. That is why we can entrust our lives to him and submit to him without reservation.

God does not leave us in the dark or remain distant and silent. He reveals himself to all who earnestly seek him and hunger for his truth. God, in fact, first seeks us out and draws us to himself. We could not find him if he did not first seek to reveal himself to us. That is why we need to respond to God's gracious gift of invitation with an open and receptive heart that wants to listen, learn, and receive what God wishes to give us. Saint Augustine of Hippo (354-430 AD) said, "I believe, in order to understand - and I understand, the better to believe" (Sermon 43:7,9).

The test of faith

In the Old Testament Book of Daniel we see a remarkable example of faith being put to the test in the midst of trial and adversity. When Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, the three young companions of Daniel, were commanded by the king of Persia to bow down and submit to the pagan idols of his nation, they unhesitatingly said, "We will not serve your gods or worship the golden image which you have set up" (Daniel 3:18). They knew God's command, "Do not worship false idols"(Exodus 20:3-6; Deuteronomy 12:29-31). They decided it was far better to obey God and entrust their lives to him rather than give in to the threats of others. God gave them courage to take a bold stand for their faith. They willingly accepted the King's punishment as they were bound and thrown into a burning fiery furnace.

Daniel tells us how God was very present to these three young men as they proclaimed their faith in him. God showed his presence to the three men and walked with them in the fiery furnace. As a remarkable sign of God's power to the pagan rulers of Persia, God kept the three men from harm and delivered them from death (Daniel 3:25,28). Do you trust in God to give you his help and strength when your faith is put to the test?

True and false sources of identity

The scribes and Pharisees, who were the religious authorities of the Jews, questioned Jesus' authority to speak and act in God's name. They questioned Jesus' claim to forgive sins and to set people free from slavery to sin. They understood that only God had power to forgive sins and to release people from their burden of guilt and shame. They refused to accept that Jesus' authority was given to him by his Father in heaven. Jesus tells them that they think evil of him and desire to kill him because they are under the influence and power of the "father of lies" who is opposed to the one true Father and Creator who made us in his image and likeness (Genesis 1:26-27).

Jesus explains that he is speaking of two different senses of "fatherhood". The first is a physical identity through natural fatherhood. And the second and more significant identity is a self-chosen one that is the result of being led and formed in a moral way of thinking and living one's life that has been shaped through the example, words, and influence of someone we are consciously or unconsciously following and imitating.

We do not grow or learn in a vacuum. We are shaped for better or for worse by those we choose to imitate and follow. Sin leads us away from God's truth and the help he gives us to follow him. Slavery to sin is ultimately rooted in the father of lies (John 8:44), whom Scripture calls the devil (Luke 4:1) and Satan (Luke 10:18), the ruler of this present world who is opposed to God (John 12:31; 2 Corinthians 4:4).

True freedom comes from God

The freedom which Jesus offers his followers is freedom from the power of sin, Satan, and the worldly influence of those who oppose God and his ways. We are powerless to set ourselves free from bondage to Satan, sin, and death (Romans 3:23; 5:6). That is why the Lord Jesus took our sins upon himself and nailed them to the cross (1 Peter 2:24; Isaiah 53:5-6; Colossians 2:14). His death on the cross has won victory and pardon for us, and peace with God. Through Jesus' sacrifice we are not only forgiven and reconciled with God - we become the adopted sons and daughters of God (Romans 8:14-16). We can call God our Father because the Lord Jesus has reconciled us and redeemed us from slavery to sin and Satan.

A redeemed slave is not entirely free until all of his chains and weights have been broken and destroyed. The Lord Jesus alone has the power to release us from every chain and burden that would keep us in bondage to sinful habits and hurtful desires. Are there any chains - any sinful patterns, harmful attitudes, and addictive behavior - that you need to be released from? Allow the Lord Jesus to unbind you and bring you healing, pardon, and freedom to walk in his way of love and truth. The Lord Jesus sets us free from slavery to our own selfishness and sinful desires in order to set us free for a joy-filled life of love and service for his kingdom. Paul the Apostle reminds us that Christ has won freedom for each one of us - not to serve ourselves or do as we please - but rather to please the Lord and to serve our neighbors in love for their sake (Galatians 5:1,13). Do you accept and believe Christ's word of truth, love, and freedom for your life?

"Lord Jesus, write your words of love and truth upon my heart and make me a diligent student and a worthy disciple of your word."

fathered free

“ ‘We are descendants of Abraham,’ was their answer. ‘Never have we been slaves to anyone. What do You mean by saying, “You will be free” ?’ ” —John 8:33

Lent is an imitation of Jesus in His fasting forty days in the desert and overcoming the temptations from Satan. Satan tempted Jesus to doubt that He was the beloved Son of God the Father (see Mt 3:17; 4:3, 6). If Satan can cause us to doubt our Father’s love for us, then he can manipulate us through bribery or intimidation. If we doubt our Father’s love, then Satan can seduce us to sin and take away our freedom, for “everyone who lives in sin is the slave of sin” (Jn 8:34).

When Jesus proclaimed to the Jews that He would free them, they connected freedom with fatherhood. They said they were already free because Abraham and God were their fathers (Jn 8:39, 41). Jesus agreed with the Jews that freedom was based on being begotten of a free father. (We are fathered into freedom.) However, Jesus denied that the Jews had practically accepted Abraham as their father. We should act like our fathers, and they didn’t act like Abraham (Jn 8:39-40). Jesus also denied that the Jews had practically accepted God as their Father; if they had, the Jews would have loved Jesus as the Father loved Him (Jn 8:42).

Freedom is a matter of fatherhood — not only of factual fatherhood, but practical fatherhood.

Prayer: Father, set me free from my addictions as I trust in You.

Promise: “If the Son frees you, you will really be free.” —Jn 8:36

Praise: David fasts twice a week in penance and in petition for abortionists.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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black magic [02]

request. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife) + sukuna’s first time with his wife

cw. slight angst, insecurities, lots of making out, virginity loss, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, sukuna worships reader, spitting, cum eating, teasing! sukuna, face-off kamasutra position, soft dom! sukuna, unedited fic, pwp

song inspo. leave the door open (bruno mars)

note. i want a husband sukuna

part one | part two

Sukuna gently takes your palm into his, soft and warm lips meeting your bruised knuckles that have seen years of hard work in exorcising curses like him. Uncanny that he showed so much affection to his enemy by nature, treating you with such care and tenderness that shouldn’t have been so possible for an evil creature like him. You’re supposed to love it, be grateful for it, yet his sweet gestures only irritate you, even more so when he retires to bed just like that without even so much sparing a glance your way.

You’ve been married for a year now that you’ve had enough of his confusing gestures towards you. One moment, he was showering you with love, regarding you like you were the light of his life before he’s walking away the next moment and pretending you don’t exist.

He was so infuriating. He would kiss you and hold you, but never touch you or be in the same room with you any longer than an hour. Even in bed, he’s always making sure his back is turned to you, peeling your arms off of him each time you attempt to cuddle him on times it got too cold. It hurts and dwells dangerously at the back of your mind – it would’ve been better if he got angry at you and announced he despised you, but he never did – that his hot and cold nature bothered you more than anything else.

You’ve eventually had enough that you just stopped caring. Barging in during his bath time, your nostrils flare upon seeing your husband so relaxed in the tub. Even after a year of marriage, he’s so unaffected and unaware by your need for him.

He really doesn’t care.

“Little one,” Sukuna blinks as he sits up from the tub, strong arms hanging off the edges of the bed. You admit; he really was beautiful and a desirable man that you couldn’t help it, couldn’t help but crave the one thing you knew you weren’t supposed to have. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you not want me?” you suddenly demand, tears already streaming down your face faster than you would like. Hell, you never wanted to cry in the first place. “Am I not desirable enough for you?”

Sukuna chuckles nervously.

Oh, great, now he’s nervous around you?

“What are you going on about?”

“Don’t act like I don’t know what you’re doing,” you snap, “Every time we go to bed, you always put some distance between us and keep to your side of the bed. You push me away when I try to reach for you and you never touch me or kiss me on the lips. I-I understand this marriage was against your will, but I’m still your wife and I need you, okay?” chest tightening uncomfortably, you place a hand over your poor, aching heart that is further crippled when Sukuna’s face falls. “I just feel like...you’re sickened by me, like you cannot stand to be with me in the same room as me. It makes me feel like...it would’ve been better if I wasn’t here.”

You don’t know what kind of response you’re expecting from him after your outburst, but definitely not him standing up to loom over you. You respectfully avert your eyes from the sinful image of water dripping down his defined body, but it’s too late and he’s too close already that you won’t be surprised if he can hear your heartbeat pumping frantically.

He was large and imposing, truly a terrifying sight right before you especially with his tattoos that trail and wrap all around his muscular thighs, yet you’re not nervous because he could hurt you.

Rather, you’re agitated because he’s so close, so within reach that if you step a little closer, you could easily find the warmth you’ve been dreaming of for so long.

You’re frustrated because you want him though you shouldn’t.

Just then, Sukuna caresses your cheek and pulls the both of you back in the tub with you above him, and him lazily grinning above you. You gasp, abashed, that your clothes were soaked to the brim and it stuck close to your damp skin until it took the shape of your silhouette. Sukuna, on the other hand, is completely unbothered as he eyes your pebbled nipples poking through the thin material of your nightgown and simply drags you forward on his thighs.

“S-Sukuna—”

“You really have no idea, do you?” he whispers lowly, his long claws carefully tracing down the sides of your jaw. “My innocent, little lamb...the reason I distance myself from you is because every waking day that you are right beside me, my self-restraint thins, and I’m not sure I can hold back a little longer from you taming me,” Sukuna’s dark eyes brims with something unreadable as he holds your gaze. The look he wears is beyond intense that he takes your breath away, literally, and you’re left gaping at him silently. “I push you away because I want you more than anything else, but I respect you and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You-you want me?”

“Clearly, little one, you’re inherently unaware of how captivating you are,” Sukuna says as if if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and you shiver at his words – or from the cold water, you don’t really know. “Stop looking at me like you want me to kiss you. I may not stop once I get a taste of you. Like I said before – I won’t touch you unless you asked.”

You do remember him saying that from your first time together, but your head goes blank, and no words leave your lips even as you mouth nonsense.

Sukuna taps your lips. “Speak, little one. You need to use your big girl words.”

“Kiss me,” you vociferated in one breath, desperately clutching on your thighs. “Please.”

For a moment, you think he’s going to push you away as his eyes narrow into suspicion, but soon he’s tugging at your collar to bring you down for a heated kiss. Sukuna is tugging your robes down until your collarbones are exposed, his tongue and lips leaving yours to leave marks and love bites all over the patch of skin instead. You tug at his hair as you crane your neck to the side, succumbing to the undeniable pleasure his warmth and greediness consumes you with.

Grinding down on his groin, you notice he’s already hard. Hard for you, and this realization makes you kiss him back hungrily as you whimper above him.

Sukuna is feverishly sucking on your tongue and pawing at your breasts the next instant before the spell is immediately broken just as it happened. For before you could reciprocate the same amount of eagerness he kissed you with, Sukuna is already sliding you off of him until you’re on the other side of the tub, left staring at him wordlessly with his lips red and swollen.

“Not today, little one. I think that’s enough.”

You hear your heart shatter into pieces. Pride; it was about the only thing you had, but it seemed even that had been taken away from you.

“You really don’t want me.”

Your voice cracked as your eyes began to tear up.

“No, love, that’s not what I meant,” he groans into his hands, “Believe me, I’d spent enough nights sweaty and frustrated knowing I can’t ravish you and have those lush thighs around me already,” waiting for him to continue, Sukuna sighs and holds you closer, though he could only caress your knee right now that you’re wary of getting hurt again. “This is your first time, okay? I want to make it special for you – you’re not experiencing bliss with me if it happens impulsively with you barging in my bath.”

Something like hope lights up inside you.

“Y-you’ll really do that for me?”

“Tch, brat, don’t go all soft on me now. I wouldn’t suggest testing my patience even further,” he playfully flicks your forehead when you tried to kiss him again, but Sukuna is already tilting his cheek to other side before you could. You would’ve been heartbroken again that he’s refused you, but his words held more than reassurance – and so did his uncomfortably hard cock – that all previous insecurities vanished into thin air.

Sukuna grabs you by the waist to plant your feet on the ground outside the tub, carrying you as if you were nothing more than a ragdoll to him. “Now go and get changed. I’ll fuck you another time.”

“Don’t say it like that!”

“My deepest apologies, little one,” he commented sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, though his smile turned genuinely warm the last minute. “I’ll make love to you when you’re ready.”

He must’ve lied.

You’re annoyed because Sukuna is intentionally avoiding you and acting like you don’t exist. Pissed off, you go into a curse exorcising spree to get the King of Curses out of your mind, reminding yourself that he was vile like them and he didn’t deserve even a second of your time.

Although no matter how hard you tried, your mind still kept racing back to him even as you come back home, bloody and tired when you realize the temple is eerily quiet. Not a living soul could be found around, no servant fretted at your arrival and your husband most definitely did not lurk in the shadows like he usually did. The only sign the temple hadn’t been abandoned yet were the lines of candles trailing down the hall to your shared room with him, and you gasp as you see the petals decorating the bed and rose-scented candles lit everywhere.

Sukuna was nowhere to be seen.

But he was felt as he kisses your neck, his hands untying the knots of your yukata. You stiffen in reflex before relaxing as soon you recognize his scent. Behind you, Sukuna pauses, his lips still in the column of your neck.

“You’re upset.” He wasn’t asking; rather observing.

“Not anymore,” you mumble in response, although you weren’t entirely convinced even as you come closer to the bed, your husband trailing behind with his pinky looped to yours. “Did you do all this for me?”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

“I love it, thank you,” you hide your smile for him, not wanting him to see that it’s so easy to alleviate your anger to him. He has to earn your approval again, so you turn to him with a forced scowl and arms crossed against your chest. “But why were you ignoring me for days?”

You intended to look intimidating, but the King of Curses only laughed.

“You look cute when you’re mad. Plus, it made you want me more than you already do, didn’t it?” he chastised, the implications of his words making you pout in humiliation. Sukuna is quick to step closer to you, cupping your cheeks into his hand, and you hated how easily you leaned into his touch. Nevertheless, you turned away from him, using all your energy to muster your most serious ‘I’m not bothered’ face.

“Aw, don’t be shy, it’s written all over your face, little one,” he breathes on the shell of your ear, hands trailing down to lightly drape your clothes below your shoulders. Unable to hold it back, you end up shivering at his featherlike touches.

“It’s okay. I loved hearing your soft whimpers every time you touched yourself in the bath, thinking that I’m probably not around to hear, hm? You forget I sense everything,” his laugh is mocking yet laced with lust, “From the frantic singing of your heart, the way you tense up a little when I’m around, or the way those beautiful legs of yours clench together each time my robe is a little loosened,” Sukuna dips his nose right under your jaw where his tongue darts out to lick a flat stripe down your neck, and just like that, you’re breathlessly clutching on his white robes that are already unfastened. Damned tease.

“Even the smell of your arousal is enticing me to enrapture you right now, little one. I can practically hear the silent begging in that pretty little head of yours.”

You forgot how to breathe.

“B-but I’m dirty, I just finished exorcising curses.”

“Would it be comedic if I said I am aroused at the thought my wife could easily end me right here and now?” shaking your head at him, Sukuna smiles mysteriously. “But you won’t, would you? You need me too much for that,” he leans closer than he already was before, his lips just a breath away from yours. “Tell me, do you want me?”

“Yes,” you whispered breathily, “Please, Sukuna, touch me.”

“It’s my love to you.”

“Not Your Majesty?”

“Hmm, that is delightful to hear as well,” he says, “But let’s our drop our titles. For now, whatever happens between us is intimately between man and wife. Now go clean up, little one. I’ll be waiting for you once you’re ready.”

You waste no time into darting to the bath, scrubbing the blood and dirt on each nook and crevice of your body until you’re squeaky clean. You’re about to head back to bed when you quickly practice puckering your lips to make yourself look desirable, muttering hopefully flirty lines that would make your husband want you more before calling it quits from the embarrassment you caused upon yourself.

By the time you’ve completely dried and moisturized yourself to absolute perfection that you’re confident of yourself, you find Sukuna emptily staring into the ceilings. “Done already? Someone’s eager.”

You roll your eyes at him. Why did you like him again?

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Gladly, little one,” he confides, patting his thighs to encourage you to climb onto him. Now that things were actually getting real and your endless dreams would soon become reality, your palms grow sweaty as you settle yourself onto his lap. “You tell me right away if I’m hurting you, you understand? One word and I’ll stop; though I doubt you’ll be in your right mind to want to stop once I’ve had my way with you.”

You don’t really understand much of what he’s saying anymore.

He’s kissing you so slowly, so passionately and you’re both undressing each other that nothing but desire and lust clouds your thoughts in that moment. You’re drunk on the sweet taste of him, his natural musky scent beyond intoxicating for your mortal self to handle. Too lost in the bliss of finally being intimate with him, you don’t realize Sukuna has already pushed your towel down until it pools at your waists. His sharp intake of breath is the only thing that pulls you back to reality as he greedily takes in each beautiful curve and dip of your body.

His stare is so fervid that you grow shy and cover yourself, where Sukuna quickly grips your wrist as a warning. “No. You do not hide yourself from me.”

“Then stop staring too much.”

“Is it a sin to appreciate divine beauty?” he tilts his head to the side and blinks at you innocently. “You are ethereal, my wife.”

Before you could be too flustered to respond, Sukuna fortunately saves you from the embarrassment by kissing you again, though it doesn’t last long before his mouth is trailing from your collarbone and down to your breasts. You mewl as Sukuna eagerly sucks on one breast, the other showered with attention from his rough, calloused palms. Meanwhile, you push his clothes away to expose his strong shoulders which you use as leverage because his ministrations make you feel like you’re losing control over your own body.

Rolling your hips on his erect cock, Sukuna groans through your skin, squeezing your breast hard enough that you can’t take it anymore right after he tweaks your nipple. “Love, please, I need you right now.”

“Patience, little one,” he reminds, “I need to prepare you well.”

“I’ve been waiting for months, Sukuna, I’m sure I’m more than ready.”

“Emotionally, sure, but physically?” he chuckles darkly, “Little one, do you not understand your nimble fingers cannot compare to my cock? I might hurt you if you’re not stretched out enough.”

“Then stop kissing me and start—” you’re cut off with a gasp, your nails sinking down harder into his skin the moment his fingers began to rub at your pussy. “Y-your claws—”

“I kept them for years, but I had to cut them just for you, little one. What do you have to say about that?”

“Thank you,” you offer with a breathy moan, head falling into his shoulder from the overwhelming yet welcomed intrusion. “Oh, Sukuna, it’s too good, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he bites the shell of your ear and tugs at the lobe, basically biting it between his teeth to distract you from another long and thick digit pushing past your walls. “One more?”

“O-oh!” his thumb has now joined the party by rubbing soothing circles on your clit, effortlessly pulling your lips aside with the rest of his digits to expose your sensitive bundles of nerves for him. Sukuna keeps his eyes on yours the whole time, watching and drinking in the face you make – pleasure written all over your features from the swollen lips, pupils blown wide, and desire pooling in swirls of curiosity and eagerness. It’s a face he never wants to forget; a face he wants to see more of that Sukuna eventually lays you down against the pillows, admiring how unreal you looked in that moment.

Hair splayed all over the pillow, legs spread wide open with his hands caressing your core, and a strong arm gripping his with small gasps accompanied by desperate calls for his name to do more, please you more – your words instantly translate into commands.

“You are so beautiful,” Sukuna praises rather angrily, “Never forget that. Each inch of you, fuck, you are the most dangerous mortal, you know that?”

You don’t have time to react before he’s going down on you and spreads your legs apart, keeping them pinned down to the bed. The stretch hurts but he easily soothes your pain by massaging your inner thighs, crawling down to kiss your ankles, then licking all the way up to your knee where he stops for a second, only to happily be on your sopping cunt the next moment. He’s peppering barely there kisses to your inner thighs just on your outer lips, his breath warm and teasing on your heat.

It feels like he intends to ruin you tonight.

“Sukuna, stop teasing!”

“What do you want me to do, little one?” he grins from between your legs, the vibrations of his chuckles resonating deep within your cunt that sporadically clenches right in front of his face that’s shamelessly imprinting your scent deep into his memory. “How can I make you feel good?”

“You know how!”

“You need to tell me so I know. I can’t read your mind.”

“Your mouth...”

Sukuna’s smile grows wider the longer you struggle to find your words, but exactly how in the world could you say such vulgar things out loud? He is far more patient tonight than any other day, however, that Sukuna props himself to his elbows to peer up at you innocently. “Where do you want my mouth and what should I do with it?”

Swallowing the rest of your pride, you finally utter: “T-taste me...down there.”

“Here?” he prods your clit, pulling a high-pitched gasp from you. Your husband’s smirk is nothing short of condescending just before he finally kisses your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth until you writhe before him. It takes minimal effort for someone of his strength to hold your legs in place, his grip just tight enough to be commanding. The thought of being completely in his mercy made your head spin in circles, your chest heaving up and down from the pleasure he was blessing yet torturing you with. “You’re so responsive, little one. I’m honoured I’m the one who gets to make you feel like this.”

“M-more, please, I need more.”

You expect him to tease you further, but your husband must’ve noticed that you’re too edged and decided to have pity on you. He doesn’t waste another second before he’s wrapping his lips around your pussy, treating it as if it were your own lips that always tasted like honey.

Sukuna is completely immersed in the act of pleasuring you with his tongue only, so much so that he’s silent aside from the little hums he lets out while you moan for him.

Unable to care about being too loud anymore (not that you needed to since Sukuna had made everyone go back home to give you both privacy) you find yourself throwing your head back, legs falling open wider to grant him deeper access to your most sensitive parts. Sukuna continues to massage your inner thighs and even drags the back of your knee to rest on his muscular back littered with battle scars and tattoos, the dark markings on his skin flexing with each movement. His eyes are closed and his nose is grazing against your swollen clit that had reddened already, your pussy lips opening up like a new world he had to explore, and explore he would.

Your hands find solace in his hair the shade of gentle sunsets that were often shared in lazy kisses and subtle touches, nails dragging across his scalp just enough to make your husband hiss right between your legs. Something begins to tighten in your belly as you grind your clit onto his face, too absorbed in the mind-numbing sensation of his tongue now poking against your entrance and the past barrier slowly blooming open to welcome him.

With shaking legs and a chest drenched in sweat, pebbled nipples further stimulated by the cold breeze drifting in from the windows, your eyes snap open as that rope snapped deep within your belly.

Your gaze shoots down below you to watch your husband ardently lapping your juices like a man starved. Now this wasn’t new to you – you’ve heard enough about the King of Curses and his bloodlust. Whispers of his thirst and desire to slay entire towns and even feast on mortals’ souls was enough to keep you at bay when you were still a young sorcerer, for it was already a blatant warning that Sukuna would feed on anything and anyone, that his hunger was quite something that couldn’t be satiated.

But seeing him unhinged and a slave to pleasing you has never felt more erotic that you ride out your orgasm, toes curling and legs trembling every now and then from the aftershocks of your high.

Slowly, Sukuna darts out his tongue one last time just to leave a teasing touch to your clit before he’s crawling right above you again. The ceiling is obscured by his large frame hovering over you, arms trapped between your head and his gallant member poking just between your thighs. You end up shivering under him as your husband regards you – with affection, pride, curiosity – gentle in comparison to his true nature in caressing your cheek, both of you unbothered by the slick that meets your skin.

“Are you okay?” he breathes out, watching your fucked out smile bloom into a felicitous grin.

“Perfect,” you mumble, although rather shyly. You’d seen him naked before, but never hard, and never with the intention that soon you’d truly be connected – in heart, in body, in mind, and in soul. The thought makes your heart skip a beat, your eyelids growing hooded as Sukuna absentmindedly traces patterns on the curve of your hip. “Sukuna...you’re perfect.”

Your husband laughs, the sound of his glee contagious that you’re chuckling with him as well. “Have you seen yourself, little one? I think I fall for you harder each day.”

His sudden confession brings about a silence in the room, but it wasn’t comfortable, and neither was it tense. If anything, it destroys any traces of previous hesitation and pent up anger that’s only been formed in the first place due to the fact he was Curse and you a sorcerer.

The nature of your relationship had been paradoxical to begin with, perhaps even beastly, but nothing was beastly about it now as you wrap an arm around his neck to bring him closer to you. And Sukuna was just that – the man, the Curse, the feared King whose simple mention of his name made mere mortals tremble – the same person that somehow understands your silence better than anyone. No words were needed when he could read your mind and knew his way around your heart a little too much, not once leaving his lips on yours as he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls you before him. Both of your skins are hot and flushed, yet you’re greedily touching and pulling at one another, his large palms clawing at your ass to pry your pussy lips open while you drag your nails down his chest.

He grunts into your mouth; the sound deep and masculine that it vibrates all the way down to your core. You gasp into his mouth – your breath immediately swallowed by his tongue that dances with yours – once you feel him slip inside.

The stretch is unlike anything you’ve felt before.

You’ve fought and exorcised countless of curses that pain was no stranger to you at this point, but never had you felt so...alien to a sensation both tragic and addicting. Pulling away to breathe air back into your lungs, your forehead knocks with Sukuna until your noses are brushing against the others, mouth hanging open as your walls struggle to accommodate him.

“Oh, oh god,” you mewl above him, eyes wide open as you witness each inch of his cock disappearing from the motion of you swallowing his length whole. He was big; terrifyingly so, and you shake with fear that you wouldn’t be able to take him or that he might rip you apart. “Su-Sukuna—”

“You’re fine,” he reassures by pulling your cheeks back to him, your delicate face trapped between his rough hands. Although his eyes are dark with lust, there’s a tenderness behind them that placates you. “You can tell me to stop if it hurts. Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

There’s no lie or hesitation behind your voice. Sukuna watches your face carefully to detect any sign of discomfort, but you want this, want him, and the pleasure combined with the tolerable sting only makes you desire him even more. The mere fact that there had to be pain and sacrifice, that you had to place your whole trust in him before you could truly succumb to the pleasure and love that created light and hope in this world was enough for you to want to keep going.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, and Sukuna wipes away the frown on your face with the pads of his fingers.

He allows you to go at your own pace until you’re completely seated on his cock, the heated member throbbing so hard inside you that you think he’s poking and prodding right deep into a place where you could hold him close the most.

It’s too much and too good that for once, you let your walls crash down as you bury yourself in his shoulder. Sukuna holds you closer by pulling you right into his chest, large arms wrapped around your frame while your breasts tease the rugged and taut muscles of his body. Even the slightest movement of you adjusting yourself on his lap makes his cock graze against your bumpy walls that you’re both moaning left and right. As you struggle to make sense of the sensations bursting within you, Sukuna’s self restraint hangs dangerously by a piece of thread. You can tell by how he’s cupping your ass and lifting your body up effortlessly before he slides you back down on his thick pole, that single, simple gesture repeated over and over again along with him bringing his hips back up to meet your warmth sending a scorching heat all over your body.

“Love, that’s, fuck,” you curse incoherently, and upon hearing a profanity leave your otherwise innocent lips makes something snap inside your husband.

Sukuna is gripping onto your hips for dear life as he bounces you up and down on his cock, tilting his head back just to scrutinize your connected bodies. A thick ring of white cream surrounds the base of his cock until it slides down on his veiny cock, sounds of skin slapping against skin and the loud squelching of your pussy even more beautiful than the screams mortals have moments right before their death in his hands. But Sukuna be damned – you felt too good that this might as well have been his death.

“You feel so fucking good,” he praises through gritted teeth, easily manhandling you and throwing you back on the bed where he’s on you in a second. “Look at you, little one, taking my huge cock so well. It’s like you’re made just for me – you want to be with me, don’t you? I would please you, fuck you good every day, yes, fuck!”

Sukuna ended up hitting a spot that equated to uncharted territory, causing you to tighten around him with a sharp cry. “Oh, right there, right there!” you rub your clit for further stimulation, moaning louder when he hoists both your legs on his chest.

He presses your legs and hugs his around his arms, flipping it to the side until your feet are right beside his ears. Sukuna has gone completely feral – his pace and drive animalistic, growling like a predator consuming his prey before he softens, kissing your ankles just as he grips your legs to make them squish together. The sudden lack of space makes your pussy tighter and more sensitive for him that you’re fisting the sheets right beside you, too fucked out to even form a coherent sentence. You’re babbling mindlessly on how good he’s making you feel, completely limp and motionless under him from how deep he’s hitting.

“Please, please, please—” you cry out, reaching out just seconds away from your orgasm with the need to touch him. Sukuna gives in and lets go of your legs until they fall at your side, stretching you out further from when he leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

He’s caressing your cheeks and swipes a thumb over your tears, quite nearly folding your half. His balls are slapping against your ass the harder he thrusts inside you, but his hips are stuttering and he’s panting right beside your ear that you can tell he’s close. It prompts you to wiggle under him to wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him closer and clutching his scalp just to have him impossibly close, because even thinking about letting him go sounds too painful, especially now that he’s claimed you as his just as you’ve marked him yours.

“I worship you,” he blurts out with a few final thrusts that has you crumbling under him in a silent scream, your focus completely on his dark, passionate eyes as you came. Sukuna then laces his fingers through yours while he pumps himself inside you, your walls milking him of everything he’s got. “You are divine, my wife, you have bewitched me for eternity.”

“Sukuna,” you call out weakly, and he’s quick to litter kisses all over your face from your whimpers. “Sukuna-I-I—”

“Shh, I know, I know,” Sukuna places a finger on your lips, letting you calm down from that earth shattering orgasm he just gave you. He pulls his spent dick out a minute later and scoops up your cum that’s spilling out from your pussy lips, his gaze never leaving yours the whole while he sucks his fingers inside his mouth. He’s so dirty and erotic that you’re clenching around nothing once more, but he shakes his head with a low chuckle as if he can sense you want more. Sukuna kisses you just to transfer the cum mixed with spit right onto your tongue, gripping your jaw when your eyes widen at him. “Swallow it, little one. That’s just a taste of what I could give to you.”

You don’t know what pulled you to actually swallow it – it tastes bitter and even a little salty, though it had a bittersweet tinge of scent to it that you don’t mind, especially not when Sukuna just stares at you like you’re most his prized possession.

Sukuna is right by your side the next moment. He’s tamed the next moment, pure comfort and bliss from the way he’s tenderly running his fingers up and down the sides of your body like he’s memorizing the feel of you around him. You both don’t say anything as you place your cheek right above his chest, arms locked on his chest in a desperate cling, but neither does he want you to let go. Sukuna threads his fingers on your hair before you feel his lips caress the crown of your head, mumbling sweet nothings right as you’re welcoming sleep.

Until he taps your breast.

“Little one?”

“Yes?”

“We never had our honeymoon, do we?” he queries, and you twist your head to face him as your brows draw together in thought.

“No, I don’t think we did. I pushed you away from me on our first night together, remember?”

Sukuna’s eyes shone with mischief. “How could I forget? You tried to kill me right after our wedding,” both of you share a laugh at the memory, though there were no more harsh feelings or contempt shared, only love, and love only. Sukuna softens under your gaze as your chuckles tinker down to a giggle, your finger teasingly drawing circles on his chest as you bite your lip. And like always, Sukuna knows you just a little too well. “I know that look. What is it that you want, little one?”

“You.”

“Me?” he repeats with a dark chuckle that sends heat right down to your womanhood. “You already have me, little one, your wish has been granted a long time ago.”

Your face burns. “I mean, I want you. Again. One more.”

“One more?”

“Or maybe a lot more,” you pipe up, but Sukuna’s smirk is growing more and more devious that your former tenacity soon dwindles down into meekness. “O-only if you want to. You must be tired.”

“Little one, I’m the King of Curses, did you really think I would be tired from fucking my sweet little wife?” At his words, Sukuna tilts your chin until you’re left with no choice but to be held captive under his lust. He leans down to teasingly bite your bottom lip, and you’re already breathing hard as you feel his hands begin to trail down to your core that’s more than eager to take him all over again. “Like I said, I worship you, and I’m nothing but a bewitched man who would gladly fuck his wife as long as she asks.”

Safe to say, you couldn’t exorcise curses for quite some time.

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Who would like a (non-abusive ofc) tsundere MC the most? (+ Side Characters)

(TW!): Minor mentions of yandere-esque behavior in Diavolo's, Belphegor's, and Leviathan's sections.

(Chapter 16 spoilers for Belphie and Beelzebub's section.)

Diavolo:

There's a lot of good and bad with this demon lord. On one hand he's very persistent and doesn't let much get him down. He'll gladly gobble up any scraps of affection you give him and happily beg for more when you push him away.

He is the biggest Lucifer simp in all three realms after all, no amount of pride will get him to leave you alone. You don't have to do much but show up and make it obvious you want to spend to time with him and not his power or money.

On the other hand he needs a consent 101 class immediately. As seen with Lucifer and MC he constantly pushes for something even when the other person says no over and over. He also tends to do things without warning if he knows that someone won't like it, intent on forcing them to enjoy or at least tolerate it.

As a spoiled prince surrounded by people incapable of disobeying too many of his orders he's not very good at listening to people's hard limits. It's not clear whether or not he knows how badly he's abusing his position to force his way, but he does it regardless.

(MINOR SPOILER) He does talk about how he worries Barbatos and Lucifer wouldn't stay with him if he let them go, but imo that just proves he'd do it to MC too if he was worried enough. (MINOR SPOILER END)

Being a pure demon who's only relationship examples were from the literal king of hell probably doesn't help either. It's heavily implied Devildom was much worse before Diavolo and human nobles aren't exactly known for their loving relationships either.

(CHAP. 56 SPOILERS) It's not surprising that someone with his childhood is so desperate for attention. (CHAP. 56 SPOILERS END)

The fact that his S/O is easily embarrassed and protests things they desperately and obviously want encourages his already bad behavior. He's already used to ignoring what other people want, a tsundere S/O just makes it even easier for him to justify it.

He seems to enjoy seeing people squirm as well, getting his S/O to break down and admit they like something so he doesn't stop would probably turn into a fun game for him. Fun for him anyway.

Letting him continue down that path and "encouraging" that mindset might lead to him getting delusional enough to let the fantasies he talked about in the pudding card become reality. After all, who's going to stop him?

Lucifer:

"Are you neglecting me on purpose so I'll pine for you?" (Idle Dialogue)

He's very well acquainted with people acting out for his attention. Mammon is his favorite with Satan and Belphie as close seconds. This demon definitely loves brats and tsunderes.

His arrogance confidence keeps him from taking it too personally when you get embarrassed or can't be completely honest because he never really doubts that you like him.

He's good at reading in-between the lines and is an actions over words demon himself. (Especially if you subscribe to the headcanon that they can sense when a human is exhibiting their sin.)

He can sympathize regardless, he too often has trouble setting aside his pride to be honest. It also seems less unreasonable to him since you two didn't exactly have a friendly relationship your entire stay.

You don't necessarily need to say how much you love him so long as you prove it in other ways like bringing him bitter hell coffee and little acts of service.

This sadist loves to see you squirming and embarrassed and his very direct approach means it's a lot easier for the relationship to progress.

On the other hand the combination of knowing you hide your feelings for him and his (over)confidence may lead him to believe you want more than you actually do or him feeling like he knows you better than you know yourself.

While extremely helpful sometimes, Lucifer's habit of ignoring what you say in favor of what he believes you want can get really dangerous really fast.

Prepare to set down some ground rules and make sure he sticks to them and you'll be fine. Otherwise...

Belphegor:

I think he'd expect you to be a bit like this after what he did, but he's also an impatient brat that wants all of your love as soon as possible.

You can raise intimacy by choosing some of the more teasing dialogue or calling him out though so it's not like he needs you to be a sugary sweet doormat either.

He's another sadist that wouldn't mind too much as long as you pay way more attention to him than his brothers and still do enough to let him know you like him.

He'd purposely "misinterpret" your signals in an attempt to either make you honest or see you squirm. You'd most likely be the one having trouble instead of him honestly.

It really depends why you're acting that way and how much affection sneaks out. Belphie canonically states that values actions over words, so if you genuinely like him and show it he'll focus more on that.

Someone that just gets easily embarrassed by his blunt affections or feels like they shouldn't like their murderer will work out a lot better than someone who still resents him and never really gets past it. (Not that you have to of course, but it makes no sense to date someone like that.)

If it's the former he'll happily tease you until you're ready to be honest.

Be careful what you let him get away with, he's not one to stop pushing until you're completely caged by him. He's already eager to delude himself that you like him, letting him cuddle up to you while you give out token complaints will just have him ignore what you say even more.

Leviathan:

"Eh? Are you ignoring me so I'll like you more?" (Blushy homescreen dialogue)

On one hand it's hard enough to get through to him even if you only praise him. On the other hand he's very familiar with tsunderes and imo he's way more likely to believe someone is ashamed to like him rather than just straight up liking him.

He also canonically has a degradation fetish and can probably sympathize with a fellow tsundere better than a "normie." He certainly seemed less nervous and more confident if you begrudgingly admitted to loving him in his birthday event.

If by some miracle you get him to believe you like him and stay that way he's another one that can misinterpret your feelings. Between having no real romantic experience, relying on anime culture even more than he would for a non-tsundere S/O, and desperately wanting to hold onto something that makes him happy leads to him getting more than a bit delusional sometimes.

You'd have to make it extremely clear you're not "just being tsun-tsun lol" and that you actually don't want to do whatever it is he's pushing. Bringing out Levi's more confident (and often delusional) side isn't always a good thing. (More on that here.)

Which of course will push him into a deep depression and make him doubt every time he thought you were having fun. Also considering tsunderes usually need a lot of reassurance that their partner likes them both of y'all are probably just going to get more insecure.

All in all I think he'd like a tsundere S/O more than enough to date them, but it wouldn't be the healthiest for either of you unless you were a perfect match and did a good job of enforcing boundaries.

You'll either end up with a nasty break up or he steadily becomes more delusional until he ignores what you want entirely if you don't.

Asmodeous:

I think it could go one of two ways, either he'd find fun but quickly get bored or he'd really hate it until he starts to obsess over it.

For the former It'd be fun for a little while, but he'd start to get really tired of you playing coy and denying him affection when he knows you like him. You both like each other, why can't you just give him a hug or take a compliment every now and then?

It's something he needs and even just reducing the frequency of affection is a huge compromise for him. He could understand if you actually don't like it, but this is just pointless to him.

The latter would be common for an "undesirable" MC whether that be looks, personality, or even just an incompatible MC. Who are you to reject him after all? Even the most desirable should be begging at his feet.

He'd hate you for it unless he believes it's actually your way of hiding how desperate you are for him. Then it becomes his life's mission to see you crack and beg for his affection.

As for if he stays after the chase is over and he's "broken" you... Who knows?

Simeon:

He's not going to risk getting permanently locked out of heaven for someone who can't even admit they like him, come on now.

Maybe if it's your way of avoiding temptation or you're embarrassed and acting this way because you believe he won't like you back he'll find it endearing.

It's not something he'll let you continue after he makes his feelings known however, no matter how fun it is to tease you.

He said it's okay, who are you to stop him? Do you really believe you know better than a centuries old angel? Just accept the little bit of affection he can give you already.

Mammon:

He's used to the people he loves giving him some "tough love" and even encourages it, but I don't think he'd necessarily want to deal with it from a lover too.

Not to mention tsundere x tsundere usually has a very hard time starting in the first place. Another tsundere is probably either going to be too insecure to believe he truly likes them or won't have the courage to call him out and make him admit his feelings.

Unless someone intervenes or one of y'all reads the other's diary or something a relationship will probably never start to begin with and be full of hurt feelings on both sides.

Solomon:

I feel like you'd have to be exceptional to get him to risk getting attached to someone he'll outlive again.

It's not impossible, but unlikely for a tsundere MC to catch his attention like that in a romantic way.

He doesn't chase anyone anymore, he only accepts a relationship if his affection sneaks up on him.

Satan:

I don't think he'd have the patience to deal with it after officially dating. It could be cute at first since he'd probably be able to figure out your real feelings, but even soft tsunderes are eventually going to catch him on a bad day.

Sure he likes how unpredictable cats are, but he has higher standards for you than an animal that ranks rather low on the intelligence scale.

Maybe if you're trying your hardest to overcome it he'll sympathize and see it as being similar to his own fight with his rage. (It still reminds him of Lucifer though and that kills him inside.)

Barbatos:

This poor demon needs less stress, not more. He seems to appreciate the more direct route in Devilgrams anyway.

But who knows, maybe brat taming is how he relaxes? He does have a bit of a sadistic side.

Beelzebub:

Poor baby wouldn't get it and would just feel sad or not realize you like him even if you were a super soft tsundere.

He'd probably be a little sad even if you just acted that way to Belphie. He'd eventually get it with him though since Belphie would give as much he got.

Be kind to him or you'll get wrekt by Belphie again have six angry demons disappointed in you.

#obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me Diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me undateables #obey me asmodeus #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #imagines

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Obey Me!: Human and Demon Hearts!

A/N: Remember to check my pinned post if you missed the other chapters! Another note; I had WAY too much fun writing the beginning of this! Hopefully it makes sense~

Chapter Three: Bonding's Mended (3/3)

Word Count: 1683

Rating: 18+

'Demon Feeding: A Start to the endless hunger of a demon's belly.

The cause of our behaviors dives deep into our past, when our kind and the celestial realm had known nothing but primal instincts. Humanity had not yet existed, and the earth realm was our battlegrounds. Flesh was torn by both Devil, Beast, and angel. Only our great Mages, now pacified by ash, can whisper to the book keepers of our carnal days. Yet while the Angelic build their realm, we still hunger, and wish to devour. Our hatred is barely ever quenched. Humans had been involved through their own ways. Growing and evolving long after our realms had taken refuge away from earth. But our history was rediscovered, and the three realms were connected.

Demon's had soon developed a taste for human souls. An almost sweet and pungent ecstasy only found in the spirit's layers. Yet the Angels seem to desire the human's souls for more pure and selfless purposes. So they say. We as a selfish kin must find ways around this. And we have. Humans are so very frail, but one cannot take from a living soul without their unwavering trust or agreement. But that's only for the whole meal. Ah yes- Just a small taste, barely a lick can satisfy. It was the Incubi, and the Succubi who have found the most pleasure in a Demon Feeding ritual. For many, a human's sensual pleasures are tied to their trust, and emotions. The Cubi have found their abilities to please have come in handy. They can easily sample the human soul, feeding of the human's energies, all while... entertaining themselves. The rest of us have begun to see the strings that connect Demons to humans as well. Even the Little Devils have their own ways. Most of us don't need a physical contract, or to eat away at their little dream worlds. No, just the sheer aura of a human's daily stress and anger are so divine, so tempting. No wonder the human world has grown fearful of us. They now know we can touch something they used to think they fully owned.'

A chill ran through Noelle's body. Not wanting to read more as she understood the narrator's point. The second sticky note was unlabeled, but since there were two options, this was probably the most plausible.

'Underdeveloped Magic and it's consequences.

Blood, bones and sacrifices were never needed to summon us to the human realm. Though the show and the fallen harvest are much appreciated. Though we now have an issue. Malaia has expressed a growing development in the human genes. Magic. It seems that now the human realm has entered into existence, they have developed their own magic. Most have realized what they're capable of, and are learning to manipulate it. They found ways to protect their realm from our hunger and manipulations. It's knowledge that is beginning to gnaw at my mind. Chewing it thoroughly. Yet it's not the well trained ones of magic that are the problem. It is the untrained ones we must look out for. Some of them have these hideous side effects they accidentally cause. Hell's fire wasn't enough to melt the flesh of a demon, but those flame's are so old. The new ones created by human magic are so fresh it can and will burn us to the bone, and perhaps past that if one is not careful. The other effects are as follows, but are just general nature.

Wart Tongue

Seared eyesight

confusion/forgetfulness

solidifying blood

barriers-'

The rest of the chapter went unread past Barriers. Noelle had gone through the index of the book and quickly read up on the different types of barriers until she came across one that explained her situation. It was a sort of magnetic barrier that if unchecked by a human with trained magic abilities, can cause harm to both demon and human.

The rest of the afternoon she spent her time locked in the library reading about magic, and trying to find a way to break her unintentional curse. According to her research the longer a demon is close to her, the more they will think unkindly of her, and will either tear her apart while their own body suffers the same, or manipulate her into handing over her soul. She also learned as to why this didn't seem to affect the brothers the same way. The types of demons are defined by their sins, with the Demon king and his associates being the exception. Thus different sins respond to her 'barrier' in different ways. Lust, and Greed are highly tuned to sense the danger of magic. Sloth, and Pride are most susceptible to giving into their instinct, and Wrath is unaffected due to their own constant rage with themselves. And Gluttony varied Demon to Demon. However, what concerned her was those who were spawned by Envy. Though it wasn't a reason that caused the disruption between Noelle and Levi, it was still concerning. In fact if Levi hadn't chosen to distance himself they'd both be very much dead.

Noelle had sighed heavily and texted Satan about the subject. And a quick reply came back. Satan seemed giddy and impressed with her progress on the matter. He then sent messages an hour later during his break about ways they can break the spell. But first she needed to test the strength of her barrier. He suggested that the only way they could do that was to snag Asmo, for when it came to surpassing a human's free will, he was a professional of sorts. Noelle swallowed hard at the suggestion, but once Satan had calmed her down over the phone, she agreed to meet him at Asmodeus' room.

The vibrant pinks and flowers decorating Asmodeus’ bedroom made her head spin. Yet it all looked inviting. There was even a cocoon chair that hung from the ceiling. Satan, Asmo and Mammon, for some ungodly reason, were already sitting on the fancy colorful rug. Asmo jumped up and ran to hug her out of habit with literally everyone else, but stopped short and gave a shudder along with a quick complaint.

“Owaahh~ You were right Satan, it's so hard being next to her! Which is really, REALLY inconvenient.”

Noelle blushed hard as Asmo withered in what she assumed was his growing lust over his forced restraint. That did not stop her from letting a remark slip from her lips.

“Oh hush- I thought you'd be into restraints.”

Asmo gasped while Satan and Mammon tried to cover up their laughter. After about 15 minutes passed, allowing Asmo and Mammon to get over their urges to run off, they sat Noelle right in front of Asmo on his bed. The barrier shielding Noelle had to be only so thick, and Asmo had the ability to get through shields and barriers with his lustrous charm. This was making Noelle exceedingly nervous that he'd take advantage of her in some way, but that's why Mammon and Satan were there. Mammon himself had actually been talked into taking Noelle's hand and ready to run out the door with her if anything went wrong, or if Asmo tried anything. Satan was there to make sure the other two didn't do anything too stupid.

Asmodeus was becoming giddy in getting to melt away at her guard, and possibly her heart as he says, and began reciting his usual spell while looking into her eyes.

“The eye's of a young, and beautiful mortal woman. They are so deep and golden. Even under those dark brown feathery irises...”

Mammon's snorting almost broke concentration of the two's moment, but was quickly corrected by a swift smack to the back of the head, as Asmo huffed and continued.

“Tell me Noelle~ Let me look into those pretty little eyes. Please, learn to place your trust in me. Tell me your desires.”

The soft whispers of Asmo's request had flooded her senses with a heated calm. No one else but Asmo could see the hidden and still seas of her mind as it became blank. All but a few trails of thought were left behind. He could sense her clarity, and saw her unrivaled trust in him. It was warm, and soft. Like a small candle by bedside. Asmo smiled softly, and brushed some hair behind her ear, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed but she could still hear him, even then, deep in her mind as it went fully numb and the focus of her desires came to light.

“Tell me your desires”

The words vibrated behind her eyes and a single soft word came from her lips.

“Leviathan.”

“...”

“... uh-”

All too quickly Noelle had jumped in her skin as she regained her senses, and a deep violet red painted her face. When she did come back around and her vision stopped spinning from the sudden jolt, she saw the three brothers in hysterics, laughing on the floor and bed. Satan had put his hand on the wall beside him to balance himself, and covered his face. He was doing all he could to restrain his laughter. Mammon and Asmodeus had zero shame as they bellowed out, both of them grabbed at their guts, and caused Noelle's embarrassment to burn on her ears.

“Sh-SHUT UP! IT'S NOT FUNNY! WHAT DID I SAY!”

Satan was the first to calm down, clearing his throat more than once, trying to speak clearly.

“Did you not hear yourself? A-Asmo- What did you do! Tchh-”

Asmo shook his head, and had to cling onto Noelle to stay balanced on the bed.

“F-for a second I thought you said your deepest desire was- pffft Levi!”

Noelle silently stood up, covering her face and left the room while Satan yelled after her about knowing how to break the spell. But that was going to wait until she was able to recover from her current, flustered state.

#obey me: human and demon hearts #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphagor #obey me fanfic #obey me oc

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phoenixkael · 4 years

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Analysis of Kael’thas Voice Lines in Shadowlands

Alpha spoilers below the cut. Read at your own discretion.

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Alongside Blizzard’s live stream regarding developer updates in Shadowlands, we’ve gotten our usual Wednesday datamining of Shadowlands alpha. Today also marks the very last alpha build, as Blizzard confirms Beta to hit next week. What better way than to end it on a high note. Largely silent aside from boss information in Castle Nathria, Kael’thas now has some voice lines.

And boy, have I over-analyzed this like a kid eating cake.

When I first heard the Accuser’s lines from a few builds back, I already expected Kael’thas to be arrogant, but I never could tell at what level of arrogance or what his personality would be like exactly. Oh god, anything but hots portrayal.

Here we have Kael’thas in Revendreth, distressed and emotionally charged. At first glance, he doesn’t seem remorseful per se, but the fact that the Arbiter placed him in Revendreth instead of the Maw says that his soul is capable of atonement and remorse. At this point in the story, it doesn’t seem like Kael’thas has done a lot of soul searching. He’s coming off of the pride he had before he died, yet he knows he’s in Revendreth and knows he has work to do on himself. He thinks that what he did was right and for his people, but the way he did it was not ideal. It hurt a lot of people, and I don’t think he realizes that yet. He’s feeling very defensive, as evident in one of his lines: “Do not presume to judge me” means to not take someone at face value. You do not know the inner turmoil of another person. This line signifies Kael’thas being defensive. In fact, it makes sense that he comes into the Shadowlands defensive and insecure.

Analysis of Select Lines

Without context, it’s hard to know of what or to whom he is speaking these lines, so I’m generalizing, really. The very first lines in the video above state, “What torment is this? I serve the Lich King? No! That cannot be! Trouble me no longer!” Kael’thas greatly fears that he now serves the Lich King, who in the past is associated with Arthas and the Scourge. Knowing his past trauma there, serving the Lich King in general would put him under extreme pressure. This could quite well be one of many techniques that the Venthyr use to torture him.

In life, Kael’thas had a recurring theme of being a follower instead of the leader he was literally born to be. In fact, he ran from it for the longest time. He served as a member on the Council of Six in Dalaran and while this is a very noble position, it made his people feel distrustful of and alienated from him--and vice versa. Kael’thas had always wanted to forge connections with other people and gain insight into new ideas and places. He was so unlike most of his people, who were isolationist and content enough to marvel in their fair city of Silvermoon. Even his father, King Anasterian, was concerned for his loyalties. Kael’thas would then go on to serve under Garithos during the Scourge invasion, then to Illidan Stormrage in Outland, and finally to Kil’jaeden until his death. His line about Kil’jaeden in partciular is very interesting and very telling about where Kael is in his progress in Shadowlands: “I thought my deal with Kil’jaeden would save the Sin’dorei. But it just got worse all the time!” He expresses anger at having allowed the demon lord to manipulate him so easily, but he won’t express anything but anger and distress.

Now he COULD have admitted defeat and packed everyone up to go home, but then what did he go to Outland for? What would he have come home to empty-handed? He wanted this darker path, which he hesitated to take at first, to mean “something”. He promised to find the cure or salvation for his people (on top of his personal vendetta with Arthas) and he was afraid that he would break had he come home. He did not admit defeat, did not surrender. As brave as he was, his pride spelled his downfall.

Indeed, Kael’thas has always been one to put on a strong front, to appear strong and powerful in the eyes of not only his people but others as well. He is a very insecure man and, thus, uses his pride to mask these insecurities about himself. He does not like to appear weak. In one of the lines, he wants people to address him by his title, the Sun King, a contradictory request as to the one he used to make when he did not want the title out of respect for his father. Also, he always preferred that Jaina not use his titles, but just Kael. This goes to show that Kael hides his insecurity behind his title in the face of certain people for whom he wants to show he is strong. He already believed he won’t be half the king his father was, but he tried his hardest anyway. Notice in a few of the lines that he doesn’t mention MY people or MY brethren, but instead the Sin’dorei. Perhaps he recognizes that the blood elves are their own people and have continued to live without him. We know their story of restoration, and now we head into Kael’thas’s potential restoration where he owes it to them--and ultimately, himself. Maybe just maybe it also spells how much he is worth compared to them. He would give anything to save them, even sell his soul to the very devil himself.

Kael’thas has two quotes that really stood out to me. They’re very intellectual, just as you would expect from someone as intelligent as him, and when you analyze it, speaks of Kael himself but also just people in general.

“I can learn to be humble, but never meek.” He is willing to atone and wants to deep down, but it’s the confrontation of these sins that he doesn’t like. In the raid fight, he clearly has a lot of pent-up shame as referenced by the ability, “Reflection of Guilt.” Kael also makes an excellent point (or analogy?) to not mistake humbleness for weakness. You can be kind and mellow to people, but often people will mistake it for being weak and obedient.

The next line--and I LOVE how he says it--is, “My power is mine to wield.” It’s about owning your own power, about being your own person, and knowing your own self-worth. Don’t let anyone trample over you or make your their slave. Kael’thas experienced this first-hand with Garithos and Kil’jaeden. His people loved him, hence his betrayal (as evidenced by Lor’thenar’s recent short story) still cuts them several years later. They worried for him, but all he could think about as the fel surged through him was how much of a failure he was. Hell, even Jaina in the Arthas book mentioned how “good” of a man he was, having recognized the beauty of him, which fell to his darker traits. For all that confidence in his magical abilities and charm, Kael’thas tragically never knew how valuable he was as a leader, how worthy he was.

And now we are in Shadowlands where we get to see him with his own role. Blizzard willing, this sounds to be a long personal journey for him. For himself.

#shadowlands spoilers #kael'thas #kael'thas sunstrider #psychoanalysis #Oh hey my first analysis post out of countless ones in my head #And right at the end of alpha too #Sorry if everything seems all over the place #1am in the morn #musings

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Some info about my Obey Me! MC from this headcanon prompt: relationships with the brothers and sides.

16 - What is their relationship with each of the brothers?

Upon being introduced to them and hearing they're Avatars of Sin, promptly assumes until and unless told otherwise that they can sense a human feeling their respective Sins.

/OhFuck.jpg/ Unsettled by Lucifer and mildly angry by this. Polite and formal, enjoys playing chess despite constantly losing. Intrigued by his personality and what makes him tick. ("You noticed the flicker of angry Pride when I talk to you? Too damn bad, you'll have to just deal.") Desperate for praise regarding her grades/schoolwork.

Slowly develops crush on Mammon, noticed his own crush right away, at a complete loss as to how to handle it. ("Am in literal Hell? One of the most powerful and high-ranking demons around has romantic and/or sexual interest in me? He cute and funny and somewhat nice? I think I might like him back? WHAT DO?!?") Sticks up for him when she can, but is afraid it will make them 'tease' ("abuse") him worse. Does what she can to help him with his homework (😉 excuse to spend time with him away from his brothers and he's a great source for information on Devildom culture(al norms) and history).

Gets up and leaves when Leviathan gets too intense with his depressive self-deprecation, feels guilty for it but knows her own mental health would take a dangerous dive. Still does what she can to reassure him he's valid and not icky. Accidentally spilled once her interest in aquatic life and now has a Deepsea Serpent buddy to gush about weird animals with. ("I'd put you down as a reference but you know they won't accept your credentials as The Leviathan. 😥")

/OhFuckV2.jpg/ Likes Satan but feels they're too similar for romance; spends most time with him reading or caring for cats. Radiates Envy at his anger management skills; eventually swallows her Pride to ask for advice. Asks for more detailed history past what Mammon tells her. (Upon seeing his bedroom, "There are not enough words in all the languages to even begin to approximate how indescribably jealous I am at your lifespans.")

Asmo... Makes her uncomfortable. Adores frustrating him by keeping her sexual preferences a secret. Mild arguments over fashion and outfit choices; once she gets him to dial down the sex comments, agrees to go on a clothes shopping spree. Doesn't trust him to keep secrets, but files away all his gossip as survival information.

Beel is running and food trip buddy. Thinks he's too soft for the Devildom and feels safe around him. Knows he's a deep thinker despite rarely talking about anything other than food or family. Seeks him out for when she wants company without conversation.

Belphegor... Least favorite person, after even Solomon and Asmo. Does not forgive him for using her murder to break his brothers; laughs in his face when he brings up concern she has nightmares about it; dares him to spy on her nightmares... Hoping it will hurt him, but subconsciously desiring that someone will finally understand her pain.

17 - What is their relationship with each of the side characters?

Diavolo is not what she thought the literal prince of Hell would be. Oh, his dad's the king? Willingly dormant for centuries? /Hmm.jpg/ Everything her subconscious tells her is to trust him and that he's a teddy bear, but that means she wants to trust him even less. More existential panic, but pastes her Customer Service Smile™ on and rolls with it. Wants to be angry at him for dragging her to Hell Demon School but 1, he's a prince and 2, she doesn't see him often; adds his portion of blame to Lucifer's, which she knows isn't fair to the eldest.

She doesn't see Barbatos as a person, more of a metaphysical entity. Is he even a demon and not an eldritch horror? She's overheard rumors and something about him just doesn't look right. Makes a strong effort to be cordial to him and add as little to his workload as possible harass a member of the waitstaff near her at your own risk.

Simeon - wait literal angels? Yeah, she'd been listening despite her shock those initial first hours but still... She was expecting Biblical angels, not Renaissance ones; demons looking human makes sense, for temptation purposes, but angels? WAIT IS THIS A TRICK? Why is he so friendly to the Lucifer? Existential crisis resumes. Wants to trust him, but his friendliness to Lucifer is suspect. Quickly warms to him and opens up about her struggles with the brothers however, after being "caught" praying during the retreat while Asmo was hogging the bathroom. Is confiding in a literal angel her fears about the state of her soul like theological cheating?

Luke - Aha! Squares more with her expectation of an angel being a visitor in Hell. Animosity between him and a confirmed demon makes her believe he's an angel like he says could still be a trick tho. Likes talking to him, but tries to avoid discussing the demons (Beel and Barbatos are fair game as Luke doesn't go into angry rants over them) and instead about how Hell is not quite what either of them expected. WAIT HE BAKES? One of the first to be on all her Trusted Lists. Reminds her a bit of her own brothers.

Solomon - at this point she is ready to believe he's the Solomon. As she's aware of various demonology texts (if only in brief summary), she's not willing to trust him. Also he's got 72 pacts and is actively trying for more? She's only wound up with hers for protection and to try and help patch the brothers' relationships, not risking her soul for power.

#my obey me headcanon #my obey me mc

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mllemaenad · 5 years

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Wizards in Harry Potter aren't liable to be possessed by literal demons from Hell regardless of their good intentions. Furthermore, non-magical people in Harry Potter also have guns, sniper rifles combat planes, tanks, heat seeking missiles, NUCLEAR BOMBS to equalize the fight if a dark wizard starts thinking that he should rule them. The two settings are completely different. Give these advantages to non-magical people in Thedas and I will agree that the Circles aren't necessary.

Hi Anonymous person!

Look. I’m a little perturbed by what you’ve got there, because you seem awfully willing to cause harm to helpless people on the basis of what they might do. But I’ll do this in chunks.

Wizards in Harry Potter aren’t liable to be possessed by literal demons from Hell regardless of their good intentions.

Well. Neither are mages in Dragon Age, largely because ‘hell’ doesn’t exist. I know that sounds flippant, but it’s important. Andrastianism isn’t Christianity, of course, but it does have a Christian aesthetic – more specifically a Catholic one – and the Chantry operates in a world reminiscent of a time when a pope could dominate kings and start holy wars.

That Christian aesthetic is also applied to spirits. Instead of the ‘Seven Deadly Sins’ we have Enchanter Brahm’s five demons: rage, hunger, sloth, desire and pride. It’s a useful game mechanic, absolutely; you can’t have infinite monster designs in a game, and it helps the player figure out what kind of weapons to employ in any given fight. However, as the story goes on it becomes increasingly clear that the Chantry’s view of spirits and demons is simplistic at best and outright wrong at worst.

Spirits embody something that has become important to them. There are many, many more kinds than the Chantry’s sins and virtues lists would acknowledge. There’s a spirit of Command hanging out in Crestwood in Inquisition who just really wants someone to obey its orders for a while. Solas will talk to you about a spirit who embodies an ideal people have forgotten.

Demons seem to be largely spirits who have suffered in some way. We usually don’t know why. Solas’s friend is an obvious example – a spirit who was inexpertly summoned and trapped by frightened mages. It’s also noteworthy that Merrill talks about her ‘demon’ being bound and left over from war. While of course we can’t know exactly what happened there, we can fucking guess, right?

These are all just beings – people. And they’re all from the same place. Not hell, heaven, purgatory or anything like that. They’re from The Fade, which is their home, the source of magic, and was apparently much closer to the rest of the world before Solas and the Veil.

I’ve noted repeatedly that spirit possession is an important part of several cultures, and is often a positive thing. Possessed mages serve as companion characters (Wynne, Anders) and kick some serious arse in battle, and Justice just wanders around in Awakening wearing a corpse and it’s fine.

Of course, no one is saying that possession can’t go wrong. I’ve played the games, and of course my characters have killed both ‘demons’ and ‘abominations’. But. When you say something like ‘demons from hell’ you’re imposing a particular religious view on the story – one that allows you to simply declare that these people are evil and that it’s fine to kill them. We know that it is possible to liberate a possessed mage, and to heal a spirit who has been corrupted. We have seen both those things. But why bother if they’re evil, right? Just lock them up and kill them if things get tricky.

That view is wholly wrong for the setting of Dragon Age. But it is … pretty well on par with the view the Chantry actually expresses. So when you say ‘demons from hell’ I actually think that’s an excellent reason why the Circles should be abolished, because it’s imposing ideas on this situation that are wrong, unhelpful and cruel.

Also. I mean. Also. Yes, I have fought possessed mages in Dragon Age. I have also fought possessed templars. Possessed trees. Possessed bones. Possessed rocks.

If you feel we need to lock up everything that can get possessed, you’re going to have to start with all the people and then move on to all the plants and inanimate objects. If all things can be possessed, then all things need to be locked up. And if all things are inside the prison, couldn’t we just … not have one?

Furthermore, non-magical people in Harry Potter also have guns, sniper rifles combat planes, tanks, heat seeking missiles, NUCLEAR BOMBS to equalize the fight if a dark wizard starts thinking that he should rule them.

Um. Sorry Anonymous person but … what? Have you … read those books? Now, granted I haven’t read them in a while but I have read them. And … I have no idea what you’re talking about.

‘Muggles’ in Harry Potter are usually comic relief, and even the ones that aren’t simple buffoons are depicted as largely helpless against magical attacks of any kind. The British government shows up just long enough to express a heartfelt ‘What the actual fuck?’ at the war with Voldemort before promptly vanishing from the plot again.

All of this … stuff about conventional weapons you’ve introduced has come from your imagination. It’s not how the relationship between Muggles and wizards is portrayed in the novels at all.

In fact, conceptually, I would say that the wizards of Harry Potter are much scarier than the mages of Dragon Age. Tevinter had an empire in Dragon Age, and because they value magic the magisters undoubtedly used it in the fight to obtain that empire. But they were taken down by famine and Blight, and finished off by war. In the series’ ‘present day’ Orlais has achieved the exact same thing as Tevinter with significantly less magic (not no magic, of course, since they will drag their imprisoned mages into battle), and there’s no sense that Tevinter can just zap its way back into power. They are constrained by economics, geography and politics just like everyone else. Magic is useful, but only up to a point.

Now … in Harry Potter, there’s a pretty strong sense that wizards could just take over the planet any time they felt like it. In fact, the back story contains one Grindelwald, who actually did want to take over the world and enslave Muggles. This was not a war between Muggles (who are not supposed to have been able to prevent this) and wizards, but rather an internal schism in the wizarding community. Gindelwald was not defeated by NUCLEAR BOMBS (And seriously – what the hell, is your plan to defeat wizards ‘flatten Scotland’? because that’s what would happen if you tried to bomb Hogwarts. You want to take out Diagon Alley? Congratulations, you just blew up London.), but rather in an old style man-to-man duel with another wizard. In a castle. They were ex-lovers. I’m assuming it was on the ramparts, it was raining and everyone was screaming like Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker in Revenge of the Sith.

I haven’t kept up with it, but I am peripherally aware that J K Rowling has said … increasingly weird things over the years, and I’m not attempting to defend any of that. But there was a general … theme in the novels that … most people probably aren’t fascists, and when the fascists come from within it is the community that must take them down. So Muggles are not given much power or agency at all.

This had nothing to do with heat-seeking missiles. Just … what?

Meanwhile, over in Dragon Age the Chantry talks a lot about mages having advantages in battle, but in practice that’s not what we actually see. For a start, non-mages have plenty of weapons that work just fine against magical enemies - swords, spears, arrows, axes. Nobody in Thedas has NUCLEAR BOMBS, mage or not. It’s not setting appropriate. Anders may have been a mage, but he had to rely on explosive material (likely gunpowder) to actually get a significant bang.

Non-mages may also wield enchanted weapons, meaning that they can literally take magic into battle with them. The mage over there is shooting lightning from her fingers? Your sword shoots fireballs. What the hell are you complaining about?

Nor does simply having a weapon in your hand mean that you know how to use it. I don’t know how to use a gun. Someone could give me one, in a crisis, I suppose. But it would only be luck that allowed me to incapacitate an assailant, and I certainly couldn’t fight several. Most ‘ordinary’ people in Thedas won’t have much in the way of weaponry. But likewise, neither will mages. They have magic, but that isn’t the same thing.

How many dead bodies do you need to prove this? The mage who was apparently murdered by villagers in Crestwood, when she went in to try to help them. The mages cut down by the Qunari swords in The Demands of the Qun. The villagers who were going to fucking lynch Rhys and his friends in Asunder.

It feels like you’ve made up a story about how magic works in both of these series that isn’t true to either of them.

Give these advantages to non-magical people in Thedas and I will agree that the Circles aren’t necessary.

So … to be clear, you’re arguing for:

the abduction of and permanent separation of children from their parents

forced conversion to a religion and the suppression of alternative religious beliefs

deprivation of citizenship and the basic rights that come with that

reducing people to a permanent infantile status as wards of a religious institution

permanent surveillance of affected individuals (phylacteries)

execution without trial where deemed appropriate by religious authorities

… because people might get possessed and can sometimes make fire come out of their hands? Well. Okay then. Good to know.

#dragon age #chantry critical #Anonymous

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Far Cry 5: The Lamb and The Four Living Creatures

I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I finally got some time to really sit down and get my thoughts into some kind of order. We know that the events of Far Cry 5 are based on the Book of Revelations. The Seeds are described as the four horsemen of the apocalypse, which seems to be a favorite among game devs and writers, and so on and so forth. So the horsemen are accounted for, as is the Lamb of God (the junior deputy) who opens the Seven Seals on the Apocalyptic document and brings about the end of the world.

But nobody ever talks about the Four Living Creatures who stand before the Throne of God.

The four beasts of Revelations are as follows: the lion, the ox, the man, and the eagle. They are the creatures that announce the opening of the first four seals, as well as the appearance of each of the four horsemen. In some traditions, the beasts are believed to be cherubim (not putti, which are the flying babies in Renaissance paintings), and are God’s throne bearers. When they arrive with the Lamb, they chant, "HOLY, HOLY, HOLY LORD GOD ALMIGHTY, which was, and is, and is to come" (Rev 4:8).

I don’t know if this has been discussed before, I know I haven’t seen anything on it, but here’s what I’ve got: the four living creatures are represented by Whitehorse, Pratt, Burke, and Hudson.

You simply can’t explain the beasts out of context, so I am going to analyze each of the seven seals and describe my thoughts on the beasts as I go along. The main point of this post is to look in detail at the beasts, but I’ve got a bone to pick with Joseph Seed on the fifth seal, and I’d like to talk about the sixth and seventh seals as well, so they will all be included.

DISCLAIMER: I am not a theologian, I’m not even a traditional Christian (I’m deist, if anyone was curious), and I admit that I am more or less shoe-horning the Bible into the context of the game. I am not looking too deeply into any of the mythology behind the Christian apocalypse, and I am not really looking at anything other than the text of the King James Version of the Bible. For instance, we do know that the beasts have an order (Lion, Ox, Man, Eagle), but I’m throwing that out in favor of using the games cues and plot points to discern the order. We can do this by looking at how the Bible describes each of these creatures throughout, and by looking at the characters. Everybody is always welcome to add to or contradict my post as you see fit, but remember that I’m just rambling and putting my thoughts into an FC5 shitpost because I’m obsessed with this stupid game.

I also feel compelled to warn you that there are a TON of mistakes in this...

Anyway, on to the main event, right below the cut.

Lamb on the Throne And I beheld, and, lo, in the midst of the throne and of the four beasts, and in the midst of the elders, stood a Lamb as it had been slain, having seven horns and seven eyes, which are the seven Spirits of God sent forth into all the earth. (Rev 5:6)

This is pretty straightforward, actually. The Lamb of God is the only being worthy of breaking the Seals and opening the Book. Joseph Seed describes the junior deputy as being the one to break the seals, and yet he calls them Hell, who follows the white horse. Simply put, Joseph is wrong. This isn’t really all that surprising considering he believes he speaks to God, when in reality he is likely hearing the voice of Satan, which in reality is likely just auditory hallucinations brought on by mental illness. He also claims that John was wrong when he assigned the deputy their sin, saying that the junior deputy is consumed by pride. He’s wrong about this as well.

And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb: For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand? (Rev 6:16-17)

John was absolutely right about the junior deputy being the embodiment of Wrath, because Revelations tells us that the wrath of the Lamb is what will end the earth.

The First Seal And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see. And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer. (Rev 6:1-2)

This is Joseph (I’ll talk about the antichrist angle in a bit, just hold on). Joseph is the only member of the Seed family acknowledged in the opening mission. This isn’t a coincidence. The person who calls him forward and announces his appearance is Cameron Burke.

I believe that Burke is the living creature who has the face of a man. The Man is the heavenly representation of humankind, man’s dominance as God’s favorite creation (cast in His image), humanitarianism, and taming the influence of the other three living creatures. The Man embodies dignity and power. Burke is the one that brings the other three officers together to arrest Joseph Seed. He’s the one who serves Joseph’s arrest warrant for kidnapping with intent to harm. He leads them into the church and attempts to thwart Joseph’s inhumane treatment of the people in Hope County.

The Man is often attributed to Matthew the Evangelist, one of Christ’s apostles. Matthew-- who was likely the same person as Levi, a tax collector before he met Jesus and was considered a despicable person because of his collusion with the Roman occupation force-- invited Jesus to a feast. When other folks criticized Jesus for fraternizing with such tax collectors and sinners, Jesus replied, "I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance." (Luke 5:32) Matthew is thought to have been martyred with a halberd while he was preaching the gospel. He is the only Evangelist to have been killed with a weapon, just like Burke (he shoots himself in the head, making him the only one to be threatened or killed with a weapon).

The relationship between Jesus and Matthew is rather similar to the junior deputy’s relationship with Burke. When everyone else sees Burke as a yes-man and an errand boy, all too ready to charge into battle for a commendation, the deputy treats him as a valuable member of a team that they are prepared to fight for. They try to save him, even if that ends in tragedy. Why would the deputy try to save Burke, especially when Burke didn’t want to be saved? Because the Sheriff told them to? I don’t think so. I think they were compelled to save him because they believed he deserved to be saved. The deputy saw Burke as a partner, not as an objective.

The Second Seal And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see. And there went out another horse [that was] red: and [power] was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword. (Rev 6:3-4)

The horseman of war is Jacob Seed. Jacob is perhaps the most obvious of the horsemen. He has red hair, is ex-military, and is consumed by a kill or be killed mentality. The beast that accompanies him is Staci Pratt, the Ox. (note that in some versions, this beast is referred to as the Calf. Both are acceptable in this instance, but I like the Ox better)

Throughout the Bible, the Ox is described as the single most important animal to mankind. It is the ultimate beast of burden, and stealing your neighbor’s ox is punishable by death throughout the Old Testament. The Ox symbolizes dependability, strength, willingness to serve, and divine sacrifice. The Ox was often sacrificed in place of an actual person because it was the second most divine creature in existence.

Pratt literally sacrifices himself for the junior deputy. He knows that his plan, should it fail, would end up disastrous for them both, and he knows that if the junior deputy doesn’t get out then they’re both dead. So, rather than jumping onto the truck instead of the junior deputy, or jumping onto it with them, he sacrifices himself. He stays on that balcony, knowing full well that when Jacob finds him the punishment will be severe. He fully expects Jacob to kill him, but he does it anyway. Aside from that, Jacob’s entire deal is about strength and sacrifice. That ties right in with the ox’s role.

The Ox is attributed to Luke the Evangelist, one of Christ’s apostles. Luke was the saint of several patronages, but the most interesting in this context is the bachelor. In the voice files (as uncovered by other members of the fandom), Pratt laments that he only became a cop to get laid, indicating that he is much more interested in “sowing oats” than in settling down, so that more or less fits him.

Finally, there’s a lot of confusion regarding Luke’s death. Some sects believe he was martyred by having first his writing hand and then his head cut off, others believe that he was imprisoned without food and water and wasted away in a jail cell (which is Pratt’s intended fate at Jacob’s hand).

The Third Seal And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a denarius, and three measures of barley for a denarius; and [see] thou hurt not the oil and the wine. (Rev 6:5-6)

This is John. Even if the concept art didn’t tell us that John is the third horseman, verse 6 would. Oil and wine have often been considered luxuries in many cultures, and the grain is being carefully weighed and rationed, which ties into John’s own lavish lifestyle, as well as his job of collecting resources from the people of Fall’s End. The horseman also carries a set of balances, which are a common motif for law and order, and John is a lawyer. The beast that accompanies him is the Eagle, Joey Hudson.

The Eagle symbolizes courage, power, shrewdness, and exerts dominance over the sky and air. It is nearly equal to the Lion, and is a proud and fearsome creature that does not bow easily to oppression or suppression.

Hudson is unbreakable, indomitable, and fights John every step of the way. She never once lets him beat her, and steadfastly refuses to submit to John’s torture. Interestingly, the eagle applies to John as well in that he is an exceptional pilot and carries a strong flight motif. Also, Hudson has a tattoo on her forearm of an eagle and an American flag, directly marking her as the Eagle.

The Eagle is attributed to John the Evangelist, which is interesting in and of itself for an obvious reason. In art, Saint John is sometimes depicted in medieval art as androgynous or feminine, making him the only Evangelist that could have been a woman. Hudson is the only one of the junior deputies partners that is female. John was the only Evangelist to die of natural causes, just as Hudson was the only one to have never been under any real threat of death, at John Seed’s hand or otherwise.

The Fourth Seal And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see. And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth. (Rev 6:7-8)

This is Faith. This one is less straightforward than the other two, and is perhaps the most nuanced of the four. Looking at personified aspects of Death and Hell, Death is of course Faith herself. Everywhere she goes, death and destruction follows her. Tracey tells us this explicitly. The Hell that follows her could be the zealots (priestesses) and demons (angels) that surround her and fill her region. Death is indicated to use the tools of the other horsemen to destroy the earth, and if you pay attention to how Faith runs her region, you can see that she does exactly this. She is perfectly willing to kill and torture people (Jacob/war), she uses her greenhouses and fields to grow Bliss instead of food and doesn’t seem to care if this negatively affects other people (John/famine), and she tries to control everything and everyone around her with brainwashing and drugs (Joseph/conquest). The verse also mentions killing with the beasts of the earth. This could be the Bliss hallucinations the junior deputy sees all over her region, where they see a deer that suddenly transforms into a bear when they get close. The beast that accompanies her is Earl Whitehorse, the Lion. His name is just a red herring for Joseph to latch onto to justify what he and his people do during the Reaping.

The Lion symbolizes leadership, bravery, protectiveness, and fearlessness. The lion is also an analogue for God. Whitehorse is literally the Sheriff of Hope County, and is one of the highest ranking people in the county. He’s selfless and protective of the junior deputy (resistance members sometimes mention that Whitehorse seems to think of the junior deputy as his own child, which is further supported by the Lion symbolizing God, and the Lamb symbolizing Christ).

The Lion is attributed to Mark the Evangelist. He is depicted in art as rescuing slaves (Whitehorse’s personal mission is keeping innocent civilians from becoming angels), and is often associated with the Resurrection of Christ (Whitehorse likely personally hired the junior deputy). Mark died in Alexandria when Alexandrians tied a rope around his neck and dragged him until he was dead. Whitehorse planned to hang himself if the junior deputy had failed to stop the Bliss.

The Fifth Seal And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth? And white robes were given unto every one of them; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season, until their fellow servants also and their brethren, that should be killed as they [were], should be fulfilled. (Rev 6:9-11)

In the final confrontation, Joseph tells the junior deputy that they have made martyrs of his family, and so he is prepared to do the same with the deputy’s “family.” Once again, Joseph is wrong. The souls of the martyrs are the people that Joseph and the cult murdered. The souls are asking God when they will be avenged, and they are answered that they must wait for just a little while longer, until their brothers and sisters are martyred as they were. If we look at the arrival of the four horsemen as being represented by the Seeds’ deaths, then yeah the souls of the martyrs would be Joseph’s flock. However, looking at it this way simply doesn’t make any sense, because the deputy hasn’t killed Joseph, who is the first horseman. The first seal is opened when the deputy first comes into contact with him, so it stands to reason that the other seals are opened when the deputy first comes into contact with the other siblings as well.

I don’t have a single theory for this. Hell, maybe the deputy just ran around the county like a chicken with their head cut off, I don’t know. Maybe the fifth seal is opened as the other seals are opened, meaning the deputy avenges the martyrs as they go before confronting Joseph at the end. Either way, the martyrs whose souls cry for vengeance are the people that the cult has slain, including Eli and Virgil, Virgil’s son, etc. If you look around at the posed bodies all over the county, they are often wrapped in or draped with white sheets. These are the white robes given to the martyrs. God’s revenge for the martyrs is killing the members of the cult (as well as the actual apocalypse).

It is interesting to note the inclusiveness in these verses. The ones that are meant to die as revenge for the martyrs are referred to as their brethren, and are described as serving alongside them. This is pretty much what Eden’s Gate is all about, which adds to the idea that Joseph and his flock thought they were doing the right thing. It’s actually rather sad when you think about it.

The Sixth Seal And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood; And the stars of the heavens fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. And the heavens departed as a scroll when it is rolled together; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places. And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains; And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb: For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand? (Rev 6:12-17)

This is super straightforward. I know that Joseph quotes it just before his boss fight, but I think he’s wrong here as well. I think that this is the nuclear war that inexplicably falls on Hope County (seriously, why are there so many bombs concentrated in the middle of nowhere?). Joseph makes a point to tell the deputy that all the politicians have been silenced, which is part of these verses. They all fall to the wrath of the Lamb, and everyone and everything is destroyed. That’s why Joseph is still alive, as well, but I’ll explain that in a bit.

The Seventh Seal And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour. And I saw the seven angels which stood before God; and to them were given seven trumpets. And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer [it] with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. And the smoke of the incense, [which came] with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand. And the angel took the censer, and filled it with fire of the altar, and cast [it] into the earth: and there were voices, and thunderings, and lightnings, and an earthquake. And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. (Rev 8:1-6)

The period of silence is what Joseph refers to when he’s listening to the radio (or lack thereof). After this, each of the seven years they spend in the bunker is one trumpet sound, for a total of seven plagues during which the entire world is completely destroyed. Demons rise from Hell and torment those who remain on earth, the horsemen run around and do what they do, and then the Lamb chooses who will inhabit the earth after God casts His judgment.

I really suggest reading Revelations to get a good sense of what happens here. It’s too much to put in a silly little blog post, but it really is an interesting read. Very fire and brimstone, blood and thunder.

The Identity of Joseph Seed One theory regarding the reason Joseph survives the apocalypse is that Joseph is the horseman of conquest, and the wrath of the Lamb is an act of conquest. Even after all the other horseman have come and gone, conquest remains in the form of a new world order, a new regime, or what have you. Conquest never goes away, even after war and famine and death are gone. Of course, this part isn’t in the Bible, this is just me waxing philosophic, but I think it’s rather fitting.

Another theory is that Joseph is the Antichrist, which also makes a lot of sense. In 1951, a Roman Catholic Bishop wrote:

“The Antichrist will not be so called; otherwise he would have no followers... he will come disguised as the Great Humanitarian; he will talk peace, prosperity and plenty not as means to lead us to God, but as ends in themselves... He will tempt Christians with the same three temptations with which he tempted Christ... He will have one great secret which he will tell to no one: he will not believe in God. Because his religion will be brotherhood without the fatherhood of God, he will deceive even the elect. He will set up a counterchurch... It will have all the notes and characteristics of the Church, but in reverse and emptied of its divine content. It will be a mystical body of the Antichrist that will in all externals resemble the mystical body of Christ.”

This is almost exactly Joseph Seed. He resembles the traditional (inaccurate) image of Christ in the west (long hair, beard, blue eyes), his religion is definitely not Christianity (even if it is based on it), and he acts as his own god to his flock. This could make a fourth herald a possibility (cut from the game thanks to budget and deadlines), to take his place as the horseman of conquest.

Yet another theory is that Joseph himself is actually the Lamb, and the junior deputy is the horseman of conquest, reversing everything I’ve said up to this point (including the role of the Seed siblings and the deputy’s partners) This actually makes some kind of sense in that the deputy runs around and takes over every region for the resistance. The deputy is also freeing their partners, which could symbolize the horsemen being set upon the world. This would make the Seeds the beasts. Of course, Joseph can’t be the Lamb and the beast that calls forth the horseman of conquest, so perhaps Dutch is the beast instead. He drags the deputy out of the river and gets them ready to go back out into the fight, so perhaps this is him fulfilling his role as the Man and announcing the arrival of the horseman. Or, as above, a fourth herald could fill this role as well.

Conclusion Again, I am not an expert, and everything I have said in this post has more or less been forced to fit. The characters do not draw exactly from the Bible, but there are enough parallels that I don’t think any of it is coincidence.

So, to recap:

Cameron Burke is the Man who calls out the rider of the white horse, Joseph Seed (conquest).

Staci Pratt is the Ox who calls out the rider of the red horse, Jacob Seed (war).

Joey Hudson is the Eagle who calls out the rider of the black horse, John Seed (famine).

Earl Whitehorse is the Lion who calls out the rider of the pale horse, Faith Seed (death).

Each beast heralds the coming of the Lamb, who is persecuted and takes the throne with the appearance of having been slain. The junior deputy comes after their partners in a very systematic fashion (almost as though they had been heralded), and is battered and bruised and scarred as they “open the seals” and inevitably confront Joseph to “take the throne.” The junior deputy, like Christ, selflessly liberates each region, amasses a fiercely loyal following, and nearly dies for so many people it’s not even funny. They are persecuted, nearly broken, and yet they doggedly push on, determined to save their friends and their county. Also, one of the cuts made to sacrifice and butcher an animal is across the throat. If the cut is made deep enough, it could damage the vocal folds, rendering the animal mute. The deputy never speaks, and the Bible tells us that the Lamb appears upon the throne as it has been slain. With its throat cut and silent.

Anyway, feel free to add to this or whatever! I was going to link a few sources but I lost them. It was mostly just Wikipedia and an online version of the King James version of the Bible. Abrahamic religion and mythology is actually very fascinating, and there’s a lot to love about the motifs illustrated in the Book of Revelation especially, so I definitely recommend reading about it!

Tell me what you think, and thanks for reading!

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Two Wrongs Make a Right

Titles: Two Wrongs Make a Right

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Demon!Reader

Word Count: 4008

Summary: With Dean as a demon, he happens to have a bunch of run-in’s with Y/N, whom he called a “demon bitch.” With his uncaring personality, he finds a thrill in trying to get her in bed. To get her to swallow her pride and beg for… all of him.

Warnings: All the SMUT, Explicit Language, Rough!Dean, Oral (Female Receiving), Sexual Tension, and… that’s all I can think of.

A/N: This is my entry for @ain-t-bovvered and @waywardbaby’s Followers 666 Challenge!! The Sin that I chose was Pride and the prompt I saw fit was #37: “I’m sorry, I cant understand what you are saying because I don’t speak little bitch,” which will be italicized and in bold :) I was surprised at how much I enjoyed writing demon!Reader and demon!Dean. I felt like it gave me the freedom to be the ruthless bitch I could be but chose not to. LOL. I hope you guys like it!!

Also, I am still debating in turning this into my first series ever!! So please tell me what you think about it and if I should continue the story!! Thank you!!

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

“That’s it. I can’t deal with you two bickering morons right now,” Crowley muttered before vanishing off to who knows where.

You rolled your eyes as the King of Hell left you with your current arch nemesis, Dean Winchester. The arrogant bastard thought he had the right to boss you around and tell you what to do. Was it your job to wait on his every need like a little bitch? Hell no. You don’t take orders from no one, and you weren’t about to start just because the infamous Dean Winchester now had black eyes. He could be standing on a giant ball with one foot, juggling bowling pins caught on fire, with a monkey dancing on his head, and you still wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about the man. He was infuriating.

“So what do we do now?” He asked, that smug smirk plastered on his mouth. How you wish you could just slice it right off.

“I could always skin you alive, starting with your toes all the way to that pretty little face of yours?” You suggested.

“Oh sweetheart, I love it you get all riled up.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

“I also love it when you talk dirty to me,” Dean countered quickly. He was always a witty one.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the once righteous hunter. “Why are you even here again?”

“Why are you?” He answered your question with another question, one of the few quirks you loathed about him. He knew how much that ticked you off, so it always brought him great pleasure to get the chance to do it.

“I was here first,” you snapped.

“Well, I’m staying because we’re practically best friends,” the sarcasm oozing from every syllable.

How he managed to piss you off so hard was beyond you, but you had had enough of him. “Get out. Leave,” you demanded.

“Now why would I do that? I like the company here.”

“Fine. I’m a little bored of this place anyways. You have fun,” you faked a smile before storming out. Dean watched your hips sway all the way out the door before he got out of his own seat to follow. If Dean was something as a demon, it was persistent, especially when it came to you. He was going to get you to swallow your pride one way or another and get you to beg for him. Beg for his cock. Beg for him to make you feel unbelievable full, aching, and satisfied.

You were walking down the dark streets, unfazed by the creeps lurking around. You were a demon; you could easily kill any loser that rubbed you the wrong way. There was no longer anything to be afraid of. Even if they hurt you, you were already dead.

“Hey there gorgeous, want to have some fun?” A large drunk man walked up to you, his half-lidded eyes undressing you.

“If by fun, you mean me cutting off your dick and shoving it down your throat so you choke and die on it, then yeah. Let’s get this party started,” you smirked, your eyes flashing completely black.

The man seemed to sobered up quickly, stumbling backwards before bolting in the other direction. You chuckled at how pathetic he was before continuing back to your motel room. Dean watched from afar, enjoying your warm and enchanting personality. It made him wonder what type of person you were when you were alive.

According to Crowley, you had sold your soul back in the 1920’s to save your husband. 10 years later your debt had to be repaid, but a few hours before you were to be mauled by hell hounds, you had found out about your husband’s secret affairs that’s been happening ever since you bought him back to life. So, you made another deal, Crowley being the one to seal it. You wanted revenge and asked to be returned to your body as a demon so you could kill him with your bare hands, with the face your husband had come to know. He was going to pay for what he did. Crowley on the other hand was more than happy to oblige. He’d get two souls for it. Yours and his. They only catch was that you had to work for him, and if that was the small cost you had to pay for your revenge, then so be it, and the deal was sealed with a kiss.

Just as you entered the motel room, you sighed heavily with annoyance. “What the hell are you doing here?” You growled.

“Thought you’d might like some company,” Dean cooed.

“Not by the likes of you… ever.”

“Oh c’mon. Stop denying the fact that you want me,” Dean stepped into the light, his signature smirk playing on his unworldly pink lips.

“As if. Now get the hell out.”

“Only if you ask nicely,” he grinned, taking a step closer. Right when you were about to open your mouth, Dean was suddenly standing before you, his chest pressed against yours. You didn’t react, simply scowling at him, killing him a millions times over in your head. “Oh, Sweetheart, we both know you want me.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t understand what you’re saying because I don’t speak little bitch,” you retorted.

In a flash, Dean on you. His arms securely trapping you flush against his body, mouth harshly attached to yours, and hands roughly squeezing your ass. You couldn’t help the moan slipping passed your lips as Dean ravished you. It was unexpected and did nothing to help alleviate the sexual tension you had for the man.

You hated him, that was for sure, but at the same time you craved him, which was why you hated him all the more. You were in control of yourself, and you weren’t about to let some cocky demon Winchester tear all that apart, no matter how tempting he was, but now it was too late.

Attempting to keep your façade up, you broke the kiss, yanking your bottom lip from between his teeth, then struggling to escape his grasp, but it was futile. Somehow, despite the years in difference, he was still stronger than you. While you fought for release, Dean latched his lips to your neck, sucking, nibbling, and licking, leaving dark marks everywhere.

“Your mine,” he growled against your skin, his words hitting you hard in your core.

“In your dreams,” you gasped as he bit down hard at the junction where your neck met your shoulder, breaking the skin. Dean licked up the blood, loving the way the metallic liquid tasted.

“Haven’t you ever heard that sometimes dreams do come true,” he whispered in your ear, his hands squeezing your bum once again, this time hard enough to elicit a yelp from you.

Dean took that as his opportunity to connect his lips to yours again, his tongue sneaking in to taste every inch of you. When you didn’t comply, he quickly and recklessly backed you up against the wall, thoroughly trapping you.

With you now more secured, he let his hands travel up your hips, slipping passed the fabric and over your bare skin, fingers leaving a tingling sensation as he caressed your naked torso. His hands quickly found your chest, releasing a loud groan of approval when he realized that all this time you were braless. He could have reached over to you any time he wanted and feel your hardening nipples in his large palm through the thin cloth you wore.

“Son of a bitch,” you managed to say when you pulled your lips away from him, needing to catch your breath.

“Fucking tease, you know that?” Dean’s breathing was just as labored as yours. “You always walk around without a bra?”

“No panties either,” you revealed, a smug grin on your lips.

“Such a bad girl,” Dean snarled, both of his hands now covering your twin mounds. A loud yelp echoed through the room as he squeezed your breasts hard, your nipples caught between his fingers as he pinched them.

The back of your head hit the wall at the sudden pleasure. That was one thing you had realized when you became a demon all those centuries ago, your senses, when it came to sex, was a lot more sensitive; a lot more intense, but the way Dean touched you drove you over the top, but you’d never admit that. You would never give him the satisfaction.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you replied, shoving him away from you with all your might. Dean stumbled back, his eyes black and brows furrowed in disappointment. “Keep your hands to yourself, Sweetheart,” you mocked, straightening yourself.

Dean growled, stalking back towards you, his body language sending off a few alarms in your head, but you weren’t going to back down. “Your mine, now submit,” he barked.

“Oh, ho, ho,” you chuckled with purpose, “I don’t belong to no one. I don’t anybody, especially you,” you spat, poking at his firm chest.

“That’s what you think.”

“Really? What makes you believe that I’m yours?” You inquired, crossing your arms over your chest, and shifting all your weight onto one side of your body, sticking the opposite hip out.

“Because I said so,” Dean stated, his voice so low you could barely understand what he was saying due to the vibrations.

Once again, as you were about to say something, Dean had stolen your attention. He had propelled you onto the bed, your tiny figure bouncing unflatteringly on the mattress. By the time your steadied yourself, Dean was already on top of you, literally ripping your shirt in half.

You gasped at his wildness. “You dick, this was new,” you muttered.

“Does it look like I give a shit,” he countered, “now shut up.” His lips were back on yours while his hands worked on removing the rest of your clothing. Dean had had enough of your playing hard to get and he was now going to take what he believed was his. You.

Through your struggle, Dean had yet to hear you say “no,” but it never came. Dean had you bare beneath him, taking hold of both your wrists and pinning them about your head with one hand as he pressed his body between your legs. With his free hand, he grabbed onto one of your legs, prying them open to reveal your soaked cunt to him; all wet and ready.

Dean kissed your swollen lips hard one last time before licking and sucking his way down to your pussy, leaving dark marks as he went. Hovering over your sopping cunt, you could feel the heat of his breath, the heaviness of his breathing. You could tell that he was trying to control himself, and you weren’t any better. He could see your chest heaving erratically. The little things that you were doing didn’t get passed him, for example, the way your fist clenched the sheets, the subtle quiver of your legs in anticipation. He knew what you wanted, but he was going to make you beg.

“So wet,” he commented, making you bite you bottom lip. “What do you want?” The question alone implied his intentions, but you didn’t speak. You couldn’t speak. If you did, only a loud moan would come out. You desperately wanted him, needed him, but you were prideful. You didn’t need a man. You didn’t need him.

When Dean got no response, he delicately blew on your clit, the sudden cool air causing your body to jolt a bit. “Shit,” you finally spewed, squirming in his grasp. You hadn’t expected the sudden act.

“C’mon Y/N, tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. Submit.”

“Screw you,” you gritted.

“That’s the plan,” Dean replied, chuckling.

As if on perfect timing, just as your lips parted to speak, Dean quickly sucked on your clit, letting it pop out of his mouth in one swift motion. You moaned loudly, your entire body arching from the surprising pleasure, and your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Atta girl,” Dean teased, capturing the sensitive nub in his mouth, keeping your wrists still pinned above your head, and throwing your leg over his shoulder so he could taste you better. “Tastes better than any pussy I’ve had,” Dean confessed, “need to taste more.”

Dean finally released your wrist, but before you could try and push him away, his hot slippery tongue plunged inside of your sweet hole, tasting more of you. With a loud yelp, your hands flew into his hair, pulling and pushing his head closer to your aching heat. He was so good with his tongue that you couldn’t help but want more. Your body reacted on it’s own, as if Dean was controlling you, and perhaps he was.

He didn’t relent, continuing to expertly devour your pussy. At this point your eyes were shut and rolled back, your spine arched like a perfect bridge, and your thighs began to shake violently as Dean held them a part from crushing his head.

You were so close, so damn close and Dean knew it. Dean read all the signs of your impending release, and pulled his lips away right before you could let go. “Fucking hell!” You screamed when he detached his lips from your pussy lips. Glancing down, you saw Dean smirking at you, his lips, chin, and the tip of his nose wet with your juices.

“Tell me what you want.”

Your hands were gripping on to Dean’s hair, right at the roots for dear life. You needed to find your release. That son of a bitch pulled away on purpose. He knew very well what he was doing to you, but your stubbornness and your pride was getting of the way of probably the best orgasm you’ve ever received simply by mouth.

Feeling the loosening of your grip on his light brown locks, he knew you were finally calming down, which was his cue to near you to the edge once again, so he swiped his tongue along your entrance before assaulting your clit. This time around, Dean held nothing back, the coil in your stomach tightening quickly.

“Dean!” You shouted his name, your entire upper half lifting off of the bed, now sitting up, and your legs quivering in pursuit to shut tight, but Dean held you down fast. Despite you tugging on his hair, Dean continued his ministrations, edging further and further to fulfillment. “Please,” the words finally slipped passed your lips, as your whole body trembled with arousal.

You watched as his lips connected with your pussy, watched how he ate you out like a starved animal. As much as you denied it, he was gorgeous, especially with his head between your legs. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you neared your tipping point.

“Please. Please, please, please!” The word fell from your lips repeatedly, needing to find your release.

“That’s right. Beg for it,” Dean mumbled against your core, the vibrations only adding more to the pleasure.

“Fuck! Please, Dean. I need to come,” you begged.

That was what Dean was waiting for. That was all he needed and he demolished your cunt. Sucking, licking, biting, growling, the whole nine, and in a matter of seconds, you were coming undone. You screamed through your release, hunched over Dean’s head, pulling on his hair while your legs shook.

When you finally calmed down, you threw yourself backwards, sighing in delight. Dean propped himself on his knees, taking in every aspect of you. There were tear stains on your crimson cheeks and tears still rolling down the side of your eyes. Dean smiled knowing those were tears of the best orgasm ever, but now, he needed to be inside of you, and he knew just the way to get your approval.

Leaving you to recuperate, knowing you were going to need it, he rid himself of his clothing. He was completely bare when you finally managed opened your eyes, immediately being drawn directly to Dean’s massive cock. You might have been a demon, but you knew it was going to hurt. You had never had anyone remotely close to being his size. He was long and extremely thick. Yum.

Dean wasted no time in proceeding with his plan. He already got you to beg for release, now he was going to make you beg for his cock like the good little cock slut you were meant to be. His good little girl.

Positioning the head of his shaft at your opening, he poked at you teasingly. The anticipation had your heart thumping against your ribcage to the point that was all you could hear. Your cunt was drooling with hunger, wanting, needing him inside of you. You were yearning for the burning stretch of his huge cock slipping into your tight little pussy.

“You gonna finally tell me what you want, Y/N?” Dean smirked down at you, knowing he had you going crazy for him.

You stared daggers at him, eyes squinted with infuriation, however, he was right. He had you right where he wanted you, and right where you never wanted to be… at the mercy of some arrogant, cocky, self-centered, womanizer of a man. You’d be a fool to let this happen to you a second time. Just because you were a demon, didn’t mean you had no feelings. That blasted man had somehow wriggled his way into your darkened heart, and as much as you tried to keep those feelings locked up, each day proved to be most difficult.

It was your wit and your determination… no, it was your pride that kept you from entirely falling for him, plus the grudge you’ve kept against them. Dean Winchester and his brother had tried to kill you on many occasions, so why were you so riled up by a man that, once upon a time, wanted you dead? Damn you Winchester!

“Well?” Dean interrupted your thoughts, stimulating a long and languid moan to fall from your lips as he pushed barely the tip into you. “Tell me what you want,” his words came out demanding, rather than playful. It was obvious now that he needed you just as much as you needed him, but it was his pride as well, wanting you to submit completely to him.

Dean shoved the top of his length into you again, this time leaving it in, allowing you to appreciate how amazing it was going to feel with him fully sheathed inside you. He watched your expression, loving the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arched, allowing his eyes to drink in how perfect you were. Allowing him and his thoughts to deliberate how much he wanted to torture you with utter bliss that your body falls apart. He wanted to wreck you with his body, wreck you with his cock. He was going to make you his little sex whore if it was the last thing he did.

“Fuck, please!” There is was. You were finally crumbling beneath him, absolutely submitted to him. Little miss badass demon was finally going to beg for him. Beg for his cock.

“Sorry Sweetheart, I didn’t hear you,” Dean chuckled menacingly.

“I need it. I need you!”

“Need me to what?” He whispered in her ear after leaning over her writhing form.

Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck, bringing him closer, just as your legs did by wrapping around his waist, attempting to pull him into you. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me, please!” You were a begging mess, your mind now blanketed with nothing but the cravings you’ve resisted all this time.

You screamed as Dean buried himself inside of you. He pushed harder and harder, forcing you to fit all of him. The pain was immeasurable, but it only heightened your arousal. You wanted him to take control. You wanted him to do as he pleased with your body. You wanted him to dominate you in every way possible. Dean was a beast and you wanted to be his victim.

He started to pound into you, drawing non-stop pleas of pleasure from your lips. His name fell from your perfect lips like a mantra for the gods, except Dean was your god. He felt you tightening around him, reaching your peak surprisingly quick, but this time Dean wasn’t going to deny you of it. He wanted to feel you strangle his dick with your tight cunt.

With every powerful and bruising thrust, Dean sent you over the edge, your body convulsing violently as the, by far, best orgasm set fire through every nerve endings. Dean moaned with pure satisfaction when liquid came flying everywhere, forcing his cock from you.

“Damn baby, you just squirted. That’s fucking sexy,” he cooed. “Let’s see how much more you can give me, Sweetheart.”

Without allowing you to calm down, Dean was already thrusting back into you with a new found drive and goal. He was going to fuck you soaking wet!

You cried out as the sensation zapped through you, the coil building up in your abdomen again. “Fuck!” You screamed, the feeling just as overwhelming as the first one, your juices squirting out as Dean pulled out, watching.

Suddenly, Dean scooted downwards, his face at your pussy. You noted the excitement in his eyes, making you wonder what the hell he was up to now, but before you could ask, he stuck two of his rough fingers inside of you, pumping viciously against your g-spot. His lips trapped around our clit, sucking, licking, and biting, drawing strings of profanities from you.

“That’s it baby, squirt in my mouth,” Dean encouraged. Your eyes shut tight as you let go. Dean had his mouth open, drinking all you had to offer before going licking over your slit and sucking on your clit, not wanting to waste the taste of you.

“Holy shit!” You cried, tears streaming down your face again. This was the first time in your history that you’ve ever squirted. It was no surprise that Dean could pull it out of you. This was something new and only added another tether towards the green-eyed Winchester.

“Now it’s my turn to come,” Dean murmured, lining himself back at you entrance, “and I’m going to fill you up really good,” he added.

Dean charged into you, drilling into you and making you scream, begging for him to fill you up. For the umpteenth time, you reached your high along with Dean. He grunted, stuffing you up with his hot seed while your pussy squeezed him of every last drop. When Dean was done, he collapsed on top of you, his breathing labored just as yours were.

Once you were able to catch your breath, you pushed him off of you and hopped out of the bed and into the bathroom where you cleaned yourself up. You took a good look at yourself in the mirror, more color on your face than before and body littered with hickies from that damn Winchester. You couldn’t believe that you let it happen. You couldn’t believe that Dean had managed to get you to beg for him, beg for release, beg him to fill you up with cum, but never again. This was a one-time deal and you were going to make sure of it.

Returning to the main room, you started to slip on your clothing as Dean laid naked under the covers watching you. He didn’t seem surprised that you were leaving, merely observing as you gathered your things.

“So… same time tomorrow?” Dean questioned, that annoying smug grin on his face.

“Go fuck yourself.”

And with that you were out the door, Dean’s smirk never faltering. In fact, he took those words as a challenge, and he never backed down from a challenge.

“Y/N, you’re mine,” he announced to himself, before falling back into the sheets.

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Royals and Diamonds || Huang Justin

— Author Note :

Hey, she’s back and settling down once again to write.

Being fair, I really miss writing during my hiatus. I swear I thirst so much to pull my hands and type during my time in the hotel room all alone with just my phone. So, here I am. I dedicate this piece as my comeback from that hiatus, sorry for the long wait guys. Enjoy :)

— Wc : 7K+

— Pairing : Huang Ming Hao - Reader

— Genre : Royal!au + slight!angst + fluff

— Summary : A caretaker and a royal, being faced by their feelings. Where’s the only problem is the question if a royal can ever be together with a lower rank status or not? Will it ever be a sin if such royal decided to dedicate his future by breaking his own royal law?

Huang Ming Hao, Justin Huang. Isn’t it cute to suddenly imagine him being a royal? The next heir to rule on the throne of the Huang Kingdom, the young growing teen who’s growing into a very dashing fine man despite he’s only 15?

To compound Justin Huang in a nutshell will be hard, because his life is too complex to even be put into a small compartment to be concluded. Let’s start from his early days, despite he is the youngest out of the 9 Power Kingdom. This is the early life of Huang Justin, the royal of the Huang Kingdom. The child who’s already destined which path he should take, without any freedom to choose his future as he was forced to be what he is born for.

The Kingdom of Huang, a place or kingdom where the sun shines the brightest. All seasons always warm and cheerful, where the skies stay blue even when a light shower came. The land filled with smiles and cheers, peace and endless love to the royal family.

Justin is born with love and attention, love from both of his royal families and love from his own citizen who celebrated his arrival to the world. He was more than proud to be born and raised as a royal, despite having the packed schedule to study and train and study and train again. He didn’t mind it one bit, he always dreamed for his time to come and lead the Kingdom. He wants to be ready.

He could say that he’s well acquaintance with the other 8 Kingdoms in view. He aspired to be as powerful like a Wang one day, to fight well like the Fan, to negotiate beautifully like a Chen, but not get himself killed like a Cai.

To say it directly, he hated the Cai. He hated their ego, their pride to think they’re the best when everyone knew it’s the Wang without a second glance. But also, because Xukun once broke his train sets when he was like 7 or something and never even apologize to him. Call him petty to hold onto that grudge for 5 years already, he didn’t care.

Huang Justin is also hard-headed, very self-centered and too independent. He doesn’t like being bothered, to be more precise he doesn’t necessarily like being helped or babied. So, when his parents bought him a caretaker when he was 12, he pretty much hated everything about her. He finds her very much too annoying and too bossy, he finds her babying him too much on his studies, he finds her too uptight on his own schedule, and he finds her babying him too much.

He hated you

You weren’t a natural born royal, but you grew up and spend most of your childhood in the Huang’s humble castle grounds. Being the daughter of the most loyal and trustful servant of the king and queen, you already knew where your path lies.

To serve and obey the royal, and you didn’t mind it one bit. You know the simple etiquette for a royal, discipline and polite, and calm. Well you tried to be calm dealing with the lovable prince of Huang. Despite they say he’s already very much very mature for his age, you would say otherwise.

Because you’re not dealing with an actual royal, a mature soon-to-be crowned king.

You were dealing with an actual child

He was only 12 when you first met him, a 4 years gap which wasn’t so bad. You were a teen and he was growing into one, you hope. The thing that irk you was his putrid manner, he literally ignored your whole existence when you came into his life. Like a little prick, he does everything to make your life like hell.

Like Justin explained before, he doesn’t like being babied and being told off to. So, when you came barging into his life, he sees you more of a brick wall that will just interfere with his future plan. Hence making him the most annoying kid in the whole universe.

“That’s not the spoon we use to drink the soup, Prince Huang”, you once said to him. He only stared at you, a visible glint of mischief in his eyes.

“I do what I want”, he said. Purposely he would throw his dining utensils between one another to make those annoying clinking sound, which would surely get him kicked out in a formal dining between the royals dinner or such. So, what did you do? Forcement method, make him learn the hard way.

Oh, you can so conclude he hated you more since then.

Surprisingly, 2 years passed like a swish and you managed to cope up with his antics, tantrums, whatever you want to call it. You could say you lost count on how many headaches you’ve handled, how much pent up emotions you wished you could direct it all out to him, and how amazing you manage to not murder the favorable angel of the Kingdom.

You thought you had to deal with more of his tantrum on the following years, it was until the extent you tried to believe and pray for miracle to happen.

And it did, that miracle is the most lovable, mature, actual human sunshine Chen Li Nong. You could never be more grateful of his existence making a surprise visit to the Huang. Linong literally made the stop to rest at the Huang’s humble home after striking the all time deal with the You Kingdom. Giving you the one and only chance to see Justin being all giddy and less than annoying for the first time in your life.

“Ahh, you must be this child’s caretaker?”, he said. You smiled politely at him and my oh my, he was literally the actual definition of an actual living sunshine. “Linong, Chen Li Nong from the Chen Region”, he introduced himself. “Your stay is our greatest pleasure, Prince Chen”, you said before he was dragged out by Justin to catch up.

Linong stared when they were already in a decent distant from you, he stared at the younger. “I don’t understand you sometimes, Huang”, he said. Justin only scoffed and guided him to the guest room Linong usually occupied when he plays to his kingdom.

Linong slumped down on the bed, feeling the relief to feel an actual mattress instead of velvet cushioned chair. “She’s a beautiful muse, perfect”, Linong said as he faced Justin who’s opening the window to let fresh air in the bedroom.

“She is”, Justin said. A small smile played on the yellow turnip’s face, his eyes glints in wonder. Linong stared at the younger in amusement, he finds his own limbs take place to where the younger is standing. His eyes locked on your figure, who’s chatting aimlessly with one of the servants who’s trimming the bushes. Justin awed a little on the small interaction, which caught Linong in surprise.

“You like her”, Linong stated.

Justin only stared at Linong, his chin resting on his hands which are being held by the windowsill. His eyes locked on Linong’s which is filled with excitement, his was filled with adoration. He pulled up a bigger smile, his cheek slightly tinted.

“I never said I hated her, have I?”

“Well you made it seems like you do”, Linong pointed out. Justin only hummed in approval, the older wasn’t wrong. “I don’t deal with feelings too well, you know this”, he said.

“Ahh, a 14 year old sprouting love”, the sunshine teased. Justin only smiled adoringly, his eyes still glued at you who’s laughing for whatever had happened.

“Who knows, maybe it’s only puppy love or such.”, he said. “But I never hate her, I would never”

*****

You would never know what did Linong do to Justin during his short stay, all you knew the progress happened quickly. Mostly, you assumed Justin was on his puberty mood-swing phase and ended up being the nicest kid when he hits his 15.

He would still annoy you whenever he can, but it wasn’t too much of a hassle. At least he did open up to you, just a slight change but it was better than nothing.

Wearing your usual outfit, a simple white shirt with a pair of black jeans. A small yellow diamond rested itself on your collar, a symbol of the Kingdom’s warmth and color. It was tea time, or more to a sugar spree for the young prince.

He hummed when he caught the scent of the freshly brewed tea, paired with the sound of the fluid gentle flow as it hits the bottom of the porcelain teacup. “Two cubes”, he said in pure excitement on the sight of the cubes. You chuckled and nodded.

“I know”, you said and plumped two in his fair of cup.

Slowly he took the warm cup, sipping it slowly to not burn the tongue of his.

Tea time, in the meaning also as his alone time to relax and forget as he feeds himself away in a sugar rush. You began tidying the table bit by bit, occasionally filling his cup whenever it’s almost empty as he devours the shortcake and scones on his plates.

He would occasionally let out a small sight in content, his lips tugged into what you would call an angelic smile.

Beautiful

“Come with me”, he spoke out suddenly.

Your hands stopped every movement, afraid losing any balance and would ruin the expensive porcelain his family got from England. You stare at him, slight confusion in your eyes.

He smiled, sweet like honey and soft like the clouds.

“To the gala, come with me”, he said. The gala, the annual gala everyone had waited for the entire year. How could you forget such important date, The Cai’s Annual Gala

“Your mother already disapproves this”, you calmly stated. Taking another sweet to put on his plate but he only shook his head as his eyes still locks on yours.

“Your mother already found your own partner, I heard she’s the younger sibling of Prince Fan”, you said mindlessly tidying the plates and cups. You knew this already, he had been bugging you and simply asking you the same question every single time, every single moment. You rejected him all the time, despite the countless rejection for the past month, he still ask you anyways.

“I am not fit for such thing”, you said. He stared at you, a little bit of sad glaze slides in his eyes. You sighed. “I am not a royal, I am not fit to go to such high meeting”, you concluded.

“But, you have me. I am a royal”, he said in a persistent tone. “I have to go with a partner, Y/N. And I can’t go without a partner, where shall my face land?”, he whined.

You smiled a little at his tone, like a small child asking for a candy

“That’s why your mother already found and arrange your meeting with young Princess Fan”, you said as you tried to shut him off. “Go with her, you’ll have fun”, you assured him.

“If it’s not you—“, he trails. His eyes locks at yours, raw and tension mixed in one as his orbs pierced itself on yours. You gulped on the sudden intensity the young royal gave out, a somewhat dominating presence.

“—I’m not going”, he said.

“What nonsense are you playing?!”, you jumped by the sudden shriek whilst he was unbothered. He stares at the intruder in such boring gaze, you thought he would fall asleep in spot.

It wasn’t a joke, or a simple prank to give anyone a heart attack. He didn’t mind going with his caretaker, the only person who knows him despite his torture on her for the past 3 years. He finds himself more comfortable around her, he was able to be himself when she’s around. He’s serious on bringing you to the annual ball, he didn’t care if you’re not a royal. To him, you’re far more worth than a royal. Beautiful and elegant in your own way, intimidating and fierce in an amazing way.

He loves it

“M-My Queen”, you stuttered out as you bowed at his mother, the Queen herself stood in front of you.

“Rise, my child”, she said shortly.

The young prince didn’t do anything, he just stood there watching without even giving a single bow to his own mother. You stare in horror at his etiquette and beg him to not let his ego win. Well, what did you expect? He simply threw his face away from his own mother, the queen to pay interest in those tea leaves that had been stuck on the white surface of the teacup.

His mother didn’t pay any mind towards her son’s attitude, she knew this is one of his petty pest taking over him. You only stared in horror, the amount of odd string being pulled between the Queen herself and her own son who paid no mind to her existence.

“I-I am sorry by his sudden behavior, my Queen”, you splashed the words out in a hurry. The young royal only stared at you in a sad glance, it wasn’t even in your place to protect him.

“What do you want, mother?”, he said.

You swore, you wished you could slap the ego in his voice as it was laced with pure cockiness and a sack of pride. “That’s not a tone to be used when you speak to your mother”, the Queen glared at her own son.

When she turned her head to face yours, you sucked up a breath hoping for the best.

“I would want to have a word to my son, Y/N”, she said. “Privately”, she ended in a press. You nodded and soon took your leave despite the gaze the young royal gave out as a sign for you to stay by his side. But you didn’t pay any mind to his silent plead, it wasn’t your place to be anyway.

When both has seen your silhouette disappeared, shadow swallowed in the far end of the garden’s door, the mother spoke out again.

“It’s the Cai’s Annual Gala, I suppose you knows how we are always invited every year”, she stated. He only grumbled and decided to find other objects to pay his mind on. Either it was the sunny blue skies or the green fresh trees.

“I’m not dumb, I know what this Gala meant to our family”, he said coldly.

“Good”, she smiled proudly. “You’ll be leaving in a week, I’ve arranged your suit and other jewelries for you to be worn in the Gala later on. About your partner, I’ve received the letter from the Fan this morning, such lovely young lady who’s smitten by—"

“I will not go to the gala with the Fan’s sister, mother”, he hissed out. The older female only stared at her son in surprise. “I’m not giving my hand to be held unwillingly by the Fan’s, she’s smitten by another royal and I’m not in place to make such drama”

“Then who do you have in mind?”, she stared at him coldly.

A tug of mischief finds itself on his eyes and mouth, he stare at his mother. “That, I think you know who I have in mind”

“You are not taking your caretaker as your partner to the gala”, she hissed out like venom.

“Then I’m not going”, he said as he stood up from his seat. His mother stared at him in horror, a royal and a low life in the Cai’s gala, stupid.

“What game are you playing against your status and this Kingdom?!”, her hand slammed loudly on the glass table, impacting the other porcelain as it clutters against each other by the sudden force. “You have your responsibility as the next heir, I did not teach you to be such a brat!”

He stared at his own mother in amusement, it had been some time since she let her fury out. But he knew, he was winning.

“I have my own responsibility as a soon-to-be King, I realized that”, he travels out the words slowly. Irking the tone, making it very much spiteful.

“But I also my own rights to choose my own path, mother”, he said.

“NONESENSE!”, she spites back at her son, he didn’t waver a single bit on her tone

“You never raised me to be a true King, mother”, he stared at the Queen coldly. Each words were like venom and knives piercing themselves on his mother. “I was raised by the royal tutor, he who teaches me all the knowledge and responsibility that lies upon me. I was raised by my father, a true king and fighter who fought in many wars as he teaches me how to be strong for myself and for the kingdom. It was a shame he died before I could even properly hold my sword—“, he chuckled

But I was raised by my caretaker the most, she who teaches me etiquette, accompanied me during my self-defense class, who knows not just my schedule but also who I am. You never raised me, you forced me into things I never wanted”

The fury in her eyes poured out a bigger fire in her system, she swung her hand to her son’s face. He knows her antics, before long he stops the sudden force as he held his mother’s hand in place, firmly. A look of disbelief on her face, her mouth gapes open by the sudden action.

“You are not forcing me into your wishes without my consent, mother”, he hissed out. “I am not going to sit down silently as you make plans to a future where I am miserable. I have my own rights to choose where my path lies, as a prince and as a soon-to-be King”, he said as his grip tightened a little on the Queen’s hand.

“You don’t even have anyone to wed to be a King”, she said back

This made him smile, a glint of softness in his once cold gaze. “That’s what you thought”, he said calmly.

“I know my future, from who I shall bring to the gala as I introduced the girl in my hands proudly to the other royal until who I shall marry in the future making her a queen, my queen”

And with that he throws the Queen’s hand from his grip, taking his leave without a single bid of goodbye to his mother.

He wasn’t letting her control him anymore, its not her place. He wasn’t going to live in a life where he’s being controlled against his own will, he wasn’t going to live in a life where he’s far pressed just by a certain status. This time, he’s choosing his life. Who he shall be, his paths, but also who shall take him fully and claim him as theirs.

He knows who going to take that place, he was only reserved for one person and he knows too well he’s going to marry you one day.

At the end of the day, making you his queen

*****

The halter top dress is pretty much very comfortable when it hugs your figure. The golden-yellow colored hue was sure to catch a lot of attention as you passed by, but you chose to pay no mind on it. You stared at your arms linking itself on Justin’s hold, an obvious grin on his face.

“I would never understand how you manage to get this to happen”, you said

His lips tugged into a bigger smile, this time it was more than satisfaction, smug and playful. He clucked his tongue in a playful manner, a hand playing with his waxed hair as he pulls it here and there.

“I get what I want”, he said.

You didn’t know how long did the gala last, but you knew there was more drama being putted in this year’s annual gala. It was amusing going to a royal gala, especially since you’ve never been into one. It struck you like stars when you saw the Wangs with your own two eyes, how they stride in like they own the place.

But you never knew Justin was close with them, or with the princess herself

Occasionally throughout the night you felt the off churns in your system, as if you felt sick. Your gaze wander around the young royal who’s conversing with the female Wang. Tall, lean and strong, very beautiful. You wouldn’t be surprised to see Justin being completely smitten by the other female, everyone is.

But why did it felt like everything is wrong? That the sudden sickness was stuck on your throat as your eyes burn in fury when you see Justin’s arms circled itself around the female Wang to protect her from Prince Cai? It wasn’t possible, you couldn’t possibly be smitten by Justin.

You’re his caretaker, his somewhat tutor. Years passed since you met him, watching him grow to be the royal he stood now. You were proud of him, amaze with his improvements. Why does this seems off to you then? You know him by now, a child but also a royal. It was always between you and him in the Kingdom, taking care of him but also knowing who he truly is. Why now? Seeing Justin conversing to one royal to another royal, you realized you would never stand like him. You found your hand gripped on the champagne glass tight, a harsh weight on your throat.

“Y/N?”

You snapped back from your own trance, gasping quite loud when you saw Linong standing in front of you with an expression of shock and glee.

“Prince Chen”, you blurted out.

“It’s great seeing you here”, he said in much joy. Linong turned around, finding his ways on the large ballroom, trying to find a certain thing or person. “Where’s that child?”, he asked finally.

“With the Wang”, you simply said.

Linong nodded knowingly, he knew Justin is apparently very close with the female Wang. Everyone knows it, it was as if she was his sister from a different family.

You smiled at him, knowing with this you could busy your mind with this odd conversation aside of thinking about the young royal.

“I never thought to see you again”, he suddenly said catching you off guard. Probably noticing the tone and wording, Linong gawped in horror. “I-I’m sorry! That’s not what I meant—I mean—Oh lord Chen Li Nong!!”, he stuttered out in shame.

“No, it’s fine!”, you said back to the flustered royal.

You waited for him to take a deep breath, calming himself in the end. A tinge of pink still on his face, but his smile forever will decorate his face.

“I meant—I never thought I would see you so suddenly in a place like this”, he pointed out. You only laughed softly at him, nodding. “Prince Huang has his own way”, you said.

“I’m sure he does”, Linong said.

“Linong?”, a sudden subtle soft voice called out. Linong turned around slightly, his face contorted into pure joy by the sudden intruder

“Hey, beautiful”, he said softly. It’s like as if everything was so familiar to them already, everything unravel itself as if it was a script. Small hands that found itself circling around Linong’s as he pulls her closer to his side, he smiled to her. The smile with pure adoration and softness

Pure beauty, like a goddess. Delicate and soft like a feather, sweet and beautiful like a flower. The Princess of Lin, the girl who’s smitten for the young Prince Chen. She looked so small and fragile in Linong’s hands, polite and pretty much raised as a true royal.

“Hello”, she greeted. You bowed a little knowingly, a smile on your face. “Evening, Princess”, you said softly.

“This is my childhood friend, Princess Lin from the Lin’s Kingdom”, Linong said as his tone laced with pure pride. “I’ve heard, her beauty does out best the others”, you said teasing the young princess. She only laughed politely and brushed your compliment as she felt shyer than ever. It didn’t took long for her stay, she dashes away as soon as she exchanged some words with Linong, to her brother’s side who’s with his fiancée.

“I heard from Justin beforehand, his mother was forcing him to marry her”, Linong trailed. You grew rigid on the sudden topic, shaking the pressure off you continued. “I’m aware”, you said.

“The Lin’s life isn’t the best”, Linong said as he stared at the other female in a sad gaze. “She lives without any love from her parents, her brother is ruthless and very much cold to everyone. It amazes me to see such royal family exist sometimes”

You only hummed, glancing your way on the young Princess. She smiled wide when she sensed Linong’s gaze on her, giving a small wave which he replied back with a small smile.

You could see Linong truly cared about her, like a lover. His gaze broken knowing what had lied on the young royal’s life, she was broken. You smiled at Linong’s obvious feelings for the other female royal. Linong sighed.

“Congratulation on your marriage”, you said out of the blue. Linong stared at you in shock, soon his face softened up with the sudden future he’s having. He smiled and thanked you, it didn’t took long for his eyes to wander itself back to the young female royal.

He hummed in approval seeing her smile when she’s having a small talk with Prince Fan. “She’s beautiful when she smiles”, Linong said. “She is”, you nodded.

“I wish nothing but happiness for her, an oath to protect that smile on her face”

*****

Nothing was more amazing or annoying than an unplanned visit. Meaning by an unplanned visit, you meant standing in sleep deprived mode at 2AM in the morning in the Wang’s Kingdom. How did this happen, you may ask?

It all started with a lovely gala. Glamorous food on the long buffet table, classical music playing as it fills the giant ballroom, odd conversation between one royal to another, their beloved Prince Cai being smitten by the female Wang in just a night, until him getting into the wrath between the hand of the male Wang.

It’s more amazing to know that everything happened in just a night, then a few days later you’re with Justin in the Wang’s castle witnessing such fight in early morning hue.

You didn’t know how you manage to end up in the Wang’s Kingdom so early, so sudden. Everything happened in a blur. You remembered Justin barging into your chamber, dragging you out as quickly as possible from your own blanket, soon dragging you to the Huang’s royal carriage and off you all go to the Wang’s region.

None know his intention, even Ziyi was surprise when he saw Justin on his front door. When he was asked why he was even there, without sending a proper letter of his arrival. Justin just brushed it off, making himself home at bloody 2AM in the morning.

“Will you just tell me why we are barging in?”, you asked him as you settled your belonging in your designated room with the young royal trailing behind.

“First, We’re not barging in—“, you raised an eyebrow at his statement which he tried to shushed you out. “Ziyi-ge once told me I can come to play whenever I want to”

“At least send him a letter or give me a warning in advance!”, you grumbled out which made Justin shrugs.

“Secondly, I am not missing any chances on seeing that nasty Cai getting his head off”, he said in pure joy. You stare at him judgingly, he did not just admit that.

“He broke my toy train!”, Justin tried to defend. “That was 5 years ago, what’s up with you and your petty arse?! Dear lord, Huang Minghao!”, you said.

You widen your eyes when the realization hits you. A bloody low rank is throwing her frustration out to a royal, the prince who’s ready to be King. The amount of audacity you brought upon yourself to even scream his full name, you could’ve gotten yourself hung dead in a ditch right now, in this bloody place.

“I-I’m sorry, oh my god. This—I am sorry, I let my frustration out. No wait—”, you stuttered out flustered. “This—I shouldn’t have done that. Prince Huang, I’m—"

And his lips are on yours

The sudden action he pulled was enough to make you gasp in pure shock, but who would’ve thought relief and pure joy would laced itself with the shock. Instinctively you closed your eyes to savor the moment, you sighed with content as he hummed in satisfaction.

It didn’t take long before both of you decided to pull away from one another, the feeling of neediness hits both you quicker giving both conflicted thoughts on going on for another kiss. Silence, where the only sounds that accompanied the silence were just both of your breathing.

He stared at you, you stare at him back. Both in softness and relief, but there’s more unsettling conflict in your orbs.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do that”, he said.

Cough, you could only let out an awkward cough. “You’re basically 15, what do you mean by I’ve waited so long to do that”, you scoffed at him.

Justin only shrugged, unbothered than ever. He smile cheekily expecting more things to happen, but you were too flustered to even be near him.

Hence, you came out with the most lame excuse any caretaker could give.

“Get some rest. I’ll make you some tea, Prince Huang”

Justin thought you were just joking, playing with him a little. He thought that simple kiss was able to break you and make you his. A kiss being shared together, mutual feelings. Doesn’t that always works out in fairytales where a prince fall for a girl and he kissed her then they live happily ever after. You must be joking, he thought again.

To his disappointment, you didn’t even try to glance back at his desperate gaze. Swallowed by the soft click of the wooden door, he was faced with a reality that dawned him with nothing but silence.

Making tea at busk of dawn was very much unplanned. You were tired and sleepy, but you still stood unwavering to boil the fresh batch of water to drawn the dried tea leaves.

Thinking back on the sudden kiss you shared with the young prince, you couldn’t help but felt a leap on your heart, accompanied by the slight flush on your cheek. You tried to convince yourself it wasn’t because you’re smitten for the young royal, it was just due to the sudden rise of the temperature in the kitchen.

You sighed, this whole situation will never happen. A royal and his servants, it will never work out. This is like bloody Cinderella all over again, but this time miracle doesn’t happen that easily.

It was till the extent you kept that odd promise or reason to brew him some tea, you manage to do it and finished it. Standing near his room’s door, you were about to knock.

Until voices are visible to your ears

You didn’t mean on trying to peak or steal some wording here and there, especially words that are exchanged between royals. But you didn’t know what stopped your from moving away from his door.

“I heard from the birds that you’re off marrying the Princess from the Fan Region”

“I tried to decline such offer, I have no interest in her”

The lump was on your throat now. How could you forget. Justin is a rising soon-to-be King, a prince who shall be off marrying another royal to continue the Huang’s legacy. He needs a true royal to accompany him, not some pesky servants or caretaker that babies him.

“Then who shall be the lucky lady to be wed by your yellow-haired self then?”

A laugh was heard, despite it was being swallowed by the doors, you could still his voice very clearly.

“I’m only reserved for one, I’m either marrying her or not. But right now, I can’t even grasp if she would say yes if I suddenly propose to her”

And you ran away from his chamber, leaving the freshly brewed tea on the floor, slowly it went cold like your un-ending nightmare.

*****

Morning came easily, you woke up from the most discomforting sleep in your life and dragged yourself to get ready for the day. You barely could even make up your mind that you’re still in the Wang’s manor. Strolling with the young prince on the Wang’s garden, you know what’s being anticipated by the royal. Prince Cai is coming, and he’s about to get killed.

“You’ve been off, was it because of the kiss?”, Justin asked mindlessly.

When you turned around to face him, Justin could clearly see the broken gaze you set upon to be showcased to him.

“W-What’s wrong?”, he asked. Slowly, he tried to get closer but you only shake him off.

“Prince Huang, I just—“, you stuttered out. Great, what an amazing start. He stared at you worriedly but spoke none to bother you.

“Whatever you’re feeling right now, towards me or towards what you are expecting in the future with me, forget it”, you said desperately.

Justin swore his heart plummeted or jumped off a cliff fighting away gravity. You must be playing with him, you couldn’t be serious. In such early morning with a start of a beautiful stroll in the Wang’s garden, you hit him off with a rejection before he could even do anything about his raw feelings

He stared at you coldly, his lips pursed in a thin line.

“Who are you and where do you stand to order such irrational decision on my life?”, he hissed out every single word.

You could feel yourself feeling oddly intimidated, shaken under his dominant behavior instead of his usual playful self.

“You deserve a true royal to be by your side, Prince Huang”, you said. Justin could feel yourself breaking slowly, yet he couldn’t do anything to help you. “I may stand by your side when you became King, but I am not the person who will stay with you to rule like a true royal for eternity. I am not fit to be a Queen”, you manage to whisper it out.

Justin didn’t know what to feel. Confusion on how did you manage to think like this, sorrow to see how a status could impact you and him so much, fury to see you give up on his hope on having a future together with him by forcing him to neglect his own damn feelings.

“You are in no place to command such words on me, Y/N”, he manage to snap. “What I am planning to do is my own path and no one can change it but me, you are in no place to tell me to bloody give up on my feelings towards you!”, he yelled out making you flinch.

He sighed, running a hand on his hair as the action messed up the well combed hair easily with one swift.

“I am not fit for you”, you said. Eyes staring at him, broken. “Just forget about this whole imaginative of yours, Prince Huang. I’m sorry”

He stared at you, blank and cold. His mouth opened to speak and try to object you but no words were exchanged out of his parted lips.

“You’re speaking nonsense”, and he pulled you in the castle ground once again. “Shut up and just enjoy the show”, and you did. You didn’t speak to him any words, you stayed silence even when the tip of a sword was held upon Ziyi’s throat.

*****

Justin is furious, he still is. He finds himself bothered for the whole day, everything irked him. You didn’t even try to talk to him anymore despite what he meant by shut up was pls bloody talk to me I am a desperate lonely bean

He pushed and pull the food on his plate, a wonderful lunch for the 3 royals that had suddenly gathered together. He sighed wishfully.

You were standing by his side, clearly trying to appear unbothered. He stared at Ziyi who’s feeding his raven, The Princess of Luo and Ziyi’s sister who’s hitting off pretty quickly with Xukun despite he almost died on the Wang’s hand.

“Until how long are you planning to ignore me, Y/N?”, Justin spoke out catching everyone’s attention. You were surprised, caught in shock.

“Speak to me, please”, he was pleading now.

“P-Prince Huang—”

Justin had enough, he had just about enough on everything in his life. He was not going to deal with an unwanted marriage that will leave him miserable. He knows he was 15, he knows he was bound to be king when he’s 17. 2 years is what it takes for him to find true happiness, he knows where to find it. The path that lies in front of it, clear like the sea waters in the Chen’s Region. He knows who’s fingers he’s going to put a ring on.

He stared at you, none was glanced towards the others attention that had managed to be grasped by him. He didn’t care. If he’s acting all childish and whiny again, so be it

“Call me by my name”, he said. Almost like he was begging, maybe he was. He had been so desperate to have you for so long. Listening to his name that roll off your tongue so easily was so satisfying and so enduring, he felt his life was completed.

You stayed silence. This is not how you plan on spending the last few days in the Wang’s manor, clearly with Justin’s sudden behavior that’s being showcased towards the other royals on the table.

“Prince-“

“Call me by my name”, he pressed once again. You swallowed down the lump

“Minghao”, he sighed in pure bliss. “Stop your game, it’s not the time for this tantrum”, you snapped back to him. He only smiled, like a child who got praised and awarded with sweets.

“What’s so wrong about a royal who suddenly fell for his servant, his caretaker? What’s so wrong about a royal who suddenly felt the urge to marry the person he loves despite she is in a different status than him?—”

“Princ-“

“I have a name”, Justin brushed off. “Tell me, Y/N”, he said softly. Orbs locks against yours, soft in wonder and anticipation. “Is it a sin for a royal to fell in love with his servant? To want to continue a path with you despite what others might say? Or to imagine a future with you?”

“You’re only 15—“, you tried to fight back

The screeching between the chair and floor was very much loud and distracting, yet the others saw this as a real life drama that’s too good to be true. Justin walked closer to you, closing the distance. His eyes still locked itself on yours, letting you know all the raw emotion that lies beneath him.

“I am far capable, too mature as a 15 year old royal. I am the next King which responsibility had already lies on myself since my father died. A 15 year old child who learns what love is truly is, what a path he wants to choose and who he shall take as his queen”, he said.

“I know I am only 15. But I also know who I want to spend my whole royal life with”, the fangirling shriek from Xukun was heard before a loud slap closed his mouth, which you assume was from the female Wang.

Ziyi’s lips tugged in approval, he does favor Justin since he was young. A true strong royal despite he’s only a small blooming bud of flower. He knows what Justin is capable of, he knows what Justin can do with his own two bare hands. A small child who’s able to control the land and skies, making the waves cowered under his feet.

You were speechless. You tried to speak, fight him but no words were coming out of your lips. Your eyes waver against his, you didn’t know what to do nor what would happen next.

“I don’t care about your status nor your family history lines with the Huang’s. I’ve liked you for so long to even make myself a prick to get your constant attention, why can’t you read those hints?”, he said desperately.

His hand took yours, interlacing his fingers on yours slowly. You sighed feeling the warmth of his gentle touch, he smiled. He knows where your future lies now.

“I’ve fell for you ever since you came into my odd and hectic royal life”, and he lulls you away in a gentle kiss.

You didn’t know what was happening. All you knew was the electricity and butterflies bursting into your system, your eyes closing automatically when his lips lands on yours. Content and home, like it was meant to be.

His hand rest itself on your back whilst the other still held on your hand, not wanting to let go. You felt a cold metal ring slid itself on one of your right ring finger, it tingles a little.

When he pulled away, he stared at you with the most pure satisfaction and adoration within him. He took your hand, raising it as he plant a small gentle feather-like kiss on the ring. The silver band that rest perfectly, tucked between your middle finger and pinky. A yellow diamond rest itself upon the band, shining like the sun.

Justin smiled at you, he was ready for his future. He didn’t mind other obstacle that lies upon him. As long as he has you by his side, he was willing to do anything.

“Rule with me”, his finger twirled a little on the silver band, you felt the sudden tingle on his soft touch.

“Be my Queen for eternity”, he said

“Marry me, Y/N”

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belphegorbillickin · 3 years

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Leviathan's behavior immediately after the war and his relationship with Lucifer. (Headcannons)

(This was meant to go along with these headcannons here, but they stand on their own imo so I split it up for the sake of easier reading.)

Leviathan was the more traditional embodiment of envy back before Diavolo really got into power imo.

I believe he was worse than Satan was in terms of pure destruction for a long time as well.

I mean, he does just casually summon a mythical beast (easily enough to do it in his sleep too, literally) and wrecks the house often without a single apology.

It's why Lucifer introduced otaku culture to him in the first place and lets him get away with so much despite not being one of his favorites like Mammon or the twins imo.*

Instead of turning it inwards 99% of the time like he does now he used to do everything he could to make other people miserable.

Seducing lovers to break them up, planting false evidence, insulting or physically harming people who got complimented even if he was too for example.

Simply having something wasn't enough to sate his envy. If someone else had it, even if he didn't like what they had, he needed to destroy it if he couldn't have it too.

You can see glimpses of it in his collecting habits. He doesn't just want multiples for safe keeping, he needs to make sure no one has more than him too.

Envy and greed intertwine with each other quite a bit after all, which is part of why he's closer with Mammon than the others.

He's never satisfied with what he has, always wanting more. He can relate to Beel better than he can with his other brothers because of that too imo.

Nothing made him happier than utterly crushing people "above" him and very few could do the same to him since his sin pushed everyone but his brothers away.

Even being envied by those he ruined wasn't as good, although it was a close second.

He was absolutely ruthless in climbing the corporate ladder, his intense obsessions and photographic memory instead focused on people's misery.

He wasn't the type to just tear someone down either, he improved his own skills to best them before doing so. He had to make sure the next demon to come along would be beneath him after all.

He envied angels most of all despite not enjoying his in the Celestial Realm as much as the others.

They were rather hard to get ahold of however, so humans were subjected to most of his rage instead.

Whenever he did have the chance he often teamed up with Asmo to lure angels into temptation.

While Asmo is focused on the most common definition of lust above all else it's not all his sin alludes to. It could also be lust for power, for freedom, or for happiness.

Between Asmo's sly words and Leviathan's complex schemes and power the two were quite effective.

Mammon and Leviathan would occasionally team up to forcibly part people from their riches as well, but Leviathan would often get jealous of his hoard and try to interfere despite not caring for money so it wasn't as common as with Asmo.

Leviathan did get jealous of Asmo's "conquests" of course, but he was never that attached to them so he was more than happy to let Leviathan have them whenever he got bored or they asked too much of them.

The souls Asmo gained from working with him outweighed the sacrifices. Besides, it was always best to keep Levi occupied and set out bait rather than let him try to bring you down on his own.

In the sleeping Demon King's traditional Hell it was tolerated, encouraged even, for the strong to crush the weak.

Even Lucifer had trouble when Leviathan was in his natural element and he never left it unless necessary.

The Demon King would've had him tried for treason for crimes against the royal family and his brothers if Leviathan wasn't so indispensable.

Unsurprisingly Lucifer was targeted fairly often for being the "first." Leviathan had no interest in the responsibilities or his brothers, but he couldn't just let Lucifer have all the prestige without a fight.

Lucifer would've tried to kill Leviathan for it if he didn't feel responsible for his state. The sweet, shy pushover would've never fell from heaven if Lucifer & co. weren't his only friends and didn't push him to join.

Deep down, Lucifer also felt a sick sense of pride in Leviathan. Unfortunately, he can't he say feels the same now.

Despite the fact that he planned for this to happen he still feels a bit disappointed by Leviathan's current state. He feels it's beneath Leviathan and blames himself for this as well now.

It seeps out into his interactions with him and leaves Leviathan feeling like an unloved disappointment.

Diavolo and Satan were the biggest help in introducing Levi ways to keep himself occupied.

Diavolo thought it was necessary for Devildom to change and become safer.

Satan found Leviathan to be the most relatable and shared his coping methods with him until Levi slowly got bored of only misery and let himself get absorbed into books.

It wasn't enough, but it did make it possible for Lucifer to secretly introduce him to something he hoped would completely cut him off from reality.

Whatever distracted Levi he got and the entire household humored him by pretending to envy his collection until he was too deep to get out.

That's why his brothers never do much other than token teasing and few reach out to him.

It's exactly because they know how incredibly dangerous he is that they let him delude himself into becoming a "useless "weak"" hikkimori.

For all his complaints he's actually happier this way too. He doesn't care much about who was above him in this world when he doesn't care much about this world at all.

But if he starts getting attached to someone suddenly the real world slowly starts mattering again.

It might not be the improvement you or the others expect it to be.

*He gets pathetic punishments like being banished to his room when he never wants to come out of it.

I actually wrote most of this a few months before the undatables became datable and I felt super happy and validated to see that Lucifer canonically introduced him to it.

I think the game might actually be hinting at Lucifer being a closet weeb or something else like that, but it still makes my headcannon look more credible.

#obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me Leviathan #imagines #Obey Me Headcannons

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seekfirst-community · 2 years

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The free gift of faith

The test of faith

True and false sources of identity

True freedom comes from God

"Lord Jesus, write your words of love and truth upon my heart and make me a diligent student and a worthy disciple of your word."

the greatest act of faith

“Blessed be the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, Who sent His angel to deliver the servants that trusted in Him.” —Daniel 3:95

In eleven days, the Lord will call us to renew our baptismal promises. In every Catholic church in the world, at every Mass on Easter Sunday, the Lord will challenge us to answer “I do” to six questions. If God has His way, this will be the greatest act of faith we have ever made in our lives. Even if we have totally committed our lives to the Lord previously, He is not calling us to rerun the past. After all the love the Lord has poured out on us since last Easter, we should have a deeper, stronger faith than ever before.

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego made the greatest act of faith in their lives when they refused to worship the golden statue and were thrown into the fiery furnace (Dn 3:12ff). This Easter Sunday we also can make the greatest act of faith in our lives. Jesus is preparing us for this great event by speaking His Word to us, for faith comes through hearing, and hearing by the Word of God (Rm 10:17). The Holy Spirit is working to produce the gift and fruit of faith in us (1 Cor 12:9; Gal 5:22) by convicting us of our sins (Jn 16:8). Our heavenly Father is loving us into a deeper faith by faithfully providing for our basic needs. If we let God work, He will produce a masterpiece of faith this Easter.

Prayer: Father, may I let You father me. May I not try to control, insure, or protect my life.

Promise: “If you live according to My teaching, you are truly My disciples; then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” —Jn 8:31-32

Praise: “My trust is in You, O Lord; I say, ‘You are my God’ ” (Ps 31:15).

Reference: (For a related teaching on Do You Renounce Satan?, view, order or download our leaflet or listen to, order or download our CD 44-1 or DVD 44 on our website.)

Rescript: "In accord with the Code of Canon Law, I hereby grant the Nihil Obstat for the publication One Bread, One Body covering the time period from April 1, 2022 through May 31, 2022. Reverend Steve J. Angi, Chancellor, Vicar General, Archdiocese of Cincinnati, Cincinnati, Ohio August 3, 2021"

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Hi hELLO. Hope you're having a fantastic day today! and I hope you don't mind me using caPS BECAUSE I LISTENED TO SCARY LOVE BY THE NEIGHBOURHOOD AND IT KIND OF REMINDED ME WHAT A NOAH X MC WOULD BE LIKE LMAOAKFHJKADF IDK WHY AND IT MADE ME WANT TO ASK YOU WHAT SONGS REMIND YOU OF THE ILITW CHARACTERS THE MOST? Anyways, I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING AN AWESOME DAY

Hey, anon! Thank you so much, I hope you’re having a lovely day as well! I’m going to bold the ships/characters so it’s easier to navigate and locate people’s favorite ILITW character. I also linked the songs with their titles, so definitely check it out. I feel like this is a playlist….yikes kinda went overboard

Noah:

“The boy who murdered love” by Diana Vickers.

“You’re the boy who murdered loveCold hands and a heart of stoneYou’re the king of pain and hurtYou encourage my desire, then you put the arrow in my back, and I’mShot, shot, shot, shot, shot like a bullet”

I mean just listen to the lyrics. It says everything. Although, this song is more in reference to the guy being a player but we can also agree that Noah, to a certain degree is considered ‘heartless’ and ‘closed off’. The lyrics of him being in pain and hurt, but still reeling all of us to love him definitely suits him A LOT. I’ll be lying if I didn’t say I listen to this song when I make a short story of Noah. Spoiler: he ends up breaking our hearts.

Dan x MC:

“In my head” by Peter

“You say it’s all alrightBut you’re not who’s up at nightThis feels like all a lieWhile you tend to try and hideI’ve waited way too longYeah, I know you’ve changed”

We can all agree the traumatic event has caused a toll on everyone, but we can also agree that next to Noah, Dan is most haunted by it. He can’t turn back now. This song gives me a really sad undertone to it. Dan knows things aren’t the same, and he constantly is up at night, pondering on things. Give it or take, one can also use this song for Dan x MC - their friendship/relationship has drifted, but he so badly wants to repair it because MC is his world. Also, guilty of using this song too as inspiration for my own stories.

“She is Love” by Parachute

“I’ve been beaten down,I’ve been kicked around,But she takes it all for me.And I lost my faith,In my darkest days,But she makes me want to believe.They call her love, love, love, love, love.”

Can we get a round of applause for MC who helped Dan vanquish his demons? I like to think that Dan thinks that MC is his pride and joy. He absolutely adores her for everything she is, everything she will be and everything she has done for him. I mean, just look at the lyrics and tell me not that this song is basically them.

Ava:

“Hotter than hell” by Dua Lipa

“He calls me the devilI make him wanna sin Every time I knock, he can’t help but let me inMust be homesick for the realI’m the realest it getsYou probably still adore meWith my hands around your neck.”

I mean Ava is literally everything, lets be honest. I think everyone knows she’s a bit over the edge, dangerous, but that’s the very reason why everyone in the fandom loves her so much. She doesn’t confine to the norms and she makes MC want to do crazy things.

Andy:

“Gasoline” by Halsey

“Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?Do the people whisper ‘bout you on the train like me?And all the people say“You can’t wake up, this is not a dreamYou’re part of a machine, you are not a human beingWith your face all made up, living on a screenLow on self esteem, so you run on gasoline”

I can’t picture a song that’s ‘calm’ for someone as vibrant as Andy. That boy shines like diamonds. I think this song really captures his failures and his fears and how it constantly runs through his mind. Despite Andy coming off as strong, he also wonders if there’s something wrong with him - he’s low in self esteem. He questions himself a lot. So, he runs, runs until he’s so drained from life. He sometimes feels like he’s putting up a show. Everything is in the tips of his fingers, but how long before they disappear, you know.

Lucas x MC:

“BITE” by Troye Sivan

“Don’t you wanna see a man up closeA phoenix in the fire So kiss me on the mouth and set me freeBut please, don’t bite. You can coax the cold right out of me. Drape me in your warmth”

This song captures how MC is Lucas’s means of escape. She can definitely ‘coax’ the cold out of him, make him open up about his problems instead of facing it alone. But as always, Lucas is still scared of what’s to come (let’s be honest who wouldn’t). so he prays he doesn’t get his heart broken in the long run.

Stacy x MC:

“Girls Like Girls” - Hayley Kiyoko

“Tell the neighbors I’m not sorry if I’m breaking walls down Building your girl’s second story, ripping all your floors out. Saw your face, heard your name, gotta get with you Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new Isn’t this why we came? Gotta get with you”

MC has broken Stacy’s walls down. MC obviously is smitten by Stacy and hence wants to get with her. I mean just listen to the song, and tell me it does not scream Stacy and MC (if your MC is a girl) like…..c’mon now.

Dan x MC x Noah:

“The good side” by Troye

“So many thoughts I wanted to shareBut I didn’t call because it wouldn’t be fairThen I got the good side of newFound arms to fall right intoI know how it looked, it wasn’t the planAnd some day I hope that you’ll understand”

THIS IS THE SONG I’M USING RIGHT NOW TO GET IN MY FEELS. MC got the ‘good side’ and better end of the stick in terms of her and Noah. She just wants Noah to be happy, but she knows he’s still healing - hurting - so she feels conflicted wanting to talk to him but know he’s only going to get more hurt because she’s with Him. She sympathizes with Noah and can relate with him, but she can’t help but falling for Dan.

“Why did I fall in love with you” by DBSK

“Why couldn’t I call out to you at all? Every day and night growing emotions. And words overflow. But I realized that they’d never reach you again.”

This song heavenly influenced my story ‘Lighthouse’. Noah wonders why he fell in love with her. He’s hurting. I’m hurting. Everyone’s hurting.

Noah x MC:

‘Fixing me’ by Chase Coy

“I’m growing up, I’m working on these flaws of mineI’m letting go of pride and shedding this disguiseI’m facing all the facts, I’m trying to improveI’m cleaning up my act and I’m doing it just for you‘Cause I am broken(I am broken, would you fix me, baby?)But you are perfect(You are perfect, would you fix me, baby?)

And I never thought I could ever be with youAnd I never wanted to change before but now I do‘Cause I am broken and you are perfect”

MC is fixing Noah. Enough said. MC has helped him in my opinion to get a grip in terms of reality, Noah is broken and MC to him is just darn perfect and he questions how she can ever love him. I like to think that maybe in a different universe, MC is fixing Noah. I may make a fic based off of this song.

‘Six Feet Under’ by Billie Eilish

“Help, I lost myself againBut I remember youDon’t come back, it won’t end wellBut I wish you’d tell me too”

I actually based off my short story “Home is Six Feet Under” off of this song - the haunting feeling of a lost love. Granted, I don’t think it specifically caters to them individually, but I really think that the aspect of a relationship (platonic or romantic) has fallen apart aligns well with Noah and MC. MC constantly wonders if they can rebuild their relationship, but often questions if it’s already past the brink of repair: the pain and the memories taking a toll on them. Noah loses himself, but all he can remember is MC.

‘Please Don’t…’ by K.Will

“I know what you’re going to say, please don’t say itDon’t know why Don’t know whyI want to draw out each minute, each secondBut the empty road rushes me on”

I used this song inspiration for “If Only” (definitely watch the music video too!). I think the longing aspect of wanting to stay in the moment reminds me a lot of MC x Noah. Noah, constantly, wants to stay in the present - to forget the memories - and just be with MC. MC, however, is already in a relationship and Noah knows he’s too late….but he just doesn’t want to face reality. He torn, and he breaks down.

“All I want” by Kodaline

“All I want is nothing moreTo hear you knocking at my door‘Cause if I could see your face once moreI could die a happy man, I’m sureWhen you said your last goodbyeI died a little bit insideI lay in tears in bed all nightAlone without you by my sideBut if you loved me, why’d you leave me?”

THIS song hits me in the feels for MC x Noah because honestly, let’s be honest, it captures the essence of lost so much. Noah often reminisces why everyone kinda drifted away from him, especially, MC. If MC loved Noah so much, why she leave him to grieve on his own? Ouch. But he can’t help but want her and she can’t help but want him. I’M CRYING NOW.

I mean I have a lot more songs….but like…..this ask is getting too long haha. I would love to do a playlist if anyone is interested, but as of right now, these are the top songs I can think of. I haven’t included everyone in ILITW because I don’t have a song that I think connects with them all as much as these songs do with these characters. I’m sorry I ended up doing pairings….

#answered #ask #ilitw #choices ilitw #lilitw playlist #maybe idk #litw noah #ilitw dan #ilitw ava #ilitw stacy #ilitw andy #ilitw lucas #lucas thomas #Andy kang #dan pierce #ava cunningham #Stacy green

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